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dante2045 · 3 months ago

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Buying the wrong boxers

“I can’t even feel my legs,” Jenny complained, wincing with every step she took. Jenny was walking in the downtown area of the city she lived in with her friend Damon. Damon was a personal trainer and had just pushed Jenny through a grueling workout; he had been trying to get her more interested in fitness over the past several weeks. “Pain is a good thing,” Damon winked, flashing Jenny a grin, “That means we’re making progress.” Jenny could feel her cheeks turning red; though they’d never been anymore than friends, Damon was a bit of a flirt and Jenny found herself often flustered around him.

“Woah. What’s that?” Damon pointed, noticing an athletics store he’d never seen before. He frequently spent time in the downtown area, and was surprised that the store could have opened without him hearing about it. "Do you mind if I stop in quickly?" Damon asked, peering in through the window to take a look at the merchandise. Jenny glanced at her watch and nodded in agreement; it was getting late, but she could spend a little bit more time with Damon before heading home for the night. Once they were in the store, Jenny looked for the women’s section but was surprised to see that there was only men’s clothing on display. As she walked through the aisles to find the women’s section, one of the mannequins caught her eye. The mannequin was wearing a pair of black silk boxers; the material shimmering in the overhead lights of the store. Jenny grabbed a pair off of the shelf, feeling the soft material in her hands. She thought they’d be comfortable for her to sleep in. “Find something?” Damon asked, approaching Jenny. He had a small pile of workout clothes slung over his shoulder. “These look nice, but I’m pretty sure they’re for men. I think this whole store is for men,” Jenny frowned, sadly setting the boxers back down on the shelf. “Who cares if they’re for men? If you like them, you should get them. I’ll even buy them for you. Your reward for making it through my rigorous workout at the gym today,” Damon offered, grabbing the boxers and adding them to his own pile of clothes. After checking out, Damon reached into his bag and pulled out the boxers, handing them over to Jenny. “You down for another workout session tomorrow morning?” Damon asked eagerly. “We’ll see if I can even walk tomorrow morning,” Jenny laughed. Truth was she hated working out, but she felt like she never got to see Damon anymore with their busy work schedules. At least this way they were guaranteed to spend some time together. “No pressure either way,” Damon replied, sounding a little deflated. “Just shoot me a text if you feel like working out in the morning and I’ll pick you up on my way to the gym.” Jenny and Damon said they goodbyes before Jenny made the short walk back to her house. Feeling exhausted, she went straight to her room to get ready for bed. After a moment of hesitation, Jenny decided to wear the new boxers to sleep along with an oversized t-shirt from one of her old boyfriends. With a yawn she laid in her bed, not noticing the faint flow emitting from the boxers.

Jenny’s feet began to toughen, becoming calloused and weathered while growing to almost twice their normal size. The bright blue nail polish she had been wearing vanished as little hairs emerged from her toes. Her legs also became thicker, her calves and thighs bulging with muscle as thick brown hairs sprouted from them. Her hips narrowed while her butt tightened, losing its feminine curves and roundness. The material of the boxers felt great against her skin. Jenny felt amazing in the boxers, reaching down to stroke herself through the fabric. The feeling was incredible, overwhelming Jenny with pleasure. Jenny was so aroused she didn’t notice as her clit started to swell, bulging into a long thick shaft. The shaft formed a large mushroom head, finishing its transformation into an erect penis. A large set of testicles dropped from her pussy before it vanished, her new balls pumping testosterone through her body. Continuing to rub her cock in ecstacy, the changes continued to move up her body. Jenny lost her slim hourglass figure as her stomach bulged outwards, forming into a six-pack of abdominal muscles. Jenny moaned as her shoulders expanded, growing broader. Jenny’s large breasts started to retract into her chest, her nipples growing smaller and losing their sensitivity. Jenny’s breasts continued to deflate until she was completely flat chested; a pair of thick, masculine pecs bulged out from where her boobs had been. The changes reached her neck, her throat thickening as a prominent Adams apple bulged from it. Jenny let out a loud manly grunt, male hormones coursing through her body. Her arms and hands bulked up as they grew thick with muscle, veins coursing down her newly formed biceps and triceps. A thick layer of hair covered her arms as her fingers thickened. Her manicured nails grew rougher and lost their nail polish. Finally the changes reached Jenny’s head and she felt herself explode into an orgasm, her new cock cumming for the first time. Her smooth round face began to harden as her jawline squared and a thick stubble grew in. Her face tingled as it changed; her nose grew larger, her lips thinned and cracked, her eyebrows becoming thick and bushy. Her long blonde hair darkened to a deep brown as it retracted into her scalp, leaving it short and messy. The changes finalized as Jenny’s body elongated, growing to 6’1” from her previous height of 5’4”. Jenny, now Jensen, peacefully drifted off to sleep, unaware of their transformation into a hunky man.

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The vibrating of his phone stirred Jensen from his slumber. With a groan, he sat up in his bed and grabbed for his phone, reading the text that Damon had just sent him:

'Just heading out now. Be there in 20. Be ready to go!'

Jensen’s phone told him it was 6:30 in the morning; way too early to be up on his day off from work. He set his phone back down on his bedside table and pulled the covers over his eyes, not ready to get out of bed. There was a nagging voice in his head telling him to get up and dressed for work, which made no sense; Jensen’s job as the HR manager at an office was a Monday to Friday job, and it was Saturday. Still, something felt off and he couldn’t drift back to sleep. With a relenting sigh, he finally stood up and did a large stretch. He’d expected to be sore after the grueling workout Damon had pushed him through the previous night, but he felt surprisingly refreshed. He wished he’d woken up a bit earlier, then he’d have time for a quick 10K run before Damon picked him up.

Where the hell had that thought come from? Jensen had never ran a day in his life and loathed physical activity. He had blurry memories of being the star player on his cross country high school team, but that must have been from a lingering dream; after all, he was still half asleep. If he’d been more alert, Jensen would have noticed the subtle changes that had occurred to his room during the night, but in his groggy state he stumbled towards the bathroom unaware. The floor was clovered in messy piles of clothing; shirts, trackpants, boxers and socks were strewn across every surface. Posters of various video games and rock bands were plastered across the walls which had previously been vacant without decor. A weight rack with various dumbbells for lifting and curls was set up in the corner, replacing where his makeup vanity had previously been.

Jensen flicked on the light switch in the bathroom, catching a glimpse of his appearance for the first time since waking up. He let out a startled shout at seeing the handsome man staring at him in the mirror. His brain’s first response was that there was an intruder in his house, but he quickly realized he was looking at his own reflection. In disbelief, he slowly waved his arm back and forth, watching as his reflection copied the action.

“What the fuck?” He shouted before quickly covering his mouth, startled by the low tenor of his voice. Jensen wondered if he was still dreaming, but this felt real. He approached the mirror, studying his new body. It was like looking at a stranger, but a part of him felt familiar staring at his chiseled jaw and piercing brown eyes; hadn’t he always looked like this?

Jensen’s memories of his previous life as Jenny remained, but he was starting to gain new memories as well. These new milestones were similar to the old ones, with some significant differences; instead of focusing on academics at school, he had been a jock, playing and excelling in all the sports. He hadn’t gone off to college, instead choosing to become a personal trainer with Damon right after graduation. The most significant difference, of course, was in his new memories he had always been a male. Surprisingly, while there were some slight variations, the memories of his boyfriends and men he’d dated remained largely unchanged. Was he gay?

Jensen pushed these memories to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand. What had caused his changes? Was there a way to get his old body and life back? He noticed the black boxers hanging from around his hips, remembering the strange store he’d bought them from on the previous day. Could they be the cause of his changes? If he took them off, would he change back?

In light of a better idea, Jensen pulled the boxers down and kicked them off, exposing his new member. Though he had some fuzzy memories of it, this was the first time Jensen was seeing his dick; he’d been with enough men to know that he was well endowed, quite above average. He looked down at his impressively thick shaft, embarrassed when it started to fill with blood and harden; he was turning himself on.

Jensen watched his body carefully in the mirror, looking for any signs that he was reverting back to his feminine body after removing the boxers. The loose T-shirt he’d worn to bed the previous night was now tight against his broad shoulders and beefy pecs. After several minutes, he had to admit that he wasn’t changing back; he shouted in frustration and slammed his fist into the wall. What the hell was he going to do now? Was this his new life?

A part of Jensen wondered why he was trying so hard to change back. He couldn’t deny that he was a good looking man, much more attractive than he’d been when he was Jenny. He seemed to be happy and successful in his career as a personal trainer, and he was still best buds with Damon. So what if he couldn’t change back? This new life seemed like an upgrade in every sense of the word.

Those thoughts were his new personality trying to take over, he told himself. The longer he stayed as Jensen, the more vivid his new memories and persona would become, and the less he’d remember from his previous life of Jenny. If he wanted his old life back, he needed to develop a plan quickly; he was literally in a fight for his life against himself.

He heard the doorbell ring, bringing him out of his thoughts. That must be Damon, coming to pick him up for their shift at the gym. Jensen couldn’t bear the thought of putting the black boxers on again, so he hurried back to his room and slipped on a pair of sweatpants before heading for his front door. His mind was still racing, trying to decide what he was going to tell Damon, as he opened the door.

#male transformation #jock tf #male tf #muscle transformation #f2m transformation #female to male transformation #himbofication #jockification #video transformation #jock transformation #reality shifting

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zeasty · 7 months ago

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The Recruit

Emily adjusted her leotard in the mirror, sweat shimmering on her brow after an intense rehearsal. At 27, she was at the peak of her career as a ballerina, her body honed by years of discipline and precision. But something gnawed at her—a yearning for a new challenge, a departure from the world she’d mastered. A week ago, on a whim, she’d filled out a form expressing interest in joining the Royal Marines Reserve. She didn’t expect a response.

Yet, here she was, holding an official invitation to attend a training week.

The training facility was vast, its atmosphere buzzing with efficiency and purpose. Emily felt out of place in her civilian clothes among recruits with military bearing. Still, she was excited. She knew she’d never make it past the fitness tests, but this was just a trial week, and she was here for the experience.

The officer leading her orientation, Captain Lewis, was welcoming but clinical. “You’re part of a special group testing advanced simulation technology,” he explained. “It’ll immerse you in the life of a recruit—body, mind, and spirit.”

Emily nodded, intrigued. She’d expected grueling physical drills, not futuristic tech.

The room she was led into was sterile, dominated by a sleek pod-like device. A pair of technicians greeted her, attaching sensors to her temples and wrists.

“You’ll experience training from a recruit’s perspective,” one explained. “Completely safe.”

Before she could ask more, a mask descended over her face. A faint hiss. Then, nothing.

Emily woke with a start, gasping for air. Her body felt… wrong. Heavy. Broad. She stumbled upright, disoriented, catching sight of her reflection in the pod’s glass surface.

A young man stared back.

She—or rather, he—was shirtless, his chest sculpted, his arms thick with muscle. Blonde hair cropped into a buzz cut framed a square jaw. His eyes, though familiar, were sharper, more alert.

“No… this can’t be real,” he murmured, his voice deep and unfamiliar.

The door slid open, and Captain Lewis entered, clipboard in hand.

“Recruit Liam, welcome to training,” he said briskly, ignoring Emily’s confusion.

“Liam? No, I’m Emily!” she protested, but the words felt alien even as she said them.

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “You’ll find it’s best not to dwell on your old identity. The process is thorough—your body and mind are adapting. We’ve refined you, made you younger, stronger, and… more suitable for service.”

Emily’s heart raced. She lunged for the captain, but her mind felt clouded and her body would not obey.

“It’s the intelligence dampening,” Lewis said matter-of-factly. “Too much knowledge gets in the way of obedience.”

“Why?” she demanded, though her voice wavered, her thoughts becoming harder to hold.

“You volunteered for this, remember? Well, not exactly this, but we saw potential. You’re now the ideal recruit—a blank slate we can mould into a Marine.”

Days passed in a blur. Emily—Liam—found himself swept into the regimented life of training. His mind struggled to keep up with the new information and routine.

His body, however, thrived. He ran faster, lifted heavier, and fought harder than ever before. The discipline of ballet was replaced with that of the Marines.

One night, lying in the barracks, Liam stared at the ceiling. Fragments of his past life drifted through his mind—graceful leaps across a stage, the applause of an enraptured audience. But they felt like someone else’s memories, fading into irrelevance.

Liam’s transformation was fully realized in both body and mind, each day of training shaping him more into the young Marine the Corps had intended him to be. His appearance now reflected the raw, disciplined strength of the military. His once delicate, ballerina’s physique had been replaced by a broad-shouldered, muscular frame, toned and hardened by weeks of grueling drills. His skin was now a slight tan, evidence of his time spent outdoors under the harsh training conditions.

His hair, once long and graceful, was now kept in a tight, buzzed cut, a constant reminder of his new identity. Every few weeks, the Sergeant would inspect it, making sure it adhered to military standards. The uniform, too, felt alien at first—camouflage-patterned trousers that fit snugly around his legs and combat boots that left his feet aching after long runs. But over time, the gear became part of him, like a second skin. The olive-green T-shirt he wore under his tactical vest clung to his muscular chest, and the weight of the bulletproof vest pressed down on him, grounding him further into his new reality.

#buzzcut #tf #marine haircut #f2m transformation

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steadyposttrash · 5 months ago

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F2M TF walked so forcemasc could run.

#t4t nsft #ftm dom #ftm nsft #ftm t4t #t4t ns/fw #ftm ns/fw #ftm top #t4t mlm #trans nsft #forcemasc #f2m transformation #ftm tf

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rain-dom · 1 year ago

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[Girl to Femboy Transformation] Coming Out Of His Cocoon.

“Goddammit! No service, still!”

Stacey was holding up her phone into the air, desperately trying to get some sort of connection to the outside world.

Stuck in the middle of the A Thousand Eyes Forest, with no connection to the internet, no way to call anyone, and no way home, this would be a nightmare for the average person. But this was pure hell for Stacey, a popular social media star, who was used to her millions of adoring fans - and haters - watching her every move, either judging and mocking her, or cheering her on and defend her her at every turn. That was company.

Not that she cared about any of them that much, anyway. Blind hate or love was all the same, as long as she kept up her good-girl schtick online and kept growing her audience, it didn’t matter what people online thought. Even her shallow fellow-influencer “friends” only tolerated her so that they could get numbers off of her and vice-versa. Purely transactional. She didn’t need true friends or companions, all she needed were the increasing views and followers, which made her more money, which made her Mom and Manager happy, and that’s all that mattered.

Well, until recently. Stacey wanted to stop being online all of the time for the sake of her mom’s praise, and wanted to go out and find herself. Get a hobby that she liked, go on dates with cute boys - stuff any nineteen-year-old would do.

Let’s just say… her mom wasn’t too happy with her daughter’s newfound sense of self, with her kicking her out of the house indefinitely. So, Stacey would, after joining her “friends” on this camping trip, she would leave her campsite and never come back.

In any case, she didn’t even have them to comfort her. And making matters worse, her phone died, due to the lack of battery.

In the middle of the night.

“Ugh, well isn’t this just terrific!” she yelled as she kicked a rock, which bumped off of a large, nearby tree, scattering a few animals - birds, rabbits, raccoons, and squirrels. Unknown to her, however, her careless actions made this old tree spirit unhappy with her.

“I’m stuck here alone with little food and water, in the middle of some…disgusting forest, walking in circles in the dark. And I can’t see shit! Who even names a forest A Thousand Eyes, anyway?? So creepy…” she said as she ate the last of her chocolate bar, which she then tossed onto the lush, green grass. “And my boots are all dirty, too!” she pouted, gesturing to her $5,000 pink glittery boots, covered in thick, brown mud.

“Know those bitches are gonna have a blast with me out of the picture. They’re probably already making their sad little videos about ‘HoW muCH tHeY mIsS StAcEy’, then a week later they’ll post some expose about me or whatever.” She laughed.

She sat down at the bottom of a large, ancient tree, and sighed. It was starting to rain, and she started to cry with the sky above.

“I guess this is what I get for not getting you enough views, huh, mom? You got what you wanted. Now, you don’t even have to face me! God, you’re so…arghh!! I HATE you!!” She yelled, breaking down in tears.

“I wish I could have seen you for who you were before! But it’s too late for that now. Maybe this is just what I deserve. Not like I’m a saint, or whatever.”

She closed her eyes and decided to at least get herself some shut eye.

Stacey awoke to a voice, one that was deep and ancient sounding.

“Stacey Steinberg. You and your companions have desecrated our home, the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.”

It was morning now, and the rain had long since subsided. “Is the tree… talking to me? Through my head? God, I must be going crazy…”

She knew what this tree was talking about, though. Her and her friends did make a mess at their campsite, leaving all sorts of junk - wrappers, water bottles, and even food.

“So that’s why it’s called the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.” Stacey thought, feeling both embarrassed and fearful of this forest that watched her every move.

She turned to face the tree, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Y-you know, being stuck in the middle of this stupid forest is punishment enough, so if you think-“

“We were thinking of a punishment, yes. But sensing your pain, your frustration, and your anger against your fellow humans who have wronged you - and us - we thought it would be best if you could join us in our great battle against your kind.”

She sighed. “I have literally nothing else better to do so, what do you want me to do, hive-mind?”

“Let yourself be renewed by the vines, and let us mold you into the Protector of the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.”

“Protector?? Of this forest? I hate this forest, but…not gonna lie, I like the title though. Protector. You know…I don’t dislike the sound of that”, she said with smirk.

“So be it.”

The clouds parted, and light beamed down onto the spot Stacey was sitting. The green tree she was sitting on glowed green, its layers in its bark shining brightly. Stacey took a step back, closed her eyes, and turned her head away from the tree, shielding them from the light by holding her hands out.

“Our vines will mold your body to your liking. You will have all the powers of the forest, and will protect all life within it, with your life. Now, remove your clothing and lay on the Home Tree. You will be gagged with the vines as well. This is done so that you can be as connected to nature as possible. But, you will be able to communicate with your voice and your thoughts if you want us to terminate the modifications at any time.”

“…you guys are bunch of perverts.” She said with a disgusting look on her face, opening her eyes as the light dimmed. “But hey, I’ve got nothing more to lose. And…hm, it would be nice to exist in a different body.”

She did as they said. First, she took off her pink and purple backpack. She then took off her clothes - a pink leather jacket, her pink boots, white sweater crop top, her light blue skirt.

Then, she took off her pink panties and bra, and her white socks, and laid on the tree trunk.

Then, the tree glowed again.

“Ugh…I feel so warm-agh!”

She saw as she was being covered in vines, as they one by one started to wrap around her hands, arms, legs, neck, and torso. The vines restrained her arms and legs, pinning her to the tree.

“Eww!” Stacey said, disgusted as more of the vines wrapped around her body. The vines covered up her eyes and shoved themselves into her mouth, gagging her, and squeezed and wriggled around her head and throat, making her face change somewhat, although she didn’t know in what way, but it felt…good, nonetheless. Her straight, neck-length blonde hair felt longer and free.

Meanwhile, she heard her voice deepen, sounding more boyish.

“Mmm..ohh..” she said with her new voice as her muscles began to relax.

“Oh! hah….” The vines squeezed around her chest, pushing down on her breasts, as if they were massaging them. Her shoulder and arms felt like they were pushing out of her body, as if like bubbles of stress were popping out of them.

She felt the vines tighten around her waist and hips, massaging them as well.

“Are you enjoying the changes so far?” Home Tree asked.

”I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…yeah, the feels so good!” She thought, while also nodding in between her muffled moans.

“We have one more change we need to address - would like us to give you a beautiful gift?”

”Mm-hmgh!” Stacey agreed.

With that, she felt the vines quickly spread her legs, as something warm and slimy ran down her thighs from her crotch. Something started to tickle her clit, making Stacey’s body tremble and moan with great pleasure.

After thirty seconds, the teasing stopped.

”H-hey, what’s the hold up—AH!”

After the teasing, it felt like two large vines were inserting themselves into her pussy and her anus, each one taking turns fucking her.

”Oh, fuck yes!” Casey thought, her moans getting loader and loader, the penetrations becoming faster and faster, harder and harder until she finally felt herself squirt.

”Wow…I’d never thought my first time would be with a tree, but…fuck! I don’t care anymore! This feels great!”

Then, she felt the vines, tugging, pulling…something in her vagina.

”Oh god, what’s happening nOwW?!?”

As the vines kept pulling whatever was inside of her out of her, she felt it growing, expanding…twitching. She also felt two other, smaller things being pulled after it, growing size as well.

The vines then wrapped around those unidentified things, then pulled them even harder.

”Gagh!! Ooh!!” Casey groaned. ”What is that thing??”

As the vines kept pulling, the faster those things grew. Faster and faster, bigger and bigger did they grow, until they were…pulled outside of her?

The vines tugged on them three more times, with more and more of them wrapping around it, until they seemed to reach a large enough size.

The largest of them, already feeling like it was about to burst.

Long and hard, twitching and throbbing, Casey didn’t care what it was, as the sensations coming from it were too much for her to bare!

”Oh god! Whatever that thing is, it feels like it gonna explode! Please, do something!” she begged.

The vines answered by rubbing it, the feelings almost pulsating from her crotch, Casey’s body shook as she moaned loudly, her head throwing itself back, reacting to the new feelings down there, as the vines also started to penetrate her ass again.

”It-it feels like lightning…exploding all over my body!”

As the vines kept rubbing it faster and faster, penetrating harder and harder, she could feel the sensations increase, higher and higher, faster and faster, until suddenly-

”Aahmngh!!” she moaned, feeling whatever that was welling up inside of her finally released themselves, as warm, thick liquid shot out of her and onto the vines, and dripped down onto her.

She hadn’t even begun collecting herself, when she felt the vines moving across her body, shuffling and flexing, wrapping tightly around her torso, and getting looser at her thighs and legs. Some of them didn’t even feel like vines anymore, most of them felt like…leaves? And a few twigs?

Afterwards, she felt the leaves release from her body, as they returned to the tree.

“Ack! Hack!” She gasped as she felt the vines leaving her mouth. She pushed her long, brown hair out of her eyes as the vines over her eyes lifted. “Hah, hah...wait cough, cough, is my hair…long again? And why is it- my voice? It sounds so weird now! What the fuck happened to me—oh, my god!!”

She looked down, as her eyes revealed to her her new body: She was wearing nothing but a almost skintight, shoulder-less, and sleeveless green dress, which was made up mostly of leaves and a few brown twigs, the lower parts being shades of a darker green, the edges of which shaped into cute triangles. A few pink and white flowers sprouted on the dress, too. Save for her nipples poking out of dress, her boobs were gone, her shoulders were slightly wider, her arms a little longer, and her hands were bigger. Complete with soft, pale skin, it replaced her fake tanned skin. Her curves smoothed out, and her butt was slightly bigger. And there was something, something hard and leaky poking out under her tight, green dress, between her soft, thick thighs-

“I’m…I’m a boy?? You…you turned me into a…a femboy??"

“This isn’t our doing. While we might have assisted in giving you this body, this is the body you wanted, is it not?”

“A-a mirror! Where the fuck did I put my mirror?!” She looked around for her backpack, but it was gone.

“You wanted to leave your old, filthy life behind, so we removed all of your material possessions that reminded you of it. But, if you want a ‘mirror’, we suppose we do have those here. Go to the nearest lake and see, yourself.”

After she ran to the lake, she bent over to see how much she had changed.

“My…my face…” she said as she touched her more androgynous face, its edges more defined.

She looked at the rest of her newly minted body, and blushed.

It had tiny freckles that danced across her nose and under her eyes. She saw how her nail polish now alternated between green and brown on each nail. She touched her hair, which was finally in its natural color again, brown, something that her mother never liked.

But he did.

Tears started welling up in his eyes.

“H-holy shit…I’ve never really considered being a boy, or any of this ever happening, but now I…think I can totally get used to this.” He smiled, wiping a tear from his face. “God this is…so weird, so confusing, but I also feel…amazing. Thank you, so much!”

“It pleases us that you enjoyed the changes. Now, the real work must be done.”

The animals - deer, birds, rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, butterflies, ants - all moved in around him. He stood back, scared that they might attack him.

“What, what’s happening now??”

“There is no need to fear. These are your fellow members in the animal kingdom. They are the ones you are going to protect.”

He looked at them, now seeing the little details he had never seen before. The way the ants moved together, they way the birds protected their nests, and the way the caterpillar hatched from its cocoon, turning into a butterfly.

That butterfly landed on his hand, softening his tense stance as he recognized himself in its transformation.

“Wow…you are all actually beautiful, in your own…weird way. Like, I-I’m still not completely sold on the dirt and the elements, but…maybe I was a little too quick to judge you guys.” He said, almost about to tear up again.

Casey turned to the tree once again, which seemed teleport wherever he went. He smiled and put his hands on his hips. “I think I’m definitely ready to be the protector of this forest. Now, where do we begin?”

#f2m transformation #ftm transformation #gender transformation #transformation #tf story #tftg #tgtf #tgcaptions #genderbend

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abstractvanity32 · 7 months ago

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Season 3

Wrong Hotel Room

Kara was walking around this hotel. It seemed like your normal Marriott type hotel but it held a weird magic power that could effect the people staying there in various ways.

Kara went into her room and as she went in she saw the things in her room change. Her clothing became folded up male button up shirts. Khakis. And she looked at her shoes on the ground changing into size 13 men’s shoes.

Kara was shocked but in the coming moments her body began to grow and get larger. Muscles filled out. Her breasts became pecs, as a dusty of hairs appeared on them and went down to her hardening stomach.

He felt a pulling sensation as his new cock formed between his thickening legs, as his feet began to grow and expand. The toes thickened and heels became calloused. They broke out of his small sandals, as Kara looked the mirror to see his face changing in front of his eyes.

Hank watched as his hair receded and finished changing. His face aged and changed as his features became more mature and into his 40s. His hairline receded upward, as blue trunks appeared on his legs. Hank’s mind quickly reset as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Time to get a swim in” he said thinking about going to the hotels pool.

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dante2045 · 6 months ago

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Becoming Spiderman

The sirens screeched through the streets of New York City, echoing through the night. Mary Jane Watson looked from the window of her high rise apartment at the flashing lights below, biting her nails to help soothe her nerves.

It had been two weeks since Peter had disappeared in the middle of the night. Mary Jane had awoken to find her boyfriend hastily packing a bag, saying he (and more importantly, his alter ego Spider-Man) were needed for an emergency situation. Mary Jane had tried pressing him for details, but Peter remained frustratingly vague as he slipped into his Spider-Man costume. He had promised to be in touch as soon as he could, hoping it wouldn't be a long trip. With a quick parting kiss, Peter leapt from their apartment window and swung off into the night.

Two weeks with no sign of Spider-Man had resulted in all out chaos. As soon as the criminals realized New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was on holiday, they had decided to seize the moment. The police didn't have the resources to keep up with all of the bank robberies, looting and other petty crimes that had been plaguing the city for weeks. And when Spider-Man's greatest foes realized they had free reign, things really started to escalate. Mary Jane watched the news report on her television detailing Sandman's attack on Times Square mere moments ago, the latest in a string of supervillain schemes.

For what felt like the millionth time that day, Mary Jane dialed Peter's number. As she had predicted, it went straight to voicemail without even ringing. Wherever Peter was, it appeared to be way off grid and she had no way of reaching him or knowing when he would return. Mary Jane was terrified of what another few days without Spider-Man would do to New York; god forbid if he remained AWOL for another few weeks. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew it was time to enact their emergency protocol.

Mary Jane hurried to the bedroom, pulling open the closet door. She slid her hand along the back closet wall until she felt the hidden switch, pushing down on it. She took a step back as the closet wall swung open, revealing the hidden compartment behind it. It didn't take her long to find the black briefcase among Peter's emergency stash of Spider-Man gear. She pulled the briefcase out and set it on their bed; a warning in bold capital letters reading 'OPEN IN EMERGENCY SITUATION ONLY'.

Mary Jane clicked open the case, revealing the contents inside. Along with a Spider-Man suit, there was a small syringe filled with a neon green liquid. Mary Jane took off her civilian clothes to put on the Spider-Man suit. It was not designed to fit her curvy body and she struggled to pull the skintight suit over her breasts, but eventually she succeeded. She took a look at her reflection in the mirror; seeing as the suit had been designed for Peter's specifications, it fit her surprisingly well.

She eyed the syringe warily as she picked it up. It wasn't that Mary Jane didn't trust Peter's scientific formula; she was sure the injection would work just as he had designed. And it had been her suggestion that they needed a contingency plan if Spider-Man was ever unavailable to meet the needs of their city, after all. With gritted teeth, she slid the needle into her wrist and pushed down on the plunger, feeling a sharp sting as the formula was injected into her.

Mary Jane anxiously paced her small apartment, waiting for the serum to take effect. It wasn't long until she has hit with a sudden wave of dizziness, nearly stumbling to the floor as she reached out for the wall as support. She knew it was starting.

Mary Jane's calves burned as they stretched out, lengthening while also bulking up with lean but defined muscle. Her thighs also widened with mass and strength, the suit's skintight material hugging her muscular quads. She let out a gasp as her wide hips narrowed, her round butt deflating as it firmed up.

The burning sensation moved up her legs, settling into her crotch. Mary Jane looked down as an unmistakable bulge formed in the groin of her suit, pushing against the material. She reached down and grasped her new manhood, trying to readjust the member to a more comfortable position. Peter would often complain about his suit being too tight in the crotch, and she could now fully emphasize with his plight. She let out another grunt, this one slightly deeper than the previous one, as her ball sack emerged. She gently cupped her balls through the suit, moaning as they pumped testosterone throughout her body. Her dick was beginning to swell, hardening from her state of arousal.

Mary Jane was still exploring her new genitals as the transformation continued upwards. Her slim, tight stomach hardened into a defined six pack of abs. The suit's material pressed down on her breasts, crushing them downwards as they sunk into her chest. Her former breasts were reshaped into a pair of muscled pectorals, her hardened nipples visible through the fabric.

The changes were coming fast and hard now; Mary Jane knew she was nearing the end. Her shoulders broadened while her arms thickened with muscle, growing to be twice their previous proportions.

Her fiery red hair darkened to brown, shortening and styling into a masculine hairstyle. Her round face squared out as her jawline hardened, a thin layer up stubble sprouting up along her chin. Her soft facial features gradually shifted, her warm bright eyes darkening while her eyebrows thickened and plump lips thinned out.

With an overwhelming sense of nausea, Mary Jane stumbled into the apartment bathroom to look at her reflection. She saw her boyfriend Peter looking back at her.

"Wow. It actually worked," Mary Jane marveled, shaking her head in disbelief.

The nauseous feeling continued to grow as the room started to spin, Mary Jane tightly gripping onto the vanity for support. Dark spots blinked across her vision, and she struggled to keep her eyes open. The blackness crept in, and Mary Jane knew she was going to black out...

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Peter opened his eyes, startled from his slumber by the sounds of a police siren. He jumped up off the floor, arms at the ready for any sign of a threat. After his senses had settled, he realized he was in his apartment's bathroom and allowed himself to relax. How had he ended up here? Last thing he remembered, he was...wait, why didn't he remember anything?

"MJ? Are you here?" Peter called out. He did a quick scan of the living room and kitchen before checking in the bedroom. His eyes widened as he recognized the case on the bed, picking up the empty syringe from where it'd been dropped. That explained the memory loss, Peter thought somberly.

"Damn it, MJ," Peter cursed, shaking his head. He had never wanted to agree to this contingency plan, that she should step in as his replacement if he was ever unable to fulfill his role as Spider-Man. She had been stubborn and persuasive, arguing that Spider-Man was more important than either one of them. And she had alieved his fears by assuring it would never likely come to that, anyways.

That was evidently not the case, Peter thought bitterly. He wondered about where the original Peter was and if there would be a way to reverse the process and get Mary Jane back. The thought that he may have lost her for good filled him with an overwhelming panic, but he pushed those thoughts aside. If Mary Jane had taken the serum, things must have been dire, and he had no time to waste.

Peter slid on his mask and pried open the bedroom window. He could see flames burning in the distance, and the sirens sounded like they were coming from every direction. It was time to get to work. He'd save the city, and then he'd find a way to bring his girlfriend back. Either that, or the original Peter would be dating himself whenever he got back from wherever the hell he was.

Spider-Man swung out into the night, ready to save his city.

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Thanks to everyone who has read this! It's my first time attempting fan fiction, combining characters I love with the transformation genre. Would love to have some feedback on what you thought of this and if you would want to read similar stories in the future or prefer entirely original characters?

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