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@recentrift
Taken a large step away from things that don't bring joy anymore.
I've left all Discord groups.
I've started to distance from things an people who aren't giving me what I give out
I can't help myself with a cup I've emptied to help fill others! It's a sad realising a truth I've been trying to ignore.
I had gotten us all kicked out of the bar on Friday night, so my punishment was I have to spend the rest of the weekend as the frat house's "gorilla-boy"!!!
there are sounds that only bald people can hear
Be careful what you pick up and buy at a Back Street Shop......
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Not everything is as it appears? Jay☺️ > Masked Demon💪🏻😈
"Too late Jay! Let's see if I ca IMPROVE YOU!" "You didn't need them Pajamas Jay.... you're not gonna sleep a wink tonight!! WE'RE GOING TO FIND A FRIEND!!"
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Changed for the better, I’d say
Some fun leather-n-rubber action
Evolutiom of a beast takes times
Takes many stages
Takes patience
Excited lost deep Ready to Evolve
Repeat and begin
Give into your desires Become the version of yourself you crave to be
Would like to see a couple, one gets transformed into a leatherman and now wants his boyfriend to join their ranks.
After a unit has been converted, the first order of business is to use the home network to the collective's full advantage. Plus, intimate knowledge of the subject - from weaknesses to hidden temptations - makes a transformation much more desirable.
After placing the gym bag filled with a matching uniform in their shared bedroom, the boyfriend sent his former lover a simple text - "get dressed and I'll see you in an hour for date night - don't ask any questions".
When he returned - seemingly 'in character' - he grabbed the newly uniformed man, took a deep drag of his cigar, and brought him in for a kiss. As he filled the lungs with smoke, he knew that one more had joined the ranks.
Costume Party
I had been planning the costume for the New Year party for a month now; well actually ever since my new neighbour moved in!
Paul was built, he was perfect for what I had in mind of course. He had only just separated from his girlfriend before he moved in so didn’t really know many people. I introduced him to my friends and soon we were moving in the same circles.
I invited him over, and we really got on like a house on fire, which was fortunate for me. We became good friends, but for me there was a deeper motive.
We used to hang out most nights watching the game and the like, sometimes in my apartment, sometimes in his. I’d kicked off my plan a couple of weeks earlier, handing in my notice and telling my landlord I’d be moving out at the end of the year.
I’d been clearing out my apartment, and Paul had only just noticed. He asked me where all my stuff was going and I told him I’d lost my job and was moving back to my family at the end of the month; he looked sad and offered his sofa – I smiled and was happy that all the pieces were falling into place.
I sold the remainder of my stuff before I moved in with Paul, damn he greeted me shirtless and I gasped.
I bit my lip and settled in for the night.
I spent the rest of the week getting used to Pauls routine, he was a friendly guy and enjoyed the simple things in life.
It had been a week, and tonight was my end; I got him a beer and slipped some formula into it felt a little sad as I handed it to him, that night we both had a great time.
Paul went to his room, and I laid on the sofa – I felt emptiness and guilt as I heard Paul groan and go silent.
I walked inside cautiously and gently shook Paul trying to wake him from his deep sleep; unsuccessfully. I knew this chapter of Paul life had ended and I was about to start the next.
I pulled back the covers and rolled Paul onto his front he was a heavy built guy. I dropped my shorts and got on the bad, touching is wide back I pushed a nail into his back, sliding my hand down I smiled as his skin and muscle parted.
Climbing on Paul’s back I started to climb inside his massive his frame, pushing down into his legs, his arms and finally pushing up into his head – I groaned for the first time using Paul’s voice as I felt a tightness across my back as it sealed me in.
I rolled over and looked down at my new pecs raising and falling, my hands explored my muscular physique. I smiled and pulled the covers back over me and turned over and went to sleep to fully absorb Paul’s memories.
The next week went smoothly, I was Paul and not a single person noticed any difference and if anyone asked about the old me, I simply told them I’d gone back to live with my family.
And as for the costume party, I was a big hit!
I had been planning the costume for the New Year party for a month now; well actually ever since my new neighbour moved in! Paul was built
Here's a special request from @bodysuitfan1213 - A guy putting on a male body suit and a goatee mask. After a billion tries I finally got close to what he wanted, but for some reason it keeps jumping back to full beard mask at the end. 🤦♂️
I don't really do special requests, but @bodysuitfan1213 has been so supportive of my work so I wanted to make one for him, and got his permission to share with everyone. Enjoy!
My passion is storytelling so hopefully I can integrate him into an episode of The Saint series in the future. Thanks to everyone that has supported my work!
Locker Mask (NSFW 18+)
“AHHHHHH, WHAT A NIGHT!”
Almost in a flash, there standing in the gym locker room was a naked, green-faced, hulking creature.
Unbeknownst to this massive man, there was another person in the locker room sitting in the corner. The manly beast was too busy flexing his massive arms at the full-size mirror to take notice to this young man named Brian. Brian was frozen in shock, and tried avoiding any movements that would give himself away. Fortunately, the beast seemed too interested in himself.
“MAN, OH MAN! I NEVER GET TIRED OF SEEING MYSELF! IT’S BEEN ONE HELL OF A NIGHT! I DON’T THINK MY MANLY MEAT HAS BEEN IN SO MANY GUYS! TOO BAD THE FUN’S GOTTA END SOMETIME!”
With a deep, rumbling sigh, the creature smirked at himself one last time before lifting his meaty hands up to his green face. The green skin started to appear rubbery, and almost looked like it was fighting to stay on, like it had a mind of its own and wasn’t ready to stop the fun.
Suddenly, crackling thunder and lightning could be seen and heard as a green smoke engulfed the beast.
Brian continued sitting there, frozen and terrified. The smoke quickly dissipated, and a new figure appeared in front of the mirror. However, this was one of Brian’s friends, Jeremy. Brian knew his friend had said he was wanting to bulk up a ton, but he never knew this is what he’d had in mind. Jeremy stood there, but was now holding onto something with both hands. It looked like an old mask. Jeremy sighed again with his normal voice this time as he looked at himself in the mirror. Brian wasn’t really sure why Jeremy was so hard on himself when he normally looked really cute in general.
Jeremy walked over to his locker, and stashed away the mask. Before he put the lock on, a faint buzzing noise was heard, and he quickly pulled his phone out.
“Oh, shit…I was out that long? I need to get to work.”
Jeremy quickly rushed out of the locker room. However, he had forgotten to put the lock on his locker. Surprisingly, this whole time, Brian was not noticed. To be fair, Brian didn't normally stand out in a crowd. He had a fairly short, and sleek body, but it didn’t really land him any dates. It would be fun to go out with Jeremy or even that sexy creature sometime though, he thought. Brian got up, and walked over to Jeremy’s locker. On top of a bunch of sweaty gym clothes was the wooden mask staring right back at Brian.
Brian carefully picked up the thing, and started to wonder, what would happen if I put this on? As if reading his mind, the mask gave off a green shimmering glow. It was strangely hypnotic, and made Brian want to put it up to his face.
All of a sudden, the mask latched right onto him, and started growing rubbery tentacles that engulfed Brian’s whole head. Brian tried to scream, but the mask was ready for a new host.
A green tornado formed around Brian, and caused him to move at lightning speed all over the locker room, bouncing off the walls, denting some of the old lockers with great force.
Within seconds, the tornado came to a halt in front of the full-sized mirror, revealing a new, naked creature in the locker room.
The creature took a deep, bass-like sigh as he looked himself over. Unlike regular Brian, this new form appeared a lot more confident, as if he could do anything to get anyone in bed with him. Brian’s sleek appearance had bulked into a figure you might see on the cover of Men’s health. His jaw had extended slightly with more muscle, and a thin stubble beard. Unnaturally red, devilish eyes appeared, almost enticing Brian to kiss his own reflection with lots of passion.
As he looked down below, he was surprised at how much his pecs had bulked up. Veins could be spotted all along his tall shoulders and large arms, as if he’d just spent the day making gains. A six-pack could be spotted right underneath his massive chest. He’d also noticed that his legs had grown big, and made him several feet taller. To complete this new, and improved form, Brian saw not some small package, but a massive penis in its place. His eyes cartoonishly bounced straight out of his face and back as he became overfilled with joy.
“OH MY! NOW THAT’S SOMETHING! GOSH, MAYBE I SHOULD TEST THIS OUT!”
Brian began rapidly jacking off at high speed, while looking at his body in the mirror. His meaty hand moved hundreds of miles per hour along the shaft. Before long, a mighty roar echoed throughout the locker room as gallons of warm jizz erupted and splashed all over the lockers and mirror. Brian’s shoulders and chest rose and fell as he panted after that intense workout.
With a snap of his fingers, the locker room became clean and spotless. Brian zoomed right out of the locker room, and stopped in front of his workplace. He took a deep breath and with a booming voice:
“HOLD ON JEREMY! THE FUN HASN’T ENDED JUST YET!!!”
Brian zoomed into the building to take Jeremy away for a day of fun-filled sex. The two friends became so much closer with the power of the mask.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
Here's a special request from @bodysuitfan1213 - A guy putting on a male body suit and a goatee mask. After a billion tries I finally got close to what he wanted, but for some reason it keeps jumping back to full beard mask at the end. 🤦♂️
I don't really do special requests, but @bodysuitfan1213 has been so supportive of my work so I wanted to make one for him, and got his permission to share with everyone. Enjoy!
My passion is storytelling so hopefully I can integrate him into an episode of The Saint series in the future. Thanks to everyone that has supported my work!
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The tattoo
It was supposed to just be a small tattoo. The first one he would get.
Ethan had never been the intimidating type. He was thin, nervous, the kind of person people accidentally interrupted in conversations and ignored because of his weak appearance. At twenty-three years old, he never had a girlfriend and was the guy everyone talked over, the guy who apologized even when he hadn't done anything wrong. So when he finally decided to get a tattoo, he wanted something simple, something that would make him look a little tougher.
He finally gathered the courage to get one and went to a tattoo shop.
The tattoo artist stood tall behind the counter, broad-shouldered and heavily built. Tattoos covered both arms, crawling up his neck and disappearing beneath the sleeves of his black shirt.
The guy noticed he was nervous and immediately asked: "First time?".
And Ethan nodded, embarrassed by how obvious his fear was, as the artist opened a book of designs.
"Looking for something small?" the artist asked. Ethan nervously nodded. The artist smiled and said: "I think I have just the thing".
And there it was: A dragon. An oriental style dragon. Powerful. Fierce. Exactly the meaning he wanted to be associated with. Ethan stared at the design for a few seconds. It was bigger than what he had originally planned but he was tired of seeming weak and something about it felt right.
"Yeah", he finally said. "Let’s do that one".
The artist’s smile widened. "Excellent choice".
A few minutes later, Ethan was sitting in the chair, trying not to tense up as the machine buzzed to life.
The moment the needle touched his skin, he felt a strange jolt in his arm. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was noticeable enough that he flinched.
"Is that normal?" he asked.
"Depends on the ink", the tattoo artist said with a small smile. "You never know how the body will react".
Ethan frowned, immediately feeling ridiculous for worrying.
Once finished, the tattoo looked incredible. It had a lot of detail and looked imposing. A black dragon in his right bicep.
As Ethan was about to leave, the tattoo artist called out to him.
"Hey. Don't forget to take care of it"
Ethan stopped and turned around. "Uh... what?"
The artist pointed toward the counter. "You forgot the aftercare kit".
"Oh. Right". Feeling slightly embarrassed, Ethan grabbed the small bag containing the cleaning supplies and left the store, returning to his apartment. As he walked down the street, he glanced at the dragon on his arm. For a moment, he could have sworn the ink seemed darker than before.
The next morning, he woke up with a strange heaviness in his arm. Something about it felt different. He tried to shake off the feeling and stepped in front of the mirror.
The tattoo looked bigger.
At first he thought he was imagining it. The tail seemed longer. The scales seemed to cover more skin than before. Then he noticed something else. His arm looked bigger, his bicep was straining against the sleeve, harder and thicker than ever. And not only that. He could feel a strength in his arm he had never felt before. Ethan spent several minutes flexing in front of the mirror. He knew he should be worried, but every time he looked at the size of his bicep, he worried less and less.
By the end of the first week the tattoo now covered a larger part of his arm. His arm looked defined like those of a professional bodybuilder, even though he hadn’t lifted a single weight in his life. It looked absurd compared to the rest of his body.
Days later one afternoon he felt the same tingling sensation as always traveling across his shoulder. He looked at the tattoo and noticed new black scales were appearing near his chest. Minutes later, his shirt began to tighten.
He looked down watching how the fabric of his shirt was slowly stretching as his pectorals pushed against the tight shirt. His pecs were swelling relentlessly, massive slabs of muscle ballooning outward. The pressure built until –pop– the buttons flew like gunfire, leaving his enormous pectorals completely exposed. Two thick rock hard mountains rising and falling with every breath, glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
And so, over time, each new blot of black ink brought with it a new wave of energy, a strange jolt under his skin that stimulated that area, making it progressively more pleasurable. His shoulders already widened, his chest thick, his other arm also massive. His shirts became too tight, so he decided to start wearing more tank tops in order to show off his muscles. Ethan loved his more rugged gym bro appearance.
Next came Ethan's once soft, unremarkable midsection. It has transformed into a rock-hard, deeply etched six-pack that now commanded worship of its own. V-lines appearing that framed his lower abs and pointed toward his thick, throbbing cock.
He remembered what the tattoo artist had said about taking care of the tattoo. The strange thing was that every time he looked at it, he felt an urge to do something. Massage it. A few push-ups. A quick workout. Anything. As if the tattoo disliked staying idle.
He spent long periods looking at it in the mirror, massaging it and running his fingers over the scales, admiring how they spread across his body. Over time, his life revolved around the gym, working out constantly and eating more protein. He knew the dragon would reward him for it, every workout becoming easier than the last, each new muscle giving the scales more space to claim. And the pleasure of watching his muscles grow became better and better.
Then, nearly a month after getting the tattoo, one night while lying alone in his bed, he was rewarded. Ethan felt a sudden surge of raw energy flood his groin. His once inferior, small cock began to throb and pulsate, forcing him to thrust his hips forward instinctively as a prominent, obscene bulge strained against the front of his boxers. Blood rushed hot and heavy into the shaft, stretching and expanding its length inch by inch with every powerful heartbeat, thickening it into a heavy, veined monster that curved upward aggressively. At the same time, his balls swelled dramatically, growing fuller and heavier as they dropped low between his spread thighs, forcing his legs apart to accommodate their new weight. The thin fabric of his boxers quickly grew soaked and sticky with thick streams of precum that leaked endlessly from the swollen head. Pleasure surged through him in waves, yet no matter how desperately his newly enhanced cock twitched and throbbed, he couldn’t release, not yet. The dragon wasn’t finished with him.
Over the following weeks the dragon kept expanding across the rest of his chest, back and legs. Reaching his spine, the change became impossible to ignore. A powerful stretch ran through his body. His back cracked. His posture straightened. He could feel himself growing as the dragon crossed his vertebra. The world seemed to shrink around him. His legs thickened with dense muscle. His calves expanded. His feet grew so much they could break a pair of sneakers. And it was no longer just confidence, he felt a strength that made him feel superior.
There was a new confidence dominating his body, and people noticed. People looked at him differently and treated him differently. Strangers seemed to respect him more. Some even stepped out of his way without thinking. Ethan found himself enjoying that feeling much more than he wanted to admit.
It was inevitable that his shy personality would begin to fade. His only focus became pushing his body further, seeing how far it could be transformed. He started admiring himself whenever he passed a reflective surface. He stopped caring as much about things like hygiene, often leaving the gym drenched in sweat and carrying the scent of his workouts with him. He found himself cutting people off in conversations, taking up more space, speaking louder. Before long, he was acting like an inconsiderate brute who believed everything belonged to him.
New desires surfaced as well. Once, the thought of being with a man would have seemed strange to him. Now it barely registered as worth questioning. More and more, he found himself drawn to showing other men where they stood beneath him.
The tattoo on his back now reached his neck. And with it he could feel his voice deepening, becoming more masculine. Grunts. Beastly sounds. The changes reached his face. His facial features became more symmetrical and masculine. His jaw grew broader, his features sharper and more rugged. He looked older as though several years had passed in only a few seconds.
The last change could feel penetrating his brain. Fogging his mind and his once intelligence. Memories disappearing. Thoughts that once came effortlessly now drifted away like smoke. His head felt heavy. Slow. A dull primitive warmth spread through his thoughts, smoothing away worries, questions, and doubts until there was almost nothing left. He couldn't recall his own name. His old life felt worthless. Why would a beast like him concern itself with the worries of a timid man?.
And just like that, the mental transformation reached its climax. His entire body seized as his newly massive cock surged, thick veins pulsing along its enormous length. A guttural, broken moan tore from his throat as he erupted violently, rope after heavy rope of thick, potent cum blasting out of him in powerful jets that splattered across his own carved abs and chest, painting the roaring dragon tattoo. With every devastating spurt, the last fragile memories of his old, weak self were violently wiped away, erased completely by the dragon’s overwhelming power. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging slack and open as a thin strand of drool slipped down his chin, dripping onto his glistening pecs. His heavy balls continued to throb and tighten, pumping out the final surges of his old life. When it finally subsided, his body relaxed, now utterly transformed, completely owned.
Only the dragon remains.
Weeks passed. At first, it was enough to admire itself. Hours spent in front of mirrors, tracing the scales that covered its body and flexing the massive muscles beneath them. The Dragon had not transformed itself into such a magnificent creature merely to be ignored but just one man wasn't enough. The dragon demanded more attention.
He was satisfied posting pics online, watching the flood of comments and admiration pour in from strangers. But the dragon's hunger continue to grow. Before long, it found itself browsing apps like Grindr, inviting admirers into its place.
He stood at the center of the dimly lit room, his massive muscular frame gleaming beneath a coat of oil. Admirers gathered around him, hungry eyes fixed on the fierce black ink dragon tattoo that coiled across his powerful chest and shoulder. One man already eager on his knees. Various men, stripped, hard and trembling with lust, stepped forward carrying more bottles of warm, slick oil.
He raised his arms, flexing slowly, letting his enormous pecs bounce. The tattoo stretched and shifted with the movement, scales gleaming as the thick streams of oil poured over his shoulders, his bulging biceps, and heavy slabs of pecs. Hands being everywhere, lips and tongues traced every cut and curve of his muscle. One of them let out a desperate moan and buried his face hungrily between the massive, sweat-slicked mountains of his pecs, pressing deep into the warm sweat.
They all moaned against him, entranced and lost in the heat of his scent.
He grabbed one man by the hair and forced him down to his knees, then the next. They had fed his hunger. Now it was his turn to feed theirs.
One admirer was bent over the wide bench, oiled ass up, while he drove him into him in long, punishing strokes, his massive chest pressed against the man’s back, the dragon tattoo rubbed against sweating skin. Another was pulled up into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, impaled as he bounced him like he weighed nothing. The remaining ones made to kneel and lick every drop of sweat and oil from his flexing muscles while he fucked their friends senseless, tongues dragging desperately over his pecs, sucking on his nipples, kissing the dragon’s roaring maw. Every thrust, every moan, every slap of flesh pleasing the beast, then rewarding them with his own seed while they begged for more.
Finally, standing in front of the mirror, the Dragon ran his now thicker, more sculpted hand over the black scales that wrapped around his body. A faint, meaningless echo of the weak creature he once was passed through him and faded almost instantly. He took a progress pic, knowing that the tattoo would grow even more, spreading beneath his skin and slowly claiming more of him with every passing day. Soon the Dragon would cover everything, and he could hardly wait to see what he would become.
The dragon rests, satisfied… for now.
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My longest TF story yet! I've been inactive for a while, but thanks to everyone who follows, likes, and supports my stories
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