#gamer transformation

[idesofrevolution]

Precursor

"Jesus, Danny I don't know what the fuck to do about it, okay? He just fuckin' got me out of no where." Click, clack. Click, clack. The tapping of his fingers on the mouse and keyboard were the only sounds echoing in the dark room aside from his shouts. "Well, I how the fuck should I know? I told you I wasn't good at this game! You're the one who kept begging me to play it, and it's bullshit dude!" For a game that was supposed to be this fun phenomenon, 'Precursor' was proving to be quite a bit lesser than Greg anticipated. Danny had begged him for weeks to join the game and do a couple of rounds with him, if only to get him hooked. For Greg, a video game was like Civilization or Cities Skylines... building something great with strategy and creativity. To him, this was a boring shoot 'em up that had a steep learning curve, and it was grating on his nerves. "Well, dude I told you I didn't know how to play this stupid game but you wouldn't take no for an answer!"

Another red screen and the words 'Exterminated' were sprawled across the screen. Greg slammed his fists down onto the desk, spilling his Red Bull all over his lap. He threw his head back in yet another defeat, his seventh in the span of an hour. Looking down at his phone, the late hour had all but caused him even further grief.

"You know what, dude? This game fucking sucks. I don't know why you wanted me to play with you." Danny, surely kicking ass on the battlefront from somewhere behind his screen in Oklahoma hundreds of miles away, was less than enthused. "Ya know what, fine. I will do the fucking noob lobby, okay? I swear to God, though, if this shit doesn't get fun in ten minutes I'm loggin' off." Greg disconnected from his online pal and reentered back into the main menu. He sighed, how the fuck could anyone without a trigger-happy index finger and a desire to think about their options for more than a split second find this game fun? To him, it was all reflexes and no brain power. Clicking through the main menu, he searched for the "Noob" lobby in the available servers. He scrolled for an agonizing ten seconds of full lobbies before he gave up.

"Man, fuck this." He was a single moment away from clicking that exit button before his elbow slipped on some of the Red Bull that had spilled onto the desktop. His wrist banged onto the keys, leaving a string of gibberish into the searchbar. He grabbed one of his clean socks from the floor and sopped up the syrupy water and tossed it behind him over his shoulder. Whatever. Turning back to his screen, to his utter astonishment, the search for 'pjdkluyoikms' had come up with a single hit: 3/9 players in the lobby. Greg looked down at his phone again, 3:30 in the morning grimaced back at him. He'd have to be up in 4 hours if he'd kept the job he quit a few days prior, but with unemployment looming over his head the hours didn't seem so important to him. The game was known for being a time void, sucking in every available minute it's players had to use.

"Fuck it." He clicked join, and waited as the lobby began to load. For a second, his monitor became severely pixelated, but quickly returned to normal. Before long, he was met with the game mode selection and a couple of voices chatting amongst the static. Bruiser, Scout, Sniper, Runner, Bomber... He didn't know how to use a single one of these characters and in the back of his mind, he wasn't keen on being embarrassed yet again for another hour of failures.

"Who's this?" One of the voices from the ether bellowed out from his headphones, and for whatever reason his skin flushed with goosebumps. "Yo, new guy, did you mean to come here? It's a private server."

"Ahh, shit. I'm sorry, my friend made me buy this game and I don't know what I'm doing. I'll find another, my bad!" Greg scampered to try and just choose a character so he could exit out of the menu, but a second voice gave him immediate pause. It was unlike the other players he'd met so far, in that he wasn't a complete dick right off the bat.

"Nahh, it's cool! We could use a runner this round if you're down? We can take it easy, right boys?" His voice was smooth, chill, if not a bit high pitched in a tenor timbre. The guy could have a career in anime protagonist voice acting if he'd put his mind to it, Greg was quickly put at ease with just a single word.

"You think he can keep up?" the third voice, husky and deep questioned.

"We've played with worse, bro. Remember Clive before Mick got to him? We lost four rounds before Mick got it to stick! He won't fuck up, will ya new guy?" Greg nervously chuckled, knowing full well he'd be terrible in the beginning either way.

"Uhhhh, give me a round or two to get the hang of it... I'm sure I can do it. Nothing better to do anyway."

"That's the spirit! See? He's gonna be great. I'll get him up to snuff." A fall of silence came over the server, Greg shifted in his seat. "Alright, newbie. Just choose runner and I got your back. I used to main runner, so I can show you the ropes." Taking a deep breath, Greg clicked on the avatar for Runner, and hit accept. He entered the lobby, seeing the three players had already chosen their avatars. 1: lostdestiny (scout), 2: EdgeRunner (bruiser), 3: ironclad (bomber), and now 4: Greg (runner).

ironclad: I take it you're Greg, then?

Greg: What gave it away?

The three others chuckled, and the loadbar began to fill. Greg could feel the anxiety and anticipation grow within him. He was about to faceplant AGAIN, and in front of these strangers. At least it wouldn't be long until he'd be kicked anyway.

EdgeRunner: Aight, listen up man. I can't be a babysitter, but I'll be following you. Just do what I tell you to do and you'll be fine. You got this, man. Yeah?

Greg: Uh, yeah man. I'll do my best.

lostdestiny: Don't worry guys, he's gonna do his best.

EdgeRunner: Pipe down, will ya, Des? Fuck. Alright, here we go. Lay low and let them come out on their own.

The four of them were dumped onto the map, this one seemed to be some dirty Cyberpunk city in the rain. Sooner rather than later, it'd be a warzone. Greg sat gobsmacked, frozen in place as the others ran for cover.

ironclad: Yo, get to cover, they'll be here any fuckin' second!

Greg: Whuh.... What do I do, where do I go?

EdgeRunner: Turn to your left, there's a hidden door in the bodega. Hold shift and run. Go!

Greg did as he was told, holding down the shift bar and going toward the store on the corner of the street. He was unprepared for just how quickly he would get there, running straight into the wall to the left of the door. Runner indeed. Rounding the doorway, he snuck down the aisles, and up to the door. He burst in, plowing through stacked boxes and into the racks of the storeroom.

EdgeRunner: Aight, you can let go of the shift, bud.

lostdestiny: Fuck, we're so screwed. We lose out on this one it's on you Edge, and I'm not coughin' up a single coin.

EdgeRunner: Des, hit your fuckin' vape and keep your eyes peeled. I'll worry about the new kid. Greg, hang tight. Wait for me to give you a signal, then you run to the hotel down the street. Got it?

Greg chuckled to himself, he'd stumbled into quite the little gang. These guys were far from noobs, they were good if not professionals. From behind the closed door, he sat idly, waiting with bated breath for Edge to give him the unmentioned word. Over his headphones, he could hear the trio plotting as if they were soldiers planning their attack.

EdgeRunner: Iron, be position. They're gonna come barreling down that alley like a fuckin' stampede, so nuke 'em until I can get there. Des, they in sight yet?

lostdestiny: Just like you said, boss man. Comin' in hot.

EdgeRunner: Perfect. Greg. There's a glowing purple crate in the corner. Open it and pick up whatever is in it, and do it quick.

Greg fumbled over the keys, searching the dark room until he saw the glowing purple box hidden beneath a pile of trash. Clicking on it, the box opened, shucking all the garbage atop it onto the floor. Inside sat a strange green vial.

Greg: Its... It's a glass syringe? Glowing green stuff inside.

EdgeRunner: That's what you're looking for. Bag it and get ready to run.

Greg slipped it into his bag. The syringe showed up as 'upgrade' in the inventory, but no other information was provided. Usually, at least, there was some sort of witty description for the items in-game. Might be modded, he thought to himself, not that he would know anyway. He positioned himself by the door, holding his breath.

ironclad: Fireworks.

EdgeRunner: Now, Greg. Go!

His left pinky firmly planted on the shift key, Greg burst out of the door, through the store and into the street. Outside, a barrage of AI cop grunts were surrounding the building across the way. Pillars of smoke and fire erupted from bombs being dropped from the roof, a massive lug of muscle being the culprit with Ironclad's red tag hovering above him. From within the crowd, an explosion of grunts flew through the air, and dead in the center of the action was EdgeRunner, a maxxed out avatar oozing athleticism and strength with a nearly full level bar floating above him. Fuck, who were these guys?

EdgeRunner: Don't fuckin' freeze on us, Greg. Run!

Taking the hint, Greg bolted down the street, weaving past smoke bombs and gunfire until he made it to the hotel's revolving door, shattering the glass as he crashed through. Inside, three grunts stood behind the front desk, quickly pulling out absurdly massive guns.

Greg: Edge, there's guys in here, they got big ass motherfucking guns too.

EdgeRunner: Fuck, okay. Hold control, shift, and Y. Then run to the elevator. Do it before they peg ya!

Greg: Fuck!

EdgeRunner: Iron, toss a few into the hotel. Help the kid out.

ironclad: On it.

Greg could hear the whistling in the air of the incoming bombs flying toward the lobby. He held down the keys and ran toward the elevators as instructed. Though, as he did, waves of colors surrounded his avatar, deflecting the bullets as they flew before the explosions behind him came bursting in. As the elevator doors closed in front of him, he saw the XP points flowing into his bar from the dead grunts. The elevator began to climb.

EdgeRunner: Woooooooooo baby! That's what I call a bait n switch! Kid, you're a natural.

lostdestiny: Beginner's luck.

EdgeRunner: It's gonna be a second before that elevator gets to the top level. Regroup at the hotel, they'll be swarming him. Des, you're on the 99th floor, right?

lostdestiny: Best view in the city.

EdgeRunner: Keep watch, we'll be there in a second. New guy will be on your floor in a couple of minutes. Greg, let's do a one-on-one, yeah?

On the screen, a side window popped up in the bottom corner. Incoming call: EdgeRunner 1 on 1. Fuck, was this guy trying to video chat?

Greg: Uhhhh, I didn't know you could cam...

EdgeRunner: What, you ain't jackin' off are ya? C'mon lemme see.

Greg waited for a moment, nervous beyond words. Watch it be some 60 year old gaming in his mom's basement, was this really the kind of guy he'd want to game with anyway? The curiosity had only crept up since he stumbled into the server, it's not as if they were meeting in real life or anything. It's a screen. He nodded to himself, as if to give himself permission, and clicked on the accept button. In the corner box, EdgeRunner himself popped into focus.

Not what he expected whatsoever. He wasn't much older than Greg, maybe late twenties, early thirties. That was a relief. His room was shrouded in a blue hue, pairing nicely with his ID tag color in game. He was covered in ink from the forehead down, with white hair and a nice pair of pecs cropped just out of view. Again, far from what he expected to see.

"What's up, Greggo?" He smirked, as if studying Greg from behind his lens.

"Yeah... In an elevator. On my computer." Edge laughed, taking his eye contact away to refocus on his game.

"Playin' pretty fuckin' well so far. You sure you never played before now?" Greg found himself blushing a tad bit at this hunk of a man, alarmingly similar to the stud avatar he portrayed online. "Might have to keep you around if you keep up at this rate." The ping of the elevator reaching the 99th floor brought him right back into the world, as the doors opened to a tall, lanky guy with his back to him.

"Des, I presume?"

lostdestiny: Who the fuck else would it be? Mommie? Get to the loot at the end of the hall, fifth door on the right.

"Des isn't the sweetest fruit in the basket. Don't mind him. But get to the room as quick as you can, bud." Holding down the shift key yet again, though now as if it were second nature to him, he bolted down the hall, dodging the mines which littered the floor. "Yeah, don't be up in your feelings about it, but the upgrade is for you, kid. If I were you, I'd take it now while you can. Get you on our level quicker, if ya catch my drift." Greg didn't think twice. He opened the inventory, clicked on the vial, and hit use. His avatar quickly pulled out the syringe from off screen, jamming it into his wrist. The liquid quickly flowed into his avatar, but changes were slow. He arrived at the door, opening them to a boardroom overlooking the whole city, bathed in a purple hue.

Greg: What am I looking for exactly?

ironclad: You'll know it when you see it. Find it quick, they're coming up.

As Greg began to search through the shelves and drawers lining the walls, he was too preoccupied to notice the veins of black starting to flow from his fingertips up his limber arms. While he may have been too focused to see, Edge was watching eagerly in the bottom corner with a giant grin forming on his face. His little window closed, leaving Greg in his search.

lostdestiny: Incoming. Edge, would be a really fuckin' great time for you to pull some fuckshit about now!

Explosions rung out in the hallway, and an eruption of bullets soon followed. Greg felt the pressure bearing down on him, he felt heavier, as if the weight of the situation were sitting atop him like boulders. But hidden in the darkness of his room, the black veins crawled higher and higher, across his shoulders and back, creeping up the back of his neck, until he felt a pinch right at the base of his skull. Instant headrush.

The world got blurry in a mere second, his ears started to ring and his muscles began to pulse. Though, in that moment, he felt something else swelling within him: confidence. Control, Shift, C. The boardroom went blue, a glowing yellow aura radiated from behind one of the walls. Greg smiled, bolting to the wall. Alt, D, F7. The shelves shuddered, then slowly retracted into a dark void. The payload sat at the end of a long, dark hallway on a spotlit pedestal. Some crazy mechanical contraption, it seemed. Though he didn't know what it was, he knew inherently that this is what he was looking for. Just as Iron said.

Greg: Bingo.

EdgeRunner: Careful, newbie. Watch the walls.

A single step forward, and red lasers began to shoot left and right. An hour earlier, he'd be pissing himself on an 'exterminated' screen, raging to no one but himself. Though now, as he felt the energy coursing through his body, the corner of his lip shifted upward, his brows furrowed, and he leaned forward. Showtime.

Alt, Shift, F2, Q, L... the keys flew by beneath his fingers as he dodged, rolled, and lept past every sensor. The keyboard could barely keep up as his hands danced across it. It was an invigoration he'd never experienced before, an expertise he'd never felt, a self he'd never known. Every new trap before him was a piece of cake, avoiding them before they'd even triggered. In the span of fifteen seconds, he'd arrived at the pedestal. The Carpe Diem. A major upgrade, far above his current standing, but it would fetch a pretty price for the right punk. The massive implant somehow fit in his inventory, he was thankful he wasn't on a real job, lugging this around would have been a task in and of itself.

Greg: Payload in hand. Ready to get the fuck out of here.

EdgeRunner: Gonna be a messy exit, kid. You up for it?

Greg: Don't have to flirt that nasty with me, Edge. Treat me tender.

He spun around, leaping down the entire hallway in one go. Thank you Shift, T, S. The crew stood at the door to the boardroom, perhaps a hundred grunts firing everything they had not far behind. Greg looked at every corner, and realized quickly what Edge meant. He turned around, looking at the massive glass wall overlooking Sunset City. His massive feet tapped against the wooden floor beneath his desk, itching for the run he was about to embark upon, his body begging for the rush... his muscles aching for the wind on his skin. He smirked. No second thoughts, he burst through the window.

ironclad: Fuck kid! That's one way out I guess!

EdgeRunner: Bail, boys! Let's fly.

Freefalling, Greg felt the cool breeze of his plummet on the lids of his closed eyes. Soon, but not yet. He had a job to finish. Control, Shift, C. His fall became a sprint, every footfall landing softly on the glass below, looking 99 floors straight down to the pavement.

GreWind: WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!

Exhiliration. Excitement. Freedom. He was free. Coasting on the diagonal glass, he surfed down the building until he came painlessly onto the sidewalk below, followed not too far behind by Des landing in a bush, Iron on his face, and Edge on his own two feet. The quartet sped toward the four bikes parked along the street, making their swift getaway. As Wind wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning back in his chair, letting the ripe waft of pits beam from his arms. Incoming 1 on 1 from EdgeRunner. He of course had to reem in the accolades, smiling as he hit accept. Edge popped up in the corner of the screen, beaming from ear to ear.

"Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about! That upgrade did ya good, new kid." Wind smirked, puckering his lips and blowing a kiss to his studly boss man.

"You can show me your appreciation later, babe. Worked up a storm for ya." Wind flexed his arms, licking the sweat from his bicep and running his hand through his bright green hair.

"Heh, yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine. This'll fetch a nice penny from the middleman. Now, whaddya say, Greg? Ready for the real work?" Edge winked and his window closed.

EdgeRunner: Rendezvous at Checkpoint's. Your cuts will be waiting for you.

Stormwind: Aye, aye Captain.

lostdestiny: Shit, you two get a room already.

EdgeRunner: Nah, you're gonna sit and watch me fuck him raw and nasty, Des.

Stormwind: Won't be the last if you're nice, Des.

ironclad: I swear, if newbie is gonna be cumdump, I'm gonna be on whatever job he's on.

Stormwind: Plenty to go around, boys. Better be ready to clean this dick and worship these feet. They run real fast for y'all and they could use a tongue bath, won't even need any poppers. Freebase, baby.

EdgeRunner: See you at Checkpoint's, Wind. Welcome to the team.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #gay transformation #gamer transformation #punk transformation #punkification #criminal tf #male tf #gay tf #virtual transformation #cyber tf #badass transformation #musk

[chrissy-kaos]

Where them gamers at? Would you let me play with you 😜

#trans #trans pride #transisbeautiful #mtf #transgirl #mtf hrt #girlslikeus #maletofemale #transformation #transgender #gamer girl #casual gamer #gamergirl #video games #transexual #actually trans #mtf trans #this is what trans looks like #trans community #trans fem #trans feminine #trans girl #trans women are women #trans women #actually mtf #mtf girl #mtf hormones #mtf positivity #mtf pride #mtf women

[spophiearts]

So I fell down a rabbit hole....

#uh oh gamers #optimus prime #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus prime #autobots #decepticons #robots #mech #fanart #orion pax #this is #not the hyperfixation I was expecting this year but here we go #my art #art #digital art #drawing #sketches #macaddam #maccadams

[transpierbi]

Living my best life 🫶care to join or make it better?🤭 ps: I am naughty 💦💦👉🏻👈🏻🙈

#gayman #trans pride #transfem #transgender #transgirl #transisbeautiful #vintage gay #gay men #mf tickling #trans woman #trans beauty #translady #mtf trans #lgbt pride #transformation #tran #gamers of tumblr #games #feminine aesthetic #adult human female #adult model #pretty woman

[thunderpounce-inc]

Silly scene I want to include in Backseat Gamers, if it ever gets written.

I like to think that the HUD commonly seen in transformers media and fannon is basically an exocortex, since that's probably a what a real-life HUD would be.

And of course, I immediately pondered if Blitzwing could install and run DOOM on his...

#transformers #funny #maccadam #TFA #transformers animated #Blitzwing #Lugnut #Inc's art #Backseat Gamers from Beyond the Stars

[rodimushusband69]

golly wow its some shitty doodles tahts pretty crayz :000

TAP ON IT FOR BETTER QUALITY TUMBRL KILLED IT

(closeups under the cut cause its kinda hard to see evrything sorry!!)

#maccadam #my art #mtmte #idw megatron #rodimus #transformers #megarod #(?) #megatron #guys hes a gamer!!1!1!1!! #first time drawing megs lol

[idesofrevolution]

Purple Haze

“Who the fuck are you!” You stared at the half naked man lying on your sofa, playing GTA V, the room reeking of weed and… some unidentified scent. “Get the hell out of my house!” You were shrieking like a banshee, yet this studly stranger took no notice of your rage.

“Yo, bruh. Why you screamin’? Calm down.” As if a Valium hit you like a brick, waves of relief washed over you.

“I… I don’t know.” You stood there, dumbfounded. Wondering why it was you were so surprised this dude was in your apartment. You calmly place your stuff down at the door, kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes.

“Man, that fuckin’ job has got you stressed out as fuck.” He sits upright, patting the leather cushion next to him. Your head still fuzzy, you idly find yourself waddling over to him, and plopping down next to him on the couch. He tosses his arm around your shoulder, and hands you the second controller, which you gladly accept. There is nothing like Grand Theft Auto to let out all that aggression that builds up after a bullshit shift. “Sit back, and just let it out bro. I’ll roll us a blunt.”

Marco bends over, opening the pot box. Wait. Marco. Yeah, that’s his name. But, why do you know him? How do you know him? Have you seen him before? It’s as you stumble over the little holes in your memory, your nose is bombarded once again by that strange smell. Sweet. Salty. Sour… It’s rank! Yet, addictive. Your mind occupied on the game, your nose focused on the smell… It’s a sensual overload when Marco finally has the blunt in his mouth, lighting it up and letting out his typical massive cloud.

“Aight, here.” You take the blunt from his fingers, and he tosses his arm around your shoulders once again. You bring the blunt to your lips, and light it. You inhale, taking in that oh so familiar spicy taste of ganja. You sigh as you let out the smoke, settling into Marco’s comfortable hold. You try and pass it back to him, but he quietly refuses. “Nah, man. You need it way more than I do.”

You two shout and laugh together, high as kites as your outrageous shenanigans on GTA coincide perfectly with the absurdist humour the weed brings out. It’s at this point once again that your drawn again to that smell. It tickles the hairs in your nose, giving you shivers down your spine. Marco looks over to you, noticing your obvious goosebumps down your arms.

“Ahh. I know what you need.” You feel a hand grab the back of your head, and within seconds, your face is buried in a dark, dank little space. The smell is pulsating into your nostrils, clearly it is coming from here. “Yeah, I know how you like it. Breathe it in, babe.” You grasp Marco’s meaty pecs and back, pulling your face deeper into the sweaty armpit. He always knows how to treat you when you’ve had a rough day. Marco plays on, smiling, yet nonchalantly unperturbed. You lap up the beads of trapped sweat from his damp pits, savouring each and every ounce of his salty taste.

You pull away from your boyfriend’s musky pits for only a moment; just enough time to slowly and seductively pull down his beat up sweatpants. His gorgeous cock springs to attention, smacking you in the cheek. The familiar sour stench of his musky balls and cock welcomes you back to your favourite place on earth.

Marco grabs the base of it, smirking that familiar, cocky sidegrin. You know exactly what to do. You gently kiss and caress his tip, fondling those melons he calls his balls. Your insatiable lust takes over, as you go down on your boyfriend, deepthroating as if you’ve done it every single day. Each time your nostrils hit his bush, you take in that incredible stench, a product of his lackadaisical stance on showering.

He grabs the back of your head, thrusting his cock into your mouth, throatfucking you like he loves to do. He growls, moans, and grunts as he furiously fucks your face. Each slap of his balls on your chin, you are reminded of the amazing streams of seed that will flow down your throat- your drink of choice. No sooner as you think it, Marco roars out his animalistic grunt as he shoots his massive load down your throat. Stream after stream, neverending. You can feel the cum get caught in the back of your throat, heading up to your sinuses, and trickling down your nose. Each throbbing thrust of cum fills you in ways you cannot explain. As if it flowed from your mouth to your toes, filling you up with every single burst. You found yourself pulsating, your muscles stretching and contracting with every load barreled into your powerful gut.

Marco dismounts your cum-soaked face, and passionately kisses you. His little alpha persona is such a mock up, as you know that he’d rather just light a blunt than boss you around! You look down at the tattered remains of boring square work clothes on your lean, muscled body. What the fuck had happened? Who the fuck wears that shit? Thank god you sell out of your place, so you don’t even have to put pants on! Slipping on your favourite trash shirt, and rancid, cumsoaked undies, you plop back into your seat, while Marco begins to repay the favour you paid him. He’s in for a surprise. You didn’t wash up this morning, so there might be a little… Build up down there. You take a puff of your blunt as your boyfriend goes down on your cheesy cock. Damn. Doesn’t get better than this.

#male transformation #body transformation #jockification #original #transformation #musk #musky #possession #gay transformation #minionization #stoner transformation #stoner #gamer transformation #male tf #gaymer #filthy

[vitrificvitriol]

Me, my boyfriend, and his weirdass friend who makes us rub up against his dick until he gets off so we can have a date without him hovering over us

#size diff gamers come getchall juice #valveplug #transformers #tf perceptor #tf dead end #tf astrotrain #my art

[chrissy-kaos]

Do you have a twitch

I don’t… But.. would that be something ya’ll would be interested in? Let me know because I’m kinda on the fence about it! I’m not the best gamer but since there’s snow outside and it’s to warm to play pond hockey yet I got nothing better to do!

#casual gamer #gamer girl #gamergirl #trans gamer #transgender #trans #trans pride #transisbeautiful #mtf #transgirl #mtf hrt #girlslikeus #maletofemale #transformation #transexual #transition #this is what trans looks like #ask me please #ask me questions #ask me things #ask ask ask #trans women are beautiful #trans women #trans woman

[beemochi-art]

Haha grunt.

#transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark expedition #tfe bumblebee #bumblebee #gamer girl

[spiritshaydra]

Spicy hot take (lmao not really)

I think Wavewave hostility is an underrated dynamic. I wanna see these losers duke it out over them both having names that end in “wave” in a sort of THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE fashion (or something of an equally stupid and petty level)

Methinks it would be very entertaining, like how it’s entertaining to watch grackles fight over the same bread crust <3

#WHERE THE WAVE ON WAVE VIOLENCE AT #I WANNA SEE THE THUNDERDOME HAPPEN ON BOARD THE NEMESIS BRIDGE #BEEFY JURASSIC PARK SCIENTIST VS CRYPTIC FERAL TWINK GAMER PC #LETS FUCKING GO #Admission costs a bent paper clip and some stones idk #Wavewave #maccadams #maccadam #transformers #tfp #soundwave #shockwave #transformers prime #Tfp soundwave #tfp shockwave

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Bodysnatchers

It was that time of the year again. For Jimmy, this was the month he looked forward to most because it was time for an annual convention for one of his most favourite video games. The event had been going on for a few years now and he hadn't missed a single one. The community built by the event-goers was unmatched in his eyes, everyone was so kind, caring and unbelievably hot. Yes, a large percentage of the community was made up of gay men, and though he wasn't there to get his ass fucked, he enjoyed talking everything about the game franchise from it's beginnings to the spin-off movies, it's comics and speculating about what direction the game's developers will take in the upcoming releases.

Jimmy himself was a peculiar case. On the outside he looked like a blonde twink that hit the weights a fair bit, the muscle was due to his job which required a fair bit of lifting, and so had built him up a bit in the past year. When not working, he played games, watched movies, life was actually pretty chill for him. He'd booked a few days off work for the event and had spent the previous night packing his suitcase ready for the weekend. He caught his train on time and arrived in the city where it was all going to take place. He arrived around midday and made his way to the Premier Inn, checked in, passing a few familiar faces on the way to his room and kicked off his shoes and coat, taking a moment to relax on the double bed in his hotel room. He opened Twitter on his phone and put out a Tweet saying he'd arrived and was excited to meet everyone at the pre-event that night. It was a new thing the event organisers had thought up, a chance for everyone to mingle and catch up before the main event the next day.

Jimmy changed out of his casual shorts and t-shirt he'd arrived in and pulled out his evening wear, a short-sleeved shirt and chinos. He wanted to look his best, back home he didn't put much effort into what he wore, but here was a whole different case. He slicked his hair back, put on a silver chain necklace and sprayed his rarely used Playboy cologne. Maybe it was a bit over the top for casual socialising and game chatting, but he always went all-out for these events.

He checked Twitter again, there were some likes from the event-goers he knew and some he didn't recognise. He expected he'd be getting to know the newcomers soon enough and that was fine. He was used to showing the people that didn't know where particular landmarks were the locations of, and people knew him to be a decent enough guy, though he had in the past had to turn down invitations by some people for 'cuddles'. He saw one friend saying a lot of the folks would be down at the Premier Inn bar for drinks and socialising before the pre-event, so Jimmy put on a name tag he'd kept from the previous year which had his Twitter name on it; ResidentJimmy, and headed downstairs to the bar.

He saw a few people he'd been talking to the week before and was welcomed with hugs. Jimmy went to the bar to get a drink, Disaronno and Cola, and sat down with them. They spent a while catching up on life, laughing about the games they'd been playing, they were joined by a few others and eventually Jimmy moved on to say hi to some of the other event goers. An hour or two into the socialising and several drinks in, Jimmy was beginning to get a little tipsy. A person he was talking to had just headed off to see a friend of theirs that had just arrived when he was approached by a couple of younger men.

'Hi, sorry to bother you, but it's ResidentJimmy, isn't it?' asked one of them nervously. Jimmy turned to look at them. The one that asked the question was a bit squat, bespeckled with brown hair and the other was thin with black greasy-looking hair. Judging by the one with glasses' accent, they were Irish. 'Yeah that's me, nice to meet you both!' smiled Jimmy, beckoning to two seats next to him, which they eagerly filled. 'I thought it was you, I do love your streams over on Twitch' said the one with glasses, the one with black hair smiled and nodded nervously. 'Thanks, so who are you two then?' asked Jimmy, taking a sip of his drink and looking between both of them. 'Oh, I'm Gavin, I was here last year but didn't get a chance to say hi before, and this is Tiernan, my boyfriend. It's his first time here' said Gavin, smiling. Tiernan nodded and smiled too. Jimmy smiled and raised his glass and the three clinked their glasses as a toast to their newfound friendship.

'So I'm guessing you two are from Ireland, right?' asked Jimmy. Tiernan nodded. 'Yeah, Belfast, have you ever been?' asked Gavin. Jimmy nodded. 'Oh I love Belfast, haven't been there in a few years though, you guys have mountains! Where I'm from we've got a lake and that's about it!' shrugged Jimmy. Gavin laughed and looked to Tiernan, who was nodding his head and smiling, unable to look away from Jimmy. 'Gosh your man's a bit quiet Gavin, you ok there bud?' asked Jimmy. 'Oh he's just shy, you know how it is when you meet someone famous' said Gavin. 'Oh please, I'm not famous' laughed Jimmy. Shaking his head. 'Well we do love the videos you make, we tune in every week!' said Gavin. Jimmy smiled. 'Thanks guys, I really appreciate it' said Jimmy, looking to them both. 'Hey, have you ever been to Dublin?' asked Tiernan. Jimmy turned his attention to Tiernan. 'No I haven't, I'd love to some day though' said Jimmy thoughtfully. 'Ah, it's a pretty big place, do you know why?' asked Tiernan. 'Because Andrew Scott's from there?' asked Jimmy. Tiernan shook his head. 'Nah, it's because it keeps doubling!' said Tiernan. Jimmy worked out the pun and started laughing. Gavin and Tiernan joined in the laughter too. 'Oh that's good, Dublin, doubling. That's actually hilarious mate!' laughed Jimmy, Tiernan nodded his head. 'Thanks Sir!' he said. Gavin looked between them smiling. 'Well you must've left a good impression on him Jim, this is the first he's spoken all day' said Gavin. 'Ah you'll be alright Tiernan, everyone's friendly here, keep on cracking jokes and everyone's gonna love you' said Jimmy. Jimmy settled his glass down. He sat back in his chair, looking around at the other event goers. 'Well fellas, I need to go for a piss real quick, I'll be right back' said Jimmy, getting out of his chair. 'Alright, see you real soon Jim' said Gavin, giving him a thumbs up. Jimmy made his way to the toilets and over to the furthest urinal from the door. He exhaled as he pissed and looked to the ceiling, thinking of who to check up on next. He'd heard some guys had come in from France for the event and might need welcoming.

He finished his business and zipped up his chinos, turning to the left he saw Gavin and Tiernan standing there, Jimmy practically jumped out of his skin. 'Oh shit!' he yelled. Gavin smirked. 'Oh sorry if we startled you Jim' said Gavin gently. 'I'll say! I didn't hear you two come in!' laughed Jimmy nervously. The two didn't smile. Jimmy looked at both of them. 'So what, do you two piss together too or something?' asked Jimmy. Gavin shook his head. 'We just had to be sure' said Gavin, looking Jimmy up and down. 'Sure of what exactly?' asked Jimmy, feeling uncomfortable. 'You're a cute guy with big feet, we reckoned you had a huge cock, but it looks like you're packing on both sides' said Gavin, looking Jimmy dead in the eyes. 'What the fuck?!' asked Jimmy in disgust, looking to Tiernan, who he now noticed had been staring intently at Jimmy the whole time, looking more clammy and sweatier than he did back at the bar. 'Look guys, I'm really not looking for a threesome if that's what you're after' said Jimmy, wondering if he should yell for help. Tiernan began to fidget a bit. 'A threesome? That's rich!' laughed Gavin. He walked right up to Jimmy and looked up at him. 'Yes, I'm going to enjoy you a lot' said Gavin, giving Jimmy a swift right hook. The impact of the punch made Jimmy's head collide with the urinal, knocking him out. Jimmy fell in an unconscious heap on the floor. Tiernan moved towards Jimmy but Gavin stopped him. 'No, let me enjoy this face one last time' said Gavin, turning Tiernan's face towards his.

The two began to make out and feel eachother's bodies. Gavin pulled Tiernan's shirt off exposing his slightly pudgy and sweaty torso. 'Go on babe, slip into this English Fuck' said Gavin, giving Tiernan one last passionate kiss. Tiernan gazed into Gavin's eyes and nodded, grinning the most evil grin. Gavin bit his lip and watched as Tiernan took off his shoes, socks, jeans and boxers, his dick springing free. Gavin slapped him on the ass and Tiernan walked over to Jimmy's body and pulled him up to sit on the urinal. Licking his lips, Tiernan undid Jimmy's belt buckle and slid the chinos down to the knees, then pulled down his boxers. 'Knew it, Size 11. He's gorgeous!' said Gavin, sliding a hand down into his own pants, his own dick growing harder knowing what was about to happen. 'Man's got some… ASSets you'll find useful' chuckled Gavin, watching Tiernan crouch down and begin to caress Jimmy's thighs. 'Yeah, I've been waiting for this. Going in!' said Tiernan, pulling back Jimmy's foreskin and proceeding to stroke Jimmy's tip. Jimmy's body began to stir and convulse, his dick's slit beginning to leak fluid. As soon as the liquid met Tiernan's sweaty finger, it began to pull him in, first one finger, then two, soon his whole hand had liquified and sunk into Jimmy's shaft. Tiernan placed his other hand into the slit, getting sucked in up to his elbows, now it looked as if Tiernan was about to dive into Jimmy's penis. 'Go on babe, get right in there!' breathed Gavin who had dropped his pants and was slowly pumping his shaft. Tiernan looked to Gavin, winked and proceeded to move his head, shoulders, neck and torso into Jimmy's shaft. Jimmy's body was beginning to bulge with Tiernan's invading mass. Gavin began to laugh as he watched Tiernan's ass, dick, thighs, legs and feet slip smoothly into Jimmy's shaft, making the body balloon out and writhe. It looked like Jimmy had a squirming Alien inside his stomach, ready to burst out. 'Fuck, that's hot' said Gavin, beginning to pant heavily as he jacked his dick harder. Under Jimmy's skin, Tiernan was repositioning himself, putting his legs, arms, head on like putting on clothing, then the changes started to happen. Jimmy's face changed to resemble a mix of his and Tiernan's, his hair grew black and the already nice muscleculture began to blow out more. The expanding chest and torso burst open the buttons on Jimmy's shirt, the chinos tightened on the legs showing off everything on offer and the feet burst through Jimmy's shoes, making an impressive Size 15.

Jimmy's, or maybe Tiernan's eyes fluttered open, and he exhaled, the transformation complete. He stood up, pulling the boxers and chinos up and looked to Gavin, who had the biggest smile on his face. His man was now built like a Greek statue, and he was all his! 'Oh fuck yes babe!' said Gavin as his man sauntered on over to him, black-haired with blue eyes, smouldering the fuck out of his new face. 'So, what do I call you now?' asked Gavin, almost ready to cum. 'Call me whatever the fuck you want!' he said, grabbing Gavin's face and plunging his tongue down his throat. Gavin wrapped his arms around his man's waist and nutted all over his chest, letting out a satisfied gasp. The man guided Gavin's hands below his waistline and onto his huge, firm ass. They looked into eachother's eyes and Gavin nodded. 'I think I'll call you Chris. You're huge like him, but without the steroids' Gavin laughed. Chris smiled and swept Gavin off his feet. 'Well, we've got a whole weekend to find you a new body too babe. But for now I think we'll go for cuddles!' Chris said, winking. 'Oh yeah?' asked Gavin with a mischievious smirk. 'Oh yes, you came this round, now it's time for Round 2, gotta break me in!' said Chris. 'Damn, the horny's really Dublin now' said Gavin, smirking. Chris chuckled and kissed him again. And the two walked out of the bathroom to the lifts for a night neither of them were going to forget.

#transformation #gay #merging #bodysuit #gamers

[prodigyduck]

Continuing with the Transformers Contact Builds, here is another NPC from my current campaign: Brainstorm!

This is unofficial, fan-made content using the #Transformers #Essence20 #rpg by Renegade Games Renegade Game Studios

#transformers #cybertron #lost light #arcana #brainstorm #idw #dreamwave #headmaster #robots in disguise #maccadam #transformers g1 #rpg #tabletop #gamer #gaming #renegade games studios #essence20 rpg #essence20

[thunderpounce-inc]

More old concept art for Backseat Gamers, showcasing kinda how I'd see things going if the scope ever escalated from 'episodic silliness'

Considering the Blitzwings come to genuinely like and care about humanity across the trajectory of their playing Human Video Games (and then inevitably learning more about Earth/humanity), I'd imagine they'd eventually take a heel-face turn. Probably most sharply when some threshold gets crossed, and they decide they don't want to endanger Earth anymore.

Naturally, this would mean yoinking professor Sumdac from Decepticon base when they leave (esp considering he was probably the person to help them figure out to even get the means to play an Earth video game in the first place)

Poor Sari and Bumblebee being the most inundated with gamer culture, I feel, would be the ones both constantly hit with horror when one of the Blitzwings says something cringe/unexpectedly uses Earth slang, but also probably the ones who could actually translate the nonsense that is Blitzwing doing the crouch/uncrouch 'I'm friendly' gesture

#maccadam #transformers #funny #TFA #transformers animated #Blitzwing #Optimus Prime #Ratched #Prowl #Bumblebee #Sari Sumdac #Issac Sumdac #Inc's art #Backseat Gamers from Beyond the Stars