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Brainwashing Heroes.

Hey guys I know I do a lot of mind control and Brainwashing stories but as of right now I been obsessing over this game creator who been doing a amazing job on these mind control games from geeks Brainwashing the top heroe into mindless masterbation geek like themselves. And right now he's close to finish up the first chapter of Brainwashing Heroes. The prologue is free as of right now. I would really like if you guys try out this game and support him on patreon. Here's the link for the free prologue and the link to his patreon to support him.

For the free prologue

https://satyroom.itch.io/brainwashedsuperheroes

For his patreon

https://patreon.com/Satyroom?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_fan&utm_content=join_link

[odins-playthings]

doomed to domestic bliss

[hairy-bothered]

They only went into the costume shop because Connor had forgotten Father’s Day…again.

“Gift card?” Mason suggested, pushing through the door beneath a hanging rubber bat and a faded plastic skeleton.

Connor, blond, lean, and smug beneath the little mustache he’d grown mostly to annoy his dad, rolled his eyes. “For my father? He’d use it to buy socks and then tell me I ruined the surprise.”

Mason laughed. He was dark-haired, sharp-jawed, with a few days of stubble and the relaxed confidence of someone whose dad had never met a grill he didn’t try to dominate. “Then get him something stupid. Something he’ll actually wear once and pretend to hate.”

They found the aprons in a back corner beneath a sign that read DAD CLASSICS — HALF OFF. One was bright red and said KING OF THE GRILL in peeling yellow letters. The other was denim-blue with fake grease stains printed across the front and ASK ME ABOUT MY MARINADE stitched over the chest.

Connor held the red one against himself and made his voice deeper. “Boys, the secret is propane and emotional distance.”

Mason snorted and grabbed the blue apron. “No, no, you need to stand wider. Dads always stand like they’re guarding a cooler.”

There were changing rooms beside the novelty costumes. Neither of them knew why grill aprons needed changing rooms, but that made it funnier.

“Hey!” Connor said. “Take off your shirt and go try it on for the full effect. We can snap a couple selfies and use them as a prank later.”

“Gotcha, man! Good idea.”

They ducked behind the curtains, still joking through the thin partition as they tied the aprons around themselves.

The two young men stepped out to admire their aprons and take a sarcastic selfie.

After returning to their dressing rooms Connor fumbled for the knot on the back of the apron but before he could undo it he felt the knot tighten at his waist. Then his stomach lurched.

At first he thought the room had tilted. His knees cracked, his shoulders thickened, and a heavy warmth spread across his chest. Pale hair burst beneath the apron straps, crawling over his sternum and shoulders in dense, uneven patches. His blond hair thinned, then retreated, pulling back from his forehead until only a sparse ring remained around a mostly bald crown. His neat little mustache swelled outward, darkening, bristling, curling at the ends into a proud, ridiculous handlebar that dominated his face.

“Uh,” Connor said, but his voice came out deeper. Rougher. Familiar. “Are you feeling ok over there, Mason?!”

On the other side of the partition, Mason made a startled choking sound. “Not really, dude!”

His own body had softened almost instantly. His flat stomach pushed forward into a round, heavy belly that pressed against the apron. His arms grew thicker but less defined, covered in dark hair. His stubble lengthened down his cheeks and jaw, spreading into a thick beard that tumbled over his mouth until his lips nearly vanished behind it. His dark hair receded at the temples but stayed thick enough to look neglected rather than stylish. When he stumbled out of the changing room, he looked like a man who had spent twenty years saying he was “getting back to the gym soon.”

Connor stepped out at the same time, one hand on his bald head, the other gripping the edge of his huge mustache.

For a moment, they stared at each other.

“Mason?” Connor whispered.

“Connor?” Mason’s voice rumbled through the beard, muffled and older. “Why do you look like your dad?! You’re bald dude! You even have his mustache!”

“What about you, bro! Did you gain 100 lbs in there? And that beard!! You look just like your dad!”

They remembered everything. The shop. Father’s Day. The joke. Their real faces. Their real ages. The horrifying fact that Connor now looked exactly like his father, right down to the slightly squinting expression he wore whenever he tried not to admit he was confused. Mason looked like his own dad after Thanksgiving dinner: soft, bearded, hairy, comfortable in a way that felt impossible to fight.

“We have to take the apron’s off!” Mason said.

But neither of them moved.

Connor looked down at the red apron stretched across his broader, hairier torso. His hand settled on his belly, then rose to smooth the curled end of his handlebar mustache. The panic in his eyes weakened, replaced by irritation. Not fear. Just the vague annoyance of a man who had forgotten what errand he was running.

“Why were we here again?” he asked.

Mason frowned beneath the beard. “Grill stuff, I think.”

“Right.” Connor nodded slowly. “Need charcoal.”

“Already got charcoal.”

“Then steaks?”

Mason considered this, his memories sliding away like receipts tossed into a junk drawer. College apartments, group chats, late-night burgers, the urgent knowledge that he had once been someone else—all of it blurred and thinned until it seemed less like memory than a strange dream he had no reason to mention.

He patted his apron. “Could use a new spatula.”

Connor grunted approvingly. “Good spatula’s important. Better put our clothes back on and buy these new aprons. They are hilarious!”

A bored clerk watched the two middle-aged men leave the dressing rooms and approach his counter - still wearing the novelty aprons.

One was mostly bald with a grand handlebar mustache and a satisfied dad squint. The other was pudgy, dark-haired, and buried behind a long beard that swallowed his mouth. They paid in cash, argued amiably about whether lighter fluid was cheating, and walked out into the afternoon sun without once remembering they had come in as sons.

Across town, two older men woke up from accidental naps they had not meant to take.

Connor’s father jolted upright on a couch, suddenly blond, smooth-skinned, and twenty-two, his hand flying to a mustache that was far too small.

Mason’s father staggered back from a bathroom mirror, dark-haired and lean again, rubbing at the stubble on a jaw that had not been that sharp in decades.

For several seconds, both men stared at themselves in separate mirrors, stunned by the impossible youth looking back.

Then Connor’s father blinked and whispered, “oh shit, Father’s Day is coming up soon and I didn’t buy my old man anything yet!”

And Mason’s father, across town, touched his flat stomach with dawning horror - quickly fading into submission as he forgot his old life and responsibilities. His phone buzzed on the sink nearby. A text from Connor’s dad’s phone.

Dude! I need to buy my Dad a Father’s Day gift. Wanna join me?!

[anothertfhere]

Okay I really did enjoy this story I would have loved it if the sons now father talked to their dad son now confusing them then telling them to act properly and stop misbehaving and that when the father now sons were like yes dad. But great story though! 😊

[anothertfhere]

The Inevitable

One thing that has always made people worry about the future is the fact that many will turn itno thier own father regardless of what they do spend the most money make the most money or even work out to stay the most fitted or the most coolest and these three young lads will soon learn that that would feell thier dads stomach whcih thye always regard as the wierdeest thing thier dads have done. While posing in thier dad's cafe they found it weird that thier dad was gone for quite some time till they started to notice that everyone had alreaedy left for some off reason.

Karim sat frozen in the café chair, his hand hovering over his stomach as if it belonged to someone else. The black tracksuit across his chest shimmered and crawled with gold thread, the fabric thickening into a heavy embroidered robe that clung to his skin like a lover’s hands. His sandals creaked against the tile as one strap twisted into velvet and gold, the soft pressure making his toes curl.

“No,” he whispered, eyes wide, but his palm was already sliding lower, pressing into the sudden swell of his belly. The warmth there was intoxicating—soft, heavy, and pulsing with heat. “No, no, no… why does it feel so fucking good?”

Beside him, Nabil grabbed at the green jacket on his chest. The zipper vanished under a spill of cream silk, and a broad golden sash tightened around his growing waist. His stomach pushed outward under his palm, round and heavy, and he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing slow, greedy circles over it. Each stroke made the flesh thicken, warmer, more sensitive, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to his cock.

“Karim,” Nabil groaned, voice cracking with lust, “my belly is moving before I move… and fuck, rubbing it is making it grow bigger. I can’t stop.”

Samir stared down at his lap in horror—and sudden, shameful hunger—as his maroon tracksuit sleeves bloomed into rich burgundy fabric trimmed with ornate gold patterns. His fingers trembled, then instinctively found the swelling curve of his stomach. The moment he rubbed it, heat flooded his groin. Rings appeared on his fingers one by one, heavy and warm, while a thick bulge strained against the changing fabric between his thighs.

“I had one ring,” Samir panted, hand sliding lower to palm the growing hardness in his crotch. “One. Why do I have uncle hands now… and why is my dick getting so thick?”

Karim tried to stand, but the chair groaned beneath his heavier, softer body. His face tingled as his jaw rounded and his cheeks filled out, but the real fire was lower. He rubbed his belly harder, feeling it push forward into his palm, plush and sensitive, while his other hand drifted shamelessly to the thickening ridge in his lap. The more he stroked, the more the transformation surged—his cock lengthening, fattening, pressing obscenely against the ornate fabric as it became a flowing robe heavy with gold thread.

“Do you see my slippers?” he moaned, eyes half-lidded. “They’re not even normal anymore… they look expensive as hell… and every time I rub my gut it feels like I’m stroking my cock at the same time.”

Nabil lifted one foot, but his hand never left his belly. One slide was still there, but the other had become a golden embroidered shoe with a curled, polished edge. He squeezed the heavy mound of his stomach, then slipped his fingers under the sash to rub the sensitive skin directly. His cock throbbed visibly now, tenting the cream silk.

“My feet are choosing retirement,” Nabil gasped, hips twitching as he ground his palm against his crotch. “I can feel it… I can feel myself wanting to complain about prices… but mostly I just want to keep rubbing until I cum in these fancy fucking robes.”

Samir pressed both hands against his swelling stomach, then slid one lower to stroke the thick, heavy outline of his cock through the burgundy fabric. His expression twisted between fear and raw, filthy pleasure.

“Why am I smiling inside?” he breathed, voice husky. “I’m scared, but some part of me wants to say, ‘Come, sit, eat more… and let me watch your belly grow while I stroke this fat dad dick.’”

Karim’s eyes went huge, but he was already rubbing faster—belly in one hand, cock in the other—each stroke feeding the change. The gold embroidery spread wildly now, his black outfit dissolving into a luxurious robe that framed his new, plush middle perfectly. His stomach surged outward, round and proud, the skin hypersensitive under his fingers. His cock thickened even more, leaking into the expensive fabric, the head flaring as it became heavier, more mature, more commanding.

“That’s how it starts,” he groaned, voice deepening into something warmer, richer, dripping with authority and lust. “First the robe… then the belly… then you start calling everyone ‘my son’ while you jerk your fat cock…”

Nabil gripped the chair arms with one hand while the other pumped slowly over the massive bulge in his cream thobe and pale embroidered overcoat. His belly rested heavily on his thighs now, and every rub made it swell fuller, softer, more erotic.

“My tracksuit,” he whimpered, then moaned as a fresh wave of gold thread raced across his chest. “My tracksuit is gone… and my dick is so hard it hurts in the best way.”

Samir stared at the gold watch on his wrist, then back down at the obscene tent in his burgundy robe. He rubbed his belly in long, sensual strokes, then squeezed the thick shaft beneath it, feeling it pulse and grow even heavier.

“I know this watch,” he murmured, voice thick with arousal. “I don’t own it, but somehow I know exactly where I bought it… right after I fucked my way into this body.”

Karim swallowed hard, both hands working now—one kneading the heavy, sensitive dome of his stomach, the other stroking his cock through the rich fabric in slow, filthy pumps. His mind was flooding with new thoughts, warm and paternal and dripping with lust.

“Brothers,” he said, voice now a deep, velvety rumble, “something is happening to my mind… and my cock. Every rub makes it worse… better.”

Nabil looked at him in pure, horny terror, his own hands never stopping.

“What?”

Karim blinked, horrified and aching with need. “I just thought this café needs better tea… and that I should bend you both over the table and let you feel how heavy my belly is while I fuck you senseless.”

Samir’s mouth fell open, but he was grinning now, rubbing his crotch faster, the ornate belt around his waist creaking as his belly pushed proudly outward.

“I just thought the young people have no respect anymore… and that I want to make them call me Daddy while I stroke this fat, rich cock.”

Nabil shook his head desperately, but his hips were bucking into his own hand, the transformation racing faster the harder they rubbed.

“Stop talking—do not say dad things—fuck, don’t stop rubbing either…”

Karim’s shoulders slumped as the last of the tracksuit vanished under black and gold fabric. His stomach pushed fully into his palm, plush and warm and impossibly erotic. He felt wealthy, full, important—and so fucking horny it hurt. His cock was a thick, heavy rod now, the head slick and throbbing against the silk lining of his robe.

“I am becoming comfortable,” he moaned, voice thick with pleasure. “That is the worst—and best—part.”

Samir touched his own round, heavy stomach, trembling with lust as he pumped his fist along the massive bulge.

“It is like my body wants to lean back and laugh… while I cum all over these expensive robes.”

Nabil looked down at the ornate belt around his waist, the heavy rings on his fingers, the rich slippers on his feet, and the way his belly and cock strained so obscenely together. He rubbed them both in tandem now, lost in it.

Karim gave a frightened, helpless, utterly aroused smile as the transformation settled over them, thicker and more luxurious with every rub of belly and cock.

Samir’s face flushed with pleasure, his hand never slowing.

“Now we are the dads… and we’re never going to stop rubbing.”

As they couldn't stop cressing their bodies feeling their old and overweight selves.

Trying out age and weight tf but just had weight tf

[anothertfhere]

The Inevitable

One thing that has always made people worry about the future is the fact that many will turn itno thier own father regardless of what they do spend the most money make the most money or even work out to stay the most fitted or the most coolest and these three young lads will soon learn that that would feell thier dads stomach whcih thye always regard as the wierdeest thing thier dads have done. While posing in thier dad's cafe they found it weird that thier dad was gone for quite some time till they startedto notice that everyone had alreaedy left for some off reason.

Karim sat frozen in the café chair, his hand hovering over his stomach as if it belonged to someone else. The black tracksuit across his chest shimmered and crawled with gold thread, the fabric thickening into a heavy embroidered robe that clung to his skin like a lover’s hands. His sandals creaked against the tile as one strap twisted into velvet and gold, the soft pressure making his toes curl.

“No,” he whispered, eyes wide, but his palm was already sliding lower, pressing into the sudden swell of his belly. The warmth there was intoxicating—soft, heavy, and pulsing with heat. “No, no, no… why does it feel so fucking good?”

Beside him, Nabil grabbed at the green jacket on his chest. The zipper vanished under a spill of cream silk, and a broad golden sash tightened around his growing waist. His stomach pushed outward under his palm, round and heavy, and he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing slow, greedy circles over it. Each stroke made the flesh thicken, warmer, more sensitive, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to his cock.

“Karim,” Nabil groaned, voice cracking with lust, “my belly is moving before I move… and fuck, rubbing it is making it grow bigger. I can’t stop.”

Samir stared down at his lap in horror—and sudden, shameful hunger—as his maroon tracksuit sleeves bloomed into rich burgundy fabric trimmed with ornate gold patterns. His fingers trembled, then instinctively found the swelling curve of his stomach. The moment he rubbed it, heat flooded his groin. Rings appeared on his fingers one by one, heavy and warm, while a thick bulge strained against the changing fabric between his thighs.

“I had one ring,” Samir panted, hand sliding lower to palm the growing hardness in his crotch. “One. Why do I have uncle hands now… and why is my dick getting so thick?”

Karim tried to stand, but the chair groaned beneath his heavier, softer body. His face tingled as his jaw rounded and his cheeks filled out, but the real fire was lower. He rubbed his belly harder, feeling it push forward into his palm, plush and sensitive, while his other hand drifted shamelessly to the thickening ridge in his lap. The more he stroked, the more the transformation surged—his cock lengthening, fattening, pressing obscenely against the ornate fabric as it became a flowing robe heavy with gold thread.

“Do you see my slippers?” he moaned, eyes half-lidded. “They’re not even normal anymore… they look expensive as hell… and every time I rub my gut it feels like I’m stroking my cock at the same time.”

Nabil lifted one foot, but his hand never left his belly. One slide was still there, but the other had become a golden embroidered shoe with a curled, polished edge. He squeezed the heavy mound of his stomach, then slipped his fingers under the sash to rub the sensitive skin directly. His cock throbbed visibly now, tenting the cream silk.

“My feet are choosing retirement,” Nabil gasped, hips twitching as he ground his palm against his crotch. “I can feel it… I can feel myself wanting to complain about prices… but mostly I just want to keep rubbing until I cum in these fancy fucking robes.”

Samir pressed both hands against his swelling stomach, then slid one lower to stroke the thick, heavy outline of his cock through the burgundy fabric. His expression twisted between fear and raw, filthy pleasure.

“Why am I smiling inside?” he breathed, voice husky. “I’m scared, but some part of me wants to say, ‘Come, sit, eat more… and let me watch your belly grow while I stroke this fat dad dick.’”

Karim’s eyes went huge, but he was already rubbing faster—belly in one hand, cock in the other—each stroke feeding the change. The gold embroidery spread wildly now, his black outfit dissolving into a luxurious robe that framed his new, plush middle perfectly. His stomach surged outward, round and proud, the skin hypersensitive under his fingers. His cock thickened even more, leaking into the expensive fabric, the head flaring as it became heavier, more mature, more commanding.

“That’s how it starts,” he groaned, voice deepening into something warmer, richer, dripping with authority and lust. “First the robe… then the belly… then you start calling everyone ‘my son’ while you jerk your fat cock…”

Nabil gripped the chair arms with one hand while the other pumped slowly over the massive bulge in his cream thobe and pale embroidered overcoat. His belly rested heavily on his thighs now, and every rub made it swell fuller, softer, more erotic.

“My tracksuit,” he whimpered, then moaned as a fresh wave of gold thread raced across his chest. “My tracksuit is gone… and my dick is so hard it hurts in the best way.”

Samir stared at the gold watch on his wrist, then back down at the obscene tent in his burgundy robe. He rubbed his belly in long, sensual strokes, then squeezed the thick shaft beneath it, feeling it pulse and grow even heavier.

“I know this watch,” he murmured, voice thick with arousal. “I don’t own it, but somehow I know exactly where I bought it… right after I fucked my way into this body.”

Karim swallowed hard, both hands working now—one kneading the heavy, sensitive dome of his stomach, the other stroking his cock through the rich fabric in slow, filthy pumps. His mind was flooding with new thoughts, warm and paternal and dripping with lust.

“Brothers,” he said, voice now a deep, velvety rumble, “something is happening to my mind… and my cock. Every rub makes it worse… better.”

Nabil looked at him in pure, horny terror, his own hands never stopping.

“What?”

Karim blinked, horrified and aching with need. “I just thought this café needs better tea… and that I should bend you both over the table and let you feel how heavy my belly is while I fuck you senseless.”

Samir’s mouth fell open, but he was grinning now, rubbing his crotch faster, the ornate belt around his waist creaking as his belly pushed proudly outward.

“I just thought the young people have no respect anymore… and that I want to make them call me Daddy while I stroke this fat, rich cock.”

Nabil shook his head desperately, but his hips were bucking into his own hand, the transformation racing faster the harder they rubbed.

“Stop talking—do not say dad things—fuck, don’t stop rubbing either…”

Karim’s shoulders slumped as the last of the tracksuit vanished under black and gold fabric. His stomach pushed fully into his palm, plush and warm and impossibly erotic. He felt wealthy, full, important—and so fucking horny it hurt. His cock was a thick, heavy rod now, the head slick and throbbing against the silk lining of his robe.

“I am becoming comfortable,” he moaned, voice thick with pleasure. “That is the worst—and best—part.”

Samir touched his own round, heavy stomach, trembling with lust as he pumped his fist along the massive bulge.

“It is like my body wants to lean back and laugh… while I cum all over these expensive robes.”

Nabil looked down at the ornate belt around his waist, the heavy rings on his fingers, the rich slippers on his feet, and the way his belly and cock strained so obscenely together. He rubbed them both in tandem now, lost in it.

Karim gave a frightened, helpless, utterly aroused smile as the transformation settled over them, thicker and more luxurious with every rub of belly and cock.

Samir’s face flushed with pleasure, his hand never slowing.

“Now we are the dads… and we’re never going to stop rubbing.”

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Indian Man Tf

Max walked into the shop feeling very confident knowing he was about to get a promotion. He had only been working in a shop for a few months when his boss passed away, Max made sure to change the will at work so he would be able to take ownership of the shop.

“how did you do it?” barked Gerald who was obviously in line for the promition working in the shop for 30 years “I don’t know what you’re talking about man” chuckled max “right well it just so happens you now somehow own the shop” glaring at max not believing him “is there a problem?” he asked sarcastically “you never bother showing up to youre shifts half the time you’re suppose to be working” he snapped “you should of been fired along time ago” Max couldn’t help but laugh “awww well id say you should get back to work right away or… You won’t have to worry about me anymore” Max knowing there was nothing he or anyone could do about it, “I quit! but don’t you worry you’ll get everything that’s coming you’re way pal” storming off.

The next day waking up he looked to see his clothes were all gone *that’s wierd?* he thought yawning seeing his old bosses clothes on the ground. He put them knowing he had to get in early. They were old worn out clothes that smelt like Curry. As he put them on and got ready for work his skin started turning brown and he developed a bad smell.

As he got into the shop his face was also changing, he started to look like a normal Indian guy and stuble started to appear. He become hairier and his hair turned black and his clothes become tighter throughout the day as his belly inflated and he looked more chubby.

When he came home he jumped seeing what he had become, “what.. The fuck?!!!” shaking his belly looking at his new face “why do I look like a middle aged Indian” noticing that his voice also sounded like an Indian guy “why does my voice sound wierd? ”. Maybe it was because he owned the shop?…Yeah he had just got his promotion from working in the shop since he was 20 all his hard work paid off. He loved the shop and always put it over anything.. Including his health that’s why he has become so fat. All his memeried faded away and he remembered that his name was Omar.

[khantransformations]

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Alola Speedo TF

Elio, a 22-year-old trainer, was walking along the sunny beach in Alola, dressed in his usual blue-and-white striped t-shirt, dark shorts, and his favorite black cap. The warm sand felt good under his feet as the ocean waves gently crashed nearby. Suddenly, something caught his eye — a white speedo with bright green trim lying half-buried in the sand.

“Oh? A swimsuit?” Elio said out loud, surprised. “What the… who left this here?” He looked around the beach, but there was no one in sight. The speedo looked strangely familiar, almost like something he had seen before in a dream. Curiosity got the better of him.

He bent down and picked it up.

The moment his fingers touched the fabric, the speedo vanished in a burst of glowing green energy that coursed through his entire body like molten fire.

“W-what the fuck?!” Elio gasped, trying to step back, but the heat was already spreading through his entire body.

He clenched his fists, fighting it.

“No… Stop! What is this energy? What’s happening?”

A powerful wave of pleasure hit him. His pectorals began to swell slowly, pushing hard against his t-shirt. He could feel the muscle fibers thickening, growing denser and rounder with every heartbeat. His nipples hardened instantly, rubbing against the fabric and forcing a low moan from his throat.

“Uff… fuck… my muscles… they’re growing… it feels so damn good…”

His black cap started changing. Rainbow colors spread across the visor and sides, while the “C” logo transformed into a bright yellow sun surrounded by a vibrant rainbow. At the same time, his hair grew longer and wavier.

His shoulders widened with a pleasurable crack, ripping the sleeves of his shirt apart. Biceps and triceps exploded in size, thick veins bulging under his rapidly tanning skin. His arms became massive, powerful, and insanely arousing.

“Shit… my arms are getting so big…!” he groaned, involuntarily flexing one. The rush of pleasure made his knees weak.

The energy moved down to his core. One by one, his abs carved themselves deep and hard, forming a perfect, sensual six-pack that flowed into a sharp V-line. His shorts started stretching dangerously tight.

Then came the most intense part. His cock, already half-hard from the overwhelming pleasure, began to grow. It thickened and lengthened rapidly, pulsing hard inside his shorts until the fabric tore open with a loud rip. His new massive dick sprang free — thicker, longer, veiny, and rock-hard, dripping precum under the bright sun.

“Ahh… my cock… it’s growing so much… it’s so thick and heavy…!” Elio moaned, one hand instinctively wrapping around the huge shaft. The sensitivity made him shudder with ecstasy.

His ass was next. His glutes swelled dramatically, becoming round, firm, and juicy, pushing backward with every throb. The cheeks grew fuller and more erotic, stretching and tearing what remained of his shorts.

In that same moment, the white-and-green speedo reappeared, magically wrapping tightly around his new enormous bulge. The fabric sank deep between his massive ass cheeks, perfectly outlining every inch of his thick cock and heavy balls.

His mind was starting to cloud.

“No… this isn’t me… I shouldn’t… mmm… but this body feels incredible…”

Waves of a new personality flooded in gradually. His usual shyness melted away, replaced by growing cocky confidence and playful dominance. A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he ran his hands over his swollen pecs, pinching his sensitive nipples.

“Fuck… look at this… these huge muscles… this fat cock… this big, round ass…” he muttered, his voice becoming deeper, rougher, and more seductive.

Memories and desires shifted. He started thinking about teaching pokemon battles on the beach, surfing massive waves, and shamelessly seducing anyone who looked at him. His old identity as Elio was slowly merging into a hyper-muscular, extremely horny version of Professor Kukui.

He leaned back against a palm tree, arching his back and thrusting his huge ass out. He rolled his hips, grinding his massive erection against the tight speedo while moaning without shame.

“Yeah… this is what I am now… a beach god with a body built to drive everyone wild… ready to teach, to fuck, and to enjoy every second of it…”

A colorful flower lei appeared around his neck. The new Kukui flexed both arms with a deep, satisfied growl. His oiled muscles gleamed under the tropical sun, his speedo barely containing the throbbing monster inside.

The shy young trainer who had arrived in Alola was almost completely gone.

Only the new, muscular, dominant, and incredibly horny Professor Kukui remained — striding confidently down the beach with a seductive smile, ready to enjoy his new life to the fullest.

[anothertfhere]

Just trying to not burn out fast cause this happened over a year ago then I literally just disappeared and didn't even touch my computer for over 8 months.

[anothertfhere]

No story today but here are some sequences if anyone wants to use and write their own story. Sorry not the best when it comes to masculine tf stories. 😕 Still had fun though!

[md7tf]

The Scent of a Real Man

Hayden was working on his thesis in the university’s library when his focus was shattered by a commotion in the stacks. Everyone watched as the librarian, Mr. Holdwell, stormed toward the disruption. He began to shout, "What are you two doing—" before his voice cut off abruptly. A brief scuffle followed, then a deep euphoric moan and Mr. Holdwell’s voice… “Yessss!”

A minute later, three shirtless jocks emerged from the aisle. Oddly, one looked like a young, athletic version of Mr. Holdwell—but still wearing the librarian’s slacks and shoes. All three wore predatory grins. Before anyone could react, they lunged for the nearby students.

The librarian-jock seized a young man and growled something about the "smell of a real man,” before burying the student's face deep into his sweat-drenched armpit. The man only struggled for a moment before beginning to take deep breaths. Soon he was eagerly inhaling the jock's musky scent.

Suddenly, the student shoved himself away and stumbled into the center of the room. Hayden watched with a mix of horror and fascination as the man’s frame began to swell. With a roar of ecstasy, the man ripped open his shirt, revealing the bulging, sweat-slicked physique of an athletic jock. 

…and then all hell broke loose.

The jocks, including the young man who had just transformed, swarmed the room and began forcing men to inhale their sharp, salty funk. Every man who inhaled the intoxicating scent began transforming and then joining the pack to claim the next victim. It wasn’t long before the library looked more like a locker room, filled with flexing bodies and the growing scent of man-sweat. 

Hayden grabbed his bag and bolted for the exit in a panic.

He had almost reached the doors when powerful arms grabbed him from behind, pinning him firmly. He looked on in terror as one of the jocks approached, smiling smugly while flexing his massive biceps.

“Aww bro, you can’t leave yet,” he chuckled. “And don’t look so worried. We’re gonna make everything better. All you gotta do is take in the smell of a real man. It’s so good, bro.”

The jock stepped in close, looming over Hayden as he hiked his arm up, placing his sweaty armpit directly in front of Hayden’s face. The unwashed funk hit Hayden like a physical blow. He tried to recoil, but the strong arms holding him forced his nose deep into the sour musk of the jock's pit.

And then he… he tried to… he… his thoughts trailed off as he inhaled. It was good, so good.

The thick scent flooded Hayden's senses, washing over him like a wave. This wasn't a stench to avoid; it was the natural, heavy scent of masculinity. A scent to just sink into. It was... him. A cocky smile began to spread across his face as all thoughts of his research and thesis faded away.

And then he began to change…

His body felt like it was on fire as his soft features began to sharpen into something more youthful and rugged. He was so warm—why was he wearing all these stuffy clothes? He needed to get out of them. 

The tangy scent of his own sweat triggered a surge of primal energy. His body thrummed, his muscles expanding and hardening into heavy slabs. He tore his shirt open, revealing rock-hard abs as he threw back his head in a moan of pure ecstasy.

Hayden flexed his sculpted biceps, his body now a temple of alpha manhood. He was no longer a soft bookworm; his mind was now filled with thoughts of working out, sex, sports, and more sex—a jock through and through. He was the ideal of what a man should be—what every man needed to be… what he would help them become. 

Hayden let out a primal roar.

The library doors burst open as a horde of massive, shirtless jocks poured out onto the campus. Every one of them possessed a perfect physique and a single, driving thought: Every man on campus needed to be this way. A real man. And they were going to ensure they were.

[anothertfhere]

More family resemblance

My big brother is this super rich arrogant business man who can solve most problems in a business room heck mom gushes about him to every family event. Just last week he literally got praised cause he brought home some blond bimbo bitch! She didn't even hid the fact she was after his money. She was on the phone in the living room saying how Jackson was going to buy her a condo for their 2 month anniversary! Who does that! She has these big fake implants too so fake I hate them. They should come with a warning sign 🛑.

Moms still make fun of me and my love for games and books. I may be smart but she tells me how much of a failure I am heck I'm only 21 but for the longest time Jackson he's only 30 yet he acts like some retired 50 year old man. Sometimes I wish he was still that goofy 21 year old big brother the one who played Pokemon cards with and showing me cheat codes for GTA. Heck I miss dad before the divorce he always told us that don't make the world make us. We should choose who we are. "I miss my big brother" I said as I fell asleep as I could hear my brother showing her off like a trophy.

In the morning I went downstairs to find no one which was no big surprise but what shocked me was dad in the kitchen cooking!? Normally it's mom in her power suit but dad!? "Dad what are you doing here!? I thought Mom gave you a restraining order after mom found out you were cheating with her with that twink next door!" I said gasping from shock.

"Boy what you on about you know dam well that your mother moved after you and Jackson came out as gay. Heck even after she found out I was that she nearly died on the spot! Hahaha!" Carl said laughing his tail lights off.

Yay sorry dad I don't know why I thought Mom was still around hehee. " I thought for a second my dad was some weird office employee. I mean dad always worked in construction right? Oww my head hurts but hopefully Jackson will be back from the office. While talking to dad he mentioned how Jackson got himself a nice ass for himself. I didn't think about all the girls he landed instead I thought about big guys with muscles and shorts that could hold or hid those snakes. I started to drooling of course my big brother could get a nice jock after all they do love a good nerd?..... Nerd? Yay a nerd.

Before After

I was thinking about the picture from last night but now remembering that Jackson had left it in the countertop and looking at it I saw the new jock he was dating and wow he's so handsome! I wish I could get a man like him.

That's when I heard the door opened and saw Jackson coming in with pokemon cards! "Oh my god Jackson you know how dads feel about you spending your money on things you don't need! I mean you barely get by with the IT job!" I was clearly upset and excited.

"Come little brother it was the prismatic evolution pak and plus I just got a raise so now it's 3 more dollars and plus my boyfriend David bought it for me he owns a golf course well part of one and so he loaded! Plus he well heheh really enjoyed me accompany him to his meetings especially when he gets stressed I mean I do enjoy his big muscle. Oh is dad going to work later cause I got him his XXL condoms he asked for before coming back. "Jackson said nonchalantly as if this was normal here. I just smiled saying "yes but also you owe me a match in super smash Bros from last week when you flaked on me."

For some reason I think Jackson was taller but must be my imagination. He told me that he's going to show how to be a week and submissive guy so I can get a strong man to take care of me. That what dads wants for me too. I love how much they care for me. I thought for a second that no it's crazy that Jackson was in some big office but he worked from home.

[anothertfhere]

Arrogant? Or just needy?

Sometimes I swear I walk past come men trying to hit up girls left and right trying to get into what straight men call the jackpots. Referring to the pussy of women but I just see men who just want love like this rough and tough man always looking around like he wants pray or something feral. But they look like they just need some good o love. With a couple of snaps and boom now he's looking more moldable.

First of all men should always show that gorgeous set of hair and I know some guys love the sporty look cause they just whip out that think slong. If you know what I mean hehehe. Most men who crave attention need to be more clean and more comfortable and especially clean for picking I feel like a little bit of a nerdy look goes a long way. Also fix that mop on the head of you sir!

Aww nows that a different now look it there a strong man just found him aww they are created a top and bottom duo perfect! Adorable now just one snap he should be the appropriate size now.

Aww now you know that man will take care of him especially in bed! 😄

[brandedx2]

Tables turned.

[bigification]

It's Too Late

It had been one year since Danny started working for his dad's construction company. It wasn't ideal, but he needed a job after he graduated and this was a temporary solution until he could get a job in business.

Danny opened the door of his truck, instantly feeling the chill in the air. Spring had been awfully cold, it seemed to be getting everyone sick, even his father had called in sick this morning. He grabbed his jacket and threw it on before putting on his hard hat.

"Hey bud *cough* how ya doin?" His foreman, Mike, asked Danny as he walked into the site.

"I'm good, you?"

"I'm alright, *cough* I think I caught something." He said between fits of coughing.

"Maybe you wouldn't be sick if you ever wore a jacket." Danny joked as he tugged on his foreman's thin T-shirt.

"What are you, my dad?" Mike chuckled.

The morning was a bit boring, but the work went by fast. They were nearly done excavating for an extension to a fancy looking laboratory. Danny overheard Mike talking about it being some well funded government deal, but it was too boring to bother paying attention to it.

It was only a couple hours into his shift when Danny felt a tingle in the back of his throat. It started small, something that would go away when he cleared his throat, but it quickly worsened. He tried holding in the coughs, but it didn't work. His face grew more and more red before he burst out into a cough.

"You okay, bud?" Mike asked.

Danny didn't speak, he couldn't speak. He flashed a thumbs up, but he wasn't okay. He suddenly felt burning hot and his skin became irritated. Clearly flustered, he stumbled towards his truck and closed himself inside it.

The coughing started to slow down just enough for him to catch his composure, but he still felt a burning heat welling in his stomach. He felt his shirt tighten around his midsection, and upon looking down, he noticed his stomach rising. He didn't even know how to react as his flat stomach swelled into a modest belly.

"What the fuck..."

Danny placed his hand on his stomach, feeling it sink into the soft fat that bulged out in front of him. He barely had time to react as the rest of his body also began to change. His strong pecs grew both with muscle and fat, pressing tightly against his shirt while not quite losing their shape. He could feel his arms fill out the sleeves of his shirt, constricting tightly around his thick biceps as his hands grew strong and meaty.

"Fuck yeah!" Danny laughed as he flexed his massive arms.

Similar to his arms, his legs started to thicken, filling out the space in his jeans. His ass grew wide and perky, straining his belt as his thighs threatened to burst through his pants. He even felt his feet curl up as they outgrew his boots.

Danny relaxed as the changes seemed to slow. Out of curiosity, he pulled down the sunshade to check himself in the mirror. It was hard to see his body in the tiny mirror, but he noticed something off about his face. His face had filled out, with a slight double chin peeking below his softer jawline, but it wouldn't be visible for long. Thick black hairs sprouted all over his clean shaven face, weaving into a bushy beard that covered his jawline. Even more shocking was when most of the hairs turned grey all the while his features began to age. Wrinkles formed around his eyes and on his forehead, and he could feel his hairline receding slightly.

He sat there, slack jawed as he stared at his bulky middle aged body in the mirror. But the shock didn't last long before his expression turned to satisfaction.

"Lookin' good, big guy." Danny said to himself in the mirror. He was shocked by how his deep voice boomed through the empty truck.

He made different expressions in the mirror and flexed his thick muscles, finding a deep attraction to his own dad bod. But his modeling session was cut short when someone swung the truck door open.

- Meanwhile -

Ring Ring!

Pete woke abruptly to his phone ringing. He slowly rolled out of his husband's arms and reached to grab his phone.

"What?" Pete answered, clearly annoyed.

"Well you're in a lovely mood." The voice on the other side mocked.

"This is my day off, why are you calling me this early."

"This is urgent. The alarm went off at one of our labs and none of the researchers are answering their phones. I need you to check and see if everything is fine." The man asked, seemingly stressed.

"Why me?" Pete argued, still groggy.

"The lab is right down the street from your house. I'm on my way now, but you can get there faster than I can. I just need you to make sure there isn't a leak. The research in that lab cannot get out!"

"Jeez, okay. I can be there in a couple minutes."

Pete hung up his phone and jumped out of bed. He threw on his uniform and gave his husband a kiss on the forehead.

"Bye John, I'll be back soon."

He quickly sneaks out of the room, throws on his boots, and heads out the door.

For a cold Spring morning, the sun was beading down really hard on Pete. He threw on some sunglasses and rolled up his sleeves as strolled down the sidewalk.

After a couple minutes of walking, he could already see the lab down the street. Luckily, it didn't look like there was anything wrong from where he was, no fire, no panic.

Once Pete got closer, he tried looking for something out of the ordinary, but the only thing that looked out of place was some construction going on outside the lab building. He walked into the site to see an older guy standing alone.

"Hello, sir." Pete caught the man's attention. "Are you the foreman?"

"Yes sir." The man reached out for a handshake. "Name's Mike."

"Mike... Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary around this building?" Pete asked.

"Ugh... No not really. Though I've had a pretty nasty cough since I got here, it seems to be hittin' my boys harder than me tho."

"And where would they be?" Pete questioned.

"One just went to take a piss and the other went over to his truck." Mike pointed to Danny's truck. "He's been in there a while now, I'm starting to get worried."

"I'll go talk to him." Pete said as he walked over to the truck.

He peeked through the window and saw an older man, around Mike's age. Pete knocked on the window, but couldn't seem to catch the man's attention, so he yanked the door open.

The man stumbled out of the truck, still coughing up a lung. Pete stepped back, trying not to get run over by the larger man. He tried to calm the man down, but he continued to cough right in Pete's face.

It wouldn't be long before Pete felt a tingle in the back of his throat. The sensation quickly grew into a violent cough, and with each cough, his chest rose. His pecs swelled until they ripped through his shirt, revealing a broad and hairy chest underneath. His arms thickened until his sleeves ripped in half while a thick pelt of hair grew over his arms, all the way down to his thick man hands.

"What is happening...to me?" Pete struggled to keep his balance.

He pants also tore in dramatic fashion as he stepped up onto a nearby picnic table, leaving him in nothing but a tight jockstrap and boots. His ass perked up and his thighs grew to the point that they rubbed together when he walked.

Unbeknownst to Pete, his face had also begun to change. His five o'clock shadow grew into a small beard while his nose grew and his eyes wrinkled.

"Pete!?" A familiar voice called out.

Pete looked up and smiled as he saw a familiar face.

"What's up boss?" He asks in a mature gruff voice.

"My god..." The man's eyes widened. "It's too late."

"What are ya talkin' about, bud." Pete asked as he approached his boss.

"It leaked. It can't be contained, it'll just keep spreading." The man spiraled.

"Relax, buddy. I'm sure it'll be fi-"

Pete paused mid sentence before coughing directly into his boss's face. It didn't take long for him to start growing out of his clothes, but Pete barely noticed, his mind seemed somewhere else.

"John!" He shouted before running back towards his house.

It became harder and harder to run as his body continued to grow. His stomach swelled with every breath, quickly becoming a solid beer gut. His shoulders broadened as a thick layer of fat grew over his pecs.

Meanwhile, his body continued to age. His growing beard started to go grey as his hairline receded all the way back, leaving a thin ring of hair left under his hat. His body hair became more dense as it too started to go grey.

The pressure on his aging knees grew as his height soared past 6 and half feet, making him slow down to a brisk jog. He could feel the growing fat in his body bounce with every step he took, and for some reason, it made him horny. His growing cock strained against his tiny jockstrap, begging for release, but he couldn't just yet.

He stumbled into his house, having to duck just to fit through the door. And just as he slammed the door behind him, his throbbing cock burst through the jockstrap, leaking with pre cum.

He ran upstairs and barged into his room, but John wasn't there. Panicked, he rummaged through his wardrobe for some clothes that would fit and found his father's old jeans. They're a bit short for him, but fit perfectly around his larger waist.

He walks back downstairs and sees his husband in the backyard, but something's off. Getting closer, Pete sees a much bulkier and hairier version of his husband barbecuing out back.

The sight of his handsome husband only made his cock leak even more.

He slid the glass door open and approached John. Pete slid his arms around his waist, pinching his soft belly as his rock hard dick pressed against the back of John's American flag speedo.

"Hey, Babe." Pete said as he rubbed his beard on the back of John's neck. "You're lookin' handsome."

Pete lifted John's round belly and let it drop, sending ripples through his soft body.

"I thought you'd like to see this ass in a speedo." John laughed between coughs. "None of my other clothes fit anyway."

"You're a hell of a lot sexier when none of your clothes fit." Pete said as he kissed the back of his neck.

"I bet you can't wait to see me to grow out of this." John flirted.

"I'm sure I won't have to wait long."

- Epilogue -

"Breaking News! A strange outbreak has been taking over New York. Reports suggest that it is a viral infection that is airborne and only infects men, though early accounts suggest that men above the age of 40 are asymptomatic. Their symptoms include a drastic increase in testosterone, characterized by fat and muscle gain, faster growth of body hair, increased libido, and rapid aging. The government has put in early efforts to prevent the spread, but the infection is spreading faster tha-" The news anchor paused as his focus shifted to someone behind the camera. "What are you doing here.... Hey, who are you, you can be in here... Wait... Don't... *Cough cough*"

"What are you watching, Babe?" John asked as he snuggled up beside Pete.

"Just the news. Watch this nerd grow out of his clothes." Pete let out a hearty laugh as the anchorman succumbed to the infection, growing into a fat dad.

John chuckled as he reached to grab some of Pete's popcorn. He took a big handful and stuffed into his mouth when suddenly, his speedo snapped in half.

"Told ya I wouldn't have to wait long." Pete smiled while rubbing John's growing belly.

John simply smiled as he rested his head on Pete's fuzzy chest.

[anothertfhere]

Family Tendencies

"my god grandpa how come you look so good when you were young I mean grandma said you were some wild horse looking for his next conquer or something erotic thing." Felix said looking at his Grandpa. "Well I'll be dam you know back in the day I was the stallion but now I'm stuck with this nut too bad she can't argue with me no more. Hey I know you still haven't found the right gal but it takes time sonny. But hey there are pretty girls on the downtown campus that where I was recruited as a model and how I met you grandma." Trent said laughing.

Felix thought how the thought of being gay was eating him up since his grandparents took him in after losing his parents. Sometimes he wished his grandpa knew what it was like. A week later while looking though his grandparents stuff he found ball gags and a leather jacket and a other model picture!?

That when his grandpa now looking more youthful with more hair now came and saw Felix with the stuff. "Well I'll be dam! That was the training ball gag me and you grand papa Hank used in our youth and even our first model shoot! You know back in the day many people hated the thought of guys together but publishing those pictures could've gotten us killed or even hurt but you're grand papa liked it rough that how he always treated me right babe! " As Felix grandpa shouting to someone downstairs. That's when another voice came out!? " Sure is hone! Now where is my favorite grandson! I have a bone to pick on him since he stole my favorite vest last week! " A rugged voice came downstairs.

That when Felix saw another picture on his phone of his granddad's

Felix chuckling of course his granddad's are gay! Why wouldn't they be. "Sorry grand Papa for a second I thought I saw Grandpa Trent with a woman in his old model catalog!? I mean he has the looks to steal any women but come on why wouldn't he get stolen by you I mean you are the toughest man I know." Felix said. "Dam right kid! I saw your granddad's ass and if I remember correctly I saw some blond girl back then but pushed her sorry ass and once I held you grandad I knew he was the sweetest ass I could grab heck looked at how good we looked in that magazine ad. Now the world is better especially now that open gay relationships are normalized but back then he'll naw! But hey if you are going to the club later be sure to use plastic and don't want anything nasty now! " Grandpa Hank said now showing his leather vest as he grabbed Trent ass kissing him passionately. "Now how about we cook some burgers I'm starving and the neighbors are coming so clean up a bit. " Hank said.

later that Day we all took a picture together for some reason I thought Grandpa Trent was some old lonely man? Probably some other young 1960s model I saw in a magazine come on my grandparents rule. And hey maybe I'll find some fine man just like my grandpa did.

Maybe a couple of one off stories like this here and there depends on my schedule. 😊 Starting to brainstorm ideas again! 💡

[maletfwitch]

Turned Tables (Stepfather)

Ken could never get his stepson Trent to respect him no matter how hard he’d try, Trent was a total fraternity douche who always left a mess and refused to clean it up, and always disrespected Ken and made fun of his appearance.

One day when Ken’s stepson was visiting Ken forgot to lock the door while he was in the bathroom and his stepson intruded right in, before Trent could make any jokes about Ken’s slender frame something weird began happening as Reality as they knew it was beginning to change forever.

Ken began to feel his muscles tense up as they began to grow, making him overall more muscular with the growing sensation spreading throughout his entire body as he began to grow in height and in some other areas.

Ken examined his new body before noticing his stepson had been completely drained of his hard-earned muscle looking just as scrawny as he had been, his stepson wanted to say something but before he could he felt his confidence and personality being drained out of him as he felt himself becoming more meek and submissive.

Ken on the other hand began to look more dominant as he had gained the confidence his stepson had lost.

“Son what have I told you about walking in on me in the bathroom!” Ken said stern

“I- uhm I’m so sorry Father” Trent said nervously as he exited the bathroom.

Trent was now a scrawny nerd who studied computer science at home since he was scared to leave his daddy’s protection, safe to say his frat days were long behind him like they never existed.

Ken, on the other hand, took on a much more dominant but protective role in Trent’s life he really cared for his stepson like he was his own and wanted what was best for him and hoped he could find Trent a nice Asian husband to protect and take care of him perhaps one of his co worker’s sons.

[anonymous1233211]

Bag it up, but gay

[anothertfhere]

Anonymous had done it. Who doesn't like a goof bunny man to fuck. 🤤