#biker tf

[octuscle]

A biker decides to throw a party at his house but only invite one guy to turn him into his dream house boy.

(Rest in DMS xxx)

I'm convinced that I'm a fucking jackpot. I'm clever, I'm damn successful professionally with my biotechnology start-up. And thanks to my genes, hard work in the gym and some of my own inventions, I can't say I'm anything other than a wank template made flesh.

My mother, who sadly passed away at an early age, always said that envy is the most honest form of appreciation. My fucking neighbor must appreciate me enormously. Envy literally oozes from every pore of his big drunkard nose. An incredibly unpleasant guy. He's hated me ever since I offered him USD 5 million for his apartment to enlarge my dressing room and add a spa to my bathroom. Luckily, I have a range of products to help me with my plans. And I want to be rid of this pain in the ass by New Year.

The flyer with "Dear neighbor, it may get a little noisy today, but just come to my party. There'll be caviar and champagne, as much as you like" I just dropped it in my neighbor's letterbox. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist this offer. So at 7 p.m., my doorbell rings. I smile at him and say that he's quite early. He's already at the caviar bowls, shoveling Beluga Severol onto his blinis. Well… What can I say… It's not beluga… But I'm proud of the effect.

With his mouth full, my unkempt, disgusting neighbor asks when the other guests are coming. He'd like to be back in his apartment by then. Too bad, I reply, you would have hoped to settle your dispute today. I open a bottle of Dom Perignon and pour two glasses. I grin. I grin very broadly. I can see that the "caviar" is already starting to take effect. My neighbor burps. And farts. Phew! It stinks of fermented herring! But I can see his fat melting away. He looks younger and younger. And he has to fart again. Holy shit, my invention is obviously not free of side effects. My neighbor starts giggling silly. He lisps so that his pants slip down. He starts calling me "Daddy". He asks if his daddy wants to dance with him. He starts shaking his increasingly grotesque-looking ass. Somehow, unlike the rest of his body, it's not getting any slimmer. His pants slide to the floor. He strips naked, still dancing. And asks if Daddy has anything to wear. I have something prepared…

The advantage of the motorcycle suit is that when I'm not fucking the Dainese drone, it holds my houseboy's farts. In a week's time, just after the New Year, the workmen will arrive and combine his and my apartment. He'll get a room next to the laundry room. And a special ventilation system will be installed in the darkroom. Otherwise, it's really no fun fucking my houseboy's otherwise damn delicious big ass.

That was all a few months ago now. Yes, I've gotten used to my boi's flatulence. I've decorated him a bit. With his teenage fuzz on his upper lip, he looks even dumber than he's actually become. But he blows like a devil. And I love it when he's happy as a puppy when I come home in the evening.

First two pics found @elbe-lad, home of hot leather studs.

#male tf #age reduction #twink tf #biker tf #revange tf

[fredwkong]

hi. I was finally given a vacation for the first time in 2 years of work, and I would really like to spend it away from home. I want to travel around the world and visit remote corners of Asia, Africa and America. but I'm afraid that with my 25-year-old blasphemous body and European type of appearance, I will look like a typical tourist, and I would like more inclusivity. what do you recommend? ;)

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your world tour is sure to be a blast!

You wake up as your nose fills with the thick, rich smell of a man’s sweaty body odour. The smell is so strong that it takes you a moment to get your bearings. You’re in a hostel room, the other bunks full of gently snoring men. Outside the window, dawn is just starting to break.

There’s no AC in Malaysian hostels like this, so you’ve been sweating all night, and the stench is thick around you. But it’s not like you wouldn’t be sweaty again in a few minutes, so you decide to skip the shower. You ran out of deodorant somewhere between India and Myanmar, and you don’t have the spare cash to buy any more.

As you slip back into your still-wet biking gear in the bathroom, you check yourself out in the mirror. You’re paler than most of the people in this part of the world, but with your dark eyes and arresting features, everyone can see that you’re mixed. That means that you’re welcome everywhere, and no guy has ever hooked up with a boy like you before, well, you. Hopefully, by the time you and your motorbike roll up to Singapore, you’ll still be cute and sweaty enough that a hunky daddy will pay for you to continue your travels somewhere else.

Enjoy your vacation!

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#male transformation #mental change #answered ask #reality change #race change #musk tf #tf vacation #male tf #mixed race tf #biker tf #all fwkong

[idesofrevolution]

A Day at the Track

Damn that smile. That adorable, sexy smile. One flash of it and I was hooked. I never knew what that innocent little smirk would have in store for me. Not that I didn’t enjoy every last minute of what came after. It would change me forever. Quite literally.

I’ll be the first to say that I wasn’t ever interested in motocross. But when opportunity knocks, you take the first chance you can get. So when I was offered a summer gig working at the track, I sniped it as quick as I could. It was just something until I could get a decent job, anyway. The track was loud, beat up, filled with white trash people and mosh pits. It was not my type of crowd, but it paid well at 11.50/hr. All I had to do was pretty much do whatever the rider asked me to do. I had worked there for three months, and worked with 15 riders before I was offered a job as the office manager at a tax place downtown. No more shitty racetrack job.

I put in my notice, and went to what I thought would be my last rider. That’s when I met Cash. That’s right, the Cash Rockford. As in the 6-time champion motocross rider. He was 22 years old, cocky as all hell, and plowed everything in sight; even the competition. It didn’t take me long to realize just how cocky Cash was, all I had to do was walk into his tent.

He was nowhere to be seen, but that didn’t mean I didn’t see him. Posters of himself were plastered all over the canvas walls. A stack of autographed pictures sat on a table, next to all six of his top prize awards. Hawkstone. Hangtown. The biggest and most dangerous competitions in the Motocross world. As I looked around the empty tent, two white gloved hands covered my mouth and wrapped around my stomach.

“Guess who?” I felt hot breath on the back of my neck, sending goosebumps all down my spine. I pulled free, and spun around to see Cash, alive and looking rather beaten up after his first race, which I imagine he won. Fuck he was cute, I knew he was a complete asshat, but the sight of him sure made me stir a bit. “Whassup, brother?” He walked past me, tossing his helmet to the side, and laying down on his cot.

“Sorry I missed your first race, did you find everything okay?” I offered him a water bottle, which he gladly took, downing it in one try. He tossed the bottle to the side, and let out a huge belch.

“Yeah, man. Kind of a smaller tent than I’m used to.” He shifted a bit, before patting the seat next to him. “Here, sit down bro.” None of the other riders had ever extended an offer to sit down. It was unusual, but i didn’t want him to give grief to my boss. I’d hear about it, and I really wanted to keep him as a reference, so I obliged and sat down on the cot. The minute my butt touched the fabric, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to a laying position right beside him. “Dude, relax. Take a load off.” I was uncomfortable, but secretly turned on by how aggressive he was. This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and made it happen. “So, listen. I know you’ve heard of me, so, yeah. It’s all good, I’ll give you an autograph or whatever. But gimme a second, I just gotta lay around for a minute.” He put his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, probably waiting for me to praise and worship him.

“I don’t actually know you. I don’t watch motocross.” He shot up and raised an eyebrow at me, clearly intrigued.

“Really? This is a first. You never got interested in the thrill of the bike?” I shook my head. “Never wanted to wear the helmet and leathers? Never wanted to get all the redneck babes you could handle? Never wanted to make shit tons of money for riding on pure adrenaline?” Well, when he put it that way, it did sound rather interesting. I guess it could be pretty fun. I didn’t have much time to reflect, though, before he pinned me down, and straddled me with a playful grin on that adorable cocky face. “Tell ya what, I’ll give ya a taste. If you like it, we can ride together. I need a partner for the sidecar race anyway.” I could do nothing but nod, completely taken in by the situation at hand.

Cash grabbed my throat, lightly choking me, and came real close to me. I felt that hot breath again, now on my ear, before he bit at the lobe ever so slightly. It was then that I began to smell his scent. He doused himself in Old Spice, that really good smelling island type, and beneath it all was the intense, sweaty musk that comes out of a hard race in the summer heat. He smelled like no one I’d ever encountered. It was intoxicating. He let go of my neck only to rip off his white gloves, and unzip his leathers. His body glistened with sweat, beads trailing down his smooth, lean body. He kicked his boots off, and straddled me with only his black underwear on.

“C’mon boy. I know you like it.” He ripped my shirt from my body, as I kicked off my pants. He began to lean in, and went straight for the kill. I felt his wet, sticky skin touch mine, and his silky lips locked with mine. Grinding his damp briefs against my raging boner, and literally sucking my tongue out of my mouth, precum began to seep out of my stretched boxers.

We made out for what felt like hours, before I felt completely covered in his sexy, musky sweat. He may have had the Old Spice to cover up the smell, but I had nothing of the kind. I smelled like a wet dog, I’m sure, but I loved every minute of it. He suddenly broke our session, and sat up straight. He slowly slid off his boxers, revealing his hard, uncut cock. He grasped it and ran his tip over the sweaty appendage.

“Hey, I always had this thing for guys putting my gear on…” He leaned over and grabbed his helmet, and handed it to me. “Put it on, babe.” I did as I was ordered, and placed the helmet onto my head. I thought he smelled, but I hadn’t tried on his helmet. It stunk to high hell of sweat. It was 91 degrees out that day, so it was sopping wet with his perspiration. “Yeah, that’s so hot, babe.” He began to rub his bubble butt against my throbbing member, while his fingers twisted my nipples. He was a damn good fuck… “Put the suit on.” He ordered, and I obliged.

He rolled off me for the time being, but began to run his hands down my treasure trail, before slipping under my waistband. I gasped as I felt his slick hands touch my cock, sliding up and down beneath my pre-soaked briefs. I grabbed the suit, and as smoothly as I could, slid my feet into the legs. The heavy, wet fabric stuck to my skin as my feet and legs slid into it, before my feet poked out the ends. I pulled up the suit and slipped my arms into the sleeves, coating them in a thick smear of slimy sweat.

“Oh fuck yeah, babe. That’s so fuckin hot. You like wearing my sweaty, stinky leathers?” I nodded, gasping and moaning from his hands pumping my delicate cock. “You like how leathers feel, don’t ya?” I nodded again, inhaling a deep whiff of the musky helmet. He grabbed his boots from the floor, and slid them on my bare feet. They were still hot, damp from his rank, dirty feet. “Yeah, you like that. You like feelin’ like this.” I felt surges of energy throughout me, like I drank four energy drinks and an espresso. I was ravenous, and every passing moment I got more ravenous. He slid my underwear off from inside the unzipped suit, and began sucking. I instinctively picked up the gloves from beside me and slipped them on, my hands feeling every ounce of his fluids and essence coating me.

To the outside world, I looked like Cash Rockford. A guy in bike leathers getting his cock sucked by some hot person. I began to feel like Cash Rockford, with confidence and cockiness swelling up inside me. I grasped the back of his head and began to thrust it down, spearing it on my engorged cock. I began to think like Cash Rockford, enjoying the rush of adrenaline, enjoying the pleasure of my wet dick in a mouth. I loved it. I loved all of it. I thought of riding my bike up the steep jumps and curved banks. Feeling the sweat pour down my brow as the sun bears down on my airborne body.

The pleasure of this revelation became too much, and I shot the biggest load of my life down Cash’s throat. I howled like a wolf, deep and guttural, the sound ringing in my head. Cash looked up at me, and gasped for breath before zipping the suit up, and straddling me once more.

“There, babe. You don’t have to dream it anymore. Just do it.” He ripped the helmet from me, revealing my new sexy face. My chiseled jawline, low brows, and plump lips were enough to make any woman or man jizz upon sight. He ran his hands down my thick, muscled body, hidden under his dirt-stained leathers. I smirked and grabbed his cum-covered face and dragged it into a kiss, thankful for my new life.

These days I spend most of my time with him on the road. We compete in sidecar competitions, and even against eachother every once in a while. He may not admit it, but I’m gettin’ to be just as good as he is. I love the bike. I love the thrill. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[sneakyparsnipslicer]

A Chance Encounter

[A request from @leathercanuck90, enjoy folks!]

Neil had been on the road for hours. Driving down the motorway returning home from work, the sky was blackened and the rain was chucking it down. It wasn't exactly his ideal weather to be driving in, in fact he was anxious each time a car sped by on another lane.

It had been a rough few months for Neil, work had needed him to stay on for overtime in the office, his wife had divorced him taking the kids with her, his luck was just about running out and sometimes he wished it was all over. But he kept telling himself it had to get better at some point.

Driving on, he checked a sign at the side of the road, about 5 miles to home, and a service station coming up. He considered it for a moment. He did need to piss from all the coffee he'd been drinking on his shift, wouldn't be a bad idea to stop and get something to eat either. He switched on his indicator and moved to the left-most lane, turning onto the road that led to a car park. Neil parked his car and undid his seatbelt, turning the engine off. He sighed and looked ahead. He could see the lights of the garage in the distance. He put on his raincoat and opened his door, being greeted to the cold, wet rain hammering down outside. He shut his car door, locking it and proceeded to hurry over to the building.

Getting inside he lowered his hood and dried his shoes on the mat. Looking around he could see a little cafe with a seating area, nearby toilets, not too many people around. It wasn't too bad, quite charming infact. Neil wanted to have a look at the cafe to see what was available, but then he remembered his bladder was full. He could get some food after.

Hurrying into the men's toilet, he ran over to the urinal closest to the door, unzipped his trousers and began to piss, sighing in relief. He hoped for a moment that nobody had heard him, but there seemed to be nobody else there. He shrugged and continued pissing. A few seconds later he heard footsteps and the door was slammed open. A sweaty-looking man dressed in motorbike leathers burst in panting, spooking Neil. The man looked to see Neil and composed himself, giving Neil a nod and walking over to the urinal next to him.

'Hey, sorry if I frightened you pal. I'm bursting! Bit of a bad night huh?' the man asked, unzipping his trousers and pulling his dick out.

'Oh yeah, it's awful!' said Neil, nervously chuckling. He eyed the man next to him, he seemed to be impressively built and he couldn't help noticing the size of his cock.

'Where you coming in from then?' the biker asked, looking to Neil, who he noticed was looking and began to chuckle. Neil looked to him and read the situation.

'Oh, oh no sorry!' stammered Neil.

'Hey it's alright. Hell, I've got nowhere to be if you've got time' said the biker, winking at him. Neil froze on the spot. Was this man offering himself to him.

'Umm, sorry Sir, I'm not about that life' said Neil, looking away and beginning to zip up his trousers.

'Aww come on buddy, it'd be just us, nobody has to know!' teased the biker, leaning towards him, knocking him playfully on the shoulder. Neil thought about it. It wasn't like he was married anymore, life had been pretty shit lately but this absolute leather stud of a man was offering something he knew he'd always been curious about.

'C'moooon!' whined the biker. Neil looked to the ceiling, shaking his head.

'Fine, why not?' said Neil, flapping his arms in surrender.

'Oh hell yeah!' cried the biker, zipping up his flyers and getting a good look at Neil.

'So, uh. How would we go about this?' asked Neil. The biker approached him, sizing him up.

'Well first' began the biker, lifting Neil up by his armpits and slamming him into the wall, pinning him close to it, giving his neck a good, deep sniff.

'Oh, my…' said Neil in surprise, not expecting such force.

'Mmmm, you smell so good' said the biker seductively, kissing Neil's neck. Neil could feel himself hardening in his pants.

'It's Imperial Leather' Neil chuckled, the biker thrusted his pelvis into Neil causing him to moan out.

'Oh you like leather huh? Guess it's your lucky night!' said the biker smiling, looking at Neil's lips. He moved in and kissed Neil passionately, pushing him even more into the wall.

'God I want to be inside you!' the biker growled, moving his hands to feel Neil's slim frame. Neil thought about it, he'd never actually been fucked in the ass before.

'Does it hurt?' asked Neil absent-mindedly, to which the biker pulled back and looked at him confused.

'I mean does it hurt when a guy's entering your backside? I've always wondered' said Neil. The biker began laughing.

'Oh Honey! You're new to all this huh?' he asked, kissing Neil gently.

'Well I mean this is the first time I've had the chance to have sex with a man' Neil explained. The biker nodded in understanding.

'I see, well from my experience it doesn't. You'll love what I'm gonna do to you. You're a bit of a tight squeeze, but I can work with that' the biker said, reaching around to caress Neil's ass.

'Oh, I see. Well then, should we go somewhere so nobody finds us?' asked Neil. The biker shook his head and turned Neil to face the wall, pinning him to it again.

'Nah, this shouldn't take long' said the biker, massaging Neil's ass, crouching down to undo Neil's belt and pull his trousers and pants down. Neil placed his hands on the wall and looked down as he saw his own dick spring free of it's confines. The biker proceeded to plunge his tongue into Neil's ass hole, making him yelp out in surprise. He could feel it tickling the sides as it explored, lubricating it. It felt amazing. Neil looked to the ceiling, breathing heavily, moaning and panting.

'Alright buddy, going in!' said the biker as he unzipped his own leather trousers and dropped them to his ankles, pulling down his own boxers and placing his dick between Neil's ass cheeks. He started out slow as it slid into the untouched territory. Neil began moaning, slapping his right hand on the wall. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced and he was loving it. The biker began grunting as he began to fuck his way in gradually deeper and deeper. Eventually his whole dick was inside Neil's ass.

'Now here's where the magic happens Baby' whispered the biker, and he placed his hands on Neil's shoulders, which to Neil's astonishment began to sink through his shirt's fabric and merge with his shoulders. He was lost for words, he could only watch as the biker's arms proceeded to slip into his own, taking control of them and giving ownership to the biker. The arms began to feel Neil's body.

'Feels good don't it?' asked the biker. Neil nodded, gasping from the warm, orgasmic sensation he was feeling. The biker rested his chin on Neil's right shoulder and placed the hands against the wall, pressing his chest against Neil's back.

The biker began to move his feet into Neil's legs, starting with his right one, letting it sink in, and then the left one. Neil was beginning to lose all feeling as this new sensation of the biker invading his body overtook him. All responsibilities, all the shit going on in life just didn't matter to him anymore. It was all about this biker now.

The biker began gyrating his hips, sinking further into Neil's body, merging with his ass, back and chest. Then he pushed Neil's head against the wall as he proceeded to merge his head with Neil's. Eventually the biker was fully inside Neil's body and grabbed his new dick, pumping several loads of cum out, alongside all of Neil's memories, anxiety and sorrows. He stood there a new man with a mix of Neil's clothes and the biker's leathers. He began to chuckle.

'Well, Mr. Neil that was glorious, but I think I'm gonna go by Larry now' said the man, removing his clothing. He felt everything, his new ass, his dick, he checked himself out in the mirror. A lot of Neil's face had been kept.

'Oh Honey we're looking cute as fuck now!' Larry chuckled, flexing and admiring his own muscles. He put on the biker's leathers, leaving Neil's clothes behind and walked out of the toilets, he took a nose ring out of his pocket and clipped it on and headed back to the car park. It was still raining outside, but that wasn't a problem. He sauntered over to his motorbike and began to rev the engine.

'Mmmm, yeah. Hear that baby purr!' whispered Larry. Putting on his helmet and speeding off into the night.

#straight to gay #gay #leather #biker #male tf #male transformation #merging #possession

[21wanderer]

Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

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[curtsycream]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Blurb

this is shit but I can’t get the idea of SOA AU Ghost video chatting his girlfriend for video sex. Idk just me, I doubt it.

Simon enjoyed many things about his girlfriend but one thing seemed to stick out over all else. It was the expressions and sounds she would make while her fingers were buried deep in her cunt. It was a turn-on that he witnessed a lot through the screen of his computer.

“Add another finger lovie, you can take more than two. We both know that..” his voice was always raspy during moments like that. He couldn’t help it with one hand wrapped around his cock and the other gripping his desk. She was a sight to behold as he stroked his cock to her sputtering moans.

Her legs were always parted giving him a clear view of her fingers disappearing inside of herself. The needy moans leaving her lips were always paired with her teary eyes. She would always be close to her climax but knew she couldn’t until he said so.

Simon’s voice becomes a low growl, his desire is evident. “That's it, baby. Let me hear you moan... You sound so fucking good." He was watching intently as she continued to pleasure herself. His pace aligned with hers though his gradually became faster. It was never enough for him to just hear and see her he craved being there.

Her back arched as she used three fingers to fuck herself. Her pussy visibly clenching and unclenching around her fingers. “Simon..” she moans out.

His voice becomes low and commanding, "Fuck, lovie. Keep fingering yourself until you come undone. Show me how much you want it. That’s it cum for me..” His eyes burn with desire as he watches her pleasure herself eagerly.

Her eyebrows furrow as she tosses her head back. Her legs tremble as she cums hard around her fingers. When she pulls her fingers out a string of cum connects her fingers to her pussy.

The sight was enough for him, letting out a moan of his own he came. His hand gripping the desk twitched as he looked down at the mess he made of his pants. Looking back up towards the camera the corner of his lip quirked up. “Look at you, always so good for me. Only three more weeks,” he told her.

The thought was enough for her, she couldn’t wait to see what would happen when he got home. But for now, she would be satisfied with this, after all, it was only temporary.

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[worldoffetish69]

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[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Freedom of the road

It was a really lovely day in May. Joe almost didn't mind waiting for his colleague in the warm sunshine of the parking lot with birds singing and flowers blooming in fields of green grass in the nearby park. The only trouble was, that he would have preferred spending his Sunday another way, perhaps walking a bit in the park or sitting in his garden. Instead, it was the culmination of a most stressful week at the accounting company Joe worked at. There were several large statements due for Monday, and Joe and his colleague Terry didn't see any other way of getting it done but working an extra shift on Sunday.

Finally, Terry arrived in his small car.

"Sorry", he said. "Traffic was really bad. The moment the sun comes out, all the streets are full of bikers."

The way Terry said that left no doubt on what his thoughts about the aforementioned group of traffic participants was.

Terry was a short man with some extra pounds while Joe was long and thin. Both wore glasses and looked like the stereotypical accounts they were.

"No worries, we have the whole day", Joe said sarcastically and sighed. "Let's get started."

Joe and Terry entered the office building and made their way to the elevator. As Joe was about to exit the elevator behind Terry, he saw something glittering on the floor. As he reached down to pick it up, he saw a small coin. Neat. He would have to clean it properly at home, perhaps it was valuable. Joe put it carefully in his wallet and didn't notice it disappeared once he closed the wallet again.

"Are you coming?" he heard Terry calling and hurried up to the door to their office Terry was holding open.

The first few hours, the work was rather uneventful with files piling up on both desks. However, as the morning progressed, Joe was feeling more and more unrest.

"Do you mind if I put on some music?", he asked his coworker.

"No problem", answered Terry who was looking at his computer screen.

It took Joe some time to find something he liked. Normally, he was a big fan of classical music, but today, it seemed too boring. Finally, he settled on some 90s and 80s rock music. Not his usual taste, but a good fit for the day, he decided.

It made things somewhat better, but he couldn't concentrate on his work well. He found himself browsing the web instead, visiting some meme sites, reading news, and so on. Besides boredom, there was another problem he had. Ever since they started working, he was feeling increasingly horny today. That was rather unusual, as he usually had his needs well under control, but today it was especially bad.

His browsing changed to looking at pictures of girls online. That helped for a while, but over time, the pictures did less and less for him. He switched to scantily clad ones and finally to full front NSFW porn, but it was no use. It was like he was looking for something these girls just couldn't give him. His gaze wandered to the window, and he looked to the sun-kissed world outside.

"You know, I'm going to take a break. Get outside for a bit and see the sun." Joe finally said.

"Sure thing", replied Terry without taking his eyes off the screen.

Joe got up and walked towards the door. He felt strangely empty inside when he stepped out into the sunlight. It was like this place was sucking away all his energy.

He was surprised when Terry joined him on his way out.

"Are you coming with me? I thought you didn't believe in taking walks." Joe said.

"I don't, but I do need some fresh air occasionally", Terry answered with a smirk.

Joe shrugged and followed his colleague out of the building. They crossed the road together and went through a small park where they sat down on one of the benches to enjoy the weather. Joe was very self-conscious because of his boner that just wouldn't go away on his own.

As he looked over to Terry however, he noticed that the other man seemed to have a very similar problem. His pants were tented, and he tried to casually readjust himself without Joe noticing. For some reason that excited Joe more than the pictures of girls he looked at for the last hour. It might be the spring fever, but he really wanted to see what was under these pants of Terrys.

"What's wrong?", Joe asked suddenly.

Terry froze for a moment before answering: "Nothing, why?"

"You seem nervous or something. Is everything okay?" Joe pressed.

"Yeah... Yeah it is", Terry answered hesitantly. "I'm just a little tired from yesterday's work."

"That's not what I meant...", Joe continued, but stopped when he saw Terry pull down his zipper. The sight of his coworker's cock caused his own dick to twitch painfully in his pants. "Oh my god!", Joe exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just so horny today!" Terry exclaimed. A drop of pre was forming on the tip of his cock.

"It's just that you're so hot today!" Terry continued. "I've been watching you all morning and I can't stop thinking about your body."

Joe wasn't gay - at least that's what he thought - but he felt really excited by the sight. He looked around and finally saw some dense bushes at the edge of the neighboring parking lot and pointed at them. "Let's go over there", he suggested, rubbing over his own bulge.

Terry agreed and followed him to the bushes, pulling down his zipper as he walked. Once they reached the shrubs, Joe pushed him against one of them and kissed him passionately. He could feel Terry's hardening cock pressing into his belly as they made out.

"Oh God, Joe.", Terry panted. "Do you think you could... you know...", he was interrupted by a needy moan escaping his lips.

Joe smiled and pulled away from Terry's mouth, looking him straight in the eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes!" Terry almost shouted and grabbed Joe's waistband.

Joe let him get a hold of his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers. As soon as they were open, Terry took both sides of the material in hand and tugged them down to Joe's ankles, freeing his member. It was already fully erect and dripping with precum.

Joe barely noticed that his cock was way larger than he was used to. He roughly spun Terry around and pulled down the other man’s pants as well, exposing his asshole. Then he pushed his cock head against it, teasingly rubbing it along Terrys hole.

"Oh please! Please fuck me!", Terry begged, pushing back onto Joe's cock.

Joe pushed harder until finally he felt his cockhead pop inside Terrys ass. Terry moaned and leaned forward. His back seemed to stretch as he did, getting just a bit larger.

Joe started thrusting slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of being deep inside another man for the first time. With each thrust, some detail about the both of them changed: Joe slowly developed muscles all over his body. Where his body had been a beanpole before, definition and mass began to grow in.

While this was certainly impressive, Terry's changes were even more drastic. His skin darkened with each thrust, until it became black. Not black as in a dark-skinned person black, but really midnight-black. His body hardened, some regions more so than others. It felt amazing for Terry, as he watched his torso expanding and hardening to cold metal. Tubes and pipes formed through his entire body, as he leaned forward even more, now touching the ground with his outstretched hands.

Meanwhile, Joe increased the pace. He was completely enthralled by the sensation of his cock going in and out the leathery black ass of the other man that be barely noticed chest hair growing in on his muscular chest. His shoulders widened and he felt powerful and manly. A dense but short beard grew in, and his face became squarer and masculine.

Terry felt his arms and legs become fixated to each other and saw tires growing in between them. He felt energetic and powerful, too, but in an entirely different kind. It was clear that he was nothing more than a tool, a thing to serve a real men. But he was a powerful tool, freedom incarnate. He could go as fast as the wind and still made his owner look manly and sexy.

Joe let out a loud groan as his last powerful strokes sent him over the edge and he came all over his bike, just as a rough chain necklace formed around his neck. Of course, he immediately wiped the black leather clean again. After all, his bike was his most prized possession, no stains or dirt allowed. Sometimes it just overcame him, and he got so turned on by his own body and bike that he just needed release. And when there was no willing twink nearby, he just needed to stop at some parking lot and rub one out.

He looked over to the office building nearby and grinned. He really couldn't imagine working in one of those blocks as an office drone. He was enjoying the freedom of the road way too much, even though he barely had any money.

He got on his bike again and started up the engine which roared to life. Perhaps he should give his bike a name at some point. But then again, even if he loved it to no end, it was, after all, just a thing, and things had no name.

What a great pair! If you want to read more stories in the same format, be sure to have a look at my other ones!

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #two sides of the same coin #biker #muscle transformation #straight to gay

[mrswarnerxo]

choosing between a biker bf and a rich bf is so hard like why cant i choose both but NO YOU HAVE TO CHOOSE ONE.

#biker #biker boy #rich boy #rich #books #bookish #reader problems #like why cant i choose both #tf

[tecchous-thicc-buttocks]

bsd fandom has been SLEEPING on the crazy potential of the government spies. this is unacceptable I will tolerate it no longer.

think about it: the pm was definitely not tachi's first mission as a hunting dog?? (the southern hemisphere doesn't exist in bsd but) if I tell you fukuchi sent him on a mission to south america and his cover was a tango dancer YOU CANNOT TELL ME IM WRONG HE CAN BUST OUT THE MOVES I STG IM NOT DELUSIONAL

ango was investigating some powerful ability user and was sent undercover as a housekeeper in that dude's house. hence, all drawings of ango in a maid outfit are canon, he told me himself actually.

I know 100% rimbaud has a bunch of tattoos under his coat because he was trying to infiltrate some biker gang at some point in his career. he's probably incredibly ripped under his layers of year-round seasonal depression and jackets. don't try to argue with me.

#tango tachi has been living in my head for the past week and I can no longer function as a human being #IMAGINE THOSE HIPS #i'm going insane #alt: belly dancer tachi #I've never seen a male belly dancer irl but but #consider it #CONSIDER IT #he's sent to the middle east to investigate smth and he's got the coins on the hips the wrists the ankles #شيك شاك شوك starts playing #(as a foreigner he'd just look so out of place but shush) #rimbaud has to shave his head due to said biker gang #he's actually just been wearing a wig of his own hair this entire time #rimbaud with a buzz cut?????? #and a super heavy french accent while riding harleys in the highways of america yeehaw #bsd spy potential is INSANE #im gonna make this a series i stg #(it's gonna be tachi-centric but who tf cares) #tachi michi spy adventures #trademarking that #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd tachihara #tachihara bsd #ango bsd #bsd ango #rimbaud bsd #bsd rimbaud #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons

[octuscle]

I’ve seen a lot of your biker stories and I just kinda want my boyfriend to become a young stud biker now…. Him getting home from work, removing his boots and stinking up the whole house with his big stinking feet would be amazing… thanks a lot

Convincing your friend to get a motorcycle license was anything but difficult… The first moment he was in a motorcycle suit gave you both a hard-on. And your boyfriend is a natural on a motorcycle. Driving school was a piece of cake for him. And in the first photo you took of him after he passed his driving test, he looked more than just scrumptious.

The bills were not so cool. Helmet, motorcycle suit, boots, driver's license… It wasn't all for nothing. And although it's a ridiculously weak machine, the loan installments for the bike are a real burden for you. You have the option of putting in extra shifts. And your boyfriend has had to look for extra jobs. The night shifts at the petrol station were lucrative, but took a lot out of your private life. You didn't see each other for weeks. And his messages and even his language on the phone started to change. Rougher. Harder. More masculine. Yes, you didn't see each other anymore. But the phone sex was awesome.

"Bish, gud news. Got a new job. We can fucc agin in the evening". A wet spot formed in your underpants at the message. "My motorcycle is in the workshop. Im just tuning up the bike. It's finna b poggers. Picc meh up @ the gas station after werk."

You can't wait. You can already smell the oil and leather in your nose. And then you see your friend waiting for you.

He quit his old job at the bank a long time ago. But he earns good money as a motorcycle tuner. And his job as a tattoo artist brings in enough money to pay for your motorcycle license.

#male tf #reality change #inked man #biker tf #leather tf

[wolfspiders-web]

me losing my ABSOLUTE MIND over voicechat when I realize Gunmax is also a green biker dude.

#brave police j-decker #brave police j decker #gunmax #mega man x #green biker dude #bpjd #mmx #I may or may not refine this like the DB/Axl one #if I do it's low priority #but oh my god HOW TF DID I NEVER MAKE THIS CONNECTION #IT'S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE

[thelaisydazy]

I was up all night and badly need a nap. The request box is open for whatever you want to drop in. I'll go through everything either tonight or tomorrow.

#dazy speaks #call of duty #cod #cod fanfic #141 firefighters #firefighter!simon riley #141 band #band!141 #tf 141 x reader #cod 141 #biker!simon riley #medieval!141

[myperfectdad]

35. Property transfer

When I returned to full awareness, I was on my knees.  This part was not uncommon.  Son often switched me off when he had some new programming to install in my head.  Sometimes, I would wake up hours, even days later, in a different location, wearing different clothes.  There was always a moment of disorientation before Son’s programming activated, but in a minute or two the installation would be complete and the new information would override anything I’d previously thought or believed.

The difference this time was that there was no new programming.  I knelt on the cold pavement waiting for the new thoughts to fill my head, but nothing did.

“This is My dad.”  The voice of my hot Son instantly made me hard.  This was programmed behavior, of course, but I totally would have anyway.  He was sexy and dominant in his leather uniforms, and his voice was gruff and gravelly, just like I like it.  I looked up and saw my Son approaching with Stranger.  That wasn’t his name, of course, but my Son programmed me to be unable to remember anyone else’s name.  I’m fine with that.  Everyone but my Son is Stranger in my mind.

“What’s wrong with him?” Stranger asked.

“Nothing,” Son replied.  It was obvious they were talking about me.

“Obviously something, if you don’t want him anymore,” Stranger said.  “He’s a little older than he looked in the photos.”

Son sidled up to me and placed a gloved hand on the back of my head.  I leaned backward into his touch, and wanted so badly to moan in pleasure.  I wouldn’t dare, though, as I’d not been given permission to speak.

“He’s 43,” Son said.  “And there’s nothing wrong with him.  I’m moving interstate at the end of the month and I can’t take him with me.  I need to find a good home for him.”

This was the first I’d heard that Son was planning to move, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest with anxiety.  Son must have picked up on his, because he gently stroked the back of my leather cap.  “Easy, dad,” he said.  I instantly calmed down.  “This nice man might adopt you.”

Stranger looked down at me and put a hand on my throat.  It had been so long since someone had touched me with their bare hands.  Son only ever touched me with leather gloves on.  Stranger wore different leathers than Son.  It was exciting to feel the warmth of his skin, and to smell him.  I smiled.

“The leather cop stuff will have to go,” Stranger said.  “Not my vibe.”

“That’s fine,” Son said, producing a small, worn piece of folded paper from his pocket.  “My dad is programmable.  Here’s his list of commands.  Whatever you want him to be, he’ll be.”

Stranger took the piece of paper and unfolded it, then looked me straight in the eye and said some words I didn’t understand.  I got that weird, fuzzy feeling, the feeling of new programming starting to take over.  I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them, everything was different.

I had two Sons, my leather cop Son and my motorcycle stud Son.  I was confused as I looked back and forth at them.

“What’s the matter, dad?” Leather cop Son said.

“I’m confused, Son,” I stammered.  “Which one of you do I obey?”

Motorcycle stud Son laughed that gravelly laugh I love.  I felt myself get even harder in my tight pants.  “Both of us.  For now.”  He stepped back and crooked his finger, beckoning me to follow.  “Come on, dad.  We’ve got to get to know each other.”

I looked at Leather cop Dad, and he nodded slowly.  I stood and followed Motorcycle stud Dad, feeling confused and disoriented with each step.  I heard a voice call after Me.

“It’s been fun, dad.  Be good.”

I nodded at Stranger, but I had no idea what he was talking about.  Thankfully, my hot Son was waiting for me on his motorcycle.  I climbed on behind him and held on tight.  I loved my hot Son.

#gay #dad #gay dad #male tf #leather #biker #m4m #writing #fiction

[secretlysomebody]

I had my own Motorcycle Club Romance moment tonight.

Went to the store with a friend, and while she was in there (I stayed in the car), a tall muscley tatted-up biker came out, winked at me with the sexiest smirk ever when he saw I was watching (staring), then climbed on his bike and was off.

Had to slap myself a couple times to see if I was daydreaming, but no. That really just happened.

#he looked like a good time #😩😩 #why tf didn’t I have the ovaries to roll down the window and make plans #I could have had that good dicking down #na romance #adult romance #mc romance #motorcycle #hot biker #motorcycle club #motorcycle club romance

[21wanderer]

Rigging a race

Body a day - #24: Sports

- “Is he done yet?”

- “Not quite, but the vacant expression on his face means, there’s only a little time left. Then he’ll be ready for you to wear.”

- “How did you do it?”

- “Slipped the serum into his sports drink, he didn’t even notice it.”

- “Not very sportsmanly.”

- “Shut it. There’s a lot of money on the line… Some distinguished people have bet a lot of money to see this guy fail big-time at the Grand Prix next week.”

- “Yeah, alright… Can I keep him afterwards?”

- “As long as you don’t screw us over, he’s all yours.”

- “Nice!”

- “So yeah, let’s get you inside.”

- “Right, can’t wait to become a real sports-biker.”

#body a day #male body transformation #male transformation #bodysuit #body suit tf #male bodysuit #leather biker #male skinsuit #male body suit