#preppy tf

[alphajocklover]

Discord TFs #12

You know I have a lot of depression and anxiety both about the world and my life . I sure wish I had an easy and carefree life where I didn’t have any worries and couldn’t think at all.

Huhuhu, yeah bro. I don't get what those big words you said at the beginning are, but having it easy and carefree is where its at! Who wants to think about sad shit when you can be young, dumb, and full of cum?! Huhuhuhu Fuck yeah bro.

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Saw a shooting star and just wish I could be a confident strong man's man. My siblings see me as a wuss and all the guys at my college walk all over me. I just wish for a change

It’s time to thank your lucky stars because it looks like your wish came true! You’re not sure how it happened, but the day after you made that wish, you woke up in the body of a muscular, macho, manly man of a man! Your younger brothers, who used to mock you, now look up at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and the college jocks who used to bully you now follow you with a mindless, feverish loyalty. It seems your wish to be a “man’s man” may have been taken a little to literally, because you are definitely gay now, but on the bright side you have twinks literally throwing themselves at you, so you’re getting a lot more tail than before

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I love my boyfriend so much he is so sensible and so nerdy and so cute, so when he was forced to move out into his straight dumb jock big brother's frat house, I was very sad. What's worse is that he moved out last week and he hasn't replied since he arrived there, I hope they are getting along and he is not getting bullied. Should I visit?

You can’t seem to find your boyfriend anywhere! It’s been a week and you haven’t heard anything from him since he moved into his brothers frat house. You went over to visit, but his brother said he hadn’t seen him for a while. Or, brothers, I should say. You had no idea that your boyfriend’s older brother Chad had a twin named Brad, but your boyfriend never liked to talk about his family, so that wasn’t that surprising. Chad and Brad were surprisingly nice too. They saw how depressed you were and invited you to drink with them. It’s good beer too. Makes you feel all warm and dizzy inside… makes you forget your troubles… make you forget…. Forget….

Huhuhuhuhu

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Me and my husband just bought an amazing house that we somehow managed to afford, just when we were unpacking, the hottest suburban preppy muscle daddy and his gorgeous hunky preppy son appeared at our door welcoming us and offering some help, so while we are doing stuff the son is really excited for some reason to help my husband while I’m with the dad talking which is weird because it would be the other way around as I’m the younger and more chaotic of the couple.

You weren't expecting the rich hunk next door and his frat boy son to suddenly burst in on you and your husband well you were unpacking, but you figured that maybe this was one of those neighborhoods where people felt comfortable entering someone elses house. You had always lived in cities, where that kind of behavior would get someone shot, but you knew that some more traditional towns worked like that, and Befton was definitely a more traditional town. All your friends back in the city said the guys in Befton, or as they jokingly called it Beef-Ton, were big, rich, traditional, and homophobic, so you had been somewhat worried that the two muscular strangers who had come over were going to run you out of town or something, but they were surprisingly nice. The frat boy, whose name you learned was Sterling, quickly got into a conversation with your boyfriend, who smiled politely as the jock talked about the upcoming football season, well you and his dad, Preston, got to know each other.

As the two of you talked, you could feel your attention drift off. You didn't want to be rude, but you couldn't keep your eyes off Preston. His expensive, showy clothing, his perfect tan, his toned muscles…. something about them spoke to you. Something about him, about his pressence, made you feel… wrong. Like you were wrong. You weren't supposed to be like you had always been. You had to be… like him. You felt your body tense as lean muscles appeared across your body, pushing against the fine fabric of an expensive polo you hadn't been wearing before. You grinned at Preston, a charming, plastic grin that felt so perfect on your now flawless face, before looking out the window. One of the reasons you had moved to Befton was the beautiful beaches, and it looked like your son Ambrose and his new friend were already enjoying the sun. You knew he'd fit right in at his new college. Everyone who moved into Befton fit was a perfect fit after all. Everything was perfect. it had to be.

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Some days like this I wish I humored order and structure to my life so I could become not only successful but powerful and elite. I also hate how alone I am feeling lately and would love to be surrounded by other people who not only enjoyed my company but could help make me the best me I could be. I just recently got an ad in the mail for Preppy-Tory Academy that basically promised it can help make friends and fix my broken life I just attend one of their seminars. I really hope they can help me become my best self.

Welcome to Preppy-Tory Academy, a specialized school for turning regular joe-shmoes into true elites. See, these days the read men of the world are harder to find than ever, so instead of trying to hang on to the few true elites in the world, we just make more! Soon you'll have rippling muscles, a cocky smirk, and expensive clothing you only wear to show off your sculpted body and audacious wealth. Welcome to a life of looking down on people and partying with your fellow beautiful rich people. I'm sure you'll love it

[sanzaibian]

Inspired by watching the Truman Show for the first time and the resulting discussions with @fredwkong ! Don't hesitate to check out his stuff !

God, I hate hangovers. They make the little time I have with my real self feel like a chore.

See, I’ve been living in the show "Haven Island" for a few months now, but I didn’t quite understand how it worked behind the scenes. When I applied for a role, I imagined myself playing a random young adult filling out the cafes when a scene would happen there, like we would see in the actual show. Simple, no line, no anything.

But the reality of it was oh so different. There is no true extras, everybody has fleshed out lives and routines that they actually follow, even if only their commute is ever seen on screen. A whole complexity that gives the whole life and drama that keeps Haven Island as the most watched Reality TV show in the world.

Now, you might think that it would be very long and expensive for the writers to give everybody complex lives and routines. And you would be correct. But the writers had a plan which meant that they could give each role minimal thought.

They transformed us into our roles.

This means that, everyday, when 8AM ticks and the show starts, everyone’s personality suddenly shifts into that of the role they incarnate. For my part, I play the role of a middling manager at the bank. Not especially remarkable, but classy, extroverted, and oh so ambitious and arrogant. I’d hate myself if I ever met him.

This means that everyday I go to the bank, get myself a cup of coffee and terrorize my employees for their low productivity at their fictive job. And when I’m not at work, I go to the gym, eat at a restaurant, and in the evening go to drink with the colleagues. Whence the hangover.

Fuck, it’s almost 8AM, I haven’t had time to do stuff the real me likes, like video games and reading mangas ! I didn’t even have time to talk about how they changed our bodies, making me grow a stubble I never could have grown, and giving me muscles, and‒

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God, I hate hangovers. But the party yesterday was great, and I like booze too much to stop. I guess I’ll just go harder on the coffee.

Ugh, it’s already 8AM and I haven’t started getting ready ? My pomp needs so much time to be set up right, I can’t be wasting it doing who-knows-what ! Time is of the essence !

I put on some expensive cologne, touch up my elegant beard, and then put on my suit. No tie, today, I’m feeling casual today. I want to improve team cohesion, after all.

Moving to Haven Island has been the best choice in my life. Everything is so orderly over here compared to the outside world ! And the career opportunities are phenomenal !

I take my bag and step into my sports car. Like every other day, I drive towards my job, taking the same path as always, an essential but secondary part of the lively town of Haven Island.

[preppy-bro]

it was a baseline, a standard: if you were in the frat, or even just rushing—if you were to even cross the house's threshold without being stopped—you had to look the part, and this was the bare minimum. khakis. a tucked-in button-down. a belt. leather shoes. a haircut and a clean shave.

the brothers of sigma nu groaned and complained they looked like dorky, old-fashioned clones, but the frat's president had seen enough t-shirts and basketball shorts. enough sneakers and slides. enough mop tops and mullets and fades. it was time for tradition, a classic style, the masculinity that real brotherhood can foster with proper encouragement, structure, and discipline.

they'd be new men by the fall.

[willysswapfactory]

Fate’s in your Hands

For many people Easton seemed like just your average dude. He has medium brown hair, a regular body shape, average height and was always flirting with women in his free time. But to Carson he was none of that. Easton was a spoiled brat who got pushed by his parents to graduate college, he didn’t work hard for his grades like Carson did, he didn’t spend time studying for test to know all the answers like Carson had to, hell he didn’t even have to struggle with finding a love life. Every girl on campus seemed to swoon over Easton but Carson on the other hand was seemingly the only gay man attending the whole college.

Carson sat in his dorm preparing for his finals. He knew that he’d need almost perfect marks in all his test if he wanted to stay in contention for Valedictorian. He knew that his best bet was to pull out his textbooks and notes and review all the material he could to prepare but upon checking his bag he realized he’d forgotten his textbooks in the lecture hall. It was way too late for him to get them so he had to settle for running to the library and borrowing one till test were over

He grabbed his coat and set on his way down to the Main Street so he could get the books. A light drizzle set through the night sky as Carson took swift steps down the road. He found any and every awning he could to stay as dry as possible but as he got closer and closer to the library the drizzle became a rain and then a full blown thunderstorm. Carson had no choice but to dip into whatever open store he could find first.

He walked another few minutes until he stumbled across a shop with dim lights on the store front. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the store in his years in the town but chose to go in anyway in attempts to avoid the rain. Upon entering the shop he saw the same dim lighting lit the store. He walked down the aisles and realized he seemed to have stumbled into an antique shop.

“This way” Carson turned his head to the left to see where the voice had come from but saw nobody in his vicinity. He had assumed it was an employee in another isle and continued looking around. After another 10 or so steps he heard it again “Behind you” and immediately swiveled his body around to see nothing yet again. He decided to get out of the aisle and go to the register to speak to an employee about the store.

Carson made his way to the register but found no employee to be found. He decided to wait a few minutes but still had yet to see a sign of any other human in the store. He walked over to the window to see if the rain had stopped. As he looked out the window he was greeted by the voice again “Below you”. Carson looked down to discover a small play set filled with 2 dolls, some clothes and items. On top of it layed a note. “Change their destiny”. He picked up the play set and examined it “how did you speak to me? And how did you end up on the floor behind me?”

He sat there staring at the player confused by its presence when without any warning he was grabbed on the shoulders “The play set has chosen you, write the names of those you want to change and control their fate” he looked back to see an old man whispering in his ear “Jesus Christ a warning next time please. Who are you and what do you mean control their fate?” Carson asked. The man simply replied “It doesn’t matter who I am. The play set has chosen you and you must now fulfill its request. It’s free of charge and I suggest you think carefully to your choices”

Carson again stared at the man “that’s great and all but what I really need is a text book? Do you happen to have any I can look at or buy while I’m waiting the rain out?” To which the man replied simply “I think you’ll find that you won’t need a textbook. And the rain has ended and with that the store will be closing so I’m going to ask you leave” before starting to push Carson out the door. He gave one last warning “Be careful with your choices as each only works once” before shutting the door and locking it.

Carson stared at the shop before checking his phone and seeing it was 10:57pm, there was no way he would make it to the library before it closed and then back to his dorm with enough energy to study. He accepted defeat and carried his newly acquired play set back to his room. Upon arriving he set it down and opened the play set to reveal the insides. On each side was one doll, in the middle was a crate with a note atop “Grab each doll and write their name to change their fate”.

At this point Carson was too tired to play with a child’s playset. He figured if he couldn’t study he may as well sleep and be well rested for his test. He got undressed and sat in bed. He fell asleep whilst mentally preparing himself for his test but once asleep started dreaming about Easton. His brain focused on Easton and then on Himself. And at the end of the dream he saw the tags from the dolls. On the tags were two names, Easton and Carson. Carson wake up and looked at his alarm clock. 4:31 am, he still had 3 hours till he needed to wake up but all he could focus on was the dolls and him and Eastons names on the tags.

He sat up and got out of bed figuring he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he had checked. He walked over to the play set to check and found both dolls sitting in the same positions but now both had name tags on them. One named Easton and one named Carson. He stared at the dolls attempting not to freak out and trying to convince himself this was yet another dream. He picked up the doll that said Carson and examined it, he hated to admit it but it did look oddly like him but that must just have been coincidence.

He put the doll back down before opening the crate. Inside were 6 items. A Book, A Collar, A Leash, A Shaker, a Rainbow and a heart that had been broken into 2 pieces. He took the items out and set the on the table. At the bottom of the crate were 2 outfits. One consisted of a polo shirt with tight pants with a fancy belt and some dress loafers. The other consisted of a tank top and shorts. He stared at the items and clothing before grabbing the 2 dolls. He thought about the man’s words that each item could only be used once.

He stared at the items before picking up the book and examining it. it looked just like his textbook he had forgotten in the lecture hall. He questioned how and why it looked exactly like it but decided to give it to his doll so he could at least pretend he had it. Upon setting the book on the dolls lap he heard a clicking noise as if someone had locked something. He then saw the boom start to disappear in front of his very eyes before he was greeted by a sudden headache. He tried to rationalize what had just happened, how had the boom just suddenly disappear from in front of his face? Why did he have a headache out of no where?.

But suddenly he realized what had happened. He had used the book and now to ensure it wasn’t used again it had vanished. But that didn’t account for his headache. He chose to not think much about it and instead go back to the items. He next picked up the shaker. It looked like the kind you make a protein shake in and by no means was he the type of person to have one of those. He chose to give it to the Easton doll instead figuring it was only fair to give each one item. Again there was a clicking noise before he watched the shaker vanish. His next two items were a leash and a collar. He had no clue why dolls would need either of these without an animal being present but decided to give them each on anyway. He gave his doll the leash and the Easton doll received the collar. Once again a Click before both items vanished.

He went to grab the rainbow when he heard his phone ding. It was a message from Easton “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new fucking workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better at this type shit”. That was weird? Easton didn’t workout from his knowledge and he definitely never called him bro let alone text him in general. He put his phone back down before grabbing the rainbow. He looked at it and thought about what doll should receive it. He decided to give it to Easton because Carson already had a rainbow with him being that he was gay so why not give Easton a rainbow of some sort. Click and vanish, only one item left.

Carson grabbed the heart and saw the 2 broken pieces. He figured since it was broke into 2 separate pieces maybe he’d be able to give one piece to each doll. He attempted figuring of it didn’t work the pieces wouldn’t vanish anyways so why not try. He placed one piece onto each doll and heard a final Click before watching both pieces vanish. He then looked at the 2 dolls sitting in their respective areas. He suddenly focused in on the Easton doll, something about it drawing his attention.

He stared at the Easton dolls perfect face shape, the Easton doll also had huge muscles unlike the Carson doll. But something else was going on, almost as if it made him think of the real Easton and how hot he was… no that couldn’t be. Easton was his rival and he was also straight no way would Carson find him hot… right? The way his chest filed his shirt and his smile seemed to light up a room. Was Carson in love with Easton?

Carson sat there trying to deny his sudden feeling towards Easton when his phone went off. “MESSAGE FROM BABE: Can’t wait to see you after my morning gym session :D doing my best I can to please my boyfriend and become his ideal man type shit- E “ Carson stared at the message in disbelief, who was BABE? He was single no? He immediately unlocked his phone to look and see the message. Upon opening it he saw something that caught his eye, in the same message thread was the message “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better”… the same exact one Easton had sent earlier.

“There’s no way… Easton was straight last time I checked??? He was flirting with girls yesterday morning but now all a sudden I feel like I’ve been dating him for years?” He looked down at his phone again. SHIT it was 8:13 and he had class in 17 minutes, he dropped his phone on the table and immediately got dressed before sprinting to his class leaving everything behind in his dorm. Upon entering his class he started to freak out remembering he hadn’t studied. But as he took the test he realized he’d known everything on it like it was child’s play… the book. He gave himself knowledge of everything in the textbook when he gave his doll the book.

It the clicked to him that the items truly were changing fates. The book made him smarter and the heart made him love Easton. The rainbow made Easton gay and the heart made him love Carson, the shaker made him obsessed with the gym. And the collar and leash chose who was the submissive one and who was dominant.

Whilst Carson was figuring this out the now jacked Easton decided to leave the gym. He decided he was going to go visit Carson at his dorm, Carson hadn’t responded to any of his texts due to his phone being left in the dorm and Easton wanted to make sure he was okay. Easton entered the dorm to find no signs of Carson but he did find his phone. He walked over to pick it up when he discovered the 2 dolls that looked just like him and Carson. He saw the clothes on the table next to the and deciding to play a funny joke on Carson, obviously Easton was the jock so he should wear the tank top and shorts so why not put those on Carson instead. It was just a harmless prank in his eyes not like it would affect anything.

Easton grabbed the Carson doll and slipped it into the shorts and tank top. Carson on his way back from class heard the click before suddenly watching his clothes transform into that of the outfit left in his dorm. He looked around too see if anyone had noticed his clothes magically changing in front of his eyes but to his shock everyone acted as if Carson had always been wearing them. It clicked in his head that someone must’ve put the outfit on his doll and he started sprinting back to his dorm to try and stop them from doing anything else.

Easton then grabbed his doll and grabbed the polo and tight pants. He slipped his doll into them admiring how they hugged his dolls body. Carson proceeded to hear another click before realized something else had changed. He was only another 2 minute sprint from his dorm he knew he had to hurry. Easton on the other hand stood up as his clothes magically changed. His shirt become a polo shirt the hugged his chest tightly showing off every single muscle in his body. His pants transformed into a pair of tight dress pants that accentuated his plump bubble butt. His feet grew 2 sizes as penny loafers started to form around his feet. His legs expanded causing him to go from 5’8 to 6’2 as a belt formed to cause his pants from slipping . He stared at his new clothing in the mirror trying to figure out what about him had changed but unable to notice a difference. He ended up farting and laughed at himself for doing so.

Carson whipped open the door to find a buff Easton in preppy looking clothes standing in front of him. Easton immediately ran over to him and grabbed Carson lifting him off the ground “HOLY SHIT DUDE I MISSED YOU! IM GLAD YOUR BACK SO I CAN BE YOUR GOOD FUCKING BOY AND PLEASE YOU”. Carson sat there squeezed by the himbo… what was going on?? Had fate really changed fully. “Easton be a good boy and put me down!” Easton dropped Carson onto his feet. Carson immediately sprinted to his desk where he had left the play set “EASTON WHERE DID YOU PUT THE PLAYSET” he yelled as he found no remains of it “ummm I’m sorry babe I have no clue? I think I was at the gym type shit not playing with a play set?”.

Carson immediately turned and faced Easton “You definitely touched it cause we’re wearing the clothes I left next to the dolls!!” But Easton only stared back at him “umm babe I know you’re like the smart one usually but I think you’re confused… we always dress like this my dude?”. Carson stared at him in disbelief. Was he being serious? Did he really think he’d always dressed like that, did he truly think he only ever wore Tight Polos and dress pants? Penny Loafers and Belts? that he’d actually been at the gym all morning? There was surely no way and Carson knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

He grabbed his phone and hugged the Himbo goodbye before running back to the main street to find the shop. Easton stood there smiling at the kiss before scratching his crotch and taking a sniff. He walked down the whole street until he finally reached the place where it had been last night but when he arrived he saw an abandoned building. He walked up to the store from thinking surely they’d just closed overnight and that someone must be inside packing. But on the door was a note. “The fates have been changed. You’ll now succeed at being valedictorian as your competitor has seemingly never been the threat you say he was. He’s now just your dumb himbo boyfriend, he dresses in tight clothing to show you his muscles and he does anything he can to please you. Enjoy your new fate”

Carson stared at the note before looking up. He had what he wished for in becoming valedictorian and having less struggles with love life but at what cost? Changing reality around his will and making his only rival into the dumbest, hottest most perfect man of the campus?

He made his way back to the dorm to find Easton sitting in the couch. He turned to look at Carson “ Brooo welc-BURRRRRRRRPPPP-ome back. Man that one was fucking gnarly right babe!” Said Easton as he stood up. It’s as if he was getting dumber by the minute but that don’t matter to Carson. In his word Easton was still his perfect himbo boyfriend no matter how smart he was. Easton picked up Carson and carried him to the couch where he set him down “Look babe it’s that nerdy shit you like watching” Easton said with glee in his eyes ready to make Carson happy

The two sat on the couch watching tv, Easton slowly moving his leg towards Carson. He finally made a move and wrapped his leg around Carson s leg using it to pull him closer. Easton started wrestling around with Carson before eventually pulling down his tight dress pants and letting a massive PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT right onto Carson’s face “LETS FUCKING GO THAT SHITS GNARLY AINT IT BABE! REEKS IN HERE TYPE SHIT” Said Easton. Carson coughed on Easton’s fart before finally spurting out “Yea *cough cough* gnarly is the right word for that”. “HELL YEA BRO ALL THAT PROTEIN YOU MAKE ME EAT TO MAKE MY ASS LOOK NICE FOR YOU GIVES ME SOME NASTY FUCKING PROTEIN FARTS” as he lifted his leg and PPPFFFFFFTTTTT again.

Easton stood up and unbuckled his belt and took off his penny loafers before kicking his feet up on the table “MAN MY FEET REEK. NASTY AND SWEATY TYPE SHIT BABE! YOU WANNA DRINK SOME OF MY SWEAT?” He said before farting a long 20 second fart. “MAN AM I A FUCKING GAS DEMON OR WHAT BABE! I KNOW YOU LIKE MY FARTS TYPE SHIT”

Carson took a deep inhale as he sat there with his dumb himbo boytoy snuggling on the couch. He couldn’t imagine going back to a life without his giant oaf of a boyfriend and he wished he’d never have to.

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story, I tried my best for the request given which was “Straight to Gay, Himbo and Preppy transform in one” by @suitzandloafers

As always feel free to let me know what you thought of the story! Any critiques and criticism are welcome as I want to improve :D

Send me ask with things you’d like to see or questions in general I love to answer them.

And have a great day or night -Willy

[hypnoprep]

Wearing a bow tie is important. You want to be happy, don’t you?

[md7tf]

A Proper Christmas Cookie

Chad was so glad to be back at his frat house after spending Christmas with his family and all their nagging questions… "How are classes?" "What’s it like being in a fraternity?" "When do we get to meet your boyfriend?" … on and on. He couldn’t wait for the house’s big New Year’s Eve party where he could just get drunk with his frat brothers and make out with his boyfriend, Jason.

Walking into the house, he stopped to grab a cookie from the tin sitting on a table. “Looks like somebody got a care package.” The cookie was good, but had an odd taste that he couldn’t place. He noticed the house was surprisingly clean, decorated for Christmas, and quiet… which was unexpect. He grabbed another cookie as he thought to himself that maybe they had hired one of those cleaning companies to get ready for the party. But where was everyone?

Just then, the door opened and several immaculately dressed guys walked in, discussing the finer points of a sermon. They looked like they belonged at some uppity private school rather than his college. Who were these guys and… no wait! Was that Nick? And Tommy? And the one with the muscles really looked like Danny. These guys were his housemates… but since when were they all blonde, and what’s with the outfits like something his grandfather would wear?!?

“Ah, splendid! You’ve returned! I trust the family gathering was nothing short of marvelous?” Nick said as he picked up the tin of cookies and offered it to Chad. “Our charming neighbor, Mrs. Strait, has prepared some exquisite Christmas confections. You simply must indulge! Ah, but judging by those rather substantial crumbs, it appears you’ve beaten me to the punch. They are splendid, are they not?”

Chad was completely bewildered. Splendid? Marvelous? “What the fuck is going on guys? Is this some sort of joke?”

“Language!” the other young men all chided him in unison before Nick held up the tin of cookies again. “You’ll get over that in short order once you’ve become a proper gentleman like us. Come now, have another treat—it’s bound to make everything right as rain.”

The cookie! Something about the cookies did this to his friends. That cranky lady down the street who was always complaining about them being a “wretched hive of heathen debauchery”—she had done something to the cookies… the cookies that he had just eaten! He suddenly felt a strange tingling twisting in his stomach, like all the nights of drinking were hitting him at once, and the thought of beer or partying was starting to make him nauseous. In a panic, Chad bolted for the bathroom as the odd sensation began to spread through his body.

As the tingling sensation overtook his entire body, Chad gripped the sink and stared in horror at his reflection… His beard was gone and his hair… his hair was turning blonde just like his fellow fraternity brothers. And now there was a beastly pounding in his head, like all the music he had ever listened to was playing all at once in his brain. All of that infernal racket was making it so hard to think… what… was… happening…

Then, the torment abated with startling alacrity, leaving him feeling not merely recovered, but positively... splendid! He surveyed his new reflection with evident delight, his smile widening when he spotted Thomas standing behind him, patiently holding a stack of crisp, pressed garments.

“My sincerest thanks, Thomas,” he said, smoothing his hair as he turned to accept the clothes that would allow him to discard the utter catastrophe he was currently wearing. “I shall feel infinitely more at ease once I am clad in suitable attire and present a dignity befitting our brotherhood.”

Shortly thereafter, the fellows escorted him to Mrs. Strait’s house to tender their gratitude, where he beamed with the distinct pride of his new station, fully embracing the role of the proper gentleman as was expected.

Mrs. Strait couldn’t be more pleased with the results of her cookies as she exclaimed, “It is a delight to finally make your acquaintance, Chadwick. I am so pleased you could join us. The young ladies from the sorority up the street will be arriving shortly for our scripture reading. They also enjoy my special cookies. I must say, I daresay you and Eloise would make a charming pair.” A vague, melancholic sense of loss washed over Chadwick, the ghost of an affection he could no longer name. Yet, knowing he had no lady to miss, he reasoned the feeling was misplaced. He quickly composed himself, his heart swelling instead with eager anticipation at the prospect of courting a woman of quality, as is only proper.

“It does my heart good to see such upright young men and women residing nearby, walking the strait and narrow path. Oh, and Chadwick, do be a darling and take a tin of my fresh cookies to Jason—that overly friendly boy who is always visiting you. I simply cannot wait for him to have a taste of my hospitality.”

Without hesitation, Chadwick replied with a crisp “Of course, ma'am.”

[fafnir19]

Preppy Easter

The bass thrummed a final, rattling beat through Jason’s chest. He pushed through the throng, the neon pulse of the club fading behind him as he spilled onto the slick pavement. Dawn painted the eastern sky in bruised purples and grays, but the streetlights still fought the emerging light, casting sickly yellow pools. His bomber jacket offered little warmth against the chill, his ripped jeans doing even less. Good Friday, silent and dry, had been a bore. Saturday night, though, had delivered. Now, Easter Sunday crept in, a holiday he actively despised.

He chose a route through the suburbs, a silent protest against the quiet, manicured lawns and traditional homes he loathed. Each neatly trimmed hedge and symmetrical windowpane grated on him. He rounded a corner, a yawn stretching his jaw, when his eyes snagged on something impossible. A rabbit. Not a small, skittish garden variety, but a colossal, shaggy brute, standing taller than a man, its fur a mottled brown and gray. It cradled a wicker basket overflowing with painted eggs. Jason blinked, then rubbed his eyes.

"Right," Jason muttered, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "Those pills were definitely premium." He paused, swaying slightly on the curb.

The rabbit’s head snapped up. Its dark, obsidian eyes fixed on him. A low growl rumbled in its massive chest, a sound that vibrated the very air. The creature’s lips peeled back, revealing teeth. Not buck teeth, not rodent incisors, but rows of glistening, bone-white fangs, sharp as daggers, long as a wolf’s. A predatory snarl tore through the early morning quiet. The basket of eggs remained clutched in its massive paws, but its posture shifted, muscles coiling. This was no cuddly mascot. This was an apex predator disguised in fluff.

Jason froze, every nerve screaming. The air around him shimmered, growing heavy, thick with an unseen force. He felt a sudden, irresistible pull, like an invisible hand clamped onto his chest, dragging him forward. He clawed at the air, boots skidding on the pristine pavement. The bunny’s gaze locked onto him, cold, ancient, utterly devoid of warmth. The world blurred. A brilliant, blinding flash erupted from the basket of eggs. Jason felt himself shrink, his body compressing, twisting, his clothes dissolving into nothingness. The last thing he saw was the monstrous rabbit, its fangs still bared, before he was encased in a hard, smooth shell. Dark. Confining. He was an egg. A big white egg. The rabbit, its terrifying snarl now a placid, almost benevolent expression, bent down. It nudged the newly formed egg with a furry paw, then carefully scooped it into its wicker basket, nestling it among the other brightly colored shells. A deep, resonant voice, surprisingly human yet layered with a thrumming bass, echoed around the silent street. “One should not sneak around during Easter night.”

The rabbit moved with surprising grace for its size, padding down a gravel driveway. It pushed open a heavy oak door, revealing a sun-drenched living room. A grand mahogany table stood laden with pastries, fruit, and steaming teacups, ready for a brunch that hadn’t yet begun. The rabbit hopped straight to the table, ignoring the ornate furniture and expensive art, and set its basket down. It selected Jason’s egg, pulling it out with a gentle paw. With a soft click, it placed the egg in the center of the table. The egg pulsed. A soft glow emanated from within, growing brighter, more intense. The shell shimmered, then cracked, not shattering, but melting away like morning mist. Where the egg had been, a man now sat, cross-legged on the table, still wrapped in the fading luminescence. He was younger, perhaps twenty, with sandy-blond hair, meticulously styled, slicked back from a chiseled face. His eyes, a striking blue, darted around the opulent room, wide with bewildered shock. He wore a crisp, unbuttoned white and blue candy-striped shirt, revealing a glimpse of toned chest, tucked into stylish beige suit pants. His hands, long and lean, rested on his knees.

“What the… where am I?” Jason’s voice, younger, clearer, echoed slightly in the quiet room. He looked down at his new attire, a sudden grimace twisting his handsome features. “Oh, no. This… this is a nightmare. I don’t want to be some preppy jerk.” He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a look of utter horror on his face. The giant rabbit, now standing beside the table, its fangs retracted, its expression one of serene patience, twitched an ear. Its obsidian eyes held a knowing glint. “Are you quite sure about that?” the rabbit asked, its voice a low murmur. It raised a paw, surprisingly soft and fur-covered, and gently touched Jason’s temple. A sudden warmth bloomed behind Jason’s eyes, spreading like liquid sunshine through his skull. Images flashed: sailboats on a glittering lake, golf courses under a perfect sky, clinking champagne glasses at garden parties. A profound sense of belonging, of effortless grace, washed over him. The disdain, the cynicism, the rebellion, all melted away, replaced by a buoyant lightness. A smirk, entirely unbidden, curved his lips. “Actually,” Jason said, his voice now imbued with a smooth, confident charm, “I think I rather love being a preppy boy.” He adjusted the cuff of his striped shirt, a gesture of newfound ease. The rabbit nodded, a satisfied gleam in its dark eyes. “That’s the spirit,” it rumbled, its voice now softer, almost gentle. “Happy Easter.” With a final, knowing glance, the Easter bunny turned and hopped out through the open door, leaving Jason, now the embodiment of everything he once despised, sitting confidently on the brunch table, a new smirk playing on his lips, ready to embrace a life he never knew he wanted.

[onelittlespiral]

You should definitely do a preppy boy tf!

FML: Contact

I knew I should have charged my phone before I left, but I was running late and didn’t want to miss my study session. I know, I know it was stupid. But the walk was only supposed to be a few blocks. I have no idea how I got this lost. It felt like I was wandering for hours, but I kept just going around in circles and ending up in front of this gym. Great, just what I needed before finals week. Maybe I should stop an- ugh. My bag spilled out in front of me as I wa a knocked to the ground.

“Hey, sorry bro.”

It seems like on about my third time around the block I finally ran into one of the gym’s patrons, idiot. For the life of me I will never know how those guys will walk out in shorts in December. I started to scoop my belongings back into my bag.

“Here, let me help- Ah fuck, that could be bad.” He picked up my laptop and handed it to me. Thankfully it seems that there wasn’t any real damage, but a few deep scratches were carved in the metal and the screen was definitely cracked.

“Just what I needed today! Look where you’re going next time!” I was nearly in tears. I was lost, I was frustrated, I think the fall tore a hole in my khakis, and now my computer would be busted till after finals.

“Hey, I said I was sorry. Didn’t mean to knock a shrimp like you down. I didn’t even hit you that hard…”

“Well sue me if I don’t have time to get swoll bro,” I spat, “but some of us have finals to study for.”

“Oh dang, that’s where I know you from! English 110, with Professor Kim. Yeah, you’re always in the front and answering shit.” Immediately the puzzle pieces clicked. I can’t blame myself for not recognizing him. He must have been one of the dudes who sat in the back, and they all basically acted, talked, and looked about the same. A bunch of gym rats struggling through the gen eds. I’m genuinely surprised he can to class often enough to recognize me. “Hey man, are you studying for this final later? I’m just like not getting this stuff. Like, why are they having Exercise Science majors out here studying English anyways?”

“Uhh, yeah maybe.” At this point I was past the point of caring about this conversation. It was such a simple class I hardly had even glanced over the study guide. I had packed my things and was making to get up and leave.

“Here bruh, lemme help you up,” and he extended his hand to me. I grabbed hold as a small shock passed between us. It was just a split second, but as his calloused, sweaty had grasped mine, I felt a jolt that stuck my hair on end. I hardly had time to notice as he hoisted me up. “Hey, if you do end up reviewing later, maybe give me a heads up. We could do a study session or something.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled on the back of a receipt. Grabbing my hand again, and pulled me into a bro hug before I could protest. Up close he was warm and humid, sweat cooling in the cold winter air. He left the paper in my hand when he pulled away. He smirked, “You should ask inside, they may be able to help. I’ll see you later tonight.” There was a confidence in his voice that sent a chill down my spine. Before I knew it he had booked it, and I was left with a piece of paper, a broken computer, and a sinking realization I was still lost.

With few options left, I popped into the gym my classmate had just come out of. Maybe they would have a charger I could borrow or be able to help me with directions. At least it was warm inside. I walked over to the man at the desk, asking “Hey, sorry to bother. Do you all have a phone charger? I am completely lost and out of juice.”

“You can bother me any time,” the attendant said with a wink, “We’ve got some chargers in the locker room, but management is struck about people using facilities without paying. You already a member with us?”

“No, do I look like a member with you all? Please, I’m tired and at this point I just need to get home.” I groaned.

“Well sorry bro, you’ve gotta get those gains somewhere… let’s see, a day pass only runs about $5,” he slid the card reader to me.

“Fine.” I thrust my card into the machine and grabbed my receipt, storming off towards the locker room.”

“Enjoy your time! Oh, sir. Those aren’t the locker rooms they are the changing ro-” and the swinging door cut him off. I cut to the first door on my left. The overhead lights activated as I walked in. The inside was warm, hotter even than the lobby. For locker rooms, there were very few lockers. Just cooler with some sports drinks, some mirrors, and a charging station. No one else was inside, so I sat down on a bench and set my phone down on the charging station. With the heat I quickly began stripping layers, till I was down to my sweater, but I was not going shirtless in this place. It looked like it would be a while before my phone would be charged. I tried to put the whole situation out of my mind as I laid back and relaxed, carried to sleep in the thick heat…

I woke up a while later, disoriented and thirsty. It may have been a bad idea to sleep in the sweater, the thing was practically dripping in sweat now. I began to pull off the damp thing when I was shocked to see what was underneath:

Abs. Pecs. Abs and pecs. I had to be dreaming, when did I go from a stick to having abs and pecs. Not only that, but my arms. Thick and smooth, my arms looked swollen, as though I had been working them out for years. And my legs, they felt like lead beneath me, so heavy I could hardly move them. I could crush a melon between my thighs. And my poor shoes, they were practically in tatters on the floor. My toes poked out of the remains, leather torn between my meaty soles. I looked in the mirror to get a full picture. If I didn’t see it I wouldn’t have believed it, I was a whole different man.

I grabbed my phone and booked it out the door back to the front desk. The same attendant was there, looking me up and down as I passed by:

“Well hey there handsome. How are you enjoying our amenities?”

I just about strangled him, “What the hell happened? What did you all do to me?!?”

“I did try to tell you. Locker rooms are the other side. Those are the changing rooms.”

“What’s that supposed mean?”

“Well, look at yourself. Must have gone for the muscle enhancement, eh? Not a bad look on you.” I could just about wipe that smug look off his face.

“Cut the bull crap, I didn’t ask for this. If you all changed me into this change me back.”

“So sorry,” the apology dripped from his lips, “but things don’t quite work that way. For more specialized changes you have to get a full membership.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” I shouted, “You never said shit about this. I don’t need your membership. Change me back, now.”

“Woah, calm down there hot stuff, no need to get so worked up. How about this. My boss is home for the night. I know what you looked like when you came in. I can sneak you back into one of our specialty changing rooms, and I’ll calibrate it myself. Deal?”

I was about in tears, “Deal.”

He took my hand and lead me to the changing room all the way in the back. Same set up, same bench in a mostly barren room. This one was maybe a tad smaller. His voice came on over the intercom:

“Alright, now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

This time, deep red lights came on and that same heat began to fill the room. It somehow felt a bit different. The other heat wrapped around, this one felt like it pierced. In moments my body was flooded with warmth. Sweat rolled down my body as the room began having its effects. But something wasn’t right. Instead of shrinking down to my lithe self, my body felt like it was bubbling, and began to swell even more.

“Hey. HEY! What the hell! What are you doing out there? Wrong way asshole!”

He chuckled into the intercom, “What? I think it’s a good look on you.”

“You’re supposed to change me back!” I shouted

“I said I would calibrate the room. I didn’t say how. You should feel lucky, you’re getting the VIP treatment for free!”

Everywhere sweat rolled my muscles stretched as my body began writhing under the feeling of its growth. It felt… it felt… oh god it felt… so…good. But it had to be stopped. I couldn’t keep going like this. I put all my effort into standing up and lunged for the door handle. It didn’t budge, locked from the outside.

“Oh, is this not to your taste?” he teased “Well, I already did smooth jock tonight. Fine, let’s try this then.”

The red lights switched off as dull LED’s took their place. At the same time, a mist began pouring into the room. The smell made me dizzy as I slumped back on the bench behind me. The haze curled around me and stuck to my skin. It smelled like aftershave, sharp and fresh, with a coolness that made me shiver. My skin began to tingle wherever it touched. I watched as my skin turned to goosebumps, then slowly a fine layer of fuzz began to coat my pecs. It grew and curled wherever the mist lead it. It blazed a treasure trail down my abs and branched out to cover them. I could only moan as my body pushed out my new pelt. It curled around my back as a forest erupted behind me. Working it’s way up, I felt a tickle on my jaw and cheeks. It caressed my face as a five o-clock shadow pushed out from my smooth face, and in moments a full beard was pushed out. It’s curling tendrils even worked on the hair I already had. I felt the hair on top of my head stand on end before following the mist into a thick mop. It worked it’s way into my gapping mouth too, and I felt my throat stretch and adjust, my moans coming out much deeper. Then it concentrated on my groin and pits. My previously trimmed bushes grew wild, quickly becoming a tangle. As my pubes grew around, it felt soooo good. I began getting hard, but the mist only took that as an opportunity. Something else to grow and curve. It stretched 6, 7, 8, 9 inches straight out before curving distinctly up. I was in pure ecstasy, with only the thought of the man outside watching keeping me from fully jacking off.

“Wow, what a grower. I knew you had potential but, woof.”

“You… won’t… *gasp*…get away… with… with this!”

“Oh, still a little rebel in you? Maybe we can bring that out a bit.”

The mist receded, and overhead the lights began to strobe and a loud white noise began to play. The pattern was disorientating and it hurt to watch. But even when I closed my eyes I couldn’t escape. A splitting headache developed as my emotions all turned to anger. I tried to shout, to call for it to stop, but my words didn’t even reach my ears. I watched in glimpses as I began to scream, deep and primal, rage in my eyes. My arm clenched into a fist and I ran up to pound the door down. It still didn’t budge but the shock sent a ripple down my arm. In the mirror I watched as in slow motion a full sleeve tattoo stretched down my arm. I sat down in pain and fear and anger as I grew close to tears. But the back of my mind knew that I could not cry, not anymore. Then, all at once it stopped. I realized I was still shouting. I felt pissed off, aggressive. When I got out of this room, I was gonna pummel that twink into submission.

“God, that one always gets me. I love a man with tattoos.”

“Fuck OFF” I growled. I looked in the mirror at the monster I had become:

My mind was being flooded with emotions, a sense of loss for the person I was, a rage at the man who had done this to me, an animalistic horniness from my sizable new cock, and a deep terror for what else could happen. I channeled that fury and made one last attempt on the locked door. I yanked and rattled the door with all the strength this new body could muster. I felt the handle flex beneath my grip, before a loud *snap* sent me plummeting to the ground. The handle had come off the door. I banging against the door, shouting for anyone to come help me.

“Hmmm,” the attendant contemplated, “I may have gone too far with the rage this time. You’re a beast bro, but let’s reign it in. A healthy dose of this should help.”

A new cloud filled the room, this one thicker than the last. It was damp and sticky and clung to every inch of me. This one smelled rich and acrid, like an arm pit that had long since sweat through any deodorant. It was as though every patron of the gym had joined me in the room fresh from their workout. The fog was so thick I felt as though I was beginning to choke. It slid heavily down my throat and made my eyes water. That’s when I felt it begin to corrupt me. My enraged mind became calm, then addled as my brain filled with the all consuming fog. Memories flashed before my eyes as I felt them slip from my mind, replaced with false copies. I felt my college experience shift from books and classes to working out and tutoring sessions. My classes in journalism and writing were swapped for work out routines and remedial math. Then my cock began twitching as memories of hot workout sessions with my bros filled my mind, replacing my book club. As my mind relaxed and the new memories came to me easier and easier. My IQ was slipping down quickly, resting now somewhere around 75. As my mind relaxed I felt my body do so too. The cloud began seeping into my pores, filling me with its corrupting influence. My body betrayed me, greedily sucking up the cloud until the room was completely clear. I felt warm and tingly, my body pressed flat against the cold floor. I lifted my arm to get a good wiff of my funk. My cock jumped in response. God I needed to fuck. The cloud had saturated me, inside and out, soaking me in a new identity.

“How are you feeling in there big guy?” a voice was on the other side of a speaker in the room.

“Aight I guess man. I’m tired. Guess I passed out in here,” I replied. God, just waking up from a nap and I had my morning wood. The door opened, a cute bro was on the other side.

“Have you enjoyed your day pass sir?” He asked.

“Hell yeah Lil’ bro, it’s been good. This gym is stacked. I haven’t felt this worn out after a workout in a while!”

“Have you considered upgrading that day pass to a full membership? I know I would love to see you around,” he said with a wink.

“Mmm, wouldn’t mind seeing you every day. Gimme the forms.” He led me out to the lobby, I signed a few forms, and handed me a card.

“Now remember next time, locker rooms are over there,” he smirked. “Here, this is free with your sign up.”

He threw a tank top over to me. Good thing too, I think I forgot mine at home. It fit snugly over my huge chest. It made my arms look huge too. Just a shame I sweat so much after a workout, I already had some pit stains going. Shit, I was rank.

“Thanks bro, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I strolled out the door into the cold winter air. I flexed, feeling the breeze wick some of my sweat away.

“Hey, excuse me?” Some dork walked up to me, looking desperate. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, though I couldn’t place it. “Would you happen to be able to help me? I have been going around in circles and can’t seem to find my way. I have an exam in just a few hours.”

“Nah, sorry man. I’m not quite sure I’m able to help. Never been good with directions huhu,” that’s when it clicked, “Hey, you’re in my bio class aren’t you? Ah shit, is that exam today?!? Fuck, I’m never gonna pass that crap.”

He looked a little flabbergasted, but made some excuses and was about to move on when I grabbed him. I felt something pass between us, as his gaze fell onto me, unblinking, “You should check in the gym bro, I know they can help you out.” I pulled away and the moment passed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two receipts. The first was my receipt for my day pass. I scribbled down my contact info, and handed it off to the nerd. “Here, if you want to talk about lifting with me and my buds later you should give me a call. Looking a little scrawny bruh.”

He took the receipt before wandering towards the gym entrance. I then looked at the second paper I pulled out. Oh yeah, it was that hot gym bro from earlier. Yeah, I could meet up with him for sure. His name at the top rang a faint bell. For a split second, I remembered a friend I would sit next to in class. Smart, nerdy, nothing like the man I had met on the sidewalk earlier... But just then I felt my brain pounding, and I couldn’t focus on… whatever it was I was thinking about. Oh, right. Hot jock. Yeahhh, I’m gonna go see if he wants these rank pits shoved in his face while I ride his cock.

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Maybe not what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy anyways ❤️