#slime tf

[pobblebonked]

elf slime girl tf

[komorebigold]

See. You're fine. Though now you must answer the call when it comes. Don't worry about it.

[secret-experiments]

GO MY GOODRA TF

[next-gen-men]

December 26th - Daddification - Samir

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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The fire’s warmth and love fill us up gladly. So long as you stay focused on your new daddy.

Ethan hadn't expected to be stuck waiting for Samir, especially when the two of them had made plans to hang out later that day. Of course, things were certainly different after that fateful call two days ago, but his friends had both reassured him that nothing would change about their dynamic. It was reassuring for Ethan to know that even if his childhood friend had the body of a hot jock, Samir would still have his back no matter what. That was, until he was left waiting at Ethan's house for over an hour in his friend's bedroom.

Ever since they were kids, Ethan and Samiar would spend the day after Christmas over at one of their family homes. It was a holiday tradition for them to spend the day watching cartoons and anime, playing some board or card games, or just lounging about in each other's bedrooms as they talked about boys, school, and other silly gossip. Ethan knew that they were reaching a point where they should outgrow this behavior. However, since it was one of the few opportunities he had to see Samir in person while he was back home, the young man didn't want to miss it.

In the downtime, the young man sighed as he opened up his phone once more, eyeing the strange Advent app. With several additional days added because of his conversation with Santa last night, Ethan had no choice but to continue doing what he had been doing the whole month. The young man huffed as he stared at his screen; was this really an Advent calendar if it went past Christmas? He thought the entire point was to enjoy the days leading up to it, not include every single day in December! But dutifully as always, Ethan tapped on the button and glanced over the stupid holiday rhyme. He could only hope Samir would show up sometime soon, or that the grad student was planning on going home.

As if listening in on his internal thoughts, Ethan was interrupted by the sound of the door to Samir's bedroom opening wide. His eyes fell towards his friend's frenzied and disheveled appearance, his tight shirt damp with sweat. As far as he could tell, it looked like the other man had run over in a hurry to make it on time. But Ethan didn't know where Samir was coming from, as his friend hadn't replied to any of his texts. There was a contorted expression on the other man's face, his brows knit together as he awkwardly shuffled into the room. There was a damp line that trailed down the insides of Samir's sweat, and the young, fit man only waddled in before collapsing onto the bed.

"Samir? Are you okay, man? You look… awful! What happened?!" Ethan stammered in surprise as he shifted from his spot on the ground to kneel by Samir's bedside. His friend had fallen facedown, and Samir would only wince when he turned over onto his backside instead. The young man didn't seem to care that he was getting his sweat and musk all over his bed sheets; the thick scent had already permeated the room.

"N-Ngh… Ahh… It…It hurts…" Samir groaned as one hand clutched at his stomach and another cupped his ass cheeks. The young man didn't seem comfortable in the slightest, only panting and drooling over his bedsheets as he stared back at Ethan. The two friends hovered in an awkward state of tension, with Ethan clearly uncertain about how to help his friend. After a long moment of soft whimpers and grunts of pain, Samir finally pushed himself up a bit more so that he could properly face his friend.

"Dude… Your older brother, Henry, and his boyfriend, Noel? They… really know how to fuck someone," he groaned as he rubbed at his chest idly. Ethan stared at his friend for a long moment, his eyes only widening as Samir continued his story. "I mean, I was just working out at the gym, but when both of them came up to me… It was impossible to say no! I mean, you know how much I've been crushing over your family all these years. And I didn't think I'd ever have a chance with Henry since he's been dating Noel. But both of them seemed down for me to have some fun with them, as like, a one-time thing." Samir carefully tugged off his shirt, grinning as he flexed his muscles while showing off the cum-splattered marks over his chest and abs. "This is from your older bro, man. Henry shoots out such big loads…"

Ethan's cheeks turned a bright pink color as he listened to Samir's erotic tale, only clamping two hands over his ears in protest. "Dude! Did you seriously have sex with my brother and his boyfriend just to show up late?! I know you're hot and all now, but you said we'd still be friends and everything's changed!" he protested. This was the second one of his family members that Samir had hooked up with, and now that his friend was fit and ripe with new muscles, he figured it was only a matter of time before Samir found his way to Victor.

His friend offered a sympathetic chuckle as he tossed his sweat-and-cum stained shirt aside into his dirty clothes pile. "Hey man, I didn't plan for it! What was I supposed to do, say no to some of the hottest men around town? Besides, I practically ran over here when I found out what time it was, since I didn't want to miss this. Do you know how hard it is to run with Noel's cum shoved deep inside your hole? After getting rammed and stuffed by both of their fat cocks?" Samir moaned as he tugged down his sweatpants, revealing the slick, sticky trails of fresh cum still dripping out from his used hole and down his veiny, meaty thighs. "I didn't know he was packing that much heat, man… Noel really went to town. I thought he was gonna pull out and finish, but that guy really loves filling me up to the brim until I'm a leaking mess…" he groaned. "I'm pretty sure he dumped so much in me, I can feel it in my stomach…" Samir panted, his pleasured, teasing face shifting once more back to a feeling of discomfort and slight confusion.

"Dude, when we talk about sharing gossip, I don't mean hearing you talk about how much you love hooking up with my family! You gotta find other people to do that with–" Ethan started, only pausing when he saw Samir's teasing face shift into another grimace of pain and discomfort. "Samir, do I gotta like… get you to a doctor or something? You've been in pain ever since you got back!"

"No, no… It's fine… I guess Noel just went a bit too ha–" The other man's words stuttered with a sharp cry of pain, his body curling up on itself as he lay on his bed in a fetal position. Samir's eyes wavered with confusion as another jolt of pain shot through his body. It was like he was being electrocuted before Ethan's eyes, with how jerky and shaky he was. Samir groaned as he writhed about on the bed, only dressed in his tight underwear while he squirmed about. His hands clutched at his stomach once more, with a loud gurgle bubbling from his stomach. The two young men glanced down at the other's cobbled abs, only watching as a gigantic and visible mass began to distend Samir's stomach.

Ethan gasped as he watched his friend's lean and cut body begin to pack on more and more mass, the gurgling noise growing louder from his stomach. "Samir?! Something's wrong! We need to get you some help!" But when he glanced over at his friend's pained expression, Samir's words were coming out as low, rank belches. It was long and gassy, as though he had swallowed several balloons to make his body swell up with air. The uncomfortable feeling was all coming out as loud, bellowing burps, and Ethan could catch a whiff of protein and the smell of sex from the other man's mouth. Samir's attempts to speak sounded as if he were underwater, and the blubbering words soon spilled out as a thick, viscous liquid. Ethan stared as Samir jerked about on the bed, with white goop spilling out of the corners of his mouth. From what he could tell, it didn't look like vomit or anything. In fact… it looked like cum. But there was no way his friend could have swallowed up so much seed. And yet, the slick, sticky liquid was pooling out of Samir's mouth and onto the bedsheets. Like a strange, sentient being full of slime, the cummy saliva began to slide over Samir's twitching body.

Low moans began to pepper in between Samir's burping spurts of cum, only accenting the way the young man's body was changing rapidly. Wherever the slimy mixture slid over, it left behind a slick trail of thick, coarse hair. It was furry and matted and had far more hair than Ethan and Samir had combined. And yet, the strange goop left behind a dense forest of hair, coating Samir's forearms, shoulders, and pits. The burping concoction also coated over the young man's face, leaving behind a proper beard and moustache that could rival any man's. It looked like something Ethan's friend had been growing for years, except it looked a bit out of place on such a young and youthful visage. 

The goopy mixture continued on his path, and with Samir still upchucking a steady amount of this cum-like substance, it coated over his pecs and abs, leaving behind a nice coat of fur that would be scratchy yet satisfying to touch. With so much hair over his friend's body, Ethan wondered if Samir had even shaved at all. The coarseness, length, and thickness of the hair looked as though the young man didn't bother touching a razor or a wax, beyond the occasional trim. And yet, Ethan could see just how much pride his friend had in showing off his hairy body.

As if sensing how strange Ethan's thoughts were, the two young men made eye contact with each other. Ethan could see the terrified look in Samir's eyes as the goopy puddle of cum slid its way down towards his boxers. That was right; his friend didn't have hair like this! All of this was wrong. This was unusual and strange, and Ethan had to do his best to remember the way things really were! He had to help Samir and get him out of this situation! But his realization came far too late, with the slime only slipping underneath his friend's boxers. Samir's eyes widened even more in surprise and fear, before morphing into a strange feeling that was similar to pleasure. Or rather, an orgasm. His head fell back onto the bed as his eyes rolled back. Twitching and shaking, his body began to respond naturally to the strange sensation in his underwear. The massive amount of cum began to seep into whatever orifice it could, with some retreating back down Samir's throat. Others flood into the young man's nose and ears. But a majority of the mixture had already made its way down Samir's body and into his pants, worming its way through the young man's thick cock slit and used hole between his plump ass cheeks.

The excess mass wriggling its way into Samir had an immediate effect on the young man. Just as Ethan had seen before over the video camera, he watched as his friend's body began to swell and bulk up in size. While the Muscle Munchies had done some proper work in making Samir lose all his body fat, the strange goop took a more aggressive and sudden approach. Low, creaking noises filled the bedroom as the mattress began to sink down on the frame. Samir's body multiplied in muscle, mass, and weight, only compounding more and more beefiness on his already slim frame. What used to be a lean, young man who was finding his way in the gym now had the beefy, brawny body of a man who spent years at the gym. The hairy pecs were big and heavy, swelling with all the extra meat and fat packed underneath the skin. The cock began to lengthen and fatten as the heavy nuts filled with the strange, potent seed from before. It reeked of a muscle bull, rank of Samir's heavy, masculine musk. The biceps that Ethan's friend had been so proud of before, to flex and show off the other day, were soon tripling in size, almost dwarfing Samir's head size when he was still a chubby nerd. As if acting on second nature, Samir's body raised both arms to show off the thick cords of muscle all over his lengthening body. 

Whatever the substance was, it was unrelenting in its pursuit to change and mold Samir into something else. The bits that squirmed their way into the other's nose and ears began latching themselves into pieces of his brain. At once, Ethan could see the effects of the cummy goo, with Samir's young and vibrant face morphing into something older and more weathered. He stared at his friend's changing face as he looked up at an older and grizzled man. It was nothing like the giggling, goofy, gamer boy that he had grown up with. Instead, he stared at a man who very much looked like he could have been Samir's father in a different life. Samir could feel the changes taking over, with his mind being flooded with memories of a different life, where he was an older, beefier, muscular bull daddy. The only things he cared about were pumping iron, letting his hair grow wild, and stuffing young men up between his big, beefy pecs and his sweaty pits. Watching them choke and gag and splutter over his cock was one thing, but feeling fat, thick cocks filling up his greedy hole was something else, and Samir loved it. Even if he knew something was off, and it was a different life than he was currently living, he could only groan and grunt as he struggled through this strange reality.

The older man's head began to sweat out of exertion as he battled for control in his mind. Different parts were fighting with each other, and for a moment, there was a dull, dimming light in Samir's eyes as he stared back at Ethan with a dopey expression on his face. "Huh, huh… Fuck… Yeah, you're my good little boy, aren't you?" The beefy daddy only slid his muscular legs over the side of the bed, letting it hang as he sat up tall. Samir gazed down from a towering height, his broad back stretching to accommodate all his extra bulk.

Ethan, however, was unwilling to let this slide. He refused to allow Samir to change and lose himself completely. There were years of his life where he relied and depended on this friendship, and Samir had been such an integral part of his life. Whatever was happening to his friend, Ethan also wanted to help him fight it. So, surging forward, despite the growing itch in the back of his mind to listen and obey the daddy sitting there before him, Ethan crashed their lips together in a firm and desperate kiss. The young man's eyes were squeezed shut, mentally praying to himself as he felt Samir's fat tongue wriggle down inside of his own mouth. Please, please, please, Samir! Please remember! Remember me!

For a moment, there was only the sound of wet, sloppy kisses between the two men. Samir's thick, muscular arms wrapped around Ethan's slender waist, holding the young man close to his lap. He propped Ethan's legs apart, keeping them wide as he positioned the small boy on top of his swelling crotch. The daddy moaned as he savored the sweet, satisfying taste of someone so eager and needy for him. But as they continued to make out, the older man grunted as he felt a low, resounding beat smack against the walls of his mind. It wasn't particularly strong or overwhelming, but it was relentless in its steady rhythm. Small cracks began to form inside this box's persona, and Samir could feel trickles of his old self starting to seep in. He wasn't this man, this big… beefy daddy who claimed boys and used them as toys every night. He was silly and goofy. He loved passionately and fiercely, but knew how to be loyal and protect those he cared about. Samir loved being with his friends, even if he craved flirting and lusting after every hot guy that came across his path. And he loved every bit of Ethan and his wildly gay, homoerotic family.

There was almost an audible pop in the air as the pressure loosened and dissipated in a glimmer of silver smoke. Whatever tension existed in Samir's mind slowly faded away, and the bright, youthful glimmer returned to his dazed eyes. The older man pulled away from the kiss, only smiling down at Ethan as he brought a calloused hand up to stroke the sides of his friend's smooth, soft cheeks. "Hi."

Ethan hovered there for a moment, staring desperately into Samir's eyes as he tried to gauge if anything worked. He wasn't sure what he would do if his friend didn't remember him or even… see him as a friend anymore. "...H-Hi," he said back cautiously, his hands carefully sliding down Samir's boulder shoulders to cup at his bouncy pecs. "A…Are you— feeling okay?" he managed to ask softly as he nervously bit his lower lip.

The beefy daddy didn't say anything for a moment, his serious expression staring back blankly at Ethan. And for a moment, the younger man could feel his heart sink into the pits of his stomach. But then, Samir's handsome visage broke out into a goofy smile, and he leaned in close to whisper gently into Ethan's ear. "When I get to make out with my best friend like that, I think feeling okay is an understatement." The low, gravely voice reverberated throughout Ethan's body, and the young man squeaked in surprise as he felt a tingle run down his spine and cause his whole body to twitch.

"You really stopped it. Whatever was happening to me, changing me… You broke through it," Samir continued reverently as he continued whispering and nipping at Ethan's ear gently. "I… I thought I was gone. But you saved me, Ethan." He smiled as he pulled back, staring into the younger man's eyes with a wide smile on his lips. "I… I can't thank you enough. I don't know what was happening, and it was terrifying. But… I feel good. Alright. Like myself, like I'm in control." Samir paused as he tapped the sides of his head, shaking them gently. "It's weird, some things are still in here. Like how to lift and do all the things to become a bodybuilder. How to maintain my hair. And I feel like… decades older. A full-on dad, you might say. But… I'm not complaining about any of that. I'm still.. me. I still love games, anime, and boys. And I still think your entire family is fuckin' hot, and I definitely still want you all to take turns fucking this fat ass of mine," Samir teased as his face broke out into a goofy grin. He laughed as that final statement earned a proper slap on his shoulder from Ethan, only hugging his friend tighter as he pressed Ethan up against every last bit of his bull body.

"And I definitely feel… different. Like, I didn't grow up here. And I'm now half Arabic, half Indian. There's all this different culture and… new things that I'm learning about my identity, but it's like it was always there this whole time," Samir murmured as he pressed his lips gently up against Ethan's. "I think Noel… finishing inside of me had something to do with it. I don't know how to explain it, but… whatever he did, it changed me into this. But only you were the one to stop me from losing myself." Samir's eyes glimmered with a softening gaze as he slowly closed their lips together into another slower, firmer kiss. While the first makeout session was quick, passionate, and desperate, this one was slower and more reverent. Samir wanted to take his time showing Ethan just how much he appreciated him.

The two of them slowly stumbled back onto Samir's old bed, what with the daddy's larger form barely fitting as his feet hung off the edges. But neither of them cared about any of that. There was an unspoken need, a hanging desire that had slowly grown over the past few days, and Samir was more than happy to take his time with Ethan. There weren't any other plans for the rest of the day, and he figured the younger man would be the perfect person to help him acclimate to his newly bulked-up body. Carefully guiding the younger man's head around, Samir watched as his friend's lips latched onto one of his pert nipples, hardened from the erotic and sensual pleasures of him packing on several more pounds of pure muscle. "O-Oh fuck… Fuck yeah, Ethan… Fuck, I've been dreaming of this for such a long time… I always w-wanted you… And now, I'm all yours to enjoy," Samir groaned.

His fat cock twitched and throbbed up between Ethan's ass cheeks, and the younger man skillfully moved one of his hands to tug down Samir's waistband. It freed the thick, uncut length, slapping up against his friend's perky bottom. And while Samir generally preferred feeling something up inside of him, he wasn't going to deny Ethan from all the things that he needed. Samir hummed as he carefully tugged on his friend's hair to pull him off his heaving pec for just a moment so he could speak to him. "I'm going to fuck you right here. Right now. I'm going to fuck you again and again, until you cum all over my chest and abs and coat my bedsheets with your seed. And I don't want you to even touch yourself. I'll do all the work, baby. You deserve the best reward for your newest daddy…"

As Samir fished out the bottle of lube from his bedside nightstand, the older man could only grin as he watched Ethan's greedy hole slowly sink down the first few inches. It would take some time to get it all inside, but with how hungry his friend was and how tight that hole wrapped around just the tip of his cock, Samir figured they could have an extended sleepover tonight. He rubbed at the younger man's stomach encouragingly, only humming as he bucked his hips up to slowly slide in a couple more inches. The arched back and the whimpering mewls of pleasure spilling from Ethan's lips were all the encouragement Samir needed to go in more.

Letting their slick and sweaty bodies fall into rhythm, the older man could only grin in anticipation as he mentally marked off Ethan from his list of men he was working through in that family. All that was left was Victor and Lucas, and Samir certainly wouldn't mind it if the young boys in that family started calling him their second 'Daddy.' It was a plan for a future date, though, although Samir would soon find that he would usually get whatever he wanted…

[circlegirl]

[kozilmog]

Wolverine —> Zangief

From one professional fighter to another, becoming Russian, growing muscles bigger than people’s bodies and a character the size of a mountain, Zangief will have it all, even an indestructible body and unbreakable skeleton.

[or-fi-s]

Wing-it TF for Bluedraconic

Posted using PostyBirb

[verminthrope]

Your species-change kit arrived in the mail the other day. "Fragile", "Keep Refrigerated", and a slew of other warnings urging mindful handling emblazoned the box, all to contain a single simple carton and a small booklet. The knowledge of this precious kit nagged at the back of your mind constantly, but after days of waiting, you finally found the perfect time to indulge in its contents. You carefully removed the carton from the fridge and, reading over the booklet, took the life-changing medicine.

A soft warmth envelops your body, accompanied by a sort of dizzying feeling, and a sickly sweet smell enters your nose... the warmth rises, inching towards too hot for comfort. As the sensation lingers just past bearable, the smell becoming just barely nauseating, they fade away all at once, a relieving numbness washing over you. You might want to move to a tiled floor for this...

The skin seems to go first. You expected it to be clearer, since the end goal is a slime creature after all, but as the enzymes slowly dissolve away the layers of the body, they form a sort of unpleasant murky color. The instruction booklet assured you that through the process, as the old body is fully digested, your true colors will shine through. You wonder idly what color you'll become... The long-held human definition that you knew is slowly giving way to something amorphous, and you watch it all happen with a cautious optimism. It seems like all that's holding you together is a thin membrane, stretching taut against the weight of your fluids. A fine sheen covers your eyes, blurring your vision, but not enough to fully obscure anything from you. You fight back the urge to blink it away.

The muscles dissolving feels the most startling. Even with the dulled senses, nothing really prepared you for the loss of control over the body that occurs. A spasm thrills over you as the threads of musculature snap and separate, bones floating uselessly, and you clumsily seem to fall over-- if you even have an up or down anymore. Now we're really getting away from the human form... This, too, is something you will be able to master in your new body. You pool around yourself and you struggle to keep your senses pointed enough towards the transition happening before you.

The enzymes work their way through your old body, and you have to strain yourself to watch. The vessels release their blood, your new viscous body forming a sort of opened circulatory system. You sink further towards the floor as your bones dissolve and more of your organs come into view. Curiously, the nerves seem to linger behind, and you wonder how long those are going to stick around.

Your old organs twitch and float in their pool, and part of you wants to hold your breath in anticipation as you watch the lungs dissolve-- but the diaphragm has gone, the nostrils have filled, and the attempt can hardly be called such a thing. Creeping fear turns into wonder as the lungs, intestines, even heart, gradually disappear into your ether. As far as you know the nervous system must still be there, your eyes (glazed over with slime as they are) still taking in the sight of your spiderweb nerves drifting languidly, your senses still aglow, your mind still processing.

It's hard to recall what happens next. You can only assume what happened based on your instruction booklet and from the first-hand accounts you had been reading up on before you undertook the change.

As your body fades from a muddy red to an otherworldly blue (this must be your color!), the transition process works upon your nervous system. It's as if your mind glitches out-- for what feels like just a moment. The brain and its nerves may look to the outsider like they've disappeared, but they've changed insurmountably, all senses rearranged.

When your eyes (what you can only assume are eyes based on prior experience) adjust, it's like waking up from anesthesia-- time has passed in a snap without your awareness. You stare blankly at the ceiling, letting your mind wander. In an attempt to look at your body, your eyes roll in their place, looking further into the nondescript puddle of blue slime on the floor. A giddy happiness overthrows the tired confusion that reigned moments before-- it worked!! Your species has changed, and you couldn't be any happier.

You can practice formation techniques soon, but for now, you enjoy the novelty of your new sensations-- and the joy of beginning a new life as your slimy self.