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Transformation stories/ historias de temas de transformación.

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Hola! antes tenía otra cuenta pero perdí acceso a ese perfil. Aquí encontrarás historias de temas de:

#bodyswap #gaytostraight #Straighttogay #dumbingdown #weightgain #fartkink y tal vez más...

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Hi!, I previously had another account but I lost access to that profile. Here you will find stories on topics of:

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Hey. Took a break.

Indeed still kinda on it cause this is not a new story but a traslation to English of - i Think - my first post, but it fits the holidays, so, enjoy!.

An straight-foward Halloween

Marco and Jalil lived together in their cute and tidy apartment. Every Halloween, they used to make a splash at parties with elaborate costumes. However, this year they had decided on a less produced, but still fun, Halloween costume: the two boyfriends would dress up as straight men.

It was a stupid idea, but everyone loves a good satire.

Jalil had opted for a pair of Bermuda shorts and a national soccer team jersey. Marco, on the other hand, was wearing some baggy sweatpants and a white, sleeveless undershirt that he had also dyed a yellowish-brown in the armpit area to make it look like a sweaty tank top. Everything had been bought at second-hand stores. Including a really weird bazar.

“It looks amazing, 'Bro',” joked Marco, giving his boyfriend a slap on the butt.

Right after that slap, Jalil’s backside released a short but audible fart. The young man immediately blushed as the fart echoed on the living room.

“Haha, someone is getting way too much into character,” his boyfriend quipped.

“Yeah... I don't know what happened, I'm sorry Bro, I mean, honey,” he replied, feeling a little confused.

“Don't worry, honey...” Marco gave his boyfriend a kiss, not knowing it would be their last. He soon wrinkled his nose; a rancid stench was invading his nostrils. It was Jalil's fart.

He didn't want to show it and make his boyfriend uncomfortable, but that gas smelled too awful. It was quite surprising; he had never smelled his boyfriend stink like that. In fact, he thought it was the first time Jalil had ever farted in front of him. To avoid making his boyfriend uncomfortable, but escape the stench, Marco walked to the bathroom.

Once there, he inhaled deeply, but another equally rancid smell invaded his nostrils. He started searching for the source and realized it was coming from the fake sweat stains on his tank top. But it was impossible... he had made them with food coloring, water, and vanilla extract...

However, the more he sniffed, the more sure it was there from where the smell was coming from. He couldn't go to the party smelling like that! So, he took off his shirt and decided he would also wear a soccer jersey, like Jalil. Even without a shirt, the stench followed him. He sniffed again and realized the stench was now coming directly from his armpits. He took a direct whiff to his pit, and the odor of an athlete after a game invaded him. Something very strange was happening.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Jalil was constantly scratching his crotch. There was something in those short pants that was causing a persistent itch. And that could only be resolved in one way: Jalil shoved a hand into his underwear and scratched hard. When he finished, letting out a sigh of relief, he felt curious to smell his fingers for some reason... so he did. A scent of old, damp sweat invaded his nostrils.

“Maybe I need a shower... maybe,” he thought and laughed.

Soon, an enormous "PRRRRRIFFRRRFRRRRPT" was heard from the bathroom.

Marco was having an uncontrollable amount of gas. Jalil laughed, feeling even a little humiliated; that one had certainly beaten his.

“Nice one, honey... I mean, Bro!” Jalil yelled, correcting himself the opposite way this time.

Soon, Marco opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, and the stench invaded the entire apartment, and that sell the deal, changing them forever. This time neither of them wrinkled their noses. They both inhaled that masculine smell that reminded them so much of a locker room after practice, the smell of the couch when they hung out to play video games—what they considered the smell of manliness. All new memories were implanted by that very scent that was altering everything in them.

Marcos and Jalil were no longer that tidy, cultured gay couple; now they were two dirty, sloppy, brainless, slightly homophobic best friends, two bros who lived together because they were the only ones capable of putting up with each other's stench and mess. The rainbow flag that decorated their room disappeared, the decorative pop artist posters changed to calendars featuring big-breasted women in bikinis, the fridge filled with beer cans, the floor with empty cans and dirty clothes, and that stench spread throughout the house as if it had always been there, because now it had—it had always been there.

Marco made a bow, joking, though he truly was proud of himself, sure that fart had been audible all the way to their queer neighbor's room. He put on his soccer jersey, and they were both ready.

This year, the two friends had decided to wear their soccer uniforms as a costume. It wasn't a very creative costume, but they weren't very creative either, and it's not like their straight friends at the party they were going to would care.

“Ready, bro?”

“Always am bro.”

Marco playfully slapped his best friend on the butt, to which he responded with a loud and smelly fart. But this time there were no kisses or embarrassment, only laughter, like the good straight soccer players they were.

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Smell of sleepwalking

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A loud sound wakes me up. I immediately notice that my boyfriend of 6 months, Diego, is gone. We’ve been dating around 4 months and this is the first night he’s sleeping over.

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Another loud sound comes from somewhere in my apartment. I climb out of bed to investigate and find Diego. 

Diego is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. He’s Mexican with a strong body and broad shoulders. He has short black hair and emerald eyes. He’s taller than me at 6 foot 1. He also has a firm and muscular bubble butt; his basketball-sized globes are bigger than my head.

Earlier today, or well yesterday since it’s two in the morning, he took me on a date to Six Flags. There, he won me a huge, stuffed Roadrunner by ringing the bell on the strongman hammer game. It's about 2/3 my size. He also won himself a similar sized Wile E. Coyote.

My search ends in the living-room and I’m not prepared for what I find. Diego’s on his hands and knees, on the couch, still only wearing a tight pair of gray briefs that can barely contain his pumpkin-sized globes.

My Roadrunner doll is just behind him. He has a hand on the back of its head, keeping its face pressed against his ass.

I hear Diego say, “Take it. Take my stink!”

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I'm shocked as I witness Diego rip a 5 second fart in the doll's face. Since we’ve started dating, Diego has never once passed gas in front of me. I wasn’t expecting this.

“Uh, Diego, what are you doing?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond to my question. Instead, he grounds his ass on the doll's face and says, “Yeah, how was that?”

I keep calling his name as I come closer, but he's not answering me.

As I get close, I notice his eyes are partially closed and look vacant. 

He also sounds different. He’s talking a bit slower and almost slurring his words.

“How was that Ry? Do you like how I stink you? Well too bad, I'm not finished.”

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Wait, he thinks the doll is me?

“Diego!” I say louder, but to no avail. He's still blasting the doll with farts.

FFFHHHWWWPPP

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Maybe he's sleepwalking? I think to myself.

I wave a hand in front of his face. No reaction. Holy shit, he's really sleepwalking. 

Why didn’t he tell me about this? What am I supposed to do? Should I try to wake him up? Should I leave him to fart all over my stuffed doll? And why am I not repulsed by this?

I stand over Diego, watching him butt bomb his prize for me like it’s his job. 

I guess I should try to wake him up. I think.

I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a shake. “Wake up, Diego.”

It doesn't work.

“You'll never get my stink off you, Ry.”

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He rips a chain of farts on the stuffed doll.

I kneel down and grab the leg of the Roadrunner doll. I give it a hard yank, pulling it out of Diego’s hand and away from his ass. Hopefully, this will wake him up.

I’m caught off guard when he reaches out and grabs me by the back of the neck. Before I can react, my face is being shoved against his big ass, smothering me with his doughy mounds.

I give a muffled protest.

“You ain’t escaping that easy. You’re gonna-” Diego punctuates his every next word with a fart.

“Take… HGH”

MMMMMMMBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

“My… GGH”

BBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

“Stink… FGH” 

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Diego pumps three trumpeting farts up my nose. His thin briefs do little to filter his fumes.

I’m coughing and gagging on the stench of rotten eggs and spices. His pillowy orbs muffle my distress.

Keeping my face in his backside, Diego rocks his hips, shaking his meaty rump on my face. 

I try to pull away, but even in his sleep, Diego’s muscles easily overpower me. 

“You’re in for it now, Ry. I’m about to stink you real bad, and there’s no saving you… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWOWOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

Diego rips a 45 second, behemoth-of-a-fart pointblank in my face. His fart is so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face vibrating.

The stench is unimaginable. The smell of raw sewage mixed with Diego’s personal brand of musk, overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.

I'm lying on the couch when I wake up. Diego’s hard chest is pressing against my back as he spoons me. 

I look over my shoulder when I feel him stir awake. He gives me a sleepy smile. 

“Good morning, baby.” He says before kissing me. 

Diego frowns as he looks around. “Huh? Weren't we sleeping in your bedroom?” He then shrugs, brushing it off.

I’m guessing he has no memories from when he was sleepwalking. 

I offer to cook breakfast and he’s onboard. I make us pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

As we eat, I subtly question Diego. “Hey Diego, do you remember anything about last night?”

He shoots me a sly grin. “I remember railing you four or five times before we finally fell asleep.” He teases.

“You were incredible.” I say. I guess that proves he doesn’t remember.

“Say Diego, are you a gassy person?” I ask. He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. I shrug, “I’m just curious if you fart a lot.”

He speaks after swallowing his mouthful of food, “I usually am, but not so much anymore, for some reason.” he then laughs, “Haha, my old roommate once told me that I farted so much in my sleep.” his eyes suddenly widen, “Wait! Was I farting in my sleep last night?” He asks.

“Well you did rip a huge fart that woke me up. I’m talking about one that had the whole couch shaking." I fib, only referring to his massive, final fart that knocked me out.

He gives me a sheepish grin, “Sorry Ry, I guess I rip some major ass in my sleep.”

I lean over and kiss him on the lips. “It's fine. In fact I find it cute.” 

To add some levity, Diego leans to the side and poots. “Ah, there, I'm extra cute this morning.” 

Although it makes me laugh, I feel myself blushing.

Before Diego leaves we make plans to see a movie next Friday. Afterwards he'll spend another night.

I chose not to tell him about his sleepwalking. He's never mentioned it so maybe this was a one time thing.

If I'm being frank, I have my own dilemma. Several times this week, I’ve stroked myself off thinking about Diego farting on me. I’m kinda scared about what that means.

NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT

Diego and I had another awesome date. We bought subs and snuck them into the movies. 

We return to my place after and head straight to the bedroom. I swear, Diego fucks like a man possessed. 

Like deja vu, I’m awoken by… FFFFFBBBBBVVVVVVTTTTTT… It came from the kitchen.

The spot next to me in bed is empty. I leave the room to go find Diego.

I spot Diego in the kitchen. He's standing there in only a pair of white underwear. My gaze is locked on his bulbous orbs that are stretching the fabric of his underwear, obscenely.  His glutes flex and twitch as he reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out an open box of cereal.

He brings the box down, behind him, and tilts the opening just beneath his ass crack.

“Oh yeah, Ry’s even gonna have to taste my stink.” Diego says in a sleepy, monotone voice that indicates he’s sleepwalking.

BBBBPPPP-VVVVVVOOOOO-HHHHHHDDDDD

After tainting my cereal with a series of farts, Diego re-shelves them and takes out a half eaten package of Oreos. He unseals them and brings them just under his bum.

“Gonna lay my stink on all of his food.”

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Diego rips two short and loud farts on the cookies before returning them.

Diego's skunky vapors permeate throughout the room, arousing me. Oh hell, I’m into Diego's farts!

Diego turns to look in my direction. His eyes are heavy-lidded and vacant.

Diego heads my way to, unfortunately, just walk past me. But he must subconsciously notice me because at the last second, he pauses, sticks out his ass, and fart on my hip.

“Ah, take it, Ry. Love stinking you up good.” He sleepily taunts.

I'm hard as a rock.

Diego continues to his true objective: my refrigerator. He opens the refrigerator door and turns around.

My eyes go wide. He isn’t going to...?

Diego arches his back, jutting his bubbly ass into my open refrigerator. He clenches his jaw and in a strained voice, mutters, “Gonna make Ry love the taste of my stink once I'm done. Nowhere here is safe from my butt... NGH"

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Diego pushes out a 30 second, monstrous fart. He swivels his hips, ensuring to sprays all my food with his ass funk. I have some kale in there, and I see his ass wind blowing its leaves back. The vegetable looks like it’s in a wind tunnel.

Diego sighs in relief and shuts the door, trapping everything inside; letting all my food marinate in his noxious fart cloud. 

Diego's nowhere near finished. He opens the microwave door and farts into it. He then opens up my silverware drawers and farts into them. He then proceeds to fart on every plate and bowl I own.

I come to a startling realization. Diego lied. He is gassy but holds it all in when I'm around. However, he doesn't deal with the same issue when he's sleepwalking.

Once Diego’s turned my kitchen into a noxious wasteland, he sleepwalks right up to me. When there's a foot of space between us, he turns around. 

Diego reaches back, grabs a handful of his left butt cheek, and gives it a shake, making the fleshy ball jiggle like gelatin. 

“Get on down there, Ry. It’s time for me to stink up your face.” Diego orders.

So he knows who I am while sleepwalking. But he won’t remember any of this. I process.

I must be taking too long because Diego twists around, places his hands on my shoulders, and forces me to my knees. He then turns back around putting his dump-truck of an ass right in my face. He then grabs the back of my head.

“I said it’s time to stink up your face. You’ve got no choice.”

With that, he smothers my face in his doughy, fat cakes.

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“You're face is in for a mean stinking.”

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“Oh that was extra wet, just for you, Ry.”

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“I'm gonna make your face stink like my ass for a week.”

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He blasts me in the face with some lethal, eggy farts that have me coughing.

I nearly fall but catch myself when Diego starts walking. He doesn’t release the grip on the back of my head. I’m forced to crawl behind him with my face glued to his big ass. 

I don’t know where we are going, but every few steps, Diego rips a trumpeting poot in my face.

BBHH, VVBB, RRMM, FFPP, MMTT, PPDD

I'm unsure of where we are, but while still kneeling, Diego tilts my head back. The back of my head rests on something soft. Diego’s thick cakes follow, sitting on my upturned face. My head is now sandwiched between Diego’s ass and whatever is beneath it.

Through all that ass meat on top of me, I hear, “There's no escaping my farting ass, Ry. I'm about to make you stink." he then starts grunting and straining.

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A 40 second explosion erupts out of Diego’s ass, point-blank in my face. The smell is horrendous. It stinks of digested meat and raw sewage. The stench overwhelms my sense of smell, causing me to pass out. 

I wake up to Diego calling my name. He's kneeling in front of me with a worried expression. I’m sitting on the bedroom floor with my back against the bed.

“Ryan, I don’t know why you’re sleeping on the floor, but get into bed. I’m gonna pick us up some breakfast, you get some rest.” Diego orders. I obey him without resistance; I’m so tired.

I climb into bed and get some more sleep. 

Diego wakes me up an hour later. We eat our breakfast on my couch.

“So why were you sleeping on the floor?” Diego asks as we eat.

I decide to evade his question with a truth.

“Did you know that you sleepwalk?”

Diego’s eyebrows rise into his hairline. “Was I sleepwalking last night?”

I nod, “Yeah, you were. Why didn’t you tell me you sleepwalked?”

“Because I haven’t for over a decade. Last time I did it was when I was a teen. I would sleepwalk into the living-room and hump the couch.” Diego explains, looking uncomfortable, “We went to a specialist and worked out why I was sleepwalking. It was because I was hiding a big secret. When I told my parents I was gay, it stopped.”

My brow furrows, “So you're sleepwalking because you're keeping a secret from me?” I figure out loud.

Diego’s body jerks. “N-no, I don’t think so.” He stammers, obviously lying.

I can’t be mad. I don’t have the right since I’m also keeping secrets.

“Diego.” I chastise, making him flinch. To get himself off the hook, Diego lunges at me and ravages my mouth with his tongue. He then pounds me into the couch, before making his escape.

We decide to have a date night at Diego’s place, next Friday.

NEXT FRIDAY

For our date tonight, we’re watching an action/romance movie and eating Chinese takeout. But something's wrong. Diego's being distant with me.

Half way through the movie, I pause it. “Alright Diego, what’s going on with you?” I call him out.

Diego won't look me in the eyes. “I think we should break up.” He says, making my stomach drop.

“What? Why?” I cry.

When Diego looks up at me, I see the pain in his eyes. “Ry, after what happened last week, I recorded myself sleeping. I watched myself farting all over my Wile E. Coyote stuffed animal, believing that it was you.” 

His expression hardens, “Ry, have I been farting on you when I’m sleepwalking? Is that why you asked me if I was gassy two weeks ago? I want the truth.”

In truth, I was going to come clean about everything tonight. He's troubled, not knowing what he's doing at night; and here I am, getting pleasure from it. I feel guilty and am disgusted with myself.

“Yeah Diego, you’ve been farting on me when you were sleepwalking.” 

Diego looks miserable, “That's why I’m ending this. You don’t deserve this, Ry. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s me who-” I try, but am interrupted by Diego.

“No Ry, you don’t understand. This is on me.” Diego licks his lips nervously, “I have been keeping a secret from you. That's why I'm sleepwalking again. The truth is that farting on my partners turns me on. And I want to fart on you so much."

I can’t believe my ears. I could cry from happiness. “Diego, I-”

Diego interrupts me again. “I already know that’s completely gross. You don’t have to say it. That’s why we’re breaking up.” He sighs before standing up. 

“Diego! Will you shut up and let me talk!” I exclaim, startling him.

I grab him by the arm, and pull him down so he is sitting down next to me again. 

“Diego, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I should have told you about your sleepwalking from the start. Instead I was being selfish. I put the pleasure I got from you farting on me before your well being. For that I'm so sorry."

Diego looks taken aback. “Ry, wh-what are you saying?”

“Diego, I love when you fart on me. It gets me hard as hell. If you still want to break up, I’ll respect your decision. But if we stay together I’m begging you to stop holding back your gas. I don't want to just be your boyfriend. Please make me your fart-sniffer. Please make me your fart-cushion.”

Diego’s breathing heavier. “Ry, you better not be lying. You're playing with fire right now, baby.” He warns.

“Diego, do you know what you told me constantly when you farted on me in your sleep?”

Diego shakes his head.

“You kept saying that you were gonna ‘stink me’ or ‘make me take your stink’.”

Diego groans in lust.

I lean in, brushing my lips against his. I softly whisper, “Diego, please stink me.”

Diego closes his eyes and starts haggardly breathing for a few seconds. When his eyes pop open he flashes me a dark grin.

"Ry, my big, nasty booty is gonna stink you like you've never imagined."

Diego quickly gets up and stands in between my legs, right in front of me. He then spins around, showing-off his bubble butt. Its girth is being accentuated by his black sweats. They look painted on his basketball-sized slabs. 

Diego bends over at the waist, pushing his cakes out, right in my face. 

My vision is completely dominated by Diego’s gargantuan ass. I watch as his cheeks flex and then relax.

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Diego vents a 15 second, thunderous fart right in my face. It’s so powerful that it has the seat of his sweats flapping, and it blows back my hair. The stench of digested meat and methane brings me to tears and has me gagging.

“Ah, smelly enough for you?” Diego teases.

“Yes Diego, I love it. Please don't stop.” I beg.

Diego starts to seductively sway his hips, causing his pillowy orbs to bounce and wobble, from left to right.

“Earlier, you said you wanted to be my fart-sniffer. Then prove it. Dig your nose into my crack.” Diego commands.

Without hesitation, I thrust my face forward, burying my nose in between his sweats-covered ass-melons. 

Diego reaches back and spreads his cheeks through his slacks, sinking my entire face in between them. 

“You talk a good game about being my fart-sniffer, but let's see if you're really up to the task. I’m launching my stink right at ya… FGH”

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Diego blasts me with three, consecutive, beefy farts. I desperately sniff up his skunky vapors, moaning as I do it.

Diego pulls my face out of his ass. When I look up, I see him looking back down at me, over his shoulder. He has an impish grin.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding. You love my farts.” 

I nod, “I do. I can never get enough of them.” 

Diego cheekily grins. He sticks his ass out a bit and poots on my nose.

I inhale, savoring the eggy stench. 

“Mmm, I could worship your godly ass and farts forever.” I moan.

“I like the sound of that.” Diego says before grabbing the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down. 

I gasp as his fleshy moons pour out of the prison of his pants and jiggle out into the open, right in front of my face. His cheeks are big, round, pale, sprinkled with black hairs, and slightly damp with sweat.

Diego reaches back, cups the bottom of his round globes, and starts bouncing them. I almost blow at the sexy sight. “You think you have what it takes to worship all this ass?” Diego stops jiggling his ass to spread his cheeks, revealing his hair-surrounded pucker, “To worship my godly, shitty hole?”

“Yes, please!” I cry.

“‘Yes, please.’ who?” Diego questions with a steely, dominant voice.

“Yes, please sir!”

“Good boy.” Diego praises.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Worship my ass. Worship my ass until you suffocate!” Diego growls.

Diego thrusts his hips back, submerging my face in his swampy, cavernous crack. The back of my head meets the back of the couch, sealing my face away, unable to escape.

MMMMMMMMLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOBBBBBB

“Ah, I’ve been holding that one in for a bit. You’re welcome.”

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“I'm not feeling any worshiping going on, back there, fart-sniffer. My big, benevolent ass is waiting.”

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Getting blasted in the face by the source of his manly pheromones drives me wild. I bring up my hands and start feeling all over his bare, bubbly mounds. I stick my tongue out and start licking at his slightly sweaty pucker.

I both feel and hear Diego’s deep moan all around me.

“Oh that’s a good worshiper. Your talented mouth deserves a good stinking.”

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Diego pumps an airy, 5 second fart into my open mouth that inflates my cheeks.

I moan as the acrid taste coats my tongue and his hellish fumes fill my lungs. This spikes my arousal, causing me to eat him out feverishly.

To reward my enthusiasm, Diego continues to rocket farts down my gullet.

BBBVVVPPPDDD “Oh yeah, can you handle my stink?” RRRLLLUUUTTT “There's a good worshiper, swallow my godly farts.” PPPOOOHHHFFF “Color me impressed. You’re a good fart-sniffer. Now let's see how you are at being a fart-cushion.” FFFFDDDD-PPPPRRRR

Diego flexes his ass-boulders, turning them into steel. With a twist of his hips, I'm tugged off the couch and fall to my knees, on the floor.

I feel his cheeks relax, followed by…

MMMMMMMVVVVVVVHHHHHHHBBBBBBB

An explosive fart, jettisons me out of Diego's ass. It knocks me to the floor, on my back. I’m coughing on his toxic fart cloud surrounding my face.

When my blurry vision clears, I find a completely naked Diego straddling my chest backwards. His meaty spheres protrude over my face, eclipsing it in their shadow.

Diego’s signature ass musk seeping from his swampy crack is seductively hypnotizing. 

Diego shuffles back, lording his huge butt right over my face.

“Are you sure about this? Last chance, fart-cushion.” Diego warns.

“Please use me as your fart-cushion, sir.”

WHAM

Diego sits down, burying my face in between his mountainous cheeks. His doughy globes flow over the sides of my face, completely entombing it in his canyon of a crack.

Diego's cheeks flex and rock from side-to-side as he gets comfortable on my face.

“Good luck, fart-cushion. See you on the other side… GGH”

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Diego blasts me with a sulfuric smelling fart that washes over my face, making me gag.

“Oh wait, wait. Ah, I needed that.”

MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

“My shitty hole isn’t done with you yet, fart-cushion.”

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“Having trouble breathing down there? Here’s some air, fart-cushion.”

BBBBBBBBDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFF

“Uh-oh, here comes the big one. Lips on hole, fart-cushion. We’re gonna finish this off with a bang... NGH”

Doing as he commands, I lock lips with his ass lips. I feel his hole open and press out.

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Diego pumps a 50 second monster down my throat, inflating my lungs with his noxious ass wind. This fart has my entire upper body quaking. It stinks of brimstone and sweat. 

This fart does me in. I shoot in my boxers just before passing out.

I come to as Diego lies me in his bed.

He smiles fondly before lowering himself on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his bigger body.

He slots our mouths together, kissing me deeply. 

After a few moments, we pull away, breathing heavily. 

“Thank you, Ry. That was incredible.”

“I should be thanking you for introducing me to a kink I never knew I had. And all while you were sleepwalking.” I joke.

Diego’s face flushes with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about all that. But now that I've revealed my secrets, I don’t think I’ll be sleepwalking anymore.”

"I don’t know how to feel about that. While you were sleepwalking, I loved how much you farted on me. I hope that’s not all in the past.” I hint, teasing Diego.

A sexy grin forms on Diego’s lips. “Oh there’s no need to worry about that. If you thought I was gassy when I was asleep, then you’re in for a shock, fart-sniffer.” Diego scrunches up his face and arches his back, extending his big butt into the air.

BBBBBBBRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWLLLLLLLTTTTTT

VVVVVVVHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBB

PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDMMMMMMM

I stare in awe and fear as Diego keeps pushing out one massive fart after another. The room is already thick with his ass funk.

“Shouldn't have poked the bear, babe. Now I’m gonna keep you trapped under me, and keep on farting for the next hour or two. Hold on to your nose, little man, you’re in for a wild, stinky ride… UGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDD

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"Real protein"

Tags: #burpkink #fartkink #latinokink

You didnt mind when ur mom started dating the spanish latino teacher, he was fine, but when they decided to make it oficial and move together, things changed.

Turns out now you had a mexican Big-step-brother, that was as Big as his father but his body size didnt match his brain size: he was dumb asf.

He barely pass his tests even when his dad was a teachar, he belched at the table and walked all over the house saying "bro" and "wey", in briefs, cause "a latino sausage needed Freedom" and cause "farting that way felt way better"

And he really meant. His farts were loud, long, and worse, smelly. The stench imprignated every room he farted on. And you shared room...

Didnt take long Until all your room and even your clothes smelled like his gas. Didnt take long until everything you were able to smell were his stench.

Your friends were excited, couldnt believe how hot your new stepbrother was, looked like a porno actor, with that great natural tan, those big muscular arms and that perfect ass, how little they know, the only thing he used that ass was for...

PRRRFFFFTFFFRRRRTT

He farted while you and your now-stepfather were having dinner.

"Those ones are real protein farts, lil bro, you know why?"

He said proudly

"Cause we eat real protein" said while finishing his beans and meat "Look"

He bend to one side and farted again, loud and proud.

PRRRRIRRRRRRTTT

You could swear you saw the chair seat vibrate under his ass.

"Bet your ass those white boys and his protein shakes cant fart like this"

He was right tho. Not even locker room stank as much as his "creations" - as he proudly called them.

Worst part was when the smell hit his father and instead of scolding his "little boy", he looked around to be sure your mom havent arrived and then

"HAHAHA, YOU LITTLE CABRON"

He laughed while waving the fart away.

"Im glad, You don't sleep with me anymore, poor of your hermano tho, you double cooked those frijoles"

The step brother just smiled proudly.

This was gonna be a long night..., but you had to get used to it, that was your new life now.

Note: Guys I was on a not so intentional break (not enough free Time With work, plus this blog Is a hobby writing not the priority writing one) but wrote this this morning for you, real fast.

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His voice and his burps 😳

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He's out of the stuff i write 🥴

[willyrepost]

Hi ‘ I love your blog. Which TF writers are your favorite ?

Im trying to discover more so I would love to hear a few

My current favorites revolve around Weight Gain/Inanimate and Men becoming “nasty” versions of themselves

@bigification

@thefunkfactory

@pup-jaxx

@dougtfs

@tfkinksterz

@dansformations

Are just some of my current favorites to browse through but there are many more!

And since almost all my post are Reblogs I try and always reblog from the original poster if possible so make sure to check them out if you like a story!

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Woah, i'm flattered

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U write the Best g2s ever

Haha thanks! I'm really flattered;D

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Just what they needed.

Tags: #IQloss #gaytostraight #fartkink #burpkink #musktfs

Ian, George, and Zachary were three of the few nerds left at the all-boys university in their county, where there seemed to be more and more dumb jocks and fewer young men with a functional brain.

History class had ended — the one class they genuinely enjoyed — and it was time for the thing they hated most: sports.

As they walked toward the field, they saw a group of athletes gathered, laughing at one of them performing the impressive feat of making fart sounds with his armpit. What surprised them was seeing Will, a former member of the debate club, laughing like an idiot with the group.

“At this rate, we’ll be the only ones from this generation to leave this lumberjack town.”

“No hands!” they heard Will shout before lifting a leg and letting out a loud fart

— PRIRRRRRRRRFT.

The other two friends nodded in disgust.

With a sigh, they pushed through the doors to the sports camp. They had never been athletic or into sports, and everyone knew it. They were easy targets during strength games and hated the sensation of sweat on their bodies, and stench in the locker room after the game was repulsive. They usted everything sports related.

Today, after another humiliating class, just as they were about to head to the locker room in defeat, the gym coach approached them and handed them some bottles with protein shakes.

“This is just what you need. It’ll help boost your perfomance. Drink it at night, and you’ll see; show those idiots what you’re made of!”

Confused but happy about the coach’s unusual kindness — since he usually acted like just another athlete — they headed to the locker room with the protein in hand, feeling slightly more positive as they endured the locker room’s infamous scent: sweat, men’s deodorant, and farts.

That night, the three friends drank their shakes, and just as the coach promised, the next day they woke up bursting with energy. So much energy, in fact, that they felt hyperactive, unable to concentrate even in history class — something they never thought would happen but all they wanted was to run and burn off all that restless energy.

Their ability on the field was undeniably better, from warm-ups to the game itself, where they suddenly seemed to understand football perfectly and even managed to score a few goals. The other jocks glanced at each other, and the three nerds hoped to see looks of surprise on them... but instead, the athletes exchanged knowing glances.

However, the excitement of their success quickly made them forget about it.

“I can’t believe all we needed was a protein shake!” Ian exclaimed.

They headed to the locker room, where the other athletes soon filled the air with their constant lack of deodorant and gas competitions, but this time they were so caught up in their enthusiastic conversation that they barely noticed.

“U guys think the coach will give us more?” George asked.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Zachary replied, leading his friends to the coach’s office.

PRRRFFFFRRRRT

They entered the coach’s office just as he was finishing letting out a loud fart, leg lifted from his seat at his desk.

“Oh, sorry, boys, you caught me at the right time,” he reacted, waving away the stench.

It was the first time they’d been in his ‘office,’ which looked more like a lazy teenager’s room: messy, trash on the floor, and the same locker room smell.

“How can someone like that be a teacher!?” they thought.

“Let me guess, you came for more,” he continued.

“Uh, yeah, we... We really improved today and were wondering if we could get some more...”

Smack!

The coach dropped three protein containers on the table.

“One for each of you. I promise that with one or two shakes a day for 15 days, you won’t even need it anymore, you’ll be masters.”

“That’s it? We don’t owe you anything?” George asked, surprised.

“What are you talking about! No!, can’t a coach care about his students?” he said, pulling them into a sweaty, musky hug.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Really, thanks, Coach!”

“You’re the best!”

The three friends left, thrilled, and as soon as they got home, they almost immediately drank their shakes. The next morning, they thought one more shake to kickstart the day wouldn’t hurt.

Their energy during class was even more hyperactive than the day before — every lesson felt unbearable. They didn’t take notes or pay attention; they just wanted to run across the field and burn off the excess energy.

When sports time came, they practically sprinted to the field and delivered an incredible performance, which they knew was outstanding. Completely sweaty, they walked to the locker room, each feeling an odd discomfort in their stomachs, but they ignored it.

This time, they didn’t even notice the smell, and they didn’t realize they were practically part of it with their sweaty bodies blending into the odor.

“It was amazing,” Ian said. “Zach ran faster than I’ve ever seen, passed me the ball, I sent it to George, and with a header—GO-OOOOURRRP!”

As he tried to shout "goal," that strange feeling in his stomach finally manifested as a loud, forceful burp. Ian blushed, caught off guard.

“Eeeeeh!”

“Nice one!”

A few athletes cheered from a distance.

“Ian! That’s disgu—agh!” George grimaced as a sudden pain struck his stomach, clutching his abdomen.

“You okay?” Zach asked, concerned.

The pain faded, and George sighed in relief, but as his body relaxed... PPPPPPFFFFFFFT!

He unleashed a loud, rumbling fart that echoed through the locker room, earning just as much celebration from the other athletes. The stench soon reached his nose—and his friends’—and embarrassment flooded his face.

A bit curious about the reaction and partly wanting to make George feel less embarrassed, Zach squinted one eye, gave a slight push, and let out a satisfying:

“PRRRFFFFRRRRT!”

"Ahhhhh" he even said at the end.

The fart reverberated throughout the locker room, and the jocks roared with laughter, clapping like fools. The three friends looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh too—maybe it was kind of funny after all...

As the days went by—and the protein shakes too —their concentration in class worsened. Not only did their interest decreased, but their understanding of the lessons also slipped away. Subjects that once seemed simple and addictive became increasingly dull and tedious.

On the other hand, their performance on the field wasn’t the only thing that improved; their passion for it grew too. The game became all they thought about.

Their hygiene, however, took a nosedive. Deodorant became an afterthought, and the once-offensive stink of the men’s locker room no longer bothered them—because now they were part to the odor with constant farts and belches. Without realizing it, they had become part of Will’s group—the group who laughed at armpit farts and, well, just farts in general.

That day, the team decided to host a grand gas competition, and the new members of the team were eager to show their skills.

“ThEeEe cOONSTeEST IS ARR-ABOUT TO START!” announced the team captain, speaking entirely in burps.

One by one, rows of sculpted faces stepped forward to belch loudly with exaggerated expressions, while perfect, rounded butts packed in tight athletic shorts deflated with long, pungent farts.

The three friends now laughed and celebrated those actions, feeling comfortable and happy there. And soon, it was their turn.

Ian stepped forward with a confident grin, pounded his chest, and let out an exaggerated:

“OOOOUAAAAAARRRRRRP!”

His long burp rumbled through the locker room, immediately sparking a wave of celebratory noises. Motivated by the reaction, he pretended to catch the burp with his fist, shove it back into his mouth, and then lifted one leg:

“PRRRFFFFTFFFRRRRRRRFF!”

A fart erupted, filling the room with a rancid taco smell—maybe gone bad tacos.

“Whew! That one was spicy, bro!” George laughed with a dopey chuckle. “My turn!”

The once-intellectual George stepped up confidently, unleashing a long, loud burp, tapping his throat to create varied sounds:

“UU-UR-UUHRP-URP-URR-UARP!”

The divided burp, made up of several smaller belches, had the entire team laughing even harder. Not missing the chance, Zach stood next to him and pretended to “eat” the burps, then immediately lifted his leg and...

“PRRRFT - PRRFT - PRRFT...”

A series of short, rapid-fire farts burst from Zach’s rear in perfect sync with George’s finishing burps—a coordination worth studying... at least in their minds.

“UUUORRRP - PFFFFT - OUURRRP - PRIRRFIFR...”

The three friends laughed, unaware that with each fart and burp, they weren’t just expelling gas and odor, but also shedding the remnants of their personalities. Their dreams of studying away from town and becoming successful artists faded, along with their passion for art. Now, the game was their only focus... Oh, and girls. Zach and George’s homosexuality was sended away if it had never existed. Zach forgot about his long-standing crush on his no-longer-brilliant friend George and now saw him only as a buddy, a bro. George forgot how attracted he had been to all those jocks with perfect bodies—even though he always denied it, he would never admit feeling atracción for guys so gross and dumb, but now he knew thats how a man should be—dirty, gross... and definitely not attracted to other men. All those filthy athletes were nothing more than His friends, His bros, and that was all he wanted them to be.

A month had passed, and protein shakes were a thing of the past—they didn’t need them anymore. They had energy to spare, rarely attending classes, preferring to hang out on the field with the other athletes.

Ian, Zachary, and George had practically become entirely new people. There was no trace of the nerds they used to be—not only had their minds changed and their IQs plummeted, but their bodies had transformed too, now sculpted and athletic from countless hours of playing.

“PRRRFFFFRRRRTFTT!”

Zach let out a massive fart while sitting in a manspreading position with his friends.

“Well?” he asked.

The coach watched from the field as the new athletic, masculine, heterosexual, and dumb friends played a game of guessing what they had eaten based on the smell of their farts.

“Huh... KFC-style chicken,” George said in a much deeper and slower voice, while Ian just fanned the stench, laughing.

“KFC-style chicken!” Zach confirmed, grinning.

The coach smiled as he watched the three friends celebrate that ridiculous achievement, then crossed their names off a list. Proudly, he walked to the principal’s office and handed over the list.

“All done! Who’s next?”

The principal gave him a satisfied smile and handed over the next list.

“Perfect, Coach,” he said. “By the way, the literature teacher has been sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong—apparently worried about the "decrease on the academic performance around here". Maybe you should invite him for some shakes too?”

“Oh HAHA, love to hear that!” the coach replied. “You know, I think we could give some to every one of them; these boys need real men as their superiors, true role models.”

The man grinned.

“I’ll work on the list,” he said, and the coach walked cheerfully out of the office.

On his way out, he spotted a romantic couple—a two guys romantic couple. Without checking if they were on the list or not, he led them with lies straight to the field, knowing the principal would understand that some cases were priorities.

“Boys, give a warm welcome to the new members!” the coach called out, pushing the pair toward the bleachers where Zach, George, and Ian were waiting. The couple tried to resist, saying they never agreed to join the team, but the friends were already ready to welcome the newcomers properly, just as they knew:

The coach smiled and prepared two protein bottles for the new recruits.

It turned out, with the rising abandonment rates in town, the mayor had begun to worry about running out of men for labor—firewood production and farming were the town’s primary sources of income, and they couldn’t afford to lose them.

They realized that the academic ambitions of young men played a role: the more they wanted to succeed academically, the more likely they were to leave town. The more they worked their minds, the less they worked their bodies...

So the county’s all-boys school came up with a solution: the coach’s special formula.

The formula promised to enhance physical performance and interest while shifting aspirations to something simpler, easier... Well, maybe leaving them with no aspirations at all.

“This is just what we need!” the mayor had said.

It was settled—the coach began mass-producing the formula, distributing it to the coaches of the only other two colleges in town. It was working flawlessly—the town seemed to be filling with more dumb jocks and fewer young men with functioning brains. Just what they needed.

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Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to post, but I’ll make it up to you with this story—it's one of my longest ones so far. I promise the next story won’t take as long to arrive, but I want you to know that besides this blog, I also write other things that take higher priority, and I have a pretty demanding job—that’s why it takes me so long.

Without further ado, enjoy! ;)

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Can u write a tfs story into a gassy straight mexican? I love latino gassy guys 🥴 and i Saw You write also on spanish

Yeah, i write on spanish too cause i'm indeed, Mexican;)

Yeah! a latino tfs is on my list!

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Sam Zia

Sam Zia had it all. Chiseled jawline, a body carved from years of dedication in the gym, and a TikTok following of millions who worshipped his advice on masculinity, self-improvement, and how to be an alpha male. He preached discipline, hygiene, and success. His fans saw him as the ultimate peak of male perfection.

But one day, everything changed.

It started subtly. Sam, always precise about his diet, began experimenting with the bulk. Not the clean, protein-packed meals he used to swear by, but the dirty, greasy, carb-heavy food that promised quick mass at the expense of digestion. Burgers, protein shakes overloaded with questionable powders, and eggs—dozens of eggs—became his daily fuel.

At first, he felt invincible. His muscles swelled, his energy skyrocketed… but then, a dark force emerged from within. His stomach began to rebel. Gurgling. Churning. And then—the gas.

At first, he tried to suppress it, maintaining his polished alpha image. But then, mid-TikTok live, it happened.

“Yo, fellas, if you wanna be a REAL man, you gotta—” PFFFFFRRRRTT

A deep, reverberating blast escaped him, loud enough to rattle his chair. He froze. His perfectly sculpted face turned a shade of red he hadn’t seen since his first squat failure.

He expected embarrassment. He expected people to call him out.

Instead? The video went viral.

Comments flooded in:

“Bro is so alpha he doesn’t even care.”

“That was the most masculine fart I’ve ever heard.”

“Real men embrace their natural odors.”

And just like that, a new ideology was born.

It started with one video, but Sam, ever the influencer, knew when to capitalize on momentum. The next day, he posted:

“Men today are too obsessed with being ‘clean’ and ‘proper.’ You think our ancestors cared about showers? Nah, they were out there, fighting mammoths, reeking of strength and dominance. Hygiene is a scam. If you smell bad, it means you’re working hard.”

And the crowd ate it up.

Sam leaned in harder. His once pristine, cologne-spritzed gym clothes became stained tanks with unidentified smears. His showers? Less frequent. His grooming? Nonexistent. His content? A full-on campaign to make men embrace their primal state.

“Ditch the deodorant. Stop washing your gym shorts. Embrace the stench.”

And the most legendary part? The farts.

Sam stopped holding them in. If anything, he turned them into a symbol of raw, unfiltered manliness. Every TikTok featured at least one unholy release, accompanied by a smug smirk. His comments turned into a brotherhood of stink.

“Sam, I took your advice. Haven’t washed in two weeks. My girl left me, but I feel powerful.”

“Dude, I farted in my gym and cleared out the weaklings. Only real men remained.”

“A guy at work told me to wear deodorant, so I quit my job. Thanks for the wisdom, king.”

Sam’s influence was undeniable. Gyms nationwide reported an increase in noxious odors. Deodorant companies saw stocks plummet. High-protein, fiber-loaded diets surged in popularity, not for their muscle-building benefits, but for their ability to fuel the movement.

Even brands took notice. Soon, Sam had sponsorship deals—not for cologne or grooming kits, but for industrial-strength air fresheners (marketed for the weak) and bean-based meal plans.

One day, he posted his magnum opus:

“The real test of masculinity? Walk into a crowded elevator. Let it rip. Stand tall. Own it. If people leave, they’re weak. If they stay, they respect you.”

The challenge took off. #ZiaGasChallenge trended worldwide. Videos surfaced of men proudly fumigating locker rooms, parties, and even dates. The movement was unstoppable.

Sam had transformed completely. The man who once championed clean bulking, high-value grooming, and aesthetic perfection was now the undisputed King of the Stink Bros. He lived by his code:

• Laundry is for betas.

• Showers are optional.

• Farts are power.

His mansion, once pristine, now smelled like a mix of protein shakes, gym socks, and raw testosterone. His fans? More loyal than ever.

And as he sat back, inhaling his own toxic masterpiece, he smiled.

Because this? This was true masculinity.

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love your tf stories that focus around farts + dumbification :) are you planning on writing more? would love to see more that aren’t g2s

Glad u do!

In fact the ones un working on rn, one has g2s and the other one no, so You Will recive that story haha

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Halloween Treats

Trent (right) and Derek (left) took pride in their status as fitness influencers. The young gay couple happily posting their daily adventures and travels to share with their growing fanbase. And the two certainly made sure to drop just enough thirst traps to get people paying attention. They offered supplements, online training, diet recommendations etc. to their customers. And on Halloween, they offered some strong opinions.

“You may be tempted by all the junk food,” Trent said, while walking with his boyfriend, “But if you want a body like this, you gotta resist.” He flexes his bicep to really drive home the point.

“Healthy habits start young.” Derek continues, “Which is why this year, we’re not handing out junk. We’ll be offering healthy choices.”

The two smiled and Trent gives his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek. Night came quick, and the two boyfriends happily handed out their healthy snacks to the hordes of trick-or-treaters. A few gave dirty looks, while others outwardly expressed their dismay at the lack of candy. But Trent and Derek felt good. The night was winding down and the two sat on the couch, watching TV. When the doorbell rang, they grabbed their healthy snacks and got ready to greet another trick-or-treater. But when they opened the door, there was no one there. Just two candy bars on their welcome mat.

“Odd.” Trent comments, “What’s this?”

“Oh it’s been awhile since I’ve had one of these.” Derek smiles, holding up the candy bar, “I used to love these when I was a kid.”

“We should probably just toss it.”

“Aw come on, babe.” Derek says, “We’re good all year.”

And before Trent could get another word in, Derek took a bite. A big smile formed on his face and Trent couldn’t help but laugh. His boyfriend was right- they could afford one treat. The two closed the door and went back to the couch, where Trent opened his candy bar. And when he bit into it, he felt a wave of euphoria wash over him. A smile forming on his handsome face.

“Oh wow, that’s good.” Trent mumbles, looking over at his boyfriend. Derek was licking his fingers, having finished his candy bar.

“I kinda want another.” Derek mumbles.

Trent goes to say something, but he pauses. There’s something off about Derek. Since when did his boyfriend have stubble? And did his face look rounder?

“Hey...”

“Ugh, its so warm in here.” Derek continues, pulling off his shirt.

Trent gasps when he sees his boyfriend’s torso. His chiseled abs were covered in a layer of soft fat. His firm pecs were starting to sag. A waft of pungent BO fills Trent’s nostrils.

“Babe?” Trent asks, eyes still wide.

“What...?” Derek looks down and gasps, “Oh my god!” His hands move to his growing abdomen and he gasps as they fill with his growing gut, “Babe! What’s happening...”  He belches and his gut pushes out even further.

“I don’t...” Trent winces when he feels his stomach grumble, “No... oh god no...” He whispers as he removes his shirt and looks down.

His eyes aren’t met by his usual Greek god physique. Instead, he stares at his expanding abdomen, as layer after layer of flab build upon themselves. He can feel its heaviness and the new weight he carriers. And he groans as his toned arms also fill with fat, eliminating his picturesque, toned biceps and triceps. He feels his flabbier arms and cringes. It took years to build up his physique. How was this happening? But his thoughts are interrupted. He scratches at his face as scraggly stubble starts to grow in. He quickly whips out his phone and points the camera at himself.

“This isn’t possible.” He gasps, taking in his new form.

He hates how unkempt his hair and new beard appear. His double chin an unwanted addition to his once chiseled face. He looks lazier- uncaring even. Years of working on his body apparently undone in an instant. He gasps as he feels Derek grab a fistful of his gut.

“Fuck babe...” Derek moans, “I love this.”

Trent can’t believe his ears. But as he looks into his boyfriend’s eyes, he notices something off. They appear dim. Uncaring. Lazy. The spark in them gone. Derek pushes himself so that he is now straddling his boyfriend. Their guts pressed together, their moobs sagging. He kisses Trent, running a hand along his scratchy beard.

“Babe... Derek...” Trent groans, “This isn’t...”

But he can’t get the words out. He instead grabs the jiggly flesh of Derek’s fat ass. It feels so good and Trent can feel his thoughts slowing. His exercise routines are becoming foggy. His strict diet, macros, and healthy lifestyle all start to become jumbled.

“No... please not my memories...” He begs softly, starting to enjoy the way his gut feels. How pleasant it feels pressed against his boyfriend’s.

But he can’t stop it. Any memory of a gym session or a workout routine are lost to him. His favorite meal prep recipes gone. And not just from his mind. All the things he saved to his phone, all his progress in the gym that he tracked diligently- all of it disappears, as if it was never done. Their pantry empties of any healthy snack, instead filling with salty chips and candy. Protein shakes become soda. Their home becoming messy and filled with unwashed clothes and dirty dishes. A new lifestyle in both mind, body, and environment. Trent is initially horrified as a wave of laziness and hunger fill his emptying mind. But the former athlete can do little as he gradually accepts this new life. His grumbling stomach snaps him back to reality.

“Oh babe.” He moans, planting a sloppy kiss on Derek’s lips, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

And as the two continued to devour any junk food they could get their hands on, it became clear to them that this was just the beginning. They’d continue to get larger and larger. Unable to do anything to stop it, yet enjoying the feeling of their new flabbier bodies. Besides, Halloween was a time for treats. At least now they’d be able to appreciate that.

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Hot! Add some gas and this is perfect (to me)

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"Golden Shower"

Tags: Male tfs, Fart fetish, burp fetish, gay to straight, dumbification.

Mark was surprised to see the frat boys cheering on the college pride parade. The stereotypical frat boy would be the type of guy who would call him Faggot.

"I guess times do change" he thought.

He kept walking, proud to show off his ass in his neon yellow undies, he knew he wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Nice ass bro" was told by a guy walking back in the opposite direction of the parade, he seemed to be covered in sweat or some liquid.

Mark was surprised by the guy using the word 'bro', it was too 'straight' for a gay guy, but he decided not to give it importance and just thank him for the compliment and give him a flirtatious smile.

"I bet the farts that that Bad boy can let out are WILD hehe" he said happily, letting out a silly laugh and walking away.

Mark raised an eyebrow. That had been too weird.

"Maybe he's just a guy with a fart fetish" he thought and kept walking.

Soon the parade came to cross under a bridge that spanned the highway, on the bridge was a group of frat boys and parade boys; a strange noise came from above the bridge, as they got closer Mark could figure out the sound. It was... Burps and farts?

Those guys were having a burping and farting contest, and were laughing amongst themselves about it!

Mark looked at them in shock. "Whats happening!?"

- Oh, TheRRES mOoRRE OOR ThE WAyrrrp - one of the pride looking guy said on burping-talking to the group.

- Take care of them - said another excitedly

At that moment, just as he was about to go under the bridge, a jet of water or something fell on Mark and his friends. He looked up to see a Lot of frat boys smiling, holding a hose, pointing it at them.

- What the fuck?! - he shouted

The boys laughed as they continued to wet them.

- Hey! - Mark continued angrily, about to complain, but at that moment something struck him: their voice. It sounded much thicker, much more... Manly.

- Bro, what happened to your voice? - said another guy only to realize that the same had happened to his.

- Bro? - Mark questioned him at the use of that word.

One of the boys opened his mouth to say something and what came out was a long and loud...

- UAAAAAARRRPPPPRRRP

Burp.

Some began to laugh and others - like Mark - began to look at each other, confused, even scared.

- What is happening to us, bro? - said Mark, unable to control adding that last word.

- Nothing, is just your new and better versions raining straight to you, guys

They said before spraying them again.

...

Mark doesn't remember anything about that, not that moment or his days as a polite, femenine twink guy. Mark had always been a stupid, straight boy, who loved cheerleaders, watching sports, and having burping and farting contests with his 'bros'.

So when his bros told him they put something in the beer that was capable of changing all those pride boys into MEN like them, even just by touching it, he joined in without hesitation.

-Soon-UUAAARP - Mark burped after a swig of beer - all the boys in the college area will be men, will be our bros, right bros?

-That's right bro - one of his now frat buddies answered as he scratched his crotch shamesly - so keep watering.

Mark smiled mischievously, and yelled:

'golden shower!' as he put the hose near to his dick, waiting for all those fetish deviants guys to come and make his job easier.

Soon he had a nice group under him, he smiled and started watering.

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"The new manager"

Tags: fart fetish, burp fetish, IQ loss, dumbification.

I wasn't going to let him win me that job position.

I've been trying hard to be the manager of the company for years, and now this idiot comes along to be the new favorite.

I'd like to say that David just got here because of his influences, or thanks to his perfect body or his attractive face and not because of his intellect and preparation, but... He is all of the above!

It's like a slap in the face to have him around, reminding you how perfect he was.

So when I heard that they were going to announce the new manager and the rumors said it would be David... I started to act. I got a substance on the internet that said that excessive consumption caused a great loss of IQ - besides other side effects i don't even bother to read - and I started adding it to his coffee every day.

At first I didn't see any results, but over time it was noticeable that David was more distracted, little by little I heard rumors that his sales were going down, over time hearing him laugh out loud from his desk became more and more common, which got the rest of the employees confused.

One day I decided to go over to see the reason for his laughter and found David with headphones on, watching a compilation of guys farting caught on door cameras.

- Oh buddy - he said while scratching his crotch - Do you want to see? It's hilarious - he asked me genuinely.

I smiled mischievously.

- No thanks, I came to ask if you wanted coffee.

I continued to administer the formula and quickly the noises coming from his desk were no longer just laughs.

OUUUrrrARRRRRRRP

PRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT

UAAAArRrrp

Burping and farting noises echoed from his office, making all the staff turn to look at him with concern and surprise, except for me, I couldn't help but look with satisfaction, every burp, every fart from David, was one more step from me towards management.

It got to the point where David was just watching videos at his desk, farting, burping, wiping his nose, and annoying the rest of the employees with all of the above, who were quick to complain, the enchantment with David was over.

Soon they announced the new management; me, obviously.

The day I occupied my spacious dream-like new office, I was told that I would be assigned an assistant to share the space with.

"Even an assistant!? This is what I deserve" I thought, until...

PPPrrrRFFFFttttTTTTT

I heard a long and loud fart from the other side of the door and soon David entered, happily, with each step bouncing his perfect - fart machine - ass.

"Empty the tank before entering, boss," he told me straight away as he started to put his stuff on his desk.

"No... It can't be possible" I thought. "David will be my assistant!?"

- Ready to team up? - he asked me while scratching his butt with his hand inside his underwear and then extending his hand waiting for a shake.

I tried to ask for a change but they said they always choose the one who gave the second best results for being the 'right hand' of the gerent, and at the time it was David.

I'm cursed.

Now I have to spend the rest of my days working at this company - which I expected to be my job until I retired - with a guy who doesn't seem to be able to not fart for more than 15 minutes, and at this point most seem to be okay with it, they laugh with him about it, they love him again! I guess it's funny when you can see it and then you can go back to your office, but stops being funny when you have to hear it, smell it or even feel it! for your entire work shift!

At least he can still bring me coffee...

*David's Pov*

I smile proudly as I watch all my office bros laugh at my best trick: farting while shaking my butt. They love it!

"Oh shit, the boss's coffee!"

I finish with the copies and go back to the kitchen for the cup of coffee, while I'm there I take out a small bottle with a green liquid that I took from the boss's things and pour some into his coffee. I don't know what sweetener it is, but I know it's one of the boss's favorites, he always made the coffee he brought me with a bit of it, so he must love it, I'll make sure I never forget it!

- UuUARRRRRRRFRrrrp - i burped - ugh, those eggs from my breakfast are kicking in

- PRRRRFFFFFFFFT - followed by a big fart - okay, back to work.

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"Relaxed Straight"

Tags: Gay to straight, fart kink, IQ loss, personality change.

***

I can't believe we wore the exact same outfit - Teodoro said angrily as he entered to a cheap brand clothing store he found on the way.

He had left a party where another gay guy with who he didn't get along, had arrived wearing the same baggy pants and the same pastel pink shirt, and even the same pink glasses; it was totally humiliating.

"I'm sure he saw my outfit on my stories and imitated it just to annoy me" he thought.

He tried to find a good outfit at the atore but most of them were basic straight man clothes.

At the end, he decided for a crop top from the women's section and some basic jeans.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the brand.

"Relaxed straight"

- More like "Stressed gay" - he said to himself

When he was being atend at the counter before getting into for trying on clothes, the changing room worker looked at him with a strange smile... like mischieveous while drinking a can of beer, something gave him a bad feeling... Also, why is he allowed to drink at work?! But he decided to ignore it, at the the end he was just going to try on some clothes and leave.

He entered the changing rooms that emanated a bad rancid smell, so he began to change immediately to finish soon and scape from that place.

Soon enough he was in his underwear, and when he tried on the pants, he was surprised by how well they fit him.

Happy, he posed in front of the mirror, however, that happiness soon began to be overshadowed by a feeling of strangeness.

A slight burning sensation began to spread from his ankles up, soon the sensation took over all his legs and even his butt.

Thinking that he was having an allergic reaction to the cheap fabric, he tried to take off his pants but he couldn't unbutton them, it was like they were glued to him.

- AHHH - he shouted and immediately put a hand to his mouth when he realized that his voice sounded much deeper.

'Whats happening!?'

While he was stressed looking at himself in the mirror trying to figure out how to take off his pants, he realized that the pants were no longer so loose on him...

It seemed that his legs had thickened, they looked wider and more muscular, so much was the change that the pants went from loose to tight...

Still scared, he turned around with the intention of leaving the changing room and asking for help, but when he turned around he could see the exact moment when his ass swelled... His once flat ass was growing, filling with fat and muscle, until it had a large and enviable bubble shape.

This time, instead of worrying, he couldn't help but smile... Why stress over the fact that his body was magically changing if it was changing for the better? Besides, with that ass, surely his crush Isaac would finally pay attention to him...

Usually he would fantasize about Isaac, the handsome bisexual fuckboy from college fucking him... The idea seemed so sexy, so desirable... But when that image came to his head, this time what he felt was rejection.

"Maybe Isaac isn't my type anymore..."

What was his type? When he tried to think about how he liked men, images of curvy women with big breasts came to his mind.

"This Is getting to weird!" He tought.

Scared again, he tried to take off his pants, but when he reached for the zipper, he found a huge erect dick.

- Huhu, how big - he said, surprised and pleased, while looking at his new big member.

Now he thought: What did it matter if his mind was magically changing if at the same time his body was improving?

- What a nice cock - he said to himself, looking at his reflection with a cocky attitude - it would be a shame not to use it, huh? Maybe im a top after all.

He turned to look at his incredible ass.

- Well, it also would still be a shame not to use it - he said while slaping his buttcheecks - but I guess it still works for...

FFFRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRRP

His ass released a huge, loud fart while Teo laughed with a laugh that was now as clumsily and slow as him.

- Stills works for that, huhuhu - he finished while fanning the stench of the fart, it smelled just as rancid as the changing rooms when he had entered to.

He already had completely forgotten his concern and his plans to escape, and with every more minute he spent in those pants he also forgot the person he was...

He couldn't stop thinking on how good his cock was and how bad he wanted to use It... With a woman, he was craving for some vag.

And every fart he was letting out, Teao was farting away all those toughts that could stress him, his vanity, his college goals, his IQ...

Turning him Just as the brabd name, relaxed straight.

After a while posing for the mirror he prepared to continue trying the rest of the outfit, but soon he realized the options in his fitting room...

A women's crop top? He must have been confused when grabbing the clothes from the counter, he wouldn choose those girly clothes...

He left the now even stinkier room and asked the employee of moments ago for a basic shirt of any color.

- But hey, a man's color, bro - he specified.

Soon the employee arrived with a black t-shirt without a print.

Teo tried it on, it was perfect! Nothing could go wrong with basic outfits of one color.

He was about to change back into the clothes he had arrived to and then go to pay for his new outfit, but he looked confused at his belongings:

Baggy decorated pants? Pink short t-shirt? Pink glasses? Was this his outfit?!

Imposible! He wouldn't go out in that!

- Hey bro! - He said to the worker - Is there a problem if I pay wearing this? My previous clothes were shit, that's why I came here, It was an emergency

- No problem bro, and they do were shit, you looked like a sissy - the worker finished drinking his beer and released a loud and shameless burp - UAAAAARRRRPPP

- Nice one - Teo laughed

- But not anymore, mah bro - the employee continued - now you look relaxed and straight.

The new Teo got into his car, turned on the radio to the sports section, stroked his member and smiled as he drove back to the party, ready to find some girl to use It.

[str8brostink]

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I feel like he doesnt look like the kind of guy that would fart this shamesly but he does and its fucking hot