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Am I bigger? Pictures from today’s gym session. I’m so sore

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Another day at the gym. Now time to fill my belly with pizza

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Belly filled with pizza

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Hi Tumblr. Starting a gaining (muscle and fat) Tumblr

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The Strange Rose

Hi, hello. This is my first Tumblr TF story. I hope you all like it. Enjoy!

          “What do you mean I can’t go to the party with my friends?” said Leo. Leo’s dad stamped his foot and said, “Because you haven’t finished cleaning the yard.” Leo stormed off and went to his room to cool off. Leo enters his room and slams his door. “Dang, my old man is always on my back”, said Leo. Leo changed into his workout clothes and went outside.

           While outside…Leo started with one of the easiest tasks. Planting flowers because he isn’t physically strong. Leo was an average height 19-year old man with little muscle and no body hair. The complete opposite of his dad.  He always loved flowers since his mother passed away. There was a pretty rose bush right in their garden. Leo gathered some flower seeds of different types of flowers. Tulips, daffodils, roses, and sunflowers. Once he gathered all the seeds, he went to go start planting them.

           Leo started to sweat because it was a nice, but warm summer day so he decided to go get some ice cold water. Upon returning with some water, he noticed a blue rose in the rose bush. He had never seen a blue rose before. He wanted to examine the blue rose without cutting himself with the thorns from the vines. He kneels down and looks at the blue rose, but he was hesitant to touch it. After a few seconds of thinking, he reached out and touched the rose, but he was zapped by a small electric shock. “Huh, that was…strange.” Leo got back up, but he felt a little lightheaded while standing up. He needed to go lay down. He went back into the house and told his dad that he was feeling a little dizzy. His dad looked at him a little bit suspiciously, but just nodded.

           Leo lays down on his bed and close his eyes to get some rest. While he was sleeping, Leo’s legs started to get longer and longer, reaching the end of his twin size bed. Still fast asleep, his feet grew from a size 7 to a huge size 13. He groaned as feet grew bigger, but he was somehow still asleep. Next, his lower body started to get hairy. Leo could never grow a single hair on his body, but dark blond hair started sprouting more and more on his lower body. His lower body suddenly started blowing up with muscle and fat. His calves and thighs were so thick that he could crush a watermelon. Geo felt his butt plump up with fat and muscle as well, making it a nice jiggly bubble butt.

           Geo wakes up, rub eyes, and stretches. As he stretched, both his torso and arms were getting longer and longer, sprouting him up to a tall 6’4”. He felt taller than his dad. Gero didn’t notice the changes in his body, but he did have trouble standing at first. He walked to his computer and typed “Strange Blue Rose” in Google. He didn’t find any strange things about the blue rose, but he slowly looked down and saw that his stomach had become a large, round ball. He panicked. Gero felt like this all happened because of the blue rose he touched. He suddenly got up and went to look in his mirror. As he saw, he did not see a skinny 19-year old man. He saw a giant with a huge lower body and a dad bod. Out of nowhere, he felt horny about his belly pressing down on his dick. He rubbed his small bulge.

           Gerl rubbed his belly because he loved the size of his new belly. It gave him power. He felt some tingling in his chest and saw that his pecs started growing wider. They looked like man tits. He pressed into them and felt not only muscle, but fat as well. His daddy tits kept getting wider and bigger. “Daddy…” Gerl thought. He wasn’t gay. He slid his hands down his chest and accidentally touched his nipples. He let out a small moan, but his voice got deeper and deeper. His nipples had gotten bigger and more sensitive. He needed his nipples and tits to be suck by somehow smaller than him. He wanted to breed someone. He wanted to be someone’s Daddy. Then he felt dick get longer and thicker.

           His shirt ripped off of him as his arms blew up in insane proportions. He flexed his arms and was amazed by the size of them. They looked like they would be great huggers. His waistline blew from a small size 28 to a size 42. He felt powerful. His shoulders broadened and were round bowling balls. Gerl was naked in his room, but that soon changed when the wind blew across his back. After his back broadened, a pair of jean shorts formed on his lower body and a gay pride tank top appeared on his upper body. He felt more tingling in his body and craned his neck back. Dark blonde rapidly appeared all over his upper body, his chest, belly, arms, and even his armpits. He felt like a bear, but he still had his baby face.

           That soon changed when he felt a little pain in his jaw. His jaw hardened and became square. His nose got slightly bigger, his lips plumped a bit, some wrinkles appeared, and his eyebrows thickened. His hair on his head grew slightly longer and added a few grays to his hair adding some years to his appearance. Lastly, a majestic brown beard and mustache and combo grew on his face. It was luxurious and big, and it was very soft like a teddy bear.

           Gerald growled and felt like a new man. He went downstairs but was anxious a little to see his dad. He saw his dad and said “Hey, Josh…” He realized what he said and covered his mouth. Josh, Leo’s former dad, turned around and said “Hey, babe. What’s up?” Gerald didn’t know what to say except “I’m sorry I didn’t finish the yard work. I felt really hot.” Josh stopped drying the dishes and gives his sexy bear man a hug. “It’s okay. I still love you. Now let’s go plants some flowers” as Josh said while touches noses with Gerald and kissing him. “I would love that,” said Gerald.

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A Captain And His Crew - Part 1

Charming was a little desperate. Not only was his own daughter the Dark One, no, Hook was one too. Two Dark Ones. Nobody knew what both were up to. Regina was on her way to her vault with Snow to equip herself with magic. But so no one would notice anything, David had to go to the sheriff’s station. There were other things to do. Even if he hated not being able to do anything. It was his job to protect everyone. As a father, as a husband.

The building was empty when Charming put the key in the lock and went into his office. He sat down at his desk and pulled out some files. But suddenly he was bathed in red fog and his surroundings became blurred. When the fog cleared again, he wasn’t in his office. He was on a ship.

“Surprise, David - are you happy to see me?” David turned his head. In the middle of the deck, just a few meters in front of him, was Hook. The Dark One. “Under different circumstances, certainly more than now. What do you want from me, Hook? “, Charming asked and wanted to get closer to the other man, but the ropes of the mast snaked around his wrists behind him. And no matter how he pulled it, nothing moved. “Hook, free me now! Immediately!”, he said, getting louder and louder. But Hook raised his hand and at the same moment he was forcibly silent as Hook closed his throat with magic.

"Well, well … I can see, a little chat among old friends will probably not work today …”, Hook said and now stood directly in front of Charming, who could only gag and look at the other angrily. “But that can be solved, soon we will get along very well”, Hook whispered, his eyes glinting with evil. If Charming had been able to, he would have swallowed hard now. He wasn’t really afraid, he was one of the bravest men in his kingdom. But a Dark One’s plans were obscure. And cruel.

“Please … go … Snow,” he gasped out with a lot of effort and his face grew redder and redder because he couldn’t breathe properly. But Hook tapped Charming’s trained chest with his hook. “She will do good without you. She has your precious, life-destroying daughter”, he said and reached with his hand in Charming’s chest and took out his heart.

Only now Hook’s magic wore off, which was choking Charming’s neck. He grunted in pain and sagged a little on the floor, but the ropes on his wrists held him up. “Go on, crush it”, he said, panting, while Hook watched the bright, magical heart in his hand.

“Crushing? You mindless muscleman, I don’t want your death. I’ve got something much better to do with you”, Hook replied and ran his hook over the railing. "A pirate is not complete without his crew … and you will soon be part of it.” Before Charming could express his horror in any way, Hook opened his leather pants and stood for a few seconds in front of the former king of the Enchanted Forest. Charming wanted to turn his head away to avoid seeing another man’s junk, he really had no interest. But something was preventing him from moving his head. So he had to see in disgust how a red cloud wound around Hook’s hairy penis and slowly but surely made it erect and glistening with sweat.

“You know… mhm… being the Dark One has its advantages. So much magic that I can do now. You’ll like this little trick”, he groaned. His breathing got heavier and heavier and finally Hook gave a short moan before he came and shot all his cum over Charming’s heart. Charming felt like he was about to puke. But instead of the viscous liquid dripping down, his heart sucked everything in. A strange feeling went through Charming. “But that’s not the end, mate”, Hook added and took the heart and rubbed it once under his hairy testicles. Some hair stuck and was pulled in as well.

Charming was really on the verge of vomiting, but then Hook was standing in front of him, his pants still down, his penis still dripping. "Enjoy it, Charming”, he whispered and put Charming’s heart back in its place.

The moment Hook pulled his hand out again, Charming’s body began to tremble. Little by little his hard-trained muscles disappeared, his arms thinned, his chest muscles dwindled until his chest was as flat as it was when he was 13. His legs also became narrower. He looked down at himself in horror. His clothes slipped down his thin body, which was now much too loose for him.

Hook just stood there and stroked his beard or penis from time to time. Apparently, he found the whole thing extremely amusing and arousing.

But suddenly Charming felt something in his own pants. His own member was pressing against his jeans extremely uncomfortable. He felt so horny, feeling the rubbing in his crotch. This pleasurable flowed through his body as his cock continued to rub against the rough denim. Sweat broke out of his pores. “What … ungh … is happening to me?”, Charming gasped and moaned. His penis grew down his leg while his testicles got bigger and bigger. They pressed uncomfortably against his thighs and pushed the fabric over his crotch far forward. He groaned again when he had to move slightly. But then suddenly a smell his nose, accompanied by a scratchy feeling in his crotch.

“Well, we want to see the spectacle”, Hook said and with a swivel of his hand Charming’s pants fell to the floor and his shirt opened. Charming couldn’t believe his eyes. He hadn’t been little before, but that … that was madness. At least 11 inches stood stiff and firm in front of him. Then the tickling feeling came again. And the smell. Little by little, dark brown hair, a great deal of dark brown hair, penetrated his skin and covered his huge testicles with a thick, curly carpet of hair. A pungent odor filled his nose and he grimaced.

“Take a deep breath, that’s the only smell you will know of yourself from now on. A pirate doesn’t smell like sandalwood, a pirate stinks , ”Hook said. The smell grew stronger and stronger. But with every second that David smelled him, he felt less disgusting. In fact, it seemed … familiar. He started smiling as he bowed his head down. Yes, that was a real pirate smell. Only he smelled like that.

While he continued to breath in eagerly the stench his crotch was producing, the dark brown hair spread over his legs, in his crack, filling it with musky hairs. His stomach, far away from his previous stature, remained almost free, but a subtle blanket spread over his shrunken pectoral muscles. The bristling of his new chest hair caused his pinkish nipples to darken and the grew erect, making him moan again. Charming was quite intoxicated by that smell, which was now joined by another. The blond hair under his arms changed and began to smell too. He sniffed it and his penis twitched in sheer happiness. His brain felt foggy. He stank pretty bad. He had never stink so much. But now he was. Only pirates stink like that. He stank so much. So … he had to be a pirate, right? His head felt more and more empty.

Then suddenly pain shot through his face. The stubble of his beard that has grown over the past few days became darker and thicker, his chin sharper and his lips thinner. He lost his powerful, charismatic face and became more sly-looking. Like someone who would kill you for your money. Like a real pirate.

Yes, he was a pirate. A proud pirate. A proud, smelly pirate! His scalp began to tingle as his eyes turned dark. His short blonde hair grew longer and longer, curling and twisting until he had a wild mane on his head.

“Very well, now spoil your captain, mate,” Hook said, maneuvering Charming’s head towards his rock-hard penis again. Briefly there was resistance in his changing mind, but then he smelled the scent that was streaming towards him and other memories penetrated his mind. With an eager look, he took Hook’s penis in his mouth and sucked on it as the Dark One moved his hips faster and faster. From his mouth, Charming’s skin darkened as if he had always been on deck.

Of course, he was, he was the goddamn first mate of the Dark One! And with a deep moan, Hook came again deep into Charming’s waiting mouth and when Charming took a deep breath after swallowing it, another wave of the other’s and his own musk hit him. His voice changed, becoming less clear, dumber, simpler. And with a final grunt he shot vast amounts of cum over the deck. Everything that was left of Charming was gone now. And all that remained was Stank, the first mate on the Dark Roger. The ropes that had tied him disappeared. As he straightened up, sweating and panting, clothes and countless jewelry pieces appeared on his body. He grabbed his crotch and looked at his captain. Stank saluted and another surge of musk spread across the ship. He took a deep breath and felt his penis stir again. And when he was about to get himself another release, his captain stopped him.

“Save that, mate … we have a crew to recruit”, said Captain Hook, pointing at the near town of Storybrook. Stank smiled cockily and licked his lips. They would get the best crew ever.

Hey tf-fans! Happy New Year! 

I’m back with a OUAT-story after a very long time! I had this idea quite along time and I’ll definitely continue this series. And I’m open for suggestions who should be the next crew member! ;-)

You can read part two here!

 If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories - just drop me a message or a question! I love to see your awesome ideas. 

Have fun and stay safe!

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A New-Old Profession

After Ambrose had stored the jar with the soul of his former bully inside the cellar of his family’s mansion, he thought about the empty buildings next this place. Of course, he lived here with his father, his glorious father, the most powerful man in the world who would surpass every human being in this world. His former friends were gifted with their own mansions all over the land – but they were far away.

“Father, I go back to my former realms and find new inhabitants for the empty mansions around our land”, Ambrose told his father who was sitting behind his desk in his private rooms. “Very well, my son, I look forward to it – come back with new members for our revolution.” “I will.”

And with these words Ambrose rose his arms and a coal-black cloud surrounded him. After a few seconds he opened his eyes and was back again at his university. With a quick movement, a phone appeared in his hand and he typed in the number of one of the best-known English professors.  

“Professor Shaftsbury? This is Ambrose III., Duke of Cunningham, I’m glad I finally reached you – I received your invitation to your university to talk about my noble lineage. My driver would be there in a few minutes, I hope you could spare some time”, Ambrose said with a tone that made sure the professor couldn’t say no.

“Oh… of course, I will meet you in the entrance hall, Sir”, the professor said hastily and ended the call. Ambrose grinned evilly. This mad would be a perfect addition to their rows – he was an expert of the English aristocracy. And who would have been better to search in the Cunningham’s lineage? But of course, Ambrose needed to make sure that this man wouldn’t spill any information…

After a few minutes Ambrose sat in the office of Professor Shaftsbury. He was a middle-aged man with now hair on his head and an unshaven face. The glasses on his nose made him look even older. Ambrose shook his head. What a pathetic existence!

“It is a very big honour, Sir, I tried to research your family tree for a long time but your family is very careful with personal information”, the man said and Ambrose cocked an eyebrow. Personal information? This man wanted personal information? He grinned and stood up. The professor looked at him in confusion. “You know, we have a family motto – only speak with family about family… but I think we can make an exemption for you”, Ambrose said and clapped his hands. Out of nowhere a long parchment appeared on the other man’s desk.

“My lineage goes back until the Norman’s conquest of Britain and is connected to the most powerful and noble houses – a lineage of that you will be a part of very soon.” With these words Ambrose waved his hands and the doors and windows of the big office shut and the curtains closed. The other man jumped up in fear.

“Please… no… whatever you want to do… I have a family… my son”, the bald man pleaded, but Ambrose just laughed. “Don’t worry about your filthy son who just cares for sports and girls – I’ll take care of him after I’m done with you… now… come to me”, Ambrose commanded the man. But the professor only stood still, obviously trying to resist Ambrose’s supreme power.

“I said COME HERE!”, Ambrose yelled and finally the man’s eyes clouded and became milky white. With a wave of his hand, both their clothes disappeared. Ambrose’s hairy body was exposed and a slight dusting of sweat was covering it. “As you can see I feel a little wet – make me clean and clean yourself of your old existence”, Ambrose commanded and the other man started licking over the sweaty hairs. With another little trick Ambrose’s sweat turned deep black and with every drop the professor sucked of his skin he moaned more.

“This is right, feel the nobility fill your dirty mouth…”, Ambrose moaned as the professor reached his hair surrounded nipples and sucked on them. And with a grunt both men came and Ambrose shot his seed on the other man’s chest that started glowing in a dark brown colour.

The body of the man started cramping and he fell to the floor. His body became younger, wrinkles and the flab around his chest and stomach receded and left only strong and young skin. The stubble on his face became darker and thinned out a bit. At the same moment dark dots appeared on Professor Shaftsbury’s bald head as dark hairs grew thick out of his skin and flowed down his head. His nose shrank a little bit and his chin became squarer. He was looking better by the second, Ambrose thought and felt his own cock responding to this wonder on the floor.

“That’s right, feel my magic… our family’s magic penetrate your body… feel it becoming better, worthier”, Ambrose said, his voice was more like a deep, scary whisper. The light dusting of greyish-brown hair on the changing man’s body thickened, but stayed at the same level as before. Ambrose shook his head and sent a wave of dark magic into the body before him. Every hair turned dark-brown and even more hairs sprouted out of the pores, covering the slimming stature. Soon the pits and crotch were a thick nest of brown hair.  His ass checks and glutes swelled with lean, firm muscles.

Suddenly the former professor opened his eyes - they became a darker shade of blue and the eyebrows above them thickened as he crawled towards Ambrose, already licking his lips. With a leap forward he took in Ambrose’s thick cock and began to jack off his own, that was becoming longer and thicker by the second.  Ambrose pushed his cock deep inside the waiting throat before him. The grunting and muffled moaning before him became deeper and younger and with a final push both men came. The new man’s belly protuded slightly and pressed against the tweed west. Some cum dripped down from his very kissable lips and formed a white-dotted tie on his slim, hairy chest.

Dark grey mist oozed out of the former professor’s body and formed a elegant suit with brown, shining leather-shoes. For a brief moment, confusion appeared in the changed man’s eyes. But then Ambrose put his lips on the other’s and infused his weak mind with gratitude and loyality to the Cunningham family. The other man shuddered and came again - a strong smell of pine and musk began to emanate from his pores and Ambrose breathed in deeply. This was a fine specimen of man he created. 

  “Welcome back, Archibald of Cunningham”. Ambrose said to his adopted cousin after he stopped sucking on his lips. His lonely aunt Elizabeth once adopted this filthy little brat ten years ago and formed a respectable young man out of him. 

“My Lord Ambrose, I’m so sorry I forgot our monthly meeting for the family ritual”, Archibald said and bowed down deeply, showing Ambrose his well-clothed and slim back. 

“Don’t worry, just keep searching our noble lineage and I will provide you with enough of my seed that you never will be harmed by the blood-magic of our family“, Ambrose said generously and stroked Archibald’s tight crotch what made him moan in sheer pleasure. He adored his adoped cousin who was absoultely addicted to his cum and hairy chest.

Ambrose waved his hands again. The curtains opened and they were no longer in a simple university office, but in one room of the Cunningham Manor, where Archibald explored the chronicles and family tree of the Cunningham line. Ambrose smiled. As soon as they’d took over the world, they could present every living person the glorious past of their family.

Family… that pathetic professor had a son. Ambrose smiled and clothed himself again. This air-headed young man really needed to be reunited with his improved father.

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Tombola

It had been two years since Christopher's favourite series had been cancelled. He had spent many, many hours in the world of Enchanted Forest, Storybrook and all the intertwining of all the characters and probably knew as much about this series as the people who wrote it. Today, 23 October 2021, was the tenth anniversary of the series, ten years ago today the very first episode was on television. And today Christopher sat all excited in the digital waiting room of the Zoom conference of the OUAT reunion show. For years, he had been unable to do his actual job after a serious leg injury and had plenty of time on his hands. In the dark early days, he had discovered Once Upon a Time and found some more joy in life again.

He had specially asked his boss for an afternoon off and almost didn't get it because someone from the team at the hotel where he worked in the office for a few hours a week since his retirement had called in sick. However, fate seemed to mean well for Christopher.

Christopher looked at his wristwatch; actually, it was supposed to start at 6 pm already. But they were already a few minutes over. He adjusted his reading glasses. Did he have the time wrong? However, before he could get out his written confirmation with the personal code he was supposed to give for his authentication and look it up, something happened on his screen.

Slowly the cameras came on and Christopher could see almost the whole ensemble. "Hey, glad you're all here - our managers already said it wasn't easy to get access for this, so all the cooler that you made it," Josh Dallas, the actor from Prince Charming, greeted the assembled fan base from his sofa. He introduced the programme together with Sean Maguire, actor of Robin Hood, and Lana Parilla, actress of Regina Mills. Christopher listened intently and laughed a lot as they all talked about the filming, answered fan questions and gave everyone a great experience. After just under three hours, the event was ending. Then Colin O'Donoghue spoke up again.

"Now before we say goodbye here, is there a Christopher Carpenter in this faceless crowd?" he asked and Christopher hurried to turn on his camera and mic.

"Yes, here I am!" he said excitedly, his reading glasses falling off his nose he nodded so vigorously.

Colin grinned at him. "Okay, then just enter your code into the window that's about to pop up, we've got a surprise for you." With sweaty fingers, Christopher typed in the ten-digit code of numbers and letters while his thoughts circled the other's words. A surprise? For him? Oh God, maybe there was some special thing they hadn't told yet? Or they would finally answer an important question he had sent as a letter to the team after the series was over? So many possibilities. Christopher pressed enter.

Colin was talking to someone off-screen. Then nodded. "Very nice, it all seems to add up. So, to explain the surprise, more people are about to be approached, don't worry: we've started a secret competition and 20 of you have won original props from the show. You'll see exactly what in a week's post." Christopher didn't know what hit him. Soon, soon he would own an original prop from his favourite show. Oh, he was so happy he started cheering until he realised his microphone was still on. Embarrassed, he switched it off.

Half an hour later the meeting was over and Christopher still couldn't believe it. A small part of him perhaps didn't want to believe it either. But a much bigger part of him found it sad at that moment that he couldn't tell anyone. His colleagues at work didn't care about Once Upon a Time or talk to him. His friends were for the most part far away, unavailable or already dead. He had never had a relationship, nor did he have a family anymore. Christopher felt it was a bit of a shame that he couldn't share the joy he was feeling with anyone. So he decided to re-watch his two favourite episodes of the series every day for the next seven days until his winnings arrived.

After a week, Christopher came home from a slightly longer shift at the hotel and looked in his letterbox. There was a letter inside. With the logo of the studios that had produced Once Upon a Time. Hastily, as fast as he could with a leg that was no longer completely healed.

Dear Christopher,

As a fan from the very beginning, we would like to congratulate you once again on your prize. Unfortunately, your original prize was broken in transit, so we will be sending you a slightly larger prize as a replacement. Thank you for your years of support.

Josh Adams

Needless to say, Christopher was now a little disappointed. He had been looking forward to having an original prop from Once in his house soon. But if the studio wrote him extra, it could only end well.

Another seven days passed and Christopher had to take sick leave after a very exhausting day because he could hardly perform. Today, of all days, the painkillers didn't work fast enough either, so he almost couldn't go to the door when the doorbell rang. "Please wait a moment, I... bloody hell, stupid leg... be right there," Christopher called out as the person at the door rang repeatedly. Finally, after several minutes and with his face contorted in pain, he managed to open the door and an impatient-looking parcel deliveryman stood before him.

"Carpenter?" he asked, looking from Christopher to his doorbell and then back to his clipboard. Christopher nodded. Barely enduring the standing. "Sign," the messenger said curtly and held out the clipboard with a form to the other man. Christopher signed and no sooner had his pen stopped touching the paper than the messenger was gone. Only now could he look at the package lying at his feet. It was quite flat and about a metre long. The logo of Christopher's favourite series was emblazoned on the box and for a moment, the pain in his leg was blown away.

"It's here! Finally!" he said and the grin on his face grew wider. As quickly as he could, he brought the package into his living room so he could take a good look at the contents. What was in it? It wasn't particularly heavy. Was it perhaps one of the candlesticks from Rumpelstiltskin's castle? One of the Evil Queen's spellbooks? So many possibilities...

With a box cutter, Christopher carefully cut through the cardboard and strings and... then there before him was something he never thought he would see live. It was a coat made of leather, with a red waistcoat, a dark shirt, trousers made of leather... and a sparkling pendant on a chain. It was one of the costumes Hook had worn!

"Oh my God, this is unbelievable, this is amazing!" Christopher was very happy! This had been worth waiting for! Almost in awe, he lifted the clothes out of the box and took his reading glasses from the table to have a closer look. Carefully he ran his trembling fingers over the textures. Felt the patterns of the clothes, stroked the smooth metal of the pendant. It was beautiful...

Suddenly the skull flipped open and a small note fell out. Christopher groaned as he had to pick it up from the floor. The writing was neither very neat nor particularly large, so even with his reading glasses, it was difficult for him to decipher everything.

These things have always helped me to empathise with my role. I hope they will have the same effect on you. C.

Christopher's eyes grew wide. And frowned. What did this C mean by that? Had it been the actor from Hook? Christopher suddenly felt the urgent need to take a closer look at the clothes. What did the waistcoat look like from the inside? Slowly he opened the buttons. What he didn't notice was that the pain disappeared from his right leg. Christopher thought nothing of it. Surely the painkillers were finally working. The inside of the waistcoat was as noble as the outside. Should... should he try it on? Just for fun, it wouldn't fit anyway. Over the years, beer consumption had left some marks on Christopher and given him a very wide midsection. But he was determined to try it out. He felt excitement spreading through his body. It wouldn't take long, Christopher thought to himself, everything was too small anyway.

But just as he was about to lift the shirt and waistcoat, everything disintegrated into fine crumbs. "NO!", Christopher screamed and stared at his hands in horror. One by one, all the things in the box disintegrated until there was nothing left but a small pile of dust. Some of the dust got into Christopher's nose, which made him sneeze and spread the dust all over the room. He had to cough as dust particles entered his lungs again. "What a bummer, why is this only happening to me?" he whined between coughing fits. Coughing as he inhaled more and more of this dust, he just decided to go to bed. The evening was ruined.

However, in the middle of the night Christopher woke up, he felt terribly hot. Drenched in sweat, he threw off his duvet and reached for the remote control for his air conditioner. He didn't care that it was November. He felt like he was about to melt! He tore off his pyjamas and lay on his bed in just his pants. Was he getting sick? Was he getting a fever? A dull pain suddenly appeared in his stomach area and Christopher rubbed his sweaty hand over his stomach until he stopped, puzzled. Was it because he was lying down, or why was there less mass there than usual? His skin began to tingle.

Bit by bit, the little fat pads that had accumulated throughout his life disappeared. But not only on his belly. All over his body, the superfluous fat disappeared until he was back in the weight range he had had as a young man. Christopher's skin began to smooth out. Wrinkles disappeared, age spots dissolved. He felt... full of energy. Then his mobile phone, which was on his bedside cabinet, rang.

"Hey, Christopher, your favourite colleague Milo here!"

Christopher thought sharply, but he had no idea who the man was. Or how he knew his mobile number. In fact, he was still far too busy staring at his flat stomach. He could see his feet, everything was so smooth, no more age spots. He had to be dreaming.

"Actually, I'm just supposed to call you to make sure you're suitably prepared for the shift tomorrow morning, we have a very special show and we need your... skills," the man on the other end of the line chatted. He emphasised the last word very strangely. So strange that a shiver ran down Christopher's spine.

"What do you mean by that? What... abilities am I supposed to have?" asked Christopher a little suspiciously.

"Oh, now stop it mate, don't be so modest! But listen, you must look the same tomorrow as you did last time. We need your hairy chest," the man called Milo whispered over the phone. Christopher was about to protest, but then something happened on his still sweaty chest. Dark brown hairs sprouted from the skin under his hands. At first, they were still short, and then they grew longer, longer from below his breastbone, and spread over his entire chest down to his collarbones.

"And your nice pecs, they tighten so great when you wear your waistcoat open," Milo continued. Before Christopher could protest, his chest, over whose new hair he stroked in irritation but not aversion, felt as if he had a bad case of aching muscles. His skin stretched and muscles pushed across his chest, not a great deal, but enough that the mounds were clearly visible. In disbelief, Christopher put his free hand on his new muscles. Tightened them on a trial basis. That... that worked! He squeezed once. Tense. That felt good. He just kept going. His breathing was a little heavier.

"That's right," Milo purred over the phone. "We all can't get enough of you. And me first of all. There's never been a man who looked so good with his body hair. You cannot shave any of it. It's the perfect amount. Especially not your beard, it suits your role so well." The skin on Christopher's face behaved as if he had leaned his face into a pile of nettles. All over his chin, his cheeks, above his mouth, little dots pressed against his skin from the inside. It itched! He wanted to scratch, but finally, brown whiskers pushed through his damp skin. Christopher exhaled in relief as the hairs next to his ears grew a little thicker and longer until he had sideburns. He licked his sweaty lips with his tongue and ran it over his beard. It felt strange. Foreign, yet also... somewhat familiar. It tasted salty. Christopher's hand tightened in his chest hair.

"Mi-milo, I don't know what you're doing, but... you can... I'm... uncomfortable... sweating." Fragmentary sentences came out of his mouth, the scratching on his skin seemed to have entered his throat. His voice sounded different with each sound. So... British. So... sexy.

But Milo continued mercilessly. "Oh yeah, that sounds pretty good already, no one sweats like you, but also no wonder when you have as much hair as you do. So thick, mmm. No wonder you smell so irresistible, I can smell it through the phone already" If it was still possible, more sweat poured out of Christopher's pores and then... it suddenly stopped. He jerked his arms up, his legs apart, just lay there panting. Then it began. Hair sprouted on his body, as it had on his chest and face earlier. Unlike other men, whose body hair increased with age, Christopher's was just the opposite. At over 60, he had been smooth as a baby's bottom. Only with wrinkles. Now his follicles were showing what they were made of.

As if in fast motion, his armpits filled with brown hair. The same thing happened in completely different places. In the same move, strength flooded through him again, making his muscles work. Christopher gasped as his buttocks tightened and the space between them filled with a few hairs as well. He inhaled with a jerk as the hair from his chest now worked its way down. He felt queasy in his stomach area as the blood pooled there and then shot with all its might into the centre of his body.

"Oh God, what is happening?" moaned Christopher, looking down over what looked to him to be an increasingly natural and attractive chest. The tingling in his crotch was driving him insane. The panties had to go. With his erratic hand, he reached for the waistband of the pants, but it brushed against something else. Amidst the growing hair, that was already working its way to his legs, he came across something hard. Something hard that pressed against his prison of fabric.

"But who would I be if I forgot your magnificence. Oh, how I miss them, their strength, their size, their... potency," Milo gasped, probably feeling the same thing Christopher felt. Almost carefully, as if afraid of breaking something, Christopher stroked along his cloth-covered cock. A shudder went through his body, the phone falling out of his hand. How long... "Fuck it, oh yeaaaah," he croaked, forcefully ripping the pants off his legs. Only now did he notice something. It smelled different around him. So strange, yet familiar too... not like the air freshener he'd been buying for twenty years.

Christopher could hardly think straight. Hormones shot through his body and he bit his lip. With all his might, he tore away from his crotch, even as his cock yearned to be touched. Christopher swallowed hard as he sat up. He groaned as his balls swelled. He could feel the pressure. "No... no... what..." he stammered, holding his hands to his head. He could feel the hair on his face, the slight scratching under his fingertips. He could... he had to. There was a crackling in his feet, then a tingling. Christopher almost squinted, so strong was the temptation. Then... it was over.

Breathing heavily and sweaty, Christopher got up from his bed. He looked down at himself. What had happened to him? Mirror... mirror! He ran to the bathroom, ignoring the fact that he could walk again, and stared at his reflection in his small bathroom.

"Oh my God, I... Hook?!" he gasped, palpating his changed features. Tried out his voice. Tried to repeat quotes. However, with each word he repeated, he felt more imperfect. Something was missing. Clothes. He needed clothes. Back in the bedroom, he opened his wardrobe. But his usual clothes were gone. There were leather trousers, a red velvet waistcoat, a heavy leather coat, a black shirt and a pair of thick boots on the floor. Right next to them were numerous rings. As if in a trance, Christopher looked at the things. "Yes, that's what I want.... what I always want... what I always wear," he mumbled, putting it all on. The smooth leather rubbed over his skin. The coolness over his exposed chest felt good. Christopher felt complete. He had been given a chance at a fresh start. But before he could think any more about his future, the phone rang. The name Milo was on the display. Christopher still had no idea who it was, but... maybe he should stop by the hotel now. Maybe Milo could put him back into the one that was more suited to his abilities.

[gaining-kitsune]

Triforce of Power

Guy into Ganondorf

George was a huge fan of football. He saw himself as a college jock but he wasn’t even on a team. He needed glasses. He had the average muscles for a 20 year old. George walked by gamestop. A new Legend of Zelda game was just released. George threw his soda all over the crowd and called them nerds. But little did he know there was a witch in the crowd and she just snapped. Just said something under her breath as he walked back home. He decided to take the forest path instead of crossing the highway. He didn’t notice the triforce glowing on his hand. George started to feel dizzy. He leaned against a tree. He felt weird. He smelled something musky. He sniffed his pit as the aroma of musk filled his nostrils. His shirt was feeling tight when he looked down and saw his arm expanding. He looked at his other arm grow the same size. He didn’t know how to react. As his pants grew tight like skinny jeans but tighter. His skin grew a little darker, a tint of green. His brown sideburns grew out a little bit. The Triforce glowed again. George watched his pecs grow in size. His shirt ripped down the middle revealing his stone slabs of muscle while he watch a 6 pack form. His arms grew even more becoming the size of a cantaloupes. His hands grew large and meaty as he ripped of his shirt revealing hairs growing on his arms but they weren’t brown they were orange. They grew thicker as they covered his chest.

His feet were killing him. As started to push through seems. Bursting out revealing his once size 12 feet become size 13 14 15. His feet ripped open the shoe. His legs started to cramp again. They were becoming the size of a melon ripping his pants leaving them in shreds. His nose pushed out into a point while orange facial hair grew out under his chin. George’s sideburns connected to his beard. The orange spread up his head changing his once brown hair to orange. He felt something new in him. His skin darkened turning becoming greener and greener until his entire body was olive green. He felt powerful and strong as he flexed his muscles. New thoughts entered his mind as his dick got hard. His whiterwear started to strain as pre cum leaked out of it. It grew bigger going from 7 to 8 to 9 to 10 inches hard. It snapped his underwear clean off sending it flying towards a tree. He grabbed his dick and started to jack off. New thoughts entered his mind. He was the king of darkness. He was going to take over hyrule and he was Ganon, Ganondorf. He was so close. As cum started to leak his sick exploded rope after rope of cum hit the rock in front of him as he now was in hyrule forest. He life as George left he was Ganon and he was going to change Link’s forever. To be continued……

[gaining-kitsune]

The Frozen Boys

Hey I’m not dead. My computer had killed itself and I lost all of my stories I was working on so I redid all of them then my tumblr was hacked and I couldn’t get in but this is the story I promised @writer-ofstuff who has been so patient with this so here it is

The Frozen Boys

Sam And Dean From Supernatural into Kristoff and Hans

Sam and Dean were notified that a demon had been spotted at a nearby costume shop so went to investigate. When they arrived they noticed the sign Galaxy Costumes but the bottom part was scratched out. When they walked in there was no damage and looked fine. The store clerk said hello. Sam and Dean asked her several questions but she said she had never heard of a demon. So they both split and looked around the store, but little did they know the clerk put a spell on them. Sam found a nice hat and ice harvester outfit it looked like that one blonde guy from frozen he thought. While dean found a prince costume. He thought it looked quite nice. So they both into the changing rooms to try them on. But what they didn’t notice is that the clerk put on a magical lock on the doors. Sam put on the costume it was warm and very heavy it also had a musky smell of work. While Dean put on the prince costume it smelled nice but it was heavy on the cologne. But Sam was starting to feel weird kinda horny but he was feeling stronger. While Dean started to feel weaker but more sophisticated and proper. They both realised they needed to take off their costumes as they realised it was a spell. When Sam got his off he looked for his clothes but all he saw was a white shirt, sweatpants and tight shoes. While dean found a button blue shirt, formal boots, and formal blue pants. They had to put them else they would be in there underwear. When they got dressed they tried to open their doors but they wouldn’t budge both started yell but the rooms where soundproof. Sam was starting to feel tight in the clothes. His hair was turning blonde as each strand of his brown hair turned blonde and messy as his hair up front became shorter but the hair on the back of his head stayed the same length. Dean was starting to fix his posture and his hair was becoming a little longer at the top. Dean saw the mirror and watched as his hair turned red. He watched his stubble disappear and his sideburns get longer. Sam was feeling beyond tight as he heard multiple rips. He looked down to see his shoes were ripping. He watched as his feet ripped out of the shoes, his once size 10s where becoming 11s 12s 13s 14s 15s. He pulled out his feet of the ripped shoes. His already tight pants ripped down the legs. Sam ripped them off. His shirt had ripped all over as it fell off all on its own. Revealing a hairy blonde chest.

Dean was constantly checking the mirror. Looking at his face as it became prince like handsome and clean. While his ears became rounder. He looks down and sees he his getting taller becoming 6’3. Sam gets a little shorter from being 6’4 to 6’0. He looks down and sees that he is getting muscular his abs become more defined and his arms are getting bigger while his legs get wider. His nose becomes bigger while his face becomes soft. His eyes turn brown. His underwear is getting tight to. Ha no Dean finds his white gloves and starts to put on his outfit but his dick is getting excited. It’s wrong he thinks but he can’t help himself as he moans and cumms all over the wall. He quickly puts on his jacket and leaves his room he is now Hans and he is looking for the love of his life.

Krist no Sam watches his underwear burst off his waist and his 8in dick flops out but it gets bigger becoming 9 soft to 10 to 11 soft. He is hit with a wave of musk coming from his armpits as he smells his pits. Breathing in all that musk making his dick hard becoming a full 13 hard cock. His surroundings start to change as it becomes the woods north of Arendelle. He starts pumping his dick as he starts to moan as the moans becoming louder and louder until he cumms all over the tree infront of him ropes and ropes of cum. He finishes and realizes that he has to be in Arendelle in 20 minutes. He looks around to find underwear but he can’t find any. So he decides to go incognito and puts his pants, shirt, and heavy jacket. He grabs his hat and whistles for Sven as his last thoughts of Sam leave and he becomes Kristoff.

[gaining-kitsune]

Maui Transformation

What Can I Say Except You’re Welcome

(Maui Transformation Story)

Jared is a football jock who cares about no one, the only thing that mattered to him was his college football career. Until one day when he was doing drills with another player whose name was jeff. He hated the other guy like despised him. He never saw him as a player. He would constantly run into to him. Even though he was bigger than Jared was able to mess with him. But when he went to go back to the bench where his stuff was on, but there was nothing there but a box. He had nothing but his shirt shorts and helmet. He heard a voice to open the box. But little did he know it was cursed by jeff. In the box was a mp3 player and ear buds. Jared grabbed it and put the earbuds in he pressed the play button and the music started to play. He knew this tune it was Your Welcome, Jared started to hum as his pants started to get tight. He was starting to really get into it as his shirt started to get tight. He looked down and watched as his feet started to rip his shoes. His shorts started to rip. His muscle were getting bigger and bigger. His skin started to darken spreading in spots to blotches becoming tan then darker and darker. His pecs were getting bigger and bigger. His shirt was ripping all over as he tore off the last shreds off his chest as tattoos started to show on his skin. 

He started to smile but his dick was starting to get bigger as it grew from 9in to a full foot he needed to jack off. But he couldn’t do it in the open as he ran into the woods. He hid behind a tree he couldn’t take it anymore as he started to jack off his hair became long and wavy his nose puffed and he became more manly. His dick was now 13in long as he screamed YAHOOO as rope after rope of cum sprayed all over the ground. Leafs started to fall of the Palm trees as the forest changed to a beach and the leafs formed a leaf skirt. He sang “ I know it’s a lot the hair the bod” as his transformation into Maui completed. 

He was Maui now. But being demigod he had to much strength backed up. So he decided to jack off one last time. He stroked his dick as it got harder and harder. He moaned so loud as he finally cummed all over the rock. Maui knew he was going to enjoy this beach.

Maui and Moana belong to Disney all rights to them.

[gaining-kitsune]

No One’s

Middle Age Man Into Gaston

George is a 40 year old man who has always wished he was muscular and hot. He wanted to just be like Gaston. He always wanted to have girls to worship him. He had ordered a special beer and mug that was a replica of Gaston’s. If he can’t be Gaston might as well drink like him. He heard the doorbell ring. When he opened the door  he saw a box. He quickly brought it back into his house and opened it. In it was a Mug and beer from Le Pub. But in the bottom was a jock strap. He never ordered a jockstrap. It must have been placed there by accident. He opened the beer and poured it into the mug. It smelled earthy and musky, and it turned him on. He took a sip. Wow. He thought. It was a very distinct flavor. But it was really good. But his eyes started to hurt. He removed his glasses as he realised he didn’t need them. He felt his muscle tense up as the they started to inflate a little. His pants were getting tight as his legs got bigger. He watched his hair get a little longer. His dick jumped in excitement, tenting his pants. He grabbed the mug and chugged it until it was half full. He felt the rush right away as his shirt was really tight. He watched his biceps inflate. He flexed them as his shirt sleeve ripped clean off. His shoulders broadened ripping his shirt even more. He looked and saw his pecs inflate and his abs become defined as his shirt couldn’t contain it any as it ripped to shreds. His pants started to rip as his calves became bigger and bigger. His pants were shreds now as he was left just in his underwear. But not for long as his dick started to get bigger going from 7 hard to 9 hard as it ripped his underwear clean off. He couldn’t walk around like this so he grabbed the jockstrap and put it on. It fit just right. He scratched his face he didn’t like his beard so he ran to his bathroom and shaved it clean off. He saw his face become more defined and manly. His chin had a divet and became more squared. He saw his body become younger from being 40 to being 30. He ran down to the counter where his mug was and downed the whole beer. He laughed in a deep laugh as his biceps grew to unnatural sizes, his pecs growing into slabs of stone. His abs become a 4 pack to a 6 pack to a full 8 pack. His calves grew into massive trunks.  He watched his feet grow huge has his socks grew tight as he feet went size 13s to size 16s ripping the socks clean off his feet. He watched his chest start to hair on it becoming denser and denser with hair until it was a forest of hair. 

His hair grew long in the back becoming pure black hair. He need clothes because he couldn’t go to the pub wearing just a jockstrap. He walked around his house as it slowly changed into cabin in the woods he opened his closet and saw his red hunting shirt, his black pants, his grey socks, and his hunter boots. He put on his pants then his red shirt his chest hair was poking out the top of his shirt where you could see his pecs. He grabbed a brown leather belt and put it around his waist. He put on his hunter boots which were a little moist. He grabbed some red ribbon and made his long black hair into a ponytail. 

His mind was starting to shift from George to Gaston as he became dumber and dumber not remembering regular math. His memories started to leave his body as they all went down to his already hard dick. His dick was getting longer and bigger. It went from 9 inch hard to 10 to 11 inches. He needed to jack off. He fished it out of his jockstrap and started masturbate while singing his song but more masturbating based. He was so close as he sang one more measure. No ones hair is so thick and dick son big and large like gaston as he ripped his shirt revealing his big pecs and hairy chest. 

As he cummed all over his cabin he couldn’t stop as rope after rope of cum covered his cabin while his last thoughts as George left he was now Gaston and he needed a drink has he hid his cock back into the jockstrap and went to the pub.

[gaining-kitsune]

The Stage is Yours

The bus moved between grasslands, fields and forests on his way to your destination. After you and your friends from your college theatre club discovered a long-lost play, named The Tale of Traveller, by Gerald F. Baxter, reconstructed it and performed it, you all got special prizes from the National Cultural Ministry for this discovery. The representatives told you that you could visit Baxter’s home, the place where he lived and wrote his plays. This was an offer could not refuse. So, you started your journey and now you are just a few minutes away from your destination.

Sadly, the villa you wanted to visit was left for four years after the theme park around it closed its doors. But in a few months, someone will come here too, the Ministry said in a press conference, and rebuild it as a museum.

„I’ll come for you in four hours, young man – here, it’s your packed lunch. Have fun in this old dump“, the bus driver said to you as he slowed down the bus and opened the door. You said goodbye to him and looked at your watch. You will have enough time to look around. The house itself was not in good condition. You were a little disappointed to see this. 

Beside the rundown appearance it was a beautiful castle-like house. Must have been very lordly in its best days, you thought as you shouldered your bag pack and stepped on the stairs right in front the entrance.

The door was open and a little envelope stuck on the metallic handle. Surprised you saw your name written on it. You opened it and read the letter.

Dear visitor,

welcome in the home of Gerald E. Baxter, better known as Mildred Mansion. I am very sorry that I cannot welcome you in person due to a sudden emergency in my family. You can go inside and explore every room you wish. The sanitary rooms are at Ground Floor and very new. If there are any problems, please contact me on my mobile phone.

Yours sincerely,

Grace Murkle

 You grimaced after you finished reading. Although you did not like it that you are on your own at this unknown place, you still felt excitement rising inside you. Nobody was here standing in your way. It felt like a dream! You opened the door and looked around. Some signs were on the walls and pointed to the different rooms in the house. Nymph garden, writing room, salon, ballroom, theatre… wait a second! You looked again, the last sign… Yes, without doubt it said ‘theatre’! You triumphed internally. Baxter had a theatre in his house! How freaking awesome! You ignored the other signs and followed the ones to the theatre. You passed various closed doors and many paintings of foreign landscapes. And after reading a few descriptions beneath them you were sure: these were the places where Baxter’s play takes place! You smiled and cheerfully continued your journey through the house. Finally, you reached the door to the theatre and opened it energetically.

Like the other parts you have seen of the house this place must have been way prettier in the past. You gaped as you saw the size of the theatre. It was huge! You stepped forward and felt like you were home. Although this theatre seemed to be unused for a long time you could still feel the special aura. The intense emotions of the plays, the pathos of the actors and actresses. You touched the old wooden seats. They felt clammy. But at the moment you wanted one thing more than everything else: standing of the stage, your favourite place in every theatre.

Slowly you walked to the stage as you shivered. After a second the feeling ended, but you anyhow zipped your jacket. Maybe it was colder now because you were underneath the surface? You shrugged and with trembling hands you pulled yourself up the stairs. And finally, you were standing on the stage. You made a few steps to test if the planks still were able to hold your weight. And they did. You almost could not restrain your excitement. This was the stage where Baxter’s plays premiered. Your hands began to shake again. You put your bag pack away and ran to the middle of the stage. Oh, it must have been awesome to perform the plays on this stage. You enjoyed your view at the empty auditorium a little longer, tried a few poses and recited a few lines from favourite plays. Suddenly you saw something laying on the wooden floor next to the other stairs to the stage. Your eyes widened. Could it be…? Quickly you rushed to the other side of the stage and picked up the axe. It was what you thought it might be. It was the axe of the helpful man who the protagonist of the play, Carl, met on his journey. The man was very kind and helped Carl quite often before he had disappeared mysteriously. So awesome!

„Well, well, well, what we have here? An intruder? “, you suddenly heard a booming voice inside your head. You shrank back in horror and your heart nearly stopped. Fear filled your mind as you saw the axe in your hands started to glow in a yellow light. You tried to throw it away but… it was like she was glued to your hand.

“No, I… I… listen… I just”, you stammered and panic rose inside you. You were no intruder, you just wanted to visit your new favourite play writer’s home!

„Shut up! Everyone before you said this. And every time my friends took the opportunity to escape. Now I’m the only one left. “ The voice sounded bitter and cold. And you were scared to death by this scene. “And now it’s my turn. Finally, I can escape this place Baxter put me into! Finally, I’ll have a body again, finally, I’ll breath again!” Your voice broke as you tried to say something. That was how you will leave this world… The axe started to glow brighter and the glowing began to spread over your body and sink into your skin. The same freezing feeling you felt before spread inside your body.

Suddenly unbearable pain shot through your body and you wanted to fall down on your knees and roll on the floor in agony. But an invisible force hold you back. „I won’t make it easy for you, you little pest! “

And with these words your body slowly began to change. A strong force lengthened your spine. It creaked and cracked until you reach 6 ft. 2. „Why are you doing this? I’ve just met you! “, you groaned between your clenched teeth. Your eyes were full of tears. „I want to get out of this nightmare of this bodyless eternity! And you are the perfect vessel for me… well, after a few modifications of course. “ Invisible hands tore down your clothes from your body. Now you were standing on the stage – naked, embarrassed and frozen to the bone. “You are pathetic, boy, that’s what you call a grown man today? That needs to change!” The same invisible force began to work on your body. Your arms grew thick with muscles and perfect for holding this axe and use it to fight.  Nothing compared to your noodle like arms you had your whole life. Your hands followed and grew strong and calloused. The change spread to your chest. The invisible force pulled on your non-existent pecs and pulled and pulled until big slaps of muscles protruded from your chest. They went up and down with your hysterical breathing. What was happening to you, you wanted to ask, but you were way to shocked to speak. Until one of the hands pinched your nipples. You moaned. A jolt of pleasure shot through your body. You have never felt something like this before. And… you kind of liked it. Something flicked against your belly and one by one well-trained abs appeared. The invisible hands pulled on your shoulders and spread they further apart. Your back muscles strengthened under their touch and changed your stature to a perfect v-form.

The hands went down your body and forged your butt into a bubble butt and your legs into big trunks of muscles if they were made out clay. Your feet grew longer and bigger to support your higher weight of pure muscle. From time to time the hands touched your nipples again and you shuddered with pleasure. The hands stopped for a moment and you looked down. Everything except your head was changed into a massive, muscular body of a strong man that was not you.

“The best is yet to come”, the voice laughed. You yelped as you feel something different is touching you. A ghostly wet tongue started to lick over your body, leaving his ghostly saliva all over you. Thick blond hairs made their way through your skin wherever it touched you. The tongue went everywhere and you were lost in pleasure! A rug of hair grew on your pecs, your armpits filled themselves with hair. And as everything from your head down, except your crotch and back, was covered in blonde hair, the invisible tongue licked your already semi-hard cock. You moaned and gasped for air as it grew hard. At least this was what you thought would happening. As you looked down you saw it growing longer and thicker, your balls, being stroked by the invisible hands again, swelled and hair sprouted on them – spreading over your crotch.

“Only one thing left and I’ll be back”, the voice said and released your throbbing, oversized member. And yet, somehow you were disappointed. You tried to catch your breath in this short pause. But before you were able to accomplish that, invisible lips placed themselves on yours and began to kiss you eagerly. A tingling swept over your head as your face grew older and harder. Manlier, stronger. You lost your youthful college look and about eight years. You closed your eyes and returned the kiss while the hairs burst out around your mouth. A blond beard grew on your face. You moaned into the kiss. By that your voice dropped and turned to a deep rumble in your chest. The tingling went up to your head. Your hair lightened to the same blond and grew long and curly. It passed your neck and stopped around your shoulder blades. And you felt sooo good!

“Now you are ready, boy, say goodbye to your life”, the voice said and the invisible hands came back to stroke your cock. You felt pressure in your balls and with a loud grunt you came all over the axe. It absorbed everthing without leaving a trace. You blinked and suddenly your head began to hurt. Memories of a different life appeared, you recalled everything. The wonderful feeling of working out in the woods. The hate you have for Baxter as he trapped you inside this axe after you played in his theatre. The loneliness you felt after everyone else inside here got themselves a new body. But just as your own memories were about to slip away forever, the process stopped.

The invisible power that held you in this place let go of you and you fell to the ground. Your hands touched your new body. Your muscles were strong. You could feel them moving under your skin. You could feel the power they gave you. “No”, you whispered and put your big, strong hands on your mouth as you heard your new voice. The axe fell to the ground and a strange shape, glowing in the same light as the axe before, appeared right before you. And it looked identical to your new body. The same long hair, the same muscular body, the same handsome, strong face.

“I can’t do it”, the ghost or whatever it was said and looked guilty at you.  “For years I wanted to be free. I swore I would possess the next human who would come here. But… oh I’m so sorry. My revenge guided me.” You stared at the ghost. And could not believe what was going on. You were transformed into a hunk. Into a hot stud. Into that kind of men, you always envied since Highscool.

“I-it’s okay… I… kind of like the change”, you said with your new deep voice and smiled at the ghostly man. To prove it, you flexed your – or better his – arms and bounced your pecs. A small smile appeared on the ghost’s face. “Maybe I can apologize this way. I won’t change your mind and you can enjoy my changes to you. But… I really want go away from here. Can I come with you? I could merge our souls, accompany you in your life… Please…” The painful and begging expression touched your heart. And although the other one wanted to steal your body, you felt sorry for him. And you just nodded. “Thank you so much! I will provide you with every knowledge to maintain this body.” And after these words the ghost disappeared into a glowing mist that flowed around your body and coated it with new clothes, more fitting for your new stature. New knowledge surged in your mind but not as aggressive as before. You flexed your new arms again and grabbed your backpack as both of you left the house. “Just one thing – you might be gay now as I am”, the voice of the ghost said in your mind. “That’s okay, I already am”, you answered and smiled as the last change occurred. Your eyes became a bright grey colour and you both went off. Together into a new life.

Hello tf-fans! This is story for @guytransformedforever after I recieved a hot tf myself. I hope you’ll like it! :D Thanks again for the awesome tf-talk! If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories or just want to have a little chat -  drop me a message or ask a question! I’d love to hear your thoughts! Have fun and stay safe! 

This story has a sequel: Keeper of the Grounds.

[gaining-kitsune]

Dirty Cop

“Do you know how much you were swerving around back there, boy?” the cop asked as he arrived at the window. He looked into the car and saw the buck naked, sweaty man in the drivers seat trying but failing to conceal a huge boner under a hand. “License and registration,” he demanded with an angry tone, doing his best to mask his instant arousal.

As the driver fished through his wallet for his ID, the cop looked around the interior of the car some more and noticed a slightly ripped tank top and pair of gym shorts in the passengers seat, while a snapped and torn set of tighty whiteys was splayed out around the nude driver’s hips. The driver gathered the rest of his documentation from his glove box and handed them to the cop.

The cop looked over the ID and noticed that the picture showed a little blonde twig of a man—couldn’t have been over 100 lbs.—that looked remarkably similar to the driver of the car. The circuits in his brain fired off in realization, “You doped up on those pills, sir?”

“What pills? I—“ the driver started in an innocent, deep baritone.

“Don’t you play dumb with me, boy,” the cop snapped back interrupting him. “This ain’t my first time catching horny daredevils like you looking for a joy ride and risking everyone’s life to do it.”

The cop paused and the man hung his head.

“But,” the cop started in a voice lower and kinder than what he had been using. “If you surrender the pills now, I’ll let you off with just a warning.”

The driver sat in his seat considering for a moment. He had dumped a lot of money on this batch of pills, but was it worth giving them up so he wouldn’t have to call his parents from jail telling them that he got arrested for reckless driving and drug possession in his last year of college and have to come out to them too, telling them it was for a Grindr hookup he was heading to? Hell yes it was, fuck the hundreds he spent on the pills.

He lifted a massive arm and opened the compartment between the driver and passenger seat and pulled out a small baggie full of little black pills—maybe 15 or 20 of them—and handed them to the cop.

“Now which kinds are these? The lab will want to know.”

“It’s the ‘Jock Out’ series.”

“The ‘Jock Out’ series, huh? Alright, you wait here and I’m gonna run your ID to make no outstanding warrants come up.”

The hunk started to roll up his window as the cop walked away, his jacked as fuck body filled with shame but his hard-on still involuntarily raging since his transformation.

———

The cop went back to his patrol car, doing his best to hide his excitement. It had been a good long while since he was able to confiscate a sample of those little black pills, and he had really hit the jackpot with one of the basic, least altering versions of it: the ‘Jock Out’ series. The ‘Jock Out’ series was unique for not only doubling, sometimes tripling, your already existing muscle mass—which especially excited the cop since he was already bulky underneath his layers of fat—but also had a touch of age regression in it, especially for those over 40. This last feature was especially popular with older users, since the pill also produced huge, sensitive as fuck cocks with near-instant erections. These babies costed a pretty penny. The last few he’d snagged were for age regression, super long tongue, macro, and stretchy, which were fun in their own rights, but didn’t give him the chance to fool around with perps as much, which was half of the fun.

He sat excitedly in his patrol car and fished one of the pills out of the baggie with his sausage fingers. He produced one of the pills…. nah, fuck it, 2 won’t hurt… and popped them in his mouth, swallowing them dry. He groaned as he felt them hit his stomach and felt the effects almost immediately. His body started rapidly thinning, as though he was deflating, and left his uniform hanging off him like a tent, ridding his body in seconds of all of its fat but leaving him with his moderately well-taken-care-of musculature. He then felt himself seem lighter and more agile, his usual aches and pains disappearing as he regressed about 20 years in age. His hair sprouted again on top of his head and coated his sharper, jowlless jaw, giving him a nice beard. The only kind he could grow now made him look like Santa Claus, but this beard made him look and feel like a sex machine. Testosterone churned in his swelling, jism-filled testicles and fired throughout his body, as his cock snaked out from its typical 5 inch cock into an impressive and imposing 9 inch soft shaft, which quickly began to swell into a full foot long rock-hard erection, pressing painfully hard against his pants and thighs. The double dose of the pills was certainly working its magic. He threw his head back against the headrest and moaned louder in a younger and deeper voice, as his body began to undergo more changes. His arms and chest burst forward with huge, bulging muscle, forcing his uniform back to its familiar skin tight feeling, but this time squeezing against thick, meaty muscle instead of flab and loose skin. As his arms and chest continued to swell, his arm pressed against the car door, making him feel like he was getting a bit too big for the car. He brought his other arm up and looked down at it, flexing it and groaning as he heard the threads in his sleeves popping. As his abs began thudding into a larger existence down his torso, he brought his hands to his chest and squeezed his huge, monstrous pecs that stretched the buttons across his chest to their extremities and pushed tightly against his bulletproof vest. His waist tapered down to a sharp V, leaving his pants sitting loosely against his waist and exposing a deep cut set of cum gutters. He felt himself rise up closer to the top of his patrol car as his ass firmed up and rounded into an impressive, sculpted ass, his asshole mildly tingling as it became more elastic and dexterous and eager for thick dick. He grunted loudly as he felt his swelling thighs inadvertently begin crushing his massive package and quickly adjusted himself to save his new, potent baby batter. His calves extended and swelled against his pant legs, filling them out much more than he usually does, and his feet swelled uncomfortably tight against his leather work boots, growing from a modest size 10 to a massive size 15. 

His growth finally subsided and he was left panting and sweaty from his transformation. He looked over himself, turned on by his new body. Fuck, the ‘Jock Out’ series was a literal miracle pill! He looked better than he ever had in his life, felt better than he had in his life, and-oh fuck-he smelt better than he ever had in his life. An intoxicating musk permeated the patrol car, ripe with pheromones and smelling more intensely of man than anyone he had ever smelled. He was turned on by his own aroma.  

He looked through the window and saw the horny daredevil laying his cute little head against the headrest, undoubtedly reevaluating his life choices. ‘Shit,’ he thought, ‘everyone’s young once, everyone makes stupid decisions. Might as well show him how life throws us yummy little curveballs.’

He threw open his door and stepped out, tightened his belt so it wouldn’t fall down and expose him—although it hardly mattered, since his uniform pants now appeared as though they were painted onto his body, leaving very little to the imagination—and stood several inches taller than he was when he entered, his body bulging hugely in all different directions. Before coming back, he reached back into his patrol car to retrieve the driver’s documentation, and also a singe little black pill out of the baggie.

———

What the fuck was he gonna do? He was going to be a stock broker, make millions, live in the big city, and now he was on the verge of getting arrested?? Where the fuck was his life headed, he—

Suddenly his passenger side door flung open and an absolute fucking god of a man lowered himself in to the passenger seat and extended a meaty hand to return his documentation. The fucking cop! The cop had taken one of the pills—several, it looked like! And now, the hot as shit beast was sitting in his passenger’s seat, looking like the picture definition of “bulging,” in more ways than one.

“So here’s the thing, sir,” the cop began in a deep, rich baritone, adjusting himself and getting comfortable in his seat, his arms barely allowing him to be contained in the car. “I’m gonna let you off with a warning, like I said,” he started unbuckling his belt, the driver’s eyes lowing down to his waist with his jaws dropping, “but,” he unzipped his pants and scooped out a fattening foot-longer out of his way-too-tight pants, “I also have something I need you to do for me.” he started stroking his massive tool in front of the driver, and the driver started salivating. He used his free hand to point down at his cock, “I’m gonna need you to wrap your pretty little lips around this here thick fuck stick and suck it down until I bust a nut.” The driver just nodded dumbly. “And once I do, I want you to slurp down every last drop of it until I’m tapped dry and until you got a bellyful of cum. That might be a challenge because I’ve been feeling these nuts churning up quite a helping of jizz, but I got a feeling you’re up for the challenge. Think you can you do that, sir?”

The salivating driver nodded his head again dumbly, “Uh-huh.”

“Right then, get to it, boy!” the cop let go of his own stiff cock and leaned back in the seat to give the driver a better vantage.

The driver lunged himself across the car to wrap his lips around the cops car and the cop pushed him back.

“Woah, woah, woah, there. I don’t just let any runt like you suck me off!”

The driver looked at him confused and dejected. The cop fished into his shirt pocket and produced a little black pill and held it up to the driver’s face.

“Now don’t get a long face. You’ll just have to swallow this down, now won’t you?”

The driver looked at the pill, then at the cop, then back at the pill, then at the cop again. The cop simply nodded his head, and the driver grinned wildly and sucked the pill out of the cop’s fingers, swallowing dryly and hunching over again to start sucking the cop’s mammoth cock, grunting greedily and animalistic. The cop reached a meaty hand under the driver and began pumping his cock, as the driver grew thicker and thicker and thicker, his cock huger, and his grunts growing deeper and deeper. 

[gaining-kitsune]

Keeper of the Grounds

With side stitches and quite breathless you arrived at the house of Gerald E. Baxter. You stopped midway between the gate and the entrance to take some deep breaths. Of course, you missed your last bus because you fell asleep in the train. And your fellow student should be here for at least one hour. If at all he noticed you were missing. Since the meeting with the representative of the National Cultural Ministry he was barely able to speak about anything else except this trip.

Now you were standing right before the villa. You still breathed with a slight whistling sound. You hated to run. You were no jock. More likely a slightly chubby gamer who played sports online. After your breathing returned to normal you looked around. The house and the surroundings seemed quite run-down in your opinion. And this whole scene remembered you of the game you played a few days ago on your YouTube channel. You set a record not many people before you achieved. So, the people in the stream praised your gaming skills. Hehe. That was very nice!

But now you were alone. Nobody else was here. However, after a few seconds you heard something. Heavy steps from inside the house. A huge person came out of the building and you were about to raise your arm, but you stopped midway. This guy was HUGE! And he was directly coming to you. He wore some strange clothes and as your eyes met you felt very uncomfortable. He looked like some sort of Viking from the new Assassins Creed game. Like he could break you in half only with his hands. Or with his big axe. Hopefully, he would not do this to you.

“Ahem, sorry, um, S-sir? H-have you seen another man around here? About my age? Brown ha-hair? A lit- um… way smaller than you?”, you stammered as the man was almost at your level. In the moment when he reached you he just looked at you with his bright grey eyes. You were afraid. But for a wonder he smiled and you. “Yeah, just a few minutes ago somewhere at the ground floor. Good luck finding him”, the man said, winked at you and gave you a pat on the should. You yelped as it hurt quite badly. But that was hardly surprising with these huge muscles. As he was gone you rubbed your shoulder to ease away the pain. After the pain subsided you finally went to the entrance and into the house.

You let your eyes wander over the signs on the walls that pointed to the different rooms in the house and areas outside. Suddenly something rattled and you gave a jerk backwards. One of the signs has fallen to the floor and broke. Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest and your breath became a little unsteady. Something like this happened in your last played video game. And after this a horde of Zombies surrounded your game character and violently ripped him apart. You shuddered and cautiously, trying not to move too many parts of your body at once, peeked to your right and left. But nothing was there. No zombie. No other creature trying to kill you. You close your eyes for a brief moment to regain your countenance. This was just an old house. With things that kept falling down from time to time. Nothing special, you thought to calm yourself down. Nothing special… nothing special.

But now you focused on reading the signs. Theatre. Well, maybe your fellow student was there. But to be honest you did not really want to stay in a closed room at the moment. You looked over to the next sign. Nymph garden. That sounded good. Still with your heart racing you followed the signs straight through the entrance hall to an old metallic veranda door. You opened it and saw a big garden. Or more likely the remains of it. The paths were overgrown, the bushes grew in all directions and the statues laid broken on the ground. That was a real pity, you thought. But very soon your mood was lifted as you saw a huge greenhouse on the left side of the gardens.

You have seen such big greenhouses back on your last trip to London within your architectural studies-assignment last year. You had always thought on concentrate on Victorian greenhouses in your Master thesis because it was quite an underappreciated subject. This must be at least 170 years old you guessed as you tried to avoid falling into the holes on the overgrown path. But as you came closer you saw that almost every glass was broken and scattered to the ground. The front door was unhinged and although you tried you were not able to move it. You sighed and looked around. And while you walked to the right side you saw a big hole in one of the metal bordered walls. Carefully you sneaked inside and were astonished. It was wonderful. Although there was this big hole and the glass was missing, everything was growing and the temperature was as high as you would expect it from a greenhouse. That was strange, you thought. As well as the paths were still visible. As if someone had cared for them. You looked around. Nobody was here.

You made your way through the greenhouse, admiring the construction of the roof as you felt quite warm. Actually, it was way too hot. Your whole body began to sweat as you continued your way. After a few seconds your shirt is soaked with sweat. You could not bear it. You gasped for air. You looked around. Then you saw a little pond. Without hesitation you threw away your trousers, shoes and your bag and jumped into the water. The water began to bubble as you touched it. The bubbles pressed against your body and you feel something strange. You look up and see a strange flower with black leaves. Without a warning it pushed over your face and sealed it shut. Something dust like flowed down your throat and made you cough.

Panic rose in your mind. It was like in your games! Nature was corrupted by an evil force and now would try to kill you, the intruder! With its pollen. Of course! You desperately tried to rip the petals over your face. But they were as hard as stone. You felt like you were about to faint. Stars were dancing right before your eyes. Your body spasmed. You lost control over your arms as the fell down into the bubbling water.

You feel your body begin to burn. With the bubbles rising up your body exploded with muscle. The water heated up and your flabby belly shrank back and was almost immediately replaced by tight abs. Your butt ballooned and your legs pushed apart to make room for your thick thighs. Your underwear ripped. You feel your cock being stimulated by the water bubbles. And it grew. And grew. Until it was half the way to knees.  Your upper body grew bigger, your shoulders widened and everywhere thick muscles pressed against your skin. And… you loved it! You felt something scratching over your skin as every hair beneath your chin dissolved into nothingness.  Still with the flower petals coating your face you moaned.

The black colour from the flow began soak into your head as your hair grew longer and changed to a dark brown. It spread further and a healthy tan flowed over your skin. Finally, you regained control over your body again you put your hands on your enlarged cock and the flower let go of your head. You moaned loudly and came all over the pondside. New plants began to sprout that were looking very similar to the one above you. You stood up and feel your new body. The flower suddenly grew towards your crotch and lost its petals. They crawled over your muscular butt and crotch and merged together to simple black shorts. Something slithered between your butt cheeks. Your old self began to disappear. You belonged to this place. You were supposed to be here. You were the new keeper of this place. The petals over your cock opened as you came again over the little new flowers. With a knowing smile you watched them feeding on your seed, growing bigger by the second. It was your duty to care for them. Your duty to feed them. So, they can provide your body with nutrients to live forever as their keeper.

Hello tf-fans! This is kind of a sequel to the story “The Stage Is Yours”. You will find both of them under the # House Of Change down below! If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories or just want to have a little chat -  drop me a message or ask a question! I’d love to hear your thoughts! Have fun and stay safe! 

[gaining-kitsune]

I'm a Scottish american that loves everything about my scottish heritage Could you transform me into a full blooded scotsman

ChangingMen Airlines: Scotland

You arrive at the ChangingMen hotel in Edinburgh. You’re still puzzled as to why you were brought to Scotland. Changingmen said he had a ‘present’ for you. He said you would get the ‘full Scottish experience’. Whatever that meant. At the front desk, you ask for the ChangingMen Scottish suite. You head up to your room and see a note on the bed. Under it lies a red and green plaid kilt.

“Get in touch with your Scottish roots -ChangingMen”

You did come to Scotland to experience the culture. You shrug your shoulders and strip naked. You then took the kilt and tightened it around your waist.

As you tighten the kilt, an overwhelmingly pleasureful sensation fills your body. You let out a long orgasmic moan. You look down to see that your hands are beginning to grow. Your hands become big and calloused. The growth spreads to your arms. Your biceps and forearms grow thick and strong. Your non-existent pecs begin to inflate, becoming a juicy pair of fuckable mantits. The growth continues throughout your body. Your average stature begins inching upwards until you reach an intimidating 6’3. Your flat butt becomes round and soft. Your ass now perky and fuckable. Your two cheeks jiggle as you try to take the kilt off. You know that everyone will be able to see your fat fuckable ass under the kilt. You are humiliated. Suddenly, you see small hairs sprout all over your body. Your chest, legs and arms become covered in thick ginger hair. Your massive chest grows a sweaty ginger pelt. A layer of fat pushes your stomach and pecs outwards, making them more soft and fuckable.

“Excuse me, sir. I’d like to ask you a few questions.” A familiar voice calls from outside your hotel room door.

You look down at your body and panic. No one can see you like this. You look like a big hairy ginger brute. You rub your cheeks as you feel the ginger hair spread to your face. Your once clean shaven face sprouts the most sexy ginger beard.

“One second!” You yell.

You begin frantically trying to take off the kilt, but no matter how hard you pull, the kilt just gets tighter. Your throat begins to tingle. The ginger from your beard spreads to the hair on your head. Every bit of hair on your body is now completely ginger, even your pubes. A stench invades your nostrils. You lift up your massive arms and take a whiff of your armpit. You smell so sweaty. Your furry ginger pelt is ingrained with a hot stench.

The man at the door knocks again.

“One wee second, laddie!” You call out in the thickest Scottish accent.

You let out a shriek. You sound Scottish. But you’re from America.... right? Or are you? The more you try to think about your life in America, the more you forget. The more you forget, the harder you try to think. Your mind floods with new memories. You’re Scottish. You’re from Edinburgh. You have the thickest accent. You have the smelliest ginger body hair. You dropped out of school. It required too much thinking. You’ve never been that smart. You’d much rather just drool all over your big bouncy hairy pecs. That’s what you’re good at. Looking fuckable and sexy.

You stumble over to the door in your new big frame. You open it to see me, ChangingMen, with a clipboard in my hands.

“I have a questionnaire for you, sir. Are you enjoying your stay?” I smile at the massive ginger hunk towering over me.

“Aye, Laddie. I mean look at these biceps.” You say flexing your huge arms at me. The stink from your hairy armpits invades my nose.

“One final question. Do you ever plan on going back to America?” I ask.

“America? They’re all eejits. I’ve never been and I’m never going. Scotland is my home.” You let out a prideful smile.

“Thank you for staying with us, Callum.” I stare at the pair of fuckable hairy tits that I’ll be sliding my cock inbetween later.

“Nice kilt by the way.” I wink as I walk away, leaving you as Callum, the big dumb fuckable Scottish brute.

[gaining-kitsune]

A Preference for Bolts

a transformation story by megachiraz (2020)

It was the first summer after his graduation from university and Ian travelled all by himself to Scandinavia. He rented a little house for two weeks for him to relax, for a little time with no one around.

After he locked the red house within the moor, Ian decided to go on a hike. After all, he was on vacation to see the nature. His landlord, a small English-Norwegian man with black long hair, told him about the delicious cloud berries that grew in the swamps around the house. He should taste them; his landlord had said. Ian just had nodded and smiled and promised if he found some to collect a few for his landlord.

It was a cloudy day but that did not stop Ian from having a walk. He checked if he had his phone in his pocket and got going. The ground was quite spongy and bouncy as long as he did not step on stones or fallen trees. Ian took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Finally, some rest without someone who wanted to kill you every second of your life. But after about two hours of walking around out of nowhere the clouds turned darker and it began to rain heavily. “Shit”, he cursed and looked around him. But there was nothing but plain grounds with small trees and bushes. The Thunder began to rumble and every few seconds bolts came down the sky.

The ground became softer by the minute and it was getting harder for Ian to move forward without sinking in. He cursed himself for not knowing the now desperately needed spell to protect himself from the storm. His clothes were soaking wet and glued to his body. His hoodie with the logo of The Flash was heavy on his shoulders. Every inch of his body was wet. And cold.

With a squishing sound he pulled his right foot out of the mud and put it forward on a surprisingly solid ground. Ian looked down and with relief he saw that a big stone laid before him. With slippery fingers he pulled himself onto it and remained lying down. His body was exhausted. But he could not stay here, he needed to find something like a cave. Anything to hide from the storm.

There was lightning again and the thunder followed almost immediately afterwards. Ian looked up to the sky and he saw a bolt shooting downwards. He thought it would hit the broken tree next to him. But the blazing light seemed to target only him and hit him in the back. Every fibre of his body seemed to be on fire and his body trembled uncontrollably. His phone, fallen to the ground after he wanted to look for a nearby hideout, exploded and burned down to ashes. But he had no time for panic as another bolt hit him and he passed out, short before he dropped down to the ground,  everything went black.

Ian opened his eyes. Was he dead? No… he could feel the cold stone beneath him. He was alive! Could he move? Cautiously he tried to stand up and slowly but steady his wobbly, probably well-cooked muscles did their work. He looked around. It was the same rock he fainted after the lightning hit him. The lightning! Ian looked down his body. His clothes had burn marks everywhere. “How the hell I survived this?”, he muttered and opened his jacket to look if his skin was damaged. But he was in perfect condition.

In a flash immense heat rose up in Ian and he screamed in pain. Little flames reappeared around the holes of his clothes and burned everything away. Within seconds he was totally naked and lost in pain.

You are chosen.

A strange voice swept over Ian. Not exactly a human voice. It sounded older, powerful. Like the wind blowing through the trees. Coming from deep within the very being of nature. “I’m what?!”, Ian screamed into the air as another wave of pain hit his body. His whole body tingled as little bolts ran over his body. Every hair on his body raised up and vibrated with this power.

It is the power of a god.

The energy entered his body and his veins turned to the same electric blue. As the colour reached his cock it sprang to life. Ian moaned as the pain was mixed with pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming. Back in his mind he tried to fight his trembling hands that got closer to his touch craving cock second by second. And in the moment, he contacted his skin something inside him exploded and coated him in an electric field.

He moaned again as his body began to change and his eyes glowed with energy. Ian’s shoulders cracked and grew wider as muscle packed on his average, slightly flabby frame. Thick slabs of muscle grew on his chest and his arms followed suit. His biceps bulged and veins grew visible, perfect to provide these arms with enough blood to move these muscles. Ian’s dainty hands looked hideously but the followed to grow bigger and stronger as they stroked his cock.

Ian felt the bones in his legs groan as they grew longer, pushing him nearer towards the sky till nearly 6’3’’. His legs pulsed and his muscles rose and stretched his tanning skin. Ian needed to adjust his stand after his feet followed his grown hands to support his new weight.  He threw back his head and groaned deeply again. His whole head hurt.

New thoughts appeared in his head. Memories of growing up in the sky as a powerful god. He stroked his cock. An itching crept over his head as his curly brown hair straightened itself and lost its dark coloration. With each stroke it grew longer until he had a mane of dark blonde hair reaching to his shoulder blades.

 A wave of blonde hair flowed over his body, changing every hair from black to blond, thickening under his arms and between his legs. Ian shuddered. He was close. Carefully he rubbed over the exposed tip of his cock as the pleasure intensified. His abdominal muscles contracted and every single ounce of body fat melted away and abs rose to the surface, coated by a decent coat of golden hair. Ian continued stroking his growing cock and fondled his balls. The pressure in them grew to almost unhuman dimensions. With a final stroke his face grew angular and was coated with a good amount of blonde stubble. His voice broke and changed into a deep baritone as he came. Lightning bolts went down to earth as he coated the rock before him with his seed.

The naked man blinked. Feeling his body. Something was not right, that was not him! Suddenly new clothes appeared on his body, hugging his hulking frame tightly. Thor looked around him. His eyes became a blue colour as he scratched his head. “Got a bit carried away I guess”, he murmured as he saw the seed coated rock in front of him. For an unknown reason he felt the desire to flex his huge arms. He grinned. Yes, these were the arms of a god, the mighty god of thunder! He looked around for his hammer and then with a lighting he went back to the Avengers headquarters. His cock was still throbbing. Maybe he could find some release. But first he would have some cloud berries. He licked his lips. Maybe he could get both of them at the same time.

Hey tf-fans! Some of you might recognise this story. It had been on this blog before, but I reworked it to be more suitable. I hope you like it this way too!  If anyone of you people have ideas for future stories - just drop me a message or a question! Have fun and stay safe!