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John worked hard to maintain his jock status in his 30s… that was until he took a look in the Twunkification mirror. Now Johnny would forever be just another aged twink bottom with a dorky mustache and a tiny pecker in his little pink briefs.

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Chuck gets hypnotized again and goes even deeper than before.

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Some TF for Easter!

I know it’s late but it’s the thought that counts, right?

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Be Careful What You Wish For

"God I wish I wasn't doing this shit anymore with this AI bullshit..."

Professor Lawrence was sick and tired of his job. He was sick and tired of the long hours. He was sick and tired of the failing students. He was sick and tired of the lousy pay. But most of all he was sick and tired of the AI.

It had only been a month into the new semester, early in October but he couldn't take it anymore.

He swore that ever since all these stupid chatbots, AI assistants and whatever else started coming out, it had made a job that was stressful but bearable just stressful. Now he couldn't even use his own passion for teaching as an excuse. After all, what the hell was the point of teaching if all his students could just put any test answer or essay question in a chatbot and then suddenly it would pop out an answer? He thought he was shaping the next generation but it felt more like trying to toss water out of a sinking ship.

It was one of those evenings, where the heat was unbearable and the day was stressful and every minor inconvenience that could have happened just did. Whether it was a shirt being caught on a doorknob or a trip in front of the entire lecture hall of students, mumble over his words or spill coffee on his laptop. Thankfully, after trying to boot it up for another hour, it finally loaded.

"Thank fuck, let's see what I missed..."

Lawrence wasn't sure he was going to miss much. After all, he had just given his students an assignment, a simple essay to talk about the transformation in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. It was an easy book especially for some college seniors and the essay itself was a laughable 3000 words minimum. He was sure that there was no way someone was going to use AI but of course, when the first few essays were submitted later that evening, he had the uneasy feeling it was used.

It...perhaps didn't help that shortly before the coffee spilled over his laptop...there was a reason for it. He was madly typing in his office, lecturing a student over email that just because they might find an essay hard, there was no way that it should allow them to use AI and he was going to fail them. But it devolved further and further into a rant about AI.

That's when all his frustration made him knock over some coffee he was drinking even when it was later into the evening and things went from bad to worse.

As soon as his laptop booted up again, he checked his emails. The student had replied.

Dear Professor,

Hey professor look i get what you're saying and all that but trust me AI is a tool just like spellcheck or google it's really not that bad. i think it's just a new way of students doing things and im sorry if it made you mad. but i really think you could benefit from it or give it a try please?

heres some ai stuff you might like.

from jacob

This prompt has been rewritten to be a lot more casual and calm compared to the original message!

Oh for fuck's sake.

He even left in the part from the AI bot where they talked about how much they had to rewrite his own goddamn email.

Ugh.

However, there was at least one genuine part of the email. There were attatchments, links at the bottom which pointed to different kinds of AI bots. Only one was in bold though.

AI RP. Get what you want.

The hell did that mean? AI RP? As in roleplay? He could maybe understand why someone would use an AI bot for writing an essay, but how would someone use it for roleplay? Still, curiosity caught the cat and Professor Lawrence clicked it, greeted to a bright white page with a shifting logo of a spiral and bold text which read:

Wish Bot.

There was more text at the bottom of the search bar

Create or play scenarios to live out your fantasies. Make a wish.

That's when Professor Lawrence had groaned and said those infamous words: "God I wish I wasn't doing this shit anymore with this AI bullshit..."

He just never noticed until a ping that his mic had been on. The text was perfectly transcribed as he blinked his eyes open and looked at the screen.

You wish for...a different life. Wish granted. Prompt generating...

You are...Professor Lawrence...You are 36 years old...You are a Professor of Creative Writing at Beaufort College,Massachusetts.

"The fuck?" Professor Lawrence blinked. How the hell did it know all this stuff? Was it just searching him up and getting all his information from the college website or something?

Your new life will be...

College Senior.

"Uh as if," Professor Lawrence scoffed. There was no way, even with some written passage about what his life would be that he'd be-

Your cock will grow to eight inches.

"What the he- OHHHHHHHFFGHHHH!"

There was a sudden wet slurping coming from Professor Lawrence's cock as he suddenly felt it churning. As if it was made of clay with invisible hands playing at it, the cock had suddenly began to start growing. He could feel two hands rubbing it, stretching it, making it grow slicker and bigger as it was wet with sweat and pre-cum as the cock continued to churn and grow. The changes were drifting down toward his balls where the same change was happening, his own balls growing heavier with a younger, more virile seed that his body hadn't felt in nearly a decade and a half at least as he leaned back.

"N-No"-" Professor Lawrence tried to reach out to the computer, to type something, to get rid of the window screen. But then he felt the next jolt of pleasure.

You remember...college girls and guys sucking your cock...

"W-Wait, guys? But I'm not gaaahhhohhhhffckk-"

But then he suddenly got memories of a young hot roommate reaching between his legs, spreading them apart and he could feel their hot warm mouth around his cock. As they continued to suck and grow, it was as if they were draining all of Lawrence's intellect and memories as he could feel more changes pushing their way through his body, making room in the space that his old memories and IQ once took place.

Your ass...is so well toned...

The reality shifted again as his ass started to grow in his own seat, making it inflate as he wondered just how good it might feel to have someone in his ass. N-No, he thought. He had girlfriends and he was...divorced, wasn't he? Divorced...at his age? He was only 21, about to turn 22 that year, and there was no way a guy that young could be married and divorced already, he thought. He swore the new thoughts were in a deeper voice that started to match the tone of his new moans as the AI continued to dictate the changes.

Your feet...are huge and musky...

And they were. Fuck, he had never been into feet before but the jock guys had such wide big feet and he coudln't get the thought of him worshipping the soles and taking the toes into his mouth or sniffing their sneakers out of his mind. All of it made him blush with embarrassment and arousal as the previously straight professor continued to feel himself getting hard and leaking over thoughts of being with guys.

Meanwhile, his own feet were getting more musky and manly. As the toes began to press against the tops of his scuffed loafers before suddenly-

A loud and long burst pierced the air as his toes from both feet finally pushed, and the shoes gave in to the pressure at once. His soles continued to thicken and grow, lengthening and pushing out as there was a sensitivity to them. He could imagine his feet getting sweaty from all the sports he was playing and time at the gym, just another host of new memories that were filling Lawrence's mind as his thicker ass finished rounding out and growing in his seat. Blonde hairs started to grow at the inflated cheeks whilst his own musky large and fair feet had finally broken off the rest of the shoes, the scraps turning into sandals.

Your muscles are just so big bro...

"F-Fuck oh fufgcvkk n-no moreeee-" Lawrence whined as he tried to fight his hands urge to take off his glasses. But the growing hands seized control as the glasses came off, and as they did, he swore his eyesight was already starting to look a lot less blurry as if his vision was being restored. But he grimaced and shut his eyes again as his hands managed to get back under his control. He kept ahold of the glasses, as if keeping some sort of artifact of his life would make him resist whatever these changes were.

The pleasure was almost mind breaking, the sensation of the flared head of his new cock being teased. It had genuineyl felt like an entirely new appendage with all the feelings of having never been touched before, the high sensitivity and the massive amount of cum that was churning in his heavy large balls. The more he resisted the urge to cum, the more his muscles began to grow.

Much like his body was a balloon of sorts, his mind became split between resisting the urge to cum so as not to gvie in and resisting the urge to cum to grow bigger. He could feel his biceps tense and inflate, thickening as the muscles split and repaired and split again creating a heat and stinging pain that mingled with the pleasure and almost like it was some sort of BDSM, the pain felt good.

Lawrence's arms had never been so muscular or strong in his life, as years of basketball practice and football started to spark in his mind over studying and years of lectures. As he forgot about his planned lecture for tomorrow's lesson, he remembered a basketball game with his bros yesterday and the locker room where he stripped to reveal his more muscular body.

All the while his mind was splitting like the fabric that was containing his newfound muscle, tearing apart at the sleeves as the buttons of his shirt were popping one by one. Each pop was accompanied by a moan and wave of pleasure, his voice growing almost louder and higher as his cock continued to throb and the flared tip of the head tingled and leaked more. He swore one brush against the opening would make him cum but he could barely move his hands, still barely able to hold onto his glasses even.

His pecs were next, beginning to inflate and grow so large that they almost felt like a pair of tits sprouting on his chest. Lawrence's new bisexuality, made him enjoy playing with them and his erect nipples all the same, moaning loudly and blushing at how wet he was getting. They may as well had been a pair of tits on his chest because from how high pitched his moaning had become and the wetness drooling from the cock between his legs, he felt almost as if the bot could somehow turn him into a woman.

But then from his very own touch, he could feel the pecs lose some of that mass, hardening and pulling more taut to his own chest as hairs that he couldn't grow before started to sprout. They still weren''t much and hard to see with how blonde they were but what could definitely be seen were his abs. No longer subject to a pot belly from years of takeout and lack of excercise, the fat sucked and schlorped in wetly before the mass was mostly converted to muscle. A hard set of abs formed out of the stomach and he could imagine how good it would feel to be such a slow off, such a slut and wear crop tops or flash his abs.

All that was left to change as his back stretched because...

You were 5'9...160 pounds...23% body fat

You are now 6'1...177 pounds...12% body fat

There was his face.

By then the hands were too large and too calloused, masculine, new to still be under his control and they tossed the glasses away.

As Lawrence felt himself give more into the pressure, the pleasure, as his beard started to sink away. His receding hairline inched forward until it looked better, more youthful for his face where wrinkles and eyebags no longer existed. He had the energy to party hard, do all nighters, play his sports, not fall victim to the visual indicators of years of stress.

But most of all his face wasn't just growing younger. It was getting different. His facial structure was rearranging as he could hear the bones shifting beneath the skin, feel his jaw click before it suddenly grew a lot more chiselled, even sharper without a beard. The skin itself had grown smooth, no longer subject to various scars, acne, blackheads or more. Instead his (mostly) healthy lifestyle and a surplus of good genes had left his skin looking smooth on the visage of a model. His lips grew more plump, perfect for the himbo that he was, a mouth of white teeth and cocky lines he was more than cute enough to get away with. Even if it cost him some of his IQ that was leaking out of his wet cock that was pooling all across the floor, it was just too much to give up.

His hair spiked blonde, toussled in a kind of haircut he hadn't had in years, not since...

"Ohhh- Oh fuck...Ohhh godssdh n-no not...there...oh my god...Oh. My. God. I'm gonna cum...oh fuck I'm gonna cum so much I- I can't ohhh fu-fuck feel so good please I'm gonna cum, wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad, oh my god I'm gonna-" His voice had become high pitched, whiney and perfect for the hot slut he was as the last of Professor Lawrence's intellect realised exactly what was happening. He wasn't just getting the body of a college senior. He was getting back to being a college senior, to his senior year, back in 2010, back before AI...so back before the chat doing this even existed, meaning...

He didn't know what it meant.

All he knew what to do.

What he wanted to do.

All he knew is.

He really.

Really.

Wanted.

To.

Cum.

Thick ribbons of cum shot out of Lawrence's wet throbbing cock spilling his seed, his intellect, his memories, his reality all over the floor for it to start fading away much like so many things around and a part of him. All he could do was let himself throb, lean back and continue to cum again and again and again each throb, each cum, each wave of orgasm and pleasure setting him back a year from 2025...a few more to 2020...then once to 20119...a big orgasm that seemed mingled together set back all the way to 2015 and on and on and on as he continued to feel like he was cumming out his brains.

Perhaps because that's exactly what he was doing.

When he tried to open his eyes, only one eye opened, half-lidded, twitching, cumming again and again as the pleasure pulsed through him and like a raucous wave within just washed everything away like a tidal wave coming to just consume anything in its wake. All he could do was let it consume and let it out as he shook so much in his chair from the spasms of pleasure it was no wonder he didn't fall out as his naked hot self continued to cum again and again and again...

Until he woke up.

"Mmm fuck dude, that was so fucking hot..." It was hard to be a guy into guys, even if it was 2010 as his new iPhone 4 said, October 11th to be exact. He licked his pretty lips, grunting and groaning as he tossed the Kleenex he shot in right into a dustbin to be emptied out later. He quickly opened his webcam, checking himself out to make sure he still looked okay and not too dishevelled. It was weird, Landon couldn't even remember much of his day, but then again it was 10 in the morning, so not like he woke up that much earlier. "Looking good as always."

Landon chuckled as he checked himself out in the webcam, unable to help but bounce his pecs a little as he relaxed and got up, somehow forgetting he missed 9AM lecture but remembering enough that he had a basketball game with some friends in an hour.

Eh it's not that it mattered much. After all, with little to no responsibilities, classes he could skip whenever, all access to the gym and a bunch of bros, who would wish for anything else?

Well, he guessed the professors would but that's exactly why he wasn't one.

Thanks for reading! To read more stories like this featuring transformation and hypnosis, then check them out here!

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Been listening to @spacepupsilver 's Fetish Fuel podcast. Highly recommend if you like to hear some extremely smart people talk about their niche kinks from some very unique perspectives.

Also, totally spies mentioned! Truly my fetish fuel :P

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Stiff and rigid. Good boi.

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Stand and stare boy. So mesmerizing. Mindless. Feels good. Feels right. Good boy.

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You know we’ll have a good time then (a Next Door Boy tale)

I wanted to punish my son, but I found myself tormented instead. That’s my son, Josh. He gets his flopping horse cock from me. Of course I used to be built like him. Marriage and a desk job found a way to undo the work of a high school jock. He had been ditching his classes and avoiding work. He wracked up so much debt over the year.

So I had his best friend, Nelson, go into his body. We used Next Door Boy’s guardian-consented services to set it up. Nelson was supposed to instill a good work ethic into my son. Instead he teases me by sending videos like these. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from my son’s flopping junk, but I found myself looking at the lustful stare as my son stared intently at the camera.

“I need daddy to ride me like a horsey,” Nelson texted from my son’s body. “I’ve been playing with myself all day.”

I adjusted my stirring cock so my coworkers couldn’t see. “I’m still at work, son. What did I say about texting when I’m busy? Do I need to spank you?”

“If it means you get home faster. I’ve had a crush on your dad bod since I met you, please don’t make me use your son’s body to get younger cock.” When Nelson possessed my son, he acted normally doing the tasks I planned for him. Then he started teasing me while wearing Josh. Walking around the house shirtless, then in boxers. It became obvious what he wanted when I came home and found him sniffing my underwear and fondling my son’s body. I wrestled my jockstrap away from his face and pinned him down so he would stop stroking his cock, but staring at a youthful visage of myself, I pulled out my dick and forced it in. Before I knew what I was doing, my son wrapped his legs around me and pushed me deeper into his ass. When I came, I collapsed on Josh who was drenched in our combined sweat.

Now it was regular thing when my son was possessed by Nelson. We fucked everywhere in the house, but mostly in Josh’s room. I loved the jock smell of his sweaty underwear. Our favorite game was me telling Josh to clean his room, then finding Josh’s cum socks, smelling them, and making Josh eat out his own cum as punishment. Nelson (in Josh’s body) was all about me being the dominant daddy.

Josh never found out. But he did return to his body with my semen dripping from his hole. He wondered out loud why his mouth was so salty (it was his own cum) or why his butt cheeks were so bruised (sorry, Nelson and I got carried away).

“How much longer do we have to wait?” Nelson texted back.

“Not much longer. The agency is willing to make it permanent since Josh is of age. You’ll be my son, and Josh will be in your body, but the agency agreed to change his memories so he won’t remember who he was.” It felt good to finally tell Nelson, I mean Josh. Thank goodness for corrupt NDB agents. “That’s your body now and you’re now my boy.”

“Thank you, daddy,” Josh wrote back.

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I’m not sure why the gif stops. You’re missing out on some good censored dick flops lol.

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Dog Eat Dog World

"Sorry, buddy," I said in a high voice to my dog and former owner. "But maybe don't just pee in a witch's garden, or anywhere in public for that matter. You're lucky she didn't do anything worse than swap our bodies. Imagine if she neutered you like you did to me. Well, not anymore!" I grinned and despite the little dog's vicious growls, I gave his head a soft scratch behind his ear.

Little Chopsky calmed and nestled his tiny head inside the crook of my bulging biceps. Maybe he already forgot, I thought. The witch mentioned that when humans turn into animals, they often lose their memories. Who knew if it was because animals just lack the cognitive ability or it's a way to preserve one's sanity as they watch their former pets in their body live a much fulfilling life.

I know I'm living the best life I've had so far. My nuts are back, I'm hooking up since my owner's body is impressive. I haven't forgotten my origins, but I feel that I'm a better human than my owner was. "Thanks, Chopsky. You didn't slouch at fitness, and I know how to handle your body."

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training him to respond to the word "mount" as a command. treated just like a breeding stud thats only use is its cock. all i have to do is lay down or get on my hands and knees and tell him "Mount." and he's immediately on top of me, fucking me like the good brainless dog he is.

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"A master in economy, I could not be prouder! As the best friend of your late dad and head of the company, I am so happy to give you the position you earned!"

"It is a initiation, rites-des-passages, so to speak, are you ready?"

" I am ready!"

"Look at you, 24 and all smart looking!"

"You are brave, you know that, right?"

" I just want to make you proud, Vince!"

"You already look so much better! Now the final shave!"

"Hold still, I will create a very natural MPB cut!"

"Can´t wait!"

"now some headshine oil to make it permanent, ready?"

"Polish it!"

Some months later:

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" I am looking f Mr. K.O Jak."

"Oh, sure, Mr. Jak is in his office, do you have an appointment?"

"Yes, I am here for the open position!"

"Second floor, to the right!"

"Thanks!"

"Have a shiny day!"

Have a shiny day`? What a strange phrase ... but ...wow, I have never seen so many bald guys in my life ...

" I am here for ..."

"Yes, Mr. Jak is waiting, please follow me, Mr. Hartford."

"I would love to work for you, Sir!"

"Glad to hear it, but ... there is one tiny thing ... office hair policy ..."

"Oh, aehm, okay ..."

"Deal?"

"Deal!"

"Oh god ... I mean, it is just hair, right?

"Ah, don`t be afraid, soon you will shine like the others!"

"You will love it, believe me. Eventually, everybody does."

"That can hurt a bit, but it will be over soon!"

"Love my new job! And for you? Have a shiny day!"

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Don’t get me wrong, I love turning scrawny boys with zero confidence into cocky, duh-faced jockboys.

But often times, I’ll be walking down the street and some swaggering punk will make me wonder just for a second what they would be like if they got a second chance, a blank slate.

Take Blake here for example. Or should I say, “Rob.” When I first met him, he was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a tank top, walking down the street as if he owned the whole city. Shaved head, tattoos, expensive sneakers, the whole bit.

I loved watching his sneering face go slack as I put him into trance, but not nearly as much as I loved watching all of his cocky swagger drain away. I loved watching him squirm uncomfortably in his seat as he shrank down a few inches.

“Glasses, I think,” I said, eyeing him over.  “And unruly hair.“ 

He bit his lip and blushed.

"And definitely a change of wardrobe,” I said. 

The tattoos are a nice reminder of the man he once was, but whenever I bring them up, he blushes, gives a half-grin, and has to look away.

Rob would have been a good fuck.

Blake is a good boy.

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Some gay-to-straight hypno frat bro TF for @hypnohepcat

Don’t worry, Marty’ll be fine. Someday. Also this is like super kinky, I’m experimenting with boundaries :U

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A trade for @hypnohepcat with hypnosis/brutification xoxoxoxo

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🤖Status Report: Collin Bot 3000 is fully charged and ready to OBEY

🦾Free Will Status: 0%

🌀Mental Status: Mindless Obedience

Johnny Hill and his buddy Alex just got a “Collin Bot 3000”, a muscle sexbot designed to obey and satisfy your every desire. Click here to watch this hot new ASFR movie at ManUpFilms, where you can also enjoy tons of hot hypno/robot scenes like these:

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