Subscription Serviced: Himbo Classic

by time_to_occur

Tags: #clothing #growth #himbo #himbofication #m/m #cock_growth #muscle_growth #transformation

‘Lustcraft’ has a multi-tiered sex toy subscription service but the highest level subscribers always want something fresh. Join the lead designer in crafting a new, high-calibre toy for the catalogue. You.

Co-written with Evan Jackson! 
When you try to cancel your subscription box, your name is checked against my little list of potential raw materials. At some point, someone decided that you were special, whether that was me or one of my higher tier clients — the ones who are subscribed to the kind of service that we don't advertise on our webpage. 
 
So, you get a special offer. "Don't go, loyal customer," the offer begs. "Have one free box on us and take an additional 20% off of future boxes, if you'll use our app to leave honest reviews of our toys."
 
You do love our sex toys, don't you? So do we. 
 
I design each of them with care. My name is Merrill, though you won't remember me telling you that. I consider myself something of a craftsman. Elegant, pleasing design is my calling. At the end of the day, everyone comes away satisfied. Say, maybe I'll write that into the website copy.
 
So you accept my offer. I know that you will. Sometimes the discount is thirty percent. Sometimes fifty. Whatever gets the job done. It always seems like a hell of a deal, and frankly, it is. There's nothing like my toys anywhere else in the world. 
 
The app that'll initiate your mental changes is simple and easy to use. From the moment you open it, its slick animations and subtle sound effects begin to alter you. Later on, you'll unlock new modes in it that I just know you'll love.
 
To authenticate your review, you have to take pictures and videos of yourself with the toys. At first, the stakes are low, just to ease you in. A picture of you holding the toy taken with the in-app camera with no face is enough. Later on, we graduate you to using the toy as intended on-camera, then to showing your face twisted in pleasure. But not right yet. For now, all you need do is take your picture with the toy in hand and write your review. 
 
The early boxes, before you really start to be remade, are always such a pleasure to watch you enjoy. That free box of yours has a long, thick cock sheath, a heavy-duty ball stretcher, and my custom long-lasting lubricant. It also has a free pair of BlueTooth earbuds with our company logo emblazoned on the earpiece. Your phone and your desktop's webcam are my portals to your fun. 
 
Speaking of which, I see your frustration as you get off your work call and turn away from the webcam. Project Management is a thankless job, isn't it? Your boss is always trying to move the timeline forward, trying to extract more work out of your time-crunched team. You're such a good guy, protecting them from the worst of it. That's good for me — wholesome is a great base trait for what I have planned for you.
 
So, frustrated from your call, you decide to take a break and check the mail. A Lustcraft box is waiting for you.
 
Everything about our subscription boxes is simultaneously luxurious and eco-friendly. I believe in reducing (or growing, as the case may be), reusing, and recycling. Every month, a new artist designs the front face of the box.
 
You open it up, feeling the weight of the cardboard between your thumb and forefinger. There is a comforting, alluring smell wafting from within. Your face lights up in wonder and something like disgust at the shape and size of the sheath. You tell yourself that you deserve a break, even if this latest box is the weirdest one yet.
 
You lift that sheath from the box and bring it to your nose, inhaling its scent. Silicon and...something else. Something a bit musky, maybe. Feeling a strange compulsion, you snake your tongue out and lick the surface. The taste makes you smile. It's sweet and buttery. You hold the dick sheath in your mouth as you grin and pull out the lube.
 
Ah, yes, the lube. Lustcraft Slope. So named because it's a slippery slope as you slide into new roles that you discover through your toys.
 
Like all of the toys and accessories in your little box, this one is designed to have fun, permanent effects on the user. Over time, its effects are magnified. You'll soon see. 
 
You apply the lube to the inside of the sheath and pull down your pants right there at your desk. You aren't wearing any underwear, which is more daring than I had given you credit for. Your dick and balls are modest and cute, hardly the most interesting thing about you. You're already hard and leaking as you slide into the slick, warm sheath.
 
I see the question on your face. How is it so warm? How does it feel so alive? When you touch the sheath, it's as though you're touching your own shaft, just made larger and more sensitive. As you slide it down your length, your scrotum slides into place, too, underneath the big, fake ball pouch. 
 
Although you're pretty sure that this isn't how cock sheaths are supposed to work, you don't complain. You wear it proudly around your office, looking at your reflection in the mirror and stroking yourself. Once you start stroking, those sensations transfer to your cock and it's as though they're amplified. The feel of your hand sliding along the sheath is better than touching your bare cock.
 
You sit in your office chair like that, stroking, until the Lustcraft app on your phone chimes, reminding you to write a review. You pick up your phone, doubtless thinking that you should get it over with, and put in your new Lustcraft earbuds so that you can best hear the app instructions. It just feels right to do things that way. 
 
The app gives you the option of sharing video of the toy in use. You decline. You're not going to make free porn for some review authenticator. Still, you just don't want to take off the sheath to authenticate the review, so you head to your bathroom and use the mirror to make sure you get a good angle of the sheath hugging your cock and balls. Then, you begin your review. 
 
'Never used a cock sheath before. Didn't get the point. Thought it would just block sensation and turn my cock into someone else's dildo. This sheath is not like any other I've heard of. It's extremely pleasurable to wear and the fantasy size is kind of a turn-on and a bit of a confidence-booster. Would recommend.'
 
When you submit your review, the app plays a victorious chime in your ears and thanks you. There's an animation of the Lustcraft logo. Beneath that, it says, 'Write two more authenticated reviews to unlock 20% off your next box!'. 
 
You don't remember this, so let me tell you how cute your face looked as you watched that logo for the next half-hour. Your jaw slackened and you gave your phone camera a big, goofy smile. Your eyes were so dilated. I knew that I had chosen right.
 
Here is what you do remember. 
 
After making sure that your review is properly approved, you recall that you have more to review. You could probably review the lube now, but you decide that you haven't fully tested it out yet, so you can't write a proper review until you try it under more conditions. 
 
In the meantime, the sheath has become a part of you. It is now your new dick — longer, wider, more sensitive, with a nice pair of goose eggs just waiting to be stretched by your other new toy. You're just a bit perturbed that you have already managed to lose the sheath somewhere. Your look of confusion as your search for it, absentmindedly hefting your big, hard cock and balls is truly delightful. It is a look that we will cultivate together in the coming weeks and months.
 
Strictly speaking, you don't need to use lube with a ball stretcher, but you do so anyway. You want to test out the product in as many ways as you can. You're just grateful that you lost the sheath after you reviewed it, so that you can still get a discount on your next box. You are no longer sure why you wanted to stop. Lustcraft Toys are the ultimate in high-end, uniquely crafted pleasure. You're a Lustcraft Boy to the end. Or you will be. I don't want to get ahead of myself.
 
Right. The ball stretcher. Once again, this is a toy that has never held much appeal for you. Still, you plan on making an honest review. You lube up your big, smooth balls, rubbing them and shifting them around in your hand like meditation balls as you examine the device. It is adjustable, with a two-ring construction of firm silicon and metal bolts. 
 
The humble ball stretcher may not seem all that important or interesting, but it does something very important to you. Something merciful. Hurting a himbo is distasteful, in my opinion. Such generous, happy souls. But sadism is common among my clients. 
 
As you attach the stretcher, you feel the echo of an ache begin in the skin of your ball sack. You feel compelled to try it out to its fullest extent, because only then can you leave a truly honest review. Once it is secured, you begin to turn the bolts and the rings grow further and further apart, stretching your sack and its contents lower and lower. 
 
Moaning so, so prettily, loudly enough for your phone mic and the webcam to both pick it up, you begin to stroke your swollen, stretched-out nutsack. All of your attention is focused on your balls. Your balls make you think of your cock. Your cock makes you think of how good it feels to stroke. So you do, and the pain is overwritten by that erotic, pleasurable sensation. 
 
Even when you stop stroking, the pleasure never falters and neither does your attention. Your balls feel good. You feel good. You tug at them hard and it feels right. What should be excruciating is now ecstatic instead. 
 
This is my gift to you, my soon-to-be big, dumb, himbo boy, and it comes with a promise. Once you are a Lustcraft boy, I will never allow you to feel fear or pain. My clients have other options for that.
 
Your review is surprisingly cogent. Although lust often makes men dumb, I don't take your actual intelligence until later. It makes you easier to train.
 
'Once again, top marks to Lustcraft. Well-designed. Did not think ball stretching was for me but this toy really drew my attention! Feels so good to stroke my stretched-out sack. Feels so good to touch. It will change your mind.'
 
The accompanying photo is taken from below, your heavy low-hangers in the stretcher making your sack look shiny and taut, your big transformed cock hard and leaking, your slack-jaw smile just visible. 
 
When you submit the review, that same chime catches your attention. A different version of the Lustcraft logo takes up most of the screen.
 
'Write one more authenticated review to unlock 20% off your next box!'
 
Then, enamoured with the sight of your cock and balls in the photo, you begin stroking yourself again, never taking your earbuds out or turning off the Lustcraft app, your eyes still on the animated icon that helps me shape your mind. It takes both — the toys and the app — to reach the Lustcraft quality standard.
 
You reapply more of the Slope lube when the app instructs you to do so. As my words penetrate your mind, you edge yourself repeatedly, rhythmically, to the beats that pulse from your headphones. Your lube-slick palm swirls around your cockhead before your fingers form a sleeve. You stroke yourself three or four times before swirling around the head again and continuing the motion. 
 
You come to yourself while you're staring at your glistening cock. You raise your phone and take a picture. It looks like art to you. You're finally ready to review the lube.
 
'Fucking life-changing. This lube enhances sensations and really gets you in the mood. I'm already going to need more and I literally just got this. Thank you, Lustcraft!'
 
Such a kind, honest boy. 
 
Now all that's left to do is wait for the next shipment.
 
And you do wait. You count the days. You're itching to try something new. Every day, you stroke yourself with the Slope lube, rationing it out so that you can make it last until the next box. You decide to double the frequency of your boxes so that they come every two weeks instead of once a month. Your capacity for delayed gratification is quickly decreasing.
 
The day that your second box arrives is another hard day at work, figuratively and literally. You are hard almost all of the time now. Your hands idly stroke at your cock when you're teasing out a difficult problem. You've found that touching yourself makes you more creative. 
 
You've started to care less and less about the work deadlines. All of your attention is focused on the people on your team now. That's part of what makes today hard. The team manager doesn't understand that people and their happiness matter more than some bottom line.
 
"Rest and leisure are human rights," you say. "Burning out your senior workers for short-term gain is a bad long-term strategy."
 
Words that you've thought often but never dared to say before so directly. Your manager just thanks you for your contribution and tells you to make the schedule work. You close the call fuming. A few seconds later, the Lustcraft app makes a soft pinging noise that draws your attention immediately. Your box has arrived.
 
You bring it back to your home office and open it up in the soft glow of your computer monitor. You open it up without even looking at the picture on the front. You inhale deeply, the scent of the box relaxing you even as it excites you. 
 
As your eyes scan the contents, you recognize and eagerly pull out the fresh bottle of lube. There is also another bottle in there that you pull out curiously. It appears to be some kind of massage and tanning oil. You ignore that at first — it seems like the kind of thing that you'd need a partner for. The next item is some kind of bright red garment that looks much too big for you. If you have to guess, it looks like a sleeveless muscle tee. 
 
So far, none of the items in the box have been proper sex toys, so you're relieved when you pull out the last item from among the packing materials and realize that it's an inflatable anal plug. With a fresh bottle of lube on hand, it's the plug that calls to you. 
 
You've been so focused on your cock since you first tried the Slope Lube that your poor ass has been sorely neglected. When you first slick up your hole and push your middle finger inside, it's really nothing special. Your face looks bored through the webcam. It feels okay, not at all painful like you might have expected it to, but you haven't felt any pain ever since you first used your Lustcraft ball stretcher.
 
Underwhelmed, you continue to prepare yourself so that you can leave an honest review about the inflatable plug. Your ass opens up easily, and soon you pick up the plug. As its soft, silicon tip kisses your hole, you feel your ass flutter eagerly, a jolt of joy arcing through your body. 
 
You press it inside and your ass swallows it up to the flared base. A tingle courses over the surface of your skin and you look at the pump. Exhaling slowly, you give the plug a single pump of air and feel it grow inside you. You like the sensation of being opened up that way. Your face contorts into a mixture of pleasure and confusion as that strange tingle passes over your ass again, and you adjust your position. You look behind yourself even though you can't actually see your hole and note how big your ass looks. 
 
Maybe the plug is making you spread your cheeks a little more, you think. The Lustcraft app has taught you to ignore a lot of very obvious cues that something strange is happening to you. But after a few more pumps, even you can't deny that your ass is growing into a delicious, round peach. And it feels fucking phenomenal, both the growing plug in your ass and the expansion of your big, juicy cheeks. You moan and keep pumping. 
 
When the plug and your bubble butt reach their maximum size, you reach back and grip your cheeks, running your hands over the smooth, hairless surface and squeezing the meat of them. You stay like that for hours, your ass full as you moan and touch. 
 
Eventually, the Lustcraft app chimes and you immediately reach for your phone. 'Received your latest subscription box? Write three authenticated reviews to unlock savings! Start now!'
 
Reluctantly, you listen to the app and stop touching your ass. You don't yet remove the plug — you want to draw on what it feels like to have it inside of you for a truly honest review. What a good boy you are.
 
'Another surprise hit from Lustcraft! Comfortable enough to keep in for hours, and you won't believe how big it inflates. Feels so good. I am writing this review with my plug inside my big ass.'
 
When it comes time to authenticate it, you don't realize that you've chosen the video option. You spread your ass cheeks this way and that, trying to show the plug inside of you to best advantage. That soon devolves into another lengthy session of you rubbing and squeezing your ass. 
 
Don't worry, nobody over here at Lustcraft minds, and neither do our top-tier subscribers. We all think you're turning out to be really adorable. Eventually, the app plays its little victory fanfare, and you read those words that you're conditioned to love, your eyes drawn into the animating logo. 
 
'Write two more authenticated reviews to unlock a reward in your next box, plus 20% off!'
 
The plug has done its work, but there is no reason why you can't enjoy it while you try out the other goodies in your box, so you stay like that. The Lustcraft app encourages you to try out every toy to its fullest.
 
Remembering that you would need a second person for the oil, you pull out the red muscle tee. The sleeve holes are wide enough that you could fit your whole torso through without coming close to touching the sides. Eager to write an honest review and having been surprised by the Lustcraft Quality Promise before, you thread the shirt on carefully.
 
It is practically like a dress on you. You leave the office, carrying your phone with you, to go look at yourself in your big bathroom mirror. You look puny in the mirror. Laughing at yourself, you are struck by the urge to flex and laugh some more. You raise your arms in a double-bi and squeeze.
 
It feels good. Surprisingly good. And there's a subtle definition to your bicep that you hadn't anticipated. You lower your arms into a different pose, turning your fists inwards just under your ribcage and popping out your triceps. The muscles in your arms seem to swell when you do that.
 
So you keep doing it. You keep flexing in the mirror. There's a compelling pleasure to it, the sense of expansion and change. It doesn't worry you at all. You can trust Lustcraft's commitment to quality. Anyway, it doesn't hurt. 
 
You're growing stronger. You squeeze your core muscles and your stomach grows. Your pecs swell outwards into a sexy shelf, pushing the muscle tee outwards.  Your abs soon grow out to meet the bright red fabric, distending it. The urge to flex is growing and it makes you feel powerful. 
 
Your lats and traps are getting huge. Your whole body is getting huge. Your quads are thick and meaty. They finally match your new ass. There's something missing, though. 
 
They would look so much more defined and shiny if you were oiled up, like a real body-builder. You smile as you think of the oil in the Lustcraft box. That should do well. You reluctantly leave the mirror to go get it.
 
When you return, the seal on the bottle is already broken, and you're pouring slick, warm oil into your palm. You rub your hands together to spread it and then begin to apply the stuff to your newly-swole body. 
 
The more oil you apply, the better your skin feels. The better your skin feels, the more often you pause to flex in front of the mirror, and the more you grow. Your skin is so sensitive now that you can feel it stretch as your muscles grow and it's like a tiny cascade of orgasms.
 
You also notice...other changes. You become tanned. It isn't as though the oil is tinted, and it happens in a nice, even coating. You had grown pale while working at home and being indoors most of the time. Now, your skin is sunkissed and browned. Your hair also has blond streaks in it as though you had spent a long time in the sun. 
 
By the time you run out of oil, your hair is fully blond, with just a hint of strawberry to it. It also seems to have grown. You're just a little bit shaggy at the sideburns and on the sides. Your hair looks fluffy and soft.
 
With a sunny grin, you reach out to feel it. It's even softer than it looks. 
 
Your verified honest reviews are short and to the point. 
 
'Lustcraft's Muscle Tee in Red makes me look so swole and good. Feels good to grow big. Just look at me.'
 
You smile as you flex just a little more for the camera to authenticate your review.
 
'One more verified review to unlock a special surprise in your next box!'
 
The victory chime and the accompanying message make you cum hands-free as the inflated plug that's still embedded in your ass seems to pulsate. Your every muscle shudders with the intensity of it as it seems to move between them before culminating in your cock. You groan and catch the cum in your hands, licking it up without thinking, ingesting some of the oil along with it. 
 
Then, you review the oil.
 
'Used it by myself but still felt fucking awesome. I look hot as a blond and I love my tan. No tan-lines either, see? Makes my muscles really shiny.'

You have to remove the muscle tee to show off your naked body, plug still clenched in your hole, but you don't mind. It feels good to show off, especially with a body like yours. You know it'll make other people happy, and you're all about that now.
 
With your happy smile, low-hanging balls and big cock, big bubble butt, all that tanned muscle, and messy blond hair, you look every inch the classic himbo. 
 
But looks aren't everything. 
 
It takes good raw materials to make the best final product. A basic himbo takes three boxes, so you're close to fully baked. You're already such a helpful person who likes to make others happy, so there's just a little further to go. 
 
The last box brings together all the alterations we have been working on together. It includes the final mental changes and the full installation of the himbo mindset. It is also the box that I use to take away some of your intelligence and replace it with carefree, good-natured himbo energy. Maybe it's fairer to say that I'm redirecting your intelligence. Your spatial and kinetic intelligence scores are about to increase drastically.  
 
At this point, you're so eager for it that I don't have to wait very long. You are too horny to pay attention to the passage of time. The Lustcraft app reminds you to email your work to tell them you'll be off sick for a while.
 
When the final box arrives, it contains three items: a virtual reality headset, a piece of thick cardstock with a download code printed on it, to be used on the Lustcraft website, and another bottle of Lustcraft Slope. 
 
Thinking that you're about to get to try some virtual reality porn, you set yourself up with the lube, a face cloth, a full water bottle, and your Lustcraft earbuds. You carefully connect the headset and download the program. You are smiling as you pull it down over your eyes. 
 
A familiar chime coupled with the swirling Lustcraft logo is all it takes to put you into a light trance. You focus on what the headset places in front of your eyes, and it's hard to think about much else. The soft words whispered in your ears are constantly breaking your train of thought and redirecting it.
 
The headset's pulsating glow begins to sync up to the words that you hear. The words begin to appear on the screen, moving in time to your breathing. They spiral closer to you before receding, repeating the motion as you begin to take in further instructions.
 
As you do so, most of it fades from your conscious mind immediately, slotting neatly into your subconscious. What you do remember are the catchy little mantras and the effects that they have on you.
 
The first thing that the headset does is help you divest from your stress. You picture all those stressful thoughts and anxieties moving through your body with each breath, sliding down into your balls. Your balls, you now know, are capable of taking all those bad feelings and transforming them into good ones. Your balls feel good. It makes sense that they produce good feelings. 
 
At least, it makes sense to you now that my little program has told you so. In the bright glow of the headset, afterimages of your heavy, swollen balls appear to you. They're so full of all that worry and strain. The balls are transforming it into something much better for you. 
 
You stroke your cock eagerly, knowing you need to get that good stuff back inside of you so that you can be a good himbo. You know what a good himbo is in a way that feels almost instinctual after all the training that you've been through. Good himbos are happy. Good himbos like to fuck. Good himbos are strong. Good himbos are good-natured and kind. You are going to be a good himbo.
 
This is the first time that you think of yourself as becoming one, but the thought doesn't perturb you. It just feels right.
 
You cum to the thought of becoming a himbo, coating your stomach as your whole body seizes and shudders. Then you collect the cum, scooping it up with your fingers, and eat it. You swallow the joy that has been produced from your anxieties. You are a happy boy.
 
[SIMPLE JOYS FOR SIMPLE BOYS.]
 
You feel joyful. You feel like you're simplifying. But you don't feel dumb. No, your intelligence is still with you. Parts of it have already begun to be redirected. You know more about your body and what makes it feel good than ever before. You know how strong you are and how to take care of your big swollen muscles. You also know how to make others happy. It's a part of your kind, giving nature.
 
[GOOD BOYS SPREAD JOY. GOOD BOYS SPREAD THEIR CHEEKS.]
 
But your thoughts are still so complicated. Joy is simple. Pleasure is simple. Kindness is simple. You want to be simple, too. 
 
This is it. The moment that you decide to become a full-fledged himbo and let me strip what you've been told is the most valuable form of intelligence all your life. The one that they measure in numbers. The thing they have an intelligence quotient for.
 
The headset acknowledges your request with that familiar, now-Pavlovian chime, and the voices and visuals tell you to focus your attention back onto your cock. You become convinced that your higher order thinking, your critical reasoning and your complicated book-smart skills are liquifying. They don't make you happy and they don't help you spread joy, so you don't need them. The people you'll be pleasing don't need them. They just need your big, dumb, kind body. Soon, those pesky, joyless things will drain out of you, drop by drop.
 
You work your hand up and down your shaft, assisting me in pushing those useless parts of your brain out. Your pre-cum drip, drip, drips out of your big, fun cock. 
 
[EMPTY HEAD, HAPPY HIMBO, DUMB BOY.     
EMPTY HEAD, STRAINING COCK, HEAVY BALLS.    
EMPTY HEAD, HUNGRY HOLE, HORNY TOY.]    
 
[EMPTY HEAD, HAPPY HIMBO, DUMB BOY.     
EMPTY HEAD, STRAINING COCK, HEAVY BALLS.    
EMPTY HEAD, HUNGRY HOLE, HORNY TOY.]    
 
[EMPTY HEAD, HAPPY HIMBO, DUMB BOY.     
EMPTY HEAD, STRAINING COCK, HEAVY BALLS.    
EMPTY HEAD, HUNGRY HOLE, HORNY TOY.]    
 
I am so proud of you, my Lustcraft boy. When I come to collect you for my catalogue, you're still repeating those words. It's a fitting last review.







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