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[megachiraztfs]

Thor'vasion

Julius tapped hastily on the screen of his smartphone. Something was wrong with his hometown. Very wrong. He had already tried to call his best friend Adrian four times. He glanced behind him hurriedly. His own narrow face was reflected in the display, his short dark hair standing on end. Call number five.

‘Come on, answer it. Answer your bloody phone!’ Julius muttered and scurried around a corner. At 5 feet 5 inches tall, he could easily hide there. And he had to hide, because... There was a click on the line. He was ready, but then Adrian's answering machine picked up. Again! Damn! He tried again.

At that moment, he heard someone speaking as if they were standing right above him. Julius cautiously raised his head, ready to run if necessary, but it was only a half-open window. Something strange was happening. At first he heard a male voice, but with every strange noise it made, it suddenly became deeper, more booming and... Julius swallowed... hotter. As if... it was changing. Were they... Julius' eyes widened...

There was another crackle on the line. The voicemail again. He'd had enough. He had to get his message across and then get out of there.

"Hey Addy, you won't believe this! I've just seen several Thors in town. Not several people in Thor costumes, but actual Thors. And they seem to be messing around with everyone. You have to see this! Wait, one of them is coming towards me. I have to go. Bye."

He whispered the last words into his mobile phone. One of the blond giants had apparently spotted him and was striding majestically towards him. ‘Damn, I have to get out of here,’ said Julius, slightly panicked, even though... deep down... he might actually want to see what happened.

But before he could make a proper decision, Thor had spotted him on his way. He was immediately seized by Thor. He grabbed him firmly by the shoulders so that the dark-haired man could no longer move. Julius stared up in horror and at the same time with damned curiosity at Thor's face, which was hidden by his chest as it rose and fell.

‘Sir, you must let me go! I want to...’ Julius cried, somewhat half-heartedly, as he was far too captivated (literally) by this sight, but Thor cut him off.

‘Be quiet, mortal! We are Thor, and you too shall receive Thor's blessing,’ boomed this Thor, as for Julius could see another one. A few metres behind them, another figure sprouted long blond hair and a broad back befitting a god. Breathing heavily from the ground, this blond giant stepped on the other Thor and...

But then Julius' face was pulled away from this sight and he now stared at the Thor who was clutching him. He felt his hot breath on his skin. He was only a few centimetres away. And then... Thor started making out with him. His bearded face lowered onto Julius and when their lips touched, a tremor ran through his body.

‘Yes... feel Thor's blessing...’ Thor moaned into the kiss and began kneading and rubbing Julius' chest. ‘Shit...’ Julius gasped as he felt a burning sensation mingled with the arousal that the other man skillfully created with his fingers on his nipples. Like sourdough, Julius's trembling chest rose, pushing forward and to the side. The seams of Julius's hoodie groaned.

And suddenly, deep down inside, Julius knew why there were so many Thors running around the city. Strength surged through the young man and for a moment he pushed himself away from the giant figure in front of him. Something inside him wanted to flee, but no sooner had he thought this than his legs buckled. Bones and tendons, muscles and fibres stretched and tore, broke and grew back together as Julius's figure grew taller. He fell to his knees, his legs pressing against the soft grassy ground and simply pushing him forward. Unbridled power reshaped his body. It pushed his vertebrae apart. 5'6. He stared at his trembling hands. Finger by finger, they grew longer and stronger. Until they no longer matched a man of his size.

A grinding noise made him flinch. His trainers, long worn and tried and tested, could no longer withstand the strain. His toes and heels pressed through the cheap plastic and thin fabric. His feet burst out of the remains. Pulsating, growing. Size 7. Size 9. Size 11. Size 13. His toes dug into the ground. Julius swayed, still kneeling, as his centre of gravity shifted. He tried to stand up, to comprehend it all. Because now he was no longer sure if he wanted to flee. Because he felt... divine! His hand shot up and grabbed Thor's chest. He found a gap in the breastplate and slowly pulled himself up. And during all this, his limbs continued to snap and crunch. 5'8. 5'9. Thor's hands stroked his shoulders. Pulled them apart. His shoulder blades moved like wings, fluttering into freedom, his hoodie burst.

5'11. 6'1. He was almost standing, but his body kept growing taller and taller. 6'2. 6'3. The growth stopped. Julius was now as tall as Thor standing before him. Thor tore the armour from his body. The breastplate clattered to the ground. What appeared was a flawless chest that Julius couldn't take his eyes off. His own hand, like that of his counterpart, made its way forward, its goal firmly in sight, his mouth watering. Suddenly, one hand went behind Julius' head and pressed him against his own chest, so that Julius' mouth had a nipple in it. A divine scent emanated from the divine skin, more delicious than nectar and ambrosia, than any fresh popcorn that had ever filled this mouth.

‘Feel the divinity of this body,’ Thor grunted, and Julius did. He swirled his tongue and sucked, not noticing how he was slowly being pushed down. Slowly, his head and face began to tingle. The colour disappeared from his short dark hair, and from the roots, his hair became lighter and longer. Long blonde strands cascaded down onto his shoulder blades, creating a sea of divine mane. Thor groaned as the stubble on Julius' face grew longer and scraped against his skin. His hands found Thor's well-formed buttocks and began to knead them. But that was interrupted when he himself felt pressure on his backside. Breathing heavily, he looked behind him. The other Thor was standing behind him. His torn jeans resembled a tent. His hands grabbed Julius' chinos, which were already on the verge of tearing. With one powerful movement, the trousers were history and lay in shreds on the floor. The Thor behind him rubbed his bulge against Julius's bum. Every touch made him shudder. Every touch elicited a moan from him. With every movement, his voice became deeper. More sonorous. More commanding. More divine.

Once again, he felt a hand on the back of his neck. He turned his gaze, clouded by the lust that coursed through his body, the raw power barely able to think as his blood deprived his brain. One hand on his nipples, another on his own member, which rose up from his stomach as his balls pumped divine testosterone through his trembling body.

‘Take Thor's blessing into yourself,’ both Thors moaned. ‘Fulfill your destiny. Become Thor. Be one of us, be a god.’ Thor's member stood tall before him, pulsing in time with their three racing hearts. And Julius knew that it was no different on the other side. And he also knew... that it was meant to be that way.

‘Yes... a god, make me a god,’ he almost shouted, in the same deep voice as the other two. He greedily took Thor's member into his mouth. He gagged briefly at its sheer length and width, but then he felt the divine power coursing through him once more. He felt it in every fibre of his body. With each thrust, his pulsating form grew wider. His wavering arms, seeking support on the chest of the Thor in front of him, swelled. Veins spread from his wildly beating heart, creeping under his skin. His upper arms grew, grew until they were almost as big as his head, bulging and large.

Suddenly, he felt the divine power from both sides. His eyes rolled wildly. His legs felt as if they were about to burst, with such force did his muscles press against his divine skin. His buttocks ballooned outwards, filling his backside with pride. Julius' breathing quickened. Juli-Th hardly knew where he was anymore. Ju-Tho hardly knew what he actually wanted anymore. And with a colossal groan, three Thors came. Sealing their fate. And the fate of the world. For Thor had come to stay. Because there was never enough Thor in the world.

A magical mist enveloped the three, and a flash filled their eyes. They had to keep going. They had a task to complete. The newest Thor's gaze fell on a device belonging to the mortals. He picked it up; it was ridiculously small in his divine hand. A small green window appeared and Thor read the words on the little thing:

‘Ju, stay where you are, I'm coming. Hide! Do you hear me? I'll get you out of there!’

Thor closed his hand and with a crash and a crunch, the little device shattered and fell to the ground.

‘Come here, mortal. Thor is waiting for you... ready for another one.’

Hello, everyone! I actually tried again to write a slightly longer story. You can thank an anonymous questioner who contributed the message on the answering machine, and @musclejedi-tameem, who is just as big a Thor enthusiast as I am. I really hope you enjoyed it – as you've probably noticed, stories like this don't come along very often. But every now and then, I do have something in the works. 🤓 Thank you all for still being here and stay safe!

[masterwolftfs]

THOR'S BATHWATER

Derek was bored. His body was clearly neglected, with a sharp collarbone, slumped shoulders from decades at this point of poor posture, a patchy ginger beard clinging to a weak chin. His wardrobe was nothing but faded polos and khakis that swallowed his narrow frame. His escape was films, mostly fantasy or sci fi, an escape from the monotony of the real world. Currently? Thor: Ragnarok on loop. Chris Hemsworth’s thunderous laugh, divine shoulders, and sexy charisma were practically Derek’s oxygen. He’d trace Hemsworth’s jawline on his monitor, a hollow ache spreading beneath his ribs. He didn’t just want to look like Thor - he wanted to be that golden-skinned, effortlessly confident force of nature. At night, he’d read stories online, fanfictions of guys transforming into Chris Hemsworth, chubbing up while reading them in a horned up craze.

He saw it online one night, an ad on tumblr between story posts. “UNLEASH YOUR INNER GOD: NEW PREMIUM BUNDLE FROM MJÖLNIR MEN’S WELLNESS”, with a picture of Chris Hemsworth shirtless plastered all over the packaging. Barely thinking, he immediately clicked on the ad, and bought the product from the website.

The battered box felt suspiciously heavy. Inside, nestled in faux-straw, was a single, ominous bottle. THOR THUNDER SOLUTION. The glass was thick, cobalt blue, etched with lightning bolts. No ingredients list, just a stark warning: “DO NOT INGEST.” The liquid inside sloshed - viscous, iridescent gold, like molten amber swirling with microscopic bolts of electricity.

His cramped bathroom steamed from the overflowing tub. He held the bottle under the flickering light. As he opened the container, he gave it a sniff growing aroused again as he smelled the mixture of leather, wet rain, sweat, seawater, and a deep vanilla. It bypassed his thoughts, vibrating in his molars. His anxiety dissolved, replaced by a low thrumming in his mind. Surrender.

He poured, relishing in the scent hanging in the air. The bath water seemed to glow gold, before fading back to normal. The air felt charged with electricity. He stripped eagerly, shivering. His reflection in the fogged mirror was a ghost: narrow shoulders, concave chest, ribs visible. He stepped in.

The bathwater practically burned his skin, but not from warmth, more a weird kind of… energy? It pulsed through him, coursing through his veins like lightning, as he shuddered and melted into its warm embrace, sinking deeper into the bath. Wherever it touched, his pale skin sizzled with energy, tanning and roughening up as he sunk more, the solution rising to his chin, then his nose, then his head was fully submerged. He didn’t even realise, and gasped as another shudder went through him, the mixture sliding into his pores, his nostrils, his mouth -

It tasted of metal, a coppery tang that made him moan as he tasted it, the very taste causing a pulse of energy to surge through him as his dick hardened. Every nerve ending fired at once as his head lolled back, and he was pulled deeper and deeper under. The hum in his skull became a roar, the battle cry of berserkers, the howling wind of ice ridden fields. The sound of a booming, sexy laugh. Chris’ laugh.

His body expanded, cracking as it grew with muscle, his bones and skeleton reforging to match his new shape. His jaw squared, thickening, as his neck grew thicker, stronger, better. His shoulders exploded outwards, broadening into the foundation of a demigod. His hips flared, tightening into a warrior’s V-taper. His hair shortened, sideburns pushing down to connect with perfect stubble, befitting a god. His forehead broadened, temples filling out, as his height surged, inches added, his head rising out above the water as he grew more and more. His legs expanded further, becoming two solid tree trunks perfect for carrying his newfound strong body, the huge weight. His skin tanned, darkening into a typical Aussie’s gorgeous tone. A voice in his head moaned, a new twang, the accent, the deep, gruff voice that was definitely not his own. 

A whimper escaped him: "The... the server migration script..." The words were thin, alien. Then, a shift. His vocal cords thickened, lengthened. His Adam's apple became a prominent knot beneath the beard. The sound that emerged was a rich, warm baritone, laced with Hemsworth’s unmistakable Aussie cadence and effortless charm: "Nah, mate. Sounds boring as batshit." It resonated in his chest cavity, powerful and easy. He tried again, the accent settling deeper: "Gotta feel the sun, eh? Catch a wave?" Complex syntax dissolved. Code? Forgotten. Boring nerd shit? Obliterated. Replaced by the simple, radiant joy of existence, the anticipation of adventure, the rhythm of surf and wind. A wide, dazzling, slightly lopsided grin spread across his face - Hemsworth’s smile, radiating sunshine and confidence. Intelligence didn’t decrease - it simplified. Nuance evaporated. Bliss was uncomplicated. Bliss was strength, charm, and the open horizon.

His nose subtly reshaped - straighter, more defined, with that distinctive, confident bridge. Lips filled out, curving naturally into an easy smile. Eyes deepened in color, the pupils radiating Hemsworth’s playful, magnetic intensity. Cheekbones lifted and defined themselves. Even his ears seemed to lie flatter, more sculpted against his now-thick hair.

The bathtub groaned. Water sloshed violently over the sides as Derek’s colossal frame displaced volumes it wasn’t designed for. Glowing, golden liquid streamed over sculpted pectorals, thick deltoids, a torso wide enough to shield a village. The air vibrated with his new presence, thick with the scent of godhood and ozone.

The euphoria was all-consuming - an electric tingle radiating from his reforged bones, the delicious ache of cosmic muscle settling into place, the rasp of thick beard against his collarbone, the resonant power humming in his new, golden voice. It washed over the last shards of his old self.

The solution itself was sacred. Its smell was his smell. It was the smell of power, charm, and endless stormy nights. He looked down at his hands - massive, capable, tanned, knuckles prominent. He touched his face - the thick, glorious beard, the strong jaw. He ran a palm over the dense pelt covering his godly chest. He WAS vitality. He WAS charm. He WAS Chris Hemsworth. A laugh erupted from his core, Thor’s full-throated, room-shaking boom. "HA! Now THIS is living, brother!"

The transformation was absolute. The trembling data analyst was annihilated. Rising from the depleted, now-clear water stood Chris Hemsworth - not an impersonator, but the actual thing. Dense, sun-gold muscle packed his frame. Thick, tousled golden-brown hair dripped onto broad shoulders. The iconic beard framed a face radiating playful, powerful confidence. His eyes, a piercing blue, sparkled with magnetic charm. His world was simple, radiant, physical: the flex of muscle under golden skin, the rumble of his own laughter, the scent of salt air and ozone, the sheer joy of BEING.

He stepped out of the tub, water cascading off a physique carved by gods. The cramped bathroom seemed to shrink around his monumental presence. He caught his reflection in the steam-streaked mirror - Hemsworth’s reflection winked back. A grin split his face. "Righto. Time to find a bigger beach." He moved with easy, powerful grace, his steps heavy but fluid, radiating casual dominance. He didn’t bother with a towel. The remaining droplets glistened on sculpted muscle like liquid diamonds. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his own body filling his lungs. Bliss wasn’t complex. Bliss was strength, sunshine, and the beautiful, dumb certainty that every door would open, every head would turn, and every wave was meant to be ridden. The Thunder Solution bottle lay empty, its purpose fulfilled, and only Chris Hemsworth remained, humming a tune, ready to conquer the world with nothing but a grin and godly deltoids. His voice echoed, rich and warm, through the tiny bathroom, a sound of pure, golden, uncomplicated joy.

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[kozilmog]

Thanos plans to stop the avengers by using the infinity gauntlet to turn them into his obefient titan soldiers staring with thor

Thor -> Titan

When Thanos said "You should have gone for the head", he meant it. Now he had the Infinity Stones, he planned to do just that.

It was simple. With infinite power, he warped and moulded Thor's divine being into a entity of pure power, a real God, worthy of being worshipped and obeyed.

(Inspired by @writer-ofstuff's The Mighty Thornos. Found here.)

[kozilmog]

Hey nice comics. I don’t know how difficult the following would be, so I’ll just ask. Would you like creating one where somebody transforms into Thor, but keeps growing taller and more muscled until he‘s the size of a skyscraper and is corrupted into wanting more power (physical and over others, say Midgard?) if that isn‘t too difficult.

Wolverine --> Giant Thor

The Gods are ever fickle, and when they need a new Avatar, they go for the best. Choosing someone to be the Avatar of Thor, Son of Odin, is a great honour and Thor believed he deserved an Immortal, indestructible body this time. Looks like Logan doesn't mind, or is too caught up in being Thor to mind.

Bonus: I had done Wolverine to Thor before, so here's some of them: