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[atomicparadiseflower]

[abstractvanity32]

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.

[transforming-transformer]

Look into my eyes.

That's right, I'm the alpha here.

Not you with your puny, skinny frame.

Aww, you wanna have your body back? I dunno, you clearly never earned the right to have these muscles with the way you treat us "nerds, fags and losers".

But maybe, if you suck me off, I'll reconsider.

Oh, wow, you're hard? I suppose you'd get horny seeing this alpha in his glory.

... and already on your knees like a hungry slut. Okay, go ahead. Suck, bitch.

ping!

Who's this? Your girlfriend? Fuck, she sent a sexy nude.

Heh, maybe I'll give her the time of her life later.

Always wondered why you meatheads are into pussy.

Yeah, that's right, imagine me fucking your girl as you give your former cock a blowjob.

Picture me giving her everything she ever wanted and more in bed.

Oh, you still think I'm gonna give your body back?

Heh, I lied. Fat fucking chance.

Now beat it, fag. Don't ever make me see your face again.

Brad's gotta make a trip to Stacy's house, show her what a real man can do to a bimbo like her.

[inanimatefan1]

Brothers swimwear

[tacc0yak1]

turning 704 he needs smthn stronger than wine

[uwa-box]

Good luck.

[transforming-transformer]

"Jake never deserved these muscles, it was a good thing I stole them from him. Look how hot they fit much better on my body! Damn, I'd make a fine jock if I concentrated on sports instead of... instead of... damn, why I am I thinkin' so hard? Always gives me a headache. Gotta lift some iron, then hit the parties tonight. Gym, beer, parties, and a good fuck, that's all I need for a great time!"

[perryelornitorrinco]

Wars, in the campfire: anyone wanna share a story?

Fucking Wind:

[bodyhopper-files]

Caption: “I always wanted to be a hunk… now I am one. Thanks for the body, stud!”

[artsty33]

My old and new hh human designs (read the tags)

[tfgalore]

It was easy to get Jason here into my jockification experiment. All I had to do was tell him that my audio files would help him get even bigger in the gym! The dumb hunk fell for it hook, line and sinker. I left out the other details of the experiment of course, letting him experience those when the time came.

The first few weeks were subtle whispers through his headphones whenever he was in the gym. It conditioned him to like the hypnosis more and more, until he was addicted to it. Soon, he’d even listen to the files during his day to day life. That’s when we could get into stage two.

The pills he ate with his food helped boost his energy in the gym. Jason definitely saw a huge increase in muscle mass. He seemed to be hitting new records with each gym session. There were a a few side effects, as with all drugs. But those seemed to be positive ones all around. Within a week of taking the drugs, Jason’s chest had gone from silky smooth to a jungle. His pits weren’t left out either, growing bushy pubes that would have made any gay guy weak. He got cockier top, a combination from the hormonal changes and mental hypnosis.

Through my hidden cameras in his apartment, I could see his libido had skyrocketed as well. Not only was he jerking off more, he was starting to spend longer hours in bed, doing nothing more than stroking and pumping away at his fat cock. That’s when a stroke of brilliance hit and I decided to alter the experiment just a bit. I added more Gooning hypnosis into his schedule, and within another week, I could simply snap my fingers and watch as Jason’s intelligence drain into his balls. He’d go dumb as a rock, tongue out and eyes crossed as his dick shoot full mast. I definitely had fun toying with him through the stages.

After just two months, Jason’s hypno programme was complete. Of course, he got what he wanted and become a total stud, complete with hair and stubble. But what I left out was that the end product was a simple minded and obedient drone to do my bidding. And boy, I had plans for this jock…

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[ultramagnys]

FAT BABBY!!!! @drill-bits ‘s dratchet baby oc spectra bc he’s the cutest OC i’ve seen in this fandom

[sohaoying]

i'm in the house like carpet

[bruciemilf]

Having Epic the musical brainrot and had to draw Hephaestus in my head 😔

[abstractvanity32]

Season 3

TF Blurb - Transformative Hike

Julie tightened the straps of her backpack, sweat trickling down her neck as she squinted at the overgrown trail marker. The humid coastal breeze did little to cool her as she wandered off-path, drawn by the sound of crashing waves.

Her white tank top clung to her petite frame, her denim shorts riding up uncomfortably. She’d regretted this solo hike instantly—until she stumbled into the clearing.

A gnarled cypress tree twisted toward the sky, its branches framing a vista of turquoise water and sun-bleached rocks below. But it was the object dangling from a low branch that caught her eye: sleek black sunglasses with mirrored lenses, glinting like a dare.

“Hello?” she called out, her voice swallowed by the salt-heavy air. No answer.

Her fingers brushed the sunglasses—and the world hummed.

Julie gasped as her pink-polished nails yellowed, then cracked, hardening into rough, masculine cuticles. Her dainty feet thickened, tendons and veins snaking beneath skin bronzing to a deep olive. Sandals materialized—black flip-flops—straps digging into widening arches as her soles flattened against the earth.

Her calves bulged, muscle fibers knitting into corded knots beneath a dusting of dark hair. Denim seams groaned as her thighs swelled, pressing against fabric now deepening from faded blue to rich maroon. The shorts tightened, riding higher as her hips narrowed, pelvis grinding inward with a series of wet pops.

Julie clawed at her tank top as her waist thickened, soft curves replaced by rigid obliques. A burning heat spread across her abdomen—ridges forming, one by one, until a six-pack gleamed under the sun.

Her shoulders cracked outward, broadening into a V-shape that tore her shirt’s seams. Fabric disintegrated, revealing pecs swelling into firm slabs, nipples darkening and flattening against the new muscle.

Delicate fingers knotted into meaty palms, veins roping up forearms that doubled in size. Biceps swelled against invisible weights, triceps sharpening as her elbows calloused. She flexed involuntarily, a deep, unfamiliar laugh rumbling in her chest.

Her heart pounded as her jawline squared, cheekbones sharpening beneath stretching skin. Soft lips thinned, her nose broadening slightly. A prickling sensation crawled across her scalp—her auburn ponytail shortening, darkening to a crew cut as if devoured by shadow.

The sunglasses levitated, snapping onto her face. The lenses flashed, searing her eyes hazel-to-brown, her vision sharpening as the world saturated into hyper-clarity.

He inhaled—a deep, chest-expanding breath—and grinned.

“Damn,” his voice boomed, rich and amused. He rolled his shoulders, marveling at the way sunlight danced on his sculpted chest. The maroon shorts hugged his powerful thighs perfectly; the flip-flops felt like they’d always been there.

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Oops... sorry about this. I'm sure it's all rather shocking right now...

Your boyfriend here, he's an ex of mine. And I like to have some fun with my men by giving them some... triggers. So when you saw your geeky boyfriend put on the cap and jokingly said, "Now turn it around!"—well that activated one of those past prompts.

And this? This is what he looks like a little over halfway through the change. He's gonna be even dumber, bigger, and hornier than he is now—nothing like the the charming beanpole you're used to. The transformation is rather radical, but looking at your reaction I'm not sure you object.

Oh, and to answer your other question—yes, that bulge you can't stop staring at? That's still growing too.