#reality change

[fairyminnie444]

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You assume it on knowing that it has already happened. There is no “how” because it is not an effort, it is a natural state. You simply know that you already have it. In the same way that you know your name without having to constantly reaffirm it, you know that you already have everything you want.

If you feel yourself questioning or doubting, go back to the feeling of already being the person who has it. Ask yourself: If I already had it all right now, how would I feel? How would I think? What would I do? And just embody that version of you.

Just affirm it, feel it and don't contradict it. And if you have to do something contrary or think something contrary, >know< in the exactly same way that it doesn't change anything. Accept that It's simple and easy.

[inkcobwebs]

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝?

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song: "trailers after dark" by finn wolfhard

[horniestofhoes]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I quickly got an answer

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

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

[mjc88blr]

What’s happening to the Henderson’s?

My head throbbed and I felt more sore than I ever had in my life when I woke up this morning the sun peaking bright through my window. My bed strangely creaked and groaned as I attempted to turn over but when I opened my eyes reality hit me like a truck. Looking down at my body I was giant and hairy, much larger than my normal skinny body of Alex Henderson that was maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. I threw off the sheet and a monster dick that bobbed up and down almost matching my heartbeat and the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils. I panicked because what had slowly been spreading to my family for the last week had finally happened to me. Last Tuesday we were all gathered at home. Summer had just begun. My twenty year old sister had returned from college to study fashion while I was getting ready to leave to study marketing once summer ended. The whole world seemed to ripple for a minute and the sky seemed to change color for just a second and at first we didn’t notice anything different until we realized the internet didn’t work and the weirdest part we couldn’t leave the house we would just wind up back inside and the world continued on outside without us. I could have dealt with all that but the biggest change involved my family members morphing into copies of some of the men around town that I found most attractive. Worst of all they acted constantly horny like they were living in a porno and kept trying everything to get me to have sex with them. Don't get me wrong it would have been great all these hot guys throwing themselves at me but these sex obsessed fantasy guys were my family members. Even more strangely they would switch between acting like their old personality and their new one usually with a blink and shake of their head, it all was completely normal to them if I brought it up they looked at me like I was crazy.

My dad who luckily worked as an astrophysicist, a job I never understood but it came in handy when he said he recognized the pattern of the sky changing color from satellite imagery he studied last week and got to work in his basement office looking for a solution. Now looking in the bathroom mirror I was greeted not by my eighteen year old face but by the shocked face of Mr. Brown, my senior year history teacher and coach of the soccer team. I’d spent my senior year captivated by him the way his dress shirts would hug his bulky frame or how the smell of his cologne would invade my nostrils when I entered the classroom. My favorite way to spend the class period was hoping a student would ask him a question so he would bend down over their desk and I could get a look at his ass in his tight pants. After school I would sit in the bleachers hoping to see him running drills with the soccer team and working up a sweat in his gym shorts and tight school t-shirt. Now I had a front row seat to his naked body and it was even better than I imagined. Legs and thighs like tree trunks and a hairy body that exuded masculine energy and smell. His ass was even bigger than it looked in his dress pants. It felt great just to stand there and grab it with my much larger hands, eventually I worked my hands around to my stomach and down to my new dick. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never felt so much pleasure radiate through my body and I didn't want it to end ever. No, I had to stay focused this whole situation had to be reversed even if it meant I had to lose this gorgeous body, with none of the clothes in my dresser having a chance of fitting me now I went into my parents room and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that could cover me up. I had to find dad and see if he could help me, he said yesterday evening he was close to a breakthrough as he analyzed some more data last night.

After lumbering down the stairs which my new hefty body made difficult, I saw out on the patio the guy who used to be my sister Ashley now with the body of her boyfriend Brandon doing yoga. Who knew the soccer captain could be so flexible? He was out there doing the splits and several different yoga poses I didn’t know were possible especially for a guy. “Brandon, have you seen where dad is? I need to talk with him” I asked. “Oh hey Alex do you like the outfit I found in my closet? It's so cute and luckily it fits I don’t know why but none of my clothes seem to fit lately. I must have visited the dining hall too many times. Even my underwear is too small especially in the front and I don’t know why I’ve always crammed my dick and balls in there before and I never had an issue but now even my favorite pair almost ripped today, even these pants can barely hide my ass” he said his voice even in a noticeably higher pitch as he run his hands up his backside, his white pants stretched to their limit over his butt in the yoga pose he was in. He blinked and shook his head and smirked at me, his voice resuming its deeper pitch Brandon’s personality back in control, “hey looser come out here to stare at me while I stretch? Shit I would too look at me this body is perfection” he said flexing and rubbing his chest. “Here let me give you a better look”, then he began to remove his white pants and was now completely naked, his caramel colored body shining in the morning sunlight. “Take a look at this, all this yoga has really loosened me up. I’ve been working on this for hours pretty soon I’ll be able to entertain myself all day since you love to play hard to get.” He then sat on the ground and brought his foot up to his mouth and licked it all over with his large tongue, never breaking eye contact with me and I couldn’t look away. After each toe had been sampled he raised both his legs up and locked both of his feet behind his head and began to try and stretch his mouth toward the hard dripping appendage between his legs. I finally snapped out of it and ran inside. Well Brandon had been no help just like he was before all of this only caring about himself. I left him in the backyards legs behind his head damn that yoga really was helping I’m pretty sure I saw his tongue make contact with his dick although, I was distracted with him in that position I could clearly see his asshole and there something leaking out of it things just kept getting worse.

I tiptoed into the kitchen because my mom was a little unpredictable in her new body, a former twenty-seven year old convict Luke who worked at the mechanic that I took my cheap sedan to for tire and oil changes. I just had to spend those hours staring at him dripping in sweat while he worked on my car didn’t I. One minute he would be my happy mother asking me how my day was and calling me his sweet boy to Luke’s personality taking over swearing up a storm and scowling and asking me what the hell i was staring at. “Hey honey! If you wait just a second I can have a cupcake ready for you” It must have been a good day today, although it was still so weird to see his tatted up body wearing only my mothers apron and hearing his deep voice call me honey. Even more unsettling was the large protrusion below her waist that was sticking so obscenely in front of her it knocked over the can of baking powder on the counter when he turned to face me. “Sorry, stupid thing won’t go down. I already had Brandon let me release a load in his ass before I started baking but these balls are full again and I’m going to have to mop when I’m done baking, I’m dripping all over the floor. Be a dear and help me out, maybe just a little tongue action on my balls please” Then he lifted up his apron showing the giant dick and dangling balls I had seen too often over the last couple days. He was almost whimpering, biting his lip as his dick twitched and bobbed up and down and continued to leak on the floor. When I declined as I so often had to do in this house it was like a switch flipped and Luke’s harsher personality took over with a shake of his head. “You fucking ungrateful piece of shit, I work hard all day sweating my balls off cooking and cleaning and all I ask is for you to help me out when I need some release you’re fucking useless”. “Um yeah have you seen dad by chance” I asked hesitantly hoping to get out of here quickly. “Where do you think he is in his office downstairs fucking dumbass, God damn it I need a smoke”. He yelled, throwing his apron on the counter and pulling a cigarette from the front pocket, lighting up and blowing a large cloud of smoke in my direction, grumbling and flipping me off and beginning to work his hand rapidly up and down his glistening shaft. As I began to leave the oven timer dinged and Moms regular happy demeanor was back and as he bent over the oven to grab the cupcakes Luke shook his bubble butt and said, “oooooh yay cupcakes are done I’m going to save some icing you can lick it off my ass later honey. oh dang it, excuse my language son I just made more of a mess look at these new puddles on the floor” I needed to find Dad he said he was close to figuring out what was going on last night hopefully he had made a breakthrough because this house was driving me crazy.

My worst fear awaited me when I went down to dad’s office. There sitting on the couch was Jesse, a guy who worked at the local pizza place and was probably the worst body dad could have been put in. Yeah he was extremely hot, why else would he be here making things worse, he was also extremely dumb multiple times when I handed him cash for my pizza order it took him minutes to figure out my change. “Wait dude stop you’re cracking me up so, sure I’m some smart scientist whatever you say bro hahaha. Why would I use my brain for numbers and stuff that shit gives me a headache. You don’t need to use your brain when you look this good, check out these abs and this chest touch them if you want. Dude what the fuck stop crying you’re killing the vibes it’s bad enough my phone isn’t working can’t even pull up my favorite sites to take care of this problem” he said as he pulled down his grey shorts releasing his dick that smacked his stomach as it escaped its confines. “Can you send down the hottie in the yoga pants bro? I couldn't get enough of him last night he snuck down here and was doing the splits and shit while bouncing on my dick it was amazing.” “No dad please you can’t be stuck as this dumbass you’re supposed to figure out how to fix this mess, I don’t want to be old I’m supposed to be starting college in a few months” I began to cry even louder then Jesse blinked and shook his head an angry look appearing on his face as his nostrils flared and a vein popped on his forehead just like dad’s when we misbehaved as kids. “I will not have you swearing in my house young man, how dare you call me a dumbass. Get upstairs, I don't want to see you until dinner Alexander” I climbed the stairs, the stern and familiar expression of my dad already gone from Jesse’s face and replaced with his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he flexed and grouped his pecs any sign of my intelligent father gone. I arrived at the landing on the ground floor greeted by the sight of Brandon and Luke making out naked on the living room couch. “Finally he’s free, hurry up, let's get downstairs Luke, that guy down there is so hot we can share him” they high fived and ran downstairs giggling, their matching boners swinging between their legs with every step. I climbed the stairs back to my room, my only hope of escaping this nightmare gone.

You know I don’t remember what I was so worried about yesterday morning. I have this great body, huge dick, and a house full of hot guys who want to have sex with me everyday. This is paradise. I think this top really makes me look sexy. It kind of just appeared in my closet an hour ago how lucky is that!. I wonder if the boys will agree not that we’ll be in our clothes for a very long time. Damn it is that Luke moaning ugh only Jesse’s dick makes him squeal like that. I told them to wait for me.

Meanwhile in a galaxy three solar systems away…

“Sir Earth experiment 8076-A43 seems to finally be a success. All test subjects have succumbed to the newest reality altering invention although the personality modifier could still use some work; they're still switching between their original and new personalities randomly.” “ Excellent, expand this test to the entire neighborhood and give me an update on the other experiments soon, we need to know if there are any issues with our other test subjects.” “Yes sir right away” said the alien scientist pushing a button and causing another reality changing ripple to sweep across the planet.

[nicoleshiftss]

“Letting go“ in shifting doesn’t mean to stop trying to shift. It’s just knowing that you were meant to shift and accepting that you’re gonna shift one day, no matter how long it takes. You shouldn’t put pressure on yourself to shift “faster” because time is not real and the months/ years you spend in this reality are incomparable to the infinity you will spend shifting and exploring other realities.

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[fairyminnie444]

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make revision normal to you ࣪ ִֶָ☾.࣪ ִֶ it’s your reality!! ꔫ ۪

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revision isn’t something rare or complicated, it’s the most natural thing ever, the moment you decide an event went differently, it did. reality already rearranged itself to match that decision.

once you’ve revised, it’s done. you don’t need to check the 3D for proof, you just persist in your new assumption. if you ever spiral or think of the old story, gently remind yourself:

“what i decide it’s truth, negative thoughts don’t matter”

then return to affirming your new version of events.

you’re still god, always in control.

make revision part of your daily life. before sleep, replay your day and rewrite every scene that didn’t go your way. neville called this the secret to a transformed life, each night you choose a better version of your story, you shift into it effortlessly.

the past bends to you. the present follows you. and the future obeys you.

🕯️ my new subliminal: reality revision — rewrite, reset, rebirth ✧

my revision sucess story <

[horniestofhoes]

Camouflaged

My sister, god bless her heart, has awful taste in men. Every other month she’ll fall in love with some dickwad, then come crying to me about how he started treating her horribly, how he cheated and so on so forth. I don’t mind though, cause that means I have a target to change that has it coming anyways.

Take for example this new guy, Trevor. I can see in his file that he’s a huge, 6’2 180 pounds, misogynistic jerk from the army, coming from a long line of guys just like himself. Loves to chase ladies, pump n dump, even had a few kids lying around that he doesn’t know and probably wouldn’t care about. He’s just living his life being guided by his dick really, but I’m not gonna him walk away all fine after he messed with my family.

Just making some adjustments… and done! Now, he’s not exactly from the army anymore, cause the guys in there beat him up so hard a lot after his father forced him to go in order to “not be a faggot” that he had to leave. Now, he pursues his true passion: Dancing at a strip club, always wearing his camo uniform, of course. I also dolled him up a bit, cause since he’s not gonna be into ladies anymore, I might as well have some fun too! Smooth body, not capable of growing any body hair, blonde locks, cock sucking lips, a huuuuge butt, and I also doubled the size of his dick even though he’s not gonna be using it much now, just because. My sis is gonna love this when she sees it, haha!

[tfalpha88]

The Price of a Wish Part 1

Raphaël and Benjamin stood in front of their future house like two kids staring at a Christmas tree.

Hand in hand. Wide smiles. Completely happy.

Raphaël, in a white T-shirt, phone pressed to his ear, laughed while talking about the future bathroom tiles. Benjamin had his arm around him — possessive, loving, unapologetic.

They had nothing to hide. They loved each other. Period.

But not everyone on the construction site shared that joy.

There was him.

The foreman.

A block of muscle. Thick beard. Forearms like wooden beams. The kind of guy who could hammer a nail with a glare alone.

He watched them from inside the wooden frame of the house, hammer still in hand.

At first, he said nothing.

But it boiled inside him.

Two guys holding each other. Laughing. Talking about pastel colors and curtains.

His jaw tightened.

“Jesus…” he muttered. “Guys like that… that’s supposed to be men?”

He drove the nail in hard. Violently.

“They should learn what being a real man is. Testosterone. Not scented candles.”

It slipped out.

A wish thrown into the dust of the construction site.

A stupid sentence fueled by contempt.

But the land was not ordinary land.

Beneath the foundation. Beneath the disturbed soil.

Something listened.

Something old.

Something that loved badly phrased wishes.

Raphaël stepped away to call the interior designer.

“Yes, we want something bright, modern—”

He laughed.

Then stopped.

A chill.

A metallic taste in his mouth.

His vision blurred.

His throat clenched.

A thick red cloud burst from his mouth like living smoke.

“What the hell…?”

The smoke swirled around him — then forced its way into his chest.

His body reacted immediately.

His shoulders broadened. His arms thickened under the fabric. Veins rose along his forearms.

His thoughts blurred.

Benjamin. Their apartment. Their first kiss.

Corrupted files. Erased.

Another voice took over in his head.

Simpler. Heavier. Dumber.

Decoration?

What a joke.

He looked at his arms.

Solid. Massive.

He liked that feeling.

Strength. Tension. Weight.

Benjamin?

That name meant nothing.

The foreman stepped outside.

He saw Raphaël.

But it wasn’t the same man.

The softness was gone. In its place — something primitive.

“You good?” he asked.

Raphaël shrugged.

“Gotta start the walls.”

“Start what?”

“I’m the painter, right?”

He looked at his hands.

Already stained blue.

Like they always had been.

The foreman felt something crawl up his spine.

He hadn’t asked for specifics.

Just for them to understand what a “real man” was.

The land had interpreted.

In its own way.