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octuscle · 2 months

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Hey there! I'm having a debate with my roommate and wondering if you can help settle it. He says that if you gave someone the body of a jock, without any mental changes, they'll eventually start acting like a jock anyway. I don't think that's true. Just because you have muscles and look like a jock doesn't mean you'll start acting like one, right? We were thinking of trying to set up an experiment for our honor's thesis and wanted your input, thanks!

Are you really sure you want to go through with it? We are happy to do it. I'll create a preset for you that only changes your body. But really. 1.90 m tall. 140 kg of pure muscle mass. But everything else stays the same. To be honest, you don't look like you're ready for it. But it's up to you. I can only recommend that you are in a safe and, above all, unobserved place when you activate the preset.

You take a deep breath. You stand naked in the middle of your room. Next to you, you have laid out a pair of tracksuit bottoms, a tank top, a jockstrap, a pair of socks and a pair of sneakers. You can only hope that the clothes will fit your new self. 3. 2. 1. enter!

Wow! Holy shit! Now that was quick and without a transition. You look down at the floor from a slightly greater height. And when you look down, all you see are pecs. Fucking huge pecs. You need a mirror. Phew! Very slowly! The new body works a little differently than the old one… Your center of gravity is much higher up. You stand in front of the mirror. This no longer has anything to do with you. It's more Greek demigod than human. Your cock is getting hard. A huge cock that fits this huge body. You never wank. Especially not in the middle of your room. But now you have to. Not for long. And a huge load lands on the mirror and the floor. Yes, I've changed a few details apart from the height and muscle mass. You've already noticed one thing. You'll notice the others too.

You're convinced that the new body won't change anything. So you act as you always have. First of all, you clean up the mess. You are manically clean and tidy. Then you put on your clothes. The shoes are a bit tight, but otherwise everything fits pretty well. So off you go to the library. After all, your honors thesis isn't going to write itself.

Iris and Rita at the information desk didn't recognize you when you greeted them. They looked at you as if you were an alien when you wished them a good morning. You sat down at your regular place in the library. You like routines. You started working on your thesis outline when Vincent came over. Vincent always sits three tables behind you. Nice guy, similarly obsessive as you. He clears his throat and says that you can't sit here, the seat is taken. Actually, you should have said something along the lines of "Vincent, don't you recognize me, it's me!". But somehow you can't help it. You have to try it out. You cross your muscular arms behind your head, look deep into his eyes and just ask who cares. Vincent retreats like a beaten dog. Three minutes later, you have a WhatsApp message: "There's some stupid musclehead sitting in your seat!" You reply that it's okay, you're not on campus for a few days for empirical studies anyway.

But you're not as productive as usual. Your new body is keeping you busier than you thought. It feels so good to tense your muscles. Your hard cock is constantly leaking precum and is always half stiff. Shit, after an hour you have to jerk off. Fuck, you make quite a mess in the toilet. You try to clean everything up with toilet paper. When you come out of the stall, a student is standing at the urinal, looking at you and wanking. Get out of here quickly, you think to yourself.

The incident is definitely worth recording. After all, you've never experienced this before. But it was hot. As you type out your thoughts, your stomach begins to growl. So loud that Vicent hisses "Pssst". It's actually too early for lunch. But the canteen is about to open. So you're one of the first in the queue. You can hardly wait. And you heap heaps of food onto your tray. You're so hungry.

The weather is good, you sit down at a table in the sun and, ignoring all the table manners, you wolf down your food. Suddenly you hear a voice shouting "Hey, guys, there are empty seats here with the big boy!" You look up. A couple of idiots from the football team are standing at your table. "Dude, okay if we join you?" asks one of the guys, who seems to be some kind of leader. "Sure thing," you say with your mouth full, spitting a bit of your chicken across the table. "Cool," he replies, giving you a fist bump, which you return somewhat hesitantly and also a little awkwardly. And before you know it, you're sitting in a cloud of sweat, testosterone and stupid comments.

You start talking to the boys more for scientific reasons. They ask if you're Fresman because they've never seen you before. You say that you're actually studying somewhere else, but you're here to work on your Honor's thesis. The leader spits his Coke across the table. "Fuck, dude! You already have a degree? In what? Lifting iron?" Everyone laughs. Very loudly. You too. It's actually really funny with the boys…

The boys go to the gym after lunch. I wonder if you're coming too. You don't even think about it. You just say that you haven't got anything to change into. Everyone laughs and asks if anyone is interested. So you go along. It's a field study, you think to yourself. You're observing everything very closely. You don't want to attract negative attention. The processes seem very simple. You copy what you see the boys doing. You even enjoy it. You work up a sweat. You forget the time. The others are gone at some point. You're still here. You look in the mirror. Your long, sweaty hair falls across your forehead. Your friends all have much shorter hair. It's also more practical when working out. You look at your watch. Shit!!!!! You have to get your stuff from the library before it closes. Trevor, sitting at the information desk, doesn't recognize you either. It's already very empty when you pack up your things. Vincent is still there, mumbling something about how antisocial it is to occupy a space you're not using. You don't know why you're doing this now. But you go to him very slowly. You press his face into your armpit. And say that you had more important things to do. Shit, Vincent is seriously licking the sweat out of your armpit hair now? Pathetic little fucker, your new friends would say now. You're far too surprised. By you. By him. Slightly disturbed, you go home. You throw yourself on your bed and think about your first day as a jock. You fall asleep.

You are actually a person who is always well prepared. But you are amazed at how little you have prepared for this experiment. You have a combination to wear. It's still sweaty after yesterday's workout. But you don't have anything else. So this morning you're not going to the library, but to the paint shop. Shopping. A pair of sweatshorts, a few tank tops, socks and jockstraps, sneakers. A bit of compression gear for training. You pass a barbershop. There are a couple of guys inside who are obviously no strangers to the gym either. Fuck it, you think. Down with the long hair!

You haven't been in the library this late in a long time. Vincent has blocked your seat for you. With a few protein bars. Cute! He winks at you when you come in. You raise your arm and smell your armpit. Shit, you haven't showered! Fuck… Well, maybe the little prick will like that even more…

By lunchtime with the boys, you at least want to have logged yesterday and this morning. And you're looking for some literature on the connection between mind and body. Most of it is ancient. Nothing has been published on the subject for a long time. And if there is, it's more about the effect of the state of mind on the body. Less often on the effect of the body on the state of mind. That's obvious, because normally a genius like you doesn't acquire a body overnight…

The lunch break with the boys was cool. The guys are just very chilled, you like that. No highbrow topics. Just sport, fucking and partying. Unfortunately, a lot of football too. You have no idea about that. After lunch, the boys want to throw some balls on the lawn. You have to go to a colloquium later. And Luke said that you should finally replace those nerdy glasses with contact lenses. The visit to the optician was a good excuse not to embarrass yourself at football.

A whole day without going to the gym sucks! That's why you got up early today. You didn't do your thesis assignments yesterday, nor did you get your muscles burning. That has to change. Shit, you're still struggling with your contact lenses. But it looks a thousand times better. You're screaming alpha with every trained muscle fiber. And that's great! You almost feel at home in the gym. And nobody questions your position. In the library, Vincent provides you with everything you need. He fetches books for you and takes them away again. He has also already offered to help you with your work. What a loser! You don't need to order anything in the canteen after just two days. Your extra large portion of extra protein-rich food is prepared especially for you. Twice. You come once when the canteen opens. And once just before it closes. Your body is a machine. And this machine needs fuel. Lots of fuel.

You sit in the library and document the developments of the last few days. It really is only a few days. Reading through the last few lines almost makes you nauseous. Has your body replaced your mind so quickly? You need to get a grip on yourself. You did your Master's with distinction. You're working on your honor's thesis. You have a chance of getting a professorship at your old college. And you suddenly prefer to spend more time in the gym or with the airheads on the football team? You make a plan. Two hours of gym in the morning, two hours break with the bros at lunchtime, two hours of gym in the evening. And in between, focus on your thesis and your studies. It shouldn't be that difficult. You're an intelligent and disciplined man. So let's get going!

You have made every effort. And you actually come to the conclusion in your thesis that the body of a jock does not automatically lead to the mind of a stupid, arrogant and superficial jock. You have fun with both. Training in the gym and hanging out with the bros. And working scientifically and researching the human psyche. But in a lecture you realize that it's not you who changes, it's your environment that changes you. Since you got this body three weeks ago, no one has spoken to you about your studies. Vincent, who you thought was intellectual through and through, just wants you to let him lick your armpits in the evening. Your bros didn't even ask you what you were studying. And then the day comes when you attend your doctoral supervisor's lecture. Since your transformation, you've only spoken or written on the phone. You sit in the front row. You appreciate your doctoral supervisor for his liberal political views, his rhetorical skills and his incredible knowledge. At the end of his lecture, he looks at you. And asks if the young man, who unfortunately was unable to dress appropriately, understood a word of what he had just said. He assumes you were mistaken in the lecture hall. But if you invest your energy in your biceps and not your brain, that's to be expected.

First you think about whether you are saying anything particularly intelligent. To express your indignation at his insolence. To justify yourself. But then you think about what has been really fun in the last few weeks. And who you really had fun with. And you answer "Nah, professor dude! Dat wuz alot of words n stff u sed. I dnt thnk I need all dat for my degree as a personal trainer. wdut, bro?" You make your pecs dance. The lecture hall laughs. You stand up. Fuck the honor's thesis!

You started studying sports economics again. You also work as a trainer in a fitness studio. And you have a pretty successful YouTube fitness channel. You recently received a call from your old doctoral supervisor. He read through the draft of your honor's thesis again. It was all very promising. Why did you drop out? You say that you obviously have to choose between brains and brawn at some point. And you're grateful to him for helping you decide. And with that you hang up.

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #inked man #ai image #tank top

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malestransforming · 1 month

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Chronivac Twins

The moment I saw this AI image, I knew I had to write something. Probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

Special thanks to @octuscle for the image inspiration. Here is a link to their original story.

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Empty beer cans filled the table in front of the two men. The room was silent, the TV showing the console home screen, and darkness was creeping in from the night. The night was winding down, and the two friends were enjoying peaceful moment before the night truly wrapped up.

Mason breathed a heavy sigh, comfortable in his current state. He was clearly drunk, but happily drunk. He fished around in his pockets, feeling for the recent purchase he had received that day: a brand new Chronivac tablet. He pulled it out of his pocket, powering it on for the first time, watching the screen suddenly brighten, flashing the Chronivac logo.

“Check it out!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, surprising even himself with his boldness. “I got this new Chronivac in the mail.”

Beside him sat Chris, Mason’s best friend since grade school. Chris was drunker than Mason was, with his eyes closed and his body still, but he too was in happy state of intoxication.

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Chris slurred from the other end of the coach. The back of Mason’s head was resting on the top of the sofa, leaned back in an almost unnatural position. A massive drunken grin was plastered on his face, highlighting the comfortable state he was currently in.

Mason held up the sleek tablet to an oblivious Chris. A loading screen flashed again as the system booted up.

“Yeah, it’s a tool that lets me change a part of my body. Actually it will change a part of both of us. They had a deal on the twins package.”

“Cool…” Chris breathed.

“Yeah. I know you have been feeling down lately, so I thought it would be nice to spice things up for you. Plus, you know you’re my bro. We’ve been buds since we were five years old. I figured it was time we made it official.”

Mason began tapping at the screen, swiping at different sliders and dials. There were dozens of different settings with labels like “Hair”, “Muscle Levels”, “Race/Nationality”… Mason balked at the overwhelming choices and options, but forced himself to stay focussed; this was a change he had wanted for a while.

“So I was thinking of doing some kind of mixed race. Hmm. Japanese and Mexican? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I bet that would look hot. With jacked muscles, like body builders. And since we’re gonna be twins, you’ll get it too. Sound good to you Chris?”

Chris only smiled and laughed to himself, the way drunk people often do. It was clear he was not fully present in the moment. Mason took Chris’ drunken laughter as a sign of agreement and continued with the settings page. He slid up the muscle slider to the max, added jock personalities and details such as personal trainer and fitness influencer. He double checked the ‘Race’ tab, making sure that Japanese and Mexican were both checked off. Pleased with his work, he continued on to the last section, “Target Selection” and “Transform”. He allowed the device a few moments to calibrate before confirming the two bodies in the room. He double checked that the “Twins” button was selected and hovered over the Transform button.

“All right bro. This is it. See you on the other side!”

And with that he tapped the button. The screen went blank for a moment, creating a quick sense of panic in Mason’s heart, but reappeared with a white, animated progress bar.

Mason looked down at his hands and arms. “I don’t feel any different,” he said.

He checked the screen again. The progress bar had moved up by one pixel and showed a time remaining of 1440 minutes.

“Oh shoot! I set the transformation duration to be 24 hours. Well that’s okay. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll definitely see some changes! Next time you see me Chris I’ll be be a huge muscled-out bro. And a completely different race. And so will you! We’ll be twins. Pedro and Miguel. We’re gonna be so fucking hot.”

A gentle and rhythmic breathing came from the other end of the couch. Mason turned his head and grinned at Chris who had passed out on the couch.

“See you in the morning, Miguel,” he whispered.

Bright sunlight was pouring into the apartment. The morning was late, but the day was still young. Chris stirred on the sofa; he was now lying horizontally on the couch, shirtless and in his underwear. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight, rubbing his eyelids with a balled up fist, and stretching against the soft cushions of the sofa. His broad feet pushed against the far armrest, and his arms stretched off behind him. He sat up, and noticed his first change.

Looking down at his chest, Chris saw his pectoral muscles had ballooned out in front of him to a God-like proportion. He cupped his chest, making note of how his nipple had slipped down below his eye line, and squeezed the new muscle.

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed. “Why do I have tits?”

Mason launched himself off the sofa and dove into the bathroom. The flickering fluorescent light clicked on, revealing the extent of Mason’s initial changes. Below his chest were the unmistakeable beginnings of 6-pack abs. Mason ran his fingers over top of his stomach, remembering the slight beer gut that had been there the night before.

He leaned in closer to the mirror and begin poking and prodding his face. His nose seemed wider and his eyes were narrower. His lips were plumping as well, into two thick pillows. He ran his meatier fingers through his darkening hair; it seemed thicker, curlier and shorter than it had before. He pulled a strand and watched it bounce back into place on his scalp.

The sound of a door slamming brought Chris out of his trance. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

“Bro!” Mason called from the entry-way. “Are you up?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is happening to me?” Chris replied in anguish.

Mason came around the corner and Chris immediately became aware that the changes he was going through were also happening to Mason. Mason appeared to be several inches shorter, and Chris noticed that he was roughly eye-level to himself now. His chest and abs were similarly large and muscled as Chris’ were, except Mason’s shoulders and arms were much wider. Veins pulsed across Mason’ skin and over his bulging biceps. His nose and eye shape seemed strangely familiar, as did the plumpness of his lips. Mason noticed that Chris’ hair was shorter on top with a shaved, faded appearance on the side.

“Mason, what the fuck is happening? I pass out drunk and wake up all top heavy like this! And then you waltz in looking like that! What the fuck?”

“Chill out bro,” Pedro said. “And my name isn’t Mason anymore. It’s Pedro. And your name isn’t Chris, it’s Miguel. You’re turning out to be such a hot twin.”

Chris/Miguel was unable to get anymore words out as sharp pains coursed through his arms and legs. He hunched over, wrapping his growing limbs around his torso. In front of his eyes he saw the muscles in his arms and legs double, triple and quadruple in size, into massive slabs of muscle. His trap muscles ached and burned as the fibres inside re-stitched themselves, growing to match the mass of his arms and chest. Across the room Pedro grinned in anticipation, as his adonis belt thinned out, becoming lean and chiselled, into his tight pelvis and butt.

“Miguel, we’re going to be so hot!” Pedro’s voice was deeper and more coastal sounding. His jock-instincts were bubbling in his brain, overwriting whatever personality he had before.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Miguel. I mean Chris.” Chris stammered. “How did you even do this?”

“Bro, it was the Chronivac. I told you last night. Just embrace it. I paid good money for this twins package.”

“I need to call them. There has to be a way to reverse this.”

With a wide stride, Chris/Miguel walked over to where his phone was, but doubled over as a burning pain seared through his stomach. He squeezed with his hands, feeling the muscles underneath swell and grow under his touch. Before his eyes his abs went from flat and empty to being completely ripped. His waist got tighter as his adonis belt and hip muscles also tensed and flexed, just like Pedro’s had.

“Bro, I have a six pack!” Chris exclaimed, his voice cracking as it matched the timbre of Pedro’s.

“They match mine, bro!” Pedro said.

Chris shook his head. If he could just call the company and explain what the problem was, then he figured he could stop the changes. He found his phone and brought it to his face, waiting for Face ID to unlock. The phone vibrated in his dark and meaty hand, refusing to unlock. In the black mirror of his phone, he saw a completely different face than the one he was used to. His nose was wider, and his jaw was leaner. His eyes had narrowed into Asian-like features and his hair was shorter and darker than before. His face was looking identical to Pedro’s, right down to the plump lips.

In a panic, Chris typed in his passcode and Googled the number for Chronivac. The phone began ringing.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Hello, is this support? My name is Miguel, I mean Chris. My name is Chris. I don’t own your product, but my brother Pedro — I mean my best friend Mason does. He used the Chronivac on me last night and I woke up with big muscles and my face is looking Japanese and Mexican? And the same thing is happening to him! He says we’re becoming twins. This has to be against your Terms of Service! I didn’t agree to this.”

A dark skin spot formed on the back of Chris’ hand, spreading across his skin and up his bulging arms. His skin was darkening, to match his new ethnicity.

“It sounds to me like it might be too late to intervene. Our records show Pedro and Miguel Watanabe.”

“That’s right,” Miguel interjected. He was Miguel, not Chris.

“Yeah,” the agent continued. “So your brother got the Twins Package, and since you are legally twins now, there’s nothing that can be done to change back the transformation. But it’s going to be great being a pair of super hot Latino-Asian influencers, right?”

“Yeah,” Miguel replied absent-mindedly, and in a voice that was deepening. “Thanks anyway. Peace.”

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. Pedro wandered over and wrapped his hand around his twin brother’s shoulder.

“It’s at ninety-nine percent,” Pedro said, indicating the transformation process on the Chronivac.

Miguel felt another spasm in his thighs and legs and saw his skin was now completely browned and tanned now. His legs were thick and bulging, and so was the rest of his body. A wave of emotions came feelings rolled over his brain, and Miguel stood silently in place as his brain and personality adjusted to match his new physique. Pedro stood still for a moment too, as the twenty-two year old twins realized they could speak English, apanese and Spanish and had a long history of lifting weights and posting work-out videos on TikTok. The transformation progress bar clicked up one last pixel to one-hundred percent, snapping the twins out of their daze.

“Bro,” Pedro said. “You wanna get a workout in?”

“You know it!” Miguel said, high-fiving his twin brother with a grin.

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maletfwitch · 3 months

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“Damn, I didn’t think this app would actually work” Micheal had just downloaded an app called “Chronivac” and began stealing muscles and size from some jocks.

Now his body was magnificent in every area while the jocks were turned into tiny dicked wimps.

#maletfwitch #muscle theft #quick caption #chronivac

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tfmybody · 5 months

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What We're Thankful For Pt.3

Pt.2 Here

Ben picked up the Chronivac, looked at Adam, and then began to type. I watched as he focused his new face on what he was typing, the new muscles in his arms rippled every time he moved his fingers. Within moments he was done, pointed the Chronivac at Adam. "I'm thankful that even though I'm in my 30s in New York, I have a college age bro in Denver who takes me to all the hottest bars when I come visit. I'm thankful he's a tiktok star always flaunting his jock body on the internet when he's not hiking, working out, or flirting with chicks."

As Ben spoke Adam's body changed. He's current 30-something year old body began to look more youthful. The wrinkles he had developed began to fade away to be replaced by a smooth white skin stretched tight over his expanding muscles. He grew taller too, not just expanding outwards as his muscles pumped up. His head began to shift as his jaw became sharper with light stubble growing out. His face was perfectly framed by his flowing brown hair. Within seconds standing shirtless infront of use in gray sweatpants was the new Adam.

Just as Ben and Charlie had done before he ran off to the bathroom to check his new body out. We soon got a series of pictures in our group chat of him trying on new outfits that suited his younger jock body better.

I could feel myself getting hard as I looked at the pictures and saw Adam settling into his new personality. I could tell Ben and Charlie were also finding it hot. It was funny that Charlie had decided to make Adam a hot straight guy, preventing Charlie from being able to enjoy that body. But maybe the new Charlie found that hot.

Adam came back out soon after and picked up the Chronivac. "You're turn he said" with a mischievous smile as he turned to me.

#tfmybody #shapeshift #tf #chronivac #WhatWe'reThankfulFor

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fredwkong · 10 months

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Bro, this support job at Chronivac Inc. is really exhausting. I could really use some time off. Something last minute to the Mediterranean would be cool. Mallorca, Antalya, Croatia... I don't care where. Cool would be if it was something with an outdoor gym on the beach....

We can’t have our Chronivac whisperer getting burned out! We’d lose an absolutely essential service if you didn’t get a vacation once in a while. Let’s see here…

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your Mediterranean beach getaway is about to begin!

You wake up to the sea breeze on your skin and a tingle in your fingers. You NEED a smoke. You sit up in your beach chair and fumble beside you for your cigars and lighter. Somehow you forgot your lunch hour smoke, and now you’re all jittery. You need at least four a day to keep steady.

You relax as soon as you take the first puff. The taste fills your mouth and the smoke sinks into your mind. You’re a Croatian god, the king of this beach. Your sick muscles and hairy legs make locals and tourists alike kneel before you to slobber on your thick Balkan dick. Not to mention the cloud of cigar smoke that always hangs around you, drawing attention to your virility and manliness.

You blow a smoke ring at a bro walking by, and he wrinkles his nose at you. Asshole. He should be worshipping you for even looking at him. Your phone buzzes with a notification. Chronivac? The hell? Some kind of fantasy roleplay shit. You type “White boys can’t resist Balkan pheromones. It’s totally normal for a Balkan alpha to have his cock out with some white boys fighting over it.”

The world blurs, and the bro’s between your legs, reverently pulling down your board shorts to sniff the potent pheromones seeping from your dick and balls. That's just the way things are.

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Drop me an ask!

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thegreatstoryteller · 1 year

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The Improvised Chronivac: FRAT-ifier

@dumbmusclehypnojockboy Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy your story!

Sometimes moments from the past last long after they’ve passed. For Fredrick Cleston that certainly was the case. It’s been almost a decade since he’d been laughed out of that blasted college for his outrageous scientific genius. They could not even humor his vast intellect with a degree. No. Instead he was found unsuitable for any place of higher education whether it be to conduct his dangerous experiments OR to push the boundaries of physicality and ethics! But no longer would that sorry spot on the collegiate map be considered a place of intellect. Once his machine was completed no one will know this small town for anything other than the idiocy that it has always held. Once his machine was completed, reality itself would be at his disposal! Sure, there had been other geniuses who found ways to bend reality and bend minds, but none like this!

No one at Telegre University realized that today was their last day of higher education. The world-renowned university was prided on its academic achievement, claiming responsibility for countless graduates and their subsequent success. Few could argue that this temple of education produced geniuses as fast as application rates! If you weren’t joining the medical track to become a doctor, you were in engineering to pursue grand designs! Perhaps you were a philosopher with the next greatest life methodology. Or maybe a civic genius ready to bring their ideas to law! No corner of this school lacked genius…. Until the day there was a large explosion a few blocks away from campus.

The nearly invisible pulse that surrounded the square footage of the school went unnoticed by nearly everyone! That is until that strange scientist started walking about. Many on social media called out a creeper making his way through campus!

He started with the bio medical section of school. Many of these young minds were eager to cure the ailments of the day. However, as these students studied in class many looked out the window… as if drawn to this strange man holding an odd metal box with strange screens appearing on it.

“Excuse me sir. You’re entering one of our classrooms. Are you lost? Do we need to call security?” One of the students questioned, crossing his thin arms, as he looked condescendingly at the wild looking man of science.

“Young man I’m right where I need to be. Though perhaps you’re lost? You don’t look like you belong in this stogy classroom. Perhaps you belong on the beach!” Dr. Cleston fiddled with his device, adjusting knobs! Moving levers and inputting a simple phrase. “Himbo Surfer” Soon more phrases came up! “Oblivious” “Air headed” “cocky” “high libido” “extremely breedable” and many more filled the screen as Dr. Cleston laughed madly.

Meanwhile the young man who commented stood wide eyed. His normal modes 5-foot frame had begun to contort and grow. Each pulse from this box seemingly affecting his physiology! It started with his feet. The nice leather shoes he’d worn to class began to strain and break. His normally pale feet were no more as tanned skin surrounding sizeable size 14 feet burst forth from those shoes. Then his legs extended! Higher and higher, while thickening perfectly, shredding his boring beige pants revealing a tight hugging pair of board shorts that surrounded and ever-growing ass and bulge! His torso shredded with a single flex as his pudge stomach reversed into perfectly cut abs! His pectoral muscles now revealed to the world with a just the right amount of chest hair as well! Then his arms extended growing powerful with each inch leading to hands that could grab a surfboard with ease! His moans through this process now deepened as it gained a laidback tone and his face rearranged losing his classes and sallow skin. Now tightened into a beautiful smile and longer wavy hair.

“Haha surfs up bros!” The new surfer said much to everyone’s shock! Though even that was short lived. Did they always have a surfer bro in their class? No that doesn’t seem right… was he always this overt showing off his body?

“My head bros… what was I doing here again?” the surfer asks.

Dr. Cleston smiled. “You were here to have people join your new frat I believe. For surfers and beach hunks.” The man’s words stroked a chord within the empty headed vessel he let out a dumb giggle and nodded.

“Fuck yeah bros. You gotta join my frat! We just chill and hit the waves everyday. Then we flex and show off to all the bros and babes watching for a good time!” He says luring more and more people forward. His voice naturally drew the med students in as one by one the doctor changed them in new ways! Some growing taller, shorter, stronger, tanner. Races and ethnicities were altered permanently as well as age when certain professors left their offices to see what was wrong. Before long the entire area was no longer a large building, but a run-down frat house filled with too many members! Each command entering the chronivac not changing just one! But like a wave it changed larger and larger groups till the enter med student population of the school were nothing but free loving surfers!

The mad doctor Cleston did not stop there. He moved on to the engineering quadrant of the school. There was currently a competition ongoing of who would make the sturdiest mechanical marvel. Some created miniature vehicles, others small clock towers, and even more created actual robots. Though none of that would before long. Like a piper guiding lesser beings to their true calling, Cleston’s device radiated a compulsion for the engineers to approach.

“You all are so crafty and studious! Though perhaps we should have you allocate that ingenuity elsewhere! Perhaps work with less iron and more… gridiron!” Dr. Cleston typed furiously on his device turning to the smallest runtiest engineer! “You my friend will be the captain the one to lead this team and ensure you are the strongest dumbest unit this school has ever seen!” Phrases appeared like butterflies over this young man’s head. “Captain.” “Ruthless” “Powerful!” “Dominant!” “Tank!” “POWER!” and soon they rang true.

Before this mousy haired youth stumbled back his large legs stomped the ground beneath him. What once was a normal tennis shoe turned into a huge cleat with and even huge leg attached to it as this engineer grew into the largest football player anyone had seen. A jersey replace his normal shirt while a helmet replaced his hat. His nerdy moans grew deeper as he started shouting out for his men to line up. With each step he marched… grassy Astro turf emerged beneath him. Not only was he compelled to make his own team, he was compelled to bring a new field to this college!

“That’s right captain. Spread you influence. In fact why don’t you start brining me the me for your team. Those lucky enough to be picked by you will be your brothers on the field. Any left over… well I guess we could use some handsome cheerleaders to motivate you on and off the field!”

One by one this massive American football player grabbed a new stunned engineer and threw him at the feet of Cleston who grew him into another athlete before their eyes. Some join their captain in gathering men. Some simply served the doctor fetching him water and doing his bidding. By the time he was done he was in an entire quadrant of a school that looked like a football field! Young men in full uniform were running exercises and making dumb jokes, while scantily clad cheerleaders danced for them.

The final stop for the doctor was the humanities segment of the school. At this point he had an entourage of surfers and football players. They crowd around the doctor happily serving as guides and guards till the last bastion of this school stands before them.

“Come out all your philosophers and lawyers! I believe it’s time you begin anew in a different court!” This time Cleston did not even wait for the student to come out! He let his device run wild as pulses of electricity now crackled from the machine. Campus architecture began to warp and reshape. Buildings became gymnasiums! Leisurely quad portions became outdoor basketball courts! Even the nearby cafeteria became a variety of concession stands. And the young men that emerged from the area fled, transforming before his very eyes!

One red haired student ran outside, skin as pale as if he’d never seen the sun. But that changed as the professor aimed his device at him amplifying his changes. “Big black basketballer” “Proud” “Self assured” “Giant!” “Godly!” “Champions!” The look of confusion on this face began to shift. His mouth found itself shaping into a confident smirk, as his body grew higher and higher. He felt knowledge leaving his brain as his body inflated with size and power! His entire burst out of his clothes revealing his darkening skin and powerful arms and legs. Large feet to support such a frame with a sizeable package that would draw attention from anyone who could see it! He even drank his water bottle in a way that almost invited a challenge!

He wasn’t the only one. Countless classmates and the professors teaching them were all changing with these command till a roaring game was going on inside the gymnasium and around the out door courts. Anyone not playing was on the bench cheering on their teammates to glory! Basketball would be pretty big at this university now. As would its players. All of them growing to be bigger and more intimidating than the next!

At this point Cleston was satisfied and walked slowly to the center of the school, the Dean’s office. His travel companions of surfers, football players, and basketball athletes following him like mindless drones… or a small army.

The bookish Dean exited the doors to his office shaking. “Kleston! This is absolute chaos you’ve brought to this school. Using such an unstable device could tear a fabric within reality itself if you continue this madness! Shut it off and maybe we can repair the damage before you unleash unspeakable harm to the world!”

“You beg for mercy as I’m about to achieve my ultimate goal! Never! That is why you are the final to change at this school! I’m going to make you the most absent minded sports driven fool of them all!” Kleston blasted his machine right at the Dean who screamed out in surprise as surges of all sorts of changes began to strike him. However this wasn’t just any change! Just like the others it spread… but with no one else around the bolts of changing electricity began to creep up Kleston’s weedy arms… his own device consuming itself and its user as these changes progressed! “No… no! This is not my design. Change him you damn machine! Not me!” He screamed louder and louder! Until a large explosion at the center of campus unleashed every imaginable change!

One month later. No one outside of Master Chronivac users remember the illustrious Telegre University. Though ask any sports loving party guy and he’ll tell you he’d love to go to Titan University. Home to the biggest bros, the dumbest academics, and the most intense sports programs. Professionals could never predict how a school with such dumb strategies won their games, let alone certain championships! Many attributed it to the titanic student body this university attracted. Regardless, it serves as a lesson to all people meddling in technology out of their control. Specifically the iconic Twins of Titan U.

They are some of the most handsomest men around social media these days… shame they’re too dumb to play any sports. Obviously this was the former Dean of the university and the made scientist Kleston… However, even the most creative Chronivac users could tell them apart. They’ve both been so substantially changed both physically and intellectually that they could not be distinguished.

So, remember not to lose yourself proving people wrong. You may end up just like them in the end.

#thegreatstoryteller #chronivac #reality change #mental change #hypnosis #5thAnnualTFStoryExchange #tf story exchange

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enigmarain · 8 months

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From White to Black

Robbie was sitting in his room and sighing sadly. He was a terrible loser who had no friends or love interest..

He was playing some kind of game on his phone, which he soon got tired of. After deleting the game, he decided to look on the Internet for something else interesting to download.

Suddenly, an advertising window appeared that advertised some kind of application called Chroniwak. Out of curiosity, Robbie clicked on the advertising window.

He was immediately transferred to the page of the Chronivac website, where it is written that the application is free and available for download. After reading the reviews, Robbie did not understand what this application does - is it just mounting photos?

Still interested in the application, the teenager clicked on the download button. It didn't take up as much memory as Robbie thought.

And when it downloaded, and Robbie launched the application, he saw a strange interface - a window where it says "photo of the object", and at the bottom a text box with the classic instruction "enter text in a line".

A hint appeared next to the photo window, which said that he need to take a full-length photo and preferably without clothes.

Deciding to try, Robbie took a full-length photo (in his underpants) and fixed it in the "object photo" window. He clicked on the text field and thought about it. Is this really a description?

There was another hint in which it was written that you need to enter the required changes. Robbie, however, decided that it was something like a neural network that modifies the photo according to what is written in the line.

He decided to write to make his hair dark and curly. As a result, Robbie saw that in the photo his straight blond hair had really become curly and brown in color. These changes looked as if he actually had such hair.

As a result, Robbie saw that in the photo his straight blond hair had really become curly and brown in color. These changes looked as if he actually had such hair.

The boy looked at it in surprise, scratched his head. Robbie decided to check out other, more serious changes. He texted:

"Black skin, purple underpants, 21 years old, athletic build, tattoo "Sexy" on the chest."

When he finished, he saw that the photo really began to change - Robbie had a tattoo on his chest, his muscles became more massive, stubble appeared on his face. As a result, a pumped-up black guy in purple underpants with a tattoo on his chest appeared in place of a skinny white boy in the photo.

Robbie was surprised by this - he had changed beyond recognition in the photo, so he also changed the way he imagined. Robie came up with an idea that made him blush, but still decided to write:

"Horse dick and balls"

In the photo, the guy really even had a groin changed - it was visible in his underpants. Robbie got a boner at the sight of this sexy guy.

The boy looked at the photo with surprise and decided to save it. A green "save changes" button and a red "cancel" button appeared under the text field.

He pressed the green button, a warning appeared:

"Are you sure you want to save the changes?"

Robbie pressed yes without hesitation. A blue circle appeared with a white check mark inside and the inscription: "Successfully saved".

Deciding to take a break, Robbie put his phone in his pocket and went to the toilet. Along the way, he felt something strange - as if everything around him had become smaller, but it turned out that it was the boy who had grown up.

Then his skin seemed to catch fire and something seemed to dig into his chest. Robbie was afraid of this and, leaning against the wall, was breathing heavily.

He squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his hands into fists and clenched his teeth to endure the pain. When suddenly everything passed - the body stopped burning, the chest no longer hurts.

Exhaling with relief, the guy opened his eyes and hurried to the toilet. Running inside, he noticed other changes that had happened to him - he turned black!

He stood in surprise and looked at himself. How... How? What?

Robbie could feel the muscles pulling at his clothes. The sound of tearing fabric, and the guy was standing in his underpants, which were also stretched and threatened to tear from the changed penis and balls.

His underpants also changed before his eyes - they turned from green to purple, and much larger. He was sweating all over from it and breathing heavily until the changes stopped.

The boy first looked at himself, and then in the mirror - a black muscular guy with short dark hair and a tattoo inscription on his chest looked at him from the mirror. Robbie touched his face in bewilderment and made sure that it was really him.

"It can't be," Robbie said in a lower voice, "how can it be?"

He could hear the front door open and close-his parents had come. The boy panicked because he didn't know what would happen to him. How will parents react to it?

"Robbie, we're here," his mom said, "I brought heavy bags. Take them, please.

- I ... yes, okay, - Robbie replied, until he realized that he had done something stupid - his voice is different now.

But then suddenly his mother calmly said:

- Hurry up, I bought your favorite ice cream.

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FWtB: Shower (Chapter 2)

FWtB: Body update (Chapter 3)

FWtB: Loving mommy (Chapter 4)

FWtB: Caring Daddy (Chapter 5)

FWtB: Revenge on the bully (Chapter 6)

FWtB: Ordinary day (Chapter 7)

#chronivac #male transformation #musclegrowth #racial change

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transformarium · 2 years

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Chronivac - Finding your inner body

I wasn’t happy with my body. It was too small and hairless. Luckily I found Chronivac app in a deep web site. I carefully charted my wants and needs to what was possible with the app.

The first step was to get a hairy body. Good so far. Maybe getting rid of hair and going bald?

Yes, going bald was the right decision. Beard to a mature outlook? With white hair?

Now we are talking about the right thing. Thanks to the Chronivac app, I have settled into a comfortable life. I tried different sexualities before ending up being gay and a firm top. I found a setting for bear and cub. Now I just have to find or create a cub for myself. Luckily, I found this one site where people are sharing fantasies and my cub was on a silver platter.

So, my cub is black. That doesn’t matter as with his consent; I am modifying his body to my liking with a hint of his desires. So far, I have given him a hairy white body.

Hmm, a bald head is a must, and so is a beard. Something is still missing.

I invited my cub to my place for the final transformation. I gave him a copy of my body. Then I tried maturing him. Too much to my liking, and I have to dial the age back. More Asian, perhaps? Yes, that does it. Come to papa and be ready for the pounding of your life.

#racial transformation #age progression #asian head on white body #black head on white body #black male to asian male #bearification #transformation via app #chronivac

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vindictivenerdcels · 2 months

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He knows you are currently editing your Tiktok inside your car after a good workout session with the other girls before you hit the class later

He knows that you are going to slide that window down while chuckling and tried to tell him that "Hey, sorry, there's someone inside," hoping that he will be embarassed or feel awkward enough and walk away

And he certainly knows that instead of going away, his post-workout stench will make you go nuts once you rolled that window down, making your hole twitching with excitement and anticipation as the jock in front of you is looking a bit too hot to resist. That he will reply with such confidence that he's gonna be inside your SUV and inside your hole pretty soon is something that you are not expecting

But, there's something else that you will never expect and he's making sure you will never know about. The truth is, the conceited jockbro that breeds your hole under the blazing daylight in the gym parking lot is actually one of the nerd in your Organic Chemistry class that you don't even bother to know the name. You complained to the professor about him for "staring at you the whole time" when he's been minding his business and never even really looked at you, it's just you've been blocking the professor's seat as you sat a couple row ahead of him. You will never know that he's been manipulating reality and making all this detailed prompt through the app under his possession called Chronivac. Not only he altered his own self to become the perfect male specimen, he's also subjugating you to become his loyal girlfriend and making your whole family excited beyond believe to have him knocking up their eldest daughter. And he's nowhere near finish with his revenge, as he's looking at your buff older brother and have some ideas to make that married buff man his bitch so your father will be handing out the family's business to him instead. Yup, he's not going just for you now, he's going for the entirety of your family, and you are too oblivious about the manipulation around you

#male manipulation #nerd to jock #revenge muscle growth #revenge transformation #reality change #personality change #male transformation #chronivac transformation

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octuscle · 4 months

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My friends gave me a bodybuilding poser as a joke gift. They know I'm really into competitive bodybuilding, but I'm just a scrawny little nerd. Which makes them gifting me a size XXXL poser sting just a little more. Any chance you could make it so the thing fits me? I'd even be willing to trade my PhD if you make it so all I can ever wear are posers. Thanks in advance and Merry Christmas to you and your colleagues at customer service!

Uh, sorry 2 bother u, buddy! 4get the question. I tried the poser 1nc. Fits liek a fucking glove. Ayy lmao, mor liek a glove thats 2 smol. My fucc buddy told meh ive sum pdh shit. He can bet his ass on it. Ive a phucking huge d. U can ask any1.

i wanted something frum u, support dude. I 4got. Make my member smol enuff 2 fit in the poser? hehehehe, certainly not. Shud u make meh even mor tanned and shiny fo' the next comp? tht cud b it. Go fo' it, dude! and if ur up fo' it? i need some1 2 succ the adrenaline out of my cocc after the show. I hope thats enuff payment, thats all my prize m1y will cover.

Pic found @rickmuscleguy

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #getting dumber #jock tf #nerd to jock #poser bulge

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is-this-tf · 3 months

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Anyone else who occasionally gets really really upset because the Chronivac isn't real? No? Just me???

YEAH DUDE, I really feel you there, oh my god..... as much as I love nuance and complications when it comes to TF, sometimes the easiest answer is the most satisfying- or the easiest to subvert or twist, at that!

#blast from the past......#i never actually went looking for fiction involving the chronivac much when i was getting into it myself #but it IS very fun to play around with and explore in others' art too for sure #asks #this is tf

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maletfwitch · 10 months

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The Chronivac: Grandpa Howard

Howard was never really tech-savvy given his old age. He wanted to check his Facebook, but his phone had just died, so he decided to try using his grandson’s phone. Since he didn’t know what he was doing, he ended up opening The Chronivac app instead and accidentally transferred his grandson’s muscle to him. With reality changing so everybody but Howard remembered him this way. On top of that, his grandson's knowledge of tech and the Chronivac also transferred to him, so he now knew how to control the app while his grandson seemingly struggled to do basic things on his phone despite his young age.

With his new knowledge, he would soon use the app again but this time to swap cocks with his grandson.

His grandson would wake up with a much older cock with gray pubic hairs and would now have a much harder time getting erect.

While Grandpa Howard on the other hand, no longer had that issue since he now had the cock of a 21 year old and was constantly getting hard however he noticed this cock reacted more to men, luckily he had no shortage of gay men who wanted a taste.

#maletfwitch #muscle theft #grandpa/grandson #chronivac #reality change #cock swap #straight to gay

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tfmybody · 5 months

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What We're Thankful For Pt.4

Part 3 here

I woke up to the sound of the shower running the bathroom attached to the bedroom. It took me a second to remember it must be my new husband. I rolled over and looked at the new version if myself that Adam had given me in the mirror. It always took a few days to get used to being in a new body.

It had been a week since Thanksgiving. The new twins Ben and Charlie went to New York, Adam went back to his new dorm in Denver, and I got on a flight to Australia where my new husband was waiting for me. The four of us hadn't really talked much since we all left, we had focused on fully adopting our new lives. I had thrown myself into my new career as a firefighter and had discovered that I really enjoyed it. It also meant I had plenty of time to workout when not on shift and enjoy the big body Adam had given me.

The other thing that made my new life great was my new hot husband. I had lived in gay bodies before, but none that was so sexually active. And now that my new husband was an onlyfans star there was plenty of sex happening, and plenty of money to travel too. I know that this year will be a great one, but I can't wait to see what we're all thankful for again next year.

#tfmybody #shapeshift #tf #chronivac #WhatWe'reThankfulFor

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wishmaster · 3 months

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Billy's Mansion of Studz.

What's up fuckers, your boy WishMaster here now stuck as this sweet ass twunk now, What do you think, bangable right. What ever, fuck my ass is big and firm and needing some attention, where my boys at? (those who wish to join, drop a story of you arriving at the mansion.) Yo, know my ass is still granting your wishes but your boy has some shit in the pipeline, gonna launch an app sort like that damn Chronivac, but way cooler, huh. Fuck I got to go, talk at you late, BTW call me Billy from now on Suits my new look. Catch you guys on the flipside.

#body transformation #male transformation #cursed object

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joshslater · 8 months

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Cat

This is my take on a TF request by octuscle. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I guess it's kind of like what magicians feel like. Sure, you can train all you like in your bedroom, and you can do it in front of your mates, but when you do it for real, for a real audience you get the same jitters before the trick and a certain rush after it. No one noticed how I did the misdirection, how I lifted the phone and stashed it in my pocket in a smooth motion that started well before and ended well after those two events, making it seem completely unrelated and hiding the true intent. I was well out of their sight long before they realized they'd been pickpocketed.

I should have just held the power button to shut it down, make it untraceable until the nerds can open it up, make it lose its mind, and become resellable. Not as a luxury phone as it once was perhaps, but good enough for someone short on cash who was willing to not think too hard about where they got their goods. I should have, but it was like a reflex to press the unlock button once I fished up the phone from my pocket, safe some blocks away. "Chronivac Anti-theft Technology" flashed on the screen and a timer counted down from 10. "Enter pin to deactivate." I frantically pressed and held the power button in various combinations with no effect. Would the phone report its position? I could just leave. Would it make a noise? Wouldn’t matter here, and again, I could just leave.

It did make a short, high-pitched screeching sound and it kind of twisted in my hand. Not like the vibrator went off. More like a static shock, but not quite that either. The sound when it landed on the ground surprised me. A dull rattle and not the normal crisp sound of an iPhone maybe shattering on the stones. Even more surprising was the yellow rubber case with the black Caterpillar CAT logo on the ground. Confused I picked it up and turned it over to find a feature phone in the case, with physical keyboard and all, and on the screen words were scrolling by faster than I could read. I managed some words like "dumber", "stronger", and "stoner". As I stared at the words "manual laborer" I had a nagging feeling I should know what it meant, and that perhaps it wasn't the scrolling speed by the reading speed that was the problem.

The screen said "Wipe complete. All data secured." and turned black.

I tried to remember why I was standing in an empty back alley, but couldn't come up with a good reason. I adjusted my wifebeater inside my dungarees. Dungarees are great because you can play with your balls whenever, but the top isn't really held in place, so it can show you go commando if you aren't careful. I might as well smoke a joint while I figure out where I should be.

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