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U write the Best g2s ever

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Just what they needed.

Tags: #IQloss #gaytostraight #fartkink #burpkink #musktfs

Ian, George, and Zachary were three of the few nerds left at the all-boys university in their county, where there seemed to be more and more dumb jocks and fewer young men with a functional brain.

History class had ended — the one class they genuinely enjoyed — and it was time for the thing they hated most: sports.

As they walked toward the field, they saw a group of athletes gathered, laughing at one of them performing the impressive feat of making fart sounds with his armpit. What surprised them was seeing Will, a former member of the debate club, laughing like an idiot with the group.

“At this rate, we’ll be the only ones from this generation to leave this lumberjack town.”

“No hands!” they heard Will shout before lifting a leg and letting out a loud fart

— PRIRRRRRRRRFT.

The other two friends nodded in disgust.

With a sigh, they pushed through the doors to the sports camp. They had never been athletic or into sports, and everyone knew it. They were easy targets during strength games and hated the sensation of sweat on their bodies, and stench in the locker room after the game was repulsive. They usted everything sports related.

Today, after another humiliating class, just as they were about to head to the locker room in defeat, the gym coach approached them and handed them some bottles with protein shakes.

“This is just what you need. It’ll help boost your perfomance. Drink it at night, and you’ll see; show those idiots what you’re made of!”

Confused but happy about the coach’s unusual kindness — since he usually acted like just another athlete — they headed to the locker room with the protein in hand, feeling slightly more positive as they endured the locker room’s infamous scent: sweat, men’s deodorant, and farts.

That night, the three friends drank their shakes, and just as the coach promised, the next day they woke up bursting with energy. So much energy, in fact, that they felt hyperactive, unable to concentrate even in history class — something they never thought would happen but all they wanted was to run and burn off all that restless energy.

Their ability on the field was undeniably better, from warm-ups to the game itself, where they suddenly seemed to understand football perfectly and even managed to score a few goals. The other jocks glanced at each other, and the three nerds hoped to see looks of surprise on them... but instead, the athletes exchanged knowing glances.

However, the excitement of their success quickly made them forget about it.

“I can’t believe all we needed was a protein shake!” Ian exclaimed.

They headed to the locker room, where the other athletes soon filled the air with their constant lack of deodorant and gas competitions, but this time they were so caught up in their enthusiastic conversation that they barely noticed.

“U guys think the coach will give us more?” George asked.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Zachary replied, leading his friends to the coach’s office.

PRRRFFFFRRRRT

They entered the coach’s office just as he was finishing letting out a loud fart, leg lifted from his seat at his desk.

“Oh, sorry, boys, you caught me at the right time,” he reacted, waving away the stench.

It was the first time they’d been in his ‘office,’ which looked more like a lazy teenager’s room: messy, trash on the floor, and the same locker room smell.

“How can someone like that be a teacher!?” they thought.

“Let me guess, you came for more,” he continued.

“Uh, yeah, we... We really improved today and were wondering if we could get some more...”

Smack!

The coach dropped three protein containers on the table.

“One for each of you. I promise that with one or two shakes a day for 15 days, you won’t even need it anymore, you’ll be masters.”

“That’s it? We don’t owe you anything?” George asked, surprised.

“What are you talking about! No!, can’t a coach care about his students?” he said, pulling them into a sweaty, musky hug.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Really, thanks, Coach!”

“You’re the best!”

The three friends left, thrilled, and as soon as they got home, they almost immediately drank their shakes. The next morning, they thought one more shake to kickstart the day wouldn’t hurt.

Their energy during class was even more hyperactive than the day before — every lesson felt unbearable. They didn’t take notes or pay attention; they just wanted to run across the field and burn off the excess energy.

When sports time came, they practically sprinted to the field and delivered an incredible performance, which they knew was outstanding. Completely sweaty, they walked to the locker room, each feeling an odd discomfort in their stomachs, but they ignored it.

This time, they didn’t even notice the smell, and they didn’t realize they were practically part of it with their sweaty bodies blending into the odor.

“It was amazing,” Ian said. “Zach ran faster than I’ve ever seen, passed me the ball, I sent it to George, and with a header—GO-OOOOURRRP!”

As he tried to shout "goal," that strange feeling in his stomach finally manifested as a loud, forceful burp. Ian blushed, caught off guard.

“Eeeeeh!”

“Nice one!”

A few athletes cheered from a distance.

“Ian! That’s disgu—agh!” George grimaced as a sudden pain struck his stomach, clutching his abdomen.

“You okay?” Zach asked, concerned.

The pain faded, and George sighed in relief, but as his body relaxed... PPPPPPFFFFFFFT!

He unleashed a loud, rumbling fart that echoed through the locker room, earning just as much celebration from the other athletes. The stench soon reached his nose—and his friends’—and embarrassment flooded his face.

A bit curious about the reaction and partly wanting to make George feel less embarrassed, Zach squinted one eye, gave a slight push, and let out a satisfying:

“PRRRFFFFRRRRT!”

"Ahhhhh" he even said at the end.

The fart reverberated throughout the locker room, and the jocks roared with laughter, clapping like fools. The three friends looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh too—maybe it was kind of funny after all...

As the days went by—and the protein shakes too —their concentration in class worsened. Not only did their interest decreased, but their understanding of the lessons also slipped away. Subjects that once seemed simple and addictive became increasingly dull and tedious.

On the other hand, their performance on the field wasn’t the only thing that improved; their passion for it grew too. The game became all they thought about.

Their hygiene, however, took a nosedive. Deodorant became an afterthought, and the once-offensive stink of the men’s locker room no longer bothered them—because now they were part to the odor with constant farts and belches. Without realizing it, they had become part of Will’s group—the group who laughed at armpit farts and, well, just farts in general.

That day, the team decided to host a grand gas competition, and the new members of the team were eager to show their skills.

“ThEeEe cOONSTeEST IS ARR-ABOUT TO START!” announced the team captain, speaking entirely in burps.

One by one, rows of sculpted faces stepped forward to belch loudly with exaggerated expressions, while perfect, rounded butts packed in tight athletic shorts deflated with long, pungent farts.

The three friends now laughed and celebrated those actions, feeling comfortable and happy there. And soon, it was their turn.

Ian stepped forward with a confident grin, pounded his chest, and let out an exaggerated:

“OOOOUAAAAAARRRRRRP!”

His long burp rumbled through the locker room, immediately sparking a wave of celebratory noises. Motivated by the reaction, he pretended to catch the burp with his fist, shove it back into his mouth, and then lifted one leg:

“PRRRFFFFTFFFRRRRRRRFF!”

A fart erupted, filling the room with a rancid taco smell—maybe gone bad tacos.

“Whew! That one was spicy, bro!” George laughed with a dopey chuckle. “My turn!”

The once-intellectual George stepped up confidently, unleashing a long, loud burp, tapping his throat to create varied sounds:

“UU-UR-UUHRP-URP-URR-UARP!”

The divided burp, made up of several smaller belches, had the entire team laughing even harder. Not missing the chance, Zach stood next to him and pretended to “eat” the burps, then immediately lifted his leg and...

“PRRRFT - PRRFT - PRRFT...”

A series of short, rapid-fire farts burst from Zach’s rear in perfect sync with George’s finishing burps—a coordination worth studying... at least in their minds.

“UUUORRRP - PFFFFT - OUURRRP - PRIRRFIFR...”

The three friends laughed, unaware that with each fart and burp, they weren’t just expelling gas and odor, but also shedding the remnants of their personalities. Their dreams of studying away from town and becoming successful artists faded, along with their passion for art. Now, the game was their only focus... Oh, and girls. Zach and George’s homosexuality was sended away if it had never existed. Zach forgot about his long-standing crush on his no-longer-brilliant friend George and now saw him only as a buddy, a bro. George forgot how attracted he had been to all those jocks with perfect bodies—even though he always denied it, he would never admit feeling atracción for guys so gross and dumb, but now he knew thats how a man should be—dirty, gross... and definitely not attracted to other men. All those filthy athletes were nothing more than His friends, His bros, and that was all he wanted them to be.

A month had passed, and protein shakes were a thing of the past—they didn’t need them anymore. They had energy to spare, rarely attending classes, preferring to hang out on the field with the other athletes.

Ian, Zachary, and George had practically become entirely new people. There was no trace of the nerds they used to be—not only had their minds changed and their IQs plummeted, but their bodies had transformed too, now sculpted and athletic from countless hours of playing.

“PRRRFFFFRRRRTFTT!”

Zach let out a massive fart while sitting in a manspreading position with his friends.

“Well?” he asked.

The coach watched from the field as the new athletic, masculine, heterosexual, and dumb friends played a game of guessing what they had eaten based on the smell of their farts.

“Huh... KFC-style chicken,” George said in a much deeper and slower voice, while Ian just fanned the stench, laughing.

“KFC-style chicken!” Zach confirmed, grinning.

The coach smiled as he watched the three friends celebrate that ridiculous achievement, then crossed their names off a list. Proudly, he walked to the principal’s office and handed over the list.

“All done! Who’s next?”

The principal gave him a satisfied smile and handed over the next list.

“Perfect, Coach,” he said. “By the way, the literature teacher has been sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong—apparently worried about the "decrease on the academic performance around here". Maybe you should invite him for some shakes too?”

“Oh HAHA, love to hear that!” the coach replied. “You know, I think we could give some to every one of them; these boys need real men as their superiors, true role models.”

The man grinned.

“I’ll work on the list,” he said, and the coach walked cheerfully out of the office.

On his way out, he spotted a romantic couple—a two guys romantic couple. Without checking if they were on the list or not, he led them with lies straight to the field, knowing the principal would understand that some cases were priorities.

“Boys, give a warm welcome to the new members!” the coach called out, pushing the pair toward the bleachers where Zach, George, and Ian were waiting. The couple tried to resist, saying they never agreed to join the team, but the friends were already ready to welcome the newcomers properly, just as they knew:

The coach smiled and prepared two protein bottles for the new recruits.

It turned out, with the rising abandonment rates in town, the mayor had begun to worry about running out of men for labor—firewood production and farming were the town’s primary sources of income, and they couldn’t afford to lose them.

They realized that the academic ambitions of young men played a role: the more they wanted to succeed academically, the more likely they were to leave town. The more they worked their minds, the less they worked their bodies...

So the county’s all-boys school came up with a solution: the coach’s special formula.

The formula promised to enhance physical performance and interest while shifting aspirations to something simpler, easier... Well, maybe leaving them with no aspirations at all.

“This is just what we need!” the mayor had said.

It was settled—the coach began mass-producing the formula, distributing it to the coaches of the only other two colleges in town. It was working flawlessly—the town seemed to be filling with more dumb jocks and fewer young men with functioning brains. Just what they needed.

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Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to post, but I’ll make it up to you with this story—it's one of my longest ones so far. I promise the next story won’t take as long to arrive, but I want you to know that besides this blog, I also write other things that take higher priority, and I have a pretty demanding job—that’s why it takes me so long.

Without further ado, enjoy! ;)

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Can u write a tfs story into a gassy straight mexican? I love latino gassy guys 🥴 and i Saw You write also on spanish

Yeah, i write on spanish too cause i'm indeed, Mexican;)

Yeah! a latino tfs is on my list!

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Sam Zia

Sam Zia had it all. Chiseled jawline, a body carved from years of dedication in the gym, and a TikTok following of millions who worshipped his advice on masculinity, self-improvement, and how to be an alpha male. He preached discipline, hygiene, and success. His fans saw him as the ultimate peak of male perfection.

But one day, everything changed.

It started subtly. Sam, always precise about his diet, began experimenting with the bulk. Not the clean, protein-packed meals he used to swear by, but the dirty, greasy, carb-heavy food that promised quick mass at the expense of digestion. Burgers, protein shakes overloaded with questionable powders, and eggs—dozens of eggs—became his daily fuel.

At first, he felt invincible. His muscles swelled, his energy skyrocketed… but then, a dark force emerged from within. His stomach began to rebel. Gurgling. Churning. And then—the gas.

At first, he tried to suppress it, maintaining his polished alpha image. But then, mid-TikTok live, it happened.

“Yo, fellas, if you wanna be a REAL man, you gotta—” PFFFFFRRRRTT

A deep, reverberating blast escaped him, loud enough to rattle his chair. He froze. His perfectly sculpted face turned a shade of red he hadn’t seen since his first squat failure.

He expected embarrassment. He expected people to call him out.

Instead? The video went viral.

Comments flooded in:

“Bro is so alpha he doesn’t even care.”

“That was the most masculine fart I’ve ever heard.”

“Real men embrace their natural odors.”

And just like that, a new ideology was born.

It started with one video, but Sam, ever the influencer, knew when to capitalize on momentum. The next day, he posted:

“Men today are too obsessed with being ‘clean’ and ‘proper.’ You think our ancestors cared about showers? Nah, they were out there, fighting mammoths, reeking of strength and dominance. Hygiene is a scam. If you smell bad, it means you’re working hard.”

And the crowd ate it up.

Sam leaned in harder. His once pristine, cologne-spritzed gym clothes became stained tanks with unidentified smears. His showers? Less frequent. His grooming? Nonexistent. His content? A full-on campaign to make men embrace their primal state.

“Ditch the deodorant. Stop washing your gym shorts. Embrace the stench.”

And the most legendary part? The farts.

Sam stopped holding them in. If anything, he turned them into a symbol of raw, unfiltered manliness. Every TikTok featured at least one unholy release, accompanied by a smug smirk. His comments turned into a brotherhood of stink.

“Sam, I took your advice. Haven’t washed in two weeks. My girl left me, but I feel powerful.”

“Dude, I farted in my gym and cleared out the weaklings. Only real men remained.”

“A guy at work told me to wear deodorant, so I quit my job. Thanks for the wisdom, king.”

Sam’s influence was undeniable. Gyms nationwide reported an increase in noxious odors. Deodorant companies saw stocks plummet. High-protein, fiber-loaded diets surged in popularity, not for their muscle-building benefits, but for their ability to fuel the movement.

Even brands took notice. Soon, Sam had sponsorship deals—not for cologne or grooming kits, but for industrial-strength air fresheners (marketed for the weak) and bean-based meal plans.

One day, he posted his magnum opus:

“The real test of masculinity? Walk into a crowded elevator. Let it rip. Stand tall. Own it. If people leave, they’re weak. If they stay, they respect you.”

The challenge took off. #ZiaGasChallenge trended worldwide. Videos surfaced of men proudly fumigating locker rooms, parties, and even dates. The movement was unstoppable.

Sam had transformed completely. The man who once championed clean bulking, high-value grooming, and aesthetic perfection was now the undisputed King of the Stink Bros. He lived by his code:

• Laundry is for betas.

• Showers are optional.

• Farts are power.

His mansion, once pristine, now smelled like a mix of protein shakes, gym socks, and raw testosterone. His fans? More loyal than ever.

And as he sat back, inhaling his own toxic masterpiece, he smiled.

Because this? This was true masculinity.

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love your tf stories that focus around farts + dumbification :) are you planning on writing more? would love to see more that aren’t g2s

Glad u do!

In fact the ones un working on rn, one has g2s and the other one no, so You Will recive that story haha

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Hot! Add some gas and this is perfect (to me)

Halloween Treats

Trent (right) and Derek (left) took pride in their status as fitness influencers. The young gay couple happily posting their daily adventures and travels to share with their growing fanbase. And the two certainly made sure to drop just enough thirst traps to get people paying attention. They offered supplements, online training, diet recommendations etc. to their customers. And on Halloween, they offered some strong opinions.

“You may be tempted by all the junk food,” Trent said, while walking with his boyfriend, “But if you want a body like this, you gotta resist.” He flexes his bicep to really drive home the point.

“Healthy habits start young.” Derek continues, “Which is why this year, we’re not handing out junk. We’ll be offering healthy choices.”

The two smiled and Trent gives his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. Night came quick, and the two boyfriends happily handed out their healthy snacks to the hordes of trick-or-treaters. A few gave dirty looks, while others outwardly expressed their dismay at the lack of candy. But Trent and Derek felt good. The night was winding down and the two sat on the couch, watching TV. When the doorbell rang, they grabbed their healthy snacks and got ready to greet another trick-or-treater. But when they opened the door, there was no one there. Just two candy bars on their welcome mat.

“Odd.” Trent comments, “What’s this?”

“Oh it’s been awhile since I’ve had one of these.” Derek smiles, holding up the candy bar, “I used to love these when I was a kid.”

“We should probably just toss it.”

“Aw come on, babe.” Derek says, “We’re good all year.”

And before Trent could get another word in, Derek took a bite. A big smile formed on his face and Trent couldn’t help but laugh. His boyfriend was right- they could afford one treat. The two closed the door and went back to the couch, where Trent opened his candy bar. And when he bit into it, he felt a wave of euphoria wash over him. A smile forming on his handsome face.

“Oh wow, that’s good.” Trent mumbles, looking over at his boyfriend. Derek was licking his fingers, having finished his candy bar.

“I kinda want another.” Derek mumbles.

Trent goes to say something, but he pauses. There’s something off about Derek. Since when did his boyfriend have stubble? And did his face look rounder?

“Hey...”

“Ugh, its so warm in here.” Derek continues, pulling off his shirt.

Trent gasps when he sees his boyfriend’s torso. His chiseled abs were covered in a layer of soft fat. His firm pecs were starting to sag. A waft of pungent BO fills Trent’s nostrils.

“Babe?” Trent asks, eyes still wide.

“What...?” Derek looks down and gasps, “Oh my god!” His hands move to his growing abdomen and he gasps as they fill with his growing gut, “Babe! What’s happening...”  He belches and his gut pushes out even further.

“I don’t...” Trent winces when he feels his stomach grumble, “No... oh god no...” He whispers as he removes his shirt and looks down.

His eyes aren’t met by his usual Greek god physique. Instead, he stares at his expanding abdomen, as layer after layer of flab build upon themselves. He can feel its heaviness and the new weight he carriers. And he groans as his toned arms also fill with fat, eliminating his picturesque, toned biceps and triceps. He feels his flabbier arms and cringes. It took years to build up his physique. How was this happening? But his thoughts are interrupted. He scratches at his face as scraggly stubble starts to grow in. He quickly whips out his phone and points the camera at himself.

“This isn’t possible.” He gasps, taking in his new form.

He hates how unkempt his hair and new beard appear. His double chin an unwanted addition to his once chiseled face. He looks lazier- uncaring even. Years of working on his body apparently undone in an instant. He gasps as he feels Derek grab a fistful of his gut.

“Fuck babe...” Derek moans, “I love this.”

Trent can’t believe his ears. But as he looks into his boyfriend’s eyes, he notices something off. They appear dim. Uncaring. Lazy. The spark in them gone. Derek pushes himself so that he is now straddling his boyfriend. Their guts pressed together, their moobs sagging. He kisses Trent, running a hand along his scratchy beard.

“Babe... Derek...” Trent groans, “This isn’t...”

But he can’t get the words out. He instead grabs the jiggly flesh of Derek’s fat ass. It feels so good and Trent can feel his thoughts slowing. His exercise routines are becoming foggy. His strict diet, macros, and healthy lifestyle all start to become jumbled.

“No... please not my memories...” He begs softly, starting to enjoy the way his gut feels. How pleasant it feels pressed against his boyfriend’s.

But he can’t stop it. Any memory of a gym session or a workout routine are lost to him. His favorite meal prep recipes gone. And not just from his mind. All the things he saved to his phone, all his progress in the gym that he tracked diligently- all of it disappears, as if it was never done. Their pantry empties of any healthy snack, instead filling with salty chips and candy. Protein shakes become soda. Their home becoming messy and filled with unwashed clothes and dirty dishes. A new lifestyle in both mind, body, and environment. Trent is initially horrified as a wave of laziness and hunger fill his emptying mind. But the former athlete can do little as he gradually accepts this new life. His grumbling stomach snaps him back to reality.

“Oh babe.” He moans, planting a sloppy kiss on Derek’s lips, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

And as the two continued to devour any junk food they could get their hands on, it became clear to them that this was just the beginning. They’d continue to get larger and larger. Unable to do anything to stop it, yet enjoying the feeling of their new flabbier bodies. Besides, Halloween was a time for treats. At least now they’d be able to appreciate that.

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"Golden Shower"

Tags: Male tfs, Fart fetish, burp fetish, gay to straight, dumbification.

Mark was surprised to see the frat boys cheering on the college pride parade. The stereotypical frat boy would be the type of guy who would call him Faggot.

"I guess times do change" he thought.

He kept walking, proud to show off his ass in his neon yellow undies, he knew he wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Nice ass bro" was told by a guy walking back in the opposite direction of the parade, he seemed to be covered in sweat or some liquid.

Mark was surprised by the guy using the word 'bro', it was too 'straight' for a gay guy, but he decided not to give it importance and just thank him for the compliment and give him a flirtatious smile.

"I bet the farts that that Bad boy can let out are WILD hehe" he said happily, letting out a silly laugh and walking away.

Mark raised an eyebrow. That had been too weird.

"Maybe he's just a guy with a fart fetish" he thought and kept walking.

Soon the parade came to cross under a bridge that spanned the highway, on the bridge was a group of frat boys and parade boys; a strange noise came from above the bridge, as they got closer Mark could figure out the sound. It was... Burps and farts?

Those guys were having a burping and farting contest, and were laughing amongst themselves about it!

Mark looked at them in shock. "Whats happening!?"

- Oh, TheRRES mOoRRE OOR ThE WAyrrrp - one of the pride looking guy said on burping-talking to the group.

- Take care of them - said another excitedly

At that moment, just as he was about to go under the bridge, a jet of water or something fell on Mark and his friends. He looked up to see a Lot of frat boys smiling, holding a hose, pointing it at them.

- What the fuck?! - he shouted

The boys laughed as they continued to wet them.

- Hey! - Mark continued angrily, about to complain, but at that moment something struck him: their voice. It sounded much thicker, much more... Manly.

- Bro, what happened to your voice? - said another guy only to realize that the same had happened to his.

- Bro? - Mark questioned him at the use of that word.

One of the boys opened his mouth to say something and what came out was a long and loud...

- UAAAAAARRRPPPPRRRP

Burp.

Some began to laugh and others - like Mark - began to look at each other, confused, even scared.

- What is happening to us, bro? - said Mark, unable to control adding that last word.

- Nothing, is just your new and better versions raining straight to you, guys

They said before spraying them again.

...

Mark doesn't remember anything about that, not that moment or his days as a polite, femenine twink guy. Mark had always been a stupid, straight boy, who loved cheerleaders, watching sports, and having burping and farting contests with his 'bros'.

So when his bros told him they put something in the beer that was capable of changing all those pride boys into MEN like them, even just by touching it, he joined in without hesitation.

-Soon-UUAAARP - Mark burped after a swig of beer - all the boys in the college area will be men, will be our bros, right bros?

-That's right bro - one of his now frat buddies answered as he scratched his crotch shamesly - so keep watering.

Mark smiled mischievously, and yelled:

'golden shower!' as he put the hose near to his dick, waiting for all those fetish deviants guys to come and make his job easier.

Soon he had a nice group under him, he smiled and started watering.

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One of my fav ones

BREEDR

I wake up, slightly relieved I’m not hungover. Maybe I would have been if James hadn’t ditched me. I look down at my phone and furrow my brows. I have a missed call, a voicemail and an Instagram DM all from James left at 4:09am last night. Damn, that’s pretty late, even for James. I listen to the voicemail, struggling to hear James’ voice over the loud thumping club music in the background.

"AY BRO, ITS JAMIE! YOU GOTTA CHECK OUT THIS PERSONALITY TEST IM SENDING YOU, MAN. ITS FUCKIN CRAZY DUDE.”

James' message catches me completely off guard. Since when the hell did this 5'6 gay twink start using the word 'bro'? I mean, I was just with the boy at Glitter & Groove last night, the city's hottest new gay club. And, as expected, he ditched me by the end of the night to go off with some beefy daddy type. The daddy claimed he was straight, but for James, that's just a challenge. He loves the whole idea of "turning straight men gay." Personally, I've always believed that if a straight guy ends up in bed with James, well, he probably wasn't that straight to begin with. You can’t just change someone’s sexuality, but James always thought different. Damn though, that beefy daddy seems to have left a mark on him, got him to say 'bro' and shit.

“bro thiz is the new personalty test i did its so accrate check out the lynk belw"

Damn, this boy’s got an English degree. I can’t remember the last time I saw him make a spelling mistake. It must have gotten really crazy last night.

Anyway, what’s this he sent me? The personality test… ‘BREEDR’, it says. It’s 10am on a Saturday morning. I don’t got anywhere else to be. So, I click the link and am presented with the flashy homepage.

“IT FEELS SO GOOD TO RELEASE WHO I’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THE INSIDE”

Discover Your True Self: Take our 10-Minute Test to Unveil Who You Are at Your Deepest, Most Primal State

I click on the test. It’s just the expected usual run-of-the-mill online personality quiz.

You enjoy learning new things

As a recent English graduate, I can't help but chuckle. Well, I'd be a complete fraud if I said I didn't. I click "yes" on that one. After all, I did just spend years immersing myself in literature and analyzing complex texts. Learning is practically in my DNA now.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like dogs more than cats

I guess. Though I must say the question seems pointless. How does this affect my personality. Whelp, I don’t know what I expected from a stupid online personality test. Sure, I guess I like dogs more.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like hanging out with friends

Are there people who don’t like hanging out with their friends? Okay, faster I get this over with the better. Sure, I’ll answer yes.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

I click quickly through the boring questions until one startled me.

You like big muscles

My eyes widen. Strange question, but I'll roll with it, I guess. I mean, it's not entirely untrue. I've always had a thing for guys with big muscles. There's something about the roundness and masculinity that I've always found appealing. It makes me feel safe and protected, you know? Damn, why am I hard thinking about muscles? I seriously need to get laid. Anyway, I'll just answer honestly. I click "yes" and move on to the next one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You frequently attend to the gym

I chuckle to myself as I read the next question. "You regularly visit the gym and actively engage in weightlifting." Well, that's a bit of a stretch. I mean, I have gone to the gym a few times, but I wouldn't say I actively go. I've always been more of a skinny guy, and the idea of lifting heavy weights in front of all those big, musty meatheads is a bit intimidating. Not to mention the stench in the local gym’s locker room always stank, which didn't exactly make me want to go back. I guess I'll have to answer "no" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Wait, I pressed “no”. Why did it put in “yes”. I try to click “no” again but it seems as though my answer is locked in. Fuck, that might fuck up my results. Whatever, let’s just get this over with.

You often find yourself flexing and admiring your muscles in front of the mirror

I scratch my head, my bicep rubbing off my cheek. Well, now that I think of it, I guess I do sometimes. I mean, I'm not one of those obnoxious bodybuilders or anything, but if I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I might do a bit of flexing. But come on, doesn't every guy do that? I spend hours in the gym every week; is it really that narcissistic to want to show off my biceps every now and then? I guess I'll reluctantly answer "yes" on this one.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You engage in manscaping and frequently wash your body

I do shower quite a bit, especially after going to the gym. Can't stand the thought of going about my day feeling all sweaty and grimy. Besides, the locker rooms at the gym can be quite the stinkfest. I've walked in there and almost turned around immediately. It's like a mix of old socks, musk, and sweat lingering in the air. It's not the most pleasant environment to say the least. So yeah, I guess I'm a little more bothered by bad smells than the average guy. So, yeah, I tend to shower a lot. As regarding the manscaping, I’ve never been able to grow much body hair. Can’t even grow a beard. So, manscaping has never really been a problem for me.

Yes [ ] / No [-]

I curse under my breath as I realize my big fingers accidentally clicked "no" on the question about being bothered by bad smells. Great, just my luck. Hopefully, it won't have too much of an impact on the final result. As I take a deep breath, a sudden hot stench fills my nostrils. It's strong, and I can't help but follow it like a sniffer dog, tracing it to its source. I lift up my arm, and there it is— a wild, tangled forest of armpit hair producing that foul odor. I can't help but give it a nice scratch and shrug. Maybe I did answer that previous question correctly after all. My last shower was almost four days ago, and it looks like my armpits are making up for lost time. Who cares, right? I scratch the scruff on my face, accidentally staining it with my musty stench. I smirk, finding the stench kinda amusing. Let’s just carry on with the test.

You feel at one with your bros

I continue to absentmindedly sniff my own stench, looking at the question. Fuck everyone smells so fucking strong, especially the pits. My bros? I don’t know if I’d call anyone my bros, but I guess in this context, someone like James would be my bro? Like my buddy or something. Yeah, I guess I feel at one with my him and he’s my bro. So, yeah. Me and the bros be pretty in sync my dude. Like we part of a dog pack or something.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

You like to think hard

Fuck, these pits bro. They smell so fucking good. Fuck, oh shit, I’m doing the test man. I forgot. Thinking hard? I mean, I can think hard. Like I’m smart and shit, I think. I went to college… or am I in college? I forget. What was I doing? Oh yeah, the test. I can think but I guess I prefer not to?

Yes [ ] / No [-]

You want countless children

Do I want children, bro? Uhhh, I don't think so. I've never really thought that far ahead, bro, huhuhu. I mean, I'm too busy with college right now, you know, having a blast and getting laid with all the boys I could possibly dream of. I don't have time for any of that family stuff, bro. I'm living my best life in the moment, and kids are not in the picture right now, that's for sure. It’s a “no”, bro.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

Fuck! Did I click "yes"? Words are so fucking hard sometimes, bro. All the letters just get all jumbled up in my head. But hey, I know how to read, though! I'm not stupid or nothin'. I'm studying Engli… I mean, I'm studying… I'm studying business. And business is for bros who have brains. And I have a brain, bro! It's just that sometimes my thoughts get a little lost, you know? But I'm smart and I know it. Gotta keep that confidence, bro!

You feel the primal urge to breed and impregnate as many girls as possible

Fuck, just reading that made me so hard bro. Why am I thinking of big bouncing tits. Stop, I’m gay! Get that shit outta ma head bro. Fuck… imagine some bimbo sliding down my 8 inch cock bro… no! Not… straight. Don’t want to… breed… girls and… impregnate them… with my alpha seed. No… fuck i’m gonna bust bro. No! Just… don’t think about… don’t think about BIG BOUNCING BOOBIES.

Yes [-] / No [ ]

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

I busted a fat nut all in my boxers, bro. It’s a sticky mess down there. I could clean it up but… fuck it, it’ll be fine.

I look up at the screen and see the words

SUBMITTING RESULTS

RETRIEVING BREEDR PERSONALITY PROFILE

I stare at the loading screen, my mouth agape as drool trickles out and onto my big, bouncy pecs. Just seeing that loading circle spin puts my brain at its maximum capacity, bro. It's like my whole world has become this little circle, and I can't focus on anything else. All I can think about is what my result is gonna be, and I'm so damn excited to find out. It's like waiting for the game-winning touchdown in the last seconds of the Super Bowl, bro. I can feel the anticipation coursing through me, and my heart's pounding like crazy. I can't wait to see what kind of bro I'm gonna be, dude!

YOUR BREEDR PERSONALITY IS…

FRAT

FUN-LOVING

ROWDY

ACTIVE

THOUGHTLESS

Fuck, bro! This personality test is so fuckin' accurate, man! It's like they peeked into my brain and saw every little thing about me. It's crazy, bro! I feel like I'm seeing my own reflection, dude. How the hell do they do that? It's like some sort of magic or something, huhuhu.

I gotta share this with the bros, man. I’ll post the link in the University LGBT club’s groupchat huhuhu. It’ll be funny to see what kinda BREEDR personalities they’ll get.

Anyway, dude, I gotta get ready. Me and the frat bros are hittin' up the Freshman Fair today. Gonna go hang out with Jamie and see how many hot babes we can impregnate, bro. It's gonna be a sick day, man!

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"The new gerent"

Tags: fart fetish, burp fetish, IQ loss, dumbification.

I wasn't going to let him win me that job position.

I've been trying hard to be the manager of the company for years, and now this idiot comes along to be the new favorite.

I'd like to say that David just got here because of his influences, or thanks to his perfect body or his attractive face and not because of his intellect and preparation, but... He is all of the above!

It's like a slap in the face to have him around, reminding you how perfect he was.

So when I heard that they were going to announce the new manager and the rumors said it would be David... I started to act. I got a substance on the internet that said that excessive consumption caused a great loss of IQ - besides other side effects i don't even bother to read - and I started adding it to his coffee every day.

At first I didn't see any results, but over time it was noticeable that David was more distracted, little by little I heard rumors that his sales were going down, over time hearing him laugh out loud from his desk became more and more common, which got the rest of the employees confused.

One day I decided to go over to see the reason for his laughter and found David with headphones on, watching a compilation of guys farting caught on door cameras.

- Oh buddy - he said while scratching his crotch - Do you want to see? It's hilarious - he asked me genuinely.

I smiled mischievously.

- No thanks, I came to ask if you wanted coffee.

I continued to administer the formula and quickly the noises coming from his desk were no longer just laughs.

OUUUrrrARRRRRRRP

PRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT

UAAAArRrrp

Burping and farting noises echoed from his office, making all the staff turn to look at him with concern and surprise, except for me, I couldn't help but look with satisfaction, every burp, every fart from David, was one more step from me towards management.

It got to the point where David was just watching videos at his desk, farting, burping, wiping his nose, and annoying the rest of the employees with all of the above, who were quick to complain, the enchantment with David was over.

Soon they announced the new management; me, obviously.

The day I occupied my spacious dream-like new office, I was told that I would be assigned an assistant to share the space with.

"Even an assistant!? This is what I deserve" I thought, until...

PPPrrrRFFFFttttTTTTT

I heard a long and loud fart from the other side of the door and soon David entered, happily, with each step bouncing his perfect - fart machine - ass.

"Empty the tank before entering, boss," he told me straight away as he started to put his stuff on his desk.

"No... It can't be possible" I thought. "David will be my assistant!?"

- Ready to team up? - he asked me while scratching his butt with his hand inside his underwear and then extending his hand waiting for a shake.

I tried to ask for a change but they said they always choose the one who gave the second best results for being the 'right hand' of the gerent, and at the time it was David.

I'm cursed.

Now I have to spend the rest of my days working at this company - which I expected to be my job until I retired - with a guy who doesn't seem to be able to not fart for more than 15 minutes, and at this point most seem to be okay with it, they laugh with him about it, they love him again! I guess it's funny when you can see it and then you can go back to your office, but stops being funny when you have to hear it, smell it or even feel it! for your entire work shift!

At least he can still bring me coffee...

*David's Pov*

I smile proudly as I watch all my office bros laugh at my best trick: farting while shaking my butt. They love it!

"Oh shit, the boss's coffee!"

I finish with the copies and go back to the kitchen for the cup of coffee, while I'm there I take out a small bottle with a green liquid that I took from the boss's things and pour some into his coffee. I don't know what sweetener it is, but I know it's one of the boss's favorites, he always made the coffee he brought me with a bit of it, so he must love it, I'll make sure I never forget it!

- UuUARRRRRRRFRrrrp - i burped - ugh, those eggs from my breakfast are kicking in

- PRRRRFFFFFFFFT - followed by a big fart - okay, back to work.

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"Relaxed Straight"

Tags: Gay to straight, fart kink, IQ loss, personality change.

***

I can't believe we wore the exact same outfit - Teodoro said angrily as he entered to a cheap brand clothing store he found on the way.

He had left a party where another gay guy with who he didn't get along, had arrived wearing the same baggy pants and the same pastel pink shirt, and even the same pink glasses; it was totally humiliating.

"I'm sure he saw my outfit on my stories and imitated it just to annoy me" he thought.

He tried to find a good outfit at the atore but most of them were basic straight man clothes.

At the end, he decided for a crop top from the women's section and some basic jeans.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the brand.

"Relaxed straight"

- More like "Stressed gay" - he said to himself

When he was being atend at the counter before getting into for trying on clothes, the changing room worker looked at him with a strange smile... like mischieveous while drinking a can of beer, something gave him a bad feeling... Also, why is he allowed to drink at work?! But he decided to ignore it, at the the end he was just going to try on some clothes and leave.

He entered the changing rooms that emanated a bad rancid smell, so he began to change immediately to finish soon and scape from that place.

Soon enough he was in his underwear, and when he tried on the pants, he was surprised by how well they fit him.

Happy, he posed in front of the mirror, however, that happiness soon began to be overshadowed by a feeling of strangeness.

A slight burning sensation began to spread from his ankles up, soon the sensation took over all his legs and even his butt.

Thinking that he was having an allergic reaction to the cheap fabric, he tried to take off his pants but he couldn't unbutton them, it was like they were glued to him.

- AHHH - he shouted and immediately put a hand to his mouth when he realized that his voice sounded much deeper.

'Whats happening!?'

While he was stressed looking at himself in the mirror trying to figure out how to take off his pants, he realized that the pants were no longer so loose on him...

It seemed that his legs had thickened, they looked wider and more muscular, so much was the change that the pants went from loose to tight...

Still scared, he turned around with the intention of leaving the changing room and asking for help, but when he turned around he could see the exact moment when his ass swelled... His once flat ass was growing, filling with fat and muscle, until it had a large and enviable bubble shape.

This time, instead of worrying, he couldn't help but smile... Why stress over the fact that his body was magically changing if it was changing for the better? Besides, with that ass, surely his crush Isaac would finally pay attention to him...

Usually he would fantasize about Isaac, the handsome bisexual fuckboy from college fucking him... The idea seemed so sexy, so desirable... But when that image came to his head, this time what he felt was rejection.

"Maybe Isaac isn't my type anymore..."

What was his type? When he tried to think about how he liked men, images of curvy women with big breasts came to his mind.

"This Is getting to weird!" He tought.

Scared again, he tried to take off his pants, but when he reached for the zipper, he found a huge erect dick.

- Huhu, how big - he said, surprised and pleased, while looking at his new big member.

Now he thought: What did it matter if his mind was magically changing if at the same time his body was improving?

- What a nice cock - he said to himself, looking at his reflection with a cocky attitude - it would be a shame not to use it, huh? Maybe im a top after all.

He turned to look at his incredible ass.

- Well, it also would still be a shame not to use it - he said while slaping his buttcheecks - but I guess it still works for...

FFFRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRRP

His ass released a huge, loud fart while Teo laughed with a laugh that was now as clumsily and slow as him.

- Stills works for that, huhuhu - he finished while fanning the stench of the fart, it smelled just as rancid as the changing rooms when he had entered to.

He already had completely forgotten his concern and his plans to escape, and with every more minute he spent in those pants he also forgot the person he was...

He couldn't stop thinking on how good his cock was and how bad he wanted to use It... With a woman, he was craving for some vag.

And every fart he was letting out, Teao was farting away all those toughts that could stress him, his vanity, his college goals, his IQ...

Turning him Just as the brabd name, relaxed straight.

After a while posing for the mirror he prepared to continue trying the rest of the outfit, but soon he realized the options in his fitting room...

A women's crop top? He must have been confused when grabbing the clothes from the counter, he wouldn choose those girly clothes...

He left the now even stinkier room and asked the employee of moments ago for a basic shirt of any color.

- But hey, a man's color, bro - he specified.

Soon the employee arrived with a black t-shirt without a print.

Teo tried it on, it was perfect! Nothing could go wrong with basic outfits of one color.

He was about to change back into the clothes he had arrived to and then go to pay for his new outfit, but he looked confused at his belongings:

Baggy decorated pants? Pink short t-shirt? Pink glasses? Was this his outfit?!

Imposible! He wouldn't go out in that!

- Hey bro! - He said to the worker - Is there a problem if I pay wearing this? My previous clothes were shit, that's why I came here, It was an emergency

- No problem bro, and they do were shit, you looked like a sissy - the worker finished drinking his beer and released a loud and shameless burp - UAAAAARRRRPPP

- Nice one - Teo laughed

- But not anymore, mah bro - the employee continued - now you look relaxed and straight.

The new Teo got into his car, turned on the radio to the sports section, stroked his member and smiled as he drove back to the party, ready to find some girl to use It.

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I feel like he doesnt look like the kind of guy that would fart this shamesly but he does and its fucking hot

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"My brother's stench"

Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.

Rewrite by me.

⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)

"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.

So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.

"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was

"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.

PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT

"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."

"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.

He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.

The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp

"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.

When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.

"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.

"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this,"  he says, touching his bulge.

"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.

"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"

"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."

He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."

"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.

"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."

"I do! But-"

But he interrupts me.

"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro." 

...

"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."

"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.

"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.

This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.

I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.

"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"

Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."

"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"

"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.

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Hope you enjoyed.

This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:

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I wanna re write this cause is so good but so short but the acount is deactivated so can't ask for permission 😭

My Brother’s Stench

“Bro, please wash my boyfriend’s body. I’m begging you”

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend’s big, beefy body, he was jealous. So jealous that he decided to cast a spell and possess him. So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend’s body. He’s acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do. He’s flexing my boyfriend’s muscles and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It’s gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

It’s almost like he takes pleasure in my disgust. At breakfast, he pushed me up against the wall, let out a deep burp and blew the fowl stench into my face. When watching the game, he will lift his butt, laugh and yell “Protein fart!” as he lets out a long groaning hot stench that makes my eyes water. He’s turned my boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I‘m scared that I’m never going get my real boyfriend back. I don’t want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

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BBBBRRRRPPPTPTTTTTTT

A loud trumpet blast hits your face, an eggy smell making its way up your nose. A bet, it was a dumb bet that I didn’t think I could lose but here I am. A few inches from Brett’s bubble butt constantly blasting my face. Singeing my nose hair and blowing back my hair. Fogging up my glasses only for the spray of sweat glistening down his cheeks clearing the fog.

“Alright boys here comes another one” Brett says to his gaming buds on the mic.

Ppprrrttt

“Oh that one was smaller than I thought. Lucky y… “ A loud gurgle interrupted a Brett as a devilish grin grew on his face. You couldn’t see his face but you were shaking in fear of what was to come. “Guess your luck has just run out. Listen to this one boys” Brett says. The smell hitting you before you even hear the blast begin.

First it was dry and loud, akin to an orchestra loud and overpowering. A horrid smell but nothing you’re not already used to. After a two minute uproar it was still going strong but got quoted and wetter spraying your face with sweat. The air quality only getting worse as the smell of a barn begins sweeping throughout the room.

“You bro it sounds sick. Be happy y’all aren’t here!” Brett says laughing with each breath.

At minute five you thought it was over quiet apart from Brett’s laughter and then a sight of relief broke his laughter. A vile smell the worst thing you’ve ever smelled entered your nose. You kept gagging not being able to breathe until everything went dark. Brett still ripping for another minute before realizing he couldn’t feel your breath hitting his cheeks anymore.

“Oh look like he passed out. Well that doesn’t mean I stop”

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#weightgaintfs #weightgain

Alexander belched. He had just downed an “Instant Mass Gainer” shake that came from some French company.  He had heard rumors that these products worked, but he was skeptical of the claims.  This particular shake promised to add around 60 kilos to a man’s frame in a matter of minutes.  Ridiculous! Absurd- but the shake itself didn’t look like normal protein shakes, it was totally black, flask like in shape, and had a bright red warning saying it would cause him to permanently gain around 60 kilos of fat and muscle mass. Its a good thing he could read some English and French, he thought. 

Well, he had to try it. He had to give it a shot. He wanted to get bigger after all, and why the hell not give it a shot?  His lifting buddy Ivan stood by with his phone ready.  “ Well, lets see if it works!”

“Do you feel anything?”

“Bloated” Alex shot back. “ My stomach is definitely full of something.  Damn.” Alex felt something he thought would be impossible… he felt thicker. He put his hand on his midsection and there was a notable little curve to it. He looked down and his whole frame was starting to look and feel fuller. 

“I think….” Alex stammered “I think I feel something”  He felt an energy radiating out to his limbs. He never envisioned a little chocolate flavored “Mass Gainer” could create all these crazy sensations. What the hell was in that thing? 

“I’m definitely bloating up”  Alex said. He turned sidewise to demonstrate to his friend. 

His friend Ivan didn’t say a word, but his eyes widened.  There was no question, Alex was starting to look… well, beefier. Thicker, wider. It couldn’t just be bloat could it? Even his arms looked pumped up. 

“Alex, I think dude… you’re looking… big. How do you feel?”

“It feels weird! I feel something, I mean, I feel OK, just like… something is happening. I feel… heavier”

“Are you serious man? You feel heavier?!?”

“Yeah… do I look heavier?” Alex replied. 

There was a pause. 

“Alex, my friend, you look much heavier.”

“Are you serious?”

Ivan took another photo.  There was no question- every part of Alex’s frame had grown. His arms, his shoulders, his chest, his traps… and very noticeably, his belly. 

“How do I look?” Alex asked again.  

“You look big, really big.”

“I feel it… I feel… big” Alex groaned again. The growth was really coming in now. His whole frame was ballooning up with new mass. He looked down at his bigger chest and now prominent round belly.  God, he wanted to get big… but he couldn’t believe this was happening to him.  

Ivan’s eyes widened still. His gym buddy was growing huge right in front of him. He could hardly believe this. It had to be some kind of wizardry, some kind of magic.

Alex shifted his body around, repositioned, and as he did so, felt the new weight and size of his body. He was shocked to feel his arms, they were getting so massive. His belly too, we undeniable. 

He felt another surge as the growth pumped his frame larger. He had to have put on at least 40 kilos by now. 

He faced Ivan and spread his arms to show off his huge new frame. He knew his shoulders and arms had grown massive and he wanted to see how it would look on camera. 

“Ok…” he groaned again “How do I look… now?” Alex asked. He 

“Huge!” Ivan exclaimed. “You’re huge Alex, you look enormous. How is this possible?! You must be `140 kilos!”

“I don’t know!” Alex responded.  He could still feel the growth coursing through his now enormously beefy frame.  From Gym bunny to massive Russian strongman in minutes, Alex looked like an absolute giant compared to Ivan. 

Ivan was in shock, and deep down Alex was too, but he had to look in control, he had to feel in control of the situation. He could handle being big like this. Being really big. Alex flexed an arm, feeling how massive his biceps and triceps had become, how rounded and expansive his shoulders were…. He could… live with this. He looked down again at his gut, growing rounder still. It was the one piece that would make him insecure- he had a gut now. A big round lifter gut. No, a huge round lifter gut.  Alex couldn’t even see past it to his lower body. He felt it with his hands, there was so much more of him now. He was just… so meaty, so big.  Goddamn, part of this was turning him on, but he couldn’t say why. Part of this terrified him. 

He felt the growth start to subside as he rubbed his big round new gut.  

He sighed with relief.  It felt like the growth was almost done…  He looked down again at his enormous new body. Fuck, what was he going to do? 

“Ivan… does it look like… does it look like I’ve stopped growing”

“I can’t tell.. but maybe. Yeah, maybe, I don’t…. I can’t tell, but I think its slowed down.” Ivan responded. 

“Thank god” Alex muttered under his breath. The sensation of fullness that had accompanied his transformation was beginning to dissipate. 

Alex rubbed his big new muscle gut again and stared absently at the opposite wall. `What the hell have I done to myself` he thought.  He had to be at least 60 kilos heavier, at least! If not more.  He was gigantic, what was he going to say to people? How was he going to find shirts to fit him now?

Ivan snapped one more picture- Alex with the thousand yard stare, contemplating the repercussions of his actions, contemplating his new size, all his new mass. How was he going to tell his family? 

A short time later, Alex found a scale that would properly weigh him at his new size.  166 kilos. a 70 kilo gain in around 6 minutes.  He was the largest man Ivan, or Alex had ever seen in person. 

Later that night, Alex shared with Ivan the name of the company and where he had ordered that mystery shake online.  If he was going to stay Alex’s weightlifting partner, he’d need to get his hands on that same shake as soon as possible. 

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Are you gonna write about the other topics your profile says? U only have wrote about gay to straight and fart stuff. Just asking.

Yes! Working on some body swap stuff too

Any particular topic u are interested on? 👀