ʿAḍnān

[next-pharaoh]

Do you want to convert? 💚

If you are into Arab-Islamic themed race-change transformation stories, contribute to it's realization by joining our Arabophilic movement.

💚What is it about?:

Promoting the genetic Arabization of the world.

Defending Arab interests.

Overseeing the state of the Arab world.

💚 Laws for the members (Arabo Codex/The Codex):

Always repost the blogs of your brethren.

Contact fellow members daily.

Gradually convert others to Arabophilia.

Do not mock Islam.

Do not mention "Allah" or "Muhammad" in a sexual context in your posts (we respect them).

Tone down individuality; people should notice we're all brothers.

Address members of the movement as "brother" or "akhi"

Read the blogs/posts of fellow members daily.

Post/reblog at least one thing related to Arabophilia.

Add "Arabophile" to your post's tags/hashtags.

Keep your blog's color-theme black and green.

Always welcome new members.

Reblog this post and pin it in your blog.

💚How to join?:

Direct message me (and if you're a membe who is converting others, direct those who are willing to convert to me).

Be certain you're Arabophilic.

You will be given an Arabic name and an individual member profile picture by me (Artstyle of Arab male, airpods, green background, etc).

Do not remove the Arabophilic profile picture, or the new name, without letting me know why.

If you want to leave, let me know.

💚Current member list:

@next-pharaoh @johnbrand [Abu Yaḥyā]

@justawestendboy [Ahmad al-Muhsin]

@enchantingkidvoidneck [Ismāʿīl]

@phantomkingjasim [Jāsim]

[cutsformen-deactivated20231210]

[tristan1313blog]

men are you taking notes? This is a real haircut

[rubberizer3]

Ben came to the gym for a simple reason: to train.

He had just bought his first full latex suit and wanted to see how it would feel during a real workout. The glossy black rubber clung tightly to his body as he stood in front of the mirror, flexing slightly and watching the reflections ripple across his chest and arms.

The suit looked incredible.

But the gym he chose was no ordinary gym.

Owned by Jack, a massive man known for his imposing presence and his unmistakable red latex suit, this place had a reputation that most newcomers didn’t fully understand.

Because Jack didn’t just build bodies here.

He built something deeper.

Hidden inside the gym’s sound system were subtle layers of audio that most people would never consciously notice. Low frequencies. Quiet patterns. Subliminal suggestions embedded carefully beneath the music.

Most people walked in and walked out unaffected.

But every now and then someone arrived who was… receptive.

Ben was one of them.

Jack noticed immediately the moment Ben stepped inside.

The black latex suit. The confident but curious posture. The way his eyes lingered on the other rubber-clad men training around the room.

Jack knew potential when he saw it.

After Ben finished his workout, Jack approached him and casually started a conversation. Nothing unusual at first. Just the owner welcoming a new member.

But as they spoke, the music shifted ever so slightly.

Ben began to feel different.

Calmer. More focused. More aware of the smooth rubber covering his body. The latex suddenly felt less like clothing and more like a second skin.

Jack led him toward the locker room, speaking softly.

“You have incredible potential,” Jack said. “But sometimes people need a little help discovering who they really are.”

From his bag, Jack pulled out a perfectly polished latex hood.

Ben stared at it for a moment.

Instead of fear… he felt curiosity.

Jack stepped closer and gently guided the hood over Ben’s head. The smooth rubber slid down, sealing his face inside the glossy black surface. The outside world dimmed instantly, leaving only the rhythmic hum of the gym and the comforting pressure of latex around him.

Jack stepped back, admiring the result.

Another man ready to explore his true rubberized self.

Because in this gym, transformation isn’t just physical.

It starts the moment the latex seals around you.

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Would you dare to train in Jack’s gym?

[abdullahbroshairif-deactivated2]

[needtosubmittoyou]

[needtosubmittoyou]

[alphastalking]

I work with men too.

[twinktobear]

[khabeer-arabize]

Trimming your mustache, letting your beard grow and shaving your head are all a big love letter to Allah.

[needtosubmittoyou]

[adnan-arabization]

[preppyplace]

Get slicked. Give up control.

[rowdy317]

Story Muscle-one of my favorite stories from @jakelandryshorts and @jakelandry called "More Size". It is a great read!

[haircutandshave]

Another resolution upgrade. Love to know who this man is!

[intopower2]

Dr. Eduardo Vilas-Bôas. IG: @ dr.eduardovilasboas

[jwolfs-posts-deactivated2024020]

Getting warm

[coachs-kit-bag]

Nothing feels as good as full coverage

[tfcaptions2]

Alright, focus. I can feel it happening again, that strange pull in my mind, trying to change me into someone I'm not. I won't let it control me this time. I refuse to become that hotshot, cocky businessman with a chinstrap beard and all that swagger. I've worked hard to be the person I am, and I won't let my thoughts betray me.

But damn, those images are getting vivid. I can practically see myself in that sharp dress shirt, those tailored dress pants. What's with this sudden obsession with being bald and muscular? And that necklace, watch, and ring materializing out of thin air? This is ridiculous! I'm not some arrogant, overconfident prick. I've got integrity, and I won't lose myself to this bizarre mental transformation.

But... that voice in my head, it's relentless. It keeps telling me how powerful I'd feel, how attractive, how commanding. No, I won't be swayed by these fantasies. My friends, my family, they know me as I am, and I won't let some illusion change that.

My body, though—it's like it's responding to these thoughts. I can feel my muscles tightening, growing. What is happening to me? This isn't who I am. I won't be that guy. I won't!

The clothing... it's shifting, changing. This is insane. The dress shirt, the dress pants—it's all appearing on my body. How is this even possible? And that jewelry, it's like it's being placed on me by some invisible hand. Get a grip, man! You're not becoming that arrogant, cocky version of yourself. You're stronger than this.

Damn it, my reflection. I can see it now. The bald head, the thick chinstrap beard—this isn't real. This isn't me! I won't succumb to this delusion. I won't let it take over. I need to fight back, to hold onto who I am, to resist becoming that smug, self-absorbed alpha male.

But... oh, god. It's too powerful. The transformation is overwhelming me. I can feel the words forming in my mouth, the arrogance seeping into my thoughts. It's like I'm forgetting who I was, who I am. Wait... why was I resisting again? This feels... amazing. I am amazing. Look at me, powerful and confident, every bit the alpha male.

Yeah, that's right. I've got the looks, the charm, the swagger. Who needs humility when you've got all this? I'm in control now, and I'm not looking back. I don't remember ever being anyone else. I'm the man, the one everyone envies. And why wouldn't they? Just look at me.

Wait... what was I thinking about before? Something about not giving in, resisting change? Nah, that's all in the past. I'm a new man now, the man I was always meant to be. Time to conquer the world, one confident step at a time.