How Would You Feel?

How Would You Feel?

Once again, you're sitting in front of your screen, scrolling through Tumblr. Your feed is filled with these muscular, brawny men. You enjoy staring at them, don't you?

How pathetic. You should be ashamed of yourself. These men didn't spend years of their lives fine-tuning their bodies just for some scrawny punk on Tumblr to get off to them. How would you feel if some losers on the internet violated you like that?

My post appears: it's a plain white photo. No hot men to arouse you. But you can't scroll away. Not now, when the fun is just about to begin.

Those men you keep staring at are hot, aren't they? Your jaw is slack as you continue staring at this strange white screen that appeared on your feed. You feel a warmth spreading across your body. Your arms grow massive, covering themselves in a coat of dark hair, leading to your armpits which become dense, damp jungles. Your dick is pressed together as your thighs expand, the same dark hair swirling its way down your body. You're still staring at the white screen, even as your eye-line increases, with your ass swelling into two globes of muscle and providing cushioning on your chair. The stench of your bare feet is pungent as they grow massive and engulfed in thick hairs, but you still stare. You lift your shirt, rubbing your hands over your now-muscular torso and washboard abs, reaching your enormous pecs. You begin to rub your perky nipples. They're so sensitive. Your dick swells in your jeans as the white screen disappears. You turn your camera on and begin filming. I hope you like being nothing more than eye candy to strangers on the internet. I can't wait to read all of the nasty comments!

Free Vacation

When you saw the email in your inbox announcing that you had won the sweepstakes for a free stay at a "magical" beachside resort in Bali you were skeptical, to say the least. But as you arrived at the airport, and you saw a muscular suited man at the terminal with your name on a piece of paper, something clicked. Escorting you through the terminal, the strong man pushed the weary travelers aside to part the way for you. Reaching a set of double doors, he pushed them open, revealing the tarmac with a large limousine waiting for you. Without saying a word, the man grabbed your suitcase and placed it in the trunk, opening the door for you.

Stepping into the back of the limo, you felt your cares melt into the leather upholstery. After driving for just a few moments, the driver stopped, exited, and opened the door for you. Pushing your head through the open door, you saw a large luxury jet.

"Is this for me?" You asked, incredulously.

"Of course it is, sir." The driver responded with a big grin on his face. He was savoring your childish disbelief.

With a gasp of shock and excitement, you sprinted towards the staircase. The driver panicked at your sudden speed burst and rushed to grab your suitcase from the trunk. Barely acknowledging the gorgeous stewardess, you threw yourself into the cabin, reveling in the stunning interior. Planting yourself firmly into the leather armchair, you laughed to yourself. This was going to be one hell of a vacation.

The flight was uneventful and went by surprisingly quick. Time flies when you're traveling in luxury. The seemingly endless stream of champagne helped too. By the time you landed in Bali, you were intoxicated beyond belief. The poor stewardess you had hounded the entire flight now had the privilege of half guiding and carrying you to the next limo.

This driver couldn't care less about you. You were just another drunk passenger heading to this resort. Nothing out of the ordinary. Driving from the airport to the resort was another surprisingly fast ride. You might've fallen asleep if you're being honest. Arriving at the resort, a young woman, presumably an employee, opened the door of your limo. You stumbled out, face-planting on the floor. You could hear her speaking to the driver but couldn't make out any words. Trying to force yourself to stand up, you found that every move you made was uncoordinated. When you were getting off the plane, you could at least walk a little with the stewardess's help, but now, you were immobile. Were you getting... drunker? You felt two sets of large hands grab onto your shoulders, pulling you upright, face-to-face with the woman. Though your vision was blurred, you couldn't help but let your head "fall" to see her breasts. Before you even tried to focus your vision, she grabbed your jaw and pulled you into a wet kiss. Unable to move away, (and unsure you wanted to) you let her tongue explore your mouth. The hands that were on your shoulders pulled you away and carried you through the doors. The unmistakable click of high heels followed you. You heard the woman say, "I'll see you later, Robbie." Who was Robbie? That wasn't your name.

Your vision blackened. Darkness. Suddenly, you woke to a tugging at your dick. Someone was jerking you off. It was dark, you couldn't see a damn thing. But it felt so good. Moaning in delight, you lifted your arms up behind you. Your large hands cupped your head. Large hands? You felt sore all over. The tugging increased, and your dick felt wet. Were you being sucked off? God, it felt so good. With each motion, each care melted away. You were getting so close. With a grunt, you came.

Jumping awake and with a loud scream, you jolted upward in the bed. A dark spot formed in the sheets. Shit, that was some dream. Looking at your surroundings, you remembered all that had happened. You were in Bali. Looking out onto your balcony attached to your room, you could see the white sand and the bright blue waves crashing upon them. Taking a breath to recover from your dream, you stepped into the bathroom to take a piss, only to see someone else in the mirror. A large muscular man wearing boxers. Startled, you jumped back, only the see the man in the mirror jump as well. Moving your hand, the man followed suit. You reached for your head, and he did too.

Holy shit. It was you in the mirror. What the fuck happened last night. Stumbling back into the room, you fell backward onto your bed. Only to feel another body beneath you. Twisting around, you saw the beautiful woman beaming at you from underneath the covers. "Good morning, Robbie" she cooed. It was her. It had to be her. "What did you do to me?" You seethed. "Nothing you didn't want, Robbie." She smirked, enjoying your little tantrum.

"My name is not Robbie." You retorted. She indicated with her head that you should turn around. Slowly, you turned your head to face a full-length mirror. Your body was chiseled. Your face was angular. God damn, you were hot. Forcing yourself to look away, you saw a tank top on the dresser. Trying to cover your sexy abs that weren't yours, you threw it over your torso. "What's wrong? Don't you think you look good?" the woman said mockingly. Still staring at yourself in the mirror, astounded at how you looked, you said "This isn't me. I'm just some average guy. I'm not a muscle dude." The woman chuckled. "We can make you bigger if you'd like." Your arms were forced upwards against your will, exposing your hairy armpits and showing off your large biceps. A warm tingling erupted in your arms, and you watched in amazement as they grew right before your eyes.

In disbelief, you turned back towards the woman with your mouth open ready to object to whatever the hell was happening, but she had already risen from the bed, and firmly planted her lips on yours. Her tongue explored your mouth, just as she had done last night. Her hand fondled your crotch, which stretched the confines of your underwear. Blinded by the pleasure erupting from your penis, you allowed your tongue to return the favor and explore her mouth. Pulling away, she lowered herself down and pulled down your boxers, exposing your throbbing member. As you closed your eyes, with your head laid back in ecstasy, you felt all of your worries and memories of who you used to be pool up in your balls. With one final bob of her head, your body tensed up, flexing every new muscle in your hot body, and you shot everything that you had used to be out.

Italia rose from below you, meeting your eyes. "Are you ready to enjoy our vacation, Robbie?" Ripping your shirt off, showing off your rocking body, you smiled at your hot wife.

"Sure."

A Transformative Hike

Living in the country had its advantages for sure. There was plenty of vast open space. You never had to worry about running into your neighbors: the nearest one was almost three miles down a dirt road. There were so few people, meaning you were the only gay man within an hour's radius. Thus, you were inevitably perpetually single. Your parents knew you were gay, and they let you be. You could tell they weren't happy about it, but you were their only child, so they felt like they'd rather have a gay kid than no kid at all. Still, they tried to find sweet young women nearby to set you up with. They were convinced that maybe, just maybe, you could lead a "normal" life, marrying some country belle and working on one of the many nearby farms. They wanted what they thought was best for you, but they just couldn't accept that moving away from this small town and going to the big city where there were more people like you was what you wanted.

While you were laying on your bed in your room, browsing Zillow for apartment listings in the city, your mom unexpectedly opened your door and entered unannounced. Closing your computer quickly, you flung it to the side. Seeing your computer tossed haphazardly on the side of your bed, your mother sighed.

"Honey. We know you're going to be leaving soon."

Oh my god, when most normal parents walk in on their kids hiding their computers in a panic, they think they're watching porn. Why couldn't she have thought that, instead? That would have been less embarrassing. Why did she have to actually know what you were doing?

"Before you make any decisions, please just at least try and remember what you love about this place. Go for a hike through the woods, at least one last time!"

You raised an eyebrow. The forest behind your home was extensive. You remembered your dad taking you through the trails when you were younger, back before you started to detest the dirt and grit of it all. You had hiked, biked, and ridden ATVs on those trails, all with your dad by your side. You enjoyed it back then, but things were different now. You were ready to move on with your life. But before you were even able to tell your mom that you had made up your mind, you looked into her eyes. She looked so sad, batting her puppy-dog eyes. You were going to break her mother's heart when you moved out. The least you could do is go on one last hike for her.

With a weighty sigh, you nodded, and your mother's face immediately lightened up. She turned and near-skipped back out of your room. You were already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and it was warm enough out. All you needed were some shoes. Throwing your legs over the side of your bed, you reached across your floor and grabbed your hiking boots. You stuck your feet into them and began to lace them up. Once your shoes were tied and you were ready, you stood up and walked down the hall and out the back door. Heading through the grass, you found your way to the tree line. You traced your way along the perimeter until you found the trail that you had spent so much time exploring when you were a kid. It was overgrown, but the outline was still there. Looking back at your house, you saw your mom and dad waving at you through the window. You were doing this last thing for them, and then you were gone. Taking a deep breath, you began your hike through the woods.

Following the trail left by your feet and tires so many years ago, you navigated your way through the dense woods. Every twist and turn revealed a new memory that you had forgotten: the rock that you had slipped on and sprained your ankle; the outcropping that you had stopped and camped out in; the tree stump that you had crashed your bike into, faceplanting into the moss. Taking in your surroundings, you truly had forgotten how incredible this place was. You had spent so much time reminiscing you had lost track of time, and you were winded all of a sudden. You decided to stop somewhere and take a break, you had been in here for nearly an hour, and you were just about halfway through the loop. Seeing a grassy patch, you collapsed back into it, allowing yourself a moment to rest. But as you landed, you felt something strike your back. Assuming you landed on a stick or something, you reached behind you to pull it away and toss it into the dense foliage, but instead, you felt the rim of a hat. Pulling it in front of you and inspecting it, it was no wonder you didn't see it before you landed on top of it. It was camo patterned. Some poor hiker must've lost it. Staring at this strange hat, you felt this uncontrollable urge to put it on. The previous owner clearly wasn't here anymore, so… finders keepers?

Placing the cap on your head, a strange warmth began to spread over your body. Your dick began to stir in your jeans, swelling far beyond its normal size. You threw your head back in ecstasy, falling back into the grass, moaning. The warmth intensified all over your body, pulsing, and sending you into orgasmic spasms in the dirt and grass. With each pulse, your body swelled. Your legs began to stretch your jeans, your thighs and calves growing large and beefy. Your pelvis thrusting into the air and slamming back towards the earth found support as your ass cheeks swelled into two large globes of fat and muscle. Your hands stretched and grew calloused from years of hard labor. Forearms tensed and bulged leading to your exploding biceps, becoming mountains of pure muscle and strength, stretching the sleeves of your shirt to the limit. As you thrashed on the ground in pleasure, your back expanded, slamming each shoulder into the ground with more and more manly force, and ripping your shirt clean off of your torso. Your pecs swelled into large mounds and your stomach tightened as hard muscle pushed its way outwards. A sharp stench erupted from your body, as thick, curly hair erupted from around your new massive cock. The hair weaved its way around, covering your massive ass in the thick hair, before tracing its way down your massive legs. The thick patch that erupted above your cock began to swirl upwards over your stomach and onto your chest. A beard began to push its way out of your jaw and upper lip, meeting your new curly hairline and giving you manly facial hair that you had never been able to grow before. The raw stench became even more powerful as thick forests of wet hair pushed their way out of your armpits. Still thrashing in ecstasy, your massive arms were lifted, exposing your new bushes of hair, and sending your new odor directly into your nose. The sweet scent warped your brain. You were always like this. A big manly man who loved hiking in the woods and working out. With a deep guttural moan, your dick erupted with a seemingly never-ending stream of cum.

Blinded from the intense pleasure that you just endured. You spread your massive body out on the grass for several minutes, catching your breath. You were covered in sweat, and you stank to high heaven. But you liked that. Bringing yourself to your feet, you stood up to your full height of 6'4". Laying in that grassy patch was a nice breather before you continue your daily jog. You spent a lot of time working out to keep your muscles nice and big. Your job as a farm hand had you doing plenty of manual labor. You began your jog back home, where your pretty lil' wife was waiting for you to come home. She loved the smell of you and would be more than willing to help you out with your second workout in the bedroom.

Wow! I’m so incredibly grateful for my early Christmas present. I woke up this morning to see that I had passed 1,000 followers!

I started this blog 3 months ago to write some transformation stories that I wanted to read, involving men and photos that I was attracted to. I’m so humbled that over 1,000 people read my little page of writing and decided that they wanted to see more. I plan on writing semi-consistently as I continue to find inspiration in anything I see!

Thank you all again for supporting me as I explore this creative outlet.

Stitches

Max had been searching for a guitar for what felt like forever. He had moved to the big city straight out of college, hoping to find work, but fell in love with music instead. Thus, he was one of the thousands of struggling musicians, working odd jobs to make ends meet, and he dreamed of the day when he could finally afford to buy a guitar of his own. He scoured thrift stores, garage sales, and online marketplaces, but he could never seem to find the right one.

One day, Max was walking home from work when he stumbled upon a thrift store he had never seen before. He decided to pop in, just to see what they had, and that's when he saw it - the most beautiful guitar he had ever seen. It was love at first sight. Max approached the guitar and couldn't believe his luck. It was in excellent condition, and it was priced well within his budget. He felt like it was meant to be.

Max eagerly took the guitar back to his small apartment, and as he walked through the door, he felt his excitement reach new heights. He had always dreamed of owning a guitar of his own, and now, finally, that dream was within reach. He carefully placed the guitar on the floor of his apartment and sat down beside it. Picking it up and holding it to his torso, he got ready to play his favorite song: Stitches. He eagerly began strumming the first chord.

The vibrations of the guitar seemed to echo throughout his body, rippling and causing his body to pulsate. Max closed his eyes; the sounds of the music that he was making felt so good that he was overcome with pleasure. As Max played each chord, his body changed. The first chord caused his muscles to grow, and he felt his biceps bulge as they expanded. His arms became thicker and stronger, his veins popping out from under his skin. The second chord caused his chest to expand, and he felt his pecs become defined. His chest became wider, and his nipples grew larger. The third chord caused his legs to grow, and he felt his quads bulge as they expanded. His legs became thicker and stronger, his calf muscles rippling with each movement. The fourth chord caused his back to broaden, and he felt his lats become defined. His back became wider, and his shoulder blades grew larger.

His face became chiseled and defined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes became deeper set, and his eyebrows grew thicker. Opening his eyes and looking through his new curls, he peered down at his body. His body was covered in hair, and his clothes were tattered on the floor beside him. He had grown too large for them.

Max was in awe of his transformation. He had never felt so powerful, so strong, and so confident. He continued to play the guitar, and with each chord, he felt the magic of the instrument coursing through his veins. Max had become Shawn Mendes, the famous musician, and he was ready to take on the world.

Slobify me. I’m no coward.

Your wish is my command.

Lets start small, first of all we'll turn you into a nice cocky jock. Something to make your profile picture more suiting. Lean mass, a perfect cut six pack and exuding confidence.

I would have stopped there but you didn't want to take the risk you said "Slobify me" so I'll do exactly that. Guess that is a lot more than confidence exuding from you.

Sexy and sweating like a pig, for some I might say sweating non stop is enough to be a slob but because you seemed so confident to be one I'll go the extra mile for you.

Lets really muscle you up, we need more mass to work with, can't just have some fitness model type body dealing with all the curses you wished for. Whilst I'm at it I think some hair is in order. I haven't given any blokes hair in a while so your body will have to make up for that.

There we go, looking more like my type of guy. Huge muscles, insane strength. That sweat sticking to each strand of hair and finding it impossible to leave your body, B.O becoming worse with every second and becoming more of a permanent stench. But I dunno, you seem to be digging it and still seem pretty confident, well since you love it so much why don't we give you even more mass and some habits to work with. There is a problem though, your body can't put on any more muscle, but you wanted it so you got it.

UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRP

oh boy that stunk like stale protein and cake mate. You're still a big burly bodybuilder, just one who took the bulk too far. We still aint done buddy. You so desperately wanted to be "slobified" so there is no turning back now. That means more hair and more stink. You'll now be coated in so much B.O you'll wanna hold your nose, hell your eyes will water up from it mate. Alright you giant hairy bulk head lets take a look at you now.

A massive beard and coated in hair, perfect for what comes next. Because you are now such a slob I hope you'll warm up to your habits quick. Things like spilling your protein shake all in your beard and down that muscled gut of yours. Things like never doing laundry again so all your clothes are coated in sweat, cum and protein stains. You'll find food and shakes permanently stuck in that beard of yours, shoving a protein bar in your face whenever you feel even the slightest itch of hunger, and you'll find most of those wrappers stuck to you, forgetting to peel them off for a few hours at a time. Just try not to sit on any mate because you'll find it near impossible to get those big arms back far enough to peel it off your ass.

But I still don't think we're done, in fact I think you still want more. So here ya go, every day you’ll get slightly bigger, slightly taller, slightly more mass, until you become 900 pounds of mass. Your sweat and stench will soak into your furniture but not only that over the next week as you grow bigger your furniture will break under you, first it’ll be your chairs, then your couch and of course your bed. Soon your house will be filled with sweaty wet stinking broken furniture.

Hope this is enough for you mate, if you want more or less just let me know and Ill give you more,

Enjoy being an enormous lumbering beefy slob mate.