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Muscle TF - Age Regression/Progression Captions 

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1. What’s your Favorite kind of TF? 2. Do you like Inanimate TF? 3. Would you rather Transform other people or change yourself? 4. What got you interested in TF? 5. Absolutely favorite TF art? 6. Absolutely favorite TF story? 7. Anthro or full animal TF? 8. Best part of transformation for you? 9. All good TFs need to have… 10. Willing or unwilling TF subject? 11. TG in your TF? 12. What other kinks do you have? 13. What excites you about TF? 14. What embarrasses you about TF? 15. Does anyone else know about your TF kink? 16. What other kinks do you have? 17. What kink excites you most, excluding TF? 18. Any kinks you’re embarrassed by? 19. Any kinks you didn’t think you’d be into but are? 20. What’s your favorite TF fantasy? 21. Favorite way to initiate a TF? 22. Mental changes to match physical changes, or a human mind trapped in an inhuman body? 23. Clothes ripping as the transformation progresses, or changing to match? 24. Favorite part of the body to watch transform? 25. Size changes? 26. Inflation? 27. If you could transform one person into anything you wanted, who would you change and into what? 28. Someone transforms you… what do they do with you after? 29. Who is your favorite shape shifter in media? 30. Favorite depiction of a transformation in media? 31. Permanent transformation? 32. Willing or forced transformation? 33. One part of your body you want to change? 34. One part of your body you’re really happy with? 35. What kinds of TF do you find a turnoff? 36. Magic or science? 37. Favorite thing to TF into? 38. Do you RP? 39. Ever act out a TF fantasy with a partner? 40. If anyone found out about your TF kink you’d…

[sergeant-adams-deactivated20240]

Conner

“You belong down there.”

Brody had been getting ready to leave the apartment when Conner had asked for help. Brody didn’t have much time and he knew his girlfriend was going to be mad if he was late again. She had great tits and a decent personality, but the whole nagging-thing was starting to get a bit on his nerves. And if Brody wasn’t there to escort her to the mall on time, she would be extra moody.

“Brody! Can you help me for a sec?” Conner shouted from his bedroom. Brody briskly made his way over, thankful his long, powerfully-built legs did so with ease.

“Make it quick,” Brody answered as he leaned on the doorframe, his jockish build filling it in perfectly. Being so broad and muscular was sometimes a curse, but right now Brody looked like a model entering the set of a sitcom where the audience would roar with applause.

“I dropped a part of my headset underneath my desk and I can’t get it.” Conner was currently invested in some video game, his eyes never leaving the screen and his mouse clicking furiously.

“Seriously dude?” Brody cocked an eyebrow while scratching his head through the short raven hair.

“Yeah bro,” Conner said. “Please, I’m desperate, the team is freaking out: I’m not ‘fully in the game’.”

Brody snorted and made his way over to the desk. Bending over, he carefully scooted his way towards Conner’s chair, noticing the other man’s legs and feet in the way.

“Hey, would you mind moving these furry sticks for me.”

“‘Sticks’?” Conner was amused. “Those calves were built from years on the field. I bet you can’t say the same.”

Brody rolled his eyes, knowing Conner was right. His legs were truly hairless twigs, and short ones too. Brody watched as Conner lifted his feet up, allowing for him to venture further underneath the desk. Looking around, Brody realized he didn’t actually know what he was supposed to be looking for. Then, he felt Conner place his feet on his back.

“Hey!”

“What?” Conner laughed cockily. “While you’re down there you might as well be the perfect footrest.”

Brody took in a deep breath of air, noticing the lack of uncontaminated oxygen underneath the desk. “What does this thing look like?”

“Small,” Conner replied. “Like you.”

“Ha-ha,” Brody enunciated back. He had to admit he did fit underneath this desk pretty easily.

“It’s true, I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else down there.” Conner dug his feet playfully into Brody’s thin back. “With hands like yours, I knew you’d be able to help me.”

Brody looked at his delicate fingers, confused. “Any other adjectives you could use besides ‘small’?”

“Dutiful,” Conner added.

“Well I would hope it would get the job done,” Brody remarked, blowing a few strands of his blond bangs out of his face. All he could see were cords and all he could smell was the soft odor that emitted from the presence of male feet.

“Oh, we weren’t talking about you?” Conner sheepishly questioned, bringing a bright red color to Brody’s cheeks.

“I diD-” Brody’s voice cracked violently, allowing for his larynx to slide upwards. “-I didn’t think that was funny.”

“Who said I cared what you think?” 

Brody suddenly felt a shift in the conversation. He felt Conner’s legs lifted off of him, allowing for the smaller male to shift underneath the desk like a dog settling into its kennel. Looking up, Brody noticed how much bigger Conner suddenly appeared, and how much that size affected his outlook on the situation. Brody began to feel less than, bringing a light headache on.

“Hold on guys. I’ll be back in 10,” Conner said into his microphone as he logged out of his match. Then, for the first time, Connor’s eyes slid downwards to meet Brody’s. His remark came out smoothly and slowly.

A shiver went down Brody’s spine. Silently, Conner leaned back in his chair as he lifted one of his meaty Size 13 feet up to Brody’s face.

“Sniff.”

Without hesitation, Brody leaned in and inhaled. The unrelenting dominant foot funk completely flooded Brody’s system, eradicating anything that asserted Brody was in charge over his body, mannerisms, or lifestyle. The walls of the desk had acted as a bay before the ship came in, the ship that carried cargo only pertaining to Conner.

Conner watched contentedly as the bright light dimmed out behind his former equal’s eyes. He’d been getting sick of being lonely, having been looking for a submissive partner for far too long. He’d also been getting sick of his cool, fun, narcissistic, cocky, messy, straight roommate. So really, Conner was happy to be solving two problems at once.

Conner smiled as he lowered his foot back to the ground. “So princess, I have some presentations this week and I need my dress clothes ironed. Can you deal with that?”

“Of course, Sir,” Brady responded, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused.

“Love when you appreciate your place, your position under mine,” Conner said.

Brady’s mouth opened a little, waiting, hoping Conner would give him what he wanted.

“I know what you’re looking for, kitten,” Conner purred before presenting his beefy big toe into Brady’s ready mouth. Brady immediately began sucking on it, achieving the duality of both sucking it like a cock and as if it was his own thumb.

“And tonight, Daddy will give you the real thing.”

Conner could only watch with amusement and lust as the twink’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

[gay-transformation]

My big brother thought I could hide those growth pills, I found them and took swallowed all of them at once.

My whole body shaked and trembled, but damn it looks great now. I do am starving for food, and a nice wet hole to shove this thick meat in as well. I don’t know what they put in that stuff, but it isn’t a side effect when it makes a cock grow to 9 inches and thick like a wrist.

My brother will be so mad, but I’ll just fuck his tight ass. I’m twice his weight now, such a twink he is. I deserve to mount his pathetic beta male hole.

[gay-transformation]

I did have a great physique, muscled and lean. Most men on Grindr swooning and throwing themselves at me. I would be lying if I didn’t had plenty of cock to choose from, but in the end most were just ugly or not my type. I needed a big powerful top, with a bigger cock and muscles to hold me down with. I would have loved to be a top, unfortunately I had the smallest balls and the tiniest cock compared to anyone I have ever met. My cock erect is barely two inches, u trained like a monster, as difficult as it is I gained little muscle. I have been training for 10 years and I look like I just joined the gym.

Been a long time since I dated someone my type, I just had some guys fucking my hole from the back, just because they were hung. Their big dick stretching my hole perfectly, I had the best orgasmes because of those huge monsters rubbing against my g-spot.

One day I saw his profile, barely few hundred meters from me. His body is huge, tall and muscled just as I liked them. His profile said he is a full top, into sub bttms that can handle the double digits. The moment I was reading it, the phone buzzed and it was him texting me. A simple hi, and a “into?” followed. He proceeded showing off some hot pics of himself.

I replied I look for a powerful dominant top, to use me like his little sub. He asked if I could come now, I told him I had to prepare first but am able to. He texted me his adres and within 30 minutes I got over to him.

He opened the door in just his shorts, he let me in and I already saw his cock showing through the shorts. I didn’t realize he was this big, standing tall at 7 feet and 290 lbs in weight. This hulking behemoth embraced me as soon as the door closed. He kissed me shortly before lifting me up and carried me as we kept kissing. My hands feeling his big muscled back.

He threw me on my back, and got on top of me. I grabbed his pecs as he moved his big paws across my body. He slowly took off my pants and underwear, as well as my shirt. He said I look very cute and proceeded with licking his finger and put it ih my hole. He added another one, he fingered my little hole, telling how tight it feels. When I reached out to feel his hard cock, which almost was bursting through his shorts he pulled it out. The thick huge meat was uncut, the moment he pulled it out and I saw the head of his dick looking incredibly thick and the rest of the shaft just as thick. He pulled me in closer, I opened my mouth and started sucking him. I pulled the skin back a bit, revealing those thick veins on it as well. He groaned as he pushed back, trying to go in deeper in my throat. The big man asked if I can handle it, his 10.5 inch monster. I looked him in the eyes, being honest i never tried this size before and didn’t know. He pulled something from the side of the bed, showing me a little bottle and telling me this will help.

I kept sucking on his meat, it barely bit in my mouth how thick it was. I think my fist had the same thickness. He played with my hole, I think he had four fingers in when he said it is time. He held the bottle in front of me, opened it up and ordered me to breath it in deep. I took one deep breath, he said to me good boy, I took another deep breath, he held it still before me as I took another deep breath. I felt funny, kinda dizzy as he said good boy one more. I did what he asked and did one more deep breath of it. He got on top of me, folded my legs and added a big glob of lube on my hole and covered his cock with more. Right after that he went in me, only I felt no pain. He easily went in, my hole just opening up, it feels so good as he went in deeper. The guy said that’s the bottle, opening you up and relaxing that pretty hole, amazing what poppers can do for a hung alpha like me.

He thrusted in whole cock in me, his huge balls slamming against my ass. I saw in his eyes the pure joy, he loved my tight hole. I had the best view, his big pecs and abs within reach and I did feel those big muscles while he pounded me firmly. He switched it up and used me in doggy position as well. His big hands pulling me in with every thrust made me cum hands free. I moaned as he stretched me out with no remorse. Suddenly it hit me, I never saw him putting on a condom. When he changed position again, putting me on the edge of the bed and my legs in the air with him standing in between I looked and he was using me bare. I had difficulty talking as he again went on with pounding my little body, I told him we should have used protection. He laughed, he said his dick will never feel a rubber around it. He said a pretty boy like me should be filled with his thick seed. He laughed as he said maybe that proteïne and testosterone I might get some size. It didn’t matter, right now he had me hitting waves of pleasure as his cock hits deep in me. His sweat dripping from his body, falling on me whenever he reaches down to kiss me. His pecs bouncing with each thrust looked so hot. When he really started to pound me, something in me felt like it snapped. Deep in my hole it felt different but really good.

The hunk his face changed as he roared loudly, praising me and my hole. Apparently he reached something deep in me and it felt beyond great. He went on with that my hole is milking his big fat cock like a pro right now. I didn’t know what he meant, but sure it felt amazing for me too.

Then he said he is going to cum, I looked as I saw his balls shocking up and down while I felt his thick load filling me up. He moaned, saying he never felt a hole milking him like this. He said my hole is milking him so good right now, he climbed on top of the bed. His cock still balls deep in me, he moved me with is powerful muscles more on the bed to make room for him. There he hovered on top of me, my legs wrapped around his body, his cock throbbing in me shooting ropes of cum in me. He told me my hole is still milking him, how it feels like I’m just milking him dry right now. He kissed me, his tongue in my throat while I felt his cum deep in me. He commented in between our kisses he never experienced this much cum coming from his balls. I just held on, his cock as hard as it could get, his whole body dripping with sweat on me. I held on to his big arms, but I started to feel like they weren’t as big as they were a few moments ago. I looked at them and saw them shrinking down with each burst of cum he pumped into me. I panicked and told him to pull out, he responded with no way. He didn’t want this to stop, it felt too good. He didn’t seem to care, his big body shrinking down before my eyes. Those big pecs fading away, just as his wide broad shoulders.

I begged him to pull out, something is wrong you are losing muscle. It snapped him out of his trance and panicked as well. He replied with, dude what the hell are you doing. How are you stealing my muscle, I didn’t even notice my body had been growing. My arms and chest now looking like a train.

He said he can’t pull out, his dick is stuck and just milking in his cock. In between the panicking, another orgasm hit him, again he blasted a thick load into me. It occurred to me, he still looked bulked up like a bull. He is still big, but maybe. I tried rolling over, he is still much stronger than me. However, his dick being milked he could not resist as he came again. I got us in the position where he had to lay on his back and I can ride that dick.

I straddled his cock, getting in a proper position and then I rode that cock. It felt so good having this all in me, riding it like a cowboy. This way he had no chance of resisting, he came over and over. He rapidly started to lose size, I had to keep adjusting myself to compensate my own growth. His body itself started to shrink down, getting smaller and smaller. I felt suddenly my own cock flopping around, I looked and saw it just getting bigger and bigger. My balls increasing in size too, becoming as big as oranges and hanging low it touched his pelvic area. The former hunk looked like a skinny twink when I didn’t feel his dick in me anymore. He lay there looking like a boy, not a sliver of masculinity left.

I stood up, looked at my body. I seem to be bigger than he was, I looked at my cock and it seems the same way there. I grabbed the little twink, spit on my cock and rammed it in his hole. I showed him no mercy, my balls needed to unload. He moaned like a little bitch as I thrusted deep. I brutally used his hole until I blasted thick white seed in his hole. Right after I left him, on the edge of the bed, his hole wide open and gaping. I saw a thick creamy white stream coming from his hole, forming a puddle of it on the ground. I left and never looked back, I’m finally what I always was meant yo be.

[maletfwitch]

“Sup bro” my former dweeb brother greets me in front of the tree. I almost didn’t recognize him he was always a bit more on the chubby side and was kinda short but now he's taller than me.

“Santa gave me this magical hat that transformed me now I'm a total hottie” he began flexing his new muscles with a cocky grin before taking off his hat and handing it to me “Maybe you need to give it a try”

I grabbed the hat and put it on excitedly before I felt myself begin to shrink and my muscles drain away as I got chubbier.

“It’s time for you to give being the chubby dweeb brother a try 'lil bro’” he said with a smug look on his face.

[joshslater]

Resizing

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"Care to make it more interesting?" the guy said. We were both about the same age, size, and build. Me, a ginger electronics engineer student dedicated to exercise for years, and recently getting serious with bodybuilding, and he, a Latino who obviously didn't skip gym or his meal plan too often. I guess that was why he'd asked me to spot for him at the barbell. He returned the favor and I felt the need to use the same weight as him and do his reps plus one. That led into testosterone fueled adventure hunt through the gym where we one-upped each other on various equipment and exercises. No one else was in there at this hour. Very mature behavior conducive to optimal results, not. We'd likely regret this the rest of the week.

"Interesting how?" We were standing under the pull-up bars.

"Most pull-ups win muscle and size."

"Isn't that always the prize?" I asked.

"I suppose it is. Chin must come above the bar and then the head fully below it for it to count. Are you in?" He held out his hand. I shook it.

"I'm game," and took a small jump up to the bar and started without any hesitation. I could feel fatigue from what we had done previously, but I tuned it out best as I could. He was counting. I came past eight pretty smoothly, but then I started to struggle. I would have hoped to at least would be past twelve by that point. By thirteen I had to really push it to get number fourteen above the bar, but then I had to give up. I felt a bit disappointed, as I normally can go past fifteen, but he should be just as tired as I.

"Strong going," he congratulated and slapped my shoulder. Then he leaped to the bar, also trying to show off, and began. While it didn't look easy for him, I couldn't see him struggling too bad either, rhythmically going up and down, perhaps slowly getting closer to the agreed limit above the bar. "Ten. Eleven. Twelve." His pace didn't falter. "Thirteen. Fourteen." He made a little smirk. "Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen." That last one wasn't perhaps a legal pull-up, but I had already lost. Perhaps he felt it too, so he dropped down to the floor.

"Fuck, I'm tired," he said, no need to pretend anymore. "Well, at least I won. I shall claim my prize," and he grabbed my hand again. Suddenly I was in agony. It felt like the dull day-after-soreness after a particularly grueling gym session, but there was more to it. It felt like I couldn't move anymore, at least not much. I wasn't frozen in place, but my body refused to detach from him, refused from stepping away. I was hot. I could feel droplets of sweat running down my body, and my eyes were watering up, making the entire room hard to see. But I could see that everything was somehow shifting.

Once he let go I felt unsteady, my body still in flames and sore as hell. His face however wasn't in front of me anymore. Instead I stared right into his chest. I looked down at my body. Years worth of work was gone. It was still an athletic body, but all definition in arms and legs were gone. Pecs and shoulders like any track and field student. "What the hell did you do!" I shouted.

"Muscle and size," he said calmly and flexed his now much larger arm. He looked down at me. "Don't worry. Girls like short boys with abs. Boys too I guess."

"Fuck you! Turn me back!"

"Or what? You're going to tell someone a guy you don't know stole your height at the gym?"

He had a point there. If I hadn't just seen it happen it would be completely unbelievable to me too.

"Just be the bigger man," he said and walked towards the showers.

[papermoon357]

Look at how my little bro is doing. Just a few days ago he was a nervous skinny little runt. He whined and pleaded, claimed he didn’t want to be a bro, didn’t want to be some dumb muscle head. Now look at him. Eager to show off his changes. Eager to flex. Eager to grow. Eager to get dumb. Now all he wants to be is the best dumb hot bro he can be. Only question is, do you?

[tfboyzblog]

4, 20, 21

4. What got you interested in TF?

Well I think I answered this one a long time ago but either way, it was probably the muscle growth sequences in cartoons that did something to me. Age regression sequences were a bit more rare but always exciting! 20. What’s your favorite TF fantasy?

I don't know if I can choose cause it really depends on my current mood, but one that is more or less constant would have to be something that involves both age regression and muscle growth... Something like reliving my teen years but this time as a big strong cocky jock boy instead of the little nerd I was... 21. Favorite way to initiate a TF?

Also so many good ones... But probably Words of Suggestion are what feels hotter right now for me. The idea of someone's words actually becoming reality as they slowly and gradually change you more and more...

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Anyway, thanks for the asks! ;)

[tfboyzblog]

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

-- 

Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

-- 

Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!

[wakeup01]

Theft Of A Bro

Uffh. Yeah, that’s good. Just like I thought…tight. We’ll see how long that lasts. No need to talk bro, I know what you want to say. You’re sorry for reacting that way, that me being gay shouldn’t have changed anything. That you shouldn’t have used that slur, or called me a bitch.

Hindsight is 20/20 though, especially when you’re getting fucked by a bro who’s stealing your muscles. Dude, don’t look away. Look me in the eyes, I want you to watch your legs dangle hopelessly above you as I take your masculinity. Take the body you worked so hard for. And I want to see your expression when you begin to love it.

I can already see your arms deflating down there, becoming dainty twigs. You won’t be able to lift a thing with those. That’s okay bro, you can give that bulk to me. I’ll put it to good use. Fuck. See them balloon, so fucking good man. Rrrrww! My biceps feel so much stronger, check out these guns. Check out YOUR guns on my body. Haha. What? Come on bro, you can forgive me for a bit of flexing. Okay maybe a lot of flexing, but I can’t help it. You were always such a egocentric showoff - puffing out your chest like a territorial beast. A textbook, self obsessed fuckboy, now I understand why.

And just look at my expanding pecs. So fucking thick and juicy. Bouncing in time with my th—thrusts! Those used to be yours. You always hated how guys used to eye them up, but now you’ll be the one salivating at them. No need to try and deny it my dude, soon enough your body will have new…needs. Wow bro, you’re already looking real flat down there. Those endless hours spent at the gym to boost your fragile ego, only for me to steal it within seconds. All that definition just fading into your tiny, slimming stomach. Those grab-able hips. Fuck, me on the other hand, I’ve never felt stronger. You could break rocks on here! I’ll take good care of these abs, they look better on me anyway.

Aww, your square jaw is rounding out to a cute little pouty face. Squirm all you want. You look so adorable when trying to seem angry bro. Hard to take you seriously when you’re blushing so intensely. You did always tease my boyish features and now my head is like chiselled marble. And you? That button nose and those freckles, guys are just gonna love you. Say goodbye to being a manly jock. Hello twinky boitoi! I think your waist is now thinner than your girlfriend… or is that ex girlfriend now? That’s a body designed to be fucked brah. So just let me fuck it. Take it like a BITCH! Like the BITCH you thought I was.

Uff. I can feel my cock expanding inside you. The veins pulsing, flowing with blood. Can you feel it too bitch? Yeah, by your expression I know you can. Stretching your hole wide, filling you to the limit. Feels good, doesn’t it. Don’t look now but your dick is shrinking. I’m stealing all that length, all that girth; pushing mine deeper and deeper inside you. Pounding that prostate. There you go. A tiny nub. My churning balls are dropping lower and swelling as yours shrivel up. Mmmff. Fuck that’s sick bro.

Yeah, it’s okay to moan. Your breathy voice getting higher and higher, as mine gets deeper. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal for slutty bitches in heat like you. It’s in your nature. Especially when in the presence of an alpha god like me. Whew, my pits are sweating like mad, just smell that intense musk. Smells just like you used to, bet that fact makes you real hard. Smelling your scent dripping from another man as it’s stolen from you.. Sniff and moan. Sniff, moan and give everything to me.

Holy shit, even your skinny legs are hairless now bro. Just like the rest of your smooth, svelte physique. How does it feel? How does it feel to be the ideal gay bottom slut, the very thing you abhorred.

Why so quiet broski? Oh that’s right, we’re trading that pigheaded ego for an eagerness to please. You had enough confidence to share, so I’m taking it. Taking all of it. Fuck. Yes. Your outspoken nature is draining into me, leaving a timid little mouse in it’s place. A stark difference from that rude, puffed-up dick you prided yourself on being. Even now I bet part of you wants to talk back, be a brat. Hm, but that shy smile betrays what you really are. A well behaved boy who knows his manners. Isn’t that fucking right? Heh, good boy.

Look at me and see what you used to be. Marvel at me, marvel at what you’ve lost. Starstruck at your own well deserved comeuppance. Feel your nub twitch at the sight of the perfect man fucking your jock-hood into nothingness. That strength being sapped away. It makes you feel so small and weak. But you can’t tear your eyes away.

Your head? Sorry bro, I got bored of being the dumb one, so yeah, I’m taking your smarts too. Even if you did waste it and let your cock make most of the decisions. Maybe if you hadn’t held it over me, looked down at me. Well…who’s looking down now? Don’t worry, being air-headed has it’s benefits. That empty look in your eyes, the open drooling mouth. Blissful ignorance. The cute way you’ll get confused at the simplest of things. The ‘ummms’ and ‘huhs’ as you bite your lip and push out your rear. Talking like the complete basic bitch gay you once hated. The constant state of mind melting hornyiness. Dumb as a rock. A complete ditz. You’ll get by doing ‘favours’.

I’m not a jackass though. Not like you were. It’s only fair you get something of mine bro, you can have what’s left of my body fat. Unf. Straight to your rear. Let it plump up your butt to a perfect round bubble. A wobbly shelf. A big bouncy booty. Woof. Yeah just like that. The perfect entrance to your endlessly usable fuck hole. Damn, it’s tight. Let’s conquer it.

Bruh, your masculinity is truly delicious, surrender the rest up to me. To my new hulking, godlike form. Purge every trace of manliness from your puny effeminate body with abject glee. Lisp, smile and giggle like a silly little girl. Like the Femboy you were destined to become.

Like a BITCH.

Say again? Bthweed? Oh, you want me to BREED you. Way ahead of you bro. When I cum with my monster cock, your pretty little head will become stuffed with thick, cummy cotton candy. And bro, it’s never gonna clear up again. I have a new adorable outfit already picked out for you. Thigh high socks, booty shorts, a tiny thong and a nice thick collar with your name on the tag. BITCH.

I’m gonna enjoy parading you out in front of all our fraternity bros. You’ll pretend to be all timid and ashamed but I’ll know you’re actually loving the sense of humiliation. Loving your new place as my emasculated gay fucktoy. If you beg enough I might even let the rest of the frat borrow you. I’ll be sure to let ‘your’ girl know that you were a good hole after being passed around. Maybe she’ll even give you tips, you’ll be besties in no time.

Hm? That’s ‘thank you sir’ to you. That’s better. Let’s be clear, we’re not ‘bros’ anymore. I’m a fuckmachine and you’re a glorified fleshlight. We need to make sure you don’t forget your role. A simple tag will suffice. I’ll even let you choose where your ‘BITCH’ tattoo goes. Forehead or rear, it’s up to you. Yeah boi, I think it’ll look good there too.

Now open wide BITCH and be ready to swallow. I’m about to fucking blow.

———-

Whew! That was a good fuck. Clean up boy, the other bros will be here soon and I…woah. Damn, I feel lightheaded. It’s like my brain is overstuffed. With…stuff. And my cock, uughhh. It won’t soften. Maybe I took a bit too much from you, but fuck, I couldn’t help myself. You deserved it after all. But bruh, I need to lift! Huhuh! Oh shit. I don’t want to be exactly like you were! But dude. Like bruh! My head! Gotta lift! Gotta flex! Gotta get to the gym and be the blockheaded fuckboy muscle jock this body deserves!

Pass me your old jockstrap, yerhh, my huge cock gonna do the thinking for the both of us brooo!

[sergeant-adams-deactivated20240]

The 43rd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair

Mr. Wehmhoff

Mr. Wehmhoff was never particularly excited to go to Fettig High School. No one is ever thrilled to go to work, and if they are then there was surely something wrong with them. Being employed at a high school was the same as every other job: annoying coworkers, same clientele every year just dressed differently, and similar problems repeating themselves. Once and a while something new would surprise Mr. Wehmhoff, but during his six years in the school district he’d found that most issues could be resolved quickly with little to no impact. One issue that had eclipsed this theory however was named Jackson.

After college, Mr. Wehmhoff had been immediately signed on as a history teacher at the high school. He wasn’t a favorite of the students, but they respected him enough to do their work and put in effort. He also wasn’t a favorite of the staff, but he did what was requested of him and got a fair reputation. Mr. Wehmhoff didn’t even stand out in terms of looks. His 5’11 figure had some meat on the bones and the short curly locks/youthful face combo gave him points, but the smaller-than-average dick brought him down multiple pegs. So when Mr. Wehmhoff was promoted to an assistant principal position, it was a little surprising. 

“Really?” Mr. Wehmhoff had replied, more stunned than honored. “But I’m not even 30?”

“We believe it might be best to hire someone of a younger age who may be more in touch with our students,” one of the other principals replied. “Think of it as a trial run.”

As it turned out to be, the trial was based around a student named Jackson. Mr. Wehmhoff was familiar with the student from one of his history classes, but he hadn’t watched how the high schooler had grown up since. Jackson may have been noticeable as a freshman, but as a senior he was now a force. He had the looks, the attitude, and the crew to follow his every step. They copied his tucked-back hair, they copied his attire, and they unfortunately copied his ideology towards school. It wasn’t long until more and more students were experiencing lower grades due to Jackson’s influence, so it became Mr. Wehmhoff’s mission to find a solution.

Mr. Wehmhoff had already tried multiple tactics. Immediately, he had a lengthy conversation with Jackson in private, but after multiple closed answers and scoffs the assistant principal knew the discussion would go nowhere. He observed from afar, taking field notes like an ethnographic researcher. He even conferenced with other teachers around the state who had experienced similar issues. It wasn’t until someone suggested interviewing one of Jackson’s crew that Mr. Wehmhoff felt like he had found a lead. The idea was a good start: ask the student why they followed Jackson and what they found so captivating about him.

And that was how Jacob had ended up in the assistant principal’s office during the 43rd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair. He sat across from Mr. Wehmhoff, uncomfortable at the questions being asked of him.

“Jacob,” Mr. Wehmhoff tried to sound reasonable. “All I’m asking is why?”

“’Why’?” Jacob muttered. The 18-year-old certainly wasn’t as charismatic as Jackson. Pimples covered a portion of his face, and he hid his runner’s build underneath a bulky sweater and expensive joggers. His body and outfit would have put him as a jock, but his submissive personality damaged that classification.

“Why do you follow Jackson? What makes him so attractive?”

Mr. Wehmhoff had meant the word in a magnetic application, but he was surprised to see the high schooler take it differently. A scarlet blush pierced through Jacob’s cheeks. Realizing what he had done, Mr. Wehmhoff immediately opened his mouth to correct his error, but he wasn’t fast enough.

“I…I need to go-”

Jacob was already out the door before Mr. Wehmhoff could stand up. Quietly muttering a few cuss words, the assistant principal walked to the door and followed the student. He wasn’t going to run in his sweater vest and slacks, but Mr. Wehmhoff was able to speed walk briskly down the halls of the high school. It was thankfully empty from the fair, so finding Jacob wasn’t that hard. The student was sitting alone on a bench in front of the school’s gym, his body facing the glass window looking inside. 

Approaching the 18-year-old like a frightened deer, Mr. Wehmhoff slowly sat down on the other side of the bench.

“Jacob, I-”

“When I ran away I thought my message was pretty clear,” Jacob spat, each word coming out like an individual bullet.

“And when I called you to my office I thought my questions were pretty clear,” Mr. Wehmhoff fired back unprofessionally. He gazed at the boy, who’s own eyes were currently focused on the teenagers working out in the gym. Sensing the boy was close to a breakdown, Mr. Wehmhoff took a deep breath and followed the boy’s example.

“Jacob,” Mr. Wehmhoff started as softly as he could. “My choice of words were insensitive. I didn’t mean to expose you in any sort of way. If that’s something you ever need to talk about, my door is always open.”

Jacob didn’t move.

“But I’m not here to interrogate you, I’m just trying to understand Jackson’s dynamic. I want to understand why you students find him so…” Mr. Wehmhoff carefully annunciated his next word. “engaging.”

The two continued to stare into the gym, watching different high schoolers make their way around the sets of equipment. The silence sat with them for a while, stubbornly not moving from its position on the bench between the 18-year-old and the assistant principal.

“I don’t know,” Jacob finally whispered, finally releasing his tense spine. “Jackson’s just got…he’s got a combination of…engaging things.”

Mr. Wehmhoff delicately turned his head to look at the student. “A combination? Can you go into a little more detail.”

Jacob turned his head to face away from the gym. Mr. Wehmhoff wondered if he was trying to hide another set of pinkened cheeks.

“If you don’t want to talk about Jackson, then let’s pretend I’m someone you would identify as a good leader,” the assistant principal offered. “If I was to be a popular kid at Fettig High School, what would I be like? What would define me?”

Jacob wasn’t entirely convinced of this idea at first, but after another minute Mr. Wehmhoff was happy to see the student’s head turn back to the gym.

“Well, I think you’ve already got the height down,” Jacob remarked. “But another inch would help out just a little more.”

Mr. Wehmhoff nodded, seeing an even 6 foot as reasonable. The women he’d dated had always remarked that he had barely hit the standard by making it just above 5’11, but he’d always taken that as a compliment.

“You’d be much more focused on your body.”

“In what areas?” Mr. Wehmhoff asked, standing up to get a better look at his own stature.

“Uh…” Jacob muttered. “Everywhere?”

“Oh.” Mr. Wehmhoff tried to keep his irritation from leaking into his tone. “Everywhere?”

“Your legs for sure.” Jacob pointed to the poles encased by the assistant principal’s straight pants. “Everyone always jokes about skipping leg day, but you’d make it a priority. You’d have muscular calves that were obviously given special attention, and thick calves from all that time spent curling and raising.”

“Makes sense,” Mr. Wehmhoff remarked, lifting up each of his legs to confirm Jacob’s points. The assistant principal did have a unique passion for leg day, spending an abnormally large amount of time on the machines. His trunks basically made his trousers look desperate to rip open, and unfortunately after a few washes they always would. No matter how tough the fabric, nothing could stand his monstrous legs. Even the pants Mr. Wehmhoff had on now appeared to be in pain trying to hold in all of the mass.

“Gotta work on that chest too,” Jacob answered flatly. “A torso that even out of season is still in its best shape.”

Mr. Wehmhoff rightfully agreed. Although he hadn’t played any sports since his college days, he still coached a few teams at the high school. That meant he had to stay in shape, a shape that would inspire his boys to do the same. He couldn’t help but stare down proudly at his pecs, which forcefully pushed the argyle pattern of his sweater vest out into two mounds. Underneath the pair were the beginnings of a muscle gut, something he’d been afraid of when he was younger but was now proudly making strides towards.

“Oh! Arms too!” Jacob announced. “I’d want you to have arms so bulky that people could hang off of them.”

Mr. Wehmhoff struck a pose for the student, his biceps and triceps creating bulging hills inside of the sleeves of his dress shirt. The assistant principal couldn’t help but gawk at the way his muscles moved, for if he focused enough he could see his own veins move.

“’Want me’?” Mr. Wehmhoff noted, rolling his gargantuan shoulders back to stretch his delts.

“I…I meant I’d follow you…” Jacob quickly corrected. 

“Right,” Mr. Wehmhoff reinforced. He tried to cross his arms over his chest, but he found the maneuver particularly difficult.

“You’d need to have a better style too.”

“Really?” Mr. Wehmhoff replied, thankful they’d gotten off the topic of his body for now.

“At least in high school, people dress how others want to see them, not how they want to see themselves.”

“That’s very intuitive,” the assistant principal replied. Uncrossing his bare arms, he gave the student a thumbs up. He then gave a quick tug to his metal necklace, which was thankfully exposed due to his tight red tank. 

“Style isn’t the only thing other people want,” Jacob huffed, looking back at the gym.

“What do you mean by that?” Mr. Wehmhoff questioned. He followed the high schooler’s gaze while readjusting his long, pulled-back hair underneath a backwards cap, making sure the straight follicles were still fluffed out in the back.

“I…I guess…I mean I…” Jacob stuttered again, the familiar red color flooding his cheeks. This time however, he didn’t turn away. “If you were to be popular at Fettig, people would be…engaged…by you if you had all three major aspects.”

“’Three aspects’?” Mr. Wehmhoff replied. “Like a Triple Threat sort of deal?”

“Yeah, that would make sense.”

“So, what are the three?”

“First off the group,” Jacob sighed. “Gotta have a crowd that follows you everywhere.”

“Reasonable enough.” Mr. Wehmhoff waved off a few of his friends who were approaching from afar. He forgot how hard it was to just have a one on one.

“The looks too.”

“And you’d define that as…”

“Oh, um…” Jacob gulped. “I…I obviously don’t think of guys as um…attractive…but um, if I did…I would say…”

Mr. Wehmhoff listened along as Jacob listed off a large list of items relating to the high schooler’s definition of attractive for a male. While he took in the 18-year-old’s answers, he fidgeted around with a few different things. Ever since he was little, he always needed to do something. Maybe that was why he had always done so poorly in school, but then again he was never the smartest kid anyway. Not only that, but as soon as he hit puberty he was too busy getting laid with some chick every week to do homework. 

No one could resist Mr. Wehmhoff’s beautiful body with his classically-jockish face and body, silky young voice, and 8-inch snake of a cock. He quickly gave his pouch a tug, freeing up his boys as well. Girls were always asking to touch his low-hanging nuts. Those or his Size 14 feet, or get a sniff of his hairy pits, or actually just lick any part of his well-built body. The assistant principal was a ladies’ man, and if the ladies and guys kept coming to him then he wouldn’t stop. Sex was sex, right? If the people wanted him and he wanted the people back, then he wasn’t going to say no! Just, no to girls–Mr. Wehmhoff had come to the realization long ago that only men could properly please other men.

“And third?” the assistant principal asked.

“And…and third?” Jacob’s stutter had switched from one of anxiety to one of nervous excitement. The student only now realizing how perfectly Mr. Wehmhoff represented an embodiment of the word attractive.

“Third…third is the character.”

“The character, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jacob confirmed. “You’d be a high school senior, right? So you’ve got to have all that cocky, confident, hot youthful arrogance that Jackson has.”

Mr. Wehmhoff smiled, cupping the bulge in his loose sweats once again. This time he found himself rather hard, having only now noticed how cute the little twink in front of him was.

“Oh really?” the 18-year-old replied. “And what would my popular name be?”

“Well,” Jacob felt his dick quickly rising. “What’s your first name, Mr. Wehmhoff?”

“Alexander.”

“Then Alex, just Alex.” Jacob nodded his head quickly, tucking his head down in order to stop furiously blushing at the sight of Fettig’s hottest senior in front of him.

“Luckily for you, I do go by Alex already,” Alex responded before stepping right in front of the other boy. “And I’d say I fill your other criteria as well: cocky, confident, and youthfully arrogant.”

Alex then knelt down in front of the other student and placed a meaty hand on Jacob’s bulge. He felt it pulse beneath his fingers, rock hard and begging for release.

“I’m pretty sure you defined those words as ‘hot’ earlier too,” Alex smoothly stated. “Funny, I would’ve used ‘hot’ to describe you.”

Jacob knew it was totally a line, but he was also totally about to blow a load.

“I’ve gotta squeeze in a quick workout, but I’ll meet you in the locker room in half an hour.”

Jacob said nothing as Alex got up and made his way to the gym door. He then grabbed the first set of weights he found and made his way to a machine. Smugly, he began curling his arms up and down, watching the boy squirm outside the glass windows waiting for the thirty minutes to be up.

[tfboyzblog]

Re-reblogging this awesome gradual TF from dumb-and-jocked

[gay-transformation]

You look much better without those big muscles and masculine features. It won’t be long before I siphoned it all from your body, and when I do you will feel how much you improved my body.

I bet you already noticed my muscles growing, big arms holding you down already. I can’t imagine you used to be the college athlete moments before, now nothing more than a little fem twink.

That hole feels really tight, yes hehe. Those inches I took from you will definitely make it hurt. How big was it again before? Your proud possession which used to breed college girls, that’s right 8 inches and thick. I guess mine is deep in the double digits, and thicker than this fist.

I think you are still pretty tall, let’s just adjust that. I feel like I’m supposed to be 7 feet tall and you my boy 5.3 feet. Good now you are a perfect fit, let’s add some lube and… fuck it’s tight. Oh wait a minute, almost forgot. Those big balls of yours serve no use anymore.

You feel that, every thrust I make my sack slamming against you feels heavier. I’m taking it all, I will need it to replace you as campus breeding bull. That extra production power from you and my now massive balls for storage will do just the trick.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back for my favorite toy every night. How long have I been pounding your hole? I have to be in the gym at 6. Just over an hour, well I guess we have a solid 40 minutes then. That stamina I took from you is paying off big time. I feel like I can keep going for hours like this, my body is dripping with sweat.

You know bro, I think instead of draining, I can also give you something. Yeah dude, you are getting that excess fat of mine and it’s going straight at that booty of yours. Fuck it that is what I’m talking about, look how big and juicy it already is. Hell now am cut and huge still, such a win win.

Bro are you okay? No it’s normal to have insanely good orgasmes. Your girlfriend won’t be missing you anymore, just like you I’ll have her addicted to my godlike body. Plus unlike you, she can give me plenty of babies. Speaking of, almost 6.

Fuuuckkk, take that load. Yeah bro, it’s so much cum I’m pumping it. You feel it bro, it’s so much I’m pumping in your guts. It’s crazy bro, well I’m off now. See you when I’m back, oh round two will start, get the feeling I’ll be horny as hell after lifting with these new muscles.

[frat-style]

[gayasfack]

What’s wrong big bro? You’re the one who says you’re bigger than me. Not so big now are you little guy

[wannabeanotter-deactivated20241]

FUCK STICK (BOTTOM TO TOP; FUCKBOY/JOCK TF)

Fucking tops. It's Friday, nearly midnight and instead of dancing I'm stuck in the washroom at a gay club, hiding from some shithead.

"Tops, right?"

Next to me is a tall guy in a flannel shirt. He's pretty hot, but, urgh, he's the last thing I want to be thinking of right now.

"Yeah," I try to sound chatty, but it's clear I'm pretty annoyed "How did you know?"

He turns to me and crosses his arms, grinning, "Oh, you know. What happened? I bet you have loads of guys chasing after you"

It's true. I mean, look at this ass

"Urgh. This guy grabbed me from behind and started grinding against me. Can you believe it?? He didn't even ask, all I did was wink at him."

"Hmphh, you winked at him? Sounds like he was giving you what you wanted. You know, all you bottoms are the same. Needy. Demanding. Seeing real men as just dumb grunting animals. Maybe that guy was trying to do you a favour?"

I groan and turn around to leave "Oh, fuck you." Just what I need, another smug shithead.

He heckles me from behind. "God, twinks like you are so fucking lame. Maybe we're fed up of being nagged all the time?". He sounds kinda angry, but I ignore him, and roll my eyes.

"You know what, grab your dick."

I freeze, and my eyes go wide with shock. Why am I so shaken? That's not the worst thing I've heard at a club. I try to move but I can't, I just sputter, "Wh- what?? I'm not doing that"

He grins, "I'm not asking"

I feel something pull against my pants, but I look down and see it's my own arm

"WHAT THE FUCK! Are you... you're doing this?" My arm creeps down, playfully running my fingers over my tight stomach, and slips down through my waist band.

"Haha, yeah I am bro. So, bottom bottom bottom. What to do with you. What if I open your eyes a little?"

I, I start to shake. Something in me feels good. Beefy guys start to flash through my mind, and whatever's taken over my hand knows what it's doing down there. Athletes, wrestlers, big bulges in tight clothes...

"Here's the thing. There's enough brats like you around here bro. Someone's gotta do something. Think of it like, uh, giving back to the community."

The images in my mind start to change. The models get smaller, swapping out athletes for tight twinks in tighter shorts. Instead of biceps, I'm thinking of big, curvy asses, and my hand... I can't control myself. I wanna grab someone, anyone, and start grinding.

But then, one of my crushes slides by - Jason, a HUGE wrestler on my college team. Biggest pecs I have seen in my life. Thank fuck, finally, a real man. He looks at me with his big, brown eyes and oh my god, my heart flutters. I look up at him and in my mind I start to walk towards him

The guy in the flannels shirt is egging me on, "Go on, do it." How does he know what I'm thinking? Whatever.

I reach out, and Jason smiles. That big, goofy, handsome grin... and then he turns around. He gets down on the mats, on his hands and knees, raising his big, firm ass into the air. I'm looking right at it.

I squirm. "Oh god. No. No no no no no"

"Uh, actually, yes." The guy in the washroom grins. "I want you to be a dumb, grunting animal, you will do that for me. Are you starting to understand?"

I lean down over the sink, but in my fantasy I fall against Jason. I hold him tight, pinning his big sweaty form down against the mats. At first, there's barely anything I can do to control him - he's WAY bigger than me, but soon I start to feel... bolder. Firmer. He tries to roll me over, but I slip my arm around his shoulder and a vein pops up over my bicep. My legs strain and my glutes start to stretch. Fuck, my whole body is throbbing.

I grunt, and slam him downwards, which gives moment to catch my breathe. Does he feel less sweaty? I wipe my forehead. Wait, am I more sweaty?

"Yeah bro. I know what you're thinking, I know how much you love guys after they've worked out. Damp clothes, that manly smell... it's exactly what every bottom wants these days. Now it's yours"

We twist around each other, and I reach my arms across his body. Wait, all the way around? His shoulders have gotten smaller, thinner... twinkier. And, well, mine are the opposite. He lunges, but I grapple him. All the mass has gone from his legs, meanwhile, my biceps are big enough to crack a skull.

"I want to make you a real fuckboy, you know? Someone who just thinks with his dick. Gym, sex, gym, sex, gym, sex... I want you to always be turned on, I want it to control you, I want you to never get a break."

I've got him, firm between my legs. Jason's tiny now, the same size I was 2 minutes ago, and I start to grind my bulge against his soft, bubbly ass. Fuck. Fuck! It's so good. This is the best fantasy I've ever had in my life. I want to fuck him so bad.

My whole body is throbbing, shaking. Blood is pulsing through my, through my everything. Fuuuuuck. I feel almost dizzy. Everything about this almost feels real. I go to lift up my shirt, but it's gone, and I run my other hand over my stomach. It's like I can really feel the abs

I cum. Oh my god, did I just cum in a... a washroom at a night club? And, I was thinking about topping a guy??

"Ahem". I turn to stare at the guy next to me. He looks pleased with himself. Very pleased.

"There bro! How do you look?"

I look in the mirror, and it hits me like a fucking brick. My body... my clothes. Oh my god, everything's gone. THAT WAS REAL? I look like some stupid fuckboy. Am I a stupid fuckboy? Is that a JOCKSTRAP? My jeans are gone, now just a pair of shorts. Very short shorts. Is that it? Is that all I'm wearing? Over the top of my huge pecs I see my converses are gone too, swapped out for some worn down gym shoes.

This can't be real. If it is, my boyfriend is 100% going to break up with me. How do I even explain this? That I'm like, ripped now? No, wait... that's not it. I try to imagine him topping me but, but, fuck, it feels so gross. A total turnoff

"Of course you don't want to let him top you. You're not a bottom anymore... that's kind of the whole point."

But he would never let me top him. But maybe we don't need to have sex for a while. That wouldn't be so bad, would it...

"AHAHAHA, sorry, with your new sex drive? What part of a fucking animal don't you understand"

There's no way he would want to stay with a horny fuckboy, but, but...

what if I am a stupid fuckboy? I'm already thinking of a nice, tight twink. I'm not that interested in him anyway - he's too tall, too beefy. All the guys I saw earlier are racing through my head. The skinny guy I danced with with the great ass, that cute short one by the bar... urgh, he had those perfect legs, that cute crop top, tight stomach... I bite my lower lip and reach down...

"NO!!"

I start hyperventilating. "This isn't me. I'm not a jock, I am ABSOLUTELY not a top. And," I lift up my arm, "there's no way I actually smell like this"

He laughs, like he's having the fucking time of his life. Maybe he is. "HAHA, sorry dude, yeah you do. And, yeah, you are. Think of that fuck stick like a gift, not just to you, but also to every cute boy you see on grindr. You'll get used to it, trust me"

His words flood my head... I imagine scrolling through the app in bed later, looking at the sea of boys all desperate for me... I reach down again...

"NO! Fuck! Make it stop. Why are you doing this to me?!!"

He pauses for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. His expression... he's looking at me like he thinks I'm stupid. Does he think I'm stupid? No way - this motherfucker!

"Really? I know I fried a few wires up there dude, but you cannot seriously be asking that. Why do you think I'm doing it?"

"I - I..." I can't find any words. I really don't know. I just don't fucking get it. He's ruining my body, my LIFE, and for what? Fun? Revenge?

But he laughs, and looks at me. I'd think he was being pitiful if he wasn't grinning so fucking hard.

"Bro," he says, "I'm doing this because I think it's hot."

My heart sinks. "You're doing this because, because it fucking turns you on? Don't you give a shit about me at ALL?? I'm going to lose my boyfriend, I'm trapped in this horny, sweaty, disgusting body..."

"Just stop complaining. You know, so what if you don't get in a say in this! Sometimes you just gotta take what life gives you, and right now that's a huge fucking cock"

I feel like I'm about to burst out crying. He grabs my new, boyish face, and pulls it up towards his. "So, yah! Glad I could clear that up," he laughs, "Look, ok, this isn't gonna work if you're gonna be such a fucking loser about it. It's also not gonna work out if you don't work out - you gotta be going to the gym from now on. Those biceps, those pecs... you're chiseled like a statue and I'm not gonna let those new muscles go to waste. You need to be in there DAILY."

He gives my cheeks a squeeze, then lets me go. I clutch my face. It feels different, unfamiliar. Am I crying?

"URGH, bro, will you just quit looking at me like that. Puppy dog eyes, I shouldn't have made you so fucking handsome... Look, I'm gonna give you one last chance, ok: cheer up, right fucking now, or else I'm gonna have to do some rewiring. Right now, all your decisions are being made up there", he flicks my forehead, and then he smirks and grabs my crotch. "But, if I flick the switch, this guy gets to do all the thinking. You'll be so dumb, so horny, HAH, you'll be drooling over your own dick. A real fucking animal. Got it?"

If I don't get a grip, it's over for me. But what do I do? I gulp, and try to swallow my tears. I wash my face a little in the sink. He stares down at me, and the two of us stand in silence. It feels like forever, but it must have been just a minute.

I look up at him, and let out a squeak. "Yeah. You're right. I got it"

"No." he says "I don't think you do."

Damnnnnn, look at these pecs. Fuck, what was I doing? Whatever, I gotta get back out there. See if that blonde guy by the bar is taken. Just thinking of him and his ass makes me wanna... I grab my crotch, and let out a moan.

Wait, is that cum? Yoo how did I not realise. I clean myself up and slide my waistband back over my jockstrap, letting it snap into place against my cum gutters. I flex, and light shines off my glistening, sweaty muscles - if someone were to see me now, they'd think I was a greek statue. These strong, firm thighs, the perfect curve of my glutes... these shoulders look like they were made by fucking Michelangelo.

Nah, I'm way better than that. A statue doesn't have a dick. See you at the club, bro

[tfboyzblog]

Finally wore a jockstrap to the gym! It feels so much better!

Totally felt like a dumb muscle jock in training heheh

[dreamingtf-deactivated20241106]

All It Takes is One Thought

The only thing Sean could think about was Jason. Jason and his stupid growth spurt. He knew that he was going to be late bloomer, but this drastic of a change at the age of 20 was unheard of.

Frusturated he thought about Jason and his perfect tits, bouncable ass, lickable armpits, and kissable lips. What made Sean even more frusturated is that he's never felt this way about another man before, he was confused between wanting to be him and wanting to be fucked by him.

As his hand slid into his pants he collapsed onto his bed, thoughts of Jason completely taking over.

As his weak measly dick rose to life, he continued to play with it until he had to take off his pants. As his dick touched the cold air it started to pulsate harder than it ever has.

Sean closed his eyes and arched his extending neck back as a wave of pleasure came over him on every consequent stroke. He could imagine himself looking up at Jason with his huge rod barely coming close to fitting in his mouth.

But as he kept thinking, another path unlocked. One where he was the one looking down at Jason. He imagined how Jason would unbuckle his pants and drag them down, how his lips would wrap so perfectly around his own dick.

He felt the distance between him and Jason growing as his torso elongated, his legs did the same as he had to spread them further. After he had been given the best blowjob of his life he eould be on top of Jason, sean's now huge veiny foot long cock wedged in between Jason's gigantic globes. As he put it in he went slow, he was a gentle lover after all.

But with each pump he got more aggresive, he could feel his core strengthening as his abs hardened and defined. As his arms inflated like a balloon he would be able to easily pick Jason up as he ragdolled on his dick for hours. An extra impressive feat since Jason was still 300 pounds of pure bodybuilding muscle.

As Sean came time and time again in his imagination, he had also done so in real life. With his torso and sheets absolutely drenched and dripping in cum, he called Jason. Why was he imagining when he could habe the real thing?

[papermoon357]

Mmm finally. Ive been waiting all day dude. I’ve really gotten into our sexting. Wasn’t into it at first. Like was a total insecure newb. But then you got me going and I got so into it. You callin me your dumb hot slut. Thick cock always leakin for you. Too horny to think huhu. Like dude… mmmmm… so me. I wanna fuck so bad. Gotta be that fuck boy you want me to be.