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Movie Night

The queue outside the small indie cinema was not particularly long. A very special film was on the programme: ‘In Your Dreams’ was the story of two men who had made it to great wealth, but lost it all again before enjoying their good fortune. Ashton Poole and Theodore Butler, two young heirs to wealthy families, had financed the film. Their first investment. Now they would soon reap the rewards of their ‘hard work’.

The cinema was empty. Naturally, the two young men had asked for a private screening. After all, they had made it all possible. A glass of champagne and small pastries stood next to them on small tables. ‘Ash, do you ever wonder what it would be like if we weren't rich?’ asked Theodore, sipping from his glass.

"Honestly not, Theo, I like it far too much for that. Besides, we've always been rich, that should never change," replied Ashton, wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin. The room went dark and the film started.

A velvety voice began to narrate while Theodore and Ashton made themselves comfortable in their seats.

This is the story of two men who came into great wealth with their own hands, only to have it taken from them by two long-established families through fraud. Join us on a journey into the past and into the nefarious machinations of the Poole and Butler families. Learn how they robbed two honest men of their life's work and left them to rot in the street. This is the story of Danny and Zak.

It took a few seconds for the two young men to realise what had just been said. ‘How dare those filthy liars!’ Theodore shouted angrily, throwing his champagne glass towards the screen.

‘That ungrateful little something of a director, I'll have my bodyguard beat him up myself,’ Ashton said, fuming with rage. He knocked over the small table next to him, sending the pies spilling onto the floor, and headed for the door. But no matter how much he shook it, nothing moved.

"Open up! I command you! I warn you, my father knows very important people, you'll regret this? Do you hear me? DO YOU HEAR?" Ashton barked, but no one answered him. He returned to his seat and angrily crushed the expensive pies on the floor.

‘Our lawyers will destroy these losers, they won't produce another film in this country!’ said Theodore with a manic grin as his best friend since childhood returned. "They don't know who they're messing with. We"

But he was interrupted. The narrator's voice continued and the screen now showed a picture of two men sitting together on a bench. They smiled happily at the camera. Theodore made a snide noise.

Let's start by introducing our protagonists. We'll start with Danny Jackson.

As soon as the name faded, the angry expression on Ashton's face disappeared and he stared at the screen.

Danny grew up in the north-east of England. He was a happy child. His father was a miner until he left the family (his wife and five children) behind after a mining accident. His mother and her sister brought up the three boys and two girls. Both sisters died shortly after each other in the Antonius fire.

‘Ha, it serves those losers right, how pathetic, if only they'd been rich,’ Theodore commented spitefully on the description and looked to his best friend for confirmation.

But Ashton strangely didn't feel the usual sense of superiority or indifference at the terrible fates of people who, according to him, were ‘out of his league’. An incredible sadness filled Ashton's heart at the sight of the family pictures shown. It felt as if Ashton had suffered this loss, as if it was his loss that was being recounted there.

"Ash? You don't feel sorry for that rabble, do you?" Theodore asked, but was interrupted again by the narrator's voice.

Despite these terrible circumstances, Danny grew up to be a handsome man of whom his parents would certainly have been proud. It is said that he inherited his dark brown, almost black hair from his mother, which adorned more than just his head.

Ashton's skin began to tingle, like when he was thrown into the nettles by that disgusting boy. He could feel it all over his body. The brown hair on his head darkened and shortened until his well-groomed waves had given way to a short haircut. The tingling had turned into an unbearable itch. Ashton tore and scratched at his clothes. The sensation was driving him mad. What he couldn't see were the dark hairs spreading over the rest of his body. Hair sprouted from his smooth skin under his black turtleneck jumper. Within seconds, his chest was covered up to his collarbones with dark swirls of hair, even if it wasn't visible yet.

"Ash, what's wrong with you? You're not an ape!" Theodore exclaimed, looking at his friend in disgust. But he was now scratching himself more and more. Then a dark shadow appeared on his face. The young face was covered by a veil of black whiskers until a short boxed beard emphasised the edges of Ashton's face.

‘I can't do anything about it, something's wrong, it's this film, my chest itches like hell!’ Ashton gasped and raised his hand to his face, trembling. He looked down at himself. You couldn't see what had happened underneath through his jumper. But he could feel it. How the woven material scratched over his skin and, above all, over something that wasn't there before. Still scratching, he lifted the collar of his jumper slightly and looked at his chest.

Thick black chest hair covered his previously hairless chest. Horrified, Ashton tore the expensive cashmere jumper from his body and revealed his strange metamorphosis. Meanwhile, the film continued to play, showing images from Danny Jackson's life. And with each image, a little more of Danny seemed to seep into Ashton.

Danny was a very hard-working man who didn't shy away from any work. With his strength, he easily broke the record for carrying the biggest milk churn in the neighbourhood - seven times in a row. Perhaps because he was built like a bull, he was always able to impress everyone.

With a crunch, Ashton's slender figure widened as the screen showed images of Danny grazing. Ashton groaned in pain as his shoulders widened, while the black hair stretched here too. Bit by bit, his shoulder blades pushed apart. But that was not the end of it. His trembling hands clawed at his hairy chest, which rose and fell frantically beneath them. But the heaving became stronger than the lowering as they grew into his hands and pecs formed under the hairy skin. He squeezed it in disbelief, feeling the muscle fibres under his skin tearing and growing back together.

‘Theo, help me,’ Ashton gasped and reached out for him. But at that moment, his arms began to shake uncontrollably as the dark hair crawled down his upper arms to his hands. His skin began to bulge as his biceps and triceps contracted and relaxed again, growing larger and larger. As the crunching in his shoulders came to an end, his arms grew in width while his vertebrae stretched in length. At 5′8′’ ft, he was not the shortest before, but the waves of his transformation pushed him even higher. 6′ ft. 6′1′’, 6′2′’, 6′4′’, 6′7′’, . Ashton's face was contorted in pain, but he felt something else welling up inside him besides the pain: Energy. Power that blazed in his body. Veins crawled under his skin, while his increasingly tight armpits were filled with thick black hair. "Theo... please," Ashton croaked weakly under the sound of tearing fabric. But his childhood friend only recoiled in horror at the sight.

Mother Nature had honoured Danny with so many qualities, he had charm, a fantastic countenance, but who would forget the strength with which he carried his own self through the world. Customised clothing made him spend a lot of money a month on suitable garments.

"You... You're a freak... get away from me, I'm warning you," he almost screeched as he stared in disgust at the shifting figure in front of him, which bore less and less resemblance to Ashton. Ashton's legs gave way and he fell over forwards, right in front of his friend cowering on the ground. With a final rip, his expensive jeans split. Pulsing muscles emerged from between the large tears, making their way out into the open. Ashton groaned as his bum bulged out and the remnants of his equally expensive boxer shorts hung down in tatters. What had previously fitted into any slim fit trousers had changed, grown, covered in a light veil of dark hair that slowly worked its way down his cracking legs, seeming to stretch his bones as it went. With incredible effort, Ashton sat down. His eyes were closed, but his legs continued to grow. Pushing aside the last remnants of the jeans, they came closer and closer to Theodore.

He in turn stared at the hairy, muscular thighs that presented themselves to him, until suddenly Ashton's boat shoes tore open - unable to accommodate his feet, which stretched with all their might to size 48. Exhausted, Ashton's legs slumped down and fell on top of Theo's, who let out a strangled, disgusted cry. Ashton breathed heavily but didn't move. Beads of sweat glistened on his changed body in the light of the film. What neither of them realised was that the film was now showing a similar but slightly different backdrop.

But he wasn't just doing it for himself, but for a special person in his life who had been a light in the darkness during difficult times: Zak Ellis, the neighbour's son from two yards away.

Zak. Something inside Theodore stirred at the name. Now it was Theodore's turn to stare mesmerised at the screen, as if he had never seen anything more captivating.

Zak's life had been characterised by loneliness from an early age - his mother died in childbirth and his father succumbed to excessive alcohol consumption as soon as Zak reached manhood. So he grew up on his aunt's farm.

An incredible sadness and melancholy permeated every fibre of Theodore's body and replaced the disgust. Beside him, the transformed Ashton breathed heavily, his legs resting just as heavily on Theodore's.

‘Zak,’ Theodore whispered, inhaling the images on the screen as if they were his elixir of life, his last resort to survive.

His aunt was a strict mistress, but her heart was big and she gladly took her nephew into her home. And this big heart was not only evident in Zak's soul, but even in his body. After all, he had enough in him to wrap that heart in a protective cloak of strength.

Theodore grunted softly as his chest began to ache. Theodore's breathing quickened, but the rising of his chest was not accompanied by the same lowering. As if someone had stuck an air pump into his slender figure, at first only his nipples, then more and more skin and especially the muscles underneath pressed against his loose shirt, making the fabric groan. Pulsating and squeezing, plump pectoral muscles protruded. Under tension, Theodore's nipples rubbed against the silky fabric of the shirt. His breathing became even faster. His pecs continued to expand.

It was not uncommon for his cousins to call him Bull's Champion, a nickname he only revealed to a few in adulthood - but it was clear why he got it. After all, Zak showed an impressive mixture of size, strength and hair magnificence.

Theodore threw his head back as his limbs crunched and cracked. Squeaking, his narrow shoulders widened, pushing him away from the seat. His chest continued to press against his shirt, causing him to breathe heavily.

With his trembling hands, he tried to push his chest back in. ‘Go away, I don't want this!’ he said, alternately shrieking and moaning. But the more he touched himself, the faster he seemed to change. His arms bulged and lengthened, narrow arms that would fit into any wide-cut shirt became fleshy limbs, thick and juicy, trembling with unused strength. And finally, with a final ripping sound, the $470 shirt gave up and hung in tatters over the muscular torso that Theodore now called his own.

Stunned, he looked down at himself. With his mouth open, he saw small dark patches appear on his pale skin before long dark hairs began to snake out of his skin like little snakes. Little by little, the empty space of his curved chest filled up and soon there was barely an inch without thick hair growth. ‘I'm a freak, a disgusting muscle-bound frea...oooooh,’ he moaned, interrupting himself when he felt something else on his chest, making slow circular movements.

His good heart, hidden behind the hairy chest, was already on display at the age of 17 when he saved the life of another young man from the village by using his tremendous leg strength to upright an overturned wagon - Danny Jackson entered Zak's life.

Theodore looked down and saw the hairy man who had once been his best friend crouching above him. And massaged his nipples, cupping his pecs in his hands, circling the sensitive points of his quivering chest.

"You saved my life... I think," Ashton breathed... but it was no longer Ashton. Theodore knew that. It was Danny. THE Danny. His Danny. Theodore stared into the other man's eyes. But it wasn't disgust, it wasn't rejection that he felt. He was attracted to the man, he wanted... wanted...

The two of them were inseparable for several years, not a leaf came between them. They spent every spare minute together. And at some point, dear viewers, what happens so often happened: they fell in love.

He wanted HIM.

‘Come... I...’ stuttered Theodore as his watch flaked off his arm and dissolved into nothingness. Slowly, the grip on his chest tightened. More demanding. With his arms quivering, the same black hair filling his swollen muscles and the depths of his armpits, he pulled As-Danny closer to him, inhaling the other’s and his own intensifying smell.

Another tearing sound. The-Zak's trousers burst open under the pressing mass of muscle pushing in all directions. The fibres of the expensive branded clothing tore apart - slowly his limbs grew, his legs in length and width, thighs like rounded tree trunks, almost the same colour due to the hair on them. 5′6′’, . A-Danny found his growing centre. Crunch. 5′9′’. Th-Zak clawed at the firm muscles beneath his hands, while his body lengthened. crunch. 6′1′’. Crack. 6′4′’.

T-Zak breathed heavily. Unable to ignore the pressure in the centre of his body that kept him from thinking clearly. Unable to ignore the man half above him, sliding his hands over his body. Unable to ignore the feeling of desire that coursed through him. Unable to ignore the particular scent of the other that robbed him of his senses. His own hands found the other's chest. Warm and sweaty, but just like his.

And then their lips were together. Eager, hasty, full of power, their kiss felt like the first of all time. T-Zak's face burned as a dark beard crept up the narrow cheeks - his face cracked as his features became rougher and stronger. He gasped into the kiss, his hands running over his lover's body. Over his Danny. He was... he couldn't take any more...

Together they overcame all of life's adversities, their unity and their love gave them the strength to overcome all hostilities. And so the men full of shadows became a couple full of highlights.

With those words, their hands found each other's cocks and with a voice-breaking moan, they both came on top of each other as the screen went black and the lights came back on in the cinema. For some time both men remained on the floor, breathing, while their new identities slowly took control. They forgot the life of luxury and disdain for other people. They became filled with diligence, ambition and love. So they walked hand in hand from the cinema to their car. Not a limousine, but an older car. They sat there and looked deep into each other's eyes. And with one last kiss, Danny and Zak were back.

Theodore and Ashton had paid their price for their bad deeds and made up for their mistakes. For the two lives they destroyed, they recreated two lives in love (and lust).

It has been... a "little" while ago (September 2022) since I asked on Twitter which story of four suggestions I should write. Well, at that time, the vote was for something film-theatre themed. This story was supposed to be quite short, but somehow the plot took on a life of its own. Still, I hope you like it!

#tf by magic #age progression #Muscle Growth #hair growth #jock tf #musk tf #my work #mental change #beard growth

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megachiraztfs · 10 days ago

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That’s a mask I‘d like to wear. 👀

Ian wasn't sure where the mask came from. He came home from work and found it laying there on his kitchen counter. He thinks maybe his roommate brought it home with him. It was almost October so maybe his friend got this mask for a costume. He thought nothing of it as he got settled in. But when he went to start dinner he picked the mas up. Intending to move it somewhere safe and out of the way, but he ends up looking at the mask longer than he meant to.

The mask was simplistic. Just one that covered one’s face. It felt like it was made of cheap plastic , but the painted detail on it was well done. The facial hair along the lip and chin didn't have any streaks or chips. Nor did the painted on hair that cheap masks like this tended to have. He turns the mask over to look behind it. Frowning he swore he saw this blue iridescent like shimmer move along the back.

‘How strange.’ He thought.

Surely it must have been some trick of the light. Right? Ian brings the mask closer to his face to better inspect it. Unaware of the mistake he just made. To his surprise, the mask lunged from his hands like it had a mind of his own. Latching into his face in an iron grip. Ian shouts, staggering backwards and knocks into the wall.

He grips a hold of the mask and pulls, desperate to get it off. With it having been a cheap plastic it should have been easy. Yet with the mask suctioned into his face he felt it hardening. Shifting into this slippery leather-like material. The mask extends, inching itself to be longer to envelop more of Ian’s face.

“Get off! Get off!” He yells, pulling harder and harder.

The mask now being made of this strange leather, Ian is able to tug it so it stretches somewhat off his face. Only for his grip on it to slip and the mask snaps back over his face like a rubberband. The force knocked the small man into the wall with a thud. Ian groans and freezes up when he swore he heard a deep voice laughing at him. Panicked, he becomes more adamant in trying to remove the mask from his face.

However the mask stretches itself out more, until fully wrapping around Ian’s head. Ian frantically touches the back of his head as he feels the seam along it seal up. Trapping the mask on him.

The young man feels a cold sensation creep over him. His body aching that distracts him. Looking himself over to see his thin lean body frame steadily start to expand. He pulls his shirt up. Watching through the eye holes of the mask that he was gaining muscle. Things got stranger there, the muscle growth rapidly spread over Ian. His arms doubled in size, his legs throbbed while stretching outwards to push Ian’s height up significantly.

The young man was left in a daze, his torso ballooning outwards into this powerful broad wall of muscle. He licked his lips, feeling his tongue tickling along facial hair. This prompted Ian to stumble to the wall mirror in his apartment. Gazing at his reflection, Ian sees the mask looked like it wasn't just stuck around his head, but that it was fusing itself to him.

Instead of it looking like he was wearing an obvious cheap mask, Ian seemed like he was wearing one of those expensive hyper realistic ones. He makes a distressed noise from the back of his thickening throat. Hands resting on his head. Under his touch he feels the leathery feeling of the mask shift. Now starting to feel like soft human skin. His head tingles under the mask with it continuing to infuse itself to become Ian’s new face.

He felt helpless to do anything but stand there. Watching as the painted on hair grows out into this long dark brown mane of hair that reaches past Ian's shoulders. The peach fuzz of a mustache and goatee lengthen. Growing thicker as they connect and spread along Ian’s chiseled jawline. Giving the larger man a dense beard. It wasn't long before the mask had fully bonded itself to Ian. Leaving the former small man in a daze.

He stares with glazed over eyes, his hand reaching up and touching his new face. His old self and memories fleeting from his mind as Ian becomes a distant memory for the brute he has been turned into.

Duncan turns to the front door as it opens to see a guy walking in. The guy was half of Duncan's size and despite not knowing the guy. He feels this familiarity with him.

The smaller man sees Duncan and does a double take.

“W-Who the hell are you?” he stammers.

“Hey bro.” Duncan greets. Smiling widely when he sees the other man checking him out.

He can't help flexing his impressive sized bicep for his new admirer.

“Like what you see bro?” Duncan asks before he stalks towards the smaller man. Eager to now have a little fun.

#reblog #hair growth #beard growth #tf by magic

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megachiraztfs · 3 months ago

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Stick On It

Without much thought, Greg made his way to this new swimming pool - Tropical Island. His brother had given him a voucher. And why should he throw over 60 dollars to the wind like that?

As soon as the young office worker had bought the ticket and changed in the changing rooms, he stood somewhat lost in the middle of an artificial tropical landscape. His gray towel hung over his shoulder, his swimming shorts hanging off his not-so-slim hips. He actually knew why he no longer liked swimming so much. He always felt so chubby compared to the others...

“Ah, young man, welcome, welcome - first time here today?” asked a voice behind him. Greg turned around and saw a... very scantily clad man standing behind him. A pair of tight swimming trunks with a floral pattern was the only thing covering him... well, generously speaking.

Greg nodded and made every effort to look the man in the face, which wasn't exactly easy.

“Then there will be a very special welcome gift. But we'll keep that between us, sweetie,” the man breathed and approached Greg so that he could smell him. A mixture of fruity perfume and salt water. You know, my stickers are quite magical. You almost feel them making you a new man. Just... have fun and we'll be back ... talking in no time.” With these words, the other man slapped a huge pile of flower stickers on Greg's butt and disappeared.

Greg blushed and examined the pile of stickers on his bottom in annoyance, when suddenly an unfamiliar warmth spread through him. Under his disbelieving eyes, the flowers seemed to wander over his swimming trunks and cover them with a colorful floral pattern. Perplexed, he tried to pull the pattern off, but then something else happened. Starting from his new overgrown shorts, dark brown hair suddenly began to curl out of his pale skin. Slowly they crept over his stomach, spreading out a little until they reached his chest. Greg gasped as he felt something else - as the hair crawled over his skin, the muscles beneath his skin swelled. POP. Abs made their way up, one by one. SWELL. Pecs pushed in front of his chest, already generously covered in hair. CRACK. His shoulders widened. STRETCH. His biceps grew, covering the tufts of hair growing under his arms.

“Ooooh, what's going on here, why do I feel so... different... so... relaxed,” Greg mumbled absently, a wide grin creeping onto his face. His hands grew in front of his disbelieving eyes, dark brown hair slowly covering his forearms as well. “Mhmmmm, that feels good,” he whispered breathy, sliding his much larger hands down his body.

POP. His butt began to bulge and suddenly filled out his floral shorts much better. You could almost mistake him for a pillow if it weren't for his extremely hairy thighs peeking out of his pants. POP. CRUNCH. SWELL. Greg couldn't get enough of this feeling. Panting and touching, he stood on the path. His shorts, already slightly straining at the back, slowly pushed up a little as the front began to fill as well. Greg groaned with satisfaction and threw his head back. As if the magic of the stickers had just been waiting for this moment, a dark beard sprouted on his sharpening features, while his teeth gleamed pearly white. “Oh shit... that's the good stuff,” he gasped, feeling all the tension drain from his body. His scalp tingled as a waterfall of dark brown hair poured from his follicles and flowed far down his neck and shoulders. Long hair tickled Greg's darkening skin. All his tension was gone and he wanted nothing more than to show himself... every inch of his sexy, hairy body... his hands flew from his chest, to his hair, gently pulling and enjoying it, to his ass, to his arms... he wanted... he needed...

Suddenly he felt two hands on his hips and a pressing feeling in the center of his body. “So, stallion, why don't you show me what you've got? Maybe you could stick something on me this time...” A carefree grin appeared on Greg’s face, before they rubbed each others bodies, sinking into each other.

So... keep an eye out for flowers, maybe they'll bring you special showers.

… please don’t judge me, because I won’t tell you how long these two pics have been waiting in my drafts.🙈 BUT: maybe thank @occamstfs for encouraging me to look back into my drafts and toss aside my inglorious perfectionism. Or in other words: hi, I’m trying to be back! :D Thanks for all of you who are still lingering here (even without new content)! Have a great day and I hope you had fun! 😎

#tf by object #Muscle Growth #hair growth #beard growth

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megachiraztfs · 4 months ago

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Hey dude, I’m looking for a Viking costume for a party I’m going to. I’m a small skinny hairless guy but I love Viking warriors so much. So big and hairy and fierce. Do you have anything like that in stock?

You walked into the costume shop, feeling like your usual self — small, lean, and smooth-skinned. At 5'8" and weighing around 130 pounds, you were always the guy who blended into the background, never the center of attention. But today was different. Today, you were determined to change that. Your fascination with Viking warriors, those massive, ferocious men with their thick beards, wild hair, and rippling muscles, had always been something you admired from afar. But you had a plan: to become that warrior — to feel as strong and powerful as they looked.You scanned the racks of costumes, until your eyes locked onto something perfect: a leather tunic, rugged and primal. It was just the thing to give you the Viking warrior vibe you were craving. Without hesitation, you grabbed the tunic and slipped it on.The moment the leather touched your skin, something strange and exhilarating happened. A sudden surge of energy ran through you. The muscles that had always been hidden beneath your clothes began to expand rapidly, thickening and bulging with undeniable force. You felt the change happening, starting from your shoulders, down to your chest, and all the way to your legs.In mere seconds, your body transformed before your eyes. You grew taller, now standing at 6'5", towering over your former height. Your weight increased dramatically, as you now weighed a solid 290 pounds, muscle filling out your frame in ways you never thought possible. Your arms thickened with new muscle mass, your biceps swelling to a massive 20 inches, your chest expanding to a powerful 48-inch width, and your abs tightening into a solid 34-inch six-pack that rippled with every movement.Your neck thickened, your shoulders broadened, and your back grew muscular and imposing, every muscle defined. You weren’t just a lean guy anymore — you were a towering, muscular Viking warrior, with the kind of physique you’d only dreamed of.As your body grew stronger, the transformation continued. Your smooth skin began to darken slightly, as intricate Viking tattoos appeared, twisting up your left arm and across your chest. These tattoos, filled with runes and symbols of ancient strength and battle, told the story of a mighty warrior. They spread across your skin like a map of your newfound power.But the transformation didn’t stop there. A thick, wild beard began to sprout from your face, growing fast and untamed, until it was a full, majestic beard that framed your jaw and made you look every bit the fierce Viking you had always admired. Your hair, once short and neatly styled, grew long and wild, falling down in unruly waves that cascaded over your shoulders. It was thick, wild, and full of life, just like a true Viking’s hair should be.You looked in the mirror and saw a completely different person. The lean, smooth guy who had walked in was gone, replaced by a massive Viking warrior. Standing at 6'5" and weighing 290 pounds of pure muscle, your body was now a formidable sight. Your 20-inch biceps and 48-inch chest stretched the leather tunic, while your 34-inch waist kept the look intact. Your tattoos, wild hair, and thick beard gave you an aura of strength and dominance, making you look like a force to be reckoned with.

As you stood there, feeling the power and confidence surge through you, you realized that this wasn’t just a costume. It was you now. You were the Viking warrior you’d always dreamed of becoming. Your transformation was complete, and you were ready to embrace your new identity — the night was yours. You were unstoppable, a true Viking in every sense of the word.

#viking tf #muscle growth #beard growth #hair growth #reblog

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megachiraztfs · 4 months ago

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The day is good with a Thor tf. 🤓

The sound of Thunder echoed in his mind as he lay there. His body rippled with lingering effects of the lightening that had struck him. It didn't hurt surprisingly, if anything the sensation felt good.

He swore he could hear a deep voice in his head. It was oddly soothing to hear as he felt himself relaxing. His muscles ripple, expanding gradually in size that made his shirt feel more tightly around his growing physique. His hair that he kept short had started to grow longer. The dark shade of it becoming lighter in color as hismhair grows past his broader shoulders.

The young man's face itches, days worth of scruff grew into a prominent beard while his features shifted. Making him look even more masculine than he did before. With his body finished its metamorphosis, he felt a booming power blossoming through him. Sitting up he slowly gets to his feet. Looking over himself, admiring the changes that he was bestowed with. Hearing that same voice speaking to him once more. Welcoming him as the new Avatar for Thor.

#thor tf #reblog

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megachiraztfs · 8 months ago

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Halloween Bacchanal

Greek god of madness just wants to see some fun this Hallow's Eve- what better place to start than with little Theo and his satyr costume.

Happy Halloween! Here's my take on everyone's favorite Halloween TF trope: men dressed as satyrs, knights, cowboys and more become what they wear at this hedonistic Halloween party! Hope you enjoy! - Occam

Greek mythology has been an obsession of Theo’s as far back as he could remember. From what his parents say he would force them to read him myths rather than fairy tales before bed each night before going on to spend his waking hours punching way above his literacy level to indulge in every scrap of the Hellenistic pantheon he could stumble across. His dreams were filled with visions of himself aiding Hermes in his tricks and cheering on Heracles in his trials.

It’s no surprise that his time spent in this mythological world influenced his sexuality. What with all the muscular men and tales of transformation he ravenously consumed it doesn’t take a detective to follow the throughline to his present self. In fact he can clearly remember stumbling on a far too steamy illustration of a satyr right when he was about that age that clearly had some deep-rooted repercussions. Which, no surprise, brings him to his current Halloween costume.

He never thought he’d have the confidence to dress up as one but what the hell right? It’s what halloween’s for, just a spot of fun and indulgence. Once he finally decided on biting the bullet and dressing up as his root and began construction on his little costume it’s like he was possessed. Hands worked deftly sewing goat legs and sculpting horns and hooves and before he knew it he was finished before he even realized he had begun.

When the party finally arrived he found himself walking on his toes with a shocking ease, though despite the apparent expertise, his knees began to shake more with each step towards his friend’s apartment. Theo takes a deep breath before knocking on the door, sweating despite the chilly air of autumn against his bare skin. Before he does so the door creaks open and Theo’s greeted by a man he’s never seen before.

Man is almost too inconsequential to describe him. As soon as Theo’s eyes land on him he feels content to spend every waking moment for the rest of his life simply staring at this figure. Dark skin somehow glimmering in the dim light, his teeth sparkle as his lips pull into a smirk. He then turns his gaze onto, into, Theo. It’s as if he were looking through the costumed man, languishing in his past and imagining his future, taking in everything Theo has been, is, and will be. And before a moment passes he shifts to look Theo directly in the eyes, raising a hand to cup his head as if it were a glass, he rumbles out, “I love your costume dear.”

His touch is electric to Theo’s skin, or no not electric, magnetic. The fingers clutching the young man’s jawline leave him wanting more, needing more. Despite feeling frozen in the gaze of this too-ideal figure he craves more than anything to be closer. Lost in his desires, Theo flinches as his ability to ambulate returns and the figure in front of him laughs as he plays with his words, “Dear- Or should I say faun Ah Hah!” Barely a joke, but as the figure begins guffawing Theo cannot help but reciprocate. Compulsive, heaving roars of laughter fill him with ecstasy and delight as memories of raucous nights and impossible debauchery soar into his mind. More real than reality he sees himself with a cup of wine in hand standing in audience of the man now before him.

Just as soon as it began, his laughter jarringly stops and he pulls Theo close and whispers in his ear, “Call me D.” Theo gasps as he is brought closer to D’s form and the intensity of his delight only continues to heighten. Every inch of his exposed torso is suddenly burning with intense pleasure and he shivers as his neck is grazed by D’s sticky breath. In a moment briefer than Theo is able to even grasp, a thought flickers across D’s expression before he looks down at him and his eyes glow a vibrant violet. D stretches his back, doing something between a shrug and a warm-up. Theo trembles at the feeling of his powerful traps and delts moving, allowing him to feel the power they hold as the men stand in each other's grasp.

D once more grabs Theo’s chin, this time angling it up as he cranes down to meet the party-goer’s lips. It’s not quite right to say the kiss was explosive but Theo has no better way of understanding it. It’s as if he were being suffused with power, as if the man’s lips were casting a spell, as if he were drinking in a force of pure energy. Physically, his taste buds are overwhelmed with the taste of wine, richer than any he’s had the chance to experience heavy and sweet and greater than anything.

Theo, sure that he’s dreaming, clutches the man tighter as their lips and tongues continue to dance. If D’s laughter instilled him with memories, their kiss infused something far more real in his mind. Mouth awash with wine, touch burning with pleasure from being lucky enough to touch the man’s powerful form, Theo opens his eyes and rather than seeing the world he knows he was in, he sees D tied up on a ship. Before he can make sense of his surroundings the man breaks from his bonds and the men who must be his jailers flee, hopping overboard before D waves his arms and they are no longer men. He knew the true name of D as soon as wine graced his tongue but it is further confirmed by a vision of him carrying his mother from the mouth of a cave before he sees her apotheosis. He sees grapevines sprouting from arid earth and finally sees the man, the god, bestowing Midas’ golden touch.

These are all brief passages however, pauses in between the meat of Theo’s visions. Accompanied by D, by Dionysus’ laughter, Theo sees hordes of satyrs and nymphs dancing in fields and in forests. He sees wine dripping through thick beards and staining hairy chests. Theo watches revelry devolve into madness as festivities rapidly degenerate from dances to orgies in grass fields. Shifting to an aristocratic masquerade he sees a crowd of straight-laced prim and proper nobles spin in clearly practiced circles until Dionysus, sitting at the main table, rolls his eyes and removes his mask. Calling their attention to himself as soon as they glance in his direction they are changed, filled with bestial need as they return to their partners with an animalistic fervor.

Theo knows these visions should fill him with fear, they are far too real to be dreams. Despite that, despite himself, the scenes only excite him more. He doesn’t know why the god has chosen to show him these events, why he has chosen him, but then he realizes he doesn’t care. He just needs to experience the same. His chest quivers with struggled breaths as he feels consciousness waning as he lies in the god’s arms. With a blink he sees D’s face once more, clearly experiencing more pleasure than Theo could ever offer. His vision begins to fade and his body goes limp in the god’s arms. Theo sees some look of care in D’s eyes that is promptly wiped away with a wink. Smirking, he whispers to Theo, “Hope you lot have fun with my gift-” The sound of the god’s laugh echoes through his empty mind, lulling him to sleep while whatever gift Dionsysus intends for the party festers within him.

When Theo awakens the party is in full swing. He remembers meeting D clearer than anything but everything between that moment and now is obscured. He feels a wet patch in his crotch and quickly crosses his legs to hide the mess made in his excitement. Seeing that he’s finally awoken, his friend Kevin, clad in a cowboy costume, walks over and greets him. “Yoo dude what’s up! Glad you could make it, you know it’s a costume party though ya? Hahah!” Theo narrows his eyes, preparing to call out his friend for being so drunk as to not see the horns on his head before he feels for them and realizes that they are no longer on his head. Indeed, glancing at his crossed legs he finds he’s fully not wearing the costume he so intently made.

Clutching at his chest, his face burns with embarrassment as he so clearly remembers working up the confidence to come here without a shirt on and yet, here he is just wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Seeing his friend rapidly nearing tears Kevin puts his drink down and apologizes, “Hey hey buddy- Sorry I didn’t mean to press you. Do you want to go get some fresh air?” Theo sighs looking at Kevin’s outstretched hand, pouting for a second longer before reaching out to grab it. Never could he truly know what he is about to unleash when he takes it.

How could he, he was still under the impression that his little episode with Dionysus was just that, an episode. Some weird little dream that led to him cumming on a friend's couch like a loser. That is, until Kevin grasps his hand and grows glassy-eyed. Natural color briefly overtaken by a lilac haze, Theo is immediately concerned, “K- Kevin? Did you get some, um weird contacts?”

His friend shakes his head, not out of his stupor but further into it. He clears his throat and his voice is unmistakably deeper, rougher, “Now why’d I go and do somethin’ like that partner?” Theo feels the hand in his own thicken and grow calloused as tanner skin leaks up his forearm. Hair pokes out of Kevin’s wrist, rapidly thickening and growing dark as it matches pace with his increasingly sun-kissed arm. He breaks the handhold and Theo falls back in shock. Kevin stretches and whistles as biceps bulge under his costume which similarly changes texture from cheap linen to dense torn cotton that one would need in his line of work. His line of work?

“Whoooee! Maybe we’ll skip the fresh air eh Theodore? Love to see what else yew can do with those hands.” Theo stutters as the man starts rubbing his back, “I- You-” Kevin’s jaw widens and grows thick stubble as his brow hangs lower over his eyes, a piece of wheat lolls out of his mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Theo pushes away and the cowboy raises a hand in surrender while adjusting his large belt buckle with the other, “‘Ey now no problem amigo, we’ll put a pin in it. Check back in after spreading the love-” He scratches his newly stubbled jaw and tug once more at his crotch as an unmistakably growing package begins to need far more room than his chapped levis could allow. Staring at a man holding a few swords with shoddily sprayed green hair, Theo almost swears he can see Kevin’s dick throb as he begins tugging at his belt.

The young man doesn’t have time to question whatever unthinkable thing he just did to Kevin as he is struck with a headache greater than anything he’s experienced before, as if something were pushing its way out of his head. Throbbing with pressure he clutches at his head and feels two bumps forming and his eyes widen in fear as he remembers the parting words of the olympian, hope you lot have fun with my gift- Across the room Theo hears the voice of the swordsman grow gruffer as Kevin puts an arm on his shoulder. He hasn’t a chance to investigate as itchiness begins to rise across his body.

Theo quickly lurches to his feet and finds it difficult to keep his heels on the ground, as if he has always walked on the tips of his toes. He grunts and keeps his head down, trying to not draw attention to himself as he stumbles to the bathroom. He bumps into another party goer wearing a homemade spiderman costume who grabs him before he can fall.

Fearful that he’s introduced another point of impossible contagion into the party, he looks up and confirms his fears as the padded muscle disappears to be replaced by the hardened abs and arms of a superhero. The man takes off the mask to reveal he’s Theo’s friend Mark, though eyes exposed Theo can’t help but see the lavender corruption in his taking over as his hair throws itself into a middle-part. Grunting as he inches taller, his other web-shooter begins to poke into his friend. Theo runs before he hears whatever smarmy one-liner falls from the lips of a man whose name is Mark no longer.

Miraculously the bathroom is unoccupied when he stumbles in, painstakingly ensuring that his heels stay on the floor with every step. As soon as Theo crosses the threshold he is overwhelmed with a burning itch. Before he even has a chance to check his reflection he’s filled with a supernatural urge to remove his shirt. Ceding to the impulse he no longer sees the unimpressive chest he woke up with this morning, pecs have begun to pad his chest while his few chest hairs have begun to spread like weeds in its center. He clutches at the new pounds of meat piling onto his form and bites back a moan as it fills him with visceral pleasure as his fingers trail through the field of chest hair that is growing thicker.

Only then does he turn his eyes to the mirror and discover that the changes are not limited to his newly-muscled chest. While hair continues to trail down his thicker torso to his similarly strengthening stomach, the hair on his head begins to lengthen and curl as two horns begin to rise above them. His shaky hands go to tug them off as if they were an accessory which only causes his neck to jerk. Leaning in close he parts his hair and clearly sees the keratin growing forth from his skull. Beyond his new spikes he has somehow missed the darkening of his face as just like Kevin, stubble has begun to make its home on his cheeks. Rapidly growing sideburns shoot down his jawline as a real goatee lengthens on his chin.

In shock he falls back against the wall of the bathroom, accidentally losing his footing and catching himself standing on the balls of his feet like he has so pointedly tried to avoid. No longer is it possible to force his heels down as his toes are overtaken by the transformation, hardening and becoming impossibly imobile as they are covered with black keratin. New hooves burst out of his shoes while his pants begin to stretch at an odd angle from legs changing beneath them.

Falling to the floor Theo cries out as he tears at the pants he swore he didn't throw on as his legs irrevocably leave humanity behind. Voice pitching deeper and shifting rougher as his thicker hands struggle against his clothes, he feels the new treasure trail on his stomach thicken as it rises from a bush of pubes so dense that they could be labeled nothing other than fur.

While his hands are unable to make progress tearing at his pants, his growing thighs make light work of the garment as they begin to flourish with fur, rapidly covering with curls thick enough to totally burst the tight pants to tatters. His hands trail upward from his hairy legs, feeling the forest of fur give way to the thick human hair that covers the rest of his torso. He blushes imagining finally becoming a creature he always dreamed he could be.Thick hair trails down his forearms and the smell of the wild rises from pits to be evermore unwashed. His hair continues to lengthen and tangle as he truly becomes a spirit of the wild, a spirit of unchained lusts and unending gaiety.

Rubbing his sweaty body against the floor, hearing his new hooves clatter against the tile, Theo feels his mind begin to be overrun with the instincts and ideas of a creature whose primary goal is the spreading of mirth and the heightening of hedonistic desires. Fear of what he wrought upon Kevin and whatever other transformations launched on the other side of the door falls completely to the wayside as the idea suddenly does nothing but increase his own excitement, his own lustful desires. Groping at the decidedly still human cock hanging in between his thick thighs, Theo finds himself certainly more gifted in this department as well, heavy balls send lustful hunger coursing through him while his new powerful rod stands high and drips with pre. Theo smirks as sweat more powerful than any aphrodisiac trickles from his pores and he stands to a new height.

Were he to exit he would stand a few heads taller than anyone else fortunate enough to be in a room with him, his cock would be fencing with their torsos, and something within him tells him that it’s not beyond him to grow even more formidable. Though latching onto that idea, he realizes the true nature of the gifts bestowed unto him. He instead shifts into a form more enticing to whatever partygoers remain that need further enticing. The new satyr hides his beastier parts and watches as his reflection seamlessly shifts into that of a wild man whom no one would be able to turn down.

His hairy torso still glistens with sweat while he trades his hairy legs for sweatpants that could scarcely hide the powerful package hanging from his crotch. Smirking at his new form, Theo steps out to see what has become of his new domain. Exiting back into the steamy gathering he finds that festivities have not slowed down in his absence. The crowd around the cowboy has multiplied and devolved into quite the intimate pile of bodies, muscled arms and deep moans shoot through the air as every outsider that the horde bumps into finds the idea of joining rather appealing. He sees a man dressed as a caveman beating his chest as weight piles on and instincts take over.

Likewise the costumed superhero that was once Mark has found a crowd of his own. Mask pulled up over his mouth to find dozens of other costumed men wanting for him. Even before he changed he was charming, and now with a body made for the big screen it’s no wonder the crowds are clamoring for him. Though he hasn't the time to spend nearly as much time as his fans desire, after the shortest of moments spent with the amazing man himself they likewise begin filling out. Costumed congregants soon enough find themselves more than willing to spread their gifts with any number of lolling mouths around them.

Theo’s hungry eyes and wanting cock feel the compulsive awareness that there remain attendees deliberately avoiding the pleasures that await them. Point in case, he turns to the balcony to find one of his friends, Peter, dressed up as a knight and hiding from true jubilation. Theo’s lips twitch as he imagines corrupting his bookish friend into someone that can finally let loose.

Prior to the party the two discussed their costumes at length. Both spent a good chunk of energy and care in preparation, Peter’s dressed as his longtime DND character. Just like with Theo, the costume had long been a fantasy for the young man. That is to say, isn't it only fair that he get to experience the real thing just like the satyr? Theo doesn’t hesitate to answer the question as he makes his way towards his friend. Peter jumps as the sliding door creaks open and his friend steps out onto the balcony.

“Jesus- oh? Theo? Is that you?” The satyr smirks as he sees Peter’s anxious eyes appraise him. He contorts his body in just the right ways to get the paladin off his guard, stretching to show the power that rests within him rather than simply flexing. Inviting Pete to wonder what this new form is capable of rather than simply performing a brash display of brutish strength.

Peter blushes though remains guarded, “I um, I thought you were dressing up as a satyr?” Theo tilts his head before laughing at having forgotten his glamor, with the flick of his hand horns return to his head and Peter once more jumps back, though now facing the satyr this sends him far too close to comfort to the lip of the balcony.

Seeing Peter bump against the railing, any playful plans of slowly bringing him into his own euphoric transformation vacate as he instead moves with inhuman speed and pulls the paladin close to him. The clink of Pete’s chainmail and plate echoes on the balcony as the sound of the party behind the two men fades from their ears. Everything in the world around them is instantly muted and dulled besides each other.

Peter’s eyes grow clouded as he has no choice but to inhale breath after breath of the wild man’s sweat as he’s held close. Theo watches his eyes start to flicker violet like the dozens of other men in attendance. He grimaces and clenches at the neck of his armor as he grows unreasonably warm. “Th- Theo. What’s happening to me-” spit trails from his mouth as the metal of armor begins to grow heavier as it turns into the real hammered iron chestplate that a paladin of his station would be expected to wear. He stammers out for help and begins clawing at the suit now too heavy for him to wear, and Theo is more than happy to help.

The satyr feels his hunger for the man in front of him grow with every inch of further revealed skin. Sweaty chest now exposed, Pete’s heaving breaths begin stretching his ribcage larger. When Theo’s hairy hands begin to creep into his kilt Pete pushes the man away despite his own wanting cock begins to stir. This isn’t right, something horrible is happening.

Theo steps back, resigned to just watch for now, and Peter goes to scratch at his arm as a nervous tic. Only then does he notice the great changes that have begun to overtake his physical form. With each movement, small as they may be, his biceps have begun to pulse larger, veins trail down new meaty arms that rival the size of his head. Powerful biceps and defined traps demonstrate his prowess in combat without his even needing to pick up the sword.

His chest tightens as he sees his hands twitch and bulge larger, calluses forming from training for hours, for years, for longer than he could recall spending on anything. His new rough hands race to his scratch at his torso, to remove a costume he’s no longer wearing, but they only find more evidence of growth. Under his chin pecs have clearly burst into existence, below them meticulously carved cobblestone abs that would make any lord proud.

His lavender eyes twitch as the idea strikes him like a club, he’s losing his mind as well. Theo continues patiently watching and waiting for his chance, not to strike but to personally usher Pete into the bacchanal, and as the knight tears off his codpiece to make room for the surging cock beneath it’s clear that moment is rapidly approaching. Tearing off greaves and gauntlets he roars as his neck thickens from that of a modern squire to a proper knight of old. Voice deepening and growing resonant enough to shout orders and taunt those he is to meet at the other end of a blade.

Speaking of blades, returning to the present as his jaw sharpens he sees quite the specimen standing in front of him. Peter’s cock easily pokes through his skirt and stands like a beacon as he ravenously desires the spirit of sex standing opposite. The knight is more than eager to meet the satyr on a decidedly different kind of battlefield than he’s used to. As soon as Theo sees the throbbing cock he pounces and the two enjoy their new forms together on the balcony, in view of the party and the city. Deep, wild moans of pleasure echo through the streets as Theo traces battle scars on the knight's form and Peter tugs at patches of hair that cover the satyr.

Inside, the festivities have devolved into precisely the orgy that the god of revelry and madness had hoped. Cowboys and Spidermen using their webs and lassos to quite creative ends, demons finding the new nerve endings in tails and horns, werewolves truly unleashing the beast and finding more than common ground with vampires who are likewise finally sucking something other than blood. Briefly checking in, he’s pleased that the satyr found his way to the armor wrapped gift intended for him, fingers crossed Aphrodite doesn’t mind his brief step into her domain. But more than that he can’t wait to see where the satyr goes from here, after all, his gifts don’t stop on November first- once a sex spirit always a sex spirit. Theo’s going to find people lining up all the time to experience the reverie he now inherently offers. As the night goes on and the pair rejoin the party it becomes clear that he is not to mind.

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If only it were that easy...👀

A young man exploring the town where they filmed the show Once Upon a Time. He walks to the docks and notices Captain Hook's ship docked further down the harbor. He is curious about it since he doesn't recall any tour guides mentioning the ship being here in town.

He ends up on board the ship. In awe as he explores it, taking pictures with his phone as he does so. The further he ventures on the ship the more he changes.

He grows taller. Clothing turning into an open leather coat and trousers. His torso becoming covered in hair. His clean shaven face itching with new stubble growing along hismrippling face. Soon his memories alter as well. Forgetting his old self as he fully turns into Captain Hook.

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The mission with Alec and Jace

Alec had woken up a early morning on a sunday morning, the sun had hit his eyes from forgetting to close the curtians, getting a call from his sister Isabell to come down to the Institution to report for a new mission that he and his best friend Jace needed to take care of. Apperentlly a Wizard from the Seventh world got loose and the Institution needed Alec and Jace to take care of it.

Alec was quick on his feets, getting ready, took a quick hot shower and threw on black simple clothes. Alec had gotten to the Institution and he went first to the group's table and Jace was already waiting on him. Alec could see Jace look in his eyes, the typical " You're late " even thought it was Jace most of the times being late to the Institution when he was needed.

" Okay Alec, we need to take this Wizard guy down, he wants to create a black hole in to the sky to eliminate all the Shadowhunters in the world so the Higher power can easier take over the Magic World " Jace gave Alec the information on the Wizard, where they thought that he could be, in what world, where, why, some simple background check.

Alec stood there and listen to Jace and he was very consentrated but couldn't help to to admire his looks, even tho Alec was openly gay and Jace was okay with that Alec still felt a little uncomfortable with talking to Jace about his type in men. Alec had to admit, Jace was a good looking man, the marks, the leather, the sexy push-back hair, his strong are.

" World to Alec, hello, Alec hiii we need to leave " Alec unwoke from his dreaming to see that Jace already had start walking towards the exist, Alec started walking quick after him.

" Okay if we take this exist and use a Teleport spell we can teleport in to the seventh world and start looking for the Wizard " Jace explained to Alec his plan, what Alec needed to do, how and where.

" Hey Alec, is there something going on, you zoom out alot and aren't really present it's like talking to a piece of wall " Jace spoke with his arms crossed and looked worried in to Alec's eyes.

Alec and Jace later got to the Seventh world, it was a world that clearly had dealed with alot of fires, the houses were burned and all the trees where gone.

They looked around and finally found the wizard on an opened field, Alec thought to himself " Why an opened field, it's very easy " but the two Shadowhunters Started to run towards the Wizard, the Wizard just laughed, it was all his plan.

When Alec and Jace was running over the field the Wizard used a spell, a black smokey cloud formed around Alec and Jace, they couldn't see each other and couldn't see a clear exist out from the smoke cloud.

Alec was starting to get a headache, a very strong one, he couldn't open his eyes, it hurt so bad, like a migraine. Alec could feel his Shadowhunter marks disappering and he was now ink-less, his legs started grow muscular and biggers, his feet grew a few inches too, his stomach formed a hard sixpack, Alec already had abs but not like this, Alec's new arms became stronger and more muscular. Neck got fuller and his Adam's Apple stood out more. Alec's jaw cracked and got sharper and a light stubble was growing out together with a light mustasch. His cheekbones became more dominante and his brown eyes became a soft blue color. Alec's hair changed from a dark brown to blond and slicked hairstyle. New ruins and ink splatter over Alec's new body.. Jace's old one.

The new Jace got out of the smokey cloud and saw Himself, his old body. Jace had turned in to him.

" How did he - " the New jace cut him off " let's go back and try to figure this out at the Institution Jace... well I mean Alec .. I guess " the old Alec was confused.

The New Alec, old Jace was already heading back to the Institution, the new jace run towards the wizard in secret so the old Jace wouldn't see him talking to the Wizard.

" Good job man, here is your money and thank you " the New jace laughed, all acording to his plan...

To be countined....

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THE NEW PRINCE, HOOK

Under the night-cover, Hook seeked out the witch who was hiding in the outskirts of town. Her lair was a maze of twisted roots and flickering candles, and the air was thick with the scent of herbs.

"I need a potion," Hook demanded, his voice edged with desperation. "One that will let me swap lives with another."

The witch, her eyes glinting with joyfull glee, made a potion with ingredients known only to her dark arts. "This will do the trick," she said, handing Hook a vial of swirling, iridescent liquid. "But be warned, such magic comes with consequences."

Hook didn't care about consequences. All he wanted was to live the life of a hero, to be adored as Prince Charming was. That night, during a grand banquet in the prince's honor, Hook found his chance. He slipped the potion into Charming's drink, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As the potion took effect, a strange sensation overcame them both. Hook felt his body shift, his very essence being pulled and stretched. A violent surge ran through him, as if his bones were melting and reforming all at once. His skin tingled and burned, muscles twitching uncontrollably. He clutched the edge of a table to steady himself, his vision blurring as the room spun around him.

He looked down to see his hand, once rough and scarred from years at sea, smoothing out, the skin becoming fair and un-scared His fingers lengthened, becoming more elegant and refined. He felt his face contorting, bones cracking and rearranging. His jawline softened, the rugged stubble that had always marked his chin receding until his skin was smooth. His nose narrowed, cheekbones rising higher beneath his eyes.

His hair, once dark lightened to a golden color, the strands growing softer and more luxurious. He felt his body stretch taller, his posture straightening from the familiar pirate’s slouch to the proud and straight posture of a prince. His clothes, rough and worn, transformed into fine, royal garments, rich with intricate embroidery and vibrant colors.

Across the room, Charming experienced a similar torment. His handsome, noble features twisted and warped. His golden hair darkened, becoming a tangled mess of black curls. His clean-shaven face grew rough with stubble, his jawline becoming sharper, more angular. His muscular frame shrank slightly, becoming leaner.

His royal attire morphed into the rugged, leather-clad outfit of a pirate. The new elegance of a prince went away. He looked down at his hand, now rough and scared, a pirate’s hook replacing where his left hand used to be.

When it was over, Hook, now in Charming’s body, looked at his reflection in a polished silver goblet. He saw not the feared pirate, but the beloved prince. A big grin spread across his face. He was now Prince Charming, and the real prince, trapped in Hook's form, stared back at him in horror.

The transformation was seamless. No one suspected a thing. Hook reveled in his new life, soaking in the adoration and respect that had always been out of reach. He performed heroic deeds, courted the beautiful Snow White, and lived a life of luxury and honor.

Meanwhile, the real Prince Charming, now in Hook's body, faced a grim fate. Labeled as the notorious pirate, he was swiftly arrested and thrown into the town jail. His protests of innocence fell, for who would believe the words of a pirate like Hook?

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Hook, living as Charming, found joy in every stolen moment of his sad new life. He had no regrets, only a deep satisfaction. For him, there was no need for a happy ending beyond this—the life he had coveted was now his, and he intended to keep it that way.

As for the real Prince Charming, bored in a cold, dark cell, hope seemed a distant memory. The town had moved on, and so had Hook, leaving Charming to rot in the misery of a fate that was never meant to be his.

And so, the tale concluded not with a happy ending, but with a cruel twist of fate—Captain Hook living the life of Prince Charming, while the true prince languished in obscurity, a prisoner of envy and dark magic.

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megachiraztfs · 1 year ago

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megachiraztfs · 1 year ago

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It was quite exhausting, but here it is:

Little question

I thought about an index of my stories on this blog in a blog post, additional to the one already existing. Would that be useful to you?

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megachiraztfs · 1 year ago

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Transformation series

Magic Mirror: If you look into this mirror, you might become a different person. It is truly fascinating how willing some mirrors are to talk and how willing they are to come out of their shells.

Part 1: Slow Down

Part 2: An Improved Life

Part 3: No More Stress

Part 4: Beware of the mirror

Part 5: Even Better

The Wedding: It all started with a divorce and an invitation to a magnificent wedding party. Some people say “A wedding changes a human’s life forever” and I couldn’t agree more.

Part 1: Jealousy

Part 2: Spice Up!

Part 3: Red Love

Royal Revolution: The old and noble family of Cunningham could no longer stand the disastrous situation in the world - it was time for a new aristocracy. Follow the steps of the creation of a new world.

Part 1: The Duke

Part 2: The Recruitement

Part 3: Revenge

Part 4: A New-Old Profession

Part 5: In Need of a Tailor

Part 6: Gardening Time

Atleast six more parts are planned! This series will have about 12 to 15 parts in the end.

House of Change: Deep within rural Europa the house of Gerald E. Baxter can be found - the famous writer with an affinity for supernatural and special creatures who roam inside his house. Every room can be explored only once.

Part 1: The Stage Is Yours

Part 2: Keeper of the Grounds

Part 3: Dark Melody

I’m open for more parts, but have nothing planned in detail!

The Captain’s Crew: After become the Dark One, Captain Hook (Once Upon a Time) needs a new crew. Of course, he has standards and expectations for a true pirate. And although he wants his old friends and other people to join the party, they need some adjustments.

Part 1: Stank

Part 2: Jack & Felipe

Part 3: Elly

I’m open for more parts! 😎

Four (mini series): Four friends have run away from home, leaving their families and their stuffy futures behind. But in the middle of nowhere they run out of gas and find a very special place with a special past. This series is completed!

Part 1: Drew & Finley

Part 2: Jon & George

Part 3: Marc & Fred

Part 4: Bert & Gale

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megachiraztfs · 1 year ago

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Story index

Here you can find a list of my transformations series and other stories with a short summary of what they are about. If you’re curious about one and want more details or want to participate in one, just write me! I'll do my best to keep this list up to date!

Single stories

Family: A story about a poor young man living on the streets who was given a new life by fate.

Unworthy: A story about a young man who couldn't fulfill his family's exspectations and had to pay a price.

Stories from the Grave: A story about why you shouldn't listen to every voice on old graveyards.

The heir of Milton: This is a story about a faithful butler of an old English family who had earned a special promotion.

Forever Together: Being with an immortal warlock made Alec think about his own aging and how he could stop that (Fandom: Shadowhunters).

For each other: Sequel to Forever Together. Mag and Alec get a new addition to their new lifes.

Going To Hell: Robin Hood, Kilian Jones and Prince Charming start a life-changing trip to hell with some monstrous changes.

Becoming a family: This is a story about Harry Potter and his four best friends as they actually become his family (Fandom: Harry Potter).

A preference for Bolts: This is a story about a young man in Scandinavia being blessed by a certain northern god (Fandom: Marvel).

Welcom Home: This is a story about grief and the use of magic to ease that pain for Magnus Bane (Fandom: Shadowhunters).

Watch Out: This is a story about two friends who shouldn't have put on the stuff of two missing guys...

Cold As Ice: This is a story about a cloak that makes his wearer non only loose his emotions (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Love Again: This is a story about a young man who lost everything, but find the love he longed for (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Duty: This is a story about a young man getting a little bit too much into his fantasies about his favourite character (Fandom: Guild Wars 2).

Creation of Friendship: This is a story about a misunderstanding that lead to a brand new and quite thick friendship.

Spin Around: A demon's work can be quite... changing (Fandom: Supernatural).

Reuinited Love: This is a story about a forbidden love that even conquers death.

A New Prince: This is a story about Merlin and Arthur Pendragon with a magical twist (Fandom: Merlin).

New Position: For the first Harry cannot play as a seeker - and needs help for getting ready for a entirely new position (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Filling the Gap: This is a story about two best friends who would've better stay away from a magical crime scene (Fandom: Harry Potter).

Deserved: This is a story about an unlucky guy who gets dumped by his boyfriend.

Spicy Pies: This is a story about a man, lending a helping hand to an old neighbour and is rewarded for his kindness.

Twice the Thunder: This is a story about two roommates without a costumes on Halloween - beware: if you're late, you might feel the consequences (Fandom: Marvel).

The Pumpkin Field: Beware of the magical pumpkins, dear friend - they could be after you! (Fandom: Harry Potter)

Tombola: Original props are the best gift for a fan - they always go deep under your skin! (Fandom: Once Upon a Time)

Push the Buttons: Some games are made to be an experience (Fandom: Assassin's Creed)

Wishes, requests, exchanges

Life-Changing Game for soul-controller: A story about a caught-up college experience in the digital age. Let the game begin!

Learning some manners for an anonymous requester: A story about a macho man who has to learn that not everything always goes his way. With a touch of magic. Dimensional travel. And elves!

Beware of the mirror for musclebishop: As you may know, the Magic Mirror is able to grant wishes. Even those you don’t know. But don’t be rude. Sometimes even the changes are changing.

Beer Up for mcbrute: Zoro (One Piece) has lost his way again and has been invited to the jock pirates’ ship. It’s not just the beer that’s special there.

Green On Birthdays for jungwoosong: Carl really leaves no stone unturned to convince his best friend Noah to watch his favourite anime, One Piece. But it’s only with a birthday present that things get moving.

A New Look for a user on Furaffinity: What started as a pity purchase at a festival out of niceness turned out to be extremely life-changing for Nat.

The Found Jacket for a user on Furaffinity: Timothy just wanted to buy a small ball for his brother, but instead of a stall, found only a stray red jacket.

Old Rivalery for thegeneralguy: Despite unwillingness, a visit to the gym began quite differently than expected - with a very special, haunted prize from a bygone era.

The Risk of Curiosity for itsrainingdilfs: Basic rule: Don’t read out funny-sounding words from old books. You might have company sooner than you’d like.

No More Stress for transformee: In the attic of an inherited house, you can probably find some special things when cleaning up. Even a hidden old mirror.

Good old Australia for changingmen: As a reward for a good deed, a young man is given a little something from the homeland of the man he has helped. With the prospect of a beefy future.

Magnissimus for malebodyandshoeswaps: On the way to his graduation ceremony, a young man’s shoes are destroyed in a chemical accident. But with the replacement pair, he takes his first step into his new phase of life.

Happy birthday for writer-ofstuff: Stiles’ (Teen Wolf) birthday preparations for his steady boyfriend Derek are not going really well. But whether the help from his book was really the right thing to do?

Secret Santa Lottery for bizzhideaway (great story exchange 2020): After Brody had taken part in a Christmas lottery and the notification of the winnings failed to arrive, his winnings were able to surprise him in every way.

Through Your Veins for begon1: If Batman only saw that this was a trap.

Confidence for

TF Captions

A New Curse Part One and Part Two

Freckles

Back to your roots

Boring

Ho, ho, ho!

Buddies

Special Blanket

Himbo Hemispheres

Temple of Amor

Tempting Tapestry

Rental Conditions

What about Green?

Well-minded spirit

Something in the water

Smile

The wrong souvenir

Kinda poisoned

The perfect example

Special Edition

New clothes, new man

Shortage of staff

Electric

By the lake

Smell Like a Hero

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