Permanent Transformation - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

"Just back from the gym, such a workout I did. Look at these shorts especially at the ass crack so fucking sweaty. Shame to be the guy at the gym who ended up as these shorts, wouldn't get off my favourite treadmill. So I dealt with him, and while I was at it I turned his boyfriend and friend into these socks and sneakers I'm wearing. The socks are so rancid in my foot sweat, and fuck me the shoes are so full of sweat I was leaving sweaty shoe prints on the floor as I walked around.

Noah chuckled.

"I was gonna change them back before I left the gym but fuck it, I'm keeping em losers like this. Socks gonna be my cumrags, and I'll make sure to nut in the sneakers as well, really get the insoles all crusty"

It was just another regular college day for Jake. Well that changed and fast! A new guy arrived and was put in Jakes dormitory and what a looker this new guy is.

He even had an awesome electric guitar with him and damn he played it really well, on a professional level. The next morning when the new guy who's name is Noah left the dorm. Jake picks up his guitar despite him telling Jake never to touch it.

Jake plays it but somehow cause the guitar to explode and he basically destroyed it. At this point Noah hot back and catches Jake red handed.

Noah: "THE FUCK!!! YOU BROKE IT!!!"

Jake panics "Sorry dude!!! I'll pay for new one, here's a couple hundred dollars!"

Jake frantically tosses him his money but he doesn't want it.

Noah: "Couple hundred dollars??? Really??? This guitar cost me a few thousand dollars! And now. Now. Now your gonna pay the ultimate price"

Noah took his phone out of his pocket and loaded up an app he made himself and presses some buttons

"Look, I can help buy you a new..."

Before Jake can finish talking FLASH!!!

Noah chuckled and in Jakes place is a brand spanking new black electric guitar. Noah picks it up and sits down and plugs it in and blasts out a tune.

Noah: "You sound really good, erm... sorry I forgot your name"

Noah blasts out tunes for a couple hours on Jake. And for Jake it's extremely painful. Each pluck of the strings is unimaginable pain, un-describable pain. It just hurts so much!

Noah: "Definitely a keeper. Gonna blast so many tunes with ya and no one will ever know what happened to that loser guy erm... Jeremy was it? No... hmm... ah well fuck if I care"

Noah laughed and continued blasting tunes on Jake.

"You wanted this bro. To be your big brothers socks. True you only wanted to be like thks3for 48 hours, but you were just way too comfortable to turn back to normal. Man your so worn out"

Noah peels his brother off his feet and tosses him in the trash.

"Next time you should make sure you know what your getting yourself into. Oh wait, there isn't gonna be a next time"

Noah chuckled and slipped on a clean pair of socks. His older brother was bugging him, now its his turn to be worn out.

"You twats! Trying to gang up on me just because I'm the youngest brother. Now look at you both! So worn as my insoles."

Noah laughed and put the insoles back in his shoes where they belong. Slowly warping his brothers minds into mush.

Noah chuckled as he took his shoes off and looked at his dad. His dad told Noah he'd no longer support him financially, that he has to get a job. This didn't go down well. Noah used the TF app on his phone he created himself and turned his dad into a pair of socks.

"Gonna cut me off huh old man? Well I've cut ya off from being human"

It had been a month and he's worn his dad every day without washing him. His dad reeks! Noah chuckled and in fact did actually get a job. A job in the porn industry. So it all worked out. But he decided his dad is just socks, and will remain as such.

You've always wanted to meet Ninja the streamer. He's your idol, dream guy to be with. And one day you got your wish, after you won an online competition to meet Ninja and spend a whole day with him.

Your with him, chatting, getting along pretty well. Everything is going absolutely brilliantly. That is until you accidentally spill a beer onto his feet, ruining his socks.

You try to dry them with a towel. But while your down on your knees trying to dry hid socks.

"Yo"

You look up at him after he spoke. Suddenly. FLASH!!! You regain consciousness a few seconds later, but you feel different and your perspective has changed. Suddenly. You see Ninja.. picking you up???

"Ruin my limited edition socks, you get to replace them. Literally. Get used to your new life soaking up my sweat"

Ninja then puts you on! You realise what happened. You scream!!! But you make no verbal sound.

You are your favourite streamers new socks. Ninja never spoke to you again. Your his socks/cumrag. And you were in hell fo the rest of your pathetic useless life.

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.

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! :) 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.

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 !

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.

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."

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 !