#surfer transformation

[transform4u]

What's with all these surfer dudes lately? I'm only trying to find a quiet spot on the beach, they're so obnoxious!

Dude. Bro. There's nothing obnoxious about this beach, this is a surfer bro paradise. You're just annoyed that you're not just like every dude bro here. Don't worry, we'll soon fix that, let's start with those silly little IQ points of yours.

As you soak in the sun on the sandy shore, dude, you start feeling something weird happening, like your brain's catching a gnarly wave outta town. It's like, whoa, your IQ points are like, dropping, man. You can almost see them tick down, like each thought is a like, little bubble popping in your head. It's all chill though, 'cause you're feeling this rush of bro vibes taking over.

Your muscles, bro, they're expanding like air pumped into a wave-ready surfboard. Every inch feels beefier, stronger, dude! You flex and you're like, "Whoa, check it out, my pecs are like, gonna burst through my tank!" You feel your biceps swelling up, pushing against the fabric of your tank. It's like they're trying to break free and show off their newfound size. The veins on your arms stand out more prominently, making it clear that you're not just any ordinary dude anymore. Your muscles are screaming for attention as they grow bigger and stronger by the second. You can feel the power coursing through your body, begging to be unleashed on something – anything! This transformation is incredible; you never thought something like this was possible. And then your biceps, they're all like, "Brah, I'm pumped! Let's catch some sick waves!"

Your voice, dude, it's booming across the beach now, full-on surfer bro mode engaged. You're yelling stuff like, "Yewww! That wave was totally epic, brah!" and "Catch ya on the flip side, dudes!" It's like, your words are echoing louder than the crashing waves, and you're stoked beyond words. You sound like a total bro, dude! Your voice is deep and booming, echoing across the beach as you shout out surfer lingo. Every word comes out with extra emphasis. You're totally oblivious to how dumb you sound; all that matters is feeling the power of your newfound muscles and letting everyone know about it. It's like you've become a caricature of yourself – but hey, if being a surfer bro means looking and sounding ridiculous while having fun in the sun, then sign us up!

And your face, man, it's transformed into this classic surfer bro look. Your grin is mega-watt, showing off those pearly whites like they're the shiniest shells on the beach. Your eyes? They're sparkling like the ocean at sunset, all chill and totally spaced out.

So yeah, bro, you're feeling it. The IQ's on vacation, muscles are maxed, and the surfer bro spirit? It's riding high, ready to catch whatever life (or the next killer wave) throws your way. Gnarly vibes, dude. Totally gnarly. Your abs are growing tighter and more defined with every passing second. They're like a wall of muscle, ready to protect your vital organs from any oncoming waves or potential shark attacks. Your pecs are pushing outward, making it difficult to contain them within your shirt – they're begging for attention and ready to be flexed at a moment's notice. Your legs have transformed into the perfect surfer legs; toned and powerful, able to support you as you ride those monster waves without breaking a sweat.

As your brain continues to catch that gnarly wave out to sea, dude, you're totally feeling those muscles bulging. Your biceps are like beach balls, pumped and ready to show off. You give 'em a flex and you're like, "Whoa, these guns are unreal!"

Feeling all fired up, you strut over to the beach bar, feeling like the hottest dude on the sand. Your shades are on, your tank top's hugging those gains, and you're ready to mingle with your bros and maybe scope out some fine beach babes.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her. A hot blonde bimbo who's totally catching your eye. Suddenly, you're like, "Whoa, chicks are so hot, dude!" The moment you lay eyes on her, your heart skips a beat. She's the epitome of a surfer chick – blonde hair, toned body, and an attitude that screams "I'm not afraid to get wet!" Her bikini hugs her curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. As she walks past you, water dripping from her hair and down her body, you can't help but stare at how hot she is. Your dick instantly hardens in your board shorts; all thoughts of finding guys attractive have been replaced by an overwhelming desire to ram your cock into this beautiful woman. You turn to your bro and holler an obnoxious "Dude! Chicks are so much hotter than dudes!" before making a beeline for the blonde bombshell. You can't believe you ever found guys attractive, all you see are sissies and fags who don't know how to ride the waves or lift weights properly. Your newfound masculinity has completely erased any attraction towards men; they just seem weak and pathetic compared to your muscular physique and confident demeanor. In fact, every time you see a guy checking out another dude instead of focusing on catching some killer waves, it only reinforces your belief that they're nothing but sissies who should stick to their bubble baths and manicures.

You saunter over, your bro-cred in full swing, and you lay on the charm thick. "Hey there, sweetheart," you drawl with a grin. "You must be a mermaid 'cause you've got me hooked!" You throw in a wink for good measure, thinking you're smooth as the glassy waves at dawn.

She giggles, flipping her hair like a sea nymph. "Oh, you're such a charmer," she coos back, eyes sparkling like the ocean at high tide. "What's your name, handsome?"

You puff out your chest a bit more, reveling in the attention. "They call me Taj," you say with a smirk. "But you can call me Wave Rider tonight."

She laughs, a sound like seashells tinkling in the breeze. "I like your confidence," she purrs, leaning in a bit closer. "Maybe we could catch a wave together sometime."

As you get closer, you can't help but check out her ass – it's perfect! You grab her hips and pull her towards you, pressing your hard cock against her stomach. "Hey there, beautiful," you whisper into her ear. "I couldn't help but notice how hot you are." She giggles nervously before responding with a flirty smile. "Thanks… I think." You continue to grind against her as your hands wander up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top. "You know what?" You say as you lean in for a passionate kiss while grabbing one of those massive tits through the bikini top.

You pull away from the kiss, a smirk on your face as you whisper into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that you won't be able to think straight." She giggles vapidly in response, clearly not taking your words seriously. Little does she know that once you take her back to your beach house and start pounding away at her tight little body, there will be nothing left of either of your brains – all that matters now is surfing and fucking. And with every thrust of your cock inside her wet pussy or every time she rides one of those massive waves onto the shore, another piece of their former selves disappears forever.

And just like that, dude, you're riding high on the surf of your newfound surfer bro charm. The sun's setting, the waves are crashing, and you're feeling like the king of this beach, ready to catch whatever (or whoever) comes your way. Totally epic, bro. Totally epic.

[octuscle]

My dumb stoner surfer roommate keeps trying to get me to come to the beach with him before summer ends, but I’m too neurotic and uptight to do anything but study for the upcoming semester. Could your device help me with an attitude adjustment?

Fuck, dude! The summer is almost over. And I may have ruined the best time of the year for you…

While you are still focused in front of the computer and studying, you are getting more and more distracted… You start surfing the internet. Hey, a new bong would be cool. Behind you, your room starts to change. Posters of weed leaves and hot surfer boys fill your walls. Your closet is mostly empty. But dirty clothes are lying on the floor. Mainly boardshorts and tank tops. Your wetsuit hangs over the open closet door.

Fuck', a pal posts pictures of the current surf. And you're sitting here in your dorm room. You don't have to persuade your roommate for long. A few minutes later you've got the boards strapped to the roof. Your pal opens the sunroof and asks what is stinking. You lift your arm and let him take a deep breath in your damp armpit.

Dude, you smell like a good stoner and surfer smells. Like salt water, sweat and weed. Just like your pal does. And the smell makes you both horny. Maybe you have to go to a rest stop before the beach and let off some pressure. And then have fun in the surf!

Another inspiration found @maxx-magnum

[fredwkong]

Hey! I’d love some help from the himbo maker my friend and I are going to the beach for the end of summer vacation and I think he needs to chill out and be a himbo surfer

You’re absolutely sick of your friend’s neurotic planning and fretting about your beach trip, so you make sure to send him the link to that Himbo AI thing you found online. Assuming that it’s yet another link about cruising spots or something, he opens it with a groan, and is surprised when a chatroom opens and a message loads.

Himbo_mkr: Hey bro, all that sun and sweat’s paid off this summer!

Your friend preens a bit at the message. Yeah, he’s spent loads of time outside this summer, really getting his body right for this trip. He’s glad that all the time he spent on his tan has been working, he’s managed not to get any tan lines across his thick chest.

Himbo_mkr: Huhuhu, it’s easy to get big when you’re such a carefree dumbass.

Your bro chuckles, stroking his short beard as he struggles to read the short sentence. He’s not the smartest guy, but he’s always so happy and fun that everyone gets along with him. What’s he doing sitting at some desk? He should be looking for someone to play with his chest hair and tell him how sexy he is!

Himbo_mkr: Hell yeah, bro, you gotta go catch those waves!

A few minutes later, your friend bursts in your door, wearing a tiny pair of swim trunks and a stupid grin. “C’mon, bro, let’s get goin’,” he says, in his slow, goofy voice. “I got our boards strapped to the top of the Jeep.”

“What?” You squawk, as he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “I don’t surf!” You just wanted to watch him! “And we aren’t packed!”

“No worries, we’ll just sleep in the Jeep, bruh. You'll love getting my salty cock in your throat to help you sleep. And here, this’ll help you learn.” He passes you his phone, where there’s an unfamiliar chatroom open. A message begins to load.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

[wishmaster]

i opened day 8 of the advent calendar and i got a chocolate that’s shaped like a surfboard! the sea salt adds a very nice flavor touch!

Totally

Suddenly you knew all there was about surfing, in fact a day didn't pass that the board wasn't by your side bro. Whoa you think as you realize something else you love surfing, like in the nude bro.

You grab your board and hit the beach everyday, rarely do you wear clothes, it feels so good to be out there free.

Most of the time your day ends when another bro or a hot girl comes and sweeps you off your feet.

Your days may start off nude but usually end with you having the most radical sex with whomever fancy's your ass that day. It's not a tough life but it's yours, Bro.

[musclelover4826]

Stoner Step Dad

Billy arrived home from classes one day to find a strange shirtless man in his kitchen. The guy looked like a model or a baywatch character. Bronzed skin, bulging pecs and a squarish face with wild hair. "Hey sport, you must be Billy. I'm Chad and well, I'm dating your mom now! I dont wanna make things awkward but Im sure were gonna hit it off!" The mans giant grin and exposed body filled Billy with digust and anxiety. He scoffed and went to his room to study, ignoring Chad. After a few hours he creeped out for some food. He searched the kitchen but found nothing except a protein shake with a note on it. "Feel like we got off to a bad start, hope this helps us bond!" Billy rolled his eyes but his aching stomach would not be denied.

He quickly downed the protein shake and then fell into a surprisingly deep sleep. When he woke up the next day he felt strangely slow and itchy, he pulled himself out of bed and scratched his face. Weird. It felt like he had some stubble but wait he wasnt even shaving yet! He stumbled over to the bathroom and was shocked to see some course hairs crawling across his face in some messy stubble. His face looked different too, his eyes seemed smaller, empty, like the main character in a stoner movie. He wanted to shave off the gross unkept stubble feeling it made him look like a dumb stoner but for some reason couldnt bring himself to do it. He just felt so...lazy. Eh he could do it later. He instead hopped in the shower and began lathering up his body wash. A strange smell wafted from his skin, almost like weed. That's when he noticed his body wash had been replaced with a sickly looking green bottle. "Fuck dude" he moaned. He felt a weird tingling all over and could only stare as his skin rapidly tanned all over as if he spent every moment in the sun. But even worse blonde hairs crept out all over his chest, stomach and arms. He scratched at it in horror but the pleasure felt too good. His skin felt warmer as his muscles slowly pushed out. Firm pecs, hard abs and even bulging biceps. He couldn't help but flex them feeling his mind slow down. His height began to rise and his hands and feet popped and grew bigger. Last to change was his hair which became dirty blonde and messy. He nearly fell over his new big feet trying to step out of the shower. Swiping a large hand across the mirror his face was now completely different, square, masculine and very dumb looking. He searched for his clothes but only found a red bathing suit. He knew somehow Chad was responsible for this and didn't want him to win but he couldn't run out naked so he hesitantly pulled the swim shorts up. The moment they touched his dick he felt another spark as it grew thick and longer and his mind was reprogrammed for sex, surfing, lifeguard work and weed. He walked out of the bathroom, a cockier stance taking over. "Hey sport want a ride to work?" Billy gave a big dumb grin and a thumbs up "sure thing dad that would be sick!"

[jessenitrogen]

OMG ITS FLAT FUCK FRIDAY HERES MANNY

the fvkin goober

[karl-marxs-lil-pogchamp]

Heh, yeah. With Noah

[aeonmagnus]

Transformers x Stranger Things Code Red.

Transformers Collaborative Stranger Things x Transformers Code Red (Ages 8 and Up | Approx. Retail Price: $44.99 | Available: Late 2023) The worlds of Transformers robots and Stranger Things collide with the Stranger Things x Transformers Code Red mash-up pack! Transformers robots have always been More Than Meets the Eye. Now fans can experience Transformers characters as they mash-up with iconic characters who share this same quality. As seen in the Netflix series, Stranger Things, Code Red 6.5-inch figure converts from robot to Surfer Boy pizza van mode in 16 steps, featuring screen-accurate deco and details. You can count on Code Red to deliver your food – or firepower – in 30 minutes or less. This pack comes with show-inspired accessories including a bat, axe, Surfer Boy pizza blaster, pizza box, and blast effect accessories. Packaging is designed to look like a pizza box based on the Surfer Boy pizza from the show.

[cringengl]

Ngl I need a crack st4 au where everything is the same except the Surfer Boy Pizza Van is a Transformer that can help defeat Vecna

[t4transformerss]

please drop your transformers voice headcanons on me I'm curious. I'm a rodimus australian accent truther and I imagine drift with a gentle rasp

[kinokoshoujoart]

note: “69” is the word “rock” written in goroawase (substitution of letters for homophonic numbers) so it’s not uncommon to see him called 69 by jp users…

“the young lady” = lumina. (the “he” saying interesting things is rock. the other “he” is an insertion…)

taelwoo = they wrote teilou and this got auto translated funny

i wanted to spotlight these posts by twitter user wl_mihaya who has consistently neat writings regarding wonderful life’s characters

somehow i read this as Wada and Matsuyama showed the writing team the reference sheet again like “Look at this irredeemable debauchee. This spoilt summer child, this pampered prodigal prince who has tasted not the bitterness of life. This libertine, this chaud lapin. Coasting on the coattails of his well-to-do family in his obnoxiously baggy clothes. Disgusting. Good-for-nothing worthless son. Into the Romance Scenarios with him.”

AnWL’s NPC to tumblrsexyman conversion pipeline scenario writing department: “ok got it boss🫡(ohhhhhh what a tragic little meow meow 🥺 are you guys even seeing this. isn’t he just the most heartachingly aware of how pathetic he is yet utterly determined to carry on this pretense of confidence. let’s secretly make him wet and pathetic and impossibly stupid and so very Adopted)”

[neonshark47]

My “literally me” characters

[octuscle]

My friend and I are graduating next year. We both worked really hard and are going to graduate with honors. However, part of me regrets all the time we spent studying at the expense of everything else. I was thinking I could use the Chronoviac on me and my friend to help us loosen up a bit for the rest of the summer. Not worry so much about studying or hell, even thinking, and give us a boost in the looks/personality department. Maybe something down by the beach? Looking for advice on presets.

You're both sitting in the library. Your friend is struggling with legal aspects of valuing stock options using Big Data and artificial intelligence. You're reading a dissertation on the use of game theory in explaining business cycles. As you turn the next page, you hold a copy of SURFER in your hands. And your friend is playing with his Nintendo Switch. The transformation has begun, enjoy!

Dude, let's get out of here, you ask. Your friend high fives you and says he was afraid you'd never ask. Around you, people are telling you to be quiet. Or roll their eyes. You pack your things into your faded sea-cloth backpacks. And you leave. You have an old VW van parked in front of the library. Surfboards on the roof. Beer in the cooler, sleeping bags and wetsuits thrown in the back in hopeless disarray. You start the engine. Takes a few tries. Your friend has to push. But then the van starts moving. And with every kilometer you leave behind you, your skin becomes more tanned. And your muscles become more toned. And your brain becomes more relaxed. As if remote-controlled, you drive to the sea and park the bus in the dunes. The sun has already set. You undress and run naked into the sea. Fuck, yes! That's the right way to celebrate summer.

The next morning you sit in the tailgate of the car and have the last two bottles of beer for breakfast. And after that, it's off to the surf with the boards. For not knowing the beach, you cut a really good figure. You'll quickly come into contact with the local bros, some of whom are really hot! For the evening you soon have an invitation to a barbecue.

The beer is just the beginning. It would have to be with the devil, if your friend does not end up with a horny local on the van tonight. And you fuck here with someone. And if not, you two have fun together on the van. Hey, the summer has just begun. Hang loose!

[fredwkong]

Hey I’m the person with the surfer ask yesterday and I absolutely love how my friend turned out. But now he’s showing me my phone and…

He’s pretty sexy, isn’t he? Don’t be afraid, just look at the phone and read the messages.

Himbo_mkr: Bro, don’t you remember? You spend all your free time in the water. You’re pretty much half fish.

As your friend deposits you in the seat of his jeep, you laugh at the message. You thought that Himbo Maker’s job was to change things about you, not say what you already know. You spend hours every day swimming, enjoying the feeling of your fit body moving through the water. You don’t know why you said all that shit about not surfing, you know you’ll pick it up, like everything else to do with water.

Himbo_mkr: And with a face as pretty as yours, you basically don’t have to think, right?

You look up from sniffing your bro’s salty man musk at the notification sound. Heheh, this guy is so right! No one’s ever called you a genius, but plenty have called you cutie, handsome, and baby, most of them while riding your cock. You’re the perfect silly, airheaded compliment to your dumb surfer bro.

Himbo_mkr: You guys live at the beach, right, bro? I’ll stop by soon.

Your bro expertly parks the jeep in front of the trailer you share, then leans over to swallow your thick, pretty cock while you read your messages. You’re so happy you get to live right on the water, swimming, surfing, and fucking all day, every day. You hope you stay a dumb, slutty beach himbo for the rest of your life.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

[strawberry-seal77]

slay and swag are just in my vocabulary now. they arent coming out

[musclelover4826]

Aaron had a hard time fitting in. Transferring as a senior was hard enough, but especially to a preppy school in California that was all surfers. The poor nerd had been popular at his old private school but after getting kicked out for cheating on a test he was sent here. No more nerds to talk programming and biology with. Just surfers talking about chicks and board wax. Some of the surfers however felt bad and knew he was a good guy with a bit of a rebelous streak who could serve their group well, if he just had some different priorities. They invited him to their monthly bonfire down on the beach and promised him new friends and fun if he agreed to join, and so join he did.

Aaron arrived to the beach that night dressed in jeans and a hoodie, not really owning beachware. Though he did take off his shoes and socks in the car at least. He was clearly overdressed when he arrived seeing all the surfer guys in just swim trunks or speedos, hell two or three of them were naked. He had no idea how because as the sun set and the cold air blew off the ocean it felt decidedly cold in his opinion. Everyone was chatting and having fun while Aaron was being a introvert. Soon some guys called him closer to the bonfire. As he did he felt the warmth envelope him. His slight nerdy chub began to melt away. His stomach flattening and getting smooth as the slight trail he had sucked back into his skin. His chest pushing out slightly into the beginning of muscular pecs. His hoodie began melting away, followed by the t shirt underneath, leaving him shirtless. His jeans soon started burning away as his boxers began to turn blue and grow longer becoming a pair of boardies. He finally reached the bonfire and his shoes and socks burned painlessly away leaving him barefoot. His feet stretching out to size 15, not that he ever remembers that since he never wears shoes. His toes spreading out while his soles got rough and dirty. Sand getting all over his feet and legs while his hair lightens in the firelight to a light blond. He scratches his head lightly due to the sudden growth, his hair stopping halfway to his shoulders. The marshmallow he's suddenly roasting begins to melt and with it so does his mind. Intelligence and stress fading. His eyes turn blue and empty. Finally Aaron the stressed nerd is gone and Aaron the chill surfer dude stands in his place, enjoying a night with his bros.