maximumdreamwasteland

[maximumdreamwasteland]

Hi, I am tired of being a nerd, could you maybe make me more like a chav?

I glance up at the shop sign once more, "Mystique Apparel," before stepping into the ominously dark interiors. The lighting inside is dim and eerie, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The shop seems empty but as I walk to the center, a man suddenly appears out of nowhere, grinning widely.

He's ruggedly handsome, with piercing eyes that seem to look right through me. "Welcome," he drawls, his voice deep and hypnotic. "I'm Ezra, the owner of this establishment." I nod hesitantly, suddenly feeling out of place in my nerdy attire.

Ezra’s eyes roam over me, and a smirk curls his lips. "You're here for a change, I see," he says, more as a statement than a question. I nod mutely, not trusting my voice. He gestures towards the dressing room at the back.

As soon as I step inside, I notice a set of clothes laid out for me. They’re not what I expected at all. Instead of the trendy, fashionable clothes I had in mind, there’s a tattered hoodie, a pair of baggy track pants, and some worn-out sneakers. I frown, unsure of what Ezra is getting at. Nevertheless, I strip out of my own clothes and awkwardly put on the ones provided.

The moment the fabric of the hoodie touches my skin, I feel a strange tingle spread through my body. It’s as if a wave of relaxation washes over me, and all my worries and inhibitions seem to melt away. I find myself slouching, the hunched posture coming naturally as I become more laid back and carefree.

Next, I put on the track pants, and it’s like I’m hit with a sudden surge of horniness. My hand goes to my crotch, cupping the bulge that has grown there. It’s... sizable, to say the least, and I can’t help but give it an experimental squeeze, a lecherous smile spreading across my face. The once modest bulge in my pants seems to grow larger, the fabric stretching to accommodate my ever-increasing size.

Finally, I slide my feet into the dirty sneakers. The pungent odor that hits my nostrils should repel me, but instead, it ignites something within me. A desperate desire begins to build, a yearning for the musky, sweaty scent of the shoes. I bring one foot up to my face, inhaling deeply, a moan escaping my lips. The taste of leather and grime on my tongue is surprisingly... arousing.

As I stand there, lost in a haze of pleasure, I can feel my intelligence slipping away, bit by bit. Complex thoughts are replaced by simple ones, my sharp wit dulled into a foggy blankness. I don’t even notice the changes in myself; all I can think about is the next hit of pleasure that I crave so desperately.

Eventually, the door to the changing room creaks open, and Ezra steps inside. His eyes immediately go to the obscene bulge in my pants, a predatory glint in his gaze. “I see my little project is coming along nicely,” he remarks, his voice oozing with arrogance. I simply stand there, a vacant look in my eyes, the once intelligent spark completely gone. “Should we test out your new... attributes?” he says with a smirk, reaching out to grab hold of the track pants, pulling them down to reveal my aching, weeping cock.

The sight seems to trigger something in me, and I lunge towards him, my mouth seeking his in a bruising kiss. He eagerly returns it, his tongue tangling with mine, and I can taste the faint hint of cigarettes and something else... something musky and distinctly erotic. Without breaking the kiss, he shoves me down to my knees, and my hands immediately go to the dirty soles of his shoes, my tongue lapping at the filth with an almost animalistic fervor.

His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back as he spits right into my face. The warm glob of saliva drips down, and I can’t help but let out a groan of pleasure, my tongue darting out to lick it off, the salty taste making me even more ravenous for him. Then, he shoves his cock in my mouth, the taste of it is overwhelmingly musky, a mix of sweat, pre-cum, and that distinct dirty flavor that seems to drive me wild with lust. I eagerly suck him off, the noises obscene in the confines of the small changing room.

As Ezra reaches his peak, he grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock deeper into my mouth, his hot, musky cum shooting straight down my throat. As I swallow his load, something changes inside me. My memories start to shift and warp, rewriting themselves into a new narrative.

I remember growing up in a rough neighborhood, being the dumb, easy slut that everyone used and discarded. I was too stupid to do anything else, my days filled with empty-headed horniness and a desperate need for someone to control me. And then Ezra found me, a lost stray wandering the streets. He saw the potential for a good fuck toy in me, and he took me in, grooming me to be his perfect chav slut.

As I come back to my senses, the taste of Ezra’s cum lingering in my mouth, I find myself grinning dazedly up at him. "Fuck, boss, that was amazing," I mumble, my speech slow and slurred, the remnants of my former intelligence completely erased. All I can think about is the next hit of pleasure, the next command from my dominant owner.

[maximumdreamwasteland]

Failed Wishes

Part II

(Click Here for Part I)

The night had been a grueling marathon of drudgery and degradation at the bar, each hour stretching out before Eddie like a cruel joke. After cleaning up the last of the spilled drinks and enduring Margaret's final cutting remark of the evening, he stumbled out into the cool night air, feeling every bit as used and discarded as the trash bags he hefted into the dumpster.

In that moment of sheer exhaustion, with the stench of the alley clinging to him, Eddie's thoughts turned to his guitar, collecting dust in a corner of his room, and the dreams he used to have—dreams of stages, spotlights, and adoration. But those dreams seemed as distant as the stars above the city's haze.

Leaning against the cold brick wall, he let out a sigh and gazed up at the night sky. A desperate wish escaped his lips, "I wish I had a different life . . . I wish I was someone else —someone successful, no bills, just luxury."

The sharp laughter of bar-goers in the distance cut through his reverie, a stark reminder of the world that didn't see him, that didn't care. The wish lingered in the air like the smoke from a snuffed-out cigarette, as Eddie made his way home.

The next morning, Eddie awoke with a start, feeling an unfamiliar weight and tension in his body. As his vision cleared, he noticed the expensive, silky sheets he lay in and the minimalist luxury of the room around him. It wasn't his dingy apartment; this was something else entirely.

Standing in front of the expansive mirror that covered the wall of his opulent bedroom, Eddie meticulously examined the reflection before him. The wealth he had longed for was evident in his surroundings, but it had come packaged in a way he hadn't anticipated—an Asian body, the face of a man called Kenzo.

Thoughts flowed with a clarity and speed Eddie wasn't accustomed to. He attributed this mental sharpness to his new body and perhaps the absence of drugs and alcohol that had clouded his thinking in his previous life.

He touched his face, tracing the unfamiliar features—a sharper jawline, a sturdy brow, eyes that were an almond shape. His skin had a tanned hue with fine lines and subtle variations in texture that showed his mature, 40-something years old age. There was a moment of disconnection, a flicker of denial, but the truth was right in front of him in the form of a muscular Asian man.

He ran his hands over his chest, feeling the firmness and definition of solid and well-defined pecs, a stark contrast to his previously slender frame. He noticed sparse black hairs on his chest and arms, a light dusting that was different from his previous shaggy body.

He flexed experimentally, watching with a mix of fascination and disbelief as the muscles moved under the smooth skin. Lifting his arms, he noticed his dark black pits, but it was neatly trimmed, showing a level of personal grooming that Eddie had never bothered with. There was a musk, different from his own. It was lighter, almost sweet, a natural musk that didn’t carry the sour scent he was familiar with.

He turned his arms to see the interplay of muscle and sinew. The biceps were noticeably larger than what he was used to, and the forearms were veined and thick. His legs, too, were different—thicker and more muscular, shaped by what he assumed were countless hours of training and exercise. He noted the absence of the tattoos that once lined his arms and legs, a part of his identity that was now conspicuously missing.

This was what he wanted—strength, success, a body that didn't exude weakness. “Kore wa... so different. Muscles, tsuyoi ... skin, chigau. Look at kono hair, trimmed, neat. Nioi ... it's oishi.” Hearing his own voice was a startling experience. The deep, resonant tone carried a weight and authority that Eddie had never associated with himself. But it wasn't just the sound that surprised him; it was the language. Each word he attempted in English stumbled off his tongue, often getting jumbled or replaced with Japanese. "English... muzukashii ... why can't I...?" His voice, now imbued with a strong Japanese accent that matched his body.

Eddie turned to his new wardrobe, his hand grazing over the fine fabrics of suits and shirts that Kenzo no doubt wore with effortless sophistication. But today, he reached for something more casual—a sleek jacket and a crisp t-shirt, something closer to his former, more youthful style.

As he dressed, the clothes fit perfectly, hugging his new muscular frame in a way that should have made him feel empowered, stylish. In the mirror, he was mesmerized by the reflection of a man who could command a boardroom, or turn heads while walking down the street. Despite the outward appearance, a part of him still felt like a scrappy, edgy musician. Looking in the mirror one last time, he tried to find a hint of his old self, but he found only Kenzo's distinguished face looking back at him.

He ventured out onto the bustling streets, feeling the unfamiliar weight of age and muscle. People's glances felt different here; where Eddie was used to being overlooked, now he caught the attention of everyone around him as an older, stylish Asian man. He also noticed that men, some discreet and others more overt, were giving him flirtatious looks. At first, he brushed it off, attributing it to a difference in cultural interactions or a misunderstanding on his part. He found himself unexpectedly responding to the attention. He caught his gaze lingering on handsome men, feeling a pull of attraction that was both confusing and new. Was he gay in this new body?

To explore his new body, Eddie headed to the gym. Amidst the clatter of weights and the rhythm of treadmills, a tall man caught Eddie's attention. He was the epitome of fitness, with a confident aura that seemed to fill the space around him. This man, with a friendly smile, approached Eddie, striking up a conversation with a casual ease. Eddie, almost instinctively, flexed his new muscles showing off his new body.

“Wow, man, that's some serious arm you got there! You're definitely doing something right,”the brown-haired bodybuilder commented.

“You think so? It is hard work. You also, very... dedicated, I can see.”

"Thanks, man! I try to keep up the intensity. I noticed you over there. Impressive lifts. What's your name?"

"Kenzo. And you?"

"I'm Jake. So, Kenzo, you've got a real presence, you know?"

Eddie, now somewhat more at ease, allowed a genuine smile to cross his new face, realizing that charm transcended language barriers, "Presence, ah, arigatou. You make me feel... welcome."

“Anytime, Kenzo. It's great to have someone good-looking to talk shop with. You're pretty cool to hang out with.”

Eddie, still acclimating to his new body and the unexpected shifts in his attractions, found himself surprisingly at ease with the man's attention. The connection was undeniable and soon, they agreed to continue their conversation in the locker room.

One thing led to another, and Eddie found in the showers himself getting intimate with the bodybuilder. He can feel the water hitting his muscles and flowing over his broad shoulders and chest. He feels a tingling sensation as he watches his pecs flex under the water. He feels proud of the physique you now possesses. He was surprised how his new body’s height, strength, and girth easily dominated the bodybuilder. "This is... different, ne? Good, but different. I feel strong, more... powerful, maybe," Eddie muttered to himself. His arms, now strong and defined, enveloped Jake comfortably, reinforcing the realization of his own physical strength. He had never topped a man before, but the physical sensations of his new Japanese dick were heightened, more vivid than anything he'd experienced before. It was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations under hot water, vastly different from any of his past experiences.

After his rendez-vous, hunger pangs prompted him to a nearby fast-food joint from his old life. However, he struggled to place his order, “Um … Hello, I... want burger onegaishimasu. No... ah, spicy. Simple, simple burger. Tomato, lettuce, and... cheese, hai.” But now, as he bit into a burger, the taste was off. He complained to the cashier, "Excuse me, sumimasen, this burger... it tastes, ah, chotto funny. Maybe... something is not right? Can check, please?"

The frustrated cashier told the new Eddie, "Look, we cook our burgers the same way every day. No one else has complained. It's the same recipe, same kitchen. Maybe it's just not made from cat meat like you’re use to."

A snicker arose from customer around the older Asian man. “Yeah, Chink. There’s a Panda Express up the street.”

He realized that his taste buds seemed calibrated for different flavors, and this greasy food didn't sit well with him at all.

Standing there, with the half-eaten burger in hand, he caught his reflection in the glass window. He scrutinized the shape of his face, the darker complexion of his skin. Eddie felt a wave of something he couldn't quite place – was it self-loathing? He saw his new life through a lens tainted by the very real racism he now faced firsthand.

Eddie’s attempts to maintain his former lifestyle were equally fraught. He tried to continue playing music, but his old, carpal tunneled fingers, accustomed to the dexterity of a young musician, fumbled on the strings. Concerts that he used to once love only sounded like monotonous noise. The music community, once a source of camaraderie, now seemed distant and unrelatable.

Eddie had always thought that wealth and success would mean a better life, but as he moved through Kenzo's world, he realized the grass wasn't always greener. Months had slipped by since Eddie found himself in Kenzo's body, each day blurring into the next. The vividness of his previous life, the nights at the bar, the music, the feeling of his guitar in his hands, all started to dim in his memory. The hustle of his old life was being replaced by a schedule of board meetings, business deals, and a lifestyle draped in luxury yet lacking in the grit and earnestness that he was used to.

In this new world, Eddie had started to carve out a niche for himself, despite the initial resistance and confusion. He was forming new connections, albeit with business colleagues and acquaintances who respected him for Kenzo's status and wealth.

Sitting alone in the spacious, yet impersonal office that came with Kenzo's life, Eddie often found himself pondering his life. The burning question that haunted his thoughts was whether he could ever return to his own body, to his own life. Did he even want to? This new life was laden with comforts and opportunities he had never dreamed of, but it lacked authenticity and passion.

As he gazed out the window at the sprawling city below, a mix of longing and acceptance battled within him. Was there still a chance to reclaim the life he once knew, or should he make peace with this new identify?

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Take away the last that he has left

When I started trading body parts with my ex best friend Ryan I couldn’t stop. It all started when I turned 17 and my father gave me a family heirloom, it was a small wooden box with some engraved figures of Asian descent where my family comes from.

I decided to talk to Ryan the next day, we were both sitting relaxing facing each other on my bed and facing me in the chair in front of my computer. When I told Ryan about the relic he suggested that we sell the box at a pawn shop and that he buy a car with the money so I could get a girl to fuck with and lose my virginity.

For a moment consider Ryan's words because he was absolutely right I was still a virgin, During all my friendship with Ryan I was always jealous of him, he was always popular and good with girls instead I was just a chubby Asian nerd with glasses, I really wanted to look a little more like him.

At that moment we both touched the box at the same time, and we both felt that a slight electric current ran through our bodies, but especially I could feel something growing between my legs, Ryan, as extroverted as ever, did not hesitate to find out what the strange movements were. They came from his cock, he stood up and took out his cock with his hands and to their surprises something supernatural was happening, what a minute ago was Ryan's huge cock reduced its size and changed its shape until it became an exact copy of my pathetic cock.

- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME ?! WHY DOES MY DICK LOOK SO DIMINUTE? - He started to make a scandal that was heard throughout my house and thank God my parents were not at home to hear all the curses that Ryan said before completely venting.

He could notice how a huge bulge grew in my shorts as he finished cursing a tiny cock, without any kind of delicacy or prior warning he put his hands on my shorts and lowered them to my knees to reveal my new and glorious cock, I just barely and I could believe that this was my cock, the shape, the color, the size, the hair, everything was completely different.

It was obvious what had happened to us, Ryan and I had traded our cocks for the power of my family heirloom, we spent the entire afternoon experimenting with the powers of the box and discovered that we could exchange any part of our bodies.

It all started with a small favor -Dude, do you think you can lend me your muscles? I just need them to have a little more confidence in me and to be able to fuck a girl! - He agreed without hesitation, after all he was my best friend and he felt sorry for me and how pathetic I was.

When we both touched the snare and after wishing in my mind "I wish my body was more like Ryan's" my body started to heat up at the same time as my muscles started to grow and the extra fat covering my body was transferred to the body of Ryan, I could feel the power and arrogance growing in me as soon as I saw myself in the mirror, it was like seeing the version of myself that I always wanted to be, there was only one problem, it was my face, it did not fit with my body, but everything others looked and felt great.

We exchanged our clothes, I slowly took off my shirt to give it to him, Ryan seemed a bit ashamed of his new body he was used to showing off his muscles whenever he could, but now he was rather flabby and with pale skin except for his expensive.

He made me swear that he would return his body as soon as he found a girl to fuck, even though he hadn't given me his cock I felt much more confident and virile. When everything was ready, I left his house and went directly to the mall where there were a lot of girls willing for me to take them to bed, now they were more attractive, but there was one thing that I did not count on ...

- Damn bitch! How dare you insult me ​​like that ?! who does he think he is? - I was again with Ryan in my room, I was telling him how the bitch Stella humiliated me just before she slept with me, she rejected me as soon as I lowered my pants and revealed my tiny cock, she started laughing while getting dressed again - "there is no way you have a chance with me - so I asked Ryan once more to do me a favor -" I need your cock "- after begging him for a long time he agreed to lend me his cock to lose my virginity.

That was about a week ago and since then I have not returned any of his parts, despite having fucked so many girls that I lost count Ryan has become more and more annoying.

when are you going to give me my dick back?

Dude! my parents asked me what happened with my voice and I don't know what to say

Answer me, please! I haven't fucked for days I really need my body back

Today I met him again at my house not to give him back his body but on the contrary to take away the last that he has left, his face will force him to give me his face by force it is not as if he could oppose me now after all I have his muscles and he's just a fucking virgin nerd now.

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[maximumdreamwasteland]

The Collector gives a gift

This is a birthday gift for Transformee. Also, he writes amazing stories as well. Please go visit his work and wish him Happy Birthday at https://transformee.tumblr.com/  #Birthday Love

Jessie Pavelka was enjoying his day off. He sat outside a coffee bistro enjoying a cup of tea as he rested. Filming had gone on quite a lot recently and he was content with all that he’d accomplished over the years. His lifestyle changes mantra had helped many people lose weight and earned him his own T.V. show where he could promote a healthier lifestyle.  He took another sip of the light colored aromatic beverage and looked up to see a man standing across the way staring at him. He should’ve felt unsettled, but curiosity got the better of him and he just lifted his hand in a halfhearted wave. The man didn’t move, but a small smile did raise up his lips. A lorry drove by and when it had passed, the man across the street was gone.

Jessie blinked and quickly looked around. The man was gone and he felt a little ill then. He inhaled a deep breath and then let it out before taking a sip of his coffee. The acidic flavor tasted sweeter this time. It was pleasant and only made him want to have another. He sat there enjoying his coffee a lot quicker than before, the cup ran dry. He contemplated having another cup, but he kept thinking everything in moderation. He collected his jacket and went on his way back to the train station. As he walked the city, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he looked over to his right to see the man from before keeping the same stride as him on the other side of the street. He sped up and so did the man, he slowed down and so did the man. He opted to go down an alleyway, but found that it was blocked at the end.

He turned around and just five feet from him was the man. His heart beat faster and he felt something too powerful to be human dressed up in those designer clothes. His voice cracked, “Who are you? What do you want?” The man blinked and his fierce stare became kind, the chocolate orbs seeming to care. “You can refer to me as The Collector, I have a friend with a birthday wish and I need you to fulfill that wish.” Jessie raised an eyebrow, “what kind of wish?” The Collector snapped his fingers and inside of Jessie the transformative laced coffee began to churn. “Don’t worry what you’re feeling won’t hurt, in fact in a moment you’ll be overcome with a pleasure you can’t even describe.” Jessie groaned his stomach expanding. The washboard abs gave way as his stomach popped out under his shirt. “No please stop,” he groaned. Jessie’s shirt lifted to reveal his abs. They shimmered in the light as he touched them. The hard coldness startled him and he tore off his shirt to reveal his skin was no longer flesh, but the hard sparkle of a diamond. The Collector reached out touching Jessie’s stomach. Jessie moaned loudly as he started to feel what the Collector was talking about. His legs were merging together and turning a steel gray color. He lifted his arms watching as they did the same. “Stop… It’s too much I can’t.” Jessie said as he felt like he was about to explode in pleasure. Unfortunately, his way to release had merged inside his body leaving him stuck in a permanent state of endless pleasure with no end in sight.

The Collector just watched as the man bent backwards until his toes and fingers touched, the skin fusing together. Jessie’s body shone for a minute before he dropped to the ground, the familiar clink of metal as he spun around until falling over. The Collector reached towards him, as he did Jessie’s body shrunk down to a more suitable size to wear. The Collector put him in a ring box and with a snap of his fingers it was wrapped up in a gold foil wrapping paper with a pretty bow to boot.

That evening Adam walked into his home. It had been a glorious day for him, he’d finally restored Mr. Cavanaugh back to his former self, albeit with a love for the farm now. Upon entering his room he pulled off his clothes stripping down, he looked up seeing something shimmer on his nightstand. He held the small box in his hand before finding the card that went with it. He set the box on his bed and opened the card and read it aloud. “Happiest of Birthday’s to you Adam! I wish you nothing, but the best. I hope this ring will bring you a pleasant surprise anytime you choose to wear it.” Adam smiled seeing the Collector’s large signature eloquently written at the bottom. “Ah, he still thinks too highly of himself,” he chuckles undoing the gold wrapping paper. His eyes light up seeing the ring box and he opens it up to reveal the darkened metal held within. A tingle spreads through him as he holds onto it. It fits perfectly on his finger, he feels a jolt of electricity goes through them both his transformation begins. His muscles inflate like a balloon under his clothes, the hair on his chest letting go and dropping to the floor. He runs his lengthening fingers over his chest enjoying the smooth skin. His cock responds to the new skin by getting harder. Wandering fingers reach down wrapping around the swelling member. “Glad to know you were packing,” he said as his face changes. “What an amazing magical gift,” Transformee said as he viewed his new image in the mirror. He wasn’t a vain person, but with a body like this he might have to start being one. Transformee smiled and headed to the bathroom to shower. He had some plans for his birthday present tonight.

[maximumdreamwasteland]

Change of Major

For @writer-ofstuff as part of the 1st Annual TF Writer Gift Exchange!

Professor Bishop sat alone in his new office at the start of the new year, taking it all in and smirking to himself.  With his newfound powers, a college seemed like an excellent playground to test his limits.  So many ripe desires, dreams and hormones as students, athletes, coaches and professors all returned to campus.  Convincing them that he was actually a professor was as easy as a wave of his palm, his own little Jedi mind trick.  And he was certainly enjoying his new studly silver fox body.  It fit his tastes perfectly, all those mature muscles hiding beneath his suit.  But never mind all that.  He was expecting his first student visit at any moment.  Class, as it were, was in session.

Devon nervously stepped up to the door.  New year, new semester, new faculty advisor, hopefully a new major…  He was confident in his decision, but walking through the door and making it official still made him a little anxious.  He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, took the door handle in his hand and turned.  What he didn’t expect was almost falling face-first into the office as the door seemed to open on its own, pulling him forward.

“You’re right on time, my boy, but watch that first step.”  The handsome professor sat behind his desk with a smirk.

“Are you Professor Bishop?” Devon asked, blushing slightly after his less-than-graceful entrance.

“Indeed I am!  A pleasure to meet you, Devon.  I understand that you are looking for a change going forward?”

“Y-yes sir, I am.  I thought about it a lot over the holidays, and I just need faculty approval to-”  Devon was interrupted by a commotion outside.  One of the school teams appeared to be returning to campus after their championship victory.  Without realizing, he found himself staring at all the jocks, wishing he could be part of that group, that they could be part of his group, forgetting why he was there in the first place…

Suddenly the door slammed shut out of nowhere, snapping Devon back to reality.

“Pesky drafts in these old buildings,” huffed Professor Bishop, his hand lowering back to the desk.  “You were saying?”

“Oh, yes, sorry…  I need faculty approval in order to change my major.  I was hoping that you could sign off on it?”

“I suppose I could, but I also know that’s not what you really want, my boy.  What, or who, you want is a change in career, not major.  I know you aren’t satisfied with that holiday job of yours.”

“But- but how could you know that?  We’ve never…” Devon stammered, mind racing at how the Professor could have known about his job at Burger King.

“Oh, my boy, you’re an open book to me,” said the Professor as he went back to writing something on his desk.  “Now put those on.”  Devon looked to the chair behind him as the Professor dismissively pointed.  In it sat a pair of blue jeans, shirt and jacket.

“W-why do I need to change clothes?  I don’t understand.”  This meeting was getting weirder and weirder, but Devon was determined for a change.

“Those used to be- errr, belong to an acquaintance of mine.  He was ready for a change as well but lost a bet and…  Well, that’s beside the point.  All you have to do is put him- ahem, his clothes on.  Pants first please.”

Naturally Devon still hesitated.  How did this turn from getting a signature to striping in front of this professor?  “I don’t think I-”

*snap*

Professor Bishop loudly snapped his fingers, and with them Devon’s mind went blank.  It was like a balloon containing all his resistance had been popped.  “As much as I understand the questions, I do have other students to see after you, so get on with it if you please.”

Devon looked at him helplessly as he turned around, sluggishly removing his shirt, shoes and pants like he was drunk.  Finally he dropped his underwear and reached to find the new pair in the pile in the chair.  “There’s no…”  Devon looked back to the Professor, but his face already said it all before Devon could finish.  And?  Devon turned back, picking up the pair of jeans and stepping into them, sliding them up his legs and buttoning the too-big waist.

“Hmmm, that should have done it…” the Professor said from behind him.  “Turn around, will you, my boy?”

Devon’s feet shuffled around, almost on their own, to face him.

“Ah, the fly!  Not quite fully on there.  Let me help with that.”  Professor Bishop extended his arm, palm and one finger face up.  With a quick upward flick of his finger, the zipper shot up to the top, and a violent jolt of energy rippled through Devon.  “There we go!  Now let’s enjoy the show!”

Devon couldn’t even reply as his body started to convulse and bulge.  The best he could manage as his ass and thighs inflated was an unintelligible mix of moans, half syllables and squeaks.  Beads of sweat started to form as his feet quickly ripped through his old socks, a few dark hairs sprouting on them.  The gasps and moans got deeper as his package grew heavy within the jeans, pulling them tight across the front with a prominent bulge.

The Professor licked his lips, head resting on one hand as he enjoyed his handiwork.  Devon’s torso was next, rippling and bulging almost randomly as his abs popped forward and pecs pushed out and up with every heaving breath.  His nipples grew hard and tight, mounted on solid slabs of muscle as his shoulders bulked up and rounded.  The arms and hands started to flex as they grew longer and larger, sweat glistening down them and across his chest.  Devon’s face felt like it was being massaged and reformed as he aged, hair darkening and styling itself short.  The eyebrows thickened along with his lips, and a nice, dense coat of stubble pushed out along his chin and mouth.  At last Devon stood before the Professor a changed man.  A sweaty, dazed one, but a changed one nonetheless.

“Good!  Very good, my boy!  Well, man now I suppose…  You know what I mean.  Now the shirt and jacket please.”

What was left of Devon turned around again and pulled on the shirt and jacket.  As he did, more of his faculties returned as the final changes took hold; more of the new body’s memories mixing with Devon’s own.  One final turn had him facing the Professor again, this time with a big smile on his face.

“Excellent.  This is what you really wanted, is it not, Devon?  Or should I call you Tyler?  Or Derek?” the Professor said with a grin.

He was actually slightly unsure how to answer, with seemingly 3 sets of memories mixing in his head.  All he knew was that he liked it, like he felt reborn and full of raw power.  His eyes agreed as they started to glow red.

“Oh dear.  Looks like we ended up with more Derek than I planned.  I’ll have to get that fine tuned next time.  In the meantime though, we can’t have you running around starting a new pack at school.  Hold still.”  The Professor extended his arms and balled his left hand into a fist causing Devon to yelp at the surprise sensation of his balls being squeezed within the jeans.  His other hand did the same, and Devon felt a tug on his cock.

“Wait!  What are you…  UGH…”

“I told you to hold still.”  The Professor’s arms started to move up and down, up and down, almost like he was milking a cow.  A stain soon started to form on the front of the jeans as the alpha power was being literally milked away.  The stain grew and grew, with Devon moaning and thrashing about but unable to move from that spot.  The part of him that was Derek snarled and instinctively bared his fangs, desperate to hold onto his new power.

It wasn’t enough though as a final phantom tug triggered a flood; the stain quickly more than doubled in size.  The part of Derek that was still intact whimpered as Devon’s eyes changed from red to yellow back to gray.

After a few more moments, the Professor loosen his grip, allowing Devon to regain his control.  He straightened himself up, suddenly aware of and unsure what to do about the massive spot on the front of his pants.

“So, how do you feel?”

Devon ignored the stain and collected his thoughts. no longer as jumbled with Derek’s presence reduced.

“This feels…  Amazing doesn’t even being to describe it!”  Devon no longer cared how Professor Bishop knew the things he did: a change, his job, his particular obsession with Tyler Hoechlin.  He had what he always wanted, and he didn’t care how.  He simply started into the mirror across the room and smiled.

He figured he knew most everything that Tyler had known and felt able to easily slip into some new roles with his acting knowledge.

“Professor, I don’t know what you say.  How can I…?”

“Thank me?  No thanks required.  Looks like an A+ change to me, if I do say so myself.  And I got a lot of valuable data for- other things.  Now, go start this new year off with a bang, young man!”

“Yes sir!  Thank you again!”  Tyler knew there was nothing else to say, turning to exit that amazing office as the Professor went back to his detailed notes.  Stepping barefoot into the hall, Devon stretched, not noticing that his jeans were no longer damp.  That first, long, strong stretch in that body felt better than he imagined.  He was unaware, as was the Professor, that some of that lost power had been reabsorbed.  Well, unaware until a faint red shine returned to his eyes.  A sly grin crossed his lips as he immediately got an idea, heading confidently down the hall.

Meanwhile Professor Bishop continued his furious documenting, unaware that he had overlooked the possibility of anything being reabsorbed.  Even if he hadn’t been wrapped up in his notes, he likely wouldn’t have heard the slow creak from down the hall as the door to the men’s locker room shut behind someone.

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Greetings! I’m a Georgia boy myself and proud of it but really just live near the city. Can you help me become a scruffy, country southern gentleMAN?

You find yourself drawn into the city one day, the city thathad been scarred by the War of Northern Aggression, the city that had thriveddespite it. You didn’t have anything in mind, just wandering the Atlantastreets. You went to the Coke Museum, and then the CDC Museum, where you saw anumber of exhibits which both intrigued and horrified you. You found yourself wanderingthrough an older neighborhood, the buildings looking like they dated the restof the town by nearly a hundred years or more. You spied a bar tucked away in acorner, and, in need of a drink after your visit to the CDC, you decided tohead inside. You entered and were greeted by a old establishment, with oldchandeliers, gas lights, and framed newspapers pertaining to the Civil War,with articles from all over the South. As you approached the bar itself, asmartly dressed, handsome young man behind the bar began pouring a drink foryou, despite you having not ordered anything. The man drawls “Welcome to the ’62.Make yerself at home and I’ll bring you your drink. Don’t worry, I know what yawant, even if you don’t.” With this cryptic statement, he adjusted his bowtieand turned his back to you. You settled into a comfortable chair and lookedaround, admiring the old-fashioned style of everything. The handsome young man approached,a bottle of wine in one hand, and a glass in the other. Setting it on yourtable with a smile and a wink, he turned on his heels and walked back to wipedown the bar.

You looked at the bottle, having never seen this brandbefore. The bottles label displayed a stylized old plantation house, withgrapevines growing around the edge of the label. “Southern Vineyards, FinestScuppernong Wine. Sourced from North Carolina, Bottled in Nocturne City,Virginia.” You gingerly took a sip from the glass. It tasted sweet, kindafruity, and surprisingly good. After drinking the first glass full, yourefilled it. You sighed, content. Suddenly, you felt…odd. Your chest and armstingled, slowly becoming taunt with lean muscle. Your hair, previously a bitunkempt, became perfectly arranged, a soft brown color. Your skin became lesstan, due to a life indoors. Your sweaty t-shirt and jeans became a fineseersucker suit, custom tailored. Your shoes became dress shoes, shiny and new.Your face was handsome, angular, with just a bit of handsome and carefullytrimmed scruff around your chin. You gazed at all this with astonishment, butit was your least pressing concern. Your memories were being slowly replaced.You were now Thomas Rearden, a successful businessman, the head of the Georgiabranch of Southern Industries, managing the industrial complex and state HQoutside of the city, where sales for Southern Motors, Southern Vineyards,Southern Armaments, Rebel Brew, Dixie Strike, and Dixie Chew were managed. You receiveda call from your secretary, informing you of an urgent matter that requiredyour immediate return to the office. You frowned, annoyed, but glad you had anice glass of wine in your system. Paying the bartender and giving him agenerous tip, along with a slip of paper containing your phone number and awink, you exited.

I know you said country, but I fixated on Gentleman…

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I always loved sports, and played once in a while, but my running speed has always been terrible. So I could never make even the high school football team. Would love to turn into a fast, hot NFL quarterback like Brady Quinn.

Hmmm, a fast and attractive quarterback, eh?  Brady Quinn has been retired for a while, but I have someone else in mind that is available for the moment.  Here, drink this.  

No, I’m not explaining where it came from.  Just do as you are told.  Good lad.  Now go outside and run some sprints - I have others to see after you.

Keep reading

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A new recruit!

Here’s a nice story that came up with my new friend @transformee ! Hope you like what I did, and thanks again for applying to my store, you handsome silver tongue~

It was a rather busy day today and some customer complain that they weren’t being served as fast as they had hoped. They even dared to say that would never listen to Dirk Taat again, as he was the one who recommended the shop. Oh please, like you could ever get mad at the man… Once you’ll look into his eyes, you’ll soon forget why you are so mad about. And excuse me if you are a bit too impatient. It will take time, but your turn is going to arrive sooner than you think. Just then, a young male voice tried to talk to me.

- Excuse me, sir?

- What!?

I turned around, rather annoyed by the customer, when I see your face. An average looking young man with nothing really outstanding going on for him. Though I suddenly feel bad for the harsh answer I gave him. I apologize to him, saying I didn’t mean to be so rude on our first encounter. I looked at him a bit better, but it was still as average as the first look, but I notice a paper in his hand. He had made an effort with his clothes, but his hair was a mess. So with what can I help you today? I tried to ignore the glaring customer behind me who must be quite angry that I decided to turn my back on him. Though I can hear Lawrence trying to calm things down with him. Did he just proposed him a photoshoot? Never mind that, I’m focusing on you and the paper you are showing to me.

-          -   Hello, sir, my name is Andy, and I was wondering if you were hiring, maybe?

That would be a first! This young man actually wanted to apply here? Well my boy, this is very interesting indeed! I could use some more help around the shop. How about a nice little interview within my office, so I can see what position would fit you better. What’s your area of expertise? I didn’t bother looking at the paper he gave me. All I’ll need to know, he’ll tell me himself. But weirdly, the ventilation system wasn’t working well today. This could explain the complaining I have today…

-        -  I’m an engineering student and quite good with math and science, but I’m also good with languages too. I know a bit of Portuguese.

Very interesting, it’s nice that you’re good with languages. This means you know how to work that tongue of yours. You laugh at my joke before answering about your experience in retail.

-        -   I was a server in a restaurant for a while, but that is it. I’m also an old-soul who never were really comfortable around people my age. Hope it’s not a problem?

A server, you say? This information tells me that you know how to act around customers, how to stay polite and keeping a smile on your face when they are being arrogant. Yes, like you saw earlier.

-        -  Do you have an open position as a manager? It could give time to rest on vacation while I’m here keeping an eye on the store.

Well, though I love the idea very much, I’m the manager of my own store and my husband is my assistant manager, so I can’t guarantee you a position like that. But I do have a position that I think you’ll love to grow into. If I may ask, how old are you? 22, you say? So young and yet, so talented! It would be my pleasure to welcome you into my store, my dear Andy

-        -   I love the idea of growing into a position here in your shop!

You make me laugh, kid! You’re really bright, you know that? You remind me a lot of Pe…Dirk! A friend of mine, just as bright as you. So I have a deal to propose to you. Since Dirk is getting me more and more customer every week, it’s a bit hard for me to greet them all and serve myself. What would you say to be the first face they see when they come here? With such nice manners, a killer smile and a nice suit from the store, I’m sure the customers would feel more than willing to be serve by you. What do you say?

-      -    It would be an honor!

You smile widely as I go close the door of my office. I take a bunch of clothes from the wardrobe and hand it to you. This will be your new uniform, you should try it now to see if it fits. You don’t even seem to mind that I’m in the same room as you as you start to get naked. Yes, quite an average body, but that will soon be a thing of the past. From the moment you put on the socks, the change start. You become a bit older as your body take on the form of a nice looking gentleman. I approach you, helping you buttoning up the shirt as I feel your torso growing into the suit, and kissing you tenderly while a beard starts to appear. You kiss me back, still moaning from the transformation, as attach a small brooch on your suit, making it so that you retain your beautiful brain, while absorbing the information the suit is giving you. You moaned harder as play with your crotch through the fabric and I can feel it growing bigger. You kiss me again, with your tongue this time, and boy do you know how to use it! I take a step back to take a better look at you. You are still young looking, but now you have twice the talent and intelligence you had before, I’m sure you can feel it in your brain. I know a lot of guys who would love to get lost in those eyes of yours, listening to your everyday word. You could make a man stain in pants with pre-cum just by talking about a piece of gum. You’ll find you can now speak fluently more than 10 languages. Yeah, you are one hot looking guy, I’m happy you came in my store. And thank you, for laughing at my joke again, I can feel I will love to have you around.

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Springbreak: Turning the table

My husband and I had just arrived at the beach where we would host the most terrific Springbreak party! The plan here was to get a lot of bros, dudes, and frat jocks to come to the party and see how the week will end. There was a lot of magic imbued in this very place. In the water, the sand, the music my DJ boyfriend would play, beer, food, balls, etc. There was a lot to prepare, but we were ready. Then, I spotted him. An adult, obviously, looking my way with a grin. Unless he’d come to me, I would not go to him. So, as Luke and I started our preparation putting up the big top and the DJ station for Luke, I felt his presence behind me with some weak magic. That would be fun. I turn around to meet the smiling man who’s handing me a whistle blower. The magic seemed to come from the item and just by looking at it, I could sense the power coming from it. Did he plan to transform me into some kind of lifeguard for the beach? Let’s see how he likes having the table turned on him.

- Sup man?

- Excuse me, I think you dropped this.

- Dude! Think you got the wrong bro, but I’ll hold on to it until I find its holder.

I took the whistle blower and automatically start scanning it, then transfer my own magic power in it. In the meantime, let’s play along a bit.

- Man, I feel a bit weird, like… Something warm inside… Hey Luke!

I turned to him, showing the blower. I winked at him so he could know what I was planning.

- Think I should be a lifeguard?

- Isn’t that what you are, babe?

- Uh?

- A lifeguard, that’s what you are, B.

- Uh? Oh yeah! I remember!

The man just continues to smile, though he seems surprised that it’s going so well.

- Don’t that feel more fulfilling than hosting a stupid party for failing millennial’s?

- Yeah bro! Oh, hey, gotta go take a piss, mind holding the blower for me, I don’t get pockets!

Instead of just waiting for his response, I just shoved it in his hands.

- Thank you, Sir! But though I appreciate the thought of you wanting to make me a lifeguard, I think that position will be better filled with you. How would you like that, bro?

He doesn’t know what’s happening to him as he can’t seem to drop the object. He feels the power of the whistle blower enter his body, changing it, but his mind is still intact.

- What did you do to me…?

- Just turning the tables a bit. You clearly messed with the wrong bro, dude!

Unable to throw away the blower, he can feel his own body changing, clothes becoming only swim shorts for a true lifeguard. Though his mind hasn’t changed much.

- It sucks, bro, didn’t thought the table could turn on me like that… I didn’t want to call you bro, dude. What the fuck man?

- Don’t worry, your mind is still intact for now, but I thought you could enjoy a bit of what you despised so much for a while.

- Fuckin’ hate those millennial, bro…

- Yeah, funny you should mentioned this, you’re becoming one of them for the next week! Exciting, right bro?

- Fuck off!

- Come on, now. What’s your name, bro?

- You can call me Professor Bishop… Bro

- Bishop, huh? Never heard of you before. So, here’s the deal, man! I’ll let you enjoy the week in this hot lifeguard body. Enjoy this week the way you can and after that, I might release you, alright?

Not even giving him time to answer, I call him bro one more time to activate the change in his mind.

- Hey man! Thanks for hiring me, bro!

- No prob, dude, heard you were the best! Though if you need a break of job or to unload, you’re part of the fun too, so don’t hold back, alright?

- Sure thing boss bro!

As he went away, I tried to remember anything about a Professor Bishop, but really, nothing comes to mind. And honestly, had I not been careful back there, my plan would have been ruin. He clearly had magic in him, might be powerful too, though I didn’t felt any bad intention in the man, probably just wanted to have some fun in his own way. Many supposition came in mind about his identity, but one thing was certain. I am not my old self. I will give him back his body and mind. Maybe he and I could even be friends somehow. Let’s see what time has in store for us.

Thank you to my dear friend @transformee for this great collaboration. Can’t wait to work with you again ;)

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Shrunken

I’ve always been a big NFL fan. I’ve gone to all nearby games, all the fan meetings and I have all the posters. So imagine my excitement when I was walking out of the stadium after the match between the Patriots and the Jets ended and finding an unlocked door, headed straight to the locker rooms. I was fucking ECSTATIC. So of course I had to sneak in! Perhaps I would even like meet Tom Brady before security would find me and I’d have to pretend getting lost.

I walk down a flight of stairs and start to creep around. After dodging a few guards I finally find the Patriots locker room. A lot of hunks walk out at the same time, and my chance to touch Tom vanishes before my eyes while he’s talking to Rob Gronkowski. Finally the hunks leave and I can enter the room. To my disappointment, all that’s left from the team is their delicious musk. Oh perhaps I should have mentioned, I wanted to get some clothes or something from them cause I wanted to possess a player. Yeah I can do all sorts of fun stuff after I drank a potion at some local shop.

I walk around a little but find nothing. Only sweat and droplets of water from their showers. Speaking of showers, I still hear one running? One of them probably forgot to turn it off. Since we’re in a drought, I guess the responsible thing is to go in and turn it off. Totally not doing it to be in the place where my favourite team just showered together, ergo, all their dicks were exposed here. Practically drooling over the thought, I casually walk toward the shower. I look around in the showers to see which one is running and when I turn around, I’m welcomed by a beautiful dripping ass on a delicious muscular body. I gasp and the dude turns around, revealing himself to be Julian Edelman. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I subconsciously walk forward, not paying attention to the fact that Julian is quite annoyed with me and would love to punch me in the face if he weren’t busy trying to cover his endowment. “Oh so it’s gonna be like this?” He stops covering and for a split second I can see the huge cock he was trying to keep me from seeing, but before I could realise I just saw what will probably be the most amazing cock I‘ll ever see, I stiffened and fell backwards.

I get picked up and lifted towards the middle of the locker room. He puts me  on a bench and sits in front of me in an expensive looking bathrobe.

“These fucking obsessive fans always try this shit. Think they can just barge into our locker room and suck our cocks or something. Well you’re in luck boy.” My heart makes a little jump. I think he’s horny enough to let me suckle on his huge dong, but then my mind starts to fog. The room looks like it’s growing and Julian is standing over me, flexing a little and smirking at me. “You’re about to have the best hour of your life boy.” He takes off his robe and I get to look at his fat 9 inch cock more. I’m about the size of his torso now and my head is swimming. He lays his hand on my shoulder before applying pressure, forcing me to shrink even faster. He starts to put on his jockstrap, his cock and low hanging balls squished together in there. I start to drown in my oversized clothes and I trash around, which annoys the hell out of Julian, so he picks up the clothes and puts them in his duffel bag. When he’s done dressing himself I’m the same size of his cock and he lifts me towards his face. “Well buddy, down you go!”

Julian partially puts me in his humid mouth and blows his hot breath over me. At this point I’m extremely afraid he’s about to eat me. “Lol just joking buddy.” He pulls me out again, completely petrified and my hair’s completely ruined by the humidity. For some reason my cock had quite the reaction to the fear and I’m erect and dripping, sadly Julian doesn’t fail to notice. “Got you good eh? Look at that little cock hardened in fear!” Julian almost drops me cause he’s laughing too hard at my predicament. “Don’t worry, you’re not going in there.” Before I can react he pulls at his pants and jock, and he drops me in there. I get smushed between his balls and his gigantic cock and I pass out from a combination of asphyxiation and arousal.

When I come to, we’re back in Julian’s huge mansion and he’s chilling, jacking off while watching me regain consciousness. “There you are buddy, were you tired from the ride here?” I smell myself and I realise I smell like his cock. Julian stops stroking and he walks towards me, holding a small vial with a white milky substance inside of it. He tilts my head back and forces me to gulp it down, although I gag a lot and it’s more mass than I currently am, I manage to eat it all. I feel myself bubble and I’m glad to see the huge room shrink. I feel my muscles grow and Julian looks like he’s even more turned on now that I’m growing taller and wider. A nice beard starts to sprout out of my widened chin and my hair turns darker and darker until it’s almost black. I finally stop growing when I’m 5′11″ and I’m an inch taller than Julian. I lean in and make out with him, our beards scratching and our hands caressing each other’s hot bodies. He breaks the kiss and leans back. “Hmmmm you taste so good Danny.” I let go and look very confused. “Danny? Bro that’s not my name, are you okay Julian?” Julian smirks and grabs some clothes. “Here put this on, I’ll show you.” We get dressed (sadly) and he takes me to a backroom.

In the room I find Danny Amendola, naked, tied to a chair and getting milked. He’s super glad to finally see someone other than Julian but then when we walk closer his look goes from happy to terrified. “Julian? What the fuck! Why am I looking at myself?! Is that what you did with my cum?!” I finally realise that I’m Danny and I start exploring my body, flexing my new muscles and touching my cock. I’m drooling so much over myself that I completely forget the other two hunks, and when I look at them they both are staring at me, waiting. “You done.” Danny says. I hide behind Julian that walks towards the real Danny. “So I found someone that can replace you at the Miami Dolphins, so you don’t have to leave!” Danny’s face becomes white with fear and he starts to protest. Julian grabs another vial with a white liquid, puts it in Danny’s mouth and gags him mid-sentence. Danny starts to moan and shrink, but his face starts to level and soon his mouth, nose and eyes start to disappear. His hair shrinks back into his skin and soon he’s a head with a tiny body and no hair. His small body shrinks further and further until he’s just a head, which has turned very pale. Over a few seconds he begins to hollow and I realise he’s become Julian’s football helmet. Julian goes to inspect his new attire while I casually back off and try to escape without him realising it. I decide to bolt and I run towards the door, but I didn’t know Julian locked it so I fly face first against the wood. Julian laughs and grabs me by the neck. “You’re not getting away that easy buddy, they’re already starting to miss Danny so I’m gonna need you to do a real good job impersonating him okay?” “S-Su-Sure Julian! Whatever you want bro!” Although my impression sucked ass, Julian visibly relaxes and he guides me to the sofa in the living room. “Well ‘Danny’, if there’s one thing that Danny likes most, it’s cracking open a cold one with his homie, aka, me. So sit down and relax okay?” Julian grabs the beer he set on the table and passes one of the two bottles to me. I grab it with pleasure and thank him. Suddenly I see his hand fly at me and something is pressed onto my head. The world becomes a blur of spirals as I drop the bottle and gaze into the nothingness. “Smile Danny!” A dumb grin creeps over my face and Julian puts a pair of sunglasses over my eyes so the spirals in my eyes aren’t visible on the picture he’s about to take. Julian puts an earbud in both of our ears (I guess he wants to hear his handiwork) and he starts a file. I hear Julian laugh as the phone camera snaps. I only see spirals and I pass out as my mind is being rewritten.

“Obey Danny. Obey…”

Hey guys! this was a request from @transformee, hope y’all enjoy!!!

Ps i’m not into vore, just felt like joking about it :P

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Fuck, Swap & Transform

Based on an ongoing post/game from @mrcavanaughtf ‘s Patreon Discord, involving the gentlemen from Guardians of the Galaxy - Chris Pratt, Bradley Cooper and Bautista. What would YOU do with these three?

I stretched my new muscles with a quick grunt and adjusted to my current surroundings. Just as planned, I was in what looked like a green room before a media appearance with Chris Pratt and Dave Bautista. A quick side glance in a mirror confirmed it. I couldn’t believe it worked - I was inside Bradley Cooper!!!  Wasting no time, I stepped up right behind Bautista to play out the rest of my game. Noticing me behind him, he turned around.

“Can I help you, m-”

Not giving him time to finish, I swiftly ran my new meaty palms along his cheeks, clasped his bald head and pulled him into a forced kiss. His arms dropped to his side, suddenly unable to move. I had to work fast as Chris Pratt looked on, unsure what to make of what he was seeing. With every moment, I siphoned away a bit of Bautista’s masculinity, muscle and power. The only other sounds, apart from the long, long kiss, were his meek and muffled protests, my own moans, and the seams of my clothes creaking. Bradley’s, or rather my, ass and thighs strained against the jeans while the shirt sleeves rode up my enlarging biceps and pulled tight across my growing pecs. My stubble pushed out and thickened, quickly filling out into a short beard. Bautista had lost a couple inches, now matching my new 6’1” height but shrinking still, but I knew I had absorbed all I had time for. It was time to wrap things up. Bautista could feel it too, something different.

“Mmmmpfffff!!! MmmmmmMmMmMMMMMM….!”

His protest’s pitch rose as he was on the verge of climax. In one swift motion, I moved my hands down his face, neck, those massive traps, and tightly gripped his shoulders. Finally pulling back from the kiss, I looked into his wide, confused eyes and felt his rapid, shallow breaths on my neck. All he could see was his buddy Bradley Cooper with a smirk on his face, followed a quick wink.

I clenched my fists and gave his body a strong shake from the shoulders. Most of him disappeared with a yelp and a poof, but I could also feel part of his body collapse in my fingers. All that remained was a musky leather jacket.

I reveled in the sound of straining leather as I pulled him on, feeling and hearing the friction as I ran my hands around. Some more of his testosterone seeped into me from the jacket, causing my muscles to bulge even further and my beard to add another week or two of growth. But like I said, I was out of time.

“Wha- what did you do?!?”

Pratt, naturally a bit panicked, yelped from the other side of the room. He looked like he was about to scream for help, so I simply held my finger up to my bearded lips.

“Sshhhhhhhh. Quiet now. After all, you’re next.”

“I’m… next…?”

Chris clutched his throat, suddenly aware that he was unable to speak loudly anymore.

“There, there. Now be a good boy and turn around for me.”

Chris’ feet shuffled around, almost with a mind of their own. He found himself looking back over his shoulder at me, his expression a unique mix of panic and perhaps anticipation as he leaned over onto a table. I simply smirked, ready to take my prize…

“Now drop’em!”

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The Summer Is Magic - Brown

The brown wisp went for the cover-up.

@transformee and his friends were having loads of fun in the car. The hour long drive was perfect for them to talk about all the things that had happened during the time that they were apart. Adam was happy to see his friends again, and there was no better way to show them how much he’d missed them like dragging them to the woods and shooting them. With paintballs of course.

The terrain was around 2 squared miles and it was filled with mostly forest, but there were also a few fields and clearings. Once they all got their equipment, guns and a little explanation, the guys were released into the wild. After a minute of walking a whistle was heard, which meant that you were now allowed to shoot. Immediately a red paintball splattered against a tree next to Adam, letting him know he was not alone. He turned around and shot a few purple balls to the place where his attacker should be, and he was glad to hear a few curses in the distance. He dashed off, hoping he’d be safe but soon yellow and green were also flying around him and hitting him on his visor and clothes. He noticed that blue was absent, but the second he wondered where his buddy could be, a well-aimed shot flew through the air and right into his balls, making them completely blue. It hurt like a motherfucker, and Adam really wanted to take a time out but sadly for him, his friends were right between him and the exit. A few more shots landed onto trees next to him and he gave into his flight instincts and ran off.

He ended up finding a beautiful clearing with high grass and a few weeds and he sat down in the midst of them, making sure that he wouldn’t be as visible. Adam couldn’t really see though the mixture of paint on the visor, but he really needed to look at the damage, so he decided to break one of the rules. Taking off his visor, he started inspecting his dick and balls, luckily finding nothing wrong. Suddenly he heard something soar through the sky and land right next to him. It was paint. Wait, who the fuck was brown? Did one of the staff members grab a gun? Or did someone get more ammo? Not that it really mattered who fired that shot, Adam had to take cover. He laid down flat in hopes that the shooter would think that he had been a rabbit or something, and after a little while the barrage had ended as quickly as it had begon. Adam looked around. The grass around him was covered by the brown paint, but instead of the nasty paint smell it smelled quite lovely. Like vanilla. He cautiously stood up and felt a cool breeze on his back. He looked over his shoulder, expecting a tear or something that happened during his escape, but somehow a hole the size of a fist had kind of burned it’s way into the cloth. 

Splat

Adam yelled in agony as a perfectly aimed ball hit him on his exposed back, hitting him in his spine. It hurt like hell and he fell down on all fours, trying to endure the pain. The attacker didn’t shoot a second time, they had probably seen Adam’s reaction and left. After a lot of deep breaths the pain had finally vanished. Adam looked over his shoulder again and noticed two things. The hole had now grown so much that his entire back was exposed, and said back was now no longer pale, but the same brown as it had been struck by, like the paint had spread out and given him a nice tan.

Splat

While Adam was checking out his back, a shot hit him in the chest. This luckily didn’t hurt as much, but now he saw that the paint was what had burned the hole in the cloth. Adam was shirtless within a few seconds and the paint had left a brown mark above his belly button. It quickly started spreading, leaving him with the same brown tan like he had on his back. However, wherever the tan went, it transformed every ounce of fat into pure muscle. After a minute Adam didn’t recognise his body anymore. Bones had rearranged and muscles had grown to sizes that he thought were only possible with steroids. 

Splat

Another ball hit Adam in his crotch, but this time it didn’t hurt at all. His clothes disappeared again, leaving him completely butt naked this time, but Adam didn’t care. All that he could look at was his growing cock. It hadn’t been small to begin with, but now it had grown to a whopping 13 inches. It looked smaller though because his thighs, calves and feet grew to epic proportions as well. Adam moaned as his butt started to bubble and he impulsively brought his larger fingers towards his asshole. He put his index finger at his entrance and slid it in with ease. His hole had become loose enough so there was no problem fitting one or more cocks in it, but it was still tight enough to make a guy cum in mere seconds. He woke up from his sexual haze and realised that he was still under attack, so Adam quickly grabbed his visor and put it on since all his other protection had vanished. He turned around, only to immediately have the paint ball hit him on his visor.

Splat

The ball hit him right between the eyes, like the visor didn’t even exist. Wait why was he even wearing a visor? A dense stubble started growing on his jaw and his head gained the same brown tan as the rest of his body. Adam pushed back his now dark brown hair and posed a little. A bright flash brought him back from this weird daydream or something and Adam looked at the director of the shoot, who obviously was loving the photos. Adam tried to remember what had just happened. He had been on a car ride with his buddies, right? No, it had just been the cab to the set, of course. Memories slowly started to transform into new ones that fit his fit body better while Adam was trying his hardest to remember everything how it used to. Thoughts of relaxing turned into an obsession to get even bigger and bigger each day and he felt a burning need to work out. After almost everything was transformed, only one last thing had to be changed. “Fuck, what was my name again?” The director laughed. “Eric I hope this is a joke? You don’t have to play a role or something, we need pics of the real Eric Janicki.” He took a deep breath and felt the last piece of the transformation complete.

Erik opened his eyes and noticed a little drop of brown on his right pec. He excused himself for a second and spread it out. God he really hated his current spray tan machine, he really should upgrade it soon.

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Infiltrating Ian 4

Taking over Ian has been one of the best celebs I have taken over. Sure, others were bigger and more muscular…but Ian is one who does what he wants and doesn’t care that much. I was really enjoying the freedom of being who I wanted. One thing Ian always enjoyed doing was playing tennis with Colton Haynes and I got to say it was fun. I was getting ready one day to go meet with Colton when I discovered my racket was broken. You can’t really play with a broken racket and not having time to go buy a new one I decided magic would help me out. I headed to the courts early to see if there would be a good “helper.” I smiled seeing this guy named Gregg, he was slightly older than me…but was built. We had played a few times and he beat me, so I knew he was good. I grinned and walked over to him. Before Gregg could even respond I put my magic to work on him. His dick hardened as I gripped it. He let out a moan as his face started to widen and turn into strings. Soon I was left just holding a nice tennis racket that was going to help me against Colton. I am sure Gregg will love me holding his dick constantly as I play.

One thing I am use to becoming a celebrity is guys wanting to be underwear. I really can’t blame them being that close to someone you admire. I have done it many times when I am not taking on a celebrity form. Hell, I have been on Ian a few times before he even knew who I was. This time though guys weren’t flocking to be on me as underwear yet. I finally found a guy who really wanted to be some smelly underwear. I was preparing for a photo shoot when the assistant Jake came into my dressing room with the outfit. I happened to be standing there in just my Calvin Klein’s when he came in. I didn’t mind because he was cute, and I looked good. Jake smiled nervously before stepping over to me and gently touching my ass. I was surprised at first but then he moans “merge me into them for the shoot sir…. please…I want to be your underwear…. not new…. I want to be one with these.” I grinned letting the magic go to work on him…his hand starting to melt into the fabric. Jake looked surprised at first but then placed his other hand before getting down and shoving his face into my pouch. I moaned feeling the underwear warm up as he got pulled into it. I felt Alexander get excited from the feeling and start to leak precum into Jake. I rubbed him over my dick, “Well Jake looks like you are staying awhile longer. Cum and precum overrules my magic to lock you in.” I said slowly getting dressed for the photo shoot. After I figured I would reward Jake with a nice big load.

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I flipped a coin a came up with ‘DILF in uniform’. Can the Great Swap make that happen?

The bright light of the great shift hits you hard. You flinch naturally but soon find yourself in a row of lockers, holding a  duffel bag. 

“McDillon get your ass over here! Some worldwide event happened and all officers are on duty!” comes a stern voice in the distance. You look down and realize this definitely isn’t your body anymore. Luckily you’re in a locker room so it doesn’t take you long to spot a mirror… and then take a selfie.

But who could blame you. Your new body is fit as fuck! Bulging muscles, intimidating tattoos, and a naturally dilf-ish face, it’s all almost enough to make you hard right there. But no, you also feel a sense of duty. You’re gonna use that dilf body to help the people in need right now. Then afterwards you can have all the fun you want. 

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Getting into the game

This is my story for TheGreatStoryTeller’s 2nd Annual TF Writer Story Exchange. I hope @transformee enjoys his story.

Adam loved tennis and dreamed of being able to play with the professionals sometime. He just never was able to get his skills good enough to qualify for some of the best tournaments. One night after a bad match Adam started to search online for ways to improve his game. He stumbled across an odd website telling him he can play like his favorite player.

It wasn’t until a few days later that a package arrived in the mail that got Adam’s attention. He didn’t remember ordering anything, but it seems he had from a website he never heard of. He carefully opened the box to find a headband inside, it reminded him of the one his favorite tennis player, Juan Martín del Potro wore when he was playing.

Adam was surprised that the headband seemed used. It was damp with sweat and had a slight scent to it. He was grossed out but weirdly was also turned on imagining this had been worn by del Potro himself. What Adam didn’t realize was the headband did belong to del Potro…. well it was del Potro. The website Adam had ordered from went to Argentina and changed his favorite tennis player into his iconic headband to allow Adam to live his dream of playing professional tennis.

He looked over the headband before figuring what the hell and pulling it onto his head. The moisture on it feeling cool against his forehead. It then slowly started to warm up and that warmth started to spread through Adam’s body. He was confused as his muscles started to feel warm. He suddenly started to feel light headed and ended up passing out on the floor.

While Adam was unconscious his body was changing. His height started to increase as his arms and legs began to lengthen until he is 6’6” tall just like del Potro. His body started to lose some of his fat and be replaced with muscle. His face slowly shifting as he got some scruff. His features changing more as his face looks more and more like del Potro. Adam laid there as his apartment started to shift around him as well. No longer in a small apartment, it turned into del Potro’s large home.

Adam slowly came to and looked around confused. Where was he? This wasn’t his small simple apartment. He slowly stood up and found everything seemed so much shorter than it was before. He is confused until he finally sees his reflection, and it isn’t his normal look he sees. In the mirror is none other than Juan Martin del Potro. Adam thinks this must be a dream as he rubs his scruff on his face which feels so real. Feeling his new body started to turn Adam on and he realized just how much Juan was packing down there. Before he knew it, he was jerking off this new body. As he enjoyed what he thought was the most vivid dream ever del Potro’s memories started to seep into Adam’s mind. By the time he blew a load all over his new abs Adam’s thoughts were those of Juan Martin del Potro. He knew this wasn’t his normal body…but also knew what he needed.

Adam headed out to the court after cleaning up to try out this body. The sun making him sweat into the headband…which slowly made the real Juan Martin del Potro fade more…accept what had become of him. Adam’s skill got better and better as he took the place of the number 5 player of the world. Soon he would be playing for a title and with a win locking his new life….as Juan Martin del Potro.

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