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[king-craftsman]

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.

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Stageshow

“Oh god, oh god, oh god…”

Alan never imagined he would find his first dive into the post-coming out world to be ever like this. Whereas the young professor whisked himself away for a relaxing vacation of a lifetime after coming out, he found that instead of steadily traversing the waters of gay life, he was just diving to plunge right into it.

Here he was, at his first night out at a gay club which promised “live entertainment”, instead of just typical strippers there were muscular male dancers dressed as pups, and when the host asked for a “volunteer”, Alan found himself less so volunteering and more being picked out and practically thrust on stage. He sucked in as much breath as he could, trying to hide his flabby stomach as all eyes were now on him.

The music had only just started, ramping up in volume as he could still hear the amusement of the crowd and Alan tried his best to almost hold back the dancers, too shocked to even speak as he realised the show was starting and the last thing he wanted to do was take centre stage.

Alan quickly rushed towards the back of the stage, hoping to find some way off and venturing to go further back and get out of the club in embarrassment. Face flushed, the music continued and he couldn’t help but realise he was starting to sweat, body growing unusually warm, but he just put it down to nervousness. Not only was he making an embarrassment of himself, but he was doing it in front of men, both crowd members and dancers that he couldn’t help but admire. Even as he looked backstage, he saw nothing, but turned to quickly see the host was watching him from afar. 

He rushed down, taking centre stage once again as sweat was practically beginning to crawl down his neck and crowd members cheered, whilst others laughed. Alan blinked, just about to shout for the host when his body couldn’t help but turn at the sound of a new song suddenly coming on, a fast tempo taking him away from everything else. The song transformed into something exciting, and Alan started to wonder what other surprising transformations lay in store as the music ramped up.

Alan scratched his head, realising his hat had suddenly disappeared out of existence and as he saw the dancers follow his every motion, staring at him, the beat took over. Alan’s body hunched over on his own as he spinned around, his lips curling into a smile as the crowd cheered.

What the hell? I can’t dance?!

Oh but Alan could, and it was only as he glided across the stage that he realised he was no longer sucking in his stomach, coupled with a second realisation that he didn’t need to. His once flabby stomach faded away much like his hat as he could almost hear as if his own torso was bubbling, as if the with the heat, the beginning of the dance was quite literally burning any of the calories on him. And it felt so good. The body of a typical mid-30’s professor who never went to the gym was quickly being replaced with the body of a mid-30’s professor who keeps up appearances and gets rightly worshipped for it. 

As al these images and realisations flashed across Alan’s mind in a split second, most of his thoughts were soon being replaced with music. He literally couldn’t hear himself think, and a part of him, the part that enjoyed the sensation of the fat around his stomach suddenly sinking in to give way to a leaner, slimmer build that had been the source of admiration, loved it.

He couldn’t stop, the professor’s IQ dropping as fast as his body fat, a decade of lecture materials being replaced with mesmerising dance routines as the crowd cheered, even some wolf whistling as Alan gave them what they wanted. His growing hands tugged at his jacket, itching to take them off. But his mind, the mind that focused on his rhymically throbbing cock, or the same mind that forced his hands to wipe at his hair, to feel the no longer shaggy style hidden away by that ridiculous hat was now more suave and sexier, told him no.

The meekish man on stage was suddenly grinning wider and reveal his once somewhat stained teeth were now pearly white and picturesque, not only sexier, but less submissive.

Yet he spun to see the dancers all continuing on, some of them looking at him hungrily as their asses seemed that much fatter and the thighs thicker. The last dregs of the old Alan wondered if they were succumbing to the music too, as he focused on the crowd. His glasses were gone, something he could barely realise as his eyes turned to a rich brown and could see clearly without them. He felt something cold underneath his shirt and instantly pulled it off to not only reveal his leaner body, but the harness underneath.

I...I didn’t wear that! I would never...Would I?

The crowd cheered in unison and Alan noticed the lust in their eyes, his cock still rhymtically throbbing to the song and catching the attention of a fair few in the front of the stage, their eyes focused on the thick cock going back and forth...back and forth...the swaying bulge hypnotising them and causing the men to lick their lips as they imagining lapping at the growing member of their new master. 

Alan knew he wanted more, coming up to caress a pup who gladly pulled off his shirt, allowing the toned biceps to be shown. He had to turn away, hiding his face of pure anguish and pleasure for just a second as he felt his cock suddenly spurt pre-cum and grow an inch immeadiately.

The feeling of teasing and toying with the submissives around him causing his cock to grow fatter and thicker, for the professor to give in to his new persona as Alan realised that it wasn’t just the dancers or even the men mesmerised by his juicy cock that were his submissives, every man in the crowd was. 

No...no I need to think...I can’t

No, now it was time to show them. Alan danced further forward on the stage, snarling somewhat as he fought with his mind to give in and enjoy this, his face trying to at least snap out of the transformation, but his body wouldn’t - it couldn’t.

The music carried on as sharp and fast as ever, as Alan’s hands immediately grabbed for his bulge, hearing moans punctuate the cheers of the crowd now as Alan’s handsome face snapped back into his sexy teasing self and he resisted his own moan as his cock grew to nine inches right then and there, snaking further down his pants. 

All Alan had to do was snap his fingers as he walked back in time for the pups to grab his pants, his feet had been pushing at the front of his dress shoes and his thighs burned beneath his pants. But all that changed when the pups pulled off his pants to reveal their master’s thick juicy ass, having inflated from the somewhat flat rump he had before to the plump tight ass that bounced in front of the crowd. 

His dress shoes had instead become leather boots, allowing his now size thirteen feet to rest comfortably as Alan knew the show must go on and danced, more men finding themselves drooling as thoughts and images of them rimming their new master came across their mind.

The lack of clapping wasn’t due to unenthusiasm, but the opposite, the lack of clapping meant more men felt their bodies grow ever so limp and relaxed as their cocks throbbed and they became more captivated by Alan’s hypnotically dominant spell. 

Professor no longer, as he loved every moment of this and almost wished it lasted forever. The blue spotlight highlighting him as he took a moment whilst the song slowed down to let his pups touch and caress him, seeing their own transformations along to the rhythm had finished. He could feel his cock throbbing, the growth non-stop as he eyed the audience, his grin telling them one thing:

“You know you want this…”

That’s right...Obey me…

Alan the professor had become Alan the dominant, still diving, still plunging into the world of gay men as he led his pups down the stage, watching as each costume began changing ever so slightly, allowing vibrator tails to appear in each of their thick asses. The men still mesmerised by the performance were now clawing at each other’s clothes, humping, fucking, caressing, kissing and licking each other as they all worshipped and adored one another and Alan watched, stepping down with satisfaction etched on his visage.

The last few notes played, the song reaching the end of its climax and as it did, every man began the start of theirs as every one of them including the pups on stage all had cum at once. Alan had never heard so many men groan and his grin only grew wider as he began to see the effects of their indulgence, he had his own transformation. Now it was time for the audience to grow through theirs.

Masses of men began growing hairier, some with bodies growing, others growing leaner, some growing as old as their fifties, others as young as the college kids Alan once taught. Muscles began to bulge, men began to devolve, barks and brays littered the audience and yet all the men moaned, hungry for more.

Alan winked at the devolving DJ to start the next song before his hands grew too big and his mind too dumb to even realise how any of this worked. 

But luckily the next song played, and now Alan would watch men change next as the contagious transformations spread throughout the club. 

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Fall From Grace

Dean Winchester scarfed down the last of his burger as he eyed the muttering student that walked by him. The last thing he wanted to do was research and so he quickly found one of the best diners in Baltimore. With the student gone, he was the only one remaining in the place, and for a moment he was almost worried every other person in here was a demon.

Ever since he came in and started enjoying his typical meal of burgers, fries, and pie as dessert, every single inside left. Everyone's besides him and the scoffing suited man who was wiping down the newly absent tables. Thankful for the quiet, Dean raised his feet, letting them sit on the table as he sat back and continued eating. 

“Excuse me, could you please take your feet off the table?” asked the stranger, clearly the owne

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute and I’ll be outta here,” scoffed Dean, rolling his eyes. He continued stuffing his face with the last of his food as his boots remained on the table Who was this guy even trying to impress? There was nobody else here! 

“Fine, can you please at least try to talk without your mouth full?” questioned the stranger. Dean simply glared at him, still eating. “It’s quite rude.” 

“Whatever,” replied Dean without even thinking, crumbs spilled from his full mouth as he spoke. “I’m about to leave this dump anyway.” That was it, the stranger crossed his arms and looked down at Dean. If the Winchester was smart he would have perhaps been a bit more privy about the man’s odd nature to the smarter Sam. Maybe he would have been smart enough to note how suspicious this all was - how a suited man was cleaning a diner all by himself, how this place seemed to pop out of nowhere only to garner great reviews and why this man’s eyes suddenly started glowing. 

“I don’t think so. You’ve been rude to me and driven away my customers. I think it’s time for a change in that attitude,” spoke the man. 

“Look I’m leaving anyway and I don’t-” started Dean as he stood up glaring at the man. But instantly his face began to fall slack, his frowning lips beginning to separate slightly as his furrowed brows eased. His eyes stared into the glowing eyes of the suited man and suddenly it felt so hard to move and-

“So hard to think, isn’t it?” said the man. “Just stare into my eyes, that’s it...just focus on them and let yourself just start to relax.” 

“Wha…” Dean instinctively reached for a weapon but he felt that he didn’t need to. He simply needed to relax and his arms were the next to fall slack, as he started to feel himself drop back in the diner seat. 

“That’s right...and in a moment you’ll just want to sleep, just keep staring, just relax…” instructed the man. Dean could feel the voice booming in the back of his mind, it echoed all around him and it just made it so much harder to ignore. Even as his vision blurred, all he could see were those hypnotic glowing orbs, almost turning into spirals as he just leaned back, relaxing further and further. “Sleep.”

The man snapped his fingers.

The sound seemed to boom and with that Dean felt himself slip into the sweet abyss of slumber. 

He didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, all he could make out was a low voice, whispering from the darkness. 

“Now you will follow all my suggestions whenever I snap my fingers, do you understand?”

Dean said nothing, but in his mind he knew that he had to follow all the man’s suggestions whenever he snapped his fingers. Anything from service to something as simple as-

“Wake up!” 

Dean instantly got up, eyes opening suddenly as he looked around to see himself in a dressing room, large wardrobes encompassed the walls filled with formal attire. He glanced around to see the man still standing over him, arms crossed. For a moment he wanted to say something, but his mind drew a blank, everything was foggy and he couldn’t even remember what just happened for the past hour. 

“What the- Where am I?” cried Dean. The Winchester instantly bolted up, ready to tackle the man if he needed to. 

“Stay standing there” spoke the man, the same snap of the fingers boomed in Dean’s mind and he found his body moving automatically. He nodded with wide eyes as his body stiffened in place. His feet felt so heavy and he couldn’t even take a step if he wanted to...and oddly enough he didn’t really want to.

“Start taking off your clothes.” 

“Yeah,” uttered Dean, blinking as he looked down at himself, surprised as to why he suddenly spoke affirmatively. But he was more surprised to find his hands beginning to unbutton his flannel shirt. “What am I doing? Stop this!” He had dealt with powerful magical before, but nothing that made him feel so...powerless, not even possession. 

“Every piece of clothing you strip, strips away a part of yourself, all those messy rude habits you have,” spoke the man, snapping his fingers again as Dean couldn’t help but nod, no matter how much he clenched his jaw and tried to stop. He stripped out of his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. It disappeared out of sight, and soon out of mind, much like his habit. “You won’t ever speak with your mouth full.” The fingers snapped. 

“I won’t ever speak with my mouth full,” repeated Dean. He wouldn’t, that was messy, rude, a bad habit that he had to stop. Dean blinked, this wasn’t him...or was it? He could hardly tell anymore with how hazy and fractured he felt as he began working on taking off his shoes and socks. 

“You won’t put your feet up on the table.”

Snap. 

“I won’t ever put my feet up on the table,” said Dean. He had to figure some way out of here, but his body wasn’t his to control and neither was his mind. But then again was it so bad...most people would take the chance to hurt him, surely this man was just helping get rid of those nasty habits of his. This man was here to help, thought Dean as he stripped out of his jeans. 

“You will not be rude to others.”

Snap. 

“I will not be rude to others,” replied Dean, instantly beginning to feel guilty for the way he was acting. He was loud, brash and annoying, ruining the day for the other diners. Dean reminded himself that needed to stop being so rude as he stripped out of his underwear, freeing his hard thick cock. Dean didn’t understand why he was getting so turned on, but his heart raced as that nagging shouting in the back of his mind telling him to stop, to get out, to call Sam or do anything, grew quieter with every passing moment. 

“Very good Dean,” said the man. Dean barely flinched at the man knowing his name. “Now that we’ve gotten rid of some of your bad habits. We need to add some good ones. So you see that nice suit over there? Why don’t you put that on. Every article of clothing you put on, will turn you into the new you!”

Snap came the fingers and Dean instantly nodded as he began walking over to see a perfectly measured suit and bowtie. He began suiting up and each article changed a part of him. The underwear was first.

“You will speak politely and courteously, no more of that rough southern drawl of yours.”

Snap.

“I will speak politely and courteously…” Dean barely had the energy to finish as his voice changed, beginning to sound more like someone who grew up in Washington than Kansas. He began to put on the shirt. 

“You will treat others with respect. In fact you’ll get a job at my prestigious private club as a bartender,” commanded the man, snapping his fingers. Dean nodded, suddenly the images of rough bars with plenty of whiskey was replaced with upscale high end clubs with suited men like him serving drinks. It was the perfect place for Dean Winchester to start serving his superiors with the respect they deserved. 

“Yes, respect...new job…” murmured Dean, blinking slightly as all memory and desire of being a hunter, dealing with the supernatural, all of it sunk to the back of the mind, growing quiet forever. He could never have a rough job like that, he thought as he arranged his new cufflinks and placed on the suit jacket. 

“You will want to be more sexual, showing off your toned body and serving your superiors the right way. But of course you can’t have any tattoos or scars defacing a gentleman like you.”

Snap.

Dean’s skin began to be washed over, his classic anti possession tattoo fading away like his old self as he groaned slightly. His cock throbbed as he felt his already impressive set of six packs abs tighten, his chest grew slightly broader, allowing for his pecs to be larger. His quads grew, expanding slightly as his biceps did the same. Somehow Dean’s body grew more impressive and better than the active hunter already was. 

“Serving superiors the right way…” droned Dean, as he began to put on the pants, the garter socks and the shiny polished shoes, a set of suggestions lined up and ready to take over Dean’s mind like a tidal wave.

“You are horny for men, loving them. You are also a skilled stripper, as my club and I cater to that kind of audience. Finally, you will forget about your previous life, you will simply Dean Winchester, a dignified gentleman.”

The last snap and Dean suddenly heard himself moan out loud, blushing slightly for such undignified behaviour, but he was sure his superior would understand as his new personality settled in. Dean looked at himself, admiring the view in the mirror as the suit perfectly fit his muscular frame.

“Yes…” said Dean. He pursed his lips, fixing his bowtie. 

“How do you feel Dean?” asked the man. “Do you feel any different? Do you like hunting or eating in diners?

Dean studied himself, for a moment he didn’t recognise himself before he looked at the reflection up and down. 

“No I’d hate that. I’d rather just start getting a job and focusing on being the best server I can be,” said Dean, speaking eloquently and brushing down his suit. He needed it prim and perfect. 

“Very good, I think I could find a position for you. Sit down. Tell me about yourself, Dean,” said the man. Dean did as he was instructed. 

“I grew up quite poor but managed to work hard in school, went to an Ivy League college and studied my best to follow my passions and be the best person I could be. Now I’m here, looking for a new job and new people to serve, all my jobs have been like that, it’s just something I feel I was meant to do,” explained Dean, not missing a beat.

He smiled, remembering his (new) life well, and all the experiences that came with learning proper discipline and the ways hot gentlemen like him are meant to behave.

“Very good. You’ve done well Dean and I feel like you’ve earned a reward. Come.”

Snap. 

Dean Winchester grabbed his crotch as he moaned out loud, wracked with pleasure. The only thing he could think was that besides ruining his suit and how wrong it was to act so inappropriately, it was the best he ever felt, and he would do anything for more of his reward. 

The next few days Dean’s life had changed drastically, the man drained his account to rent an apartment and buy expensive formal attire. He needed a job, not just for the money, but because it was what he was meant to do, and found himself being signed on as both bartender and stripper for one of the most prestigious clubs in the city. The new Winchester was a better one, at least that’s how Dean, and his new superior found it. 

He ignored his brother’s calls, deciding he would introduce him to the suited man another time, for now Dean felt himself putting on his own suit, smiling at his new self, excited and for good reason. 

Tonight was his first shift.

He knew now that anybody acting so brash and rudely around him would think twice about it, otherwise they’d find themselves like Dean where justice is served. 

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Tim feels like he can’t get a grasp of technology. The mid-40s father is having trouble with a new TV remote when it suddenly takes him to a workout channel. As he tries to turn it off, he realises he can’t as the handsome trainer begins to make Tim start to actually workout and grow into a cocky muscular jock.

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[king-craftsman]

The last thing Luke wanted to deal with whilst late for work is a crowd of con-goers for Comic Con. He hated this time of year, when the annual convention went on and he had to deal with all his nerdy friends being into superheroes and such. Luke had never gotten the appeal. That is until he meets an enigmatic man outside Comic Con who begins to set him on a path to change from dullard into a hot cosplaying nerd.

Featuring — male transformation || muscle growth || straight to gay || personality alteration || nerd transformation

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[king-craftsman]

Gamer Bro

The office was tense as the news of possible layoffs started circulating around. Mark sighed as he sat back down in his seat, he played around with his phone for a short time but ended up throwing it back on his desk. He sat around, switching between nervously tapping his fingers on his desk or biting his nails as he glanced back intermittently at the door of his manager. Things didn’t get any better when he saw his annoying coworker, Jason, his attire barely “formal” and heading towards him with a big grin.

“You okay Mark? What’s going on?” asked Jason, Mark rolled his eyes, he couldn’t even tell if he came back from his lunch break or if he just turned up to work and the last thing he needed was to deal with some obnoxious jock. 

“I’m fine, just worried about all the layoffs going around,” answered Mark, it took everything in him not to glare as he saw Jason grin.

“Aw man that sucks, well you look like you need to relax,” suggested Jason. “I recently started this server for me and a few friends, just to talk and play stuff together. Why don’t you join?” Mark wanted to say something, but he just found himself nodding. It wasn’t like he had much to do after work anyway and he did get a new console but hardly found any excuse to use it as opposed to trying to focus on doing more work from home. “Cool! So what do you play on?”

Mark had a feeling the next hour was going to be hell to get through.

Later on after work, he found himself thankful that he still had a job, but wanting to kick himself for agreeing to play with Jason today. He didn’t even take the time to change out of his clothes, still dressed in his office shirt and suit pants as he sat down and switched on his console, toying around with his console and getting used to the controller once again. He cringed slightly as he saw Jason’s invite appear on screen and he put on the headset before joining, hearing Jason’s voice.

“Hey there bro, how are you doing?” came Jason’s voice, Mark saw that there were a couple others that joined the lobby.

“I’m doing okay Jason, thanks,” replied Mark. 

“Hey Jason, who’s this?” came a voice almost as obnoxious sounding as Jason’s. Mark wondered why these people sounded the same and as he tried to introduce himself, he was interrupted.

“Oh hey Scott! This is Mark, he’s a friend from work. Yeah, I recently started going gym with him and thought he should hang out with us here,” said Jason. Mark immediately furrowed his brows. He was a pretty healthy guy but he had never gone to the gym or with Jason. “Isn’t that right Mark? 

“Uhh…” Mark started, for some reason he found the right words hard to come by as he suddenly grunted at the feeling of his own shirt starting to feel too tight. His own hand began unbuttoning his office shirt, fanning himself as Mark’s torso began to grow more muscular, beginning to spill out of the shirt and causing some of the last buttons to tear themselves off. Mark blinked, unable to process what was happening and feeling like he was in some sort of dream as he looked down at his torso. 

His chest pushed out, his upper chest suddenly developing pecs that bounced as they fell forward after their surge of growth, both his nipples enlarging as blonde hairs began to replace his own darker chest hair. The hairs travelled down forming a treasure trail as Mark felt his lower chest suddenly begin to house a set of picturesque six pack abs. 

“You okay there Mark?” asked Scott, as a final tear came about as the last of Mark’s office shirt tore away to allow his much larger body to be free as his back started to stretch as he sat up, causing him to grow taller by every second. 

“Yeah uhh I just feel-” 

“Oh I’m sure he’s fine, probably just stretching. We even went to the gym today, working on biceps,” interrupted Jason. Each part of his torso seemingly bloated as Jason went on and on about their gym routine and Mark simply shrugged his shoulders as his arms were the next to expand, widening as his hands grew to get a firmer grip on the more familiar feeling controller. It felt as if coming home from work or gym to spend time playing with Jason was the norm as Mark’s growing fingers wrapped around the controller and he only just noticed he was mindlessly playing a game with Jason and his buddies. “How are you feeling Mark?”

I feel weird, Mark wanted to say.

“I’m good man,” replied Mark as he felt one hand coming to his crotch, adjusting it as his bulge began growing in his own pants, beginning to feel his calves and thighs threaten to burst his pants. 

“Yeah we’ve been working on his quadriceps and stuff too,” assured Jason, Mark kicked off his shoes, almost drooling as his eyes were glazed over and playing the game with no real focus and no attention to his changing body. As his feet began to grow, Mark began to feel all his focus and passion to work and the office shrinking. He found himself still adjusting on his seat as his legs continued to grow more muscular as he scratched at his blonde facial hair that continued to grow and spread around his chiselled jaw. “Mark do you wanna meet at the gym later?” 

As Mark stifled a groan from the feeling of his larger throbbing crotch, he felt his changing face. His nose shrank. his eyes blinked and became blue, no longer needing his glasses which he tossed away and his neck thickened to allow a deeper voice to sound out of his thinner and smaller lips. 

“Yeah bro that’d be great,” said Mark. He almost sounded exactly like Jason and his friend Scott now as he looked down at himself. “Give me a minute.” The dedicated office worker was now a more relaxed gym bro and as he stepped away to go change into some clothes when he realised he was almost naked except from some tight fitting underwear.

Nonetheless Mark decided not to wear too much, he enjoyed feeling and being able to look down to see his muscular body, and he couldn’t believe it when he thought that he couldn't wait to go to the gym to hang out with his bro. 

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As Sean is working another late shift at his retail job, he has the unlucky task of putting up out some stock, a new popular brand of spices from India. However, an accident makes an already lousy shift insufferable and begins to give him what he wishes for a new life.

Featuring — male transformation || racial transformation || forced transformation || public transformation || humiliation || personality change

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[king-craftsman]

The SwapCraft Challenge

“Dude, have you heard of this Swap Craft challenge?”

In came Josh, sweaty and tired, probably just from the late shift again Bradley could imagine. They’ve been roommates for six months and if it wasn’t for the fact that the two had a great interest in Swap Craft, Bradley could barely even imagine that they’d get along at all, it was the only thing they talked about! Bradley got up from the couch.

“No, what is it?” He asked.

“It’s like this challenge where we link our accounts on SwapCraft and then get to change something physical and something mental about each other in turns. Whoever quits first loses,” explained Josh as he continued in, excitedly showing Bradley his own phone where he could see the big bold letters themselves, “Swap Craft Challenge” written in white. A prompt asked if he was willing to ‘Enter’.

“Really?” questioned Bradley, this seemed way too good to be true.

“Yeah, like you can do all sorts of stuff, but there’s no winner. Dude, we should try it!” suggested Josh, Bradley shrugged. Fuck it, there wasn’t any other way he was going to spend the night. After only a few short moments the both of them found themselves in a two-person “lobby” for Swap Craft, with Josh just itching to push play. “Okay but one rule, no mental changes or stuff, okay? I don’t want you fucking around with my head.”

“Man, I’m not dumb enough to do something like that. Plus I bet you I can win without even needing to,” claimed Brad.

“Oh yeah? You’re on,” replied Josh as he pushed play and suddenly saw that it was his turn as he began to focus on his cracked phone. “Now what to do…what to do…” He suddenly looked Bradley over, he hated to admit it but the dude had gained some weight and packed on some pounds these last few months. It wasn’t like it was bad or anything, but it would be fun to see his funny twig of a roommate again that he saw when he first moved in - and that’s exactly what he was going to do. “Ha! Have fun!”

“Wha-” Brad stopped as he glanced down to suddenly see some of the bulges from his stomach pressing into his shirt suddenly rescinded. He hated he had gained weight and wanted to even go to the gym to lose it naturally, but it was no bother, his stomach sank and became flat like it had been only a few months ago. He laughed. “Nice! Okay my turn then.”

Bradley paused, this was a lot harder, he only really had one picture of Josh and he had taken that weeks ago when his phone had broken for the third or fourth time. But what Brad could go for was to see Josh grow taller, the guy was practically a midget being a small 5’9 when Brad himself was at least 6’3, some height was what he needed and if Josh was going to help him grow skinny then Bradley could help Josh grow taller.

Suddenly Josh saw the smirk appear over Brad’s visage and stopped when he felt his own legs churn as they began to spread out, whatever fat he had was pulled against him as he suddenly realised his own torso was also stretching out. He almost felt like he was being pulled from both sides, but not in a painful way as the small 5’8 man became a suddenly gargantuan 6’5 and a hell of a lot thinner because of it. Bradley was in hysterics.

“Oh come on, that’s not funny!” snapped Josh.

“Yeah right, hey if you don’t like it, you should quit,” teased Bradley. Josh rolled his eyes.

“Not fucking likely,” he muttered under his breath as he was just glad it was his turn now, feeling so stupid with his clothes obviously being far too short for him and glad nothing else grew. Though speaking of growth…Brad did say they couldn’t do any mental changes, but transformations never last forever and if he was going to stay skinny, why not give him a bit of a boost? Josh did some tinkering of his own as he looked up, sneering at Bradley.”Hey Brad, do you have that ten dollars you owe me?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s right here,” grunted Bradley as he began reaching towards his wallet, pulling out ten dollars which he threw to Josh and Josh could see it clear as day, a gym membership card, tucked away behind his debit card. It worked and now for the best part.

Bradley shifted as he scratched at his own chest, starting to feel a tingling spread across them as he looked down to see his chest beginning to grow, divulging into pecs that pressed against his shirt, only making it tighter as his whole torso clearly began to bulk up. His entire chest was that of a well trained bodybuilder, completely separate from the rest of his skinny body.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh well I made you skinny, only fair I make you fitter too,” chuckled Josh as he got his ten dollars, scraping it up from the floor. He ignored Bradley’s glare. “Your turn.”

“Okay fine if that’s how you want to be,” Bradley smiled as he scratched at his pecs before an idea came into mind. His smile grew wider as he went on to Josh’s profile page and began typing away. “How are you doing Joe?”

“Joe? What the-” Josh’s eyes became a stark brown in complete contrast to his once blue eyes as he blinked. “I’m doing good, it’d be better if you just quit now then.” He chuckled, yeah Joe, he didn’t know why he was confused by that, it was his name after all, Joe.

“Your turn.”

Joe wanted to have more fun, he quickly began to observe Bradley’s profile and meddled away.

“So how was work today?” asked Joe. Bradley rolled his eyes. Work was boring and he didn’t know why Josh or “Joe” was starting to ask about it now, working in a grocery sto- He blinked. He meant the gym wasn’t all that great.

“It was fine, a couple of new guys joined the gym and I showed them around,” answered Brad as his own shirt was almost becoming a literal tank top with the way that the sleeves were starting to tear from his own bludgeoning biceps that were once skinny arms but had now grown into great muscular appendages for a great beast of a bodybuilder like himself. “Aw fuck this, I’m not letting you ruin my clothes too.” Brad quickly took off his shirt, revealing his sexy abs.

“Well, it’s your turn now, Brad,” chuckled Joe. Bradley was impressed, “Joe”, still didn’t know what hit him or what was about to as work was on his mind - and why not have “Joe” fit his name correctly, instead of working at the movie theatre, he could work somewhere else.

“How was the club tonight, Joe?”

Joe got a flashback of himself suddenly ripping off his own shirt like Brad here as he remembered all the money and guys that were fawning at him over at the strip club he started working at only two months ago. Fuck, it felt good to be able to do that and show off his body. But for now he simply shrugged, didn’t want Brad to distract him, even when he suddenly started to see that his own skin was starting to grow tanned from his head to his toes.

“Okay, well I think you’re- Wait…” Joe blinked. “Why are you asking me about work?” Brad shrugged.

“You asked me,” he replied.

“Yeah but I only asked you because-” Joe suddenly blinked again as he paused and glared at Bradley. “Are you cheating?” Bradley furrowed his brows.

“No!” He said.

“I can tell when you’re lying,” growled Joe. “You know what, I fucking knew it, that’s it.”

“What are you doing?” exclaimed Bradley as he saw Joe rapidly typing and swore his heart had never beat faster at that moment (except after a tough workout).

“Winning this thing,” declared Joe as he pushed down on his phone and Bradley watched as his own feet pushed through his socks, the toes colliding with the fabric all at once before bursting a hole through them all and ruining the socks that became tattered and now barely able to adorn his large and musky feet.

But that didn’t worry Brad enough as much as the idea that any mental changes would come about - but he felt nothing for a time, and then he suddenly felt everything at once as his eyes slammed shut and sparks almost appeared when his own cock was suddenly so large that it was able to poke through his underwear.

“Woah, what the hell?” cried Brad as his hand automatically grabbed at his dick, trying to stop the flow of pre-cum that stained his legs. “Oh my god, what the hell are you doing? Don’t you have to give your intelligence to raise someone’s libido?”

Joe nodded.

“Yep, but it’s worth it, way smarter than you anyway,” grunted Joe as Brad narrowed his eyes. Two could play at this game. “Your turn.”

“My turn…Alright I’ll show you what I’ll do on my turn…” Brad muttered as he bitterly typed away, wondering what to alter, what to change when he smirked. Not only in the next few moments did Joe begin to implode with muscularity (seemingly Josh either missed the fact that you could just alter the muscle mass in the whole body for a little bit more of your intellect if you wanted to).

But suddenly Joe’s own cock was throbbing member as all his clothing was completely gone, ripped away by both his bulge and his great muscularity as he was starting to look more like the real deal himself with every passing turn. “Have fun. Your turn.”

Joe was feeling a different kind of way, he was sure that just a bit more couldn’t hurt as he laid there in the tatters of his own clothes, resisting the urge to bounce his pecs or dance to the music that had filled the room this entire time and the beat which only grew louder in Joe’s mind as he recalled the strip club.

“Fucking…Alright I’ll do this…” muttered Joe as he enjoyed the feeling of watching Brad realise his own cock had also grown far too large for his underwear, almost instantly having to be taken off just in time for Brad to see the cock grow so much more larger as it snaked by, inch by inch.

All while the rest of his own clothing was completely gone shredded by his own well, shredded abs and giant muscular thighs that continued to grow, almost doubling in size to the point where they easily increased his waist size. “Fuck…Not feeling so good.”

“What’s the matter? Gonna quit?” laughed Brad as he looked down at his own phone. Fuck, he wasn’t feeling all that great either as he wanted to see Joe cum for him but a part of him also wanted to still at least be a bit smarter than him.

Fuck it.

He hastily increased Joe’s libido and began changing his face by adding a new profile picture for him. Joe’s own face started to shift from what was once the recognisable thin visage of “Josh” to now portraying the sexy Joe Manganiello with the nose growing larger, the brows thicker, the hair slightly shaggier and the jaw becoming ever more sharper.

“Not yet,” panted Joe as he groaned and looked down. Fuck, he could barely hold it in. He hastily typed away something about Brad, starting to see him as the perfect man to mould and make as he changed his hometown to Dallas, watching the name automatically change to “Travis” now instead of Bradley whilst his own face changed.

The head grew so much more bigger to accommodate the size of his new large body and thick neck with vocal chords that helped showcase some of that southern twang whilst his lips grew thinner and spread across his face. Travis’ hairline shifted back slightly as he grew older with age, only accentuating his facial features like a fine wine and a brown beard appearing over his chiselled chin.

Joe looked down at him.

“Wanna quit now?” asked Joe.

“Aw fuck dude, I think I-” Travis couldn’t even finish what he was saying as he heard Joe moan, not himself before suddenly watching the great muscular beast cum all over himself and his phone.

Travs was barely able to keep his phone out of range as just watching that dark cock almost explode in ecstasy was enough to cause him to give in and cum over his muscular body, looking down and panting in pure pleasure as he saw his seed stain his abs. “Aw god.” Travis reached for some nearby paper towels to clean himself off and handed Joe some spare clean ones.

“Oh man I think I fucked up my phone,” muttered Joe as he saw the “Swap Craft” screen flicker before turning off at once, drowning in darkness knowing it was never going resurface.

“Aw shit, can we not quit?” asked Travis. Joe shrugged.

“Doesn’t look like it, but you can still use your phone right?” questioned Joe. Travis looked down, confused. He could see some other options, one of which he think said ‘Revert’, but he could barely understand it.

“I don’t know what the other words say, but there’s a big green one that says share, if we wanna share our result?” Travis shrugged.

“Hell yeah, do that bro!” chuckled Joe and together they set their camera up, grabbing each other by the hand and tensing their biceps for the perfect picture.

Two lucky sexy fools sending their picture off into a sea of submissions of the Swap Craft Challenge, all showing similar sexy men of all kinds, some having more than two, all showing off their body, the result of the challenge. To this day, there is still no winner of the Swap Craft Challenge.

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[king-craftsman]

The Chrisening

“So the time is- Woah!”

David didn’t expect the oil to kick in so suddenly as he watched his torso bloat out into a mighty fine example of raw power and musculature from his well built biceps and a chest that made it almost impossible to look down at his rock hard abs. It was hard to tell but from the looks of things, his body was only just getting started and he smiled towards the camera that was recording it all. He bounced his pecs for the camera as he continued grinning from ear to ear.

“Looks like that Chris oil I was talking about kicked in,” said David, grunting as he began to feel his own hands catching up to the process, a great heat within his body that spread from his muscled torso all the way to his hands. The both of them starting to enlarge and accomodate the muscular body that he was fast developing, waves of pleasure beginning to emanate from the pit of his stomach, the same stomach that possessed his clear cut abs. “As I was saying, in Lyonesse there seems-” The sounds of rips and tears interrupted David as he could start to see that his legs were becoming far too long and wide for his own jeans. “Seems to be a lot of sources for transformation a lot of- Oh god…Products!”

A large rip suddenly sounded from David’s ass as he lurched forward, the rip only growing more as his thighs began to force themselves out of the jeans and his ass continued to swell. The waves of pleasure that once emanated from his stomach now began pulsing throughout his body from his ass, as if he was being pounded again and again as his hole began growing slightly.

“Oh that’s un-unexpected! Anyway-” Another rip came from the front, the buttons to his jeans all popped at once as his cock began to bulge out of both his pants and his underwear (which was already being stretched to its limits from his ass). “God, that feels so good! But- but the point is transformation doesn't just have to be- have to be about yourself it- Oh fuck!” His cock throbbed. “It could also transform environment as I-”

Another groan, another throb of his cock and another rip as his jeans gave way and allowed the muscle of his upper thighs to spill out into the open air. He had barely realised at this point that he was correct in his hypothesis, the room around him began to change, the plain walls becoming covered in stripes that arranged themselves into odd patterns.

David tried his best to stop himself from cumming but knew that it was practically going to happen, from his research for this documentary about transformation it happened all the time, even when it was risky at making the transformation perhaps a bit too pertinent.

“As I transform and get…bigger-” David couldn’t believe it but he was getting bigger, even his torso too which was almost pulled up as his back stretched and he could hear the bones click, his body becoming less tense all around. He sighed in open relief at the feeling of release for his muscles, once feeling so heavy and almost unnatural, now felt like a real part of his body as his legs elongated too. His hands were now in perfect size to his brawny arms and his feet were next, the toes extending forward like the red stripes that developed on the floor underneath. His soles widened slightly as David was greeted with the sight of size thirteen feet. “The room seems to get bigger too, I think, I feel like I’m almost done- Dick can’t stop…growing!”

David’s hand wanted to wrap around his expanding length but he resisted, almost ready to grab it if it tried, as he kept his mouth shut, stifling his moans as much as he could and trying to hide his arousal from the camera. But by now it was far too late and as the blonde hair replaced David’s brown, as beautiful larger eyes adorned David’s visage and the features continued shifting and aligning with that of Chris Hemsworth, David stopped stifling and let his body almost go limp as he reached such a state of edging that almost took his breath away before he finally released, allowing cum to stain the new white and red floor.

David, or rather Chris, did everything he could not to collapse as he caught his breath from the orgasm as he looked around the room. His pants were thankfully back on, instead of the loose blue he was once wearing, they were now a tight black that kept his ass and crotch in line.

He was coughing and grunting as David felt his own throat.

“Well I- Oh…Oh I wasn’t expecting that,” David laughed to himself at the sound of his suddenly Australian accent and deep voice. He only stopped when he saw the camera was there and coughed to himself. “Right well, this is David, I am now in the body of Chris Hemsworth and it seemed the Chris oil worked. As you can see around me, it looks like the room also transformed into maybe a movie studio or something? But this is just one example of-”

David felt some stirring and coughed again, it was as if his own voice suddenly faltered back to something else.

“It’s just an example of the effects transformation can have around you…” David cut himself short as he started stepping towards the camera, muttering to himself “Better edit that last part out.”

However just as David went to grab the camera, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, grabbing at it before he heard his stomach churn just before he felt his cock erect once again as if he didn’t just cum twice his usual loud moments ago.

“Wait what’s…That’s not meant to happen!” David suddenly looked around at the room to see that it seemed to start appearing so much smaller when, but he knew the size wasn’t changing, walls were beginning to construct around him. He gulped, trying to reach for the camera but unable to as he felt his fingers shrink ever so slightly, all while his arms still stayed the same, if anything they appeared broader just not as muscular.

He quickly let his changing hands reach down and undo his jeans, witnessing his legs as something similar occured to his own thighs, still the same and if anything only wider due to some small sliver of fat that hanged on. His heart skipped a beat, noticing that the same pleasurable heat continued to spread throughout his body all while he managed to barely take his underwear off in time before his cock flopped out. At the very least he knew it had no correlation to the actual size of the celebrity because by now his cock was almost inhumanly long at ten inches, continuing to grow and lengthen out the more he denied himself the sweet pleasure of release.

It was just then at David’s confusion and a thirst for answers (mingled in with a thirst for pleasure), a mirror materialised in front of him floating for just a moment before David blinked and could see the wall practically constructing around him, to see the shifting facial features in front of him. They were already too different to be Chris Hemsworth, the hair was darker and the eyes just closer together and even larger but David could recognise it.

“No! I’m meant to turn into just one Chris…The oil said…Not more! Oh fuck!” David’s panic left him lacking control of his hands, one of them starting to masturbate his ten inch cock and the other going back to his ass, the finger teasing his hole before starting to slowly sink in. First one finger and then another and then another, before David knew it, he was a moaning mess, leaning over the counter and sink that appeared before him and fingering his ass whilst practically fucking his hand as he saw his body grow brawnier and broader.

The definition of muscle was somewhat lost but that didn’t stop David from admiring his still sexy form as he felt the new jawline settle in, the blonde hair and beard lost forever as he became more clean shaven and just as his fingers began to ram into his prostate, David moaned and his larger cock came once again. He looked at the cum that splattered his mirror and the image of Chris Pratt that stared back.

“God, okay, okay let’s uhh let’s think…” David realised he was in some sort of bathroom, quickly getting a towel to wipe away the cum and finding something to put on just as he realised the camera was there. However, whilst he should’ve been embarrassed (even if he was going to edit it out), a cocky smirk came across David’s face instead. “Well just uhh change of plans, the oil had some other uhh…other…effects.” David’s mind felt foggy, it was like words were draining out of him as he could barely remember what to say.

He resisted the urge to flex in the mirror.

“But like I said this all has an effect on the room too, and-” David couldn’t even concentrate on how hard it was to come by words when he felt his cock get erect again, throbbing as if he hadn’t masturbated in weeks as both hands went to grab the kitchen counter. “God damn it…No please, not again! Can’t take it!”

David moaned even as his hand came down to his length regardless and began to masturbate away

“Maybe if I just come, maybe just get it…get it over with. Oh fuck that feels so good!” Like a balloon, his biceps instantly grew, suddenly full of more muscle and making him far more broad shouldered than he already was. It was just at that moment as he continued quickly masturbating that he began to feel tense, that same heavy feeling of unnatural muscle bludgeoning him as his arms started being unable to barely move. “No! No please…let me come…wanna come so bad…”

He almost whimpered, moaning as the environment around David changed, the image of Chris Pratt falling into an oddly familiar pod was the last thing he saw before the mirror itself disappeared with the walls to create a larger empty room. David could barely place what was left of his memory on it, but he knew that this room, this setup was something similar but he just couldn’t understand.

His length dribbled with pre-cum, the head so frustratingly sensitive and glistening, begging him to just touch it, just one stroke to set him off all while his pants didn’t give way but just change to seem browner and more baggy. David tried to think…tried to think…but all he wanted to do was see himself and he tried to pull himself up, tried to catch at least a glimpse of the sweaty set of deep and large abs that were now on his giant torso.

He continued sweating, it was if his muscle bound body wouldn’t let him cum then it would also make it as strenuous as possible for him. It was just his visage that needed to change, the jawline stayed as sharp as ever but the blondeness returned to his hair as David closed his eyes, he couldn’t even see his features if he tried. There was nothing around him to help, just this odd pod that sustained his musculature and it was at that moment he realised.

If the oil could change him into any Chris, perhaps it could have changed them to any version of themselves, even the characters they played.

But this thought disappeared as fast as it came, his eleven inch cock twitched as a tight pair of boxer briefs appeared underneath, rubbing against the head. That was all the stimulation it needed to let loose waves of cum once again, giving release to a great orgasm and special kind of pleasure that not even David could ever resist, as his mind wiped away and left Chris…just Chris, still in that pod, in that familiar movie set and with that great body.

The last parts of David hoped the camera caught everything.

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Lesson In Humility

“Just go ahead and drop me off at The Lux Hotel please and can you please hurry? I’m in a rush.” Edgar Smith was just the latest customer of the ridesharing app DriveU and he couldn’t have been any more annoyed by it.

The expected his business partners to at least send a taxi to the airport but instead he had to spend much of his time lounging around at a busy lobby, trying to download a new app on his phone. DriveU was the first recommended to him and in ten minutes from creating an account, he was already getting into the car of Sanjar, another one of the “underpaid” drivers from one of these ridesharing apps.

Edgar always thought that if people didn’t like it, they could get another job and there was certainly nothing that made him want to pay these people more compared to his own personal driver. After all, at least a chauffeur would have a nice car, Edgar had to stuff his suitcase in the back of a Honda Civic and sit down in the backseat where his legs barely had enough space and the scent of a cheap air freshener made him naseous.

“Also can I roll down the window please?”

“Sat sri akaal,” the driver greeted as he adjusted the rearview mirror and double checked his phone, detailing a path on a map towards the luxurious five-star hotel. He shook his head as his eyes met Edgar’s. “Sorry but it’s too cold.” He didn’t even wait for Edgar to say anything before he began to drive off, causing the man to jump slightly in their seat as they hadn’t put the seatbelt on yet. Edgar glared as he began yanking to put on his seatbelt.

“Well forget your tip then,” mumbled Edgar as he finally clicked his seatbelt and sat back, wiping some of the sweat off his brow. He had practically been rushing through the airport, all he needed to do now was get to the hotel and close this business deal if he could. Edgar was surprised when he looked back up to see that the driver, Sanjay, was staring at him in the rearview mirror. 

“Sorry sir what did you say?” Sanjay asked. Edgar got the feeling the driver knew exactly what he said and he tried his best not to look back but it didn’t seem like Sanjay was going to let it go. “Did you say you were not going to tip me?” Edgar glanced up in surprise, he didn’t expect the driver to confront him and turn the ride awkward as they continued to drive along the streets of the city. “Sir?” Edgar sighed. “Look it was just a…a joke or whatever, could you-” Edgar was going to ask the driver to just let it go, but it seemed like the man wasn’t interested as he cut him off.

“I don’t find it funny sir, I’m sure you understand a lot of people work hard for their money,” informed Sanjay as he looked over at the man and gave a knowing smirk. “But I’m sure you know that.” The car slowed down at a traffic light as Edgar felt a need to itch their hair. For the past couple of years, their hairline had been receding, likely from all the stress of hard work and the fact that they were pushing their late 30s and it showed. “What was your name again sir?” 

“It’s Finneas,” Edgar Finn said at once and suddenly clutched his throat. “Uh I said Finn-”

What the fook? All of a sudden Ed’s Finn’s voice had begun to sound different each time he tried to say his name, each time he tried to say his name, something was changing and the odd voice he was saying it in was infecting each thought and each word. It was like a virus, going from one word to the next yet he couldn’t stop thinking and thus he couldn’t stop changing as his throat began to grow more pale as he grabbed at it. The changes then spread over towards his hands. 

The same hands that were once soft and manicured, used to being in stylish leather gloves in the winter and shaking hands were suddenly beginning to grow larger and calloused. They looked like the hands of a worker. He could hear something too, memories of glasses clinking, orders called, drink and revelry.

One hand scratched at his jawline, the once soft jaw now began to sharpen as all the fat from his face began to drain away as if it was carved out of marble. More so it was carved from a good workout routine, as other memories of hitting the gym came to mind.

But he was too busy for the gym, that’s at least what he told himself. Yet that didn’t stop his pecs from inflating as vibrant ginger hairs grew atop of them, trailing all the way down to his six pack of abs that were formed out of his sinking stomach or how his biceps began to inflate. 

“Stop the bloody car!” Finn clasped an unchanged hand over his mouth and suddenly looked down to see the fingers stretching and the hand growing, suddenly seeing hairs on the back of it, ginger hairs. His accent was undeniabyl Irish as his throat thickened and the vocal chords changed. It was only now that he realised that they weren’t driving in the direction of the Lux Hotel at all. But then in a blink, he wondered why they even would in the first place. “No I gotta…hang on…fuck…”

Finn felt his cock throb and he knew that sooner or later he would be leaking himself out through his growing member, his once five inch cock was now seven inches soft as a prominent bulge in his suit pants showed. 

He was already beginning to forget all about his deals and proposals, the years he spent all on business school and the many office hours he spent working his way up until he had the capital and leverage to launch his own company. Suddenly it was being replaced with being a workie, doing all sorts of odd jobs and manual labour until he was ready to start his own business, not a company, but something akin to a small bar where he continued to work long hours.

His snobbish attitude was beginning to dissipate, replaced with one that was more loyal, more hard-working, one with more grit as memories of typing reports on a computer keyboard were shifting into memories of wiping down a bar and serving drinks. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll nearby be at your destination,” said Sanjar with a smirk on his face as he continued to drive. Finn tried his best to resist, to hold on but it was all just too much for him as his legs thickened and the suit pants transformed into a pair of rough jeans that contained his meaty legs.

His feet pushed forward, the suit shoes stretching out into sneakers as Finn felt his hairline inch forward, growing younger by at least a decade as the wrinkles from his face and years of stress from the corporate world evaporated. All that was left now was his face and he could see himself in the rearview mirror, how his jawline was sharper, his nose grew larger and lips fuller with freckles on his cheeks and his eyes becoming green as his hair was no longer scruffy, thin and brown.

But instead it was a full head of ginger hair and just as Finn realised what he looked like, he felt his cock throb once more and pleasure take hold as he came. 

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever, sending him into a deep abyss where pleasure was all that ever existed as his head lulled back and he moaned in his new rich and deep voice. All in all the English businessman in the car was gone and instead there was Finn, the sexy Irishman as the car came to a still outside a brick building illuminated by its green neon sign. O’Reilly’s was splayed across the front and Sanjay heard the sound of the app go off, telling him that they were at their destination.

“We’re here sir,” said Sanjay. “Are you alright?” The man turned, barely containing his knowing smile as he looked at Finn in the backseat who lulled his head forward, blinking like he was coming out of slumber. “Huh? Oh yeah thanks mate, I’ll be sure to tip you,” said Finn with a friendly smile as he took out his phone and rated the trip five stars, leaving a generous tip for the driver. After all, he was a bartender, he knew the value of tips and he got out of the car, feeling like a new man as he walked into the bar for another shift of honest work. 

Sanjay drove off, leaving another customer more than satisfied.

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Twitter got blocked in my country so I just wanted to say I really like your posts, you're one of the few there that had variety when it came to the short stories and I really liked that

Oh my god nooo I'm so sorry!

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[king-craftsman]

Flame On

Timothy was going to be something special. At least that’s what he’d always have dreamed of. Ever since he could remember, he always wanted to be a scientist. Whereas most people would’ve gone out of the astronaut or scientist or fireman stage in their teenage years, Tim found himself rather good at holding onto his dreams. Stubbornness and ambition had created the perfect cocktail of the unrelenting scientist, so much so that everything in his life took a step back compared to his work.

Even himself.

He didn’t mean to ‘lose’ himself, but when he was spending 50-60 hours in a lab every week and getting by on ready-male noodles and coffee, he wasn’t exactly healthy nor did he look it. A pale and gangly man in a white lab coat, he tended to get sick, deal with headaches and generally not look after himself. But all that didn’t matter when he stood in the heart of the bustling laboratory, surrounded by rows of advanced equipment and monitors displaying intricate data. His passion for science and technology drove him to push the boundaries of innovation, and today's experiment held the promise of a breakthrough that could revolutionise energy generation. It was years in the making, from even before he was born. But now he may have finally found the breakthrough to create infinite energy and practically save the planet, like some kind of superhero.

As he meticulously adjusted the settings on the console, preparing for the start of the experiment, he got more focused. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as he neared the culmination of his tireless efforts. However, within the controlled chaos of the lab, an unexpected anomaly emerged unbeknownst to Timothy in his tired state. He’d stayed up all night to do this experiment, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him now. 

“This is Timothy Hawkins, okay this is…9th August 2024…let’s see how this goes,” said Timothy out loud for the recording. “Testing our infinite generator, nicknamed Flame, converting heat into electricity…3…2…1…Flame on!” 

A sudden surge of energy coursed through the generator, causing lights to flicker erratically and the room to shake. Tim looked up and around, shocked as he felt himself almost losing his footing, having to grab one of the lab tables as his heart raced. Before he could do anything, he saw that the generator was  a blinding glow enveloped him. At first Tim thought it was an explosion. Maybe the generator overheated. Maybe one of the circuits malfunctioned. But he realised that if it truly was an explosion, then he was either very lucky or very wrong, because he shouldn’t have been able to even think or contemplate if his lab had just blown up.

He should’ve been gone, turned to dust. But he was still thinking, still standing, he opened his eyes as he glanced around confused. Instead a great heat washed over him in waves, tingling and pulsating through every fibre, every cell, something seeping so deep into him that Tim almost thought the heat was coming from within. 

“What on earth?” Timothy looked shocked at himself as he began to feel his muscles starting to grow, his pecs inflating and biceps thickening as suddenly there was a tight blue spandex beginning to form over his arms. “Oh fuck!” He continued to feel the spandex starting to form down his arms as they began to slither over his chest. Hairs began to grow on his chest, swirling on his growing inflating as his own two pecs were continuing to grow hairy and hotter, making him feel so much pleasure ricocheting through his system as his nipples grew perky as the spandex covered over them. 

It surged up and down, the source of the heat seemingly in his core, where it began to reshape and redefine his abdomen. He could feel his abs tightening, the muscles contracting as they started to grow and thicken. With each breath, the change became more pronounced — his once pudgy stomach from a lifetime of junk food and unhealthy eating was now developing deep grooves as his abdominal muscles swelled into a sculpted six-pack.  

“O-Oh my-” Timothy blushed as he couldn’t believe how good it felt, to feel the muscles growing, the heat from within his chest spreading all over his body as he looked down. The skin stretched taut over the firming muscles, revealing the chiselled contours beneath. Each ridge and valley of his abs became more pronounced, the deep blue spandex conforming to the newly developed muscles. “N-No I-” He moaned again as he could see his hands beginning to sweat and stretch, just as he was thinking of trying to press his fingerprint to the sensor and get out of the room. But try as he might, his fingers had changed too much that the sensor could only read:

FINGERPRINT NOT RECOGNISED.

O-Oh god what was the emergency code again?! He thought to himself as he tried that, but by then it was too late, his hands having grown, the spandex climbed over his arms and suddenly fitted his hands with dark leather gloves. 

They were so large and growing that as he tried to push in the code, he accidentally pressed two numbers at once and failed. Just as he was thinking of trying again…the pleasure got too much as his cock throbbed, starting to make him leak his memories and he realised…he couldn’t even remember the code anymore.

“Oh god I gotta- N-No!” Timothy moaned as he tried again but to no avail, the code was definitely wrong and he couldn’t remember. The spandex continued travelling down, trapping the heat in his body as his ass was the next to change, inflating into a perky bubble butt whilst more and more memories of being a scientist and the trip into space that gave them their powers in the first place. He moaned and staggered, gripping onto a table as he felt his ass continuing to grow out, inflating and enlarging whilst his thighs were the next to grow muscular.

Time seemed to stretch and part of Timothy wondered if it was something to do with his failed experiment, if there was some time dilation happening then and there. At least he was still thinking scientifically, but he couldn’t stop himself from the overwhelming surge of sensations as pleasure continued to ricochet through him. His entire body tingled with an electrifying current, as if his very cells were undergoing a metamorphosis, changing and warping as the DNA within him was changing. It was a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving.

The heat travelled around to his cock that began to thicken and lengthen, his crotch practically on fire as pubic hairs grew around his now eight inch cock.  His thighs thickened, the muscles expanding and pushing outward as they became more defined, bulging with strength. The deep blue spandex stretched tight over his growing quads, clinging to every curve and contour as his legs took on a more massive, muscular form. 

“Oh goooooodddddd-”

Timothy couldn’t even think straight as the intense heat pulsed downward, flowing into his feet. A tingling sensation began to spread from his toes, growing stronger with each passing moment. His shoes tore apart, the seams splitting apart as the toes lengthened. The soles continued to stretch, as if being pulled by invisible hands, sweating as brown hairs grew atop them. Before he knew it, the spandex material reached down over his feet and morphed into dark leather boots that hugged his muscular calves and large feet.

Gasping for breath, Timothy staggered backward, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience, still not able to think of ways to stop whatever was happening to him. The generator shouldn’t have been able to do anything like this. All the while his senses heightened, and a surge of vitality surged through his veins, rendering him acutely aware of every shift within his body, only for him to feel his intellect shifting. It wasn’t as if he was growing dumber but more like his memories were dissolving and turning into something else, making him grow more into astrophysics than anything to do with energy generation.

In that moment, he became acutely conscious of a subtle yet profound change. His clothes felt constricting against his shifting physique, the fabric straining over muscles that seemed to expand and ripple beneath his skin. He reached up to adjust his glasses out of habit, only to realise that…he didn’t have any glasses. Not anymore. And then with another blink, his memories shifted to make him realise he never had glasses. That he was always this tall. That the growing muscles and biceps of his were always there.

Timothy tried to move, but he was disoriented, the room moving about like he had vertigo and in any moment he’d fall onto the wall or drop onto the ceiling like gravity was reversed.

His face continued to shift and churn, almost as if the skin was boiling like the surface of some heated water, becoming malleable. His cheekbones grew higher, more apparent as the fat from his face melted away. His nose widened and lengthened slightly whilst his lips grew larger and fuller. In the blink of an eye, his irises turned to a dazzling baby blue. His unhealthy and thinning hair began to recede, becoming a buzzcut. All the while as he felt his face, he was too distracted and finally the vertigo got tohim, making him fall back. Tim’s jawline grew all the more chiselled and his cock continued to throb, again and again, the pleasure soaring to new levels as the heat in his crotch continued until finally.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna-” 

Cum rocketed out of Timothy’s inflated member, spraying the insides of his new spandex outfit as he writhed on the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and shut tight as the pure bliss of orgasm was beginning to invade his mind and with it, he was losing all his old self as it began to drain out of his cock.

A surge of panic coursed through him, like he had woken up from a dream as Timothy suddenly sat up…He could still think…He could still…

Johnny examined his hands, watching in astonishment as wisps of flame flickered to life at his touch. The flames danced along his skin with a mesmerising yet controlled grace, casting an orange glow around him. 

It was an incredible sight, simultaneously beautiful and terrifying and scientifically impossible. 

Until now. 

His body was somehow conducting its own energy. He couldn’t believe what had happened, dregs of his old self still around as the heat trapped in his spandex and supernaturally warm body had already evaporated the mess he had left in his spandex. 

The last parts of Timothy caught his reflection in a nearby monitor, revealing a sight that defied all logic – he had transformed into Johnny Storm, the embodiment of the Human Torch from the pages of comic books and movies that had once been his refuge. 

Johnny’s breath caught in his throat, unable to comprehend his experiment that had somehow rewritten his very existence. But then again, there were weirder things in the universe, at least according to what Reed was always going on about. He grunted in surprise and felt like his voice was now deeper and with it, came a whole newfound charisma that made everything just so much more exciting and smoother coming out of his throat. Johnny started to blink as more and more of his memory and real self was finally coming to him, a cockiness and intrigue as he stopped looking so shocked in his reflection and instead was admiring himself in his spandex as he smirked.

“God damn…” Johnny murmured as he looked at his flaming hand and continued to watch it. “Just wait until Reed gets a load of this, that smart ass won’t know what hit him.”

For some reason there was still the dregs of doubt that came around, like Johnny was forgetting something. But he was sure if it was important, it’d come back to him. Right now  what he knew most was that he was one of the best heroes that there ever was.

“Flame on!” Johnny uttered as flames raced across his body and he began to feel power and pleasure ricochet throughout his entire body, ready to go out there and show the world the Human Torch. 

And of course he was smart enough to know just how he might be able to create the perfect conditions to make the rest of his team, starting with Reed.

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