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Race Day (FtM)

“Well, thanks for your time, and good luck with the race!” Laura concluded, smiling broadly at the two cyclists. She didn’t really have much interest in the sport, but the local news station she worked as a reporter for needed someone at short notice to cover the cycling race nearby, and she was the only one available.

The two men smiled in return, and turned around to make their way to get ready for the race. As they walked away, Laura couldn’t help but stare at the impressive rear end vacuum-packed into the blue outfit of the English cyclist she’d been interviewing, Matt, as it bounced from side to side as he sauntered away. After a few seconds, she looked away and shook her head. She had a boyfriend now after all, she couldn’t keep looking at guys like this anymore.

The cameraman, Andy, snapped her out of her trance-like state by announcing, “Alright, so now we should head over to the track so we can get in position to cover the race.” Laura agreed, and the pair of them walked for roughly ten minutes to get to the press area by the side of the track, where several cyclists had already gathered and some other journalists were waiting with their cameras, looking rather unimpressed. As she waited for Andy to set up his camera again, one of the other reporters approached her and said, “Don’t bother rushing, apparently one of the racers has disappeared off somewhere. That Matthew bloke.” Laura was a little taken aback, but after talking to a few other journalists and event organisers, none of whom knew where he was, decided to take it upon herself to try and find him.

She left her microphone with Andy as he continued to set up the camera, and headed away from the crowds to the small car park which housed the trailers which the cyclists used as changing rooms. She found the one which had Matt’s name written on the door, and knocked. Not getting a response, she tried the handle, which was apparently unlocked as she managed to swing the door open. Scanning the room, Matt was nowhere to be seen. However, she did notice one odd thing. On the grey couch at the side of the room, the clothes which Matt had been wearing during the interview were spread and wrinkled and - oddest of all - were totally covered inside and out in a strange peach-coloured goop.

Puzzled, Laura stepped closer and crouched down to get a closer look at it. Those were definitely his clothes, and the distribution of the goop was vaguely human-shaped, with most of it seemingly pooled inside the skinsuit, and with clumps at the head and arm openings of the suit, as well as two long clumps roughly connecting the legs of the suit and his shoes. She murmured, “What the fuck...” to herself, and after a few seconds of deliberation gingerly poked her finger into the goo, surprised at the viscosity and stickiness of it. When she tried to retreat her hand away, her eyes widened as the goop stayed wrapped around her finger and formed a firm string between it and the pile. She tried to shake it off, but in response the goop shot up onto her hand, and started crawling up her arm. She shrieked to no avail, as the entire pool of goop around the suit slid underneath her clothes, feeling like a slightly warm slime.

Laura’s heart racing, the movement of the goop slowed a little as it reached the top of her arms, as she noticed something going on. With all of goop from the couch now on her body, the part that covered her hands had gained a skin-like texture and tightly pulled itself around them, so that it seemed as if the goop actually was her hands. However, they were different from her normal hands: bigger for one, and her fingers seemed thicker. A similar thing had happened to her forearms, going from slim and dainty to thick with veins slightly visible under her skin, and her upper arms as the goop flowed onto her torso. The goop pulled itself tightly around her biceps, with more of the substance moving into the area to build onto it like clay, leaving her with firm muscle once the goop settled. Laura wasn’t particularly... opposed to whatever what going on with her body, more just, well, confused.

The goop continued to slip under her dress onto her chest, and she felt her breasts become totally covered. She was forced to let out a groan as the goop firmly pushed them into her chest, flattening them completely and seemingly absorbing them into the goop. In their place, she found the goop piling itself onto her as with her biceps to grow her two pillowy pectorals, almost as big as what was there before, and with two surprisingly pointed nipples to adorn them - stretching the fabric of her dress, along with her shoulders which had also had some mass added to them.

The goop then moved in both directions across her body, with one part going down and swallowing up her abdomen, widening her midsection with goop being piled onto her waist, and firming up her stomach, leaving her with a faint trace of a six-pack, covered by a very light layer of fat. While this was happening however, the goop was also quickly heading up Laura’s neck, thickening it a little on its journey. She was about to let out a scream, before the goop slid up her face and dove into her mouth and nostrils, and completely covered her eyes. With it sliding down her throat, she found herself blinded and unable to breathe for several seconds as she felt the goop’s movement stop at the top of her head. Once her mouth was cleared and her vision was restored she gasped for air loudly, clumsily pawing at her face with her manly hands and looking around the room for a mirror.

As she jogged to the mirror, she could feel that her face was certainly shaped and textured differently, and her long blonde locks no longer fell over her chest. Reaching the mirror, she realised that her face was that of an entirely different person. First off, this was the face of a man, clearly. She had a wider and firmer jaw, and her long blonde hair had disappeared somewhere only to be replaced with a head of short brown hair. Her nose was wider and her nostrils more flared, and the tip of her nose had taken on a red tinge. However, one thing become quickly apparent to her - this was Matt’s face. She was turning into Matt.

This was further backed up as the goop descended to her hips, and coated her ass generously. Trying to look around to watch, she watched as it swelled up further and further, until the back of her already-strained dress was pushed out by the unmistakable bubble butt belonging to Matt which she had been staring at just a short while prior. Her mouth gaped at the sight of it, and her first reaction was to reach a meaty hand around and give it a squeeze - wow. If that was even possible, that felt better than she expected. As terrifying as this change was, that was one part she really appreciated.

In contrast, the next area the goop covered brought on the changes that Laura was the most scared about. She shivered as it covered her clitoris and moulded it underneath her dress with piles of the goop, shaping it like a clay vase thicker and longer, becoming more phallic and firm as it grew. While this was happening, her labia reshaped itself into a scrotum with two decently-sized testicles appearing within. By now, her dress was tented by what was very much a penis, which had reached an above-average - she guessed - length, and a hefty girth, definitely bigger than her boyfriend’s, at least. She tenderly gave it a couple of strokes through the fabric, and gasped at the fantastic sensation she felt from this new part of her body. However, she decided not to go all the way with it just yet.

The final stages of her changes started as the goop began to pile itself onto her slim thighs. Judging from what she’d seen of Matt earlier, these legs were going to be something to behold, and she was certainly not wrong. Her quads continued to swell up further and further, and as they finally settled to their new size, Laura’s eyes widened. She hadn’t had time to appreciate them when she first saw Matt, but now she realised that these were probably the biggest legs she’d ever seen on anyone - never mind herself! The goop continued onto her calves, expanding them to similar extents to her thighs and making her legs as a whole look more well-proportioned. Finally, the last dregs of the goop covered her feet, expanding them several sizes to what she’d expect for this new body.

Laura stared at herself - or rather, Matt’s self - up and down in the mirror and tried to get to grips with the situation. One thing that stood out was how poorly her dress, ripped in several places, fit her new body. Testing her strength, she managed to totally tear off the dress with her hands, triumphantly throwing it on the floor, and after managing to squeeze herself out of her underwear found herself naked in the mirror. She flexed a bicep in the mirror, and grinned to herself, laughing, “Maybe I could get used to this,” before covering her mouth. Woah. She was not expecting to sound like that. Her voice was deeper, naturally, and now had Matt’s charming accent.

After a couple more minutes of checking herself out in the mirror and giving herself a squeeze here and there, Laura realised that she’d probably have to turn up and pretend to be Matt so the organisers wouldn’t think that he’d gone missing. Scanning the room for something to wear, her eyes settled on Matt’s previous outfit that’d been covered in the goop, which was now miraculously clean, as if it had never even been there. She grabbed the shorts, stepping into them, and wriggled them up her legs until they were wrapped around her monster thighs as tightly as possible, managing to tuck her now-calmed cock into them. She pulled the shorts’ straps over her shoulders, before managing to pull the event jersey over her shoulders, zipping the front up and pulling the sleeves up until her biceps were snugly covered. She then strapped on the shoes and pulled on the gloves, before putting on the sunglasses and strapping in her helmet to prepare for the race. Laura checked herself out in the room’s mirror one last time, before heading off to the race.

Now, she wasn’t totally sure how she’d actually be able to do this race, considering she hadn’t been near a bike since she was a child. On the other hand, she also had vague recollections of participating in many cycling racing throughout her life. These conflicting memories confused her, unable to tell which was the truth, but as long as she could get through this race she’d be fine. As she walked across the car park towards the arena, she felt more and more confident about her ability to participate in the race successfully, remembering details about some of her competitors even. However, she did find even walking in this body a struggle, the size of her legs forcing her into more of a waddle, so she didn’t really know how she could expect to do well cycling. Also - how was her boyfriend going to react? She wasn’t sure she could even go back to him like this, and after all, didn’t she have a girlfriend back home in England? That didn’t sound right - did it?

A few minutes later, she had made her way to the starting line at the track, after being shouted at by a couple of the organisers for disappearing out of nowhere. She did retort back to them, something she’d never really done before, but otherwise didn’t make a fuss. She noticed the cameraman on his own, looking slightly worried - what was his name, Aaron? - but now she was focussed on trying to win this race. She was still nervous about it, of course, but she felt this newfound adrenaline and cockiness - had remembered how to actually cycle! The referee shot the starting gun, and Laura sped along the track with the other racers. Not that she was focusing on them, anyway, but she managed to overtake them one by one.

After a few minutes of intense physical activity, Laura crossed the finish line in a respectable second, which she was more than happy with! She smacked her firm chest with her hands, before spreading her arms apart, basking in the (albeit fairly small) crowd’s cheers. At that moment, she felt that this future life wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Shorts: Car Makes the Guy

“Is this car alive or something” Carlie said, as the car seemed to be on without any keys in the ignition. The radio was playing obnoxious music she would listen too. Her hair began to recede into her head, as her body began to bulk and expand.

Carlie adjusted his seat, as he was getting taller and wider making this car seem smaller to him. “Fuck yeah” he said as he turned up the music even more as it was appealing to him even more. His chest continued to bulk, as tattoos appeared on his body. Tight sweatpants appeared on his thicker legs, as his manhood formed between his legs.

Chet Hanks smirked, as he took another breath. His face changing. Stubble forming on his face, his hair receded into his head. He was getting extremely into the music, as the car seemed to make the former female match what it though the owner should be.

Season 2

Punching Bag Session

Olivia and her friend, Sophie, had planned to spend the weekend together at Sophie's apartment. However, Sophie received an emergency call from work and had to leave Olivia alone. Feeling bored and restless, Olivia began to explore Sophie's apartment. As she looked through the different rooms, she stumbled upon a small gym in a spare room. Curiosity sparked within her and she decided to have some fun and try out the gym equipment.

As she played around with the different machines, her eyes landed on a punching bag. Instinctively, Olivia started to punch the bag playfully. However, as she did, she noticed that her punches became more aggressive and powerful. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just the adrenaline pumping through her. But suddenly, she felt a strange sensation coursing through her body.

Her clothes started to feel tight, and before she could even react, her shirt ripped open from her growing muscles. Her body began to swell and grow, and she couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her arms and legs bulged with muscles, and her hands and feet grew larger and manlier. As she looked at herself in shock, she noticed that her face was also morphing into a more masculine one, giving her a handsome and rugged appearance.

Panic started to set in as Olivia realized she was transforming into a man. But before she could process the situation fully, her mind was erased by a powerful spell. All of her memories, thoughts, and her very identity were stripped away, leaving behind only a blank slate.

As Olivia's transformation completed, she was no longer herself but rather a man named Derek. He stepped back, stunned by his new appearance and the unfamiliar presence of a male body. However, he couldn't resist the urge to continue working out, feeling a newfound sense of strength and power coursing through him.

Unbeknownst to Derek, his former friend Sophie had returned home, only to be shocked to see a sweaty and muscular man in her apartment. She was even more surprised when this stranger introduced himself as Derek, the new trainer at the gym she worked at.

Season 2

Don’t Touch the Stuff

Valerie had always been interested in history, especially the World War II era. So when she saw a display of vintage dog tags at the museum, she couldn't resist trying them on. As soon as she clasped them around her neck, a strange sensation washed over her. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the world around her was shifting and warping.

When Valerie opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a dark, musty tent. The air was thick with the smell of dirt and sweat, and the sound of distant gunfire echoed in the distance. She looked down at her hands and gasped in shock - they were no longer her delicate, feminine hands, but large and calloused, with thick, gnarled fingers.

As Valerie looked around in confusion, she noticed that her feet had also grown larger and more manly, encased in heavy army boots. Her voice had deepened to a gruff, masculine tone, and her body had become more muscular and imposing. She felt a strange weight on her upper lip and reached up to touch a thick, bushy mustache that had sprouted on her face.

Her hair had shortened and roughened, her face had changed, with a broadened nose and a thickened browline. She glanced down at her chest and saw that it was now hairy and masculine, and hair had grown on her legs and arms. To her shock, she realized she was now shirtless, clad only in army pants, with a cigar dangling from her lips.

Lt. Frank Deter, as he now thought of himself - scratched his crotch absently as he surveyed his transformed body. He felt a surge of adrenaline and testosterone coursing through him, and an overwhelming sense of power and authority. His mind had been rewritten, and he could only think of himself as Frank, a tough and battle-hardened soldier.

He strode over to a makeshift pull-up bar in the corner of the tent and began to do a set of pull-ups, his muscles straining and bulging with each repetition. As he worked out, several officers entered the tent, saluting him crisply.

"Good morning, sir," one of them said, holding out a stack of mission reports. "We have our next assignment."

Mischievous Man: Just Strolling By

The Warlock walked down the neighborhood as he saw Kaylee leaving her home. It’s been a quick second since his last tf, so he smirked, as he zapped Kaylee as she got to her sidewalk. The magic hit Kaylee, as she held her stomach, as she began to cramp up.

Kaylees pants began to move upward, as they formed into colorful shorts. Her body began to widen and thicken, as her hair darkened and began to recede up her head. The warlock laughed, as her shoulders and arms began to thicken. Her shoulders broadened, as her chest receded into her torso. Her arms got thicker with muscle, as her hands got larger and manlier.

“Holy shit” Kaylee said in a deeper tone, as his legs thickened. Brown hairs grew on them, as his feet got larger and wider. They got longer, as his sneakers began to tear apart. He got even taller, as his torso expanded and barreled out. His body continued to thicken with muscle and some fat, as his neck thickened.

His voice was now deeper and manlier, as he felt his new cock forming between his thighs. His shorts were becoming tighter on him, as his torn apart shirt fell off revealing his beefy torso. His face began to fill out and age, as a beard appeared on his face. Aaron felt his hair style itself, as his features continued to become masculine.

His body finished changing, as his face finished shifting. His scratched his beard, as a bike appeared in front of his former house. It was his bike, Aaron walked up to it and began to ride on it. As he rode the back, he couldn’t recall why he was at that random house. He kept riding, as he needed to get back home for his day at work.

Season 3

Club Assimilation

Natasha and Kendra were best friends since they were little girls and they always loved sneaking around higher class events and parties. They were two black girls who loved causing a bit of mischief and getting away with it. They found themselves sneaking into a country club one night, giggling as they walked through the elegant halls, thinking they had outsmarted the security. However, little did they know that the owner of the club, a wealthy man named Mr. Jenkins, had seen them on the security cameras.

As they were sipping on champagne by the pool, thinking they had successfully pulled off their sneaky adventure, they were suddenly discovered by Mr. Jenkins. He was furious that they had managed to get past his security and exposed his club to any potential danger. In a fit of rage, he cursed them, not realizing the true power of his words.

Natasha and Kendra felt a strange sensation wash over them, starting from their heads down to their toes. Their once dark skin started to turn pale, their hair changing from luscious curls to short blonde hair. They both felt their bodies growing taller and more muscular, their clothes transforming into preppy button-down shirts and khaki shorts. Their voices deepened, their faces changing to embody the classic frat boy look.

Natasha found herself suddenly in the body of a young man, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline. She had become Leo, a white frat boy who had no memory of her previous life. Kendra now went by the name Chad, with a chiseled physique and a cocky attitude. With the sudden transformation, their minds were reset, and they both thought that they were the son of wealthy country club members.

They were completely oblivious to what had happened, but they both enjoyed their new identities. Leo and Chad quickly became popular among the club's members, with their charming personalities and their muscular physiques. Every day, they spent their time drinking and partying, living the high life as white frat bros.

Spontaneous Change: Career Ready

Karlie was walking in her hall way when she felt something off about her body. She felt weird and hot. She wasn’t sick earlier and wondered what was wrong with her. Suddenly, her body began to grow larger and wider. Her arms and legs began to sprout and grow longer, as her hands got larger and manlier. Her fingers continued to grow, as her forearms and biceps began to swell with muscle.

Onlookers saw what was happening as they were horrified to see Karlie was going through the change. Her shoulders and chest began to broaden and swell with muscle, as his legs got thicker and hairier. His feet quickly bursted through his shoes, as they widened and expanded. People watched, as Karlie wiggled her manly feet.

His chest continued to swell with muscle, as his dress was becoming extremely ill-fitting on his growing frame. His ass and thighs firmed, as his new manhood formed between his legs. His new testosterone was flowing through his body, as his male hormones were making it harder for him to think.

His skin began to tan, as his face began to broadened and shift. His hair darkened and receded, as his features got sharper and more masculine. A beard appeared in his older face, as Vernon took a deep breath, as the crowd noticed how deep his voice got. His face finished shifting, as Vernon’s eyes shifted and blanked, as he went through a reset.

The crowd looked in disbelief as they saw a muscular man standing where Karlie was. His masculine body exposed from the ill-fitting dress. Someone quickly called the SCC, and got him the help he was gonna need. Months later, Vernon stood in front of a camera. While some gain moderate intelligence from when they age up from the change. Vernon was one of the few, who didn’t. He was himbo, and needed to rely on his looks. Luckily in the day and age of OnlyFans, Vernon got by pretty well.

Season 3

The New Bike = Killer Bod

Carrie got this new bike to workout on while she watched her shows. She never heard about this brand before, but with the price Carrie decided to buy it. Carrie got on the bike, and decided to start. She watched her shows, as she got into the workout.

Within minutes, her legs and arms began to thicken with muscle. Her skin was getting darker, as her hands and feet began to grow larger. She regripped the machine, as her body began to grow and thicken.

Her shoulders broadened, as her chest firmed and changed into pecs. Her skin continued to darken, as her hair receded and changed.

His voice thickened, as his body continued to fill out with muscle and mass. He found himself bored of his show, and turned on the game.

"Fuck yeah" Alan said, as his face began to shift and change. He took off his tight shirt and wiped off the sweat from his now fully changed face. His new cock formed between his legs, as the new man continued to work out on this bike almost in a trance.