Horny for TF

18+. Always struggling to find stuff i like so i decided make it by myself. Male TF, mainly about muscle, jock, himbo, age progression, race change. Posting my attemps and reposting what I liked. DMs are welcome

[hornyfortf]

Hola, Diego here.

Come with me to explore and express your lust for a reality shaped according to your deepest wishes.

A world of desire, strenght, energy, power, concreteness, sensuality, where bodies speak more and louder than words and thoughts.

Are you ready?

[malestransforming]

The Button

Push this button and you will transform into a different man. 

It could transform you into any age or race, but you will almost certainly be handsome, healthy, and muscular. 

Here’s the catch. After the transformation, you have to live in your new body for one week before you can push the button again. The button will glow when it’s ready. It only works when you push it. There’s a switch on the bottom that can prevent any accidental presses. 

Here’s another catch. The original you will cease to exist. 

From now until the end of time, you will be able to push the button and transform into a new man. You could push it every week and become someone new forever.

A different body. A different face. A different life. A different language. A different faith.

You could push it once, love who you become, and stay that way until a natural end. Or you could live entire lifetimes, changing bodies whenever you’re ready to begin again. 

Each transformation will change you slightly. Different instincts. Different desires. Different habits. Different languages. Different cultures and upbringings. After enough transformations, you may not remember who you originally were.

But pushing the button could do so much for you. It could make you into a blue-eyed hunk, a beefy himbo, or a cute jock. You’ll be handsome, muscular, maybe dumb or smart, a slob or pristine. But you will be a man. 

How long do you think you could resist before pressing it for a second time?

[coachs-kit-bag]

I love your advice about dressing in the right gear to get oneself in the mindset to transform into a jock this year.

Any suggestions on a ‘starter pack’ of things that one might need to go down that path?

With your ambition to transform yourself this year, you may have gotten a boost from this recent post on the same topic. Creating a starter pack is an intriguing thought exercise as there are many different routes that one could go down. Happy to help!

1. Jockstrap

I have mentioned on this blog several times that committing to wearing a good jockstrap as daily wear is one of the strongest adaptations an aspiring jock can make. Classic styles (such as the original Bike brand) or increasingly the black Nike model are widely available and good to experiment with.

2. Sports Socks

Secondly, and easily overlooked by many, choosing the right pairs of Socks will keep you grounded in your path. Anything from a basic 5-pack of white Adidas socks will suffice, but, in my experience, you can make sports socks fit with any attire. I often wear knee-length Rugby socks underneath my suits in the workplace or a pair of Nike Elites with casual trainers (graciously gifted by a follower of this blog).

Whatever choice you make, commit yourself and your wardrobe entirely and trust the process.

3. Spandex/Lycra

It will be no surprise for a regular viewer of this blog that I advocate for skintight spandex/lycra within this list. You can even see this as your new 'jock uniform' for a good workout. Under Armour, Nike Pro and Skins Compression are all solid brands, but anything skintight is right by me. At first, you may feel that you need to wear a looser pair of running shorts, but within time you will quickly realise that the more you wear, the more correct it feels to wear alone.

Short-sleeved shirts with shorts, especially in matching or complimentary sets, demonstrate pride in your appearance. In addition, a pair of full-length tights should be in every jock’s wardrobe as standard practice. Once you start collecting, you might find it hard to stop buying, and even resist wearing anything else.

4. Vest

For those moments when you need a loose-fitting, casual look, a vest and short shorts come in handy. Showing the right amount of skin is paramount - you never know when you’ll be called to perform a good flex for the camera. Show off those gains!

5. Cap & Headphones

Lastly, as you requested a real “starter pack” to assimilate yourself fully as a jock - a good cap and pair of headphones will be vital to help you connect to the right frequency, zone out of the mundane and lock in to your goals.

This might seem like a lot at first, but before long you’ll realise just how important your new wardrobe will be!

For more ideas, you can always check the posted tagged “jock” for more inspiration.

For those lured in and wishing to purchase kits for others rather than for themselves, my Ko-Fi is always open and for TF posts you can visit @coachs-locker-room

I would be open to do another one of these starter packs focusing on a specific items, or other sports. Let me know if that interests you or leave a comment if there is something you would recommend.

[hornyfortf]

Taking notes 👀

[anthonysperkins]

Kevin McDonald The Gay Watcher... I'm Still Watching (2023) dir. Michael Henry, Paul McGovern Jr.

[futureperfectchanges]

The Pride Pin

"Have you got a little rainbow flag? Or maybe a rainbow handkerchief?" Edward asked the man behind the counter. He was on his way to a gay wedding and had seen a large pride flag in the window of this store which had given him an idea. "Basically something that I could put into my breast pocket for a wedding i'm going to." Before quickly adding: "To show my support to the grooms that is."

"Ah, how nice, although I'm afraid I only have large flags at the moment, but I do have a few pins left over from Pride, would one of those work for you?" replied the shopkeeper as he pointed to a box a little further down the counter.

"Looks perfect" Edward said as he picked up one of the pins.

"Just to check - you did say you wanted it to show you're an ally of the gay community didn't you? It's just that some of the items in this store can be a little, well, unpredictable, so just wanted to be clear about things before you try it on."

"Of course" Edward lied.

In truth Edward hadn't wanted to go to this wedding at all. He worked with one of the guys getting married, John. They had joined a law firm at the same time so had met during their induction and had been good friends for a while - at least until John had come out as gay and started dating guys. Edward was glad that John was happy, but had since mostly avoided hanging out together unless it was a work event. He had gone to one dinner soon after John's engagement to his boyfriend, Miguel, but had spent the whole meal feeling embarrassed. Everyone else at the table had been so obviously gay and they had made no attempt to talk quietly, so he was sure all the surrounding tables had been judging him all evening.

When Edward had received the invite to the wedding he had initially planned to decline it. What had changed his mind was the fact that a lot of John's straight female friends were going to be there, and with most of the other guys at the wedding being gay, it was almost guaranteed that he would hook up with one of the girls. He hoped that the pride pin was going to be the 'icing on the cake' with regards to getting attention from the girls. How could they turn down a guy who was so supportive of his friend? With any luck he would be back at home with a lady before the happy couple had even cut the cake.

"Here, let me put it on for you" the shopkeeper offered.

Edward had intended on keeping the pin out of sight until he had entered the wedding, but he didn't want to offend the shopkeeper so let him reach over and place the pin on his lapel - he'd just take if off as soon as he left the store.

Edward looked at the mirror behind the counter and his first thought was to worry that the pin might make the girls at the wedding think he was gay too. He started to wonder if it was a bad idea, and as if to confirm that he felt the pin prick his chest. Soon after he felt another prick and he wondered if the shopkeeper had failed to cover the back of the pin properly. When he started to feel more and more pricks on his chest, and not just where the pin was, he began to worry that something was wrong.

Edward felt like he was being stabbed with needles all across his chest and he felt like he had no choice but to pull his jacket off. He didn't know what was going on, but he needed to stop whatever was causing the pain.

Edward was confused. He had taken off his jacket and the pricking sensations had stopped, but when he looked down at his chest he didn't understand what he was looking at as it. What he first saw on his chest was a mix of colors that hadn't previously been there. It was as though someone had covered his chest in paint.

"¿Cómo?" Edward said aloud whilst continuing to stare at his chest. He had never had a tattoo so didn't understand what he was looking at. As he reached up to rub off whatever was on his chest it quickly dawned on him that the colors were not going to come off easily.

"What is this? Is this a tattoo? How do I get this off?" Edward asked in increasingly frantic tones, all with a slight Spanish accent. He had been so fixed on the new tattoos that he hadn't noticed that the rest of his body had taken on a subtle tan.

The shopkeeper didn't reply, he knew that if an item from his shop was not used as intended it could cause a little confusion for the customer, so he just waited to see what would happen.

"What is going on? And what's wrong with my voice?" Edward asked as he started to get angry. "I'm a dancer at Infernos nightclub and if you want to see me shake my ass... wait... no I meant to say i'm a dancer, no a dancer..." Edward had wanted to tell the shopkeeper that he was a lawyer at a powerful law firm and would kick his ass if he didn't fix what was going on but he didn't seem able to get the right words out.

Whilst Edward's mind tried to deal with what was going on, he started to wonder what sort of options he had to get rid of the tattoo, or what he could do just to cover it up. It was then that he looked back at the mirror and realised how much else had changed across his body. His heart sank as he knew there was no way he could cover everything up.

Edward sighed as he thought again about what to do with the tattoos, but was then confused. Why was he thinking of covering them up? He loved showing them off. He had spent so much of his life hiding who he was, but now there was no one who was going to stop him from being his true self. He was Eduardo - a proud Latino twink.

Eduardo felt the jacket he was holding and then remembered that he had come in to buy a new shirt. "Hey, do you have any dress shirts?" he smiled as he asked the storekeeper. "My best friend is marrying some fancy lawyer today and I want to look good for the occasion!"

[malechanges]

Squeeze Harder

As I squeezed on my roommate's chest, his pecs just kept...growing. His body hair looked so hot with a pair of juicy pecs underneath. I just couldn't stop. The more I squeezed, the hotter he got and the more he moaned. Yeah, he sounded pretty dumb. But look how hot he looks.

[joejock1]

[enhancedtranced]

Squat, Flex, pose

Masculine

Every workout is better in a jockstrap

[vugcehkvcfbk]

I Bought a Tanktop

Last week, I bought a tank top. One goddamn tank top. It was light blue with stripes. It wasn’t supposed to be a big thing. Sure, it was the first tank I’d ever owned, but I didn’t expect my whole life to become about it, y’know?

I had always been… not nerdy or anything. I was never picked last for a team, I was never bullied, I was never the smartest kid in class. I was just nondescript. Picked somewhere in the middle, ignored, and unremarkable.

It’s stupid, the stuff you argue with yourself about. I’d always felt like I was just a little too skinny to pull off a tank top. A little too pale. But three weeks ago I was in the mood for a change, and summer was coming up anyhow, so I screwed up my courage and bought that damn shirt.

I know, I’m 35, I shouldn’t have to screw up my courage to go shopping anymore. Shut up, okay? Some of us never really got over ourselves.

“Anything else?” the clerk said, some bored-but-hot 22ish year old dude. The kind of guy who would rock this tank without a second thought.

“Nah bro, I’m good,” I said, trying too hard.

“Cool,” he said. “Hey, you know anyone who needs a job? We need a stockboy here? Pay isn’t bad, and you get a deal with the clothes.”

“Sorry,” I said. “Everyone I know is sort of past doing retail in their career.”

“Serious? Everyones got a couple friends who’d be happier with a slack job,” the clerk said.

“Thanks buddy,” I said, starting to get irritated at how long this was taking, “But me and my friends are all professionals. Why don’t you harass someone else?”

“Yeah, okay,” he said, sounding like I just kicked his dog. “Twenty bucks even.”

He messed around with the tank for a minute while I swiped my card, pulling the security tags off and stuff. I wished he’d hurry - I felt so exposed, being a normal fucking human being in a mall.

I crammed it into my backpack after I paid. The whole walk home, I felt like I was smuggling something.

Safely back in my apartment, door locked, I pulled off my shirt and modeled it in the bathroom mirror. In the fluorescent light, I looked a little too skinny to pull it off. A little too pale.

I stuffed it in a dresser drawer and promised myself that I’d wear it at least once this summer.

Safe to say bro, that’s gonna happen.

—-

The next morning I was running late for work. I’m an auditor at a pretty big company - big enough that you’ve heard of them, so I won’t tell you who it is. As I pulled together my suit, I noticed something weird in my undershirt drawer.

I had two tank tops. There was the blue one I bought yesterday but… when did I buy that other one? I was plain red, the same cherry shade as one of my favourite t-shirts. Whatever, I didn’t really have time to puzzle over it. Maybe my fuckbuddy Josh left it here? He was a lawyer across town, but sometimes he liked to play up how bro he was.

Something else weird happened that day, but I didn’t realize until I woke up for work on Friday.

—-

Every single fucking shirt I owned was gone. In their place were weird /almost/ versions of them. Plain white T’s had been replaced with ‘beaters. Old band shirts had the sleeves ripped off, sometimes cut like halfway down the shirt. Even my dress shirts had been replaced by brotanks of the same colors.

That was… impossible. Someone had to be fucking with me. Maybe one of my friends had seen me buying that stupid tank top in the store the other day and now they were screwing with me.

Not a cheap joke, but hey, we all make good money. Maybe Josh was having a laugh? Or Trevor? They were both occasional fuckbuddies, so they both had keys.

Whatever was happening, I couldn’t end up late for work. And it’s not like you could call in and say ‘I’m not sick, but someone stole all my shirts overnight and I don’t have anything office-appropriate’. Instead I started digging around in my hamper.

But my hamper was full of the same kind of thing, except that these were even worse. The tanks were all covered in sweat like some neanderthal had grunted for hours at the gym in each of them. They stunk like a college locker room. I was seriously going to have to do some wash after work, provided I didn’t just throw out the whole damn bag.

Wash! They had to have missed the laundry. But no, my dryer was full of casual khaki pants, dress socks, …and sophomoric sleeveless fashion choices. My dry cleaning had expensive suit pants and tank tops that were sure to highlight the narrowness of my shoulders.

Even the shirt I wore yesterday had been replaced.

So I called in sick to work. I lied and told them I had a 24 hour bug. My boss probably thought I was hungover, but that’s better than him knowing how thoroughly I had been pranked.

I actually checked, but there’s no uber for shirts or anything, so I resolved myself to actually leaving the house in one of my many tank tops. I sure as hell wasn’t going to text my friends and let them know that I was stymied.

I chose something ‘conservative’ - a plain black tank with a thick red stripe across the chest. I matched it with a pair of blue jeans that I had kept around for - I don’t even know why I still had these. They were pretty tight on me. I’ve gained some desk weight since the last time it was appropriate for me to wear jeans.

The black and red tank hung off my body - a little too skinny and a little too pale.

I headed to the mall, this time feeling out of place in my regular stores. I looked stupid, dressed like some college kid, pawing through the racks and trying to find a few polos and dress shirts.

I had no idea what possessed me to even buy that blue tank in the first place. Thirty-five years old, probably looking like some out of touch loser.

I got through the humiliating experience, waving off the clerks every time they came near. Eventually I put about $500 on my card and walked out with some actual real clothing.

I even wore one of them out of the store - a black golf shirt. I never wear clothes before washing them, but this was an emergency.

It probably won’t surprise you that when I pulled them from the bag at home, my new shirts had been replaced by tank tops. These ones were neon and reflective, like I’d just come from Gym-Clothes-R-Us.

What the fuck was happening?

Josh and Trevor were smart, but there was no way they’d intercepted my new shirts and replaced them. The shirts had literally been in my sight the entire time, from rack to change room to the house.

A horrible idea washed over me and I ran for the bathroom.

Sure enough, I was wearing a baggy neon yellow tank. There was absolutely no way that Josh and Trevor could have done that.

When you’ve eliminated the impossible…

Something fucked was happening…

That blue tank…

It was like it was infecting my clothes? Making them like it?

No way. Impossible.

I went to bed.

—-

Saturday morning, I got up and put on a faded purple racerback with pinstripes. I think this one used to be my favourite dress shirt.

I actually don’t look bad in these clothes. I swear these tanks actually make my shoulders look decent, and the way my pecs press out of them makes me look bigger.

But goddamn it, all of my underwear had transmogrified into jockstraps.

I don’t know if you’ve worn a jockstrap before, but I woke up feeling constricted. Even the boxers I went to sleep in ended up as a tight black pouch and two ass straps.

My body was definitely changing. I measured my chest on Saturday afternoon. I had gained like an inch in the last day. And my arms had definition. Like I could actually see the curve of my delts. I flexed in the mirror for a while (yeah, like you wouldn’t?) and I’ve never seen my biceps peak like that. Plus my tanks were starting to hang loosely on me - my core started to tighten up.

And my cock… well it was constricted in the morning, but my mid-afternoon it was fucking packed into the dark purple jockstrap. I had selected my purple jock for how spacious it seemed that morning.

I spent the day plotting out my next move - but who do you call when a tank top suddenly decides to take over your fashion choices? Is there a witchdoctor in the phone book or something?

I went out and grabbed groceries, got some takeout, even thought about picking up some new shirts - but what would be the use? I knew I couldn’t go into work like this on Monday, and I probably couldn’t call in sick for more than a week without losing my job, but at least for the day I was starting to feel normal. I liked the way that the early summer sun felt so intense on my bare shoulders.

And after I got over the feeling that I was walking wrong, the jockstrap was actually feeling pretty okay. I might keep a couple, after I solved whatever was happening to me of course.

—-

I woke up late on Sunday morning with my cock rock hard, stretching out the elastic of my jock. I was very, very horny.

So horny that when I opened up my closet and saw that every pair of pants I owned had been transformed, I didn’t even care. When you own nothing but tank tops, who needs dress pants or dockers or even jeans anyway?

Instead my closet was full of short little workout shorts, long shiny basketball shorts, and a couple pairs of sweats and track pants.

Whatever I was wearing, it needed to slip on quick anyway. I didn’t have time to fuck around. I needed to fuck.

I texted Josh.

> > dtf?

> Hey! this early? Wanna grab brunch first?

> > After… or do I need to call trev isnteadd??

That’d do it. Josh hated the idea that he wasn’t my boyfriend (which he wasn’t) or that Trev was hotter (which he wasn’t). I watched the typing bubble my phone for ten long seconds while Josh wrestled with the idea.

> Sure, come over.

I left the house wearing black baller shorts over a neon green jock, and a ripped up tank that was made from this old rock and roll T I loved. I ran my hand through my short hair and slipped on a pair of flip flops. No time to get ready - I needed this.

I slipped my phone into the shorts pocket and put in my earbuds. I felt like listening to some rock. Might as well match the shirt.

Some days your dick is in control, you know?

Josh was super surprised by the way that I looked. If I had any remaining doubt that he might have somehow been behind this, I put that to rest.

“Have you signed up for a gym or something,” he asked. “Trevor has that one he’s been going to, and if it works that well…” Josh trailed off.

“Yeah bro,” I lied. “It’s good.”

“Bro?” Josh laughed. “What are you, twenty?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” I said. “I need my dick inside you.”

“Seriously though,” he said. “Are you okay? You’re like a pure bottom. Not that I mind getting plowed for once, but…”

I kissed him deep, just to shut him up. Then I peeled off my band shirt and dropped my shorts. I groped Josh’s ass and pulled off his polo shirt. The button of his dockers popped off as I fumbled to get his cock out.

“Hey, watch it!” Josh said.

And then I was down on my knees, sucking at his dick through the thin blue material of his boxers. I practically ripped them down his legs and let his cock slap my face. I pounced on it, desperate to get Josh as horned up as I was.

I didn’t take long. In minutes, I was pumping in and out of his tight ass, our clothes scattered all over his bedroom floor. Josh had never ridden my cock before - nobody had, really - but he was loving all nine inches of it.

A week ago, it had been maybe five inches. Damn. If I’d had a cock like this in college, I would never have bothered learning to bottom. Hell, I might not have bothered learning anything.

I came like a volcano. And with my rod pulsing inside of him, Josh came moments later.

For the first time in days, my mind felt totally clear.

I left Josh in his well-earned afterglow and gathered up my clothes. My jockstrap is lying on the floor next to his dark blue one. Weird - I thought Josh was wearing boxers earlier.

I slipped my spent cock and balls back into my neon jock, and slid my baller shorts up my tight ass. Before I slipped my tank back on, I took a look at myself in Josh’s hall mirror.

I wasn’t just looking bigger. I wasn’t just looking good. I was just short of jacked.

Well, fuck me harder. I looked awesome. I even had a healthy tan going on, though you could see an obvious line where I wore tanks all the time.

I threw on my tank. It had to stretch to make it across my wide chest, though it hung loosely over my defined abs. My shoulders looked so powerful, bursting out of their holes. If this shirt had arms, it probably wouldn’t even fit me anymore…

I flexed my biceps and enjoyed watching a vein stand out. I started to get hard in my jock again. Just salivating over my amazing body.

I hadn’t looked this good since…

Had I ever looked this good?

I studied myself carefully. My face had the look of a young man just escaping college-age and emerging into adulthood, framed by shaggy hair that spilled over my forehead. My body was hard-won, shaped by countless hours in the gym and as a fuck machine in countless beds across the city.

Yeah, I looked good.

Back on the street, I pulled out my phone and tried to throw my music on again. But it wasn’t my music. I scrolled through the music. This was definitely my phone, but EDM had replaced all my classic rock.

Apparently whatever magic was making this happen, it had crept from my shorts to my phone. The heavy beat of an EDM artist blasted in my ears.

I tried to remember what was wrong. It seemed like something was wrong.

Nah… Things were actually going pretty fucking well. I could remember everything - the tank, my clothes being changed, my body growing to match, my cock needing to be fulfilled, my friend fucked into submission on his bed…

No, everything seemed alright.

I walked home, letting the heavy beat wash away my concern.

—-

I woke up the next morning to my phone playing EDM. Nothing gets my ass out of bed in the morning like shaking it to some tunes.

My apartment felt weird for some reason. I had a vague memory that it should be different - boring and stodgy. All clean and neat, organized, with fancy art and a diploma on the wall. I’d been 4th in my class, and I was proud of that.

I shook my head. That was ridiculous. I went to college for less than a year before I dropped out. There was too much ass to fuck with my giant cock. There was no point in learning when you were this young and pretty.

I’d been out of school for… oh man, it seemed like 15 years, but really I know it was only one or two. I still remember the day I walked off campus, straight into a house on frat row, and fucked anyone who wanted it. It took all day and most of the night, but I didn’t want to have any regrets about leaving.

No diploma. Yeah, there wasn’t anything weird about my room. It was messy, piles of tank tops and athletic clothes all over the floor. A rack of dumbbells in the corner. A chin-up bar hanging above the door. Posters tacked to the walls - my fave artists and teams natch.

I did a quick set of 5 chin-ups. I’ve got this deal with myself, I do them every time I walk through that door. No excuses.

That’s how you end up being a stud like me.

I grabbed a shower, swapped out for a fresh tank and a clean jockstrap. All the time, I kept getting texts from Josh.

> Bro, what the fuck is happeneing? I feel all weird

> is this cuz we hooked up??

> fuuuuuck bro!! answer!! all my shit is… fucked up…

Whatever. I had to hit the gym. No excuses.

I pounded through my sets. The EDM blasted my skull with thick beats. I love the way my muscles feel when I work them. The blood flooding in. The fatigue.

Between the sweat and the music it was getting hard to think - like counting reps is hard, but whatever, just push through when you lose count. Just keep going. It’s not like an extra couple reps ever killed anyone.

Bench. Incline. Decline. Dips. Flyes. Fuck I love chest day. And I was wearing a ripped up tank that split most of the way down. All the bros in the gym could see my sweet pec flex.

I ignored my buzzing phone. Josh was totally high maintenance. I kinda felt like maybe I should think about him… but the EDM was washing away my thoughts as they formed.

Push through this next rep. You got this bro.

Nothin’ but net.

By the time I finished up my routine I was soaked in sweat. Everything from tank to jock was covered in my musk. Nothin’ smelled good like hard work.

And results. I flexed in the locker room mirror as I wrapped a towel around my waist. Nothin’ looked as good as results.

After a quick rinse, I headed to the steam room to relax. My earbuds were out, but I could swear that I could still hear the music, thumping back and forth in my brain. That beat keeping me on track. Keeping me from thinking too bad.

There was a kinda-hot kinda-old dude enjoying his own post-workout relaxation. I checked him out for a minute, feeling my cock harden. Eventually I figured out how I knew him. 
“Trev!” I said. “How you doin’ bro?”

He looked up surprised. “Do I know you?” he asked.

“It’s me, Ben!” I said.

Trev’s jaw practically dropped through the floor.

“Wow,” he said. “I really didn’t recognize you. I know we haven’t seen each other for a couple weeks but… are you on steroids or something man?”

“Whatever bro,” I said. Then I lifted my towel and motioned. He couldn’t resist. Who could?

I leaned back and watched him sucking my rod while I enjoyed the steam.

“You got a nice mouth Trev,” I grinned after I came. Then I pointed at my rapidly re-hardening cock - “You wanna take a shower together? Get that ass fucked?”

Trev nodded, lost in the haze of sex and steam, and followed me out of the steam room. We grabbed a shower cube and I used shampoo as lube while he moaned softly under the hot water. After I blasted my load up his ass, I gave him another look.

You know what? I don’t think Trev was really that old. Hell, he was probably around my age.

It turned out that his locker was next to mine. I glanced inside when he unlocked it. Man, Trev must have been shopping at the same store as me - either that or my clothes had done their magic even through the locker wall.

I could see a moment of confusion on his face as he pulled out a tank top instead of a t-shirt.

I changed into my ‘street’ clothes - there’s really no difference between my gym gear and my normal gear, ‘cept that one of them is fresh. My phone was still buzzing off the hook. It was my roommate Josh, still freaking out.

> Bro for serious… i need to get fucked. U cumming home or do i gotta go online for dick?? >> omw

—-

I was headed to leave when Trev called out behind me: “hey brainiac, you left your cap!”

I turned around. Trev was headed towards me, his tight body wrapped in trackpants and a highlighter yellow tank. His gym bag was flung over his shoulder, and he was holding a maroon baseball cap in his hand.

I grab the cap outta his hand and slip it backwards over my mop of hair.

“Thanks bro,” I say. And for an instant I see my buddy Trevor, a 36 year old accountant. Or Trev, a 23 year old club kid. Both images seem to fade into each other like some hokey special effect.

I blink again and again. I try to focus. Who the hell would want to be friends with some old dude? Finally I snap back to reality, headed out of the gym with my roommate Trev, headed home to make sure Josh gets fucked. Man, he’s such a needy little whore.

Back at our apartment, the whole fuckin place is a mess. My slacker roommates never clean their shit up, but I can’t really complain. It’s not like I clean either. Anyone who gives a shit - whatever, I’ll fuck that out of them.

Not that i need to go out hunting for ass. I just do it cuz it’s fun. Between Trev and Josh, I could spend all day getting my cock taken care of. And I need it - if I don’t cum like five or six times a day, I can’t even focus on my reps.

For now tho I gotta get to the mall - it’s almost time to work. Being a stockboy is boring. But the work is easy and I get to listen to my tunes. Plus the deal with the clothes is great.

[hornyfortf]

Another one of my all‑time favorite TF stories. The balance between phisical and mental transformation is *chef kiss*

[mrwavellswaps]

The Principal’s Solution

When Mr Everett was called into the principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting. “You’re firing me!?”

“David that’s not what I’m—” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.

“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.

Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me! You are not fired! If you had let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”

David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.

“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now and with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be done to only one proper gym teacher. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Gym department.”

“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Gym instead? “But sir I’m not a Gym teacher. I teach English! I can’t just switch!”

“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”

David squinted over at Principal Bryant, not believing that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't picked up a ball since I was a student. How the hell do you expect me to teach a whole class??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this!”

Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David en further yet also slightly peaking his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department.”

Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a look on his face that was hard to describe. He seemed excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. The Principal flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that Principal Bryant had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire in his boss’ eyes as he glanced up at him, was unmistakable.

“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could speak.

“Ah here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop so that it faced the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.

Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video before moving out of the way. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift pace. Going round and round in fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world around him just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back at his desk to watch what was about to unfold firsthand.

After about 3 minutes or so a voice began speaking to David through the video…

*Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike can look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this experience.*

The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.

*Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?*

David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. As if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain.

*Of course we’ve gotta make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…*

It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become and English teacher were yanked right out of his head, setting his knowledge of the subject back to a much more basic level.

*Annnnd now to replace them with the proper ones.*

One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference.

*Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. Now all that advanced English mumbo jumbo is gone, you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?*

More and more memories to push their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him going to a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He could’ve sworn he’d never been that keen on sports and yet he looked back on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time very fondly. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening all the time. He couldn’t imagine why he thought for even a second that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!

Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these mental changes also began to take a rather physical effect on David as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away after countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health and allowing the suit David was wearing to fit his body in a much more flattering way. Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David.

*Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? Lifting weights, Drinking protein shakes. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that.*

David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a fair bit of his free time at the gym so he could pump up his muscles, once again causing a ripple effect in the real world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles grew even bigger, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants. Biceps threatening to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt. Thighs thickening into trunks of muscle while his ass swelled up until his pants looked as though they were painted on. Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.

*That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of extra manliness to the body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.*

A shiver traveled across David’s entire body as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he had before increased as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. Spreading up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out of David’s collar, due to his suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair right after, his short beard growing thicker than before! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was growing bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!

*Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I just know a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.*

“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping a few of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.

Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell guy was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.

*I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?*

David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a fresh pair white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.

During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself looked down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.

The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showing off a good portion of David’s strong manly legs, while having gone from being black to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.

Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.

*There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re pretty much ready for your position now! All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.*

The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David was sat having more orders and memories pushed into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.

*Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?*

David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.

*Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.*

With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.

“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.

David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, soon quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.”

Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now… and he should be completely subservient according to that video. “Haha yeah I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.

To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show how the muscle bulged and peaked. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his hairy pecs a little before bouncing them as well. Showing just how large and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had also morphed into a jockstrap! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.

“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question. Walking around his boss’ desk and kneeling down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on! “Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.

“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.

“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.

David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his lips around the shaft, glancing up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of it down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed it down even further. Simply sucking on the rather thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop before jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating the principal’s cock as if it were made out of candy, his bearded chin periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.

“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.

David did just that, standing up and pulling down his shorts, briefly showing off the tent in his jockstrap created by his erection, before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick hairy ass in all its glory to the other man. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased, waving his ass back and forth seductively.

Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.

The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry ass cheeks.

Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.

Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.

“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.

Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.

“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with you load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jock. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.

Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls starting the churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.

“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.

The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.

“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.

“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.

With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.

“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.

“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.

“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”

“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”

David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.

Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…

———

Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason of wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant worked properly. “Seems everything went smoothly this time. Complete override of specific aspects of the subjects reality. Intensity of transformation magic perfectly balanced. Subject didn’t accidentally turn into a massive muscle giant hardly capable of moving nor is he aware of his former life. Seems like I’ve found the correct formula for these transformation videos.” Wavell muttered to himself…

[hornyfortf]

Probably my all‑time favorite TF story. 🫠🥵

[love-for-boys]

[rotguttheclown-deactivated20250]

Brainwashed so thoroughly, the two thugs were now stupid, ditzy himbos who couldn’t help but fuck constantly in front of your camera. Although they were complete idiots now, perhaps there was truth to the saying “ignorance is bliss”?

[love-for-boys]

[musclegrowthcat]

Muscle Growth Comics - Part 1

By: Zephleit

[rocketeer9595]

Anchorman

“Coming up later will be Susan Fields, author of New York Time’s best selling book, “Finding Your Inner Self”, the story of a woman who traveled around the world only to find out that her inner Goddess was hiding inside all along.”

Eddie didn’t even think twice before reading aloud the words appearing on the teleprompter. He simply went about his daily routine, working as an anchorman for one of the city’s biggest networks.

“But as soon as we come back from the break, get ready for something a bit raunchy as I talk to adult entertainer, Maxxim Rodovsky, about his upcoming Netflix documentary. We’ll see you back here in just a moment.”

“Three minute break!” A production assistant yelled out as he quickly darted across the set. Eddie took a deep breath as he hunched over in his chair, taking out his phone and scrolling past his feed before deciding to open up the Camera app.

After making sure his hair still looked ok, Eddie put the phone back in his pocket before going over his notes about his upcoming interview. Reading over his list of topics, the newsman could only sigh as he read over all the things his producer had prepared for him to ask during the interview..

All these years spent earning his journalism degree and the amount of hard work he did to move up the ladder within his news network only to be doing ridiculous fluff pieces nobody even watched. Viewership during his segments was amongst the lowest during the broadcast and Eddie definitely felt like he deserved to be doing something more meaningful, something more impactful.

The hard hitting interviews, on location news reports, that’s what he wanted to cover. Things that got people watching and engaged.

While Eddie stewed in his own head, he didn’t even notice the set change in front of him to accommodate the guest he was about to interview. An Adonis of a man walked in his direction. Adorning a pair of faded blue jeans and a white tank top, the man approached Eddie and stretched out his hand.

“Hello, I’m Maxxim, thanks again for having me.”

Snapping out of his own thoughts, Eddie greeted the man, shaking his hand and feeling the absolute strength as Maxxim followed through with a firm handshake.

“To be honest, not many stations agreed to hold an interview. A lot of them aren’t as progressive I guess.” Maxxim commented as all Eddie could do is give a head nod as he arranged his notes together.

“Going back live in 5… 4…. 3…. 2….” Counted down the producer before finally pointing towards Eddie, indicating that the show was now back live.

“Welcome back everyone.” said Eddie, reading off the teleprompter again. “Now we got something real special for you all. Next to me is the star of Netflix’s upcoming docuseries, telling the story of a man at the height of a highly prestigious career who decided to leave it all to pursue a life as an adult film star.” Eddie couldn’t believe the words he was saying as he turned to his side. “Maxxim Rodovsky, happy to have you here.”

“Happy to be here.” Said Maxxim.

“So Maxxim, I think the question everybody wants to ask is “Why?” Why leave the life you had to go into something like adult films?” Eddie asks.

“Well, before all this I used to work as a lawyer in a big and fancy firm. Day in and day out I’d spend all day in a cramped office in a stuffy suit, talking to probably the most boring and uninteresting people in the world.”

“But I’m sure it also had its benefits.” Eddie interjected, going off script while receiving a confused look by his producer.

“Yeah, the salary and the stability was fine. But you lose yourself in a soul sucking job like that. Now I get to be the one doing the sucking.” Maxxim gives Eddie a wink as he delivers the last line. “Plus I get to travel all over the place, meet a lot of different and interesting people, and I’d say you reach a much larger audience than by doing anything else.”

The last few words echoed in Eddie’s head. How could someone with an undignified job as a fucking porn star be a lot happier and much better off than him.

The teleprompter displayed the next question Eddie was to ask, but he instead just ignored it as he was in his own little world. He felt a few little taps on his arm and noticed that Maxxim had been trying to get his attention. Suddenly, everything began to get a lot brighter, as if every light in the studio was turned on to max brightness and were all pointed at him. The intensity of the lights forced him to keep his eyes shut tight.

“Haha, real funny.” Eddie thought to himself, thinking this was his producer’s way of getting back at him for going off script.

Eddie would then inexplicably feel his bare skin exposed as the nice suit he had been wearing suddenly disappeared. In its place, a thin and sleeveless denim jacket alongside a pair of white Colt underwear would be the only things keeping him covered.

Eddie was already a very handsome man, he kept himself in great shape so he was definitely not ashamed of showing a bit of skin every once in a while. However, this was his workplace and whatever kind of prank this was he wasn’t laughing. He would soon learn that this was not some kind of practical joke.

Despite being blinded by the lights, Eddie could feel his body undergo numerous changes. He would feel heavier as his lean body would begin packing pounds of muscle. The biceps and triceps in his arms swelled up, growing to a size he never thought imaginable. The muscles in his forearms grew to match with thick vascular veins pushing up against his skin. His previously thin fingers became thicker as his smooth hands became more rough and calloused.

His upper body was next as his torso expanded, with his pecs filling up like balloons as they filled out the denim jacket. His abs bulging outwards. Eddie was known to shave his chest, leaving the skin smooth and bare, but long, black hairs suddenly grew across his entire torso, covering his whole chest and stomach in a layer of hair.

Eddie’s slim legs almost doubled in size, creating a pair of powerful thighs while his ass became much more rotund, filling in the new pair of underwear he found himself in. Along the crotch, Eddie could feel the fabric stretch to it’s absolute limit as his new and improved member grew to a mouthwatering 9 inches.

The final of these changes were concentrated on his head. The light brown hair Eddie had turned coal black. His beard followed suit. The hair around his upper lip, however, thickened and grew longer forming a rather impressive mustache. His face in general appeared much more masculine. Soon, the blinding lights started to dim, revealing the gargantuan man standing in Eddie’s place.

As the lights dimmed, Eddie opened his eyes and it became apparent that he wasn’t in the studio anymore. He was standing in the middle of a bedroom with what appeared to be an amateur filming set up. A camcorder on a tripod with a few ring lights set up pointing in his direction. Eddie then felt a familiar tap on his much broader shoulder.

“Hey Ed, you ready?” Maxxim suddenly appeared besides him. “We have a flight tomorrow morning for Amsterdam. So we gotta get this done quick.” Using a remote he started the camcorder, with a blinking red right indicating the recording had begun.

Without being able to say a word, Maxxin threw his arms around Eddie, removing the denim jacket and immediately giving Eddie a kiss on the lips. Despite being taken aback, Eddie let himself fall into the kiss, unbeknownst to him his memories were being rewritten in the process.

After dropping out of college, Eddie remembered pursuing a career in the adult film industry. He got in better shape than ever and was able to meet many different and interesting people. Not only that but he got to travel all over the world as a result. All the fucking wasn’t so bad either.

“Everything ok?” Maxxim whispered.

The new memories flooded Eddie’s head but after a moment he finally came to. Looking deeply into Maxxim’s eyes, he proceeded to use his incredible strength to throw him onto the bed and then removed both his and Maxxim’s tight fitting underwear. Eddie had completely settled into his new life, once thrust at a time.

[hornyfortf]

Maybe they had no clue what they were doing… or maybe they knew *exactly* what they were doing. 👀🥵

(IG @gabepietrafesa)

[sorryforbeingaslutok]

[hornyfortf]

What did you put in my coffee / 9

That brand-new brewed coffee is now availaible at drive-through too, I guess. The middle‑aged college professor learned it the hard way...

Good thing his van is big enough for his new younger and buffer body. His head has got a lot of free space too...

[raxero-malemetamorph]

Missing PE Credis – The Wrestler

With summer break on horizon I have decided to create trilogy about college sports. We are starting with everybody's favourite, the wrestling. If you have other sport you want to have story about, type it to the comments. Also, as you may know, I created an account on Ko-Fi. If you like this or any of my other stores. You can tip me there.

The office smelled of stale coffee, wintergreen liniment, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of raw testosterone.

Johny stood just inside the door, nervously clutching the straps of his oversized backpack. Short, with a thin, angular frame and a perpetually shy demeanor, he looked like the academic nerd who spent his life buried in library basements rather than athletic halls. He was decidedly not an athlete.

Behind the heavy oak desk sat Coach Marcus. The man was a mountain. He was mature, ruggedly handsome, and built like a literal bear – tall, dense muscle, broad shoulders that stretched his polo shirt to its absolute limit, and a huge chest that surged forward with every breath. He projected an aura of absolute dominance.

Coach looked up from a file, his deep voice vibrating through the room. "Have a seat, Johny."

Johny swallowed hard, remaining standing. "Is something wrong with my academic standing, Coach?"

"Not your academics," Coach rumbled, a slow, knowing smile spread across his handsome face. "But you're short on your physical education credits. It's mandatory for graduation. A lot of you high-IQ guys forget about the body while feeding the brain. But I have a way you can fix it. Right now." Coach reached into a sports bag on his desk and pulled out a spandex wrestling singlet. It was vibrant red with deep blue stripes running down the sides. He held it out. Johny looked at the skimpy piece of fabric, his face flushing a bright, nervous crimson.

"Coach, I don't think..." Johny stammered.

"I need you, Johny," Coach interrupted, his eyes locking onto the younger man with an intense, heavy gaze. "My best wrestler, Dane Mercer, just dropped out of tonight's intercollegiate match."

Johny’s eyes widened behind his invisible anxiety. "Dane Mercer? As Dane 'The Anvil' Mercer? Coach, he’s a beast! He competes in the heaviest weight class. How could I ever replace him? I weigh next to nothing."

Coach stood up, towering over Johny, casting a massive shadow. He placed a heavy, warm hand on Johny’s shoulder, sending an unexpected spark of heat straight down the boy's spine. "Don't worry about that. You can handle it. Go to the locker room, put it on. The match is about to start. Trust me." Dazed, Johny took the singlet and retreated to the locker room. He pulled off his baggy hoodie and jeans, feeling acutely vulnerable in the chill air. He stepped into the wrestling boots and pulled the red singlet up over his thin shoulders. The fabric hung loose, sagging against his flat chest and slender thighs. The boots felt like clunky buckets on his feet. He looked down at himself, feeling utterly ridiculous, his mind racing with panic about the humiliation awaiting him on the mat.

Then, a strange, suffocating heat flared in the center of his chest.

Johny gasped, clutching his stomach as a sudden, violent surge of raw energy ripped through his veins, hot as liquid fire. His vision blurred, the sterile grey tiles of the locker room swirling into streaks of light and shadow.

Thump. Thump. His heart hammered against his ribs like a heavy war drum, echoing in his ears, drowning out the distant ambient noise of the gym. It wasn't just a pulse; it felt like an engine turning over, pumping something potent, thick, and unfamiliar through his entire body.

Suddenly, the floor seemed to drop away as profound dizziness took hold. Johny gasped as his narrow, boyish skeletal frame began to violently stretch. It started with a deep, internal ache in his marrow. His joints popped, clicking loudly in the quiet room as his bones lengthened at an impossible speed. He watched, terrified yet mesmerized, as the lockers appeared to shrink around him. He was shooting upward, his perspective shifting rapidly as his head rose higher and higher toward the ceiling tiles, forcing him to look down at surroundings that suddenly felt incredibly small. He kept growing until he finally stabilized, a towering, giant shadow of his former self, looking down from a staggering new height.

Before he could even fully process this vertigo-inducing vertical growth, his flesh began to swell, responding to the immense new skeletal frame. It started as a deep, primal ache, a stretching of tissue that quickly turned into an intoxicating rush of fullness. Beneath the loose crimson spandex, his once non-existent muscles began to balloon with explosive power. Lean, sharply defined lines carved themselves into his torso, but they didn't stay slender for long; they were immediately buried under thick, dense slabs of hyper-masculine mass that seemed to pack themselves onto his frame by the second.

His collarbones elongated, forcing his shoulders out into a massive, wide V-shape that completely redefined his silhouette. His chest erupted outward, expanding exponentially to form huge, thick pecs that pushed hard against the thin fabric of the singlet until the seams groaned and cried out under the strain. Down his arms, the transformation was just as fierce. His biceps surged, knotting into hard, heavy peaks of solid muscle that flexed instinctively. Below his waist, his slender legs exploded with new mass; his thighs thickened into powerful, solid trunks, packed with heavy muscle that filled out the wrestling boots perfectly, stretching the leather until it gripped his ankles with absolute, unyielding support.

The singlet was no longer baggy. It was stretched to its absolute limit, plastered tight against his massive, muscular body, highlighting the absurd thickness of his new physique. He was a heavyweight titan.

Then sharp short headache hit him. His head started to feel different. He reached up, his large, newly calloused hand brushing against his hair. The floppy, unkempt nerd strands were gone, replaced by a sharp, aggressive, clean-cut fade. His hand slid down to his face, his fingers tracing a massive transformation—his soft, receded jawline had hardened into a heavy, square, ultra-masculine chin, thick and rock-solid.

But the physical transformation was only half of it. Inside his brain, something was being rewritten. The anxious thoughts, the library catalog numbers, the complex mathematical formulas – they were violently overwritten, burned away by a flood of pure, unadulterated adrenaline. In their place rushed an instinctive, flawless understanding of leverage, takedowns, pins, and physical dominance. His shy, submissive nature vanished entirely, evaporated by a sudden, intoxicating rush of supreme confidence.

He didn't feel like Johny the nerd anymore. He felt like a god. A cocky, dominant alpha predator.

A slow, arrogant smile spread across his newly chiseled face. He flexed his massive arms, feeling the terrifying, raw power coiling tightly in his chest. He looked down at his tightly clad, hyper-masculine body, his chest heaving with anticipation.

He knew exactly what he was going to do to his opponent out there. He knew how he was going to dominate him, pin him to the mat, and hear the crowd roar his name. Tonight's tournament wasn't going to be a disaster. It was going to be pure, thrilling fun.

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[southern-viking]

[hornyfortf]

What did you put in my coffee / 8

The unshakable faith of the two fanatical door‑to‑door religious preachers hadn’t wavered, not even after yet another door slammed in their faces. Only the rain had pushed them to take a break and cheer themselves up with a brewed coffee, before resuming their proselytizing.

They never imagined they would incarnate a new kind of faith and love, free and unstructured, never afraid of lust and desire, their bodies and their feelings adjusting to the new message to spread, all thanks to that very coffee.

After all, there’s always a rainbow after the rain...