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@purgatorytf
Welcome to the Purgatory
Hello transformation lovers. I'm into mental change, muscles, jocks, military, gear, G2S ... I love transforming the body and corrupting the mind so lay back and enjoy the stories, and maybe you'll find what you've been looking for all along.
Give in to your desires bro, you know you want to 😈
Coach didn't like seeing the University fund student activities other than sports, but he especially hated the speech and debate nerds receiving grants. Something about the debate club embodying the university's ideals of critical thinking and open conversation amidst a climate rising political tension or whatever. Sounded like a bunch of liberal bullshit to him
Luckily he had just the right solution: a product being distributed by powerful benefactors who wished to see the youth turn away from all the intellectual woke nonsense. Coach only had to approach the debate nerds, congratulate them on their club's success and offer them a case of very special beers.
Maybe the nerds should have thought twice about drinking what Coach offered, maybe then they'd have seen the "All American Brain Drain" label. But they wanted to relax after a long meeting. Now Coach was witnessing these brilliant and progressive students turn into conservative jocks obsessed with partying, working out and chasing pussy. Just a bunch of dimwitted patriotic fratbros who can barely string sentences together. The debate club was now a thing of the past. Coach grinned. They'd fit right in with the rest of his football team.
Sneax
Nasir sat at the café, daydreaming about a future where he'd live here, in the city. He loved it here, the atmosphere, the people, the way he didn't have to hide who he was. But it was getting late, and he had to get home. Nasir packed his things and dragged his feet to the subway station. For now he was studying literrature at the university downtown but prices were high so he lived in the suburbs he grew up in.
Everything was worse there. The overcrowded public housing, the poverty, how backwards the people were. He never felt like he fully fit in. He felt restricted, like he couldn't unapologetically be who he wanted to be. In comparison, all the guys he grew up with seemed content living in this situation. He passed by a group of guys in tracksuits, talking loudly in slang about chicks or something stupid of the sort. They must have been around his age but they couldn't be any more different from him. Deep down Nasir felt superior to them.
As he turned the key to his tiny apartment, Nasir noticed a package at the foot of his door. He wasn't expecting a delivery today, but nevertheless, he brought it in and threw it on his bed. Inside was a bright red Nike shoe box. Damn, he kinda felt bad for whoever ordered an expensive pair of running shoes that they wouldn't receive.
He peaked inside and was met with a pair of Air Max Plus, black with obnoxiously bright blue and red stripes. Nasir rolled his eyes. And he thought he could get a pair of free shoes that he could wear. Tsk, he'd never be caught dead wearing these. They'd be good for one of the chavs he saw outside maybe. He sneered.
But curiosity slowly crept in... Maybe he could try the bright sneakers on, just to see how ridiculous he'd look with them on his feet. It's not like anyone would be here to see it.
Nasir slid his feet in the slightly oversized shoes. He felt anticipation and a slight touch of excitement at the sight. He quickly looked over his shoulder, as if afraid that someone would catch him in the act, then stared back at his new sneaks, analyzing all the little details: the colorful plastic shining against the black breathable mesh, the thick flexible sole. Nasir didn't even realize he was smiling ear to ear. He'd never worn shoes that screamed sneakerhead chav quite like these.
A reluctant boner started growing in his lap. He chuckled, the image of the typical DL arab men who'd sport these snapping him out of it. The idea of so much as looking like that snapped him out of his little fantasy. Enough reverie for today. But as he moved to take the sneakers off, Nasir realized how constricted his feet felt in there. He tried wriggling his toes but couldn't, despite there being plenty of extra room in there not 2 minutes ago.
A slight panic grew inside him, simultaneously with his swelling manhood. He was now forcefully trying to free his growing feet off of the damned shoes. His feet heated up and manly musk started emanating from them. A strong whiff hit Nasir in the face, overwhelming his senses and further clouding his thoughts.
His entire body now felt like a furnace. Panting and sweating all over, Nasir fell on his back. He was now rocking a full hard-on, his dick sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. Trapped in torturous ecstasy, Nasir moaned as his body expanded. Bones cracked and muscles swelled amid low lusty moans.
Thick pillowy pecs grew, biceps ballooned, meaty muscular thighs expanded on his once twinkish frame. Nasir's musk-addled brain could only think of how easy it'd be for him to fuck guys with a body like that. His stomach expanded, forming a tight rounded gut. The pressure in his gut built up until a loud fart escaped his ass, leaving behind cobbled abs and defined cum-gutters.
A barely aware Nasir recoiled at the intense bodily emanation, but a new part of him couldn't have cared less. That emerging persona would gladly trade away being clean and well-groomed in exchange for a hot fucking bod. And so, reluctantly, Nasir's body pushed out one last sputtering fart, gassing up the entire room in his masculine stench.
The toxic fumes accelerated hair growth all over his body, dusting his physique in a dark masculine fur. His body was now solidified as that of a toxic macho gymbro, indistinguishable from the countless faceless profiles on Nasir saw on Grindr. The notion of being anything like these guys repulsed him, but that fussy part of him was shrinking by the moment and something reflecting his new look was now taking over.
This unfamiliar side of him usurped more and more space in Nasir's psyche, pushing out the former nice, queer, well-read young man and replacing him with a pungent, primal, toxic bro. Everything Nasir hated in other people was now invading his brain. Toxic, performatively masculine, unkempt, vulgar .... DL. It was like the old Nasir was being pushed back into the closet in his own mind, crying and begging to be let out.
But the new Nasir finally felt free, repressed for years, festering at the back of Nasir's brain. Everything Nasir judged others and himself for, everything he hated had coalesced into a toxic version of himself that took the first opportunity he could to take over. The epitome of the closeted toxic arab top stereotype, utterly dominated by the need to get off. Now he was the one in control, and he would never let the sobbing twink out of his mental prison.
Nasir took out his phone and snapped a couple new pics for his updated Grindr profile.
"DL arab dom 🔝🔥"
"Looking for discreet sub twinks to dominate and pump full of my brown seed"
Hey bros
Since i've been away for, like, a full year, i want yall to choose what the next story's theme is gonna be
What do i make you bust to ?
Toxic bro tf
Fat hog tf
Inanimate tf
I haven't been consistent because i tend to put a lot of thought and effort in my stories, i want every detail to be perfect. I wrote this last story with no planning so i hope yall liked it just as much as the previous ones ? Either way, i think i'll write shorter stories to see how it feels and hopefully be more consistent, but no promises. But one thing's for sure, I'll do my best to make yall freaks bust your brains out 😈
Hope you liked the new story
And always remember bro, this is you. This is who you are, just a big dumb slab of meat. It's just dormant, deep inside you, but it's there, and it's itching to come out; to be awakened. I know you can feel it, the toxic scrumbro within. So this is your sign, just let the beast out bro, let it take over
Burned away
You were going about your day as you felt pain in every part of your body. The painful spasms took over you in an instant and you fell on your back. You'd heard of regular guys exploding into muscle beasts incapable of thinking of anything besides gym and sex, but you never thought it was real, nevermind that you'd be the recipient of such a cruel fate.
You felt every muscle fiber in your body tearing apart and reforming, each time a little bit larger, stronger. The searing sensation overtook your senses, it was like a thousand workouts hit you in an instant. Your body was being burned away and replaced by that of a gym-obsessed freak. REALLY obsessed with the gym. You groaned loudly as your pecs blossomed into prominent fleshy pillows. Your legs spasmed into thick muscular tree trunks, your arms exploded in size, your abdomen pulsated before receding into perfectly cut abs with cum gutters to match. Every moment that passed, muscular fibers twisted and knotted, coalescing into thick slabs of meat.
From the moment it started, the only thing your brain could compute was the excruciating transformation you were going through. The intense process produced so much heat that your sweat evaporated into steam right away. The longer the transformation went on, the more you realized that the fuel that powered this sudden growth was none other than your brains. To your horror, you could feel your neurons, your intelligence, dissolving away, fueling the violent change.
MEAT
FUCK
DUMB
PECS
MUSCLE
MEAT
BRO
These thoughts consumed your brain. As your body swelled, your mind shrunk around these most basic thoughts. The physical metamorphosis slowed down, but you were powerless to resist against the dimming of your intellect. You were unable to form new thoughts beyond the most basic functions of human cognition.
You grunted like an animal, like a bull. You felt yourself slipping, you didn't want this. You didn't want to be a braindead muscle freak. a muscle bull, a meat monster. Fuck ... these thoughts ....
MEAT
SWEAT
MUSCLE
BULL
GRUNT
PIG
FUCK
FREAK
Your body betrayed you. You flexed, unintentionally. That's what you were now, a muscle bull, that's what you'd become. Fuck meat. Just a big dumb slab of steaming muscle. You gave in to your instincts. Just a bull, a muscle pig, a monster consumed by growth. Your facial features hardened, jaw widening, brows protruding, giving you a primal appearance. Your hair follicles vaporized, as if fueled by massive amounts of steroids.
You grunted, thoughts extinguished. You rose to your feet ... not as a man, not anymore. You grinned like the big dumdum that you were. For the first time in your life, everything was clear. You were something primordial, a beast controlled by the urge to grow and spread you seed. A monster representing the future of men everywhere : powerful, strong, dumb
Your turn will come soon enough bro. Don't resist, it's not like you have a choice anyway. Give in
An archive for a great writer
Hi tf lovers !
This blog is an archive of every single story written by Shapedbydesire (aka breedertfs and hogtfs). His blog was unfortunately deleted around august 2024 for an unknown reason. His blog was my favorite tf blog and had some of my favorite stories that motivated me to write my own. For that reason, and in an effort to preserve it, i have decided to archive them all on this blog so that they can be easily accessible to all without being scattered all around Tumblr
I have tried to reblog all his stories in order and with the original tags. A few of the stories which were tagged couldn't be found except for their text (see the tag #missing story). If anyone manages to find these stories in their original form somewhere, i would love it if you could send them to me in DMs so that i can add them to the blog !
There has unfortunately been a recent increase in deleted blogs and lost stories which saddens me. This is my small contribution to stopping the erosion of the tf community. This should be a good reminder to reblog stories in order to preserve them and not risk losing them to Tumblr's rules and guidelines, as well as to save and archive blogs and stories that you love just in case they get deleted forever !
Thank you for reading and contributing ! Now go enjoy some freaky stories from one of the most beautifully twisted tf writers 😈
Yours truly, Purgatorytf
Hey freaks ! First of all i'd like to thank you all for the love you've given to my recent story ! Feels good to be back !
I wanted to share with yall this blog i've set up as an archive for Shapedbydesire's stories. His blog has unfortunately disappeared for a reason that i'm unaware of and i haven't heard of him since. His blog had been my favorite tf blog for years so this was heartbreaking to see. Fortunately i had saved a version of his blog which has allowed me to re-assemble it for archival purposes.
I gathered all his stories into this single blog so that they're easier to find for everyone. Although I'm missing a couple stories of his (see tag #missing story) that i'd love to recover, so any help there is appreciated !
Remember to reblog, save and archive the stuff that you love, you never know when it's at risk of vanishing !
I'm back !
Hey yall ! Sorry for the long absence. I had a LOT of stories i've been wanting to write and a lot of asks to answer, lots of fun and freaky stuff 😈 unfortunately i haven't had the motivation to write until now !
It's been feeling like one big task to chip away at so i wanted to write something short spontaneously to slowly get back into the writing rhythm. This doesn't mean that i'll be posting everyday, or every other day, but i'll try to be a bit more consistent with my stories. I'll also try to not write such long stories as much haha
Regarding what's been going on, obviously the US election just happened and there's been a lot of discussion in the tf sphere about the type of stuff we write, specifically lib2con and gay2straight stuff, and the glorification of conservative ideologies (ex: 1, 2).
I want to make it clear that i do not support conservatism, that if you are conservative, if you voted for Trump or if you stand for any of what he stands for, my blog isn't for you and you are not welcome here.
I write G2S and lib2con stuff purely for the kink of it, not for the glorification of ideologies i don't believe in. Now, i know that doesn't absolve me of passively glorifying them but i trust that my readers can read between the lines of my stories and see that whenever i write men becoming straight / conservative, that i don't portray it as a positive, that it's a corruption. My blog is titled Purgatorytf because i write about men being corrupted into worse versions of themselves, whether that is a braindead jock with no life aspirations, a dirty cum-soaked jockstrap or an asshole straight bro.
Rarely are stories written about a positive change in the characters: transformations are forced on them, they become dumb, their sexuality changes against their will, their bodies transform in ways that they do not intend. I believe it would be hypocritical to single out lib2con and G2S stories are particularly problematic when tf stories can often touch on subjects of nonconsent, fatphobia, femphobia, racism, etc, whether that's intentional from the writer or not. What we need is to be cognizant of what we read and write. The tf community is one that revels in our darkest fantasies and i don't think these fantasies are inherently harmful.
With that being said, if you disagree with me on the lib2con / G2S stuff and believe these themes are harmful, i am fully open to having a conversation about it. I'd love to hear more points of views on this issue. However i'm also not here to fight and defend what i'm writing for fun and i recommend unsubbing / blocking me since my stories are more likely to cause annoyance or discomfort than you'd probably be comfortable with.
I think that's all for now ! I'm happy to be back and i can't wait to post more twisted wank material for you freaks 😈
Sick bro
It all happened so suddenly. All it took was one second of inattention. You were just walking down the street, not even paying attention to the young woman that stopped right in front of you. She reached her hand forward and grabbed at your chest. You didn't even have time to react, as a feeling of pure horror descended upon you.
You had heard of the virus, everybody had. Myovirus holomutans, that was how the people on tv called it, but everyone else had given it the nickname Moronavirus. Kind of a grim joke in retrospect, not that you had any reason to question it until this very moment. Everyone carried the virus in a dormant state and the scientists didn't know how yet. Neither did they know why men were the only ones in which the virus could activate... and neither did they know why the virus activated in this odd way...
"Precise manipulation of the pectoralis major", or simply put : a chest massage. That was all that men were told to stay away from if you didn't want to become a brainless meathead. That was it. Just don't get your pecs fondled and you'll be fine, it was so easy to avoid. Not to mention that with your flat chest, you didn't even think there was enough there to rub for the virus to even be problem for you. Yet there you were, unable to react as this woman kneaded your inflating pecs right beneath your eyes.
The list of symptoms flashed in your mind, but you knew what it boiled down to; your brain cells would be melted down into fuel for your swelling muscles. You didn't want any of this, but there was no way to stop the viral activation once the process was kickstarted.
Sweat rolled down your forehead as you witnessed your thin frame blow up with hefty meatiness all over. Of course it all started at the stimulation point, your nonexistent pecs suddenly blooming into existence. Your shoulders, neck and back muscles all followed through, thickening and forcing you to straighten your posture. Your arms ballooned with nice round muscles. Your straining shirt stood no chance, quickly shredding and falling into tatters around you and exposing your brand-new jock physique for all to see.
Your head felt dizzy, it was like you could feel your brains drain down into your expanding body. You were a smart man, not the kind of braindead himbo that this virus turned guys into, good for nothing except working out, partying and having sex. Even the smartest men effectively became useless to society once the virus took effect, their brilliant minds ruined by the mutation.
How could this be happening to you ? Your eyes met those of the woman who inflicted this fate on you. To your shock, she was smiling at you. What kind of sick enjoyment could she take out of doing this to you ? You felt nothing but panic, rage and heartbreak but as you stared into her eyes, her glittering hazel eyes, the only reaction you could conjure was an innocent smile and a moronic laugh.
All your questions about her intentions, your worries about your future, everything quieted down. Sure you could ask all these questions and worry about this stupid stuff ... but did it really matter ? Your mind, your intellect, your personhood was getting disintegrated. You could feel all of it, yourself becoming dimmer. You wanted to feel grief for the person you were supposed to be, but instead all you felt was ... peace.
You didn't want to give in but fuuuuuuck it felt so good. You realized all that stuff that you always had in your brain was superfluous, you didn't need any of it to be happy. In fact, you felt better finally letting go of it. You could just focus on the simple things that truly made you happy.
You could finally stop worrying about your studies and your future job. Instead you could live in the moment, go to parties, make friends, get drunk, have fun. You could shed your anxieties that held you back for so long and finally focus on pumping iron at the gym and growing your muscles. It was suddenly all so simple ... so easy ...
The virus had worked its magic. Your brains had dissolved and fueled the growth of a freshly converted gymbro. A metamorphosis from a promising student with a bright future ahead of him into a dim-witted muscular jock.
With a broish smile plastered in your face, a relaxed confident demeanor, your brain's higher functions turned off for good and gave way to your base instincts. The shine in your eyes vanished as a dull look took over.
"This is sick bro"
where's the commission and follower story? It looks like you've just become even more homophobic and "conservative"
You know what? How about I just go ahead & embrace it. I’ll make sure those commissions & follower stories are shared and handled as intended, my time to write has just been cramped and the spare moments I have to set aside for my kinks are limited; but as I’ve said time and time again, I’m a proud gay man who doesn’t match the views of my characters, this is all purely sexual. I literally moved out of the south to come to the Bay Area, I vote liberal.
We jerk off to men turning into socks that get soaked in sweat and used as a cum rag; we all love reading about straight men turning into big booty himbos that crave cock. Sexuality change is innately hot, and I enjoy and am excited by primal, masculine instincts warping men like me into something entirely different. I have no shame in my kink and enjoyment for the niche of stories I write.
Like I said, I’ll make sure the promised stories are finished and posted as I’m able, but going forward I’m just gonna embrace what I like and write what I want to write. And you guessed it: there’s gonna be a lot of sweet, tidy gay men finding their place as powerful, dominant straight men.
So save the whining for someone else, my dude. Feel that cloudy sluggishness inside your head? The tightness of your muscles as you read more and more of this message? Yeah, go ahead and load up some classic lesbian porn. Feel your cock get fat and hard in your palm, stare at their huge tits bouncing up and down, juices leaking from their pussies. Think about how badly you want to breed them.
You should use your brain power for better things: like planning your next conquest.
I've always enjoyed reading transformation fiction, and it's always such a shame that's all it is...fiction. There are so many things I could think about becoming if it were all real, but I understand the risks. For example, I have a close mate of mine that I've had something of a crush on for years now, super tall and slim but toned where he needs to be, dark curly hair, well groomed beard, and such a nice ass that definitely doesn't match his slender figure. Shame he's straight. I want nothing more than to be with him. It would be easy to try and change him to suit my needs, but that might change the way I see him. Even if I changed myself to be what he wants, those wants could change on a whim and then I'm stuck with him showing me no attention because his interest has gone.
No, I don't want to be what he wants; I want to be what he needs.
I have to admit, your mate is very handsome indeed. I understand why you'd have a crush on him. I mean, it's obvious just from the way you describe him. You're completely head over heels for him. But you don't want me to change him for you because .... you're scared you won't find him hot anymore ? So instead you want to ignore your feelings and become what HE wants instead ? It's kinda pathetic ... dude, you need to stop thinking about what other people want and think about what YOU want ! Take what's rightfully yours !
Now, i already hear you saying "he isn't for me to take", "it's objectifying", "even if i wanted to i'm not like that anyway", "i'm way out of his league" bla bla bla... Quit finding excuses bro. You said you wanted to become what he needs. Have you ever thought that what he's always needed was a man powerful enough to claim him ? I'm here to help you get what you want, do you want to pass that up ?
That's what i thought. Alright, so you'll need to listen to what i'm saying and everything will work out. I want you to close your eyes and think about your crush. Think about his dark locks and his beautiful eyes. Think about his plump lips and his fit body. How does that make you feel ?
"Like i want to be with him so bad ... like i want him to be my boyfriend ..."
Good ! These are your desires so why should you ignore them ? You want him to be yours right ? You want to make him yours ?
"Yeah .... i guess ....."
Alright, now i want you to think about his bubble butt, the one you've been secretly glancing at for years. Think about how round it is, how defined it looks in his gym shorts, how it bounces whenever he walks. What do you want to do with it ? You want to grab it right ?
"hum ... yeah ...."
But you want to do more than that. When you're at his place and you see him sleep, you want to grab his ass right ? You want to jiggle his plump bubble butt and feel it bounce. You want to spread his cheeks and then grind your dick against his tight hole right ?
"fuck .... yeah, i want that !"
You want to shove him into the mattress and shove your hard dick into him. You want him to take the full length of your cock and then you want to pound his ass into submission. You want both of you to fuck so hard that you'll be completely covered in sweat and that you'll fall asleep with your dick still in his warm hole.
"FUCK YES !!!"
"... but .... he's straight. I can't force that on him."
You won't have to force him. You'll convince him to give himself to you. You know you want it. Don't fight it bro, these feelings you've always had for him. Every time you see him, it's the only thing you can think about: turning him into your own personal buttslut.
You have the power to make that happen in you. Feel that burning power coursing through your veins. Feel how it's making your muscles surge, how it's making your dick enlarge into a tool designed for wrecking holes, how it's making you grow into the dominant jock with the strength to make him yours. And how it's filling you with the confidence to do it
At first you fight against your urges. This doesn't feel like who you are. But gradually, you realize that your obsession with your mate is too overwhelming, and it'll only be quenched if you accept this change.
Don't fight it bro, give in to your desires. Becomes the alpha beast that'll convert your mate into the cock-hungry bottom boy of your dreams. Accept these desires. Feel the countless tattoos etching themselves on your skin as you accept them, each one representing a desire you've embraced.
You eventually go beyond mere accentance, fully assimilating your desires into your very being. With it you've converted into a manly arrogant fuckboy who'll take what is rightfully his.
Open your eyes bro.
Check yourself out man. Feel those powerful rippling muscles. Smell that sweaty musk that'll get any bottom boy you want on their knees. Yeah, i can tell you love your new body by that smug look on your chiseled face.
Your personality has been improved: bolder, cocky, dominant, with a sex drive to match your new needs. Your massive package is already begging -no, demanding attention. You're a sexual beast. Now go and do what you've always wanted to.
Your mate was shocked by your new appearance. Your old self only peeking through in the traits of your face, otherwise drowned in a sea of muscle and ink.
"Dude, what happened to you ?"
"You'll address me as Sir from now on, boy."
Wasting no time, grabbing him forcefully and forcing him on his knees in front of you. You hold the back of his head and force him into the front of your shorts, making him breathe the musk emanating from your bulging package. Your mate struggles against you, pushing against you and trying to get himself free from the stench.
"Breathe in boy."
He resists at first, trying to get away and holding in breath so as not to inhale your intoxicating musk. But your masculine pheromones eventually start taking effect, clouding his brain in fluffy cotton candy. You feel his resistance gradually break down. His eyes glaze over and his arms fall to his sides. He's now taking deep breaths of your sweaty aroma, moaning in pleasure.
You finally got him exactly where you wanted him. Lifting his chin up, you looked at him in his puppy eyes and slid your thumb in his mouth.
"Daddy's gonna pop your cherry now. Turn around"
With a nod, your mate turned around and presented his willing ass to you. Not wasting any time, you ripped his shorts appart, revealing the smooth bubble butt you had spent so long fantasizing about. You whipped out your ten-inch cock and positioned its head against his tight hole.
With one deep stroke, you entered your whole length inside his ass. He groaned in pain at first, unfamiliar with this new sensation. It was entirely foreign to him. You didn't move, resting your hip against his ass, letting him get used to the feeling of your cock inside of him.
After breaking him in, you started going back and forth in thrusts of increasing energy. Your sexual needs took over, this was what you had been waiting for for so long. You pinned him down and went to town on his ass. His tight warm hole felt amazing, better than you could have ever imagined. With loud animalistic grunts, you gave your former mate a true pounding ... and he was loving it (click to see).
His hole was getting wrecked but it was the most pleasurable experience he had ever had. The feeling of your throbbing cock pushing against his prostate was completely rewiring his brain. You were making him high off of your dick and you were determined to make him fully addicted. With each thrust, more of his straightness was decimated and a bottom slut was being born. How could he have missed out on this for so long.
“Ahhh, fuuuuuuck. Holy shit dude.”
"Yeah that’s right bitch. You're gonna be my bottom bitch now boy."
"Please... make me your bitch, sir"
His hole was conforming perfectly to the shape of your cock and the sensation was making both of you go wild. You continued dicking him down like an animal in heat. You fucked him like you wanted his hole to be forever molded to your cock. Eventually, you exploded in a torrent of cum inside of him; seeding him and marking him as yours forever.
Feeling the flood of seed inside him, he came right after you. He would be addicted to getting his ass pounded for the rest of his life. You had transformed your former mate into nothing more than a cum-hungry slut.
Along with his rewritten psyche, his physical appearance quickly changed as well. The newly christened buttslut now only wore extremely revealing and tight clothes in order to show off his body to other men. He exclusively wore jockstraps so that any man could have easy access to his ass. His entire existence now revolved around pleasing men by getting his hole as well as his dick sucking lips stuffed with thick dicks.
His plain hair was bleached and dyed hot pink so that anyone would be aware of his bottom status. A permanent look of submissiveness was plastered on his face. The glint of intelligence in his eyes had faded and his dull look now only betrayed his craving for cum.
You were the first man in a long list of men who'll be using his holes from now on. But, as the first man to ever fucked and seed him with your potent cum, he would always belong to you. You had cunted him and his hole will forever be tailor made for your dick.
You finally had the fucktoy himbo boyfriend of your dreams. Enjoy !
I know it sounds strange but lately I'm in this whole black muscle phase & I keep having fantasies of going from a skinny fit white guy and turning into a buff black guy. I'm also into being a bit of a slob so I keep thinking of having a bit of musk or bo and maybe being prone to belching it'd be so hot if you could turn me into a buff black guy who's a bit of a slob.
"I get it bro. You see those black muscle gods going to the gym and hulking out and you wish you could be one of them. The stench doesn't even bother you that much so you feel like you'd fit right in ! I get you and i'm here to help you realize your dream !"
You suddenly start feeling a soreness spread across you body and, as you look down, you realize that your muscles are growing. Slowly but surely, you can feel your body buff up into that of a true jock : thick meaty thighs, defined abs, prominent pecs, nice round shoulders and biceps. Your developing muscles nicely filled out your once baggy clothes.
Too busy admiring your bulking physique, you don't even realize that your light hair darkens quickly, first into a dirty blonde, then brown and eventually jet black. Your straight hair even starts curling up into a curly black hairstyle with a high fade.
Your changing ethnicity only becomes clear to you once your pale skin gradually tans into a darker tone, eventually leaving you with glorious brown skin. Even your facial features begin to shift into that of a man of unmistakable African descent; with a wide nose and thick lips. You're feel elated. This is exactly how you wanted to look.
You start caressing and fondling your sculpted body, admiring every inch of it. Your hand glides over your skin and you notice a slight dampness caused by a thin layer of sweat all over your body. You raise your arm to take a whiff inside your armpit and smell a faint musk emanating from it. This was the perfect body.
"Fuck yeah bro" you said, in a deep husky voice that surprised even yourself.
But the changes didn't stop there. Your skin darkened even more into a deep dark melanated tone fit for true nubian king. Your muscles continued to swell and bulk up, putting on pounds after pounds of thick meat. Each of your muscle groups differentiated into glorious bulging muscles. Your jock physique was gone, changing into that of an imposing professional bodybuilder.
But along with those physical changes, your body's physiology also rewired. You noticed right away that your new beefcake body produced a much stronger stench than earlier. You didn't even need to sniff your armpit to smell the pungent bo that was emanating from them, instantly hitting your senses and clouding your brain. That's when concern started to creep in.
This wasn't really what you wanted. What you wished for was to be buff and a bit of a slob, not a noxious stinking sweat machine. This was starting to be a bit too much, even for you. A sudden feeling of bloatedness grew inside your tight stomach. You tried to protest what was happening to you, but the only thing that escaped your mouth when you opened it was a loud putrid belch.
BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP
The room-shaking belch that just erupted from you kicked in the next phase of your transformation. A growing feeling of distress came over you as all of your glorious muscles bulged and ballooned. Your pecs got even heavier than they already were, thickening into a pair of juicy man boobs. You were now barely able to see past the bouncy meaty pectorals protruding from your chest.
All your other muscle groups followed suit, swelling up to absurd proportions and leaving you looking like a freakish tank. Your delts and biceps exploded in size, leaving your upper body looking like that of a disproportionate gorilla of a man. Your traps swole and bulged, making your neck look as thick as your head. Your butt expanded into a pair of jiggly globes. Your legs surged and became thick powerful tree trunks. Your once delicate feet enlarged into massive man feet that tore through your sneakers. Your tight clothes weren't spared either as your growing body shredded right through them.
You were swelling up like a beastly blow-up doll but, instead of filling up with air, your body filled with thick weighty beef. Your muscle's definition disappeared forever, merging together into thick slabs of meat. You now easily weighed over 300 pounds.
You were panting. The transformation was so intense that you were burning up, beads of sweat forming all over your skin. You breathed in and out, trying not to panic. How could i have done this to you ? This was never what you asked for. You never asked to become some caricature of a muscle-obsessed freak.
BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP
Your stomach grumbled loudly as another loud toxic belch erupted out of your mouth and, with it, one final change to your body. The belch seemed to go on forever and, with every second that passed, you felt your tight muscular abs distend and grow out into a prominent roid gut.
You refused to believe what you had become and you tried to suck your muscle gut in. But, no matter how hard you tried, it couldn't be hidden, exposing you as the roided out muscle beast that you were.
You tried to move but everything about your new body felt alien to you, incongruous. Your thick thighs rubbed and chaffed against each other. Your inflated pecs and bubble butt were visible through any piece of clothing you could possibly try. Your arm muscles were so blown up that you struggled to put on clothes or scratch your back. Your neck was so thick that you couldn't turn your head without turning your entire body. As you walked, you struggled to balance your immense bulk and your enormous feet made you move like a clumsy oaf.
Your new body was so big that any kind of physical effort made you exhausted. You burned so much energy that you needed to eat several hefty meals every day which made you feel bloated constantly. You were unable to go 5 minutes without letting out a room shaking masculine belch.
You were so sweaty that you looked like you had just gotten out of the shower at all time, not that you smelled like it. Your biochemistry was on perpetual overdrive, producing a constant stream of sweat that pooled at your feet wherever you went and engulfing you in a thick cloud of rank bo. No matter how many showers you took, you absolutely reeked at all time.
You tried to keep your former friends but they simply couldn't bear to spend any time with your new foul self. You tried to keep your job but your new condition made it impossible for your colleagues to work in your presence. You had nothing left, you were alone and distraught. This was too much ... too much muscle, too much bo .... You never wanted this...
The only place where you could possibly be accepted was the gym and, although normal people kept avoiding you there, you managed to make friends with other juiced up gymrats. Nobody wanted to be around you except them. Other reeking mindless gymrats were the only ones who could understand you now. You weren't a normal human anymore, you were a beast.
They didn't care about your constant sweat production or your inescapable aura of reeking bo or your nonstop belches. Your new bros accepted you as you were. They even encouraged you to not give a fuck, to go further and to just rip one out.
And so you gradually accepted your new place among them as a gym-brained roided out muscle bull. From now on, that was all you were good for.
"Damn bro, you reek."
Thank you for 250 followers !
Thank you all so much for everything, whether it's following, liking, reblogging or sending me nice messages. It feels truly amazing to create something that people appreciate !
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I've also accumulated a few asks in my inbox at this point but i'd like to shift toward more of a balance of asks and standalone stories, so ask stories will slow down a bit for now. If you've sent me an ask, i'll get to them eventually so don't worry !
I’ve always felt like I was meant to be someone else, whether that someone was older or a different race I wasn’t sure. Could you change me into my true self? Don’t leave a trace of the old me
"Alright, so you don't have a specific idea of what you want to become then ? So you give me free card to do whatever i want with you ? Or maybe you're just too scared to admit exactly what you want ? I say that because deep down, you know there's only one way for a man to be his true self. I feel like we all know who we're really supposed to be deep inside but sometimes we're scared to admit it. But i'm very glad that you finally came to your senses and came to me. It's fine bro, i gotchu !"
You suddenly feel yourself burning up. You start panting as you notice that you're sweating buckets. Trust me bro, that means it's working. But you better take your clothes off unless you want them to get completely soaked.
You take off your shirt yet you still feel something building up inside of you like an intense heat. You looked down at your damp body, heaving, and you realize that with each of your breaths you seem to be growing. Each of your individual muscles are plumping up, gradually building up into an athletic yet strong physique.
You're shocked, this body is perfection. All your muscles are to the exact proportions that would make you go crazy if you saw them on another man. Nice round shoulders, powerful-looking back, thick arms, bulging pillowy pecs, prominent abs and defined cum-gutters. You were a hunk ! A total catch !
You would have been satisfied with the transformation stopping there, but you're not the one calling the shots anymore.
The radiating heat that you felt starts concentrating in smalls tingles all over your body, but particularly your crotch and armpits. The sensation develops into an uncontrollable itchiness that you need to quench. Without even realizing it, you start scratching at your dick and your pits. That's when small hairs start sprouting everywhere, quickly forming a dense forest of darkening hair all over you.
You can feel your transforming body changing from that of a pretty boy to that of a rough masculine man. Your short stubble grows into a thick beard. Your voice cracks and deepens into a husky seductive one.
You raise your muscular arm and your nose is immediately assaulted by a strong musky smell. The combination of your constant production of sweat and it sticking to your new pelt of hair has resulted in you developing a permanent man stench that you'll never quite be able to get rid off.
You now feel the heat gather in your groin. As the sense of warmth grows, blood started filling your cock. As you hold your enlarging manhood in your hand, you realize that it's growing beyond it's original below average size. Right before your eyes, your modest pecker swole into a girthy schlong worthy of fucking any man you could possibly want.
While admiring it, you notice that your manhood looks ... darker than usual. Were you developing a tan .... only on your dick ? But it wasn't just a tan, your dick was becoming distinctly darker than the rest of your skin. And now that you were thinking about it, it looked like your entire body was darkening too. And suddenly, it hit you.
"I'm turning Middle Eastern ?!?!" you shouted in a cracking voice.
You couldn't even stop what was happening to you. Your balls were growing too, churning and turning your white swimmers into brown seed eager to be released. Your needy cock started leaking like crazy, leaking your inferior white genes in a steady stream of precum.
As your white ancestry drained into your balls, you could now only see yourself as the Arabian stallion you were always meant to be. One hundred pounds of pure Saudi beef.
Along with your whiteness, your personality also drained down into your balls, leaving space for a new and improved bro personality to develop. Everything that was once important to you and made you a complex human being dissolved.
In its place, the gym became your only interest. Lifting iron, flexing in the mirrors, and ripping rank protein farts with your gymrat bros became your only source of happiness in life. Your interesting and lovable personality gave way to a superficial jock persona.
A dumb cocky grin appeared on your face. You fondled your big brown dick.
"Bro ... this is a blunt tool. I could knock someone out with that thing huhu... or knock them up..." you half-joked in a heavy middle eastern accent
Saying that surprised even yourself. You were gay after all. You loved men and their big beefy bodies. Why were you even thinking about knocking up some chick .... You weren't attracted to women ...
That's what you told yourself but, against your own will, your dick hardened at the thought of a woman's body. their curves, their big juicy tits, their tight wet pussy ... You couldn't help it, you were rock hard at the thought.
Your biological urge to spread your seed and make brown babies flooded your brain and your dick grew harder, aching for release. Something deep inside you, a tiny remaining piece of you, tried to fight against it. Your balls were full of your old self, trying to resist, but your body was moaning and humping the air. You needed to bust.
You thought of a tight pussy being stretched out by your fat dick and suddenly the flood of cum couldn't be contained anymore. In a sudden geyser of cum, you expelled all your whiteness, faggotry and brains forever all at once. The new straight bro's low moan drowning your last cry for help.
You laid on your back, cemented in place and unable to think, as your new identity settled permanently. Your brain had fried, leaving behind a braindead straight gymbro. No trace of your former self was left.
Feeling your ingrained urge to spread your brown seed already, you gathered yourself. The mind-blowing load's volume was so large that it left a huge mess all over you, but you didn't care. You pulled your grey sweatpants up over your dick. You were gonna workout, no need to shower. But first, you needed to seed some pussy.
It was the intrinsic drive to spread your heritage, to fertilize as many chicks as possible with your brown genes and make babies. That same drive that lives deep inside every man. It's your purpose. Your role. You're a breeder.
You walked into the gym's locker room, looking for any young woman to impregnate. Your balls needed to be emptied. You couldn't wait to swell her belly with your brown babies. This was who you were now, a baby-maker.
With a dopey look, you walked over to the first cute chick you spotted. You pawed at your large bulge through your grey sweatpants, very visible since you were freeballing.
"Wanna take a ride baby"
You're meant to be an alpha breeder jock. Everybody's meant to. Now go spread your brown seed bro.
Hey dude ! So i've been having this problem recently while playing CoD online recently. This guy in my group keeps belching into his mic constantly and it's really distracting. I don't even know what's gotten to him, he used to talk normally but now he sounds like a total jock bro. And it's starting to affect our team's performances.
The worst part is that i'm starting to feel like i can .... smell his bo ... like, through my mic. I just wish i wasn't bothered by his belches and his stink, you know ?
Sorry to hear that bro, It can suck when people can be annoying when trying to relax gaming online, but I'll be nice and give you exactly what you want, you won't be bothered by his stink and belching anymore... You finish up a match with your least favourite person to run into online, you say "GG" into the mic and pull up the menu to quit before the ending screen has even finished. You already know what's coming seeing the gamer tags in your lobby, as you scroll down to 'quit game' a loud sound breaks out over lobby call, "BUUUUUURRRRRRRRPP- ugh, gg bro"
You grimace at the noise and press exit before he can fire off again, this dude had been bugging you for days, leaving his mic open you could hear every time he took a sip of his shake or a bite of his food between respawns, but the worst was his constant belching in between call outs or even small talk, but burping wasn't really a reportable offence and he when he actually gave call outs it was good information so you just had to put up with it instead of muting him, still you hoped every game you loaded into you'd be hoping you wouldn't see his gamer tag on your team.
You pressed play again and sat there staring at the que timer waiting. Whilst you sat there you felt a little uncomfortable the room suddenly felt hotter and you began to sweat from under your jumper. A few minutes went by before you decided it was unbearable and you took off your jumper and smelt the strong whiff of musk and saw a small sweat mark start to appear on your t-shirt under your armpit. You hadn't realised you'd been so sweaty and you got up to go change your shirt when you suddenly got into a game, there was not time to change now and you'd have to wait till after the match.
Loading in you let out a sigh of relief seeing the infamous belcher wasn't on your team and so you gladly jumped in call to talk to your team. The game was rough, not for how hard it was to beat the enemy team but you felt strange and uncomfortable the whole time. Your shirt was feeling tighter than usual and you could feel the fabric cling to the sweat on your back. You felt the heat building up in your sweat pants as the fluffy wool chaffed against you thighs which felt like they were now stretching out your pants. At one point you even ripped off your socks hoping that'd start to cool you down, which it didn't. The match ended and you left the game. Taking the back on your hand and wiping it across your forehead you felt the sweat brush off, letting out a deep breath placing your controller on the coffee table in front of you, you saw the sweaty handprints left behind which you only ever saw one the hottest days of summer.
Letting out a deep sigh you stood up and tried to take your shirt off feeling it stick to your skin and the potent smell of musk flowing out from your pits as your arms were above your head. You dropped your shirt on the floor and looked down seeing your chest had pushed out into strong defined pecs and somehow you got abs within the last 20 minutes.
"Ho-holy shit" you laughed as you rubbed your new wash board abs
You scrambled to pull down your grey sweat pants and you weren't disappointed, strong muscled thighs you fell back down to your seat letting out a chuckle as you started feeling up your massive thighs. Thousands of thoughts were flowing through your head, what was happening? HOW did this happen? thinking back on your day trying to remember anything that would have you suddenly turn into a hot fitness model,
but one thought was stronger than the others, you didn't even have to lift up you arm to smell the stench coming from your pits, you smelt like you haven't showered in 2 days and had run a marathon. You leant forward to cancel the que when suddenly the words GAME FOUND appeared at the top of the screen. You thought it'd probably be best to dodge the game and take a shower.....but then again it was your day off and nobody could smell you so it could probably wait until after the game.
You played another round, trying not to focus on the smell of bo in the air around you and eventually you forgot about it all together, you were so focused on the game you didn't even notice yourself constantly shifting in your seat as you tried to make yourself comfortable, reaching back and pulling at your underwear waist band every couple of minutes, not even noticing it was drenched in sweat.
The game ended and you stood up, feeling as your sweaty ass peeled itself off the couch like some kind of wet Velcro, you felt heavy, like your body had put on more size and your stomach grumbled as you felt like you could eat a whole pizza to yourself.
DING DONG
You walked over to your door and opened it to see a pizza delivery guy standing there, you couldn't remember ordering one?
"whoa" the delivery man said as he turned his head to the side holding his nose "here you go dude"
The pizza box was shoved into your hands,
"errr, lemme grab my wallet I guess" you calmly said, forgetting you were standing there in your underwear
"Don't worry about it dude, its all pre paid" the delivery man practically shouted it at you as he backed away
You wondered what his problem was but thought it best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. You shut the door and made your way back to your seat, opening up the box and grabbing a slice and stuffing it in your mouth. Sitting back down you felt the cold as the wet patch on your seat collide with you, you felt it squelch down as the stuffing in the seat was so drenched with sweat.
Game found appeared on the top of the screen and you looked at the pizza slice in your hand. You shoved the whole slice in your mouth and desperately looked around for something to wipe the grease off on, the only thing you could think of was your underwear which barely worked but you thought it did so you picked up your controller covering it with a layer of sweat and grease.
"hey, who's chewing?" someone said over mic
You didn't even realise you had joined the chat, loudly chewing on your food into the open mic.
You played through the game almost an autopilot, just enjoying the sounds of shooting guns, although you'd wish people would stop bitching about whoever was chewing on open mic, they should just mute whoever it is and move on...
Afterwards you walked over to your bench, you felt so stuffed after eating a whole family size pizza in 10 minutes but at the same time you could go for a drink, as you stood up you felt so heavy and puffy, like you were swollen. You walked over to your kitchen ignoring the sound of your large sweating feet slapping against your floor. You turned on your tap and turned your head sideways gulping down mouthfuls of water. The water spilled out and ran down the side of your mouth as you gulped and swallowed, gasping for air in-between mouthfuls, as you stood up right again mid mouthful having had your fill and the water spilled out of your slack jaw and ran down your chest. You gut groaned and you leant forward on your counter top rubbing your abs,
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP
You gasped for air after letting out the loudest belch of your life, the water on your lips and chin still dripping off your face forming little droplets on your counter top,
uuUURP
you let out another smaller belch as you reached around to scratch your sweaty ass. You began making your way back over to your game wanting to play another round, each step was strange, like you were getting heavier and heavier, heaving your floor creak. Your chest and jaw were itchy and as you scratched you felt stubble poking out of your skin and felt as sweat and grease got trapped under your nails.
Reaching your chair you grabbed onto the back of it, needing to catch your breath almost exhausted from the 20 steps you had taken. You spun your gaming chair around and threw your entire weight into it, a large strenuous noise rang out from every joint, screw and bolt, like the chair almost crumbled under you. Jiggling in your place you felt sweat be pushed out of the seat like squeezing a wet sponge as your ass made its way into the massive groove you had created.
Picking up your controller you felt the greasy surface connect with your hand. Your chest began to itch again and you took the edge of the controller and rubbed it against you chest hair.
You hadn't noticed but as you walked over to your seat you had gotten bigger, and hairier, the stench coming off your skin was now not just drifting through the air but it was clinging to you, getting stuck in your new hairy body quickly making you smell worse.
game found appeared on the screen and you quickly lost interest in how hair you had become.
"hey what's going on team" a dude called out
you opened your mouth to respond but instead
BUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
You let out a loud monstrous belch, you felt it vibrate in your chest and thighs, you felt it as your shoulder blades creeped up above the top of your gaming chair and as your thighs were pushed together as they got thicker but had nowhere to go but inwards forcing you to close your man spread. The chair under you groaned and you couldn't help but groan along with it as you felt so heavy and big, like you were being weighed down by a car.
"bro could you not burp in mic?" someone complained
"sorre-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRPPPPPP" You just couldn't help it, you couldn't even get through your words without letting yourself burp like a pig.
two of your team mates instantly left the voice call and the two that remained began to complain about how rude it was to do that over open mic. You weren't really paying attention to them though as you laughed thinking to yourself they were probably two dudes who were a quarter of your size.
Days went by and you didn't notice how bad thing were, you floor covered in pizza boxes, a large mark on your coffee table had formed like someone had forgotten to put something under a drink but it was from you putting up your large feet. Energy cans were on the ground around your chair from just being tossed down to the floor when you were done. Your controller itself started to come undone at the joins from being gripped by your enormous ape like hands,
but you didn't notice any of it because you didn't give a fuck, the only things you cared about now was being big, playing CoD.
You'd become a mindless muscle slob who was, belching and sweating like a pig.
I'm sure you won't care next time a guy burps on mic, in fact it might even be a turn on for you now. Better focus up muscle pig you just got another game.
Hell yeah ! That was truly amazing. Thanks for granting my wish br-UUUUUUUUUURP
Small update
Alright bros, small announcement here. After posting my new stories, the tumblr algorithm kinda decided to go crazy on me and locked a bunch of my stories as well as flagging my account as explicit.
I modified the stories so that they could show up for yall, mainly by putting the more spicy content behind links, so don't forget to click on them to get the full experience ! This kinda sucks because i had a very specific idea of how my stories should look, but hey, gotta adapt !
I'm pretty new to all this so i'll try to do what i can. I'm very open to suggestions for how to deal with the limits posed by the tumblr guidelines if you have any !
And finally, more hot stories coming soon 😈
It so hard to act like a masc, straight, conservative jock around my dads family, being gay and a twink... I just wish be able to stop acting, any help?
"Well, the solution is quite simple. It's like your boyfriend always says : the red-blooded alphas in your family, they don't think with their brains, they think with their dicks. And since you're so eager and willing, i can easily make that happen for you."
"But because i'm not evil, as some may assume, i'll even give you an out in case you choose to opt out at any point. You can decide to stop whenever you want and i'll transform you back to normal. The only thing you need to avoid is cumming because that'll make the changes permanent. Got it ? Easy right !"
I snap my fingers and you start feeling light-headed as your blood flow redirects downwards to your enlarging dick. As your train of thoughts comes to a halt, it suddenly clicks. Your boyfriend was right. You just needed to think with your dick huhu. You felt a surge of confidence as all your anxiety and insecurity drained into your balls. You felt so free for the first time ever.
"Already satisfied ? This isn't even the best part yet. Let's give you a body that matches you new bro attitude." With that, your entire body blows up in brawny muscles all at once, filling out your formerly baggy clothes. With all your inhibitions gone, you started flexing and slapping your new powerful muscles to show them off.
Your body now looks like that of a broided out jock with a personality to match. Unfortunately all the clothes you currently have are those you used to wear : baggy clothes that hid your entire body. Before, you would never have thought so much as to show an inch of skin. Well that wouldn't do anymore.
Your wardrobe gets updated with more revealing clothes, matching your newfound confidence. Tank tops, under armour shirts and tight fitting tees are now part of your regular look, as well as jeans and grey sweatpants to perfectly showcase your bulge. And your new look wouldn't be complete without one crucial accessory : a red MAGA cap.
It feels weird to wear it at first considering how much it represents everything that you stood against. It felt wrong. But that was the old you talking. The one who worried constantly about how other would perceive him. Well he wasn't in charge anymore. So you did what you do best now, you started thinking with your dick, letting it guide you.
Gradually, your common sense and critical thinking skills dulled. You realized that it truly didn't matter what others thought about you. It was just a red cap, and if that offended them then .... then ... they were just a bunch of snowflakes !
That's how it began. Wearing your MAGA cap became less of a neutral stylistic choice and more of an intentional display of your political allegiances. It didn't happen right away. It grew over time inside of you like an insidious red corruption, slowly turning your blue liberal values of inclusivity and understanding into patriotism and bigotry.
Eventually, you saw it as clear as day. What the values of a real man were supposed to be : conservative, God-fearing, gun-loving and proud to be American.
With those mental changes came your new breeding tool, gradually enlarging as your core values got perverted. You'll need it to put little white babies in the wombs of all the women who will want you to fertilize them with your strong alpha genes. If you decide that you want this life for yourself of course.
You feel it right ? All your faggotry has drained into your balls. Your former boyfriend was now a distant memory. The only thing you can imagine putting your dick into from now on are a hot bimbo's thick lips and tight pussy. And with that needier cock of yours, you'll need to drain your balls inside hot chicks constantly.
Some of them will call you a toxic white male, but deep down you know that they'll all be begging for you to impregnate them with your patriotic white dick. And with your new God given duty to propagate and spread your seed, you'll have these bitches lining up for their turn outside your place.
So, how do you feel ? Pretty fucking swole i reckon ? Well show off those strong all american beefy muscles for me bro.
Hell yeah, that'll show those libtards. Oh your new look ? Well any respectable american's favorite colors to wear are camo and stars and stripes of course. And with your MAGA cap permanently screwed to your head, from now on you won't be caught outside not advertising your love for the military and your country to the entire world.
You're finally the son your father always wanted. A masculine male, physically powerful, strong-willed, proudly republican and most importantly, heterosexual. Your entire family was shocked at the transformation, but they were very supportive of how your life turned out.
Your former college friends didn't have such a positive reaction. They were disgusted and appalled by who you had become : a reactionary douchebag. But no one was more shocked than you former boyfriend. Not that you cared about what that pathetic faggot had to say. The only thing you had on your mind were the curvy bodies of women and how you'll have them cream on your fat dick.
You're getting excited about that uh ? Hey ! I see you pawing at your big dick a bit too much there bro. Remember that if you cum-
Your cock suddenly erupts as your former self gets drained out of your balls forever, leaving a huge mess in your underwear (click to see)
Well... Enjoy your new MAGA life bro !
