#magic tf

[captainmalewriter]

Lady in the Pond

On a late afternoon in the park, Tim was catching some sunlight while laying down on a massive blanket with his favorite pair of expensive sunglasses on. As he rested, some random man walked up to him. Sensing his presence, Tim raised his shades and shot him a glare. 

“Hey, excuse me? You were with that old lady just now, right? What were you guys talking about?” the man asked. Tim looked confused. The man pointed towards an elderly woman who was painting a landscape portrait of the duck pond. 

“Her! Do you know her name?”

“Nahhhhh brah,” Tim threw his shades back on and laid back down with his arms behind his head. “Never talked to that old chick before. If that’s all you had to ask, step out the way lil bro, you’re blocking the sun. I’m tryna tan this 6 pack before spring break comes around.”

The man had a puzzled look on his face, but did not press Tom further and left. As Tim continued perfecting his tan, he began mentally mapping out which beaches should have the best parties. Loud music… Free drinks… And all the ass he could ever want, Tim smirked to himself. He was oozing with a confidence so arrogant, you would’ve never imagined that he was an elderly gentleman a mere hour ago.

***

There was a famous duck pond at the local park in town. During migration season, families would frequently spend the whole day hanging out at the park while watching the ducks play in the water. Among the usual patrons, there was a strange, old lady who arguably spent the most time at the duck pond. Every Sunday without fail, she would show up with a blank canvas and acrylic paints and just paint from sunrise to sunset. She had painted everything you could possibly imagine from the grassy landscape to silly portraits of ducks in tuxedos. She was a natural talent with the paintbrush.

So what made this old woman with a taste for art so strange? Well, for starters, nobody knew who she was. She had come to be affectionately known as the “Lady at the Pond” over the years, but nobody knew her real name. A handful of people have tried talking with her, but she only responded with head nods and maybe the occasional grunt if you were lucky. And, aside from her regular Sunday appearance at the duck pond, she was never seen anywhere else in town. It was as though she disappeared like a mirage once the sun set in the evening. She had become something of a local legend because of the mystery surrounding who she was. Although since she just kept to herself in her little secluded corner of the pond, most people just left her alone.

One day, on an ordinary Sunday afternoon, an elderly gentleman named Tim was passing through the park. Tim was from out of town and wanted to see the local hot spots. He had heard about the duck pond at a nearby cafe and decided to pay the ducks a visit. While enjoying his leisurely stroll around the pond, he came across the Lady at the Pond. She was mixing colors for the clouds in her next landscape piece. Tim knew a thing or two about art. He found himself mesmerized by the Lady’s handiwork as her pencil danced across the canvas like a feather in the wind. Her technique gave away that she was no amateur. Tim had no choice; he simply had to pay her a compliment!

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Tim approached her with his hat to his chest. “Forgive me for staring, but I couldn’t help but notice how excellent you are with that paintbrush! Could I trouble you with a few questions?” 

“Mmm…” the Lady hummed. Tim was disconcerted by her curt response, but decided it would suffice as a go-ahead. He then proceeded to ask her a multitude of questions ranging from her personal tastes in art to if she had ever painted on a professional level. However, despite Tim’s enthusiasm, most of his questions were met with silence. Only a select few questions garnered at most an affirmative grunt from the Lady, who never once stopped her creative process while Tim fired question after question. This lasted a long time until Tim finally had enough with the one-sided conversation. 

“Thank you for your time, ma’am, and my apologies again for disturbing you. Have a good evening.”

Tim excused himself, but before he could leave, the Lady slammed her brush down on her canvas stand. Tom froze. The Lady’s arms shot for her bag where she then produced a second blank canvas and a portable pop-up stool. Tim watched with wide eyes as she set up the stool at a frightening speed. Once it was ready, she returned behind her canvas stand, brush and color palette at the ready. 

“…What?” Tim asked. “You want me to sit?”

She nodded. Tom obliged. 

“Are you going to paint my portrait?”

She nodded again as she began taking mental measurements of Tim’s features. 

“Oh, no no,” Tim stood up. “I couldn’t possibly accept this—” 

The Lady cut him off mid-sentence and forced him back down onto the stool. She was unexpectedly strong for someone her age! Tim sat there, eyes blinking slowly. He then took out his wallet and pulled out a clean, hundred dollar bill. 

“Well then, at the very least, allow me to pay for your work.”

The Lady waved his money away. She let out an angry huff every time Tim insisted. Tim gave up after about a dozen attempts. It was becoming all too clear that the Lady was going to have her way no matter what. He adjusted himself into a comfortable position and gave his best smile for the Lady. Might as well make it a good portrait. 

Once Tim stopped protesting, the Lady closed her eyes and took exactly four deep breaths. Then, she stood there in complete silence. A minute passed without the Lady moving a single muscle. Then another. And another. Not a single sound. 

Tim grew uneasy as the minutes passed by. Could this be some sort of pre-painting meditation ritual? Tim wasn't sure, but before he could do anything, the Lady let out an ungodly shrill shriek. Her face was pointed towards the sky as she cried out for what seemed like an eternity. Once she was done, she began swiping at her canvas with an intense fury. Her brushstrokes were erratic and violent, the complete opposite of her sophisticated, gentle pacing from earlier. Tim watched with fearful eyes. He refused to break his pose lest the Lady lash out at him next. But little did he know that despite the Lady's wild new handiwork, she was in the middle of creating a masterpiece of a portrait. 

There was just one small catch… While the portrait's subject was indeed Tim, it was a painting of his younger self from his college days some 45 years ago. 

As the Lady continued her creative process, Tim began feeling a prickly sensation all over his face. He tried to ignore it at first, but the pain soon became too much. Tim broke his pose and grabbed his face. It was like the inside of his skin was being poked by hot needles. As Tim kneeled over in pain, all the loose skin from old age began stretching and constricting. His flabby double chin tightened until he had his old jawline back. All the gray hairs in his mustache regained their brown color. Locks of healthy, brown hair came out in sprouts on his bald dome until he had a full head of hair again. Soon enough, Tim's face had fully reverted to a younger version of himself. 

With the face of a college student and the body of an elderly man, Tim looked like a supernatural abomination. 

“Huh? What’s going on? What’s happening to me? What’s wrong with my voice?” Tim shouted with a youthful vigor he had not had in decades. His hands reached for his throat. The needles were moving down his body, and all the while the Lady continued working on her latest masterpiece. She dabbed her brush with a fresh layer of paint, then focused on the finer details of Tim’s private area. 

“ARGH FUCKK!!” Tim cried out. The needles were at his crotch now. He grabbed his nuts in pain as they swelled in size. He tried massaging them, hoping it would help soothe the pain, but all it did was make him moan. The pleasure was the most embarrassing part. His junk had become extra sensitive. Each touch sent another wave of warm pleasure throughout his crotch, causing him to moan obscenely. Within the next minute, Tim had experienced something he hadn't felt in a long time. A boner. It pressed against his pants, practically begging to be freed. 

“FUCK!! Ohhh fuck why does it feel so good!?” Tim could not stop rubbing himself as his old man cock reverted back to its former glory. Tim let out deep, guttural groans as he pawed at his throbbing rod. His balls bounced with each stroke he managed to give himself through his pants. Once his family jewels were back in prime condition, they got to work almost immediately churning out fresh loads of extra fertile seed. Each load meant another surge of testosterone pumped out into the rest of Tim’s body. The hormones helped speed up the rest of Tim’s age reversal. 

Tim arched his back as the warm, prickly sensation spread throughout his torso. All the flabby parts of his old body tightened. His thin, gray chest hair fell out to make space for new hair. His chest regained lost mass until each pec was nice, round, and firm with enough muscle to form chest dimples when he flexed. Each individual ab came out on his stomach with an audible pop, leaving him with a well-defined six pack with a fine layer of body hair. By the end of it, Tim's body had reverted back to his younger self. 

Tim was panting. He was sweaty and sore due to the sudden transformation. He noticed the Lady had finished painting. Tim stumbled over to the canvas stand on unsteady feet. He took one good look at the completed portrait, then fell to his knees. 

“H-H-How…? How d-did you know what I looked like when I was younger?” Tim looked up at the Lady. She remained quiet as usual. 

“Why am I so young again? You…! Wh-what did you do to me!?” 

Still no response. Although, there was a very faint smile that began cracking the Lady's face. The sight of it was enough to send Tim into a hyperventilating mess.

“You-YOU! You monster!!” Tim scrambled to get away from the Lady. “I don't know what you are or how you did this, but I'm telling everyone the truth about you!”

The Lady's smile vanished. She watched with a cold stare as Tim ran away. She grabbed her paintbrush, tapped it into the red paint on her palette, and swung it at the portrait, painting an ugly red circle on Tim's forehead. Once it was done, she smiled again. 

Meanwhile, Tim was in the middle of a mad dash to get as far away from the Lady as quickly as his legs could carry him. He made it just outside the park boundary when an intense headache brought him to a screeching halt. The pain shot throughout the center of his skull, causing Tim to grab his head while screaming in agony. Then, one by one, memories he had accumulated over his adulthood began disappearing. His encounter with the Lady in the Park. His massive 50th birthday party with the whole family. His retirement from a long career of firefighting. The birth of his only daughter. His wedding day. His college graduation. His first date with his beautiful wife, the woman who changed him for the better. It was all gone within minutes. The memory wipe was incredibly thorough, only stopping once he regressed to his old self. Tim had become 22 years old again, both in mind AND in body. 

Tim stumbled to get back on his feet. The world was spinning. Probably just a bad hangover again. Nothing Tim couldn't handle. He took a look at his surroundings. Tim had no idea where he was, but that didn't bother him too much. After all, a hottie wearing shorts that left little to the imagination just jogged past him. Tim watched the jogger's ass jiggle as they ran. Just the sight of that ass was enough to make Tim hard. There was already a precum mark in his boxers. When did that get there? Tim didn't know nor did he care. After all, he was about to score his next body. He was young, handsome, and strong with a confidence that practically glowed. He was him, and Tim knew that very well.

[next-gen-men]

Love your stories bro! Could you turn me into a big muscular daddy?

As you opened the last of your gifts, you were surprised to see one final box tucked in the back behind the tree. You didn’t remember getting a gift from anyone else, and when you looked over the strange box, there was no sender's name on the tag. It seemed innocuous enough, and it was a holiday gift addressed to you. It would be a waste not to open it!

Ripping through the wrapping paper, you found an ornate, wooden box. It looked expensive and old, something that definitely stood out among the other gifts you received. Carefully opening up the box, you were surprised to see a fancy lamp tucked inside. The lamp looked used, but the wear and tear on it did not detract from the elaborate and decorated designs on the side of the golden container. There were blood rubies along the handle that could likely gleam in the light if you spent some time cleaning off the sand and dirt. It looked like something that belonged in a museum, and for a moment, you wondered if this was really something you should own.

However, when you picked up the lamp, you were startled by an outpouring of blue and gold smoke. The fog billowed out from the spout of the lamp, filling up the room with far more of those acrid fumes than the lamp could have contained. Coughing roughly from the gas, you waved your hands around in an attempt to clear out the space so you could see clearly. As the smoke began to dissipate, you focused on the imposing figure hovering before your very eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the smoky figure began to speak to you, introducing itself as a genie.

“You have freed me from my prison, Master,” the genie rumbled lowly. The voice was low and gravelly, an archaic voice that stroked the back of your mind as the spirit spoke. It was an auditory experience, making the hairs on the back of your hand stand up as you listened to the genie. The deep, vibrating tone made your knees tremble to the point where you had to cling to the countertop to support yourself. The spirit was large, overwhelming to the point where if the genie had a physical, tangible body, it could easily overpower you with a flick of its hand.

“Allow me to show you my gratitude for freeing me. Whatever you wish, Master, I shall grant within my powers,” the genie murmured. The spirit bowed, showing reverence and respect. There was a moment where you caught a glimpse of a light twinkle in the other’s eyes, although you did not give it much weight. It must have been a trick of the light, though, as you rationalized it for yourself. The whole experience was far beyond what you could have even imagined when you touched the antique lamp. Someone of mythical renown possessing powerful, magical abilities? Someone willing to do as you wish, without asking any questions? You couldn’t help but grin at the implications, your mind racing with all the possibilities.

The genie, waiting patiently for your instruction, slowly raised its head to look at you with curious eyes. “Forgive this servant for speaking out of turn, Master. But it seems you have many wishes. Perhaps, if you would allow me, I shall enable three of your deepest desires,” the genie mused.

With a slow nod of your head, the genie hummed with delight at the granted freedom. The spirit’s eyes began to glow a golden hue, a soft chant spilling from their lips as a warm light began to envelop your body.

“My Master is strong. Big. Larger than every man in the room,” the spirit rumbled as the ancient magic began to seep into your body. “No one is bigger than him, no one has more power than him.”

A soft groan spilled from your lips before you even realized what was happening. There was a burning sensation that ran through your body, as if every bone and muscle was worked over again and again. You felt like you had run a marathon, done five workouts, and played in every possible sports tournament all at once. Doubling over from the flashes of pain, you pant heavily as you cry out from the feeling. But just as quickly as the magic overtook your body with pain, you also felt a flush of pleasure shooting through you. It started from your crotch, but quickly spread, until your toes were curling in on themselves and your fingertips tingled with a newfound sensitivity. 

Gasping as you heard a low, ripping sound, you managed to glance down to see your body explode with muscle. Whatever clothes you had on before were stretched to their limits, and the tears and rips in the fabric told you that it could not hold your body back. With each breath you took, it felt like your body swelled up more and more. “W-Wai–” you groaned as you eyed your thickening biceps. There was a sense of power that felt novel to you, as if you could easily crush someone’s head between your forearms with just a single flex. You pant heavily, saliva dripping from your lips as you greedily feast on the growing changes. It was as if someone had attached a hose to your body, inflating you up like a balloon full of air. But a single, simple poke with your thickening fingers confirmed that it was just hard, thick muscle.

Another moan spilled out as you continued groping and squeezing at your body. Your hands blew up to the size of baseball mitts, gloves large enough to palm someone’s face and hold them at bay if you wished. Your fingers fattened up from slim, slender digits into thick, meaty sausages. You smirk at the sight, already chuckling at the idea of your finger slipping into a tight hole and making someone else mewl with need. Dragging your hands over your swelling body, you find yourself naturally cupping your jiggling bosom, only chuckling lowly at the heavy weight that came with squeezing your fat, muscular tits.

Your thumb flicked over your puffy nipples, and you didn’t hold your moans back as your fingertips tweaked at the sensitive areolas. Shuddering with need, you eagerly feasted your eyes on the other changes happening over your body. Barely able to see past the thick, juicy mounds of your pecs, you push down on your bouncing breast to witness the fiery burning sensation on your stomach. And before your very eyes, you saw six distinct, carved bumps form on your stomach. They bubbled up to the surface, pulling your skin taut over the curves and ridges that came from your new abs. One hand dropped down to trace over the ridges carefully, your cock twitching at the smooth bumps beneath your fingertips. It had always been a dream of yours to have a six-pack this defined, and now it had happened in just a mere second. Between the light, glancing touches, you watched as a firm V-line began to carve itself into your skin. It offered up clear, distinct lines pointing down towards your crotch, the envy of any man if they pulled their pants down low enough.

Following the growing changes, your other hand slipped down to wrap a firm grip around your cock. With your juicy chest obstructing your view, you resolved to touch yourself as you rode out the waves of magical pleasure. Even if you were not able to witness it, you could feel the changes beginning to cause your cock to swell. Despite already being rock hard from the muscular changes you saw before, your cock continued to lengthen and swell up, as though it was only half-chubbed. You shuddered from the delightful feeling, your eyes rolling back as the girth of your member thickens significantly. What was easily dwarfed in just one of your meaty paws quickly grew to a sizeable weapon, packed between your thighs. You let both of your hands fall to grope and stroke at the lengthening pipe, needing both to help support the weight of your fat dick. Moaning as your fingertips teased along the underside of your cock, you grunt as you feel your flared cockhead burp out a few droplets of precum. The slick, sticky feeling coated your fingertips, providing additional lubrication to the otherwise warm friction between your hands and the girthy pipe. 

You heard the wet splurts of precum dripping down onto the floor and along the insides of your thighs. And while you figured you would have a messy cleanup afterwards, you weren’t bothered in the slightest. The cummy mess was all worth it if the genie was granting your deepest desires to become big and muscular, and hot. As if confirming your true desires, your legs began to thicken and swell up in turn. Your thighs felt fuller than you remembered, and when you felt the inner thighs rub against each other, you could already see your future of waddling around like the big, beefy man you were always meant to be. Lines of muscle became more defined beneath your skin, with massive quads and diamond-hard calves that screamed of all the power contained in your lower half. When your feet burst out from your socks, you could only groan with relief at the unrestricted feeling. You wiggled your freed toes, enjoying the feeling of upgrading your shoe size as you positioned yourself into a firm and steady stance to maintain your balance. When you shifted your weight around, you felt heavy and dense, like years of muscle and growth were packed into your compact frame.

As if hearing this slight concern of yours, the genie’s eyes glimmered, and it snapped its fingers once more. All of a sudden, your spine began to crack and lengthen, stretching you out until you gained several more inches. The new vantage point was dizzying, and your muscular arms shot out to steady yourself with the countertop as you towered over the smoky entity. Staring down at the genie, you realized you had a better view of your muscular frame, and the added inches certainly helped add to the intimidating, overpowering aura you had always hoped for.

“My Master’s second wish shall proceed as such. He shall have all the power and masculinity that is befitting for someone of his size, and he will show this through a thick fur coat and a pelt damp with his sweat and musk,” the spirit continued as it gazed back up at you with a glimmer of satisfaction in its eyes. 

Before you had the chance to stop the genie or ask him what was going on, another wave of magic pulsed straight through your body. This time, it seemed primarily centered on your balls, and you could only grunt in surprise as you felt the swinging sack between your elephant-like thighs begin to swell and drop even lower. Taking on a wider stance so you would not crush your own sack, you growled as you felt pure, unfiltered testosterone flood through your body. What was once painful and pleasurable soon became a feeling of discomfort, and you scratched idly at your skin as you waited. And as if on cue, curls of hair began to spring forth all over your body.

It was like watching the breeze blow through a field of grass, with a shimmering wave that caused fresh hair to grow all over your body. It was a light but generous dusting everywhere, although the magic seemed to focus primarily on your face, your pits, your chest, and your privates. Rubbing at your jawline and cheeks, you could feel the beginnings of a beard and moustache beginning to thicken into something fuller and richer. From what you could tell, it felt like something that you had been growing your entire life. You glanced down as your cock and swollen balls were covered in a dense forest of hair, and the itchiness between your ass cheeks confirmed the same thing around your hole.

As you raised your thick biceps to flex, you caught a whiff of your musk from your pits. What used to be smoother and shaved curves of your skin was quickly overtaken by a thick mat of hair. It grew and spiraled out from the skin, trapping up any bits of sweat to make a nice mat for you to force someone’s face into. You shuddered at the thought, your swinging cock already leaking out some more at the idea of having someone buried up in there, worshipping your growing body in its fullest.

“My Master is in control and in charge of things. He is dominant. He is overpowering and unstoppable. When he desires something, he shall have it.”

As if speaking it into existence, you groaned as you felt an influx of thoughts spilling into your otherwise temperamental personality. You had been agreeable and easy to talk to. But like an earworm wriggling its way into the depths of your mind, you felt those thoughts shift into something more demanding and controlling. Why did you have to accommodate others? Why shouldn’t people listen to you instead? Things were far easier when you called the shots, when you were in control, and when people submitted to you. A cocky grin found itself forming on your lips as you eyed the spirit with a confident gaze that almost viewed it as something lesser than you.

In an instant, with your newfound strength and speed, you darted forward to grip the genie’s throat. While you had expected your fingers to pass through air, you were pleasantly surprised to find that there was something minuscule and barely tangible for you to hold onto. Not one to let the moment pass by, you kept a firm grip on the core of the spirit and brought it close to your changed body.

“I don’t remember having desires like that. Have you been changing me how you saw fit? These are your desires for me, not what I wished for myself,” you growled as you saw through the genie’s tricks. The spirit’s glowing eyes widened in surprise at being caught, and if it was an actual person, you were sure that you would have seen the flicker of fear in those golden eyes. But instead of reprimanding the genie, you only brought your arms up in a firm flex. You grunted as you watched the peaks of your biceps harden once more, showing off the dense, packed muscle that could easily crush the spirit, whether it had a physical form or not.

“More,” you growled as you pressed the genie’s half-tangible face up against your sweaty pecs. You smirked at the sight of the spirit moaning and panting over your body, over something that it made in the first place. “Grant me more wishes. Turn me into the thing that you desire most, you little slut,” you hissed as you watched the genie struggle to pull away from your firm grip. Even in its smoky form, there was enough for you to grip and hold in place, and you weren’t planning on letting go anytime soon. “It’s the least you can do for doing whatever the fuck you wanted. Who would have guessed I released such a whorish genie?”

For a while, all you could hear was the wet, sloppy pants as the genie struggled between those two, delicious mounds of fat and muscle. While there was no saliva to coat your hairy chest, you were certain that the spirit would have eagerly slobbered over your tits if it could. Still, the genie managed to pry its head away from worshiping your musky muscles, only staring up at you with a dazed expression.

“I wish… for my Master to become the beefiest, Arab daddy there ever was. Someone to be my lover and care for me and use me as he pleases…” the genie whispered.

There was the familiar outpouring of magic that rushed through your larger frame, although this time, it was accompanied by a feeling of reverent awe. You smirked as you leaned your head back, letting the magic overtake you and change you once more as you relished in the fact that the genie had learned its proper place in your dynamic now.

Years began to form on your face, changing your young, youthful visage into something more mature and experienced. What dominant, cocky feelings you had swelling in your chest before slowly molded into something far more stoic and calm. You didn’t have to prove your strength and power anymore; you’ve had years to do so. Instead, you approached your lovers with a steadfast assurance in yourself. Your words were like commands; they carried the weight of both your experience and your resolute determination. All the years you had missed began piling into your mind, filling in the gaps of a life you never had. You were a powerful, commanding daddy, with both the financial expertise and the knowledge to get what you wanted whenever you wanted.

The hair coating your body began to thicken and darken, until it became a nice, black mat of fur that contrasted against your sun-kissed skin. Years of tanning and working out shirtless under the sunlight darkened your skin into a healthy, vibrant tan. It was something that you were particularly proud of, and memories of yourself roaming around on your back porch butt-naked filled your stuffed head. You recalled the lewd whistles and cat calls from others as they savored the sight of your sweaty, tanned body, and you eagerly ate up every last compliment.

In the meantime, your past began to mold and shift into something more akin to a different country you called home. You had moved here at a young age, hoping to make a name for yourself, and your mind was flooded with experiences of life as an immigrant. Whatever hardships and struggles you triumphed over in the past paved the way to the successful, Arab businessman you are now. You groaned with the influx of information being dumped into your head, and as you let the implanted memories solidify into your truth, you could feel the tongue in your mouth grow thicker and fuller. Whatever thoughts you had were slowly translated into the Arabic language, until you spoke and thought primarily in your mother tongue. English was just a second language that you learned as a means of advancing your career, but it was one of many languages that you could speak fluently now. Even as you addressed the mythical genie, there was a thick accent that coated your words.

“So this is what you wanted,” you growled as you yanked the genie’s head back, only guiding it over so you could stuff it up against your sweaty pits instead. The spirit moaned once more, its intangible body seeming to solidify into something more firm and heavy for you to grip onto. “A hot, beefy Arab daddy for you to worship and slobber all over. For you to be a lover for.” The genie couldn’t say much in response, only mumbling out something with its lips pressed against the curves of your armpits. What you managed to make out was something about a ‘fat ass.’

As if it were some final act of rebellion, you groaned as you felt your backside begin to plump up and fatten in a way that jutted your hips forward. Low, heavy moans spilled out as you could feel your previously flat bottom bloom with both a healthy portion of fat and muscle. It was something that would strain your suit pants, a struggle you faced every morning before heading to the office for work. And as the jiggling cheeks continued to plump up to the point where you were sure people would fixate their sights on either your fat ass or heaving pecs, you growled once more as you pulled the genie away to glare at the magical creature.

“No more changes. You don’t deserve this. To get to savor a body that you sculpted to suit your own needs,” you growled. The genie could only whimper apologetically, in an attempt to soothe your flaring annoyance at its disobedience. “Seems I’ll have to show you where you properly stand in this relationship. Now, you'd better make yourself a body that I can drive this thick cock into. Something with lots of stamina and plenty of room to dump all this hot, thick seed inside of. Or I’ll be sure to stuff you back into that lamp and send you far away from here.”

The spirit shuddered as it quickly formed something more corporeal, the rest of the smoke dissipating in a whirlwind as the lamp sucked up the rest of the ethereal essence. Stalking after your slutty lover’s juicy body towards the bedroom, you couldn’t help but pause to look at yourself in the hallway mirror. You smirked as you savored the changes to your new life; while this wasn’t what you had expected, you certainly couldn’t complain about getting something truly delightful. And with a magical, hungry lover by your side and a body that could get you anyone that you wanted, what more could you ask for?

Now, if only you could get yourself to stop squeezing and rubbing at your own pecs, you could have the whole world at your fingertips...

[merryy3dbhsjsk]

Frat v.s. PTA

The mid-morning sun blazed over the Springfield college campus on a Sunday morning. Just off the main road, on a winding side street stood the well worn home of the Omega X Phi boys. A towering construction with multiple towers hanging on a wraparound porch. Three stories tall, whitewashed wood covering every wall. Multiple 20 something men were passed out on the front lawn from last night's rager.

A sharp knocking sound rang as a hand rapped the brass Greek letter knocker. The sound grew louder and more incessant when no one came to the door. Finally a hunky freshman by the name of Terence roused himself from his spot on the foyer. He stumbled upstairs, opening and closing the doors till he found the fraternity president. Johnathan or JB was sound asleep, sandwiched between a busty blonde girl and a bodybuilder type guy. Terence shook him awake.

“Yo, like, someone’s at the door. Think it’s some kinda narcs, bro.”

JB blinked awake, trying to calm his jittery brother. “Hey it’s fine, let’s go see what this about.”

He carefully climbed out of bed and gestured for Terence to follow him. As they climbed down the stairs JB kicked two other frat members awake. Chad and Kip, both recent additions to Omega X Phi. They opened the door, squinting in the bright light that helped their hangovers very little. 

Standing on the chipped wood of the porch, from left to right stood a varied and disgruntled group. First was the young athletic coach of the girls sports team, none of the hungover males could recall what sport. But who really cared about women’s sports anyway?  Besides her looking like the total opposite of the coach was a middle aged southern woman. Her hair clearly dyed to keep away the gray and her yellow blouse cut perfectly to her figure. Three more people stood huddled together, two willowly young men, a little too young to be on a college campus. They had both been dragged by the older girl in front of them, she was clearly in charge of them by the way they looked at her, a mixture of fear and respect. She had a fierce expression on her face, at odds with her nerd girl outfit. The skinny dude on the end looked very uncomfortable to be around the others. He didn’t seem to have such an obvious dislike of the frat. All of them had come, however for the same reason, the rumors of the frat's “unorthodox” approach to recruiting, especially after it had been linked to several missing people. 

Now let me clear something up: Omega X Phi had a long slightly magical history. Since the founding in the late 80s the frat had been linked to numerous missing persons cases. But those people were never harmed, all of them turned out happier in the end. Not that anyone ever figured out the truth, to be a member was to be sworn to secrecy but to be given powers beyond comprehension. Not very creative thinkers, they just used these abilities to create more frat brothers. JB, the newest president had immediately hit the ground running, but it seemed the frats' activities hadn’t been as discreet as he would have liked. 

“Yo can I help you guys,” JB said as jovially as he could through his hangover. 

“Help! Help! You turned half of my team into guys, I barely have enough left to field a team!” Yelled the coach.

The mom next to her broke in “And my daughter was the captain, set to be on the national team. Now he’s chugging effing beers all night.”

“Ugh, who cares about dumb sports,” broke in the nerd girl. “I just want my genius boyfriend back.” 

She kicked the boys next to her in the shins till they squeaked out similar sentiments. “Yeah, give us back our big bro.” “Give him back, give him back” 

The guy on the left shuffled his feet, “I’m not with them, I just want… um, ya know.”

JB looked at the guys around him, his gaze loaded with words only his fellow bros understood. And simultaneously the bros picked a target and lunched forward, way too fast for a hangover.

“God, I’m way too drunk for this!”

JB grabbed a football off of one of the sagging chairs and tossed it to the coach. She caught it with one hand. 

“What the hell is this!” She snapped annoyed

But suddenly a surge of energy shot up her arm, her veins thickening. Muscles becoming massive and dense, and her frame broadening. Her height shot up, legs becoming long and thick, covered in a scattering of light hair. Her skin darkened and became a dark tan, as if she was outside daily. 

“W-what’s happe-ning tooo me,” she yelled through clenched teeth. Her voice deeper as her neck grew a sizable Adam’s Apple.

Her body continued to grow as she desperately tried to stop the changes. Her breast pushed back into her chest, leaving a smooth hard pectoral shelf. A small treasure trail grows on top of her already defined abs. Her hair began to ripple, sifting into a short spiked style. Her face broadened, becoming something distinctly male. She felt a strange feeling in her pants, reaching a hand unconsciously in. She freaked out upon feeling a small still-growing male prostrate. 

“What- is this a…?” She trailed off

“A dick, yep,” JB chuckled. “Every football star needs one, how else are you supposed to fuck the cheerleaders.” 

“Football star?” She now sputtered as his changing hormones fueled a growing hornyness. 

He couldn’t help but touch his new dick as it grew erect, filling him with an unfamiliar pleasure. His school branded polo vanished as his shorts reformed into an old pair of blue sweatpants, long enough to benefit her new size. His feet grow to massive proportions, breaking free of his tennis shoes. 

A sharp pain rang through his head, as if a dozen hangovers had all hit at once. The pain so great he wasn’t aware as his mind was rewritten. Memories of growing up in a home of girls, advocating for female representation, and getting her dream coaching position replaced with flashes of growing up with a single dad who taught him how to throw his first football, playing varsity all through high school, and being accepted as the starting quarterback for Springfield College. His hormones changed as new desires coursed through his brain, the urge to run off the last nights partying, the scattered feeling of screwing the guy cheerleaders in the locker room. 

JB looked to his right to see Chad in a huge argument with his mother. 

“I’m a dude, mom. This is what I want, why can’t you just fucking accept that!”

“No, sweetie. They changed you, this isn’t what you want, you loved being a girl. Don’t you remember…” she said, her voice raising in high pitched panic. 

“No, I remember you dragging me along on shopping trips I didn’t want to go on, I remember you forcing me into sports. I don’t care what you think, this is what I want to be.”

Chad finished his winded speech with finality refusing to listen to the rest of his moms desperate pleas. 

“You’ll get it soon, ma,” He muttered.

Suddenly she stopped ranting and fell silent as she felt  a strange bout of nausea. And she too began to change.

Her transformation was quite different from the coach’s. She didn’t regress down at all, in fact she stayed the same middle age. Yet she seemed to become older due to her desperate attempts at staying young reversing. That couldn’t have been more clear as wrinkles began to come into existence on her face. Making her look older and more distinguished. Her hair began to darken, not graying dispite her age just turning her original brown. Her delicate manicured hands not escaping the change, they thickened into massive meaty mits. Years of labor making them broad and tough, her pink nails cracking off revealing bitten down nails at the end of stubby fingers. 

Her thin body began to grow at a rapid rate, her while body becoming enlarged with a both fat and dormant muscle. Her arms, legs, chest, and back growing to fit a lengthening bone structure. She could feel the change in strangth in her body, she rarely worked out and so the new found muscle was disorienting. She could feel the power with each muscle that grew, as she began to wobble with unfamiliar height.

Finally looking her middle age and feeling more comfortable in her skin then she had for years. Her body had become nearly double the size, packing on even more as time went on. Breasts already traded for hard earned chest muscles. Thighs touching from the thickness of both muscle and fat. His ass now far more soild, but still the same large size she had prided herself on. 

“Son.. stop this. Ugh.” She ground out, not even noticing the causal change of pronoun reference.

Chad just watched the transformation continue. A thick layer of body hair began to sprout in every visible place, which was quite a lot as her body had outgrown her former clothing. It spread down her legs and over her forearms. Coating her ass and rippled  abdomen. But her chest had the densest forest of manly fur growing out of it. As it happened her fomor nips become smaller and smaller, growing ever so slightly erect. Meanwhile the perfectly styled hair she’d kept since high school began receded all the way back into a tight crew cut followed by her nonexistent faical hairmbecoming a sparse mature beard. 

Finally the headache subsided, bringing forth the mental shift. The changes flooded her mind just as it had with the former coach and everything unnecessary vanished from existence. Detaching her from her former life completely before installing new wants, needs and goals into her brain. Forcing him to think like a man and think of herself as a man. As this new thought popped into his mind, a thick girthy manhood grew under a newly formed jockstarp. His brain forged newfound obsessions with drinking and american football that he couldn’t wait to indulge in. Filling his memory bank with endless amounts of dad jokes. Implanting an irresistible urge to work out enough to keep him thick and hot. And of course we can’t forget an insatiable desire for sex.

Chadwick sir blinked groggily, Chad grinned up at his dad.

“Told ya not to drink that much, you just can’t keep up with us young blood anymore.”

Terence on the other hand was being barraded by his former girlfriend and brothers.

“Baby, this isn’t you, please come back.” She begged through tears, the brothers echoed her sentiments.

“Just be smart again, big bro.”

“Yeah, we miss our bro.”

Terence rubbed his hands through his messy brown curls. “Look, I don’t need a girlfriend anymore, ya know. And you bros are always welcome in my life, you know that.”

“No!!! You will not fag out on ME!” Terence’s ex screamed, making him lose any sense of regret for what he had to do. His brothers saw the change in his face and tried to shut her up to no anvil. 

They all felt a sudden drop in their stomachs and smelled something gross. It smelled like a mixture of old socks and moldy cheese. They wrinkled their noses as the stink invaded their minds. They recoiled but couldn’t help but sniff more, as if to discover the source of such a disgusting smell.

The transformation hit them like a lightning. First all of their bodies shot up, becoming the indentical height of exactly 6”. Next thing they felt was their chest shifting, her breasts vanished in favor of wide man nipples. Hard pectorals began to develop and punched their way unto place on chests. Beneath their clothing soild sets of washboard abs formed out of fat layers. Under said abs, the girls transformation took on a slightly different form then the boys, as her vingia reformed into a average sized disk weighed down by usually large testicles. 

Their legs also began to change, making them steadier in thier changing bodies. One of the boys made a slight gasping noise as his quads began to tense into solid muscle, perfect for the running they’d be doing every day. As soon as their thighs were done blowing up, their calves followed. Expanding with solid muscle on top of more muscle. She felt her butt flatten slightly to match the other two’s smaller asses. Their arm’s transformation mirrored the rest of their bodies. Years worth of muscle work pumped into thier arms, their biceps and triceps expanding to melon like proportions. Their hands expanding to become a natural size for gripping a beer or dabbing up. 

Once their hands had reached full size their feet’s changes kicked into high gear.  They could feel them expanding, toes becoming little meaty sausages, until their shoes collapsed form the pressure. Revealing massive stompers, thick with vain and muscle. 

“Ya know, maybe it’d be, like, cool to join the frat.” One of Terence’s brothers remarked. 

The others two tried to speak but couldn’t through the thickness in their expanding throut. All of them moaning deeply and sniffing desperately at this point, trying to inhale as much of that glorious stink as possible. By the time their necks reach maximum thickness they sounded like the deep tones of masculine jocks. Till this point thier transformations had been almost identical, now’s as the changes spread to their necks they began to diverge in appearance. 

The girlfriend’s head began to stretch longer and thicker. Her hair began to turn blond, her tight bun just vanishing completely. Her remaining hair fluffing out the sides and growing out on top. As soon as it stopped growing, a hat plopped unto her head. One of the boys felt his cheekbones move up and his chin pushing down, causing his cheeks to suck themselves in. The remaining brother’s nose shrank a slightly and both of thier lips grew a little wider. Both of the boys kept their hair colors of blonde and brown respectively, but it was now styled in a more jockish style. All of thier eyes took on a dull glare, making thier resemblance to Terence even more apparent.

Their sniffing become even more intense as the origins of the smell slowly became apparent. They began to feel slightly itchy, looking down they realized a faint dusting of hair was coming in across their body. Heavily covering everything, arms, legs, chest, even in thier butts. The thickest places was the dense bushes on their gargantuan feet and the dense forest of armpit hair. Once the hair had stopped growing thier bodies began to produce the powerful musk. The small but mighty scatterings of body hair were currently stink factories working overtime. 

Terence laughed as he watched the now three boys desperately huffed each other. Tearing of each others clothing that reformed as quickly as it went. Their pants becomibg shirts in varying colors, black, green, and white. One gained a worn gray t-shirt, the fomor girl a sleeveless hoddie, giving the last, adorned in a mesh jersey, full access to his musky pits. Worn sneakers grow over thier massive feet and two gained a pair of sunglasses that made them look like the dochebags they had become. 

The more they greedily laped up each other scent, the more thier minds began to dull. Blankness becaming their default mood, Memories of family and high school began to disappear and respawn as memories of tons of friends, girlfriends, and secret relationships with other bros all perfect copies of each other. The fomor girlfriend’s memories of late night studying were now replaced with drunken homecoming bashes and late night bangs identical to his new brothers. All thier intellectual thoughts and ideas began to flow out of them, becoming a physical thing in the form of hypnotic musk. 4.0’s slowly became B’s, which dragged into C’s, and in turn dragged into barely even graduating. They remembered that dispite thier academic difficulties they where eagerly accepted on lacrosse scholarship. Making them able to enter collage at the same time as their big bro. Dispite the year difference, Terence had gotten held back twice and the triplets only once. 

The slim guy watched all this happen with excitement, and trembled with anticipation when Kip approached him, the gentle giant seaside nothing, instead raising his fist for the man to bump. 

Once there first touched, an explosion of color flooded the man’s vision. His body spasmed as his frame shot up to the sky, broad shoulders and long legs making him a massive 6,3”. muscle flooded into his new body. Rippling muscle twisted on his arms, in which plump vains swelled. Biceps and triceps gaining a powerful new roundness, ending in long fingered hands, also swelled thick with vains. Thick pectorals grew like balloons  his chest. Defined muscluler abs appearing out of thin air, leading teasingly down below. 

Speaking of down below, his formerly small member swelled to easily 8”. Hair growing over a heavy balls sack, the tests filling with testosterone and sperm. The growth continued down his legs. His thighs swelling as large as beer kegs, so large they rubbed against each other.  Spreading down, his calves bulked with soild muscle. And his feet expanding, becoming massive and sweaty. Filling with vein too, his feet stopped growing around a size 16. 

“Yessss, bye bye skinny boo.” He yelled as his transformation continued. 

His face began to change, gaining classically handsome features. A sharp jawline, proud nose, puffy lips, and natural bedroom eyes. His buzz cut grew out into effortlessly messy fringe, making him look like a tic-tok wanna be. Covered quickly by a backwards baseball cap. His black hoddie and sweats reshaped, becoming a tight fitting gray tank top and black shorts showing off the slight hair on his muscular legs. To complete the physical change, he flelt a slight weight on his neck in the form of a thick silver chain and a matching bracelet. 

He felt his brain fog over, years of low self esteem and social isolation replaced by partying all night and fucking long into the morning. He felt his strangth of mind replaced by strangth of body. As if all his smarts and awareness had been transmuted into physical form. Details filled in the blanks, growing up in an athletic family, coming out as gay at a young age, and fulfilling his life long dream of becoming a frat boy freshmen year. Once the final changes clicked in place, a hysterical smile grew on his lips. 

“Hello, big dick frat boi bf!”

JB looked around at the new frat brothers around him. The quarterback started to talk excitedly to him.

“I’m going to need way more bros for the team. Got, like, lots of ideas bro.” He said. 

Chad was trying to get his hungover father into the frat house. Muttering curses under his breath for not making his mom into a younger brother like Terence. Terence stood, however, dealing with his own issues.

“We’re so fuckin hot now, bros,” one of the triplets remarked.

“I’m obviously the hotest tho’,” another muttered.

“Hey,” yelled the last, “it’s me,”.

“You dudes are hopeless. Legit, y’all are identical.” Terence said, exasperated beyond belief.

As the day went on the new bros began to fade into the rhythm of the fraternity. That night they huddled on the roof, drunk, watching the sun set over the collage campus. Sending a clear message into the ether, Omega X Phi would never go fucking down, bro.

(A new original story! I really loved making this one, Greek Life forever dude. writing the first of the sequels right now, they will arrive in a couple weeks. In the meantime got some exciting stuff on the way…)

[transformative-kinky-tales]

This is a Slut Power Up post! Reblog this for good luck and for: 20 points off your IQ! Increased tit and ass size if you're femme! Increased cock and muscle size if you're masc! Increase to whatever aspects you think are sexiest if you're nonbinary! Lower inhibitions! Increased exhibitionism! Increased "fuck me" pheromones! Extremely increased horniness! Difficulty concentrating on anything that isn't sex-related! Don't ask how it works, it's a Tumblr spell. What more do you need to know?

Now go out there and get slutty. I'm rooting for you. The world needs you, bimbos and himbos.

[isuggestforce-masc]

Consider: a notorious and rakish gentleman sorcerer, living in a gothic manor on the moors, summons and/or creates a host of servitor-esque spirits, demons, elemental spirits, or automata, whatever you wish, to serve as overpowered (and hot) magical maids and butlers. The manor and its staff become a well-oiled magical ecosystem, devoted to the care, protection, and, you know, pleasure of the sorcerer, allowing him to continue his studies and engage in wizard drama in peace.

Except, one day, he dies. Maybe an attack from a rival, maybe a freak bookcase accident, who knows. Either way, the castle stands empty for years, tended to by a host of entities that now have very little to do and are going a little stir-crazy.

And then one day, a woman, maybe somewhat of a loser, overworked and down on her luck, someone who is used to working hard, neglects her own needs, and really really struggles to accept kindness, wanders into the manor. Maybe she's going in for urban exploration, maybe she's been hired to survey the place for sale or demolition. But either way, suddenly these bored as hell spirits have a way out. If they can make this new human, who is already close enough purely by being a human, into their former master or at least something similar, they'll have their former routine back....

Cue this "girl" practically being kidnapped and forcibly spoiled and encouraged to exert authority / seek power. There's also the nerd power fantasy about being given access to a magical library and a lot of free time. Maybe in due time, he'll also get to have very charged rivalries with other eccentric and powerful mages!

"girl" gets hired to manage some of the yard outside because the demonic automata have been trapped inside and the neighbors of the manor extremely rich people in much more modern manors that still none-the-less are nothing compared to this truly ancient manor thats somehow survived so many years empty the rich neighbors unfortunately cant do anything about the actual property because it was bought so long ago its a protected historical site and it cant be resold or even appraised because no one has been able to get inside due to magical barriers sealing everyone inside regardless the yard around the estate the neighbors fear will lower their own property values

"girl" is hired from out of state a very tired blue collar landscaper and this is the biggest job "shes" ever been hired to do (in terms of the actual labor and how much "she" is getting paid) "she" keeps seeing weird shapes in the windows but continues "her" work until one day "she" finds a latch to the basement just outside of the barrier its locked unfortunately but one moment "she" is jumpscared by a hand slapping the window a phenomenon that "she" has by now chalked up simply to the esrate being haunted and the next "she" is tired and goes to take a break by an old oak tree near the basement only to find it had been open from the inside

the professional that "she" is "she" still denies the invitation at first in favor of continuing "her" work until at one point "her" gardening sheers break while trying to take down some unruly otherworldly magical vines going back to "her" tool box by the oak "she" sees on the desk barely visible from the top of the stairs a pair of gardening sheers that hadnt been there before it seems too good to be true and "she" still debates it but after doing the math and accounting for the size of the state and the distance from town "she" realizes it could add a whole extra day to the job to go to town for sheers and it would probably be late enough to have to call it a night there and sleep at the shitty inn in town desperate and presented with a tantalizingly perfect solution to "her" current dilemma "she" runs down the stairs to grab the mystery sheers only for the basement door to slam shut behind "her" and just as "she" turns "her" head to view "her" only exit closing on "her" one of the servants slides up right behind "her" and knocks "her" out

when "she" comes to "she" is surrounded by the hottest sexiest creatures "shes" ever seen and the inside is completely immaculate compared to the exterior the servants explain they need a new master in order to break the seal and be able to take care of the rest of the estate except these creatures were created to serve only one man and they have no concept of what a master looks like beyond him "she" tries to deny their waiting on "her" hand and foot and escape but the manor is locked again by the magicks of the manor despite the house being so old magically it is full of modern appliances and furniture and there is an endless amount of food at "her" disposal anything "she" could ever wish for appears in the house

its all way too fancy for "her" but realizing "she" is trapped "she" begrudgingly finds "herself" to "her" room for the night (the master bedroom is far too fancy so "she" goes to one of the servants quarters which is still somehow fancier than any room "shes" ever slept in everything is fine until one of the most attractive servants "she" has ever seen slides into bed with "her" it is their room after all and they insist "she" stay to keep them company

one thing leads to another and it is truly the most mind blowing sex "she" has ever had many following days are spent reading in the study and being pampered and waited on no matter how much "she" refuses eventually "she" acquiesces after seeing the pained looks on the faces of the servants each time "she" refuses they were made to be of service after all

Eventually "she" finally decides to bunk in the master bedroom and spends some time exploring every room and floor of the house "shes" forced to wear the clothes of the old master which somehow magically fit perfectly despite being very masculine clothes unbeknownst to "her" at first the servants are working their magic to trans his gender the first thing "she" notices is "her" voice getting deeper but decides "shes" probably just catching a cold or something until he starts growing hair on his chest and his chin for all the luxuries in the house there are no mirrors or razors the servants keep him far too busy and distracted to worry too much about it as his boobs slowly shrink each day and he grows taller and broader

soon he finds himself stroking his beard while reading in the study reading the many tomes in the library has become a habit almost hypnotizing and addictive at first it was the only thing to do but now even after he figures out how the house works and with every other opportunity for entertainment available to him reading it his (second) most enjoyable activity to do in the house and every night in the showers the servants pleasure him while he bathes and the talent is so unparalleled he nearly doesnt even notice his genitals changing day by day

eventually he is so thoroughly transitioned that the spell is broken and he doesnt even realize it the servants have been happily doing yard work and fixing the roof and exterior for several weeks by now on one simple sunday morning after ordering a rare tome missing from the library on the internet he opens the front door to retrieve the package to receive it after turning away from the door he finally realizes what this means and for a brief moment considers leaving before closing the door behind him he has become so thoroughly one with the magic of the house and finally found himself happy and satisfied in life that the life he left behind quickly becomes a fading thought

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Isaac explained his type to Maya with great details, as Maya asked him to do. Taut model-like physique, hairs on his legs curled up but his upper body smooth with not even a scar, with classic Anglo-Saxon feature that makes the guy can pass as some Victorian era young nobility. His eyes should reflect the depth of his thought and looked like an English pond in the summer, calming and clear. Soft-spoken, matched with his grace and gentle movement that won't ever indicate any sort of danger or threat to anyone that come across him. Isaac wanted his ideal man to be lefty, just because it's unique, and at last, he wanted his man to be fully devoted to him and him only. Maya listened intently while Isaac revealed all that as he's busy typing his work, not even taking a glance to Maya. But once a sultry, manly voice coming out from the bed behind him where Maya supposedly lounged around, Isaac instantly turned around and found himself surprised

"Maya???"

"Well....yes, but not really, as you can see,"

"H---how? W--why? What the fuck is happening here?"

"I enjoyed your company a bit too much. Like, I'm so tired dating these dudes trying to find my Mr. Right when I have an incredibly smart, kind and attentive best friend like you that beat most of those crusty men I dated. So I said, fuck it, I'll be your man,"

"Have you heard how insane that sounded like, and how is this situation totally not something you encountered everyday? Like.....for starter, how the fuck you--"

"It's actually simple. Turns out my family have this kind of power that skipped generations that reemerged with me right after that last eclipse. The said power bestowed us the capacity to change physical form of ourself and the people that we exchanged bodily fluids with. In other words, not only I can change myself, I can change you too since we fucked that one time when we were still sophomore,"

"That....is wild. And I don't want to be involved in any of this. Please just change back, okay?"

"Oh cmon, you literally are having a boner while talking to me now. You like this, you want me, and I definitely want you to be my man. I mean, just imagine how crazy the sex we can have now that I can mold you into any of your wildest dreams too,"

"Maya, no. You are not thinking clear. What the fuck is this desperation? I cannot be your man, and you cannot throw away your life just like that for me. I'll hate myself for that, it makes me feel selfish,"

"Desperation? This is me being kind to you. I cannot help but notice how you've been dating not a single person since we graduated uni. You are certainly lonely so this is me---"

"What is that insane gaslighting you are doing? Stop all of this madness and for fuck sake, change yourself back. It's so jarring looking at you like that. You will always be Maya for me, whatever form you take,"

"No,"

"Okay, whatever. If you want to continue being a nuisance, please sort yourself out. Just.....walk around the neighborhood and clear your mind or something,"

"No,"

"Maya--"

"No, don't call me that! I'm no Maya. Gosh, I hated to do this, but freeze,"

And just like that, Isaac froze in his place with no way of moving a single muscle whatsoever. Then, Maya grabbed Isaac's head and chanted some intelligible words before letting it go as Maya goes back to the bed while waiting for the spell to unleash its full work. Like a breaking ice, Isaac's frozen body started to be able to get back moving and pulsing. It started from the fingertips, that gets thicker and hairier as his finger and both of his hand turned calloused from heavy workout while his feet stretched his wool socks and enlarged to a decent size 13. As blood started flowing once more, the veins in his arm thickened while his legs bursted with muscle and blond hair in an otherwise lanky former runner legs. This built his physique is turning into clearly doesn't belong to a runner. As the pumped blood causing the arm to swole closer to 19 inches, it also affected the shoulder that becomes rounder and sturdier. The long sleeve he worn earlier of course already tattered to pieces while his pants already ripped due to his now incredibly muscular thighs. As the change spread across his neck and torso from the top, his lower body parts perfected itself into a sick v-taper that leads to a snaking 7 inches perfection stuffed into a tight white briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His tiny waist contrasted heavily with his massive back and shoulder, showcasing an insane dedication to his craft which is clearly bodybuilding. When the whole body parts below his neck completed its transformation, he's now a towering 6'6" muscle beast, clearly looking down on most people including the rendered-in-awe Maya. Is this Isaac's deepest desire? Turning into a massive bodybuilder? The power she used on him is to unearth his deepest desire, so having a boulder cannon for a shoulder is clearly part of his deepest desire then? How is his final look going to be? Babyfaced brutal beast? Matured daddy? All will be revealed in the next couple seconds as the transformation move upward

His jaw hardened but his face turned into more square-like, with dirty blonde facial hair framed the angular jawline. From the way his face remained clear and not much visible wrinkle formed, this is definitely a young guy, probably the same age like Isaac's current age, but he can be wrong though. As the lips turned into a smirk, Maya knows that the change is almost complete and that smirk indicated that he enjoys what he sees so far. As Isaac eventually able to move, he's practically no longer Isaac, but an entirely different person altogether. Maya ensured that this new version of Isaac, Maya named him Rod, would be falling head over heels for Maya's new look

"Theo," Rod said in his gruffy voice

Well, that's a good name....

"Why are you not spreading your ass in bed already? You know I have to get back to work later at 1, time is tight so I need to breed inside you ASAP before having my lunch and then get back to work,"

Maya is in shock......Isaac's deepest desire is to be an assertive alpha or something? And it dawned upon Maya, or Theo now, that he cannot acted like brats or said no to Theo's order. Is this part of his desire too????

"You are always one hell of an obedient boy, that's why you're my favorite cum dump. Now say aaaaaa-----

[kozilmog]

Revisiting the 'Logan into Caveman' idea from a bit ago, figured I'd send it on its own, since I saw your rules asking to do that ☺️

Wolverine -> Caveman

Really. When the signs say "Please do not touch the exhibit. Thank you", they include you too, Wolverine.

Now we have to deal with a hulked up, immortal and infinitely regenerating Neanderthal who keeps on wanting to compare the size of his club.

[captainmalewriter]

Unconscious Desires

“Aha! I knew I had it lying around here somewhere!” 

Aiden joined his boyfriend Jasper on the bed with an old shoebox in hand. He opened it and pulled out a star-shaped birthday candle. The purple candle seemed to glisten in the light as Jasper held it with wide eyes. 

“Happy birthday, babe! This special birthday candle should have just enough magic to grant you anything your little heart desires.”

“This is incredible…” Jasper exclaimed. “But are you sure you’re okay with being transformed into a muscle bottom?”

“Of course!! It’s your special day, and I wanna do something extra special for the love of my life! And besides, I’ve been using magic for basically my entire life now. Trust me when I say that anything you can transform me into, I’ve probably already done to myself anyway. So? Are you ready?”

Jasper nodded with a smile as Aiden handed him a box of matches. He lit a match and held it over the candle wick until it caught. Then, holding it with both hands, Jasper raised the lit candle to his face. He closed his eyes and thought carefully about what he most wanted.

I wish for my boyfriend to transform into a himbo— I want him to become the man of my dreams!

With his wish in mind, Jasper blew out the birthday candle with a firm breath. The lights in the house momentarily turned off once the candle flame was extinguished. They came back mere seconds later. Aiden let out a low, purring sound as he laid back against his bed. 

“Alright! Get ready to watch magic unfold right before your very eyes!”

Surely enough, Aiden began to experience the effects of the birthday wish. Jasper watched in amazement as his once lanky boyfriend rapidly grew in body size. Aiden’s muscles swelled until the veins in his arms were clearly visible. His clothes were bursting at the seams as his muscle growth knew no bounds, leaving him naked while the transformation magic continued to wash over his body. The peach fuzz on his face thickened until he had a nice, burly beard to call his own. His legs spasmed as they stretched outward, adding several inches to his height, causing the bed frame underneath to creak and moan due to his growing weight. His feet swelled up like balloons as they became several shoe sizes bigger. 

As his body grew bigger and stronger, his mind became unintentionally affected by Jasper’s birthday wish too. His academic intelligence slowly but surely dwindled away, replaced by knowledge on all things bodybuilding and sex. By the end of it, Aiden had grown to a healthy 170 lbs with lean musculature to boot. Once he had finished transforming into Jasper’s perfect man, Aiden breathed a loud sigh of relief and spread his body like a starfish. All while Jasper was blushing and salivating at the sight of his wildest fantasy coming to life right before him. 

“Wow… I can’t believe it actually worked!!” Jasper exclaimed. His words caught Aiden’s attention. Aiden turned to look at him and grinned. “Hey, how do you feel?”

“Like a million dollars bro!! WHOO I feel FANTASTIC!!” Aiden flexed his biceps while letting out a hearty chuckle. His sudden shout caused Jasper to wince. 

“‘Bro?’ Since when do you talk like that?” 

“Ayy wassup dawg! Damnnn you lookin’ mad sexy right now… How ‘bout you get on your knees and show me what that tongue do?”

Aiden flashed a wide smirk at Jasper as he groped his growing member. Jasper took a deep breath. While it was true that Aiden was acting unusually, the current circumstances were more likely than not the culprit. It wouldn’t be the first time he got really into character when they roleplayed. Magic just happened to play a supporting role this time around. 

“Yo? We doin’ this or what!”

Jasper returned to the present moment and almost gasped when he saw Aiden’s junk standing at full mast. It seemed like the birthday magic left his boyfriend well-endowed! It was the last thing Jasper needed to convince him to just roll with it. He promptly got onto his knees, ready to service Aiden’s cock with his throat, but when he leaned in, Aiden stopped him.

“Woah woah woah. You and I both know that’s not what I meant.”

Jasper leaned back as Aiden made himself comfortable. Once he finished readjusting, his feet were right in Jasper’s face!

Jasper was shocked. He wasn’t expecting Aiden to shove his feet in his face, but even though it was a surprise, it was not an unwelcome one. He couldn’t help but admire how soft and smooth the soles of Aiden’s feet looked. Aiden smirked as he watched Jasper worship him with his eyes. 

“C’mon man… You know you want to,” Aiden wiggled his big toe as if to beckon him. Jasper hesitated but just couldn’t help himself. He had always wondered what it would be like to worship a jock's feet, but he could never bring himself to act on his desires. So he simply repressed. He was content never indulging in his secret desires, or so he told himself anyway. Now that the birthday candle had granted the one thing he had always wanted, Jasper knew he just had to seize the opportunity while he had the chance.

Jasper started by pressing his nose against the crevices of his toes. Aiden had clean feet for the most part, but Jasper could still pick up a slight trace of sweat through his nose. The smell of his boyfriend’s feet left him intoxicated and hungry to devour him whole. Jasper continued by licking the center of Aiden’s foot. He pressed his tongue into his soft sole and let it slide around in a swirling motion. Aiden groaned with delight as Jasper massaged and licked his feet, his hand wrapped firmly around his member as he began to slowly pump his cock while he was being worshiped. 

He worked his tongue up his foot and licked around and between Aiden’s toes like lollipops. Jasper sucked on his big toe. The feeling of his boyfriend’s warm, wet tongue made Aiden squirm with pleasure. He let out a strained “fuck..” as Jasper continued going down on his feet. The sound of his boyfriend’s moans filled his ears, motivating Jasper to give him everything he got, all while stroking his boner as it throbbed and pressed against his pants, just begging to be released and played with. Aiden noticed this and decided to take it to the next level. 

Aiden rolled off the bed and instructed Jasper to lie down, which he promptly did. Aiden then laid his lips against Jasper’s as he proceeded to take off his clothes piece by piece. His cock sprang to life once it was finally released from the blue denim that kept it trapped. Once he was naked, Aiden moved his lips down Jasper’s body, planting kisses along the way until he was at his crotch. He gave Jasper’s dick tip a quick suck, causing him to squirm from the pleasurable sensation, before laying down on the bed opposite to him. Once in position, Aiden grabbed the nearby lotion bottle and lathered his feet with a generous amount of lotion. He then placed his feet on Jasper’s cock and began massaging it with his feet. 

“Oghhhhh fuckkkkk…” Jasper moaned. The feeling of Aiden’s soft, smooth soles pressing against his cock was unlike anything he had ever experienced before!

Aiden had god-like control over his feet. Thanks to the lotion, his feet glided smoothly across Jasper’s dick as he jerked him with his feet. Aside from simply moving his feet up and down Jasper’s length, he knew how to control the speed and intensity of his touch. He’d speed up and slow down the pace of his stroking speed, he’d occasionally grip his cock with his toes, he could do it all! Every time Jasper moaned from something Aiden did, he made sure to do it again and again but made sure to ease up just before Jasper could finish. It was a devilish dance, but it was one that Jasper was happily ensnared in. 

Unfortunately, though, despite Aiden’s best efforts, Jasper could only last a few more pumps before he blasted his load all over himself. He was panting for breath as he finished leaking, and Aiden could feel his member pulsating in between his feet as he began to grow soft again. Some of Jasper’s spunk got on his toes. When he realized that, Aiden lifted his foot to Jasper’s mouth, who then gladly licked his toes clean. 

“Oh my God… That was fucking amazing…!”

“Yeah bro? You like that shit, huh?”

“Yeah! I do, but can you stop talking like that, Aiden? It was hot in the moment but I’m over it now.”

“Huh? Talking like what?”

“You know, the bro talk!”

“Huhhhhhh? What you mean by that?”

Growing irritated, Jasper flashed a mean look at Aiden. However, when he saw the innocent look of confusion in Aiden’s eyes, Jasper’s expression softened. He felt something hard drop inside his gut. Something was seriously wrong.

“Aiden? How do we reverse my birthday wish?”

“The what?”

“My birthday wish!! You gave me a magic candle that would grant me a wish for my birthday! Don’t you remember?”

“Oh shit! It’s your birthday!? Happy birthday brother!! I hope I was able to make it a good one!” 

Aiden laughed without a care in the world, while Jasper felt the consequences of his wish weigh down on him. He knew how powerful the magic candle was. He made sure to be careful about what he wished for if he was going to use it to bring his deepest desires to life. Yet, despite his precautions, it seemed like the candle caused changes in Aiden even Jasper didn’t know how much he wanted. Sitting in front of him was a dumb, horny jock who had no idea what magic was or how he came to be. Without Aiden’s magical know-how, there was no telling when or how he’d transform back to his original self.

As the reality of the situation sunk in, Jasper felt the bed shift as Aiden moved up to him.

“Hey man, I helped you get off, now it’s my turn! It’s only fair!”

Aiden then proceeded to lift Jasper’s foot and guided it into his mouth, where he proceeded to lick and suck on it. Jasper moaned as Aiden went to work servicing him. As it happened, he felt something long and hard started pressing against his butt as Aiden moved in closer. 

It was definitely not the time for round two— Jasper knew that, but after already getting a birthday footjob from his boyfriend, he figured he might as well finish the job before getting to work on finding a way to turn Aiden back. 

All of Aiden’s magic spells and items weren’t going anywhere after all. Might as well enjoy his birthday while he can and worry about finding a solution tomorrow.