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where's the commission and follower story? It looks like you've just become even more homophobic and "conservative"

You know what? How about I just go ahead & embrace it. I’ll make sure those commissions & follower stories are shared and handled as intended, my time to write has just been cramped and the spare moments I have to set aside for my kinks are limited; but as I’ve said time and time again, I’m a proud gay man who doesn’t match the views of my characters, this is all purely sexual. I literally moved out of the south to come to the Bay Area, I vote liberal.

We jerk off to men turning into socks that get soaked in sweat and used as a cum rag; we all love reading about straight men turning into big booty himbos that crave cock. Sexuality change is innately hot, and I enjoy and am excited by primal, masculine instincts warping men like me into something entirely different. I have no shame in my kink and enjoyment for the niche of stories I write.

Like I said, I’ll make sure the promised stories are finished and posted as I’m able, but going forward I’m just gonna embrace what I like and write what I want to write. And you guessed it: there’s gonna be a lot of sweet, tidy gay men finding their place as powerful, dominant straight men.

So save the whining for someone else, my dude. Feel that cloudy sluggishness inside your head? The tightness of your muscles as you read more and more of this message? Yeah, go ahead and load up some classic lesbian porn. Feel your cock get fat and hard in your palm, stare at their huge tits bouncing up and down, juices leaking from their pussies. Think about how badly you want to breed them.

You should use your brain power for better things: like planning your next conquest.

I've always enjoyed reading transformation fiction, and it's always such a shame that's all it is...fiction. There are so many things I could think about becoming if it were all real, but I understand the risks. For example, I have a close mate of mine that I've had something of a crush on for years now, super tall and slim but toned where he needs to be, dark curly hair, well groomed beard, and such a nice ass that definitely doesn't match his slender figure. Shame he's straight. I want nothing more than to be with him. It would be easy to try and change him to suit my needs, but that might change the way I see him. Even if I changed myself to be what he wants, those wants could change on a whim and then I'm stuck with him showing me no attention because his interest has gone.

No, I don't want to be what he wants; I want to be what he needs.

I have to admit, your mate is very handsome indeed. I understand why you'd have a crush on him. I mean, it's obvious just from the way you describe him. You're completely head over heels for him. But you don't want me to change him for you because .... you're scared you won't find him hot anymore ? So instead you want to ignore your feelings and become what HE wants instead ? It's kinda pathetic ... dude, you need to stop thinking about what other people want and think about what YOU want ! Take what's rightfully yours !

Now, i already hear you saying "he isn't for me to take", "it's objectifying", "even if i wanted to i'm not like that anyway", "i'm way out of his league" bla bla bla... Quit finding excuses bro. You said you wanted to become what he needs. Have you ever thought that what he's always needed was a man powerful enough to claim him ? I'm here to help you get what you want, do you want to pass that up ?

That's what i thought. Alright, so you'll need to listen to what i'm saying and everything will work out. I want you to close your eyes and think about your crush. Think about his dark locks and his beautiful eyes. Think about his plump lips and his fit body. How does that make you feel ?

"Like i want to be with him so bad ... like i want him to be my boyfriend ..."

Good ! These are your desires so why should you ignore them ? You want him to be yours right ? You want to make him yours ?

"Yeah .... i guess ....."

Alright, now i want you to think about his bubble butt, the one you've been secretly glancing at for years. Think about how round it is, how defined it looks in his gym shorts, how it bounces whenever he walks. What do you want to do with it ? You want to grab it right ?

"hum ... yeah ...."

But you want to do more than that. When you're at his place and you see him sleep, you want to grab his ass right ? You want to jiggle his plump bubble butt and feel it bounce. You want to spread his cheeks and then grind your dick against his tight hole right ?

"fuck .... yeah, i want that !"

You want to shove him into the mattress and shove your hard dick into him. You want him to take the full length of your cock and then you want to pound his ass into submission. You want both of you to fuck so hard that you'll be completely covered in sweat and that you'll fall asleep with your dick still in his warm hole.

"FUCK YES !!!"

"... but .... he's straight. I can't force that on him."

You won't have to force him. You'll convince him to give himself to you. You know you want it. Don't fight it bro, these feelings you've always had for him. Every time you see him, it's the only thing you can think about: turning him into your own personal buttslut.

You have the power to make that happen in you. Feel that burning power coursing through your veins. Feel how it's making your muscles surge, how it's making your dick enlarge into a tool designed for wrecking holes, how it's making you grow into the dominant jock with the strength to make him yours. And how it's filling you with the confidence to do it

At first you fight against your urges. This doesn't feel like who you are. But gradually, you realize that your obsession with your mate is too overwhelming, and it'll only be quenched if you accept this change.

Don't fight it bro, give in to your desires. Becomes the alpha beast that'll convert your mate into the cock-hungry bottom boy of your dreams. Accept these desires. Feel the countless tattoos etching themselves on your skin as you accept them, each one representing a desire you've embraced.

You eventually go beyond mere accentance, fully assimilating your desires into your very being. With it you've converted into a manly arrogant fuckboy who'll take what is rightfully his.

Open your eyes bro.

Check yourself out man. Feel those powerful rippling muscles. Smell that sweaty musk that'll get any bottom boy you want on their knees. Yeah, i can tell you love your new body by that smug look on your chiseled face.

Your personality has been improved: bolder, cocky, dominant, with a sex drive to match your new needs. Your massive package is already begging -no, demanding attention. You're a sexual beast. Now go and do what you've always wanted to.

Your mate was shocked by your new appearance. Your old self only peeking through in the traits of your face, otherwise drowned in a sea of muscle and ink.

"Dude, what happened to you ?"

"You'll address me as Sir from now on, boy."

Wasting no time, grabbing him forcefully and forcing him on his knees in front of you. You hold the back of his head and force him into the front of your shorts, making him breathe the musk emanating from your bulging package. Your mate struggles against you, pushing against you and trying to get himself free from the stench.

"Breathe in boy."

He resists at first, trying to get away and holding in breath so as not to inhale your intoxicating musk. But your masculine pheromones eventually start taking effect, clouding his brain in fluffy cotton candy. You feel his resistance gradually break down. His eyes glaze over and his arms fall to his sides. He's now taking deep breaths of your sweaty aroma, moaning in pleasure.

You finally got him exactly where you wanted him. Lifting his chin up, you looked at him in his puppy eyes and slid your thumb in his mouth.

"Daddy's gonna pop your cherry now. Turn around"

With a nod, your mate turned around and presented his willing ass to you. Not wasting any time, you ripped his shorts appart, revealing the smooth bubble butt you had spent so long fantasizing about. You whipped out your ten-inch cock and positioned its head against his tight hole.

With one deep stroke, you entered your whole length inside his ass. He groaned in pain at first, unfamiliar with this new sensation. It was entirely foreign to him. You didn't move, resting your hip against his ass, letting him get used to the feeling of your cock inside of him.

After breaking him in, you started going back and forth in thrusts of increasing energy. Your sexual needs took over, this was what you had been waiting for for so long. You pinned him down and went to town on his ass. His tight warm hole felt amazing, better than you could have ever imagined. With loud animalistic grunts, you gave your former mate a true pounding ... and he was loving it (click to see).

His hole was getting wrecked but it was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. The feeling of your throbbing cock pushing against his prostate was completely rewiring his brain. You were making him high off of your dick and you were determined to make him fully addicted. With each thrust, more of his straightness was decimated and a bottom slut was being born. How could he have missed out on this for so long.

“Ahhh, fuuuuuuck. Holy shit dude.”

"Yeah that’s right bitch. You're gonna be my bottom bitch now boy."

"Please... make me your bitch, sir"

His hole was conforming perfectly to the shape of your cock and the sensation was making both of you go wild. You continued dicking him down like an animal in heat. You fucked him like you wanted his hole to be forever molded to your cock. Eventually, you exploded in a torrent of cum inside of him; seeding him and marking him as yours forever.

Feeling the flood of seed inside him, he came right after you. He would be addicted to getting his ass pounded for the rest of his life. You had transformed your former mate into nothing more than a cum-hungry slut.

Along with his rewritten psyche, his physical appearance quickly changed as well. The newly christened buttslut now only wore extremely revealing and tight clothes in order to show off his body to other men. He exclusively wore jockstraps so that any man could have easy access to his ass. His entire existence now revolved around pleasing men by getting his hole as well as his dick sucking lips stuffed with thick dicks.

His plain hair was bleached and dyed hot pink so that anyone would be aware of his bottom status. A permanent look of submissiveness was plastered on his face. The glint of intelligence in his eyes had faded and his dull look now only betrayed his craving for cum.

You were the first man in a long list of men who'll be using his holes from now on. But, as the first man to ever fucked and seed him with your potent cum, he would always belong to you. You had cunted him and his hole will forever be tailor made for your dick.

You finally had the fucktoy himbo boyfriend of your dreams. Enjoy !

I know it sounds strange but lately I'm in this whole black muscle phase & I keep having fantasies of going from a skinny fit white guy and turning into a buff black guy. I'm also into being a bit of a slob so I keep thinking of having a bit of musk or bo and maybe being prone to belching it'd be so hot if you could turn me into a buff black guy who's a bit of a slob.

"I get it bro. You see those black muscle gods going to the gym and hulking out and you wish you could be one of them. The stench doesn't even bother you that much so you feel like you'd fit right in ! I get you and i'm here to help you realize your dream !"

You suddenly start feeling a soreness spread across you body and, as you look down, you realize that your muscles are growing. Slowly but surely, you can feel your body buff up into that of a true jock : thick meaty thighs, defined abs, prominent pecs, nice round shoulders and biceps. Your developing muscles nicely filled out your once baggy clothes.

Too busy admiring your bulking physique, you don't even realize that your light hair darkens quickly, first into a dirty blonde, then brown and eventually jet black. Your straight hair even starts curling up into a curly black hairstyle with a high fade.

Your changing ethnicity only becomes clear to you once your pale skin gradually tans into a darker tone, eventually leaving you with glorious brown skin. Even your facial features begin to shift into that of a man of unmistakable African descent; with a wide nose and thick lips. You're feel elated. This is exactly how you wanted to look.

You start caressing and fondling your sculpted body, admiring every inch of it. Your hand glides over your skin and you notice a slight dampness caused by a thin layer of sweat all over your body. You raise your arm to take a whiff inside your armpit and smell a faint musk emanating from it. This was the perfect body.

"Fuck yeah bro" you said, in a deep husky voice that surprised even yourself.

But the changes didn't stop there. Your skin darkened even more into a deep dark melanated tone fit for true nubian king. Your muscles continued to swell and bulk up, putting on pounds after pounds of thick meat. Each of your muscle groups differentiated into glorious bulging muscles. Your jock physique was gone, changing into that of an imposing professional bodybuilder.

But along with those physical changes, your body's physiology also rewired. You noticed right away that your new beefcake body produced a much stronger stench than earlier. You didn't even need to sniff your armpit to smell the pungent bo that was emanating from them, instantly hitting your senses and clouding your brain. That's when concern started to creep in.

This wasn't really what you wanted. What you wished for was to be buff and a bit of a slob, not a noxious stinking sweat machine. This was starting to be a bit too much, even for you. A sudden feeling of bloatedness grew inside your tight stomach. You tried to protest what was happening to you, but the only thing that escaped your mouth when you opened it was a loud putrid belch.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP

The room-shaking belch that just erupted from you kicked in the next phase of your transformation. A growing feeling of distress came over you as all of your glorious muscles bulged and ballooned. Your pecs got even heavier than they already were, thickening into a pair of juicy man boobs. You were now barely able to see past the bouncy meaty pectorals protruding from your chest.

All your other muscle groups followed suit, swelling up to absurd proportions and leaving you looking like a freakish tank. Your delts and biceps exploded in size, leaving your upper body looking like that of a disproportionate gorilla of a man. Your traps swole and bulged, making your neck look as thick as your head. Your butt expanded into a pair of jiggly globes. Your legs surged and became thick powerful tree trunks. Your once delicate feet enlarged into massive man feet that tore through your sneakers. Your tight clothes weren't spared either as your growing body shredded right through them.

You were swelling up like a beastly blow-up doll but, instead of filling up with air, your body filled with thick weighty beef. Your muscle's definition disappeared forever, merging together into thick slabs of meat. You now easily weighed over 300 pounds.

You were panting. The transformation was so intense that you were burning up, beads of sweat forming all over your skin. You breathed in and out, trying not to panic. How could i have done this to you ? This was never what you asked for. You never asked to become some caricature of a muscle-obsessed freak.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP

Your stomach grumbled loudly as another loud toxic belch erupted out of your mouth and, with it, one final change to your body. The belch seemed to go on forever and, with every second that passed, you felt your tight muscular abs distend and grow out into a prominent roid gut.

You refused to believe what you had become and you tried to suck your muscle gut in. But, no matter how hard you tried, it couldn't be hidden, exposing you as the roided out muscle beast that you were.

You tried to move but everything about your new body felt alien to you, incongruous. Your thick thighs rubbed and chaffed against each other. Your inflated pecs and bubble butt were visible through any piece of clothing you could possibly try. Your arm muscles were so blown up that you struggled to put on clothes or scratch your back. Your neck was so thick that you couldn't turn your head without turning your entire body. As you walked, you struggled to balance your immense bulk and your enormous feet made you move like a clumsy oaf.

Your new body was so big that any kind of physical effort made you exhausted. You burned so much energy that you needed to eat several hefty meals every day which made you feel bloated constantly. You were unable to go 5 minutes without letting out a room shaking masculine belch.

You were so sweaty that you looked like you had just gotten out of the shower at all time, not that you smelled like it. Your biochemistry was on perpetual overdrive, producing a constant stream of sweat that pooled at your feet wherever you went and engulfing you in a thick cloud of rank bo. No matter how many showers you took, you absolutely reeked at all time.

You tried to keep your former friends but they simply couldn't bear to spend any time with your new foul self. You tried to keep your job but your new condition made it impossible for your colleagues to work in your presence. You had nothing left, you were alone and distraught. This was too much ... too much muscle, too much bo .... You never wanted this...

The only place where you could possibly be accepted was the gym and, although normal people kept avoiding you there, you managed to make friends with other juiced up gymrats. Nobody wanted to be around you except them. Other reeking mindless gymrats were the only ones who could understand you now. You weren't a normal human anymore, you were a beast.

They didn't care about your constant sweat production or your inescapable aura of reeking bo or your nonstop belches. Your new bros accepted you as you were. They even encouraged you to not give a fuck, to go further and to just rip one out.

And so you gradually accepted your new place among them as a gym-brained roided out muscle bull. From now on, that was all you were good for.

"Damn bro, you reek."

Thank you for 250 followers !

Thank you all so much for everything, whether it's following, liking, reblogging or sending me nice messages. It feels truly amazing to create something that people appreciate !

I'd like to celebrate this milestone by doing something special for you all, however i don't really have any ideas. So i'm open to any and all suggestions by you guys (here in the notes, in DMs or in my inbox) !

I've also accumulated a few asks in my inbox at this point but i'd like to shift toward more of a balance of asks and standalone stories, so ask stories will slow down a bit for now. If you've sent me an ask, i'll get to them eventually so don't worry !

I’ve always felt like I was meant to be someone else, whether that someone was older or a different race I wasn’t sure. Could you change me into my true self? Don’t leave a trace of the old me

"Alright, so you don't have a specific idea of what you want to become then ? So you give me free card to do whatever i want with you ? Or maybe you're just too scared to admit exactly what you want ? I say that because deep down, you know there's only one way for a man to be his true self. I feel like we all know who we're really supposed to be deep inside but sometimes we're scared to admit it. But i'm very glad that you finally came to your senses and came to me. It's fine bro, i gotchu !"

You suddenly feel yourself burning up. You start panting as you notice that you're sweating buckets. Trust me bro, that means it's working. But you better take your clothes off unless you want them to get completely soaked.

You take off your shirt yet you still feel something building up inside of you like an intense heat. You looked down at your damp body, heaving, and you realize that with each of your breaths you seem to be growing. Each of your individual muscles are plumping up, gradually building up into an athletic yet strong physique.

You're shocked, this body is perfection. All your muscles are to the exact proportions that would make you go crazy if you saw them on another man. Nice round shoulders, powerful-looking back, thick arms, bulging pillowy pecs, prominent abs and defined cum-gutters. You were a hunk ! A total catch !

You would have been satisfied with the transformation stopping there, but you're not the one calling the shots anymore.

The radiating heat that you felt starts concentrating in smalls tingles all over your body, but particularly your crotch and armpits. The sensation develops into an uncontrollable itchiness that you need to quench. Without even realizing it, you start scratching at your dick and your pits. That's when small hairs start sprouting everywhere, quickly forming a dense forest of darkening hair all over you.

You can feel your transforming body changing from that of a pretty boy to that of a rough masculine man. Your short stubble grows into a thick beard. Your voice cracks and deepens into a husky seductive one.

You raise your muscular arm and your nose is immediately assaulted by a strong musky smell. The combination of your constant production of sweat and it sticking to your new pelt of hair has resulted in you developing a permanent man stench that you'll never quite be able to get rid off.

You now feel the heat gather in your groin. As the sense of warmth grows, blood started filling your cock. As you hold your enlarging manhood in your hand, you realize that it's growing beyond it's original below average size. Right before your eyes, your modest pecker swole into a girthy schlong worthy of fucking any man you could possibly want.

While admiring it, you notice that your manhood looks ... darker than usual. Were you developing a tan .... only on your dick ? But it wasn't just a tan, your dick was becoming distinctly darker than the rest of your skin. And now that you were thinking about it, it looked like your entire body was darkening too. And suddenly, it hit you.

"I'm turning Middle Eastern ?!?!" you shouted in a cracking voice.

You couldn't even stop what was happening to you. Your balls were growing too, churning and turning your white swimmers into brown seed eager to be released. Your needy cock started leaking like crazy, leaking your inferior white genes in a steady stream of precum.

As your white ancestry drained into your balls, you could now only see yourself as the Arabian stallion you were always meant to be. One hundred pounds of pure Saudi beef.

Along with your whiteness, your personality also drained down into your balls, leaving space for a new and improved bro personality to develop. Everything that was once important to you and made you a complex human being dissolved.

In its place, the gym became your only interest. Lifting iron, flexing in the mirrors, and ripping rank protein farts with your gymrat bros became your only source of happiness in life. Your interesting and lovable personality gave way to a superficial jock persona.

A dumb cocky grin appeared on your face. You fondled your big brown dick.

"Bro ... this is a blunt tool. I could knock someone out with that thing huhu... or knock them up..." you half-joked in a heavy middle eastern accent

Saying that surprised even yourself. You were gay after all. You loved men and their big beefy bodies. Why were you even thinking about knocking up some chick .... You weren't attracted to women ...

That's what you told yourself but, against your own will, your dick hardened at the thought of a woman's body. their curves, their big juicy tits, their tight wet pussy ... You couldn't help it, you were rock hard at the thought.

Your biological urge to spread your seed and make brown babies flooded your brain and your dick grew harder, aching for release. Something deep inside you, a tiny remaining piece of you, tried to fight against it. Your balls were full of your old self, trying to resist, but your body was moaning and humping the air. You needed to bust.

You thought of a tight pussy being stretched out by your fat dick and suddenly the flood of cum couldn't be contained anymore. In a sudden geyser of cum, you expelled all your whiteness, faggotry and brains forever all at once. The new straight bro's low moan drowning your last cry for help.

You laid on your back, cemented in place and unable to think, as your new identity settled permanently. Your brain had fried, leaving behind a braindead straight gymbro. No trace of your former self was left.

Feeling your ingrained urge to spread your brown seed already, you gathered yourself. The mind-blowing load's volume was so large that it left a huge mess all over you, but you didn't care. You pulled your grey sweatpants up over your dick. You were gonna workout, no need to shower. But first, you needed to seed some pussy.

It was the intrinsic drive to spread your heritage, to fertilize as many chicks as possible with your brown genes and make babies. That same drive that lives deep inside every man. It's your purpose. Your role. You're a breeder.

You walked into the gym's locker room, looking for any young woman to impregnate. Your balls needed to be emptied. You couldn't wait to swell her belly with your brown babies. This was who you were now, a baby-maker.

With a dopey look, you walked over to the first cute chick you spotted. You pawed at your large bulge through your grey sweatpants, very visible since you were freeballing.

"Wanna take a ride baby"

You're meant to be an alpha breeder jock. Everybody's meant to. Now go spread your brown seed bro.

Hell yeah ! That was truly amazing. Thanks for granting my wish br-UUUUUUUUUURP

Hey dude ! So i've been having this problem recently while playing CoD online recently. This guy in my group keeps belching into his mic constantly and it's really distracting. I don't even know what's gotten to him, he used to talk normally but now he sounds like a total jock bro. And it's starting to affect our team's performances.

The worst part is that i'm starting to feel like i can .... smell his bo ... like, through my mic. I just wish i wasn't bothered by his belches and his stink, you know ?

Sorry to hear that bro, It can suck when people can be annoying when trying to relax gaming online, but I'll be nice and give you exactly what you want, you won't be bothered by his stink and belching anymore... You finish up a match with your least favourite person to run into online, you say "GG" into the mic and pull up the menu to quit before the ending screen has even finished. You already know what's coming seeing the gamer tags in your lobby, as you scroll down to 'quit game' a loud sound breaks out over lobby call, "BUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP- ugh, gg bro"

You grimace at the noise and press exit before he can fire off again, this dude had been bugging you for days, leaving his mic open you could hear every time he took a sip of his shake or a bite of his food between respawns, but the worst was his constant belching in between call outs or even small talk, but burping wasn't really a reportable offence and he when he actually gave call outs it was good information so you just had to put up with it instead of muting him, still you hoped every game you loaded into you'd be hoping you wouldn't see his gamer tag on your team.

You pressed play again and sat there staring at the que timer waiting. Whilst you sat there you felt a little uncomfortable the room suddenly felt hotter and you began to sweat from under your jumper. A few minutes went by before you decided it was unbearable and you took off your jumper and smelt the strong whiff of musk and saw a small sweat mark start to appear on your t-shirt under your armpit. You hadn't realised you'd been so sweaty and you got up to go change your shirt when you suddenly got into a game, there was not time to change now and you'd have to wait till after the match.

Loading in you let out a sigh of relief seeing the infamous belcher wasn't on your team and so you gladly jumped in call to talk to your team. The game was rough, not for how hard it was to beat the enemy team but you felt strange and uncomfortable the whole time. Your shirt was feeling tighter than usual and you could feel the fabric cling to the sweat on your back. You felt the heat building up in your sweat pants as the fluffy wool chaffed against you thighs which felt like they were now stretching out your pants. At one point you even ripped off your socks hoping that'd start to cool you down, which it didn't. The match ended and you left the game. Taking the back on your hand and wiping it across your forehead you felt the sweat brush off, letting out a deep breath placing your controller on the coffee table in front of you, you saw the sweaty handprints left behind which you only ever saw one the hottest days of summer.

Letting out a deep sigh you stood up and tried to take your shirt off feeling it stick to your skin and the potent smell of musk flowing out from your pits as your arms were above your head. You dropped your shirt on the floor and looked down seeing your chest had pushed out into strong defined pecs and somehow you got abs within the last 20 minutes.

"Ho-holy shit" you laughed as you rubbed your new wash board abs

You scrambled to pull down your grey sweat pants and you weren't disappointed, strong muscled thighs you fell back down to your seat letting out a chuckle as you started feeling up your massive thighs. Thousands of thoughts were flowing through your head, what was happening? HOW did this happen? thinking back on your day trying to remember anything that would have you suddenly turn into a hot fitness model,

but one thought was stronger than the others, you didn't even have to lift up you arm to smell the stench coming from your pits, you smelt like you haven't showered in 2 days and had run a marathon. You leant forward to cancel the que when suddenly the words GAME FOUND appeared at the top of the screen. You thought it'd probably be best to dodge the game and take a shower.....but then again it was your day off and nobody could smell you so it could probably wait until after the game.

You played another round, trying not to focus on the smell of bo in the air around you and eventually you forgot about it all together, you were so focused on the game you didn't even notice yourself constantly shifting in your seat as you tried to make yourself comfortable, reaching back and pulling at your underwear waist band every couple of minutes, not even noticing it was drenched in sweat.

The game ended and you stood up, feeling as your sweaty ass peeled itself off the couch like some kind of wet Velcro, you felt heavy, like your body had put on more size and your stomach grumbled as you felt like you could eat a whole pizza to yourself.

DING DONG

You walked over to your door and opened it to see a pizza delivery guy standing there, you couldn't remember ordering one?

"whoa" the delivery man said as he turned his head to the side holding his nose "here you go dude"

The pizza box was shoved into your hands,

"errr, lemme grab my wallet I guess" you calmly said, forgetting you were standing there in your underwear

"Don't worry about it dude, its all pre paid" the delivery man practically shouted it at you as he backed away

You wondered what his problem was but thought it best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. You shut the door and made your way back to your seat, opening up the box and grabbing a slice and stuffing it in your mouth. Sitting back down you felt the cold as the wet patch on your seat collide with you, you felt it squelch down as the stuffing in the seat was so drenched with sweat.

Game found appeared on the top of the screen and you looked at the pizza slice in your hand. You shoved the whole slice in your mouth and desperately looked around for something to wipe the grease off on, the only thing you could think of was your underwear which barely worked but you thought it did so you picked up your controller covering it with a layer of sweat and grease.

"hey, who's chewing?" someone said over mic

You didn't even realise you had joined the chat, loudly chewing on your food into the open mic.

You played through the game almost an autopilot, just enjoying the sounds of shooting guns, although you'd wish people would stop bitching about whoever was chewing on open mic, they should just mute whoever it is and move on...

Afterwards you walked over to your bench, you felt so stuffed after eating a whole family size pizza in 10 minutes but at the same time you could go for a drink, as you stood up you felt so heavy and puffy, like you were swollen. You walked over to your kitchen ignoring the sound of your large sweating feet slapping against your floor. You turned on your tap and turned your head sideways gulping down mouthfuls of water. The water spilled out and ran down the side of your mouth as you gulped and swallowed, gasping for air in-between mouthfuls, as you stood up right again mid mouthful having had your fill and the water spilled out of your slack jaw and ran down your chest. You gut groaned and you leant forward on your counter top rubbing your abs,

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

You gasped for air after letting out the loudest belch of your life, the water on your lips and chin still dripping off your face forming little droplets on your counter top,

uuUURP

you let out another smaller belch as you reached around to scratch your sweaty ass. You began making your way back over to your game wanting to play another round, each step was strange, like you were getting heavier and heavier, heaving your floor creak. Your chest and jaw were itchy and as you scratched you felt stubble poking out of your skin and felt as sweat and grease got trapped under your nails.

Reaching your chair you grabbed onto the back of it, needing to catch your breath almost exhausted from the 20 steps you had taken. You spun your gaming chair around and threw your entire weight into it, a large strenuous noise rang out from every joint, screw and bolt, like the chair almost crumbled under you. Jiggling in your place you felt sweat be pushed out of the seat like squeezing a wet sponge as your ass made its way into the massive groove you had created.

Picking up your controller you felt the greasy surface connect with your hand. Your chest began to itch again and you took the edge of the controller and rubbed it against you chest hair.

You hadn't noticed but as you walked over to your seat you had gotten bigger, and hairier, the stench coming off your skin was now not just drifting through the air but it was clinging to you, getting stuck in your new hairy body quickly making you smell worse.

game found appeared on the screen and you quickly lost interest in how hair you had become.

"hey what's going on team" a dude called out

you opened your mouth to respond but instead

BUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

You let out a loud monstrous belch, you felt it vibrate in your chest and thighs, you felt it as your shoulder blades creeped up above the top of your gaming chair and as your thighs were pushed together as they got thicker but had nowhere to go but inwards forcing you to close your man spread. The chair under you groaned and you couldn't help but groan along with it as you felt so heavy and big, like you were being weighed down by a car.

"bro could you not burp in mic?" someone complained

"sorre-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRPPPPPP" You just couldn't help it, you couldn't even get through your words without letting yourself burp like a pig.

two of your team mates instantly left the voice call and the two that remained began to complain about how rude it was to do that over open mic. You weren't really paying attention to them though as you laughed thinking to yourself they were probably two dudes who were a quarter of your size.

Days went by and you didn't notice how bad thing were, you floor covered in pizza boxes, a large mark on your coffee table had formed like someone had forgotten to put something under a drink but it was from you putting up your large feet. Energy cans were on the ground around your chair from just being tossed down to the floor when you were done. Your controller itself started to come undone at the joins from being gripped by your enormous ape like hands,

but you didn't notice any of it because you didn't give a fuck, the only things you cared about now was being big, playing CoD.

You'd become a mindless muscle slob who was, belching and sweating like a pig.

I'm sure you won't care next time a guy burps on mic, in fact it might even be a turn on for you now. Better focus up muscle pig you just got another game.

Small update

Alright bros, small announcement here. After posting my new stories, the tumblr algorithm kinda decided to go crazy on me and locked a bunch of my stories as well as flagging my account as explicit.

I modified the stories so that they could show up for yall, mainly by putting the more spicy content behind links, so don't forget to click on them to get the full experience ! This kinda sucks because i had a very specific idea of how my stories should look, but hey, gotta adapt !

I'm pretty new to all this so i'll try to do what i can. I'm very open to suggestions for how to deal with the limits posed by the tumblr guidelines if you have any !

And finally, more hot stories coming soon 😈

It so hard to act like a masc, straight, conservative jock around my dads family, being gay and a twink... I just wish be able to stop acting, any help?

"Well, the solution is quite simple. It's like your boyfriend always says : the red-blooded alphas in your family, they don't think with their brains, they think with their dicks. And since you're so eager and willing, i can easily make that happen for you."

"But because i'm not evil, as some may assume, i'll even give you an out in case you choose to opt out at any point. You can decide to stop whenever you want and i'll transform you back to normal. The only thing you need to avoid is cumming because that'll make the changes permanent. Got it ? Easy right !"

I snap my fingers and you start feeling light-headed as your blood flow redirects downwards to your enlarging dick. As your train of thoughts comes to a halt, it suddenly clicks. Your boyfriend was right. You just needed to think with your dick huhu. You felt a surge of confidence as all your anxiety and insecurity drained into your balls. You felt so free for the first time ever.

"Already satisfied ? This isn't even the best part yet. Let's give you a body that matches you new bro attitude." With that, your entire body blows up in brawny muscles all at once, filling out your formerly baggy clothes. With all your inhibitions gone, you started flexing and slapping your new powerful muscles to show them off.

Your body now looks like that of a broided out jock with a personality to match. Unfortunately all the clothes you currently have are those you used to wear : baggy clothes that hid your entire body. Before, you would never have thought so much as to show an inch of skin. Well that wouldn't do anymore.

Your wardrobe gets updated with more revealing clothes, matching your newfound confidence. Tank tops, under armour shirts and tight fitting tees are now part of your regular look, as well as jeans and grey sweatpants to perfectly showcase your bulge. And your new look wouldn't be complete without one crucial accessory : a red MAGA cap.

It feels weird to wear it at first considering how much it represents everything that you stood against. It felt wrong. But that was the old you talking. The one who worried constantly about how other would perceive him. Well he wasn't in charge anymore. So you did what you do best now, you started thinking with your dick, letting it guide you.

Gradually, your common sense and critical thinking skills dulled. You realized that it truly didn't matter what others thought about you. It was just a red cap, and if that offended them then .... then ... they were just a bunch of snowflakes !

That's how it began. Wearing your MAGA cap became less of a neutral stylistic choice and more of an intentional display of your political allegiances. It didn't happen right away. It grew over time inside of you like an insidious red corruption, slowly turning your blue liberal values of inclusivity and understanding into patriotism and bigotry.

Eventually, you saw it as clear as day. What the values of a real man were supposed to be : conservative, God-fearing, gun-loving and proud to be American.

With those mental changes came your new breeding tool, gradually enlarging as your core values got perverted. You'll need it to put little white babies in the wombs of all the women who will want you to fertilize them with your strong alpha genes. If you decide that you want this life for yourself of course.

You feel it right ? All your faggotry has drained into your balls. Your former boyfriend was now a distant memory. The only thing you can imagine putting your dick into from now on are a hot bimbo's thick lips and tight pussy. And with that needier cock of yours, you'll need to drain your balls inside hot chicks constantly.

Some of them will call you a toxic white male, but deep down you know that they'll all be begging for you to impregnate them with your patriotic white dick. And with your new God given duty to propagate and spread your seed, you'll have these bitches lining up for their turn outside your place.

So, how do you feel ? Pretty fucking swole i reckon ? Well show off those strong all american beefy muscles for me bro.

Hell yeah, that'll show those libtards. Oh your new look ? Well any respectable american's favorite colors to wear are camo and stars and stripes of course. And with your MAGA cap permanently screwed to your head, from now on you won't be caught outside not advertising your love for the military and your country to the entire world.

You're finally the son your father always wanted. A masculine male, physically powerful, strong-willed, proudly republican and most importantly, heterosexual. Your entire family was shocked at the transformation, but they were very supportive of how your life turned out.

Your former college friends didn't have such a positive reaction. They were disgusted and appalled by who you had become : a reactionary douchebag. But no one was more shocked than you former boyfriend. Not that you cared about what that pathetic faggot had to say. The only thing you had on your mind were the curvy bodies of women and how you'll have them cream on your fat dick.

You're getting excited about that uh ? Hey ! I see you pawing at your big dick a bit too much there bro. Remember that if you cum-

Your cock suddenly erupts as your former self gets drained out of your balls forever, leaving a huge mess in your underwear (click to see)

Well... Enjoy your new MAGA life bro !

Hey! :) First of Welcome in the community :D From what I've seen you really are a good writter and yoru concepts are super cool :D Can't wait to ee what you'll come up with in the coming days! I was wondering if you could help me. See, I've bought a new phone. At least I thought it was new. At the first start, there was still folders in it, images and most of all plenty of gifs in the pictures folder. What's even weirder is that most of them are gay gif. I really don't understand why they are here. What's even weirder, as i got my phone out to write this message, i got zapped with electricity and since, my fingers are bruning and I feel light headed. What is happening!?

Oh no, that sounds pretty serious bro. I've been hearing about these charms can transport people inside their favorite porn scenes. Usually people do it willingly, so for you to receive a phone planted with that curse must have been intentional... Luckily there's a way-out !

Listen carefully because judging by your progressing symptoms, you only have a few seconds left before you're sent inside the scene you saw. There's a magic phrase you need to say that acts as a sort of safeword. The magic phrase is "get this fag out". Just say that out loud and you'll be transported back out of the porn. Got it ? Alright, good lu-

I didn't even have time to finish what i said before you got violently lunged through time and space. You felt your body slam down with an unfamiliar amount of heft on top of a cold hard surface. You barely even had time to open your eyes and adjust them to the new light level before you felt your body being rammed from behind by the powerful thrusts of a man penetrating your ass. A spasm of pleasure through your entire body forced a low moan to escape your mouth. Before you had time to understand what was happening, the loop started over. And over. And over.

You were stuck in a gif. The repeating cycle you were in allowed you to fully register every aspect of your current situation in the most intimate details.

You were clearly getting fucked against a counter. Your arms lay in front of you, supporting you so that the momentum of each thrust didn't send you flying forward. Looking at your arm, you noticed right away that you were in a body that wasn't your own. First of all, you were white with a fairly hairy forearm. You could tell by the way your body bounced with each pound you received that your body had a lot more bulk to it than you were used to. You were clearly in the body of some white jock pornstar.

The man fucking you held you firmly with his large hand on your shoulder. You couldn't even look behind you to see what he looked like. All you managed to assess was that he was powerful, likely muscular, and dominant, judging by how he was manhandling you. And of course, you could tell that he was very well endowed.

His massive dick slammed inside your ass. The constant onslaught on your sensitive prostate was making you see stars. The perpetual throbbing and pumping of your love button felt better than anything you had ever done before. Your dick was rock hard between your legs, leaking a constant stream of precum.

You uncontrollably moaned like a complete buttslut. The sensation you felt was that of absolute bliss. This felt amazing ... you could just ... stay like this .....

WAIT !

You snapped out of it right as your mind was slipping. You didn't ask to be there. You had to use the safeword to get out quick ! You opened your mouth to say the words.

"Get this fag AAAaaaaaaah !"

"Get fa- UHHHHHH !!!"

"Fag ouuuuuuuuuh !"

The gif you were in was 2 seconds long which should have been plenty enough time to pronounce the words that would save you from this delicious prison. But no matter how hard or how many times you tried, you could only get out only half of the phrase before a loud moan forcibly cut you off, cutting your available time in half.

You tried as hard as possible to reckon with your predicament and try to find an escape, but the constant and profound state of arousal you were in made it hard to think logically.

With each cycle, it's like you could feel your brain cells frying one by one. Each pound gradually degraded your cognitive abilities. You had to resist .... But it felt so good to just give in .... It was like you were getting drunk on dick, you were on a perpetual high that you never wanted to come down from. And just like that, you stopped resisting entirely.

An overload of literally mind blowing pleasure nullified every other aspect of your soul. Your eyes rolled up. Your jaw slacked. You had gotten your brains fucked out at last. You were now just a braindead cumslut who's only purpose in life was taking dick.

In the real world, i picked up the phone from where you had dropped it on the ground. Looking at the screen, i could see the gif you were now permanently stuck in. With that look of blissed out ecstasy plastered on your face, you looked like the perfect mindless cock slut. You were so contant, so happy to just be a dicked down fag for the entire world to witness. I guess i should have sent you this gift sooner.

Yep, i was the one who sent your the cursed phone. Not that you care about that stuff anymore anyway. You're now trapped in pure, mindless and eternal bliss, your dick-crazed broken mind unable to compute anything other than the intense pleasure of being a hungry buttslut forever.

In lieu of getting this fag out, you ended up just ... fagging out.

Amazing first few stories! Got any badass punk tf ideas? 😏

Oh i have lots of ideas anon. You want to be a punk uh ? You think that's "badass" ? You want to be different because you think that makes you cool. I know your type. Disruptive, disrespectful, and quite frankly useless to society. If you want to be a punk so bad, then you're going to be treated like one.

WHAM

You bedroom door flies open and three or four cops rush in. They start grabbing you and restraining you, and you're powerless to resist.

"Get your hands off off me pigs ! You can't do this ! I didn't do anything wrong !!!"

You scream in vain as a cop puts his hand over your mouth to silence you. You instantly start to feel woozy and light-headed and soon enough, you black out.

When you wake up, you find yourself strapped to a bed. You can tell that you're naked by the cold air you can feel on your skin. You'd try to scream but you were gagged.

The room you're in is completely sterile and white. You'd think you were in some super fancy hospital if it weren't for the ominous contractions above and around you. You hear heavy footsteps approach and a door open. A military man, clearly high ranking judging by his uniform, and a doctor enter the room.

"Hello young man. You must be a bit confused as to why you're here so i'll explain. As you're well aware, there's been a recent rise in social instability all around the country which has resulted in countless marches, violent protests and extremist riots. This has put both the police and the military under a rising amount of pressure that our current forces cannot deal with. The solution to that problem is .... you."

"The punks, the agitators, the dissidents. As part of our new program we take the likes of you off the streets, turn you into obedient law enforcers and then put you back on the streets to be put to a better use. Two birds with one stone ! You stop causing problems and we get a shiny new agent !"

"Now, i already hear you say "But i didn't even do anything. This is illegal." Well, thankfully our government is very pro-military and has fully endorsed this program. And thanks to a state of the art AI algorithm, we're able to predict crimes before they even happen ! Let me take a look at your file. It looks like you were 75% likely to cause trouble at a protest which is above the national's threshold to arrest you and put you through the program ! Lucky you ! You'll finally be of service to society !"

At this point you were in full panic mode. It was so surreal. This couldn't be a prank, it'd have to be a very elaborate one. It felt like you were in a horrible nightmare and were going to wake up any second. Except this was very real. How could this happen ?! What did you do to deserve this ?!

You struggled against your restrains, trying to escape. But it was no use. You were trapped. As you looked around you could see the doctor preparing his equipment.

"You don't need to worry tho. There won't be much of you left after we're done with the process. You'll be a mindless obedient drone who happily follows orders. Alright, let's begin !"

With that, the doctor pushed a button and a sudden beaming light blinded you. It must have lasted 30 seconds but it felt like forever as it left your skin with a sensation of painful stinging all over your body. Then, the doctor started spraying you with a clear liquid that left your skin looking glossy.

"These early steps are what we call the initial treatment. First, all your hair has to be permanently removed. We wouldn't want any of that pesky hair to get in the way of your new duties right ? That also means that your haircut had to go. It's shiny baldness forever for you now ! Your hair cells all got burned away by that light, so you'll be nice and hairless from now on"

You screamed through your gag as hard as you could, tears running down your eyes. This was wrong. Your hair that you were so proud of... gone forever... What they were doing to you as unfair. They were making you into a freak.

"After this the skin is treated with a special solution that makes it receptive to the next step: the suiting. With your skin primed, it'll now bond perfectly with our permanent latex coating. You can now say bye bye to your skin."

A shiny black liquid suddenly splashed on you from above. The liquid, as if it had a mind of its own, started spreading all over your body. Starting with your stomach, then to your torso and your groin. Your manhood quickly got encased into a smooth bulge.

The pitch black liquid filled all the pores of your skin. All the crevices and imperfections were gone. Your treated skin bonded immediately with the liquid on contact, leaving behind a featureless black latex exterior. It didn't feel so much like a tight garment had been put on you, but more like an actual second skin that was an extension of your own. The liquid then made quick work of your arms and legs, leaving your face for last.

Your head got covered first, making it a shiny sleek dome. As the liquid creeped closer to your face, the doctor removed your gag. You didn't have time to utter your final words as your mouth got sealed shut forever.

With your face blank, the suiting was complete. You were now fully rubberized. With no visible facial features, it was like you could have been anyone in there. Your personhood had been removed. Anyone looking at you could only see a sleek, black, featureless drone.

Inside, you were trying to grasp what had happened to you when you felt the liquid penetrate your rear. Your lurched forward at the sudden invasion.

"Don't struggle drone. This is the next step of the process : the erasure of your mind. Don't worry, it'll be very pleasurable for you. We find that our drones are at their most productive and obedient when they're in a state of permanent arousal. Pleasure becomes the driving force behind all their basic functions which makes for infallible and flawless soldiers. You're gonna enjoy this."

The invading liquid formed an airtight plug that stretched and fused with your insides, carefully connecting to all your nerve endings. Your mind was reeling from what the man had just told you. You couldn't let this happen, you had to resist whatever would happen. You didn't have time to finish your thought when your body suddenly lit up with extreme sensory pleasure. It was like your entire body was sensually stroked and caressed. Your wriggled and squirmed at the mental assault. This was more intense than anything you had ever done.

In fact, it was more intense that anything your mind could possibly handle. The pleasure was so extreme and excessive that it was all your brain could process, pushing all other forms of cognition to the back of your mind. It was like you were suddenly thrust in the passenger seat of your own body. The entirety of who you are as a person, watching yourself be wracked with pleasure.

But the pleasure only grew, it grew so much that it even started to take over the little corner you had retreated into. You tried to resist, you tried to push it back and keep some of who you are intact. But the intense arousal started to erode and whittle away at you. Like a bright all consuming light that got brighter and brighter, the pleasure was unstoppable and it gradually consumed the entirety of who you were.

It's pleasure. It's only pleasure. You try to resist, just because you know that what you have to do. But you don't even know why anymore. Because the only thing that exists is pleasure. It's so overwhelming. And just like that, your mind hits a breaking point and it all disintegrates.

If the men around you could see your eyes, they'd see the light that was in them dim and extinguishing forever. They see you go limp and that's all they need to see to know that all traces of who you once were are gone. Your entire identity got erased.

"Wow, it's always such a thrilling thing to behold... Seeing a person be wiped clean and a drone be born." Said the commander

"All that government funding certainly helped streamline the process. Things got quite ugly for some of the first test subjects. This one should feel lucky." the doctor replied

It didn't even react when the men started to outfit it in full tactical gear. Thanks to its new rubberized skin, it won't ever have to take its gear off.

The blank drone could now be reprogrammed into the perfect enforcer of the law. Connections directly to the brain started sending new signals to the drone. Signals of conformity and uniformity. Of law and order. Of authority and discipline. With its free will gone, the drone swiftly stands at attention, ready to receive orders.

Assimilation complete

One thought. One purpose.

Obedience.

Conformity.

Order.

"Time to go crack down on some punks."

Hey hi! I wanted to confess. I’m really into big burly hairy guys, I want to worship them, I want to massage every inch of their beautiful body, I want to lick it and I want to be like them. But I have a part of me who feels like I can’t do that, that I am neither looking the part nor do I have the right personality. I’m no big horny sub for muscle bear and daddies, I am just a nerd with a fairly reserved attitude. Can you, potentially help me become the man of my fantasies?

"Are you sure that's what you really want ? You do see pretty damn repressed, so i guess making you loosen up and let it out wouldn't be bad. But you seem to have a lot of suppressed potential. I'm telling you, once we open the dam there's no stopping the flood, and you might not like what comes out. You sure ? Alright, well, i'm not going to ask you twice."

I snap my fingers and in one instant, your entire body blows up with meat. You stumble backwards as you're suddenly hit with your new mass. Every inch of your body now sports mighty muscles and a thick layer of fat. Your arms and legs enlarging into thick, powerful limbs. Your nonexistent pecs ballooning outwards into masculine tits. And most shocking, your formerly flat stomach bloating up into a robust gut.

You feel the instant need to free yourself from your tightening clothes and expose your thick, virile body for the entire world to witness. You grab the collar of your shirt and easily rip the entire garment apart, releasing your bulging muscles outwards (click to see).

With it, something else emancipates inside you. That doesn't feel like the meek, repressed you right ? Well, all that insecurity, it's gotta go somewhere right.

You feel the dam of your anxiety breaking and letting loose all your suppressed anger, dominance and sexual aggression. All these emotions that had been bottled up inside of you for your entire life come crashing into your psyche like a flood of toxic masculinity.

The meek, fragile shell of a "man" that you were. That was never you. That was who society conditioned you to be in order to not be perceived as a threat. Well you were sick of it. Sick of being a neutered wimp. Now you were going to embrace all that society told you was wrong about who you always wanted to be. A real man.

The final changes set in. Fat covered your maturing face. Where smooth skin used to be grew a thick, dense beard. Your jaw cracked and widened, your nose grew bigger, and your brow bone protruded. You feel a sudden freshness on your scalp as all your hair falls down except for a thin strip along the top of your head, giving you mohawk crop matching your new personality.

You skin tingles as hair sprouts all over your once hairless body. Your entire body chemistry gets rewritten and you start sweating a constant stream of sweat that won't ever stop, no matter the amount of exercise you do. You start emitting a thick, manly musk. One that you'll cary with you no matter how many times you shower. You feel a deep rumble in your stomach and without hesitating you let out a loud, obnoxious burp. With it, your stomach inflates once more, this time into the round belly of a muscle bear.

Damn, you even got the bear smirk down already. The attitude adjustment did wonders on you. How do you feel big boy ?

Hey, don't give me that dirty look. You did say you wanted to "become the man of your fantasies". Wish granted bro ! You're now a big burly muscle bear. Well, you're more of a bull now, one who loves to dominate and be worshiped by eager men. One with a girthy dick and bull balls full of manly seed that needed to be drained.

Your love for everything masculine is now all encompassing. You want none of that lefty pansy crap. What you like is pure testosterone. You're now a proud androphile. Muscles. Hair. Musk. Confidence. Pride. Those were the only things that you glorified.

You're now so dominant that you'll grab any man you see to shove them against your meaty muscles. Make them worship you !

hum .... wow, i didn't mean it had to be me ! Back up ! H-

"Be a good boy and start licking, pup" (click to see)

Always have been a hard to make male Friends kind of guy, i Guess i don't fit into gym, stench from sports, burping and porn...

But i would really like to found some Friends, some 'bros', can u help me here?

So you "feel" like you don't belong with masculine men right ? Well, i'm not gonna beat around the bush anon, you're right. You don't belong with masculine men because you're nothing like them. You don't even seem to know what you want in life beside that you "would want" some bros "i guess". The problem is that you're lost, you're purposeless.

Luckily i have the perfect solution for you. I can help you but if you think i'm gonna snap my fingers and magically make that happen for you in the blink of an eye, then you're dead wrong. Belonging is not something i'm gonna give you, it's something you'll have to earn.

Are you still interested ? Alright. Enjoy bootcamp, recruit.

You suddenly feel yourself sitting on a stool, with a sergeant and a line of other recruits in front of you. You hear a loud buzzing near your ear and you suddenly feel the trimmer on your head, shearing away your beautiful locks.

You feel in shock at first, and a bit humiliated. Like something was taken away from you. I mean, a full shave ? You look like a total army douche right ? Well this is your new life recruit, and you'll have to embrace it if you hope to belong.

You rub your hand on your bald head and feel the short stubble on your scalp. It feels so alien, you always had long hair. But it also ... pleasant ... even a bit hot. You could get into this. Besides, all the recruits get their hair buzzed so you'll be able to bond over that.

Well, that's what you believe until you started talking to them. They're all as dumb as bags of rocks. They enlisted because they "wanted to serve their country" and "to fight for freedom". You couldn't believe they actually believed that military propaganda crap. You clearly didn't fit in with them and just like that you were back to your original problem. I told you you were gonna have to work hard to belong, not that you really wanted to belong with these morons. For the time being, you're were gonna be the outcast of your training unit.

Unfortunately for you, you had to spend the next 2 months with these jerks. Enduring their teasing and their exclusion was hard enough as is, but the perpetual training was even harder. Brutal even.

You hated it. The constant physical exhaustion. Being treated like a dog by your drill instructor. The uniform and the total physical conformity. The lack of privacy. You didn't have the resolve for it. You thought you were gonna break, that you'd have to give up.

But to your surprise, it was your fellow trainees that kept you going. Along the way, amid the harshness of the foot drills, inspections and physical training, a sense of brotherhood had started to emerge. You started to think less as individuals and more like a team. Like a unit. These were now your brothers. And they wouldn't let you quit.

And so you continued your training. When it got tough, they were there to push you, and you to push them. And it was tough all the time. But you grew to enjoy your time there. You finally had a sense of brotherhood.

You were determined and now you finally had the will to persevere. You endured and you worked hard. And eventually, your efforts paid off.

The ceaseless physical training gradually molded you into a proper tank. It was small at first, you noticed that your body got more defined. Your biceps and your chest grew slightly. As time went by, it was impossible to miss. Your muscles blew up. You now had a six pack, and your chest expanded into meaty pecs. Your arms swole and your biceps were as round as beachballs. Your back and your neck widened and your legs grew powerful. Even your ass plumped up into a firm bubble butt. You were absolutely huge now !

You were sore all the time tho, but you loved it. The strain, it made you feel alive. That burning pain in your round muscles, it made you feel like you were becoming a real man. Your boyish features also faded. Your face slimmed and revealed strong masculine features : a chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, strong brows. You were aware of these changes and it made you feel more confident, a cocky smirk now permanently plastered on your face.

You noticed those changes in your mates too. They got seriously hot. Not that you could do anything about it. No one was allowed so much as to jerk off. You grew sexually frustrated. You all did. Your balls constantly churning with seed that begged to be released. But it only fueled your determination.

And even tho your brothers weren't the brightest, you did start to believe that you were here for a good reason too. Not that war was awesome or anything ... but someone had to defend the nation right ? It was fight worth fighting, and you were glad you were dedicating yourself to it.

You even grew to like the uniform and what it represented. Soldiers weren't dim-witted jocks, they were noble men who fought for our rights and our freedom ! The military uniform was a symbol of that masculine devotion. Camo felt good to wear, like you were proudly showing who you were : a man who fights for his country.

And with your military training done, you were finally ready to be assigned to your permanent unit and be deployed for duty. Along the way you had finally gained what you were looking for. You finally belonged. Your mates were your brothers in arms. You were dedicated to each other, in more ways than one.

But more importantly you finally found a purpose, you were fighting for something bigger than yourself. And screw those libtards who looked down on the military or said it enforced toxic standards. There's nothing toxic about being a patriotic alpha male.

You were everything these miserable snowflakes actually wished they were. Physically strong. Iron-willed. Proud to be American. At last, you were the embodiment of a masculine alpha male. A real man. One you can finally be proud to be.

Now go have fun with your bros soldier, you earned it. Just remember to keep it no-homo.

Over 100 followers already !

'Sup bros, i wanted to post a quick message thanking you all for over a hundred followers already ! With my blog not even being a week old, this feels absolutely unreal. I really didn't expect my stories to be so well received but i'm very happy that they resonated with you all !

Since everything is moving so fast at this point, i don't think i'll be able to do something specific for this milestone but i'll try to do something for the next one !

A lot of good boys shared their desires with me so i'm currently working hard at transforming them into the best versions of themselves. I will say that it's very brave to come to me for help since my version of what's best for them doesn't necessarily match what they had in mind. Well, hopefully you'll have learned your lesson after that 😈

tune in soon (hopefully tmo) for more stories bros !

I wanted to say how flattered I was to hear I inspired your first story, but it seems to me like you’ve had this TF magic in you all along 😉 You’re off to an incredible start, each of your stories has been so hot to read - I’m curious to see how you’d change me? You know how much I love writing about big, pussy obsessed straight men: I wonder if you’ll make me one or an item that a man like that uses and abuses. Have fun with it, bro!

First of all i really want to thank you and all the other people who've sent me nice messages. I've loved transformation for a while now, and i've been feeling like i wanted to give back so it's nice to hear that i've been able to do that so far.

Hearing that from you is especially gratifying because i really love your stories bro. They've really been an inspiration for me when writing my first ones. I guess that if this thing keeps working out for me and we keep writing about the same stuff… well we might have a bit of a rivalry on our hands haha…

"I wish i was joking … but honestly, i've really been thinking that. And honestly, you kinda offered yourself on a silver platter for me there. I'm sure you expected something fun with this but this is the perfect opportunity for me to take you out.

What's that look on your face ? This isn't what you wanted ? Well it's too late to turn back now bud. Besides, i already know exactly how you can be of use to me from now on"

With that, i snapped my fingers. You felt the effects instantly as your body wracked with immense pain. Twisting and distorting, your body adopted a new and improved form. You saw your skin become a pristine white as your flesh and bones restructured into a tightening weave of elastic fabric. You tried to scream at me to stop but you had already been silenced. Instead, your face reshaped itself into the front pouch of a pair of Calvin Klein underwear. As you fell on the floor, you struggled to take in your newly transformed world. Your mind was intact but all physical markers of who you once was were gone. Just a nice, brand new piece of clothing for me to ruin.

"Alright dude, just out of gratitude for the good times i had reading your stories, i'm willing you make you a deal. If you manage to keep your mind from breaking for one month then i will turn you back into a human. deal ? Well, i guess it's not like you have much of a choice anyway"

I took off my current underwear : a rank, soaked and yellowed thong. I threw it to the side on a pile of sportwear, all in a similarly perverted state.

"Don't look at the pile of used clothes over there bro. I promise you that it won't make you feel any better about what's coming for you" I stroked and jiggled my fat dick "And neither will looking at this huhu"

The literal gravity of your imminent fate set in. With a cocky smirk, i picked you up and slid you up my thick legs. Your wails of horror fell on deaf ears as your face pressed against my thick package, stretching and conforming to its every contour (click to see)

"Hehe, you hug my nuts so tightly bro. It's almost like you were always meant to be down there, servicing my musky balls."

And musky they were. An immediate sensory overload took over your brain. The instant warmth made you gasp for air but all you could inhale were fumes of sweat and dried cum. This masculine stench quickly permeated the entirety of your being, making you struggle to form coherent thoughts. To top it all, the moistness made your body stick tightly against my manhood, unable to get away from this reeking nightmare.

"Sorry about that dude. I should warn you; once i start wearing a pair of undies, i never change out until they're ruined. That means that 24/7 for the next month i'm going to wear you, work out in you, sweat in you, i'm even gonna cum in you. Oh bro, i'm gonna completely wreck you."

"I promise you that it shouldn't even take a month to completely break you. But try not to panic, there's a moment when you'll embrace your new purpose as my nice, sweaty underwear and it'll all become very pleasant. If or when that happens is completely up to you bro. You get to choose if this experience will be a disgusting or a pleasurable one. But remember, your humanity is on the line huhu."

The reality of your new life for the coming month fully dawned on you. Sweat. Piss. Cum. Constantly. What you had been writing and reading about on your blog for fun finally became your intoxicating reality. You were worried your brains were already melting. How the hell were you supposed to last an entire month ??? You were struggling and begging for mercy against my big … snug …. balls …

Your suffering psyche desperately tried to rationalize what was happening to you. Maybe this was possible … You could just … take care of my goods for a month and then … everything would be fine. You just had to …. not break…

I laughed in satisfaction as i pressed you further against my cock. Inspiration for a hot new story already struck me but i needed to go work out first. I wanted to get you all nice and soaked so that i could get you to enjoy this.

"No hard feelings bro." (click to see)

I’m too smart for my own good and sometimes I wish I could live a simpler life. Whether that be as a dumb jock or some workout gear for one, I’ve always wanted to know what that’s felt like.

You had been rambling to your friend Jessica about how stressed out you were in your life. Your exemplary academic and subsequent professional career had landed you in a high-paying but high-responsibility position. It felt like you had so much to worry about; the budgets, the meetings, the bureaucracy, the hierarchy. All that had taken over your life and you couldn't even make time for sex anymore, nevermind a relationship.

"I don't even have time for a boyfriend right now, i wish everything was just ... simpler...."

Jessica sighed. This hadn't been the first time you told her this, every conversation you had revolved around how strained you felt. She grabbed something from her bag and handed it to you : a cap. She told you that she snatched it from one of the douchebags who catcalled her at the gym and that he wouldn't miss it.

"This guy clearly didn't have a lot going on up there. You should put it on and see how it feels. Maybe having a little bit of him in you will help you turn your brain off and relax."

You shrugged and decided to put in on. It's not like it could hurt. You secured the cap on your head and you instantly felt all your worries and your intellect drain out of your head and converting into thick bulging muscles all over your unremarkable body. Your pecs rose into a thick muscular shelf as your abs popped out. your biceps and shoulders ballooned, your thighs enlarged. Your entire body surged and strained against your clothes.

All of that boring business stuff exited your mind forever and you felt so much better. Everything felt so much simpler already. Your clothes quickly turned into the typical jock attire : trunks, a tanktop and grey sweaters.

In disbelief, you lifted the tank top to look at your new body "Holy shit bro, i look swole !" But just as you said those words, you felt even more of your brains drain out. This time, your entire personality flushed down into your enlarging balls. It started with your smart and charming persona, and eventually your values. Your kindness, your empathy, you compassion. All of that served as fuel for your swelling manhood, leaving nothing left of your morality and judgement, turning you into an arrogant, self-centered gymrat.

As you pawed at your impressive package, you quickly realized it demanded attention. But you found the images that came to your mind to not be the hunky men you were used to. Instead you could only envision yourself fondling tits and sticking your dick in wet pussy. Your homosexuality had been flushed. Gone was the kind, sensitive gay best friend and in his place was now a macho breeder.

"Fuck bruh, i need to pound some pussy huhu"

Your entire being now revolved around your biological duty. A real man's only desire was women's curvy bodies, their full lips, their aching pussies. And you wanted to- no, you were going to fill them with your seed. That's why you spent all your time at the gym pumping iron : to score some pussy. You looked in the mirror and saw yourself for who you were always meant to be : a jacked, stinky straight gym bro stroking his fat cock.

Your lengthening python demanded attention. With a dopey grin, you looked up at the chick in front of you and already saw yourself putting a baby in her womb. You scratched at your throbbing cock.

"Hey babe, wanna help me out with this ?"

Enjoy your new breeder life bro. No more smarts, no more individuality. You're now a perfectly assimilated straight male with no worries. Now go pump some iron and spread your seed !

Shameless

Inspired by anon ask

Alexander was enjoying the sun out in the park. Summer break had allowed him to worry less about his degree and spend more time with his friends. He had actually been waiting for them to meet him up here for a gossip session, but it seemed like they were running a bit late, no doubt "thanks" to the Pride march that had halted public transport downtown.

Alex, as his friends called him, was gay himself however he found these pride events quite distasteful. He couldn't understand why anyone would find it acceptable to parade around almost naked in public. Alex had seen them earlier too; groups of big vulgar men flaunting their unkempt bodies around for everyone to see. They made him angry. No wonder people were against queer rights if this is how they presented themselves, instead of as normal respectable people. Just shameless.

Alex and his group of gay friends all agreed that these parades were indecent and decided not to go. He was so glad to have found a group of like-minded queer people he could relate to.

Feeling the rays of the sun warm up his skin, Alex remembered to re-apply suncreen. He didn't want to get sunburnt and look like those guys at the parade. Just as he reached for his satchel, Alex heard a mechanical whir and suddenly felt himself get sprayed with water ! The sprinklers had turned on and he barely had time to react before he got completely soaked.

After getting out of the way, Alex assessed the damage. For one, his carefully coiffed hair was ruined. Looking down at his outfit, he saw that it was completely ruined. The wet fabric clung to his twinky body and left nothing for the imagination ! Alex quickly began panicking. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He was so distracted that he didn't realize that his thin and smooth body was quickly changing into something that was anything but.

With each breath, Alex's body started swelling against the damp fabric. His flat chest expanded into two bulging pecs, followed by ballooning arms and a widening back. Thin wisps of dark hair also began growing over his smooth pecs.

Unaware of the changes, Alex decided that he'd remove his shirt to let it dry before his friends arrived. As he peeled the shirt off of his body, Alex realized that something was wrong. He looked completely different !

Distressed, Alex's breathing quickened and so his entire frame inflated even more. Layers and layers of muscle and body hair built up, transforming his body into that of a hirsute jock.

"What's going on ?!" To his own surprise, Alex's voice also sounded deeper than before, gruff even. He grabbed at his throat and felt his neck expand. His hands then reached his face where he felt his carefully groomed facial hair grow out; first into short stubble then into a thickening beard.

His legs were next as his thighs thickened into meaty hams. His butt plumped up inside his shorts. The jean fabric transformed into a synthetic red one that clung to his body, outlining his bubble butt as well as his swelling genitals. Alex could feel his cock and balls enlarge into that of a bull.

Alex was in complete shock. "Oh god, this can't be happening !" He was repulsed by the appearance of his new body. He hated everything about it ! The muscles, the hair, the way his body was exposed for all to see. "This isn't me ! I'm not some freak !"

Just as he said those words, Alex felt a rumble in his gut. He grabbed at his flat stomach to try to prevent the inevitable.

BUUUUUUUURP

In an instant, his abs contracted and then bloated up into a fattened belly. His entire body lost its definition as a layer of fat covered his bulging muscles.

Alex put his hands over his body to try and hide it. He couldn't let anyone see this.... see ... him...

BUUURP

Alex suddenly felt light-headed. For some reason, as his body swelled up a little bit more with each burp, Alex's need to cover up lessened. Maybe showing off was fine ?

"Wait, no ! It's not fine ! It's indecent !"

BUUUUURP

His thoughts clouded over once again and Alex was pushed a little further to the back of his mind. His demeanor changed a little bit, adopting a wider, more confident stance. This body wasn't worth hiding. In fact, it should be shown off ! These thoughts infected his psyche, and just as Alex tried to push them out-

BUUUUUUUURP

Alex screamed out as he felt the very essence of who he was being corrupted. He we becoming the opposite of himself: big, bold, crude, proud. Alex felt his sense of self diminish, but he had to resist. He couldn't let himself turn into what he hated most.

"I'm Alexander ! I'm handsome and principled. I'm norm-"

BUUUUUUUUUUURP

And with one final burp, Alex's entire personality reshaped itself. All thoughts of decency and respectability receded forever. Alex didn't care about what other people thought ! He wasn't ashamed of how he looked, and he wasn't afraid to show it off ! And if that made him a freak, then he was a proud freak !

The final physical changes took over. His belly ballooned out into a hefty muscle gut. His long beautiful hair that he once loved fell, leaving him completely bald. His skin roughened and tanned, reddened by the constant exposure to the sun. Alex was now who he always knew he was meant to be : a big hot burly daddy bear, and he knew people loved to look at him !

Alex adjusted his tight speedo, which did nothing to hide his impressive package, and started making his way downtown. He had some partying and hooking up to get to.

As he exited the park, he crossed the path of a group of clean cut young gay guys.

" 'Sup boys. Yall going to the pride party with me ?" Alex said in a husky but inviting tone. His former friends looked at him in disgust. They snickered and laughed between themselves. "Why would we ever want to party with the likes of you" one of them interjected.

Alex shrugged and continued on his way. He didn't care what a bunch of tenderqueers had to say about him. Besides, he saw them continuing to stare at him as he walked past. Maybe one of them would join him later.

Welcome to the Purgatory

Hello transformation lovers. I'm into mental change, muscles, jocks, military, gear, G2S ... I love transforming the body and corrupting the mind.

Are you scared to embrace what could be lying deep inside your heart ? Then do not hesitate to write an ask, and i'll try to help you accept your "true" self 😈 Just remember to keep them fairly brief / vague so that i can have fun with it !

Snug

Everything had been perfect in Stefan's life. He was handsome and his preppy clean-cut look and charming personality had gotten him a beautiful girlfriend. Thanks to his hard work he had also gotten into one of the country's best universities. Nothing could stop him from getting his dream job and marrying his girlfriend. He was really living his perfect life.

Well, that's what he thought right before entering his dorm and smelled the rank atmosphere inside. Sigh. There was just one little thing that spoiled his life on campus : he shared his dorm with Bryce.

Bryce was your typical jock douchebag. Popular, obnoxious, party-goer and obsessed with working out. Apparently he hadn't registered that working out constantly also meant that he needed to wash his dirty gym gear and not leave them all over the dorm. Stefan's clean and neat persona clashed with Bryce's unhygienic and messy one. Living with him was like a nightmare.

Stefan stepped in the musty dorm and approached his bed where he immediately noticed a piece of clothing that wasn't his. He already felt the frustration rising inside of him. Bryce had, for some reason, left one of his dirty jockstraps laying there on his bed.

Stefan saw red. The disgusting jockstrap would have originally been white, except the fabric of the pouch was stained yellow and distended. Stefan tried as hard as he could to not picture how Bryce's filthy cock and bodily fluids could have done that to a piece of clothing. "Does he think i enjoy his nauseating stench ?!"

Stefan was outraged. He wished he didn't have to take care of Bryce's dirty laundry and that he'd do it himself. He picked up the rank piece of fabric to try and dispose of it. To his horror the jockstrap was stiff in his hand, supposedly hardened by Bryce's ... cum. Stefan then swore he could hear, or feel, a voice inside his head.

"hmmm... musk..."

Shocked, he flung it across the room. He started panting heavily. What was that voice ? That feeling ? He looked at the hand that had touched the jockstrap's stiffened waistband and felt a sort of tingliness at the tip of his fingers. The tingly feeling started spreading across his hand and then up his arm. It felt like cotton all over his body. As it took over him, Stefan tried running for the door but he suddenly felt his entire body shrink and hollow out. Stefan wanted to cry for help but all he could do was feel his entire body twisting and reshaping into a pair of white Adidas socks as he fell to the floor. He could still feel, hear and smell but he couldn't move.

That's when he heard the turning of the doorknob. Bryce entered the room and walked where Stefan was laying. He had just come back from his afternoon run.

Stefan felt Bryce kneel next to him and, for a second, thought that he might be able to help him out ! "Bryce ! Help me !"

With a dopey grin, Bryce took the socks in his hand and looked at them. Stefan thought he was saved !

"Sick dude ! I didn't think i had any other clean pair of socks !"

Stefan tried to scream at him that this was him ! That he wasn't just a pair of socks ! But Bryce didn't hear anything. Stefan really was just a pair of socks, and socks aren't meant to speak, they're meant to be worn. The horror of the situation dawned on Stefan as he heard Bryce kick off his trainers and took off his current pair of socks, dirty and worn out. "I've been wearing these nonstop for months, it's time for a change huhu !"

"No ! I'm not just some piece of clothing for Bryce to ruin !" Stefan screamed out. He tried resisting in vain as Bryce pulled the pristine socks over his sweaty feet. Stefan's new body conformed to the shape of Bryce's feet and lower calves. His senses were immediately assaulted by the rancid musk.

"They're so snug bro. I'm going to wear them until they're completely ruined huhuhu"

Stefan's perfect reality, his life, his dreams, his future... everything unraveled as his new disgusting soaking reality set in. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to be a gymrat's rank socks. Bryce put on his trainers. Stefan was immediately soaked in sweat. Bryce stood and left the dorm, heading for his evening workout.

1 year later

Bryce loved his new socks and the way they seemed to fit his feet perfectly. The pristine white socks hadn't stayed that way for long. Bryce wore the socks everyday nonstop for months, to class, to the gym, even when he fucked his bros. The socks had gradually started to fray and darken.

At first, Stefan tried to resist his new life. He was determined to not let this break him. However the months went on. Trapped inside Bryce's hot sweaty shoes, Stefan was constantly drenched in sweat and musk and over time, he could feel it not only affect the fabric he was made of but also the fabric of his mind. Little by little, Stefan got more and more filthy and ruined and so his mind corrupted.

What started as a nightmare gradually became more pleasant. Stefan began enjoying the smell of Bryce's feet. Stefan's entire psychology reshaped itself around Bryce's sweaty feet. He realized he was nothing but a sweaty pair of socks who belongs to a big, muscular jock named Bryce. Stefan eventually accepted his place as Master Bryce's property, taking comfort and pride in serving the big jock and worshiping his sweaty scent and dirty feet.

His former self long gone, Stefan was broken and twisted into something better. He who used to love his girlfriend so dearly, now only had adoration for his Master's rankness. He finally felt at home, perfectly wrapped around his Master's feet.

Bryce had no plan to stop wearing his socks. He wanted to wear them out until they couldn't be worn anymore, but that would surely take several more years.

Bryce had no idea that the preppy, clean-cut guy he used to dorm with became nothing but a perverted, dirty pair of athletic socks who now existed only to pleasure him.