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The moment the necklace fell around his neck, Jacob knew something was off. His head started to spin, but instead of panicking, he felt a grin spread across his face. His toughts slowed down as he slowly started to unbutton his nerdy shirt. His pale, featureless torso swirled with color; a tan started to spread across his skin, while lines of ink started to create numerous amounts of tattoos all across his body.

His braces fell out of his mouth, on the way down turning into sets of jewelry, an earring, nipple piercings, and some rings.

At the same time, his tongue started to feel uncomfortable trapped behind his now pearly whites. It started to creep out of his mouth for increasingly longer periods of time, until he was almost always sticking it out of his mouth.

While his face slowly restructured itself and cleaned up the acne and pimples, his body began to swell. His pecs started to balloon, which in turn he began to absentmindedly bounce. His flubby stomach sucked in, leaving behind a perfect row of abs and deep cumgutters. His shoulders broadened while his back straightened out. His legs were growing slightly at the same time, so he immediately appeared much taller. His arms flexed, the muscle almost pouring in as they inflated. His hands cracked as his boney fingers and unkempt nails filled out and cleaned up respectively.

Next up were his now longer legs, which tensed as the quads exploded. His tighty whities strained against his new muscular thighs, but things were just getting started.

A low moan escaped the once squeaky voice boy. His tight briefs slowly began to tear as both his subpar dick and flat ass started to grow. His glutes filled out and kept a respectable and very noticable bounce, while his little nub grew into a large, but soft 8 inch rod with massive balls to match. He wasn't soft for long as his bulge began to slowly stick outwards. Being a shower not much changed but his poor underwear didn't survive the onslaught of new meat filling it, and it ripped apart and fell around his feet.

The feet in question began to clench. His formal step-ins begain to strain against the slowly growing feet. His measly size 7 grew. Size 8, his feet were pressing uncomfortably hard against the hard leather.

Size 9, loud stretching noises erupted from his shoes.

Size 10, the first tear appeared.

Size 11, his toes burst through the hard leather.

Size 12, the top of the shoes flew off

Size 13, the only remnants of the shoes were the pieces of hard leather scattered around the floor.

As soon as his feet were free from their hard leather confines, a subtle tinge swept around the room. The subtlety quickly passed as it became strong enough to invade anyones nostrils at close proximity. The same stench quickly started to pour out from underneath his arms and his groin, which only increased the intensity of the smell.

Jack, as he was now called, looked down at a black cap that was on the bench next to him in the fitting room and put it on his head. Immediately, his head became even foggier. Drool slowly dripped from the side of his mouth, while his eyes rolled back. Every ounce of knowledge he had attained through the years started to drip out of his mouth. Simultaneously, his preppy quiff started to recede into his head, leaving only a short jocky cut.

As a finish, a small bit of scruff appeared around the jocks face, a bit along his chin and some above his lip. Jack licked his lips and grinned at the mirror.

"Fuckin tight broo..." he smirked and turned the cap around and grabbed his phone. He started filming himself, sticking out his tongue to the camera. He couldn't help but laugh at how amazing he looked. He sent the snap to an account named "Big Bae❤️" and felt his cock twitch. He ran a hand across his bubblebutt and softly moaned. He couldn't wait to get home to his boyfriend and let him pound his brains out. Well, what was left of them.

[danilotfs]

A short commission for someone on Twitter.

Reinhardt and Cole from Overwatch.

Features Cole as a werewolf.

The Gibraltar base was eerily quiet. Reinhardt could tell something was quite right. Despite being the only one on the base, well the only human he should say. There was still the echoing noises from Cole's holding cell. The Cowboy had been attacked a few months ago by some creature when in London. Mercy had checked him over and they all thought he was fine.

However the following month on the full moon, Cole underwent a transformation. The beast he turned into could have hurt the other Overwatch members. If not for Reinhardt being there in his armor. Pinning Cole down without worry of the beast injuring his dense armor.

It was the reason they were here in Gibraltar alone. Cole hadn't changed back to his old self yet. So they decided he needed to be isolated while a cure was researched for. Reinhardt volunteered to stay and watch over Cole. Since his armor was able to endure Cole's attacks if the werewolf was to get loose. Thankfully the Werewolf Cowboy had been contained within the reinforced holding cell. No matter how much he thrashed about he couldn't break free.

That is till this night, Reinhardt could feel something wasn't right. It was a full moon so Cole should be more agitated. Reinhardt would expect him to be more violent and trying harder to break free from his cage. However, that was the opposite. Even on the camera feed Reinhardt heard not a single sound from the holding cell. Almost as if…

"He couldn't have." Reinhardt quickly got up from his seat. He rushed to the cell bay where they had Cole secured in. Opening the door he enters inside and then comes to a stop in front of Cole's cell. To his horror he finds it empty. He doesn't understand how Cole could break free. There wasn't any kind damage done to any part of the cell whatsoever. So he should still be locked inside. 

Reinhardt placed his hand on the scanner by the door, then inputted the password to unlock the cell. Opening the door, to his surprise Cole suddenly drops down from the ceiling. 

Reinhardt froze up, berating himself for being so foolish to open the beat's cage. Cole had kept himself hidden from the camera feed by attaching himself to the ceiling. Reinhardt would be impressed with the tactic if not for the fact he had now freed Cole. Who was staring at Reinhardt with intense yellow glowing eyes. 

It was unnerving to stare into such an intense gaze, and yet Reinhardt couldn't help but also think how alluring they were to look into. He backed away from Cole slowly, making sure he is careful in not making any quick movements to make Cole possible charge at him.

Cole is a friend and comrade, but at the moment Reinhardt has to treat him as a threat given his current beastly form. Cole bares his fangs at Reinhardt and gets up on two legs. Reinhardt notices immediately the thick body hair covering Cole's naked body. 

"Easy Cassidy. Just don't do anything crazy now." Reinhardt tried soothing. 

Cole seemed to pause a moment. Tilting his head to the side as he studied Reinhardt. The gesture reminding him of a dog. Cole then Lets out a low whimpering bellow, and much to Reinhardt's surprise, Cole starts to paw at his fat cock.

Reinhardt was taken aback, standing there stunned over what he was seeing. Cole went from looking like a furious looking beast to a needy looking pup. Going as far as to start whining pitifully while he was still groping his dick.

"What is happening here?" Reinhardt asked loudly. 

While this was very weird, he couldn't help but also get aroused himself. Cole was always a good looking man. Something about him with the wolfish and extra body hair was especially alluring to Reinhardt.

He would never admit it to anyone but that was a reason he wanted to stay behind to watch Cole. Cole brought Reinhardt out of his thoughts when he started to move towards him. The older man catches Cole in his arms when Cole pounces on top of him.

Reinhardt has a moment to panic thinking it was all a ruse, but to his relief and surprise Cole just starts to nuzzle against Reinhardt. Not only that, but Cole had also started rutting against the older man. Making Reinhardt chuckle, resting his large calloused hand on the back of Cole's neck gently.

"You're very frisky aren't you my friend?" Reinhardt asked teasingly.

Cole just made a low rumble sound, then the sound of clothes tearing filled the area. Reinhardt  are a sputter noise of surprise when he realized Cole was shredding his pants with his claws.

"Hey! These were some of my favorite pair!" He chastised. 

He wasn't too bothered of course, since he immediately became distracted by Cole's thick cock. Cole hadn't wasted time in poking the tip of his dick against Reinhardt's sensitive hole. Not pushing it in just yet, only teasing the sensitive pucker from the action. As well as giving Reinhardt the chance to shove him away. Though the older man didn't want to nor would he do that.

He swallows and then he encourages Cole to continue. Stating how he can more than handle whatever Cole throws at him. Part of him berates himself for how wrong this is. But it also feels so right to not explore whatever this. 

Reinhardt's breath hitches a second when Cole's thick cock penetrates the sensitive walls of his ass. He arches back, his legs wrapping around Cole. He clenched his ass around Cole's dick as the Werewolf Cowboy started to thrust into him. He enjoys the way Cole lets out another needy sounding growl, telling him that he is enjoying this like Reinhardt.

Cole leans forward and rests his hands beside Reinhardt. Lowering his hand he sticks his tongue out, licking a stripe up Reinhardt's muscular scarred torso. Reinhardt shuddered under the feeling. Clenching his hands into fists, moving himself so he is  matching Cole's thrusts. His cock is already leaking precum, which is smearing around Cole's hairy torso from him leaning particularly on top of the older man.

Reinhardt has never felt such pleasure with another man before. He feels like a young man again and this is his first time. His balls aching and churn before his cock starts to throb. Moments later thick ropes of cum cascade from Reinhardt's dick. Splattering all over himself and Cole.

Cole's nostrils flare, his eyes glowing yellow before the turn a crimson red.

"Mine." Cole says in a low possessive voice. The werewolf's thrusts quicken. Reinhardt laying there as Cole fucks him. Cole's howl echoing through the base as his sticky seed fills Reinhardt's ass. Overfilling the older man's hole to the point Cole's cum trickled out of it. 

Cole falls onto Reinhardt and the older man wraps his arms around him. He says soothing words in German to the werewolf as Cole starts to nuzzle softly into Reinhardt's neck. The two ended up staying like that for a while. To Reinhardt's surprise Cole slowly changes back. It was fascinating to watch as the wolf features faded back to normal human ones. Cole shook his head and looked at Reinhardt for a moment. The two men say nothing till Cole breaks the silence. 

"So, we goin to get cleaned up? I'd hate for one the others to walk in on us like this." Cole says.

Reinhardt says nothing for a second but then lets out a deep laugh. Pulling Cole closer to him and leans down to capture the younger man's mouth for a kiss.

[danilotfs]

You seem pretty.. susceptible right now. Wonder if I send another picture, you’ll change again? Only one way to find out!

Would love for you to be him, body and mind~

What?! No, I wanted help with stopping the transformations, not more of them! Nnnghh! Fuck bro, I'm... turning black? My hair is falling out too, no... My clothes are getting too tight, and NNGHH what the FUCK is dat my cock bro? It keeps on twitching and getting bigger, I... Oh my god, it's so hot dawg, it just keeps on going. *THROB* 5 inches *THROB* 7 inches *THROB* 9 inches *THROB* 12 inches. Shit this is a real fuckin BBC! I gotta resist touchin' it or else this'll be ma permanent form til the next inbox message. I don't wanna be stuck as some dude named Tyrone! Fuck, but it feels so fuckin good...

Shit dawg, what wuz I just thinking about? I rub my massive bulge through my underwear and moan with my deep, baritone voice. Whatever it was probably isn't dat important. I whip my cock out and it slaps my toned abs. I watch as it throbs and twitches on its own before I grab it with both of my hands.

[danilotfs]

Hey, some refs you may like to work with. 💙

Another ask... The moment I clicked on it while focusing on the second image, my hands started to darken. Brown skin slowly crawling up my arm, and dark curly hair going along with it. What the fuck?! Whoever you are that sent this, I asked for help, not- Fuck, no!

I'm... He's... Arabic? Qasim is my name. My jawline is squaring out while I grow more and more body and facial hair.

"لا أستطيع إيقافه …" I say to myself, shocked at the foreign words coming out of my mouth. My voice has deepened much more than that twink's, but I didn't want to turn into another person completely! I'm not Arabic, I'm Qasim. I'm not... I'm Arabic, I'm Qasim. انا عربي. انا قاسم.

اللعنة ، أنا شبق للغاية. أي شخص يبحث عن أب عربي؟

[danilotfs]

TSS Shorts — Car Freshener

I'm tryna be back. I got involved in a bit of minor accident on the road and my hip is in pain. It's boring to just lie down so I decided to try and write stories again. Missed you, guys!

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I got in my car with my phone and a small box in my hand. Yet another gift from my roommate Kenny. I wonder what he got me this time.

I strapped myself with the seatbelt and placed my phone on the holder in front of me. With now a free hand, I opened he box.

"An air freshener?" I said to myself.

I took a short sniff from it and damn does it smell good. It was lemony with a bit of mint. I couldn't grasp why but it's somewhat addicting to smell. Not wanting to waste it just by snorting on it time to time, I placed it to the fan near me and I turned the car on to let the air condition do its work.

Within a few seconds, my car smelled nicer than before. Damn, my does my head feel kind of cloudy.

I then received a call from Kenny. I quickly answered it and turned my video on.

"Hey, Ralf! Just checking out howdya liked my gift for you." Kenny asked as soon as I answered.

"Hey. It smells great, not gonna lie, but... Is it normal that it kinda makes me feel fuzzy?" I asked.

"Nah don't worry 'bout it, man. That's probably just because of how hard you fucked me last night, you big hunk." Kenny teased, which made me feel off.

I- Huh? I'm not.... We didn't....

"Missing those nipples of yours already, man. Let me see em through your shirt." Kenny smirked at me which somehow made me find him hot.

"Yeah, man. I miss how much you make me moan too just by licking these bad boys." I teased by, grabbing my phone and positioning my camera just enough for Kenny to see my nipples.

Wait I... I'm not supposed to be this muscular, right? When did I get...

"Fuck, yeah. Bounce those pecs for me, babe." Kenny chuckled and I followed, bouncing my chest for my boyfriend.

No... Kenny and I aren't...

"Missing you already, babe. Take care going to your parents house." Kenny signaled and I showed my face on cam.

"Same goes, babe. I'll send you some updates later. Kisses." I gave him virtual kisses before I put my phone back to the holder.

"Glad you love my gifts, Li-Hua. Belated Happy Valentine' Day, baby" Kenny ended he call.

Li-Hua... Yeah, that's me. Li-Hua. What's up with these lapses recently? Anyways, I drove to my parents house for a visit and without any more time to wait, I just greeted them and rushed back to my bedroom with an excuse to fix my stuff first, but in reality, I just couldn't wait to tease my baby once again.

"Home, babe. I know how much you miss this bod. Sending more of this later ♡" I texted him.

[danilotfs]

Inbox Transformation

Help! I was just scrolling through my feed when I got a notification that someone sent me something on my inbox. It was a picture of the white boy you're seeing right now, with a caption of "Would be fun to see u tf into him" and before I knew it, my body started changing to match the picture! I think my - his name is Jake? Oh God what's happening, it's getting so hard to think!

Why did it have to be a skinny white twink? I'm not even white! Can anyone help me?

[danilotfs]

One Night of Demonic Fright [Demon Possession TF] 

Dressing up as a demon for Halloween is all fun and games, until you actually get possessed by one. Trapped inside your own mind, you can only sit back and watch as they take your body for a joyride to commit as much sin as possible for the night. And maybe for a couple days, weeks or even months after that. If they find themselves comfortable in your body.

[danilotfs]

Taking a few commissions. $8 per 1k words. I'm open to doing almost any transformation theme or kink.

Only themes I won't use are of under age characters, or blood and gore.

[danilotfs]

Hi bros, I decided to open up commissions for who ever is interested. I’m kinda strapped for cash so if you’re interested please feel feel to reach out and we can hash out the details

$5 short stories

$10 medium stories

$20 long stories

Best,

Just a jock

[danilotfs]

Had some stuff come up so taking a few commissions.

$10 per 1k words. I'm open to writing any sort of transformation theme.

[danilotfs]

With the Times [Oak to Turo TF]

Professor Oak was upset at recently gaining the reputation as an out of touch old man, so he figured maybe wearing some more modern clothing would help his image. Little did he know that the futuristic looking lab coat he picked up, would bring him right into the new generation!

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I decided to jump on the bandwagon and create a Turo TF. Since Turo’s aesthetic is based around the future, I figured it would be fun to transform a past Pokémon professor into him. And who better than the very first professor ever?  

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Brought into the Twenties [Businessman AR TF]

A group of interns were sick of their boss incessantly ordering them around and constantly hounding them for every little mistake they made. So, they decided to hatch a plan in hopes of bringing him down to their level. Sneaking in a couple cubes of “Baby-Faced Sugar-Cubbies” into his usual coffee. Unfortunately, while it did make him younger, it didn’t bring him up to the current times. So now they are stuck with a co-worker both 40 years younger and 40 years out of date.

Keep reading

[danilotfs]

An office worker tried of his mundane 9 to 5 job that leaves him feeling drained. Often doing overtime for the greedy clientele he is forced to do work for. He wishes he can have a simple less complex life. One without this constricting career he foolishly chose for himself.

As that thought leaves his mind he suddenly hears a strange rhythm. The music gets louder, as it does he slips into a trance state while the music continues. His body swells with the beat of the music. He quickly outgrows his suit while the shredded pants reform into mesh shorts.

His torso fully exposed now and showcases his new muscular physique. Something he'd never be able to obtain himself. His face relaxes, years of stress melting away as he becomes several years younger.

His clean shaven face gaining bristles of facial hair that quickly grow into a trimmed beard. Soon he begins to stir, the office cubicle he was in shifting into a stage. Headphones appear around his neck while he starts to waken from his trance. His eyes looking over at the crowd of people on the dance floor.

He's confused for a moment as to what was going on, but he starts to move his hands on the DJ stand. Seeming to know exactly what he is doing, as if he has done this so many times before. No longer questions why he felt so out of place, allowing himself to sink into his new reality. Forgetting everything about his past life to embrace his new self.

[danilotfs]

Something written for a friend on here.

Dan had been surprised to see the package on his doorstep when he came home from work. He grabbed the medium sized brown box and brought it inside. Setting it on the kitchen counter he takes a pair of scissors and carefully cuts across the tap binding the box. Setting those aside he opens the box and eagerly looks inside at what he got in the mail. 

He saw that it was a small box covered in a blue and white striped wrapping paper. He pulls it out of the shipping box carefully and undoes the bow that ties the wrapping paper together. Tossing it back into the shipping box he looks at the medium small sized box with a fancy golden logo imprinted on the black top of the box. 

Dan recalls something about coming across an ad with this logo a few weeks ago. It had asked if he wanted to sign up for their newsletter. In doing so he has the chance to be selected to start receiving monthly gifts from the company as part of a special promotion. 

He didn't think he would be one selected, let alone that promotion being actually accurate. He takes the top lid of the box off and sees that inside it is a bottle of what looks to be expensive cologne. The bottle of it looked very well detailed, sorta shaped like a diamond with the bottom being a flattened triangle shape. 

The cork of the bottle was gold, a similar gold as the logo, with the cologne inside the crystal bottle being a vibrant maroon. Dan doesn't think he's seen a cologne this color before. Then again he wasn't really one to acknowledge colognes to know for sure on that. He carefully uncorked the lid of the bottle and gave his wrist a small spray. Setting the bottle down, Dan brought his wrist up to his nose and sniffed. 

The aroma of the cologne was very prominent, he couldn't quite describe what the scent of it was exactly. His best guess would be some sort of floral aroma with a few other prominent scents mixed in to further bring out this flowery scent. 

It wasn't a bad smell, but wouldn't be something Dan would really wear himself. He thinks about maybe giving it away to a friend of his who may like the smell more than he did. For now though he leaves the cologne on the kitchen counter while he takes the shipping box out to the trash.

Dan goes about his day without thinking about the cologne he received. He does laundry, starts on dinner, browses around on different sites online. Occasionally he'll pause what he was doing to scratch the itch on his wrist. Otherwise he doesn't pay much attention to it. That is till he starts to get into the shower. 

After he strips off his clothes he reaches his hand to turn the nozzle on when he notices something strange. The area along his wrist is much paler than it should be. The pale skin tone around his wrist contrasting against his darker tan skin tone. At first Dan thinks it may be some sort of smudge. 

Wiping at it with a towel does nothing to the smudge. Not even when Dan tries again with soap and water. This area was the same place where he sprayed the cologne on and he worries a little that he might be having a reaction to it.

'That can't be it, I feel fine.' He told himself.

Baffled, Dan wraps the towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom. Entering the kitchen he approaches the counter where he left the bottle of cologne. Grabbing it he brings it up to his face to read the label on the back. After a moment he sees nothing in particular about it that could cause the skin on his wrist to turn white.

"Well this was pointless." Dan muttered to himself.

He goes to set the bottle of cologne down when the top of it suddenly comes off. Dan curses while some of the maroon liquid of the cologne spills out of the bottle and covers his hand.  Dan immediately goes over to the sink and rines his hand off. The fragrance of the cologne invades Dan's sense of smell. For some odd reason it smelt more potent than it did before.

'Maybe because the liquid itself spilled out on me. Rather than just a mist of it that I sprayed.' He thought to himself.

When Dan removed his hand from under the faucet his eyes grew wide at what he saw. The entirety of his hand was now a pale white skin tone. The white skin seeming to spread up his forearms while Dan stared in awe. 

His mind was reeling, surely he was just seeing things right? No way in hell was his skin turning white. Dan began to panic as the shift in his skin tone became more rampant. Not only was his skin becoming lighter, but his slim arm steadily swelled with muscle. 

Dan became mesmerized by his new muscular arm. Unable to help it when he started to feel it. Liking the way his bicep bulged when he did. Dan was too transfixed on his bicep he didn't notice that the change to his skin to became more rapid. The white tone covers most of his torso now. Turning his dark tan pale white wiry brown hairs started sprouting along his chest. The newly grown body hair snaking down his abdomen.

Dan became aware as the body hair grew, glancing down and seeing the hairier torso he now had. A mix of emotions flooded him, feeling afraid of what he is becoming. While he also felt curious and eager over these strange changes.

Dan brings his hands up and starts to rub his palms over his hairy torso. Feeling his the bristles of hair prickle under his palms feels good strangely enough. It's then his pecs swell in size, gaining quite a bit of muscular definition to them. This of course further adds to Dan's surprise. Not only with the growth of his muscular pectorals but seeing his stomach rippling as a very well defined six pack firm.

Dan also notes his upper body looks much broader along with the muscle growth he has gained. He has become so engrossed with his muscular gains that Dan fails to realize how he is no longer Filipino. His tan skin having fully turned white now. 

He does notice the itching across his face. Scratching at his jaw he feels more bristles of hair pricking his fingers. This prompts Dan to wander over to the wall mirror he had hanging up. Gazing at his reflection is when he realizes just what has become of him. 

"Bro, what in the fuck was in that stuff?" He said allowed. 

He was thrown off by speaking perfect English. Not only could he speak it but he had a thick accent to his speech too. The southern drawl made Dan think of cowboys from western movies.

So not only did he sound like one but now he fully looks like a Caucasian man. As well as looking a couple years older.  He can see his face shifting with more distinct features forming. His brown eyes slowly begin to flicker, turning blue as a dense beard grows along his more rugged looking face.

Dan's mind whirls with various thoughts and emotions. Only for his mind to be enveloped by a cloudy daze that lulls him into a sleepy trance. He stares blankly in the mirror, his mind crumbling. A new identity writes itself in his head. This new him overlapping with his former self. Not even recalling a single memory of who he once was.

Leaving his new self as Darin Campbell. Darin spent a few weeks in the Philippines as part of his backpacking trip. Despite not knowing any other language besides English. He wasn't too worried about that though. He always managed to find a good entrepreneur to help him talk to the locals.

Giving himself another look in the mirror, Darin winks at himself while thinking how hot he is. Removing the towel from his waist, Darin returns to the shower of his hotel room. Planning to shower off the sweat from hot sun so he can relax before exploring more of the city later on once it had become night. Excited to experience the city's night vendors and of course the night clubs.

[danilotfs]

Who was ever going to believe he was a professor of history? He woke up with a nice spring in his step this morning. He thought the light hair and smooth face was a trick of the light when he started the day. But then he could feel muscle coming in, something he never had. His normally slim clothes were getting tighter, filled with a widening set of shoulders and chest. By midday the wrinkles around his eyes were completely gone, his hair was going full on blonde, and he had a youthful looking chiseled chin. And on top of all that his dick was getting bigger. He was never a shower but now his cock and balls were getting more and more constrained and excited in a pair of pants already filling out with a round firm ass. He only made it just in time to his office to feel his shirt give up on him and split at the seems. While horrifying, it felt good to be free of it and he rolled his enlarged shoulders with some satisfaction. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, he couldn’t help but admire what his body had become. It was only then that he noticed a card on his desk attached to a parcel. “Hope you’re having a swoll day Professor. Cant let you fail the team, so decided to let you join us. Hope you’re enjoying the changes. Join us when you’re ready bro.” Did those dumb fuckers do this to him? His head felt so foggy, dizzy, how was this happening? He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so young. So hot. Flexing both arms, tightening his chest, his muscles popped. He looked like he could fit perfectly in with that row of dumb jocks that always sat the back of class. Dumb but… hot. That what he was now. Dumb and hot. He could see his eyes becoming glossy and dull like his bros, he could feel his memories of teaching and school slipped away, replaced by memories of the gym, flunking classes, and fucking in the showers. He tore open the package they left him to find a pair of sandles, and short running shorts- no underwear to be found. A dumb grin spread across his face as his pants finally split at the seems and his massive hard cock spring free. He chuckled dumbly. Such a dumbass. Why was he named in some teachers office? He needed to find his bros.

[danilotfs]

written for a friend on here.

Fusion theme with Aizawa and Vlad King from My Hero Academia

Aizawa looked towards Vlad, the man having a similar look of shock on his face. The two Pro Heroes and teachers at UA weren't fast enough to dodge the pulse of energy. The energy wave was blasted at them by a senior at UA. One who was in general studies. Aizawa didn't know much about the young man, just that his quirk dealt with manipulation of energy. 

He and Vlad had been leaving for the day, when they came across the young man hunched over. A glowing aura emitting from him. Of course when the two of them tried to help him is when the student unleashed the energy wave. 

Aizawa, of course, tried to erase the student's quirk long enough to defuse the situation, but it had no effect. It was like the energy had a barrier around it that was protecting it from Aizawa's quirk. Leaving him and Vlad King to be hit with the energy aura. The force of the blast knocked them into each other on the ground. 

Thankfully, neither man felt any pain from the blast they had taken on. When the two teachers moved to get up from the ground they saw the student had gotten to his feet. 

When Vlad tried to question the young man, speaking in a not so friendly tone of voice, he ended up spooking the young man. Causing him to sprint off somewhere.

"Nice going." Aizawa said.

"Well I wasn't trying to scare him off!" Vlad defended. 

The two men then shared quick exchanges before they went to part ways. At least they tried to. For some strange reason, they couldn't move more than an inch or so apart from one another. Forcing them to stay way too close to each other. Way up in the other man's personal space.

"You want to move?" Vlad grunted.

"I'm trying to." Aizawa snapped, a little annoyed. No matter what he did neither he nor Vlad could pull too far apart from one another. 

It was as if a gravity force was pushing them to stay so close to each other. It was obviously the effect of the student's quirk. Aizawa tried again to use his power to break the effect.

"Why isn't your quirk working?" Vlad asked.

"I don't know. It feels the same as when I tried to erase the student's quirk before he blasted us. Something about this power is preventing me from nullifying it." Aizawa said.

"Then what the hell are we supposed to do?" Vlad growled. "Be stuck together like this for who knows how long?"

Vlad began to try and shove Aizawa away from him. His brute strength doing nothing to push them apart. All he was doing was agitating Aizawa even further than he already was over this situation.

"Would you stop that?!" He snapped. "That obviously isn't helping doing anything!" 

"It's better than just standing here doing nothing, waiting to see if it wears off on its own!" Vlad argued. 

The two Pro Heroes argued back and forth with one another. Only stopping when Vlad  suddenly froze up. Aizawa looked at the larger man and noticed the frightened expression across his face. Vlad's gaze was fixated a little downwards so Aizawa followed his line of sight. When he noticed, his expression mirrored the larger hero's. 

He's never seen anything like this before. His and Vlad's arms were stitched together as they continued to merge into each other. Aizawa tries to pull his arm free, Vlad doing so as well to no avail. 

"How the hell is this happening?!" Vlad growls. 

He tried to use his quirk, with blood emerging from his suit. Trying to use it to push them apart from one another. To Vlad's surprise his blood quickly receded back into his suit. With that having failed, Aizawa once again tried to use his erasing quirk. For a few moments nothing happens before he is forced to stop when he feels a headache pulse through his head.

"Just what kind of quirk did that student have?" Vlad voiced out loud.

Aizawa thought he had spoken out loud.  It took only a few seconds for him to realize Vlad hadn't said a word. What he had heard was a thought from Vlad's mind. Vlad gives him a similar look of astonishment. Making Aizawa believe that Vladwas also hearing his thoughts.

The two Pro Heroes were truly stuck in this freakish situation. Their arms then began to pull them even closer together. They struggled immensely to stop the unseen force tugging them closer together. With their protests having zero effect in doing anything to stop the process from continuing.

Their contrasting body sizes become one once they are fully pushed into one another as they fuse. The single person left in their place fell down on his knees. His mind falling into chaotic turmoil over the two personalities that were clashing within his head.

He wanted the chaos to stop since the loud voices were causing his head to hurt. He focuses, trying to clear his mind to try to make the echoing wails stop.   

"Shut up." He muttered softly. 

"Shut up already!" He shouted loudly this time. 

The voices suddenly ceased. He was finally left with his own thoughts. Unaware of the flickering remnants of the two Pro Heroes who had fused together to create him. With that headache now gone, he stands up on his feet. Adjusting the special scarf around his neck and wiping the dirt off his black and red hero suit.

He takes a moment to admire how well his muscular physique fills out his new hero suit. The modification he requested for it came back perfectly. The scarf he wears having special vials within the tough fabric. Allowing him to absorb blood from the villains he is facing. With a blood sample from them, he can erase the villain's quirk as long as he has enough of his foe's blood inside the vial tubes within both his scarf and specialty gloves. 

The visor sunglasses he wears allow him to keep his red eyes safe from being hindered by bright lights during the day. His quirk also allows him to see at night and for him to pinpoint a perfect spot of attack in order to draw the amount of blood he needs for a sample. While also making him look more attractive and cool, he thought with a small laugh. 

As he starts walking off to campus he brings his gloved hand up to push back his black and white streaked hair. Making a note to himself how needed to give his spikey medium length hair a trim soon, so it doesn't get too long. Maybe he will have that taken care of after he finishes grading the last few tests from his students.

[danilotfs]

Y’know, I’ve been thinking a lot about being tf’d and hypnotized into acting a certain way, to the point of changing my identity on here as well as changing the way I talk/type...