Gassy TF Ghost

Want to be TF'd into your dream? Wanna see someone else TF'd 😜? Send an ask of who and what your looking for!! Honestly just ask me about stink and tfs if ya want. Stories MAY feature Weight Gain/Farts/STINK so is your tf desire worth the risk of an upside;)

[gassytfghost]

Everyone was playing the new life simulator game online. All you had to do was upload a photo of yourself to the site and you’d suddenly find an avatar just like yourself in the game. You thought it was cool being able to do things you couldn’t do in real life. But like all games you’ll start to get bored sooner or later. It had been a few months since your last log in and you decided to look and see if anything had changed. Looks like you left your avatar idle for a few too many years and he gained a few hundred pounds, wet himself and farted his brains out staining the only piece of clothing to grow with him. The once 22 year old jock bro avatar now a 46 year old obese gassy pig still wearing the same stupid helmet you left him in. You suddenly looked down at your massive beer gut before lifting a leg *BRAPPPPPPPPP* looks like with your new found weight you’d have more than enough time to play again ;)

[gassytfghost]

Body swap story between a skinny guy from a rural area who has a fart kink and a heavier guy from nyc who is rather clean cut and has good hygiene. The skinny guy gets so horny anytime someone farts or burps or stuff like that. He always wished he could be come a gainer but he could never gain weight no matter how hard he tried. The other guy always wished he was skinny. He has been working out multiple times a week and tries to diet but struggles to lose anything. He has also found farts and burping to be really disgusting. They magically swap bodies one night so when they wake up they have their dream bodies. But little does the overweight guy know his new body is going to be turned on by farts and burps and stuff despite his mind thinking they’re disgusting.

Anthony sat there sweating like a dog who’d been non stop running for hours on end playing fetch. Though instead Anthony was trying to fetch his goal of being skinny. For years he’d been the overweight coworker everyone avoided and the only thing they could say when describing his without using his weight was “He’s really funny”… he didn’t even talk work so how would they know that? He’d spent the past few months working out nightly after his office shift. Waking up and working a 9-5 desk job, going to the gym from 5:30-9 and then heading home, eating and sleeping before starting the day over again. He tried so hard yet no matter what he’d do he’d never made any progress. Every time he stepped on the scale the number felt as if it had gotten higher and higher, he was sick of the effort he’d put in and the results not following.

He headed to the gym for the 5th consecutive day in a row ready to put in all the effort he could for 0 results. He didn’t even care to gain muscle all he cared for was to see the weight disappear. Multiple times he was approached about technique or tips but never once did he listen. Unlike the other men who inhabited this gym Anthony saw himself as a clean freak always making sure to shower, shave and wear cologne every morning. He knew if he couldn’t have the looks from his body he may as well be as hygienic as possible. He absolutely despised the men who came in without deodorant, the ones you could smell from miles away. Worst of all he hated the grossness of the men. The walked around drinking their protein drinks proceeding to burp the alphabet between reps or even come up and let out a quick *PFFFFFFTTTTT* behind Anthony while working out. He hated how the gym rats thought that burping and farting were the funniest thing ever. To Anthony it was the nastiest thing someone could do and in the case he ever had to he’d always make sure to step away and do it privately.

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Steven was the textbook definition of a farm kid. He’d spent the past 21 years of his life born and raised in the South working on his family’s farm. He was almost always shirtless showing off his abs whilst doing his work load around the farm. He was a wild child too spending his early teens fucking around ending up with him getting kicked out of college resulting in him having too much free time. He’d end up spending most of his days doing extra work on the farm just to keep himself busy. But deep down Steven had a secret he’d kept hidden from everyone. Steven loved his time on the farm and enjoyed the fun he was able to have while working but deep down he wished he had it different. Steven was a closeted gay man living in the South keeping it secret out of fear. He’d also learned early on in life that musk was a strong turn on for him leading to him eventually discovering his obsession with farting and burping. Unable to do it himself was the only problem he faced, his skinny little frame never allowed for him to make huge smelly farts or loud roaring burps. He hated how little he could enjoy his kinks.

He’d gotten to the point where he knew if he weren’t able to come out to be able to enjoy them then he may as well change himself to be able to. For months on end he’d try and gain weight in hopes of becoming an obese pile of lard. But with all the work he’d do around the farm it amounted to nothing but muscle. He’d grown envious of the bigger men on neighboring farms who’d be able to be as nasty as they wanted due to their frame whilst he was stuck as a twig.

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That night the fates aligned as a meteor shower struck over the night sky. Both Anthony and Steven just so happened to catch eye of the beautiful site. Shooting stars lighting the sky deep into the night, many people already asleep or unaware of the magnificent scene. Though if by chance both Anthony and Steven watched that meteor shower. As the night went on and few and fewer stars went by one last one came down. Both men looked at the star and made a wish

Anthony: “I wish I could lose weight and be skinny”

Steven: “ I wish I could gain weight and be the fart farting pig I strive to be”

As they made their wishes they watched as the same star both men had seen exploded lighting up the night sky into a giant white flash, blinding both men.

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Anthony opened his eyes and stared up at the night sky. Finding a tree covering part of his view left him confused. He attempted to sit up only to find it much easier than it usually was. He immediately looked down at his hands and body to find himself 150 pounds lighter and more lean. Anthony was ecstatic. His wish had came true and he was skinny. He immediately jumped up and started sprinting around enjoying the ease of running.

He quickly sprinted to the nearest road and headed to his house looking to start his new life as a skinny man. After finally finding a familiar road he decided to take it easy and slowly exam his body. Who cares if he was caught it was the middle of the night anyway. He decided to stop at the local 24/7 Fitness to check his body out in the light and put it to work. He walked in and headed to the dressing room checking out his new physique impressed with how his Ass stuck out and his chest layed flat. The gym was mostly empty but in the neighboring row of lockers he’d heard the nastiest, wettest fart *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPP* and he was disgusted by it. Though the culprit of the fart, a 25 year old college jock turned the corner and looked at Anthony “Woah sorry for invading bro, didn’t think I’d find someone hard from looking at themselves” Anthony looked down to realize that he indeed had a boner and this random man had caught him with it.

Anthony quickly covered himself with his hands and apologized to the other man. He just laughed it off “All good dude, we all gotta enjoy ourselves somehow” *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* before wafting his fart behind his back. Though at that moment Anthony’s dick started twitching and both men noticed it. “Wait… are you seriously hard because I farted?” Anthony couldn’t believe it either nor did he want to believe it. Farts were disgusting, nasty and vile yet for some reason made his dick twitch. The jock walked up to Anthony. “You’re a little fart pig aren’t you?” Before turning his ass around thrusting it back towards Anthony’s dick and *PFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT* straight onto it.

Anthony wanted so hard to be mad and yell at the jock for being so nasty but instead all he could do was moan as he felt the vibrations of the fart against his dick. The smell simmering in the musky locker room causing him to burst straight on the jocks ass. Anthony sat in bliss realizing that his new body was addicted to farts and he silent change it. But was the price of the body worth the disgust in his head? Totally.

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Steven attempted to sit up after the flash only finding himself wobbling back and forth trying to rock his way up. He’d never had this much trouble sitting up. It wasn’t till he swung his arms trying to gain momentum that he hit his stomach and caused himself pain. Immediately his eyes jolted open as he realized he’d hit his stomach???? He was a skinny dude before the flash yet now as he looked down he weighed at least 250 pounds and had a nice gut growing. He couldn’t believe it and immediately punched himself to see if he was dreaming.

Steven yelped at the pain but realized that he felt it which meant he indeed wasn’t dreaming. His wish had came true and he gained weight. He immediately stripped off his shirt and started jiggling his stomach. He tried many things in his new body enjoying the way he jiggled and moaned. He knew exactly what he wanted to try next and immediately inhaled as much air as he could before suddenly *BBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP* he let out a huge 20 second burp waking up the nearby animals. He patted his stomach and laughed at how much it was. Though he noted usually burps gave him boners get that didn’t and assumed it just happened to be he hadn’t learned enough of his new body to give himself one yet. He stood up for the night and started heading back to his room. He undressed one final time and started at himself in the mirror before hopping under the covers. He tried his best to squeeze himself under his blankets but struggled immensely to fit his whole body under. This only got him more excited realized just how big he’d become. After finally settling down he felt a fart coming and knew what to do closing all the blankets around him to trap the smell.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* a 45 second long fart smelling of discomposed animals nailed his nose. He immediately started gagging at the smell but unlike the usual gags where he’d end up horny at the end this time he ended up almost pulling. Immediately hobbling up opening a window trying to air out his room. He figured it was just the new body’s first fart and he hadn’t smelt one like it before so he didn’t worry too much. But only 2 minutes later he felt yet another this one much shorter *BRAPPPPP* still a wet 15 second fart but this one also did nothing for him. It was at this point Steven realized that he had his dream body but at the cost of no longer being addicted to farts. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from farting non stop. *PFFFFTTT* *PSHHHHHHHH* *BRAP BRAP BRAP* non stop came from his new obese pig ass.

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At the end of the day both men had gotten what they wished for. For Anthony he’d become skinny and taken the body of Steven. And for Steven he’d become and obese farting pig by taking Anthony’s body. Though they both also had managed to get more than they bartend for when swapping. Anthony gaining Steven’s love for farts. Steven aging Anthony’s hatred for them. In the end both men loved their new body’s but couldn’t help and miss some aspects of their old ones.

[gassytfghost]

Always looking for prompts to inspire stories, feel free to send any ask you want me to write :)

I mostly write shorter stories about Weight Gain, Bodyswap/TF and Farting but I’m all for extra things too!

[gassytfghost]

When scrolling social media I've started seeing more and more lanky guys with insanely small waists.. I've always been insecure about my weight so could you help me achieve what they have ideally without developing an eating disorder?

So you’re insecure about your weight and want to achieve an insanely small waist without developing an eating disorder? Well I’ll attempt to help you but may have to have some fun myself. Let’s start by possessing you and taking a look at what I’m working with.

Man such a hot body… and you’re insecure about it? If you don’t want it I’ll gladly take it from ya haha but that’s besides the point. Well I’ll definitely have to change that but first let’s look at these guys you keep seeing hmm first let’s look at Snap. Your most recent message is from a ginger twink named Kyle, let’s take a look at the photo.

Yea he’s definitely skinny and a handsome dude but I don’t see why you feel the need to compare yourself to him. But I have a plan in mind already but let’s look around a little more. Next let’s check your instagram. The first post I see upon opening your page is from Submissive_Sammy1997 and he’s yet another twink.

Im starting to think you have a thing for twinks and they just happen to make up majority of your feeds. But just for safe keeping let me do one last check on your Twitter to see. Swiping open the app and shocker it’s BubbLevi_Butt and it’s yet another skinny man this time with a huge butt. Hmmm I think I’ve cemented what I’ll change and it should be a simple fix.

First off I’m changing your body but not to much cause your already hot dude. I get wanting a skinny waist so you feel confident but I think once I’m done you feel confident either way. So let’s start by growing you 150 pounds so you’re still a handsome cub but your waist is a bit bigger for your sake (and mine) and don’t worry you’ll understand why in a minute hehe ;)

Second off I’m changing your type, no longer will you be attracted to twinks. No now all you’ll crave is the warmth provided by bigger men.

And third and final change is a huge one, I’m using all the power I can to change the ideal male body type. No longer shall men try and achieve a tiny body, no now they wish to show off their big gassy belly’s. Men around the world should wish to become incredible, hairy, gassy beast.

*FLASH*

Alright, let’s take a look at your phone again. First let’s check on Kyle and looks like he’s happier than ever showing off his growing stomach and posting farting videos to his IG story. Looks like you’re chubbing up just looking at him so I consider that a success.

Next is Sammy who now prefers Samuel as he feels it presents him to be older. Samuel now weighs at least 350 pounds and god does he look better than before showing off that hulking gut. I know you wish to use it as a pillow don’t you :)

Finally let’s take one last look at Levi. And just like the others Levi seems to have ballooned up. No longer does he post about his Bubble butt. Now he post about his bubbly gut. That’s right he now prides himself in his burps and farts and has even gone as far to making a living off simply rubbing his stomach and farting. Your rock hard there buddy and I don’t blame you I think it’s incredibly hot as well.

Well looks like your enjoying your new body and no longer are you insecure of your bigger stature. Now you feel like you fit in don’t you? Finally living in a world where every man looks like you and no longer is the word “twink” a know one. Bigger Is better and I hope your new life allows you to understand :)

[gassytfghost]

I hated how cocky Topher was. He sat there raising his arm, exposing his pit knowing that such a simple action would be more than enough to pay his bills for the week. He knew that he was hot and would be able to live his life comfortably by baiting gay men into buying his content. He didn’t have to put in the work someone like me did no he was handed the work on a silver spoon whilst I had to sit there and forge my own spoon. I was sick of it and how someone wins purely because of there looks. I knew I had to change something so that night I did what anyone in my position would do… I researched.

I spent hours at my computer scrolling through sites looking from things on how to hypnotize people to how to make them lose their mind. But I settled on something much more devious. I had found a spell that would allow me to posses someone for 24 hours and make changes to there body, mind and soul. Any changes made during that time would permanently affect them. I knew I had to try it on Topher. I waited days for the perfect moment. He had sent out a notification stating he’d be live on OF in 5 minutes. I quickly opened up the website and got ready to recite the spell. Tophers livestream flicked on and I knew it was time.

Within seconds of the spell being said I felt a gravitational pull grab me from my body as I felt myself sucked into his. I looked down and forward realizing I was successfully sitting in his body in front the camera. The first thing I did was something Topher would never had done for free and that was remove my shorts and shirt. No longer would Topher be waiting for men to pay him enough to “earn the privilege” to see him half nude, they’d get it for free now as I changed Tophers brain into being more open to the idea of nudity for free.

My next change came suddenly when I felt in Tophers stomach a large rumbling gas bubble forming. I had a devious idea, I turned his ass to the camera and *BRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT* I nearly shat myself from letting out such a huge wet fart. I immediately got hard at the idea of Topher farting and decided to change Tophers mind by making him into an avid fart enjoyer. Topher would now start all his lives with a *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* and end with a *PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTT* out of his hot twinky bubble butt.

My final change was the most important. I changed his brain to be into men. No longer would he be able to bait gay men into his content knowing they’d never get a chance. No now they’d all have a chance as Topher would be openly gay on streams asking for gassy men to hit his line. Topher thrived of his twink gas and used it to his advantage *PFFFFFTTT PFFFTTTTT PFFFT* as he twerked on stream that night. I spent the rest on the night on stream farting *BRAP BRAP BRAP* *PFFFFTTTT* *PSHHHHHHHHHT* until I couldn’t no more.

I ended the stream with one last fart. Tophers bare ass pushed into the lens as he fogged it up with roaring *PFFFFFFFFFFTFFFFTFTFTFTTFTTFTFTTFTTFFTF* I closed down the stream looking at his phone realizing I still had 16 hours left and man was I going to use it….

Needless to say when I was done with him Topher the straight thirst trapper was no more. In his place was Topher the gassy, bean eating hypno sub ready to fart for his masters and be hypnotized to do what he was told *BRAPPPPPPPPPPP*

[gassytfghost]

My fiancé and I just moved to the suburbs cause he got a new job. It was fine at first but recently he’s started getting real friendly with our neighbors.

Which is fine! Good even! It’s just- He’s started to look and act like them too… I called him out on it and he just said “I don’t know what you mean kiddo?” I don’t know what to do…

You didn’t want to be concerned by his actions yet you knew something was up. Just last week you were 2 twinks moving into your first house, celebrating being able to afford a house by 25 in this economy. Your neighbors held a welcome party, made you feel like you belonged. But now all of a sudden you fiancé had gained muscle out of no where, grew a full blown mustache in a week and somehow aged 15 years. The weirdest part was that you knew it was still him even if it didn’t seem natural.

He sat on your couch drinking his coffee “Morning Kiddo, what’re your plans today?” As if he were a father questioning his son. “Babe we were going to go out for dinner tonight remember? And since when am I kiddo?” He had forgotten all about your plans “Sorry Kiddo, forgot completely and agreed to host a BBQ for the neighbor hood dads tonight. You wouldn’t mind going shopping and getting some stuff will you? Daddy has to start prepping” you couldn’t believe it, the man you were going to marry soon completely forgetting about your plans and choosing to hang out with your neighbors over you. You were pissed and without saying a word turned around and slammed the door as you walked to your car.

You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you weren’t staying here till things changed. You hopped in your car and started driving when you heard a *POP* noise. Looking out your window to find that your rear tire had popped. Not even a block away from your house, you felt trapped. Your neighbor outside walked over to the car offering so assistance. “Looks like your in a pickle Kid, need some help?” You stared at the bigger man and just sighed “Yes I need help but I’m not a kid… I’m 25 and work a full time job, I’m engaged an own a house yet everyone sees me as a kid” your neighbor gave a devious smirk as he reached his hand out “let me help you with your problems then” you just looked at him before agreeing and shaking his hand, realizing this was your best bet to get away for the time being.

As your hands linked you felt a jolt of energy down your spine. Your body quickly starting to twitch, unable to move anything but your eyes. You stared at your neighbor as he smiled at you. Rage filled your brain yet you had no way to release it, your neighbor seemed to understand though just by looking at you “No need to be angry, it’ll all be better soon”. The first change that you felt was the weight of your body increasing heavily as if you’d gained hundreds of pounds in seconds swiftly followed by your vision raising higher as if you’d grown a few inches. Still unable to look fully down and move. Next your memories started to be rewritten. No longer in your head were you the 25 year old twink about to be married. No, you were now the 45 year old bear in a gainer-feeder relationship who’d lived in this neighborhood with his partner for years.

Years of memory’s rewrote to fit a narrative you never lived yet somehow remembered vividly. Your husband spent his working out and hanging out with the men of the neighbor hood at the gym. You and their husbands on the other hand worked full time jobs coming home and eating food filed with calories. To the men you were nothing more than pigs that made them look better by comparison, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed the attention from your husband and wouldn’t change a thing. You loved your new life as a bear in the suburbs living with his jock feeder.

[gassytfghost]

Hopefully this isn’t too sensitive, but I secretly wants to be the complete opposite of the Asian male stereotype.

You were sick and tired of always being overlooked by your classmates, always being ignored when it came to choosing groups for projects. You worried that no one liked you because you were the quiet Asian kid who sat in the back of class writing notes every lecture because you just wanted to make sure you remembered everything for the test, it wasn’t your fault the other students didn’t put in the same effort. It was the same scenario you’d lived through countless times this semester. A group project where you’d end up getting assigned into a random group by the teacher because you’d fail to find your own. Another group project where your partners wouldn’t ed up communicating with you fully. Another group project you felt like you’d be doing alone, you were sick of it.

The class got dismissed and as everyone stood up to either leave or choose parters, you remained seated scribbling in your note book. Writing the same sentence over and over. “I wish to be noticed” was written probably 30 times in a row down the page. It wasn’t till a mysterious kid you’d never seen before grabbed your shoulder “I can change that”. You turned around to the shock of someone actually approaching you in class, you’d never noticed him before. He was wearing a black hoodie that covered his face perfectly with a shadow, black Nike joggers and some worn down black Air Force’s. You looked back at the man “what do you mean “Change that””

He looked down before letting out a chuckle. He ripped the page out of your notebook crumpling it between his hands yet upon opening his hands it was empty and the paper had disappeared. He walked away as if nothing had happened leaving you jaw dropped in the back of class. You hurriedly grabbed your belongings and headed back to your dorm. That night you sat in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about the project. You had no partners yet again and the one time you thought you might’ve had one it was just a random dude who came up to you and creeped you out. You sat there wondering why no one even attempted to talk to you? Were you really just the sad lonely Asian kid to them?

You closed your eyes and dreamed of a world where you’d be noticed by people. Change that. People cared to talk to you, see how you were doing. You wished for that to be reality. Change that. A sense of belonging between you and others. Change that. The voice of the random man kept repeating in your head “Change that”. As it echoed through your mind you felt yourself start falling through a black hole in your dream state. Everyone it happened you’d wake up in bed yet this time it felt different, you feel for a long time watching past memories play as you made your way down the hole. Every memory slightly altered from how you last remembers it. Suddenly jolting awake you sat up in bed. You looked around and saw your hands. They were different than before, they had muscle? Definition?

You looked like someone who no longer sat in the back of class all day taking notes. You now had the body of an Ivy League swimmer. Your phone immediately started blowing up. You looked down… 32 missed notifications. It felt normal but deep down you knew it wasn’t, but all you could hear was “Changed that” echoing deep in your mind. Everything around you had changed and you’d now become the most popular athlete on campus, everyone wanted to hang out with you, everyone invited you to group projects and everyone knew you. No longer were you overlooked no, now you were the main star of the college swim team. Everyone loved you and everyone celebrated you for your achievements. You were everything you’d once dreamed of being and more.

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Hope this short story fits the narrative you were hoping it would, I hope it didn’t come off in a bad way as I never want my stories to come out as offensive 💔

Please feel free to tell me if you like it, hate it or want more! Everything helps wether it’s good or bad criticism:)

[gassytfghost]

It was a stormy summer night, the rain heavy enough o leave the street flooded. I sprinted down the sidewalk trying my best to avoid puddles. I just wanted to make it home, I was in pain and supposed to be on bed rest but instead I chose to go out with friends. Next thing I know this huge storm hits before I even made it there. I should’ve just stayed home tonight and continued with writing my stories. As I sprinted I ducked under as much cover as I possibly could to avoid the rain but I was still 4 miles out from my house and the water was slowly but surely rising.

Suddenly I kicked something hard causing me to stumble and fall face first into a puddle. I reached my hands out to push myself back up and look for what I kicked when I was met with a helmet. Just sitting in the middle of the street. I realized that someone must’ve lost it but also knew that if I put it on I could avoid my face getting more wet than it already had gotten. I stood up grasping the helmet and slowly pulling it over my head. It felt as if my whole world was changing around me. Instead of the stormy night I had just experienced I found myself sitting in a bedroom I was startled by the sudden change of scenery, flipping the visor up and down to confirm what had just happened. Instead it cemented that I had be transported somewhere else.

I looked down at myself to realize I was no longer wet from falling in the puddle but instead I was dry. Honestly was my ex-jock body replaced by that of a a jock again. I was shocked and started to feel myself but upon touching my stomach I felt the most excruciating pain followed by a sudden *BRAPPPPPPPPP* out of my rear. I couldn’t help but be shocked by the noise I had just released but the worst thing? This new body is found myself in had immediately gotten hard after smelling the rotten egg stench it had just released. This new body had been turned on by farts.

I lifted my leg and let out a few more farts *Pfft* *Pfft* *PFFFFFFT* I couldn’t help but giggle at myself. Minutes ago I would’ve been disgusted by this but as if the helmet had fully changed me I know enjoyed the idea of farting and loved it. I tried my best to get rid of my boner but to no avail. I realized I had to stop whatever change was happening so I tried to pull off the helmet yet it as if there was a barrier around it that I couldn’t see blocking my hands from touching it. I tried my hardest but no matter what I did I couldn’t remove it. Every attempt making me hornier as I realized I was stuck as this dumb gassy biker.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT* I opened up the visor trapping the smell inside my helmet as I felt myself boner harden to a point I couldn’t help but cum on the spot. My new body was addicted and I knew that my new stench was nauseating to say the least. I needed to share my stench with the world. I went out side and found my bike taking a seat. *BRAPPPPPPPPPP* and immediately realized it was out of gas. I stood up facing my ass towards the tank before releasing a 60 second long wet fart that reeked of spoiled vegetables *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP* *PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* I closed the lid and sat on my bike, gas tank full and ready to help spread my hot Russian ass fines around the globe.

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Story somewhat based on me. Been bored on bedrest doing tons of short little story request figured it was time to change up and tf myself to something hot now instead of other people ;)

Like my 5th story today so sorry for the spam/low quality, just writing for myself and hoping others like it as well :)

[gassytfghost]

Strolling through a field of withered flowers and dead crops on your way home from work. Dark gloomy and dead, you wanted nothing more than to feel joy again but ever since you moved to the UK you haven’t been able to find a place you felt you fit in. Crunching of the dead plants filling the silence as you walked back to your home. Another day of you internship gone by another day closer to being able to return home.

Back at your home you layed in bed staring at the ceiling longing for a place to belong. Your phone immediately goes off, a message from an unknown number “Meet at these coordinates”. It was random and out of no where yet you felt inclined to go. You plugged the address into your phone and realized it was a paintball arena. You’d never played paintball yet it called to you, was this where you’d fit it?

45 minutes later you’d arrived at the arena. It was dark out and it was closed yet you knew you were called here for a reason. Upon walking to the front door you were surprised to find it was unlocked. Inside was a reception desk and a locker room. You took small steps through the dark room to reach the desk where you found a note atop a box which read “Put it on, feel like you belong”. Upon opening the box you found a green balaclava. You picked it up and examined it, it smelt of heavy sweat and looked as if it had been used many times yet you still felt the need to put it on. You raised it into the air and slid it over your head before pulling it over.

Immediately your sight changed as the world around you spun, memories rearranging. You grew to be 6’3 and gained 60 pounds of pure muscle. Your old clothes slowly ripping down the seams suddenly being replaced by camo attire all around your body. Your American accent soon replaced by a deep Russian accent. Your fruity cologne replaced by the smell of stale farts and beer. You looked in the mirror and realized you had found where you belong. You were a Batya Terminator, you played paintball with your friends and you spent your days at the gym building your new ideal life. You’d never return to America but that’s fine why would you want to when you have everyone, everything you need right here.

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Another short request! Hope you enjoy it :)

[gassytfghost]

how about a story about a nerd who wants to be popular so bad he tries an experimental protein bar. he has no idea the bar builds muscle (especially glutes) by using up a person’s IQ. slowly he turns into a dumb gassy jock, definitely popular with the gays because of his big butt.

“Chemistry today, Physics tommorow and… physical education tommorow” dread filled Harrison’s face at the revelation that in order to graduate top of his class he’d have to complete his Gym final with a perfect 100%. He did everything right in all 5 of his other classes but one missed point in PE could be enough for him to lose his spot at valedictorian. He knew he had to try his hardest or the past 19 years of his life leading up to this moment would have been wasted. Struggling to carry his book bag was more than enough a sign to him that tommorow was going to be a challenge yet he had no time to stress currently otherwise he’d fail his chem final today.

Sitting at his desk he knew this would be easy and low and behold he’d finished his final in a mere 15 minutes. He made his way out of the classroom now alone in the halls as all the other students struggled with such easy equations. Walking the halls he knew now would be the time to start working on a way to pass his PE test, unsure what would it be. Endurance? Strength? Overall participation. He knew he could t risk it so he figured he’d try and train in all 3. Sprint down the hall to head home he turned the corner to fast a ran splat into a vending machine. He had no former memories of the machine being there yet it was now. His books strung across the floor as he scurried around grabbing them. Picking up the final book he reached down straight towards the bottom of the machine when his gaze met it, a protein bar. Sure it wouldn’t do a ton but even a little extra protein would be a helpful for tomorrow. He grabbed his Captain America lunchbox and pulled out his lunch change as he bought himself 3 protein bars before making his way home.

Upon reaching his house Harrison immediately bit into one of the protein bar noting its woody taste as all the nuts soaked in his mouth. Each bite left him craving more, he’d never had a snack so tasty. Salivating between every bite he chomped down on the bar one last time before immediately feeling a rumbling in his stomach. Harrison excused it as having skipped lunch to buy protein bars. He knew he should’ve been studying but after the feeling the protein bars had left in his mouth he wanted nothing more than to be happy. He had bought a captain America suit once as it was his favorite comic hero and knew he wanted to put it on. As he went to put it on he leaned over and *PFFFTTTT* a little fart had escaped his nerdy little rump. Immediately feeling embarrassed he’d realized nobody was around and quickly forgot as he attempted to put on the suit. It had felt different, he’d worn it many times before yet this time it was harder to get into fully, struggling to squeeze his glutes fully in.

Upon finally squeezing into the suit he looked down at the latex and felt pleasure releasing through his body. He went to go take photos of himself in the suit when he suddenly looked in the mirror to find his hair had changed, now shorter and appearing more bleached. He knew he should’ve been worried about the change but for the life of him couldn’t figure out why he should’ve been worried. Instead he took photos of his suit enjoying the way it hugged his grown chest and pelvic area. He spent the night edging himself in his suit instead of studying figuring he’d just take another protein bar before school.

Upon laying in bed Harrison feel asleep but his body remained awake. Relaxing noxious protein farts often through the night. Upon waking up Harry had realized he’d slept in late and was about to miss whatever exam he’d had planned that morning. He quickly grabbed a bag and his 2 protein bars before sprinting towards the school. Eating one of the bars as he ran he couldn’t help but feel queasy as his stomach started to betray him * Pfffftttttt* he sprinted faster knowing *pfffffffttttt* that there were no *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* bathrooms nearby and that his *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* only chance was making it to school. Upon arriving Harry had completely forgotten about his exam as he spent more time trying to remember where the bathroom was. *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT* Harry let out a giant 30 second fart as he sighed relief thinking it was all over. He hurriedly grabbed his bag and check his schedule to find he was supposed to be going to a physics exam. He walked around the campus finding the lecture hall before taking a seat. “Harrison you’re 10 minutes late I’m afraid I can’t allow you to take the final. You will receive a 0 in its score”. Harry looked at the man confused as to why he’d even show up if the man wouldn’t allow him to attempt it anyway. Harry turned around before lifting his leg *BRAAAAAAPPPPPPP* releasing a huge wet fart inside the lecture hall. He immediately stormed out deciding he might as well head to the gym and begin practicing early. He wasn’t even mad he couldn’t remember a single thing about physics anyway. He made his way to the locker room where he started looking at himself in the mirror admiring all his muscles

He couldn’t recall when he’d gotten so big but he knew it seemed right. He’d never been too bright instead he’d always been a dumb jock bro… yea that seemed correct. He stood up flexing his muscles whilst eating his last protein bar. Immediately feeling the same rumbling feeling as before he let out a huge 45 second wet fart *BBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP* before smirking in the mirror. He headed out towards the field ready for his exam. Upon reaching the field he’d found that only the coach stood there. “Ah Harrison looks like my plan worked, you found the protein bars I’d put into the vending machine” Harry stared at the coach with some confusion *pfffrt* “ every time you ate one of those bars you become dumber. More jock like. More ready to become on of my star athletes.” Harry tried his best to understand what the coach was saying but couldn’t for the life of him remember any words mentioned 3 seconds earlier. The coach grabbed Harry and brought him inside showing him the mirror. “Look at yourself boy, yesterday you were a nerd. Looked over by all and full of yourself thinking you were smarter than everyone”

“Now look at yourself, you a huge muscle beast with an ass the size off 2 basketballs. Every time you farted your ass grew as your iq shrank. You’ve become the perfect malleable jock for me” Harry perked his head the side as he locked eyes with the coach. Yea that was right, he belonged to the coach and wanted nothing more than to please him. Coach was right he was just a dumb gassy gay jock now built to please coach and show up his smelly little dump truck between games. Gone were the days on that dweeb Harrison, now it was all Harry the Meathead.

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Hipe you enjoyed the story, it’s been sitting there for a while so figured I’d get it done now!

As always leave criticism for me down below, it blows me learn and become a better writer!

[gassytfghost]

Can I become muscular indian twink with the best affordable lifestyle?

So you want to be a muscular Indian twink with an affordable lifestyle? Well I can try my best but Twink and Muscular contradict each other so let’s see where you end ups. First thing we’re changing is your view on the world. No longer do you work for others no. Others now work for you, you’re now a 28 year old manager at a high end catering business. You spend your days planning events and sending out others to do the hard work for you whilst you sit in your office doing whatever you feel like. Your memories will soon follow as you’ll remember from a young age enjoying eating healthy and sticking to a diet that allowed you to build plenty of muscle.

You now sit in the office working out from 10 to 5 doing only an hour of work when you arrive as why should you have to do more than that. You went to college and graduated top of your class you deserve a break from doing all the hard work. You’ve slimmed down since your college days being a lean twink with growing muscle, you love to show off your growing build all over social media as the attention boost your ego tremendously. You sit there posting pictures of you in skimpy clothing or just your underwear baiting men into complementing you knowing deep down your better than they’ll ever be.

As more and more days of your new lifestyle go by your no longer a twink and slowly start to gain mass as you can’t help but indulge yourself with some of the company food. You stick to your healthy diet eating tons of protein and dairy. You go from a 170 pound twink to a 220 pound pure muscle beast in just 2 months. And man does its show. Your muscles bulge out of every shirt you own and you refuse to put anything on to cover your physique. You’re proud of it and wear the tightest pair of underwear you have to show off everything. You choose not to worry about what others think of you cause deep down you truly believe they’ll never amount to anything of your stature. You let out loud protein farts, massive smelly burps and refuse to wear deodorant. Your a massive radiating aura of musk but you don’t mind cause it draws in the lady’s.

You’ve given up on men because you don’t think anyone deserves to be with you if they can’t get like you. Most twinks want you but you don’t want them hell most of them faint just at a whiff of your protein farts. They’re pathetic and don’t deserve such a god as yourself. You can buy a night with anyone you want why waste it on a weak little man when your raging alpha cock demands a hole to fill. Your life changed that’s for sure and whilst you may be muscular your defiantly not anything near a twink anymore. But who cares when the world revolves around you.

[gassytfghost]

Alone in your room like every other night, dreaming of a life where you could be noticed. Instead you were stuck in your family’s home watching as your peers went and partied whilst you stayed at home watching anime. Your current watch being Kinnikuman. You sat there at your pc starring at the screen watch as your life wasted away. You had nothing better in life than to be a sad gay boy without friends whose only accomplishments were being able to watch full seasons of anime’s uninterrupted. You knew your life sucked but you had accepted that nothing would change.

The main focus of the episode you were currently watching focused on a match between the main character and Buffaloman who deep down you lusted after. He was an anime character but man was he a dream man to you. 450 pounds of muscle, tall and older. He was everything you wanted. You couldn’t help but make sure your door was locked as you suddenly pulled out your wanker getting ready to release to the sound of Buffalomans hot Russian accent. You stroked your cock as you grunted. In between each stroke you thought of what you’d do to look anything like Buffaloman and not some average old gay man. Every stroke you moaned his name a little louder. Every stroke closer and closer to release

Suddenly the screen flashed right as you released. Buffaloman made a punch motion right at the screen making it appear as if it broke, you fell back in ecstasy from the pleasure. Your head hit the floor as suddenly everything went black. Your eyes opened immediately but suddenly everything looked different… brighter even. You looked down to realize you had massive muscles and stood even taller. You thought deep down you must be dreaming, pinching yourself to wake up but to your shock nothing happened. You ran your hands over your body, your face… your horns?? What the?? It couldn’t be real you thought but indeed it was. You had somehow become Buffaloman

Just as you looked around studying your new surroundings you saw to your right was a weird black box. On the outside you saw your former body waking up, looking around and feeling himself as you did just mere seconds ago. He said something but you couldn’t understand before he suddenly looked at the tv and realized he was no longer where he should be. The real Buffaloman must’ve ended up in your body. You watched as he grabbed the mouse and start moving it before suddenly he smirked one last time through the box before disappearing. He had shut the tab locking you in a new universe.

You wanted to feel anger knowing you were stuck in an anime but deep down were just excited to have become Buffaloman. Suddenly a beam appeared in the sky warping you to a room. By the looks of it, it must’ve been Buffalomans room that he’d spend time in when not on screen. You realized now was your chance to fully explore your new body, pulling down your underwear and grabbing your new thick Russian cock. Each stroke of your cock felt better and better compared to that of your human cock. You lifted your arm and smelt your new stench. Thick and musky from all the boxing this body had done. Then it hit, a giant rumble in your stomach *PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* a giant fart realized out of your muscular ass. It smelt of rotten eggs and heavy amounts of protein. You couldn’t help but cum on the spot to it.

You didn’t know how exactly but you had become your favorite anime character Buffaloman for the foreseeable future. Handsome, Nasty and full of Protein Farts. And you wouldn’t change it for the world. But one day you’d risk ending back up in your old body, hopefully Buffaloman doesn’t ruin its reputation anymore because the protein has stuck with him…

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Short little story request!

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[gassytfghost]

I was just an ordinary twink that day, but I made a stupid wish. All I wanted in life was to be noticed by someone. Have someone want me, need me. But to everyone around I was just another fish in the sea of brown haired twinks. I made a stupid wish that ended up backfiring on me. You see I was sitting in my room looking at myself in the mirror wondering what I’d have to change to be noticed when as if the universe was speaking to me I heard faint whispers “Change” “Curse” “Accept” and while sure I could’ve been scared for all I know those could’ve been people faintly talking outside. It wasn’t till a full sentence came though “Accept your curse. Touch the mirror” and as much as I still wanted to believe it was something outside, where was the harm in trying? So I reached out and made the mistake of touching the mirror.

At first nothing changed and I realized I was just an idiot who mistook outside chattering for whispers from the universe. But soon all that would change unbeknownst to me. That night I hopped on Twitter ready to scroll down my timeline and thirst over men when suddenly I saw a DM appear. I almost never received them so imagine my surprise when this jock of my dreams sent me a message asking if I wanted to link for the night, obviously I said yes! I got dressed and started to head over to his apartment preparing myself for what would be the best night of my life or so I thought. As I arrived he opened the door waiting as if he were anticipating for what was to come. He told me I was “The most handsome twink” he’d ever seen and that he needed to get his hands on me. He pointed me to his room as I scurried down the hallway preparing for our fun. I stripped quickly before he even got in the room and laid on his bed ass up awaiting his arrival. I heard the door shut as his clothes started flying past me, the bed suddenly shook as he climbed atop and started to position himself above. I felt him grab my ass when suddenly I felt a shock and realized I couldn’t move.

I tried to turn and look behind me but couldn’t. All I could hear was faint gasps for air and him yelling help me, the worst knowing I couldn’t help him. After what felt like an eternity I realized I couldn’t help slowly move again, I looked behind me to find that he was gone without a trace. I stood up and looked around his apartment to see if he had ran somewhere quickly but he was no where to be found so far. That was till I went to check the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror in what seemed to be an alternate reality. Except looking down proved it wasn’t.

I had magically grown a chest of hair and gained some muscle. I started to freak out at the sudden change which caused me to grab at the hair in hopes it was fake. Upon touching it I was met with the most blissful state I could imagine as I immediately felt myself getting turned on. The weirdest part was the voice in my head sounded familiar but not like mine, it was moaning as I rubbed the hair. I freaked out at the realization that it was real hair but immediately felt the ecstasy of rubbing it. The voice stopped moaning and said “I’ve become part of you” to which made me realize the voice was that of the jock I had previously met with just minutes ago. He had somehow touched me and became part of me through my chest hair. I stopped touching the hair and immediately reclothed myself as I started to spring back to my house trying to figure out how this happened. But before I got home my attention was bought to a man who was leaving the gym who looked severely ill.

I walked over to see if I could help him as he stumbled against the wall. He asked if I could help him get to his car but I knew that wasn’t going to be a smart idea allowing him to drive home in his condition so I asked him to wait here whilst I went and got him water from the gym. As I walked in I looked for the nearest vending machine in hopes of finding something cheap for him when suddenly he started to approach me faintly telling me there was free water in the locker room. He slowly walked towards it and I chose to follow just to make sure he was fine. As we walked through the empty locker room he suddenly collapsed on the floor. I rushed over to try and help him up when he reached his hand out to me telling me he was thankful for my efforts to help him, yet the minute he touched my hand I felt the same shock as I had earlier that night. I watched as he slowly started to disappear in front of my eyes as I was stuck in place unable to move even my eyes. After again what felt like an eternity I looked around to realize I had again absorbed another man. I picked up his clothing of the floor and went to dispose of it before it looked like a missing person had been left there. I went to leave the locker room before anyone walked in but on my way out I looked in the mirror and realized I had changed again. I quickly stripped to see the full changes opting to put on his hat. In the mirror stood a version of me unrecognizable to what I had been this morning.

My chest now had more hair then before and my muscles and height only grew with the changes. I knew I should’ve been freaked out but yet again I was more turned on by the chest hair. This time feeling it hearing the voices of both my victims. Hearing them talk to me in a blissful state as the accepted their new lives stuck as my chest hair forever. Constantly making me horny upon touching them. I knew as much as I wanted to enjoy the moment I had to get home and figure out what had been causing this. I grabbed all my belongings and sprinted towards the man’s car figuring it may as well be mine now. I drove straight to my house not bothering to stop for anyone in fears I would do to them what I had done to these two.

I rushed inside and entered my room where I looked in the mirror and saw my new body yet again. This time felt different though as I heard the same faint whisper. “The curse is set, your desires are met but the cost must be paid”. It finally clicked to me that touching the mirror earlier that day had caused me to become more notable to men but with that came a curse of them touching me bringing them into chest hair. The bright side of that being they at least seemed to enjoy being chest hair but the obvious downside being I’d never be able to touch a man ever again.

That was a few days ago now though and after learning that I’m stuck with the curse and a few more accidental physical connections I’ve realized 2 things. One is that I’m now incredibly horny and require the grasp of a man on me even if I know what’ll happen. The feeling is like that of no other and I require it even if it kills someone. The other is that everyone I touch becoming my chest hair has become so incredibly hot to experience, hearing their joy as they are now nothing more than a former twink now bears chest hair. I rub them to hear their joy and feel the pleasure. At this current point I have turned 17 men into a part of me and not one seems to regret it

And neither do I

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story! Requested by @randy1790 “A man who absorbed other men to become his chest hair, they enjoy it and forget their old lives”

Hope it meets your expectations for the story! Glad to finally be in a mood to write again. Feel free to send more request of stories if your in the mood and as always remember to support your favorite writers by interacting with their post!

[gassytfghost]

Can i be some big, beefy balaclava-wearing russian himbo?

You sat at your desk after submitting the prompt waiting patiently to see how it would unfold into a story. After a while you got bored of waiting and decided you were going to go take a piss, you shut your laptop screen and headed for the door unaware of what was soon to follow. Immediately after walking out your bedroom door you feel a hand reach over your face and cover it. The palm the size of your face alone covers your eyes and mouth as the unknown persons other arm wraps around your body locking you in place. After a few seconds you run out of oxygen and faint.

You wake up later to find yourself in a bare room with nothing but a door, the chair you’re sitting on and a random box. You find yourself to be nude without a trace of anything to help you locate where you are, you walk to the door to see if there’s anyway out yet are met without luck. You turn back and eye the box on the floor deciding it’s your only chance of finding a way out. You open the box to find only 2 simple items. A balaclava and some sneakers. You pick up the Balaclava and think back to your prompt you sent in. You know deep down in your brain that it’s not a coincidence there was one in the box and figure that maybe you’re just dreaming about what your body will look like.

You reach your hands over your head slowly and start to pull the Balaclava over it. A small jolt zaps you as it connects, figuring it’s just static you continue to pull it down till it covers your full head. At that point it’s as if everything went black as your brain is sent into a sudden shock as the Balaclava works its magic. Every piece of knowledge you’d once learned is suddenly replaced with that of a foreign life. Memories of you riding a bike are replaced with memories of you riding a motorcycle. Memories of your loving family replaced with abandonment and “tough love”. Even simple things like your name are forgotten.

As the memories flow in your muscles start to grow. The IQ points burning away slowly helping your muscle mass increase. You’re now a dumb Himbo brute.

Upon your mind and body changing you hear the door unlock as a dark figure wheels in a TV before swiftly exiting and relocking the door. The TV flashes on with a message “Put on the Sneakers”. You choose to sit in the chair as you pull up the sneakers, your eyes glued to the TV. The screen starts to rapidly change through multiple messages. “Himbo” “Dumb” “Cuck” “Submissive” “Fart addict” “Cash Master”. The messages go on for what seems like hours before suddenly turning off. Upon them turning off you hear a voice in the room. “Welcome to my roster Dimitry. You live purely to serve me. Your first goal is to find men to use you and send me the videos. You will do whatever they say as your nothing but a mindless brute for me now. After that you will return to your new home where you’ll give me all your cash and pleasure me with your farts. Understand?” Suddenly the door unlocks. You stand up to leave knowing nothing about your past life. All you know now is pleasuring master Willy and being a dumb gassy himbo named Dimitry.

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Hope you enjoyed the little story!

Sorry for not writing much recently :( haven’t been in a very creative mood and haven’t had any good story ideas. I still plan to write in the future but I want to put out work I’m happy with so I’ll most likely continue to stay on break till I’m back to a creative point! I just didn’t want to keep people waiting on request ;)

As always let me know any comments or critiques you have as all feedback is good feedback as it helps me grow as a writer! And remember to support your Non-Ai writers during theses times as the community is slowly becoming more and more AI content so helping the people who do it for the love of the community is a great way to keep it thriving :) -Willy

[gassytfghost]

Can i be some big, beefy balaclava-wearing russian himbo?

You sat at your desk after submitting the prompt waiting patiently to see how it would unfold into a story. After a while you got bored of waiting and decided you were going to go take a piss, you shut your laptop screen and headed for the door unaware of what was soon to follow. Immediately after walking out your bedroom door you feel a hand reach over your face and cover it. The palm the size of your face alone covers your eyes and mouth as the unknown persons other arm wraps around your body locking you in place. After a few seconds you run out of oxygen and faint.

You wake up later to find yourself in a bare room with nothing but a door, the chair you’re sitting on and a random box. You find yourself to be nude without a trace of anything to help you locate where you are, you walk to the door to see if there’s anyway out yet are met without luck. You turn back and eye the box on the floor deciding it’s your only chance of finding a way out. You open the box to find only 2 simple items. A balaclava and some sneakers. You pick up the Balaclava and think back to your prompt you sent in. You know deep down in your brain that it’s not a coincidence there was one in the box and figure that maybe you’re just dreaming about what your body will look like.

You reach your hands over your head slowly and start to pull the Balaclava over it. A small jolt zaps you as it connects, figuring it’s just static you continue to pull it down till it covers your full head. At that point it’s as if everything went black as your brain is sent into a sudden shock as the Balaclava works its magic. Every piece of knowledge you’d once learned is suddenly replaced with that of a foreign life. Memories of you riding a bike are replaced with memories of you riding a motorcycle. Memories of your loving family replaced with abandonment and “tough love”. Even simple things like your name are forgotten.

As the memories flow in your muscles start to grow. The IQ points burning away slowly helping your muscle mass increase. You’re now a dumb Himbo brute.

Upon your mind and body changing you hear the door unlock as a dark figure wheels in a TV before swiftly exiting and relocking the door. The TV flashes on with a message “Put on the Sneakers”. You choose to sit in the chair as you pull up the sneakers, your eyes glued to the TV. The screen starts to rapidly change through multiple messages. “Himbo” “Dumb” “Cuck” “Submissive” “Fart addict” “Cash Master”. The messages go on for what seems like hours before suddenly turning off. Upon them turning off you hear a voice in the room. “Welcome to my roster Dimitry. You live purely to serve me. Your first goal is to find men to use you and send me the videos. You will do whatever they say as your nothing but a mindless brute for me now. After that you will return to your new home where you’ll give me all your cash and pleasure me with your farts. Understand?” Suddenly the door unlocks. You stand up to leave knowing nothing about your past life. All you know now is pleasuring master Willy and being a dumb gassy himbo named Dimitry.

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Hope you enjoyed the little story!

Sorry for not writing much recently :( haven’t been in a very creative mood and haven’t had any good story ideas. I still plan to write in the future but I want to put out work I’m happy with so I’ll most likely continue to stay on break till I’m back to a creative point! I just didn’t want to keep people waiting on request ;)

As always let me know any comments or critiques you have as all feedback is good feedback as it helps me grow as a writer! And remember to support your Non-Ai writers during theses times as the community is slowly becoming more and more AI content so helping the people who do it for the love of the community is a great way to keep it thriving :) -Willy

[gassytfghost]

Just an update. I’ve deleted all previous ask and turned off anonymous mode for requesting. Requesting the same ask non stop every hour isn’t going to make me get to it any faster sadly. I’m hoping by turning off anonymous people are less likely too flood the box :)

[gassytfghost]

Kinda weird but i wanna swap bodies with reinhardt from overwatch.

“GODDAMMIT” you yelled as you slammed you hands on your desk. It was your 5th consecutive loss that night which had lead to you deranking all the way down to gold 2. “I’m so fucking sick of this game I just want to win one game”. You returned back to lobby and queued not wanting to end on a loss, whilst waiting for your match to queue you realized you had a loot box to open. You clicked the tab and started to open it, and too your shock you saw an orange coin! It was a legendary. It was revealed to be a legendary skin for Reinhardt but not one you’d ever heard of before. “Realityhardt? Must be a skin that wasn’t added to shop” you hovered your mouse over the skin to look at it but were met with a loading circle. You decided to see what it would look like in game anyways so you equipped to mysterious skin but upon equipping it felt a strong pulse hit you as you instantly found yourself unconscious. You finally start to regain consciousness “Ughhh my head, what happened” you said as you started into a dark abyss. Suddenly you felt a strange surge of energy hit you as you find yourself teleported to an airship. “How did I end up here?” You looked down to realize you were wearing a ton of armor. You tried to walk to the window to see yourself in the reflection but realized you couldn’t move. You tried to think of a possible explanation when suddenly you started walking towards the exit of the ship. You looked into the window “Wait that’s Reinhardt, and he’s doing everything I’m doing? Am I Reinhardt now???”. You suddenly feel yourself rush towards a wall and bang your head. You have no control over Reinhardts body and are forced to watch and feel the pain it’s experiencing.

Back in your human body there’s noises not usually made by a 20 year old male. A 63 year old Reinhardt is currently inhabiting your body and learning the ways of human life. “Sorry little man put I think zis is a lesson. No way a I going back to zat body. Have fun in za game little one” as he proceeds to slam his characters head into a wall knowing he no longer a forced to feel the pain.

One bad night turned into an eternity of being stuck in your favorite video game. Unable to control yourself or say what you want. Stuck to only your inner thoughts to yourself. Oh how you wish you never opened that lootbox