Fusion
My first attempt at a merging tf with somewhat mixed results...
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Fusion
My first attempt at a merging tf with somewhat mixed results...
Derek's Deception
Meet me outside.
Stiles read the cryptic text from Scott; if his best friend was asking to meet in the middle of the night, something strange must have been going on in Beacon Hills...again. He stepped out into the dark night to see Scott waiting outside, dressed in a black hoodie and blue jeans.
"So, what's the crisis?" Stiles asked with a grin. He loved the excitement of working on a new case, especially if it meant getting to see Derek.
"If I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Of course," Stiles nodded.
"Do you have feelings for Derek?" Scott was staring at Stiles, carefully studying his reaction.
Stiles felt his heartbeat quicken as his palms grew sweaty, stuttering over his words. How had Scott figured it out? Was he really that obvious with his crush on Derek?
"I...uh...he..." Stiles couldn't even put a sentence together because he was feeling so flustered.
"It's fine if you do," Scott smiled reassuringly. "I just want to know."
Stiles sighed, nodding his head in affirmation. "I know he's sort of creepy and weird and...well, mean. But he's also protective and caring, even if he doesn't like to show it. I know it's really weird, but I can't stop thinking about him."
Scott's grin widened. "I thought that's how you felt."
Scott's body began to shift. At first Stiles thought he was wolfing out, but it wasn't a full moon. Scott grew taller and broader as his complexion paled. His hoodie changed material into a leather jacket while his blue jeans darkened and grew tighter on his muscular body. Stubble formed along Scott's jaw as his boyish good looks sharpened and matured, shifting into another face completely.
Stiles' jaw dropped in surprise. Derek Hale was now standing where Scott had been moments before.
"Derek...?" Stiles managed to ask, his eyes wide in alarm.
Derek looked at him with his piercing stare. "Hi, Stiles."
"What-" Stiles trailed off.
"You look a bit confused, so let me fill you in on what just happened. I had a feeling you had a crush on me, but I also knew you're too cowardly to ever admit it to my face. I figured you'd be much more willing to spill your guts to your best friend, so I asked Deaton to make me a potion that would let me temporarily shapeshift into Scott," Derek explained his plan to Stiles with a satisfied smirk.
"So it was you during that whole conversation?" Stiles gulped.
Derek rolled his eyes. "You can stop being so nervous, idiot. Do you really think I'd go through all this trouble to trick you into telling me how you feel if I wasn't also interested in you?"
Stiles blinked, taken aback. "You like me?"
Derek laughed, wrapping one of his arms around Stiles. "'Like' is a strong word. But I do find your bumbling ineptitude strangely alluring."
"So does that mean-" Stiles started.
Derek cut him off. "I think that's enough questions for now, Stiles," He whispered, leaning in to kiss Stiles.
Summer Bear-becue
Stefan was confused when he showed up to the backyard barbecue party. It was supposed to be a frat event, but all the guys there were middle aged fat dudes in their 50s - it was like partying with a bunch of dads.
Still, free beer was free beer. When one of the old guys offered him a bottle, Stefan accepted graciously. He chugged the cold bottle down, finding it especially refreshing in the summer heat. Stefan was a little embarrassed as he let out a loud belch, clutching his belly which suddenly felt bloated.
Stefan gasped when his stomach inflated into a round beach ball, his abs being replaced with a beer belly. His defined pecs quickly followed suit, growing fat and sagging with additional weight. Dark black hairs covered his arms and legs while his tight ass swelled outwards into a big round rear.
Stefan's face aged, remaining handsome but maturing as wrinkles started to form. His hair began to gray as a bushy beard sprouted from his previously clean shaven jaw.
Stefan was now a chubby but handsome middle aged man in his 50s, fitting right in with the rest of the men at the party. He grabbed another beer and took a swig, his memories of being a frat bro long forgotten.
Can you do some headphones that make a geeky guy a really muscular jock?
"Hey, Ian!" Ian looked up from his phone to see a muscular, beefy jock approaching him. The hunk was dressed in a tight gray tank top and a pair of black workout shorts.
"Uh...hi?" Ian replied, a little confused. He didn't know who the jock was or how he knew his name.
"Hey bro, how's it going?" The jock gave Ian a friendly grin. Ian noticed the man was carrying a pair of over the ear headphones in his hand.
"Sorry, do I know you?" Ian asked. He was embarrassed, but the jock clearly thought they knew eachother.
"Dude, it's Stan! We took calculus together last year, don't you remember me?" The stud asked. Ian frowned - he did vaguely remember a Stan from his class, but he'd been a scrawny nerd and nothing like the muscular adonis standing before him now.
"Right, sorry. You look...different from what I remember," Ian chuckled.
"Are you ready for football practice? Coach is going to kill us if we're late," Stan said.
Ian couldn't help but laugh; the thought of him attending football practice was preposterous. He was an intellect, not some dumb jock - he didn't know the first thing about football.
"I think you have me confused with someone else," Ian told Stan.
"Bro, it's okay. I also wasn't feeling like myself, but these headphones helped to bring out my true potential. Just try them on," Stan urged, handing over the headphones to Ian.
Ian shrugged; what did he have to lose? He slid the headphones on over his ears while Stan grinned in approval.
A deep masculine voice shouted at Ian over the headphones. "You are a dumb jock." Ian's expression grew dazed as the commanding voice hypnotized him.
"You are a dumb jock. You are a muscular stud, not some puny weak nerd. You were built to play football. All you care about is working out and playing sports." Ian's body started responding to the voice's words; he was growing taller as his lean build began to broaden. His shoulders widened, muscles bulging from his scrawny arms. His flat chest pushed outwards into beefy sculpted pecs, his clothes tearing on his new athletic torso. Ian was now wearing a gray tank top identical to Stan's.
"You are just a horny, stupid hunk. You think with your massive cock, not with your tiny brain. You love to fuck the other guys on the team to celebrate after a win."
Ian's dick was starting to harden. His modestly sized member swelled, growing long and thick in his jeans. Ian's flat ass rounded into two juicy globes. His jeans shortened, the material shifting until they were a pair of tight black workout shorts. His legs grew thick and sturdy, completing his body's transformation into a jock.
"You have always been a dumb, horny jock. You don't remember anything about your previous life as a weak, pathetic geek."
Ian's messy hair shortened into a buzzcut, a well groomed beard forming along his chin and lips. His face subtly restructured to become more masculine and handsome, his glasses vanishing as they were now longer needed. With his transformation complete, Ian took the headphones off.
"Feeling better now, babe?" Stan asked with a smirk. He was completely aroused by Ian's new look, and couldn't wait to get the newly formed jock to the locker room for some pre-practixe fun.
"Yeah, totally," Ian nodded with a dumb grin. "We should get to practice - don't want to keep Coach waiting!"
The two men strolled through campus, holding eachother's hands.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Pride
Happy Pride Month!
I appreciate all of the love you guys have been giving my captions - my DMs are always open for TF requests! I'll be trying to do more story captions to go along with photos but wanted to share this quick TF to celebrate the start of Pride.
A Supernatural Haunting
It should have been an easy case. There had been sightings of a ghostly spirit at a spooky old abandoned house - just a standard haunting, from the sound of it. Dean told Sam he'd be able to handle it by himself and suggested his brother take the night off and relax at their motel.
"Anyone here?" Dean called out. The front door to the house creaked open and he stepped inside. No one had resided there in decades, leaving the interior a state of chaotic disarray.
The ghost materialized from thin air, suddenly standing in front of Dean with a mischevious grin. The ghost was a shirtless beefy man in his 50s wearing a tight pair of leather pants.
"You're mine, pretty boy," The ghost growled, reaching his arm towards Dean.
Before Dean could react, the spirit had grabbed him by the shoulder. Upon contact, Dean's entire body was enveloped in a ghostly glow. As quickly as he appeared, the ghost was gone, leaving Dean alone.
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked himself, panting heavily. His body still had the ghostly mist surrounding it. Maybe he did need Sam's help, after all...
Glancing downwards, he noticed his clothes were starting to shimmer from the magical mist. His jacket and shirt dematerialized, leaving him bare chested. Dean's already athletic build was pumping up, his pecs pushing outwards into two meaty slabs while his arms surged with veiny, corded muscle.
Dean was starting to panic, realizing he was being possessed by the ghost. He needed to get back to the motel - Sam would know how to stop this! Dean tried to move but found himself frozen in place - the ghost was fighting for control of him.
Dean's blue jeans darkened and grew tight, the material shifting to leather. Dean's ass grew round and juicy while his cock hardened, thickening to a fat chode. His calves and thighs erupted with definition, filling out the leather pants he was now wearing nicely.
Dean looked down at his new body in horror, powerless to stop the changes. A pelt of thick black hairs covered his chest and stomach - he now had the body of a beefy middle aged daddy. Dean's stubble lengthened into a well groomed beard, while his hair darkened to black. His face shifted, morphing into a replica of the ghost's features.
Buck smiled, having fully taken over Dean's body. He had been stuck as a ghost for decades, biding his time until he could possess someone and get his body back. It felt amazing to be corporeal again; he flexed his arms, admiring his veiny biceps. He was stoked to be back, and had every intention of putting his new body to good use.
Twink Wash
Inspired by the great videos of @oddityfactory
Frank was feeling pumped after hitting arms and shoulders at the gym. He strutted confidently into the gym's locker room, drenched in sweat from the grueling workout. As he tossed his sweaty workout clothes into the locker, a young man approached him.
"Excuse me, sir?" The man asked softly, "Would you be interested in trying our new product?"
Frank gave the man a quick appraisal. The kid looked like he was barely out of college, with the weak skinny body of someone who'd never touched a dumbbell in his life. Probably a queer, Frank guessed.
"What are you selling?" Frank growled. He didn't have time for this.
"Not selling anything, sir! I'm Liam with Twink Co, and we're soft launching our new body wash and offering free samples to gym members." The man handed Frank a bright pink bottle with the words "Twink Wash" emblazoned across it.
Frank shrugged. Looked a bit feminine for his tastes, but he wasn't one to turn down anything for free. "Thanks, kid," Frank grunted, heading towards the showers with the bottle in his hand.
After a quick rinse under the showerhead, Frank squeezed the bright pink lotion from the bottle into his hands. The scent was the sweet smell of cotton candy and bubblegum, a far cry from his usual sandalwood and cedar body wash. He rubbed the soap onto his beefy muscular pecs, a pink mist enveloping him as he lathered up. He actually didn't mind the smell, and the lotion felt great on his skin. He was starting to get aroused - he was sporting a stiffy, which would normally mortify Frank in a public place.
The soap began to sparkle, working its magic. Frank grew shorter, losing nearly a foot of his height in a matter of seconds. His thick veiny arms deflated, morphing into two skinny twigs. The dark brown hairs covering Frank's body vanished, leaving him hairless from the neck down. His thick, chiseled torso narrowed, his broad shoulders slimming while his defined abs flattened into a tight smooth tummy.
Frank realized he was losing the muscles he'd worked so hard for, but he felt too good to care. His body continued to grow leaner, his bulky calves and thighs transforming into dainty, delicate legs. Even Frank's manhood was not immune from the magic, his raging hardon shrinking down to a fraction of its former glory.
Frank's thick bushy beard thinned into stubble before retracting back into his chin altogether, leaving him cleanshaven. His dark brown hair lightened to a bright pink as his gruff, hardened features softened. Frank grew much younger, regressing from a man in his midforties back to his early twenties.
The gymbro that had been Frank was gone; in his place was a cute young twink named Freddy. Freddy finished up his shower before heading back out to the lockers.
"So, how was it?" Liam asked with a grin.
"So good, babe! I feel like a totally new man!" Freddy giggled in excitement. Freddy couldn't help but ogle Liam; as Frank, Liam had seemed weak and soft, but Freddy thought Liam was hot as hell.
"I'm so glad you're a satisfied customer," Liam smirked.
Freddy leaned in close to Liam, caught up in his lust. He wrapped his hands around the other man, pulling him in closer. "Maybe I can show my satisfaction to you somehow?" Freddy offered, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
A man scoffed behind them. Liam and Freddy turned to see a jock standing at one of the nearby lockers, looking at their public display of affection with disgust.
Freddy and Liam grinned - the jock was hot, but he'd be even hotter as a twink.
"Excuse me, sir," Freddy said to the jock, approaching with the bottle of Twink Wash, "Would you be interested in trying our new product?"
Jackson's Jersey
Jackson Whittemore was the team's star player. When he transferred to a different campus right before playoffs, the Beacon Hills Cyclones thought they were doomed. Fortunately, Jackson had left his jersey behind. Scott McCall convinced Stiles Stilinksi, the team's glorified bench warmer, to put Jackson's jersey on.
A magical glow enveloped Stiles, his shoulders broadening while his lean arms thickened with muscle. Stiles looked down at his body in awe as he transformed into Jackson.
Scott and Jackson grinned at eachother. The two co-captains high fived, ready to lead their team to victory.
Twink Beach
For @kaykerivera
A skinny guy goes for a swim at muscle beach or bear beach and comes out a huge muscle hunk
Muscle Beach
Bear Beach
Are you swimming at Muscle Beach or Bear Beach?
Muscle Beach
Bear Beach
Join the Frat, Bro!
The Magic Singlet
Loosely inspired by the incredible story "The Brock Twins" by @masterwolftfs
Anarchy or Authority?
Spreading Rebellion
Enforcing Authority
Anarchy or Authority?
Anarchy
Authority
Twinkification in the Park
The jogger I saw in the park was super hot, but totally rude! So I gave him an attitude adjustment and now we're besties.
A Change in Perspective
I had to show the old grumpy guy at the bar how fun it is to be a young gay twink!
Haunted House