Be Careful What You Wish For

A collection of erotic gay transformation fiction. I do not own the images. Must be 18+ to enter~

[jhfic2]

I Fix Families

[Art by Tom of Finland.]

This story is my response to a non-anonymous request.

“My brother in law is super hot to me.”

My newest client had taken a seat in my office, I was sitting behind my desk, listening to his request.

“He’s trashy and kinky as they come, a true opposite of my nerdy, responsible husband.”

Looks like my newest customer wants to put his lust ahead of his marriage vows. Fidelity, it seems, means little in this day and age. Ah, well. Who am I to judge?

“I’ve always thought it would be really entertaining if he and my husband…” his voice trailed off and he cocked an eyebrow. The implication was clear. He wanted to fuck his brother in law and his husband together, and probably watch them fuck each other.

Hey, every man has his kinks. This dude is vanilla compared to some of the requests I receive. I think I can help him out, but not in the way he is expecting.

With these kinds of brother-to-brother situations, sometimes it’s most helpful to take a step back. Get a wider view. See the full array of opportunities. Starting with the family tree. Let’s edit it.

First off, I tweak his mom and dad. Formerly Jane and John Doe types, as plain as the day is long. No longer. Mom’s now a tall and gorgeous porn star, and dad is a giant, vascular weightlifter/model. Their kids will have no choice but to become striking manifestations of physical magnificence.

Now to the brothers. It looks like they’re born a few years apart, the husband is eldest and the tattooed, muscular brother in law was the baby of the family. It looks like only the husband is gay, but that’s before I make some changes.

Now they’re twins. Both are now muscular adonises. One - the brother in law - covered with tattoos and hair spread thoroughly across his engorged muscles. The other - the husband - a smooth and shining beast. But both are stunningly handsome. Both maximized their genetics to build mind boggling muscle from head to foot. Both are magnificently endowed with meaty cocks and plump balls - the brother in law uncut and pierced, the husband cut. Their masculinity is off the charts.

I save the edits and close my family tree editor. I set the activator to switch to the new reality in five minutes.

My client will surely be surprised. Maybe once he sees how his husband has changed he won’t desire his brother in law any longer. Maybe he will still want to be fucked by both of them. Maybe he will just want to watch them fuck each other, so identical yet so different. Each one muscled up into an ideal specimen, one yin, one yang. Two wangs.

In either case, my work here is complete. Time to assess my fee. Starting with an all-nighter in the penthouse suite at the Ritz Carlton with all three of them.

It’s good to be me.

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[chaoticdjinn]

Hello there. Just an Asian guy who thinks you do amazing work. Which brings me to my request. I'm always the shortest, scrawniest guy in a group of people and many Asian guys probably have the same problem. Could you just siphon the size out of all the bigger guys and make the Asian stereotype so that we are huge, muscular and hung like horses. I'll just go ahead and offer you the intelligence of the Asian stereotype for it.

I like this wish, I can really see it going places. That said, I’m not so sure about the giving up intelligence as a form of payment. Inscrutable Djinn that I am, I think I have an idea that will make us both happy in the end. Now just close your eyes and let me get to work. When you next open your eyes you’re laying on your back in a warm, comfortable bed. Looking around you can see all the trappings of your bedroom, just as it’s always been, save for a few special additions. There’s a tub of protein powder and a blender bottle on your nightstand, an essential to your life since you always wake up so hungry. There’s also a suit hung up, all pressed and ready to go in your open closet, another necessity in your daily life. You yawn and stretch and extend an arm to your tub of protein to make your shake. It’s as big as ever, even though you haven’t worked out a day in your life. 

Something just happens to Asian guys when they start puberty. They pack on muscle and brainpower at a pretty extraordinary rate. The most amazing thing is they don’t even have to do anything for it. No studying needed, no dumbbells lifted, by the time they’re eighteen every single Asian dude is ripped and brilliant.  It’s a good thing too, because somewhat of a reverse situation happens to everyone over that same timeframe. The with every year past eighteen they become dumber and hornier than the year before,  to the point that most guys can hardly do anything more than very basic math once they’re twenty five.  So it’s up to the super-buff, super-smart Asian dudes to keep the world going. You yourself have a pretty important job, as you run an massive company that keeps most of the nation flush with lightning fast internet connections and other technical necessities for the day and age. True the non Asian population uses the internet mostly for dumb fail videos and porn, but it keeps them happy, and that’s an important part of a functioning society. You think for a moment as you let out a loud belch after finishing your shake, about your other Asian friends and the jobs they have. 

You sometimes wonder about your best friend from high school, thinking that it’s pretty wild how his bulky form doesn’t impede his job.  When you think “world renown surgeon” the part of your mind that remembers the old world thinks of thinner, much older men, whos fingers are slim and tapered, and whos bodies are completely lacking in the bulging muscle that covers your friend. The main part of your brain however knows that’s a completely wild thought. No one in their right mind would trust a surgeon who wasn’t totally shredded. Muscle and mind go hand in hand after all.  You let out another loud yawn and stretch your powerful body out before heading to the washroom to get in a quick shower before work. There standing in front of the mirror is a man you don't recognize for a split second. 

Your mind quickly fills in the blank however, telling you this is obviously your boyfriend. He’s hardly got an ounce of muscle on him and so of course he’s dumb as a brick, but you love him anyway. He’s so enthralled with taking pictures of himself with the new Face App your company developed that he doesn’t even notice you come in.  It’s probably for the best though since it gives you a little bit to decide if you can spare the time to fuck him before you go. If you don’t send him out of the room before you strip off your boxers you’ll be spending the next fifteen minutes minimum with his mouth or ass glued to your thick, eight inches.  I’ll leave things here for you, with the first big decision of your new, responsibility heavy life all ready for you. Hope you enjoy the world I've described, cuz it’s the only one you’ve got as it were. Source Source

[chaoticdjinn]

I'm a very skinny guy, but I've always wanted to feel big and strong. I've never been able to grow a single hair on my body, can you help me become the strong hairy bear I've always wanted to be?

I’d stop with that “hey im a skinny guy talk” right now if I were you. Once people get a look at you there’s no way any of them are going to believe you were ever anything other than a bulging, husky dude from the word go.

Now I know what you’re probably thinking, sure you’ve got way more muscle than before, but it doesn’t seem very practical. Sure your gait is stuck as a permanent waddle, and you can’t wash your own back, or even scratch the top of your own head, but you *look* impressive and intimidating, and that’s what matters for your new line of work. On that note it’s probably prudent that I explain what i’ve done with the mental side of you. You’re mostly the same person inside, just with some blocks, and new urges. You can remember what you used to do for work before this, for example, but if you try and think on it too hard, say, hard enough to actually try and go back to it, your head gets all foggy and you feel like going to the gym or wolfing down a few rotisserie chickens instead.

Right, so your new job. With a body that intimidating but ultimately kind of clunky ,the best job I could see for you was working as security. So that’s what you do. You work basically just entails you standing around, looking huge and intimidating. It’s not such a bad job really. You keep the club safe so everyone inside can have a good time without worrying, and then there’s the perks.

There’s quite a few regulars at the clubs you work at who are more than a little into your muscles. Very few nights go by without you getting some kind of action. There’s actually a little game you play some nights when you’ve had a couple drinks after your shift. A group of guys will get on their hands and knees and take turns blowing you while you try and guess who’s who. You can't see a thing past your massive muscle gut, so the only things you have to go on is the feel of their mouth and their technique. Whoever you guess correctly has to bottom for you, and the ones you get wrong, well they give your hole a nice nice working over. As far as your concerned you come out a winner either way, all those roids you take really keep your sex drive turned up to eleven.

Hope you enjoy your new, muscle bound life man. Don’t hesitate to ask if you ever get bored with being a waddling sex magnet. ___  Like my work and want to see more? I’ve moved over to Sponsus!Take a look if you want access to over 100 full length stories!https://sponsus.org/u/chaoticdjinn

[chaoticdjinn]

Oh lord, he found Liquify.  What if Tom was a little buffer? What if Dean had literally ALL the chin?

[chaoticdjinn]

Now with 20% less giant head 

[chaoticdjinn]

I Think this is a bit better? I’m certainty doing more steps than before.  Gradient or no gradient? 

[chaoticdjinn]

Welp, after watching some guides and getting some tips from a friend i THINK this is a bit better/the best I'll be able to accomplish for now.

[chaoticdjinn]

Welp. Since writing has been hard for me lately (not giving up, just going real slow) i’ve decided to try and learn head swapping/morphing with some of my free time. Not great, but I think it’s pretty good progress given how my first “attempt” (see first picture) went.

[chaoticdjinn]

I’m a 21 year old, 5’6, 165 college student from Boston. I’ve always thought of myself as kind of stocky for my size (wide shoulders), and I’ve always been told I “seem really straight,” but I have a nice ass and my 6.5 inches gets the job done but it’s not a monster. I’ve always been at a weird crossroad between accepting being a Twink without the personality and wanting to be that big dicked hairy stud that oozes dominance. Can you help me, Djinn?

Ask anyone who takes a look at your Instagram, will be 100% sure you’re as straight as they come. You’ve got all the trademarks of a basic, buff, straight dude when you get right down to it. Your page is a shrine to your gains at the gyms, the parties you rock out at, and all the stupid shit you and your bros get up to. In-person, however, it’s a bit of a different story.

Sure, you do all the things you post about in your Insta, but you’re a lot less...passing when you’re in motion as opposed to captured in a single frame. It’s the reason you NEVER post videos and make sure your friends do the same. You’re a lot more....fabulous in motion as it were. The way you sway your hips back and forth when you walk, the constant flapping of your wrist as you talk, the way your voice despite its deep pitch and profound Boston accent always perks up at the end of your sentences. It's insanely obvious which side your bread is buttered on, but because that side of you never shows up online, your followers are mostly horny women enjoying the fantasy you've constructed for them.

It's funny really. There's a slew of busty, horned up women out there wanting to be your girlfriend, while in reality, you're more or less someone's girlfriend when you get right down to it.

Johnny is what you appear to be online, only he passes outside of pictures. Hell, even people who've known him casually for years are one hundred percent convinced he's straight, just that his best friend is a monumentally queeny dude. It's not as if he's ashamed of it or anything. He's gay and proud, it's just that he's kind of a private person as far as his romantic side goes. When the two of you are out together you're undoubtedly the best of friends, but it comes off as a gay dude lusting over his completely oblivious straight bestie rather than the true intimate pairing that you are. It's kind of romantic in a way though. The two of you are truly best friends, as well as perfectly compatible sexual partners. That's something lots of people spend their entire life searching for.

So, if you're best friends in public, just what are you behind closed doors? Well, despite his gruff outward appearance, Johnny is a pretty big romantic. Flowers, chocolates, even a few clumsily written poems. Of course, you return his feelings, but romance isn't quite how you express yourself. Your style is more to slather yourself in body oil, throw on a pair of cute underwear and tease Johnny until he finally relents and gives you the passionate, powerful pounding that your hole craves.  You're a slut to be sure, but you're his slut. No other dick does anything close to what Johnny's does to you, and that's how you know that he's the one you're meant to be with.

Dates out on the town vary wildly depending on which one of you planned it. When it's your turn, you drag Johnny out to drag shows, kink clubs, and every romantic comedy or musical that's playing at the nearby theaters. You're a bro sure, but when you're out on a date with your man you like to let your hair down and have fun.  Johnny, on the other hand, takes you to places like Buffalo Wild wings, paintballing, or monster truck rallies.  Those kinds of dates are a little less romantic to you, but you enjoy them just the same.

I hope this is what you wanted, as your wish was a little vague. I get that you were tired of feeling caught between two lives and this might seem kind of similar, but I can assure you, it's different. You're still somewhat of a misclassification and seem caught between two worlds but I can assure you, you have ZERO regrets about your life, and you know EXACTLY who you are. Source ___  Like my work and want to see more? I’ve moved over to Sponsus!Take a look if you want access to over 100 full length stories!

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[chaoticdjinn]

Love your past lumberjack tf story! It's so hot to see mind changing and reality shifting. How about a dumb construction worker tf with dumbing down and memory altering?

https://muscle-bear-servicer.tumblr.com/You know, there are some days where I’m right there with you, especially given what’s been going on in the world during the cursed year that is 2020. Being dumb and happy and blissfully aware sounds really tempting at times, doesn't it? With that in mind, I've deiced to send you to a reality where it's appropriate for everyone to be dumb and happy all the time, because there are no real problems to worry about.

You look grumpy in the picture, sure, but that’s only because one of your buddies asked you to give him a smile and you felt like being goofy. It’s the typical mood for you, and most of the people around you to have. Whatever you’re faced with, no matter how dull or boring, you have fun with it, one way or the other.

Take your job for instance. You wouldn’t think there’d be much fun to have building and repairing roads, but you generally have a blast. Sometimes you show up in funny outfits, like the time you dressed up as a french maid, or that one time you came to work wearing only your PPE and tool belt. Other times you just strut around making dumb jokes at everything you see. Jackhammers in particular are a constant source of what are in your mind, hilarious innuendos for obvious reasons. You’re not the only one who does stuff like that either. Your crew, or rather, the world is full of people who are always looking for a way to make a good time out of otherwise boring situations.

After work no one really needs to make their own fun, it’s everywhere you look. Outdoor concerts and spur of the moment barbecues happen pretty much every day in every city across the globe. A part of you seems to remember something called winter where people had to stay home more often and dress in big, puffy layers when they ventured outside. It’s not a memory anyone else really seems to have. It just doesn’t make sense. You actually tried running the hazy thought behind your husband one time and he thought it was a really stupid idea. How would you be able to drink and party outside in clothes that showed off your labour forged muscles if it were that cold outside?

That was all it took to get you to smile and nod in agreement. It would be pretty dumb for it to not be spring or summer. It’s just a bit of a reminder to you about how lucky you are to have someone as smart as him in your life. Obviously, in comparison to the original Earth, you're from he's about as smart as a sack of bricks and twice as dense, but in this world, he’s a pretty clever guy.

There’s actually one of the weirder things about your marriage, how much smarter than you he is. He’s the one who told you that the two of you were married and you just must have forgotten. It makes sense though. You and everyone around you are always in a constant state of low key drunkenness because of all the beer you drink. It’s hard to not be constantly drunk, really. Beer comes out of faucets, falls from the sky, forms the lakes and rivers that dot the land. There are times when you feel like you might be able to be just a bitttt smarter if you had something else to drink, but then you just have another beer and forget about it.

You were pretty surprised to find out from your husband that you’re a total bottom too. Everyone in the world is gruff and big, but you’re a little more jacked and macho looking than a fair amount of the guys out there, including your husband if you’re being honest with yourself. But hey, your husband’s a lot smarter than you as we just discussed, so you don’t give it that much thought. Besides, you really like the feeling of his thick, eleven inches sliding in and out of your tight, hairy hole. In fact, as much as you love the constant concerts, barbecues and parties of the world, your favourite thing to do in the whole world is to go home, lie on your back with the Fast and the Furious playing in the background and stare into your husbands dull, somewhat vacant eyes as he pounds you for hours on end.

That’s the way you fall asleep most nights. The sound of action movies roaring in the background, the smell of musk and sweat all around you, and your husband’s dick sliding in and out of your ass while occasional drops of drool fall down and splatter your chest. It’s a simple life, it’s a good life. It’s the life you asked for. Source ___ Like my work and want to see more? I’ve moved over to Sponsus! Take a look if you want access to over 100 full length stories!

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[chaoticdjinn]

I am turning 31 in a few days, can you make it more exciting for me?

You want some excitement, huh? I think I  can do that. I decided to go in blind with this one, meaning I didn’t go looking through your life and history to get a feel for what you might enjoy. No, this time I went for what I thought *I* might like.  Hopefully there’s a bit of mutual satisfaction gained, but, if not, I won’t be losing much sleep over it. After all, I’m not the one who wished themselves into a completely different world.

Happy birthday to you! Thirty is a little bit of an awkward time in life, don’t you think? You’re too old to really be considered a young adult anymore, but you’re not old enough to be taken seriously by the other “real” adults in the world. With this in mind, I decided to skip you ahead to forty-one, I hope you don’t mind. Don’t worry though, I’m not heartless or anything. I didn’t steal ten years form you. From the ages of forty one to fifty, you’ll age at about half the normal rate until you reach fifty. After that, you’ll resume aging at the normal human rate. Your birthday party is a lot of fun, from my position as an outside observer anyway. That’s you in the middle, getting your salt and pepper hair licked, in case you’re wondering. The other two people are whoever your best friends are, they’ve been given the same deal as you... In fact, all the men in your social circle have been aged up to forty or so for the sake of your special day. It’s the pub crawl to end all pub crawls, with burly bears as far as the eye can see. Beer is the beverage of choice across the board, although there’s plenty of scotch and even a little bit of brandy too.  Vodka always struck me as a bit of a club boy drink, so I've made it so none of you really have a taste for it anymore. As everyone in your social circle is a horny older bear now, there’s obviously sex going on everywhere you look. Everyone’s pretty popular with one-another, but as the birthday boy, you’re the hottest commodity there is.   I wasn’t sure about where you fell on the top/bottom, dominant/submissive so I’ve just made you profoundly versatile, in all ways. Someone wants to power top you? You’re game. Someone want’s you to engage in some pup play with them? You just ask “Where’s my hood at?”. So, as you can imagine, you’ll be having a pretty eventful day satisfying the needs of everyone around you, which is of course, a great source of pleasure for you. You’re not expected to go to work the day after your birthday, so feel free party as hard as you like so long as is it doesn't turn into a forty eight hour thing. Being the head of a fairly major marketing firm is a pretty intense job, so showing to work hungover would be a pretty big no no. Just don’t look to me for advice about how to run the place. I only picked the title because it sounded appropriately forty something, so it’ll be up to you to do your research and try to fake your way through the position I've given you.Don’t worry about it too much though. As you can see I've given you a pretty good body, and as it’ll age at half the normal rate, you’ll be able to fall back onto an Only Fans account for income if your high stakes job doesn’t pan out. 

Speaking of not panning out...i’m not sure if you were in a relationship before, but I just sort of did a hard reset on that for you. You’re single and ready to mingle. Being as hot and as charismatic as you are, you’ll have an easy time finding someone to woo and settle down with., provided that’s what you want. If you had a partner I can feel for that, but hey, falling in love all over again could be pretty fun, right? So happy birthday dude, hope it was a good one ;) Source ___

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[chaoticdjinn]

I’ve never quite been able to grow much body hair, and I always feel so envious whenever I see someone with a thick beard or ever just a fuzzy chest. I’d love some more hair and maybe even some muscle, too.

Ask and you shall receive, just know there are no refunds, returns or  exchanges.

You wake up in the morning, your chest feeling heavy, scratchy and completely unlike its usual self. Opening your eyes, the first thing you see are the massive, hairy mounds that have replaced your usual flat, smooth chest.  When you sit up in shock, their weight along with the surprise momentum is too much and you actually tip forward, face thumping on the mattress below.

Steadying yourself more carefully this time, you manage to sit up properly and get a good look at just what you’re dealing with...or at least, part of it. You can’t see anything below your now massive, hairy pecs. With awkward, clumsy steps, you get up out of bed and waddle over to your washroom and get a look at your new body for the first time.

You can’t help but gasp when you see your new body. It’s everything you’ve looked at and lusted over and then some, ESPECIALLY in the chest area.  Running your now wider hands along your furry pecs, you let out a low, shaking moan. They’re more sensitive than they’ve ever been in your life....so sensitive, in fact, that they might give the head of your cock a run for its money. 

Suddenly, your eyes catch the clock and you’re overcome with a deep sense of anxiety. You’re going to be late for work if you don’t get a move on. You find yourself putting on your regular clothes, save for being in a larger size, and from what you can tell, your job has remained unchanged by your wish. Rather than driving to work, however, you find yourself head out the door in a loud, clumsy jog. 

You’re keenly aware just how much your pecs are bouncing with each and every step, but you can’t stop yourself from trudging on. You’re already several blocks from your house when you realize that your top has changed since you left the front door. The neck has dipped down into a dramatic U, giving the world full view of your trembling, fuzzy pecs.  

You’re only just starting to get used to the idea of running with your tits hanging out for all to see when something even weirder happens. The men you jog past start to cat call you. They whistle, hoot and shout invitations for you to come back to their place sometime, some even meet your eyes and your body nods back, giving them the green light to reach out and grope your sweat-slick pecs as you run on by.

You’re so embarrassed by the time you get to work that you’re all the way to your cubicle before you realize, your clothes have changed once more. They’ve shifted to a dark blue deep U shirt along with a tiny pair of cloth shorts, also in blue.  The stranger sitting in your cubicle gives you a bit of a look, as if he’s expecting you to do something. That’s when you remember! You were in such a hurry to start your rounds that you totally forgot your mail cart. What good’s a mail boy without his mail?

You give a nervous little chuckle and jiggle your pecs at the man in the cubicle.

“Just one of those mornings… Sorry, i’ll be back with your mail in a second.”

The man just gives a little laugh and nods, slapping your ass when you turn to leave, forcing another moan out of your mouth. You’d been so forused on your new pecs that you didn’t realize just how sensitive your ass is now, but you don’t have time to deal with that right now, there’s mail to be delivered!

You spend the rest of the morning walking through the office, handing out mail and receiving gropes, pinches and slaps in return, which always gets a flatted moan or giggle out of you in response.   By the time lunch rolls around, you’re so worked up that you’re ready to burst out of your shorts. It’s a good thing the mail room is pretty deserted around this time of the day, it would make the slew of guys who’re about to start dropping by to tit fuck you a lot more conscious otherwise.

Well, I should let you go and enjoy your new life, hope it’s something along the lines of what you were wanting. If not, I'm always here for more wishes. Source _____

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[chaoticdjinn]

So the office jock keeps making fun of me because he found out I'm a slight gainer (just chubby) and pup. He doesnt say anything around others and is generally nice but makes comments when alone together, which is a lot and makes the girls jealous. Hes a bit taller and in general bigger than me with his feet and hands(which could be bigger to me). I wish I knew if he was dominant and a feeder and was into me. I wouldnt want to make him something hes not and would transfer away if I'm wrong.

Well after doing a short bit of research into the situation, I regret to inform you that the guy you’ve got your eye on isn’t actually a gainer, nor is he really into guys. Nope, turns out hes a average guy who’s giving you a bit of a hard time in a good-natured way, at least from his point of view. That said, it would be a shame to just full on tell you I can’t grant your wish. Not good for my image either.

As a compromise I've done some digging through the cosmos and found what i’m sure you’ll agree is a nice compromise. You see, there are essentially an endless number of universes out there, each with their own variances. Some are minor, some are pretty major. The world I've found for you is somewhere in between.

Unlike the version of your crush that you’re used to, this one is full on gay and very much into the idea of pups and helping them grow. In this world the teasing was overtly playful and the two of you hit it off pretty quick. After a few nights out on the town you guys decided to take the plunge and moved in together , or rather, you sold all your property and possessions and moved in with him.

Being someone’s  pup in this world is pretty serious business you see.  You still have all your rights at the end of the day, but you willingly give them up to your master for as long as you desire. At home you’ll be all pup all the time: Hood, Paws, Pads, Harness, the whole nine yards.  Now, here’s where things get a little bit, unique as far as this world goes.  When you’re at home you’re full on gainer mode, with your gut sticking out and jiggling as you happily bound about your pup life.  When you go in public for anything other than a walk or to relieve yourself you’ll be expected to dress and act like a regular human.  It’s more or less a matter of “Not all pups are gainers, but all gainers are pups” so the gut is a dead give away.

That’s where some of this worlds newer technology comes in:

Your owner can shift you from wide in the chest  to bursting at the gut with the push of a button, allowing you to seamlessly shift from pup to handler status when the need arises, like when you leave for work in the morning. You both still keep your same jobs, but your money is deposited directly into his account. Don’t worry though, he really does love you, so you’ll be well taken care of.  He’s still got a mischievous streak for sure though and you might find yourself busting out of your work clothes in front of every now and then, just to remind everyone of their place in the world.

Hope you enjoy your new life. Try not to worry too much about the version of you from this world that you’ve switched places with, he’s a good boy and pretty easy going so i’m sure he’ll find someone to take care of him.

Source _____

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[chaoticdjinn]

Asks are open!

Send in those asks! Only thing i ask is they aren’t anon so i can tell if people are double dipping!  Don’t get me wrong, im more than  happy to answer more than one ask per person, i just want to make sure i don’t do multiple in a row for one person while ‘ignoring’ another. 

[chaoticdjinn]

I’m big, but wish I was bigger. Immobile even. Can you help?

You know, given that you and I have talked before and you didn’t just, straight up demand wishes from me, I think i’m going to do you a solid and not go full tilt on this one. It’s partly nice sure, but I’ve always thought it’s most fun to watch watch people actively choose the path that destroys the person they used to be. A perfectly aged fifty year old scotch appears before you in a bottle of dark, twisting amber. The smell that issues out of the unstopped bottle forms a deep, heady aroma that invades every inch of your senses. You know this is no ordinary drink, and you find yourself having to fight against the urge to just grab the bottle and chug it down.  Erring on the side of caution, which is always wise when dealing with magical alcohol, you take out a rocks glass and pour yourself a couple fingers of the dark, bronze liquid. Bringing the glass up to your lips you can hardly stop your hands from shaking with excitement. Something tells you that once you take the first sip, everything you’ve been working for is going to hurtle towards you at breakneck speed. The first sip hits you like smooth, burning fire, traveling down your throat and spreading though your every limb. Whatever restraint you had before fades away and you down the glass in one, gulping swig.  The changes are upon you the instant the last drop trickles down your throat. You feel your body bulge and swell out, ripping your clothes to shreds. You ‘re  overwhelmed by sensation that comes after a hard workout, its intensity bring you to your knees. The feeling grows and fades, grows and fades, repeating the process  thousands of times as the seconds tick by. Sweat is pouring off your body in rivers, your heart feels like its about to beat out of your chest, and your vision is nothing but mess of blurry swirls. You can feel your flesh bubbling and bulging out, and just when it feels like you can’t possibly take anymore, it all comes to a halt. Even though it’s been less than a few minutes you feel like you’ve just stepped out of a marathon workout that started sometime around the turn of the last century. Heaving yourself up off the ground, which is no easy feat, you’re able to regain some sense of the world, watching as shapes and forms come back into view.  Looking down at your new form, you can’t help but gasp.

You’ve gotten big...impossibly big in only a matter of minutes. The clothes that ripped off you have reformed as best they can into a basic jeans and t shirt ensemble. You realize, with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment that you’re for sure going to need help getting out of them, unless you want to try just ripping them off.  With another twinge of mixed emotion you can feel the string of your new Lycra thong wedged between your gigantic ass cheeks, while the front of it struggles to contain your soft ten inches.  Despite your tools new, massive size, it’ll probably be easier for you to get fucked then be the one doing the fucking. Between the muscle gut and your new, award gait, leaning against a wall and taking it is going to be a lot easier than getting into position and keeping the tempo with your thrusts. Obviously whatever career you had going for you is pretty much off the table given your new size. You’re not immobile just yet, but you’re pretty much the definition in of a bull in a china shop. The only jobs I can think of you being able to fill are Only Fans whore and MAYBE something on a construction site...maybe as the wrecking ball? On the note of you not being immobile just yet, like I said, I didn’t go ham on this one, not exactly. Your first glass did this to you, and from as far as you can tell there’s another 3 glasses worth in the bottle. Enough to make yourself even bigger and then bring someone else up to you size, or enough to make yourself a truly unnatural, immobile freak. The decision is  entirely up to you. Source ____ Like my work and want to see more? I’ve moved over to Sponsus! Take a look if you want access to over 100 full length stories!https://sponsus.org/u/chaoticdjinn

[chaoticdjinn]

Hello, can you make me look better with a thong?

Ah, vague wishes, they really are some of my favourites. I can certainly do that for you You wake up in a haze of soreness tempered with a dull, throbbing pleasure resonating from your hole.  You think it’s a little odd, the position you wake up in I mean. You’re laying prone on your stomach with your arms stretched up over your head. You don’t have long to contemplate this however as your body rises up on its own, taking a submissive, seductive potion, with your ass wiggling in the air.

Moments after that you hear the door to your room open and feel the vibration of heavy foot falls making their way towards your bed. You don’t look towards the source of the sound, it’s not your place to do so. All you do is wait, then let out a sharp hiss of pained delight when a calloused hand moves the back of your thong over to the side and a thick, stout cock slides into your waiting hole. 

There’s no romance or love in the act that follows, but that just makes it better for you somehow. Knowing you’re not supposed to look at the men who use your hole, you’re left to either keep your face burred in your pillow, or to stare at your own shaking abs and rock hard 3 inches.  Its obvious from what you can see of yourself, and the sounds of pleasure your ass is causing for the gentlemen above you that you are compliantly more handsome and in better shape than before. You find yourself not really caring how you look in the grand scheme of things though. As long as you’re hot enough to attract guys to keep your hole nice and pounded throughout the day you’re a happy camper. The man leaves his load inside you and slips out, giving your ass a firm pat before uttering a gruff “See you tomorrow.” You’re left with a hollow, empty feeling throughout your body in the minutes that follow. You start to doubt what little you knew about yourself in this new world. Are you really good looking?  If that was true then surely your ass would be full at this very moment.   The thought’s and doubts don’t last very long however as you hear another man enter your room. This one smelling freshly washed compared to the other’s heady musk, and his dick is longer, though a fair bit thinner than your previous partner. It’s all the same to you though. You buck your hips and let out soft, submissive moans while this new man uses your hole. You feel confidence surge back to you, your mood improving instantly. Of course you’re handsome, you’ve got a hot man with an even hotter dick plowing at your hole.  A few memories of your previous life flash through your thoughts, standing in sharp contrast with the life you live now. Your life was formerly full of so much variety, but along with it came so much stress and uncertainty. This life is easier. You’re handsome enough that you’re taken care of by those around you. You put your ass up, they give you attention and leave their loads and dollar bills behind. Once you’ve made enough you know you’ll shower, eat, work out and go hit the hay early, eager to start on another day in your new life.  Source _____  Like my work and want to see more? I’ve moved over to Sponsus! Take a look if you want access to over 100 full length stories! https://sponsus.org/u/chaoticdjinn