Bizz&#x27;s TF Dreams

Been getting into hockey, and found out some of mister bizzy's @bizzhideaway favorite players. Made some caps of Vince Dunn putting him in his place. If any of my kinky fans knows hockey, please tell me how to get into it more, like picking which team to support and the like! So far, I like Tom Wilson a lot, he is one handsome motherfucker!

spikey21467

Could I get turned into an item for one of the Heated Rivalry boys? Heck I could me multiple items for them.

thegreatstoryteller

Getting in the Christmas Spirit

Merry Christmas @bizzhideaway! Hope you enjoy finding the Holiday Spirit and all the fun changes it brings.

It was Christmas time in New York! The weather was cold, the lights were bright, and one man wasn't feeling the Christmas cheer this year.

Bryce sighed in the cool breeze, looking on at the city that never sleeps as his brown hair tousled in the wind. He had hoped that by the time this Christmas season came, he'd be in brighter spirits. Tis the season after all. However, the further into winter he found himself in, the more he was just feeling down. Despite being 5’11, he’d never felt lower.

He knew he needed a change of perspective, that’s why he came to New York after all. It was supposed to be the perfect winter vacation to shake things up. To really bring about change. But still nothing. No amount of handsome athlete sightings or broadway musical bliss could seem to help. He still knew he needed that change. And so did a certain someone nearby.

There are many spirits of Christmas in the world. Some embody the holly jolly man in red we know as Santa, subtly giving gifts to those who were nice. Then there were Tricksters. Those with limitless magical ability, but often used their gifts to play transformative games with those they’d deemed entertaining.

A Trickster Santa would ensure those who weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit would learn to appreciate it, in one way or another!

"I just wish I could enjoy the holidays this year. Between work and this restricting weather, it's hard to be anything but miserable this time of year." Bryce found himself saying before calling it a day.

Bryce went to bed that night hoping for a change. And the next morning he would certainly find it.

That night Bryce dreamed.

He could hear a whisper on the wind. "You will certainly enjoy the Christmas season this year. If not in this life. Then another."

“Who said that?” Bryce thought, his words echoing in his dream-like state.

“I am here to give you your presents this year. I know you have worked so hard to support others in your life. So perhaps it’s time you see the direct benefit your support has on others.” The trickster’s voice replied.

Then it felt as if his body was light... made of air! He felt himself drifting up from his bed and through the roof. Soaring through the skies of New York as if the breeze himself was carrying him elsewhere. This was more than a dream!

He soared right into another nearby neighborhood. A modest home, with a tree, presents, and smoldering fireplace.

“Where am I?: Bryce asked, still astonished by this surreal setting.

"The best part of Christmas is the giving. Perhaps you will best learn this lesson, when YOU are the gift. " Echoed that strange voice.

The world shifted around! And suddenly he was still. He was awake, but in darkness. How was that possible?

"Hey! Who wants to open the first present?" Came a voice.

"Give it to Jax! He's gonna love his gift!" Came another.

"Aw thanks guys." Came a notably more nerdy voice.

Then there was a blinding light as Bryce was staring up at a nerdy face that picked him up.

"Really guys?! You got me NFL socks! Are they autographed by Wyatt Teller!? You know I’m a huge Browns fan! You're the best!" Jax said holding up Bryce!

It was at that moment Bryce realized why he felt so weird! He was the pair of socks! He could still see, feel, and think, but it was clear that he had become the perfect gift for this person on Christmas.

"Yeah! And not just any NFL socks. They're a special Christmas pair! Apparently worn by a huge NFL athlete before."

"Yeah man! Try it on!"

The others in the room encouraged.

That's when Bryce felt an unexpected sensation! He was being slid on the foot of this Jax guy! A feeling he never expected, yet it felt oddly good. Physically it felt like he was being stretched out! But there was a more wholesome feeling that felt as if he was helping someone... supporting someone.

Though the strange feelings didn't stop there. And not only for Bryce.

"Woah! These socks feel kinda funny." Jax remarked, the nerdy young man adjusting Bryce on his feet.

"Woah! I think the magic is kicking in."

"That guy dressed like Santa wasn't kidding! He's really changing!"

Jax was experiencing quite a change. His entire body was growing before their very eyes as a holiday flurry of snow filled the room. His whole life was about to change! And of course it started with his feet.

The nerdy young man had a small size 6, but they were quickly swelling to sizes that would fill up Bryce's new socked form! His feet gained impressive size and strength allowing Bryce to feel like he was stretching to new limits! After he gained 10 sizes, the rest of Jax's body began to follow suit. His legs lengthened with power! His torso expanded and broadened. His arms grew immensely powerful and his face rearranged into that of a legend.

Bryce was now feeling what it was like to be worn by a pro NFL athlete! He was the ultimate athletic support!

The remaining clothing on Jax’s body were in tatters! But they quickly reformed into a full NFL football helmet, jersey, and pads!

"Holy Crap!" Jax boomed in his new voice. He sounded just like the NFL pro, he now was. He looked down and marveled at his big hands, new uniform, and skin tight socks that started it all.

"Yeah! The magic Santa was right!"

"We told him about our nerdy friend who could use a boost and he was right! He had the perfect present for you!"

Bryce could feel Jax lumbering around this now very small home! He towered over the once average sized furniture and architecture! He even could feel Jax bump his head against a door frame a few times to try and get to a room where he could see his reflection.

Somehow Bryce could feel Jax's excitement.

"I can't believe it I'm him! I’m Wyatt fucking Teller!" Jax exclaimed flexing in the mirror. Whatever clothing he had on previously, had disappeared! This jersey, this helmet, and these socks were now the only article of clothes Jax had that fit his new body.

"Thank you so much! You're my new lucky pair of socks!" Jax said, lifting his massive foot into the reflection.

Bryce was already feeling on top of the world for multiple reasons. It was as if being stretched and used like this, was everything he ever wanted. Not to mention, Jax's new feet were beginning to build up quite the sweat along his cotton body. That liquid almost acting like alcohol and making him feel way too good!

Just as soon as the fun started, it was interrupted! Bryce felt himself lifted up and out of the sweaty socks he had become. Once more he was soaring out of this three person home and through the New York skies of Christmas morning.

"Hey! What gives! I was having fun there!" Bryce complained to the bodiless voice!

"You were! Though, that is not the only fun you can be having. A new change of scenery is in order. One I'm sure you'll be able to enjoy!"

All of a sudden Bryce found himself racing through the New York skyline and towards Broadway of all places! With a sudden thump! He was grounded. Physical again! No longer a pair of socks! But now back to being human.

Though not just any human.

“Jonathan Groff?” Bryce said in his new voice as he stared at his reflection. This felt like another dream come true!

Taking a look around it definitely felt more like a dream! To his left and right were playbills, comfy furniture, and costumes! He was in a celebrity dressing room! And not just any kind of celebrity! The kind that only the leads of musicals get!

Bryce felt like he was in heaven now! Afterall, knowing he was so close to the amazing musicals he'd love to see was a dream come true! But nerves still rattled him as he wondered just what on Earth he was doing there. He had to figure out more! Or at the very least savor this unique experience before he was whisked away to another life.

He decided to dress his new body and had fun putting together all the amazing clothes at Jonathan Groff’s disposal.

When he finally settled on an outfit he exited the dressing room to explore his surroundings further. He saw that this room led to a long hallway, where at the very end lights and music were coming through. When he turned the corner he realized that he was now in a large theater that has been repurposed into a Christmas party! Countless famous names were walking around, mingling, drinking, and having fun!

That's when he saw him in the distance! Jeremy Jordan!? What was he doing here? Besides being an amazing vocalist, actor, and dancer, Jeremy had always been known to Bryce as being super handsome! Could this be the reason he was here?

"You're Jeremy Jordan!?" Bryce exclaimed, as if needing to say it just to believe it himself.

“Jonathan! Buddy! Did you start drinking without me? You’ve known me for years!” Jeremy laughed.

“I have?” Bryce laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah! As long as you’ve been going to these Broadway Christmas parties.” Jeremy explained. “You my friend always make these things a hit.”

“Really?” Bryce blushed. “I… I haven’t really been in the holiday spirit recently. This year kinda had me feel… not like myself.”

“Well of course man. It hasn’t been the best year for plenty of us in the arts. I know guys who have been working auditions all year not getting a part. Or entire productions fall apart over time. But that’s what we’ve got events like this for.” Jeremy gestured to the crowd of celebrities, actors, and performers behind him. “We always get together on Christmas to remember what’s important. And that includes you man.”

Bryce felt touched. He was overwhelmed. Both with emotion over Jeremy’s words and the feeling of being in Jonathan Groff’s body.

“From the look on your face, I’d say you’re starting to feel better. So how about you start us off with the first Christmas song of the day!” Jeremy said tossing him a microphone.

That is when fear crept in! Bryce hadn’t expected to be put on the spot to sing. His last transformation into socks didn’t exactly have any responsibilities. He had no idea if he had any of Jonathan Groff’s musical ability!

However, once the music started playing and the people gather around, something came over him. The words to every single Christmas song came to mind as he started to sing!

Beautiful melodies flowed from his lips and he delivered every lyric with Broadway precision! Once the first song was over he couldn’t resist singing more and more! Jeremy Jordan joined along with a sultry duet of Baby It’s Cold Outside! Aaron Tveit decided to sing with him too, as they performed Last Christmas! When Bryce was feeling especially sexy he took off his nicer jacket and began to sing Santa Baby!

By the time he finished, he was practically breathless! It was so exhilarating. Not only performing for a group of such musically famous people, but singing his heart out to show how much he appreciated celebrating the holidays and having fun.

When the festivities died down, he took the moment to step off stage to get some water and much needed air.

Bryce couldn't believe it. He just had his first big Broadway party! Potentially the first of many if he ended up staying in this body. Who knew that the likes of Jeremy Jordan and Aaron Tveit were so fun, not to mention flirty. It was great! Though… it did make him yearn for someone to hold during the holidays.

As he stumbled out of the party he heard a familiar voice once again.

"You seemed to enjoy this one quite a bit. Are you feeling the spirit of the season now?" The trickster of the season asked.

"Haha, well a bit. That was a lot of fun. Singing and dancing with guys I’ve admired so long… it was a dream come true… But there's something to spending the time you have with someone you care about. Those guys don’t know the real me. Thank you so much for all of these adventures. It’s been the best season ever! I'm just sorry I'm a lost cause."

"The final adventure perhaps will change your mind." The trickster’s sly voice said on the wind.

"What do you mean?" Bryce asked, expecting to be flung into a different form once more.

But there was no change. There was no response.

Just a man talking to the cool evening breeze. Just like he was doing the previous day before his whole life was turned around.

"Oh my gosh! Are you that famous Broadway actor?" Came a deep voice.

Bryce turned around in time to feel the heavy familiar footsteps of Jax approaching him. Only now Bryce was looking at this massive football player not as socks, but a man.

"I am a huge fan Jonathan Groff! Mr. Groff? I... I know I don't look it, but I love your musicals. I have been meaning to see your show for so long." Jax was going into complete fan boy mode. A funny sight considering this 6'5 man of considerable size was practically shaking with excitement.

"Oh! Haha well, I'm a big fan of your work on the field. Glad we can appreciate each other's work." Bryce laughed, happy to see the big guy in person.

"I... I mean you're so popular you're probably busy. But my roommates and I were just about to head back to our apartment for Christmas dinner... Did you want to join us?" Jax offered. The big brute looking positively bashful. Despite his gigantic size, he still felt like the flustered nerd he always had been before

“You know… I think I’m actually free today. I’d love to spend more time with you big guy.” Bryce smiled, taking Jax’s large hand in his. Simply touching the large man brought back the tight sweaty sensation he experienced as his socks.

“Really! Ah! That’s incredible!” Jax was blushing hard now. “Um… Full disclosure. I know I look… well like a professional athlete, but… this isn’t really what I normally look like.”

“That’s alright Jax. I think you and I have a lot in common when it comes to that. Maybe you can tell me how it all happened on the way to your apartment.” Bryce gave a soft knowing smile, as he walked through the Wintery streets once more. Though this time, not alone.

Loved it man! Thank you so much!

A birthday gift batch of caps and a video cap attempt featuring the insanely hunky JJ Wyatt for @bizzhideaway

Thanks man! Love them!

Bring A Buddy Along

A sequel of sorts to my collab story with Verus-Veritas! Since the Oilers are struggling to keep up with the Panthers in this SCF series, it seems like Bizz might be stuck as my hockey shorts for another whole year - at least...

worse things I could get stuck as

for @bizzhideaway

Oh damn! Hope I get to turn back at the end of this :O

thegreatstoryteller

Fantasy Football Party

It was Game day! The NFL had been really pumping up the hype for their games recently and it had caused a lot of excitement not just in the sporting community, but the writing community! Specifically a few of the TF writing community! While some were avid fans, others were fans of the hot bodies playing those sports! So when Bryce, Nate, Adam, Henry, JW, and Shaun got an invite from their not so sporty friend Jay to mark the day of the big game with a party they were surprised!

The first to arrive was Bryce! He was excited to see Jay for their big party! Bryce was 5’11 and a bit out of shape, but he shared his friend’s appreciation with the hot athletes in the NFL.

Bryce knew Jay as his not very sporty writer friend. Jay was on the smaller side of height and proud of his Asian heritage! Which is why Bryce was shocked when a blond haired towering man answered the door. The figure was clad in a football uniform, helmet, pads, jersey and all! The large cleats he was wearing adding to his imposing stance.

“Bryce! Glad you could make it!” The football player said embracing Bryce much to his surprise.

“Uh… Hi… I don’t- wait you look familiar.” Bryce mutter pressed against the slightly sweaty athlete.

“Oh sorry. I was having fun with some new outfits.” The football player removed his helmet revealing long blond hair, blue eyes, large jaw, and a laid back smile. The light purple tank top he wore showed off his powerful arms and there was a light sheen over his body as if he’d just come from practice.

“You’re Trevor Lawrence! The quarterback.” Bryce gasped.

“Close! But that gets into what we’re gonna be doing tonight. It’s me Jay! Long story short I found a way to have some fun tonight with the different players in our fantasy football draft.” Jay explained cockily.

Bryce was amazed seeing this 6’6 athlete talk exactly like his 5’6 Asian friend. It was impossible, yet with each word it solidified his identity.

“H-how is this even happening!? You’re like a foot taller and a brand new race! What could even do something like this?” Bryce asked breathlessly.

“Well I’ll get into the how later. It was so much fun for me. I enjoyed every second! For now just enjoy your change.” Jay said patting Bryce on the back.

“My change?” Bryce said, but soon he was overcome with a tingling all throughout his body. Bryce had not realized as Jay was talking that his own body was changing. He could feel every inch of his skin tingling as it took on a tanner visage. His hair grew into a clean cut shape with some stylish products added as it darkened as well! His own height diminished 2 inches, but his entire body sharped with toned muscle. His face began to reshape, gaining smooth skin and a pronounced Adam’s apple that revealed the deeper moans that came from his body as he changed. His own clothing shifted from that of a guest to a football player in seconds before he stood before his friend completely changed.

“What just happened?” Bryce asked in a deeper voice and a bit of a southern drawl! He couldn’t help but look down and see the tight jersey over his body. His new pecs so pronounced beneath the fabric he’d swear he could bounce them if given the time. And he felt the tight compression pants surrounding his new tight ass, showing off every crevice.

“You just became Younghoe Koo! The South Korean kicker for the Atlanta Falcons! Gosh his voice really does sound as sexy as they say. You’ve got that twang to your voice that just sounds perfect.

Bryce rushes inside to see himself in the mirror and gasps.

“That’s really me?” Bryce said smiling, examining his features with complete surprise and satisfaction.

“Yes sir. Down to your last tattoo.” Jay said, tapping at his left arm revealing the detailed artwork. “Feel free to explore your body some more! I know I did. And like I said, I’ll explain more as more people arrive! And speaking of!”

The two looked outside and through the window they could see Nate walking up to the door. The 25 year old was also 5’11 and his pudgier frame showed through his choice of jerseys.

“Oh this is too perfect! He’s already wearing his Josh Allen jersey! I think for him I’ll have him change as he gets closer,” Jay smirked.

Bryce was confused, but could quickly see what Jay was talking about. He was the same height as Nate. Or at least was. Soon he could see his friend growing. Taller and taller! The once pudgier frame of his now looking lean stretched out to the 6’5 frame of the athlete he was becoming. His brown hair and light stubble grew a bit darker and fuller. His hair styling into an athletic cut and his stubble nearly forming a full beard. All the while his frame was slowly filling with muscle befitting the quarterback he was becoming.

“I’m Josh Allen!” Exclaimed Nate from outside as Jay opened the door for his friend.

Nate couldn’t believe his own change, but was somehow more surprised when he saw Trevor Lawrence and Younghoe Koo. After a few minutes of frantic introduction Nate finally calmed down.

“Here! I got you guys some beers. I don’t normally drink them, but it felt appropriate for a football party.” Jay said handing them both cans.

“Thanks Trevor… Jay… you…” Nate said laughing. “I still can’t believe this! Can you tell us how this happened? I mean I’m Josh freaking Allen right now! I grew 6 inches and feel like I could throw a football across a stadium.”

“I guess that’s what being a quarterback will do to you.” Bryce laughed while sipping his beer. “And now that you mention it… I feel like I could kick a football across a stadium… plays and drills are kinda running through my head when I concentrate.”

“That’s part of the change. When you guys arrived at my party not only did you turn into these guys physically but you also gained their abilities! On and off the field!” Jay explained. For me unfortunately that means I know a lot about Crypto now, but also I know how to play football! I’ll finally be able to watch and understand the sport today!”

“Yeah but I know you didn’t just find a way to change us into pro athletes to understand the game. There’s got to be a reason.” Nate scrutinized looking fairly thoughtful with Josh Allen’s face. However, that’s when the doorbell rang.

“Adam!” Jay said answering the door greeting his friend with a hug. The 40 something engineer was confused to see the 24 year old quarterback hugging him. Adam was normally considered pretty tall at 6’1, but that paled in comparison to the buff athlete standing 5 inches taller than him in that moment. He could feel his out of shape form pressing against the solid muscle of he now realized was Trevor Lawrence! However, with each second of that hug he could feel his body change. It was as if he was being revitalized by a simple hug. His body felt more compact. Tighter in all the right places… as his body hardened to match. He felt his hair grow lighter as his biceps peaked from his clothing. Clothing that now shifted into a compression tank top that clung so closely to his body, onlookers could see abs!

“Or should I say Christian McCaffery!” Jay smirked releasing his friend now a 27 year old quarterback!

Adam was confused, but there was no denying something had changed as the pair released each other from the hug. Turning to a nearby hall mirror he gasped.

“I’m… I’m!” Adam muttered putting his hands on his new youthful face and flexing a bit in the mirror completely in disbelief.

“Yeah yeah. You’re in the body of your dreams, based on your fantasy football picks! You can thank me later. I’m gonna tire myself out if I have to give out these explanations each time! Maybe I’ll make this go a bit faster.” Jay said stroking his square jaw, looking like a quarterback formulating a play in his head.

Adam joined the others in the living room, not knowing what Jay was even considering.

“Wow. Ok. When Jay invited us here I wasn’t expecting to be surrounded by a bunch of pro athletes. You’re Younghoe Koo! I mean… you look like him.” Adam said nervously still getting used to his new body.

“Yeah It’s me Bryce in here. I just look like Younghoe. And feel like him too… this body feels incredible, but I think we’ll get used to it. I’m feeling more comfortable by the second.” Bryce admits.

“I just hope Jay knows what he’s doing,” Nate said from inside Josh Allen. It’ll take a lot of explanations on how any of this happened. Does he even know what he’s doing?

They all turned to see Jay in the kitchen looking at a book when a puff of smoke emitted from it followed by a lot of coughing and a smoke alarm.

“There! That should get them here faster!” Jay proclaimed.

The group didn’t know what he meant, but the remaining guests on their way did.

Jared was driving back from the office when he heard some strange whispers around him and suddenly a cloud of smoke quickly filled and dissipated from his car! He coughed up a storm, glad he was at a stop light, but was shocked to see what was amongst the cleared remains of himself and his car! He looked down, expecting to see his modest build, the kind spent from years at an office. But that was no more. His lighter skinned body in semi formal wear was now replaced with the darker coloring and powerful build of a quarterback! Now he was wearing a jersey, a hoodie, a backwards cap, and his formerly clean shaven face now had the beginnings of a nice beard! He quickly checked his rear view mirror and screamed. Jalen hurts was staring back at him! He felt 10 years younger and really confused. But more than that he noticed his car… it was fancy. Top of the line. The kind a rich athlete could afford not him! He sped off down the street to his friends! They wouldn’t believe this.

Meanwhile across town.

Henry was still getting ready in his room! He was fashionably late to his friend’s party, but he was sure they’d understand. But as he got dressed the clothing he put on his body shifted, becoming that of a blue football jersey with the number 88!

“Weird, that's Mike Gesicki number! And gosh this jersey is kinda big on me…” Henry said. He was pretty tall around 6 feet, so he was not used to the unfamiliar clothing being that big… but his body would soon catch up! His arms lengthened! His feet grew! Each word of protest sounded more and more American! Until he stumbled all the way to his mirror and saw the blond haired blue eyed tight end staring back at him. He could see his face reform till no trace of his original self remained. All that stood was the 6’6 athlete he’d admired on TV! Not just that but as he stared, his mirror shifted, becoming that of a nice desk. The changes spread all the way across his room until he sat in a nice apartment filled with football trophies and pictures.

Back at Jay’s house the group was panicking. After Jay had muttered those strange words it seemed like the whole house shook and reformed. The TV was twice as big! The couch was made of fine leather! There was a liquor cabinet in the corner and there were new pictures of their celebrity athlete bodies on the walls!

“Jay! What did you do?!” Nate cried out, his deeper voice sounding commanding and urgent.

“Is that a spell book!?” Bryce added seeing Jay slowly slide the book into a cabinet.

“Reality… it’s changed… the house, the appliances… our clothes… did you just change reality to match our bodies?” Adam inferred the cause and effect of the events adding up.

“Ok… yes… by accident.. I was trying to trigger Jared and Henry’s transformation remotely! Shaun’s too! But I think I misread some of the book and it made a wave of REALITY changes, rather than just physical changes.” Jay bashfully admitted. The long haired jock looked quite apologetic, shrinking into the corner in embarrassment, a difficult task given his new 6’6 stature.

“Hey I’m not complaining!” Came a voice came as Patrick Mahomes stepped through the door. “Hey guys! It’s me Shaun! I don’t know what happened but somehow I became Patrick- Oh!”

Shaun said looking inquisitive at the gathered party full of athletes.

“So… I guess everyone is an athlete. Gosh. When I first saw my older self stepping out of the car and adjusting my clothes I was feeling self conscious. But I suddenly started changing before my eyes! Growing huge! Getting these muscles, this tight tank, this cool under armor headband, and getting to see your house change into a legit mansion was awesome.”

“Wait, mansion?” Jay asked, racing outside. He could see his friend was telling the truth! A mansion stood before him the likes of which he’d only ever dreamed! “Oh fuck.”

A few minutes passed. Shaun was still admiring his body in front of the others commenting on how different his new body was. He loved showing off his improved strength and challenged Nate and Adam to arm wrestles that quickly devolved into actual wrestling! All the while Bryce looked on with Jay as Henry and Jared finally arrived.

“Ok… now that we’re all here, Jay I think you owe us a full explanation.” Bryce said, crossing his arms, looking a lot more intimidating than normal inside Younghoe Koo.

Jay sighed. “Alright. So I turned you all into athletes so we could have a fun party as members of our draft! I had this whole thing planned out that we’d try new bodies at each point! There was gonna be this great game!... But.. I accidentally jumped the gun and messed with reality too… This book I got… well it’s real magic and I used a pretty powerful spell…”

Jared shrugged. “I mean that’s fine. This is still a great idea. Just tell us next time you change reality again.

“That’s the thing… a spell to warp reality can only be cast once. After that the affected reality sorta… stays… there is no turning back. You guys are all professional athletes now… like for real.” Jay admitted.

There was a collection of deep voiced gasps from the guests! Tonight Jay and his friends were no more. They were simply a few NFL athletes that the world knew as close friends!

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wishmaster

I have been hearing about your costume shop. Barbie has been a big hit this year so I was wondering if you had anything that would work for that theme. Like Ken, Allen or anything!

Barbie Did It!

Ok you find a pair of shorts, no wait that's underwear, they look like something Ken might wear so you go to try them on, unaware the side effects on these.

As you pully them on, you stand there naked with just them on now, you feel something happening. Your skin begins to stiffen on your body, you notice you can't see your chest rise with your breathing any more. Then you notice your skin is beginning to shine, in fact you'd swear it looks like it's becoming plastic. You suddenly feel your joints pop as you look and suddenly everything on you seems to be attached like some damn toy. Your hair becomes bright blonde and extremely synthetic looking as it looks as if it's stitched to your skull now. You try to move but suddenly can't your frozen in place as you feel your rather impresssive dick vanish replace by a smooth void on your crotch. The last thing to happen is the room begins getting larger around you, no you're shrinking. Suddenly you hear the door open, it's me, i reach down and pick you up. Dammit, how many of these damn dolls am I going to be stuck with this year. Fucking Barbie movie.

I place you on the shelf by the register, your new home now as you look out among the customers unable to speak or move, all they see is your new form and smile. The only thing realistic om you are your nipples and they are extra sensitive to touch, and everyone who saw you wanted to feel the Ken with the real nipples,

Welcome to your new hell Ken #25

the-tfstation

Those dog collars look really nice. Do you have anymore? Asking for a friend...

We have plenty in a variety of colors. Don't forget the leash either. You don't want your new best friend to get away from you. Red Collar

Take your new friend on a trip. Roll down the window and let that fresh air hit his nose. Don't mind the nose art he's eventually going to leave you though.

Blue Collar

Need a little more high energy friend? Try giving him a blue collar. I'm sure he'll love to go on runs with you as soon as he's finished.

Green Collar

Green should be calming, but it ends up creating the opposite effect. Any friend who tries this on ends up becoming a pure fluffy ball of energy and chaos.

Reflective Collar

Need to make sure your soon to be four legged friend is safe? Get any of the collars with the reflective design and you'll always be able to find them.

Special Edition Collars

Got a friend who won't stop talking about Scooby Doo? Well maybe it's time to let them really understand what Rutroh means and give them one of our special edition collars.

Golden Collar

Got a team mate or a player who needs to listen more? Slip a golden collar around them. Guaranteed to have them doing all your commands by end of 2nd quarter.

Yellow Collar

Just had a bad breakup, but you aren't sure if you're ready to let them go? Slip on a yellow collar. Even if they try to run away, they'll always get returned to you since the collar says you own them now.

I would love to select a suitcase for BKK if there are any still available!

You ordered the suitcase because you think back wistfully to your last vacation in Thailand. Dreamlike landscapes. Highly interesting culture. Incredibly nice people. The only thing that annoys you are your stupid colleagues, who can only make jokes about the fact that you flew there just for quick sex.

There are cool things in the suitcase. Sportswear for Thai Boxing and Mixed Martial Arts. Sporty clothes for clubbing. You were lucky, you got a suitcase that suits your athletic body and your interests. When you tell the story at lunchtime in the canteen, of course, immediately comes from your fat unpleasant office neighbor a stupid comment. Whether there are also used panties in which he can jerk off. First you roll your eyes in annoyance. And then you have an idea.

It's not hard to be in the office before your lazy colleague. Of course, he disregarded all the rules again and didn't lock his container. Your luck. So you put a used jockstrap from your suitcase in the top drawer. The rest of the day you are in meetings. And when you are done, your colleague is already gone. And the perverted sow has actually taken the jockstrap with her.

The next morning you are blindsided. Your colleague is there before you. And has already prepared your coffee. And during the day he asks you again and again about Thailand and about your sporting interests. Hey, the idiot can be really nice.

The following day you have the impression that your colleague has lost weight. Significantly! During the lunch break, he asks you if you would like to work out with him. You arrange to meet the day after tomorrow before work for a morning workout. When you leave in the evening, your colleague is still sitting there. Somehow he seems different. And when he wishes you a good evening, you swear that he has a slight accent.

When he wishes you a good morning the next day, it's not just a slight accent. And he looks changed in other ways, too. Younger. Fitter. And he's got a definite Asian edge to him. And he actually gets a call and speaks Thai with someone. Sounds like he's talking to his mother. But why the hell do you understand him doing that. You're confused. My God, you two have been to Thailand together so many times. He proudly showed you his mother's country. And you made an effort to learn the language. When you go to your friend's boxing gym together, it's better to speak a little Thai. Hardly anyone there speaks English.

The lad at the reception always laughs when you greet him in Thai with a heavy English accent. Your colleague, the son of the boss of the studio, is already waiting for you.

When you meet, your friend is taking off his track jacket. You never know what you admire more about him. His perfect body? His adorable smile? Or that he fucks you better than any man has ever done before?

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Happy Pride!

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Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

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I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

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HAPPY PRIDE!!🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

Divorce Agreements

All Over Him

When I wished to be “all over” my sister’s hunky boyfriend, this really isn’t what I meant. I was visualizing us both naked with me straddling his lap and riding his cock while screaming his name, not being every individual item of his gym gear. Sure I might be hugging his strong muscles but this isn’t what I wanted, damn it!

I was a goner from the moment Melanie introduced me to Duke and how could I not be? He was precisely my type with those big muscles and gorgeous face, particularly the well-styled facial hair. He was a perfect combination of everything that made me weak at the knees and I have no doubt that my sister, a notorious bitch, enjoyed flaunting him in my face. She had to know exactly how I felt about Duke and was using it as yet another punishment for me since I’d always been our parents’ favorite. It wasn’t as if I’d chosen to be!

Even if Duke wasn’t dating Melanie I know I’d be shit outta luck. He’s as straight as he can be and damn proud of it too, always harping on about how he “doesn’t get me” because I’m gay and thinks that “my people” make a big fuss out of nothing. It’s a pretty toxic outlook to have and I know I should find him repulsive because of it but I’ve never exactly been the smartest guy in the world and I’ve always been the type to want whatever I can’t have. Duke’s the epitome of that.

I’m not the kind of guy who really believes in wishes or magic but when I saw a shooting star the night before my twenty-third birthday I figured it couldn’t hurt. Perhaps if there was some higher power out of there they’d decide to be nice and give me a bit of luck as a birthday gift. Hell, I wouldn’t care if it was even just a dick pic or shirtless selfie mistakenly sent to me, my thirst for Duke was so real that even that would suffice.

I awoke to darkness and the inability to move. I was understandably freaked out but presumed I was in some sort of sleep paralysis. I’d only ever read about it and it scared the hell outta me but I knew it would eventually wear off as long as I remained calm. Seconds passed into minutes though and the worry began to creep into my mind. I couldn’t see anything and my hearing was mostly muted too, as if I had been enclosed in a tiny space.

My confusion was finally answered by the loud sound of paper ripping and light suddenly flooding my vision. A second later and Duke’s head appeared above me, only much larger than I’d seen it before. Had he somehow grown overnight? “Huh, I don’t remember ordering any of this,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers throughout my body. He was staring right at me but it was like he didn’t really acknowledge my presence at all.

I attempted to make an excuse for what was going on but found myself totally unable to talk. Duke’s hand reached down and grabbed me by my forehead, pulling me up - and completely apart from the rest of my body! I was horrified until I realized I didn’t feel any pain and the longer I was held in Duke’s hands, the more I realized that my head no longer resembled a human head. I was left wondering what had become of me for only a few seconds until Duke pulled me onto his head and I realized I had become a cap.

From my higher perspective, I could see what had become of the rest of my body - inside an open parcel was a light grey compression top and a pair of black track pants. Even though I was unable to move I knew they were part of me too and as Duke grabbed the compression top another blast of pleasure rocked throughout my fabric body.

“This is gonna be a tight fit,” he grunted, throwing the cap off and beginning to pull the shirt over his muscular torso. I found myself stretched over those spectacular muscles and having his pecs and biceps forcing me out caused a sensation that I could only compare to an orgasm. It was glorious.

Within minutes every part of me had been pulled onto Duke, even the size twelve sneakers that my feet had become. I was “all over” Duke’s body, just as I’d wished to be, only I had never anticipated it being like this.

I was simultaneously horrified and aroused at my situation, unsure of what I wanted to happen next. Did I want my real life back or was I content like this? It was certainly the closest I would ever get to my dream of worshiping Duke’s muscles and I’ve got to admit that from his flexing in front of the mirror I’m a damn perfect fit for him…

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Within a Suit

I knew I had a great body. I had worked on it for years and taken great care of it. Some would say it wasn’t the most enjoyable…no pizza…no soda…no real desserts. I watched what I ate and made sure I kept myself healthy.

My friends loved it as well. It always attracted tons of guys over to us. I was able to always hook my friends up with guys when I wasn’t into them.

There was one friend though that was never confident. He was a good looking guy but definitely not built like me. He was always asking me how he could look like me. He never wanted to do the hard work though.

Being so into working on myself it took a lot of time and money so it was tight every month with money. My buds all knew this and that is when the one buddy who was never confident came to me with an idea.

He offered me $10,000 to let him use my body. I thought he was crazy but he explained what would happen. He had been working on a file for an iPod that would make someone into a wearable suit. The person would know this and feel it all. Just not have control of their body. He also had a way to undo it and make the person normal as well.

The money sounded amazing and so I figured I will humor him and let him believe he could do this. I got the file from his email and put it on my iPod and headed outside to lay out in the sun.

I closed my eyes and put his file on. It relaxed me so much. I thought it was awesome just to feel relaxed for once. It wasn’t until I felt my buddy poking my shoulder I realized I couldn’t move. I felt so odd. Like my body was there just hollow. I actually got scared when he grabbed my mouth and started to stretch it out. I was being stretched! He then started to put his feet into me. Ugh that was horrible. I could taste them as they passed through my mouth. He kept pushing into me until I could feel him in to my shoulders.

It was the oddest feeling having him walk in me. I couldn’t control my movements. He went into the bathroom to check his reflection. It was then he pulled my head over his and then looked into the mirror. I could see myself looking back but it wasn’t me in control.

“Damn Tanner, this is awesome” my buddy said in my voice.

“I can’t believe you are letting me do this! I promise to take care of you man and turn you back after the weekend.” He said knowing I could hear yet not respond. In my mind I was screaming. It was Wednesday so I was under his control until Sunday. It hit me too I was relying on him to turn me back.

It took a lot of getting use to. I would space out and suddenly wake up and think it was all a dream only to not be able to move. After a few days I was actually enjoying it. My buddy was too. He was acting like I would and I could tell it was making him feel better. I also got to experience stuff without having to do it. Though my bud decided I would be a hot bottom and kept finding guys to fuck me.

Finally Sunday night came and he took me off. I was just laying on the couch until he put my ear buds in and started the reversal. After about a half hour I woke up finally able to move.

“Damn man that was so freaky. I did enjoy it though. Was a real adventure.” I said to him.

“Glad you enjoyed it Tanner….was hoping we could do it again sometime….I will for sure pay you” He said looking down.

That was 6 months ago. Now I almost spend more time as a suit than I do walking around on my own. It was hot being my buddies suit. He even started to loan me out to other friends as well. I have had everyone use me at least once. Damn bud even rented me to a stripper once who used me on stage. Even some of the old, creepy, wrinkly men have worn me a time or ten. That really turned me on.

I am not sure but I am thinking I may let him just take over for me one day. I am getting so use to being worn it feels odd not to have a guy in me. I wonder if he’ll turn one of my straight gym bros into one.

I knew I had a great body. I had worked on it for years and taken great care of it. Some would say it wasn’t the most enjoyable…no pizza…

Fun seeing something I wrote 11 years ago here again. Crazy I have been making content for more than a decade.