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occamstfs · 21 days

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Ain't No Place For A City Boy

Well this one was quite a bit longer than I intended it to be, Here's a ranch hand TF! Hope y'all enjoy and Happy Eclipse Day! -Occam

Day One

Buckley would never deign to visit a ranch of his own volition. Apparently once he left for college his dad visited this place quite frequently, but a habitual indoor kid Buckley never sought to join him. His father recently passed and his last request for Buckley was to give this place a chance. Homebody he may be Buckley was not going to ignore a deathbed request to just try some manual labor so here he is, luggage packed standing outside Stockman August’s Ranch.

He fights back a grimace as he reminds himself to keep an open mind, eyes going slightly wide as a massive man starts approaching him from the homestead. He repeats various mantras under his breath; I can do anything for a week yeah? It’s for dad, it’s not like they’ll have me do something I don’t want to do.

Buckley throws up a performative smile as August approaches close enough to see it, he stands there frozen waiting for the man to offer some pleasantry. He throws out a hand to shake and asks, “You Austin’s son?” steely eyes under a furrowed brow observing and assessing the weak man before him. Buckley quickly goes to shake August’s hand, doing his best to manifest the strong handshake his dad had always endeavored to teach him but his hand simply cannot near the strength this man expects of his ranch hands. August makes no attempt to hide his own grimace looking at the sorry state of Buckley.

He turns to go back to the ranch, hands in his pockets expecting Buckley to get his own luggage as he shouts back, “gotta room for ya upstairs. Ya missed dinner, but we’ll get a plate for made. Work starts tomorrow.” Buckley just stares blankly as the cowboy wanders off, biting his tongue as he forces a smile onto his face one more. If he keeps it up maybe he’ll trick himself to not be stewing in irritation. He struggles behind August with his heavy luggage trailing behind, taking great care not to disparage this whole experience as he feels his open mind already being tested.

Finally stumbling into the doors, Buckley finds a friendlier face in a younger ranch-hand Beau. All smiles, Beau welcomes him to the Ranch “Yew must be August yeah? August said yew’d be around, did’ya need some help with yer bags?” Buckley firmly latches onto the helping hand wordlessly taking all the help Beau is willing to offer, blushing as the man easily hauls all of his bags up the stairs and into his room.

Finding his accommodations, Buckley is less than pleased that there are three beds in the room. The light drops from his eyes as he realizes what a scam this whole mess is. He’s paying to share a room with two men? Seeing disdain painted across Buckley’s expression he quickly goes to assure him, “Hey now, ‘s not so bad Buck! I know there’re three beds but it’ll just be you and me in here and cross my heart I’m a terrific roommate! Or I was, uh, in university?” Buckley squints his eyes at the man before him, seeing his eyes go blank as if he’s adrift in his own mind and scratching at his chin. Rather than addressing his clear state of confusion, Buckley instead goes to correct his new roommate, “It’s Buckley actually, if you don’t mind.”

This snaps Beau out of it as he returns to assuaging Buckley without missing a step, “Sorry partner! I’ll try to remember that. How ‘bout I go on and get yew something to eat. Think there’s still some chili left. ‘ll that work for yew?” Buckley nods and Beau quickly makes to grab him a bowl from downstairs, repeating Buckley’s name to himself under his breath to avoid calling him Buck. In his absence Buckley begins to less than sneakily snoop around the room for anything he can learn about this horrible camp or his theoretically not abhorrent roommate. It is shockingly hard to find any personal effects of Beau, he thought he saw a degree on the wall but upon a double-take and closer inspection it just turned out to be a list of chores for the upcoming week.

As he inches over to Beau’s part of the room he smells something horrible from his closet, sure he can quickly sneak a peak before his roommate returns he opens the door to see pair after pair of dirty overalls filling the floor of the closet. As he opens the door a few spill out into the room proper as Beau returns with supper for Buckley. He looks away out of embarrassment and exhales out of his nose, before chewing out Buckley, “now why’d yew hafta go and do that there Buck- Buckley. Coulda just asked ‘S plain rude.” He stands tall over Buckley as he walks over with food. Buckley sees genuine anger appear in the eyes of the man towering over him before it fades to a smile and he pats Buckley on the back, “Not that yew’ll mind soon,” laughing, “I’m sure after a week here there’ll be at least this much laundry!” He rolls his eyes at this and begins to ask Beau about the ranch.

“How long have you been visiting here Beau?” Beau smiles and answers as he puts the bowl down, “I've been here for years bud! Originally was just a visitor but I loved it so much August went ‘n hired me and I’ve loved it ever since.”

Buckley’s eyes narrow in suspicion as he starts to eat, “I see, so you worked here while doing your studies?” Beau just briefly looks in confusion before bursting out in laughter, “my studies? As if kid, I ain’t a city boy like you ha! Anythin’ I need to know I learned from August! I’m sure you’ll learn a thing or two from him as well, certainly already eatin’ like a country boy haha!”

Buckley looks down to find he’s already nearly done with this bowl that had enough meat to stuff him two times over and burps in embarrassment. How could he possibly have scarfed it down so quickly without even noticing. Beau laughs once more seeing how embarrassed the newbie is and goes on to explain exactly how things work around the ranch. “It’ll be a long day tomorrow but I’m sure you won’t do nuthin’ too hard. Probably gardenin’ s’where he usually throws weaklings like you. Oh, uh sorry ‘bout that Buck- ah! Buckley.”

Buckley smiles kindly at his roommate as he stumbles through this attempt at helping. It’s not like he minds being called a weakling, and if all he has to do tomorrow is garden he certainly won’t mind. He yawns as he continues to listen to Beau, slightly tilting over as he starts to fall asleep. Surely there wasn’t something in that chili, he thinks as he tries to stay conscious. Seeing him begin to drift asleep Beau goes to catch him and carry him to a bed, “boy all that eatin’ sure tired yew out huh. Dontcha worry kid, I’ll wake yew in time for chores tomorrow.”

In his presumably chili-based stupor Buckley dreams only briefly. He’s back in the office watching as papers and contracts pile up on the desk. Phones ring incessantly and a crowd of people demanding things of him as they walk towards him shouting. He turns over in bed uncomfortably as in the dream he turns to look out the window and sees an open field with horses running free. He sees Beau riding a stallion and motioning for him to join. Or it looks like Beau? He looks larger, his beard has filled out. Before Buckley can even think to react he’s awakened by his roommate, blushing as he realized he dreamed of him beckoning. There must have been something weird in that chili.

Day Two

Hearing August downstairs Beau sprints out the door to hear the day's orders. Not having the awareness, or at the moment desire, to rush to attention Buckley takes his time getting ready. As he changes into an outfit to garden he finds himself thinking of his roommate. Didn’t Beau seem taller standing over his bead to wake him up today. He sure didn’t have that beard yesterday, though he did in the dream. God, did that shirt really flatter his pecs as well. Buckley finishes getting ready and struggles to shift his attention from the warmth growing in his crotch. Maybe there’s something to be gained from visiting this ratty camp after all.

Stepping out the door he bumps directly into August who just grunts in response. Buckley falls backwards to the floor and the Stockman just glares down at him as a command issues from deep in his chest, “Be ready tomorrow morning. Don’t care who yer daddy is, I ain't gonna let some city pansy sit around and distract my boys. Today yer gardenin’ do good and maybe you’ll get to try some real man’s work tomorrow.” Buckley recoils as August spits on the floor next to him, sneering down and grumbling about how much he hates city tourists. Buckley grits his teeth as a strange new feeling begins to grow in his chest.

Rather than the persistent voice in his head demanding he just back out of this hellhole, after bumping into the Stockman he finds himself wanting to prove the old man wrong. He rolls up his sleeves and rushes to the vegetable garden and gets to work. He doesn’t question how he knows the way or how proficient he seems at harvesting and tending to the vegetable garden. His mind grows pleasurably numb as he roots out weeds and plucks out food enough for tomorrow's dinner. He feels his mouth water in excitement at the upcoming meal as he wipes sweat from his brow, getting dirt all over his face and jarring him out of his apparent trance state.

Buckley looks out in shock at the garden that he has somehow expertly cared for. There’s a large basket full of greens ready to be washed and a pile of trimmings as proving h that he’s even pruned the garden. He stumbles back knowing he couldn’t possibly have done that to any degree of success, with any amount of self-interrogation he would find that even greater than shock was a fear of disappointing August. His mind recovers both from the numbness and the shock as he goes to check whatever damage he’s done. Looking closely however he is filled with a degree of pride in his work, he’s really done a superb job here! He grins to himself seeing what adept work his hands have worked, consciously or not. No real surprise though, after all he’s been doing this for- Uh, well this can’t be the first time he’s gardened right? Did his dad teach him how to do this? He must have. Buckley wipes dust from his hands as he looks out to see whatever work the other ranch hands have gotten done.

His gaze turns strangely wistful as he sees them herding the animals through the pasture. Just like in his dream he sees Beau atop a stallion controlling the beast like the paragon of a ranch hand, sweat dripping from his brow as he pulls down a bandana to smile and wave at Buckley. He starts to shout “Hey Buck-” before being interrupted by a sharp whistle from August standing at the edge of the field. Every man, Buckley included, knows that must mean dinner’s ready. He rushes to change into something not covered in dirt and finds an outfit on his bed, he didn’t remember packing this ratty tshirt or hat, maybe it’s Beau doing a favor. Regardless he throws it on so he can try to make it on time to dinner.

Arriving just in time the Stockman gives him a curt nod and gestures to the empty seat next to Beau. He happily sits and meets the other ranch men. He can’t feel deep inside that something about these boisterous men should put him off but the thought slides off his mind as their energy only riles him up more. The oldest ranch hand shouts over the rest to chat with Buckley, “Now Buck, you shoulda seen Beau when he first started workin’ here. Was a beanpole of a kid he was and look at him now!” Beau looks away from Buckley as he tries to hide his embarrassment, this however only highlights the power of his traps and neck that only entices Buckley more. Staring at his roommate he doesn’t even think to correct the old man for calling him Buck.

One of the other ranch hands tosses Buckley a beer, normally he would never stoop to drink the swill but if there’s nothing else handy he might as well. He finds himself thinking that he could use the calories, as if that’s something he’s ever been concerned about. Buckley starts to down the bottle before Beau puts his arm over him and shakes him shouting, “Look attcha Buck, er Buckley, already one of the guys! And what’d I say yer already less prissy, got some dirt right on yer face.” Beau goes to do Buckley a favor and wipe it off when he finds it's not dirt but sideburns growing on a face that was unmissably clean-shaven this morning. Buckley feels it too and quickly goes to rub his cheek in shock.

At the head of the table August sits silently and takes in all the chaos happening in front of him. His small horde of ranch hands all scarfing down their meals and chugging their beer so they may get back out there and finish their chores. He rubs his gray stubble as he appraises the spirit and physicality of the men before him. His eyes shift to Beau, pleased at how well he’s already filling out his clothes, clearly ready to move up a size or two.

He then looks towards the freshest meat sitting next to Beau. He was impressed with the work the kid got done, not of his own accord of course, August’s eyes sparkle imperceptibly as he feels proud of his own work spurring the man to be better. This ain’t no place for some city boy, but Buckley’s already starting to carry his own weight. August wanted to see just how fast he might go beyond that. He’s Austin’s kid after all August thinks before grumbling to demand the table's attention as he walks to stand behind Buckley. “Tomorrow. Buck’ll join the rest of ya in the fields. Ya’ll go on and show him the ropes then. Needs to get rest so he can start real work. He’ll go on and turn in now.”

Buckley starts to speak and protest, not of the opportunity but of being told to turn in early. He opens his mouth to speak but turning to look at his Stockman he feels the weight of sleep overcome his mind. His eyes grow heavy and his stomach grumbles. Bickley turns to find that he has well finished his dinner. All the other ranch hands have vacated as he sits in front of a few discarded cans of beer and multiple servings of the meal, August pats his shoulder and dismisses him, “see ya tomorrow youngin don’t let me down. Don’t let your old man down. Become the man you ought to be.”

Buckley stumbles up the stairs drunkenly and bloated before collapsing into his bed once more. Immediately drifting to sleep he feels his body lie there dead as a rock as a pervasive soreness and itch fills his subconscious. This easily shifts to a primal lust-filled hunger. The feeling of his chest itching against his bedsheets becomes grinding against Beau’s body in his mind. His stubble pushing out into a scruffy beard in the waking world goes unnoticed as dreams of his tongue forcing itself into his roommate's mouth, knocking the hat off his head as he throws all his weight against him. The musk of many hard-days work and that of a lustful slumber merge as a copious amount of sweat swiftly stains Buckley’s sheets.

The ache in his stomach begins to dissipate as his body forces itself to grow. He humps his bed as he does Beau in his dream, each time his arms press larger. His scrawny chest begins to grow real weight, each grind into his bed straining his new t-shirt as it too begins to change, revealing the growing pecs as well as hair pushing out all over his chest, and a forest that is never to smell fresh again growing in his pits. His cock was already filling his jeans when he collapsed into the bed, as his jeans grow to accommodate his growing waistline they struggle to keep up with the constant surges of growth in his crotch. He moans loud enough to wake his sleeping roommate as he loses control in his dream. Beau smirks to himself as he knows what it’s like to get so riled up and palms his own cock wondering what Buckley’s dreaming of.

Day Three

Buckley awakens at the first light of day, his hand shoved in his pants covered in still drying cum. He hops out of bed wiping his hand on his sheets and he tosses on a hat before racing down the stairs, excited for another- No. his first day on the ranch outright. He passes some new luggage in the living room, just like that he had brought all that time ago. He briefly tries to remember why he didn’t think to grab clothes from it this morning before remembering instead he wasted time watching Beau stretch and get ready. He meets August on the porch who hands him a mug of coffee and sending him off towards a stable.

Just as the day before Buckley’s eyes glaze over and his mind is overcome with a comforting thoughtless buzz as he starts going about acting with an unconscious precision. He pulls all the levers and gates to release the cows to graze. He wanders around checking for any peculiarities of the stable, confident he would notice anything out of place, his foggy mind obscuring his personality growing brasher and more self-assured by the second. He meanders alongside the cows, petting them all in the right spots as if he reared them himself. He feels his lips move without his input, calling specific cows by name, recognizing them as soon as their names leave his mouth.

While his mind remains adrift he finds himself thinking once more of his dream and Beau, his Beau? He tries to maintain focus on inspecting the cows, but as his pulse quickens as the thought of disappointing August hits him like a shot of adrenaline, he is no longer able to move unknowingly as his thoughts race and his hands shake as he remembers. He stares at his shaking hands as they are unquestionably too large, dark hair crawls up from his wrists making way to soon grow onto his upper arms. He sees the muscle filling his biceps quiver and flex as he ambulates at all. He puts his face in his hands, feeling the beard scratch against them, as he tries to recall further. His shirt suddenly itches beyond imagination and it tosses it to the floor, baring his chest as it expands even more powerfully with each heaving breath. Hair thickening in dark waves down the whole of his torso.

His ears ring as if there was an explosion as he struggles to stay standing, this isn’t who he is. Right? He’s been here for like a week? His mind blaring as it contradicts itself saying he has been here even less than that but also so much longer. Buckley stamps his feet down in rage as he tries to remember any truth at all. He, he was supposed to train to be a rancher today, right? But it can’t be his first day, he did his part like he’s a professional. He is a professional no? He’s been doing this for- He can’t remember, he was gardening just yesterday wasn’t he?

Buckley scans the farm looking for Beau, or August, anyone who can offer some immediate answer. Instead the only figure he can see is one he can’t recognize, some kid that’s doing the gardening. Buckley sees him grimace as he makes his way through the garden, harvesting quickly but efficiently. He rolls his eyes, sure that he could do a better job than whoever that little bitch is. The thought that he is a spitting image for the man that Buckley was not but twenty-four hours ago does not even begin to occur to him. For Buckley is not that man anymore. He looks down to see veins trailing across his arms, pumped from the effort of moving hay bales and readying all the dairy cow equipment.

August whistles once more calling everyone inside for dinner, this time Buckley can’t bring himself to care enough to change or even throw some deodorant on. Beau’s prediction of it being one week before the man would put work before hygiene has been blown out of the water, but neither could begin to recall. For this is who Buckley is, this is who he has always been. At dinner he is sitting directly across from the new gardener, Colton.

He stares daggers into him as the crew begins to dig in. He isn’t quite sure why he feels such rage at the weak man across from him, but it only grows worse as he starts to scarf his dinner. Words that August never even said to him echo in his head as he stares at the young man eating, this ain’t no place for a city boy. Seeing his roommates eyes darken under his thickening eyebrows Beau hits him in the shoulder, “Hey now play nice, Colton’ll be staying in our room so y’all two need to get along, right Buckley?” Averting his rage at the anxious twink across from him Buckley takes sudden umbridge at being called Buckley.

“Y’know, I think you may have had a point yesterday, Beau. Think it’s fittin’ if I just go by Buck.” Beau smiles at his roommate, playfully punching his arm before pulling him into a side hug. Neither man notices as an accent has suddenly imposed itself onto Buck’s voice. Across though Colton rolls his eyes as he sees the cowboys staring at each other so intently, more focused on them than the haste at which he is cleaning his plate.

Tonight, rather than sending one ranch hand to get some rest, August decides to treat his crew and give everyone the rest of the day off. To celebrate, all indulge in even heavier drinking than usual, Colton as the newbie is required to prove himself to the other ranch hands as Beau grabs a couple six packs and motions for Buck to follow him. The two head off towards a quiet corner of the ranch, where August would not be able to watch and the two just sit together and talk. There is a palpable gravity between their bodies as they sit and watch the sunset. Buck wants nothing more than to give in but his mind is suddenly murky once more. He struggles to ask Beau, “Beau, what, or how long have I been here at the ranch?”

Beau tossing back the last of a bottle just looks coily at his partner, “Now yew know as well as I do hon-”

“No! I just want you to tell me.”

Taken aback Beau opens a bottle and offers it to Buck before continuing, “Well, y’see it’s just a little foggy ain’t it?” Buck’s eyes widen as if he’s cracked a case before saying as much though his mind is thrown into disarray as Beau goes on, “I remember you being new, but also, you’ve done worked here for years Buck?” The words hit Buck’s mind like a hammer on the anvil, the idea of him working at this ranch searing red hot into his mind as he coughs up the beer he was drinking. His eyes glaze over immediately as he drops the beer bottle, he doesn’t remember anything else of the night, at least not in the conscious world.

The last words of reality he remembers; Haven’t you worked here for years Buck. what is his mind to do besides stew on them, now given total creative liberty. He remembers first coming to the camp, he was the weak scrawny dweeb, but that was a time so far removed from the present that it may as well not be him at all, he was surely a teen at the time anwyay yeah? In his dream he remembers meeting Beau very soon after, the two hit it off immediately and become the exemplar ranch hands they clearly are today. Bizarrely he remembers seeing his father with August, but this is, it’s a dream? Surely his subconscious is just throwing spaghetti at the wall. He sees himself caring for the cows, feeding chickens, showing Colton how to garden. He sees Beau tending to the stallions, helping out in the kitchen, repairing the stables as is often needed.

He sees wrinkles start to appear in the corners of their eyes, white hairs start to speckle his beard as the years fly by in his mind. He watches as both he and Beau grow and maintain their bodies, every day working hard for the ranch, for August and Austin, and becoming the ideal that any cowboy, that any man should be. He remembers playfully mocking Beau as he went in to get another tattoo. He remembers Beau teasing him for the pride he takes in sculpting his body, and for plucking out his gray hairs. He is taken back to the first time they had sex, taking an uncharacteristic break from working in the stables to fuck behind the pens. His mind is filled with encounter after encounter, day after day of working hard together and retiring each night to the same room. He sees himself now, body still, lying in a bed next to a man he has clearly loved for longer than the entire life he lived before the ranch.

Day Four

Thus is how awakens. Nude in his thankfully private bedroom with his partner, his lover, Beau. He brushes Beau to help him awaken as he throws on some comfortable clothes for another day of work. Scratching his beard and offering a large dad yawn he makes his way to the common area where he sees Colton already dozing once more, lazy freeloader. Inspecting the new kid though he is pleasantly surprised to see that he must be going through a growth spurt, his midriff is exposed and he seems to be scratching his chest in his sleep. August must really know what he’s doin’ hm.

Speaking of the devil August rounds the corner and looks to Buck with a twinkle of pride in his eye. Both for the work he has done and will continue to do, and at the vitality and virility of the man before him. His father would be proud. Beau soon follows after, squeezing Buck’s shoulder and tossing his forgotten cowboy hat on the couch next to him, his scent in the air as he stomps by is more than enough to get Buck to think with his balls. Before he’s too far gone though August clears his throat and goes over the plans with the two clearly seasoned ranchers.

Buck squeezes Beau’s ass as he heads out to the pastures, excited to prevail through another day at the ranch. He feels an outpouring of gratitude towards his dad for bringing him to this place. It made him who he is and he is more than eager to show other men exactly what they can be. No, what they should be.

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fredwkong · 9 months

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captainmalewriter · 9 months

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Hey I would like to claim the white with orange ring capsule if it is still available? Like to see what is inside.

Congratulations, you found my missing white with an orange ring capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

You opened the door to your brother’s estate and stepped inside. Your brother and his wife were away on vacation for the week. Your brother had asked you to house-sit while they were away. Thankfully, you didn’t have to actually stay in the house all week long. All you had to do was swing by his place once a day to feed the cats, clean their litter boxes, and water the plants. Once that was done, you were free to continue going about your usual routine.

You finished your housekeeping duties for the last time. The week had gone by in a flash. Your brother was supposed to come back tomorrow. Although you were glad you didn’t have to house sit anymore, you couldn’t help but feel wistful. You weren’t sure exactly why you felt that way, but you did.

You decided to take a look around your brother’s house before you left for the day. It had been a long time since you last visited him, and as a result, you couldn’t help but notice all the changes he made around the house. New wall decorations, new paint job in the bathroom, and a bunch of minor changes here and there. But while most of the changes were pretty ordinary, there was one particular change that caught your attention the most.

You found it while looking around the garage. You didn’t mean to snoop around, but while poking around, you found a stainless steel box full of strange things. You figured a tiny peek inside wouldn’t hurt and took a look inside. You found a bunch of miscellaneous items that didn’t seem to have any correlation to one other. Most of them you couldn’t name! But there was one thing you could name: a toy capsule. It was white with an orange ring on it. You couldn’t help but take it out of the chest. You weren’t sure why your brother or your brother’s wife would keep a toy inside a box full of strange, witchcraft looking things. It was truly a mystery.

The more you thought about it, the more curious you grew about what was inside the capsule. Then, curiosity piqued, you decided to open it and see what was inside. You twisted the orange ring and opened the capsule. Inside there was a tiny metal rod! It was probably no larger than your pinkie finger. However, when you took it out, it immediately expanded until it was a foot long in length. On top of that, there was now an orange light shining at the tip of the rod!

You were amazed at what you found. As you moved the rod around, the orange light shimmered and sparkled in the air. It was truly a magical sight that reminded you of magic wands. During that moment of excitement, you swirled the wand around pretending it was a real wand. You traced a circle in the air with the orange light with a swoosh. And as soon as you completed the circle, it happened…

You felt several cold shivers run up and down your body. You began to shake violently. Your body shook and shook until suddenly you felt as light as a feather. You felt yourself falling forward, and your skin also turned a translucent orange that matched the wand. It was an otherworldly feeling unlike any other, but before you could even get used to it, you were suddenly launched towards the east. You flew until you landed at your destination: your brother’s neighbor’s body.

“Hrm…… Ohh fuck…!”

The man stood there, tending to his horse as he felt a sudden presence inside of his body. The foreign presence made his body sensitive, causing him to moan obscenely loud. That presence was you of course, taking over his body for yourself. You could feel as your life essence adjusted to its new vessel. The man was a rancher with a beefy body. You could feel how hairy your new body wasYour thick paws for hands ran through the hair on your body as you finished adjusting. You had officially become the rancher.

You stood there slightly disoriented inside your new body. You felt the vertigo fading away, but then the body shivers came back again. Except this time, it wasn’t your life essence getting detached from your body. Rather, it was the rancher’s soul getting detached from your new body. You could see the soul standing right in front of you for a brief second before it was launched west— the same direction you came from.

“What the hell was that thing…” you said out loud with your new cowboy accent. You stood there wondering while you scratched your scruffy, thick beard.

You then noticed there was an iron rod in your hand. There was an orange light glowing at the tip too. You closely examined the rod and found some small engravings on it. It said:

Wave this wand once, and you will swap with the closest same sex person…

Your souls will exchange vessels, but your mind will not transfer…

You will swap bodies, and therefore identities, so choose your vessel wisely…

You read it over and over again, but still had no idea what the fuck it was talking about. It sounded like some type of voodoo shit, something you wanted no part of. You worked hard to make a simple life with your husband, kids, and farm animals, and there was no way in hell you were about to let some stick take that away from you! You snapped the rod in half and tossed it in the same bin you shovel the horse shit into, sealing your fate forever.

“Hey, I just put the kids to bed. What’s my wonderful hubby up to?”

You turned your head and smiled as your husband walked up to you. He was a rancher with a bear bod just like you. He recently bought a new pair of blue jeans and a flannel shirt. They hugged his body just right, with the jeans in particular showing off just how hung your husband was with his large bulge. And the sight of it drove you crazy!

“Nothing babe, just throwin’ some trash I found in Missy’s stable,” you explained.

Your husband smirked as he walked up right next to you. You grinned, then leaned in for a kiss. Your beards rubbed against each other as your lips interlocked with big, wet kisses. Your bodies grinded against each other as you both made out, moans and groans filled the air as you made out. His hand slithered down your back, then cupped your ass cheek with a loud smack. You meant to only give your husband a quick kiss, but it was clear y’all were about to do much more than that. Not that you minded it of course; after all, you were living the simple, family life out on a ranch with the man of your dreams, just like you always wanted.

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

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coachs-locker-room · 1 year

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I'd take the jock and the cowboy boots of the big dumb redneck stud of the team. Hopefully it's gonna turn me into the biggest, dumbest, sexiest, muskiest redneck on the team after I cum my old self out in the jock.

Sounds like you already have a clear vision in mind of what you'd like to happen - but looks can be deceiving. What you believe is owned by one person, could be something else entirely!

Watching from a distance, you locked your eyes on the star player as he changed from his cowboy boots into a fresh pair of cleats. You waited until the whole team had left before you grabbed both his worn jock and boots, hid them in your gym bag, and took them home to enjoy. Sniffing the well-worn leather of the boots as you put on the stained jockstrap to pose in the mirror, you kept thinking about the big and musky meathead jock that runs the American football team. What you didn't know is that the jock actually belonged to Coach, instead.

As you continued posing and gooning away, you felt yourself growing in mass. "Oh fuck yes," you thought, as the effects of the stolen locker-room gear started to have an effect on your body. Continuing to stare in the mirror, you saw trails of body hair grow across your chest and down your now thick forearms. Your height grew, feet matching perfectly in the brown leather boots, and a rough stubble spread across your chin.

You became a hybrid of the dumb, musky, redneck jock and the dominant, fatherly Coach that the team all looked up to. As your form started to settle, your mind warped to match - no longer the timid and hurried nerd that would steal gear from the team locker room, you became dominant and imposing, slow and studious - but most of all, carnal.

Looking at your new form in the mirror, you were a complete stud. It wasn't what the old you expected, but the new version of yourself couldn't be happier. You checked the time - it was about time you head back to the gym to lend Coach a strong hand and keep the boys in line.

Pulling a pair of jeans over the stained jock, shirt and matching hat you sent a progress pic to Coach.

“Be there in 10, Sir”

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st4rsurfer · 7 months

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The idea of a transformers cowboy au has been living rent free in my head for about two weeks now. I hope to develop this into mini comics and produce some more designs. For now, enjoy my cowpoke!

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angstydiaz · 8 months

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hey dude are you okay you haven't posted about blood or queer cowboys in the last three days?

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thetfchangingroom · 2 years

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Jesse pulled up to Buckhorse ranch with a mix of fear and contempt. Dad sent him there as last ditch effort to turn his eldest son into a “real cowboy” before the old man kicked the bucket and his own ranch fell into Jesse’s care. Jesse didn’t want the ranch… and he certainly didn’t want to be a cowboy.

But Buckhorse was notorious for cranking out cowboys like nobodies business. When Jessie stepped through the cast iron gates, every man he saw looked like the most cartoonishly masculine version of themselves. Gruff, grizzled cowboys for as far as the eye could see, their chiseled bodies shining with the sweat of a hard days work, their bushy beards ashen with the soot from cigarettes clenched between their teeth.

A group of burly blond cowboys led Jesse to the outskirts of the ranch, where they tied him to a wood post. Turns out the secret to Buckhorse’s success was simple: an ancient Navajo battle ritual, stolen along with the very land they stood upon. The men tore Jesse’s clothes and ran their rough, calloused hands over the young man’s body, covering it in a cool, gel-like substance.

That’s when they began to chant… and Jesse’s transformation into a real cowboy began. He screamed into the empty desert as every cell in his body underwent years of development in a matter of seconds. All at once, Jesse felt the wear and tear of decades of ranch work, of riding horses and roping bulls. It left his muscles hard, his skin leathery, and his body big.

Each consecutive grunt of pain was deeper and deeper, every grit of his teeth added another inch to his growing scruff. Jesse was losing himself to the pain… but also to the pleasure. The warm hands of his fellow cowboys sent erotic sensations throughout his changing body. A life that used to repulse Jesse seemed more and more attractive. Long days herding cattle, working with his hands, and long nights spent under the stars, stroking off his fellow men. Big… manly… muscular… men… fuck!

The second his hands were free, Jesse grabbed the nearest cowboy and dumped a warm load down his throat. Oh yes, Jesse was going to fit in perfectly at Buckhorse.

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sk4rlette8008 · 5 months

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Don’t be a Dick

Ok, just imagine this.

You bought James along to a family party, nothing inparticular just some family members who don’t come round often come around, and you have a get together.

James is still struggling with his drinking, and he gets drunk, but not enough to not remember it in the morning. He starts acting really cocky and acting like an actual dick.

You pull him away into somewhere quieter, maybe an empty bedroom or in the garden, trying to talk with him calmly.

“C’mon sweetheart, S’boring out here.” He tries feeling you up, pulling you into him by his hips; normal for him when he’s drunk, he gets all lovey-dovey. But, you’re sick of being calm and speaking softly.

“James Hetfield get the fuck off.” you say firmly, grabbing his wrists and digging your nails in. He looked down at you in confusion, tilting his head. “Sit down,”

“Baby-”

“Sit.” He sits on the small brick wall, looking up at you, a small amount of annoyance in his eyes, but mostly confusion in his glazed-over eyes.

“I don’t know why you’re acting like this, James, but you’re going to stop right now.”

“Like what? I-”

“Like a dick, most of my family are here, and you’re making the shittest first impression for my cousins.”

“M’not acting like a dick.”

“James, you were fucking showing off-” He stands up and scoffs, acting like a spoilt child.

“What, I can’t tell people-”

“James-”

“About-” You push him back to where he was and slap his cheek lightly, getting his attention.

“You do not speak to my family like that, or talk about how much money you make, and you definitely do not speak to me like that. We’re in a relationship, you don’t treat me like that.” You confirmed, eyes narrowed and your finger still pointed at him. He looked shocked, surprised you had spoken to him like that. Such firmness. It sobered him up a little.

He nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“Are you going to act like a dick when we get back in there?”

“No.”

“Good.” You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and straightened your back, going to walk back inside.

He called your name softly, standing up. “I’m sorry, sweetness. I don’t know why i acted like that.” he apologised, looking at the ground.

“I don’t mind when you’re showing me off, just don’t act like that again, please.” You turned around and walked closer to him, letting him wrap his arms around you in a bear hug. “M’sorry, baby. Won’t do it again.” he slurred slightly, kissing the crown of your head.

Eventually, you two go back in, he apologises to the members of your family he acted like a dick to, and thankfully, they took it quite well and accepted his drunk apology, seeing the sincerity in his glossy eyes.

… And because one-third of your family watched the scene through the window. Hearing and seeing you putting him in his place.

I need a bear hug from James.