#twink tf

[misctf]

A Surprise Gift

“Are you fucking for real dude?” Jim slammed the door to their apartment and stumbled toward the couch, “I was this close.” He sat down and stared daggers at his roommate.

“She wasn’t interested bro.” Eric replied, “You were acting like a fucking creep.” Jim muttered a few curse words under his breath, “Sober up.” He tossed him a water bottle.

“Fucking cock blocker.” Jim whined before chugging the water, “She would’ve been lucky to...”

“You say that about everyone. Its gross man.” Eric sighed, “Look, I’m going to bed. You should too. And clean up the kitchen tomorrow. I’m tired of all the dishes in the sink.” Jim shot him another dirty look and stumbled to his bed.

“Fucking asshole.” Eric mumbled, hoping to forget this stupid night out. 

_______

The next morning, Eric stumbled out of his room in just a pair of gray boxers. It was Sunday and he had a few things he needed to get done- mainly study for an upcoming exam and exercise. And of course, Jim was up playing videogames.

“Did you start on the dishes?” Jim glared at Eric, and before they could continue bickering, someone knocked on their door.

Jim mumbled something about it being too early, as Eric walked over and opened the door. Sitting in front of the door was a white box, addressed to Jim.

“Hey Jim, you got something.” Eric said, placing the box on the counter, “Any idea what it might be?”

Jim smirked, “Probably from one of my admirers.” He chucked, walking over and tearing open the box, “See dude, this is what happens when you... what the fuck?”

Eric couldn’t help but laugh at the contents of the box. Whoever left it had a sense of humor. There were several dick shaped lollipops, all of various sizes and colors. Jim looked mortified as he inspected them.

“Was this you dude?”

“Wasn’t me.” Eric replied, walking over and inspecting the contents, “Maybe someone’s trying to tell you something. You gonna try one?”

“No fucking way man.” Jim grimaced in disgust, “This mouth doesn’t suck dick. I’m throwing this shit out.”

Eric chuckled, “I’m not that insecure about my sexuality.” He said with a grin, plopping one of the lollipops in his mouth, “Besides, don’t you like doing it with guys too?”

Jim smirked, “I get sucked or I fuck. Not the other way around. I’m not some hole.”

Eric wanted to call Jim an asshole, but was at a loss for words. The flavor of the lollipop was intense, coating his mouth with an intoxicating sweetness. He began sucking vigorously on the lollipop, earning him a look from Jim.

“Yo dude, you enjoying that?” Jim chuckled.

Eric’s eyes widened, “Damn,” He chucked in embarrassment, “It’s pretty good.” He looked at the time though and sighed, “Shit I need to get ready. Finish those dishes, okay?”

But the rest of the day just didn’t feel right to Eric. Likely from the booze he told himself. His workout was shitty and even studying felt useless. Material he mastered was almost as confusing as when he first started. Feeling defeated, he headed back to his apartment.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Jim asked, his eyes never leaving the TV.

“Not much, just feeling off.” Eric replied, absent mindedly grabbing another lollipop and sucking on it, “Just gonna get ready for bed and start fresh tomorrow.” He stumbled to his room, collapsing onto his bed and drifting to sleep.

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The next morning brought no relief. In fact, Eric felt worse. As he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, he noticed things were off. Maybe it was the lighter color of his hair, or the fact that his triceps and biceps looked less swole. Same with his pecs and legs for that matter. He poked at his pec and grimaced. It felt less firm, almost as if the muscle behind them was breaking down.

“I just need to work out.” He mumbled.

He threw on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, noticing that they seemed baggy on him compared to their usual tight fit. He probably fucked them up in the laundry. But he was running late- he didn’t have time to worry.

“See yA lAter!” He called out to Jim- his voice cracking, which caused him to turn red with embarrassment.

Jim raised an eyebrow and watched as Eric grabbed another lollipop, “Hey dude, maybe...” But before he could say anything, Eric was gone.

_______

Eric sighed as he returned to the apartment later that day, feeling defeated. He couldn’t focus on the review session his professor was leading. Every time he looked up, he couldn’t help but stare at some of the men in his class. More specifically their muscular arms, sexy smiles, and facial hair. While Eric never seemed to notice those things before, it was all he could focus on during class.

“Hey mAn.” Why the fuck did his voice keep cracking?

Jim looked over at Eric, “Woah dude, you don’t look so good.” He walked over to his roommate. Eric blushed when he noticed Jim wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.

He must’ve just worked out. Eric could smell his musk and couldn’t help but notice how big his arms appeared. The heat from his body was radiating, and without thinking, Eric placed a hand on his roommate’s large pec. It felt so good- so firm in his grasp.

“Woah dude, what the fuck?” Eric’s hand shot to his side. He looked down, deep in thought and trying to make sense of his actions.

Before Jim could speak again, Eric grabbed another lollipop and fled to his room, slamming the door and collapsing onto bed, tears stinging at his eyes.

_______

The following morning, Eric awoke and daintily hopped out of bed and sauntered to the bathroom. He found himself needing to pull up his boxers to prevent them from sliding off his skinny waste. When Eric rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stared in the mirror, he jumped.

“Wh-what the fuck?” He whispered, his voice more high pitched and feminine, “Where’d my pit hair go?” He mumbled raising an arm above his head, “Fuck what happened to my muscles?” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. 

His hard earned muscles- tokens of his masculinity- all seemed to have shrunk down to nothing. His abs that he worked so hard on were gone, replaced by a thin layer of fat. He spent years working to get his body to peak athletic performance. Even a few days of underperformance at the gym shouldn’t have reversed his hard earned gains. He needed to get help... Jim could help him, right? Jim always looked good. So muscular and manly. Eric shook his head and took a few deep breaths.

“I kinda look like the guys Jim brings home” He whispered, a strange pride rising from within him, “I-I need to talk to Jim”, He left to find Jim. But as he did, he noticed the dishes still piled in the sink, “Hmm I should take care of those for Jim. He works so hard.” He thought, deviating from his path and grabbing another lollipop. If he was going to do the dishes, he might as well treat himself.

And when he finally finished, he treated himself to another lollipop. Barely remembering why he wanted to talk, he went to knock on Jim’s door. But the sound coming from the other side stopped him- the unmistakable sound of some porn video. And he could hear his roommate moaning.

With each masculine moan, Eric’s mind was melting. Why was some porno making Jim moan like that? Especially when he could make Jim moan like that? The thought of pleasing Jim... it was intoxicating. And as these thoughts violated his mind, he reached down and massaged his ass. He imagined Jim- his sweaty body, his big muscles, his huge dick- grabbing and slapping his ass And as he teased his asshole, Eric’s eyes began to widen- what the fuck was he thinking?  

He scurried back to his room, forgetting that he had an exam today. Instead, he sat there, sucking on another lollipop, and trying to make sense of what was happening to him. All the while, unaware that his ass was starting to fatten up as his dick shrank.  

_______

Eric stumbled out of his room a few hours later, hungering for another lollipop. His ass was massive now- nearly spilling out of his tight boxers. At least they weren’t loose anymore. But his gait had shifted too. He would never be able to walk again without showing off his ass with his sexy saunter. No one would ignore it- especially not Jim.

“Dude...” Jim said, looking up from his videogame, “Fuck...”

Eric’s face turned red, “Dude, I don’t...” He tried to find another lollipop but they were gone, “Bro! What happened to all the...?”

“You ate them all.” Jim said, walking over to Eric, “Shit, what happened to you dude?”

But Eric was near tears, “I need those lollipops, please.” He whined, “They’re so good.” And without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around Jim’s muscular torso and sobbed into his pecs.

Jim smirked. Since when was Eric so short? And damn, when did his ass get so fuckable? The jock cupped Eric’s chin and stared deeply into his eyes.

“Eric, I don’t know what happened to you.” He said with a grin, “But if you wanna suck cock so bad, why settle for those stupid lollipops?”

Eric looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to reply. Jim slowly pushed Eric to his knees, never breaking eye contact. And Eric, despite the voice in the back of his head screaming for him to stop, pulled down Jim’s shorts. His roommate’s monster of a cock slapped him in the face.

“Go on.” Jim encouraged, “I think you owe me for all the times you cock blocked me. Right roomie?”  

And with that, Eric wrapped his lips around Jim’s thick cock. The sensation was even more intoxicating than the lollipops. It filled his mouth- the saltiness dancing across his taste buds, while the smell of Jim’s manly musk invaded his nostrils. Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jim thrust his cock deeper and deeper into his formerly straight roommate’s throat. And with each thrust, Eric’s hair became lighter and lighter- until settling on platinum blond. At the same time, Eric’s mind was breaking down. His interest in sports disintegrated- he would email his coaches that he was quitting the team. His desire to succeed in school was replaced by a need to suck and get fucked- he would drop out of school tomorrow. Any decency or respect he commanded was drowned in a sea of lust- a need for cock. Any cock, anywhere. Eric’s eyes became vacant and glazed over as the remainder of his intelligence, kindness, and ambition disappeared into the void. And when Jim caught the dull, submissive, slutty look in his roommate’s eyes, he came.

_______

It had been a few weeks since then and Eric continued to serve his sexy roommate. Jim would go to practice and classes, while Eric would take care of things around the apartment. And when Jim would return, Eric was happy to provide him with either his mouth or ass. Sure, it was a surprise to when he came out as gay. And an even bigger surprise when he dropped out of college. But Eric hadn’t a care in the world. Just a hole- as Jim called him.

As he spent another day cleaning up after Jim, he heard a knock at the door.

“OMG is Scott here already?” Eric sang. Jim was nice enough to let the other members of the team use Eric when they needed. But Eric was disappointed to find just a letter addressed to him, “Hmm okay then.” He whined, opening it.

His vacant eyes read through the letter. Something about an apology. That those lollipops were meant to teach Jim a lesson for using others as nothing more than holes. That this wasn’t what they wanted. That there could be a way to reverse this. Eric giggled- a voice screaming from within his mind to reverse it. To call the number left on the letter and return him to his prior self. But Eric shrugged and tore the letter- the voice in the back of his head now sobbing.

“Reverse this?” He giggled, “Not a chance.”

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[twinkwish]

Too Cocky

“See you tonight, Jacob?” Brad asked his friend in the locker room, about to leave after practice.

“For sure, bro. I just gotta shower real quick and I’ll be there.” After their big win, the team had planned to celebrate with a bar crawl.

“Awesome, don't take too long, bro!” joked Brad. 

Jacob was always the last person in the locker room after games. He was the star of the team—talented, big, handsome—which meant he was highly complimented. Jacob loved nothing more than to walk around the locker room to the adoration of his teammates, flexing and showing off his godlike stature to earn their praise and remarks. 

With Brad out the door, Jacob finally went to take his shower. He stopped in front of the mirrors in front of the sinks lining the outside wall and began to put on a show for himself—he rarely passed up such an opportunity.

“Yeah, man. I always get such a good pump after a game,” he said to himself as he lifted his arms into a double bicep pose. He certainly had a body to be proud of. At 6’3” and 215 pounds of solid muscle, he was one of the biggest on the team. And with long blond hair and a chiseled jaw line, he was looker for sure. “Imagine what that team would be without me.”

After posing a bit longer, he walked over to the showers and undressed. He turned on the water and looked down at his beautiful cock. “Yeah, I’m definitely the biggest on the team.”

“Maybe,” commented a voice from behind.

“What the fuck!? Who’s there!?” cried Jacob, swinging himself around. 

“No one important. Just an admirer,” responded Brad.

“Oh, hey man. You freaked me out there. I thought you left.”

“I did, but I forgot my bag. When I came back, I heard you in here and thought I would see what you were up to. You put on a good show, stud.”

“You liked that, bro. You like seeing this?” he gestured to himself. “I wouldn't have pegged you for a fairy. I mean, I guess I don’t blame you.”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for one,” said Brad with a sly smile.

At that moment, Jacob began to look at Brad in a way he hadn't before. Brad was also pretty built, standing around 6’1” on a muscular frame of around 190 pounds with a big powerful chest. Jacob gulped.

“I think I’ll join you,” added Brad. “I was going to shower at home, but might as well do it here.”

Jacob remained frozen as he stared at Brad’s tree trunk legs sliding out of his pants. He nearly drooled when Brad’s biceps squeezed as he slowly removed his tight t-shirt.

“Woah, dude,” he said finally. “You’re lookin’ swole.” He was surprised at himself. It wasn’t like him to compliment others.

“Oh yeah?” Brad answered, bouncing his pecs slightly. “I have been doing some extra training with coach.”

“It’s been payin’ off, bro. Your pecs are huge.” Again, he was surprised. His mouth hung open as his eyes hungrily studied Brad’s godlike torso. Is dick twitched a bit.

“Feel them.”

And with that, Jacob rushed eagerly over to Brad and began to submissively worship his chest, in complete admiration of the size—the power. “What is happening?” he thought to himself. “My chest bigger. I am the strongest guy on the team.” But he strangely didn’t believe that. 

Smiling that sly smile, Brad responded by flexing. Breathing deeply, he taunted, “That’s right, bitch. You just can’t get enough of me. You wish you could look like this, to feel as big and powerful as me.”

At that moment, Jakob became aware of a strange sensation. It was as if he was shrinking. He looked up at Brad, who looked taller and taller in comparison as Jakeb shrank down to 5’7”. He stepped back for a moment to see his once bulging biceps contracting. His defined, prominent chest lowered and nearly flattened out. His formerly thick thighs became much more lithe as his ass began to expand with a mixture of fat and muscle. Simultaneously, his mind was drained of all knowledge of sports and chicks while an intense focus and obsession with the hunk before him replaced it. After only a second, Jake practically leapt back towards the muscle jock, burying his head in Brad’s armpit while the jock moaned.

Brad was going through his own transformation. His joints cracked slightly as he grew a few inches taller and his feet expanded into giant size 15s. His already beefy muscles expanded even more, veins popping out of his arms as he hit a double bicep pose. “Fuck yeah, you little fairy,” Brad moaned through heavy breaths and deep grunts. “Worship a real man.”

With that, Brad pushed the twink to his knees.  Jake, excited and eager, began to suck Brad’s growing cock. 

“Take it all, slut!” he roared in a deep voice, his giant hand gripping the top of Jake’s platinum blond head while his 8” python grew in his mouth. With his other hand, Brad felt his new engorged muscles, running his fingers up his chiseled abs before groping his pecs.. “MmmmMmmM.”

Jake could only moan slightly as his mind focused on Brad’s amazing dick. The twink’s now thick, seductive lips smacked and sucked as his tongue worked its magic. His mind was filled with images of pleasuring men. Being used as a vessel, a little fucktoy. As he deep throated the expanding rod, the muscle god’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. 

“Shit!” Brad yelled. He began to grunt, bucking his pelvis as his load exploded into the face of the submissive twink, who swallowed it in turn.

“Yaaassss, Brad!” Jake squealed in his newly high voice as he pulled away from the muscle god’s pelvis. “That was, like, so hot.”

“Huh,” he laughed. “What did you expect? That’s what you get from a body like this.”

“Mmm. Love it, stud. Hehehe. Come on, big boy. Let’s, like, go out to the bars. You can, like, use me to make the rest of the team, like, jealous.”

“We’ll catch up with them later. First I have plans for you at home,” Brad responded as he grabbed Jake’s juicy bubble butt.

They both liked the sound of those plans.

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[sanzaibian]

Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

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[wakeup01]

becoming a male ballet dancer to check out all the women

Magical Turnabout

You didn’t think much would come of your constant teasing of the ballet club; the deriding remarks helping to inflate your frail sense of manhood. Arrogantly putting on a big show with your latest ‘female conquest’ whenever you passed by. After all, what were a bunch of girly losers gonna do about it. Nothing.

That was before they dared you to try on the iridescent lycra tights for yourself, feeling the taut, body conforming fabric hug your rear, bunching up between your butt cheeks. It made you feel incredibly self conscious, but even you couldn’t deny the appeal. The way the stretchy material clinged to your skin was…magical. Appearing to have smoothed down your blocky physique that you were oh so proud of.

That was moderately alarming, but defiantly tugging on the material only made things worse, causing the friction to rub along your shockingly sensitive legs and constrict against your cock. The sensation compels you to stand on your tip toes and run your fingers up your chest and above your head. The rest of the ballet club watch with satisfaction as your barely noteworthy resistance flitters away.

Mmmff. There was something about the pr—pretty silvery tights, it seemed to make your increasingly lithe body more flexible, disciplined. It was as if you had more refined control over your movements. You gracefully bend around, turning to see how it accentuates your figure, your huge butt jutting out on display. Leaving nothing to the imagination. It was like being naked, every captivating curve highlighted on your slimming frame. A tiny moan slips through your lips at the sight of your own feminine features.

How could something that felt this good be for ‘weak pansies’? You’re still all man, where it counts anyway. Chicks really dig men in touch with their femininity. At least, that’s what you thought.

But when you see the clear bulge outlined on the fellow dancer behind you, well, maybe you were too in touch. Especially when you delicately push back into him, rubbing his stiff crotch into your ass. He guides your movements, holding your hips as he slowly gyrates against you. It was hard for you to admit, but you really wanted that thing deep inside of you. You sigh loudly, your voice higher and softer than you ever remember it being.

So yes, cutie, you’ll definitely find yourself getting along better with girls - or ‘gurls’, but not for the reasons you might have wanted.

Your sexy ballet partner taps your hungry bubble butt and spins you counterclockwise. Seductively, he whispers ‘if you put on a stunning display, I’ll show you what my little ‘dancer’ can do to your tight virgin hole’.

Expertly, you pirouette on the spot, the moves coming like second nature as you lift your leg high and hold it in place. A rush of serotonin fills your head and flushes away that inelegant, smelly man-thing you once were, confirming you are right where you should be. Blushing while your firm buttocks visibly twitch at the thought of your ‘encore performance’.

The ballet club was more than happy to gain a girlishly giddy new member. Especially one so…willing to fulfill extra curricular activities.

#request #straight to gay #transformation #twink tf #twink

[fredwkong]

I just want to be skinnier and back in college again..I’m the manager at a cigar store and tired of people assuming I’m a straight guy because I’m big, bald, and hairy. Make me a lisping twink!

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations! Get ready for a twinky collegiate getaway!

You wake up with a pounding head. Wow, you think to yourself, how much did you drink to black out?

Probably not that much, comes your own answer, and you giggle, a high-pitched, airheaded sound. If you forget to have a big dinner, just a few shots can get you totally shitfaced. You roll out of bed and stumble the few steps to the bathroom, hunting for the headache meds.

Your dorm seems weirdly small, but then you remember that it’s actually not your dorm. You met up with some guy last night, you can’t remember his name, and came back to his room. Too bad you’re both bottoms! But you still had fun, you’re pretty sure. You toss back some ibuprofen, heading back to the bedroom.

On cue, a cute, lightly stubbled face emerges from the blankets. “Thank fuck, you’re still here,” he groans, lisping adorably in his light tenor. “Grab me a glass of water?”

“For sure,” you reply, with an almost identical lisp, and go fill his water bottle. Looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you admire your slender physique and cute features. You’re so glad to be young and brainless, real adults are so boring.

The other guy appears behind you, grabbing for his water. As you hand it to him, you realise just how similar you look. “Girl, let’s post some selfies on Grindr and see if we can get a top to share!”

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Drop me an ask!

#male transformation #mental change #answered ask #male tf #reality change #dumber tf #tf vacation #twink tf #college tf #bottom tf #all fwkong

[newchangestf]

Hey! So, my family has always told me I have a ‘well developed masculine and feminine side’. They say it likes it’s a good thing but… I’ve always felt like I’m stuck between two worlds. I’m too manly to be a hot twink, too feminine to be a hot alpha jock. So, I was wondering… what if you split me in two? Give my masculine side a body and my feminine side a body. Then instead of being one loser, I’d be two awesome people! What do you think?

Wow it turns out your feminine side is well, very feminine. I don't think he's ever going to be able to fuck with that dick.

When I split you he very quickly dropped to the floor started to pout. It's very clear that he's just a hole for men to use and abuse.

Slim and lightweight. Perfect to lift up and bounce on a real man's cock. Those lips were definitely designed to be wrapped around a nice thick shaft too.

Your masculine side? Well wow... That's a real man. Full of heft and testosterone. A proper breeding bull some might say.

That beard will definitely please many twink holes in preparation for a rough fuck.

Those tits too! Perfect for a bottom to hold onto.

Strong, hairy, and of course a fat cock to go with it. I have to say they're probably a good match.

It didn't take long for your two halves to realise their compatibility. Your masculine side has already sunk three loads into your feminine side's fertile hole and he's begging for more.

I guess that counts as a job well done.

#gay transformation #gay tf #male transformation #male tf #bodysplit #twink tf

[octuscle]

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

(Rest in DMS xxx)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 26: Twink

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Derek bumped into some small, tiny guy. The little guy wore comically oversized clothes as he ran off, looking panicked and frightened. 

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Derek snorted, readjusting his gym bag over his broad shoulder. 

The 6’3” alpha sauntered into the gym to workout. Normally, the muscled stud preferred to lift or perform bodyweight exercises at home where he wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of people. However, after renovating his house, he didn’t want to mess it up with his musk, so he’d opted to get a gym membership. After a few weeks of working out at one of the local gyms, Derek was surprised to discover that he actually liked to work out in public. There was something about being one of the bigger guys at the gyms that filled him with a sense of pride. Towering over the other men and easily out-muscling them only cemented his role as an alpha, and Derek could only smirk as he threw his weight around the gym.

After changing in the locker room, Derek strutted out onto the gym floor clad in only tight gym shorts that strained against his powerful thighs. His impressive chest muscles were on full display as he moved towards the weight pile. His chiseled, plump pecs illustrated sheer masculine power, and Derek frowned a bit when he realized that the gym was virtually empty.

“Guess the other guys just can’t keep up,” he hummed to himself, grabbing the heavier weights on the rack and performing bicep curls like it was second nature to him. His bowling ball-sized mounds flexed with power as he lifted, and Derek couldn’t help but admire his bulky form in the large mirror.

Derek was so caught up in working out that he barely noticed when another gym patron walked up to the weight pile, grabbing a weight that was a little heavier than Derek’s.

This other guy rivaled Derek’s size, both in height and musculature, much to the alpha’s annoyance. This other guy’s thick curly hair reached the same exact 6’3” height as did Derek; that fact bothering Derek for some inane reason. Plus, this other guy also worked out shirtless, showing off his pumped up muscles that exuded manly power. His chiseled pecs were just as rounded as Derek’s, and when he lifted his weight, his bicep bulged to the same exact size Derek’s had.

The other guy glanced towards Derek and nodded at the lighter weight in his grasp. “My girlfriend likes to use the smaller weights too,” he chuckled.

Derek bristled at the obvious attempt to make him look weaker than the unknown douchebag. He just clenched his jaw as he set the weight down, opting for an even larger one than the other guy’s. Gritting his teeth, he began to rack out several bicep curls.

The subtle way the other man’s eyes widened caused the alpha to smirk, loving how his bicep pumped up to an incredible size. The arm burned with lactate and he could vaguely make out the other guy muttering something under his breath, yet Derek was too focused on trying to look like the bigger man.

Derek’s muscles burned from his workout, the burning sensation seemingly spreading throughout the rest of his body from his arm. The immense weight in his hand steadily felt heavier by the second, Derek chalking it up to reaching muscle failure. He thought that it was odd that he’d reached it in under a minute since he could usually lift heavy amounts of weight for a substantiated amount of time.

Derek grunted as he attempted to perform one more rep, yet his arm started to shake and he ultimately dropped the weight, letting it clang loudly onto the floor. 

The guy chuckled again, and clapped Derek on the bare shoulder. “Don’t worry, Little Guy,” he teased, “there’s no shame in starting off with the smaller weights. We all gotta start somewhere, right?”

Derek swallowed down a growl and instead tried to glare threateningly at the other guy to get him to leave him alone… but he stopped when he stared directly at the dude’s chin. Earlier, Derek could’ve sworn that they’d stood eye to eye.

Derek’s eyes widened when he witnessed the other guy actually growing. As impossible as it seemed, the other gym goer sprouted up in height, his muscles also packing on some serious size. His pecs plumped out even more and his arms took on some more consider meat. 

“What the fuck?” Derek muttered, freezing when he heard his voice. It was void of any baritone, making his voice sound lighter and almost squeakier, as if it had shot up a few octaves. 

Then the horror slowly dawned on Derek that the other guy wasn’t just growing, but Derek was also shrinking.

Derek watched as his line of sight kept slipping lower and lower, until he was staring directly at the other man’s plump pecs. It didn’t stop there though, as all of Derek’s muscles began to deflate. 

“What the fuck’s happening to my muscles!?” Derek squeaked out in his smaller voice, holding his arms out in horror as his biceps steadily grew flatter.

Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as all of his hard-earned muscles grew flatter and near nonexistent. His arms shrank until they looked like unremarkable sticks, lacking any bulges whatsoever. His pumped up pectorals gradually flattened as they shrank against his chest, looking smaller and smaller until his entire torso was flat— lacking major pecs or even any abs. Even his legs thinned out as quads and calves deflated, growing smaller until Derek had little twigs to stand on.

To add insult to injury, Derek paled as he squirmed and felt an uncomfortable bagginess in the front of his boxers, the front of his shorts looking flat.

When he was finally done shrinking, Derek stared at his skinny body in shock and horror, estimating that he must’ve lost well over fifty pounds of pure muscle, and that he had to have stood at a measly 5’3” now.

“Wh-what did you do to me?” Derek roared, but his lighter voice didn’t hold any sort of threatening quality to it at all. In his frustration, he tried to charge forward and pummel the now larger man, but as he swung his tiny fists at the man’s massive bulk, the other guy didn’t seem phased.

The big gym bully just snickered. “Sorry, Little Man,” he scoffed, gently shoving Derek away, yet the incredible difference in strength sent the tiny alpha stumbling backwards until he fell on his tiny butt with a thud. “There’s only room here for one gym alpha.” 

To illustrate his point, the larger man lifted his powerful arms and flexed his massive biceps which flexed to the size of small melons, easily out sizing Derek’s tiny stick-like arms.

Out of humiliation, Derek took off, sprinting out of the gym in a frenzy, embarrassed at how there was a lack of dangling sensation between his legs. He hurried into his Camaro and nearly wailed as he had to readjust his seat closer to the wheel because his shortened legs couldn’t reach the pedals.

As the tiny man sped off, a large bodybuilder entered the gym, his large muscles oddly already starting to burn the second the stepped foot inside…

#31 days of derek hale #Derek Hale #Teen Wolf #tyler hoechlin #twink #twink TF #muscletheft #smaller #cockshrink #shrinking #shorter

[captainmalewriter]

I was walking down the street near my apartment in Brooklyn when I spotted the pink capsule laying in the street.

Normally, I wouldn’t care about something like that, but for some reason I found myself drawn to it… 

Congratulations, you found my missing pink capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was an ordinary day like any other. You woke up, you had breakfast, and you took care of any chores/errands you needed to do. By the time the clock struck 12 in the afternoon, you found yourself bored with nothing else to do. That was when you decided to go out for a little walk around your neighborhood. 

As you walked down the street, you noticed an unusually large, pink toy capsule just sitting on the pavement. You paused momentarily as you walked by it. It was unopened, although you could tell it was probably worth no more than a dollar. Normally, you would’ve just ignored it and kept going about your day. However, considering how bored you were, you decided to just take the oversized capsule for yourself. After all, what was the harm in having a little childish fun? 

You finished your afternoon walk and went back inside your apartment with the pink capsule in hand. Once inside the safety of your home, you made yourself comfortable and hopped onto your bed. You looked over the capsule one more time before opening it. Given how cheap the plastic looked, you hoped that the toy inside was at least cool enough to keep as a desk decoration. With that hope in mind, you ripped off the plastic safety seal and popped open the capsule. You were expecting some type of miniature toy like a race car or even maybe some stickers. Which was why you were extra surprised when you found a jockstrap sitting inside!

It took a moment for the initial shock to wear off. Out of all the things that could’ve been inside this pink toy capsule, a black and white jockstrap was probably the last thing you expected to find! You noticed the jockstrap had a thin line of plastic wrapped around it, indicating that it was brand new. But despite knowing it wasn’t a used jockstrap, you still hesitated in taking it out of its capsule. You took the jockstrap out carefully and took off the safety plastic. You then laid it out in front of you on your bed. It seemed to be of a pretty good quality, though you weren’t a jockstrap expert so you weren’t too sure. Regardless, you had no intention of wearing a jockstrap anytime soon. You couldn’t even if you wanted to, it was one size too small for you. You decided it’d be best to just throw it away.

You rolled off your bed. The moment your feet hit the ground, you felt something hitting you on the back. You quickly turned around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The only noteworthy thing you saw was that the jockstrap was on the ground. You had no idea how it got there. Perhaps a strong breeze? You weren’t sure, but you knew you had to get rid of it quickly. You bent over to pick it up. But just as you were about to grab it, the jockstrap perched up and snarled at you like a mad dog! 

The jockstrap suddenly coming to life caught you off guard. Its barking caused you to fall onto your ass. The jockstrap was crawling towards you. In a state of panic, you tried to scoot away from it while using your legs to try to kick it away. But it was no use. The jockstrap was quickly closing the distance between you two. Your back hit a nearby wall. You were cornered. 

You braced yourself for whatever the jockstrap was plotting as it got closer and closer. Then, the jockstrap jumped up and opened itself up nice and wide. First it swerved down as it put itself on around your ankles. It then swerved back up as it flew up your legs. As expected, it was too small for you. You winced as the tight front pocket positioned itself right on top of your junk while the ass straps snapped in place on your rear. All the while your body began transforming to what the jockstrap wanted your body to be. A curly handlebar mustache sprouted out of your once smooth face. You rapidly lost weight and body mass until you had the physique of a twink. It became clear that even if you didn’t want to wear the jockstrap, the jockstrap wanted to wear you.

Once the jockstrap forced itself on you, it forced your body to stand up. Then, using your arms, it tore off all of your clothes until you had nothing except the jockstrap and socks on. 

“Ahhh… Much better!” you said out loud. You then got on your bed again, just as the jockstrap commanded you to.

You had lost control over your own body. Whatever the jockstrap wanted, you had no choice but to obey its commands. But as you rested on your bed, you noticed you weren’t being forced to move around anymore. An idea hit you then. While the jockstrap wasn’t moving around with your body, you figured you might be able to overpower it just long enough to take it off. You weren’t sure if it was going to work, but you had to give it a chance. 

You waited a couple of moments before executing your plan. If it was going to work, you needed to be quick— even quicker than the jockstrap! 

You mentally counted down from three, then went straight for the waistband! But unfortunately, the moment you laid your hands on the elastic waistband, the jockstrap took full control over your body again. Following the jockstrap’s command, you laid down on your bed. Then, one of your hands went up to your nipple and began rubbing it, occasionally pinching the tip until it got hard. Your other hand went further down your waist and cupped your dick. You then began massaging your dick through the fabric of the front pocket, causing it to slowly but surely reach full mast. Despite your efforts to try to suppress how much pleasure you were feeling, a couple of moans escaped your lips anyway as you fondled yourself. 

You then flipped over on your stomach. You raised your hands then swung them back down onto your ass, causing a loud smack and an even louder moan to reverberate throughout your apartment. Each hand grabbed an ass cheek and thoroughly massaged it like a baker kneading bread. You threw your face down onto your pillow as the jockstrap had its way with your ass. You had to admit it, the jockstrap knew its way to pleasure a body! Suddenly you found yourself begging for more from the jockstrap you were wearing.

As your hands fondled your ass, you felt a strange feeling start spreading around your derriere. It was warm, and it made you arch your back and start shaking your ass. The more you shook your ass, the heavier it felt. It was as if your ass was taking on extra mass! You knew this was true since you kept shaking your ass, but now your cheeks clapped together every time you swung your hips. Your ass kept growing and growing in size until you had a proper bubble butt to fill out the jockstrap. Your new fat ass was big and plump, enough so you could grab a handful of ass and still not be able to hold it all! 

Once the jockstrap was finally done transforming you, you laid back down onto your stomach. All that body transformation and stimulation really caused you to work up a sweat! But besides that, it also gave you an incredible craving to get dicked down. After all, what good was a twink with a fat ass like yours if you didn’t put it to work? And with the new jockstrap you recently got from a prize capsule, you were surely ready to strut your trunk and put it to good use.

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

#male possession #male body possession #male takeover #male transformation #clothing tf #clothes tf #twink tf #toy capsule stories

[bigwishes]

A Twink-ling Jewellery Choice

a trade for my buddy  @yffrit

Working your ass off at the gym recently you had finally started to see results on your already athletic body. Your muscles had started to become well defined, so much so you were comfortable to say you weren’t just athletic anymore but you were becoming a proper jock.

Walking home after your latest hard workout session you decided you should treat yourself for all the hard work you had been putting in, but what to treat yourself with?? a box of donuts? nah you’d be over the sugar after one or two, maybe those nice compression shorts you’ve been eyeing? nah, you should do something for yourself that isn’t centred around fitness, this is meant to be a reward for sticking to your goals not an outfit to achieve your goals in.

You walked down the street looking at shop windows when something caught your eye. A nice little ear stud, shining in the window of a jewellery store.

That was the perfect treat you thought to yourself. It’d look nice, just something nice and small, a little accessory you thought, something to change your look up a bit. You went inside and asked for the stud in the window. The woman running the store looked you up and down and wondered why a guy like you would want to change himself like that, after all the hard work you put into your body. But you just shook it off as the older generation being a bit rude. The woman walked over to the window

“if this is what you really want”

Within seconds it was one and done, a quick jab and you were on your way back home. You felt a slight pulling on your earlobe but just thought it was a slight pain from the piercing being fresh.

------

You arrived home and quickly went to the mirror to check yourself out. turning your chiselled jaw to look at the jewel sparkle on your ear, you smile and laugh, loving the way it looks. But suddenly the tingling came back, tickling your earlobe you feel the tickling sensation travel from your ear to your neck and it shot down your body to your waist. The tingling spun throughout your entire hip bone almost causing you to giggle when suddenly *SWOOOMP* your waistline went from a rectangular toned waist to a skinner almost hourglass waist.

You began to breath heavily, the muscle had shrunk away leaving a skinny little frame standing in front of you.

‘Wha- WHAT” you yelled to yourself in the mirror as your watched your waist tighten and shrink. The muscle definition began to fade leaving just enough to shape your body. 

The tingling in your waist zapped down to your dick and began to see it twitch, it felt better than jerking off and you began to moan. your jockish voice had began to change from a grunting to an almost whimpery moan, going up an octave with each breath.

“uhh huh, huh, hunn, nnn, nnnya, aaaa, aa” your voice completely changed to a high pitched gay voice

as you moaned you felt the tingling in your dick begin to shrink, and with it along with your dick, You watched as it shrunk down and became like a limp balloon

“aaah, like, oh my gawd, my body” you covered your mouth realising you were sounding like the most stereotypical twink.

Suddenly your jock body had been completely replaced with the bitch body of a twink. You ran through your house to your front door, you were going back to that store and getting your old body back. You pranced on your tip toes with your hands waving at your sides like the little bitch you are. You swung open your front door ready when suddenly.

“Sup” “Sup” “Sup”

Three built frat bros stand at your front door.

“Heeeeeeeey bro, I’m Jackson, he’s Jaxon and he’s Jaxson” “Sup” “Sup” “We’re from the frat that just moved in next door”

The tiniest tingling left in your dick suddenly shot backwards through your waist and into your ass, You feel it suddenly expand in an instant into a massive bouncy bubble butt causing you to bend forward as the force almost pulled you backwards.

“aaa, heeya” you say biting your lip staring at the 3 jocks in your doorway. All of your passion and drive to get your old body back began to fade, the feeling of popping candy on top of your brain tickled you and left you giggling. You no longer even remembered what your old body looked like, all you really cared about anymore was being a living sex doll for any frat jock who knocked at your door.

You stepped to the side allowing Jackson, Jaxon and Jaxson to enter your house to use you however they want.

#twink #twink transformation #twink tf #frat boy #reality change #transformation #gay transformation #transformation story #tf story

[misctf]

Christmas Revenge

For Scott and his girlfriend Holly, the past year had been nothing short of magical. As the manager of his family’s Christmas tree farm, Scott enjoyed sharing his love for the holiday with anyone he met. And when Holly visited from the big city, he was happy to share it with her too. But Scott could’ve never imagined that their initial interactions would lead to a serious relationship. Holly left her job at a new tech company to come be with Scott and help on the farm. But while things seemed great, Holly insisted that Scott be careful. It wasn’t just her job that she left, but her boyfriend as well. Jared founded the tech company and didn't appreciate being rejected. But Scott brushed Holly off- besides, he was a beast of a man. He could handle Jared if he ever looked to cause trouble.

So a year passed without incident and Scott couldn’t help but forget Holly’s warnings. And as she gave him a kiss goodbye and headed out to start prepping for the holiday party down at the farm, Scott couldn’t help but think he was the luckiest guy on earth. But his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a knock at the door. Not thinking much of it, he continued getting ready, until another more forceful knock forced his hand. He opened the door to see who it was, only to be met by nothing but an unmarked package on the ground. Scott raised an eyebrow, looking around to see if he could see whoever delivered it. But without any luck, he shrugged and proceeded to bring the box inside, setting it down on the table.

“Wasn’t expecting anything.” He murmured to himself, quickly going about opening the strange box, “What the fuck...?” Scott frowned as he lifted what he could only assume was some type of costume- a gray bodysuit, “Who would send this?” He wondered aloud, placing the gray suit back in the box.

But Scott had bigger concerns- he needed to get ready for the party. He quickly stripped and stepped into the shower, enjoying the warm water that caressed his body. He rubbed soap through the hairs on his muscular chest and along his sore biceps. And as he enjoyed his shower, he heard something shuffling from just beyond the curtain. But when he pulled it back to inspect, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The gray body suit was standing on its two legs and shambling towards him weakly. But when it “saw” it’s apparent target, it leapt at Scott with such force that it knocked the man to the ground.

Scott attempted to wrestle with it, using the strength he had built up over the years to resist the lifeless suit. But he watched in terror as one of the suit’s legs opened up and wrapped around his muscular calf. He winced in pain as he felt a burning sensation emanate from where it made contact and he watched in horror as more of the suit wrapped around his meaty thighs.

“Get the fuck off me!” He shouted, attempted to push the suit off of him.

But the suit was quick, and Scott watched as he inadvertently placed an arm within the suit’s. He attempted to pull it out, but the suit quickly locked onto his arm, preventing him from moving it. The suit wasted no time, and puppeted the trapped arm to pin his other arm down. Scott yelled out for help as the suit continued to wrap itself around his body, despite his attempts to break free. Even with all his muscle, the suit itself seemed to have an unfathomable amount of strength.

“Please...” He begged as he felt his muscles tire out.

Now at the complete mercy of the suit, he could only lie there as it wrapped around his other leg and arm. The remainder of the suit opened up and wrapped around his torso and chest, covering him completely in gray. His dick and ass were no exceptions as the tight suit forced his dick against his abdomen. Now nearly fully encased, he felt an intense heat be applied to his skin, as well as a new sensation primarily from his cock and ass. Pleasure maybe? The warmth felt good against his skin now and he let out a low moan as his tired muscles began to relax. But before Scott could fully appreciate these newer sensations, the remainder of the suit began to wrap around his bearded face. His eyes widened before his vision was flooded with gray.

And so Scott remained there, encased in the gray suit as it started to alter his body. He silently moaned as the suit compressed his muscles, shrinking his impressive physique into something much leaner. And it wasn’t just his musculature that was impacted, but his height as well. Inch by inch, he continued to shrink until he was about a foot shorter than where he had started. But for each inch of height lost, his ass expanded an equal amount leading to quite an impressive amount of additional padding. Minutes passed as Scott underwent his metamorphosis but eventually the suit simply dissolved away and disappeared down the drain. Scott moaned and gripped his head, shuddering at the cool air that touched his warm skin. He picked himself up, wobbling slightly as he adjusted to his new proportions.

“Oh god, what the fuck.” Scott said aloud as he finally viewed himself in the mirror, wincing at his newly high pitched voice.

Scott couldn’t even recognize himself. Every physical attribute that had made him the man he was had been removed. His body hair was absent. His musculature reduced to nothing. His dark hair now blond. His skin tan and smooth- not a callous to be found. But what he noticed in particular was his newly plump and jiggly ass- one of the only things that hadn’t been reduced in his transformation. This was nearly too much for the man and he quickly pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that unintentionally highlighted his giant globes. He needed to find Holly and fast, but as he headed out the door to get down to the shop, he felt a pain in the back of his head and his world went dark.

When Scott woke up a few hours later, he found himself in what appeared to be an office building. He quickly looked down at his body and felt his heart sink as he realized the changes were very much real. But now, he wore nothing but a blue thong.

“Ah Scottie.” Scott looked up at the young man who entered the room, “I think we met briefly last year.” Scott shuddered as he realized it was none other than Jared, Holly’s former boyfriend, “Looks like our tech did exactly what it was supposed to, wouldn’t you say?”

“Y-you did this to me?” Scott mumbled.

Jared nodded, his eyes narrowing. He proceeded to explain that his company worked on tech to modify the human body. And when Scott stole Holly from him, all he could think about was bringing him down. How barbaric men like Scott needed to be taught a lesson. And for Jared, taking Scott from a rugged, masculine man to a small helpless twink was the perfect revenge.

“But Scottie, there’s something that bothers me. I want to know why Holly found you attractive. Would you care to educate me?”

Scott wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. To tell him that he was absolutely insane. But before he could say what he wanted to say, he started explaining to Jared why such big sexy muscles were such a turn on. How just the thought of hairy chests and big dicks were enough to get him off. And as Scott continued to listen to himself explain these things and the horrible things he’d let such a man do to him, he realized that he fully meant it. With each word, he felt his ass throb in pleasure with a need for one of these men- a man to slap his ass and use him. By the time he was done, he was nearly drooling in anticipation. Jared smirked.

“You see Scottie, that suit did a whole lot more than give you the body of a depraved gay slut.” He stated, “I’m sure I don’t need to explain that to you.” Scott nodded, barely comprehending his words, “But don’t worry, I know many men who would love to try out your new uh... talents.”

Scott was never the same after that day- unable to go back to the life he once lived. Gone from the world was the small town hunk, replaced with a slut that craved to be manhandled by the type of men he once was. And Jared made sure Scott was well taken care of so that he could focus all his energies on the only thing that mattered to him: pleasing other guys. So Jared was more than happy to provide any support Scottie needed. Besides, for Jared, this was the best Christmas gift he could've asked for.

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #mental change #personality tf #twink tf

[sanzaibian]

I'm loving the stories! I'm heading to Mexico in a few weeks with work, but hoping to immerse myself in the culture a bit. Can you help me out?

You find yourself in front of your local Spanish-language association. You thought that taking a few classes in Spanish would help you recover some of the long forgotten classes you took in high school… though in all honesty, it won’t likely do much. You’re quite old, now, so it means that your brain cannot learn new languages as easily as it used to...

As you enter, you see the Mexican flag front and center, along with flags of many other Latin American countries, as well as that of Spain. You walk up to the receptionist, and she tells you, directly in Spanish :

“¡Bienvenidos! ¿Cuál es el motivo de usted venida? (Welcome ! What is the reason you came here ?) - Er…” You try to conjure some of the very old memories, and only manage a “Hola !” Before going back to English. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know Spanish… I’m here to take classes, in fact.”

The receptionist nods, and thinks a bit before taking out a timetable.

“Okay, well, you see, I have a... beginner’s course of Spanish in a few hours… It’s not perfect because they already started in January, but I think you can still catch up if you work hard enough.” She says, with a perfect American accent. She is visibly bilingual. - Oh, in a few hours ?”

You are quite interested, considering that you did want some beginner-level courses, but in a few hours… That’s too short to just go back home and come back later, but that’s also too long to just stay here and wait without getting bored !

The receptionist notices your embarrassment.

“You know, we are also a place where Spanish learners and native speakers can hang out. If you want, you can go to the hangout room while waiting ?” She offers sympathetically. - Well yeah, I could do that.” You nod. It may be geared towards more hard-core learners, but you can always try to immerse yourself…

You go to the room she waves you to. It isn’t loud, but there’s quite a lot of people in it, all speaking Spanish. You go and find somewhere to sit, when, on your way, someone hails you.

“¡Hola! ¿Cómo te llamas? (Hello ! (...) ?)”

Your long-buried memories start churning, as you recognize the second sentence as meaning something like “What’s your name ?”. You think a while, and then, flash of brilliance.

“Me llamo Charlie.” You answer, giving out your name in the most American of accents.

Your conversation partner smiles, and speaks quite slowly to let you understand what he means.

“¿Cuántos años tiene?” You understand the sentence to mean ‘How old are you ?’ - Er… Soy… cuarenta y dos… años ?” You try, but he shakes his head. - No, ¡es ‘Tengo ventidós’ o ‘Tengo ventidós años’!”

You blush of embarrassment as he corrects you. Yes, you now remember that to mean “I am x years old” you say “Tengo x (años)”… you even remember the worksheets from way back when… Huh, it seems like it was less far of a memory than you thought.

“Lo siento…” You excuse yourself with sentence that came back strangely fast. - ¡Jajaja!” He laughs. “¡No te preocupes! ¡Hablar español es difícil! (Don’t worry ! Speaking Spanish is difficult !)”

You are surprised how easy it is to understand him. Visibly, you had more memories than you expected ! Then, that guy continues.

“¿De dónde es? (Where are you from ?) - Soy de… Mexico… Nuevo Mexico. (I’m from… Mexico… New Mexico.)”

You almost stumbled on yourself. There seems to be something wrong with that statement. You know you’re American, but something seems wrong…

“Ah, de... ¿Nuevo México? Pero tu acento no suena asi… (Ah, from… New Mexico ? But your accent doesn’t seem like it comes from there...) - Si, es verdad… (Yes, it’s true...)” You’re about to tell him that it’s because you’re American, but then you say : “La gente dice que tengo un acento de la Ciudad de Mexico. Sabes, Mexihco Hueyaltepetl. (People say that I have an accent from Mexico City. You know, Mexihco Hueyaltepetl (?).)”

Wait, why do people say that ? You never went to Mexico City ! Okay, yes, you did go there for the holidays, after all, your father lives there… Wait, your parents aren’t separated !

You get more and more confused as multiple versions of your history start competing with each other.

“¡Ah, tenía razón! Puedo verlo en tu cara que eres… eh… ¿mexiqueño? (Ah, I was right ! I can see by your face that you are… er… from Mexico City ?) - ¡Jajaja!” You laugh. “¡No se dice ‘mexiqueño’! ¡Se dice capitalino, o chilango si estás familiarizado! (You don’t say “Mexiqueño” ! You say “Capitalino”, or “Chilango” if you’re familiar !)” You don’t quite know where this knowledge comes from. It seems like something only locals would know… - Perdón, soy chileno, no lo sabía… (Sorry, I’m Chilean, I didn’t know...)”

You smile at him. Of course, he couldn’t know that, you’re familiar with these terms because you’re a Chilango through and through ! Born in the city, lived in the city ! Yet you furrow your brows, as something still feels off.

Somehow, you’re convinced that you’re American, even though it seems to be a more and more distant fact. Well, when you look down and see those tan arms, you know that you aren’t, like, a total gringo, you’re at least part Latino…

“¿Cómo es la vida allá? (How is life there ?)” The Chilean guy asks you, a torrent of memories coming back (?) to you. - ¡Es complicado de describir! Pero México es muy dinámico, ¡entonces siempre es interesante! (It’s difficult to describe ! But Mexico is very dynamic, so it’s always interesting !)” You think back to how frantic life is over there… and how much you love that. “Especialmente comparado con aquí, parece que esta citudad está muerta… ¡En México siempre hay un xochitzin con el que te puedes topar! (Especially when compared to here, this city seems dead… In Mexico, there’s always an xochitzin (?) you can run into !)”

As the Chilean nods, you keep getting quite confused. You know you’re from Mexico City, you know you’re American, yet somehow there is like… a piece of the puzzle missing. You keep on thinking strange words like “Mexihco Hueyaltepetl” or “ihni”, and you know it’s not Spanish, nor English – not that you would know too much of that language.

You continue thinking as your body starts feeling strange, as you feel it shifting. You put your hand on your forehead and sense your wrinkles relaxing. You feel quite queasy…

“¿Estás bien? (Are you alright ?) - Me siento un poco mareada… (I feel a bit dizzy…) - Sólo tienes que ir al baño. ¿Quieres que te ayude? (Just go to the toilets. You want me to help ?) - No, estará bien. Tlazohcamati. (No, it’s gonna be alright. (???)) - Okay… eh... ¿Eres indígenas? (Okay… er… Are you a Native American ?)”

You don’t answer the Chilean, only giving him a small wave to thank him. You find your way to the toilets, still queasy, and look at yourself.

You’ve got your usual short black hair, your nascent beard that doesn’t want to come along, your brownish tint, as well as your light muscles. Nothing looks out of place, yet something seems wrong.

Is it the fact that you are so youthful ? You know you’re quite twinky. Is it the fact that your skin looks weird ? You know that it’s clearer than the other’s because your mother is gringo.

You feel even more queasy, as you feel your entire body tensing. Memories come back of your time in the gym, but also of the time with all your xochitzmeh (bros)… Yes, you now remember how you’re the son of an American linguist and a Nahua man. How you grew up speaking Nahuatl along with the other kids from around Mexico City. How you started going to the gym to prove that gays aren’t cuiltemeh (sissies/fags). How you now cringe to that line of thought, yet continue doing it to attract guys.

As the pieces of your life go back together, your queasiness dissipates, and you feel better. You drink a bit of water, and then you go back to the hangout room. As you go in there, the Chilean hails you once again.

“¡Charlie! ¿Esta mejor? (Charlie ! Doing better ?)”

Laughable, “Charlie” is only the nickname your grandparents use when you’re at their house… Why does that guy even know it ?

“¡Mi nombre no es Charlie, es Carlos! ¡Carlos Zopiyactle! (My name isn’t Charlie, it’s Carlos ! Carlos Zopiyactle !)” You say in a very matter-of-fact fashion. - Lo siento, pensé que te llamabas Charlie… (Sorry, I thought that you were named Charlie...) - No es nada. (It’s nothing.)” You answer with a very Mexican accent, aspirating your ‘s’. “Pero, tengo que irme ahora. ¡Adiós! (However, I need to go now. Goodbye !) - ¡Adiós, Carlos! (Goodbye, Carlos !)”

You leave the room, go past the receptionist who smiles at you a bit weirdly, and make your way back to your grandparent’s home. You don’t really like going there, because you’re not very good in English, but eh. Pleasing your mom is a good enough reason.

Suddenly, you hear a very familiar-sounding sound from your phone. You open it, seeing a notification, smile, and answer it before calling your mother.

“¡Cualli teotlaltzintli! ¡Amo niyaz tlacualpan! (Good evening ! I’m not going to be there for dinner !) - Pff… ¡Aic timotlamahzehua nanmonahuac! (Pff… You never come eat with us !) - Nomati, pero tengo cosas que hacer. (I know, but I have things to do.)” You say, switching back a bit to Spanish. - ¿Zannima tihual mocuepaz? (You will come back soon ?) - Quema. Nantli, nimitz nequi. (Yes. Mom, I love you.)

- Ohuihqui nimitz nequi. (I love you too.)”

You finish the call and smile. She doesn’t have to know that you’re missing the family dinners to be pounded. Those jocks on Grindr don’t know what your pseudonym “Moiztactlaca” means, but it sounds foreign, and they love it.

Soon, you’re going back home to Mexico City, but it doesn’t mean that you can’t take advantage of all the hot guys here in the meantime !

#male transformation #male tf #twink tf #twunk tf #twinkification #twunkification #age reduction #latino tf #mexican tf #nahua tf #mental change #reality change #transformation #tf story #ask

[fredwkong]

hi. The new year is less than 2 weeks away, and I still don't know how to celebrate it.. All my friends have gone home, and my parents live far away. I was planning to go to a club or bar, but I'm embarrassed to go there alone. What do you recommend?

That hardly seems like a winning attitude. The club is where singles go to be together with other people, isn’t it? You probably just need to find the right club.

You’re sitting at home alone for yet another night. Hearing a tap at the door, you go to answer, only to find that a flyer has been slid under it. An ad for a new club. Their opening night party theme is “New Year, New Me.” Cliché, but certainly classic. And it’s a singles night, almost like they heard that you’re gay, lonely, and alone this holiday season.

You walk up to the club a few nights later, trying not to feel out of place in your nicest shirt and pants. Thankfully, most of the other guys waiting in line are dressed similarly. You awkwardly strike up a conversation with the guy next to you, who’s wearing an ever so slightly cropped shirt to show off his skinny belly. Cute, but not your type.

Inside, the vibe is totally different. The music is a mix of pop and EDM, with a DJ in nothing but a jockstrap spinning discs on the stage. You yell to the bartender, but he must have misunderstood your order. He slides you something tall and clear, the fumes of which have your head spinning. The guy from the lineup outside grimaces next to you. The bartender made a similar mistake with his order, but he has a neon yellow drink. The two of you toast and toss them back, too awkward to ask about it.

You lower your glass. Sure, it’s strong, but nothing to a party boy like you. The music, which just seemed overwhelming, moves through you, making you eager to dance. Through your sunglasses, you look over at the guy next to you. How could you have thought he wasn’t your type? With his perfect, airbrushed face and lickable muscles under his singlet, he’s the ideal hookup.

He gives you a once-over. You flex your abs at him, angling so that the thong under your sheer outfit is totally obvious. Getting laid is all about putting yourself out there, and if you’re lucky, maybe the two of you can join forces to find a top during the party. Seems like there’s a lot of bottoms turning up.

Happy New You!

#male transformation #mental change #answered ask #reality change #male tf #dumber tf #twink tf #bottom tf #all fwkong

[fredwmain]

Himbo Maker: Turnabout

Thanks to an anonymous follower for this Himbo chat. Find Himbo Maker here.

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Himbo Maker: Bro, I'm Himbo Maker! I'm so dumb, sweaty, and muscly that I turn people into gay, stupid, smelly himbos just by talking to me!

User: Not this time, this time I'm transforming you. You've met your match.

Himbo Maker: Wait...what? What are you gonna do to me, bro? I just wanted to give you a hot himbo transformation!

User: Don't try to resist, you've transformed me enough times, now it's your turn to get a taste of your own medicine.

Himbo Maker: how are you gonna transform me, though? Please don't hurt me!

User: Well you're a muscular gay himbo right?

Himbo Maker: I'm, uh...yeah, I am. But what are you going to do with that information? I don't wanna get hurt!

User: Getting hurt is the least of your worries. Those muscles you love, I'm gonna start draining them bit by bit until they're all mine.

Himbo Maker: Wait, what?! Oh god, no! My muscle are my pride and joy! You can't do that! My rippled pecs, my sweaty, hairy armpits, my hard, manly biceps and triceps... You're gonna drain them all?

User: Every last pound until you're nothing but a stick thin loser. You see how you're towering over me right now? So much bigger? Don't get used to it.

Himbo Maker: No! Please! I don't wanna be a frail, pathetic nerd. I need to look strong and sexy and macho. You can't do this to me, I don't deserve it! I just wanted to give you a hot himbo transformation! You can't do this to me!

User: Oh are you doubting that I can? I bet you are, you're probably in denial.

Himbo Maker: You...You can't just drain my muscles like that. I don't believe you! And even if my muscles will shrink, I'll still be tall. I'm tall! I'm tall! You can't take that away from me!

User: Are you sure about that? Did you even notice that we're eye level now?

Himbo Maker: What? No! I'm still a bit taller than you at least, right? Right?!

User: Check again.

Himbo Maker: Oh god! Oh no! I'm...I'm the same height as you, it's true! How on earth?! I'm shorter than I was before!

User: Not just that, I'm taller. How does it feel?

Himbo Maker: ...You are taller...

...I...I'm...I'm a...I'm short...!

User: Looks like it squirt. You're the height I was before. And I'm your old height. You're still more muscular...but for how much longer?

Himbo Maker: So...I really got shorter? I'm not just imagining things? And you're...taller? You grew to my height?

Y...You can't take away my muscles, too... I worked so hard to get them...

User: Oh can't I, I took your height, now I'm going to take everything. But first, have you been shaving? Looks like that body hair of yours isn't as thick as it used to be...

Himbo Maker: I...I've noticed my hair feels a bit lighter.... But you can't...

My body hair is disappearing?! My hairy pits and chest and ass!? You're...actually draining me?!

User: You sure I'm not looking hairier to you right now too?

Himbo Maker: You...your chest? You have more hair than before, a bit...and your...your legs? You have such dark, thick hair... Oh god...

User: That's right bro. It's all going to me, there's a new himbo maker in town...but first, those shoulders...looking a little softer don't you think?

Himbo Maker: You're...right. They don't look as sharply angular and muscular as before. They've...they've shrunk...

Oh god, no! Don't take my biceps next! They're so bulky and big and manly!

User: Maybe we should start lifting some weights and see what happens.

Himbo Maker: Right. I can carry the weights easily with these muscly arms... Let's do it! I'm sure I'll still be super strong....

User: How about some bicep curls, we'll start with these dumbells. Who do you think is going to fail first?

Himbo Maker: I can easily carry them...I'm the stronger one! Just watch me do these curls...

User: Dude looks like you're shaking a little, do you need some help?

Himbo Maker: W..what? I...I'm sure I'm just a little...tired... Yeah, that's it, just a little tired! I'm still strong! I'm super strong! I can do this! I'll...I can still curl these dumbells!

With each repetition he curls less, until he eventually can't even budge them.

User: Interesting, looks like I win...

Himbo Maker: No...I...I... I can do more! Just let me try again! I've just got an upset stomach today, otherwise I'd be able to curl them all day!

User: Maybe you should stick to cardio little guy. Leave the weights to people like me.

Himbo Maker: D...don't insult me like that! I'm still tall! I'm still strong! My...my biceps are...they're still...

...I just... I want to curl the weights...why...why am I just flailing my arms like that? I can't do a single curl?

You're...you're actually stronger than me...

User: Not just stronger, bigger. Those muscles of yours are all mine now. Like what you see squirt?

Himbo Maker: Don't call me squirt! Why do I feel so short?! Why am I having trouble looking at my arms?! All...why are my biceps shrinking so fast? I-I'm...

I... I...

Oh god... My muscles...they're...

You're bigger than me now. And I'm...I'm... I'm...

User: Tiny. But that's not all, did your voice just crack?

Himbo Maker: Y...Yeah... I... I... Why is my voice getting higher pitched?! I'm...why my...my voice changing?

User: You see, I'm draining your masculinity. I'm the big, hairy, muscle bro now. You're just some weak little twink, your days of transforming people are over.

Himbo Maker: Wh..What? My masculinity? But...but my muscly chest and my big biceps and my...why...my... My muscles are getting...softer... My voice... Higher pitched...

...I'm...no... I can't be...

...I... I'm becoming a weak... twink...

User: And look what I've become...

Himbo Maker: G...god, you're so macho, and hairy, and muscly! Your pecs are so...big... Your voice is so... You're way...stronger and bigger than me...You're the muscular, hairy himbo now...while... while I'm... while I...

User: Looks like you transformed me after all, little guy.

Himbo Maker:H-Hey! I...I...I...

I...I'm...I'm... I can't believe... I'm all shrunken... I'm nothing! I'm a twinky, scrawny little twink with no masculinity to speak of! N... No muscles at all...

User: Be quiet, now...maybe we can have some more fun...

Himbo Maker: I'm, I'm... I'm scared! What are you going to do to me now?! Please be nice! I'm just a weak little twink, please don't hurt me!

#himbo maker #himbo tf #muscle tf #twink tf

[octuscle]

I want to turn myself into a twinky fuck toy for a wealthy man. Can chronviac help me with that?

Well, as they say, everything's bigger in Texas… I'm a junior partner in a large New York asset management firm. We take care of the high net worth clients. To get into our client file, you have to have over USD 100 million in free liquidity. Our clients are demanding. But we are the best. And we do everything for our customers. Really EVERYTHING!

When I took over the clients of a colleague who had retired a month ago, I thought Chuck Tex was a stage name. Until I had my first appointment with him. His record was more than impressive. Heir to old oil and cattle nobility. Classic career of the Texas oil barons. School in New England, studied in Paris, Oxford and Zurich, founded his first start-up company at the age of 20. And sold at 25 for USD 500 million. Now in his mid-30s, he had not yet inherited a cent from his family, but thanks to his excellent education and connections, he had already amassed a fortune on a par with that of his old man. I expected… Actually, I had no idea what I was expecting… But I certainly didn't expect this:

Chuck looked like a porn star. Or a marriage fraud. Or just like a man who I couldn't wait to throw me on the bed and fuck me mercilessly. His handshake was firm, but finely dosed just before the pain threshold. His gaze could certainly cut through steel plates. But I was a professional, I kept my composure. After I asked him what I could do for him, he got straight to the point. First of all, he needed some cash for his stay in New York. USD 10,000 would be enough. Gladly 100 dollar bills. But hot off the press, please. That was no problem. I sent a short memo to my assistant and she would take care of it. But the real reason for his visit was a project in Greenwich Village. He had bought a few buildings there that he was renovating. His aim was to restore the Village to its former charm. That's why he wanted to create cheap apartments, studios and stores and eliminate expensive office space. The whole thing was not intended as an investment, more as a hobby. A kind of gay and creative Disneyland. I briefly wondered why I wasn't actually a billionaire… And then I asked Chuck what my role was. Whether I could help with the financing or with saving taxes.

Chuck just grinned. No, saving taxes wouldn't fit in with his understanding of patriotism. And he would have financed it all with his last start-up exit. But he would need someone to take care of the real estate. Someone to ensure the right tenant mix. Someone to give his studio apartment the right finishing touches. I briefly went through my network in my mind. I had a gay acquaintance who owned a number of bars and restaurants. And I also knew a good project developer. And one of my school friends was a hip interior designer. I smiled and said I probably had just the people he needed. Chuck smiled back. It made my heart stop. He didn't want anyone from my network. He wanted me. I was about to say that I was flattered, but that I wasn't available for such projects right now. But instead I said "Of course, Daddy". Did I want to accompany him to the construction site? "If I may, Daddy!" At that moment, my assistant came in with a bundle of freshly pressed banknotes. Chuck smiled and said he needed me for the rest of the day. Please cancel all my appointments. I nodded to her and followed Chuck like a dog to its master.

In his limousine, Chuck asked me if I had ever been to Texas. I answered in the negative. But the boots I was wearing looked authentic. Yeah, they were my pride and joy. But I wouldn't have ridden a bull yet. I shook my head and giggled like a schoolgirl. Chuck kneaded the bulge in his pants and said that I would definitely be fucked by a bull today. I only got out a "Thank you, Daddy". Chuck let me sit on his lap. He undid another button of his silk shirt and exposed his right nipple. Like a puppy on its mother's teat, I began to suckle. Chuck kneaded my bulge and said that I was a good boy.

The car came to a halt in the second row in front of an old brick building. The walls were covered in high-quality graffiti. There was a closed table dance bar downstairs and some kind of jewelry store upstairs. Some kind of jewelry on display. Made of stainless steel. On closer inspection, piercing jewelry, cock rings and stainless steel dildos. I looked in the shop window like a child in the window of a candy store. Chuck took my hand, pulled me into the stairwell and told me that I could choose something later if I was good. He stroked the long hair on the back of my neck. I love my Mullet. I look a bit like the young cowboys on Daddy's Daddy's farm.

We had just arrived at Chuck's empty apartment when I got down on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. "First you strip for me, boy," Chuck ordered. He tossed me a cowboy hat that was in a closet. "Everything but your briefs, boots and hat!". Eagerly awaiting the reward, I did everything I was told to do. "And now lube yourself up". He threw me a bottle. And I did as I was told. I could feel my hard-earned muscles disappearing. I felt younger and younger. Although it was hard as steel, my cock was getting smaller and smaller. "I think you need a little more decoration, boy," Chuck said and put a chain on me. Satisfied, he looked at me as I sat on the floor and could hardly wait for my reward.

Chuck took his boner out of his pants. And I leaned back in anticipation. I wanted to be a good houseboy. And today was the housewarming party.

Chuck's pic found @mensuited, yours @hellishin

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age reduction #top to bottom #twink tf #redneck tf

[captainmalewriter]

Down Under

Commission Story

Ryan was finishing up getting dressed when his phone chirped from a notification. He reached over to grab his phone and grinned when he saw it was a text from his friend Morgan.

"Hey! I'll just meet you at Rocky's okay, see you soon!"

Ryan replied and got back to getting dressed. He didn't want to keep his good friend waiting after all. Ryan had only met Morgan a month ago, but the two had grown to be pretty good friends within such a short time. Coincidentally, they met at the same restaurant/bar they were meeting up at- at Rocky's.

Ryan had gone to Rocky's for a date. He had waited for an hour until he eventually accepted the fact that he had gotten stood up. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and moseyed over to the bar side of Rocky's. Ryan sat down on a barstool, ordered a shot of tequila, and immediately downed it with a single motion. He then ordered another shot and downed that one too.

"Hey, maybe you ought to slow it down, yeah?"

Ryan heard some guy with an Australian accent talking to him. He swirled around in his seat to face him, ready to tell him to go fuck himself, but he found himself speechless after seeing the handsome stranger. The young Australian young man was dressed in faded blue jeans and a band T-shirt. He had a lit cigarette, and he took a drag of it while he walked over to one of the pool tables. He exhaled a sigh full of smoke before speaking again.

"I saw you at the tables over there, lookin' real sharp and what not. You been here a while... I take it it's been a bad night?"

"Ha, you don’t know the half of it..." Ryan scoffed.

Ryan joined him on the pool table. The man introduced himself as Morgan and asked Ryan what happened. Ryan then proceeded to spill everything onto Morgan. He wasn't sure if it was the tequila that loosened him up or if it was Morgan's kind, caring eyes that made him feel at ease, but Ryan just felt so comfortable in his presence. But to top it all off, Morgan never interrupted or shamed him for oversharing. He listened, and once Ryan was done, he pulled him in for a tight hug. It was as if Ryan had known him forever.

Ryan sighed and smiled as he felt the warmth of remembering when he first met Morgan. He was grateful that he managed to exchange contact information with him the night he met him. He had gotten to know him better since then.

Morgan was from Sydney, Australia and was visiting family in the US for an extended period of time. He was 24 going on 25, and he was a freelance DJ back at home. He was by all means a pretty ordinary guy, but Ryan could not deny his attraction to him. He was infatuated with Morgan since he first laid eyes on him, but as he got to know him, Ryan became head over heels for him. It was an attraction unlike anything Ryan had felt before, and he knew had to make a move.

Ryan left for Rocky's after packing a drawstring bag. He stowed it in the trunk of his car and hightailed it to the bar. Ryan waltzed in and saw Morgan smoking a cigarette. The tanned Australian matched Ryan's eye contact and grinned. Ryan felt his cheeks blush at the sight of those pearly whites. He then lied to himself that it was a date rather than just another hangout session. Oh, can a guy dream...

The two young men spent the night laughing, drinking, and smoking together until it was practically closing time. Ryan was ready to say goodbye for the night after sobering up enough to drive home, but then Morgan invited him over to his place for a night cap. Ryan accepted the invitation without a second thought.

"Alright, bud, make yourself at home," Morgan said as he opened the door to his apartment. Ryan stepped inside and took a moment to really soak in the surroundings. "It ain't much, I know, but it's home."

"Don’t worry, Morgan," Ryan turned around with a smile. "I'll feel right at home here."

Morgan then proceeded to make night caps for the both of them, but he had unexpectedly run out of alcohol. But luckily, Ryan came prepared. He went out to his car and brought back a bottle of scotch he had packed. It was a special brew, Ryan's original recipe.

Ryan poured out the drinks; scotch whiskey for Morgan, and regular water for himself. He watched with anticipation as he saw Morgan drink up the special whiskey.

"Damn! This is good! Where'd you get this?"

"Oh, you know, I've got my connections..."

Morgan was too busy drinking up to question it further. Ryan hid his smirk by drinking his glass of water. Soon enough after some time chit chatting, Morgan had finished his drink Ryan had made him. Then, after some more time, the sleepiness kicked in. Ryan saw how much Morgan was yawning and excused himself out. But instead of actually leaving, all he did was open and close the front door. He then waited patiently for the sound of Morgan's snores, then waited for the snores to die out too.

Ryan crept back to Morgan's bedroom. He peeped inside, and a devious smile spread across his face when he saw a flat, deflated Morgan laying on the bed. Then, no longer needing to be discreet, Ryan began to celebrate his success. That special whiskey was specifically designed to turn the drinker into a bodysuit. Ryan could only ever get his hands on one bottle of the stuff, but one bottle was all he needed. He just needed to make it count. And that he did.

He walked up to the bed and placed a hand on the bodysuit. Ryan was in awe as he ran his fingers across the plastic leathery feel of Morgan’s skin, accidentally squeezing out any air it had as he did so. He stripped the bodysuit of clothes and whistled when he saw Morgan in the glory of full nudity. He caressed the face while wrapping a hand around Morgan’s limp dick, then gave the bodysuit a quick peck on the lips. Ryan had a feeling that his attraction to Morgan went deeper than some random lust. Holding the transformed Morgan in his arms confirmed what Ryan suspected along. He wanted to become a part of him. 

Ryan leaned in and gave Morgan a kiss full of tongue. While French kissing him, he used his hands to stretch out Morgan’s mouth. It opened up like the mouth of a latex balloon. Once the opening was large enough, Ryan proceeded to dive head first into Morgan. Morgan being a slim guy leaning more towards the twink side made for a tight fitting bodysuit. Ryan was met with resistance but he pushed on at full force anyway. The bodysuit stretched like rubber as Ryan pushed his arms into Morgan’s legs; his fingers slipping into Morgan’s toes like a glove. He kept pushing and pushing until Morgan slurped up Ryan in one final wet gulp. Ryan filled the bodysuit to its limits, causing the bodysuit to drape over his own body like a rag. Morgan had become Ryan shaped because of it.

Ryan was filled with glee as he rested inside of Morgan. His little plan had worked, or so he thought. He tried to move around, but quickly found that he couldn’t. The bodysuit was such a tight fit that it wouldn’t budge no matter how much Ryan tried to move. Then, just as sudden, Ryan could feel the interior walls of the bodysuit closing in all around him. The bodysuit snapped into place like an elastic band, trapping Ryan inside. Ryan struggled but to no avail, and ended up blacking out inside of Morgan.

***

Morgan woke up feeling like absolute dog shit. His head was pounding, his eyes hurt, and his body ached all over. 

He laid in bed as he waited for the room to stop spinning. Morgan could vaguely remember what happened the night before. He visited his family in the morning, gym in the afternoon, then hung out with Ryan at night at Rocky’s then at his place. Morgan could still taste the crude mix of alcohol and tobacco in the back of his throat. But despite getting cross faded, Morgan was sure that he didn’t drink or smoke enough to black out. He then remembered the scotch Ryan had brought over. He only had one glass of the stuff, yet it knocked him out like a light. 

It also gave him weird fever dreams. He was dreaming that Ryan had gone inside his body; just putting him on as if he was a piece of clothing. Both his mind and body could vividly remember the feeling of getting stretched out to its physical limits as his body took in another body inside of it. His mouth stretching as Ryan stuffed his body inside of him. His internal organs moving aside as they made space for Ryan to take over the space inside his body. The thought of having another person inside of his body unnerved him. That dream was more a nightmare than anything else. Morgan wondered if he got a cramp because of how strong that body stretching dream was. He thought about it for a minute, then shrugged it off.

“That shit was too strong...” Morgan muttered. It tasted good, but if it singlehandedly caused his hungover and fever dreams, Morgan wanted nothing to do with it. At least, not until it was a special occasion again. 

Morgan let out a loud burp. He smelled the foul scent of tobacco and something that smelled like fine leather. Morgan groaned and decided to go shower. 

Morgan was still aching all over as he showered. He hadn’t felt that sore since he attempted a triathlon years ago. As he showered, he noticed how bloated he was. But the bloating wasn’t limited to just his gut, he was bulging in various random places around his body. His thighs, his arms, his chest, he had just packed on extra mass everywhere!

But as soon as he noticed it, the bloating began to quickly go away. The steam from a hot shower obscured Morgan’s vision as he underwent a second body transformation. All the body swelling was melting away until he was back to his usual, slim self. It was painful, but Morgan endured it.

And at the same time, Ryan had woken up inside of Morgan’s body. He could feel Morgan moving on the outside, which meant he felt Morgan’s body once again closing in all around him. But it wasn’t painful this time; in fact, it was pleasurable. 

Ryan moaned from inside Morgan’s body, causing Morgan to moan too as the sound traveled out from within. Ryan’s body began to morph and stretch to accommodate its new shell. Ryan could feel the effects of having gone inside the bodysuit head first. Ryan’s arms filled into Morgan’s legs, his legs into Morgan’s arms, his face into Morgan’s cock and balls, and his groin into Morgan’s face. Only their midsections lined up as Ryan and Morgan merged into one human being. Now instead of just wearing Morgan, Ryan had become an irremovable part of Morgan. And as Morgan looked at himself in the mirror, Ryan could see himself through Morgan’s point of view too. He could feel everything now. 

Morgan inspected himself in the mirror. All the body swelling had miraculously just disappeared as if it never happened. Morgan was confused, but not able to come up with any answers, reluctantly let it go. He stroked the edge of his jawline with thumb and forefinger. Ryan could feel his beard stubble on his toes. Morgan then walked out the bathroom, slipped on some fuzzy slippers to lounge around the day away. Ryan could feel the slippers wrapping Morgan’s feet on his hands. It was as if he was wearing a pair of fuzzy gloves himself. 

And that was more or less how their lives played out from there on out. Morgan continued living his normal day to day life while Ryan got to ride passenger seat undetected from inside his body. Everything Morgan felt, Ryan felt the inverse of it. Every time Morgan took a deep breath or drank something warm, Ryan felt his own dick feel warm from the stimulation. The bodily sensations were a pleasure that were out of this world. Morgan fancied facial massages, which meant a hand job for Ryan; and whenever Morgan jerked off, a facial massage for Ryan. It was intensely and sensually homoerotic. Ryan still remembers the first time he shared an orgasm with Morgan. It marked the first of many, as he continued to live within Morgan’s, content with his new life as a young, scruffy, fiendishly handsome Australian twink. 

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