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Just your average crazy guy

[thepossessionmaster]

Normally it wasn’t common for Fatso to go out of his way to possess athletes. They were tight, lean, sweaty, and they just suited his bro’s more than him. But when he saw Jackson running around on the field during an evening soccer practice, he was struck by instant attraction.

The rest of the team had retired to the locker room to hear the coach give feedback while Jackson went around to clean up the equipment. He sauntered in 10 minutes into the coach’s remarks and plopped on the bench with a horny, satisfied look. He kept looking all around at his hot, sweaty teammates, licking his lips, winking, blowing them kisses. Most of them blushed, looked away and moved their crotches strategically. Fatso was about to give team player a whole new meaning!

[sindrip]

[gaygeeksstuff]

[goonologistphd]

Took my zinc

[brysmaleidols]

[triswaps94]

CYOC - Chameleon Clothes

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

Jeff goes over to the machine and makes a choice:

[triswaps94]

Jeff finds an open button t-shirt and some long shorts, to test the new program. It says if he wears them, he'll turn into the ideal body for those clothes. Here goes nothing.

He strips down to his boxers, and slides the shorts on. He does the same with his shirt, and he puts the new shirt unbuttoned on his bare chest.

He waits...

He then feels a slight tingle on his legs. He runs to the full-length mirror. He can't believe what he sees. Instead of his lack of brown hair on his legs, he sees a thick coating of dirty blonde instead. Then he cringes when his legs begin to shift, and muscle starts to bulge out. Not too much, but more than he just had. He feels a ripple up his body, as he notices a dirty blond trail growing up his belly, it gets thick, and then stops. Again he cringes as muscles re-arrange and expand, as he sees a new 4 pack and a big pecs. His arms are now covered in blonde hair and they too become thicker, giving him big pipes. The ripple finishes at his head, where he starts to grow blonde stubble, and his hair begins to grow and curl ever so slightly. It too becomes blonde, as his face becomes more manly.

He now looks like the ideal beach bunny.

“Totally awesome dude!”

[thestudfarm]

Carles Grandal

Explore the archives

[corrnmill85]

View from the bridge

[dissolving--time]

©

[elordick]

𝐽𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑖 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑎

[goonbatept2]

EVEN THE BEST IN THE WORLD GOON, YOU FUCKING DONKEY 😂

Look at us, the current kings of tennis, completely losing our goddamn mind in the Wimbledon locker room, tongues out, eyes rolled back as we just hit the most insane goon session of our lives. Call it post-nut clarity

If we can goon like degenerates after dominating the entire field and played pretend as if we're just two polite and respectful tennis player with admirable decorum only to become a full-on goontard once we stepped into the locker room… what the fuck is holding YOU back, bro?!”

Break your fucking limits.

No more half-assing it.

Up and down.

Up and down.

GOON.

The best in the world already do it. Now it’s your turn bruh 🔥

[goon-mate]

Dang dude, this is way too good @goonbate @goonbatept2

[pecspecspecs-deactivated2021092]

[keepemgrowin]

“I hope the boys will like me this year… especially after my growth spurt.”

[gheshjjb]

Ain’t Easy Bein’ You

As Mark closes the door to his room from having dinner with his loving parents, his good posture and preppy jock persona diminish with a sigh and an eye roll, and his posture relaxes, pulling on the collar of his button up, now finding it restrictive and tight eyes meeting his own reflection”Damn kid, it ain’t easy bein’ you that’s for fuckin’ sure, but I guess it’s my fault for takin you on a whim” he says in a thick southern accent, sounding odd coming from his deep youthful broish voice.

“Thanks for dinner, it was great, love you, heh what fuckin’ bullshit” he mocked himself as he unbuttoned his top, revealing his muscular chest. Rubbing his hands up and down the musculature letting a low moan escape his lips. Something mark wouldn’t usually do, never one to show off, not even to himself. “But shit if this don’t make all the damn fake preppy bs I gotta do worth it, I guess I can keep playin little Mr perfect a while longer, though there ain’t nothing’ little about you is there?” He says patting the bulge in his pants.

Posing and flexing his youthful jock in the mirror, he makes a pouty face and mocks his reflection “aw now doing be makin’ that face at me boy I’m here to stay, already got everyone yer close to fooled. There ain’t no way I’m leaving yer hunky bod.”

Mark eventually drops the shirt fully exploring his body “though there might be a couple things I’m rearing to change about MY new life, first thing is that damn gal friend of yers, she annoys the fuckin’ life outta me, sorry boy but i ain’t waistin’ time on chicks lookin’ like this” he says squeezing his pecs.

“don’t know why you were in the first place when you had so many fellas lookin’ yer way. Mhmm fuck this’ll be fun, and yer dumb as parents don’t have a fuckin’ clue”

Almost as if on cue he hears a knocking at his door and he hears the mothers voice “just wanted to say goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow” immediately he switches his voice back to the regular Mark “goodnight mom, love you” then he hears her footsteps leave his door

“Stupid bitch” he mutters to himself.

[rawtextsdev]

System Override

I don’t even know why I opened the DM.

It was from Simon. Simon. The little four, eyed freak I shoved into a locker yesterday for looking at me funny in the locker room. Usually, the kid is too scared to even make eye contact, but tonight, my phone buzzed with a link from him. No text. Just a link.

“Probably begging me not to flush his head tomorrow,” I muttered, thumb hovering over the screen. I was lying in bed, bored, scrolling through Insta. I should have just blocked him.

I tapped the link.

The screen went black instantly. No loading bar. No website header. Just a deep, pulsing black void. I frowned, tapping the screen to close it.

"Piece of shit phone," I grumbled.

Then the sound started. It wasn't music. It was a low, vibrating hum that I didn't just hear, I felt it. It rattled in my teeth. It buzzed in my groin. And then, a voice. His voice. But it wasn't the squeaky, terrified stutter I was used to. It was deep. Distorted. Commanding.

"Look at the screen, Brad."

I laughed. "The fuck is this?"

"Shut up. And look."

A spiral flared to life in the centre of the blackness. Neon green. Ugly. Bright. It started to spin, and my eyes locked onto it. I tried to look away, to lock the phone, but my thumbs felt heavy. Like... really heavy. Like they were made of lead.

"You’re tired of thinking, Brad. Thinking is for smart people. You’re not smart people. You’re meat."

"I'm gonna... kick your ass..." I slurred. The words felt thick in my mouth. My head was swimming. Why was the room getting so hot?

"You don't want to kick my ass. You want to impress me. You want to be a good, empty vessel. You want to grow."

Grow.

The word echoed in my skull. And my body answered.

A sharp, electric cramp ripped through my stomach. I gasped, dropping the phone on my chest, but the spiral was still spinning in my mind's eye. I tore at my shirt, it felt suffocating. As soon as the fabric cleared my skin, I watched in horror.

My gut... bubbled. That’s the only way to describe it. The layer of soft skin over my stomach hissed and evaporated, burning away like it was nothing. Underneath, something was pushing out. Hard. rigid.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

"F, fuck!" I groaned, arching my back off the mattress.

My abs were knitting themselves together, surging outward, carving into a deep, jagged six, pack right before my eyes. The burn was excruciating, but underneath the pain... god, there was this heat. This pleasure. It felt good to be hard.

"Soft boys are useless. You need to be hard. Hard everywhere."

My sweatpants, my favourite grey Pikes, suddenly felt way too tight.

I looked down, panic flaring in my chest. My crotch was bulging. And not just a boner. The meat itself was expanding, thickening, getting heavier. It throbbed against the seam, a desperate, angry pulse that synced with the hum in my ears.

"No... stop..." I whimpered. But I didn't want it to stop.

"You love it. You love being a brainless stud. You love being big for me."

The pressure in my sweats was unbearable. The fabric groaned, stitching stretching to the limit as my cock swelled into something monstrous, a thick, heavy slab of meat that had no business being on a human body. It was heavy. So heavy it made me feel lightheaded.

Or maybe that was my brain melting.

"Forget the math test, Brad. Forget your girlfriend. She doesn't like meatheads. But guys... guys love meatheads."

My girlfriend. Jessica. I tried to picture her face, but it was blurry. Why did I like her? She talked too much. She wanted me to read books.

Books are for nerds. I'm not a nerd. I'm a jock.

"That's right. You're a jock. A dumb, horny jock. You exist to lift weights and drain balls. Say it."

"I... I exist..." I stammered. My voice was dropping. Getting raspier. Deeper. "To lift..."

I scrambled off the bed, my legs feeling unsteady. My thighs felt like tree trunks. They were rubbing together, thick with new muscle. I stumbled into the bathroom, gripping the sink.

I looked in the mirror.

The guy staring back wasn't me. He was wider. His shoulders had broadened, tearing the seams of his t, shirt until I clawed it off completely. He grabbed a hoodie from the hook, a black YoungLA zip, up. I didn't own a YoungLA hoodie.

I do now, the voice in my head whispered. It's all I wear.

I zipped it halfway down, exposing the rock, hard ridges of my new midsection. I looked at my face, but... I didn't care about my face. It felt irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was the body. The power. The cock twitching in my sweatpants.

My phone buzzed again. Simon.

"Send me a pic, bro. Show me what you are."

I didn't hesitate. I didn't even think. Thinking is hard. obeying is easy.

I pulled the phone up, hiding my face, no need for it, the abs are the identity, and snapped the pic. My other hand drifted down, gripping the massive bulge in my sweats, feeling the heat radiating off it.

I typed the caption without even looking. My fingers knew what to do.

Sent to: Simon (The Boss) "Ready for training, Sir. Brain's empty. Cock's huge. Tell me who to fuck."

I hit send, a dopey, empty grin spreading across my face as I waited for his next command. God, I hope he makes me hit the gym. Or maybe he'll just come over and use me.

Whatever he wants. I'm just meat now.

[tj-transformation]

InstaSwap

When the website came out it was strange. No one expected it to work, especially you. But you’d heard about it floating around the tf community. InstaSwap. There wasn’t too much known about it other than a few words here and there claiming it worked. Either way you had to try it for yourself. Downloading it, you had to create an account, including a full body photo and entering all of your specific physical details. Once set up, it was kinda like Instagram. You could browse through peoples profile and see recent pics uploaded by them. You started getting loads of messages, people asking for quick swaps to get them off, others wanting to savour the experience of being another person. Soon you got chatting to one profile in particular. His name was Kiean. Although weirdly his profile seemed blank. You knew this was a bad idea but the curiosity was biting at you. What did he look like. You asked him and he said there was only one way to find out. You asked where he was from and the only detail he gave you was the uk. He sent you proposed settings. The swap would last only a few minutes, after that, you’d immediately swap back. It sounded too good to be true. So when he sent the request, you tapped agree. In an instant it felt as though your body began to cease up. Your lumps felt stiff, your eyes rolled, your thoughts slowed. And all of a sudden it stopped. You looked back down at your phone only to see the messages you’d been sending were on the other side of the screen. You could see your hands. Dirty and yellowed around the fingers from years of smoking and manual labour. Immediately you turned on the camera to get a look at yourself. You were in some small, basic bedroom. Broken dresser and basically a mattress on the floor. In the camera you could take in your new appearance. You had bright red hair cut into a cheap style. Your eyes now a hazel brown. Your nose had changed to be wider and more pushed up. Your skin was paler and eyebrows threaded. You felt bigger as you noticed, under your tracksuit that stunk of sweat and cigarettes, you were fairly well muscles and toned. You could feel a cheap, chain necklace around your next. It was all so strange. That was when you heard the phone go off in your hands. It was a message, from you.

“Mate, I think something might have gone wrong”

[swap-meetog]

Post 1: The grand mix up (For bois, happy christmas, ya filthy animal)

Now was your chance. You’d been waiting all day in the gym for him to hop in the showers. Waiting with bated breath for the moment that you could nab at his clothes. You’d had the hots for him since you’d joined this gym and you needed him.

Of course, your version of a crush extends beyond that of any normal person. Ever since you were born, you’d had a gift. You found out about this gift when you’d accidentally worn a pair of your dads briefs one night. You suddenly looked exactly like him, down to the facial hair. You could hear him scream as he ran around the corner in your body. You were able to physically switch bodies with people. Unfortunately, what is taken cannot be given back, so the switch was always permanent for the other person.

Luckily for you, your gym crush was in the shower, without his clothes

As you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of your crush in the shower, getting an instant boner the second you saw those pecs.

Of course you ran and found his bag straight away, rummaging through it before finding those briefs. He always wore those black briefs. A little bit saggy on him, but it was so much hotter. You slipped them on and clenched your fists. Then you felt yourself growing.

It was working!

You felt yourself starting to sweat and began to get confused. He wasn’t a very sweaty guy. Then you felt your gut expand a bit. This was wrong. As you opened your eyes you looked down to see a huge, hairy gut

“What the fuck!”

“Hey! What are you doing in here creep! I’m calling the police”

Your gym crush had a phone in his hand. That’s when you realised. You’d overheard him talking about a fat older stalker he’d had a few months back. The police had arrested him and put him in jail for life. A serial stalker.

By the time you tried to explain everything to the police, you were being taken to prison. On the way in, you saw your old body walking out with a smug look on his face.

Bad luck

[vallentiro14]

[properbloke79]

Let's go, mate!

[recentrift]

No.idea why, but the thought of finding a pair of Boxing gloves that seal around ya hands and force and unwilling tf you into a muscled himbro! It definitely be feeding something in me 😈❤️‍🔥🔥🥵