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"Influencing influencers"

Im Byron, im kinda popular on the media, wouldnt call myself an influencer but at least an small celebrity for certain people: gay guys. Im popular between gay guys.

Then there is this guy, Tod, he do Is an influencer, another gay guy pretty popular, and we have done some colaboration videos, thanks to this i got a bit of highlights recently, getting more followers, but just some days ago Tod posted something off, at least for his usual:

Fart jokes? Superhero referentes? Both together!? Really weird if you ask me to. The situation got weirder when a lot of popular guys from the "gymbro side" of the media started comenting, celebrating his video... And he wrote back, in the weirder way posible:

"@markobroskii: Sick Bro! Superman Is next

@Tody_yourguy: Aded to the list broski!"

Didnt tought too much about It until he post a video that made my jaw drop:

He wasnt just wearing clothes that didnt match his usual but he was in the lingerie zone playing with the undies, saying he was making the zone 'More enjoyable to the View"

That sell the deal. I send his a message and went to his place to check on him.

In the way to his place i saw his @ on media changing to @Tod_thebro.

Wtf!?

When arrived, i notice diferences since he open the door, he stank!

- Jesus! Tod, thats your smell!?

- Yeah, some bro scent, go ahead bro, take a sit - he said With a voice that sounded diferent, he was talking with this "Frat Bro" acent we used to laugh about.

His apartament was now a mess, full of empty - and not so empty - pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and sticky looking socks... He offer me a beer from a brand i didnt knew, but i'm not really a drinker so maybe thats why. I took it just to be polite, took some sips... Wasnt that bad.

Tried to find the cleanest place and thats where i sat.

- Sup bro, what did you wanna talk about?

- Well... About this... - I said looking around -Whats happening? First that gross fart video - I saw him chuckle when i mentioned that - then that also gross video on the lingerie store and Now... Look at your apartament, what hapened?

- I woke up bro - thats his only answer.

- Huh?

- I realice that gay life wasnt right for me

- What the fuck you- he interupt me

- Going to the gym, no worries about skin care routine - he keep talking - no worries even about showers, not washing my butt every-time-i-have-a-date - he said that words sounding indeed really sick of it- or not washing my butt at all, no using it for please other guys, just using it for this:

After saying that he lifted a leg and rip a long, smelly and loud fart

PRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTFFFF the fart resonated for all the place, stinking everything, i had to cover my nose inmediatly, which make Tod laugh.

- Tod, theres no way to go straight, u have always been against that believe!

- Used to, but theres way, and you Will UAAARP agree soon

- What do you mean? - i said confused, and a bit of worried

- See, my awaking start when i had the first can of a beer from this weird brand a hot masc guy gave me, that same beer you are drinking now

Oh fuck.

- Oh n-OOUUUURRRRRP

- It's already starting, bro

- Theres no way, uh-PRRRRRRFFTTTFFFF

Tod was smiling with and almost evil smile, chugged a can of beer, belched and said: Cheers bro.

While here, I was burping non-stop, feeling my brain a bit foggy... Why I was worried about?

...

@ morningboy💕:

Oh!, Byron finally posted something, and it looks like a colab with Tod! Maybe he make him come back to his senses, all his 'turning straight' story really afect to the community.

Anyways lets see the video...

Ok, that outfit was a choice, Byron - I tough

Keep watching.

Oh... Oh no, is Byron having a fart contest with Todd!?

This feels wrong... Wait! Why his user just changed to @Byb-ronski...

#dumber #male tf story #gay to straight #fart kink #gay #fart #bottom to top #alpha bro #male tfs #fart story

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"This is life"

"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering to my apartament. Since i gave that potion to my big brother, im living like a man should.

See, my big brother was always too polite, to strict, like an adult, i Guess he took the dad role since my dad leave us, so even when were just us two, it was like living with an stric dad.

"Dont leave the dirty clothes in the floor" "Dont Belch at the table!" "No marihuana!" "Clean the toilet seat, u gross!"

I was so sick of It. So i check and check in the weirdest places of the internet until i found a site that said that rigthfully could change peoples personality. It looked like a scam... But was worth trying. Just 3 days after a package arrived.

"Only put this oil in a drink, put some scent of the person you wanna 'the turned' be like, and then make sure 'the turned' drink It" - said the handmade intructions.

I put some soda in a glass, the oil and... Why not? I take my undies off and dip it in the drink for half of minute, then just left the wet undies in a corner of the room.

I gave it to my brother saying it was an 'Peace offer', he was surprised, and took it with an smile. First sip. All ok. Second sip. Confused face. Third sip...

- It tastes a little bit fu-UUUUURRRP - his talking turned into a big, deep, belch, he got Blushed - oh, excuse m-EEEEERRP AURRRP- You little fuck! What did You put in my drink!?

- Just something... To relax you

He tried to get up from the couch but when he bend, a Big, rumbly and smelly fart came out from his ass, he was looking shock.

- Good one bro! -told Him.

- Haha i know - he said, then he realiced - wait, what? No! That was gro-UUUUUAAARRRRRRRP - He Belched again- that was a combo! - he laughed

- Exactly! Why don't you finish your drink? Full that Tank of combos, big bro

He looked confused for a moment, like trying to remenber something, but at the end he shrugged and drank the rest of his drink, sealing his new personality.

- The first one is coming lil bro - he said with a lower tone, then he Open his mouth and...- UUUUUUUUUARRRRRRP -lifted his leg and- PFFFFFFRRTRTTTTTFFFRT

We both laugh together, which wasnt usual. Since that day things changed, no more scolding, no more laundry or cleaning, deliveries instead of cooking, gym and no showers, weed and beers everytime we want, burping and farting on the table or any other place, even each other faces. I never tough we could get a long this good... And i Guess we couldnt, my new brother is basically a copy of me, thats why we finally get along but... Who cares?

"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering with wings for lunch to our messy, smelly apartament, the familiar stench says hi to me and i breath it happily.

- Finally broski, i was hungry so had to eat pizza while waiting - he said

- Still have room for the wings?

He lied on his chair, lifted a leg and rip a a lot of farts out, the stench quickly take over the room, and i just laugh while fan away the stench with my hands.

- Now i do - he said with a smile

Man, this is life.

#dumber #fart #male tf story #iq loss #fart kink #transformacion #tfs #alpha man #fart story

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Hoot

Wings

Inspired by Anon Ask

Emery was waiting in his apartment for his date, Vinny, to swing by and pick him up. As he paced around he was looking at the clock and preening himself in the mirror, then he heard a ding from his phone. He checked his phone and the message from Vinny read “im here bruh”, Vinny told him he was DL and didn’t want anyone knowing. Emery was fine with it, the guy was super fine. He hurried down to his date’s car and hopped it, but as soon as he got in he was assaulted by a musty smell, the car smelled like it was hot boxed earlier that day with the guy’s farts. Immediately the big hunk driving told him that he wanted to take Emery to his favorite restaurant, “Oh which restaurant?” asked Emery, “I wanna surprise you” Vinny responded as he grinned, Emery agreed and sat back as Vinny started to drive.

(Vinny)

They pulled into a parking lot and got out, Vinny excitedly said “Oooo I havent been here in so long bruh”. Looking around the strip mall Emery just got taken to he asked him “Which restaurant is it?”, Vinny pointed in front of him and said “It’s the Wingstop! Im so pumped”. Rolling his eyes in his head Emery went along inside with him to the subpar first date location he was just taken to. Vinny and Emery ordered and sat down, “Hey, at least he paid” Emery thought to himself. For a few minutes Emery and Vinny just talked to each other and flirted a bit until their food was ready and was brought out to their table. Within a matter of minutes Vinny had completely devoured everything that he got, it took Emery a little while longer. As Emery continued to eat, he and Vinny continued talking when all of a sudden “PPPFFFFBBBTTTT” Vinny let out a loud fart that echoed in the restaurant. As Emery watched it happen Vinny’s mouth opened up a little bit and Vinny began drooling. Vinny didn’t react one bit, it was almost like to him it didn’t happen. Not wanting to be rude Emery didn’t say anything, he only grimaced as he was enveloped by the foul-smelling fart Vinny just released into the restaurant. “So what do you do for work?” Emery asked, trying to distract himself from the stench, “Uhhhhhh…I…have an…uhhhhhh Only…Fans”, Vinny said with such intense vocal fry it was a little difficult not to giggle. Emery eventually finished his mean even though the stench his date kept farting and belching out was making him lose his appetite.

“That was actually quite nice”, Emery said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, Vinny just stared back with a look of dumbfoundment in his eyes “…yes…was…good”, Vinny eventually said, sounding more like a caveman than anything else. As Emery was about to joke that he sounded like a neanderthal, he felt a gurgling in his stomach. Excusing himself from the table, he got up and began to walk past Vinny to go find a bathroom. Suddenly Vinny reached out to grab Emery’s wrist and asked with the cadence of a stereotypical imbecile “…me…you…sex now?”, Emery pulled his wrist away as politely as he could and told Vinny “Not on the first date. Maybe next time”, Vinny looked disappointed and didn’t respond. As Emery made his way to the bathroom he entered a stall and sat down expecting to be there for a bit. All of a sudden the gurgling came back with such a roar that it sounded like Emery hadn’t eaten for days, as soon as the roar ended Emery suddenly let out a boisterous fart that was significantly louder that Vinny’s was earlier. Feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, Emery tried to get up feeling like he was gonna pass out when again he let out a noisy fart which would have made anyone in the bathroom with him laugh, good thing he was alone. As he let out the second fart he realized that it felt good and it smelled even better than it felt, it reeked of rotten eggs and the wings he just ate. Emery wiped the thought out of his head and made his way to the sink looking at himself in the mirror. Trying to rationalize what was happening he thought to himself “It must be food poisoning, the wings must have gone bad. There is no other reason that I could be…so…” his thoughts began to trail off as he felt a silent fart squeeze out of his cheeks. “Huhuhuh…stinky” Emery said aloud. He closed his eyes and put his hand down his pants and rested his hand between his cheeks. He looked at himself in the mirror and against his better judgment “FFFFFBBBBTTTT” another loud, malodorous expulsion of fart fumes shot out of his ass and right into his hand. Emery lifted his hand up to his nose, “No no no…” he thought, closed his eyes, “This is so gross!”, and took a deep whiff “What…did…i…dooooo…”. Suddenly he felt his entire body contract, he felt as if his entire body had a cramp. From his toes up to his head, he was overwhelmed with the pain that shot through his body. However, just as quickly as it started it stopped, Emery opened his eyes and saw that the twinky guy standing in the mirror was replaced by a bigger more masculine man. He flexed his arm as he proudly let out another fart.

He looked at his new physique proudly in the mirror when all of a sudden he was overcome with the feeling something wasn't right, his mind was fighting back against whatever it was that was fogging up his mind. He tries to think of why he was feeling so lightheaded and foggy and thought that the fart fumes must be dumbing him down. In reality the stench wasn’t making him dumber, the stench was Emery’s intelligence converted into smelly fumes, Emery’s mind was simply going straight from brain to butt. He started to quickly go to the bathroom door to try and escape the fart chamber he had created when all of a sudden it opened and in front of him stood Vinny. Pushing Emery back into the stink filled bathroom, he put Emery back in front of the mirror and held him in place by the shoulders. “Fart…more…feel…better…” Vinny pushed out, obviously struggling to think of the basic words he was using. Emery took his advice as he looked at his own reflection in the mirror, “PPPPPPPPFFFFFFBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT”, as the awful stench was released from Emery’s perky rear he watched his reflection as his eyes grew duller and his mouth began to crack open just a bit. “Huhuhuhuh…brooooo i smell so rank”, Emery chuckled. “Stinky…straight…bros…sup- superi-…uhhh better” Vinny said, obviously dumber than he was when he picked Emery up. Emery tried in one last ditch effort to save himself from the smelly jock he was becoming, Emery thought to himself “Im not straight I love men Im gayyyy…” his thought drifted off as suddenly the mental image of him fucking a slutty blonde with big tits took over whatever cognitive abilities he had left. That was the final nail in the coffin as one last almost silent toot exited Emery, somehow it was smellier than the rest. Emery didn’t care tho, in fact Emery was proud of his smelly ass trumpet.

Vinny and Emery sauntered out of the bathroom and ordered more wings up front, sitting back down the two best bros just dumbly looked at each other without saying anything to one another. The wings were set down in front of them and they both immediately started demolishing their second basket of wings. As Emery finished he let out one final disgusting fart and as his bro dumbly guffawed at him Emery said for the first time in minutes “…me…stinky…”.

As the bros got back into Vinny's ride, Vinny took Emery’s phone and downloaded Grindr. Emery looked at it and said “…me…not…gay…”, and Vinny responded “… make…new…farty…bros…”

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"This ass Is your for farting"

This Is my fault. I tought my boyfriend was too femenine, too flamboyant...

I liked him, he was handsome, smart, lovely ... and With the Best ass around, but just not really into girly guys, he kinda embarrasses me when im with my mates... So i push him to convice him to join to the soccer team, maybe he could learn one or two Things about being masculine around those studs of the team.

After lots of trying, telling him i had a 'phantasy with soccer players' he said yes, he pick the team in base of the uniform tho.., the one who 'make him look Better', obviously the pink.

At start he wasnt enjoying It, but with the Time i saw him getting More excited about It, Until the day he came to our place excited about his first game, that day also notice something diferent... A slightly stench, i tought he just forgot to put some deodorant that day, but that stench just got stronger and stronger With time..., and he looked ok With it, a little too much i would say:

PRRRRPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT he lifted a leg and farted while we were at the couch together watching a movie - huh huh! Protein fart!

-Sweetheart, wtf!? - i said covering my nose

- Just some Man scent, "sweetheart" - i felt some anoy in His voice, and More in that last part - and this thing Is getting to boring, Let me find something Better - he quit or drama queer movie and changed It into the sport channel - there you go! Thats Better

"Well, at least hes not Girly anymore..." I said to myself. That couldnt console me for everything that was about to happen tho.

His stench was More and More strong, sometimes he wasnt getting showers or bath at all, and the one time i convince him to take a bath together saying we needed it something romantic (but being honest just needed him to get rid of the smell) he just...

-Hey, Babe, want me to turn this into a jacuzzi? - then he farted for like half of minute, flooding everything with its bubbles of stink

And as if that were not enough, he wasnt bottoming at all.

- "This ass Is your for farting, Bro"

With the Time i get he got sick of me trying to school him to being the educated cute bot he used to be, so he started saying i should join His team.

- "Maybe we can show you one thing or two of how to be a real Man"

It was devastated. Now i was the Girly one of the relationship, It seems.

And im tired, of the new him, of the new me, of the new us... So im doing something about It.

I walk to the training camp, ready for my first day in the team. Maybe he has reason. And he acept when I tried to change him, so... Maybe Is my turn.

I see my stud boyfriend pushing one of His buttcheeks while Lets out a really long fartp

PPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTRRRFTFFFT

Liberates With a dumb face expresion while His mates laugh loudly like a Group of childs.

I sigh and take a sip of my protein shake, I don't want to embarrass him in front of his mates.

#dumber #gay #male tf story #gay to straight #fart #fart kink #bottom to top

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"A straight foward Halloween"

Marco y Jalil, vivían juntos en su lindo y ordenado departamento, cada Halloween solían impactar en las fiestas con elaborados disfraces, sin embargo habían decidido un disfraz de Halloween menos producido, pero divertido para este año: los dos novios se disfrazarian de hombres heterosexuales.

Era una idea estúpida, pero todos aman una buena sátira.

Jalil se había decidido por unas bermudas y una camisa de fútbol de la selección del país.

Por otro lado Marco estaba usando unos pants flojos y un sport blanco sin mangas que además había tintado de un marrón amarillento en la zona de las axilas para hacerlo parecer un Sport sudado.

Todo habia sido comprado en lugares de segunda mano.

- Nos quedó increíble, 'Bro' - bromeó Marco dándole una nalgada a su novio

Después de aquel golpe, el trasero de Jalil liberó un corto pero sonoro pedo PPTTTTTTTTTRRRFT. El joven se sonrojo de inmediato.

- Jaja alguien se está metiendo demasiado en personaje - bromeó su novio

- Sí... No se que paso, lo siento Bro, ¡digo!, amor - contestó, sintiéndose un poco confundido

- No te preocupes amor... - Marco le dio un beso a su novio, no sabiendo que aquel sería el último...

Pronto arrugó la nariz, un hedor rancio estaba invadiendo sus fosas nasales. Era el gas de Jalil.

No quería demostrarlo e incomodar a su novio, pero aquel gas apestaba demasiado, era bastante sorprendente, jamás había sentido a Jalil apestar así. Para no incomodar a su novio, pero dejar de sentir aquel hedor, Marco caminó hacia el baño.

Estando ahí, aspiró profundamente, pero otro olor igual de rancio invadió sus fosas nasales, comenzó a buscar la fuente para toparse que venía de las manchas de falso sudor de su camiseta.

Pero era imposible... Las había hecho con colorante, agua y esencia de vainilla...

Sin embargo entre más olía, más seguro estaba de que aquel olor venía de esas manchas. ¡No podía ir a la fiesta oliendo así!, Así que se quitó la playera y decidió que también iría con una camiseta de fútbol, como Jalil. Que suerte que habían obtenido 2 camisetas de fútbol en aquel extraño bazar... Un momento... Aún estando sin camiseta el hedor lo acompañaba, olisqueo nuevamente y se dió cuenta de que ahora el hedor venía directamente de sus axilas.

Olió directamente y un olor a atleta después de partido lo invadió.

Algo muy raro estaba pasando.

Mientras, en la sala, Jalil se rascaba constantemente la entrepierna, había algo en aquellas bermudas que le causaba una constante picazón. Y eso solo podía resolverse de una forma: Jalil metió una mano a su ropa interior y rascó fuertemente.

Cuando terminó de hacerlo por alguna razón sintió curiosidad de oler sus dedos... así que lo hizo, un olor a sudor guardado y húmedo invadió sus fosas nasales.

"Tal vez necesito un baño... Tal vez" pensó y rió.

Pronto desde el baño se escuchó un enorme:

- PRRRRRIFFRRRFRRRRPT

Marco estaba teniendo una incontrolable cantidad de gases.

Jalil rió, sintiéndose incluso algo humillado, eso por mucho lo había superado

- ¡Buena Bro! - gritó Jalil, está vez no cambiando el Bro por algo más cariñoso.

Pronto marco abrió la puerta saliendo del baño y el hedor invadió todo el departamento, pero esta vez ninguno de los dos arrugó la nariz. Ambos aspiraron aquel masculino olor que les recordaba tanto al olor del locker room después de entrenar, el olor del sofá cuando los 2 se juntaban a jugar videojuegos, el olor que ellos consideraban olor a hombría; todos nuevos recuerdos implantados por aquel mismo olor de las camisetas y sus propios pedos que estaba alterando todo en ellos:

Marcos y Jalil ya no eran aquella ordenada y culta pareja gay, ahora eran 2 sucios, descuidados y descerebrados mejores amigos, dos bros que vivían juntos ya que eran los únicos capaces de aguantar el hedor y desorden del otro.

Marco hizo una reverencia a modo de broma, aunque realmente sí estaba orgulloso, seguro que aquel pedo había sido audible hasta en la habitación del nerd que tenían de vecino. Se puso su camisa de fútbol, y ambos estaban listos.

Este año los dos amigos habían decidido usar sus uniformes de fútbol como disfraz para Halloween, no era un disfraz muy creativo, pero ellos tampoco lo eran y no era como que a sus amigos hetero de la fiesta a la que iban les importará.

- ¿Listo, bro?

- Como siempre

Marco nalgeo a su mejor amigo, a lo cual este contestó con un ruidoso pedo, pero esta vez no hubo besos ni vergüenza, solo risas como los buenos jugadores de fútbol heterosexuales que eran.

#gay to straight #dumber #male tf story #gayahetero #fart kink #fart tf #transformacion

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Hola! Soy Dan, antes podías encontrame como @d-the-swaper pero perdí acceso a ese perfil.

En esta nueva cuenta (@dansformations) Encontrarás historias de temas de:

#bodyswap #gaytostraight #Straighttogay #dumbingdown #weightgain y demás...

Ya veremos cómo sale este nuevo blog.

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Hola! Este Tumblr es mío pero perdí mi acceso a el, estaré posteando ahora aquí en @dansformations sobre #bodyswap y #transformation . Síganme aquí 🫶

"El corredor y el hombre de la banca"

Tanto Jonás como Thomas hacían su recorrido por el parque, como era costumbre, la diferencia es que Jonás era todo un atléta, con abdominales y un rostro cincelado, correr alrededor de 3 kilómetros por la mañana no era un reto para él

Pero si que lo era para Thomas, él era gordo y lento, con una panza colgante y pechos gordos de hombre, cada que corría por las mañanas terminaba sin aire, descansando en una banca del parque tratando de recuperar el aliento. Usualmente al terminar su sesión se compraba algún bocadillo frito en el parque con los venteros ambulantes.

"Me esforcé hoy, me lo merezco"

Por lo cual no era sorpresa que no había perdido un solo kilogramo. Seguía gordo.

Thomas solía ver pasar a Jonás cuando él se encontraba sin aire en las bancas, pensando en lo maravilloso que podría poder tener ese gran cuerpo, fuerte y atlético, y ese rostro cincelado y atractivo, pero al parecer estaba destinado a un cuerpo gordo y suave, y un rostro relleno.

Ese día mientras Thomas estaba sentado decidió que había llegado el momento de conseguir lo que quería, se levantó dispuesto a dar todo de sí en ese entrenamiento, dispuesto a cambiar sus hábitos alimenticios, haría lo necesario para convertirse en alguien como Jonás...

¡Pock!

Perdido entre sus pensamientos no se dió cuenta de que Jonás pasaba por ahí y ambos se dieron un fuerte golpe.

- Lo... Lo siento - dijo apenado Thomas

- ¡Fíjate gordo! - sin decir más, Jonás se levantó del suelo sobando su cabeza, fulminó con la mirada al otro hombre y se fue del lugar.

El encuentro había desanimado a Thomas quien prefirió comprar un snack y regresar a casa.

Esa noche mientras ambos chicos dormían tuvieron esa sensación de caer entre sueños, como si flotarán y regresarán al suelo de golpe. Claro que no era un sueño, era un intercambio de cuerpos.

Jonás se levantó dispuesto a realizar su calentamiento antes de entrenar pero al ponerse de pie se sintió mucho más... Pesado. Como si usará un gran abrigo, pero está idea desapareció cuando se vio al espejo: no era un gran abrigo, era su cuerpo. ¡Estaba obeso!

Y ni siquiera era él, no era Jonás, no estaba en su habitación, era aquel gordo inútil con el que había chocado ayer. Aterrado se desvistió para ver su cuerpo flácido. Siempre se había esforzado mucho para tener un cuerpo perfecto y ahora, de la noche a la mañana lo había perdido, y no solo eso, había perdido su vida y se la habían cambiado por otra, la vida de un gordo llamado Thomas que desde que empezó a trabajar en una cafetería se volvió adicto a los postres. Él no lo sabía aún, pero tendría que acostumbrarse, no había vuelta atrás, tampoco sabía que ser gordo realmente no era tan malo, pero con el tiempo lo descubriría... Y lo disfrutaría.

Se sentó en su cama nuevamente, el parase de golpe lo había hecho agitarse...

Por otro lado el nuevo Thomas salió a realizar su recorrido por el parque, estaba sorprendido por lo ligero que podía sentirse sin eso kilos y kilos demás.

Nunca había tenido un cuerpo escultural y ahora de la noche a la mañana lo tenía. Claro que también había dejado atrás su antigua vida pero lo valía, se adaptaría.

Camino por el parque saludando las miradas que atraía y presumiendo aquel cuerpo que hace unos días no le pertenecía y era solo la fantasía de un hombre obeso.