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Sounds good to me? Sounds like we should do this more often ;)
Happy birthday! Hear me out, you and I in your favourite place, transforming dramatically while around people, mad horny because doing it in public turns you on... thoughts?
Transforming in public you say? Now that I'm up for.
My favourite place at the moment is probably this café I go to with friends every week, so you're welcome to join me there. We'd be growing and changing on the way, walking through town as we both get bigger. People would be staring if they noticed what was going on, and when we both get bigger enough to have to take our shirts off they'd definitely be paying attention.
Height shooting up a few inches, muscle thickening everywhere all as people watch and whisper about what's happening. Two average dudes blossoming into studs right before their very eyes. One of us might even switch race because you know I can't resist that, but it'll feel natural.
By the time we're done and walking into the café for a quick bite we'll be two huge studs. Walking around showing off, whilst everyone around us that saw is too shocked to say anything about it.
Sound good to you?
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Love your stuff! Do you think that you could turn me into a huge bodybuilder daddy?
You had been going to the gym since you were fresh out of high school, reaching goals and personal bests yet you could never make it past that twunk shape. That lean muscle shape just wasn't enough and didn't satisfy whether it was your partners or yourself seemingly dropping the "imagine how big you could get" comment. You've always wanted to be a bodybuilder but that dream seemed so far away.
By the time you reached your mid-thirties, you were tired of being tempted by all these "alternate methods" and, after a drunken night out, you stumbled to a twenty-four hour supplement store. You ran through your grief about not growing more with the worker who half-smiled out of greed. He pulled out a small pill bottle and told you to take one a day for five days, but it was something that would cost. Of course your drunken state had you immediately hand out your cash, something you'd regret the next morning.
Wanting to start that night, you took the pill and only remember passing out not long after you got home, exhausted from the night. You woke up feeling sore all over, curious as to what you got up to the night before. When you got up and passed the mirror, something caught your eye. Was that cum on your torso? You looked to your bed seeing a cum puddle where you were laying.
As you brought your arm up to wipe at some of it, you saw your bicep flex subtly. Shockingly it looked bigger than normal, so you started to flex them and then continued to check out the rest of your body. Definitely bigger. Your eye caught the pill bottle on your bedside and so you investigated. Not too much information was written on it but you could make out that it was definitely muscle supplements and the warning to not take more than one a day.
It seems to do the trick, you thought. Might as well keep it up.
Day three, your mind had kind of slowed down. There was more focus on worshipping the now larger body you carried. You got all sorts of guys into your house to help oil you up and worship you. Your body sprouted with hair and your eyes became more daunting; some of the twinks started calling you daddy and you took that on board with your future worshipping sessions. Any boy was lucky to have his hands on you.
The final day, your mind was completely focused on working out and keeping up the build. You wanted to be a bull, an alpha who dominated the air of any room he stomped into. Your bodybuilding dreams had returned and were in full effect but you still wanted more. You were the only one asking yourself now "imagine how big you could get" and that was enough to keep going. These pills helped changed your body chemistry and you've noticed that you grow much quicker even now you've finished the pills. The world was going to worship you.
A wicked grin crossed your face. This was going to be fun.
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He sure was as beautiful as Aphrodite herself. Angel face with those full lips, sparkling seductive eyes and smooth skin, and it only got better. Tiny waist, long endless legs, wide hips that held up two perfect globes of soft, spankable ass, balanced out by a plump set of juicy, ripe pecs hanging from strong shoulders.
He was always ready for breeding, begging for his bouncy ass to be filled up and wanting more when he felt full. By the time his bull Daddy was done with him, the bull would lean back over his lap to caress, grope and suckle on the Angels plump nipples, ready to be fed his muscle milk.
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6, 11
6? I mean I currently have three favourites:
a) My absolute favourite: @transformhim 's "It's Nice to be Naughty" - possession, muscle growth, and more. Truly a work that inspires quality and is equally hot.
b) @bigboysfalldeep 's "milking a bull" - I can't deny myself a mind-breaking story. This one hits the sweet spots.
c) @jessejaredstories 's "Type Casting" - became a recent favourite only today.
11? Honestly never thought about it. My stories are just "here is this person, this is what happens to them". Maybe something to consider in the future.
Always open to suggestions in my asks ;)
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Gotta have 20 in there
But 28 I'm also quite curious about
20? A muscle meat head but a bottom, one with heightened sensitivity like playing with nipples, kissing the neck, rubbing the inner thigh etc. Broad wide shoulders carrying thick juicy pecs, slimmed down waist that meets a plump bubble butt and suffocating thick thighs. I love the idea of seeing a strong and powerful mans mind just short circuit at the slightest tweak of his nipple, becoming a desperate, needy bottom. Preferrably topped by a huge dick twink; role reversal and all that jazz.
28? Depending on what they want. Preferrably they would transform me into something they have use of, like a toy they have around the house to keep them company. Make me their trophy husband.
Otherwise they could transform me into the Fantasy TF (see above) and just straight up dump me deep inside of a sweaty hot gay club where I'd struggle to get out of without taking a few loads first.
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I know I'm not the most active but why don't you get to know me more?
I'm slowly reaching 1000 followers and think this is the perfect time to interact with y'all :)
Questions for TF fans
Send me a number, I’ll answer that question!
1. What’s your Favorite kind of TF?
2. Do you like Inanimate TF?
3. Would you rather Transform other people or change yourself?
4. What got you interested in TF?
5. Absolutely favorite TF art?
6. Absolutely favorite TF story?
7. Anthro or full animal TF?
8. Best part of transformation for you?
9. All good TFs need to have…
10. Willing or unwilling TF subject?
11. TG in your TF?
12. What other kinks do you have?
13. What excites you about TF?
14. What embarrasses you about TF?
15. Does anyone else know about your TF kink?
16. What other kinks do you have?
17. What kink excites you most, excluding TF?
18. Any kinks you’re embarrassed by?
19. Any kinks you didn’t think you’d be into but are?
20. What’s your favorite TF fantasy?
21. Favorite way to initiate a TF?
22. Mental changes to match physical changes, or a human mind trapped in an inhuman body?
23. Clothes ripping as the transformation progresses, or changing to match?
24. Favorite part of the body to watch transform?
25. Size changes?
26. Inflation?
27. If you could transform one person into anything you wanted, who would you change and into what?
28. Someone transforms you… what do they do with you after?
29. Who is your favorite shape shifter in media?
30. Favorite depiction of a transformation in media?
31. Permanent transformation?
32. Willing or forced transformation?
33. One part of your body you want to change?
34. One part of your body you’re really happy with?
35. What kinds of TF do you find a turnoff?
36. Magic or science?
37. Favorite thing to TF into?
38. Do you RP?
39. Ever act out a TF fantasy with a partner?
40. If anyone found out about your TF kink you’d…
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It was oh so sudden! Right before my eyes my nineteen year old friend who struggled greatly through puberty had just burst with change! I thought it was a webcam filter but no, there was no telltale sign and it was one hundred percent legitimate!
Muscles shot out everywhere. His biceps became cannonballs. His shoulders and neck thickened and stretched to give his back the perfect top to a now broad back, tapering into a slim waist housing a perfect cobblestone road for a stomach. His pecs inflated like balloons, his nipples becoming supple and sensitive, poking tightly against the straining fabric of his now straining black singlet.
He stood up showing meaty thighs in thin running shorts that struggled to contain the two perfect bubble cheeks that he grabbed and jiggled with thick, large paws for hands. When he turned around, my jaw dropped at what looked like a girthy snake running over his left thigh, noticably getting larger as it got harder.
"Are you coming over?" he asked in a now more deep and seductive tone as his face came back into frame; facial hair he couldn't grow now present around his sharp clenching jawline, eyebrows thicker sitting above warm brown eyes that shined with a hint of lust as he subtly smirked with his now fuller lips.
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Quick story. I find I've lost my motivation to write longer stories as I have in the past so this may be the way to go until I find that motivation again.
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I really love your stories, especially these 2:
Selfish Love TF on Tumblr
Selfish Love TF on Tumblr
I think your writing is very underappreciated. Just thought I'd say :)
oh gosh thank you so much
I am aware that I am not the best at posting but I do read a lot and take inspo from a lot of writers on here so I thank them too
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@jockifyme I absolutely loved this! Thank you so much for the story, it’s just what I wanted :)
Christmas Story Exchange - Look into My Eyes
Decided to try my hand at the Christmas TF Story Exchange! Cutting it close time-wise, but I hope you like it, @selfishlove-tf !
It was a hot, summer day at the pool, and Ben was lounging on a comfortable lounge chair, basking in the sun. His big butt and package are squeezed into a pair of tight orange swim trunks, and he has a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. He sports a clean, cropped haircut and tanned skin from his past week of sun exposure.
As he sits there, sipping on a piña colada, he notices a young, skinny college student walking by with a football tucked under his lanky arm. The student screams spring breaker, and Ben watches as the student walks past, his shaggy hair catching the wind. He’s wearing a navy pair of swim trunks, ending just above his knees, and a thin golden chain catches the light, hooping around his neck and above his meager pecs. Something about the way the student moves catches Ben’s attention. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about the student that seemed irresistible to him.
As the student passes by, Ben can’t help but stare. And as he stares, and the student catches Ben’s eyes while shifting the football from hand to hand, he decides to use his special power: his hypnotic eyes.
“Hey!” Ben calls out while waving his arm in the air flamboyantly. Ben smirks as the college student turns his attention back to him.
“Me?” The student asks as he points to himself.
“Yes, sir.” Ben brings him arm down and watches intently as the student walks toward him. As the young man approaches, he gestures toward the empty lounge chair to his left. The student reaches the chair, sets the football down, and plants himself down.
Ben inspects the student, head to toe, and asks simply, “What’s your name, handsome?”
“Tyler.” He replies while tugging on his chain awkwardly.
“Tyler… It’s nice to meet you.” Ben reaches his hand out and takes off his sunglasses with his other, allowing him to see Tyler’s bright blue eyes.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Tyler accepts Ben’s hand and shakes it up and down.
“Get this man a drink!” Ben yells at the nearest employee. The employee nods and scurries away as Ben turns his attention back to Tyler.
“No no, that’s okay!” Tyler hurriedly says to Ben but is rejected with a wave of the hand.
“Puh-lease,” Ben says while looking at Tyler right in the eyes. Looking deep into Tyler’s ocean blue eyes, he hypnotically suggests, “It’s your spring break, right? Loosen up a little!”
“O-ok.” Tyler replies confusedly, shaking his head a little.
The employee hurries back with a fresh piña colada in-hand. “Here you are, sir.”
“Ah, thanks.” Tyler says while reaching up to take the drink. Ben watches as the movement moves Tyler’s delts and biceps move under his skin—a little under-developed for his liking. Ben watches as Tyler takes a sip from his drink.
“Mm, that’s good.” Tyler sets the drink down on the side table and turns his attention to Ben, who doesn’t miss a beat.
“So, do you work out?” Ben asks as Tyler laughs a little in response.
“Nah, not really. The other guys in my frat always invite me to the gym with them, but I’m always so busy with my engineering homework and stuff that I never seem to have the time to go.”
“Ooooh so you’re one of those frat bros, eh?” Ben asks with a raise of the eyebrow.
“Haha, I guess you could say that,” Tyler says as he picks up his drink again for another sip. Ben eyes Tyler and decides to have some fun with the boy.
“Those textbooks you keep on hitting must be pretty heavy,” Ben says cornily. Tyler sets the drink down and gives a simple “Hm?”
“I mean,” Ben continues while lacing his words and gaze with his hypnotic powers, “Your arms are pretty big for someone who claims he doesn’t work out. I could see those doing pretty well in a bodybuilding competition, don’t you?”
As he speaks and gazes into the student’s eyes, Tyler’s arms begin to change—packing on muscle. His shoulders balloon, morphing into an impressive set of delts that can be seen moving under his tan skin with the slightest of movement. His biceps and triceps follow suit, growing and exceeding those of his frat brothers.
Tyler looks down at his new arms, trying to make sense of what had happened. These definitely weren’t his arms, and—
“That’s more like it: Guns fit for a bodybuilder like yourself!” Tyler snaps his head toward the twink seated next to him who had just yelled out in jubilation. “Now let’s work on those pecs—”
Tyler jumps from his seat and grabs Ben by the shoulders, pinning him against the chair.
“What’d you do to me?! Change me back, freak!” Ben laughs at the college student with abnormally large arms, reaching his hand up just enough to trace his fingers along Tyler’s bulging forearms. Feeling a tingle in his tight speedo, he moves his gaze back to the transformee’s eyes.
“Sit. Down.” Tyler cringes as his body begins moving without his volition, back to his chair. Ben sits up and brushes where Tyler’s meaty hands had been.
“Well I certainly didn’t see that coming, but if it had to happen again, I’d wish those pecs that were in my face were a little bit bigger.”
“Agh—” Tyler shakily brings his hands to his chest, where his pecs begin throbbing and aching in waves. Before his very eyes, they begin to expand, pushing out farther and farther from the rest of his chest until it looks like he has two striated pillows as a chest piece. As he looks at them, he begins remembering snippets of memories: A camera flash as he flexes for the camera.
“Please, stop.” Tyler begs as he looks at Ben again. The twink is sitting on the edge of his lounge chair, watching intently as Tyler’s abdomen begins to feel the same familiar pain. His muscles ripple and ache as his abdominals strengthen and the fat above them melts away, revealing Tyler’s newly minted six-pack to the world.
“Stop?” Ben asks as he messes with Tyler’s chain, lifting it up and letting the metal fall back against the bodybuilder pecs with a soft cling, “But we’re almost done!” Ben stands and sits down on the edge of Tyler’s chair, brushing the shaggy hair up and off the forming bodybuilder’s sweat-beaded forehead. Tyler shuts his eyes as Ben’s hand approaches his forehead—but when he opens them again, he’s standing in the campus gym’s bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He’s wearing a string tank top and mesh gym shorts, his hair shaved down to a high fade and up-do like so many of his frat brothers have, with a heavy gold necklace situated around his broad neck. He stumbles back away from the mirror, disoriented, before a couple of his friends barge into the bathroom.
“Bro, Tyler!” What are you doing dude?” Tyler turns to look at the two, Peter and Graham, who are dressed quite similar to him and high up there on the meathead scale.
“What, what are we doing here,” Tyler asks.
“Huh? Dude, it’s just a gym sesh, like… every other day? What’s wrong with you?” Graham walks toward Tyler, who eyes him suspiciously. “Sorry if we pushed you too hard, bro, just trying to make sure you bring home the inter-frat Mr. Mass-achusetts title home to Delta Tau Delta.” Peter also walks up to Tyler and places a hand on his back, which knocks the bodybuilder back to his transforming body and reality.
“Take a look at those legs, oh,” Ben continues as Tyler goes in and out of consciousness, his scrambled mind trying to make sense of Ben’s hypnotically implanted reality clashing with the past. “Your calves have that shape, what’s it like… right! Like a diamond.” Tyler groans as he feels his calves growing, the muscle bulging against his skin. Ben watches as the veins under Tyler’s skin pulse, delivering nutrients to the rapidly growing muscles.
“And these thighs! You must do squats in the shower or something.” Tyler’s thighs quickly pack on muscle, his hamstrings, quadriceps, and adductors pushing against his skin, completing his tree trunks of legs. With his physical transformation complete, Ben only has to cement it.
“You’re one of the biggest college bodybuilders I’ve ever seen!” Ben says as he gets up, reaching out his hand to help Tyler from his seat. Tyler’s head is spinning, but his mind begins to get in order, the hypnosis from Ben successfully implanting a new reality in the collegiate bodybuilder’s mind.
“What… what happened?” Tyler takes Ben’s hand and stands from his chair, his new 6′3 stature brushing up his still shaggy hair against the umbrella positioned over the lounge chairs.
“Oh, nothing much,” Ben coos as he looks Tyler up and down, admiring his handiwork. “We were just about to go back up to my room.”
“Your room,” asks Tyler confusedly, “Why-”
“Oh you know exactly why, don’t you?” Ben reaches up and nudges Tyler’s head toward his, locking eyes for the last bit of hypnosis for the day.
“To everyone else you’re this big, intimidating mound of muscle, but you and I both know the submissiveness of the real you.” Tyler blushes as Ben points this out, even though no one else is listening.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Tyler takes Ben’s hand is his and holds it to his mouth, pecking it.
“And you also know that bodybuilding money isn’t enough to afford MIT! A man like you needed a sugar daddy to help cover tuition, and you know I was happy to help, but for a bit of a cost…” The hypnosis works its magic, turning the gears in Tyler’s head and making the suggestions reality. Tyler snatches the hotel keycard from Ben’s hand and picks up the light twink, carrying him in his arms up to the hotel for his semester’s payment.
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Sending pics to Ben on a weekly basis is another part of the deal. And a quick trip to frat house garage gets it done. “See you in a few.”
#not my story#jockifyme#frat tf#jock transformation#frat bro#bodybuilder#bodybuilder tf#muscle growth#male tf#male transformation#hypnosis#hypnosis tf
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5th Annual TF Story Exchange - for Jockifyme
G’day :) I wanted to challenge myself so I entered the TF Story Exchange to force myself to write something. The author I got for the exchange was @jockifyme so please enjoy. I hope I met your requirements @jockifyme .
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I’m an accountant and sometimes we audit High Schools. We make sure that the donations or funds received go places they should be going to, we check payroll and budget; we call it “cash stuff” in the office because “expenses” and “finances” start confusing our smaller-minded Gen Z workers.
From that “defame our younger generation” comment alone, you should be able to tell that I am older – not too much but I feel myself reaching the other end of my thirties really quickly. Luckily, the stresses of older age haven’t touched me too much; I have my curly brown hair, though it is fading in colour just like my eyes which used to be emerald, now swamp. Got my height from my mum, she was six-three and she gave me my current six-one. Got my metabolism (or lack thereof) from my dad whose genes garunteed no weight would be gained – I was skinny, a measly one-forty pounds.
The lights in the schools office behind reception showed my touch-of-sunburn off more than I wanted to, my skin naturally pale like a ghost flared up with areas of red where I misapplied my sunscreen. I, however, didn’t feel the burn so the sun must’ve been somewhat lacklustre that day. Sunburn was the last thing on my mind anyway. Numbers, numbers, numbers. I enjoyed the numbers and I did well in maths back when I was in school some blah blah blah years ago – I’d rather not say how long – and was in the top ten of students in my school who graded highly during the final exams before graduation. The only part I hated was listening to the administration guy who lightly flirted with the teachers as they walked by. They couldn’t see it but the “that dress fits nice on you” and “did you forget your glasses because those eyes are shining today” commends he has said in the past ten minutes were dangerously close to the line of being fired should someone actually pay attention to him.
I continued my counts and record-checking and, soon enough, the admin guy was talking to me about football. I never got into that kind of thing, my focus was more on work and work and work. I didn’t need to watch a bunch of men running into each other, the idea was stupid to me. Yet, despite my disinterest in the topic, the admin guy continued to drone on about it.
I looked at my watch; I had only been here for an hour. All the kids were in their classes so, gladly, I decided to quickly take a break and get a drink. Stupidly, I forgot my water bottle and I didn’t want to deal with more dead conversation from the admin guy and, as I recalled, I remembered there being a bubbler/water fountains near the building facing the oval. With a quick “I’ll be back” to the admin guy, and a swift exit, I was out the door and headed towards the oval, a quick hello and hi to some teachers passing or students that were supposed to be in class. Reaching the bubbler, there was footsteps nearby and voices loudly talking. I leaned down, pulled the lever and started drinking, footsteps getting closer. The closer it got, the more I heard the topic of conversation.
‘I don’t know what we’re gonna do, man,’ one started. ‘Tyler’s out for the game tonight and we got no backup since Harry left.’
‘Cool it, Reid!’ another cut the first off. ‘We’ll find someone or deal with a short team no matter what coach says.’
‘Yeah, but where are we gonna find something so short notice, Jay?’ A third asked. I had become invested in the conversation that I didn’t realise that they were now walking behind me as I was still drinking from the bubbler until they stopped.
‘How about you?’ Jay asked.
It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me. I stopped drinking and turned around and was greeted by four teens in football gear. ‘You talking to me?’
‘We are looking at you,’ pointed the fourth.
‘Smart kid, though I don’t go here clearly.’ I gestured to my whole figure, hoping they weren’t dumb enough to think I was any younger than thirty-five.
‘Not a problem with us.’ Jay, who I assumed was the leader, stepped forward. ‘I’m Jay, and these are my bros Reid, Mikey and Kyle.’ He gestured to his friends as if I was interested in knowing them. Jay was short, wide and brunette; Reid was tall, thin and blonde; Mikey was tall, tan and built; Kyle was the shortest, brunette and athletic. The group did seem like the perfect popular boys of school, they just lacked more arrogance.
‘How would you expect to fix that?’ I questioned. ‘Compared to you guys, I’m weathered. Y’all haven’t even touched hard work yet.’ That comment seemed to irritate Reid, subtly puffing his chest up.
‘Hard work? Football is full time!’ Reid arched up.
‘Reid, not another word,’ Jay snapped. ‘You’ll only scare him away, and we’re already about to get scary.’
‘Oh, I’m shaking.’ I teased before rolling my eyes and started walking back to the office.
‘Take him,’ I heard Jay mutter.
Soon, three pairs of hands were on me and started to pull at me, dragging me in the opposite direction. I started shouting to let me go and, for a moment I thought why it was suddenly so quiet at the school; no students or teachers were walking by and no one seemed to look out the windows at the commotion I was causing. No matter how much I shouted and wriggled, the guys’ strong hands had firm grips. I looked behind me to where they were dragging me and found that they were taking me to the locker rooms. They barged in, pushed me to the bench and sat me down, Reid and Kyle holding me down while Mikey went off to grab something.
‘We’re gonna make sure you’re ready for the game tonight,’ Jay said matter-of-factly.
Mikey returned with football gear which I began to question myself about how stupid they really are. Jay motioned to Reid and Kyle as Mikey came to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Without warning, Reid and Kyle started to pull at my clothes, tearing my button up off and yanking my shoes off before pulling off my pinstripes. I tried to fight back with all of my strength but Mikey was stronger than he looks, making sure to hold me in place during the process. At the end of it, I was left in my briefs.
‘Let me go you freaks!’ I shouted. ‘I don’t know what you plan on doing but it needs to end now!’
Jay motioned to the football uniform and gear and Kyle and Reid moved almost immediately. Reid began with what looked like compression shorts, sliding them up my legs until they were on properly. I felt immediate embarrassment being dressed as if I couldn’t do it myself. When the compression shorts snapped into place, my legs felt like they were burning although bearable. No sooner did my legs start burning that Kyle had put on long socks and oversized football boots, and the burning spread down until it reached my feet. My whole lower half was on fire and, sure enough, when I looked down, I saw why. My thighs started to plump up, calves sharpening and I felt my toes touch the end of the boot. Soon as that began, Reid grabbed a compression singlet and slid it over my head and over my torso, Kyle soon following with the shoulder pads.
I was panicked, my whole body starting to feel like I’d worked out for hours, and my body was catching up. My torso bulked up, a bit of muscle showing as my chest puffed up and my biceps blew up. My flexed forearms had a roadmap of veins as my increasingly meaty hands gripped firmly on the bench. I was beginning to tire myself out through all the strain and flexing I was doing due to the pain of the growth. At some point, Jay told Mikey to let me go because he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I could because of the amount of pain I was in.
Soon enough, as it had started to die down, I looked over myself while out of breath and saw how toned I got. I was in shock; something completely impossible just happened. When I looked up to the group, there was glee in their eyes, but mine saw red. I had no energy to do anything, though, exhausted from the growth.
‘What the fuck did you do?’ I gasped between breaths.
‘It’s not over,’ Jay said. ‘Look at me.’
He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to look at him directly in the eyes. He smiled before swiping some black paint onto my cheeks, and then he let go of my chin and stepped back. There was a brief moment where nothing happened, but it hit seconds later. I gripped my head and squeezed my eyes shut as images flashed across my vision of school, football, training, hanging out with the bros. Bros? No, I was an adult. I was here for an audit. No, that doesn’t sound right? I was on the oval with my bros talking about the game. No! The admin guy, we were talking about football while I was doing work… work? No, I was skipping class. My brain went back and forth and soon enough, the school-kid persona was taking over. All the games my bros and I played, the games we won and the after-parties we went to. My body, face, and mind were all getting younger. My hair turned a darker brown, keeping the curls, and my eyes had regained their shining emerald green. My sunburn cleared up and my skin looked tanned from spending weeks in the sun. Although keeping the muscle on, my body shrank a little and smoothed out. After all of a few minutes, my head cleared and my body no longer felt like it was burning. I felt completely painless, in fact, I had a lot of energy.
‘You good, Jack?’ asked Reid.
I looked up at the group, a brief pause before nodding my head. ‘Still mad Tyler can’t make it.’
‘Well, we gotchu at least,’ Mikey pointed out. ‘We’ll sure win tonight.’
‘We always win, bros!’
‘That’s the spirit!’ Jay cheered. ‘Now let’s get practicing! Don’t forget your jersey, Jack.’
I looked down at the bench where my jersey was. I grabbed it and slipped it on, unknowingly sealing the transformation. ‘Do we gotta wear the shoulder pads during training?’ I complained.
‘Shut up and get out there!’
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I’ll make you an angelic slim twink with the tiniest waist but give you a bubble butt the Kardashians are jealous of :)
Gay Transformation Game
Okay so here's the rules: You reblog someone's post to transform them, and then someone reblogs your post with how they transform you. I'm starting this off so I'll transform myself...into a sexy white furred wolf guy <3...for now :P
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I was at home in nothing but underwear and a jumper, my favourite pyjamas to wear during the Autumn season, especially when the jumper is oversized on my lithe frame. School was much more important than hitting the gym; brain over brawn.
I was studying for Science as a surprise exam my teacher set up was tomorrow. Being Sunday, I’ve been hard at the books all weekend and the tension was high because we had no idea what we were about to be quizzed at. Some reason there was a question about chemical mixtures and effects. It was talking about the different home-kitchen chemicals and the effects of mixing them, followed by a question I was lost on so, curiously, I decided to walk to the shops and buy some different home-kitchen chemicals that were stupidly accessible including one compound that was “rat poison” yet very vague about its ingredients.
When I had brought them home, I immediately got out a mixing bowl and started to chuck the different chemicals into the bowl and started mixing. I still hadn’t chucked in that mysterious rat poison until I noticed nothing was happening. Due to my impatience, I added in the rat poison and continued to mix. The mixture started to solidify into a thick clump of goo. Satisfied, I went back to the test paper and wrote in my findings before returning to the other questions, ignorant to the mixing bowl.
Oblivious to what was hiding behind me, I didn’t notice that the goo was shifting. The goo started to writhe and slowly tumbled out of the bowl. It slithered across the table and down the leg to the floor. It had a target it was aiming for - me. It shot across the floor towards my feet but I was too focused on the paper.
Somehow, I didn’t feel the goo slide up my leg but as soon as it reached my underwear, it thinned out and I felt the waistband of my underwear stretch only a little. I shifted my seat, lifting my ass up to move for only two seconds, but that was enough time for the goo to attack.
The goo dived right for my hole, sliding right between my cheeks and shoving itself deep inside. My mouth widened as I screamed and tensed up, the force of what felt like a dick ram into my ass. The goo, sensing my tension, released a relaxant which coarsed through my body, rocking me to my core as pain turned into pleasure. I was standing but my knees were bent, my hands gripping the table and I was leaning forward with an arched back as if I was actually getting fucked. I was moaning wantonly, my body starting to vibrate with pleasure.
The goo had slid all the way in and through my body, increasing the endorphins. My body rocked through wave after wave of ecstacy and it took a few minutes to realise that my body was aching. I looked at my hands to see two meaty paws growing thicker. Following veins that trailed up solid forearms, I was met with the increasing mountain of biceps that flexed through each wave of ecstacy. They were attached to cannonball shoulders and, when I looked down, my pecs were heaving as I breathed heavy and fast and, soon enough, found them touching my chin. A true rack of thick muscle and, for some reason, they felt like they were filled up with something - milk, perhaps? My torso elongated, and eight individual abs started to pop up like stones.
My Adonis belt cut deep into my hips and met in the middle where my junk was starting to fill out my underwear. The fabric was tight, stretching thin, and the legs were beginning to tear as meaty thighs stretched them to their limits. My ass also inflated, thickening into juicy balloons that jiggled as my hips started to grind back against an imaginary dick. My calves shaped into perfect thick diamonds and my feet elongated, perfect for worshipping and forcing into twinks faces.
My body continued to rock through the waves of pleasure and the goo had reached up to my brain. My vision went hazy, not that my eyes were open much. So many thoughts that were running through my head started to clear up, and I could feel myself letting go, slipping away into a more pleasurable quietness. I was losing smarts, my mind slipping away and soon filled with a new voice.
‘Fuck.’ It began. ‘You need to fuck. Spread your seed.’ I could feel the pleasure starting to increase, swelling towards my elongating dick. ‘Spread your seed and spread Me.’ The pressure increased more, my hips starting to buck wildly. ‘Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK MORE!’ The voice got louder, practically screaming into my head. The Goo filled my mind with images of hulking men pounding away at other men and twinks, breeding their holes. Rough sex, kinky sex, anything that involved domination. ‘YOU NEED TO FUCK NOW!’
‘FUUUUUUUUUUCK!’ I screamed as my dick, painfully erect, started shooting cum all over the underside of my desk, my hips jerking wildly. I came and I came until there was nothing left five minutes later. I had to catch my breath. Soon, my mind cleared again and I knew what I must do; spread the seed to take over other bodies. ‘What if I don’t want to?’ I murmured.
You will, if you want to feel this again... the voice in my head whispered and, seconds later, my body shot into overdrive. My body collapsed to the floor and I started to moan as my dick, so sensitive, was vibrating with pure sexual ecstacy. I was grinding my torn underwear-covered dick into the floor with enough force to fuck through the floor, my nerves lit on fire. As another orgasm snuck its way through, I was ready to shoot again. The pressure made its way up my shaft and built at the tip and, just as I was about to shoot, the Goo shut me down, edging me. No cumming until we find the next one. Let that be a lesson. Now go. Fuck. Breed!
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‘Hey.’
His low voice snapped me out of my disbelief at what I had just seen.
My step-father, the most average Joe, had just grown into a massive hunk in minutes... and I was hard as a rock!
‘Hi,’ I replied shakily.
‘You like?’ I could only nod. ‘You want this, kid?’ Again, I nodded. ‘You want to be like this?’ Wait... I could be like him? ‘Before you answer, just know that it comes with a side effect.’
‘Yes, oh god please!’ I almost shouted.
‘Wow, someone’s desperate, but don’t say I didn’t warn you, son.’
He stood up, watermelon-crushing thighs supporting a tapered waist below heaving, juicy pecs. He was so tall, a foot taller, and then he walked towards me, his pendulous snake of a cock swinging back and forth until he reached me. I was practically drooling, unable to keep my mouth closed.
‘Y’know son, this family has been a bunch of nobodies for too long. I think that should change...’ he grabbed my jaw and tilted my head to look at him directly into his deep brown eyes. ‘Don’t you agree?’ He almost growled like a predator as I nodded again. ‘Good boy. Let’s get started.’
Dad leaned in and pulled my mouth towards his. Soon, our mouths connected and we started to kiss. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and he hungrily ate at me. It was a little after that I realised a taste of honey. It was a thick consistency and Dad was feeding it through his mouth into mine. The more that flooded my mouth, the quicker my throat went into auto-swallowing. We made out (I swallowed the honey) for so long, I was losing track of time and I was getting dizzy.
When Dad pulled away, I almost followed but he stood me still with a devilish smile on his face as he stepped back and lounged in the chair behind him. At some point, he had taken my clothes off of me and I had not realised. I was left in my blue briefs. ‘Stay there and wait.’
I was confused, but not for long. Soon enough, my body started to buzz and I felt wave after wave slowly creeping through my body and gained in both speed and ecstacy. It became lightning through my body, lighting every nerve in my body. I glanced over at Dad whose giant hand was rubbing his throbbing, meaty dick as he watched before a huge wave hit me and my eyes closed tightly.
I felt my body strain, skin started to stretch, bones started to crack, and muscle started to expand. The waves starting from my feet carried the effect north, through my torso, down my arms and into my head. I flexed my toes involuntarily as my feet started to elongate from a size nine to a bigger size twelve. my calves shapened into sharp diamonds following my thighs that grew until they touched. My hips widened and my ass inflated like ballons into two perfect bubbles but the growth skipped my dick. A deep V carved itself following a set of cobblestone abs and my back flared out like wings. My pecs pumped up slightly to a more toned look, nothing like my Dads firm pillows. Veins ran down my biceps that tensed, increasing to the size of baseballs, my forearms and hands complimenting the size. My shoulders bouldered up and my neck thickened and the wave moved up to my face. My features sharpened, my jaw able to cut paper, my cheekbones were high and my lips puffed up. To say that I was a heartbreaker was not enough to what the transformation did to my face and, judging by my quick glance at the mirror in the room, my eyes allured like my Dads.
Speaking of my Dad, he stood back up and walked towards me again, his python hard and directing his way to me. He wrapped an arm around my lower back, looked down to my dick and shook his head. ‘You always were a grower.’ With that, his free hand gripped my hardened dick concealed inside my blue briefs and he started to palm and yank at it. My nerves were on fire, and I started to moan loudly.
‘You like that, boy?’
‘Yes papi!’ I exhaled. ‘Please, more!’
‘Your growth is complete, now I get to have some fun.’
With both hands, he grabbed my asscheeks and dug into them, pulling me towards the couch again. With his strength, he tore my briefs from my body, pulled me over his dick and slammed me down onto his monster. ‘Fuck papi! Yesss!” I yelled, but not from pain. Pure ecstacy coursed through me as I realised my ass was self-lubricating.
‘The best thing about bottoms is that their ass leaks sweet, slick honey,’ he breathed. ‘So it’s easy to get to the best parts.’
He scooped up a bit of the slick and shoved his finger into my mouth, and I suckled like a baby, my wanton moans desperate for more. This sexuality, the need to be fucked grew and grew and I found myself riding his dick faster and slamming my hips down as hard as possible.
‘You’re such a whore - no, you’re Daddy’s whore. That’s the side effect. You keep wanting more... don’t worry, so do I. We’re going to be fucking for a while, Son. Get used to it.’
He tilted me back, lifted my legs up and started to jackhammer into me. I was in pure bliss and knew that I would never want this to end. I can’t thank my Daddy enough for transforming me.
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Jay was a cam boy and he had a lot of fans, but there was always one in particular that was always present for him.
Pecboi: hey handsome, hows your day?
Jay was always happy to see Pecboi because of their mutual love for a mans chest. Jay absolutely loved playing with his pecs, and when others would call them breasts.
Pecboi: you storing milk in those breasts baby?
Jay nodded with a wicked smile as he groped his left tit and gave it a small jiggle.
Pecboi: you want someone to latch onto those bad boys and suckle you dry?
Jay, once again, nodded as he wrapped his other hand around his throbbing dick and started jerking it off.
Pecboi: let's try something, if you don't mind
Jay was curious to see what Pecboi meant. Soon, his live public video went into Private Session and it was only him and Pecboi.
Pecboi: Let's get started, give me a good show
Jay smiled, raising his arms and flexing his biceps. He moved his mouth to his right bi and started to lick it with his long tongue, kissing it and suckling on it til it left a red mark, pure lust reflected in his eyes. Jey leaned back and used his other hand to start stroking his dick.
Tips were coming in at small numbers - money spent to support and show love to creators. Jay had a butt plug in his ass between his thick bubbly cheeks vibrating every time a tip came in. From a single tip, it would vibrate for a second, but Pecboi was doing them intermittently as to hit Jay repeatedly.
Ding! Moan. Ding! Moan. Jay was slowly thrusting his dick through a tightly gripped hand, his moans becoming louder each time. It was bareable, and it wasn't going to make him cum too quickly.
Pecboi seemed to have other ideas and, soon enough, started tipping larger amounts. The larger amounts made the vibrations last longer; this time for about ten seconds. Jay was surprised at first and rocked his hips harder, moving his free hand to his tits and tweaking a nipple, his moans increasing.
Pecboi: You want more baby? You love those tits, don't you?
Jay moaned in agreement, desperation and lust shot through the camera with white hot piercing hazel eyes.
Pecboi smiled.
Pecboi: Well how about we make them the star of the show?
Jay was confused, but was greeted with more tipping, but now a much larger increased sum that made vibrations last for a minute. Yet, this time, Pecboi made sure to send a few in succession so that once one of the vibration sessions finished, another one started immediately.
Jay felt it hit and his voice hitched. It was a strange feeling, the vibrations shooting from his ass, through his body and into his pecs and, instead of one hand on tit and one one dick, he moved both of his hands to his nipples.
Vibration after vibration came through and Jay was thrusting his hips up into the air, a sheet of sweat covering his body, but his hands were busy teasing his nipples and, soon, groping his chest, the sensitivity seemingly increasing with each grab.
Pecboi: That's right, show me what I'm investing in baby.
Pecboi increased the tip amount once more; this time it had added intensity to the vibration and, for what felt like continuous vibrating turned into vibrating much more intense. It was wrecking Jay as his moans became much more wanton and needy, sweat pouring from his skin as he continued to grope his pecs and twist his nipples. Soon enough, a build up of energy had reached its apex, but it wasn't flowing over.
In his hands, he felt his pecs get much bigger. It was like he was inflating. Slowly, his pecs ballooned out, and their sensitivity was shot up to eleven. He couldn't stop groping them as more and more of his hands were getting full of the muscle. Soon enough, they were spilling out of his grip, and started to jiggle before firming up a little. Jay looked down and couldn't see past them except for between the deep valley. He grabbed two fingers, placed them in the valley and squished his pecs together and started to move his fingers in a thrusting motion.
It was pure sex as his other hand went to his nipple and started to flick and twist and tweak as he fucked his ballooning tits. They continued to grow, and the electricity that zapped through him had stored and pooled into his chest. The energy was growing and growing until suddenly, it felt like it was moving towards is nipples.
Jay was breathing heavily, his room smelling like sex and lust as sweat poured off of his skin making him look like a bronzed medal. He was humping the air, begging for release, and then it happened.
The feeling of energy shot to his nipples like pins and needles and Jay yelled as his hands grabbed both of his tits and squeezed.
White liquid shot from each nipple, getting all over his body and some onto his face. His rock-hard dick was cumming buckets and his ass clenched tightly onto the vibrator that it made the sensations more orgasmic. He continued to moan as spurt after spurt came from his dick and nipples and, as it finally calmed down, he took a finger and dipped it into the nipple cum, and brought it to his mouth. He looked at the camera, knowing full well Pecboi was pleased, and suckled on the finger as seductively as he could.
After a minute or so, Pecboi finished the private session.
The camera switched back to Public and messages flooded in.
Holy shit, his pecs are so big!
Look at them jiggle every time he moves!
Fuck I wanna suckle on those tits!
Is that cum or is he leaking??
Fuck I want that hard dick to breed me!
Such a hot body, I want him to ruin my hole!
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I walked into the bedroom with his phone in my hand, his phone diary that he kept in his notes app was opened and I had zeroed in on a certain date. Brandon was laying in bed in Nike tights watching some stupid Netflix young adult drama on his laptop.
'You know you can tell me anything, right?' I asked.
'Yeah, that's why you're my boyfriend,' he replied.
'Then why are you hiding feelings from me?' I was cool, calm and collected as one should be in an "argument" as not to worry him. 'I only want what's best for you as you would me.'
'Okay, so you found the diary. It's not like you could do anything about it.'
'Stand up for me, now.' I monotonously demanded. He paused Netflix and stood up with a sigh. I looked him right in the eyes. 'You state here,' I begin, holding up his phone. 'States how bad you feel for not being enough for me.'
'You used to get bullied in school and I wanted to stick up for you.'
'And then you proceed to complain that you haven't made any progress at the gym when you've just started a month or two ago full time.'
'Again, I feel like you need-'
'Someone to defend me, just like in school.' I looked into his eyes and pull him in close with my right arm to give him a kiss. I notice he doesn't reciprocate as much but still lovingly enough. 'Besides, I'd rather you gain muscle for yourself rather than for me.'
'But I know you like muscle.'
'Yeah, so do many twinks. Unlike other popper-fucked twinks, I have other types too.' A moment of silence passed. 'Do you want to be muscular?' I ask with a grin, using my right hand now to slowly caress his bicep and glide it down to his chest, past his nipple with a quick pinch and past his abs - slowly as to tickle - before reaching down to his dick. I grope his flaccid bulge and start to toy with it. 'It says here in the next paragraph "I want to make Mike feel good at the same time as wanting to take him over, make him my bitch but I don't look the part". You know what I can do, I've told you before, remember?'
I get down on my knees, phone still in my left hand as I read the sentence. I grip onto his thigh with my right hand and slide it up the back to his little bubble butt, squeezing as I look up at him with my best attempt at an innocent hazel doe-eyes. He looks down with his deep browns and I trigger the connection, now waiting for consent to begin. While he thinks, I pull his hips forward by his ass and open my mouth, extending my tongue to his bulge that has begun getting hard and start to lick it, kiss it, and massage it with my lips.
He let out a breathy gasp and nodded. 'Yes. Please, yes.'
I smirked a devilish smirk and pulled down his Nike tights to let his growing dick free from the confines and immediately wrapped my mouth around it. Soon, he moaned as I deepthroated his cock in one swoop from head to base without gagging. Through the mental connection I made, I drew from him the desired body type he wanted and began to, through my blowjob, inject the essence of that in through his dick. Hey, they don't call it a blowjob for nothing.
'Fuck, you give good head,' Brandon moaned. Then, in the middle of another moan, his breath hitched as I started pumping the essence into him. 'Fuck, it feels like you're blowing air into me.'
I stopped sucking for a second. 'It's gonna feel better, just gotta get past that bloated feeling, okay?'
He nodded and so I continued to suck him off. My mouth was bobbing on his dick, slowly at first before fastening my pace. I started humming on his dick to send vibrations through it and, after tossing his phone aside, I used both hands to massage his bubble butt which I felt start to grow.
Brandons moans got deeper as his voice changed and he gripped my hair to pull me further onto his dick. His fingers extended and his palm got larger as he tightened his grip with yet another loud moan. His dick flexed in my mouth and started to lengthen and widen, having to open my jaw a bit more to fit it in. I looked up to Brandon to see his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth wide open. I had to adjust my positioning on my knees to match his growing height as his body seemed to lengthen out. His torso firstly started to pull in, tapered at the waist before it widened back out, bursting with muscles as if a balloon was being inflated. His abs poked out one by one becoming a cobblestone trail towards his dick and his pecs notably started to stick out as if they were beginning to fill up and harden. With one hand, i reached up to his nipple which started to point downwards, and decided to flick and twist it a little.
'Fuck yes! Ugh!' he shouted. 'Do it again! Please! Fuckkk!' I twisted his nipple again. 'Uhhhh fuckk Mikey, you're making me feel so goood!'
His hips thrusted into my face with more force each time I twisted his nipple. He soon had an open hand shoving me deeper onto his growing dick, now at ten inches long. With each thrust, I felt his ass burst with more muscle and I quickly shucked his Nike tights off his growing thighs. With my right hand, I played with his taint and, with my left, I toyed with the ring of his asshole.
'Fuck, you've got me close!' he moaned wantonly. 'I wanna cum so bad!'
I smiled a bit as I moved my hand from his taint and down the inner thigh, a sensitive spot I found when we first started dating. His moans grew even deeper, more to a lower bass which rumbled something inside of me. It took me a bit to notice but I was as stiff as a rock and my nerves were on fire.
I looked back up to him after caressing his thighs and calves and saw he was posing; I had almost forgot there was a mirror behind us. He looked with half-shut eyes at his reflection as his biceps inflated, veins began to show throughout his body. Soon enough, his face started to change. His jawline sharpened, cheekbones became more prominent and his facial structure became more menacing. His hair receeded a little and a stubbly beard began to grow. He was becoming a man, an Alpha - my Alpha.
Soon, Brandon was thrusting into my mouth, pistoning in and out as I continued to toy with his asshole. His moans were getting louder as he was getting close to cumming, and he was forcing me back onto his dick each chance he could to reach that point. I loved it, my dick dripping with precum. I saw the drool fall from his lips and down his chin and knew this was it.
'Are you ready?' I asked, taking my mouth off his dick. 'You wanna make this permanent?'
'Fuck yes, give it to me. Make it permanent, baby.'
'Are you sure... Daddy?'
He glared down at me at the word "daddy" as we both felt our bodies shiver with that word, and immediately he took my head in both his big hands and shoved me back down on his dick.
'Fucking give it to me boy! Make Daddy happy!'
I sucked like my life depended on it, and Brandon felt it. He was gripping at my hair, pulling me down on his dick as he thrusted. Soon, I reached my hands to his huge ass and separated those ballooned cheeks from each other so I could reach my fingers to his hole. I pushed one finger in, finding his prostate right away.
'Fuck yes! Make me cum! I need to cum so badly, baby!'
I entered a second finger and assaulted his prostate. I began pressing and pounding his prostate with my fingers as I took his now thirteen inch dick down my throat.
'Fuck yes baby! Make me your Daddy! Fucking make me cum!'
With the onslaught of his prostate and the stimulation of my mouth, his moans grew louder and louder before it was almost like he was screaming and, with one more finger in and on his prostate, he blew.
'Fuuuuck! I'm cumming! Take it all bitch! Take daddys load!' he demanded, holding my head down on his dick as rope after rope of cum flushed down my throat.
One, two, three minutes passed as he continued to moan and cum and I was taking it all. I felt full, bloated even as I continued to swallow it down. His face showed pure bliss, his tightened grip on my hair never releasing until finally he had stopped cumming.
His heavy breathing causing his chest to rise and fall greatly had began to slow down as he finally let me off his dick. He looked down at me. 'Are you okay, baby? You're not hurt?'
I smiled at him and stood up. I had to get onto my tippy toes to reach his ear. 'No, I feel amazing thanks to you,' I whispered.
'I feel as amazing as you do, no doubt.' He grinned and swooped me into his arms. He rotated me 'til my back was to him and we were both facing the mirror. He looked amazing and his body was much larger and wider than me. He trapped me in his big arms and turned me to the bed before pushing me down. 'Now get ready, coz Daddy's gonna fuck you good. You want that baby?'
'Yes, Daddy, fuck me good. Put that Alpha dick to good use and make me cum.'
'Anything for my baby boy. Now be a good boy and arch that back.'
'Yes, Daddy.'
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He Didn’t See It Coming.
He didn’t see it coming. I had just started fucking him and I could feel the effects kick in instantly. With my hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards me as I thrust forward, I felt the power flow through me and, soon, a growing feeling. As I fucked hard, I could feel his shoulders shrinking and looked down in pure bliss to see his whole body becoming smaller.
It wasn’t long before my dick got bigger - it was growing inside him, which made him moan louder and higher. Not too much longer, he shouted in orgasm, cumming all over his sheets. And then I was out the door.
It was a bit after I finished fucking him that it decided to act. I had just gotten back into the elevator on his way from his apartment that I felt the growth hit. It started in my bicep which swelled, ballooning bigger as the elevator went down. I smiled, looked into the elevator mirror and lifted my sleeve up. As I flexed, my bicep jumped into a larger size almost as big as my head.
Soon, the rest of my body would follow as I felt the energy coarse through my veins. That guy didn’t see it coming; a slim skater boy who stole his muscles.
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Wish Granter
I wish I had the body of my dreams. We’re not talking set goals as if I were a bodybuilder or something, no, we’re talking about crazy-ass horny dreams.
The dream was that my ass was inflated into two giant globes that were firm yet squishy enough and jiggled with each step, and to have pecs ballooned into at least a D cup, also firm but squishy, and small nipples so sensitive I could just cum from only a little amound of fondling.
I didn’t realise when I wished this, it would come true. I had woken up on my day off and decided to go to the pictures to watch the latest movie.
As I sat in the theatre, I felt a tightness in my chest and a swelling in my ass. I looked down and my chin was met with my shir and, soon enough, I had found my pecs were growing. As they grew, they tingled and it felt like electricity was running through them. I shifted a little and my shirt brushed up against my nipples and I had to bite my lip to stop a moan from slipping. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quiet enough and the guy next to me - a daddy, might I add - had turned his head and smiled as if he didn’t think what was happening was odd.
My shirt strained against my new set of heaving pecs and they slowed to a stop, and I had felt my pants tear at the ass a little. When I reached under my chair to feel my ass, I was shocked at how big it had grown. I hoped that I could even get out of my chair.
Out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my inner thigh; it was the daddy. He smiled once more and gestured to follow him. Soon enough, I was following him into the disability bathroom which was only one stall and he immediately pinned me up against the wall, my hands above my head.
He started kissing down my neck, my breathing heavy already. He tore my tight shirt off and groped at my tits, moulding them like clay before moving to the nipples. He pinched and pulled them and I wantonly moaned as if he was hitting my prostate, but he hadn’t entered me yet. He moved his head down and, before I knew it, he suckled at my nipples, biting and licking at the little sensitive nubs. I could’ve been yelling had he not put one of his hands over my mouth - the other was caressing just under my ass cheek. My body was on fire and I felt something running down the back of my leg. Before I could even question it properly, he lifted his head from my nipple and held up his hand that held my ass. It was covered in transparent liquid as if it were lube. He licked a finger and paused. I watched his pupils dilate as his head turned to me. He shoved another finger into my mouth to give me a taste and I understood why; it tasted like honey and, no sooner had I swallowed it down, my dick shot up harder than it had ever been. It was like an aphrodisiac, pure lust coarsing through both our bodies.
He immediately turned me around and pulled down my almost-torn shorts and buried his face in the pillows of my asscheeks. He ate at it, starving for more, ravishing my hole as if it were dessert. I could no longer hold back my moans as I whined for more, but he was too quick. Soon, he was stood, naked behind me, his thick cock locked on target for my hole, and he shoved it in. There was no pain, there was no blockage, it went straight inside and I saw stars.
He pounded away like a jackhammer, in and out as quick as possible, hitting that sweet spot every time, and I was screaming in the throes of ecsasty. His hands smacked at my ass til it was raw and groped onto my pecs again, before moving to my overly sensitive nipples. He tugged on them as he kissed my neck and edged me closer and closer to orgasm.
He was moaning almost as loud as I was before his movements became rigid. We both shouted as we both hit orgasm. He filled me up with baby batter and I polished the wall with stream after stream of cum. My chest exploded too, cum steaming from my nipples as if I were a cow as he continued to tug on them.
It was the most intense orgasm of my life and, as soon as it was over, I wanted more. I was desperate for more; I was on my knees begging him for more and he just smiled.
He told me he was the one that made my wish come true and he was only here for the first drop to claim his own reward. With that, he left, and I was immediately on grindr looking for the next person who was ready to ravish me. There was no going back from this.
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