alphajocklover

[alphajocklover]

Will you ever make a sequel to the Best club in town?

Toxic was once the only gay club in a large area that was mysteriously and rapidly turning into a straight homophobic paradise, with every gay club and LGBTQ space transforming, along with their owners and patrons, into a sexy, dumb, arrogant, straight and homophobic version of themselves. Gay clubs into straight hook up scenes, cute twinks into beefy douchebags, lesbian couples into pairs of bimbos looking for a macho man. Toxic was, ironically, the only gay club in a 50 mile area that hadn’t been corrupted by a wave of sleazy toxic masculinity. It was a little over a year ago that Toxic, and the last gay people in the area, fell to the strange phenomenon, and I’m terrified to say that the area of affect has increased exponentially. It isn’t happening all in one area. If it was, people would have definitely noticed by now. But dozens, maybe hundreds of similar areas to the one I introduced to you last year have popped up all over the world. 

Take these two young men for example. About half a day ago they were a pair of cute, twinky boyfriends who were going on a vacation to the big city to check on some of their friends who had gone strangely quiet. By the time they found their old friends, who had themselves been transformed, they were a pair of partying muscle bros who were just happy to show off their beefy muscles and hunt for a hot MILF to spitroast. Course they’d only be looking at the stacked slut they were fucking. What kind of sissy would wanna look at another guy's cock? Not real men like them.

Since more of these areas have started to show up, it’s been more and more difficult to tell where they will show up. Gay clubs, pro LGBTQ protests, and other places where members of the community are more likely to show up are still the most common areas, but these days they can be found anywhere, all over the world, with some appearing and disappearing, and others staying around permanently. This man, for example, was an archaeology major who was incredibly excited to go on his first dig in Egypt, especially since he knew his favorite professor, and not-so-secret crush, would be leading the expedition. He never showed up at the digsite, transforming into a frat boy who was brought along to lift some of the heavy equipment and whose only reason for agreeing to be there was because he wanted to brag to his frat brothers that he got to fuck some forgein pussy.

The more I learn about this, the more I start to think that someone is behind it all. Well there doesn’t appear to be a specific pattern on where these strange ‘toxic zones’ will show up, they never seem to miss, always transforming at least one gay person into hetero douche. These two were a couple on their honeymoon at a beautiful lakehouse they had rented, and just happened to drive their rented boat through a small toxic zone in the middle of the lake. The zone was there for less than an hour before it disappeared, but it was still able to turn a newly married couple into a pair of bros who just wanted to drink, fish, and talk about how annoying ‘feminist’ and ‘fucking fags’ were without someone calling them out.

From what I can tell, there's about 2,500 square miles of toxic zones in the world at any given time. Its growth has slowed down recently, but the sheer amount of space this transformation covers is startling. 2,500 square miles is larger than some countries. Who would have enough power to transform an entire country's worth of people? And… are they ever going to stop?

[alphajocklover]

Hey Everyone! Just a little non-story announcement. As some of you might know, my asks have been closed for some time. When I started this blog I was so excited to get prompts that I promised myself I’d answer as many as them as I could. But after talking with some other people who have experience writing this kind of stuff, I realized my ambition and expectations for myself were causing me to get overwhelmed and panic. So, in order to avoid burnout in the future, I’m going to be a bit more selective with the prompts I accept going forward. The good news is…

I’m reopening asks!

I may close them again if I start feeling overwhelmed, but for now, if you want to send in a prompt, please do!

Hope you guys enjoy my work and keep reading! See you future jocks, DILFs to be, and aspiring douchebags later!

[alphajocklover]

Could you make a coach tf where an average need is turned into a tf coach who turns other nerds into buff dumb football jocks?

I’ve reported a bit on Jock Studies before, a strange phenomenon where a beefy Coach, or even a teacher, joins a school and introduces peculiar classes that seem to brainwash the young men who attend them into becoming slutty gay Jocks. Some of the Coaches are willing agents of whatever group is going this to colleges across america, well others are older men who stood up to the mysterious group and got brainwashed, just like the Jocks, and some are even certain Jocks who showed potential and, after graduating, were ‘promoted’ to Coach. There are even some lesser Coaches known as Assistant Coaches that are somewhere between Jock and Coach. The Jock Studies Program, as I call them, seems to be very hierarchical. Jocks are always below Coaches of course, with the highest Jocks listening to even lowest Coaches. For Jocks, the size of one's muscles, their age, and the amount of time they’ve spent in the program all come together to  decide where they land on the hierarchy, well the same, plus the amount of jocks they’ve recruited, all decide where a Coach lands. But with how strict the hierarchy is, it's a bit of a surprise to me that people don’t always enter it at the same place. In rare cases, a student can skip being a Jock and become a Coach right off the bat.

I can’t quite figure out what criteria someone has to fill to join the ‘Coach Accelerated Program.’ From what I can tell it's just whoever happens to catch a Coaches eye, and every Coach seems to have a different way of deciding. I’ve heard about one Coach that turns students with bad home lives into Coaches, out of some kind of empathy. I heard about another Coach who picks only the nerdiest students he can find, having some sort of philosophy about the nerdier the kid the manlier the Coach? My Uncle even met a Coach who turned one of his students into a fellow Coach after the two had fallen in love. Whatever it is though… It seems to work. I’ve looked into some of the numbers on Jock Studies transformations (Do not ask me how I got them) and the people who go straight to being Coaches actually are more successful, on average making more, better quality Jocks. It’s not just because new Coaches right away are better either. There's something about these students-turned-older-studs that is just better. Maybe it’s because they still remember, on some level, what it's like to be young? Or maybe there really is something special about those who are picked for the ‘Accelerated Program?’ No matter what it is, it's an undeniable fact that those who graduate the Accelerated Program are the best coaches around. Take these two as an example. 

36 hours ago, these were Tom and Camreon, two nerdy best friends and roommates who went to a small liberal arts college in New York. Coach Stevens, the new basketball coach who had been there for a week and had only just started integrating Jock Studies into the school, had seen something in Cameron. After a long meeting with Cameron to discuss him joining the school's new program, Cameron, now Coach Cox, had agreed to join on as the school's new football coach and Dean of Jockhood. It took one phone call for him to get Tom to join the Jock Studies Program, and he is already both one of the top students, and the new Varsity Quarterback. Just another success story for the growing Jock Studies program.

[alphajocklover]

Bro, I love your InstaJock product. I used to be a small nerd then one of the football players I was tutoring told me about it and asked if I wanted to try it. I've loved it ever since. I think I might even join the football team now.

I… I’m sorry, you’ve actually used InstaJock? Like, you… have used instajock, and have been transformed into a jock by the app? Ok, Wow. I just… I have never actually gotten to talk to someone who's been transformed by Instajock before. I mean, I’ve met people before they get transformed, and those who have been transformed in other ways, but I’ve never actually gotten a firsthand encounter with someone after they’ve been turned. This is absolutely incredible! I mean, it’s probably a trap, since the guy who made the app (mainly so he could make a ton of sexy jocks who worship him), transformed my Uncle into his boyfriend and has been targeting me ever since, but… fuck it, I’m way to curious to turn down a chance to interview you. Plus I’m sure with a few extra protective measures I should be safe.

I have to ask, what did it feel like? To have your entire being, down to your very core, transformed into something entirely different in an instant. To look at this app as a nerd, and press the button, knowing it will seal your fate but too entranced and horny to stop yourself? To be a jock and try to remember your old, nerdy life, only to realize you don’t really care because whoever you were before couldn't nearly be as cool and sexy as you are now? Does it feel like dying and being reborn as a new person, or like evolving into who you always wanted to be but never realized? 

What is it like to have such huge muscles, such dumb confidence, such a clear purpose, to be dumb and manly and hot, to fuck and own and be owned. Fuck, something about that, about being a manly, stupid, dumbass fucking jock sounds so… so gooood….

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Fuck! Ok, apparently my new measures weren’t entirely enough to protect me from whatever you just did there. I'm pretty sure I just spent the last week as a dumb jock? I don't remember everything. A lot of flashes of working out and sucking dick? I think I have a nipple piecing now? Fuck, I guess I should just be grateful some of my backups protections came in handy, so I was able to get out. That was... really intense. Also Interesting, terrifying, and pretty sexy. I might need to be more careful...

...But that was really fun.

[alphajocklover]

I have been working towards my Masters all year. I would just love a break till August and be transformed into a dimwitted huge guy that just likes to workout and chill.

Hey there! Congratulations on getting your Masters! I’m sorry to say it's a little late to spend a whole summer enjoying being a jock. I mean, who starts a summer long vacation in mid-July? That wouldn’t be nearly as fun. But thankfully with a bit of magic, and an annoying amount of time travel, I can give you a full summer as a dumb, muscular, chill jock. More than that, I can give you any summer as a muscular chill jock. This time we’re going retro, and you’re going to pick what decade you want to jock out in! I’ve got 3 years, in 3 different decades for you to experience a summer of dumb jockhood in!

For our first decade, we’re going to be kickin’ it in the 90’s! The era of ‘Saved By the Bell’, Tamagachis, Grunge, Jurassic Park and the Tech boom! You, specifically, will be chillin’ like a villain in 1996, spending your summer as the beefy star of a 90’s blockbuster action film! You’ll get to spend the entire summer as a beefy black stud, spending every day wearing tight clothing over purposely shiny muscles while doing badass stunts, and every night hooking up with your equally hot co-stars. Enjoy both being, and fucking, an Arnie-sized beefcake well making a classic action movie that wil give gay teenagers feelings they don’t understand for decades to come!

Our next option is the totally tubular 80s! The age of big hair, MTV and B-boy breakdancing! We’re going to be dropping you right at the start of the decade, the summer of 1980! There are a lot of different ways we could take this, but I think we should make you a wicked hot gym bro, one with a beefy body and a manly 80’s mullet! Enjoy a radical summer of hanging on the beach, showing off your muscular body, and hooking up for some bodacious babes (or bros!).

The final decade that's up is, if you haven’t guessed, the groovy 70s! Here's the skinny! As tempted as I am to make you a muscular disco stud with pecs so big they rival your afro, I think we’re going to go a studly college student/anti-war activist! With sexy bellbottoms and no shirt, you’ll spend the summer traveling around with a bunch of other hot hippies, protesting, getting high and experiencing free love first hand. Hope you're stoked!

No matter what choice you make, I hope you have an awesome summer! I’ve set up some precautions so you don’t have to worry about changing the timeline, so have fun! Get crazy! And remember, there's always next summer!

[alphajocklover]

I work as a lifeguard at a local waterpark, and i see dilfs all of the time—but they don’t see me. I think it’s because i’m too young and scrawny for them, you think you could fix that?

Hey there! So, I have some bad news, some good news, and some worse news. I’ll start with the first bad news, because it's really bad. I… sort of got hacked. Well, not in the way you’re thinking. With all the sensitive TF related information I have on my computer, I have a lot of protection on it. I can’t expect people to send me their greatest desires if they know they might get seen by someone untrustworthy. The bad news is that I didn’t realize that someone could use magic to hack my computer. They didn’t get much before the protection spell on my house detected it, but it did get a few things. Including… your message. The good news is, I know the person who hacked me, or at least of them, and I know they will actually grant your wish. The worse news is that they’re going to go absolutely overboard.

I don’t know who they really are, but from what I’ve been able to find, they call themselves The Mad Scientist. Like, they actually call themself The Mad Scientist. Which isn’t the most cliche thing I’ve ever heard but is pretty out there. They’re a tf reporter, like me and my Uncle, but they’re a lot more�� reckless. They don’t just report cases and change people based on individual requests, they change dozens, if not hundreds of people at a time, usually without a care for the effect it has on people’s lives. I suspect they’re the one who has been messing with The Master, since they seem to see both The Master and My Uncle as rivals, in some twisted way. It would make sense. They’re powerful, good with tech, love messing with anyone they can, and have no care for how they transform people. And now that they’ve seen your request, you’re their next target. Or, as they’d say, their next experiment. Usually I wouldn’t know what would happen after that, but they actually sent me a video of what they did. I think they did it to mock me. 

It was a regular day at the waterpark, right in the middle of your shift, when it happened. You were watching the wave pool, when you started to notice that every man in the pool was beginning to… change. Some were getting younger, seniors losing years in seconds until they ended up somewhere in their early thirties, well some were getting older, fresh faced 18 year olds aging up as they became more mature, more handsome. Every man, regardless of age, was piling on muscle and growing an impressive smattering of body hair. Looking around in shock, you could see that women and children weren’t affected, and notably every man not in the pool seemed perfectly normal, but every man who was already in the water seemed to be turning into a huge, hung, muscular DILF. You could also see, from the dazed, lust filled look in each of the DILFs eyes, and how they were already starting to grope and kiss each other, that each of them had become gay, slutty and horny.

You knew you should run. That you had to get away from the pool, get out of the park, call the authorities or something. But… everything you wanted was right there in front of you. And, if you ever were cured, you could always say someone slashed you or something. You somehow knew, instinctively, that the water was what was changing these people, and that all it would take to change you into a beefy DILF was a single drop.

As you dipped your toes into the water and felt a haze come over your mind, you could hear loud sexual moaning, all around you, not only coming from the pool, but the other rides. It looked like all the water in the park had been infected with whatever this was. Which meant all of the men in the entire park… You chuckled dumbly and smirked as you felt hair grow across your beefy pecs. This water park just got a whole lot more interesting.

[alphajocklover]

Im a 20 something burned out former gifted kid and after some soul searching and sometime in the gym and watching sports. I have come to realize that my life would have been so much better as a extremely dumb meathead jock. Is there any way to change my past or at the very least erase my IQ.

I completely understand man. Believe it or not, I tend to get burned out myself, if certain things (Like my complete lack of post for the last… forever) haven’t given that away. I know what it's like to be that twenty something year old guy, with everyone telling you that you have your whole life ahead of you, that this is just the beginning of your story, but still unable to let go of the idea that you have already wasted your youth. I get what you’re going through. 

But more importantly, I know how to fix it.

Most people would give you some advice, probably something like ‘you can’t keep looking to the past’ or ‘instead of regret, choose action’ or something like that. It’s good advice, if a bit cliche. But lucky for you, I’m not most people! Instead of giving you advice or helping you move past this regret over something you can’t change, I’ll just change it. I should warn you though, unlike most of my transformations, this won’t be a painless process. To get rid of all of that regret, all of that wasted time studying, all of those pesky little IQ points, we’re going to need to go to the extreme. We’re going to need to burn it off.

A lot of people associate burning, and most things fire related, with destruction, an uncontrollable, pointless, wanton kind of destruction that leaves nothing but ash and pain in its wake. In a way they’re right, destruction is a big part of burning, no one can deny that. It just isn’t the only part of burning, because burning doesn’t just bring destruction, but growth as well. Forest fires burn in order to break the old plants down to nutrients and make room for the new plants. Fevers inside us as our immune systems fight off infections and come back stronger. Muscles burn as we break them down in the gym so they’ll grow back stronger, beefier and sexier. Yes, burning breaks stuff down, but it also brings growth, and if you want to grow into the dumb meathead of your dreams we’re going to have to burn down the old you. Literally.

By the time you read this, you should have received a package from me. Don’t just go opening any unmarked packages though, you’ll know it's from me when you see it. Inside you’re going to find something unusual, a beautiful flame dancing in a jar. Don’t worry about it burning down your house, or of accidentally putting out the strange flame by dousing it with water or depriving it of air. It isn’t that kind of fire. This is a special fire, known as The Fire of Change. Or at least, it’s a part of it. The part I’ve sent you is just a spark, a fraction of the fire's power. It won’t stay lit very long, probably not more than a day after you’ve received it, but that should be plenty of time for you to do what you have to do. It’s going to feel unnatural to do so, mainly because of what would happen if it was any other fire, but for the changes to begin, you’re going to have to place a hand into the flames. It won’t burn, not in the way you’d expect, but it's going to feel hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before, like you’re placing your hand on a star. Before you realize, the flame will spread, traveling up your arm like a fire as it burns away the brush, burns away all you are and leaves something else in its place, something new and pure and burning hot. As the fire passes over your hand and up your arm you’ll watch your skin tan, your hand grow into a thick mitt, and your muscles grow, first your vascular forearms, next your suddenly beefy biceps. The fire will cross over your widening shoulders, down your thick, juicy pecs, burning away every part of the old version of yourself, the burn out version, and revealing something new underneath, someone filled with a masculine energy, a fire of lust. It won’t just be your muscles though, and it won’t just be physical. Yes, tattoos will burn themselves into your skin, stubble will grow on your studly jawline, and your hair will take a golden glow as the fire rages through it. But that same fire will burn through you, through your mind, changing how you think, through your heart, changing who you are, and through both your past and future, changing reality itself around you.

You burned alright. The old, burnt out you has become fuel, fuel to start the eternal flame that is the new you. Manly, cocky, muscular, horny, a true alpha. The new you is a fire that will never go out, that will burn bright like the sun, a fire with a glow that desperate twinks and lesser men will beg to bask in. Go. Burn. Let the fire grow, and spread.

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Hey there! been a while! I want everyone to know that, even though I may post less often, I'm still here and happy to write hot stuff! See you again soon!

[alphajocklover]

for so long I have been this loser nerd could you turn me into a extremely dumb douchebag jock or frat bro

You hated to admit it, but you shouldn’t be here. You wanted to be there, you really did, but deep down you knew that you weren’t the type of guy who belonged at a frat party, especially not one at the Beta Delta Epsilon. 

Beta Delta Epsilon was the coolest, most exclusive frat in the entire university, one known for having incredibly muscular, manly members who most of the girls in the school openly lusted after. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t lust after them too, but as one of the only gay guys in school you were in the minority. Most guys wanted to be one of them instead of being with one of them, but being a gay nerd you found yourself wanting both, something you unfortunately knew was impossible. Not only did Beta Delta Epsilon accept only the most masculine, athletic men for frat, they also only accepted straight guys. It wasn’t an official rule of course, since that would break all kinds of rules, but it was rumored that you’d have to have slept with at least 30 different girls to even be considered to pledge. Which was part of why this whole thing was so strange. Why would an exclusive, popular frat, one that usually only lets in 15 members a year, decide to hold a party for potential new pledges, and invite… you? You were certain it was going to be some kind of prank, that someone in the frat had figured out you were gay – which wouldn’t be hard to do – and was going to make beating you up part of a loyalty test for the real new pledges or something. Still, even though you knew it would probably end with you getting beaten into a pulp, you decided to go. Going meant that you would actually get to see the inside of the BDE frat house, which was usually a privilege kept only for the members or the hot girls they invited to their wild parties. Being able to say he was allowed inside their frat house or considered to join, even as part of a prank, would be a big boost to his popularity, something he definitely needed, if only so that some of the less popular jocks who weren’t part of the frat would stop picking on him. 

Things only got weirder as you entered the frat house. You had expected to be completely out of place, the only geek in a sea of studs vying to join the frat, but instead you seemed to be one of a dozen or so geeks who didn’t understand what they were doing there. Instead of the cream of the crop, this group seemed to be at the bottom of the barrel. Hell, you were probably the least geeky guy here, and that was saying something. As you awkwardly mingled with the others, more and more convinced that this whole thing was going to turn out to be some sort of massive prank, you almost didn’t notice as three people who looked like they actually belonged there entered. You immediately recognized them as three of the most popular members for the frat, Dan Chou, Chad Everton, and frat president Owen Holden.

Dan Chou was possibly the dumbest person you had ever met, but what he lacked for in intelligence he made up for in pure brute strength. He was infamous around school as the frats enforcer, the guy who beat up any geek who tried to speak out against the frat, or who just annoyed them a little too much. Rumor had it that as rough as he was against nerds, he was even rougher in the bedroom, and the parade of sorority girls who had left the frat house with blissed out looks on their face and a slight limp seemed to attest to that. Dan Chou was popular for one reason: because he was pure, unadulterated, aggressive masculinity. Every nerd in school felt a mix of terror and jealousy the moment he walked into a room. Currently he stood to the left of Owen, a disgusted sneer on his face as he looked down on each of you. 

To Owen’s right was Chad Everton, the brain to Dan’s intense brawn. Well, not exactly. Chad was notably smarter than Dan, but what he was really known for was his charms. It was a well known fact around campus that Chad was an utter douchebag, one who cared little for others beyond what pleasure they could bring him, yet despite this well earned reputation he still seemed able to charm anyone into doing anything for him. Girls seemed to melt with every word he spoke, guys listened to him like they were in a trance, and even the nerds he mocked regularly would happily do his homework for him the next day. His cocky confidence and large ego seemed almost like a superpower that let him bend anyone to his will, or at least anyone outside the frat. He smirked at you and the rest of the nerds that were at the party, his grin tainted by an aura of arrogant superiority. Between Chad’s cocky smirk and Dan’s disgusted sneer however was something even more powerful than either of them: Owen Holden.

Owen Holden was… perfect. There wasn’t really a better word for it. Owen Holden was the golden boy, the perfect jock. Just as strong as Dan, just as charming as Chad, and more dominant and commanding than either of them. Dan dominated through his strength and the fear it caused, and Chad did so through his natural charms, but Owen… Owen was just naturally commanding. It wasn’t any specific thing about him, it was just him. If he said jump, everyone in school would say ‘how high.’ He had a calm, collected confidence that made it feel like he owned any room he was in. Right now he was standing in front of a bunch of geeks, flanked by the two other jocks, with an unreadable expression on his face. And weirdly enough, he was looking directly at you. You stared at him for a moment in pure shock, before a slight grin came to his face and he quickly moved on. “Alright you pathetic fucking geeks.” Owen said, the entire room silent as he spoke, his deep voice echoing through the frat house “You’re here for one reason and one reason only: we’re fucking desperate. We’ve looked up and down this school for anyone worthy of joining BDE, and all we’ve found are losers. Which is why we’re willing to give you pussys a shot.” All around you you heard the excited rambling as your fellow nerds turned to each other, some with looks of elation on their faces and others with plainly insulted expressions. You however weren’t excited or insulted, you were confused. Why would an exclusive frat want people like you to join? Even if they were having trouble finding new members because of their standards, why not let some of the lesser jocks join instead of going to the lamest geeks they could find? “Now, to be clear, none of you faggots are joining.” Chad said with a cocky smirk, a sadistic look in his eye as he watched multiple hopeful nerds deflate “At least not as you are now. See, BDE is a frat of alphas. And we aren’t going to lower out standards just for fucking attendance issues.” “But we ain’t gonna let our frat just die out either. So instead of lowering ourselves to you, we’re gonna build you dumbasses up.” Dan continued. Suddenly the room seemed to crackle with electricity. Your hair began to stand on edge as a strange electric charge flowed throughout the room. Out of the corner of your eye you could see some nerds try to make a break for it, only to find the doors locked. “Now, not all of you are going to get in. We only accept the best of the best after all. But you are all about to get a major upgrade. Welcome to the real BDE.” Owen said with a smirk as the electricity grew more wild, and the room was filled with a violently bright light. Your ears rang as your vision returned, and the lightning that had seemed to be shooting through you seemed to dissipate. It took you a moment to realize you were still in the frat house, and another moment to realize that something had changed. You have changed. Looking down you saw you had gone through a complete and total transformation. Your skinny-fat body had been overhauled, your new self having thick, manly arms, huge pecs, and amazing abs. It was like you had been replaced with another version of yourself, one who had been on steroids since he was 10. Looking down you could see that even your cock was bigger, a foot long sausage pushing against sweat pants you definitely weren’t wearing before. Looking around you could see that you weren’t the only one either. Every geek in the room seemed to have transformed into a stud jock version of themselves. You did notice, with a strange flush of arrogance, that you were one of the biggest of the newly transformed jocks. Before you could properly examine those feelings, Owen Holden spoke up once more.

“Alright. Now you guys actually have some fucking potential.” he said with a pleased smirk “Remember, only 15 of you get to join us. But the 15 who do, get a life of alpha male greatness, sports, masculinity, awesome bros, and will have the hottest girls on campus throwing themselves at you.”

As he spoke you felt a desire to join the frat growing inside of you. All of what Owen had described sounding fucking incredible, and you could already picture yourself as a member of the frat, dominating the school, hanging with other manly douchebags and fucking the hottest girls you had ever seen. It didn’t matter that you had been gay 5 minutes ago. Why would it? You weren’t some fucking faggot, not anymore.

“Now, we’re having our first round of eliminations in a week. Each of you is to fuck as many girls as you can before the week is up. The bros with the highest body count get to stay. The rest of you get cut, and have to settle for being in the lesser frats.” Owen said “Now… get out there and have some fucking fun.”

As you swaggered out of the BDE frat house, you could already feel your massive cock get hard as it pushed against your pants. You were going to get into this fucking frat, and you didn’t care how many bimbo sluts you had to fuck to do it.

[alphajocklover]

I was wondering if you could make me a super hot movie star. Like the kind of guy who plays the main male role in a rom com. I’m good either way of it makes me straight as a side effect.

You had never really liked rom coms growing up. You didn’t hate all rom coms, as some were generally good and creative, but a lot of them were just so… formulaic and repetitive. It felt like it was always the same damned story, the same formula over and over again: A stereotypical meet cute between two people who are just attractive enough to be in the movies leads to scripted, unrealistic but fairly cute bickering, which turns into them semi-dating, which is complicated by some dumb misunderstanding that breaks them up, before the two leads dramatically get back together and realize love is the answer to literally every problem in their lives. You knew hating Rom Coms because they were formulaic wasn’t very original either, but you couldn’t help it. They were just so… cheesy! But as you grew up, your opinion of them started to change. You still thought they were repetitive, but you couldn’t help but admire the male leads. They were always so strong, handsome, naturally charming and romantic, everything you, as an awkward young gay man who couldn’t get a date, weren’t. Even the actors had an effortless charm, and you began to fantasize about what it would be to be like them. To be that charming, handsome guy, the kind of guy who could sweep a girl off their feet without even trying, who the camera and audience just loved. Your fantasy evolved from you just being like a rom com male lead, into you actually being one of those actors. Which was why you were so thrilled when you got those free lessons in the new local acting classes. You knew it was probably a little too late to break into the movie scene, but these lessons gave you a chance to live out your leading man fantasies, even just for a moment. 

“Ok, first I need you to take off your shirt.”  “I’m sorry, what?” You asked, confused. You had been more than a little disappointed to find out that, besides the woman actually teaching the class, you were the only person to actually show up. It was a little concerning, but you figured that the class was free, and that less people meant more one-on-one attention from the teacher, a blonde girl named Kennedy who seemed very nice. Until she asked you to take off your shirt, that is.

“Look, I need to know what I’m working with. I know it sounds shallow, but a lot of acting has to do with image, and like it or not, certain physiques get certain roles.” She said, sending you a disarming smile. You weren’t exactly comfortable taking off your shirt in front of someone, as you were a little embarrassed by your average physique, but… it was just the two of you. And it wasn’t like she was a hot guy or anything. While still uncertain, you decided to just get it over with and quickly stripped off your shirt. For a moment you couldn’t meet Kennedy’s eyes, too embarrassed, but a quick look up turned all your embarrassment into utter confusion. It took you a moment to realize that the voluptuous blonde was looking at you with… lust? You felt your cheeks burn as she stepped closer, and a strange feeling built up in your stomach. Seeing the shocked look on your face, Kennedy giggled, a light, almost ditzy giggle that made your head spin. What the hell was happening?

As Kennedy stepped closer and closer to you, your head swam and your skin burned. You felt an unexpected sense of confidence and arousal come over you as she brought her hand up to your beefy chest. Something about that felt… wrong, but… who gave a fuck when this whole thing felt so right? You smirked slightly as you squeezed her ass with your big, manly hand, and pulled her into a deep, dominating kiss. You knew going to a movie intimacy class would be fun, but you had a feeling you and Kennedy were going to have a lot more fun than just pretending to fuck. It wasn’t like you really needed the help anyways. You had kissed and fucked a lot of girls, both on and off the screen. Not a lot of guys can do both professional acting and actual porn, but hey, you were just that good.

[alphajocklover]

I loved the story you did the other day about making a deal with a devil. Could I make a deal with him? You see I’m a huge fan of Zeb Atlas and I want to be just like him. A huge muscular alpha gay male porn star. You think he’d be interested in doing that for me?

Oh thank god. I don’t want to be unprofessional but I’m really glad someone asked about this. Since my last post with Nick, the one where he helped me turn one guy into five by splitting his soul, Nick has been in a bit of trouble. Technically speaking a lot of what Nick does, hanging out with mortals, dating my Uncle, helping me with my work, is kind of frowned upon by the forces of Hell. Hell is not as strict as you might think, since their entire thing is sin and doing what they’re not supposed to, but there are some things that a devil isn’t supposed to do, and using their powers during anything but a deal is a big one. I think making another deal could definitely help smooth things over, especially since he's been so busy with helping me and has kind of neglected his work lately. There is a little problem with your request though. I, personally, try to avoid anything with celebrities in them, not because they don’t use magic or tf stuff, but since reporting on them can draw a little too much attention. However, you said you want to be LIKE Zeb Atlas, not that you wanted to be him or transform him in some way. Plus he is extremely hot, and he isn’t a super big mainstream celebrity, so I think I can get away with it. Let's turn you into a Zeb Atlas look alike!

See, my friend Nick isn’t just going to turn you into someone kind of like Zeb Atlas. For the price you’re paying, you’re going to be turned into an exact copy of Zeb Atlas. From the manly jawline and cocky smirk, to the huge biceps and sexy, almost shockingly wide shoulders, you’re going to practically be his twin. To be clear, you aren’t actually going to be his twin, you’re going to be his doppelganger. I know that sounds weird, but it’s actually weirdly common. A lot of people have doppelgangers, and while both doppelgangers being bodybuilding pornstars is a little unlikely, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen. You won’t have a tattoo like he does, so you’ll have a few differences, but besides that the two of you are going to be almost identical. Even your personalities will be similar, and the same cocky, confident swagger he has will be in every move you make. The best part? You’ll actually get to meet Zeb! Two alpha males who work in porn, it only makes sense for you guys to do some scenes together. People love the ‘getting fucked by twins’ fantasy afterall. Even more, because of your similar personalities, you’ll spend time together outside of work. Soon Zeb Atlas and Zack Titan (thats your porn name) will be fucking inseparable. 

Of course there is a price to pay, and in this case it's going to be a pretty hefty one. You won’t have to give up your soul or anything, since Nick usually gets his souls indirectly, but you will still have to give him something. Two things actually. The first thing Nick wants is your original selves apartment. I can’t be sure why, but I assume it has to do with some sort of long game he’s playing. The second thing he wants? Your and Zeb’s autographs. It’s not everyday you meet the two greatest porn stars of all time.

**I don't usually do TFs that involve real people, even slightly, but I couldn't resist something this hot. Hope you guys like it (and that I dont have to take it down lol)**

[alphajocklover]

what do you think about nerd jock hybrids where a nerd is forced to join the football team where his nerd body is turn into a jocks body but remain fairly nerdy in manner, an intellectual at heart but have the body &  confidence  of a jock

No offense man, but I think you maaaay have read just a few to many of these stories. While many of the people who get transformed into jocks end up like the stereotype, dumb, cocky and toxic, but in reality there are plenty of people who have both brains and brawn. Not to mention, I have actually transformed someone into a jock and let them keep their mind before. Actually I didn’t transform them, but I did report on their transformation. They were one of the rare people to find the revert mind setting in instaJock, something I think the Master put there specifically to mess with people. From what I know now he’s doing pretty good now. Their new body left them with some startling new urges and a manly musk he can’t quite cover up, but they’ve been able to overcome that and put both their body and mind to good use. He and I became pretty good friends, and last I heard he was talking about becoming an astronaut. But I should probably stop with the update and get down to brass tacks. What you’re really asking is if it’s possible for you to become a smart jock, and I’m happy to tell you that it is! While making someone into a stereotype is easier, it's not that hard to change a few things, and I’m certain at least someone in the tf community could give you the body and the confidence without the intelligence loss. The only thing we really need to do is decide how. Normally I’d go over the options, but I’ll admit I’m not sure if any of the tf methods I’ve mentioned so far would really work. Lucky for you, I have a couple new tf methods that I haven’t even used yet that I’ll let you choose from! Your first option is, well, steroids. I know, steroids will make your muscles grow, what a shock! But these are special steroids, ones from the future. I had to take another trip there recently, and picked these up. It turns out steroids get a lot stronger in the next 30 years or so. They don’t have as many negative side effects as regular steroids, and work much faster, but there is a bit of a downside. Mainly anger. Yes, while the balding and acne is no longer an issue, roid rage still is. The difference is its less of sudden burst of rage, and more of a permanent alteration to your personality. You’ll become more aggressive and competitive, more manly and possibly a little toxic. You won’t get any dumber, but you will change. So if you're not one for anger and competition, you might need to pick another one.

Your other option is a piece of candy. As I’ve mentioned before there are a lot of transformation companies out there, and one of my personal favorites has to be Conversion Candy. It's a pretty small shop, one that sells a variety of magical and delicious products, including Himbo Cotton Candy, Muscle bear gummy bears, and Beefy Bull Choco-bites. Personally I’d recommend their version of M&Ms, Muscles and Mind, since those let you get buff and confident while keeping your mind. The only caveat is that they, like every treat from Conversion Candy, are temporary, so you’d have to buy some every week. If you want it to be a one and done type of deal, we need the other option.

So, steroids or sweets? The choice is yours. Either way, I hope you enjoy a life of both beef and brains. Not a lot of people get that, and to be honest not a lot can handle it. Good luck.

[alphajocklover]

I tried to downloead this app from a pirate site... Worst mistaje ever.... I downloaded it in korean, and i cant change the language back, i tried pressing some random buttons and the app went off and a message appeared saying "changes aplying within next 24 hours" can you helo me? I dont know what i pressed, i will never download from pirate sites

So, you downloaded a mysterious app, from a sketchy site, that changed the language of your phone to Korean, a language you don’t know, and now you can’t change it back and it's sending you weird alerts? Before I fill you in on what's happening, I want to ask you something. Your phone language got changed to Korean, and the alerts on your phone got changed to Korean too, right?

So how come you can read the alert? You’re just realizing it aren’t you? You can read Korean. And not just as a second language or something you have to translate in your head. Suddenly reading Korean is coming to you as naturally as reading English does. Or… used to? Why are all the posters in your room suddenly hard to read? You might need to put the rest of this response in a translator, though I doubt you’ll have enough time. If the app has already worked its way into the language center of your mind, I doubt you’ll be able to reverse the effects before the 24 hours is up. So instead I’m going to go over what is happening to you. I hope that knowing what's coming will prove some comfort, but I’m sorry there's not anything more I can do.

You’ve probably guessed, but the first thing that's going to change is your race. You’re going to become a Korean man. Most things are going to stay the same about you at first, as the first few hours are going to be spent just changing your cultural and family history. The next few hours are where things get a little more specifics. They’re already in your head, so the app will probably start by changing your personality. I don’t know what app you ended up downloading, but from what I have been able to figure out, you’re going to have a very specific personality. You’re going to become a trophy boy himbo. A buff, dumb piece of meat whose only purpose is to look handsome on a rich man's arm and take his cock up your ass. I know that seems to come out of nowhere, but I can guarantee that's what's happening. Over the next few hours your history will change, your mind will dim to the point where all you can really do is giggle dumbly, and your body will grow into a manly piece of absolute beef. 

I know that all sounds quick, but 24 hours is longer than you’d think. You should have enough time to make peace with what's happening, say goodbye to your old life, and even enjoy the perks of being a beefy korean for an hour or two, before you become a dumb slut with only enough brain power to ride his sugar daddys cock. I hope you enjoy it. There are a lot of worse things that could have happened from pressing a bad link.

[alphajocklover]

Would love to myself corrupted into a new body lol Some douchebag…maybe some sleazy drug dealer with long hair who always makes demeaning comments, maybe he’s a a rocker or comedian. Or maybe some famous broadway actor turned awful. All womazing assholes and sleazy douchebags. Maybe a preppy. Conservative. Religious or some shit. Awful to women and gays. Long gross hair or short stylish. Chin strap. Smells. Hmmm. Young and dumb…..yeah could you please turn me into an awful straight man?

I’m sorry to say this, but I’m not sure how much I can help you here. It’s not that I can’t transform you like you're asking, I’m just not sure if I should. I don’t doubt that you want to become a straight douchebag, or have any reservations about making you into one in general. I’ve discussed enough douchebag transformations to be comfortable with them, and have even performed a few myself. My problem is that you don’t seem to know what it is you really want. It's one thing to say you want to be a straight douchebag, but when you list a bunch of different types of douchebags and then don’t clarify which one you’d actually like to become, well… It’s hard to know what direction to take this. When someone isn’t specific I usually just go with whatever I think is hot, but to be honest everything you listed is pretty hot, so it's pretty hard to choose. Do I make you into a sleazy, surprisingly muscular and dominant drug dealer who flaunts his ill gotten fortune, or a cool, charming and wild rockstar who constantly sleeps with fans and groupies? Should I transform you into a crude comedian who constantly goes for cheap and bigoted punchlines, or a religious, old money rich boy who's obsessed with his own superiority and good looks? The list of choices goes on and on, and I could come up with even more you didn’t even mention. So, what is someone supposed to do when faced with this many amazing options? Well, one answer is to just pick all of them! So instead of turning you into one straight douchebag, I’ll be turning you into 5 distinct douchebags. It’s… pretty hard to turn someone into multiple people, but I’ll be honest, it’s a challenge I’ve been looking forward to trying. 

The first problem we’re going to have to fix is the souls. I know talking about souls is a little spiritual and technical to be talking about here, but it's actually an important part of magic. Magic cannot create or destroy life, or more accurately, a soul. A soul cannot be destroyed by magic, and a new soul can’t be created by one either. A situation where a new soul is created naturally can happen, and I’m fairly certain it has even happened before on this blog, but creating a new soul, a new person entirely from scratch? That's one of the only things magic can’t really do. So to get around that, we’re going to have to get a little unorthodox and, well, split your soul.

Now I know that sounds bad. If you’ve read the final entry of a certain popular YA novel, then you’re probably wondering if what I’m proposing is going to turn you into a noseless snake man. Rest assured that souls, while incredibly precious, are not as fragile as people think. They’re sort of like livers. You need one, and having a damaged one absolutely sucks, but if with enough time and help, any damage done to one will heal. All we need to do is have my devil friend Nick take a little bit off your soul, put that bit into 4 new bodies, and accelerate the healing process with some magic. It won’t be pleasant, and it will technically involve you allowing a literal devil to toy with your soul since for anyone but a devil it would be literally impossible, but it can be done, and Nick has always enjoyed new experiments. The best part of this one is that all 5 of them will still be you, deep down. You’ll be able to experience what it’s like to be all of them, and even change which one you’re consciously experiencing.

Now that we’ve got all that technical stuff out of the way, we can get into the fun part: the 5 new yous! We’re going to go down the line with what you described, starting with the sleazy douchebag drug dealer. He’s got long, untamed hair, a dull look in his eyes, and some surprisingly big biceps for someone who spends so much time high. Guess the steroids he both takes deals make the little time he actually spends working out all the more effective. He’s the kind of guy who lives by the idea that nothing comes for free, and takes payment in gas, grass or ass. He hates anyone who doesn’t work as hard as he does, or at least as hard as he thinks he does, and isn’t above ranting about all the handouts other people get. He’s a sleazy douche, but one hot enough to girl as much pussy as he wants, if his personality doesn’t send girls running

Your second new self is a bit more fun. Not that being a drug dealer douchebag isn’t fun, but let's face it, everyone wants to be a rockstar. The fame, the fortune, the crowds screaming your name, being a rockstar is every young man's dream, and that's not to mention the afterparties, the tours, and the many, many groupies. Your second self has known what he wants to be since he was young, and has never let anyone tell him otherwise. He’s not used to hearing no, and his cocky attitude is proof of it. He’s always confident, whether he’s rocking out on the stage, fucking a big titted bimbo, or showing off to his legions of fans. He’s also pretty buff, even for a rockstar, so you’re going to have a lot of fun as him

Your third self is also famous, just in a different way. This ones the comedian, and this body is actually asian, not white like you other ones, though you’d never be able to tell from his jokes. With his entitled personality, barrage of racist and homophobic jokes he constantly spews on and off stage, and general narcissism, he’s every bit the entitled American douchebag your other two selves are. The only real difference is that he’s good enough with his timing to attract a fair amount of like minded, usually equally douchey fans who think that because an asian guy is saying it, it can’t be racist. He’s not as successful as your rockstar self, but he’s definitely on his way up, and has been bragging that he’s going to get a netflix deal soon (even though he won’t).

Your fourth and fifth selves actually know each other in their new lives, weirdly enough, since they’re both frat boys. It can be a little disorienting being around someone who's basically another you, but it can also be kind of fun, and you don’t even have to say ‘no homo’ after a handjob, because with him it's basically just masturbation. Of course while they’re both frat boys, they’re actually fairly different. Your fourth self is a more traditional, preppy frat boy. The guy who wear too tight polos, flirts with every sorority girl he can, yells at gay guys about going against the bible while also having as much premarital sex as possible. The one who's going to grow up, get a job at his dads company, and become an even douchier executive. Your fifth self though, is more of a modern day frat boy. He doesn’t wear polos, and in fact almost never wears anything with sleeves. He’s a lot less subtle than number 4, and possibly a bit dumber, but he doesn’t care. He’s a manly stud who gets to fuck hot girls, hang out with his bros, and is certain he can make a on only fans if Football doesn’t work out. Fags may be annoying, but if they wanna pay to watch a video of him calling them pathetic, he’s not going to say no.

So, I’m happy to say that you now have 5 versions of yourself running around, each one a straight, sleazy douchebag. I guess the only question now is which body you’re going to inhabit first.

[alphajocklover]

Hey there, it's exam time and I'm really stressed out man, wondering if I could be a nice hunky southern cowboy who doesn't have to worry about all that?

I’m going to start this out by apologizing, since it’s very clearly been a while since you sent in this request. I mean, exams? Clearly I’ve let things get behind. Between looking for a way to get my Uncle back, investigating InstaJock, all the other stories I’ve been looking into, and some other issues I’ve been dealing with recently, I’ve been neglecting the questions and requests you all send in. I know there's nothing I can do to fix it, at least not completely – I mean I could potentially use my time machine and go back to when you originally asked this, but I think I’ve made my feelings on time travel pretty clear. So, to make up for taking so long, I’m going to do more than just make you a cowboy. I’m going to make you the ultimate cowboy. I’m going to turn you from a stringy, stressed out student, into a hunky piece of certified southern beef. Well, I won’t be. For this I’m going to have to refer you to a friend of mine. I’d like to introduce you all to The Ranch. 

I won’t tell you the specific state the Ranch is in, or any other identifying details like its real name, as I don’t want anyone trying to locate The Ranch on their own, but to anyone looking at it from the outside The Ranch is a small, surprisingly successful cattle ranch somewhere in the american south. Of course, like most things when it comes to TFs, The Ranch is much more than it first appears. The first thing you need to know about The Ranch is that it's a transformation area, of sorts. A transformation area, in case you’ve forgotten, in an area like Maxford, where people who enter the area are transformed in some way. The Ranch isn’t like most transformation areas however, as the transformation doesn’t happen automatically, but gradually, and lasts for some time, even after leaving The Ranch. Basically, any man who enters the grounds of The Ranch and spends enough time there will slowly become more and more of a muscular, beefy cowboy. The second thing you need to know about The Ranch is that it's, well, alive. When I said I was introducing you to a friend, I was being literal. I don’t know how exactly, but The Ranch has a sort of… consciousness. Not a mind really, since a mind would imply a true physical body, but a spirit, one that's not only aware of everything that happens on The Ranch, but can direct and command its magic. The Ranch itself has a consciousness, and intention. I visited the Ranch for a little while, right after my Uncle got changed. Not long enough to transform permanently, but long enough to get to know the Ranch, and some of the manly cowboys who decided to live there permanently after being transformed. For an otherworldly spirit of a magical ranch, The Ranch is surprisingly down to earth. He’s wise, kind, and the human form he takes at times is really handsome. He was incredibly open to my investigation, and over time has become a good friend. The only reason I haven’t written about him before is that I was a little worried about exposing his privacy, but he assured me that it would be ok to mention him. 

Anyways, let's get back to you. In order to become the beefy cowboy of your dreams, all you’ll have to do is spend a little bit of time at The Ranch. You’ll have to help out with the work, taking care of the cattle and the farming, but you’ll have at least a dozen muscular gay cowboys and the spirit of The Ranch itself to keep you company. It’ll happen slowly, but you’ll grow and change overtime, until eventually you’ll be a pinnacle of country masculinity. I’ve already talked about it with The Ranch, and everyone there will be happy to have you. You can stay as long as you want.

[alphajocklover]

Happy Alphaversery! I also got into TF when young(ish) from a book (mine was about a boy who swapped bodies with his muscular gym teacher, and i can definitely see how that shaped my interests in a big way lol) What do you wish you could see more of from the TF community?

Hey! I’m glad to know there are other people who found their way into the tf community completely by accident. That book sounds really interesting, though I tend to do stuff with personality change and body altering instead of bodyswap. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure I’ve ever written a straight up bodyswap. I might need to look into that. 

Anyways, onto your question. I guess there are a few things I want to see in the transformation community. Story wise, I just want to see more TF stories in general, especially jockification. It’s my biggest kink, and I always get excited seeing a new piece of work focused around it. Another thing I’d love to see more of is fanfic! I love seeing familiar characters get jocked up, and should probably write some more myself!

In a less story oriented way there are a couple things I’d like to see in the community itself. I’d like to see a slow shift away from the use of Ai. I’m not trying to be judgemental, but between how common it is for the images used to make databases for AIs to be used without permission, and the environmental concerns, I just don’t think this is something we should make a core part of our work. I do get the appeal, because Ai and Ai images can be lots of fun, and I’ve definitely played around with them before, but I worry that we’ll eventually end up relying on them too much. 

Thanks for the question, and for sharing a bit about yourself! Happy Alphaversary!

[alphajocklover]

First off happy Jockeversery!! My question is for anyone of you but who started Insta-jock? Who was the first customer to use it? How long has in been in circulation?

Hi! Thanks for the congratulations! I'm actually calling it the Alphaversary, but Jockeversery does have a certain ring to it. Now, onto your questions. I'm really hoping this next part doesn't come across as rude. I do want to clarify I'm not talking about anyone specifically, just a pattern I've noticed. I hate to say it, but sometimes I get a little bit annoyed at how little attention people pay to continuity when sending in an ask, particularly when it comes to InstaJock. I understand that looking through all my InstaJock post for specific stuff would be annoying, but if you’re going to ask a question about it, you might want to check them out, just to see if there's already an answer or if there's something you don’t understand. I’ve gotten a lot of prompt from people who don’t understand how InstaJock is supposed to work. I get not knowing who created it, since I’ve only mentioned The Master, the mysterious big bad behind instajock, in a few post, but I keep getting prompts about being slowly transformed by InstaJock, which is against the whole concept. InstaJock works instantly, that's part of why it’s called InstaJock. Instant Jock. That's how it’s been since the first post about it. But that misunderstanding has happened so often that I had to make up a second, mysterious bad guy who's been hacking InstaJock, just so I can mess with the concept. I’m not mad at anyone. If I was mad, I wouldn’t answer the questions, but it does sometimes make me feel insecure about how much attention people are paying to the actual story part of my erotic stories. I hope I’m not offending anyone, this just reminded me of this and I thought I’d take a moment to vent.

To answer your questions, along with a few things about InstaJock I think need clarification, I’ll list them off 1. InstaJock was created by a mysterious man known as The Master. He’s an incredibly powerful, rich and sadistic man. I haven’t expanded much on his personality or what he does, so it makes sense you have questions. He’s essentially the kingpin of the Transformation World I’ve created in my stories. A very rich, powerful man with lots of money, sketchy connections, and no problem using his power to make innocent people his playthings. InstaJock itself was set up by him in order to make himself a worldwide harem of jocks, and he was the one who transformed my character's Uncle into his own personal fucktoy. I’ll admit, I don’t have all the details worked out, in fact I haven’t even decided what exactly he looks like, but all you need to know about him for the stories so far are that he’s sadistic, hates my character, and is untouchable.

2. How InstaJock works is that it’s supposed to turn anyone who makes an account on the app into a dumb jock. The details about their new identity, including their sexuality, race and personality, all depend on how well the victim can navigate the complicated setting page. As soon as the victim takes a selfie for their profile and sets up an account, they’re transformed. It’s an instant transformation, but someone has been messing with the app to make it transform people in other ways.

3. The first person to ever use InstaJock? I’ll admit, that is an incredibly interesting question, one I’d probably like to explore more in a future story. I will say that the first transformation by the InstaJock app probably wasn’t typical. 

4. How long has it been in circulation? My character has only known about it for a year, but it’s completely possible it’s been around much, much longer. The Master could have easily kept it hidden for quite a long time, and probably has other methods of transforming people my character still doesn’t know about.

[alphajocklover]

Congrats on the anniversary! Been reading your stuff since the first few stories. Just wanted to ask as to how you got interested in TF, and how much you wanna explore it in your writing (and to your character, in his reporting)?

Hey there! Thank you, I’m very proud of making it to the one year mark. I tend to have some issues with follow through (Mostly because of ADHD), so the fact I was able to stick to a writing project like this for a full year makes me so proud, even with the breaks I had to take. 

As for your question, I’ll start by answering out of character. I actually got into TF stuff at a fairly young age. Probably too young if I’m being completely honest. It all started innocently enough, with me reading a book. I don’t remember the name of the book, and almost all of the plot has been lost to me over time, but what I do remember is that it featured hypnosis as a major plot point. One of the characters was hypnotised to become a completely different person, and I, a teenage nerd who was on the verge of a classic high school identity crisis, started to wonder if that was even possible. I started looking around online, and while anything too inappropriate was thankfully blocked by my parents filter, I did find some ‘Jock Hypnosis’ videos on youtube, ones that were supposed to turn the listener into a jock. None of them ever worked, partially because they were low quality youtube hypnosis videos and partially because I quickly figured out that the idea of actually transforming, while enticing, also terrified me, but they had a much bigger impact. I still can’t quite explain it, but those videos woke up something inside of me. They weren’t just how I discovered the world of TFs, they were how I realized I was gay. As I got older and eventually turned 18, I started to look deeper into this stuff and eventually found the TF community on Tumblr. I spent a long time reading and enjoying the stories I saw there, but being too nervous to write any myself, even though I love writing. About a year ago however, I got a reply to one of my prompts by @newchangestf which acted as a breaking point. I decided I wanted to write this kind of stuff, and dove right into it! As for what I want to explore in my writing, I mostly do this for fun! I’ve always loved writing and enjoy writing erotic fiction. A lot of people don’t take it as seriously as other forms of writing, which sucks but was weirdly freeing for me. I could just write what I want to, without having to be scared of people judging me. In the future I want to explore even more kinks, though Jockification will always be my favorite, and I want to do more worldbuilding. I know worldbuilding isn’t something you always see a lot of in erotic flash fiction, mainly because it distracts from the hot stuff, which is what everyone is there to see, but I enjoy looking at the details of a concept and working out how it fits into the world around it. Overall I just want to keep doing what I’m doing and have fun. If my blog gets more popular, that’d be great, and if I start consistently doing commissions or hell, write a book, that’d be great too, but right now I’m ok with just having fun and following my heart.

As for my character, I’ve mentioned before that he got into investigating transformations after reconnecting with his estranged Uncle, who was a TF reporter himself before he got transformed into a himbo saving my character. While my character has come to appreciate the world of transformations, and made some friends, his main goal is to rescue his Uncle from the guy who transformed him, The Master. He hasn’t thought much about what to do beyond saving his Uncle. Once or if his Uncle comes back, he’d probably be pretty unsure of himself. Should he go back to his normal life, continue working under his Uncle, or start out on his own? I guess we’ll both cross that bridge when we get to it!

Thanks for the question! Sorry I couldn’t think up a creative way to make the answer hot, but I guess some of the answers are just going to be regular answers. I can’t wait to see how things develop from here!