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Call Me Chad

Charlie never thought that a beautiful girl like Rachel would show any real interest in a geek like him, but to use him just to get to Jack? His dumb musclehead roommate who he also had to tutor to get paid enough by his football coach? He felt heartbroken, trying to find the right words to say to her to not leave him.

“I just can’t see a future between us, especially if you’re not hot like Jack,” Rachel said, as Jack wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

“Bro, she’ll never continue dating a nerdy loser like you,” Jack scoffed, cutting Charlie off.

The small, twig-like nerd lips quivered and his reddened eyes burst into tears as he ran out of the frat party, only to be caught by a few of Jack’s douchebag posse to be stripped till he was completely naked and eventually dunked into the swimming pool. It left him embarrassed, vulnerable and overwhelmed, as he was surrounded by pompous, superficial jerks that kept laughing and sneering at him. All of it turned his shame and guilt into anger and vengeance—

———

“CHARLIE! Wake up, man. The library’s gonna close in half an hour.”

Charlie woke up disgruntled and deeply frustrated. Fuck, he’d dreamt about the set-up. Again. It’d been a few weeks since he got dumped, and it still consumed his mind like crazy. He rubbed his eyes softly and looked up to see his good friend William waving his hand in front of Charlie’s face.

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been dozing off quite a bit during study group,” William asked, looking concerned.

Charlie sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m awake. Just…”

“The set-up?” William replied. Charlie froze.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Charlie, it’s the only thing that’s been on your mind for three months, and with the way things happened, I wouldn’t blame you for being so fixated on it,” William rubbed Charlie’s back caringly as he spoke, his hand pushing his glasses back up to position.

Charlie sighed again, and sunk his head down. “But I shouldn’t be. I should have moved on by now, found someone new—”

William cut him off. “Don’t you dare go into what-ifs. That’ll only keep you miserable.”

“I know… it’s just… I wanna be someone’s special someone, but I can’t when I look like a stick and have to compete with huge muscle guys like Jack and his friends…” Charlie shook his head, frustrated and exasperated, while William gave him a comforting bro hug…

But William wished he could be more than just a friend to Charlie. See, William had been there for Charlie pretty much all their lives, growing up together and being very close. Hell, William had especially been there for him that night too: picking him up from the frat house; sitting with and comforting Charlie in his dorm; making sure he ate well and didn’t binge or starve himself; if anything, William would’ve made a great, loving boyfriend to Charlie… if only Charlie wasn’t so painfully straight and thought this was just a good friend looking out for a friend in pain. He, too, was frustrated by Charlie’s situation and constant thinking of the past.

Charlie rose from his chair and looked at William, smiling softly. “Thanks for being here for me, Will. It really means a lot to have a friend like you,” he said before walking away.

“L-likewise, Charlie. I’ll see you later,” Will replied, a smile forced onto his lips as he watched Charlie leave the library. Fuck, if only there was something he could do to make both his and Charlie’s situations ease up, but also align so they could be together.

Just as William was about to leave, he noticed a shimmer out of the corner of his eye. Turning to see where it came from, he noticed an old, rickety door with an oddly polished handle built in between the bookshelves. “Huh, I’d not seen that there before…” he mumbled as he walked over to it and turned the handle. The door swiftly opened, and Will stepped into what looked like a dusty, abandoned storage room, covered in cobwebs, rags and dust. He was intrigued at first, but screamed when he heard the door slam behind him without warning.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??” he shouted, grabbing his phone and turning its flashlight on to look around for the source of the door closing. As he kept searching, a bunch of lanterns mysteriously flared up, suddenly illuminating the room to reveal an ancient-looking book on a cobwebbed lectern. After taking a few breaths to calm down, Will blew the dust off the book, to see its title: “The Jock Bible”. An Ancient Greek-style illustration of a hot, muscular guy adorned the cover.

“Hmm, interesting name for a book…” he pursed his lips, intrigued as he lifted the cover. He was suddenly overwhelmed when a golden aura emerged from the pages and blinded him, filling him with immense knowledge, knowledge that could play to both his benefit, as well as Charlie’s. The thoughts swirling in his mind made him smirk. Perhaps there could be a way to make Charlie his after all… though he himself might want to use it for his own needs too.

The next morning, Charlie waited in line at the cafeteria, concealing himself in a purple hoodie to not draw any attention from people. The party had made him embarrassingly and overwhelmingly visible, which gnawed at him and forced the poor nerd to resort to wearing more and more hoodies, just to hide. As he neared the trays and plates on the way to the buffet, he felt a firm, thick-fingered hand grab his shoulder, which sent shivers down his spine.

“Hey there, Chad, man you’re looking more huge every day,” a deep voice spoke.

“Wait, that voice is familiar,” Charlie thought, and turned around to see a handsome hunk standing there, in a blue tank top and grey sweatpants, which threw him off so much he jumped. The jock in front of him chuckled, while Charlie gripped his tray.

“Bro, chill, looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” he smirked as he eyed Charlie up and down. Another shiver ran down the nerd’s spine, and he felt strangely… comfortable. Charlie took a few steps back as he still felt nervous around this guy, even if he was more chill about it, but the musclehead sauntered over and slapped the nerd’s back.

“Come on, let’s sit together and chat, Chad,” he said.

Charlie replied back, firmly, “My name’s not Chad! It’s Charlie!”

The jock shook his head and smirked. “Nah, dude, you’re Chad alright. One of the biggest dudes I’d ever seen.”

Afraid of this guy and what he was saying, Charlie threw his tray at the jock and made a run for it. He ran past the building he was supposed to have class in in an hour, past his residence hall, he even ran past the fraternity quad. When he stopped and took a breath, he looked around to see he was in the athletics area of campus, which spooked him. He could see the gym and the football field in front of him, and as he took a step back to wonder what the hell was going on, that slight shiver that ran down his spine tingled once more, and all of a sudden, his shirt felt extremely tight on him, as if compressing him.

“What the fuck is happening?” he asked, panting as he peeled off his shirt to no avail, the fabric tearing at his growing body. The buttons on his shirt bounced off as he felt his muscles grow at a rapid rate, which made him almost scream, while his shirt finally fell to the ground in a pile of shredded rags, to reveal a shocking surprise: rounded shoulders, defined pecs, washboard abs, toned arms, and a pair of legs strong enough to crush watermelons.

“H-holy shit, I’m buff??” he asked himself, and as he curled his arm into a flex, his bicep vein popped out, showing just how lean he was. His eyes went wide in horror. “What the fuck is going on??”

“Chad, Bro, I told you, you’re looking more huge everyday,” the jock from the canteen said, appearing as if out of nowhere. Charlie jumped and stepped back.

“Who the fuck are you?” Charlie asked, shutting his mouth as he heard a deep, bovine voice emerge from his mouth. “What the fuck is happening to me? What are you doing to me?” he cried, cowering in fear.

“That’s not the Chad I know. Dude, you’re the cockiest, most confident sigma jock on campus, not some wussy nerd,” the jock responded with a chuckle.

“I keep telling you, my name’s not Chad! It’s Chad—” Charlie tried to say his own name, but the name Chad slipped out of his lips instead. No matter how hard he tried, the name Chad stuck to his tongue like honey. “What the hell is going on?”

“You’ll see when we’re done, Chad.” The jock winked and sauntered away, his muscles defined by the sunlight above while Charlie watched, confused and terrified altogether. What did that musclehead mean by “you’ll see when we’re done”?

Walking back to his dorm, Charlie felt exposed. Embarrassed. He tried to cover up his body, but his hands, large as they were, were unable to fully cover his massively ripped chest, which bounced with every step he took. The now-lean muscular nerd, glasses still on, kept his head hung low to avoid attracting any more attention. However, when he was a few feet away from the front door, he heard giggles and whistles from the other side of the street. Charlie looked up, and noticed a trio of sorority girls looking at him. No, not just looking. Ogling him. Licking their lips and blowing kisses at him. As they did, his spine tingled… and he thought his dick was getting hard too. He smirked back at them with a confident grin, flexing one of his arms. The girls giggled even more, which made the nerd blush, until he realized his dick was still soft and limp.

His face went pale at the realization, and before he could even try to process what the hell was going on, Charlie ran off into his residence hall, until he was finally in the comfort of his own room. Not at all realizing that he’d dropped and broken his glasses on the way.

———

It had been an intense two days since that strange jock pestered Charlie, and since he… well, got the body of one. He was still confused as to how he could just magically buff up like he did, especially since it looked like he’d been working out since he was thirteen and played football at the same time. Scouring through Google to find answers, there seemed to be no solution to changing himself back to his normal nerdy self. Not just that, he knew he couldn’t keep hiding like this - he was bound to step outside and run into people.

“Ughhhh, what do I do?” he asked himself.

Then, he realized there was one person he hadn’t seen since his change. William.

Charlie grabbed his phone and, with his meaty fingers, sent a message to his best friend, hoping he could have someone to trust with his secret.

CHARLIE: <<William, I need your help>>

The nerd-in-a-jock’s-body held his breath, waiting for a response, and sure enough, the text bubble showed up as William typed out his reply… one that poor Charlie was not expecting.

WILLIAM: <<sup chad? i was wondering where u went>>

Charlie was baffled, and in his shock, dropped his phone. Did that jock steal William’s phone? Was this some sort of elaborate prank that Jack and his buddies were pulling? His phone buzzed again, and he picked it up to see a new message from whoever had his bestie’s phone.

WILLIAM: <<earth to chad, bruh sometimes you can be so thick huhuhu>>

As he read this, he felt an intense fog fill his mind, obscuring his panic and attempts to make sense of the situation. A chuckle left his lips, and his hand covered them in waning concern. Charlie wasn’t dumb… was he?

He put the phone down on his bed, and looked around the mess of a bedroom he was in: empty packs of chips, half-full bottles of soda and water, clothes strewn in every corner. Well, less clothes, more like shredded pieces of fabric that were once clothes that used to fit his lanky frame. All that survived were some of his oversized t-shirts and baggy jeans, which were more form-fitting on his now-muscular physique, leaving little to the imagination. That, and a set of gym clothes he found outside his door the night after his sudden second puberty. A tight grey Under Armour compression shirt that showed off his massive pecs, a pair of black five-inch inseam shorts that hugged his thighs, and a jockstrap.

If anything, his room resembled what he thought a douchey jock’s dorm would look like.

Charlie stood up, and he felt his head go woozy, the fog in his mind intensifying and concealing more of his usual train of thought. He sniffed like a dog, sensing there was an awful stench coming from inside his room. He first thought it was his clothes - sure, they had some cheesy scent to them, but not as intense as this one was. His shoes? Rank, but not what he was looking—OH, it was himself. Charlie’s pits reeked like crazy, his B.O. filling up the room and replacing the oxygen in it. Normally, he would wrinkle his nose in disgust, but with his mind in a daze, he let out another chuckle.

“Bruh, I reek,” he said, in a low, bovine tone reminiscent of Jack.

Fuck, Jack. That sexy motherfucker, with muscles that glistened with sweat, a handsome face that he could just kiss, and a dick worth sucking—

Wait, what??

Charlie quickly got dressed in the new gym clothes he got, not even bothering to shower or clean himself up, grabbed his phone and bag, and ran out of his dorm, pushing some of his fellow nerds out of the way. He made it outside, the sun shining on his chiseled face, and he began to saunter over to…

Wait, where was he going again?

He pulled out his phone, and looked through his calendar to see what class he had. He’d already missed his degree-required Python Coding class at 8:30 AM, History of Japan at 11:30 AM, and now it was past 2:00 PM. Charlie had… Physiology of Exercise at 3:00 PM followed by HIT DA GYM at 6:00 PM? As he regained some of his composure, Charlie was shaken. These two things on his roster were stuff a jock would study and do. He usually had Study Group with his friends at six… what the fuck was going on with him?

As the nerd felt some of the mind fog ease and dissipate, he noticed the same trio of girls from two days back, the ones Charlie flexed for, but this time they were accompanied by their frat bro boyfriends - all looked like they were cut from the same cloth: white, chiseled jawlines, built bodies. Charlie’s jaw dropped at the sight of these men, his cock was getting hard just by ogling them, and tenting visibly in his tight shorts. He was straight! Into girls! He wasn’t gay. He… he couldn’t be. He grabbed his bag and covered his obscene bulge, waddling over to the library to calm himself down and figure out what was happening to him.

———

William, meanwhile, was returning to his room at the Eta Theta Tau frat house, locking the door behind him as he pulled out The Jock Bible from his backpack. He smirked as he flexed his biceps in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, before sitting down and opening the magical tome that had granted him not only the body and life he’d dreamt of. He charmed his way, literally and figuratively, into Eta Theta Tau, the college football team, and even the Honors Society. He became insanely popular, grew in strength as he did bicep curls with 28-kilogram dumbbells, gained a rugged handsomeness by stealing some traits from his fellow frat bros, all of which made William more visible and prominent in the social fabric of campus life.

The Jock Bible also gave the new frat bro, actually more like the Frat President, immense power to reshape reality and whoever he wanted to fit his new life. That included his crush on Charlie, soon to be his dumb boyfriend Chad. He laughed as he remembered scaring the shit out of his skinny nerd friend, taunting him into growing his muscles. They were getting big enough for William’s, or rather Will’s, taste, but he wasn’t so much into Charlie’s intellect. It kinda drove an unseen wedge between the two of them, and made Will feel dumb sometimes.

Well, with this next phase of the plan, that was about to change, and now he wondered what Charlie was doing with his text messages from earlier.

“Charlie, I can’t wait to make you my blissfully dumb muscle slut,” he chuckled as he turned the pages of the book to see what else he could pull off.

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Charlie stumbled out of the library two hours later. It was fine, he thought, I can skip this class, it’s not even a class I remember signing up for. As he walked around, the golden rays of sunlight hitting his perfectly-tanned skin, he saw the jock who’d made him into an oaf of a man strutting in his direction. Charlie hid behind a tree, his breath picking up as he shivered nervously. His mind felt somewhat the same, but also felt a bit slower than usual.

“Who is this dude, and what does he want with me?” he asked himself.

He suddenly gasped as he felt a bunch of hands grab his arm, yanking him from his very obvious hiding place. Charlie’s eyes went wide when he saw who pulled him out - it was Jack and his group of bros, smirks on their faces as they looked at him.

“Yo, Chad, why’re you hiding from us dude?” Jack chuckled, patting the nerd’s back.

One of his posse, Dan, smirked. “Bruh, we got push day at six, you’ll be there, right?” he asked.

Charlie was even more confused, seeing his tormentors treat him as if he were like one of them. No, they were treating him as one of them. Panic rose inside Charlie, as it was quite the shift. Something felt really off, but before he could even speak his mind, his mouth spoke for him. “You know it, my man. Gotta get this chest so huge it’ll break a bra in half,” Charlie grinned back involuntarily, his hand cupping his pecs, which caused him to moan.

The group of jocks laughed out loud, as Jack held onto Charlie’s shoulder. “Man, you gotta control yourself, no one’s gotta know you turn yourself on,” he replied. Charlie stared at Jack, noticing that he was taller and bulkier than his bully. That was a welcome sight for him, considering he wanted revenge for the set-up, but there was something about Jack being smaller yet still muscular that Charlie was starting to find… hot. The posse sauntered off, cackling amongst themselves as the jock-nerd ogled them, feeling more confused than he did earlier. Poor Charlie, if only he knew…

The hours flew by, and before Charlie knew it, it was nearly six. He sat down on a rock by the lake, tears in his eyes as he watched the sun set, the sky filled with gold and the water crashing against the rocks below him. “What’s the matter with me?” he asked himself, rubbing his reddened eyes with his bear-like paws.

“Bro, chillax, you’re a jock now,” a voice bellowed in his head. Charlie turned around, trying to figure out where this jock-voice came from.

“Let go, man. No need for smarts anymore when you’re this jacked.”

His breath got heavier as he realized it was coming from his own head. “But… this isn’t me! I’m not a musclehead. I’m not friends with Jack. I’m not…” he paused.

“What, gay as a three dollar bill?” the voice, which he assumed must be the Chad everyone thought he was, asked. Charlie nodded.

“I’m straight, I’m into girls,” he stuttered out, feeling even more confused as his mind conjured up an image of the jock who’d started all this.

Chad chuckled dumbly. “Dude, chicks don’t really care about our muscles, but the bros? Man, do they want a piece of the action. Don’t you wanna finally enjoy life and get to fuck someone?”

Charlie gulped. This jock persona was right, even though it was hard to listen to an oaf, even if he was in his own mind. “I… I guess…”

“Then let go man, don’t be such a pussy. You’ll get everything you ever dreamed of,” Chad replied, and Charlie felt his lips curl into a jock-like smirk. One full of confidence, as if he knew he was the shit.

Charlie was now, though, now that he really, really thought about it. He had muscles now, and big ones too. He looked like he could play for the college football team as a tight end or a quarterback with his size. His face looked like it’d been carved by the ancient Greeks or Michelangelo, with how sharp his features were.`As for the python swinging between his legs? Well, I bet Jack’s couldn’t even compare.

“I just don’t wanna be—”

“What, an asshole? An arrogant douchebag?”

“Bingo,” Charlie sighed. “It all feels so surreal, but I don’t wanna betray who I am.”

Chad laughed. “Bruh, trust me, I’m just as dopey and curious as you are. I’m you, just hotter, more confident… maybe dumber, but at least I use my body and my mind for what actually matters.”

“So I’m just supposed to let go—what the fuck??”

Charlie screamed, as he suddenly found himself in the middle of the campus gym, and in the middle of a rep on the incline bench. His arms lifted the barbell with ease.

“How’d I get here?” he asked himself.

“You talked too much, little dude, had to get to the gym in time,” Chad replied as Charlie watched his body betray him, pushing and grunting through a few more reps on the bench press before setting the barbell down and sitting upright. “Trust me man, you, me, we can be happy if we choose to be.” Charlie stood up and saw his humongous body in one of the mirrors on the wall, his mouth agape in wonder while he flexed his biceps. They were the size of his former head. As he flexed, he felt… content. Strong as fuck. Happy, even.

“There we go, little dude, you and I are gonna become one sexy Chad by the end of tonight,” Chad spoke with Charlie’s mouth, and Charlie… well, he understood now. Maybe this was just what he needed.

———

Chad kept up the push day workout, grueling through incline bench presses, cable flys, weighted tricep dips, dumbbell skull crushers… the list went on. Grinding through each rep, Charlie felt his muscles pump up even more, sending a thrill of strength and cockiness through him, while Chad grunted, fixing his bulge every now and again. As the pair-in-one-body sauntered around each machine, they felt eyes staring at them - some girls found him hot, others found him disgusting when his B.O. wafted into their noses, while the other dudes… they thirsted over his physique, complimenting him.

“Holy shit, bro, you look huge!” one gym bro said.

Another one replied, “Dude, you’re the real alpha here.”

Chadlie smirked when a cute twink named Jamie came up to him and asked, “Um… excuse me, how do I work out to look just like you?” The twink’s bubble butt bounced, and Chad just wanted to plow his fuckstick inside that cute boy’s hole. Charlie stammered as he tried to give some tips, but he felt his hand cup the boy’s ass, squeezing that soft flesh between his fingers.

Jamie blushed scarlet. “W-would you wanna head to the showers?”

Chadie nodded, a sly grin on his face as he picked up the cutie and strutted to the locker room, grabbing a pair of towels and carrying Jamie into one of the private shower cubicles. Charlie couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but Chad could. The jock ripped off Jamie’s gym clothes off his slender body, while the very slutty twink got to work, peeling the stud’s shorts and jockstrap to the floor and getting onto his knees. Jamie licked the tip of Chadie’s cock, the jock shuddering in pleasure as his little boy guided his ten-inch monster through his dick-sucking lips and into his oh-so-perfectly-tight mouth.

“Fuckkkkk bro,” Chad and Charlie both moaned, their body’s hand grabbing Jamie’s soft, curly hair, letting his fingers run through each lock before gripping the twink’s head, then slamming his cock further down his throat, his lips meeting the base of his jock cock. Every inch of Charlie’s resistance to becoming Chad was wearing down with each thrust of his hips, precum dripping into Jamie’s throat as the twink cupped his baseball-sized nuts and massaged them so nicely, he almost busted one. But they kept going, and once he felt like his dick had been lubed up enough by the amazing sloppy he was getting, he pulled Jamie’s head off and lifted the twink up, turning him around and bending his sweet ass over.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, slut,” Charlie whispered seductively into Jamie’s ear. Or was it Chad? It was unclear now who was who, as the nerd began to let the jock into him, letting go as he plowed Jamie’s ass raw. The twink whined like a bitch in heat as he couldn’t hold on for much longer, as Charlie kept ramming his cock against Jamie’s prostate so hard that he could only see stars. Jamie came from his tiny nub, but Chad kept going, fucking the cutie as if he were just a plaything, grunting like a beast as he neared his own climax.

“Holy shit bro, I’m gonna CUMMMMMM!” the jock shouted, as he blew a massive load inside Jamie’s tight ass, filling it up to the brim and letting it leak a bit out of the twink’s hole as he slid out. In his mind, Charlie’s and Chad’s minds melted together in orgasmic bliss, blending together to create a cocky yet dopey, dumb yet curious, straight-passing yet gay-as-fuck jock - the Chad everyone knew him to be. He took a deep breath as he turned the shower on, washing Jamie’s lithe body, while the cutie lathered up his huge muscles, kissing a few times, before drying each other up.

Jamie grabbed Chad’s phone and blushed as he typed in his number. “Call me, Chad.” The twink’s ass bounced hypnotically as he ran to his locker, got dressed, and headed out. Chad chuckled, cupping his bulge. He left a missed call for Jamie to save his contact, then got dressed in his gym clothes again, his scent barely erased by the shower he just had.

As Chad made his way back to his room, Will bumped into him, a slight blush on his frat-bro face. He looked up into Chad’s empty eyes and dumb grin, and noted them down in his head. “So, gave in to the jock life, Chad?” he asked.

“Dude, it’s soooo chill. No thoughts, just lifting, fucking, sleeping. I mean, I still have some smarts, but like, they’re all workout and nutrition shit, you feel me?” Chad replied, chuckling like the typical himbo he now was, as his fingers ran through his hair.

Will smirked. It worked. Charlie, or Chad now, could finally be his. But not just that, he seemed taller and bigger than ever. He moved closer to the jock he made, and smiled. “I get you, bro. Though, I have a question. You still into chicks?”

Chad let out a boastful laugh. “Nah man, dudes are the only ones who can appreciate all this,” he said as he gestured to his muscular body, his right arm flexed to show off.

“Is that so?” Will asked, flexing his own pecs to show off. “Then, mind if I say, I find you fucking hot, dude,” he whispered, cupping Chad’s bulge sexily. However, shock flooded his face when the jock pushed him off.

“Sorry, dude. I mean, you’re hot and all, but I’m only into cute twinks,” Chad replied with a firm frown, before sauntering off.

Will was confused as fuck. The Jock Bible promised him that anyone he turned into a jock would worship him, become his boyfriend and servant. Maybe that’s because he hadn’t read the footnotes - the fine print stated that whoever the converted jock would fuck first would be his desired lover. That was Jamie the twink. Now, Chad was dumb as a pile of rocks, but clearly, Will was dumber for missing this, and the Jock Bible weaved its magic into his mind, making sure he was dumb enough to forget about its existence and its powers, leaving him powerless and too dumb for college, that he soon dropped out.

And as for Chad? Well, with Jamie as his lover, and with his dopey confidence in life, who wouldn’t want to be like him?

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Hello, Tumblr! I'm back with a new story after a long while - this one's a commission I'd been working on for some time now, though life had thrown me a few obstacles in getting it finished. Hope y'all enjoy this one!

If you're interested in commissioning a story from me, see my post on commissions here! If you can't or don't want to commission any stories, you can also tip me over on ko-fi.

#male tf #nerd to jock #jock tf #jockification #jock bible #straight to gay #reality change #unintended consequences #commission

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transforming-transformer · 10 months ago

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Life Update + Reopening Commissions

Hey everyone! It's been a while since I posted here, and I am planning to get back to writing more soon. That said, I have some news to share.

Good News: I just graduated from university!

Bad News: I'm a fresh graduate with no job as of yet to keep me going.

That said, I'm really struggling right now, even more so than I ever did in college. Having to secure rent for a new place, feeding myself, while also actively looking for jobs, has me frustrated and in need of your help.

Taking all this into consideration, with the dire financial situation, and with no other means to make a living until I secure a job (which I don't even know when that will happen), I'm reopening commissions.

If you can't or don't want to commission any stories, you can also tip me over on ko-fi. Seriously, any help / support during this very difficult time is always welcome, but I'll also understand if you can't.

Till I've secured a stable job, I really really hope y'all can help me out again.

— Drew the Transformer

#male tf #not a story #help a writer out

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transforming-transformer · 1 year ago

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It's so awe-inspiring to finally read Jamal's story. He's definitely grown so much and learned a lot. I have to admit, I am a little... fuck it, I'm hell of a lot jealous of this hunk — I wish I could work at LifeCorp too!

I just can't wait to see where his journey at LifeCorp goes from here, and hopefully I can find a way in and work with this sexy black stud. I wonder how I can get his help...

LifeCorp - My Story

This story came out early on my Patreon! If you're interested in early stories and other benefits check it out here! Want more details about that and my new roleplay discord server? Check out the post I made here!

Hey all! Jamal here again with another blog post.

After enough nagging and curious questions from all of you around the office after my teasing in the last post, it's finally time to post a full timeline of my journey here at LifeCorp! A handful of you have known me since I first started working here, but most of you haven't. Some of you might have even known me at different points while working here and not even realised I was the same person. We all know what it's like though so I don't hold it against you!

Anyway, you're all reading this for the fun stuff, so I won't bore you with all the usual admin. On with the story I'm sure will give a lot of you a great start to the work week ;)

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My story starts around 5 years ago when I first applied for LifeCorp.

I didn't even know what the company did when I first applied; I just saw an open position that paid well in my local area and had good benefits. Teaching had exhausted me. I needed a change, something less intense that would leave me with time to live my life, and this was perfect. Flexible hours, private company healthcare, no strict dress code, and on site leisure and spa facilities. Dream right? You all know how amazing it is to work here, I don't need to explain that, but coming off the back of a job that had absolutely none of that it sounded too good to be true. And this was just some entry level admin job back then, and now here I am.

I was like most of us probably were when we started here. Barely able to believe in the interview what this company claimed they did was real, only to see first hand as one of the interviewers gives a demonstration. You've all met David I assume, but for those that haven't he's our head of recruitment. To cut a long story short (because you're here for my journey not David's) I got to watch as he went from old distinguished businessman to young ripped jock to finish the rest of the interview. A wild ride on your first time as you all well know.

But that’s the same thing we’ve all been through. Whether you were a customer originally or an unaware employee like I was, we all had a first experience seeing the changes LifeCorp can make. And getting to feel them for ourselves.

Time for some background on me though. Or the old me anyway, since most of you haven’t known me since I joined.

As I already said, I used to teach before I came here. Maths if you can believe that. My name was James, the average, slightly nerdy type you’d expect of someone that’d gone into teaching. Not an introvert exactly, but not the guy you all know me as now. And yes, white too. I know, crazy to believe I used to be some little white dude before LifeCorp gave me a new shot, and I’m with you. I’m still that same guy obviously, but James feels so far away now from the man I’ve grown into.

My first real experience with what LifeCorp has to offer was at the Summer Swap Party. You’ve all been to, or at least heard of them I’m sure, the annual party held at the main office where everyone gets swapped around and ridiculously drunk.

I went along just to meet new people a month or so after joining. I felt like I hadn’t really given people a chance here, didn’t give myself time to get to know anyone outside of my immediate circle in the admin job. I was well aware of everything that went on here by now, so I knew what to expect when I arrived. Or, at least I thought so. Arriving at the large hall and getting corralled into a swap pod to exchange bodies with someone at the party at random wasn’t how I’d expected things to go, but I hadn’t been given a lot of time to process things.

Now, if you haven’t been through one of these swaps it’s a wild ride. There’s an all-consuming nothingness that overwhelms you for several seconds as you’re tied up into just your consciousness, right before being transferred in less than a second to your new body. Seriously, if you somehow haven't tried it you haven't felt anything like it; imagine being awake whilst you're asleep is genuinely the most accurate description.

Once I came around on the other side and I was with it enough to be let out, that's when I realised who I was.

Mr Korey, the man hosting the party.

You all know him obviously, he's probably reading this very blog post along with you. If so, I'd like to say how nice you were and how much fun I had in your body as my first experience not as myself! Seriously all of you, being a handsome older gentleman with an excellent physique as the literal first time I ever looked different was a wild time. And he seemed pretty happy as me, so none of us were complaining. I got to walk around drinking and chatting with all this confidence I never had before; all whilst looking like some handsome Daddy. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time, and really went a long way to opening my mind to the idea of changing.

I will admit though I did sneak off at one point to get a closer look. He was always wearing these fancy suits that hinted at his physique, so I couldn’t really be blamed for wanting to get a little more familiar with the body I could feel under these clothes.

A bathroom just outside of the main party hall, with just enough time and just enough space to lock myself inside and strip. I knew I wouldn’t have long before people noticed I was missing, so I made light work of carefully unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it up and really getting a good look at his muscles. All I can tell you without getting in too much trouble with Mr Korey is he’s even more jacked than you all think he is, and even more hung than that. Seriously, I had a lot of fun all by myself in that bathroom before I rejoined the party, but out of respect I’ll leave that to the imagination.

One evening of talking, drinking and getting weirded out by but also loving not being myself, it was finally time to swap back. It was kind of a shame since I'd finally got used to feeling the scratch of a beard and feeling older, but I knew it was only temporary. So back into the machine I went to swap myself back. Just the same as before, several moments later I was stepping out the machine the other side as myself once more.

James again.

~~~

Nothing else really happened for almost a year. By the time Valentine's Day rolled around I'd been with the company for almost a full year, and happier than ever in the job. No longer the newbie, I was fully immersed in being a part of LifeCorp.

It was then the Valentine's special rolled around, just as I announced this year a couple of weeks ago.

I'd been thinking on and off ever since the summer party. Being a handsome, fit gentleman had really done a number on me. That and seeing everyone around me constantly changing when I was collating and entering all sorts of data about changes really didn't mean I had a moment to take my mind off it.

There were two issues that'd kept me from ever doing anything. Indecisiveness, and money. One was decided with time; I'd made a decision that if I ever did make any changes to myself I'd stick to looking like me and just making some upgrades instead of a total rewrite. The money side at the time did worry me too. I was paid well for the job I did, very well as the salaries are here, but still the sudden chunk of cash out of my monthly budget was a huge concern. But with the offer, which as it turned out was heavily discounted for new employees, the option was suddenly on the table.

So I did what anyone would when given the opportunity to freely change themselves and went for it. Because who wouldn’t, right? We see it all the time here, people coming in because they aren’t happy with something about themselves, and I was just the same. I had a list of things I wanted changing when I went in, some more predictable than others. Muscle was a big one; if I was going to do this I wanted to finally capitalise on the desire to be bigger. Hair was another thing I’d never really worked out what to do with, so a new cut or complete change to my hair was on the list. To top that all off there were a whole host of more minor things I wanted, nose reshaped, jaw squared out, even my voice I wanted to try changing. And, of course like any man I asked if they’d make my cock bigger. Besides that I left it in the hands of our wonderful designers here, knowing after so many months of working here they’d do a good job at changing me whilst staying true to me.

How I turned out was better than anything I could have asked for or designed myself. A hint of stubble, defined muscles, a general vibe that just oozed masculinity. Short styled hair and what I already knew was a larger bulge between my legs. I was a stud to say the least. What really topped it all off though, more than the muscle or anything, was knowing in the moment that this was the only me now. This wasn’t like the last time with Mr. Korey where I knew it was temporary fun, this was me. No smaller body to go back to, no time limit. I was a handsome, beefy jock and that was it.

“Fucking hell James, look at you.” I remember muttering to myself as I flexed. “Fit, ripped, fuck this is incredible.”

That self worship continued on for several more minutes as I really got a feel for this new body. Posed a few times, worked out how to bounce my pecs, and explored my new equipment some. It was probably a good half hour I spent in that little room coming to terms with this being my new reflection from now on and deciding what clothes suited me best.

It’s a moment still burned into my memory to this day even if it was years ago. The first time I stepped permanently away from my old self and towards the new. A lot of clients I’ve spoken to in more recent years since changing jobs say the same thing and I can really attest to the same; the first you make a permanent change you’re not planning to go back on is unforgettable.

~~~

To say my life changed from then on would be an understatement. I wasn’t unhappy before, far from it, but it was like waking up into a dream you realised was never going to end. Being in a body like the new one I had proved to be everything I felt like was missing in my otherwise ordinary life. I was happier day to day, more confident and outgoing, even started going out to bars and clubs more when I usually never did.

I worked out a lot too. LifeCorp for those of you that don’t know have specialists on hand to help ease people into their new bodies if needed. Many former men need help looking after a woman’s body; older people offered classes and guidance on how to fit in with a younger crowd after an age regression; or newly muscular jocks like I was that needed a personal trainer to show them how to lift and maintain the new size.

For me that came in the form of Ryan.

He’s one of the consulting PT’s at our gyms, or used to be a few years ago back when my first changes happened. Solid guy, both literally and in the not so literal sense. He was a huge help getting me into the routine I’m still in now. He taught me pretty much everything I know now, for the most part. A lot of you probably saw the two of us in the gym together, since we’d be there for a good couple of hours a day, six days a week. That routine hasn’t changed either in all the years since! How to scale my weight up, the right form and how to plan the number of sets, all of it Ryan taught me down to the finest detail.

Eventually our training sessions turned more into just two dudes working out together once I’d picked up the important parts. I’d always been a quick study, so it didn’t take long until we were laughing and pumping iron together. We got pretty close over the weeks we spent training me up with all the knowledge I needed and forming the gym-going habit. He was the first person I really got close to since the change, bonding over my new love of the gym amongst other things. It felt good making a new friend because of the changes, someone I wouldn’t have otherwise probably known.

Even after Ryan moved away to another part of the company I didn’t let things slip. This wasn’t like some new year’s resolution a lot of people make and quickly give up on, this was the real deal. I’d paid for the upgrade, and I was going to make damned sure I got the most out of it. Part of me always wanted to before all this and just hadn’t had the motivation, the changes and the thought of squandering them along with Ryan’s help was the final kick up the ass I needed. Even when I didn’t need Ryan’s help anymore I was always in the company gym before work for at least an hour; I’d always been an early bird and it turned out I loved working out in the mornings.

I loved working out full stop really. The rush, seeing the pump afterwards and knowing that yeah, whilst I skipped ahead, it was still the working out I was doing almost every day that was keeping me looking like this. I had fully made the jump from average burned out nerdy teacher to a thriving jock that was happier than ever. But this, of course, wasn’t the end of my story…

~~~

Over time I fell happily into the jock life, I even switched jobs after a couple of months after the initial treatment. The old one had gotten boring now I’d grown so much, so I made a slightly impulsive decision to move to a more front-facing role. I’d taught, I knew how to stand in front of people and talk about something I knew a lot about. And in my time here and with my first-hand experience I could certainly do that. So instead of admin I moved over to public relations, helping to promote the company and the work we do.

My life just generally got better over the following year or so. My new position was great, helping people fulfil their dreams like I had. I made new friends at the gym and at work, a lot of which I still know today. Even dated a little more than I had before now I was going out in the evenings more. Being a jock had well and truly folded itself into part of who I was after so many years of wanting it; I couldn’t have asked for more.

Until a year later and when the next valentines offer came around I decided to go for it again.

It was a curiosity more than anything that made me go for it. I’d spent the happiest year of my life in all things gym bro, and that made me wonder what it would be like to go further. I’d been more concerned with maintaining what I had in the gym than actually putting more size on, but now the opportunity had come around again with the discount tempting me it was too good to resist. What gym-going dude wouldn’t wonder what the upper limit of what was possible for his body was?

Many of you might not know this, but LifeCorp can actually show you that. I only knew about it because of my former position doing admin and processing many customer’s files. It’s a hypothetical “if everything went right in your original life, how would it be possible for you to look?” type deal. I’m not going to pretend to understand the science behind it, but it’s something to do with filtering your DNA that our very, very smart scientists came up with.

Nevertheless, that’s what I asked for. Takes them a few days to comb through your genetics and make a full model, but a few days after the request it was all ready. Ready for me to once more take another step forwards in my journey, though this one wasn’t quite as life altering as the last.

On the other side of it all, big was the first thing I felt when I stepped out. Now, at this point remember I’d only been at all muscular for around a year, so getting bigger all over again was quite the jump. And when I say big, I mean huge. Bodybuilder absolutely fucking enormous. Muscle on top of muscle. Perfect beard I’d never quite been able to figure out growing. Huge and ridiculously handsome. This was everything my genetics could have made me, which honestly is still crazy to look back on.

Now I’m used to being this size, but back then nothing could have prepared me. A whole new wardrobe was needed first off which LifeCorp helped with, but it was more than just that. I kept bumping into things and definitely didn’t know my own strength for a while. I wouldn’t change a moment of the adjustment period though, not since I got to see myself every day and know this was everything I could be. The bumps and bruises from walking into things or broken glasses from accidentally squeezing too hard was all worth it to end up so big and thick with muscle.

I got promoted again too.

This is where some of you newer folk will start to remember me, hell you can still see them using my image in some of the branding. I signed on to do a little modelling for the company as one of their success stories, an example of the work they can do to encourage others to make use of our products. I gave talks about my experience, helped coach a few people through their own changes as Ryan had done for me, all sorts of stuff in addition to getting paid to show my body off. If you ever find yourself wondering where Jay disappeared off to, that was me. I started using that instead of James for a while after this round of changes, since that felt more fitting of a guy like I’d become. Shorter and snappier, it was a sign of the man I’d become and how far I’d grown. Literally and metaphorically.

~~~

For a while I thought that would be it. Over a year and a half I spent as Jay the devilishly handsome bodybuilder enjoying the path life had taken me down. A Valentine's Day offer even came and went which I had no need for, I was fine just as I was that year around. I couldn’t see myself wanting any different.

That was until a company seminar on racial diversity and the science that comes with changing someone’s ethnicity at LifeCorp. You see, despite the muscular exterior and new love of the gym, I’m still the same nerd that originally became a maths teacher. I’ve always been fascinated by science and mathematics, still am, so when I started working for LifeCorp it didn’t take me long to sign onto these various seminars they occasionally run. Now I’m still not going to pretend to understand half the complicated processes they talk about, but listening to it all explained is well worth the time. I’ve been to several of them over the years, and this in my eyes was just another one of those. I’d been to ones on how genders get changed, how like me they can make muscles grow in a matter of hours instead of months, how they can fix your DNA and reverse ageing for clients that want to get younger.

This one was, at least at first, just the same as any of those. Talking about specific genes and the fancy tech they used to change them, it was all very interesting. They went on into detail about how this type of change could be set to take anywhere from minutes to hours unlike a lot of other changes, the reason for which was another thing I didn’t quite understand. What I did understand was what they were asking next.

“Could we have a volunteer? We’d like to show you in real time how we delve into and edit the DNA to send the change over the skin.” The woman giving the presentation had said. “Rest assured we’ll have you back in your proper skin in a few hours once the initial molecular trauma is over.”

I still couldn’t tell you now what made me raise my hand. Call it professional curiosity, but up I went to volunteer myself for this physical demonstration. I climbed to the stage, got hooked up to several machines and stood there whilst they started the process.

It was slow to begin with. They went over in real time as they went into my system and looked for the right things, and all about how they then went about changing it. Asian for the purposes of the demonstration. There was some mention of the previous processes I’d been through too; since I’d been turned into the height of what my potential was almost two years ago there was an almost 100% certainty whatever changes they made here temporarily would also result in me being a stud still.

After several minutes of explanation it was time to actually start. Several injections later and I was standing shirtless letting everyone in the room watching the slow, subtle changes. They’d asked me to at least take my shirt off so everyone could watch, which I was more than happy to oblige on. I’ve had a bit of a thing for showing off since all the changes, and shamelessly still do. So it wasn’t much of an ask at all to stand there half naked whilst everyone, myself included, got to watch me shift from white to Asian.

The whole thing was fascinating. The subtle but distinct change of facial features, skin tone shifting slightly, some of my body hair fading away. I was still massive, that didn’t change one bit, but everything else shifted. There was still some sign of me in there too, that was the wildest thing. I couldn’t really place what it was exactly, but looking into my own eyes in the mirror they’d given me I could still see myself.

After it was all done and they’d used me to show what they wanted to show, the seminar was done. They assured me that in a couple of hours if I came back I’d get back to being myself, but until then I was free to do as I liked.

And what was a man to do with a couple of free hours? Workout of course.

Off to the company gym I went for a good chest workout before it would be time to get swapped back. I always spent the longest on my chest whenever I did it, so I knew two hours would be just enough time for a good workout and a shower. The facilities on site are excellent if you haven’t been by the way, I’d totally recommend it.

It didn’t turn out to be all that weird from what I remember. I’d walked out of the seminar thinking I’d find the whole race switching to feel odd if nothing else, but it was quite the opposite. I felt fine, good really. Working out always made me feel good, but this wasn’t just that. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I still remember that chest workout was one of the best I’ve ever had to date.

I even had a little time spare to feel myself up in the shower. I couldn’t help video myself as I washed off the sweat; seeing myself as an Asian man was just so different and I had to capture it before it all went away. By the time the shower was over it would be time to go back, so it was worth having something hot for the record. I can tell you now I’ve jerked off over it more than a handful of times since then, both from the position of knowing it was me in that moment and it just being a fit Asian stud.

Would I have sex with that version of me? You’re damn right I would. I mean, just look how good I look soaping up my pecs? I even got a close-up for all you horny bastards to enjoy.

Alas, it all had to come to an end. As fun as it was, I had only signed up for it to be temporary. I was a white guy at the end of the day, even if I had spent a couple of fun hours as another race it wouldn’t want it to be permanent. It wasn’t my place to want something like that, even if it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at the company. A little fun for an afternoon after an educational seminar that was now over, that’s all I told myself it was at the time.

~~~

The thing about those little earworms? They’re hard to get rid of.

Those things you tell yourself you don’t or shouldn’t want, even if you know deep down you do. You want to buy that new bag that’s just been put on sale but you stop yourself. You want those football season tickets and buying them early means they’re cheaper, but still you can’t justify it. That’s how I felt every time I thought back on what I’d been through at that seminar. Because honestly, being a different race and seeing a totally different reflection had been a weird sort of thrill. It was me still just about, but twisted into something so far from who I used to be.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it over the following months. I felt guilty for wanting it, but the guiltier I felt the more I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Guilt can be a little backwards like that. But I swore off it; I couldn’t just change myself like that, it wouldn’t be right.

Only… Then Valentine’s Day rolled around again.

I’ve been known in the past to make the odd impulsive decision. That’s what had led me to quit teaching when it was a stable job I was good at. It was what took me down this path of changing myself too. So what harm would one more be when most of them had turned out good in the end? It was like the urge to jump when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. Any moment you could just say fuck it and tumble off the edge…

The day at the office was what did it. February 14th and I was at work like always, chatting to prospective customers and giving a presentation to some of our newer employees. Talking all day to couples and people making changes for romantic reasons must have gotten to me, because before I knew it I was on my lunch break and making a booking for the particular transformation I wanted. If they could get what they wanted and be happy about it, why couldn’t I? Maybe it was the love in the air or something pushing the impulsiveness but before I knew it I was down in the labs that afternoon talking over what I wanted.

Total race change, a new version of the current me, just like they’d done a few months ago. This time I wasn’t going Asian though. As fun as that had been, I had something a little darker in mind after months of letting it churn in the back of my mind. Black. Why that I didn’t know, but now the doors to the idea had been opened, I knew that was what I wanted. Needed, as weird as that was to admit.

The process was much like any other I’d been through once all the paperwork was filled out. This was permanent, so there’s always more to do. Once it was all filed away they loaded me up into their machines as I’d done a handful of times now and it was off.

I was saying goodbye to my whiteness for good. The exhilaration I felt as I watched my skin slowly flush darker was tenfold of what I felt when I’d become Asian or when I’d just become bigger. The darker I got the better I felt, like a weight off my shoulders. I’d been thinking about this for months and felt guilty for it, now I’d actually gone through with it I was already feeling better.

There was a slight shift in the way everything looked as I got darker too. My nose widened and lips filled out, my whole face shifting ever so slightly to take on a more African descended version of me. Muscle too wasn’t spared as it grew bigger still into a beefy, well proportioned size; I was getting taller but still keeping a similar proportion as I had before as either white or Asian. I had the same mass as before, but with the unexpected increase in height it was levelling out to a thick bulk I was happy with. The black version of me they unlocked in my genes was tall and an absolute stud. Not to mention hung too.

When I finally stepped out of LifeCorp's machines I knew this was going to be the last time I made major changes to myself. It was just instinct. The reflection I could see in the mirror across the room just clicked with something deep inside me; this was who I was meant to be. The version of me I knew I was happiest as.

As always they helped me into a few loose clothes they knew would fit, more for their benefit than mine, then at last let me look at myself in a mirror. A tracksuit and socks was all I had on after declining a tank top for now; I wanted to get a proper look at my newly black body.

And what a sight it was. Devilishly handsome with a full beard and well proportioned but still thick muscles on my taller frame, I’d never seen myself quite as good looking as this. The wider nose, dark, tightly curled hair and overall blackness I saw looking back at me just felt right in a way I couldn’t put my finger on. A lot of clients say the same thing when they get to a version of themselves they’re happy with, and looking at myself then I finally understood what they meant.

“Everything to your liking then James? Jay, sorry.” One of the scientists I'd known for a while asked as I admired myself.

I smirked. “Oh this is better than anything I could have dreamed up, fuck this is good.” I didn't pull my focus away from the mirror, too absorbed in admiring this new permanent version of me. “And I think I might change my name one more time. James was the old me, and Jay worked for a while as a shorter version. This new body though… this is it I think. How about Jamal instead? Close enough that it feels familiar…”

“If Jamal is the name you want I can put the request in to have it changed?” He asked, already grabbing a tablet to start the name changing form.

I thought about it for another moment, then turned to him and nodded. “Yeah, please. Jamal it is, that's me now.”

You can see now that I didn't know what I was worrying about. Plenty of customers at LifeCorp have been through the same race change as me for all sorts of reasons, I was just another one of them. I looked and felt better now I was a handsome black stud, this was the version of me that would see out the rest of my life.

In the year since that day I've only felt more secure in my decision.

My identity has settled into being a black dude, just as I once jumped from a nerdier guy to a jock. This was one more jump like that I needed to make to feel more comfortable in myself. I’d always enjoyed tattoos and wanted to get some, so took this opportunity now I was happy with myself to finally get inked. Down one arm and something in the middle of my back too, all to celebrate how I’d found myself.

Another promotion only a week after I became black landed me here in my current role as Social Media Manager, and it's been a dream. All the perks of working here at LifeCorp, a good salary, and flexible hours to boot. Spend most of my time making posts such as these and coordinating our public image alongside the wider marketing department. Alongside all that I still have a lot of client interactions at various events and talks I give, but I'm not as outward focused as I was as Jay.

Workouts have been better than ever too. I feel like I've reached a point in the gym I'm happy with; I've been working out consistently for the last few years at this point and loving every second. It feels like a second home now honestly, which I never thought I’d be saying. I’ve kept up the work I started in helping newly muscular individuals in getting comfortable working out. Even if it wasn’t all naturally grown like some of our personal trainers I’ve been at this for enough years now I know how to put a workout together. Even dabbled in the idea of getting an official personal trainer certification too, just so I can step up my game a little in that as well as part of my work here at LifeCorp.

First day of the rest of my life that decision was. I'm grateful to who I used to be, without him I wouldn't be the man I am today. To become black, become Jamal though on top of all the growth I'd been through; I've never looked back.

~~~

So that’s pretty much it from me!

Longer one than usual I know but worth it to get the full timeline out there. Hope you all enjoyed this look into my journey to the man I am today, because honestly I wouldn’t change a second of it. It was fun to relive the whole trip, so I hope you all enjoyed it too. Feel free to leave comments or send me messages if you have any questions, always happy to talk a little about myself!

That’s all folks, I’ll see you in another blog post.

Jamal - Social Media Manager

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Just One Shower

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Max (left) and Henry (right) were really close – and if you asked anyone in their circles, they’d often wonder why the duo were still ‘just friends’ and hadn't entered into a serious relationship with each other. See, Henry met Max at a Google I/O event a few years ago, when he was still working for a local start-up in San José, while Max was already working as a UI developer for Apple. Initially, they saw each other as rivals, constantly one-upping each other’s latest tech advancements. It wasn’t till they both saw each other at the Mr. Olympia that year that they became such good friends, and both realized they had a serious thing for big muscle guys. After a few months, both had moved in with the other at a two-bedroom apartment in Cupertino, close enough for both of them to get to their respective workplaces, and quiet enough for them to revel in the pleasure of enjoying the newest muscle porn they’d discovered.

However, in the past year, their friendship was showing its limits, and was hanging on by a thin thread. Both had been working hard on starting up their own game development studio, and had been so busy writing up code for a game they’d hoped to launch, only for the code to get swiped by a hacker who presented the duo’s game as their own. At this point, the two nerds couldn’t turn back to their old jobs at Google and Apple which they had so passionately left behind, and without solid-paying jobs at major tech firms, both of them were blaming the other for all their problems - especially their unemployment. They even stopped sharing muscle porn with each other.

Little did the tech-junkie duo realize that their love for bodybuilders was about to change their lives.

One day, Henry was going through the mail – since out of the two of them, he was the more responsible type – when an eviction notice slipped out of the pile. He couldn’t help but shake his head and frown. “Max, eviction notice just showed,” he grumbled as he walked over to Max’s open door. Henry shook his head when he saw Max toying and tinkering around with their bathroom’s shower head, which he had connected to his personal gaming PC.

“Max, what the fuck are you doing with the shower?” Henry crossed his arms.

“I’m just trying to see if there was a way we could optimize the water flow,” Henry replied meekly, lifting up his glasses.

Henry threw his hands in the air as he complained, “Couldn’t you just go find a job like I am?”

Max shook his head. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mister Manly, you think I could just pick up any random job when all I’ve worked on is UI?”

“Well at least try!” Henry shouted back.

Max got up from his seat and pushed Henry back from the doorway, and as the two took their argument into the living room, Max and Henry were completely unaware that the hacker who’d taken their life’s work was still watching them bicker and fight like a couple. And he had a little something in mind to resolve their problems, as well as his own. All it took was one small virus, and he had amassed all their personal data - even digging into their deepest, darkest desires. For Henry, it was for a bodybuilder to fuck him, while Max’s kink was imagining being the bodybuilder that would fuck a small, cute twink.

With that in mind, they hacked even further into Max’s computer and messed with the water flow optimization chip he’d installed in the shower head. Installing some voice recognition software, he also installed a cracked code he’d taken from some app named Chronivac, with more detailed coding on the two’s fantasies embedded into it, that would lead to some interesting changes…

Once the duo was done arguing about finding work, Max had stormed out. Henry dragged his feet back into his room, and stared at the shower head on his desk. “Why does Henry have to be so hard on me, but still be so right at the same time?” he moaned as he disconnected the shower from his computer, hoping that it would work. After a quick sniff of his own pits, he added, “Damn, I really need a shower,” and trudged over to the bathroom, where he quickly reattached the shower head to the pipes and turned it on, checking if his chip worked. Well, it seemed to, so he quickly ripped off his clothes and hopped into the shower.

The way the water landed on his skin felt like such a powerful, relaxing massage, and Max couldn’t help but moan as he grabbed his shower gel and rubbed it all over his body. Weird, I could’ve sworn it was higher than before, he thought as he placed the bottle back on its shelf, as his spine stretched taller, stretching him from an average 5’ 9” to a giant 6’ 5”. The water slowly got hotter, which made Max whimper a bit, while the flow got even more intense. As he turned around and washed the gel off his body, his pale skinny body began to stretch, grow and peel out like a present, leaving behind a healthy golden tan, and large muscles, but Max wouldn’t know of it since his eyes were still closed from the shower gel still on his face. At this point, the shower head felt closer than it was earlier, as Max washed his face. As he did, the intensity of the water increased and nearly knocked him out - it was like he was washed down by a fire hose, but it left his face chiseled and reshaped into that classical handsome look, while his hair was almost slicked back, but the water also washed out quite a lot of his intellect, which left him looking like a vapid himbo. It also washed out most of his English and replaced it with mostly Spanish.

Miguel emerged from the shower like a god, flexing his muscles and chuckling dumbly, while struggling to completely dry himself off. “Dios mío, I need to go to gym,” he said to his own reflection in a sexy baritone that would’ve made the old Max shiver, and would definitely make Henry squeal. He quickly rushed over to his room and dug through the pile of dirty tank tops, jockstraps and gym shorts on the floor, slid on his cleanest set, and headed out, completely unaware that his gaming PC had suddenly been replaced by a personal bench press set.

After about an hour of walking around the block, Henry had calmed down. Max was still his friend, and he just cared so much and wanted to make sure he could get back to being the hard-working guy he knew he—and just like that, Henry’s thoughts were interrupted when he bumped into a massive wall of muscle that was Miguel.

“Oh, perdóname, I just rush to the gym,” Miguel replied as he helped the skinny blonde nerd up.

Henry stuttered, unable to respond as the sexy Latino hunk walked past him and ran to the nearest gym. He quickly took a picture of the hunk from behind and ran back to their apartment, regretting that he didn’t have a front picture of the guy. “Max! I just saw the hottest guy ever, I think you’d like him,” he shouted as he knocked on Max’s door. Silence. After trying a few more times, Henry assumed Max had also just gone for a walk, and with the way his sweat made his clothes cling onto him, he also needed a shower.

He opened the bathroom door and slipped off his clothes, entering the shower. Once he turned it on, it was like heaven. The water pressure felt like heaven, with how softly it landed on his skin, washing off the small acne scars on his face and softening his features, making him cuter and more boyish, while his already skinny body got more slender. As he rubbed the shower gel, which surprisingly smelled like bubblegum, all over his body, he couldn’t help but massage his newly-shaped bubble butt and slip a few fingers into his sensitive hole, imagining Miguel fucking him and making him whimper.

The blond-ness of his hair shone even brighter, and as he came in the shower, Harry giggled, washing it off the wall and drying himself off. He quickly slipped on a beautiful red lace thong that he kept for special occasions and skipped on his soft feet over to their large master bedroom, which was covered in rose petals and lit up with candles. Getting into position, he bent over and shook his ass, just as Miguel stepped in, sweaty and pumped up from a nice workout.

“Hey hubby,” the cute twunk commanded, while Miguel’s mouth dropped in a horny frenzy. “Why don’t you come here and fuck me nice and good?”

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I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Commissions are still open to everyone - I'd really appreciate it if you can request one, especially for the holidays.

You can also tip me over on ko-fi, if you can't or don't want to commission! You don't have to tip me, but any support during this difficult time will always be welcome.

#male tf #tf commissions #unaware tf #race tf #nerd to jock #nerd to twink #reality change #muscle tf

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transforming-transformer · 1 year ago

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Thank You ❤️

Hey everyone.

I just want to come on Tumblr and thank you all for your support during this really difficult time. I couldn't survive without your help.

I really wish there was a way I could repay you all for the kindness you've shown me. I couldn't be more grateful for your help 🙏 With your support, I was able to get through the rest of November without much worry.

I also just published one of the commissions I received during this time, so please do check it out!

I want to shout out and especially thank @tf-lover, @mrwavellswaps for their friendship and emotional support in getting me through this challenging time ❤️

I'm still in need for December, so if any of you want to send over commissions or donations over Ko-Fi as part of your holiday spirit, I would be even more thankful and humbled.

Once again, thank you all. I couldn't have made it without you.

— Drew the Transformer

#not a story #male tf #thank you #pls help however you can

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transforming-transformer · 1 year ago

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The Vitruvian Vault

Maximilien was wearing a tux that fit tightly around his built frame, and his handsome face made everyone’s heads turn and gawk at him. His charming smile made everyone watching swoon. What they didn’t know was that he wasn’t really that handsome, or muscular, or attractive, and that he wouldn’t be this if he never found the Vitruvian Vault.

Three months ago, Max was on the metro when he saw an envelope fall from another man’s pocket. He didn’t seem to notice that it fell, as he didn’t look back, and the doors were closing anyway, so Max looked around and carefully swooped it up and put it in his satchel.

Getting off at Seneca, he walked to his cramped studio apartment (which came with no bathroom, just a toilet and a sink) and rummaged through his satchel and slid the envelope into his hands. Opening it, he found an empty piece of paper and something else - a remote of sorts. It was a flat piece of plastic with a light at the end, with a singular button, emblazoned with a copy of da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man.

“One button with the Vitruvian Man?” he asked, curious. He looked at his small flat screen, aimed the remote to it, and pressed it.

Nothing.

“So not a TV remote, I guess,” he said dejected, and accidentally pressed the button as the remote aimed at the front door. The wooden door glowed and Max gawked as atom by atom, it transformed into a metal one.

“Woah, what the–” his voice trailed off as the door shifted and morphed into metal. Max carefully approached it and turned the handle.

On the other side was not the corridor of his apartment floor, but a huge warehouse full of human-sized pods. The room was super bright, and as Max stepped in, he heard a voice from somewhere:

“Welcome to the Vitruvian Vault, Mr. Lopez,” it said in a flat, almost robotic tone. “Please close the door behind you.”

Max did as was told. He walked down the steps and took a close look at the pods. Each one had a screen, with pictures of beautiful people of all ethnic backgrounds and sexual orientations.

“Wh-what is this place?” he asked to… well, no one.

Steam hissed from an area of the warehouse, and a humanoid robot was walking towards him. Max was frightened - it’s like seeing the robot inside the Terminator, about to kill him. Instead though, the android pressed a button on the screen of a pod, and it opened to reveal a handsome young man.

“Mr. Lopez-”

“M-Max,” he stammered.

“Max, call me Marwan. I’ll be your guide to the Vault.”

“So wait, this… this Vault thing, it houses bodysuits?”

“Not just bodysuits… well, it stores copies of bodies, but the ways you can use them are endless,” Marwan chuckled.

He led Max to an empty white room.

“This is where we scan you so the bodies can be calibrated to your… physical size? Yes, that’s it.”

Marwan positioned Max in the center of the room, and an oculus opened above. Lasers aimed all over his clothed body as the Vault’s AI measured every area of Max’s body (including package, which did not enthuse the ladies and gents), while also assessing the types of bodies Max would like. It took about ten minutes until the oculus shut itself.

He sighed, “So what now?”

“We pick out bodies we think you’d like,” Marwan smiled as he led his ‘master’ back out into the warehouse.

“Okay, so… here we have about ten specific bodies we think you–”

“H-him…” Max stammered, staring at a pod.

“Oh, this guy. Well, he’s of French origin, so you’ll be able to speak French very sexily in this vessel. I mean, you could speak anything sexily in–” Marwan said, interrupted by Max.

“What are the ways?” he asked.

The screen flashed five options:

Bodysuit

Avatar

Body swap

Permanent merge

“Which option would you like to take, Max?” Marwan asked, walking over to look into the pod.

“I choose…”

A year later…

Weird enough, he’s still a robot, and they’re both trying to find a way to make him human, but sometimes, it never mattered anymore. They love each other.

“Je suis Max,” he mumbled. He chuckled. He was indeed sexy, the very definition of pulchritude. The Vitruvian Vault gave him a new lease on life, and now, it was someone else’s turn. Luckily enough, he got to explore the whole vault to understand how it works, seeing all the bodies.

He dropped the envelope and walked away, smirking, knowing whoever picks it up will have a real adventure.

And that person is you. What do you plan to do with the Vault?

#male tf #vitruvian vault #nerd to male model #tf by technology #leos-tf-stories

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transforming-transformer · 1 year ago

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For those requesting to see my stories from my previous tumblr account as reference for commissions, I'll be posting them here now!

To start off, here's one of my favorite stories of mine, which I wrote for Thanksgiving three years ago...

The House on Oak Street

There’s been some rumors spreading about the old grey house at the end of Oak Street. Built in the Victorian style of architecture, it’s been left in ruins for, say, 50 years? The deed to the house was never given up by the family who used to live in there, though the house has been for sale for some time. Apparently, it couldn’t be sold to anyone after what had happened to their friends, relatives, even the robbers or strangers that ever set foot inside…

Finn was tired. He’s at his breaking point. University is stressful enough, but add jocks and frats into it made it even worse. He was just walking home from class with his friends Peter and Ned, the three of them happen sharing an apartment far from campus since they couldn’t afford to stay in the dorms.They all shared the same interests - their studies, D&D, and architecture, all of them studying in the field.

The trio of friends were trying to avoid the Pi Kappa Alpha house, which was on the route they frequently took, when they passed by Oak Street that fateful day. As they passed by the line of houses, Finn stopped at one - an abandoned Victorian.

“Guys, look!” Finn said, pointing towards the empty house, intrigued.

“Finneas, it’s just an abandoned house,” Peter responded painfully, looking down at his shiny black school shoes.

“Not just any abandoned house Peter, it’s the Creepy Vic of Oak Street,” Ned added as he adjusted his thick glasses.

The three eighteen-year-olds looked at each other. According to urban legend, this very house on Oak Street had a reputation of endless trespassers, all of whom never reappeared once they entered the front door, some say having been pulled into another dimension or being eaten alive by a monster.

“But those are just silly rumors, right? Does anyone actually believe that?” Finn asked as he took a step towards the porch.

“I do, Finneas. Do you want to disappear? And it’s just basic morals to never trespass someone else’s property,” Ned asked concerned.

Finneas nodded, and followed his friends, but something caught his eye, something he didn’t notice there before. A FOR SALE sign posted at the front of the yard. Finneas felt a connection with the house, but he couldn’t place a finger on it, so he quickly took a picture of the sign, making sure to get the realtor’s number, and sped towards Ned and Pete.

From the corner of the street, the trio could hear the speeding vroom of a sports car.

“Yo, ‘Lex, Chad! it’s the poor faggy nerd trio!” Leo jeered from the driver’s seat.

“Park the car, dude!” Alex said grinning, getting off and standing toe-to-toe with Finn.

“What do you want, Alex?” Ned replied angrily.

Chad pushed him to the ground. “No one talks to us like that that, lil’ pussy ass dweeb. Why’re you here, anyway? Didn’t wanna get your asses kicked?”

Peter helped Ned up and pulled Finn close to them.

“Leave us alone, don’t you guys have trainings to go to?” Peter retorted.

The jocks chuckled as they harrassed the three students, punching their faces and breaking Peter’s glasses.

“I’m bored, bro, let’s just go, they got nothing today,” Leo chuckled. The three frat jocks jumped into the Maserati and sped away, while the three nerds trudged home. They dropped their bags and headed for the kitchen, starving. Ned took out a box of corn flakes and poured milk into a bowl first.

“Milk first, Ned?” Peter asked, shocked.

“What? I’m hungry,” he replied frustrated.

“I know, but that’s just weird!”

As they argued over how to eat cereal, Finn opened his phone and stared at the picture of the sign. A weird feeling of need came over him and he felt like the house was calling to him, though obviously a house has no such power. He typed up the number of the realtor, and pressed call.

“Mike Philipps for Century 21, how may I help?”

“Uh– hi, I… I wanted to inquire about the house for sale on Oak Street?”

“1324 Oak Street, the old Victorian?” Mike asked.

“Y-yes… it says it’s for sale?”

“Well, yes… but the family hasn’t been cooperative with our previous interested buyers.”

“How come?”

“Some weird rumors spreading about it, nothing of substance, really. How would you like to arrange an appointment to see the place?”

“Sure, sir! H-how’s…” Finn fumbled as he checked his calendar and schedule. “How’s tomorrow, Mr. Philipps?”

“Perfect. I’ll inform Mr. Thomas of your interest in the place.”

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After a few weeks of negotiating, and talking it out with Ned and Pete, the three friends somehow managed to buy the place at a real low price. Mr. Thomas was an odd man, for sure, and seemed interested in the boys. As the boys headed out of the tour, Alex, Leo and Chad harrassed them again, and Mr. Thomas watched silently. He may not have wanted what happened to the people in this house, but these three kids needed it.

Ned’s dad and his brother Colin came over to help renovate the place. New walls needed to be installed, new windows, new pipes (which Pete took care of with his uncle’s plumbing company), new roofing, all being supervised by Finn, who among the three was the best architect. The three painted the house and about a few months later, they moved in.

“Can’t believe we got this place cheap,” Ned laughed as he carried his stash of comic books in.

“Mind you, this being the Creepy Old Vic, it’s not so creepy now!” Pete added, starting the fire.

“Yeah, guys. We have a place now,” Finn said.

Outside, the three douchebag jocks peered into the window. They’ve made some messes before, but this was gonna be the biggest prank they’ve pulled. Alex ran and switched off the house’s power. All the lights went out. The TV died. Silence and darkness, save the fire.

“Finn, what happened? I thought the electrical stuff was dealt with,” Peter shouted.

“They were-”

“Yo nerds! Need help?” shouted a voice, the sound of smug laughter coming from outside the front door.

“FUCK, it was them!” Ned whispered.

Finn cautiously unlocked and opened the door. Alex pushed him to the ground.

“’Sup, nerd?” Alex grinned, “We wanna play!”

Ned and Pete hid, but they were pulled by the back of their t-shirts, their skinny frames revealed.

“LET US GO!” Peter screamed, trying to break free from Chad.

“What have WE ever done to YOU?” Ned squirmed in Leo’s arms.

“Oh, nothing,” Alex snapped, “Just being nerds is enough.”

As the trio of athletes tied and gagged the three trapped friends, the front door banged shut and locked itself.

“The fuck?” Chad said, running over and trying to open the door.

“We can go through the back bro,” Leo replied. He walked through the kitchen and tried to open the door as well, but it was bolted.

“Bolted here as well?” he asked, as the curtains suddenly moved and closed. Pete spat out the cloth in his mouth.

“It’s the Creepy Old Vic. What did I tell you, Finn?!” he cried.

Finn’s eyes welled up, frightened. Ned was still moving about restlessly. As the three realized they could lose their lives, the fire died out, keeping them all in darkness. Suddenly, Chad felt a punch to the face as he fell to the floor, suddenly getting absorbed into the hardwood as if it were deep water. Leo heard Chad’s fall and ran towards the door, his phone’s torch on.

“Chad? Bro, where you…” his voice trailed off as he saw Chad’s hand sinking into the floor. Alex gasped in horror.

“Chad?”

“Alex–” Leo replied, but he was cut off. He felt the wall grab him, pulling him in, hands gagging his mouth as they dragged him in. The four college students could only stare as Chad’s eyes drowned in the blue concrete. Alex ran and pulled out a knife from the kitchen.

“I’m not afraid of this house!” he shouted as he walked towards the living room, only to find the nerds he tied up missing, the rope and gags strewn around the room.

Alex looked up and saw two green eyes. He was petrified.

“NO!” he screamed as the eyes formed a mouth and swallowed him whole, the three jocks never to be seen again.

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The next morning, Ned woke up lying on the floor, in front of the front door. His body ached.

Meanwhile, Peter was in the attic experiencing the same as Ned. Muscles everywhere.

“Woah,” he chuckled, pinching himself as if he was dreaming, but nothing. The muscle didn’t fade.

“I’m a handsome muscular guy?” he mumbled in his… super sexy voice. He stepped out of the tub and admired himself in the mirror. He looked so different, as if he was mixed with Leo. He certainly felt different, and was surprised when he looked down and saw his new, way heftier package.

He grinned.

The bathroom door opened, and two other handsome, well-built guys stood, hands on their hips.

“N-Ned? Peter?”

“Dude, what happened to us?” Pete flexed his arms, smirking and posing the handsome devil he was.

“I dunno, bro, Ned?” Finn replied, and realized he just said bro as if he always said it.

“I told ya it’s the house!” Ned’s voice boomed. “Didn’t you guys see when Chad and Leo were just… absorbed by the house?”

The lights turned back on. The three boys, well, men now, felt a sharp pain in their heads as knowledge of sports, fitness, working out and eating healthily, along with some knowledge of sex and a boost of confidence, filled into their minds, not completely altering who they were, but adapting them to their new physiques.

As they looked at each other, grinning with their new confidence, screams came from the basement. Pete ran down to check what was going on, when he saw a hooded figure surrounding three skinny boys, who were crying for help until the hood transformed into a blanket and covered the trio, the blanket absorbing them into the ground below.

Chad and Finn watched from behind Pete, as he closed the door.

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a few days later…

“What now?” Pete asked

“We’re still the same… somewhat. Inside, at least,” Ned responed as he made his pecs dance.

“And our families and classmates?” Pete added.

Ned had an idea. “We need to change names.”

“True,” Pete replied, smiling. “I’m… now Alex.”

“And I’m guessing Ned’s now Chad?” Finn asked, smirking.

Ned nodded.

“Cool, bro, then I’m Leo now,” Finn chuckled.

It felt weird, but it also felt right. Like this was their destiny. Finn’s connection to the house finally made sense, but he had another idea come into his mind too.

“Why don’t we… start our own frat?” Leo beamed.

“A frat?” the two studs looked surprised.

“I mean, why not? We’re hot now, and plus, the house helped us become this,” he smiled as he demonstrated with their bodies. “We could help others just like us.”

Alex nodded, “You’ve got a point, but what would we be called?”

Chad pondered for a moment, thinking through the Greek alphabet. “How about Delta Beta Alpha?”

“Delta Beta Alpha,” Leo repeated. “The change of betas, like who we were, into Alpha men, like who we are now?”

Chad smirked and nodded.

Leo and Alex grinned as well. The house was gonna make some more changes to others like them.

Mr Thomas would be pleased if he ever knew.

#male tf #haunted house tf #nerd to jock #archive #leos-tf-stories

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transforming-transformer · 1 year ago

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Update: It's now an Emergency

Hi y'all.

As much as I hoped to share better news, my situation's gone from worse to near-total disaster.

With no means to make any money until the start of the next semester in January, I'm getting desperate, and I've been starving myself most of the day in order to save money for an emergency.

I'm in deep shit, and with no visible way out, I'm pleading to you all: I really need your help now.

Whether it's commissions or tips through ko-fi, I could really use your support at this dark, difficult time. Especially with the holiday season coming up, this would mean so much to me if y'all can help keep me surviving.

Please help me out. I don't know what else to do or who to turn to.

— Drew the Transformer

Urgent Crisis + Reopening Commissions

I need help, y'all.

So, as I mentioned in a previous life update, my life's taken a downwards spiral and I need as much help as i can, hence why I am open to writing commissions. For more details on that, check out the post here.

Well, I've reached my student employment salary cap for the semester and have lost my student job as a result. With no other means to make a living, I'm reopening commissions.

Then again, I never closed commissions, but I'm really in deep financial need, so any commissions from you all will be greatly appreciated.

Till I'm out of this rut, I hope y'all can help me out.

-- Drew the Transformer

#not a story #emergency #pls help however you can

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transforming-transformer · 2 years ago

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Urgent Crisis + Reopening Commissions

I need help, y'all.

Well, I've reached my student employment salary cap for the semester and have lost my student job as a result. With no other means to make a living, I'm reopening commissions.

Then again, I never closed commissions, but I'm really in deep financial need, so any commissions from you all will be greatly appreciated.

Till I'm out of this rut, I hope y'all can help me out.

-- Drew the Transformer

#not a story #male tf

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transforming-transformer · 2 years ago

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Life Update + Commissions!

Hey y'all! So here's a life update because right now, it's fucking hell on earth:

I'm going through major financial instability in my life, and as a college student, it's really hitting hard. Parents are out of a job, and my college just implemented a salary earnings cap for student jobs, which honestly I think is stupid and cruel to low-income students like me. On top of that, where I live, students can't work part time jobs outside of university, which would make it even more (and already) extremely difficult for me to cover my living expenses, let alone tuition fees.

After talking to some of my friends in this community about what I could do to keep myself afloat (and try to keep paying for my studies), and after getting some advice on how to proceed, I have decided to open up writing commissions.

To start, here is how it's gonna work with me:

Firstly, send me a message. You could do it over here on Tumblr, that's fine, but I'd much prefer it if you could message me on Discord, since I'm more reachable there. This makes things a lot easier for us to talk through your ideas and delve deeper into them, really flesh them out, and figure things out before I start writing.

Do NOT send me commission requests through asks.

Second, make sure to properly read through my rules below. Pricing details are set out below (rule 4), so make sure to keep that in mind when you're sending a request and when we're in discussion.

The number of commissions I will take on at at time will depend on a number of factors:

balancing my writing with college assignments & priorities

my level of interest

my writing mood / mental health

I'll make sure to provide updates on when I'm open to them or not.

Okay, now that those are out of the way, here are the very important rules that need to be taken in consideration.

The Transforming Commission Rules:

1. I reserve the right to refuse writing commissions.

Beside the above-mentioned reasons for the number of commissions I'm willing to take; or regardless of the reason; or for no given reason, no means no. Flat out.

I may not like the idea. Maybe I'm busy with classes, life or other commissions. Or perhaps my mental health's taken a downwards spin and/or I'm just not in the mood to write at the moment.

Make no mistake, if you pester me and ask if I've reconsidered your idea, I will simply just block you, no questions asked. If you want to politely ask again if my classes/time/mood were the issue for my saying no, I'd be more than happy to talk things out.

Also, please keep in mind that besides writing stories and my college classes, I have a life too. If you message me about a commission and I don't respond immediately, I'm either just busy or asleep.

I'll make sure to reply to those that inquire, it might just take me a sec.

2. Be as creative as possible, but also use your common sense.

As a creative writing student, I'm gonna be hard on this: one-sentence commission requests that just say "Make me into a twink!" or "Turn me into a frat bro!" will more than likely get refused. That said, try to make your request a little more compelling for me.

Come up with a plot summary, throw some more tf's in there, maybe add a delicious plot twist that would subvert a part of your idea, . I can only write so many of one type of tf story - they're fun, but don't make me bored sick of writing any more of them.

Also, be conscientious and realistic about the length you want. I'm no literary god with unlimited time, and I definitely can't fit a heavily descriptive tf AND a good plot in just 1,000 words.

If you're feeling insane super generous, or more supportive to help me out, and want to commission longer pieces (more than 3,000 words), we can talk more about it when you make the request.

3. I have limits. Push them and our deal's off.

Some of these are without question:

Underage characters / tf's (you will immediately get blocked if you make such a request).

Feet

Violence / pain / rape / non-consensual acts

Homophobic tf's (refer to my repost of @idesofrevolution's post - they've explained it better than I ever could)

Chastity

Unrealistic sizes

Animal tf's

Celebrity tf's (more details below)

I'm primarily a male tf writer, so gender tf is fine, but a heavily female focused story is a nope from me.

Don't even think to ask, I simply will not write them.

As much as I used to include them in my previous stories (especially with TF College), I won't generally do celebrity tf's anymore (i.e. stuff like "Turn me into Henry Cavill!") There may be a lot of very sexy celebrities around, and as hot as it may be to become them, I've had my fair share of writing those stories to the point where I'm done with them. Writing up original characters are more my thing these days - I'm a creative writing major, after all.

There is, of course, some flexibility with this, so if you have an idea but aren't completely sure, you can always ask me. If the idea is compelling enough -- and the guy hot enough -- maybe I'll make an exception. That's much better than getting rejected.

4. Payment & Delivery.

See, as much as I'm struggling right now, I'm not inconsiderate either - I know I'm not the only writer going through shit. I also know people aren't gonna dish out money to completely cover my life and instantly get me out of this hellish rut.

That said, I charge $0.04/word (for my British friends, £0.03/word). That's $40 (£30) per 1,000 words, or $20 (£15) for 500 words.

Payment is via PayPal. In full, up front. I will not begin writing until I've been paid.

When it comes to format of delivery, I will send you a pdf of the final story, provided you give me an email to send the pdf to (unless you' message me on Discord, for which I can just send the pdf to you directly).

5. Use of Images & Posting on Public.

The final say on any images included in these commissions are up to you. You're completely welcome to bring your own images to for me to write around, but if you don't have any, I'm happy to try and find some I feel fit the particular story if you'd like me to.

Then again, I can't make any promises. If I can't find image(s) that fit, or you don't like the ones I provide, I won't climb every mountain or cross every stream to find something. These are writing commissions in the end, so keep that in mind.

I'll also give you the final word on posting these commissions here on Tumblr. If you specifically don't want me to post yours, please say so during the process. If you say nothing, I may end up posting some of them after they've been delivered.

If you're okay for me to post the commission, but would like to remain anonymous (as in not get tagged on the post), make sure to let me know that too. This is an easy one to forget, so I'll be reaching out to you on posting after I've delivered it.

- Drew the Transformer

P.S. Don't forget, you can also tip me over on ko-fi, if you can't or don't want to commission! Seriously, any support during this very difficult time is always welcome, but I'll also understand if you can't.

#not a story #tf commissions #life update

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transforming-transformer · 2 years ago

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Dane's Unexpected Vacation

Here's a little something I put together, as a commission for @tf-lover, who's been such an amazing friend of mine in the TF community, with a shoutout to his amazing work and his collaborations with @mrwavellswaps! Enjoy!

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It had been a particularly long week for Dane De Bruin.

It was nearly a year ago when his life changed forever, from being a skinny young teacher who was tired of his life and having to deal with annoying teenagers, to a bona fide magical hunk, and now having a boyfriend in the form of the marvelous Mr Wavell. That was a whirlwind, magic carpet ride of a journey all on its own, not only becoming such a stud but also discovering he probably had powers of his own. Dane worked and trained with Mr Wavell, in the real world and in their home in the pocket dimension, to figure out what magic he has deep within him, as he channeled Wavell’s powers to help others find true happiness and fulfill their hidden desires.

He knew that loads of guys had a kink for soft, squishy pecs like his, and as much as he could make money appear from the snap of his fingers, he also thought about the thousands of pounds he could earn just from showing off his man-tits. That said, he began venturing into social media, posting at least once a week on Instagram for thirsty fans who’d be willing to pay him anything to support him, and even send him cute drawings that would especially highlight his knockers. It got a kick out of him, and in a way, he was helping people feel satisfied and fulfilled, and he was feeling great about that.

On top of all that, most recently he had been helping out Mr Wavell collect testimonials on the Homo Bomb he had dropped on the town of Bellmare, dividing up their research across the town’s residents. It was quite fascinating to see how the magical bomb changed the townspeople, varying from the simple change of straight men turning gay, already gay men turning into their fantasies or crushes, to the rare anomalies of women becoming men. The beach town was definitely a notable case study for the books, and it was worth examining on how happy people could be with the help of sudden magic being dropped upon them, all thanks to his boyfriend.

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However, in the past few days, Dane started to notice that he was getting quite tired, and it threw off everything he had been doing. He felt less motivated to go to the gym, and without a nice enough pump to show off, he delayed posting anything new on Instagram. Even channeling Wavell’s magic for his own use has been more strenuous than normal, and with Wavell busy collecting his side of testimonies from Bellmare, they haven’t had much time to themselves: whether it was to have a bit of fun in the bedroom, to work on strengthening Dane’s magical abilities, or simply to have lunch together. It was similar to the draining feeling he experienced long before when he was a teacher, dealing with these pesky kids who didn’t listen to him, or dealing with an admin that ignored his needs for support in the classroom – except that he was drained from everything that he enjoyed doing as Dane.

As much as he hated to admit it, Dane knew he was being stretched thin, and that he was on the verge of majorly burning out. He was in desperate need of a break. One day, when he finally mustered up enough courage, he eventually sat down with his boyfriend.

“Wavell, babe, I need to talk to you,” Dane said, looking forlorn and exhausted.

Wavell walked over from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine in his hand, handing one to his lover. “What is it, Dane?” he asked as they both sat down.

Dane sighed. “It’s been so amazing spending time with and falling in love with you babe. I’ve loved every moment we’ve spent together, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. The magic, our relationship and getting to channel your magic, the sex…” Dane chuckled a bit. “Even this Homo Bomb has been crazy interesting to observe.”

Wavell smiled and wrapped his arm around Dane’s waist as he took a sip of his pinot. “And I love you so much, baby. I still can’t believe you’re my boyfriend after all this time. How long has it been? What, nearly ten months since I made you into Dane?”

“Yeah, just about.” Dane smiled, as he took a sip of his wine. “I love you too, babe. Like I said, everything we’ve done together has made me feel so much happier, and life feels so worthwhile with you…” Dane paused, hesitating for a moment, but enough for Wavell to notice.

“I can sense a ‘but’ coming in,” Wavell said, kissing Dane’s cheek. “Dane, don’t worry, you know you can always tell me anything.”

Dane sighed once more, as he slumped his shoulders and finished his glass of wine in one gulp. “I can’t exactly pinpoint why, but I’m just feeling really drained. I’ve noticed it in the little things. Not feeling enough hype to work out, I don’t feel as strong as I know I could be after all our training and after using your powers, and in general I just feel a bit tired.”

Wavell looked down, thinking about it for a moment. In his experience, he knew that magic was enough to keep one energetic and dynamic, but he’d also heard enough stories of other warlocks and possessors of magic to know that not getting enough rest and relaxation could completely destroy their magic and revert them back to what they used to be, or even worse, drain them out of existence. A few of his own friends had disappeared in the past. He pulled Dane close, kissed him softly, and let him rest his head on his lap,

“You definitely need some R&R, Dane,” Wavell replied, smiling sweetly as he caressed Dane’s hair. “Your powers are still relatively new, and I don’t want to see you completely drained out when you’re still growing them to their full potential.”

Dane felt tears well up in his eyes, and after a deep breath, he felt them stream down his cheeks. “I know, babe. I just… I didn’t wanna let you down.” Dane sniffled, while Wavell rubbed his V-tapered back, comforting him.

“You’ll never let me down, babe. Never. But you shouldn’t ever be ashamed to tell me you’re tired, or to ask for a break when you need one.” Wavell wiped the tears from Dane’s cheeks, as he ran his hand down Dane’s arm to calm him.

Wavell smirked as he lifted Dane’s head off his lap and embraced him. “You deserve this break. And luckily, I know just the guy to help you out.”

Dane raised an eyebrow. “Who is this guy?”

Wavell chuckled. “His name’s Drew, and he runs this new resort where magicians like us can go to relax. It’s a new venture he’s exploring, an idea that came to him when he was taking a break of his own after running Transformation College years ago.”

Dane’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘The guy who created Transformation College is back?’, he thought. “I thought he’d disappeared long ago. He’s around again?”

Wavell nodded. “Yep, he’s back, and he’s hoping, since he’s running a resort, he can take it a bit easier than last time. The college really burnt him out,” he chuckled, “but I think Drew’s Transformational Resort could benefit you. Plus, knowing him well, he’ll cover all your expenses.”

Dane smiled, and kissed his lover with a renewed passion. “I fucking love you Wavell.”

“And I love you more, Dane. You deserve a break, and don’t worry about the Homo Bomb testimonies, I can cover that. For now, all you need to do is relax, yeah?” Wavell smiled brightly. The couple got up and headed towards the front door. Holding hands, they stepped out of the house and towards a little tropical hut with a bamboo door on the eastern end of Wavell’s pocket dimension. “Here we are. Just straight through that door and you’ll be at the resort.”

As he held the doorknob, Dane looked into Wavell’s eyes one last time and held his hand. “I’m gonna miss you. I wish you could come with me,” his voice quivered as he said that to his lover.

“I’m gonna miss you too, babe. But I know if I’m gonna be there, you might not be able to recuperate fully, considering we still don’t know what your magical powers are, if you have any. Plus, I don’t know if we’d even be able to relax at all with how much sex we’d have,” Wavell chuckled. He squeezed Dane’s hand once more, kissing him softly, before Dane opened the door and entered through.

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Once he was fully through, he was quickly blinded by a bright white light. Dane closed his eyes tightly, then when he opened them again, he found himself on the shore of a pristine white beach, on a secluded island completely surrounded by miles and miles of ocean. He could feel the water wade between toes, and the sand stick to his soles, as he looked around, the door to Wavell’s dimension nowhere to be seen. He then noticed that he was shirtless and just wearing a pair of beach shorts, which surprised him. “Woah, this is trippy,” he muttered to himself as he walked off the beach onto the grass further in, seeing a collection of small beachside villas, two larger buildings, and what appeared to be a lobby, where a young, shirtless and handsome stud stood behind a desk, holding a small flower in hand.

Dane walked over to the desk, but before he could speak, the young hunk turned and smiled. “Dane De Bruin?” he asked.

Dane stepped back. “H-how did you know?”

The handsome stud, who looked around college age, smirked. “Wavell told me everything before you arrived.” Dane chuckled, Wavell was always one step ahead of him. “I’m Drew, by the way,” the himbo-looking stud said, reaching out his hand for Dane to shake.

Dane reciprocated the handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, Drew. Did Wavell already tell you why I’m here?” he replied. Drew simply nodded, and quickly turned around to grab a passion fruit tequila welcome cocktail for Dane, handing it to him.

“We offer a lot of services, but our main purpose here at Drew’s Transformational Resort is magical rejuvenation, helping magicians such as yourself regain control over your powers, and come back feeling relaxed and reborn,” Drew smirked naughtily as he spoke. Luckily, Dane didn’t notice. Drew led Dane down a small, rustic path through the resort, passing by the restaurant and then the spa, all of it looked amazing and luxurious. They stopped at a villa, and Drew opened the door. It was a simple space, but a beautiful one too: a king-sized bed with an extremely soft coconut mattress that felt like sleeping on a cloud; an outdoor shower surrounded by a wall filled with orchid vines; a door that led to the back porch, which had its own swimming pool and jacuzzi; and further out, Dane’s own little cove, which was surrounded by coconut palms and hibiscus trees. It was all spectacularly beautiful.

“Wow,” Dane said, blown away by it all.

“I really worked hard on curating unique experiences for all my guests,” Drew replied, smiling as Dane walked around his villa and took it all in. “And first on the agenda for your Ultimate Relaxation and Rejuvenation package is a whole spa day.”

Dane turned and beamed at Drew. “Lead the way then Drew. I’m so excited for this.”

Drew smiled back and handed Dane his key card for the villa, before he led the way back up the path to the spa. As he looked around, Dane noticed a staff member at the hotel that looked like Drew. Then another one that drove a buggy. And then another at the front desk of the spa. The Drew working at the spa chuckled. “Yep, this whole resort is run by me.”

Dane laughed, impressed. “That’s amazing. So you could basically clone yourself?”

Spa-Drew nodded as he took things from Reception-Drew, leading Dane into a massage room. Dane quickly stripped out of his beach shorts and hopped onto the massage bed, while Spa-Drew placed a pair of AirPods into his ears, which began to play calming jazz music, canceling out all the noise and letting Dane doze off to sleep as Spa-Drew got to work. Once he knew that Dane was completely asleep, thanks to the binaural beats he added to keep Dane asleep in a deep trance, Drew took out a magical kit of essential oils, ointments, scrubs and tools. He smirked, and opened the bottle of plumeria essential oil.

Rubbing some between his hands, Drew began massaging Dane, kneading his back muscles and defining them even more till they were shredded. Reaching his shoulders, Drew built up Dane’s traps, and broadened his shoulders just a bit, his hands defining Dane’s delts, then worked his way down his arms and sculpting them like clay, defining them even further till they looked more youthful and strong. As Drew rubbed the oil all over Dane through the massage, a golden sun-kissed tan began to seep across Dane’s body, washing out his pale white skin until it looked like he spent a lot of time at the beach, and all his body hair receded, leaving him smooth and supple like a baby.

Drew smirked as he peeled off the towel that covered Dane’s ass. Lathering his cheeks up with more oil, he massaged them and rounded them up till they were bubbly yet firm with muscle. Finishing up the backside, Drew knuckled down on Dane’s thighs, shaping them till they were like well-defined tree trunks, and softly pressed on his calves till they gained a more aesthetic diamond shape. Upon reaching his feet, Drew squeezed every part –stretching Dane’s toes, knuckling his soles and pressing his ankles, till Dane’s feet shrunk by just a bit to accommodate his now slightly shorter stature.

Drew took a good look at Dane’s backside before turning him over, lifting Dane up with ease as if he were a paper doll. Once Dane was fully turned around, Drew chuckled as he continued pouring more oil all over Dane’s body. Fondling Dane’s pecs, Drew squeezed the soft, supple man-tits till the hairs receded and the pecs were more sculpted and firm with muscle, then worked down on his abs and sculpted each one till the ridges were sharply defined and looked like a washboard. Since the legs were technically done, Drew simply ran his oiled-up hands over the quads and shins, which caused any remaining leg hairs to completely disappear, then lifted up Dane’s arms to pour a strong, musky oil into it, rubbing it into his pits until the rest of his body began emanating the same intense smell.

Dane’s body was completely transformed, from looking like a big muscular Daddy to a young bodybuilder physique, but Drew wasn’t quite done yet. He smirked as he lifted the still-sleeping Dane across the room to a parlor chair, then grabbing the rest of his tools. First things first, Drew applied some shaving cream onto Dane’s face, massaging it deep into his jaw, then pulled out a razor and began shaving off all of Dane’s stubble and precious mustache. No stubble or facial hair was left behind, as Drew left Dane’s face squeaky clean like a baby. Grabbing the aftershave, he mixed it with some of the plumeria oil and massaged it into Dane’s face. It began to reshape, as his skin began to pull tighter as it regained its youth, pulling Dane back a few years in appearance till it looked like he was in his mid-20s, but the aftershave prevented him from growing any facial hair again.

As he kept up his work, Drew massaged the upper part of Dane’s face, the golden tan creeping up and washing his face, as Drew reshaped Dane’s eyes to have a more almond-like, distinctly Asian shape, while plucking out his eyebrows to define them further and make them look less bushy. Carefully, Drew opened Dane’s eyes and popped in a pair of dark brown, permanent contacts, and pierced Dane’s ears with simple silver diamond studs, making him look even more youthful. Finally, Drew pulled out a pair of scissors, a shaver and a comb, and cut off Dane’s luscious locks till his hair was shorter, with tapered fades on the sides, like a jock’s type of haircut, then topped it off by rubbing some coconut oil into hi hair until Dane’s rich brown waves turned jet black and straight. Dane was too deep in slumber to notice anything amiss, or even feel what was going on, he just felt very relaxed.

Once it was all finished, within just an hour of Dane’s arrival at the resort, Spa-Drew handed Dane over to one of the other Drews, who took him back to his villa, and dressed him up in a tank top, gym shorts and sneakers, and pulled out the AirPods. The magic of the massage and the oils Drew used had definitely rejuvenated him, and had helped rebuild the strength of his magical powers, but gave him a completely new appearance.

It was around sunset when Dane finally woke up, feeling plenty rested after having slept for most of the day. He smiled. “Fuck me, that –” Dane shut his mouth. His voice. It sounded different. Younger, for sure, but it wasn’t the deep, gravelly voice he knew to be his own. He looked down and saw a fitter, more shredded body than his, and his eyes widened. He rushed over to the mirror, and finally saw what had happened – he looked nothing like how he came in – he now had the appearance of a young Asian jock.

“Do you like the new look?” Drew said, leaning against the doorframe leading to the cove. “Enjoy your vacation, Dane. Just relax, get away from it all, and enjoy the new body – it’s yours until you get bored of it!” Drew chuckled as he ran off, leaving Dane stunned.

How will he explain this to Wavell when he goes back?

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I hope you all enjoyed this story!

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