TF, Feet And Guys

I share photos of hot guys and sometimes I write some captions with short stories or fantasies about guys transforming into something else. Mostly shapeshift body swap and other stuff like that. Also into feet

[echovelvet278]

Swimmer Stud

After he gets back home from swim practice, the ghost makes its move—flying straight into the swimmer stud's lean body, soaking up the sensation and immediately getting attached to its new “equipment.” 😏💦

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[echovelvet278]

College jock possession

[thats-what-i-like-i-cant-deny]

[campai-tf-96]

A walk with my friend made me closer to him

[tfmybody]

Sorry I’ve been away, work has been busy and the winter has been insane. Hopefully I’ll be back on here more.

[technicallyhardwombat]

Waking up, I felt different. Like everything is bigger. Once I fully woken up, I nocied I have abs. My arms are huge. My junk is big. I get up and notice I've grown. I scratch my ass. And that feels firm but swishable.

I found the mirror in the bedroom and I saw my brother Jack. I'm confused at first. But in the mirror, Jack followed every move I done. Every reaction I done. Then it dawns on me. I've swapped bodies with Jack.

I admire my new body. Taking pleasure in my new member. When my phone kept going off. Jack, now in my body, demanding us to swap back. When I have no idea how this happened. So I go to the gym as Jack. Put this hot and fit body in to practice. I don't get how he can walk. His junk is massive.

At the gym, the adrenalin I got their as Jack. Everyone was looking at me. After a few minutes, I hear "Jack. You alright?" . I turned around and waved. Then realised i must pretend to be Jack. After a few minutes of chatting with this stranger. I carried on.

I got home and immediately played with my junk. How could I forget it? It is asking to be played.

As Jack I decided to go out with my friends. They like Jack. And I know they like the look of his body. So I will act like Jack. But allow them to admire Jack a bit closer. So I wear the most revealing clothed Jack owns.

1 week later. I still can't get over the fact that I'm Jack. I keep flexing my arms. I can't imagine the last time I wore a t-shirt

[sicklysublimeamulet]

The Shadow of Youth

The years had been kind to Elias, but time never forgot its grip. At forty-two, he was still strong, still tall, but he felt the edges of age in his bones. The once effortless spring in his step now took effort. His reflection, though respectable, no longer shone with the brilliance of his prime.

He had raised his nephew Caleb since the boy was four. Caleb was not his blood—he was adopted after tragedy took his parents—but Elias treated him as his own son. He fed him, clothed him, cheered at his games, sat through his sleepless nights.

Now Caleb was twenty, and the man Elias had shaped stood like a mirror of everything Elias used to be: broad-shouldered, confident, with an energy that made others gather around him. Watching Caleb was like watching a living echo of his own lost youth.

And Elias admired him. Admired him so much it grew into something heavier—an ache. Not envy. Not anger. Just a yearning so strong it bordered on obsession.

“If only I could feel like that again. To stand like that. To walk into a room and glow again…”

The Suit

One stormy night, Elias stumbled upon a box left at his doorstep. It was black, metallic, and warm to the touch. Inside lay a strange suit—sleek, liquid-like, darker than shadow itself.

The moment his fingers brushed against it, it moved—crawling up his arm, sliding over his skin like silk. He panicked, but then… it whispered.

Not in words, but in feelings. Power. Renewal. Fusion.

And then he understood: this wasn’t just clothing. It was a vessel, a mirror of desire. It could grant what his heart ached for.

He thought of Caleb. The youth he embodied. The strength, the vitality, the spark. His chest tightened with longing.

And the suit pulsed.

The Fusion

The next day, Caleb returned from training, sweaty, laughing, full of life. Elias watched him, heart pounding. His hand brushed the black suit hidden beneath his shirt.

The suit responded. It wanted him to act.

That night, when Caleb was in his room, Elias approached. The suit rippled, alive, stretching toward Caleb like liquid shadow. Caleb looked up in shock.

“Uncle—what’s happening?!”

Elias’s eyes glowed faintly as the suit wrapped around them both. “I only ever wanted… to carry your light,” he whispered.

The black fabric engulfed Caleb, and in an instant— whooosh—their bodies dissolved into streams of shadow and light.

Elias felt Caleb’s heartbeat merge with his own. Caleb’s energy, his youth, his vitality—rushing into Elias’s veins. Caleb gasped once, then faded into warmth.

But there was no resistance. No pain. No voice saying let me out.

Because Caleb wasn’t trapped. He wasn’t a prisoner.

He simply was Elias now.

Becoming One

The mirror showed someone new.

He was not Elias anymore, nor Caleb alone. He was taller, broader, a flawless blend of man and youth. His face carried Caleb’s vitality but with Elias’s sharper lines, a perfect balance of wisdom and strength. His movements were graceful, his body powerful—like the very image of what Elias had dreamed of becoming again.

Inside, he searched for Caleb. But Caleb wasn’t “inside.” He wasn’t separate. He was him.

“I raised you,” Elias whispered to the reflection. “Now… we’ve become one. My youth, your future. Our life… together.”

The suit pulsed with satisfaction. It had fulfilled his truest desire: not to steal, not to destroy, but to unify.

He named himself Oliver—a merging of Caleb and Elias. A name that carried both legacies in one.

Aftermath

No one questioned when “Oliver” stepped out into the world. Those who knew Caleb and Elias simply felt a strange acceptance, as though this man had always been there. A figure of charisma and mystery, drawing eyes wherever he went.

Inside, Oliver walked with perfect harmony. There was no struggle, no conflict. Caleb’s memories of childhood, Elias’s years of sacrifice and care, the bond they shared—they were now woven into one unbreakable thread.

For Elias, the obsession was gone. He no longer needed to long for his youth. He carried it now.

For Caleb, there was no loss. He wasn’t gone. He was Oliver—the man who had raised him, and the man he had become.

And together, they walked forward.

Not as uncle and nephew. Not as two. But as one whole, reborn.

[possesseddesiress]

Switch Up: Conclusiones

ADVERTENCIA DE CONTENIDO: Esta historia incluye temáticas de transformación y control de cuerpos con un enfoque sugerente. Si este tipo de narrativa no es de tu agrado o no cumples con la edad recomendada, te sugerimos no continuar. Todas las imágenes utilizadas (si las hay) pertenecen a sus respectivos dueños. No reclamo ninguna autoría sobre ellas y solo se usan con fines ilustrativos.

Si decides seguir adelante, bienvenido a Possessed Desires, donde la mente y el cuerpo nunca están completamente bajo tu control.

Switch Up: Conclusiones (Versión Español)

La vida había sido perfecta desde que Miles nos mostró el control y terminamos en estos cuerpos. 

Nos habíamos vuelto los reyes de la escuela, ya no era necesario escondernos de los brabucones, o pasar desapercibidos por los pasillos, no. Ahora a cada paso que dábamos, al menos una persona nos volteaba a ver cómo si su vida dependiera de ello. 

Era como tener poder en su expresión más pura. Atractivos, musculosos, ¿Quién no quisiera tener todo eso?

Algunas cosas habían cambiado, tal vez la gente lo notó o prefirió ignorarlo y tomarlo como normal. La forma en la que Blake ahora se vestía, los nuevos intereses en Caleb, los coqueteos más notables del nuevo Ruben.

O incluso la relación de Alan y Blake. Que ahora parecían no poder mantener sus manos alejadas del otro por demasiado tiempo. 

Todo estaba cómo debía de ser. Nosotros a la cabeza, ya no siendo sombras.

Hubo partes extrañas y difíciles de acostumbrarnos, claro. El control de Miles aun no tenía la capacidad de dotar al anfitrión con los recuerdos y memorias del cuerpo cascarón. 

Por lo qué acostumbrarse a una nueva casa, hobbies e incluso a un nuevo círculo social, era todo un reto. No imposible, pero si algo que costó al menos las primeras semanas. 

Aunque, las habilidades base de los cuerpos sí parecían permanecer, como una especie de piloto automático. Descubrí en poco tiempo que me gustaba bastante el teatro, no sabía si era por el "estilo base" de Ruben, pero había una extraña satisfacción en pararme en un escenario con cientos de personas frente a mi y tenerlas comiendo de la palma de mi mano.

Debo de admitir que me he vuelto un poco egocéntrico (y aunque no me guste decirlo frente a los nuevos Caleb y Blake, eso me preocupa). Sé que ya no soy Ethan, que eso quedó muy atrás ya, ¿pero y si mi personalidad original se pierde? 

Quería tomar el lugar de un chico popular, más no convertirme en cuerpo y alma en él. Mucho menos en una versión hiperproyectada de él. 

— ¿Nos llamaste? – pregunté, apenas saliendo de un ensayo de teatro. Por más tiempo que haya estado dentro de este cuerpo, aun no podía acostumbrarme a él. Seguía mirando mis fuertes bíceps por el rabillo del ojo, o haciendo rebotar mis pectorales por mero juego. 

— Sí, últimamente he estado pensando algo – Blake asintió para sí mismo, mirándome a mí y a Caleb en la otra esquina de la habitación. 

— ¿Y qué es? 

— Bueno, desde esto – sacó el control de su bolsillo – me he dado cuenta que ya no solemos estar juntos, antes íbamos a todos sitios, ahora tú estás con el teatro, tú con tus amigos bromistas o con esas cosas de cosplay. 

— ¿Y tú? – Caleb habló – Sólo te la pasas con tu nuevo novio, tus entrenamientos o con tus experimentos. 

Hubo un silencio, Blake negó. 

— Ese no es el asunto. Me refiero a que los tres nos hemos descuidado entre nosotros, antes éramos unidos, ahora parece que no tenemos tiempo ni para responder mensajes. 

Entendía lo que decía Miles pero de cierta forma, también le daba la razón a Logan.

— Tampoco has hecho tiempo para nosotros – murmuré bajando la vista. 

El silencio se instaló un buen rato entre nosotros, hasta que Caleb se atrevió a romperlo.

— Los quiero, chicos. Pero tal vez es parte también de... esto – señaló su cuerpo para después hacerlo con nosotros. 

— ¿Dejar de ser amigos? – pregunté con tono bajo.

— Tal... Tal vez.

Él también bajó la mirada. 

— No puedo creer que en verdad estén diciendo eso – Blake nos miró con cierto recelo – ¿Dejar de ser amigos sólo porque... cambiamos de cuerpo?

— Ya no somos las mismas personas.

— ¡Lo somos por dentro, Logan!

— ... Ya no me llamó Logan.

— ¡Pero sabes que lo eras, mierda!

La respiración de Miles se volvió irregular y agitada un instante, se quedó pensativo.

— ¿Y qué propones? – Lo miré.

No dijo ni hizo nada un rato, era extremadamente incómodo hasta que empezó a avanzar hacía Caleb, serio, se puso frente a frente, pensé que estaban a punto de golpearse hasta que Blake se acercó a besarlo.

Caleb trató de empujarlo pero terminó cediendo, fue una serie intensa de besos, el más apestoso tomó cierta autoridad mientras apretaba los cabellos de la nuca del otro, apegándolo a él. 

Hubo mucha lengua y saliva de por medio, eran ruidosos en extraño, poco a poco el ambiente empezó a calentarse más, Caleb tomó de la cintura a Blake para arrinconarlo contra la pared, su espalda chocó de golpe, lo que lo hizo soltar un jadeo pero aun así continuaron besándose. 

Siguió por un rato hasta que pareció que recordaron que estaba yo ahí también.

— ¿Te vas a quedar sólo ahí? – Miles preguntó, mirándome con una mezcla entre lujuria e impaciencia. Al no ver respuesta, levantó la mirada hacía Logan y le hizo un ademán.

El otro se separó y avanzó hacia mí. No pasó ni un segundo que ya tenía su lengua dentro de mí, sus manos rondando y aferrándose contra mi piel.

— Ah... N-no entiendo p-porque esto nos hará v-volver a s-ser unidos

Tartamudee cómo pude mientras Logan parecía haberse convertido en una bestia sedienta de deseo besando mi cuello. No sabía si era él o rastros de su nuevo cuerpo, pero cielos... Sí que era territorial, agresivo y primitivo.

— Queríamos hacer esto juntos. ¿No? – Miles dijo, acariciando su pecho y sus abdominales descuidadamente – Deseábamos ser deportistas para ser ardientes, populares, todo juntos. ¿Pero cuándo nos dimos tiempo de probar lo que teníamos ahora?

No podía pensar en nada. Por una parte me parecía descabellado y completamente ridículo lo que decía Miles. ¿Qué tenía esto que ver con que ahora nos estuviéramos besando? 

Quise pensarlo cómo una especie de estrategia de terapia de parejas pero, éramos amigos. ¿Qué era esto? 

Antes de que pudiera decir más, Miles se acercó por detrás y empezó a acariciar el cuerpo de Logan, lo que lo hizo soltar leves gruñidos. 

— ¿Y ese es todo tu... todo tu plan?... – murmuré pesado, enfocándome en que Miles tenía el control en las manos – ¿Es necesario que siempre traigas... eso contigo?

Él sonrió. 

— No, pero me siento más cómodo así... No conozco del todo a mi nueva familia, imagina dejar el control por ahí y que todos empiecen a cambiar de cuerpo a diestra y siniestra – explicó con aquella aura de nerd que aun se filtraba de vez en cuando, no podía explicar porque, pero eso me hizo sonreír – Además de que ahora podemos hacer esto.

Presionó y apunto, y de repente, ya no lo estaba mirando, estaba observando a la pared, con mis labios contra el cuello, acomodado entre las piernas de alguien... Ahora estaba en el cuerpo de Caleb.

— Uh... ¿Por qué hiciste eso? – preguntó mi antigua voz. 

— Dicen que la mejor forma de entender a otra persona es ponerse en sus zapatos, ¿no? Pues sorpresa, nosotros podemos hacerlo. 

Antes de siquiera responder, de nuevo me encontré en un cuerpo ajeno, el control en mis manos. Caleb se separó, mirando sus enormes manos.

— ¿Por qué él? Es un gorila sin cerebro – murmuró acariciándose y olfateándose, a lo que hizo un gesto extraño – Mierda, ¿qué es ese aroma? 

Y fue cómo si perdiera la cabeza, de repente se pegó a su axila con necesidad, inhalando fuerte y frotando su axila para llenar su nariz de sudor una y otra vez.

— Por que quería vengarme de él – Era extraño ver a Ruben hablar sin que yo estuviera a cargo – Además... Es sexy, un himbo sin cerebro, es más fácil socializar con algunas personas, no me tengo que preocupar por ser... interesante. Puedo decir cualquier estupidez y la gente se reirá, aunque... El aroma es un problema.

Hizo una mueca, pero Miles seguía perdido en aquella experiencia nueva.

— ¿Aroma?... ¿De qué rayos hablas?... Si huele delicioso...

— Eso es porque Caleb tiene hiperosmia, por eso él siempre quería oler así de fuerte. Le gustaba su propio hedor

El nuevo Caleb seguía olfateándose. Hasta que de golpe volvió a pegarse contra el cuello de Ruben, oliéndolo y besándolo. 

— Mierda, si que hueles bien.

Ruben jadeo pero sus piernas se aferraron contra la cintura de Caleb, empezándose a frotar contra él. 

Era un caos entre besos, Caleb oliendo la piel de Ruben, el latino jadeando y pegándose a la axila del chico. No pude contenerme y apreté el control, terminando con Caleb sobre mí.

— ¡No es justo! – el cuerpo de Blake reclamó. 

— L-lo siento a-amigo.

Tartamudee con una sonrisa. 

Blake se acercó y se pegó contra Caleb, empezando a acariciar su cuerpo, frotándose y besarlo.

En menos de lo que pensábamos, no quedaba ropa alguna, jadeábamos al unísono, besos torpes y manos ansiosas por todos lados. Logan en el cuerpo de Blake, yo en el de Ruben, Miles en el de Caleb. Aunque el orden no importaba mucho ya que cada cierto tiempo. Alguien tomaba el control para terminar en otro cuerpo.

— ¡Woah! ¿Por qué te decidiste por un latino? – Miles preguntó acariciando su pecho y su rostro.

— Porque es ardiente, me gustó desde el primer momento que lo vi – susurré repartiendo besos en sus muslos – Es interesante, guapo, y tiene algo único sobre los otros.

— Mucha mierda romántica – dijo Logan acariciando el pecho de Ruben desde atrás – ¿Tú por qué escogiste a Blake?

Miles soltó una risa.

— ¿Es necesario explicarlo?

— Nah... – ambos se besaron con locura.

— ¿Tu novio no se enojará por esto? – pregunté.

— Sólo estoy re uniendo lazos con mis mejores amigos. ¿Cuál es el problema? 

Al poco tiempo después, el cuerpo de Ruben estaba en medio de mí en el de Caleb, Logan al frente con el de Blake. Estaba metiendo la vara de mi nuevo cuerpo directo en el nuevo de Miles. Lo que lo hizo jadear.

— ¡Ah, es grande! – se quejó.

— Otra cosa por la que lo escogí – respondió sonriendo Logan antes de que se besaran. 

Estaba perdido en la sensación que no me di cuenta cuando Miles tomó el control para cambiarnos entre sí, de nuevo en nuestros cuerpos originales. 

— ¡Mierda, avisa que harás eso, mfh! – no pude evitar jadear, mis ojos rodaron a blanco por un rato. Sentí cómo Caleb llenaba todo de mí, Blake se acomodo con una sonrisa al frente para tomar mi rostro entre sus manos, acariciando mis mejillas.

— ¿Recuerdas lo que hiciste conmigo cuando estaba dentro de Alan?

Trague saliva nervioso.

— A-amigo, no s-sé de que hablas

— Nah, no seas cobarde, Ethan – tomó uno de mis pectorales para estrujarlo lo que me hizo soltar un ligero grito – Dilo.

— ¡Ah, mierda! ¡Te use!

— Genial. ¿Y no crees que debes pagar por ello? – un destello se formó en sus ojos. Hizo una señal a Logan, lo que hizo que aumentará las embestidas, mis ojos volvieron a ponerse blancos del mero placer, jadee como loco. Un poco de saliva escapó de mis labios mientras sentía que Logan estampaba sus caderas con más fuerza, Miles me tomó de la barbilla con determinación. 

— ¿Te encanta cómo se siente él dentro de ti, no?

— Me encanta tenerlo dentro de mí... – murmuré jadeante. 

Tomó mi cuello con algo de fuerza, apretándolo.

— ¿Y se siente bien?

— Se siente tan bien – dije entre quejidos de placer. 

Miles volvió a sonreír con egocentrismo, tomando mi mano para dejarla en su masculinidad, con su otra mano, me atrajo para besarme con necesidad y deseo.

Todo se volvió un caos pegajoso, sudoroso y un tanto apestoso después de eso, no quiero imaginar que lío encontró el conserje que tuvo que limpiar eso. 

O la clase que entró después de eso. 

Extrañamente, Miles había tenido razón. Fue como sentir de nuevo una conexión real entre los tres, como siempre había sido. 

Era lindo tener de nuevo a mis mejores amigos, sabía que sería extraño – de nuevo – para otras personas ver convivir a Caleb, Ruben y Blake cómo viejos amigos, teniendo en cuenta que antes del cambio, ninguno se hablaba entre sí. 

Pero lo importante era tener a mis amigos de nuevo junto a mí.

— ¿El viernes quieren hacer algo? – teclee en el chat grupal. 

— ¡Sí! Se estrenará una nueva película de héroes. ¿Podemos ir a verla? – Logan respondió.

— ¿No te cansas de ser tan ñoño? – Respondí a modo de broma.

Logan sólo envío una foto. 

— Un ñoño que te dejó con las piernas temblando.

Sonreí, aunque extrañamente... Miles había estado callado desde hace un rato.

— ¡MIERDA! – escribió en el chat.

— ¿Qué te pasa. Está todo bien? 

— ¡CARAJO, NO! ¡NO ENCUENTRO EL CONTROL!

— ¡¿Qué?!

— ¡Debimos de dejarlo en el salón! ¡Ese fue el último lugar dónde lo usamos! 

— ¿¡Amigo, que mierda!?

— ¡No lo sé. Lo olvide por completo! 

— ¿Y no puedes hacer otro?

— ¡Claro que sí, ese era sólo el modelo beta! ¡Pero ahora está perdido, quién sabe dónde!

Tratamos de encontrar el control después de eso, incluso fuimos en plena noche a la escuela. Pero nada, ni rastro del control.

Miles halló una forma de poner un "seguro" a nuestros nuevos cuerpos para repeler la interferencia del control original. Así que de nuevo, todo salía bien para nosotros, pero... ¿Y el control?

———

Espero que hayas disfrutado esta historia tanto como yo disfruté escribiéndola. Si te gustó, no olvides darle follow y compartirla para que más gente la descubra. Siempre estoy abierto a sugerencias e ideas, así que si tienes alguna fantasía o escenario en mente, déjamelo saber en los comentarios o en mensajes.

Esta fue la quinta y última parte de "Switch Up", espero que les haya gustado, a mí me encantó escribirla, es mi proyecto más grande dentro de está comunidad y género, por el momento, la historia de Ethan, Miles y Logan ha llegado a su final, pero. Tener el control remoto me ha abierto una puerta a otras historias, así que he decidido hacer un spin off llamado: The Switch Club. Breves historias independientes o interconectadas entre sí para extender la fantasía de cambio de cuerpo en la preparatoria, espero que les guste lo que tengo planeado para ustedes

Nos vemos en la próxima historia… ¿Quién sabe qué cuerpo ocuparás esta vez?

———

[rowdy317]

Bear Filter 2

[lusty-stallion-deactivated20250]

Timothy finds a lamp

Timothy was your average skinny nerd, more engrossed in Dungeons & Dragons than the mundane realities of the world, but oh, how he yearned for the attention of the fairer sex. His days were spent lost in imaginary realms, battling dragons and casting spells, a hero in his own right within the confines of his mind. Yet, deep down, a desire burned within him, a longing to break free from the confines of his nerdy persona and captivate the attention of the girls he secretly admired.

Despite his penchant for fantasy worlds and epic quests, Timothy couldn't help but dream of being the charming protagonist in a real-life romance. The thought of a girl's gaze lingering on him with admiration, her laughter ringing like music in his ears, fueled his fantasies more than any magical adventure ever could. In the midst of his geeky pursuits, a hidden desire simmered, waiting for the moment to transform him from a mere dungeon master to a dashing hero in the eyes of the girls he longed to impress.

Timothy felt an urge to do something about his situation and found himself walking down from his apartment onto the high street where he stumbled into an antique store. Among the old stuff, he spotted a lamp that looked straight out of Aladdin. Intrigued, he reached out and gave it a rub, half expecting a genie to pop out in a puff of smoke. The tingling sensation in his fingers left him wondering if this lamp held the key to a magical adventure he never thought possible.

As Timothy's fingers brushed against the ancient lamp, a strange sensation coursed through him, as if the lamp itself was whispering to him, urging him to make a wish. In a moment of instinct, he closed his eyes and wished to be transformed into a vision of beauty - blonde hair like sunlight, and eyes as blue as the summer sky.

The tingling in his fingers intensified, a silent acknowledgment from the lamp that his wish had been heard. A sense of anticipation filled the air as Timothy awaited the fulfillment of his desire, wondering what changes this mystical lamp would bring upon him.

Timothy, found himself staring into an antique mirror after making the wish. To his astonishment, the reflection staring back at him revealed a striking figure with golden locks and piercing blue eyes, a stark contrast to his usual appearance. Little did he realize that his reflection held a gaze of its own, watching him with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine, hinting at a mysterious presence beyond his comprehension.

Timothy stood frozen in front of the antique mirror, his reflection undergoing a jaw-dropping transformation right before his eyes. The once slender figure now morphed into a muscular, beefed-up version, each muscle bulging with power and strength. A surge of desire ignited within him, a yearning to possess the same chiselled physique that now gazed back at him from the mirror.

As he gazed in awe at his reflection's newfound muscularity, a deep longing stirred within Timothy's heart. The sight of those defined curves and bulging muscles sparked a fire of determination within him, a burning desire to attain a similar imposing physique.

Timothy's gaze lingered on his reflection's newly acquired muscular physique, a transformation that stirred a mix of awe and desire within him. As he beheld the chiselled curves and bulging muscles that now defined his image in the mirror, a newfound sense of confidence blossomed within him. The thought of women finding him attractive because of his muscular build ignited a spark of hope and longing in his heart.

The sight of his reflection's powerful physique fueled Timothy's desire to be seen as desirable by women. The muscular silhouette staring back at him represented a version of himself that exuded strength and masculinity, qualities that he believed would captivate the attention and admiration of the fairer sex. With a newfound determination, Timothy yearned to embody that muscular ideal, convinced that it held the key to unlocking a world where women would find him irresistibly attractive.

Timothy's yearning to be liked by women fueled his wush, to transform into a muscular hunk, as reflected in the enchanted mirror. As he made the wish, a surge of power coursed through his body, initiating the metamorphosis. However, to his amazement, not only did he feel the transformation beginning, but he also witnessed his reflection's muscles growing exponentially, causing his clothes to strain and burst at the seams.

The sight of his reflection's explosive growth, tearing through fabric as his body expanded, sent a thrill of excitement and terror through Timothy. The reflection's muscular form evolving beyond imagination shifted Tim's vision of the masculine ideal beyond the size and strength he previously aspired to. In that moment, amidst the fabric-shredding spectacle, Tim knew he would never be weak and skinny again. Little did he know the lamp would alter more of his desires.

After the intense and intoxicating metamorphosis, Tim stood before the mirror as a colossal, over-muscular bodybuilder, his once skinny frame now replaced by a hunk of raw, masculine power. The reflection that once portrayed his nerdy self now showcased a vision of sheer dominance and physical prowess, a sight that left Tim in awe of his own transformation. The contrast between his former self and the muscular behemoth he had become was stark, yet undeniably captivating.

As Tim beheld his new, imposing physique, a surge of primal desire stirred within him, a yearning to be worshipped for the sheer magnificence of his muscular form. The reflection's muscularity receeded as it now took on his former frame. The power and strength that resonated deep within Tim's core, ignited a hunger for adoration and reverence from those around him. The newfound sense of dominance and physical superiority fueled his craving to be admired and idolized, to bask in the attention and admiration of others who would now see him as a god among men.

As Tim flexes, showcasing his massive, bulging muscles, a family unexpectedly walks into the room. The family consists of a girl, an older man, and a man around 20 with brown hair. The tension in the air is palpable as the family members take in the sight of Tim's imposing physique.

As Tim stands there, flexing his muscles with confidence and pride, he can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the reactions of the family members. The scene unfolds like a tableau of awe and admiration, with Tim at the center, exuding power and masculinity that captivates those around him.

The older man's eyes widen in surprise, a mix of shock and admiration crossing his face as he witnesses Tim's muscular display. The man around 20 with brown hair looks both impressed and slightly intimidated by the sheer size and definition of Tim's muscles. Meanwhile, the girl's gaze lingers on Tim's sculpted form, a hint of curiosity and fascination gleaming in her eyes.

Surprisingly, he found himself not desiring the girl's attention but rather being drawn to the young man with brown hair. The intensity of his gaze shifted towards the young man, feeling a magnetic pull towards his presence that stirred something deep within him.

As Tim's focus centered on the young man, a wave of unexpected desire washed over him, fueling a wish for the young man to also undergo a transformation into a muscle hunk like himself. Without a care as to the young man's sexual orientation or relationship to the woman, Tim knew what he wanted. The idea of sharing this newfound strength and power with the young man, and having a boyfriend to worship him, hoodwinked his morality.

Tim gazed intently at the young man with brown hair, feeling a surge of desire to see him transformed into a muscular hunk like himself. With a commanding tone, Tim made his wish known, "Grow into a powerful muscle hunk, just like me," he declared, his voice resonating with authority and determination.

As the wish took hold, the young man's muscles began to swell and expand, each fiber bulging with newfound strength and definition. His shoulders broadened, his chest expanded, and his arms thickened with raw, masculine power. The fabric of his clothes strained and tore as his body underwent a dramatic metamorphosis, the sound of shredding fabric echoing in the room.

The young man's transformation unfolded before Tim's eyes, a mesmerizing display of muscle growth and physical enhancement. With each passing moment, the young man's form evolved into that of a muscular hunk, mirroring Tim's own powerful physique. The sight of the young man's clothes disintegrating under the pressure of his expanding muscles only added to the intensity of the moment, creating a scene of raw, primal energy and masculine dominance.

The young man, now transformed into a muscular hunk, felt an instinctive pull towards Tim's powerful physique. As if driven by an irresistible force, he moved closer to Tim, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. Without hesitation, he leaned in to plant a kiss on Tim's sculpted chest, his hands tracing the contours of Tim's bulging muscles with reverence and awe.

In that moment of intimate closeness, the young man's actions conveyed a sense of reverence and admiration for Tim's muscular physique, a silent tribute to the power and strength that now defined both of them.

The young man's actions spoke of a deep-seated need to worship and pay homage to Tim's imposing form. His newfound muscularity seemed to have unlocked a primal urge to connect with Tim on a physical and emotional level, a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey they had embarked upon towards becoming muscular behemoths. His girlfriend and her father forgotten, he now knew his sexuality and he wasn't going to waste any more time.

As Tim and his lover, shared a passionate kiss, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw intensity of their connection. Their lips met with a hunger born of deep desire, each kiss a declaration of their profound bond. The taste of their mingled breaths was a symphony of longing and love, igniting a fire within them that burned with an unquenchable passion.

In that moment of intimate embrace, Tim felt his lover's touch reverberate through his entire being, stirring emotions that he had never known existed. As his lover's hands caressed Tim's muscular frame with a tenderness that spoke volumes, each touch a silent promise of devotion and adoration. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and affection that transcended the physical realm.

As they kissed, their souls intertwined in a passionate embrace, merging into a singular entity of love and lust.

As Tim basked in the afterglow of his passionate encounter with his new lover, a sense of exhilaration coursed through his veins. The thrill of transformation and exploration filled him with a heady excitement, igniting a spark of curiosity about who else he could change with his newfound powers. With a mischievous grin, Tim pondered the thrilling adventures that lay ahead, eager to continue his journey of self-discovery and transformation.

[daniexe23]

The Magic Bottle (Pt. 1)

Mario and Ramón were two children who were brothers and friends, one night their parents went out on a date and left their children alone at home.

The two played all over the house and corners until their parents came, but Mario accidentally opened his father's basement unintentionally. Their father told them never to go downstairs, Mario and Ramon curious went down to the basement and it was full of colored jars.

Mario found two jars, one red and one purple, he wanted to try them both but shared it with his brother Ramón.

Both brothers tried the jars, after taking the jars they felt strange and went to the top of their house, out of nowhere both boys began to grow.

Their bodies were filled with muscles, their arms lengthened, their shoes they both had were destroyed by their feet, while their cocks grew and were full of, their butts became big and juicy, now both boys are 20 years old, Mario and Ramon looked at each other, they were scared they didn't know what to do, they didn't know each other.

Out of nowhere, their heads began to hurt, forgetting their memories of how they were brothers instead their memories were replaced by some boys who were boyfriends, Mario began to hug his brother, while Ramon with the pain felt confused.

Ramón began to remember with his new memories that Mario was his boyfriend, then the two kissed on the mouth and both became hot, while Mario's hair turned black and stopped being blonde.

Both brothers, or rather, boyfriends kissed and took off their clothes to do dirty things with each other, with their new memories, they remembered what a hot and very hot couple were.

They both forgot who they really were, Juan and Miguel were a gay couple who were always very hot, they remembered that the house they were in was not theirs, so they left the place and went straight to their house, there they kissed and had sex all night, without remembering that they were children and that they were brothers.

[daniexe23]

The Magic Bottle (Pt. 1)

Mario and Ramón were two children who were brothers and friends, one night their parents went out on a date and left their children alone at home.

The two played all over the house and corners until their parents came, but Mario accidentally opened his father's basement unintentionally. Their father told them never to go downstairs, Mario and Ramon curious went down to the basement and it was full of colored jars.

Mario found two jars, one red and one purple, he wanted to try them both but shared it with his brother Ramón.

Both brothers tried the jars, after taking the jars they felt strange and went to the top of their house, out of nowhere both boys began to grow.

Their bodies were filled with muscles, their arms lengthened, their shoes they both had were destroyed by their feet, while their cocks grew and were full of, their butts became big and juicy, now both boys are 20 years old, Mario and Ramon looked at each other, they were scared they didn't know what to do, they didn't know each other.

Out of nowhere, their heads began to hurt, forgetting their memories of how they were brothers instead their memories were replaced by some boys who were boyfriends, Mario began to hug his brother, while Ramon with the pain felt confused.

Ramón began to remember with his new memories that Mario was his boyfriend, then the two kissed on the mouth and both became hot, while Mario's hair turned black and stopped being blonde.

Both brothers, or rather, boyfriends kissed and took off their clothes to do dirty things with each other, with their new memories, they remembered what a hot and very hot couple were.

They both forgot who they really were, Juan and Miguel were a gay couple who were always very hot, they remembered that the house they were in was not theirs, so they left the place and went straight to their house, there they kissed and had sex all night, without remembering that they were children and that they were brothers.

[male-masking-fantasy]

Zipping up…

[ononono111]

GYMANJI (MUSCLE GROWTH BY ONONONO)

This is no ordinary board game. Player beware, your body is at the mercy of the board and it's determined to make you huge. Henry unleashes a powerful chaos when he decides to play this mysterious game gifted to him by his friend, the librarian...Buckle up, this is one game night you'll never forget.

Watch the 12 minute growth film here: Patreon.com/ononono

[ononono111]

Muscle Growth Fantasies Do Come True. Watch the full film at : Ononono.co

[keozrb]

The Manliest Man : Turn 5

| Turn start | previous Turn | Next Turn |

Chapter 5: The Change Is Real

They didn’t speak much between turns anymore.

Something about the board — quiet, plain, sitting still on the table — felt heavier now. Like it was watching them. Waiting.

Ethan rolled first.

His piece — the little blue man-shaped token that now looked suspiciously like a cartoon version of himself — landed on another blue space.

Card drawn: “You’ve got the look… now you need the bod.”

“Shit,” Ethan muttered. “I knew it.”

Before anyone could comment, his body lurched.

It was like being inflated from the inside — not with air, but with power.

His frame stretched taller. He rose from a modest 5’9” to well over 6 feet in seconds. His torso lengthened. His arms extended. Then the muscle came — fast and everywhere.

Abs burst forth, sharp and symmetrical under his now-too-short shirt. Pecs filled out, lifting the fabric and tightening the collar. Biceps rounded, pulling at his sleeves. And behind him, his ass surged, thick and perfect, a bubble butt that strained the seat of his jeans and made him instinctively tug at the waistband.

“Whoa…” Noah said under his breath.

“Okay, okay, that’s stripper body,” Liam muttered.

Ethan ran his hand down his abs, his mouth slightly open. He looked confused. But not horrified. Not this time.

“I look… good,” he said softly.

No one disagreed.

Noah rolled next.

Another blue space. Another card.

Card drawn: “You look like you can lift.”

“Oh, come on—”

He barely finished the sentence before he exploded outward with muscle.

His arms bulged, then bulged again, sleeves tightening to the point of tearing. His traps rose, giving him a hulking neckless silhouette. His pecs stretched his shirt forward, large enough to rest a plate on. Even his legs widened, quads and calves swelling like he’d been lifting for years.

The first tear came from the shoulder seam. The second from under the armpit. By the time the third button popped clean off, they were all staring.

Noah looked down at himself, stunned. Then — slowly — he flexed one bicep.

It swelled like a bowling ball.

“Jesus,” Marcus whispered.

“You’re gonna explode out of that shirt next turn,” Liam said.

Noah didn’t answer. He just kept flexing. Watching the way his new body shifted under the strain.

Liam rolled third.

His piece landed on another blue square. He read the card aloud.

Card drawn: “You were built for this job.”

He grunted.

Then the growth hit him — not sleek and shredded like Ethan or massive like Noah — but thick, powerful, heavy.

His arms swelled, but they weren’t lean — they were meaty. His chest broadened, buttons pulling apart. His belly pushed forward, a heavy, solid gut that formed naturally under his pecs. The buttons on his shirt snapped off one by one, exposing a white undershirt now clinging to his thick torso. His thighs widened, waist grew thicker, and his hands seemed a size larger.

He looked… dense. Like a man who’d spent decades hauling steel and drinking beer on lunch break.

“Shit,” he muttered, gripping the table. “I feel… strong.”

“You look like you work a crane for fun,” Noah added.

Liam’s pants button finally gave up, and he casually undid it, sighing in relief.

“Better,” he mumbled, and reached for another slice of pizza.

Marcus rolled last.

He landed on blue, too. He didn’t flinch.

Card drawn: “You were a jock — now you need a jock’s body.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

The growth came hot and fast — his chest rose, arms thickened, and his shoulders squared into quarterback broadness.

His jeans tightened at the thighs. His upper arms strained the sleeves. His core remained tight and solid, like a man built to move fast and hit hard.

But it wasn’t just that.

His injured leg — the one still bandaged — felt... better.

The ache was still there, but no longer sharp. It moved easier. Carried weight again.

“It’s still bad,” he said, lifting it carefully. “But not as bad. I can walk on it.”

“You look like a QB now,” Liam said. “You even stand like one.”

Marcus flexed his hand, nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

They all sat there, breathing heavier. Bulkier. Stronger.

The game board didn’t glow. Didn’t hum. It was just cardboard and color.

But it had changed all of them.

And it was just getting started.

“What’s next?” Ethan asked, voice lower now. “What does this game want us to become?”

No one answered.

The next round was already waiting.

[keozrb]

The Manliest Man : Turn 4

| Turn start | previous Turn | Next Turn |

Chapter 4: No More Denying It

It was Ethan’s turn again. He picked up the card that slid out from the now all-too-familiar board and read it aloud with a half-smile.

“It takes a good look to do what you do…”

He blinked, confused.

“What’s that even supposed—”

Then Noah’s mouth dropped open.

“Dude,” he said, pointing at Ethan.

Marcus stared too. “What the hell?”

Liam dropped the half-eaten slice of pizza from his hand. “Your face.”

Ethan looked at them, startled, before jumping to his feet and bolting toward the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him. The room went silent.

Inside, Ethan leaned over the sink, staring into the mirror.

“What the f—”

He didn’t recognize the reflection. It wasn’t someone else’s face — it was still his — but now perfected. Sculpted jawline. Smooth skin. Symmetrical, defined features. Movie star eyes. A natural glow. His mouth hung open slightly as he slowly reached up to touch his own cheek.

“That’s me?”

Despite the fear tightening in his chest, something stirred under it. A quiet awe. He looked… amazing. Beautiful, even. He couldn’t look away.

Back in the living room, panic was setting in.

Marcus held up his injured leg. “I’m telling you guys, this game is doing something. Look at my leg! This bandage wasn’t here before. That card literally injured me.”

Liam shook his head, trying to stay grounded. “It’s just one bad space. Maybe it’s random—"

Marcus cut him off. “Go look in the mirror.”

Liam frowned.

“Go. Look. At. Your. Face.”

With a reluctant sigh, Liam stood and walked into the bathroom. Ethan stepped aside as Liam looked into the mirror.

He froze.

His beard had grey streaks in it. His jaw looked heavier, thicker. There were faint bags under his eyes and creases across his forehead. His face was broader — older.

“That’s not… I don’t look like that.”

He turned from side to side, poking his cheeks, rubbing his temples.

“No, no, no…”

He stormed back into the room, eyes wide. “Okay—no. This isn’t a joke anymore.”

Marcus pointed at the board. “Flip it over.”

Liam flipped the board. The underside was pitch black and textured like old leather. Embossed in gold were the only visible instructions:

Welcome to The Manliest Man – A Game for Men to Become the Manliest.

“That’s it?!” Liam shouted. “No ‘undo’? No exit?!”

“Maybe it’s like Jumanji,” Marcus said. “We finish, it resets.”

Noah was visibly anxious but trying to stay cool.

“There’s one way to find out.”

Before anyone could stop him, he rolled.

A red space.

A card slid out.

“Not natural.”

Noah frowned. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Then he gasped and spun around.

“Ow—what the hell!?”

There, sticking out of the top of his jeans, was a syringe, fully plunged.

He yanked it out. It was thick, heavy — and absolutely real. The label read:

“HGH / Testosterone Blend — Mass Protocol.”

“Who did this?!”

Everyone stared. No one had touched him.

“Dude,” Marcus said slowly, “are you juicing now?”

No one laughed. Noah sat down, silent. Staring at the syringe in his hands.

Then it was Liam’s turn.

He landed on a green space, and a pale white card slid out:

“Nothing beats a long day of work like good food.”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Guess I’m getting a cheeseburger?”

But moments later, his stomach rumbled.

Loudly.

“Seriously?”

He reached for another slice of pizza. Then a handful of chips. Then a can of soda.

The others were still panicking, but Liam just kept eating. And eating.

“Dude, slow down,” Noah said.

“I don’t know why I’m so hungry,” Liam muttered, licking his fingers. “I feel like I haven’t eaten all day.”

By the time Marcus’s turn came around, Liam had started rubbing his belly — which now visibly pushed against his waistband.

“Ugh. Pants are tight…”

He unbuttoned the top of his jeans without shame and reached for another plate.

Then Marcus moved his piece.

It landed on a strange, unlabeled special space, marked in heavy block letters:

HARD TIME

Marcus froze.

“Guys? This one doesn’t look good.”

A card slid out:

“Roll a die for hard time.” 1 – Blue player 2 – Green player 3 – Red player 4 – Black player 5 – Random 6 – All players

“Oh come on…”

He rolled.

6.

They all flinched — then all four jolted in unison.

The reaction was immediate: full, throbbing erections.

“What the—?” Noah groaned.

“Goddammit!” Marcus muttered, adjusting himself.

“This is messed up,” Liam grunted, crossing his legs awkwardly.

But Ethan — already blessed (or cursed) with his newly enhanced package — looked like he was in actual pain.

“Shit—ow—OW—”

He fumbled with his fly, unzipped, and yanked his waistband down.

His massive erection sprang free beneath his boxers, forming a sharp tent like a steel rod straining through fabric. Everyone saw it.

No one spoke.

Ethan turned crimson and hunched forward, hand shielding it uselessly.

“This game is actual hell.”

They sat in tense silence, all trying not to shift, not to breathe, not to comment on what they’d just seen.

The board sat still.

Waiting.

Round 5 was next.

And things were only going to get harder — in every sense of the word.