Ashton

Probably NSFW DISCLAIMER: I don’t support conservative values nor any type of discrimination, this a blog made for fun and for exploring my kinks

[rod-tf]

My stories so far

New gym, new life (Arab tf)

Herculean Gains: 1 , 2 , 3

Christs Faith Gym: 1 (Asian tf, Christian tf)

(There’s not many I know, but I wanted to have them more accessible mainly for me ngl).

I promise to get going with the asks I got from a while while back but you know a Christian Man is busy with his duties.

[alphajocklover]

Hey dude! With asks being open again i've just gotta shoot my shot to leave my old life behind. Instead of being skinny and in the background i wanna know what it's like to experience the total opisite. Mind helping me out experiencing being built beyond belief, impossible to miss in a crowd and with an attitude to match? Basically muscle on top of muscle and cockier than the cockiest around to finally experience a life away from the background!

I completely understand man. Ever since I entered this hidden world of transformations, I’ve met countless people like you. People who have spent their entire lives in the background, feeling overlooked and unimportant. The wallflowers of the world. I was one of you guys once, before I started working for my Uncle and found out about this weird hidden world full of magic and technology that can transform people in impossible ways. I’m still a scrawny wallflower when it comes down to it, but after surviving a lot of attempts to transform me, and actually getting transformed a few times, I’ve kind of come to peace with it. Still, I understand where you’re coming from, and if you’re so desperate you’ve turned to magic to try and solve your problems… well, I guess it’s best I help you out, if only so you don’t get involved with someone who will take advantage of you. So, I’m going to help you become exactly what you want. A hyper muscular, cocky as fuck, alpha male full of main character energy. I’m going to transform you into the man you’ve always wanted to be. Or, in this case, I’m going to help you literally grow into one.

If you’re reading this you should have already received the small package I gave you. Inside the package is a small glass vial, which holds a small bit of clear liquid, with one unassuming seed at the bottom, no larger than a sunflower seed. I know it doesn’t look like much, but that little seed is going to change your life. See, I recently discovered my Uncle had a greenhouse deep in his property. He has a weird amount of secret passages and hidden areas on his property, so I’m still discovering new things hidden around here even after living here for so long. That seed was one of the first things I found in the greenhouse, and from what I’ve read I think it’s exactly what you need. It’s called a growth seed, and I suppose the best way to explain it is that it is a plant based parasite. Actually, parasite is a somewhat harsh word for this. Symbiote would be more accurate.

When you were a kid, did you believe that old myth about a plant growing in your stomach if you ate a watermelon seed? Well surprisingly that's actually how a growth seed works. Once a seed is ingested, it attaches itself to a host's digestive track and grows into the rest of the body. Now that may sound rather disturbing, and it is in a way. No one likes to think about some strange thing growing inside their body. But despite how frightening they may sound, growth seeds are basically harmless. They want their host to thrive, so instead of harming their body, they actually improve it. The plant merges with the host's muscular system, and uses it to absorb light through the skin, which it then turns into nutrients for both it and its host. You know how superman gets his superpowers from exposure to sunlight? Well, a person with a growth seed grows their muscles the same way. For them, getting a tan is like a month's worth of working out. Imagine getting huge, beefy muscles from just laying in the sunlight. It won’t happen automatically, but as long as you go outside regularly, you should grow into an absolute fucking stud in a matter of weeks. 

What makes the growth seed a good fit for you though isn’t the effortless muscles. A lot of transformation methods leave people buff and hung in moments, much less weeks. What makes the growth seed a good fit for you are the other side effect, the pheromones. See the plant grown from the growth seeds wants its host to thrive. It wants them beefy, muscular, and taken care of, since that means the plant will be cared for as well. That's why the plant produces pheromones that make the user absolutely fucking irresistable to anyone who gets even a whiff. You want people to treat you like the main character? To look at you and see a god amongst men, someone they can’t help but lust after, admire, and even worship? The growth seed is the way. One gulp, a bit of sunlight, and you’ll have the body, the confidence, and the adoration you’ve always dreamed of. This is how you get what you’ve always wanted. This is how the wallflower finally blossoms. 

There are a few other side effects of course. The plant needs its host to go outside, so you might find yourself acting a bit sportier, and enjoying being in nature a bit more. You’ll also find yourself feeling way more confident, to the point of cockiness, as the new chemicals tend to alter brain chemistry ever so slightly to make the host as healthy as can be. Besides that though, you’ll get everything you wanted, with basically no catch. If you want this, all you have to do is eat the seed, but if it's too much for you feel free to send it back. I have a feeling you’re going to make the right decision.

--- Hey guys! This is a little different than my usual stuff, and I was a little unsure about this new TF method, but I think it's pretty creative, and I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think

[corruptiontfs]

I run my uni’s student safety org. It’s not a big commitment, usually we just pass out free condoms and do our best to get students to drink responsibly. That is until our staff administrator began telling us to encourage students to, well, breed and shill about family values snd shit. I would’ve sworn he was a nice dude! I’m done. I’ll need to quit soon if it doesn’t change back…

You’re sitting alone in the student safety office late in the evening, staring at the latest memo from your staff administrator with growing disgust. “Encourage breeding… promote traditional family values… natural gender roles…” It’s all complete bullshit. You’ve poured real effort into this org for years. You’re handing out free condoms, running consent workshops, pushing responsible drinking campaigns, and actually trying to keep people safe. You’re the reliable progressive guy on campus, the one everyone trusts. You mutter under your breath, “If this doesn’t change back soon, I’m fucking done. I’ll quit.”

The door clicks shut behind you. You spin around to see the administrator standing there, a tall, calm man with an unnerving smile. “One last try,” he says smoothly, pulling out a tablet from his bag. “Before you make any rash decisions, just watch this short video. It explains the new direction better than any memo could.”

You roll your eyes but humor him, figuring it’ll be quick and you can quit right after. He sets the tablet on the desk in front of you and hits play. The screen lights up with a swirling spiral pattern, soft colors pulsing slowly. A deep, resonant voice begins narrating—calm, authoritative, repeating phrases that sink into your ears.

“Relax… let go of old ideas… real strength comes from dominance… breeding is natural… family values mean taking what you want…”

At first you scoff, trying to look away. But the spiral holds your gaze. Your body feels heavy, warm. The voice gets deeper, more insistent. “Good boys obey… progressive lies fade away… you crave conquest… pump and dump… real men breed without regret…”

The heat builds. Your muscles start twitching. The administrator watches with satisfaction as your resistance crumbles. He leans in, murmuring reinforcements: “You’ve been wasting your time with all that safe-sex nonsense. Deep down you know the truth. Feel it taking over. Let the new you rise.”

Your mind fogs. Progressive ideals start dissolving like they’re being erased frame by frame. Consent lectures, harm reduction, equality, all dissolved like nothing. New thoughts rush in, hot and aggressive: Chug beer. Smash pussy. Brag about it. Never settle. Get them pregnant with your alpha DNA and ghost. That’s real power.

The physical changes hit hard while the video loops. Your shoulders broaden dramatically, ripping the seams of your neat button-up shirt as it turns into a casual tank top. Thick, gym-honed muscle explodes across your chest and arms, pecs swelling into firm slabs, biceps peaking with raw size. Abs carve into a shredded six-pack, and your legs thicken into powerful athlete’s thighs that strain your jeans. You grow taller, posture shifting from polite to cocky swagger. Your face transforms as well, jaw squaring into that perfect arrogant line, cheekbones sharpening, hair styling itself into a messy, faded fuckboy cut with highlights. Light stubble dusts your chin, giving you that effortless “I just fucked someone” look.

Your cock surges violently, thickening into a fat, veiny 9-inch tool designed for conquest, throbbing painfully against your zipper. A wave of pure, toxic horniness floods your system. The old respectful you cries out faintly… then vanishes completely under layers of douchebag confidence. You already don’t miss it.

The administrator turns off the tablet. You blink, then turn towards him, grinning a wide, shit-eating smirk. “Fuck… that video was fire, bro.”

He chuckles. “Welcome to the winning team, Chad.”

You’re fully him now. Chad. A loud, jacked, entitled toxic frat king. All that “good guy” history feels pathetic and distant. A nightmare you can barely remember after you’ve woken up.

You storm out of the office and head straight to the frat house that now feels like home base. By that night you’ve completely rebranded the student safety org. No more condoms. You order kegs, funnels, and tank tops that say “Breed Responsibly.” Your first “Safety After Dark” party is chaos—loud music, girls everywhere, zero rules.

You spot a cute sophomore in a tight top. Old you would’ve offered water and an Uber home. New you? You flex your big arms, flash that cocky grin, and within twenty minutes she’s bent over in an upstairs bedroom while you rail her raw and deep, no protection, grunting shit like “Take this load, babe. This is what you really need.” You finish balls-deep inside her, slap her ass hard, and tell her not to text unless she wants another round. She leaves dazed and leaking. You’re already eyeing her roommate next.

The corruption spreads fast. You turn the org into your personal hunting ground. Weekly events become legendary ragers. You keep a public scoreboard in the office: “Weekly Body Count” with your name always dominating. Different girl every week—sorority blondes, quiet bookworms, athletic girls, party sluts, even professors—you don’t care. You fuck them loud and rough, post vague brags on Snapchat, ghost them the next day, and laugh about it with the boys. The other former weaklings and betas you and the administrator improved.

You’ve never felt better. Every morning you flex in the mirror, admiring your jacked body, and laugh at how lame the old version of you was. Why hand out condoms when breeding a new conquest raw so much fucking better?

At the next meeting you stand at the front in a backwards cap and tight tank top, announcing with a cocky laugh, “New rules. Get drunk, get laid, make mistakes. The only safety worth knowing is how to take a real man’s dick. That’s college, baby.”

The guys roar in laughter and applause, already plotting which chicks to pick up at the next frat party. You just stand there proudly, knowing how great life is for a guy like you.

[maningup]

Big Boy Undies: Brother-Fuckers Collection

A/N: Exactly what it says on the tin can. Also if you know me, and you can deduce form this title, you probably know what the next one is.

“Dustin what the fuck!” I shouted walking into my room, seeing my younger brother on my bed in my boxer briefs.

“Oh, hey bro,” He sat up slightly after having enjoyed a nap in my space completely unbothered. There was something in his cadence that annoyed me, the fact it was my cadence. My attitude, my brain, He even looked as old as me. His body had co-opted all my hard work and given him the muscles and height it took years to achieve, all because he put on my underwear.

The worst thing about it? It was hard to stay angry seeing the fat ass I had given him. And fuck if his balls didn’t look as full as mine laying there, legs spread open.

“Don’t ‘hey bro’ me,” I replied. He even had on my dress socks. He knew I only had one pair of those for job interviews. “I knew you took my underwear this morning! I had my whole outfit planned out.”

“I assume that means you didn’t get the job.” he stated

Rolling my eyes, I did air quotes “Oh ‘assume’, look at you using big words from me.”

“Look bro, regardless of what you were wearing or not. If they didn't give you the job it wasn't meant to be.”

He was using my own reasoning against me. How many times had I said that to friends to calm them down? Well guess what, my words weren’t working on me. “So what, I sweat out my interview while you’re living large. Mom and dad thinking I’m just sleeping away in here.”

“It was a nice nap.” he laughed my laugh, but in his new deeper voice, which by the grace of the universe wasn’t a copy of mine. Small victories.

“I bet.” I spat, putting my bag on the floor.

“Look instead of being mad, let me make it up to you.” he stated.

“How do you plan to do that; you steal a job opportunity from me too?” I started pulling off my suit.

“No,” he chuckled. “Come fuck my ass, take a load off, dump a load.” He spread his legs wider, that perfect rump on display. Offering my ass and cock was a specialty of mine, never something I thought my brother would pick up from me. But honestly after the shit day I had I needed it. Pulling off my tie I climbed into the bed behind him. After stealing my shit, he was going to be taking more than a load.

—

Eric Chang had no idea putting on his brother's jockstrap would feel so good. The undergarment had been strangely abandoned in the center of his room. His older brother, Quay, had once been a studious academic under his parents roof, but 4 years at college had turned him into a complete musclehead. Sometimes Eric would almost forget they used to share a room, bunk beds. Until their parents demoted Quay to the guest room thinking he’d be a bad influence on Eric. Quay’s bed was out and a new desk for studying was in.

There were times Eric wanted to scream into his pillow. He had been a good student, but he was never a great student like his brother. His parents never really cared about his performance until Quay grades plummeted. Even when Quay was home, his parents couldn’t get him to care. Eric even tried to talk to him once.

“Little bro,” Quay would say with that kind smile, “You got to let Mom and Dad’s expectations go. That’s what I did, and it freed me.” His voice would say calmly as if he were a guru. 

Easy for Quay to say, he was away at college. He didn’t have mom and dad watching him like a hawk. So how did that lead to Quay just dropping trou, stepping out of his jockstrap and walking out the room bare ass naked? But Eric wasn’t focused on him, only the garments he had slipped out of. He couldn’t look away. He wanted to put them on. HAD to put them on. Walking over in a trance-like state, he disrobed and got his brother’s jockstrap.

The moment it was on, his body was completely different. The height came first as his body bulked with muscle. His pecs pressed out with a clear division between them. He never put his older brother’s clothes on; they simply appeared on his body. Eric went from student to pure jock in record time. Chewing on Quay’s tank, he tasted his older brother’s sweat, as his ass stretched the jock strap. Veins ran across feeding his muscle into an even more disciplined version than his brother.

Quay knocked back on the door, walking in when he heard the moaning. Their lips were soon on each other. The Changs would be disappointed to learn their dreams for another son were once again dashed to chase balls, in various forms.

—

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“Hahaha, won’t go down, will it?” Lenny laughed. The bet was simple, have Blake wear his underwear, after complaining about Lenny’s constant boners. Lenny was too used to college life and just constantly rocking them out in the open. His little brother wasn’t having it though. He didn’t believe Lenny’s “It just happens” excuse.  Blake was so smug, in the way most younger brothers were. He wasn't prepared for the rush of Lenny’s hormones into his system, when he got those American Eagle’s on.

Blake got hotter, taller, but he also got hornier, pitching a tent every which way he turned. 

“That’s what having a real dong is like bro, you get lost in it.”

“But it’s just there, and so needy. I NEED TO FUCK SOMETHING, bro!” Blake’s cock throbbed with each word. “How do you do anything with this in between your legs?”

“Ehh, sports help. You can thank me for the body later—mass looks good on you—it’ll be great when you start signing up with me at my university." Lenny lay comfortably on his bed, watching as Blake stared down at his new boner. The older brother had to stifle a laugh, not mocking him, but it was kind of adorable how lost Blake looked in Lenny’s underwear. “And when you’re not practicing, a lot of the guys will be willing to help you clear your head, if you catch my drift.”

“Okay, but what do I do with it NOW!” Blake asked, “I’m not even going to be able to go to class without thinking about slipping it into someone.”

“Stop being dramatic, dude.” Lenny sat up, fully facing his brother. He pointed to Blake’s dick, “That’s your new North star, courtesy of me. And if it’s giving too much trouble, you should let it lead the way.” Blake looked down at his boner, then followed to where it pointed to Lenny on the bed. A knowing smile, Lenny beckoned his brother closer with a finger. Blake slowly walked until he stood over Lenny’s lap. Yanking the boxer’s down, Lenny let Blake’s cock spring out, then grabbed at his younger brother’s ass. A powerful shove from behind, Blake’s cock disappeared into Lenny’s throat. 

Blake writhed and drooled over the foreign sensation. Following his big brother’s embedded instincts, Blake placed his hands on the back of Lenny’s head. The two found a pace with Lenny setting the lead, until he wasn’t. A switch went off in Blake and his body took over, shoving Lenny down on his cock, skull fucking his big bro, until his cock christened Lenny’s throat with heavy cream all gulped down. Blake’s cock fell out of Lenny’s mouth, defeated and coated in saliva. Finally, he could think again. All horny thoughts catapulted down into his brother’s stomach, for now.

Then Lenny wrapped his hand around his brother’s waist and pulled them both back into the bed, then flipped on top of him. “Now, it’s time I follow my north star.” Lenny smirked with the heat of his dick stuck between their two bodies and only growing warmer.

—

Okay, Tyler don’t freak out. Sure, you took your big brother's underwear. He’s a marathon biker and was out at the time. BUT how would you know that it’d make you grow? It was hard peddling down the street as your small body began to press against your clothes. Was it your shirt or shorts that vanished first? You can’t remember. What was easy to remember was your longer legs, jumbling up the vehicle making it hard to maneuver. Adjusting your posture, to keep momentum and not crash, your spine snapped straighter. Poor Tyler, you didn’t even know your butt was blowing up, swallowing up the seat.

When the bike changed, that was more concerning. The entire design lost its electric blue for a slate-gray, as the front pulled forward. The wheels got thinner as their radius expanded. That’s when your shirt popped off as your chest came into fruition. Oh, you could barely see over those tits as you went on. Why couldn’t you stop? Maybe it was your ass thrusting you higher in the air, generating more power, pushing your journey further.

Come on Tyler, your short’s split and your brother’s underwear was out. Your secret was exposed, no one was looking, but the whole world could see if they wanted to. That’s when your face changed, jaw sharpening as your throat reformed to hit a new register. Then came the bulge, your cock had never protruded in that way before, but your brother’s did. The tattoo on your legs, the chain around your neck, your hat turned backwards on your head, All your brother’s style.

You finally came to a complete stop, able to get your body under control. Sitting off the dusty road’s edge was your brother looking smug, knowing what you’d done. Realization hit hard. From the moment you picked up his underwear, your inner monologue was his voice. MY VOICE. 

Heh, didn’t think you had it in you little bro: To steal my shit. Did you enjoy having me in your head? That bulge in my underwear sure looks like you did.

Now get over here so I can get a closer look.

—

“Let’s get this clear Ty, I didn’t tell you to do shit,” Jeremiah stated. Two black men were currently in Jeremiah’s room where only one had existed second’s prior. Jeremiah was standing up looking over to what should have been his younger brother in the gaming chair.

“I know,” Ty rubbed the back of his head,” But all the cool stuff is in your room.” He spoke with a voice far deeper than he had ever possessed. His body was immaculate plucked from Jeremiah's wettest dream.  Never in his life would he ever think he’d have such an effect on his younger brother. His sibling had been turned into a man in every aspect, the facial hair, the pecs, eight abs. More importantly Jeremiahs compression shorts that Ty was wearing were the real star. Thick, skull crushing thighs and a fat ass being sat upon, appetizers too the long cock very visible.

Jeremiah looked good in his compression shorts, but Ty had made the damn things his bitch. It was surprising the thin material hadn’t given up like the rest of Ty’s clothes. Ty knew better than to sneak into his brother’s room. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Jeremiah who had banned Ty from his room, rather than their dad.

His words being to them both, “Look Jeremiah’s like me. He’s a whole lotta man, it’s hard not to be influenced by him. He needs his own space.” At the time Jeremiah just thought that was his dad’s way of saying he needed to wear deodorant. But now it seemed his dad actually had a point in keeping Ty out. It was like Jeremiah’s Compression shorts channeled his testosterone directly into his brother. And holy fuck did his brother look more potent than him. 

“Ugh, Dad’s gonna kill me,” Jeremiah dragged his hands down his face. 

“Yeah maybe.” Ty responded in Jeremiah’s laid-back type-tone, no care whatsoever.

“He’s probably going to kill you too.” the words were said to get a specific reaction out of his brother that never came. 

“Well then, he’ll kill us when he gets us. But no use in just wasting time. I gotta drain my balls and I bet you do too. Might as well stroke it out.”

Jeremiah shook his head, Ty got his horniness too, but if they were in trouble any way…draining his balls now with a stud was as good of a time as any.

—

Jordan stole Randall’s boxers out of the washing machine. It was early morning and no one else was going to know. Randall, his older brother, had moved back in with the family after college, and Jordan often caught a glimpse of the boxers. Mysterious things. And now here he was, having slipped them on looser and freer than the briefs, their mom condemned Jordan too. The novelty only lasted a moment as a surge erupted inside of Jordan. His body shook and the house shook with him. Jordan couldn’t utter a single word as his bones snapped and popped. His height was soaring, body changing.

No one came rushing downstairs, despite all the commotion. Only Jordan saw his action figures, scattered across the living room, get shaken out of existence, fading into nothing as various dumbbells replaced them. His shoes by the door stretched, mouths widening as Jordan’s soles expanded. The plain design was overwritten by an athletic one. They didn’t stop until they were almost indistinguishable from Randall’s in size. In the end, two sets of tennis sat next to each other. On the coat rack, Jordan’s coat morphed as the heat in his chest encouraged it to. His traps shoved his shoulders aside so that his chest could pump up. As pecs rose to prominence, abs formed following their example. A healthy dose of muscle mass was forced into his arms and legs, earning him jock proportions. His new coat hung, slim, stylish, and large.

A change erupted across every family picture as the still images of Jordan went through the same transformation. The integrity of Jordan's face gave way as his bone structure removed all fat, accentuating its own features for an older look. His mop of curly hair whipped up and reformed itself into a trendier look, trimmed on the sides, curls kept at the top and front. A cut reminiscent of Randall’s sensibilities. Meanwhile, the photos stamped Jordan’s new face into their ink, solidifying it in reality. Jordan stumbled back, body hitting the counter with force. The house's shaking finally stopped.

As Jordan looked down at himself, he saw not only his brother’s boxers, but Randall’s chain and socks as well. Well, they were brothers. Twins even. It wasn't odd for them to borrow each other’s stuff. He had snuck down here to have something to wear. Right? Maybe more curious was the boner Jordan was getting. Pitching a tent in his big bro’s underwear?  He didn’t usually go around popping boners. Actually, he couldn’t even recall the last time he did. Oh well, maybe his brother would have some answers, once Jordan woke him up. Randall had always loved Jordan’s cock up his ass for a morning rise.

—

Wesley was shocked when he stepped into his bathroom, and found his little brother, Milton, wearing his socks and red Hanes boxers. It was supposed to be Wesley’s private area hence the half-naked man on the wall by the toilet. He finally had his own place, and a private bathroom even his parents couldn’t see. Why did he allow his brother to come visit him?

“Personal space much?” Wesley stated, trying to downplay it. He scratched his head; there was something off about Milton. Not the stance: One leg bent up on the tub, the other still on the floor, arms crossed. Milton was always trying to show off. A good pose considering all the muscle he was packing. His biceps looked extra nice.  Maybe that was it, had he filled out, bulked more…nah Milton had always been big. Then again, had he? Wasn’t he visiting during semester break—

“What’s this about?” Milton nodded his head back to the photo.  

“It’s a guy.” Wesley shrugged, not dealing with this.

“Yeah, no shit it’s a guy. Why’s it in your bathroom?” Milton asked.

“Why do you think?” Wesley shot back. “Here’s a better question, why are you? And why are you wearing my clothes?”

Milton looked down at himself, confused. “I am?” he looked around, “Did your bathroom get smaller?” 

“No.” Wesley sighed, “Must have been all the weed you’ve been smoking on tour. “I see you got another tat,” He pointed to Milton’s arms covered in a respectable smattering of tattoos.

“Hey, first of all, it’s hard being a rockstar. Secondly, I haven’t smoked since the last time I was here. Thirdly, tatts look cool.”

“You haven’t, why not?”

“Don’t know, I think my big brother said something about liking my natural smell last time? So, when the band came into town I figured I’d use my spare key to sneak in. Thought it’d be nice to put something of yours on.”

“And?”

“And I was right; your shit is comfortable as hell.” He leaned forward on his bent leg.

Wesley smirked, strolling into his bathroom and kissing Milton, until his younger brother’s cock begged to be freed. Reaching into the waistband, Wesley stroked it. How long had the two been seeing each other like this? Had to be years at this point. Honestly, Wesley couldn't quite remember how it started, perhaps catching his brother in his underwear even back then. Milton looked up to the then-punk teen so maybe it was fate, Milton would start working out and form a rock band. Now, he toured all over the country but always made stops at his brother’s city.

“I want that guy gone.” Milton said between kisses, “Then I’ll fuck you.”

“Fine.” Wesley relented, “But I will be putting a picture of you up there.”

“Good. Should have done that in the first place.” Milton growled with pleasure as his brother continued jerking him off.

—

Santiago, are you happy now?

Why did you take the underwear? Was it just because of the design on it? Who are you kidding, of course that’s the reason. They weren’t boxers or even boxer-briefs. They were FULL ON BRIEFS. What was your older brother doing rocking briefs? When did he wear them? Why did he wear them?

If anyone in the house deserved to wear briefs, it was you! So, snatching them up wasn’t stealing, it was justice. You slipped them on in the living room. The warmth was unbearable and it started all at your crotch. It bulged like a lump, right over Batman’s body as your glutes swelled in the back. Next it was your legs, sending you higher in the air as hair began to poke over them. Thighs expanding, calves bulking, feet extending. It looked like your brother’s legs were attached to you. Pecs rushed out of your chest, spilling into the air with dark nipples.  Your shoulders were titanic, compared to before and spread wide. Arms that looked more appropriate on a warrior found themselves attached to you, biceps and forearms ready. Your face was the last to go, stubble rising over your lower jaw, eyebrows growing bushier. When your head elongated as your jaw lengthened. Did it feel good? How about when your hair reshaped into your brother’s proper style, dark strands brushed down perfectly.

Then it was done. Was wearing your brother's briefs everything you hoped it would be? You were as old as him, standing in his underwear. Felt awesome to stroke your cock as memories rushed into your head, matching you to your body. Of course, your legs shook when you came, as your new balls shot their first load into your brother’s undies. Thank god the windows were close, or the whole neighborhood would have heard you. Was your orgasm earth-shattering?

Your brother found you. ‘Found’ wasn't the right word. He was the only one home to hear the moan you let out. A moan that sounded eerily similar to his yet had not left his mouth. He came downstairs to find you Santiago, still spewing ropes into his underwear. 

That led to this interrogation: you hiked up on a chair, defiant with all of your older brother’s confidence. No conscious awareness of what you were putting on display for him. Was it the third or fourth time his eyes homed in on your package, that little Santiago started responding to the attention. Now Santiago, you knew exactly what you were doing when you thrusted your hips forward. Your package jiggled and more of your ass was on display. Whatever speech your brother had been giving you, stopped completely. He knew what you were offering for him to shut the fuck up. And he was going to take it.

Oh Santiago, you’re very happy now, aren’t you?

—

Hayden snapped the photo for proof, texting it directly to his friend. “Dude, I’m fucking telling you this is Bennett. My lil bro put on my underwear, I think our dad mixed them up? and turned into a fucking Adonis in his own right.”

Smith’s reply was quick, “Wait, so you still wear tighty-whities no wonder your dad mixed them up 😛.”

“Be so fucking for real right now bro, briefs give me the best support. Not that I’d expect you to understand needing that.” Hayden typed back, moaning.

“Ouch, you've wounded me 😂. But come on, I can tell that’s you. Like you even forgot to take your socks off. And as if I wouldn’t know that ass and bulge outside of the locker room. Don’t know why you’d AI an older version of Bennett’s face on it though? Your face is (mostly) hot enough.” Smith’s joking voice was radiating through the electronic message.

Hayden sighed, fingers working, as he adjusted his seating “Look, I get that he kinda resembles me. Like those are my pecs and abs sitting on his body, my height that he’s strolling around the house in. But underneath that, it’s still him. He put my socks on because he likes them.  He even got his morning OJ. When’s the last time you’ve seen me drink OJ? Never!”

“Are you bragging about being vitamin C deficient? 💀 Weird flex, but okay.” Smith’s phone was still typing then sent, “So your briefs made your brother older? Okay I’ll bite, how’s he adjusting?”

Thrusting his hips excitedly, Hayden responded. Finally, he could talk about the weirdness of that morning with someone. “That’s the thing, Bennett’s fine. He wants to be called Ben now. He’s even listed on our university’s swimming team. Right between men and you, but like no one remembers him.”

“Holy shit so your underwear recruited your little bro, That’s kind of awesome! What are you going to do now?”

“Don’t know. Maybe I can start selling my underwear on eBay or something? People might pay good money to have their sons turn into athletes.”  Hayden took a hand off the phone, running it through hair.

“Idiot, I’m talking about your bro, not your wallet. I mean even if the coach accepts him on the team, he has to do initiation. The team isn’t going to go easy on him, especially looking like that.”

“What do you think I’m doing, dumbass.” Hayden smugly replied.

“You fucker.”

Hayden leaned over to toss his phone on the dining room table. He was seated far from its edge and in between the gap of his chair and the table was Ben on all fours sucking his cock. After downing his orange juice, Ben immediately began to service Hayden. A common practice of the swim team at his college. Their team building ritual where a senior like Hayden expected underclassmen to clamor for his cock. Have your teammates’ kids swimming inside you, while you cut through the water. He never thought his younger brother would be the one doing it. Or that Ben would know exactly what made Hayden’s cock hard. Ben gargled Hayden’s balls, huffed his blond pubes, then would just swallow his dick in one motion. He had acquired Hayden’s deep throating skills. 

It was so damn good, it felt like an edge session. Hayden wanted it to last but also wanted to blow. A master in his own right, Ben won his older brother’s cum. Hayen’s cock spewed endlessly as he reached his crescendo. Creamy brotherly ropes shot across Ben’s tongue and down his throat.  Ben sucked slower, coaxing more of his nephews out of his brother's cock. When the dick was dead, fat as fuck but limp, Ben let it drop out of his mouth and slap against Hayden’s thigh.

“Looks like you saw heaven bro,” Ben laughed down on the ground, looking up at Hayden wrecked.

“I didn’t…know you kept… heaven in your mouth.” Hayden said, catching his breath between words.

“Heh, maybe I have what it takes after all.” Ben flipped his hair out of his eyes.

Hayden’s eyes narrowed playfully, “Don’t get cocky,” He picked his brother up off the floor and sat him on the table. Leaning forward, arms locking Ben in protectively on each side, Hayden kissed his younger brother’s chest, then his neck, until their lips found each other. The taste of his jizz wasn't so bad on Bennett's lips. “That was only phase one. The guys on the team like to test personal stamina too.” Hayden gripped at his underwear on Ben and began to pull down. A cock as beautiful and long as Hayden's slapped Ben’s abs.  Hayden was going to enjoy milking this one.

[horniestofhoes]

For a while, Jamie getting the chronivac was the most fun we ever had. We went from two bullied idiots to kings of the school. Look at him, he looked like he had taken insane amounts of roids, but that was just what he naturally looked like now. All the guys in the school we’re just thirsting for a lick of his alpha dick, something he had carefully made sure of. Not me though, I got lucky haha!

I, obviously, also got my upgrades. I always did have a bit of swagger hidden behind my previous nerdy identity, so I had no trouble picking up girls with my huge new body. The App had just let the butterfly out of the chrysalis.

Anyone who was annoying us? Turned into some sort of sex doll that wanted to have sex with us and our huge tanned bodies.

Mr Morrison, for example, was bothering us the other day on his class because we weren’t paying attention to the bronze age collapse or some shit. Jamie just pulled his phone, made some alterations and boom, this was Ryan Morrison now. Not a history teacher, but an anatomy one that lectured shirtless, in order to better help illustrate the body’s anatomy, of course. He also gave private lessons to his favorite student, Jamie, where he explored his anatomy further. Damn, I should have him do some shit like this to Mrs Gomez too…

It was all rainbows and sunshine for a while, but one day I think he got bored. We had already transformed and fucked half the school, and while I was content just living life like this, he wasn’t. I think some people are just never satisfied.

“Yo, Jamie, what you doing there? Any transformation ideas? I was thinking maybe we could genderswap some peop-“ I exclaimed, before getting quickly cut off

“Actually, Lex, I think I have a better idea. I think you’re going to be my next target.” He said, smirking coldly at me

“W-what? Dude, don’t play around like that! We’re in this together, right? I responded, trying to cover up the nervousness in my voice.

“No, actually. I’m the one with the app, I just happened to share my joy with you for a while. Now I think I’m gonna have some fun with you.” He said, pressing the enter button before I could react.

When I woke up, I couldn’t believe what he had done to me. I looked masculine, sure, but so fucking gay. I had shrunk down a whole foot, making my muscles insanely compact. I looked like some buffed up dwarf, hairy as fuck too. My cock was now tiny, probably the same reason why my butt looked like some kardashian’s. It ached, ached for Jamie. That fucking faggot, I can’t believe he did this to me. I’m so fucking horny. I need him. I sent him a photo, showing his work.

“Fuck you, now I need your dick inside my ass you asshat. If you made me a faggot, the least you can do is come and plow me with your cock.”

I quickly got an answer

“hahaha, i’m right outside babygirl, just come on out and i’ll help you out”

I opened the door, my brain too clouded with hormones to think about what the fuck I was about to do. I just know I need it.

[salmonskinrolltf]

Quick and dirty idea: Boyfriends decide to watch an old sex comedy purely to make fun of the horny heteros. Before long they begin to relate to the straight bros more than they ever could

[This Quick and Dirty story was written by a human (me) based on a prompt that was previously sent to generative AI. I wrote it in one uninterrupted stream-of-consciousness flow with a hard time limit of 20 minutes. It is not perfect. No edits have been made, except to correct typos. Feel free to use my asks to send me more prompts!

Also: This story contains gay-to-straight themes. Read my ethos on G2S stories here.]

Eddie (left) and Thomas (right) were both tired from long days at work, so they wanted to throw on something mindless. One of their favorite pastimes was watching shitty old sex comedies from the 1990s. Not because they were good, but because it was fun to laugh at the behavior of the bros onscreen. Their constant refrain was, “are straight people OK?”

They curled up on the couch to watch Babe Academy 4. They didn’t realize there was a fourth installment, because Wikipedia said the franchise stopped at part 3. But Eddie found a dusty old tape in the back office of the thrift store where he worked, and it seemed to be legit.

The movie was just as ridiculous as the last one. And they got the main cast back, which was always nice for a sequel. Well, most of the main cast.

Thomas piped up after a few minutes to ask, “Wait, where’s Elmo? The prankster character. He was in all three of the original movies. Is he not in this one?”

Eddie said, “I guess not. It doesn’t feel the same without him, though. And I think Dekker is gone, too. You know, that fuckboi guy. The only one who ever gets laid in these movies.”

“Weird,” said Thomas.

“Weird,” Eddie agreed.

They fell quiet as the movie progressed. They still felt like something was missing for a while, but eventually they settled in. They even started to laugh at some of the jokes.

Like when Fatso farted on some bikini babe’s birthday cake, they both cracked up. Thomas didn’t even go on his tirade about how the '90s were terrible for body positivity, which he loved to do whenever somebody said that character's name.

They got more and more engrossed in the antics of the characters onscreen. More than ever before. When TJ got dumped by his girlfriend and the girl he was seeing behind her back at the same time, Eddie could even feel his pain.

“It sucks when that happens,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, like you have the game to date two people at once,” said Thomas. “You could barely work up the courage to ask me out, and we’d been working within two feet of each other in that food truck all summer.”

He puckered his lips, inviting Eddie in for a kiss, but Eddie didn’t notice. He was paying rapt attention to the screen.

Eddie took a swig of a beer that Thomas couldn’t remember buying. He did all the grocery shopping, after all.

“Fucking sucks, man…” Eddie said. He shook his head, and the light from the screen glinted on his earring. Had he always had that?

“Like, I was dating this chick Melissa one time and I told her we weren’t exclusive, right?”

Wait, what was this story? Thomas knew Eddie had dated like two girls when he was still in the closet, but he’d never heard about this.

Eddie kept going with his story. Something about eating another chick out in the bathroom of their college’s Psychology building. But Eddie had come out in his senior year of high school, so the story was clearly made up. As he blathered on, stubble sprouted from his cheeks and chin. His eyelids grew dull and heavy while his hair darkened, like somebody was turning up the contrast on Thomas’ eyes.

Eddie scratched at his chest and Thomas couldn’t help but notice how much beefier it looked than normal. Actually, the arm he was using to scratch looked weirdly muscular, too. His tendons flexed as he scratched, his beefy forearm giving Thomas a semi.

He felt uncomfortable for some reason, so he turned his attention back to the screen. Right as the birthday girl took off her bikini top, exposing her breasts. Everything else fell away and his semi became a full-on boner. A drop of pre-cum soaked into the fabric of his underwear.

Wow, that girl looked… beautiful. Gorgeous.

He turned to Eddie. “That chick is slammin’, dude!”

Eddie stopped his story to look at the screen and shrugged. “Meh. She’s like a 6. I’ve had better.”

Thomas let out a strangely high-pitched giggle. “No way, man! None of your exes are as hot as this chick!”

They both fell into silence, letting the movie keep playing. Thomas found himself letting out loud guffaws every time a character fell down or got hit in the crotch.

As he laughed, all the fat and muscle sloughed off his frame, causing his shirt to hang over him like a fabric tent. He tugged at the shirt, feeling self-conscious. Was Eddie looking at him? Was he judging him for not being as muscular as Eddie was? For not being able to bag as many babes?

Thomas started cracking jokes to ease his own tension, and Eddie howled with laughter every time he said something crass or bro-y. Which was every time he opened his mouth. It just came so naturally.

Eddie strutted into the kitchen and came back with another beer. As he sat down, he left a full cushion’s worth of space between him and Thomas.

He swigged his beer and laughed at one of Tommy’s jokes about how fugly one of the nerdy girls onscreen was.

Eddie laughed and muttered, “she’s hotter than Regina, dude,” while taking a swig from his fresh beer.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Tommy said, taking a drag and flipping Eddie off for dissing his crush. But he was suppressing a smile.

God, Tommy loved bro time. They both did. A moment of peace from the demands of his job at the vape shop. From Eddie’s endless parade of conquests, who were constantly begging him for more attention. They fell into silence once more, letting the masterpiece of a movie wash over them.

Before, it had felt like something was missing from this sequel. It didn’t feel that way anymore.

[alphajocklover]

Discord TFs #9

Hey, im a 19 year old, chubby latino guy. Ive always fantasised about how it feels to be older, maybe reaching my 40s. Ive always fantasised about becoming and older guy overnight, and im working on becoming the best version of myself in the far future. I ordered a special protein shake in the mail, and its supposed to help me "achieve my goals", hopefuly it does

Apparently when that protein shake said it would help you "Achieve Your Goals Overnight" it was being very, very literal. In a night, you've skipped over twenty years of grueling work, and become the man you always wanted to be. You're a muscular, distinguished latino DILF whose got a successful career, a loving husband, and a few very cute kids who look at you like you're a superhero. It's still 2026, but now you have vague memories of being a teenager in the late nineties. It's a strange feeling, having this sensation that you've skipped all the hard work and toil and made your way to the good part, but also having memories of the hard work you had to put in, of the time you spent at the gym, dates with your husband, adopting your eldest son. It may take some time to get used to your new self… but you wouldn't trade this life for the world. And going forward, you're going to make sure you don't miss another second of it.

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Hey I found this weird baseball cap while I was on the commons at college as I was on my way to the library to study for my finals. As a 22 year old geeky guy I know this has to belong to one of those jocks but how would I look with this on? Maybe I should wear it backwards

… I have to ask, whats with people putting on strange, random pieces of clothing they found? This keeps happening, and I don't get it. Aren't you guys worried about, like, germs and stuff? I don't get why this keeps happening… and I really don't get why it keeps working! I mean, look at you! Transformed into a totaly frat boy stud! Fucking hell should I start wearing random clothes I find hanging around? Seems like the most efficient way to become a sexy jock these days

… wait, you have an extra? Well… I guess I could try it on…

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When I was on vacation there was a band that played pretty much every night and these guys were all gorgeous. Is there a way to turn me into a hot hunky rock star like them?

Turns out the band you hand spend all vacations not so secretly lusting after was looking for a new guitar player! You knew you didn't have much of a shot, since you don't know anything about music, but you just felt like you had to try. You got up on stage, started playing… and the music just flowed from you naturally as you went through an incredible transformation. Now, you're part of the band, which also turned out to be a very sexy polycule. have fun with your 3 hunky rockstar boyfriends!

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I'm a 21-year-old guy, slim, with dark hair. I recently started lifting weights… but every time my uncle sees me he says I'm not getting any better and that I'll never look like a real man like him… even though to be honest, he has the body of a hairy bear but not the muscular one I aspire to. Can you do something to stop my uncle from bothering me anymore, please?

It turns out your uncle has been up to some shady stuff. Specifically, he's been stealing your muscles, and not just the ones you've been getting recently. You're actually a fairly naturally athletic guy, but your Uncle had been draining your muscles since you hit puberty. The only reason he's a bear and not a bodybuilder is because he takes terrible care of his body. Now, the ward I send you should stop him from stealing any more of your hard earned muscle, but if you want to get what you've lost back, you'll have to use the other thing I sent you, the potion. Just drink the potion right before you touch him, and you'll be able to get back what he's stolen… sort of. See, because he's treated his body so badly, you'll end up with some of the effects, meaning you'll become a beefy bear like he is instead of a muscular jock. Luckily you should be able to work off that extra weight if you keep exercising like you have been. I hope you can get the body you want one day, and you enjoy watching your uncle go from burly to weakling

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With the world cup going on, everyone's wearing their soccer shirt. Someone forgot theirs in the locker room. Seems to be brazilian, but not from any team I know… maybe a college one?

You put on the mysterious shirt you found (Seriously what is it with people wearing found clothes?) but it didn't stay on your body for long. A Brazilian stud like you can't keep the goods hidden for too long after all! Now you're shirtless, sauntering your way through campus, heading to a party to get drunk, show off, and watch the football game with your manos from the team. have fun!

[alphajocklover]

Hey bro, I’m so sick and tired of being a little twink. Is there a way that I could become a huge dilf? I’m ok with any side effects. I’m also an Aussie and would love my accent to be deeper and sexier.

“Wake Up Mate!”

You looked over upon hearing these words, wincing as the blazing sun hit your eyes and raising your hand to try and block it out long enough to see who had spoken. Before you was a blond, ruggedly handsome man who looked to be wearing only speedos, sunglasses, and a cocky smirk. Just being near the man made you feel insecure, unable to stop yourself from comparing his tan muscles to your scrawny and ridiculously pale self, but you decided to put your insecurity to the side in order to make room for your confusion.

“I’m sorry, you talkin’ to me?” You asked, looking at the studly blond man curiously. The hunk suddenly scowled, his disdain for you eminent in his eyes, even with the stylish dark sunglasses on. “Piss off ya drongo, I’m not talking to you.” He said with a sneer that slowly turned into a smirk as he continued to speak “I’m talking to him. Is this what you want mate? Wanna let this pathetic gronk make the whole continent look bad? Time to wake up mate! Time to be a real Aussie bloke.” He said with a charming, arrogant grin

You stared at the man for a moment, confused? What was he going on about? His words were so toxic and odd, but they seemed to echo in your head as he spoke. You could feel the sun's rays on your skin, and see that the blazing light of the sun seemed to grow stronger and stronger as the words seemed to drown everything out. The light grew brighter and brighter, blinding you, as the echo became a scream.

Wake up Mate. Wake up Mate. Wake up Mate. WAKE UP MATE!

You felt yourself stumble back as the light that had filled your eyes and the words that had filled your mind suddenly disappeared, leaving your body even quicker than they had forced their way in. Although, your body didn’t feel like yours anymore. Your shirt was gone, as were your swim shorts, replaced by a speedo and what looked to be a good amount of pure aussie beef. You could see your reflection in the water nearby. You looked older… manlier. Like a proper bloke. You felt a cocky grin come across your face as your new mind kinked into gear and your old self dissipated. You swaggered over to the other man, the blond beach stud who had brought your inner aussie bloke out into the open.

“I’m awake mate!” You said, your far voice deeper and sexier than before “Now c’mon you absolute wombat, lets go find ourselves some shelias.” 

The blond grinned back at you, patting you on the shoulder like a true brother as you two headed off to find some chicks. You knew that soon the whole beach would be filled with real aussie men like you and your friend. Soon, the entire world was going to wake up.

[testostories]

The Neighbours' Son

David had had enough.

The neighbour's son had been left alone for the week with his parents off on vacation. Their cab had barely left the street in the time it'd taken Cole to transform their otherwise idyllic home into his very own frathouse. He'd invited girls over to get up to god knows what (though the muffled sounds behind the wall painted a fairly vivid picture), guys tore up the lawn with their trucks, hauling kegs over their shoulders, and they blared the most obnoxious music into the early hours of the morning.

David had tried biting his tongue. He'd been young once, knew Cole might just need to blow off some steam, but when the music persisted night after night and he'd half the college populace passed out on his lawn he knew he had to go see Cole.

He woke during the night with a pounding headache. In stumbling down to the front door he noted cramp in every muscle, pain in every bone, and that his vision'd become somewhat hazy. Hardly surprising from all the tossing and turning he'd done. A lazy smirk warped across his face as he rubbed away sleep with a fist, kneaded his boner with the other, then stepped out onto the lawn barefoot.

There were bottles and cans everywhere, half-eaten pizza in vomit-stained boxes, all the dudes and dudettes he'd seen from the window passed out in various states of bliss and regret. Must've been one helluva party. He whistled in...appreciation? at how hard they'd gone and padded with a lazy swagger in nothing but his tented underwear to go locate Cole.

He gave a confrontational up-nod once he'd been located.

"Yo, Dickweed!" he'd called with mock bravado. He'd even made a point of squaring up as he crossed towards the jock, realising only when they bumped chests that they were the...same...height...? Must be the lighting. The music thumped again and he had to remind himself why he'd sought Cole out in the first place. "We gotta talk about this party, man."

"Yeah?" Cole's smile was downright predatory, as though privy to a joke Dave was ignorant of. He shoved a cup of sloshing lukewarm beer-piss at him, which his neighbour accepted all too casually.

"Yeah!" Dave gurgled, indignant. "Cos you know it ain't a party 'til THE MAIN EVENT ARRIVES!" He threw both arms over his head at that, hollering for the crowd's benefit and to be heard above the music. And bizarrely enough, word of his presence seemed to resuscitate them from their stupor cos everyone knew Cole threw the best parties but the neighbours' son? He was a goddamn animal.

And with his parents off on vacation, they all wondered what kind of state Dave'd be in by the time they got back.

[redpilledredneckson]

Fagnotizing Feet

“Ok bro, you weren’t kidding about your cardio routine.” Brian dropped his gym bag on the floor, kicking off his shoes. “I feel like I could collapse at any second.”

David chuckled. “Couch is over there, make yourself at home.”

David removed his own shoes as Brian stumbled into the living room and collapsed onto the sectional. Brian was shirtless, a thick sheen of sweat covering his body. David did not mind that it was probably soaking into the couch; he too was covered in his own layer of salt.

While both were over six feet and of similar builds, David was surprised when Brian had started up a conversation between the two of them. Being as muscular as he was–though not as bulky as Brian–David had always classified himself as more of a boy-next-door type. Brian though was a true gym rat through and through, eager and jockish in every respect. So when David eventually explained his rigorous cardio routine to him, Brian had taken it upon himself to join David as a challenge.

“Brooooo…” Brian moaned, kicking his long legs out onto the coffee table. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get back up.”

“I’ll let my girlfriend know,” David rolled his eyes, approaching the scene. “She’s coming over in an hour or so, but you’re welcome to stick around.”

“A girlfriend?” This piqued Brian’s interest. “How long have you two been going out?”

“A couple of years now. It’ll be three in October.”

“Dang!” Brian readjusted into a manspread, placing one foot on the ground and the other right out in front of David. “Be honest, is the sex good?”

David, immediately flustered. “What! Dude, you can’t ask me that.”

“Oh c’mon, it’s just us bros,” Brian said. 

David looked down, his eyes landing on the coffee table. “I’m not gonna answer that.”

“Ok, ok,” Brian surrendered a bit, scrunching his toes. A small waft of his foot funk was released up into the air. “Can you at least tell me if she’s got a good rack?

David remained silent, his eyes trained on Brian’s foot. He had not realized how big Brian’s feet were.

“Looking at you I’m guessing you could score something good,” Brian continued. “Definitely a B, maybe even a C?”

“D,” David answered, softly lowering himself to the floor. He wanted to get a better look at Brian’s feet. Why was he so curious about another man’s feet? Why did he want to know how big they were? Why did he want to know how they smelled?

“D!” Brian remarked, not paying attention to the scene unfolding on the other end of the coffee table. He wiggled his toes again. “Dang bro, you have game!”

“The sex is amazing too,” David blurted. Brian’s feet looked so soft. They were so meaty, so welcoming. And as David drew closer, his nose began to register their funk too. It was pungent, sour even.

“You’re kidding!” Brian groaned. “I’m so jealous of you man. I feel like I’ve just been tossing chicks back and forth and have yet to find one that’ll stick. I hope you know how good you’ve got it.”

Brian then flexed his foot subconsciously. It was a small movement, but enough to dilate David’s pupils. Thoughtlessly, David leaned forward, taking a tentative sniff. Like a drug, the inhale instantly triggered every nerve in David’s body, alighting him with pleasure.

Eventually, Brian registered that the conversation had become one-sided. He turned to face David, but was startled to find his new buddy at his foot, his eyes bloodshot.

“Fuck!” It was too late. Before Brian could pull his foot away, David’s face plunged into his giant sole, his tongue dragging across every curve and gathering every glob of sweat and cheese. Brian should have been more cautious, he always got too chill when he was with his bros. He had really been enjoying his time with David, even if it had been short. But now Brian had blown it, and he watched as the familiar consequences of his actions played out.

It always started with the height first, removing inch after inch from Brian’s latest mistake. Typically, the poor victim would end up under the average male height. Brian watched as David shrunk before his foot, aptly fitting his estimation. Then came the muscle drain. It was painful to watch anyone lose their physique, especially a seemingly all-around good guy like David. But there was nothing Brian could do to prevent David from losing his jock status and becoming nothing more than a scrawny beta.

The last phase was the worst though: the conversion. During his teenage years, Brian had not thought of his feet as special by any means. Sure they were large–Size 15 to be exact–but what other high school athlete did not have big smelly feet? Brian soon discovered though that his feet had a “fagnotizing” power to them, transforming their victims into smaller, weaker, homosexual versions of themselves. It first happened to his childhood best friend Alex (Lexi), then a few guys on the football team (Nick to Nico, James to Jamie, Michael to Milo), and then some accidental strangers through college (Skylar, Luca, Zeke, Finn). 

Brian had gotten better at keeping his dogs housed in recent years, but every now and then he slipped up like he just had. Mentally, Brian added David to his growing list, watching as a small lump became more prominent in the smaller man’s shorts. For David’s sake, Brian hoped that the manhood had been that size originally, although deep down he knew it had been bigger.

“Brian…” the faggot continued lapping at Brian’s sole. His voice had notably gotten higher. “You’re tho hot, Brian!”

“Yeah, I know,” Brian replied, uninterested. Not only had he just lost a friend, but he had no interest in the new faggot embarrassing himself before him. “Look, uh, are you about done down there?”

The faggot twitched, his dick throbbing. “Yeth!”

The feminine lisp made Brian cringe. Then, an idea popped in his head. “By any chance, you’re not straight, are you, David?”

“No! I’m a good faggy boi for you, Thir!” the faggot exclaimed, as if he was being tested. “And itth Davey.”

Brian chuckled. “You wouldn’t mind then if I slept with your girlfriend, would you?”

“It would be an honor, Thir!” Davey felt himself getting close. “Pleath take my girlfriend! Pleath take anything you want from me!”

Brian nodded his head, smirking as the faggot busted at his feet. Palming himself, Brian realized this situation may not have been so bad after all.

[redpilledredneckson]

Free Sample

“Want to try a free sample of our new drink?”

Anders looked from his boyfriend, Kevin, to the small booth. Admittedly, he was shocked the stand even existed, promoting a new beer out in public felt off, if not outright illegal. Not only that, but the marketing of the stall definitely clashed against the liberal arts college in its background–the cheaply-made AI American front was not exactly welcome by any means.

“Uh, we’re good, thanks,” Kevin said, beginning to walk off. Anders grabbed his boyfriend’s arm before he could get too far.

“What?” Kevin registered Anders’s face. “You’re not serious.”

“C’mon, who doesn’t love a little day-drinking?” Anders teased.

“When did you start liking beer?”

“I don’t.” Anders’s next class was mathematics, and although he had a high grade, he dreaded the exam that awaited him. “That’s the joy of a free sample, right?”

The man at the stand grinned, presenting Anders with a tall can. Anders took it, a bit surprised. He had been expecting a cup with a few ounces inside, not a whole can.

“Uh, thanks!” Anders said.

“Trust me, dude, you’ll be thanking me.”

Anders then grabbed Kevin and scurried off. Minutes later, they found a private space to tuck away, taking a seat beside each other on a bench.

“You’re going to have to drink some of this with me.” Anders realized the beer not only looked out of place against the campus, but against himself too. A skinny guy in a sweater and polished jeans drinking a brewski midday? Definitely not a match made in heaven.

“No way,” Kevin replied. Anders chuckled and popped open the tab. From the smell, it was evident that there was nothing miraculous inside the can. It was beer.

“Cheers?”

Rolling his eyes, Kevin mimed a fake can to clink against Anders. Anders took a swig and took a painful swallow.

“God, that’s disgusting.”

“No way!” Kevin sarcastically offered. “A gay man doesn’t like beer, groundbreaking.”

“Ok, challenge accepted.”

Before Kevin could question what the challenge was, Anders brought the can back to his lips. He took two gulps instead of one this time.

“Still nasty?”

“Not as-” Anders paused to cough. “NoT AS Bad as the first time.”

Anders voice violently hiccuped before dropping down, below it’s typical register. Kevin was about to object but Anders already had the beer moving down his throat again. Anders's throat vibrated with each swallow, pushing out his Adam’s apple further and further.

“Anders?”

Anders stopped momentarily, this time burping. “Uh, yeah?”

Kevin’s face twisted slightly. “Why is your voice so deep?”

“Uh, it’s always been like this?” 

Without allowing Kevin to respond, Anders continued drinking again. It felt like the beer was now travelling past his throat and through his veins. Anders had never had this much beer before, if ever, but he could see why other people loved the stuff. There was a new energy spreading out across his torso and into his arms and legs.

“Anders?” Kevin’s face was growing more confused by the second. “Anders!”

“-What, man!” Anders gasped, letting out another, longer burp. He scratched idly at the chest hairs spilling over the top of his collar. It felt looser than he remembered.

“There’s something wrong with that beer!” Kevin reached for the can, but Anders moved it away out of reach. This should have surprised Anders, as he had always been the shorter of the pair. “You have to stop drinking it.”

“Why though?” Anders countered. “I’m beginning to like it.” 

Nearly half the can was gone. Anders wanted to pound the rest before class and Kevin was distracting him. Where was he going again? Mathe…nomics? Economics? Did not matter, he had more drinking to do.

“Wait!” Kevin protested as Anders began chugging again. At first, Anders was able to get away with the drinking in silence, despite having to readjust his position on the bench. Being as muscular as he was did that to a guy–he was never fully comfortable. Plus his shorts were riding up his thick, furry thighs and fondling his pouch nicely. Anders was surprised to find himself growing hard, harder than he had ever been before. It was like his pouch had grown somehow.

“Stop!”

Kevin moved in again but this time Anders was ready, holding his scrawny opponent back as he neared the bottom of the can. Anders found himself impressed by his thick arm and the bush spilling out from underneath his exposed armpit. There was something so manly about it. Manly like his cross necklace, manly like his stubble and backwards cap. 

Manly like this beer, and manly like the other men who probably drank it. The other men who drank this beer were probably rednecks. The other men were probably Christian. The other men were probably Republicans and wanted to Make America Great Again. Anders was manly like the other men. He was like the other men. He watched sports and owned a truck and even chased pussy like the other men. Maybe there were no other men–maybe Anders was one of those men.

Kevin was eventually released, not bothering to continue to fight as he watched the last drops of the beer go down the throat. Victoriously, the alpha male released a final belch, spitting directly in Kevin’s face.

“Fuck bro, that’s the stuff,” Drew finally said. “Go grab me another one, bro. Say that you want a sample for yourself.”

[redpilledredneckson]

(Just Another) Straight White American Redneck

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t-”

Gabriel’s heart stood still, fearing the man towering over him. How had he even gotten in this situation in the first place? All he had needed was a lighter or even some matches to get the grill started at his parents’ cabin, which he had asked to loan out over the weekend. The college freshman had noticed the neighbor–and his brutish handsome qualities–before and decided to make the walk over. He imagined the worst case scenario would be that the man was not home. The best was that he would help him light the grill. And that the man would find Gabriel charming and adorable and would bend him over and the two would begin a secret affair.

Once Gabriel arrived, he assumed that the man was not home. The rusty truck Gabriel usually saw in the driveway was missing. But just as he was about to leave, he noticed that the front door was unlocked. Curiously, Gabriel stepped into the cabin. Taxidermy, rustic paintings, and antique furniture decorated the wooden space. It stunk of cigarettes and beer.

The red flags became more visible the farther Gabriel went in: a MAGA hat on a chair, a Confederate flag by the bathroom, at least three guns lying around (who knew how many were out of sight). Gabriel refocused and proceeded with his mission, venturing over to the small kitchen which, to his slight disgust, had not been cleaned in what looked to be weeks. He opened every drawer and cabinet but found nothing. Gabriel then proceeded to a closet, then another, and eventually found himself inside one of the two bedrooms. 

Unlike the other which was a bit barren, this bedroom was certainly lived in. Quilts were pulled back as if someone had just left the bed. The closet, which had more flannels than Gabriel had ever seen in his life, was disorganized. The space was musty, masculine but in a comforting way. Gabriel was not surprised to find himself chubbing up a bit. Lustfully, he knelt down to the dirty clothes hamper, shyly searching through the treasure trove. 

Gabriel struck gold right away–a dirty sock, thoroughly stretched and abused. A deep sniff sent a shiver of ecstasy down Gabriel’s body, the pure musk enrapturing him. Then he discovered the boxer shorts, their plaid long faded. The college freshman nearly squealed with delight when he located sweat stains, bringing the distended fabric to his face. Gabriel was too distracted by his pervy desires to recognize the shadow falling over him. He did hear the creak of the wood behind him though, immediately twisting his body to find the man looming over him.

“What the fuck do you think yer doin’ here, son?”

His voice shook like thunder, a gravelly weight that crushed Gabriel’s argument before he even had a chance to speak it into existence. The man was certainly over six feet tall and had enough meat on his body that if he laid on Gabriel, he could suffocate him. He was more bear than man with all his hair and muscular bulk, something that in any other situation would have truly turned Gabriel on. Well, Gabriel actually was turned on. Everything besides his cock was terrified, especially when he noted the gun perched right inside of the man’s jeans.

Gabriel stuttered out a response but the man shut him up real quick. “Ya think it’s ok to just walk into another man’s property like this?”

“No! I was just…just looking for-”

“For what, exactly?” The man then noted his discarded laundry slightly behind Gabriel. Gabriel sat frozen as the man put together a conclusion. “Fuck, yer nothin’ but a horny lil faggot, aren’t ya?”

The slur slapped Gabriel in the face. He had never been called it before, but now that the truth was out and proud it stung.

“Yer a degenerate that’s fer sure,” the man spat. “I oughta put ya in yer place ‘fore somethin’ like this happens again.”

Gabriel watched as the man’s hands moved towards his gun. Gabriel’s mouth opened to beg for mercy, ready to plead for his life, but the man simply dropped the gun onto the bed beside him. Then, he undid his belt and let his jeans and boxers fall to the floor, unveiling a massive, hairy cock. The wave of masculine musk splashed into Gabriel moments later, silencing his mind.

“Yeah, that’s good, son,” the man’s voice was warm, drawing Gabriel closer. “That’s a good, obedient cum dump.”

Gabriel did not know what to do. He decided to simply follow the man’s orders.

“Don’t resist it.” The tip of the man’s girthy cock touched Gabriel’s lips. Without thought, Gabriel opened his mouth, letting the guest enter. “All nine inches and, yeah, there ya go.”

Despite it being his first time, Gabriel was surprised by how easy the entire cock fit inside of his mouth. It was a strange realization to discover that he was a natural. Then, he felt the man’s hands place themselves on either side of his skull. With a grunt, the man began thrusting back and forth like a drill.

“Hold…still…son!” The man grunted, picking up speed. Gabriel could barely breathe, and when he did, all he inhaled was the ball sweat of the man’s giant bush. He was powerless as the man used him. Was this some kind of sick ritual? Was the man trying to scar Gabriel for life? If so, it was sort of working. Gabriel’s eyes began to water; he should have never come into this stupid house. He should have just skipped the grill and found something else to eat. But instead Gabriel was here, being used as a hole. The man unloaded himself into his stomach. Gabriel could do nothing as the man’s magmatic flow swirled down his throat and pooled within his stomach. 

“That oughta fix ya up, son,” the man grunted. His cock came out of Gabriel’s mouth with a thick plop! He then proceeded to reassemble himself, pulling up his boxers and jeans like nothing had happened.

Gabriel groaned, his stomach felt bloated. 

“Dontcha worry,” the man assured, replacing his gun. “Yeuh’ll be dandy here in just a few minutes.”

“What…?” Gabriel mumbled, slowly standing up. He felt disoriented, as if the world around him was shifting. Gabriel had expected to find himself at eye level with the man’s pectoral shelf. When his vision finally cleared, he was surprised to find himself facing the man’s beard. 

“Hmmmm, a lil shorter than I woulda liked,” the man said, disappointed.

“How did I…?” Again, Gabriel felt nauseated, as if he was going to puke. Something in his stomach gurgled unnaturally. Gabriel lowered his head, surprised to find the front of his shirt shaking. Panicked, he immediately stripped to get a better view. He had been skinny before, but now there was undeniable definition to his torso. And a tan, and hair.

“What…what did you do to me?” Gabriel nervously asked, although he was not sure if he wanted the answer. He felt his upper chest begin to tingle, watching in horror as it filled out slightly with a sturdy pair of pecs.

“Isn’t it obvious, son?” The man’s tone was belittling. “I redpilled ya.”

“You…what?!” Gabriel’s arms went numb. In seconds they began to ripple, bulking up with lean muscle as the veins corded themselves down the tanning skin. Brown hairs sprung forth all the way to his hands, which grew larger and calloused. Dirt shoved itself underneath his nails as they became misshapen.

“Are ya deaf, son? I redpilled ya.” The man spoke as if it was the most obvious thing. “No use in ya bein’ a lousy fag, so I decided to man ya up.”

Gabriel still did not understand, but he was interrupted by the uneasiness in his lower limbs. Feeling the tightness around his waistband, Gabriel lowered his shorts and underwear immediately, unbothered by the fact that the other man was still in the room. Gabriel’s thighs vibrated, fattening with each shake until they became two hairy logs. His calves strengthened too, bringing the new virility down to his feet which flattened out into a comparable size to the man’s. In fact, now that he thought about it, a lot of Gabriel’s changed body was comparable to the man’s.

“And there’s no better redpill than one straight from the hose,” the man continued. “Yeuh’ll be nothin’ more than my God-fearin, fag-sneerin’ rebel son in no time.”

“S-sOn?!” Gabriel’s voice cracked midway through this realization, losing some of its height and character in the process. His face began to rearrange itself, matching the qualities of the man before him but slightly softening them. Wide clefted chin, duller brown hair, thicker eyebrows and nose. Although Gabriel could not see him, he could feel the resemblance. He did not want to become this man’s son. He did not want to become just another straight white American redneck.

“Let me get ya some new clothes while ya finish up.” The man then left the room, leaving Gabriel alone. What was there to finish up? Was this his chance to escape? Gabriel mentally made the effort to move his limbs, any of them, but instead found himself stuck in place. He had to leave, he had to go back to his cabin. His cabin across the street. No wait, that was the neighbor’s cabin. This was his cabin.

Gabriel shook his head. Where did that thought come from? He had to escape from dad…no this man! He was smart, he was educated. He went to high school. No, home school. Yeah, and Sunday School of course, as every good American should. Pops made sure of that, and made sure he started learning about their heritage from the get-go. Like the great Confederation. His great-great-great-great granddad fought in the Civil War. Or was it his great-great-great-great-great granddad? Either way, God bless ‘em!

And God bless the troops who are fightin’ those wetbacks today! And fightin' the cryin’ libtards tryin’ to take control of their food and water and way of life. And can’t forget the trannies, pervin’ on those sweet lil ladies’ rooms. God, how Gabe wished he could be in those ladies’ rooms. No, no wait he was not like this! He did not want to be some repressed horny loser. Gabe was gay. He liked gu…g...gals. He liked their fat boobs and their wet pussies and everythin’ else his pops told him to like. Gabe fucked any dumb bitch he wanted to. It was his right after all. He was just doin’ God’s duty and bein’ a good American.

Just thinkin’ about impregnatin’ another chick had him throbbin’. His mighty man was pointin’ straight out, thick and heavy just like his pops. He’d have preferred to dump it in something warm, but instead he found his ole familiar friend grippin’ and tuggin’. With a masculine grunt, Gunnar came, spreadin’ his mighty seed onto his dad’s wooden floor.

“Quite the harvest there, son,” his pops laughed, tossing him some clothes. An old tee, dirty jeans, and a baseball cap. Gunnar's favorite cap! All hand-me-downs from his dad.

“Thanks, pops.” Gunnar got dressed and joined his dad in the living room. He plopped down on the old couch and cracked open the fresh beer offered to him. Gunnar felt like he was missing something. Being as dumb as he was, it took him a while to figure it out. Finally, the gears clicked into his head, digging his hand into his back pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

“Gotta light?” Gunnar asked, offering the pack to his father.

His pops smirked, taking the offer. “Of course son, all ya had to do was ask.”

[megaglatze84]

Steroids

[megaglatze84]

Job in the coolest diner in town

[megaglatze84]

Barkeeper

[fagwitch13]

Could you change me from a small gay twink into a huge cocky alpha dude? Like a soldier or bodybuilder or something like that?

You were the average college student, went to class on time, loved your boyfriend, and like most of your friends.. hated the military. They just perpetuated the toxic dudebro 'Alpha' mindset. Not only that they did more harm than good and served as useful idiots for the top 1%. At least that's what your professor says...

So you didn't think many kind things as you passed some new tent on campus. A few people in camo passed out flyers and smiled wide trying to tell students about some new VR thing. As you read the sign, a woman approached and handed you a pamphlet that talked about the tech in a bit more detail. Some kind of new VR game made a Dr. Reeder? That 'promises to be the most life changing experience can be used to train troops and be enjoyed by any citizen'

"You look like you enjoy video games" she said with a happy, almost to wide smile. You had to admit, there was the morbid curiosity, but you also did love games especially more experimental VR technology.

"Sure, I've got a little time before my next class I can check it out heh" You said after taking a sip of your iced coffee, looking over the info on the back of the pamphlet. She points you to a few slightly farther tents that are more enclosed for privacy and immersion purposes you assumed. Two men led you inside one and handed you a clipboard with a paper and pen.

"Just sign here, terms and conditions...you understand" the tough looking man said in a deep confident voice.

"Oh yeah that makes sense.." You signed and handed it back before they let you sit down in a chair. Putting the headset over your face, your vision becomes nothing but black as you hear them chuckle and say

"Get ready for the best game ever bro"

You started to feel a little worried, was something wrong with these dudes? Was this a bad idea? Maybe you should get up and take-

The screen turns on. Your vision is filled with red light as the words 'Produced by the US Military', As a deep commanding but caring voice plays and tells you to Relax. The light dims and brightens, before fading again, as the text slowly fades into a slow spiral.

"Relax....let the fear go, the Troops are heroes.... They keep our borders safe... They keep the world safe..." The voice spoke with such pure confidence, but what the hell? This could hardly be called a game! But for some reason your arms wouldn't move to take off the VR device

"To Fight the Army is treason... Treason is for cowards and the weak... Men must be Strong.... Men must serve their country" It continued as you felt drool begin to cover your chin.

Hours past, and you never left to get to class. Missed multiple calls from your boyfriend as you never heard your phone ring. You needed to get up... But your body won't listen, and you can even hear your voice speaking along with the one in the 'game'

"Never question orders....The president cannot be wrong... Soldiers must obey...." Eventually the headset is removed but that voice seems to echo and you can't think of anything else. You watch as your body moves like on autopilot, undressing and changing into military fatigues and saluting the other men who have this look of cruel situation. You return to your dorm and pack your things before returning, where a bus and a line of men, freshly changed like you wait to get on.

As the line slowly gets to you, you try to focus on your classes, your friends, anything to wake you up! But just as you can grab hold of a thought... it becomes drowned out by that repeating voice "Army is Unity... Army is heros... USA is the greatest and must be protected by the Best!"

The bus takes you far away, to a facility where they pump you full of some new kinda drug that makes your muscles swell overnight. Each day your body gets stronger and your mind gets weaker, that voice becomes even louder...until it's completely replaced your own. Perhaps you were right, the military does like useful idiots

Sorry for the delay! Life keeps us busy lol but I hope you enjoy @musclejedi-tameem ;3

[shrouded-stories]

MIX-MATCH

"It can't be that hard right?"

Wierd stuff been happenin', never spectid' none this ta happen! Ya know, with that virus! Can neva' be safe. Been staying inside with ma' wife hiding from those f#g creatures! One touch from them and ya down for the count! Can't take NO chances out there man!

Every night i turned the lights off and lock em' doors. The news be tellin' me everything! Gotta stay clear of them things. I don' told my wife to shoot me if I ever turn into one them things. And I stand by those words!

It's morning now but somethin' feels off, my wife's missing! I called out her name but nobody answered! Ima go down these stairs and go find er'!

_________

The old man heads towards the stairs and starts heading down, he stops periodically to listen in for any sound. He finally hears some footsteps and rushes down to confront whoever is in his house. Once he finally makes it down the stairs he starts searching every room.

First, the bathroom. The closet is still neat and tidy. The bathroom tub is clear and the sink looks fine, once he exits the bathroom. A figure bolts across a hallway into the living room. The old man seems scared and starts approaching the room. He hears heavy breathing and hard footsteps but can't find out were the person is.

He enters the living room looking around. He feels a dark presence on him before getting shoved to the ground. Turning around, he sees a bug hulking man with tattoos on his body. He has a devious smile, tounge out. Swaying his hips as if he has caught his prey. He moves closer to the old man who is begging for mercy, but the big himbo is ready to convert him into a massive muscle daddy

He starts taking off his pants revealing his big huge cock. Even it has tattoos on it. He swings it back and forth in front of the man, the old man refuses and resist the himbo but that's not enough. The himbo restrains the old man onto the ground. He moves up and down, stroking his cock on the man's stomach while holding his hands down. He moves closer and closer before thrusting his dick into the man's mouth. The man screams and gags on the dick before being fucked into submission. His mind fades and the himbo unleashes his load into his mouth. The cum starts to transform the man.

"Oi papi! My seed gonna make you feel so good amigo!" The himbo says slighly. The old man's body starts to age regress as his muscles grow bigger and bigger. New Clothes start to apear on him, making him look like a true himbo cowboy. His pecs grow into huge pillows that burst out the new clothes. His stomach turns into a dad bod mix of fat and abs. A true perfect sexy mixture that could hypnotize the straightest man.

The old mans mind corrupted by the seed, he now begins his new journey of spreading the seed for more men to enjoy. Body hair starts to grow all over his body, giving him a sensational tingle everywhere. His pecs are now the perfect fluffy pillows, he opens up his shirt even more than it already was, looks out the window and flexes his pecs for the whole world to see. It's his turn to spread the seed. His cock grows bigger, harder and harder. He's ready for his first sexy mission