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I am or was Grace and for some unknown reason I transformed into this hunk that you see. Maybe it was a whim of god or some sci-fi shit but I'm loving this.

I lay there running my hands up and down my new body, feeling the bumps and bulges. As I flex my arms I can feel strength so alien to me.

I especially love the equipment I got under. I've been with many men but even so they can't compare with what I have now. I can't even count how many times I'd jerked off now, but everything feels so right.

To whatever or whoever did this. Thank you.

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 2 "Charlie"

Charlie was driving his car. It was dusk and Charlie was hoping to find somewhere to Park the car, to get some sleep in the car. He's been traveling around town for weeks looking for a side job. A couple of days he worked as a courier, then was a babysitter, and still loaded boxes in the port. Charlie was a normal cute kid who moved to America from England when he graduated from University. He thought he'd find a job in America fast. He had short blonde hair and green eyes. Charlie was regularly running and cooing, but his muscle was far from perfect. Now he drove up to the new city with new opportunities. Charlie switched the radio. 

"I believe I can fly" this song has already bored Charlie. He switched it.

 "Criminal news: Wanted by a Winston Buckett who disappeared a week ago. He left home and never came back. Distinguishing characteristics: blond hair, average height..."Charlie switched it.

"We have Hollywood stars in the Studio again..."Charlie switched again.

"And now advertising. You looking for work? Are you diligent and enterprising? Are you persistent and know how to improve relations? Mr. Turns offers to work for him in his country house. He is looking for young people for the position of cook, poolboy, assistant gardener, waiter and others. A large salary, accommodation in the mansion and a good vacation are attached. If you are interested, write down the address"

Charlie remembered the address and decided to immediately send his car there. He drove up to the mansion. This house looked perfect. The spray of the fountain rose. The lawn was perfectly trimmed. From the hedge stood a man with shears and alone speedos. "It must be the gardener" Charlie thought. The man Looked at him with wide eyes and began to speak.

"Bana yardım et. Burada irademe karşı tutuluyorum. Git. Sen de başka birine dönüştün."

"Sorry, man, I don't understand Turkish."Charlie picked up the pace. The Turks still said something after him, until Charlie came to the door. He pressed the bell button and the bell rang throughout the mansion. Immediately same the door opened. On the threshold came a solid man in a suit and tie. Gray hair fought her way on his temples and he smiled snow-white smile. 

"Arik, stop talking. Take care of your duties.”The Turkish guy turned to the bushes and continued to cut them. 

“Hello, my name is Mr. Thurns. You must be here for the job."

"My name is Charlie. It's nice to meet you. You're right, I'm looking the job. I was hoping to work for you."

 "Wonderful. Go inside."

Charlie followed the owner of the mansion. They walked into the room, Charlie was able to call the office.

"So you want to work for me? I have one position available. Pool-boy. What you think?"

“Hm, I have never tried such a work before" 

"Never mind. You'll learn quickly You know all the conditions, Charlie? Just sign the contract." Charlie went to the table and saw on it a sheet of paper with small handwriting and a pen. Charlie did not hesitate to put the signature. He turned to Mr. Turns and was horrified. The man's eyes burned bright blue. Charlie felt his body freeze in place and did not move. 

"Oh honey, you signed the contract and now you're all mine. Let me read you what you signed." Mr. Thurns took a leaf and began to read it. "The undersigned undertakes to undergo a cycle of transformation to change nationality, because only foreigners who know different languages work in Mr. Thurns' house.  Also, this man will live and work in Mr. Thorns ' house indefinitely. The right to terminate the contract is reserved to Mr. Thurns." Charlie was confused. What is the transformation of nationality?

It was at this moment that Charlie felt dizzy. The whole office was wrapped around him. Charlie was afraid he'd vomit on the expensive carpet. His skin started to get more tanned. His muscles swelled with great speed, his biceps ripped his sleeves, and his chest muscles lifted his shirt up. Tanned skin became smooth and hairless. Charlie could feel his cock starting to grow in his now tight pants. The eggs are swollen and the foreskin is gone. Charlie felt the changes affect his face and head. Blonde hair started to grow fast until it became long below the ears. They began to curl and darken until they were the color of resin. His cheekbones became sharper, his eyes turned into black coals, his eyebrows became thick, and his lips swelled. His whole face had changed.

"So, the new pool boy. Your name isn't Charlie anymore, it's Carlos. You're Mexican. Your dress code is just white speedo and the necklace around your neck.. Your job is to look after my pool in the backyard.” Charlie, now Kalos is sitting on the carpet, exhausted. He feels so excited. 

"¿Por qué habéis hecho esto? Yo podría, y sin esta transformación, a trabajar para usted" Carlos said in Spanish. He was surprised. He thought he would speak English, but his tongue transformed it into Spanish.

"So I have a guarantee that you will not escape, because you have nowhere to go and no one will understand. You don't understand what the Turkish guy told you, do you?" 

"Esto también transformado chico?" Carlos was amazed

"Yeah. It's the missing Winston a week ago. Good hot boy, like you.You can take a shower on the second floor and go clean the pool. Good luck with your new life. If you work for me well, I will return you to your old life and pay you handsomely. Until then, go work" 

Carlos took a shower, constantly stroking his new 9 inch cock. He cum right in the shower. It is now Mexican cum was sprayed all over the wall of the shower. Carlos went down to the pool and grabbed his hand. He really didn't know what to do now. He just had to obey and start cleaning the pool...

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 4 "Frank"

"The amount of your loan debt is 12 567 Dollars. We kindly ask you to repay your loan or we will have to demand money in court. Have a nice day." The robot on the other end of the wire hung up.

 Frank put the phone on the nightstand and took a deep breath... He was ready to cry. About a year ago, he was fired from his job. In their opinion, he became too old, fat and his vision deteriorated, so he could no longer work in the factory. Frank had to sell the apartment and take a loan for a small house by the sea. It was on the porch of the house and went Frank. Before him was a beautiful landscape of the coast. Frank looked over at themselves. He was already 54 years old, he was gray, fat and wore huge glasses, without which he could not even see his fingers...

"How can I repay this loan?"Said Frank, raising his head to the sky, as if he was talking to someone...

 At this moment, his room turned on the TV. Frank quickly went into the house to turn it off, but stopped with the remote control in hand. A nice girl was advertising. 

"Do you need money to buy a new house, a car or just to pay the loan? Mr. Turns needs workers. Your age and work experience is not important. Just come to the country mansion. There's work for everyone. Write the address..." She dictated it, and Frank immediately wrote it down in my notebook. Not wasting a minute Frank mesmerized got into his old Ford and drove to the address. After a couple of hours Frank was on the spot. Rounding the perimeter of a huge mansion Frank went to the pool.

On one of the sun loungers lay the owner of the mansion in only swimming trunks and sunglasses. Next to him was a young blond guy and grilled sausages.

"Valentin. Don't forget to fry the vegetables too" Said a man.

"Bien sûr, maître. Je n'oublierai pas." The young man answered.

Frank looked at the man. He was kind of late in his 30s. Nice dark skin and big muscles. Dark hair and and a shiny smile.

"Ahem. Hi, I'm here to get a job."Said Frank, a bit nervous. 

The owner lowered his glasses and looked at Frank from head to toe. The young man at the grill started, but did not even turn, like something afraid. 

"Well. Very well. My name is Mr. Thurns. You're Mister...”

"Just Frank." 

“Good, Frank. I have a job for you. Do you like cleaning the house?"

“I'm not doing it well. But when I have no choice, I have to clean the house." 

"Wonderful. Then you'll be my new maid."

“Maid?"

"Yes, Frank. Something embarrassing you? Don't worry, you will succeed. I'll pay you handsomely. How about $ 2,000 a week?"

“How much?! I agree. Where do I sign?" Frank's eyes lit up. 

"Here" Mr. Thurns pulled out a paper and a pen as if from the air. As soon as the last drop of ink touched the paper, Frank felt he couldn't move. 

"What the hell is going on?!"

“Dear Frank, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you that in my mansion, all the employees are models who speak different languages for safety reasons. Now join them."

Frank felt his weight and huge belly deflate like a balloon. All his fat melted in a minute. His t-shirt was now hanging on him like a hoodie, and his pants slept on the floor. His skin was firm and young. Years ago for Frank. Muscles were filled with strength and elasticity. Now they bulged under the skin with a beautiful relief. Frank now was in 2 times thinner, than until this.His muscles swelled, and his skin turned a beautiful pale color. His graying hair had once again turned dark. His bald head began to overgrow, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed. With each breath, Frank could now see his chest muscles surging forward. His stomach became flat, and then 6 abs cubes peeked out from under the remaining subcutaneous fat. His cock became longer and thicker until it reached 7.5 inches. His hands felt the power of youth and clenched involuntarily. His face was rearranging. Took eyes are almond-shaped and dark steel. Los forehead and cheekbones became more distinct and beautiful. Frank became a different person... Frank could move again. He ran up to the pool and looked at his new look.

"私の主です！ 私は若いです。 私ンや若きます。 ございます！" Frank shut his mouth in fright.

 "Now you speak Japanese like a true Japanese" Put on these pants, shirt and shoes and start cleaning my bedroom." Mr. Post said. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Now I will address you by the name of Akio."

Akio bowed to his master and happily went to clean the house. He could not even dream of such a job, and in it is also well paid.

New game ;)

Hi guys! Recently, several new readers have subscribed to my blog. I'm glad. Remember that game we played with the suitcase? I thought she was cool. What if we resume this game? Well. Just yesterday I found this sports bag stuffed with someone's clothes and things on the threshold of my house. There's plenty. The list is below. The rules are simple: whoever is the first to be asked to "request" this thing, that it will receive. What will happen to you when you take this thing remains a mystery. I will also be glad if you describe your body to make it clear where your transformation will begin. I will be glad if you are not anonymous, though it is not necessary.

And here is a list of things:

1. White top

2. Blue shirt

3. Aviator points

4. Keys to the bike, apparently

5.Black leggings

6. Black cap

7. Black wrist watch

8. Blue speedos

9. Black tie

10. White briefs

11. Yellow headphones

12. Red boxers

13.Black shorts

14. T-shirt with the inscription AC/DC

15. Pink hoodie.

Can I have the red boxers?

Hello, Dean! Good to see you again. Did you come for the red boxers from that bag? You have learned in this thing boxers one of your students? I hope you return them to him. No? You have other plans. Wear it yourself? Well. I can’t argue with the Dean of Transformation College himself. 

I suggest you go to the nearest locker room. Feel free to wear boxers. Do you feel goosebumps running down your back? That’s how this magic works. You lose orientation in space and sit on a bench.

 You feel your body changing, stretching out in height and becoming younger. You are now about the same age as your average student. Your muscles begin to increase, becoming not very large, but relief. The sharp burning pain in your hands makes you moan. A pair of harmonious tattoos complements your image. Your face is changing, not allowing more whom any to know in this young hunk former Dean. 

 Well.. enjoy your new carefree student life. Join a football team or a science club, fuck a couple of cheerleaders or nerds. Do whatever you want, but don’t forget to send me a couple of your new selfies so I can share them with my readers

Hi I'm a guy in his 30s overweight looking to get back in shape. Was wondering if the wristwatch would be of assistance?

Hello, another one wanting to grab yourself a little fun. You want to take your wristwatch in the hope that it will help you remember your youth. I’d be happy to lend them to you, but I warn you, I can’t know how this is going to end…

 Well. You put them on and felt goosebumps that started spreading from your left hand, which is now wearing a watch and half to your ankles. It feels funny, doesn’t it? What? You want to go jogging in the park? But do your body are overweight will withstand this load? I think I’ll run with you to make sure you’re safe. 

You started very abruptly and began to pick up speed. I’m running behind you and I can already see how your transformation began. Your feet first. They have become much thinner and sportier. They were fashionable sneakers instead of old shoes. Then your pants turned into a pair of denim shorts. And your ass got so tight and big in them. Your back has become more slender and muscular. Your hair has shortened, become thicker and darker. I saw your muscles tighten and you sped up, running a block away from me.

 A few minutes later I caught up with you at some stadium. You turned to me abruptly, and I could only recognize you by your clothes and your wristwatch. A new body, a new beautiful face and a new life. Enjoy it and let me take a picture of you for subscribers.

Hey so I recently broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years and have been a little hesitate to head back out on the dating scene. After being in a what I thought was a great relationship, I had put on a few extra pounds. I’m was hoping maybe those keys could belong to a motorcycle which could help me land a new date?

Hey. Oh, I’m so sorry you broke up with your boyfriend. But you don’t have to stand still and cling to the past, do you? I am glad that these keys will serve as a bike with such a noble goal as to make you happy.

 Take them and feel like your arm is covered in goosebumps. Do you feel that magic coming through your body? Look out the window! Where did this cool bike come from? I haven’t seen him before. Well. Your new date’s in 20 minutes, I hope you make it. I see you get on your bike and take off at breakneck speed. I can’t miss your transformation, so I’m following you in the car. I can see how your riding is getting bolder. You’re almost reckless. 

I can see your boring clothes starting to get dark and turn into motorcyclist gear. Your body swells in the muscles beneath it. Every muscle fills this suit and I can see your waist and ass getting more distinct and beautiful. On the head, helmet suddenly appears and you suddenly accelerate. 

A few minutes later we arrived at a cozy restaurant, where you will probably your next boyfriend. You take off your helmet and I see how your face has changed. More daring haircut, more beautiful features, manly beard and cunning look. No one can resist a guy like that. I wish you luck, and I hope you don’t mind if I show everyone your new incarnation? ;)

I was just looking at new headphones. Could I get the yellow headphones? I need a new pair for the gym.

Hi. I’m sorry you waited so long for your gift, but I had a lot of unfinished business. Well. You want new headphones? There’s a pair of yellow headphones in the bag, but I have absolutely no idea what owning them will do. Will you take them to the gym? Whatever you say. I’ll follow you and see if you don’t mind. 

You’ve already changed into sports clothes and put on your new headphones. They played your favorite music, but suddenly you felt a slight dizziness and goosebumps coming from your head to the coccyx. You continue to do approaches, pulling iron, but at some point you realize that it became more difficult for you to carry out your approaches. You’re almost at the end of your strength and barely finish your 30 push-UPS…

You don’t understand what’s going on, but I can see what’s going on with you. All your muscles that you worked so hard at this gym are starting to melt. You become slim and thin with a small amount of muscle, which is only enough to pull up on the bar 10 times and boast to the beach with your skinny abs. Your sports Jersey turns into a black long sleeve t-shirt and your shorts into jeans. Your hair is getting lighter and longer. I think you should watch a couple of online lessons on long hair care now. Your face rearranges and becomes more refined and beautiful, as if you were created for the stage. For the stage? what were you just thinking? 

Oh yeah.. as it turned out, these headphones long time ago lost one of the members of the University drama club. His skills are yours and his roles, of course. While you cope with the influx of all the scenarios and roles, holding your head, let me capture you for my readers. Good luck ;)