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It was a stormy summer night, the rain heavy enough o leave the street flooded. I sprinted down the sidewalk trying my best to avoid puddles. I just wanted to make it home, I was in pain and supposed to be on bed rest but instead I chose to go out with friends. Next thing I know this huge storm hits before I even made it there. I should’ve just stayed home tonight and continued with writing my stories. As I sprinted I ducked under as much cover as I possibly could to avoid the rain but I was still 4 miles out from my house and the water was slowly but surely rising.

Suddenly I kicked something hard causing me to stumble and fall face first into a puddle. I reached my hands out to push myself back up and look for what I kicked when I was met with a helmet. Just sitting in the middle of the street. I realized that someone must’ve lost it but also knew that if I put it on I could avoid my face getting more wet than it already had gotten. I stood up grasping the helmet and slowly pulling it over my head. It felt as if my whole world was changing around me. Instead of the stormy night I had just experienced I found myself sitting in a bedroom I was startled by the sudden change of scenery, flipping the visor up and down to confirm what had just happened. Instead it cemented that I had be transported somewhere else.

I looked down at myself to realize I was no longer wet from falling in the puddle but instead I was dry. Honestly was my ex-jock body replaced by that of a a jock again. I was shocked and started to feel myself but upon touching my stomach I felt the most excruciating pain followed by a sudden *BRAPPPPPPPPP* out of my rear. I couldn’t help but be shocked by the noise I had just released but the worst thing? This new body is found myself in had immediately gotten hard after smelling the rotten egg stench it had just released. This new body had been turned on by farts.

I lifted my leg and let out a few more farts *Pfft* *Pfft* *PFFFFFFT* I couldn’t help but giggle at myself. Minutes ago I would’ve been disgusted by this but as if the helmet had fully changed me I know enjoyed the idea of farting and loved it. I tried my best to get rid of my boner but to no avail. I realized I had to stop whatever change was happening so I tried to pull off the helmet yet it as if there was a barrier around it that I couldn’t see blocking my hands from touching it. I tried my hardest but no matter what I did I couldn’t remove it. Every attempt making me hornier as I realized I was stuck as this dumb gassy biker.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT* I opened up the visor trapping the smell inside my helmet as I felt myself boner harden to a point I couldn’t help but cum on the spot. My new body was addicted and I knew that my new stench was nauseating to say the least. I needed to share my stench with the world. I went out side and found my bike taking a seat. *BRAPPPPPPPPPP* and immediately realized it was out of gas. I stood up facing my ass towards the tank before releasing a 60 second long wet fart that reeked of spoiled vegetables *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP* *PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* I closed the lid and sat on my bike, gas tank full and ready to help spread my hot Russian ass fines around the globe.

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Story somewhat based on me. Been bored on bedrest doing tons of short little story request figured it was time to change up and tf myself to something hot now instead of other people ;)

Like my 5th story today so sorry for the spam/low quality, just writing for myself and hoping others like it as well :)

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Strolling through a field of withered flowers and dead crops on your way home from work. Dark gloomy and dead, you wanted nothing more than to feel joy again but ever since you moved to the UK you haven’t been able to find a place you felt you fit in. Crunching of the dead plants filling the silence as you walked back to your home. Another day of you internship gone by another day closer to being able to return home.

Back at your home you layed in bed staring at the ceiling longing for a place to belong. Your phone immediately goes off, a message from an unknown number “Meet at these coordinates”. It was random and out of no where yet you felt inclined to go. You plugged the address into your phone and realized it was a paintball arena. You’d never played paintball yet it called to you, was this where you’d fit it?

45 minutes later you’d arrived at the arena. It was dark out and it was closed yet you knew you were called here for a reason. Upon walking to the front door you were surprised to find it was unlocked. Inside was a reception desk and a locker room. You took small steps through the dark room to reach the desk where you found a note atop a box which read “Put it on, feel like you belong”. Upon opening the box you found a green balaclava. You picked it up and examined it, it smelt of heavy sweat and looked as if it had been used many times yet you still felt the need to put it on. You raised it into the air and slid it over your head before pulling it over.

Immediately your sight changed as the world around you spun, memories rearranging. You grew to be 6’3 and gained 60 pounds of pure muscle. Your old clothes slowly ripping down the seams suddenly being replaced by camo attire all around your body. Your American accent soon replaced by a deep Russian accent. Your fruity cologne replaced by the smell of stale farts and beer. You looked in the mirror and realized you had found where you belong. You were a Batya Terminator, you played paintball with your friends and you spent your days at the gym building your new ideal life. You’d never return to America but that’s fine why would you want to when you have everyone, everything you need right here.

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Another short request! Hope you enjoy it :)

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how about a story about a nerd who wants to be popular so bad he tries an experimental protein bar. he has no idea the bar builds muscle (especially glutes) by using up a person’s IQ. slowly he turns into a dumb gassy jock, definitely popular with the gays because of his big butt.

“Chemistry today, Physics tommorow and… physical education tommorow” dread filled Harrison’s face at the revelation that in order to graduate top of his class he’d have to complete his Gym final with a perfect 100%. He did everything right in all 5 of his other classes but one missed point in PE could be enough for him to lose his spot at valedictorian. He knew he had to try his hardest or the past 19 years of his life leading up to this moment would have been wasted. Struggling to carry his book bag was more than enough a sign to him that tommorow was going to be a challenge yet he had no time to stress currently otherwise he’d fail his chem final today.

Sitting at his desk he knew this would be easy and low and behold he’d finished his final in a mere 15 minutes. He made his way out of the classroom now alone in the halls as all the other students struggled with such easy equations. Walking the halls he knew now would be the time to start working on a way to pass his PE test, unsure what would it be. Endurance? Strength? Overall participation. He knew he could t risk it so he figured he’d try and train in all 3. Sprint down the hall to head home he turned the corner to fast a ran splat into a vending machine. He had no former memories of the machine being there yet it was now. His books strung across the floor as he scurried around grabbing them. Picking up the final book he reached down straight towards the bottom of the machine when his gaze met it, a protein bar. Sure it wouldn’t do a ton but even a little extra protein would be a helpful for tomorrow. He grabbed his Captain America lunchbox and pulled out his lunch change as he bought himself 3 protein bars before making his way home.

Upon reaching his house Harrison immediately bit into one of the protein bar noting its woody taste as all the nuts soaked in his mouth. Each bite left him craving more, he’d never had a snack so tasty. Salivating between every bite he chomped down on the bar one last time before immediately feeling a rumbling in his stomach. Harrison excused it as having skipped lunch to buy protein bars. He knew he should’ve been studying but after the feeling the protein bars had left in his mouth he wanted nothing more than to be happy. He had bought a captain America suit once as it was his favorite comic hero and knew he wanted to put it on. As he went to put it on he leaned over and *PFFFTTTT* a little fart had escaped his nerdy little rump. Immediately feeling embarrassed he’d realized nobody was around and quickly forgot as he attempted to put on the suit. It had felt different, he’d worn it many times before yet this time it was harder to get into fully, struggling to squeeze his glutes fully in.

Upon finally squeezing into the suit he looked down at the latex and felt pleasure releasing through his body. He went to go take photos of himself in the suit when he suddenly looked in the mirror to find his hair had changed, now shorter and appearing more bleached. He knew he should’ve been worried about the change but for the life of him couldn’t figure out why he should’ve been worried. Instead he took photos of his suit enjoying the way it hugged his grown chest and pelvic area. He spent the night edging himself in his suit instead of studying figuring he’d just take another protein bar before school.

Upon laying in bed Harrison feel asleep but his body remained awake. Relaxing noxious protein farts often through the night. Upon waking up Harry had realized he’d slept in late and was about to miss whatever exam he’d had planned that morning. He quickly grabbed a bag and his 2 protein bars before sprinting towards the school. Eating one of the bars as he ran he couldn’t help but feel queasy as his stomach started to betray him * Pfffftttttt* he sprinted faster knowing *pfffffffttttt* that there were no *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* bathrooms nearby and that his *PFFFFFFTTTTTT* only chance was making it to school. Upon arriving Harry had completely forgotten about his exam as he spent more time trying to remember where the bathroom was. *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT* Harry let out a giant 30 second fart as he sighed relief thinking it was all over. He hurriedly grabbed his bag and check his schedule to find he was supposed to be going to a physics exam. He walked around the campus finding the lecture hall before taking a seat. “Harrison you’re 10 minutes late I’m afraid I can’t allow you to take the final. You will receive a 0 in its score”. Harry looked at the man confused as to why he’d even show up if the man wouldn’t allow him to attempt it anyway. Harry turned around before lifting his leg *BRAAAAAAPPPPPPP* releasing a huge wet fart inside the lecture hall. He immediately stormed out deciding he might as well head to the gym and begin practicing early. He wasn’t even mad he couldn’t remember a single thing about physics anyway. He made his way to the locker room where he started looking at himself in the mirror admiring all his muscles

He couldn’t recall when he’d gotten so big but he knew it seemed right. He’d never been too bright instead he’d always been a dumb jock bro… yea that seemed correct. He stood up flexing his muscles whilst eating his last protein bar. Immediately feeling the same rumbling feeling as before he let out a huge 45 second wet fart *BBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPP* before smirking in the mirror. He headed out towards the field ready for his exam. Upon reaching the field he’d found that only the coach stood there. “Ah Harrison looks like my plan worked, you found the protein bars I’d put into the vending machine” Harry stared at the coach with some confusion *pfffrt* “ every time you ate one of those bars you become dumber. More jock like. More ready to become on of my star athletes.” Harry tried his best to understand what the coach was saying but couldn’t for the life of him remember any words mentioned 3 seconds earlier. The coach grabbed Harry and brought him inside showing him the mirror. “Look at yourself boy, yesterday you were a nerd. Looked over by all and full of yourself thinking you were smarter than everyone”

“Now look at yourself, you a huge muscle beast with an ass the size off 2 basketballs. Every time you farted your ass grew as your iq shrank. You’ve become the perfect malleable jock for me” Harry perked his head the side as he locked eyes with the coach. Yea that was right, he belonged to the coach and wanted nothing more than to please him. Coach was right he was just a dumb gassy gay jock now built to please coach and show up his smelly little dump truck between games. Gone were the days on that dweeb Harrison, now it was all Harry the Meathead.

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Hipe you enjoyed the story, it’s been sitting there for a while so figured I’d get it done now!

As always leave criticism for me down below, it blows me learn and become a better writer!

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Can I become muscular indian twink with the best affordable lifestyle?

So you want to be a muscular Indian twink with an affordable lifestyle? Well I can try my best but Twink and Muscular contradict each other so let’s see where you end ups. First thing we’re changing is your view on the world. No longer do you work for others no. Others now work for you, you’re now a 28 year old manager at a high end catering business. You spend your days planning events and sending out others to do the hard work for you whilst you sit in your office doing whatever you feel like. Your memories will soon follow as you’ll remember from a young age enjoying eating healthy and sticking to a diet that allowed you to build plenty of muscle.

You now sit in the office working out from 10 to 5 doing only an hour of work when you arrive as why should you have to do more than that. You went to college and graduated top of your class you deserve a break from doing all the hard work. You’ve slimmed down since your college days being a lean twink with growing muscle, you love to show off your growing build all over social media as the attention boost your ego tremendously. You sit there posting pictures of you in skimpy clothing or just your underwear baiting men into complementing you knowing deep down your better than they’ll ever be.

As more and more days of your new lifestyle go by your no longer a twink and slowly start to gain mass as you can’t help but indulge yourself with some of the company food. You stick to your healthy diet eating tons of protein and dairy. You go from a 170 pound twink to a 220 pound pure muscle beast in just 2 months. And man does its show. Your muscles bulge out of every shirt you own and you refuse to put anything on to cover your physique. You’re proud of it and wear the tightest pair of underwear you have to show off everything. You choose not to worry about what others think of you cause deep down you truly believe they’ll never amount to anything of your stature. You let out loud protein farts, massive smelly burps and refuse to wear deodorant. Your a massive radiating aura of musk but you don’t mind cause it draws in the lady’s.

You’ve given up on men because you don’t think anyone deserves to be with you if they can’t get like you. Most twinks want you but you don’t want them hell most of them faint just at a whiff of your protein farts. They’re pathetic and don’t deserve such a god as yourself. You can buy a night with anyone you want why waste it on a weak little man when your raging alpha cock demands a hole to fill. Your life changed that’s for sure and whilst you may be muscular your defiantly not anything near a twink anymore. But who cares when the world revolves around you.

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Alone in your room like every other night, dreaming of a life where you could be noticed. Instead you were stuck in your family’s home watching as your peers went and partied whilst you stayed at home watching anime. Your current watch being Kinnikuman. You sat there at your pc starring at the screen watch as your life wasted away. You had nothing better in life than to be a sad gay boy without friends whose only accomplishments were being able to watch full seasons of anime’s uninterrupted. You knew your life sucked but you had accepted that nothing would change.

The main focus of the episode you were currently watching focused on a match between the main character and Buffaloman who deep down you lusted after. He was an anime character but man was he a dream man to you. 450 pounds of muscle, tall and older. He was everything you wanted. You couldn’t help but make sure your door was locked as you suddenly pulled out your wanker getting ready to release to the sound of Buffalomans hot Russian accent. You stroked your cock as you grunted. In between each stroke you thought of what you’d do to look anything like Buffaloman and not some average old gay man. Every stroke you moaned his name a little louder. Every stroke closer and closer to release

Suddenly the screen flashed right as you released. Buffaloman made a punch motion right at the screen making it appear as if it broke, you fell back in ecstasy from the pleasure. Your head hit the floor as suddenly everything went black. Your eyes opened immediately but suddenly everything looked different… brighter even. You looked down to realize you had massive muscles and stood even taller. You thought deep down you must be dreaming, pinching yourself to wake up but to your shock nothing happened. You ran your hands over your body, your face… your horns?? What the?? It couldn’t be real you thought but indeed it was. You had somehow become Buffaloman

Just as you looked around studying your new surroundings you saw to your right was a weird black box. On the outside you saw your former body waking up, looking around and feeling himself as you did just mere seconds ago. He said something but you couldn’t understand before he suddenly looked at the tv and realized he was no longer where he should be. The real Buffaloman must’ve ended up in your body. You watched as he grabbed the mouse and start moving it before suddenly he smirked one last time through the box before disappearing. He had shut the tab locking you in a new universe.

You wanted to feel anger knowing you were stuck in an anime but deep down were just excited to have become Buffaloman. Suddenly a beam appeared in the sky warping you to a room. By the looks of it, it must’ve been Buffalomans room that he’d spend time in when not on screen. You realized now was your chance to fully explore your new body, pulling down your underwear and grabbing your new thick Russian cock. Each stroke of your cock felt better and better compared to that of your human cock. You lifted your arm and smelt your new stench. Thick and musky from all the boxing this body had done. Then it hit, a giant rumble in your stomach *PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* a giant fart realized out of your muscular ass. It smelt of rotten eggs and heavy amounts of protein. You couldn’t help but cum on the spot to it.

You didn’t know how exactly but you had become your favorite anime character Buffaloman for the foreseeable future. Handsome, Nasty and full of Protein Farts. And you wouldn’t change it for the world. But one day you’d risk ending back up in your old body, hopefully Buffaloman doesn’t ruin its reputation anymore because the protein has stuck with him…

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Short little story request!

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I was just an ordinary twink that day, but I made a stupid wish. All I wanted in life was to be noticed by someone. Have someone want me, need me. But to everyone around I was just another fish in the sea of brown haired twinks. I made a stupid wish that ended up backfiring on me. You see I was sitting in my room looking at myself in the mirror wondering what I’d have to change to be noticed when as if the universe was speaking to me I heard faint whispers “Change” “Curse” “Accept” and while sure I could’ve been scared for all I know those could’ve been people faintly talking outside. It wasn’t till a full sentence came though “Accept your curse. Touch the mirror” and as much as I still wanted to believe it was something outside, where was the harm in trying? So I reached out and made the mistake of touching the mirror.

At first nothing changed and I realized I was just an idiot who mistook outside chattering for whispers from the universe. But soon all that would change unbeknownst to me. That night I hopped on Twitter ready to scroll down my timeline and thirst over men when suddenly I saw a DM appear. I almost never received them so imagine my surprise when this jock of my dreams sent me a message asking if I wanted to link for the night, obviously I said yes! I got dressed and started to head over to his apartment preparing myself for what would be the best night of my life or so I thought. As I arrived he opened the door waiting as if he were anticipating for what was to come. He told me I was “The most handsome twink” he’d ever seen and that he needed to get his hands on me. He pointed me to his room as I scurried down the hallway preparing for our fun. I stripped quickly before he even got in the room and laid on his bed ass up awaiting his arrival. I heard the door shut as his clothes started flying past me, the bed suddenly shook as he climbed atop and started to position himself above. I felt him grab my ass when suddenly I felt a shock and realized I couldn’t move.

I tried to turn and look behind me but couldn’t. All I could hear was faint gasps for air and him yelling help me, the worst knowing I couldn’t help him. After what felt like an eternity I realized I couldn’t help slowly move again, I looked behind me to find that he was gone without a trace. I stood up and looked around his apartment to see if he had ran somewhere quickly but he was no where to be found so far. That was till I went to check the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror in what seemed to be an alternate reality. Except looking down proved it wasn’t.

I had magically grown a chest of hair and gained some muscle. I started to freak out at the sudden change which caused me to grab at the hair in hopes it was fake. Upon touching it I was met with the most blissful state I could imagine as I immediately felt myself getting turned on. The weirdest part was the voice in my head sounded familiar but not like mine, it was moaning as I rubbed the hair. I freaked out at the realization that it was real hair but immediately felt the ecstasy of rubbing it. The voice stopped moaning and said “I’ve become part of you” to which made me realize the voice was that of the jock I had previously met with just minutes ago. He had somehow touched me and became part of me through my chest hair. I stopped touching the hair and immediately reclothed myself as I started to spring back to my house trying to figure out how this happened. But before I got home my attention was bought to a man who was leaving the gym who looked severely ill.

I walked over to see if I could help him as he stumbled against the wall. He asked if I could help him get to his car but I knew that wasn’t going to be a smart idea allowing him to drive home in his condition so I asked him to wait here whilst I went and got him water from the gym. As I walked in I looked for the nearest vending machine in hopes of finding something cheap for him when suddenly he started to approach me faintly telling me there was free water in the locker room. He slowly walked towards it and I chose to follow just to make sure he was fine. As we walked through the empty locker room he suddenly collapsed on the floor. I rushed over to try and help him up when he reached his hand out to me telling me he was thankful for my efforts to help him, yet the minute he touched my hand I felt the same shock as I had earlier that night. I watched as he slowly started to disappear in front of my eyes as I was stuck in place unable to move even my eyes. After again what felt like an eternity I looked around to realize I had again absorbed another man. I picked up his clothing of the floor and went to dispose of it before it looked like a missing person had been left there. I went to leave the locker room before anyone walked in but on my way out I looked in the mirror and realized I had changed again. I quickly stripped to see the full changes opting to put on his hat. In the mirror stood a version of me unrecognizable to what I had been this morning.

My chest now had more hair then before and my muscles and height only grew with the changes. I knew I should’ve been freaked out but yet again I was more turned on by the chest hair. This time feeling it hearing the voices of both my victims. Hearing them talk to me in a blissful state as the accepted their new lives stuck as my chest hair forever. Constantly making me horny upon touching them. I knew as much as I wanted to enjoy the moment I had to get home and figure out what had been causing this. I grabbed all my belongings and sprinted towards the man’s car figuring it may as well be mine now. I drove straight to my house not bothering to stop for anyone in fears I would do to them what I had done to these two.

I rushed inside and entered my room where I looked in the mirror and saw my new body yet again. This time felt different though as I heard the same faint whisper. “The curse is set, your desires are met but the cost must be paid”. It finally clicked to me that touching the mirror earlier that day had caused me to become more notable to men but with that came a curse of them touching me bringing them into chest hair. The bright side of that being they at least seemed to enjoy being chest hair but the obvious downside being I’d never be able to touch a man ever again.

That was a few days ago now though and after learning that I’m stuck with the curse and a few more accidental physical connections I’ve realized 2 things. One is that I’m now incredibly horny and require the grasp of a man on me even if I know what’ll happen. The feeling is like that of no other and I require it even if it kills someone. The other is that everyone I touch becoming my chest hair has become so incredibly hot to experience, hearing their joy as they are now nothing more than a former twink now bears chest hair. I rub them to hear their joy and feel the pleasure. At this current point I have turned 17 men into a part of me and not one seems to regret it

And neither do I

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Hope you guys enjoyed the story! Requested by @randy1790 “A man who absorbed other men to become his chest hair, they enjoy it and forget their old lives”

Hope it meets your expectations for the story! Glad to finally be in a mood to write again. Feel free to send more request of stories if your in the mood and as always remember to support your favorite writers by interacting with their post!

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Can i be some big, beefy balaclava-wearing russian himbo?

You sat at your desk after submitting the prompt waiting patiently to see how it would unfold into a story. After a while you got bored of waiting and decided you were going to go take a piss, you shut your laptop screen and headed for the door unaware of what was soon to follow. Immediately after walking out your bedroom door you feel a hand reach over your face and cover it. The palm the size of your face alone covers your eyes and mouth as the unknown persons other arm wraps around your body locking you in place. After a few seconds you run out of oxygen and faint.

You wake up later to find yourself in a bare room with nothing but a door, the chair you’re sitting on and a random box. You find yourself to be nude without a trace of anything to help you locate where you are, you walk to the door to see if there’s anyway out yet are met without luck. You turn back and eye the box on the floor deciding it’s your only chance of finding a way out. You open the box to find only 2 simple items. A balaclava and some sneakers. You pick up the Balaclava and think back to your prompt you sent in. You know deep down in your brain that it’s not a coincidence there was one in the box and figure that maybe you’re just dreaming about what your body will look like.

You reach your hands over your head slowly and start to pull the Balaclava over it. A small jolt zaps you as it connects, figuring it’s just static you continue to pull it down till it covers your full head. At that point it’s as if everything went black as your brain is sent into a sudden shock as the Balaclava works its magic. Every piece of knowledge you’d once learned is suddenly replaced with that of a foreign life. Memories of you riding a bike are replaced with memories of you riding a motorcycle. Memories of your loving family replaced with abandonment and “tough love”. Even simple things like your name are forgotten.

As the memories flow in your muscles start to grow. The IQ points burning away slowly helping your muscle mass increase. You’re now a dumb Himbo brute.

Upon your mind and body changing you hear the door unlock as a dark figure wheels in a TV before swiftly exiting and relocking the door. The TV flashes on with a message “Put on the Sneakers”. You choose to sit in the chair as you pull up the sneakers, your eyes glued to the TV. The screen starts to rapidly change through multiple messages. “Himbo” “Dumb” “Cuck” “Submissive” “Fart addict” “Cash Master”. The messages go on for what seems like hours before suddenly turning off. Upon them turning off you hear a voice in the room. “Welcome to my roster Dimitry. You live purely to serve me. Your first goal is to find men to use you and send me the videos. You will do whatever they say as your nothing but a mindless brute for me now. After that you will return to your new home where you’ll give me all your cash and pleasure me with your farts. Understand?” Suddenly the door unlocks. You stand up to leave knowing nothing about your past life. All you know now is pleasuring master Willy and being a dumb gassy himbo named Dimitry.

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Hope you enjoyed the little story!

Sorry for not writing much recently :( haven’t been in a very creative mood and haven’t had any good story ideas. I still plan to write in the future but I want to put out work I’m happy with so I’ll most likely continue to stay on break till I’m back to a creative point! I just didn’t want to keep people waiting on request ;)

As always let me know any comments or critiques you have as all feedback is good feedback as it helps me grow as a writer! And remember to support your Non-Ai writers during theses times as the community is slowly becoming more and more AI content so helping the people who do it for the love of the community is a great way to keep it thriving :) -Willy

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Can i be some big, beefy balaclava-wearing russian himbo?

You sat at your desk after submitting the prompt waiting patiently to see how it would unfold into a story. After a while you got bored of waiting and decided you were going to go take a piss, you shut your laptop screen and headed for the door unaware of what was soon to follow. Immediately after walking out your bedroom door you feel a hand reach over your face and cover it. The palm the size of your face alone covers your eyes and mouth as the unknown persons other arm wraps around your body locking you in place. After a few seconds you run out of oxygen and faint.

You wake up later to find yourself in a bare room with nothing but a door, the chair you’re sitting on and a random box. You find yourself to be nude without a trace of anything to help you locate where you are, you walk to the door to see if there’s anyway out yet are met without luck. You turn back and eye the box on the floor deciding it’s your only chance of finding a way out. You open the box to find only 2 simple items. A balaclava and some sneakers. You pick up the Balaclava and think back to your prompt you sent in. You know deep down in your brain that it’s not a coincidence there was one in the box and figure that maybe you’re just dreaming about what your body will look like.

You reach your hands over your head slowly and start to pull the Balaclava over it. A small jolt zaps you as it connects, figuring it’s just static you continue to pull it down till it covers your full head. At that point it’s as if everything went black as your brain is sent into a sudden shock as the Balaclava works its magic. Every piece of knowledge you’d once learned is suddenly replaced with that of a foreign life. Memories of you riding a bike are replaced with memories of you riding a motorcycle. Memories of your loving family replaced with abandonment and “tough love”. Even simple things like your name are forgotten.

As the memories flow in your muscles start to grow. The IQ points burning away slowly helping your muscle mass increase. You’re now a dumb Himbo brute.

Upon your mind and body changing you hear the door unlock as a dark figure wheels in a TV before swiftly exiting and relocking the door. The TV flashes on with a message “Put on the Sneakers”. You choose to sit in the chair as you pull up the sneakers, your eyes glued to the TV. The screen starts to rapidly change through multiple messages. “Himbo” “Dumb” “Cuck” “Submissive” “Fart addict” “Cash Master”. The messages go on for what seems like hours before suddenly turning off. Upon them turning off you hear a voice in the room. “Welcome to my roster Dimitry. You live purely to serve me. Your first goal is to find men to use you and send me the videos. You will do whatever they say as your nothing but a mindless brute for me now. After that you will return to your new home where you’ll give me all your cash and pleasure me with your farts. Understand?” Suddenly the door unlocks. You stand up to leave knowing nothing about your past life. All you know now is pleasuring master Willy and being a dumb gassy himbo named Dimitry.

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Hope you enjoyed the little story!

Sorry for not writing much recently :( haven’t been in a very creative mood and haven’t had any good story ideas. I still plan to write in the future but I want to put out work I’m happy with so I’ll most likely continue to stay on break till I’m back to a creative point! I just didn’t want to keep people waiting on request ;)

As always let me know any comments or critiques you have as all feedback is good feedback as it helps me grow as a writer! And remember to support your Non-Ai writers during theses times as the community is slowly becoming more and more AI content so helping the people who do it for the love of the community is a great way to keep it thriving :) -Willy

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Just an update. I’ve deleted all previous ask and turned off anonymous mode for requesting. Requesting the same ask non stop every hour isn’t going to make me get to it any faster sadly. I’m hoping by turning off anonymous people are less likely too flood the box :)

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Kinda weird but i wanna swap bodies with reinhardt from overwatch.

“GODDAMMIT” you yelled as you slammed you hands on your desk. It was your 5th consecutive loss that night which had lead to you deranking all the way down to gold 2. “I’m so fucking sick of this game I just want to win one game”. You returned back to lobby and queued not wanting to end on a loss, whilst waiting for your match to queue you realized you had a loot box to open. You clicked the tab and started to open it, and too your shock you saw an orange coin! It was a legendary. It was revealed to be a legendary skin for Reinhardt but not one you’d ever heard of before. “Realityhardt? Must be a skin that wasn’t added to shop” you hovered your mouse over the skin to look at it but were met with a loading circle. You decided to see what it would look like in game anyways so you equipped to mysterious skin but upon equipping it felt a strong pulse hit you as you instantly found yourself unconscious. You finally start to regain consciousness “Ughhh my head, what happened” you said as you started into a dark abyss. Suddenly you felt a strange surge of energy hit you as you find yourself teleported to an airship. “How did I end up here?” You looked down to realize you were wearing a ton of armor. You tried to walk to the window to see yourself in the reflection but realized you couldn’t move. You tried to think of a possible explanation when suddenly you started walking towards the exit of the ship. You looked into the window “Wait that’s Reinhardt, and he’s doing everything I’m doing? Am I Reinhardt now???”. You suddenly feel yourself rush towards a wall and bang your head. You have no control over Reinhardts body and are forced to watch and feel the pain it’s experiencing.

Back in your human body there’s noises not usually made by a 20 year old male. A 63 year old Reinhardt is currently inhabiting your body and learning the ways of human life. “Sorry little man put I think zis is a lesson. No way a I going back to zat body. Have fun in za game little one” as he proceeds to slam his characters head into a wall knowing he no longer a forced to feel the pain.

One bad night turned into an eternity of being stuck in your favorite video game. Unable to control yourself or say what you want. Stuck to only your inner thoughts to yourself. Oh how you wish you never opened that lootbox

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So in the mood to swap bodies today, who wants to?

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the idea of farting your brains/intelligence out is sooo hot good job

Thanks! It’s my fantasy to one day fart out my own brains so writing about it is fun! Plus the concept works well for short stories which are my personal favorites to write :)

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I love black bodybuilders mate. Turn me into a big one with big farts

Skinny white twink wants to become a huge black bodybuilder? Now this is something I can get behind. Let’s start with the obvious and add some melanin to your skin till you’re no longer white to any extent. Now your body’s adjusting you watch as your hair starts to fall out but don’t fret I’ll give you some hair, I’m thinking a buzz that falls on the longer side of things. Your “muscles” if we can even call them that are non existent so let’s give you that “I go to the gym for 5 hours a day 7 days a week look”. Next we gotta add some height to make sure you’re hulking over everyone else. I’m going to slowly stretch your legs and thighs upwards til you reach 6’3 which seems like the perfect height. Now with such long thighs I’ve gotta do something so they dont look awkward and I’m thinking a massive muscle butt does just the trick hehe. Don’t expect to fit into anything under a size 38 bro. Now you almost done with the physical transformations but I’m feeling like you’re missing something and that something is tattoos. Let’s give you some to make sure you fit the bodybuilder aesthetic.

Now for mental changes it’s time to dumb you down a bit, I think 77 is good for you. Still smart enough to do most things but not enough to pursue college which is fine cause you’re going to spend your days at the gym. I’m making you addicted to protein to the point that you can’t eat anything without having a protein shake to help down it and boy does that lead you to have some intestinal issues. You can’t stop farting giant stink bombs wherever you go but you don’t care cause your secretly turned on by your musk. Your farts smell of raw beef and sewage but you enjoy the smell as it makes you feel manly. I hope you enjoy your time as a hulking gassy bodybuilder cause I know I might have to hookup with you soon broski

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I need you to turn me into a gassy silver fox, right now.

Hmmm so you want to be a gassy silver fox you say? I can do that but let’s start with your current body. You’re a 5’6 twink with 120 pounds give or take so let’s change that up. First thing is we’re gonna make sure you oblivious to all these changes *snap* gotta make sure that you think you’ve always been like this. I’m thinking 5’11 is a good new height for you so let’s reach that by stretching your legs and torso. Well I’m at it let’s give you some nice juicy thighs for your up and coming butt. I think a good 5 pounds in each thigh should suffice. Next I’m going to give you abs as every silver fox wants to have a good looking body they’re confident in and I think this will help you with that. Now this is a great start but I think I’m missing a crucial detail here in that you’re still only 22 so let’s change that to a fun number. You seem to have a football jersey in your closet with the number 58 which shocks me as I’m surprised such a small man played football but besides the point let’s make you 58 to match that. I’ll add in a few memories for you about your time on the field and your time off. You’ll now recall after winning your first game on your college scholarship that you returned to the locker room to wash up where you ended up tripping and falling into your mates dirty Jockstrap which helped you realize your attraction to make musk. You then remember sneaking around after games and hooking up with other men. You remember one time mid hookup the dude farted on your cock and you couldn’t help but get insanely turned on realizing how hot the idea of farting was which lead to you starting to eat foods that would force you to fart. Now present day you eats Eggs and Protein for every meal just to stay lean and gassy. You started working out your ass just so you could enjoy the vibrations of every single fart coming out of your old ass. I hope you enjoy your new life as a gassy silver fox

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Someone should transform me into their underwear and start farting in me non stop 😵‍💫🤤

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how about a desperate jock in the gym who just wants to get his last reps in, and just decides to mess his pants in the process. but once he starts messing, he might never be able to use the bathroom again….

From my understanding you are the desperate jock correct? That’s right I know it. You’ve been working out at this gym for months how could I not know you, your muscles are enormous from your months of training and everyone here respects you. At least everyone did respect you till I asked you for help the other day spotting me for my bench press and you blew me off telling me you were in a rush and to find someone else to spot me.

Now I wouldn’t have taken offense to this had you said it nicely but the way your voice sounded was harsh, like I had just asked the most disgusting thing you’d ever heard. And worst of all you clearly weren’t in a rush, you were at the gym for the next 3 hours while I was there and continued to stay even after I had left. You clearly had a problem with me and for why I don’t know. But I know one thing and that’s that you’re going to have a problem of your own very soon.

See you may have gotten away doing shit like this to any other person but I’ve kept a secret from everyone. I have the ability to alter a persons future just by thinking about it so let’s have some fun with it and change your future right before it happens. It’s the first time I’ve seen you at the gym since the interaction and I think it’s time for me to get my revenge.

Let’s start off simple, everybody loves your calm demeanor so let’s make it so we nice you enter the locker room to get changed you’ll find out that your gym clothes have been replaced with a pink sparkly singlet. That’ll surely set you on edge knowing that someone stole your stuff and now you have to wear that. You man up and head over to the bench press where you decide that you’re going to fall over the dude you’ve been crushing on to help spot you.

He makes his way over and is standing above you watching, this is the perfect time for my next change. Your known for your good smells as your always doused in expensive cologne. Maybe it’s time for a change is smell though. You lift up the weight and stretch your muscles pulling them tight. You drop the weight and release when all your muscles start to relax and all a sudden *PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT* whoops looks like someone just farted hehehe.

Your face grows red with embarrassment from that fart, it smelled of rotten eggs and expired meat. Your gym crush politely excuses himself but you watch him take a few steps before sprinting away. Oh no you blew it with him >:) guess will have to find you a new man cause future you can’t stop farting these giant 15 second farts now.

You want to head home at this point cause everything is going against your way but no way am I letting that happen. I rewrite your brain to make you stay and do one more workout on the rope, you want to practice your grip and upper body strength so let’s have you practice this till fail. You grab on to the rope and start gripping higher and higher pulling yourself up till you get to the top.

You reach the top and drop down. But you’re not done yet you feel the need to keep going. I start to initiate my final piece of revenge. I start slowly changing people’s paths till majority of the gym is in the general area, nobody’s focused on you…yet. I then start changing your future and make you need to urgently take a shit but make it so you feel like it’s reward to shit. I rewrote your brain so you feel like you need to climb the rope 3 more times till you can go to the bathroom and leave.

The first climb is the easiest, you’ve done it at least 10 times now and while you may need to use the bathroom you know you can do 2 more reps. Then comes your 2nd rep and it is much harder. After you dropped from the rope the first time you feel like your bowels moved around and now it’s even more urgent but you can’t give up yet and you start climbing. One hand up, the next hand up. You’re so close but it’s time and what’s that? *SPLLLAAAAAATTTTTT* wooos looks like someone just shit themselves all the way up on the top of the rope and ewww looks like it’s diarrhea… I didn’t even plan that bro that’s all on you hahaha

Your shit is now stuck in the back of your singlet and some even spalattrred on the floor, everyone’s looking at you like you’ve made such a fucking mess. Let’s make one last change for you though. You suddenly are realizing you like the feeling in the back of your singlet. That’s right future you has discovered you have a new kink and you now love shitting yourself.

Hope you’ve learned your lesson to not lie to others and speak to others nicely. I easily could’ve changed you to do that but that wouldn’t have been anywhere near as fun would it. Enjoy your future as a messy jock bro who shits himself for fun >:)

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First time writing a messing story, hope you enjoy!

Feel free to send more asks and I may just write your story in the future

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Hey fuckers. Announcement post from your new favorite Preppy Himbo Willy

I’m such a good fucking sub boy for my master @suitzandloafers . Bro found me and hypnotized me to become the perfect fucking bro I could be.

I’m now a preppy ass fucking himbo who only knows 3 fucking things. Cuss all the time, Forget everything and only listen to my fucking mater commands, fart all the fucking time like a good stupid ass himbo does.

From now on since I’m such a good fucking preppy himbo master has decided I can only write preppy tf story’s bros. But if you send an ask or something my dumbass will still do whatever transformations you fucking want. Only my story’s are about fucking preppy stuff bros. I’m aware I’m hypnotized to become the stupidest fucking preppy himbro I can but I don’t fucking care cause jus thought of my stupid ass pleasing my fucking master is enough to make me happy about my outcome. So bros hope yall fuckers like the new me as much as I do *PFFFFFFFFFFTTTT*. Sorry bros farting out my brains to free up more fucking space for masters commands

I only fucking wear penny loafers and tight dress pants to show master my ass. And I fucking love wearing suits and buttons ups. Need to keep a few buttons undone for master bro so he can see my fucking chest hair. I fucking love outfits master picks out for me cause im so fucking in love with him. I get hard knowing I fucking want master and he doesn’t want me back and only wants to be my dom that shits so hot seeing how worthless I am to him