Unbetitelt

[gkutfdvnn]

Hugo was sitting in front of the screen after a hard day's work, exhausted by all the requests he had to take answer today and by the Parisian trains who ran late again. He was just happy to be able to relax now that he was home.

At first he was only browsing through the web, scanning his favourite channels for something new, podcasts, video games, commentaries, anything that would bring him some kind of enjoyment. That's when he saw a picture that caught his attention and stirred something between his legs. The image of a jock flexing in a gym. Hugo had to admit it, he had a type. He couldn't resist clicking on the thumbnail and landing on a website filled with images of big muscular men showing off their bodies. Most of them were flexing, straining their shirts and shorts, grinning and chuckling dumbly while having seemingly a great time. He browsed through the page mesmerised by what he saw, soon giving in to his wants in needs as the pictures didn't seem to end, each jock more handsome than the other. The cock that was resting in his boxer stirred and hardened, his hand reaching for the bulge hidden by his clothes. He laid back lazily in his gamer chair, his right hand pushing the buttons on his mouse as his left hand stroked lustfully his cock. He was getting so hard, harder than he has ever been while locking at all those stereotypical American jocks. All these dudes had awoken something deep within him, beyond need and want, a pleasure so great he slowly forgot his surroundings, not caring if anyone could see him from the windows. It was like Hugo was in trance, his basic functions controlled by his lust as he slowly pushed down his jeans and kicked them off to the corner of the room, moaning as the fabric rubbed against the tip of his cock, thicker than ever.

Hugo didn't look at all like the men flexing on his screen, he was smaller than average and lacked the muscular definition he so much craved. Even though his face was handsome in a typical southern french way, it lacked the handsome sharpness of the jocks he was now masturbating to. The tip of his cock leaked a considerable amount of precum as he stroked it again and again, unable to keep his eyes off the screen. He was so so hard, harder than ever, breathing in loudly as he went up and down his inflated dick, wishing to be able to stroke the big arms and legs of the many dudes flexing on his screens. Hugo had given up on rational thinking as the website had locked him in some kind of mind bending hypnosis. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to be just like them, dumb and horny.

A new need arose inside Hugo. A spasm in his arms. A tickling in his hand that spread to his face. A light chuckle escaped his lips. The French man flexed, and it felt beyond any pleasure he had ever felt. His cock grew even harder and leakier, staining his black boxers. He flexed again while looking at another dude on the website. Just like him. This was so hot. He never was this horny. And it felt right, so right. Hugo pushed his boxers down to his knees, letting his hard rock member stand straight towards the screen to flex both of his arms like showing off, not noticing as his dick got even bigger, matching the size of the dude he was looking at. He was just too preoccupied by his arms. It was like with each strain of the muscle they got thicker. Nitin a pudgy way, but in hard and handsome one. Again, he lifted his arms to show off, and again, they grew just a little bit. His hands tingled as they grow, sending shivers through his core and to his cock, more precum leaking of the tip as he flexed again.

That's all he had to, not think and flex, again and again. Another chuckle left his mouth, deeper and dumber as his eyes grew dull. Hugo turned around a bit as his core thickened. Biceps bulging and arms lengthened with his back as all grew and expanded in every direction. His position shifted and he spread his legs as his ass inflated to become just as hard and big as the rest of his body. It was so hot to watch his body grow and change, enough for him to lower both hands toward his stomach to feel the skin heating up and muscle thickening there as well.

By now he must have grown by a foot, feeling parts of his back strain as he explored every inch of his upper body, soon his hands met his face, feeling the bones and skin shifting under his palms as the entire structure changed. If he'd been able to look at himself he would have noticed how his European looks had left him to be replaced by something more foreign, a perfect replica of the many faces he had seen today. Hugo now looked more like your typical American jock, his hair shortening ever so slightly as he bit his lips.

His left hand reached for his cock again, the skin receding to become cut as more precum leaked from the tip and covered his hand. It smelled strong and masculine, making his lust and desire grow even. Hugo, or Dan, brought his feet together to ruboner against the other, moanin as the soles grew and stretched, thinning the cloth until it itself started to transform. The material thickened again and lightened until it was pure white, the white pieces of clothes growing up his calves, stretching again as the muscle of his legs bulged. Dan looked at his muscular feet draped in white socks, still rubbing one foot against the other, watching his bigger toes wriggle at the end of each. Soon his thighs ballooned out, stretching the synthetic cloth of his boxers as they changed to his new size too, becoming as white as the new pair of socks the American jock wore. He came hard, spraying his seed all over his desk and screen as his previous life left him. A new picture appeared on the website. One of him flexing, then another one of him with his dick in hand, thick spurts of precum leaking out of him with the caption "hot American jock from California."

Dan didn't mind the attention, quite enjoying the attention he was receiving. He thought about opening an only fan as he cleaned himself, maybe once he came back from his exchange program in France.

[gkutfdvnn]

Just like every year chaos had unfolded right before Christmas. Flights were delayed and cancelled, disgruntled passengers were screaming at the employees desperately making phone calls, while some others had decided to just lay down on the seats to sleep.

As soon as you heard that your flight back from Paris was cancelled due to bad weather, you had taken your leave from the International Airport. Right now you were waiting for the metro, drinking some bear you were given at the airport by a stranger, some french dude you couldn't understand. With it came a leaflet to some party tonight, the only thing you understood was that it was Christmas themed, everything else just was gibberish to you.

Finally the metro came, mostly empty given the hour, so you just sat down and closed your eyes thinking about the last few days in Paris. Honestly, you liked the city. It wasn't as glamorous as seen on TV, yes the folks could be rude, but it had some sort of rustic charm, and for every unfriendly guy you had met twice the amount of kind people. You were thinking about the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, both the good and bad food you had eaten, the crêpes and the gauffres, and the beautiful Christmas market. The "vin chaud", you chuckled as you thought about the word in French, was actually delicious and you had gotten quite tipsy of it, to the point at which your friends had to accompany you to your hotel.

Shit, you must have fallen asleep. The can you were holding had fallen out of your grip and spilled beer all over your clothes. The doors opened and you looked up to the board. You were now a few stops too far ! Grabbing everything you could you rushed out of the wagon just before the doors closed again, falling face down on the floor. Luckily no one was there to witness your embarrassing fall. You cursed aloud, the "putains" and "merdes" leaving your mouth as if you had spoken french since birth. Too caught up in the moment you failed to notice the growing hairs that had appeared on your cheeks and chins, covering your lower face in a dusting of dark black dots. You looked back at the now empty railroad, a new series of French curse words escaping your lips as you noticed most of your things missing. The jacket, your gloves, your backpack and your suitcase were gone with the tram, lost in the maze of Paris Metro, all you had taken with you were the can of beer, and the pamphlet. Worst of all your wet jeans were starting to cool.

It was best to get on the move before freezing to death. You made your way through the white-tiled walkways of the underground metro while rubbing your arms and shivering. The rubbing seemed to help though, your skin was getting warmer each time you caressed it with your hands, your fingers pushing through the softer muscle. It was strange feeling around your arms with your palms, they both felt bigger and a bit softer, like they had swollen just a little bit. Soon, you didn't even need to rub your arms anymore but you still continued to, your own touch felt amazing, the tingling provoked by the tips of your fingers felt pleasant, great even !

After the corridors came the stairs, at first you were taking two, even three steps at the time. Being tall surely helped in these kinds of situations. But soon you were even having issues keeping the speed up, your feet were hitting the steps and you almost tripped and fell down, gripping the handrail as you were about to fall. That was close ! You waited a moment as some sort of dizziness settled around your stomach, you were sure the steps must have gotten slightly bigger on your way up, although your clothes also seemed a bit looser on your frame. Even though the dizziness didn't fade completely, you began your ascent again. Your whole body felt weird and out of place, just like you were shrinking, step by step. It wasn't much, enough to be almost unnoticeable. Each step you took altered your body just a little bit more. Your arms continued to swell while getting shorter with the rest of your body. Your legs lost in length and your back grew shorter too as they swelled with muscle, eating your rat away. Soon even your shoes didn't fit you properly anymore, your feet having left a bit of width and length. Your thighs expand to a fit and healthy girth, soon followed by your calves. Your back strains and stretches to the side as the muscles grow and expand there too. On the last steps, just before the automatic gates, you took a break as you caught your reflection in a broken screen.

The changes had been slow and gone unnoticed by you until now, there in the reflection stood a person you couldn't recognise. You wouldn't describe what you felt in that moment as panic, it was more like.. dissociation? As if the person you were looking at didn't match the person that was inside. You rubbed your hand through your beard that was still a few shades darker as your hair, then you lifted your shirt quite hesitantly revealing a lean stomach and then.. two pierced nipples set on a pair of girthy pectorals. You rubbed the silver rings and bit your lips. That tingling you felt earlier was spreading through your body again but this time it was transforming into growing pleasure. With one hand you continued to rub one ring, with the other you took your shirt off and threw it away. You looked back at the screen and pressed your lips together, a soft moan escaping your lips as the boner grew in your underwear.

You looked just like some handsome and not so average Parisian dude. You pushed your pants down and kicked them off with your shoes, exploring your body from top to bottom, gliding your hands in every crevasse and on every curve. Your thighs and calves jingled slightly as you moved around in front of the screen.

The mental changes didn't come suddenly, but were slowly rewriting your thoughts and memories. It was really more like acceptance. Of course that handsome guy's reflection couldn't be anything else than french. In fact, every second you spent in front of that screen made you feel ever slightly more french. You weren't working as a cashier abroad, but studying hard for a master's degree in economics. Paris was of course your only choice since you had grown up in a small french village without much to do, it was quite a lonely place for a gay dude like you. Soon, even your basic thoughts were expressed in French, every trace of your mother tongue erased and left forever forgotten. New moans escaped your soft lips as your hair darkened to match with your beard, and a fine layer of black hairs covered the rest of your body. Finally, with a few strokes, you came, and with it the last remnants of your past life vanished, just a stain on the floor, nothing more. You were now Pierre, a Parisian student, living your best life in Paris.

Some of your cum had landed on the flyer to the gay Christmas party you were going, you looked around for your clothes, somehow you had scattered them all around you. But hey, you sure damn didn't need them, the party was just above the entry to the metro, and you always enjoyed coming of strong !

With one jump above the automatic gates you left your past behind, ready to enjoy the Parisian city life !

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There's this one super annoying guy in my friend group, he's your typical jock, always seeking attention, trying to be funny, showing off. Sometimes he really gets on my nerves, just like earlier today. I know he doesn't do it intentionally, but is there any way you can help me deal with him ?

You were at the movies together. "Napoleon." What a waste of time and money. Now for a beer in the sports bar, maybe that will save the evening. Stupid Jock talks to your best friend all the time. You only understand "Dude" and "Bruh" and "Fucking great". That's not actually the language your friend normally uses. But he's also usually a head shorter than the jock. From behind, the two of them now look like clones. You get yourself a beer. Another friend from your group calls out to you "Bruh, it would be sick gud if you brought me uh beer." What the hell is going on here? The man is studying English literature and philosophy. When did he start talking like that? Is this a joke? Some kind of role play?

When you come back to the pool table with two beers, four men from your group are standing at the table with worn-out tank tops and backwards caps, talking about football. Phew, they reek of sweat. The only one who still seems to have any sense, who is clean-shaven and wears a polo shirt over his small belly, comes up to you and asks if everything is okay. You look kind of stressed, dude! Shit, he says "dude" now too. What the hell is going on here. You start to feel dizzy and then black out.

"bruh, that wuz two too many beers last night, huh?" "dude, when did you stop showering? you're an animal!" "get up, bruh! da frat house isn't going to renovate itself!" "only two more hours until you have to go back to wrestling practice, hurry up!"

Hehehehehe, it was a sick evening last night… Good thing your bros woke you up. You would have slept through half the day again. That wouldn't be too bad with the lectures. But the wrestling would have sucked. You can't mess things up with your coach so close to graduation.

[inanimatetffantasies]

Stop 🛑 writing 🛑 tf 🛑 stories 🛑 with 🛑 young children 🛑 or 🛑 teenagers 🛑

Seriously stop using them as characters, stop using pics of clearly young children and young teens in your content. Stop using them in content for a community that is inherently sexual and based on sexual domination and submission, and a scene that is clearly fucking +18s. Unfollow and block me if you like that content. If i see anyone repost this tf content, inanimate or otherwise, with minors. I'm blocking you right away. Pedophilia and child based kink content has no place here and I'm tired of people reposting and liking and making requests from such types of writers. Fuck off.

And i don't give a fuck if you use the excuse its not written as sexual. You know damn well what people read inanimate tf content for, and it's not for the astounding literacy and thought provoking buried messages. I see it here, on deviantart, on CYOC. Fucking degusting.

[cyoc49]

Reblogging this because ever since AI stories in particular have gotten popular, I’ve been seeing stories pop up involving AI generated photos of children. If you’re an adult in this community I shouldn’t have to tell you why that’s fucking unacceptable. You know the reasons people read these stories, including child characters in your stories and creating photos of children to add to the stories is disgusting.

THERE SHOULD BE NO CHILD CHARACTERS IN YOUR TF STORY IN ANY CONTEXT WHATSOEVER

Not even if it’s an age progression story

Not even if they’re a side character

Not even if you want to use a high school setting

The stories shared around here are inherently sexual, including a child in them is like if a child showed up in an x-rated video. It turns the video into a certain type of content that is extremely illegal. Even if they’re in the background. Same idea applies to erotic stories.

And if you want to do a high school story, do a college story. I promise it will be just as good.

This is a niche erotic community, I get that. But since there’s no official rules here, we have to be vigilant about keeping people from including harmful content in their stories, and calling it out when it appears. It’s not 2003 any more.

Please tf responsibly, folks 🍹

[idesofrevolution]

So glad to hear I’m not alone on this. It’s fucking mind numbing honestly.

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My roommate began using his Chronivac to upgrade his body step by step. At first he made small changes, becoming leaner, more masculine, but now I am worrying he's taking the changes too far. He's not coming to our lectures anymore, and only spends time with other jocks. I've tried to voice my concerns, but he barely looks up from his phone. Bro, he won't go anywhere in life if he continues down this path. Maybe I can convince him while going to the gym later ? But talking about classes is so boring, I can understand he wants to drop out. I might too, this shit gets way too complicated for me. It's so hot right now, I just want to take my clothes off, they're so tight against my body. Let's hope my roommate doesn't see how horny I am.

Bruh, I do not understand your question. Your roommate is a great match for you. Lifting iron, playing football in the park with the other bruhs, taking turns fucking each other. You've been doing that since you were in college. And if things go well and you don't get expelled from campus for disorderly conduct, you'll keep doing it for a few more semesters.

Your room smells like a college man cave should smell: Like sweat, beer and pizza boxes. And after tied condoms and cum-soaked tissues. Last time you showered? It must have been a few days ago… When did your parents visit you for the last time…? Been to a lecture? That was the day when it rained so much. You've been wearing the Wifebeater for a few days now. Alternating with your training tank top. Hey man, it's summer. Sun's out, guns out! And fuck, with that musky smell you give off during a double biceps pose, you can have anyone. And if you have to take off too many clothes, you're just wasting precious time.

Your roommate calls you on teams and asks if you're about to meet at the gym. Thank God the camera is set so that he can't see that you've just jerked off. So you give him another double bicep pose and say "Sure thing, broski. Give me ten minutes!" You don't need longer than that. Your bag with the sweaty clothes from yesterday you have not even unpacked. What's the point? It would be a waste of time. And your time is precious. Because you enjoy it to the fullest!

Screenshot of your Team call found @hairysweatysmelly

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Studying has been so stressful lately ? Have you got something to help me relax ?

Thursday morning, 8:00 a.m. You park the old Toyota Prius that you took over from your mother in the student parking lot. Thank God it's the weekend soon, you think. But you don't feel like going to the microeconomics lecture right away. Integration of AI in the pricing of inhomogeneous markets. Unfortunately, you're not one of those nerds who can jerk off to the lecture notes. But you have to go through it now. Before you go in there, you surf through Instagram a bit. An ad for Chronivac TimeTravel pops up. It looks silly… Kind of like a role-playing game. You have to choose a character. You think about how your dad always raves about his college days. Maybe it would be cool if it was 1983. And if you were a bodybuilder. A stupid meathead. You choose that as your character. You'll worry about the rest later. Your lecture is about to start. And you still have to fight your way through the group of activists protesting against the climate policy.

The lecture is really too complicated for you. AI is a complex subject. But in combination with microeconomics? Whoever came up with that… You breathe a sigh of relief when the lecture is over. As well as you can with your face mask on. This pandemic is really exhausting. But it's good that at least there are lectures in presence again. This videoconference crap is really not mature yet. Next lecture is Spanish for Business. That's more your thing. The professor is really hot. Good motivation to go back to the workout later. You've been spending every free minute in the gym for two months, and you're starting to see results.

During the lunch break you sit with the lads from the wrestling team. Wrestling is not your thing. But the lads look like bulls. And you like that. You talk about the legalization of cannabis in Canada. That would be a cool thing here too. You've pretty much given up smoking and alcohol since you got into bodybuilding. But you don't think there's anything wrong with a little weed now and then.

At 4:00 p.m., university is over for you for the day. You sit down in the five-year-old VW Jetta that you took over from your mother. It's really embarrassing. You feel ashamed every time you drive it to the gym. Let's see, maybe you can at least put a cool matte black finish on it…

The workout was awesome again. You totally forgot the time. You're back in your car at 9:00 p.m. and drive to your dorm. You turn on the news while you prepare your dinner. China's Vice President Xi Jinping is appointed vice chairman of the Communist Party's military commission. The 57-year-old is seen as a potential successor to state and party leader Hu Jintao. Boring stuff… You certainly don't have to remember that name.

The alarm clock rings at 5:00 am. Breakfast. And off to the gym. The car radio is talking about a possible invasion of Iraq. Many of your buddies from the gym were in the army or navy… Their nerves are on edge. You can understand if you still have friends or family who might have to go to war. But 09/11 must be avenged!

Before university, leg training is the order of the day. You are proud of your colossal thighs. Many of your buddies only work out the upper body. You have the best proportions here. You've only been lifting iron for two years. But for you it's not a leisure activity, for you it's a religion.

You're just in time for your lecture. Game theory. You take your pad and pen and start taking notes. A laptop would be really cool right now. But you know four or five people on campus who have one. It's just incredibly expensive… But you won't need much longer for your bachelor's degree in sport management. Then you will hopefully be able to afford something like that. And hopefully also a new car. Your Jeep Wrangler is a cool car. But it's also eleven years old. Built in 1980… At least it gets you to the gym at 4:00 p.m. reliably.

Some dumbass turned on CNN instead of MTV on the workout floor. Some shit with the Soviet Union. Apparently everything is falling apart there and the former Soviet republics are forming a new union. Boring shit. Fortunately, someone quickly switches back to MTV. Good Vibrations with Marky Mark. Cool guy. But quite a weakling. You do a double bicepz pose in front of the mirror. You've been here every free minute for almost three years. Maybe you should be in one of those music videos.

After your workout, you wanted to go straight to bed. But it's Friday night. 10:00 p.m. The lads ask if you'd like to go to the late show of the new film with Michael J. Fox. Back to the Future. Why not. The movie's pretty funny, too. Time travel. Strange conception… But you like the idea…

Saturday morning, October 22, 1983. At 10:00 you're back at the Gym. On the way here, you've been listening to the radio about peace demonstrations in Europe. The Russki is once again threatening nuclear war. And we are stationing Pershings in Germany. Bonnie Tyler's "total eclipse of the heart" is playing from the speakers in the gym. Fuck the Russki and fuck the Germans. You're all about getting your muscles burning. At 2:00 p.m., your shift at the counter begins. Tonight you and your pals are going to wrestling. That would be a cool alternative. You as the new Hulk Hogan! But until that happens, you help out at the gym on weekends. And during the week, you'll drive a backhoe on a construction site. Hey, it's a cool life. You don't want any other!

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[An error has occurred as PLAYER tried connecting Chronivac to VR Dating Sim.]

[Failed to load PLAYER avatar. Applying preexisting BEEFCAKE profile.]

[PLAYER isn't cooperating. Updating behaviour.]

[PLAYER avatar and behaviour don't match with background. Background deleted. New background loaded.]

[Entity status doesn't match with profile. Sending request to MASTER-OFFICE for entity status change]

[Please confirm entity status change from PLAYER to DATABLE-NPC to fix in-game errors.]

Cursed. Wtf! i just wanted 2 play a fucking rpg. Uhhhh. Nu, i didnt, i wanted 2.... Fucc, wat did i want. Ive nu idea. I wanted 2 go 2 the gym. I wanted my muscles 2 burn. And i wanted 2 meet some1. I think. Shit!

fucc, im the dumbest member her @ the gym. Wheres my daddy? im rly lost w/o him. Hehehehe.

i may b the dumbest but im also the luckiest beefcake her @ the gym. I luv my hairy daddy. And luckily he luvs meh 2

Best beefcakes always @maxx-magnum

[gkutfdvnn]

It had been quite the summer, some friends of mine had rented some new apartment and we all decided to chip in to wallpaper and paint all the different rooms. Though some of us complained that it was too hard a job and exhausting, I found that it was quite easy. The four rooms were shared between the six of us, first we would do the three bedrooms in groups of two and then the kitchen all together. Luckily I had been paired with Frank, he had already started his own painting business and walked me through every step, taking off the wallpaper before putting the new one with glue. Eventually Dylan, Bryan and Chris whom the apartment belonged to, and Jeff, to had asked for his help, after making sure I could finish alone. Eventually after three days we were all finished wallpapering and painting the bedrooms and decided to take a one day break. Mark complimented me on my work, stating that I had put the wallpaper perfectly on and that the paint looked great, jokingly asking if I would join his business. That's when Bryan and Chris chimed in, suggesting that we could finish the kitchen, against pay of course.

That's how Mark and I ended up doing the kitchen together, I didn't mind the extra money, and he seemed to be used to the job. Since he had already walked me through the different steps we were quick to work, we had plenty of time to hang out and chill. When it came time to pay, Chris suggested he could transfer all the money to Mark, who then could issue me a check. Just wanting to go home I promptly agreed and we left it at that.

That's when to my surprise I received a letter, with my check, through Marks business, stating me as an employee and worker. I sent him a short message explaining the mistake before heading out towards the bus station, leaving for my afternoon classes.

Mark's response came in the middle of the ride, apologizing for the mistake and joking that it wouldn't be so bad to have me as a worker, he then assured me that he would fix the mistake immediately. I laughed through my nose and thanked him, bending myself forward to grab what would have been my bag, except that in its place instead stood a big black gym bag. I looked to my left and to my right, maybe it had slipped to one side or the other while the bus was turning. There were few people sitting around me and my bag was nowhere to be seen. None of them looked like the gym bag could belong to them. That's when I noticed it had my name written on it.

Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the bag. Inside layed some well folded change clothes that seemed a bit too big for me. Some lunch and an axe spray. The smell of fresh paint hit me strong and I had to lift my head up to sneeze. At the same time my feet felt cramped inside my shoes. At first I stretched my legs thinking it would help with the pain. But then it seemed to travel up my calves and into my thighs. My brown shoes bulged and turned softer, lighting up before taking the appearance of beaten and used white sneakers. The shoes appeared slightly bigger yet both my feet seemed to fit perfectly. Next my calves and thighs cramped again. I spread them further apart helping with the pain as I noticed my legs taking a bit more space on my seat. My beige pants became looser and thicker, the texture changing from cotton to synthetic fabric. New thicker seams appeared above my knee and around the growing pockets giving them the same look as those pants Mark wore most of the time. The clean pants were rapidly becoming dirty and used, white splotches and streams of dried paint appeared on the cloth.

I looked around me worrying about what was happening to me, but none of the other passengers seemed to notice or even bother as my whole body changed. I caught my reflection on the windows, my black hair was lighting and gaining a brown hue as it shortened and thinned. More changes happened to my face, my jaw got thicker and my noise pointer and thinner. The blue of my eyes vanished behind a beautiful rich brown as memories of my life were altered. Knowledge about economics, politics and sociology faded while I could remember working for Mark. Tattoos grew on my right arm as both my upper body and biceps grew firm. My hands and finger were wriggling as they grew thick and calloused making it look like I did a lot of manual labor. That's when it hit me. Mark was actually making me one of his employees ! I scrambled for my phone as fast as I could, finding in its place a smaller and older IPhone with earpods, I swiped across the screen and opened my messages as most of my known friends had simply vanished from my contact lists, I couldn't even find the last conversation with Mark. That's when it hit me. He must be the one labelled as "Boss".

I wanted to press on the writing symbol, yet I froze. It didn't make sense for me to write my boss out of the blue, except for emergencies. I closed my phone again and spread my legs apart as I lifted my arms to put them behind my head. A tan complexion washed over my skin as I closed my eyes to listen to the music. All I had to worry about was doing a good job.

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I had a lot of fun trying out different profiles on Grindr, I even tried settings from other countries but now I seem stuck as an Italian hunk and I can't seem to change profiles again ! Can you help ?

Oh, yes, I see the problem…. When you were looking for support in France, I had given you several profiles to choose from.

Unbetitelt

Is there any chronivac dating app ? I saw this really handsome dude selling pastries in Bordeaux, and another cute guy at the beach in Arcac

This has indeed been a service that is actually only available to premium users. With your account, you can only post one dating profile at a time.

But seriously: Has no one responded to the profile of Alessandro, the fitness trainer from Turin?

Loves Verdi operas. And likes to get spanked on his tight butt to the chorus of prisoners from Nabucco.

Auguri, vi auguro tanto divertimento nella bella Italia!

Troverete i modelli di profilo di Alessandro e di altri profili Grindr sexy @holesomethots

[gkutfdvnn]

Why ever change back with a body like this one ?

[gkutfdvnn]

I looked at myself through the mirror, running my hand through my shorter hair. A moment ago I was sitting in a barber shop I heard a random guy praise asking for my hair to be cut short, somehow the barber must have misinterpreted what I asked for and gave me the same buzz cut as his other clients. To shy to say anything I just let him do his work, my hair would grow back anyway.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair again. I shivered. The longer I looked, the better I felt about my new haircut. I felt a newfound sense of confidence wash over me as my fingers brushed against my harder, shorter hair. I smiled a bit. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

I finally took my eyes off the mirror and went to my room, leaving my door open since my roommate wouldn't be back for another hour. I was quite proud of how well kept my room was, it helped that I had a lot of free time, thanks to my parents paying for my tuition. I wasn't the best student but I managed to get things going for me.

Homework was pretty easy, we had to answer some basic questions about what we had learned today. I was almost finished when a tingling sensation started growing around my crotch. I gave my legs a rub before continuing to answer the last questions.

The tingling happened again. It wasn't like an itch, but more of a pressure growing around the area, like little hairs pushing their way out of my skin. I rubbed the area again, and again, slowly getting hotter and hornier. This wasn't unusual, I put my pen aside and fondled the zipper, pulling my pants down and kicking it off with my socks. Even though I was rock hard, the bulge that was forming under my underwear seemed to be growing bigger. I rubbed my dick through the cloth, feeling it twitch and tremble with pleasure, still getting thicker and longer. I slid my hands around my boxers, and pushed them down my legs, revealing the thick member that was keeping me distracted. Small dark hairs were growing around my crotch and spreading towards my stomach and down my legs while my impressive member stood straight up hard as a rock. I gave it a rub before wrapping my hand around it to jerk off. My chair creaked in rhythm with my body as I got faster and sturdier, I spread my legs apart, rubbing my other hand against the heating skin as the muscles underneath seemed to harden and expend. My arms hurt a little as I felt them grow too with every pump I gave my dick. My body twitched and I came, thicker cum shooting of the now darker tip and landing on the papers covering my desk and the shirt I was wearing. I continued rubbing my member a bit, eyes half closed, a pleasant haze settled on my mind. Finally I stood up and threw my shirt on the floor. I took up my boxers and put them on, pulling on the bands as they felt uncomfortably tight around my waist.

It wasn't just that I became leaner, somehow every part of my body seemed to also get thicker. My legs expanded to give me thighs that would make any other man jealous, my feet grew longer and bigger while black hairs followed by a darker tan grew down my growing legs. Hairs appeared on my chest and stomach and spread down my arms as both my chest and stomach grew forward giving me a more beefy look. Arms swole to triple their size and hands lengthened while my fingers got longer and thicker. My palm stretched and thickened too before hairs started to appear on their backsides.

Finally, the darker complexion washed over my neck and face, changing the lighter brown hair of my new haircut into thicker black hair. As my face and neck grew and thickened a proper beard grew on my chin and cheeks, well kept and cut short at the sides to perfectly join with my scalp.

I looked in the mirror again with a shocked look as I moved and flexed my new body. I looked just like the middle eastern guys that regularly went to that barbershop I had been to too ! What would my parents think ?!

Just as I began to panic a strong haze clouded my thoughts. A wave of acceptance washed over me as I felt gradually more familiar with this body. Old thoughts were replaced by new ones as my memory shifted. English slowly simplified as the arabic language replaced it as my primary language. Finally, my eyes shifted from blue to a rich brown, sealing my fate as my name changed to something more suitable.

That's when my roommate opened the door and stopped in front of my room flabbergasted.

"Wait you're not..."

He couldn't finish his sentence before I took him by his head and started kissing him. Lust took over, he closed his eyes before leading me to his bedroom. My surroundings grew more unfamiliar as the memory of ever living here vanished.

"Quick." He told me. "Before my roommate comes home." He quickly undressed before getting on his knees to suck me off. This was just another date with a random guy I had met through grindr.

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Ugh. For some reason I had downloaded some dating apps again to try my luck. Although I managed to chat with some nicer people, and one guy, Mark, I would meet next Monday, most of the dudes on there were annoying as always. Empty profiles would constantly send nudes or dickpicks asking to meet immediately for some quick fun. Most of them would get really mad and angry when rejected which led me to just blocking them as soon as they messaged me, I couldn't bother to deal with those guys anymore.

Tonight wasn't any different than any other night. I was talking with Mark when I received a message from another empty profile showing only flame emojis as I opened it. Pictures, age, or any other kind of useful information were all missing. Sure enough he sent five or six hidden pictures without writing anything.

"Not interested." Was my immediate response before I switched over to Mark again. We chitchat a bit before wishing ourselves goodnight. I put my phone to the side not bothering about the multiple notifications I had received from the last annoying guy.

As always I had trouble waking up, my alarm rang multiple times before I finally turned it off and pushed my blanket aside. I was quite horny this morning, more than usual but I didn't think anything of it, I just shook it off on my way to the shower. Somehow I felt heavier as I undressed and went into the shower, I knocked my bottles and the holders down on my way in. Were they always hanging this low ? I couldn't help but feel a bit off, like I had woken up on the wrong foot. I usually didn't take much time in the shower but this time I kept getting hard while rubbing my hands around my body. It just felt so good and electrifying. I think a moan escaped my mouth before I heard my alarm go off again. Fuck it, I was late.

I ran out of the shower, not noticing how some darker stubbles had grown on my chin, or how my jaw looked sharper and more masculine. I put on some generic clothes before rushing to the car, hitting my head as I was trying to get in. I cursed aloud, getting really angry as I hit the seat with my foot. Somehow the synthetic leather seemed broken there as if it hadn't been the first time it was hit, but I just couldn't remember.

Traffic was slow, slower than usual even, and I was late for my classes already. I grew impatient as the cars started honking, everyone shouting at everyone made my blood boil somehow. I rolled my window down too and started cursing that one asshole behind me and honking furiously too. My voice got deeper as I shouted now at that woman in front of me to start driving as the lights went green, she just shouted back and having enough I just sped past her. My head hurt a little, I didn't really know what had happened, the incident suddenly seemed like a blur. I knew that I never behaved like that. Everything just felt slightly off, like I wasn't myself.

As I finally got to my class I felt a slight relief as I hadn't missed much. I opened my computer and started looking for my notes, panicking as I couldn't find them in any of the folders. I tried to look around a bit more not noticing how the screen of my computer got smaller and cracked, looking cheaper. I finally found a folder that seemed important filled with workout schedules that I could remember, I had just organised my routines yesterday. Instead of looking further for notes, I never had written any in the first place. I opened a new document and started typing. At first it all came easy to me, writing down what the professor said, I had read about it yesterday too. Though I suddenly found it harder to type on the keys. As I looked down I noticed my fingers getting longer and thicker, growing more calloused. My thighs swelled as my whole body expended slightly again, my arms grew with muscles and finally my chest seemed to expand a bit. Panic rushed through me as I only now noticed the changes that were washing over me. I packed my things as fast as I could, leaving the lecture and rushing to the bathroom.

I couldn't recognise myself anymore ! I had never done any kind of physical activity and yet somehow my arms were swollen with muscles, even my pectorals were showing through my shirt ! My hair had somehow gotten shorter and less messy, my nose seemed narrower, my lips thinner. I looked more masculine, more handsome even, yet a new sense of panic had washed over me and I rushed to my car. I wanted to get home as soon as possible. I sped again through the city, this time getting even more aggressive and angry as a fog clouded my thoughts.

As I finally reached my apartment I immediately went to the bathroom, scared of what I might see there. I took off my clothes again, looking at my unfamiliar body. My hair went from blond to dark brown, and now a full beard had sprouted on my cheeks and chin. I looked even more swollen than before, my arms strained at the slightest movement. My thighs jiggled a bit as I walked, and my calf looked even more pronounced. I bit my lip as a tingling sensation ran through my body. This didn't feel wrong.. It's actually really great ! I flexed my arms a little. I chuckled in my deeper voice, drooling a bit as the fog settled again on my mind. What was I scared of again ? I chuckled, my body seeming more familiar by the second as a rich tan spread on my skin. I started rapidly losing some memories, while gaining new ones. Instead of going to uni I had created an online account to share some fitness tips, I didn't work at a grocery store but made an only fan account which I paid the bills with. My smarts were drained from my brain as I got hard again. My hand reached towards the larger member, which grew beyond what I had until now, and I started stroking. Dark brown hair grew on my chest and ran down my treasure trail towards my crotch, soon a forest of hair formed on my thicker legs that extended to my feet. I chuckled dumbly again. Everything felt so hot and right, I was bursting with confidence, I was so horny. Reached for my phone and started taking pictures with my free hand as I was caressing my body all over the place. I opened my dating profile which is now empty, except for some emojis, and then opened the chat with Mark. I sent him a few new pictures.

"Hot now ?" I wrote.

Mark didn't respond, I was so horny.

"Hey U there ?"

"bro answer"

"???????"

I sent him a last picture.

Then he blocked me. What an ungrateful brat. Instead, I went to the other profile I hadn't responded and shared some pictures with him. Soon after he sent me his location. See ? That wasn't so hard ?

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I've had enough. I am quite shy and insecure, needing reassurance on every step I take. Is there any way to make me into someone more confident and sure of himself ? I do not want to ever question myself again !

Bruh. Shy? Who are you going to tell… One of the fellows you fucked in the bathroom at the club last night. Mate, you used to at least make the effort to go to one of the stalls to fuck. Now you take the asses of your victims directly at the urinal. Don't waste any unnecessary time. And when the lads around you see your cock, they line up to be fucked next.

There is nothing wrong with being a little stupid to be confident. You are not the brightest candle on the cake. But that doesn't mean you overthink every single step you take. You just act. That's what makes you successful as a trader on the wholesale market. This secures you any ass you want. And that makes you the leader among your friends.

Shy and insecure? Bro, maybe once in kindergarten. That was a long time ago!

Found the pic of your new identity @hulkygods

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Life in France is amazing ! I couldn't be happier with my handsome boyfriend Claude, holding hands and kissing not caring what people thought of us, living the life in Amiens.

We were on our daily walk around the city when a random sprinkler broke and completely soaked us with water ! The landcapist, a thirty-ish man started to apologize in spanish though I couldn't understand a thing. Luckily Claude had taken some classes after work and after a bit of laughing and joking around everything was fine.

José, as he was called, offered us some exchange clothes, Claude refused but as I was completely wet, clothes heavy and shoes filled with water, I gladly accepted. He gave me some of his spare clothes : thin work pants and a simple white shirt. Both were way to big for me but I wouldn't be wearing them for long, José even offered me to change in the back of his van which I gladly accepted too.

Claude and I rapidly walked back home so we could clean ourselves. He told me I was quite handsome in the Gardening clothes and went right to the bathroom, while I stayed back, thinking about what my boyfriend just said. With a malicious grin I took his phone and opened the app he had shown me last week. We had used it once to have some fun but remained cautious since a single wrong manipulation could seriously mess with our lives.

I selected myself as a target, and activated "Change to fit environment" and set the timer for three days. I then went to Claude's profile and made him oblivious to all the changes. This will be fun ! I took my working clothes off and joined my boyfriend in the shower.

The next day I woke at 5 am, Claude was still sleeping and I myself didn't manage to go back to sleep. That's when it hit me ! I was supposed to work for a big client today ! I knew this memory wasn't mine but I didn't care, I just had to get along and the changes would happen themselves ! Claude was in for a big surprise once I made him aware of the changes again !

I put on my working clothes which were still too big for me and went on my way taking the bus to one of the nicer parts of Amiens where all the rich people lived. On the ride I noticed how my muscles were swelling the closer I got to my destination, my feet were nicely filling my work boots and my shirt was stretched by my chest. My hands and fingers got thicker and meatier, callouses formed on them like I had done a lot of manual labor. I couldn't help but explore my bigger face, pressing my fingers on my plump lips, feeling my shorter hair.

I flexed my swollen arms and stretched my legs, noticing how nicely I fit José's clothes like they were almost made for me. Speaking of José, I could see him stationing our van in front of this massive property. The client wanted us to install a massive colorful flowerbed for some marriage of one of his grandsons. I managed to overhear some bits of conversation, his grandson was gay, and will be marrying another man called Claude, how odd !

José and I went ahead and started digging up the ground. I remembered applying at his company for an apprenticeship, it was hard to communicate at first since he spoke little french, but he was impressed how fast and well I could get the work done, so after my apprenticeship he hired me as a full time employee.

As we were planting the last flowers, the sun was already setting and it was too late for us to drive across the city to go home, so we simply slept in my car, that I had parked there this morning. I sent a rapid text to Claude, letting him know I'd not come home tonight since I needed to finish some work.

The next morning I woke up in José's arms. He held me tight against him and I started panicking a little, we weren't clothed ! But he didn't seem to mind, he just stroked across my stomach, ruffling through the thick hair growing there. This seemed to calm me a little as I turned around and to him in my arms too, resting my head on his. Our legs entangled and we fell asleep again for another hour.

When we woke up again we rapidly changed for work, my body was stretching the pants and the shirt but I didn't mind showing off. In fact I found it quite exciting as I chuckled dumbly. José started to explain to me what needed to be done today and I answered in a lacking french, some Spanish words finding their way in my speech.

As we were trimming hedges big beads of sweat started appearing on my darkening skin, I was now properly tan, as my hair changed from brown to thick black strands. More hair covered my arms, and my legs, making me progressively look more and more like José, except that I was still ten years younger than him. I wanted to let Claude know that I was coming home early today as we had been particularly fast with work today, but then I thought about surprising him with some fresh flowers from the florist around the corner. José told me he wanted to finish watering the flowers we planted yesterday, and told me to go home before him since he didn't need more help. Thanking him, I took my car and drove back home.

The apartment I opened wasn't the one I knew. It was more messy but bigger, tools were lying around here and there, while fresh clothes were strung all around our apartment. I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower first, Claude didn't seem to be home so I then made myself a fast microwave dinner before dropping down In front of the TV. Everything was in Spanish, I had a hard time understanding what all the different characters were saying, but it became more clearer as time went by, I could grasp more and more words and even found myself laughing my ass off at the different jokes that were being made. Soon José came home, kissing me on the lips before going to take a shower. Wait ? Where was Claude ?! I took out my phone and wanted to write to him but it suddenly got smaller and smaller before folding in on itself and becoming one of these older Nokias !

I started to panic as I tried to find his number in the smaller phone ! I couldn't find it anywhere ! I tried to explain the situation to José but he just told me to stop trying to speak French, and that I should stick to Spanish, he couldn't understand a bit ! Not knowing what to do, I lay myself on the couch before rapidly falling asleep.

The next morning I woke up next to my fiancée. Wait, no ! I'm supposed the be with Claude ! I went out of bed but stumbled as my body had changed again overnight. My legs were thick as tree stumps, my arms and biceps had swollen again. I had developed a slight belly too, hiding my abs under a slight layer of fat ! Looking in the mirror revealed an older face, like I had aged ten years during my sleep ! I need to find Claude's phone before the day is over !

I first started to look for our old place, but instead of finding Claude's apartment there was an old lady living there, telling me the last tenant had moved in with his rich boyfriend three years ago ! That's when I remembered the wedding !

I went to my car, speeding to the property we had last worked on, not noticing my vehicle becoming bigger, whiter, transforming into a big van. When I arrived back at the villa I saw Claude holding hands with another man ! I tried to cross the gate but they couldn't understand me ! They didn't even want to let me through ! I need to get to my employers phone before the timer reaches 0 ! I don't want to be stuck as a gardener !

Sequel from @gkutfdvnn to https://www.tumblr.com/octuscle/721304900555915264/my-french-roommate-is-going-through-a-tough?source=share

Whew! This is by far the longest request I've ever received…. And accordingly, it took a bit longer to process. But I'm afraid I can't do much more here either. Claude is as good as married. And José and you, you love each other. I must also say that the result of your transformation is pretty cool. Hermano, ¡te ves bien!

I just changed a few little things on you so that you and José can have a lot of fun.

José is a really good catch! Hermano, hold on to this one as best you can. But since you've been working out more and taking care of your diet, that shouldn't be a problem. Nobody can get out of your arms so easily…

And what you can't do with your arms, you can do with your smile. I admit, this was probably all planned quite differently. But make the best of it. You are an even more beautiful couple than Claude and you were.

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Is there any chronivac dating app ? I saw this really handsome dude selling pastries in Bordeaux, and another cute guy at the beach in Arcachon ! I really want to have the best chances here !

There is no Chronivac dating app in the strict sense. But I can create one or more profiles for you in the relevant portals using Chronivac, which are combined with a preset in Chronivac. This means that if someone is interested in a profile, and it comes to a date, you can activate the profile for you. The advantage is that with several profiles your chances improve significantly.

For the cute guy in Bordeaux maybe the setting Charles could fit. IT product manager. Super sporty. Eats only super healthy, but has a weakness for sweet pastries and sweet boys.

To have fun at the Bassin d'Arcachon, I think the setting Marc is quite good. Is into kitesurfing and nighttime pool parties for two.

I personally like the Île de Ré very much in August, meeting place of the rich and beautiful. There you could have success as Jean-Luc. Winemaker, connoisseur of fine arts and experienced connoisseur and artist in bed.

I would also have him as his son in a younger version. Nightclub owner from Paris. Friend of hard sex in unusual places.

If you want, I will activate one or more of the profiles on Grindr or other portals of your choice. And then I wish you bonne chance, beaucoup de succès et surtout beaucoup de plaisir!

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I have always wanted to try some gay bars around my area, yet I have never managed to actually go to one, I don't think I will fit in at all. Yesterday I received a flyer from a local leather bar popular with the older guys about some kind of party tonight. I'm thinking about going but can't manage the courage, is there any way you could help ?

From my own experience, the biggest problem when visiting a leather and fetish club for the first time is not your outfit. You can even come in a pink tooth fairy costume if your attitude is right. Are you unhappy with your body? No problem, if you're still bursting with self-confidence. Once you've got to the point where you're lying in a sling or fucking someone who's lying in a sling, it doesn't really matter what you look like.

Don't worry, I'll make sure you make a grand entrance. It is now 5pm. You're currently 23 years old and haven't really had much experience with rough sex. We'll change that. I'll make you five years older within the next five hours. Five years in which you have had fun every weekend in the relevant bars. Online dating? Cybersex? For you, that's for sissies. You want to feel and smell your partner's sweat during sex. And for you, shooting your semen into a tissue is a waste. It should end up in someone else's face or ass. And if you get fucked yourself, at least on your chest or in your face.

Do you notice how you change? How your self-confidence grows. How you look at the people around you in the underground. And how you yourself attract more and more glances. You are an alpha stallion. Let me adjust a few things. Three times a week to the gym. You have a career at work. You're an alpha. That gives you the money to invest in leather. These things aren't cheap. But you love the smell. Army? Rubber? Skinhead? All hot fetishes. But you need the feeling of black leather on your skin.

When you get off the underground, you grab the crotch of the hot guy opposite you with your leather gloves as a farewell. And then you head for the toilet of the underground station with your heavy boots. Totally filthy place. But with glory holes. And sure enough, there's someone waiting on the stall next to you. You haven't had sex for two days. And you gratefully get a blowjob before dinner.

In the burger restaurant you stand right at the entrance. A couple of guys think you're the bouncer. With your black bomber jacket and short-cropped hair, that's not far-fetched. What if your colleagues saw you now? No one would recognise you without your tailor-made suits. At least not at first glance.

After the burger, you go out for a beer or two. You're already wearing the full outfit. Leather jeans. Leather shirt. People gawk and drool. But you only have eyes for guys in leather. Too bad, there are none in the gay bar today. More like young party people. So it's better to move straight on to the leather bar.

On the street, at the stairs down to the bar in the basement, there are a few really hot guys smoking cigarettes. Beginners. You put a fat Dominco Presidente in your mouth. And exchange glances with the bearded leather master standing on the railing of the basement stairs. He stubs out his cigarette, takes the cigar from your mouth and grabs your chin with his other leather-gloved hand. Wouldn't you like to put something else big in your mouth?

After a few minutes, the two of you are the attraction in the dark room. This is a promising start to a horny weekend. Make the most of it!

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Let’s talk honestly

So I just wanna share where I’m at these days with Tumblr, the community, and some concerning developments as of late. Firstly, I want to thank all 5k of you for supporting me for almost a decade on this platform. It has been a wild ride with ups and downs but this community has really given me an overall positive impact on my self image, bettered my writing skills, and helped to come to terms with who I am as a person and as a kinkster. So above all, I have so much gratitude for y’all, thank you.

Over the last couple of months, I have taken notice to some difficulties on behalf of Tumblr and their censorship efforts against queer erotic writing. I have had to fight more flags and community labels than ever before, and it has really affected my desire and motivation to publish more stories. If only certain folks with their mature censor turned off can read my posts, that fuckin sucks. But I admittedly got rather stoned last night and thought about why Tumblr is cracking down so viciously on our content. I think I’ve come to my own conclusion there.

I am and have been extremely alarmed by a number of tropes that have become relatively commonplace in recently posted tf prose. As I have mentioned countless times before, underage people have no business being in your sexual fantasy fiction whatsoever. The amount of writers I’ve seen recently posting stories focusing on 12-16 year of children being erotically transformed is disturbing to put it delicately. Especially those which maintain the children’s psychological age intact, but even without that trope it is inappropriate, unacceptable, and should not be platformed on Tumblr.

In addition, I’d like to touch on another trope: homophobic tf. Now I have no issue whatsoever with Gay to straight, as being straight is a valid expression of sexual orientation. There is nothing wrong with featuring characters from a wide array of identities. That being said, this new content of lib to con, MAGA tf, gay bashing tf… it’s disgusting. In the current world we live in, these types of archetypical characters do exist in the real world and are causing real significant harm to queer folks. These groups of people are actively, in their own words, trying to eradicate the LGBT community in America. These types of people exist all over the world as well, and queer identifying people live in legitimate, actual fear for their lives. I question why we fetishize individuals who seek a literal genocide of an entire peoples, and whether it is acceptable to do so. I point to the fetishization of Nazism as an apt comparison: a hypermasculinized group of people who sought eradication of a group of people based solely on concrete identities which could not be changed. I believe we as a community have rightly deplatformed such content, and I cannot fathom why this current iteration is in such a Renaissance.

These are just two examples of obvious reasoning as to why Tumblr might righteously suppress tf erotica on their platform. Can I blame them? No. Frankly, I understand completely. If the community refuses to monitor and moderate its on content, then Tumblr as the platform most certainly will.

I’m unsure as to what the future looks like for Ides, as this current trajectory is not something I’d like to participate in. I’m hoping like minded writers will be a bit more critical in choosing the tropes and prompts for their stories, but in all honesty, I have significant doubts. Rest assured, I will touch base with y’all before I do anything drastic. But in my opinion, the writing is on the wall.

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My french roommate is going through a tough breakup, his ex had cheated with other guys. He found out yesterday and has been in a bad mood ever since, so to chear him up I showed him the Chronivac App.

Yesterday as we were eating lunch together I couldn't keep my eyes of him. I couldn't pinpoint what exactly, his brown shaggy hair, his handsome face, the way he moves his legs while sitting on the couch, his kissable lips and well kept beard.. He didn't look any different and yet I felt like he was becoming more handsome by the second.

I got up and immediately felt dizzy, he caught me before I could stumble. Oh god his touch felt amazing. I loved taller guys than me... Wait thats not right ! I used to be a bit taller than him !

I excused myself and got up. Somehow my shoes seemed smaller but I didn't thought much of it.

As I woke up today I felt dizzy again. I muttered something in broken english, not noticing how french my prononciation sounded !

I walked towards the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror ! I didn't look anything like myself anymore ! In fact I looked more and more like his ex ! Blond Hair and blue eyes became Brown, a beard had grown over my usually smooth face. I Had lost a bit of height again, but my legs, chest and arms looked leaner like I was working out. I keep forgetting things, like me growing up in the states, or even my own name !

I tried finding the app on my phone but everything was in french and I couldn't see the app anywhere ! I need to lock my account before my boyfriend changes me more !

I'll answer directly in French, which should be much easier for you to understand, Yves. That is your name, isn't it? At least that's what it says in my files. And this is once again one of the cases in which it is difficult for me to intervene. Because according to my documents, you started the transformation from your device with the app licensed to you. And also for another reason it is difficult for me to intervene: Even if the transformation should have been a considerable interference with your personal rights, I have rarely seen a couple that builds up such an aura of love and eroticism around itself.

Suggestion: I exceed my authority and bring you both to your hometown Amiens. Is really beautiful there. Much more romantic than this hopelessly overcrowded Paris. Show Claude your home. As a South Frenchman, it will all seem exotic to him. But is there anything more beautiful than to lie in bed on a rainy afternoon with a fire in the fireplace and admire the cathedral outside the window. Or Claude's magnificent butt.

Let me know how it was. And if you did not like it, get in touch!