#f2m transformation

[abstractvanity32]

Season 3

Wrong Hotel Room

Kara was walking around this hotel. It seemed like your normal Marriott type hotel but it held a weird magic power that could effect the people staying there in various ways.

Kara went into her room and as she went in she saw the things in her room change. Her clothing became folded up male button up shirts. Khakis. And she looked at her shoes on the ground changing into size 13 men’s shoes.

Kara was shocked but in the coming moments her body began to grow and get larger. Muscles filled out. Her breasts became pecs, as a dusty of hairs appeared on them and went down to her hardening stomach.

He felt a pulling sensation as his new cock formed between his thickening legs, as his feet began to grow and expand. The toes thickened and heels became calloused. They broke out of his small sandals, as Kara looked the mirror to see his face changing in front of his eyes.

Hank watched as his hair receded and finished changing. His face aged and changed as his features became more mature and into his 40s. His hairline receded upward, as blue trunks appeared on his legs. Hank’s mind quickly reset as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Time to get a swim in” he said thinking about going to the hotels pool.

[tsalexisandrews]

Changing it up with pink tonight!

[guyinthegreycloak]

Why am I in your Boyfriend?

"Why am I in your boyfriend? Hannah, this is really weird. You didn't forget I'm gay, right?"

She retorted, "Of course not, I want you to slay and be fully gay in that cheating asshole. Speaking of which, feel free to use his bubble butt. It's never been used."

"Oh... Well. My body... is nobody in it? Won't it die without a soul or something?"

She looked shocked, "I didn't think about that."

"Well, I'm not dying to leave this body now... so I'm going to let you guys be. And I'll go and be a gay version of Austin. I expect you'll help me later with the bank account and life details later, right?"

She nodded with a face of guilt.

But this body is a big hit down at the gay club. Austin even looks gay. That really helps me attract long lines of men and stares.

This face is so pretty. And the piercing eyes.

Fucking Austin Lucons is packing a big dick. I didn't think to check it out until I was about to get down and dirty with a stud. Must be 8.5 inches long if I had to guess.

He was moaning in ecstasy. Men are going to talk about receiving my dick in the hole like it's some kind a legend. Until it actually becomes one.

Perhaps, as a cosmic joke, after the next few months, some mystical force granted my dick a strange new power.

In a dream I had I was told, "In every generation, one person at a time. One dick. Becomes the Fountain of Youth. Only transferred when the last owner dies. You are the new Fountain of Youth. You may taste it, share it, or conceal its power."

Out of curiosity, I tested it on some 29 year old twink, and he moaned like constant shockwave blasts and chills ran him through. His hair grew thicker. More energy. More of a sex drive like he being horny for his first time.

I used it on every cutie I liked. Word got around. And I liked how everyone wanted me. It was intoxicating.

But then some men in black suits showed up. Threw me in a van, and I'm being drained every hour and my cum is being placed in bottles, probably for the ultra wealthy and powerful.

Austin's body was supposed to be a blessing, not a curse in disguise. That witchy friend of mine better save me somehow. Putting me in her boyfriend, and now this...

I'm a fucking cumming life battery... they could keep me doing this for thousands of years if they force feed me my own... cum. I was drained like a cow for 3 weeks.

I was barely awake when Hannah showed, "hey, bestie. How you slaying the dragon? I might have slayed about 150 agents on the way in here. I combined them into a giant ball of blood, and left it outside. They're probably scared. Governments might hate magic, but they fear it more."

She turned a door into a portal, and dragged me through it after she grabbed a jar of my magic cum...

She sat me down, and offered a deal. "You need protection. I'll gladly give it. But I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Remember I'm gay?" I said confused.

"Right. I forgot to add, I'll let you pick who my new body will be. Any man, and we'll be a gay couple."

"Kinda strange, but alright. Let's try."

1 week later.

"You have great taste in men's bodies." My new boyfriend Matt said.

And we flip fucked. Despite my 8.5 inch dick having magic, his is much larger, at 10.8 inches long, and 6 inches girth. Now, this is the stuff of legends in bed.

"Please go slower." I said, as Matt thrusted inside me.

"You don't go slow when you're inside me... fair is fair as love is love. Don't you want me to love you at full speed?"

I choked on my words, "uh of course, I do. Pound me into oblivion. And feed me my own cum to restore my vitality if you must."

Matt erected his dick to full size in seconds. And was focused on doing just that. Sending me into a place between oblivion and ecstasy.

We were going to live forever. My dick and Matt's powers. No contest.

[possessedesires]

Law Of Restoration Of Consciousness

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Law Of Restoration Of Consciousness

“The National Budget and Health Resilience Act was passed last night by a narrow margin, after three days of legislative gridlock. Although the opposition voted unanimously against the controversial “Section 404” – the hidden amendment that allows the expropriation of criminal biological substrates – the need to release emergency funds forced the Senate to pass the entire package. Today, the bodies of inmates no longer belong to the State; they belong to the repair market. In the highly controversial Restitution of Consciousness Act” – The radio blared in the middle of the Transfer Center. The first of many across the country, while orderlies, doctors, nurses, and the patients themselves were moved throughout the facility, police officers awaited the necessary “shipping” to begin operations.

The Law of Restitution of Conscience was an initiative that proposed to prevent overcrowding in the country's prisons and, at the same time, allow those incarcerated to "give back" to society. And how? Quite simply, with their bodies.

To repair the damage committed, for being unable to settle their debt with the other affected party, or even for crimes of "force majeure", the prisoner would undergo a process where their body would be rehabilitated and given to someone else so that their conscience could have a second chance in that body. Those considered for the procedure would include victims of the same offender, family members, terminally ill individuals, and even others who wished to acquire a new body and donate a significant amount of money to the state.

Complaints, objections, and other demands were swift, claiming it was an inhumane and extreme treatment, going beyond existing forms of penance. However, there was no alternative but to let the project proceed once it was approved. And today was the big day.

— Are you ready? – a nurse whispered to Stacy as she wheeled her into the procedure area. Light streamed through the windows as she gazed out at the clinic's green space.

Stacy had been attacked by her ex-boyfriend a couple of months earlier at her home. The confrontation had been so violent that she had fallen from a third-story window, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. Because of this, she was one of the first to be considered for the project.

Even the law had certain adjustments to make (like the issue of gender and which bodies each person would end up in), but for her, that wasn't a problem. She wanted that jerk to pay, and what better way to do it than by taking his body?

On the opposite wing, but heading in the same direction, some officers were bringing the guy in, holding him by both arms. He had stopped struggling a while ago, resigned to what was about to happen, his gaze darting from side to side.

When they finally converged, they were seated in a procedure room, which looked more like some kind of strange dentist's office with two examination chairs, a machine between them, and above them, two helmets with wires and tubes connected to them. They sat each of them in their respective place while the doctors administered a couple of IV drips, sedatives, and solutions necessary for the consciousness transfer.

Stacy smiled as soon as she felt the helmet being lowered, gripping the straps against her chin. Everything was proceeding normally until her ex-boyfriend started screaming in panic, trying to break free and get up to run away, but it was useless.

— NO, PLEASE! WAIT, WAIT. THIS IS WRONG, I'M SORRY, OK? I'M SO SORRY! – He was hysterical, moving from side to side to no avail. The machine began to growl with the force of volts coursing through it. The energy leaped mercilessly against the helmets, jerking them both around. Stacy gritted her teeth and hands, resisting. Brad, her ex-boyfriend, continued screaming in terror until everything faded to black.

Stacy felt almost as if something had enveloped her in the darkness, a bony hand that threw her to the opposite side of the room until she crashed into “something”. Her head throbbed when she opened her eyes again. Disoriented and seeing only blurry images, she felt them remove the straps and, almost instinctively, tried to stand. She ended up stumbling.

But what was different at that moment was that when her vision cleared again, she saw enormous feet in front of her, masculine, completely unlike anything she was used to.

And best of all, she could feel them again. Not only that, she watched with fascination as those fat toes responded to every stimulus she sent. The dampness they felt, the cold ground against the soles of her feet – it was fantastic.

The doctors helped her to her feet to take her to an area where she could be more comfortable and continue performing tests while they left her old body behind; it didn't matter anymore.

The routine checkups and other examinations were a complete success. It was very different inhabiting Brad's body – more muscular, with his enormous pecs, gigantic biceps, and even all the tattoos scattered across his body. But the biggest difference (or rather, acquisition?) was undoubtedly his tool. Thick, long, and difficult to handle.

But Stacy loved it, finally having the upper hand. Those same biceps that had tore her like a rag doll were now hers, obeying her every command. The bad smell was also a huge problem, but she could adapt.

After all, she had a great life ahead of her, and she was certainly going to enjoy it. She didn't yet have a clear idea of ​​what path she would take next, but with Brad's body at her mercy, his attractiveness, strength, and charm, she was sure to do well. The only catch was that, sure, that body was straight as a kite, but with her inside, things would change drastically.

Anyway, it wasn't like Brad could complain or even see what she was doing with his body. Ah… Karma really was kind.

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Hey everyone!

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I really enjoyed writing this story, although I must admit it was a bit rushed, haha. But I liked the final result. I know I've already explored similar themes in other CORPUS.Inc's stories (which is basically the "origin" company of all these exchanges), or in my more recent story about police and new bodies, etc.

I wanted to ask if you enjoy these kinds of stories so I can bring you more on this theme, connected to CORPUS.Inc., perhaps in other areas of society, public services, etc.

Would you be interested?

For sure!

Mmm... Only sometimes

Nope

Voting ended onMay 29

If you have any particular ideas, I'd love to hear them. Thank you.

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[annoyingpoetryinfluencer]

[lucaisonsns]

Morning Jog

‎Who would've thought that the weird, magical spell I found on the internet actually works and lets me possess someone. Today, I possessed my older brother for a morning jog. He's wearing the outfit I gave him as a gift, the one he never wore because he thought the color was too feminine. But look at him now… doesn’t it suit him perfectly?

‎God, being inside him is so much better than I imagined. Every stride makes his muscles flex under my control, and I can feel the weight of his heavier body, the raw power in his legs, and the way his dick bounces and rubs against the shorts. I’m getting off on how wrong it feels, my arrogant older brother jogging in public like this, completely unaware that I’m the one puppeteering his body and enjoying every filthy second of it.

‎With his body, I barely break a sweat. I could run for hours… and I just might, because possessing him feels way too fucking good.

[menofcolorswitchbodiesagain]

Episode: All Mine!

‘’Are my boobs too small?’’

Imani said to her reflection while feeling her breasts.

‘’It has to be, why else would Keenan have dumped me?!´´

Or maybe I’m just not thick enough or skinny enough or maybe he just wanted some stupid rich white girl. No no no Keenan would never put his cock (oh yes that mighty thick black cock) in such a skinny snow white pussy.“

Why did this happen to me? I mean I thought I did everything right as a girlfriend I act nice, I dress nice, I smell nice, and let’s be honest I look hella fine, I’m a bombshell inside and outside. ’‘But I guess that’s just not good enough for him to stay with me.” Imani thought about her times with Keenan he was such a sweet guy and a beast in bed he knew how to use that thick cock of his simply said, being a real man. 

“That cock… oh God that fucking cock is all mine… not anybody else all of Keenan belongs to me only me!”

Imani began to feel hot a feeling of sexual arousal flowed through her veins. “I need to be with Keenan forever just one way or another!”

“Is that your greatest desire human?’' 

Imani looked shocked behind her to see who just said that but she saw nobody. ’'Great looks like my own libido has made me insane”’, Imani said to herself.

“Okay, I’m not insane! Who are you and where are you?! Show yourself!”

“Can’t do that human you see I’m a spirit and now and then a will grant a wish to a human who desperately wants something. And you human your cries could be heard far past the mortal realm.”

“So you can give me everything I want ?” Imani said. “Yes, but only one wish.” The spirit replied. “So do you want me to grant you your biggest desire to own that human called Keenan to have that as you stated: ’'that mighty thick black cock” all for yourself. Do you accept this wish?“

Imani remained silent for a few seconds it’s just all so crazy a spirit granting wishes was this all even real… it could not be, maybe I’m dreaming? Nah I never have such crazy dreams, not even in my sexual dreams. Maybe my intense emotions were playing with me… but if that’s the case I have nothing to lose right? ’'Yeah good thicking”, Imani she said to herself.

Imani looked at herself in the mirror with a smile and said, “yes spirit I accept the wish!” The spirit began to laugh, “as you wish human as you wish”. 

And then everything went dark.

…

Uhh, what happened to me? Why do I feel so sore?

“Come babe don’t let me down now we’re almost cumming, oh fuck yeah! You know how sensitive my nipples are.”

Babe? Cumming? Nipples? What’s going on?! Imani opened her eyes seeing a muscled man on top of her. 

He was getting his nipples massaged with a hand but not his own. Wait, is this my hand? 

“What the hell happened to my fucking hand?!” A booming baritone voice shot the words out Imani grunted as she felt something incredibly intense building up and reaching a climatic maximum. Imani lets out a deep, virile moan as he experiences her strongest orgasm ever. The man on top began to orgasm as well.

“That was nice wasn’t it”, the man said to Imani as he moved next to her and soon he fell asleep.

Imani still tired of there lovemaking looked down at herself.

“What the hell happened to me!” A booming baritone voice came out of her mouth again. The guy next to her slept trough-like as nothing happened. Imani’s breasts were replaced by beefy pecs, her once skinny arms were now packed with muscles and tattoos.

“I’m a freakin man!”

But that means… she moved the sheets that covered her lower body and saw her new, big black dick still erected and soaked in cum. She recognized it… “it’s Keenan’s cock!” She said with the voice of Keenan. ´´I’m Keenan!´´

´´Uhm yeah I know Bro, you okay?''

''You know, let's take a sec to rest''  The stranger said to her before falling asleep next to her.

Imani begins stroking her new manhood. Conflicting sensations went through her mind. This whole situation was a nightmare, she didn’t want to be a freaking man! On the other hand, though, the feeling of her new, big dick stirring was intoxicatingly pleasant. 

Imani looked at the man sleeping next to her. The one she just a few minutes ago just cumed into. I still can’t believe Keenan is gay! All this dick and still gay how? Ugh what a waste, she thought inside herself. Now I know why he dumped me not because I was not skinny, sexy, or white enough but I simply was too much woman for him yeesh.

Imani stumbled out of bed into Kaneen’s well her/his apartment, an angry and confused expression plastered on his/her new manly, bearded face as she/he looked in the mirror. But to her… it’s well, wrong!

Grotesque even! Her name IS Imani, dammit, and she IS a straight girl! She doesn’t want to be a bulky, black gay man! Since when is Keenan gay? And doesn’t this clearly mean that he never even liked her, the REAL her? Her crying intensifies. She felt so defiled, humiliated, and betrayed!

Imani looked back into the mirror looking at Keenan’s naked glory, her naked glory. In the end, she got her wish granted she wanted to be with Keenan and have his mighty cock all for herself and now she literally owns the whole package.

“Yeah maybe this is not so bad as I thought”, she said as she stroked his goatee.

“Yo Imani you’re the best girlfriend in the world but yeah I like dick so that’s it,” Imani said to Kaneen’s reflection saying that with Kaneen’s deep manly voice just made her cock hard again!

“Jesus such stamina big boy”!

It felt good to let that out. Imani felt adrenaline rushing through her like never before. She felt much better closing that part of her life off but now what? Imani still had to get used to this manly voice… It sorta fit the emotions she was feeling now, made her feel strong, commanding, even a bit intimidating! She never felt this way before. Maybe that wasn’t just adrenaline, Imani reasoned, maybe it’s her…well, Keenan’s testosterone…flowing through him…well, through her. Her? Him? So confusing. Technically, the body is a “him” and I owned it now. “This was HIS body, HIS name, HIS life.

I’m Keenan, I’m a big, tall black gay dude and I have a huge veiny cock!!” He marvels at its sight.

“This is mine! My penis… My big black dick!! Oohh yes… I… Ok, fuck it, I’m a man, I… my name is Keenan no more Imani … Oh god yess!!” He turns back to face the tall mirror, cock in hand. At the sight of himself, he immediately starts pumping hard on his rock hard shaft, grunting horny as testosterone flooded his brain. With each pump, the new Keenan pushed more and more of his former identity as a straight black woman out. 

I tried to put some underwear on when I got grabbed from behind.

“You don’t need those babe”. 

“Looks who finally got up, ready for round 2”, I said with a grin on my face. 

‘‘You already know the answer don’t ya.’‘ 

‘‘Yeah, I do’‘, I pulled him up and carried him with my strong arms to the bed. Our sweaty muscle bodies lay on top of each other as we began making out (again).

 ‘‘Oh yeah, that’s the spirit, Keenan!’‘ 

He said as he begins to moan as I slowly put my mighty cock inside him. 

‘‘Yeah, the spirit indeed’‘, I said hahaha, ‘‘the spirit indeed!’‘

THE END

Episode: All Mine!

Episode: All Mine!‘’Are my boobs too small?’’Imani said to her reflection while feeling her breasts.‘’It has to be, why else would Keenan ha

[beuxwhoyouare]

Raised You Better

My son Jasper was a good kid. He was a star soccer player in school and got a scholarship to play in college, so I only saw him on holidays. I missed him so much and looked forward to our quarterly reunions.

Well that was until his most recent visit. He was being so distant and when I finally inquired why he was acting differently, he finally admitted he actually dropped out to pursue being a personal trainer.

I was shocked. He's always been a model child and did all me and my husband expected of him. Maybe it was all our time away working? Maybe I should've been home more instead of being at the lab. It felt like a punch in the gut. I mean sure he knew what he was doing thanks to all his time training for soccer but that's not a way to build a life?

My husband and I did it right. We met in college and supported each other through our advanced degrees and worked our way up in an international pharmaceutical company. Personal training is just so...surface level. He's supposed to be better than us. That's what you want for your children. No no no this is no good. I'll have to set him on the right path.

I knew of a special program at work that was rooted in natural medicine and meditation with a mad science twist. I set up Jasper with the "Sports Nutrition" department at work but it was actually our new experiment. It looked like a TENS muscle stimulator on crack. Several wires shot out of a relatively large dark grey box with a screen and several sliders on one side. I sat connected on the other side of the wall connected with the pads all over the top of my head. All I had to do was wait for Jasper to get hooked up. We sold it to him as a scientific way to curb cravings for sweets and unhealthy things, like an ozempic shot for the brain. In reality, I was told that the machine would take positive attributes from one source and strengthen them in the weaker mind.

I saw the lights flicker and anticipated that he had already been hooked up to the machine. I just laid back and rested while focusing on the importance of getting a quality education. Eventually, I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again it was all so groggy. But I was sitting facing the opposite direction. I lifted my arms to wipe my eyes and gasped when I looked down. My boobs were gone and replaced with sizable mounds of muscle escaping a tiny white tank top. My arms and thick thighs now filled with tattoos....no?! This isn't supposed to be how it works

I told the lab techs who I am and that I was actually Meredith. They both looked at each other spooked but judiciously jotting down notes. After answering a few security questions, they agreed to believe that I was indeed not Jasper and it must be an unforseen side effect from the treatment.

That's when they explained the problem....When my body woke up, it also said it was Meredith. Could the experiment have basically overwritten the memory of my son with my own? I felt like I basically killed my own child. Grief swept over me. But then so did a bravado, a confidence, a giddiness? The two lab techs handed me a towel as they shyly avoided looking down at a tent forming in my shorts. Oh I guess the excitement led to a physical response.

In theory I get it as a scientist. I did in fact instill positive traits on my son. Granted, that also erased him seemingly. But also it's a chance at a new life full of new experiences. I'm a man now. And what a man indeed. I walked into the shower facility at the lab. I took off the outfit Jasper donned to the lab, if I was still a woman it'd be called skimpy and slutty. Tiny shorts with underwear built in and a virtually see through tank top. In two swift moves, I had taken everything off. I had seen my son naked as a child but this is different. He looked so much like his father....well I guess I looked so much like MY dad now. His genetics graced me well as I placed one hand on my pecs and another on my new dick. I squeezed both recoiling from the newfound pleasure. This was wrong right? Like I shouldn't be doing this....I felt disgusted with myself. No. This is for the betterment of Jasper's life. I'm going to let go of my past life....I'm Jasper now.

And what a life it will be. Years of playing sport and training, whew. I wasn't going to let him throw it away, I'll let it be a side job, maybe I'll own a business with a bunch of trainers under me but I won't be hustling like that. Not yet. I gotta learn the new me. I used my hands to trace the curves of each new tattoo, then moved on to each muscle. I poked and prodded before squeezing, then I remembered I had business to attend to. I took one hand and gently took hold of the warm fleshy rod under the steamy water pulsing down onto me. I pumped back and forth for a few minutes. Jasper was not sensitive at all...I shoved aside my reservations and gripped myself firmer and began jerking harder and faster. Eventually I introduced my other hand....oh he was girthy in the best way. I mean I am thick in the best ways. Harder and faster, it felt like I was floating outside of myself as my muscles took over almost like autopilot.

The steam radiated off my new musculature when it felt like I saw a flash of light. Shot after shot came out of my new rod. The lab walls had likely never seen a show like this but I was happy to christen them. The autopilot kinky thoughts continued to take over my new mind and body. I squatted down an licked the nearest wall as my cum dripped down. I knew Jasper was queer but I didn't know how he would respond to this kind of kink. I think he was a little freak because there was not one single butterfly in my stomach from this action. I quickly toweled off and headed to my apartment. I figured "Meredith" could find her way home.

The apartment smelled like a young male in college. A musk twirled around sweat and strong cologne. Foreign to me, but familiar to my new body. I couldn't control myself and ripped my clothes off...literally. My strength made it obscenely easy to tear them off in ways they weren't intended to. I wanted to try on all my new clothes. This body made everything look good.

My phone buzzed. It was one of "my" bros asking if I was coming down to the shoot. I played it off like I forgot and asked him to send me the "deets" again.

I threw on the nearest random shirt and bottoms and made my way to the warehouse address given. I guess "I" had agreed to help with the photoshoot to launch "our" new clothing line. A nearby table had Jasper's name on it and I quickly assumed the position taking off all my clothes and putting the skimpy clothing on. I channeled my new swagger as my bros began taking pics.

Oh I think I'm gonna like this. Hopefully I can find a cute twink or something soon. I really wanna put these thighs to work plowing someone's son or two.