Transformarium

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Welcome to Transformarium! This is my, @milamber83, blog where I post my own stories and captions.

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Transformarium wishes Merry Christmas to everyone!

Thanks to Transformarium, I got a great-looking body. It belonged to an entitled brown noser at my dad’s workplace. He organized it for me through Transformarium’s services. Now I have a perfect body for college the following autumn, and my father got a promotion. Thanks, Transformarium!

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Roach motel - possession gone wrong

The football coach in a local high school was a wet dream for members of the chess club. Without knowing, all four club members were planning to possess the coach on the last night of high school. Even the most careful plans do not survive the encounter with the enemy as the coach had previous attempts to be possessed. He had gotten a medallion from a local bruja to prevent these from happening. What the chess club members were planning was unlike the previous attempts.

The first one to try Jamal, but he couldn’t depossess it as the medallion prevented that. He was stuck and the coach tried to push him out.

Five minutes later, Li, the Chinese exchange student, had his turn. His motivation was to stay in the States and not return to China. Well, you can guess how this went. We can move to the last two tries.

The third and fourth were Chandra, son of Indian immigrants, and Luis, respectively. Now the head of the coach was full as there were the four club members with the coach. The boys, after a brief discussion, decided to stay and become one as they all had the purpose of getting the same body. The coach was overpowered and consumed. During the mental takeover, the face settled into its final position.

The still-unnamed entity went to his office and started to go through the files to get an idea of how to sell the school board his transformation. In the middle of all this, the assistant coach came to the office to discuss some last-minute stuff. The solution was standing in front of the coach.

When students returned to the school in the autumn, they could only discuss how hot the new football coach was. The new assistant coach did not cause more than some raised eyebrows. Oh, if the student body only knew. The new coach had two former members of the debate team possess the candidate for the assistant coach the same way as he had. Both of them enjoyed their new bodies, and the game-planning sessions in the evenings were very intense and loud.

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Chronivac - Something new and hairy

I was tired of all the leering, mansplaining, and harassment. To sum it all up, I wanted to be male. One day I was browsing my phone and found an app I didn’t remember to have downloaded and installed. It was called Chronivac, and it seemed to be a Sims type of game. I opened it, and it asked for my picture. I accepted and thought about what I would like if I had a male’s body and a hairy one.

Suddenly, my body changed, and my environment also changed. I was now in the sauna department with a towel on my waist. The body looked, and I experienced my first hard-on—what a curious experience. I changed my head to a male’s.

Hmm, better. How about a beard? A bold head?

Now, my body and head belonged together. Should I look older?

I like this one. What are these settings here? I could try how I look with more African facial features. I have always found African males more masculine and attractive than local Thai males who can be so effeminate.

Oh dear goodness, I think I cummed handsfree after seeing myself in the mirror. Now, let's see how to set the changes to be permanent. Should I get myself a twink? My husband is available to be changed. Maybe I’ll look around and wait before I do anything.

Well, it was a good thing that I waited. Patience and all that. I found a great body for my husband at a local prison where I work now. A fellow prison guard had this wonderful body which I privately salivated after. A few presses of keys, and my husband now has that body. Nights are busy when my husband gets pounded and screams in ecstasy. The bonus in this is that our fellow guards have commented that we are very relaxed, and the whole prison has benefited from it via increased morale.

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Transformarium’s potions

I bought from Transformarium’s webpage a potion which promised to change my outlook on life. It did warn that the changes would be random while I would keep a human form within limits. There was a small text which I did not find until later that said not to mix with any liquids and only limited number of changes would be possible.

I mixed the potion with my morning coffee as the label warned about hideous taste. By mixing it with coffee, I got a gorgeous muscular body.

I added some soy milk into the coffee-potion mixture and got Asian facial features. I wondered what would happen if I mixed Old Spice and potion.

Well, the answer is a white beard. My best friend will be over soon. I think that he will appreciate a hot chocolate with soy milk with a surprise spice.

He did end up liking the taste. He said that the spice gave in a rounded end result.

Yes, a very rounded result. We did not come out of my bedroom until late in the evening, and I walked funny. He moved in, and nowadays, we are happily married.

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Chronivac - Finding your inner body

I wasn’t happy with my body. It was too small and hairless. Luckily I found Chronivac app in a deep web site. I carefully charted my wants and needs to what was possible with the app.

The first step was to get a hairy body. Good so far. Maybe getting rid of hair and going bald?

Yes, going bald was the right decision. Beard to a mature outlook? With white hair?

Now we are talking about the right thing. Thanks to the Chronivac app, I have settled into a comfortable life. I tried different sexualities before ending up being gay and a firm top. I found a setting for bear and cub. Now I just have to find or create a cub for myself. Luckily, I found this one site where people are sharing fantasies and my cub was on a silver platter.

So, my cub is black. That doesn’t matter as with his consent; I am modifying his body to my liking with a hint of his desires. So far, I have given him a hairy white body.

Hmm, a bald head is a must, and so is a beard. Something is still missing.

I invited my cub to my place for the final transformation. I gave him a copy of my body. Then I tried maturing him. Too much to my liking, and I have to dial the age back. More Asian, perhaps? Yes, that does it. Come to papa and be ready for the pounding of your life.

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Serum - Tired salaryman invigorated

Hiro was in his late 50s and a tired salaryman in a management position. He was in the USA on his annual holiday. It was a week into his holiday, and he was anxious about returning to Japan. He wanted change in whatever form. The next evening while he was checking his email, he found in his spam folder a perplexing ad from Transformarium. It basically asks if you are tired and want change, then your answer is Transformarium’s Serum, guaranteed to give you a new chance in life. At this point, Hiro was desperate and ordered a vial. When it came, he was surprised by the instructions. He didn’t want to sacrifice an innocent life for his rejuvenation. The answer to his moral dilemma came when an obnoxious young man yelled at an elderly lady in Hiro’s tour group.

When Hiro saw his target entering the men's bathroom, he followed and injected the young man with the Serum. After five minutes, Hiro entered his new body from the back and pushed the young man’s head into the chest. He was excited as he was now taller and more muscular than before the merger.

Hiro, or as his new American name, Hiram, celebrated his first Christmas in his new, younger body. He wasn’t so tired anymore, but there was a long journey to his total recovery. Thankfully, he could enjoy his life in full with a combined wealth from his old and new lives.

During the spring, Hiram noticed that he was getting younger. His hair was more black and not so great anymore. He had lost his wrinkles and was getting more energetic.

In late May, he looked like someone in his late 20s and didn’t have any grey hair. The Serum warned that the mergee might get something from the host, but so far, Hiram had not noticed anything untoward except age regression which was his wish. At this point, Hiram started doing things that he had only read and dreamed about, for example, clubbing and going to the gym.

In July, Hiram concluded that he was getting physical attributes in the merger as the age regression slowed to a crawl. He was transitioning into halfway a black man and Japanese in a good way. In the mirror, Hiram could not detect any of the old Hiro. Nowadays, he looked like a man in his early 20s, full of vigour.

Come September, Hiram tried to study at a local college, but he just could not continue as he noticed he already knew more than the professors of his major. What he gained there before dropping was a boyfriend. He found a fellow Japanese being bullied by a black jock. By injecting the Serum into the frat bro, Hiram gave his fellow countryman a suitable come back on his bully.

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Alien cloning and parenthood

Well, it happened last month. I was going home late from a college lecture. Suddenly there was a flash, and I was in a pod floating in liquid. I was conscious, and I was looking at three white men, apparently a father and two sons. There was a bright light, and three headless skins were lying on the operating table. My pod started to vibrate, and after a while, there were three of me. The pod’s roof opened, and the beam lifted, positioning us into skins. A nozzle came out of the wall and injected some liquid into the head opening, filling and thus bonding us with the skins. After a flash, we found ourselves positioned in a strange house with pictures showing our bodies with different faces. We found that we had been missing for a day, as I disappeared on Thursday evening and now it was Saturday morning. We were now a family of three, a father with twin sons.

Nowadays, we have started to adapt to our new bodies and identities. As an exchange student from China, being 6’8” is wonderful. I am now a football coach at a local high school. My twins are junior there, and they were first rebellious, being teenagers again. Now, they are ok as they have found steady girlfriends and have an active love life which they didn’t think I knew. I’m still looking for a partner but haven’t figured out my sexuality yet, but I know it has changed. We are enjoying our new lives, thanks to whoever or whatever aliens were behind this.

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Another man’s treasure

I knew that I would be kicked out by my eighteenth birthday, so I tried to scout things out beforehand, as things were quite hard for a black orphan. I wondered why one house near my orphanage was empty suddenly. Well, not empty per se, but more that no one had seen the owner for a while. I went in with my trusty skeleton key, aka lock picks. I searched the house and found nothing interesting in the main part. When I was in the garage, I found a trunk containing a skin of a man I had seen a few times in the neighbourhood. There were everything, clothes and identification papers. I undressed and put the skin on. I now had a body of a white stripper. I looked around but could not find the head. I thought that I had seen it somewhere. After emptying the trunk, I found a wig and a beard together with a letter gifting the finder a new life in the form of the trunk and its contents. The letter’s final instructions were to put on the wig and beard. To seal the skin in place, I needed to have an orgasm. The handjob I gave myself was the best I had as my new dick was bigger and more sensitive than my original. The best 18th birthday present a young man can get. Nowadays, I am a very exclusive stripper with a steady boyfriend who thinks that I am a white man in his mid-twenties.

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Equal exchange

Give something in return for taking. Equal exchange. That is an excellent principle to live by. I came across a young Amish man on his rumspringa. He was stressed out, and I asked what the problem was. He told that his parents were expecting him back in the next month. Past three years, he was used to being free. He had found out that he was gay and didn’t think his parents would accept him. This evolved into a lengthy discussion that lasted until late in the evening. We concluded that the best option would be somehow to exchange our bodies and roles. On the next day, we actively started to look for options. Finally, we found a device with two circles, which would exchange our heads, from the dark web.

Our order came a week before the Amish was due to return home. We read instructions, attached the circles around our necks, and turned on the device. A loud zap was heard, and we looked in the different directions of the room than a minute ago. I now had the Amish’s body and went to my bedroom to have a look. As a son of illegal aliens, I was exhilarated that I now would have a good home without fear of exile.

I returned instead of the Amish to his family and community. Initially, his parents were confused and didn’t know what to think or do. After a lengthy interrogation by community elders where I explained the situation, the parents came around and embraced me, knowing that I had their son’s body. I later courted my body’s childhood sweetheart, and we are engaged to be married later in the fall.

The young Amish man stayed in the city, and he told us in a letter that he is now a bartender in a gay bar and is dating a local go-go dancer.

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Ancestor’s gift

Sofronio was on the beach waiting for customers, and he was bored out of his mind. While having a smoke, he tried to pass the time and was looking for anything. His eyes caught on a wetsuit lying on a nearby bench. It had been left there by a German tourist who simply had forgotten it. Sofronio was curious how it feel wear one of those. He looked around and put the suit on without anyone else being anywhere nearby. He started muttering a half-remembered poem that his great aunt had often said when he was little. These words began to react with the wetsuit, and Sofronio was in the middle when a change started.

When Sofronio came out of the trance caused by the transformation, he wasn’t anymore a frail Filipino young man but the mature German tourist from yesterday. As he saw himself in the mirror, he immediately became stiff and blew a massive load into the wetsuit without hands. There was a quiet sound of the gong which went unnoticed as Sofronio’s new body locked the shift, and thanks to the poem, a suitcase appeared next to Sofronio. The suitcase contained a copy of everything the tourist had, including a passport, but with a different name.

Sofronio got out of the Philippines, which had been his long time dream. He settled quite nicely into his new life in Germany. He enjoyed his 50s body as he was now 6’3” compared to his old height of 5’1”. Over a month, he noticed that he had the knowledge and experience of an accountant. As his identity had been on an extended sabbatical between jobs, he decided to apply for a new position to experience something different to his old life.

Soon he got a job as a chief accountant in a big office. For the position, he needed to wear suits, and he was excited to find the dressing room full of them. He chose a very fancy one and put on a gold watch.

As time went on, Sofronio or as his German name, Joachim, found that the life of an office drone was as boring as waiting for customers on the beach. Even a high salary and other benefits did not make it up. He started to look for different options to escape. He found a ranch on sale in Texas. He contacted the realtor and bought it.

After a month of the move, Joachim felt that he had found his place in the world. On his ranch, he had the freedom to do the daily tasks as he pleased. To celebrate, he got nipple piercings. As time went on, he noticed that he was missing a partner in his otherwise perfect world. He remembered his transformation and started to plan how to get his better half. The first was getting the clothes for the catalysis of the transformation. He found the pieces from different places, e.g. a jockstrap in a gym from a very hung man and boots from a second-hand shop. Next was the transformee. He thought long and hard about what he was looking for in an ideal partner as he had covered the physical side. Finally, he ended up to a conclusion that it would not matter as he was looking at the whole, not pieces.

In the beginning, he could run the ranch alone, but as he got more things done, he noticed that he needed help. He hired Juan, an illegal alien from Guatemala. Joachim noticed that Juan was very capable of his hands and got things done. Slowly he felt the draw to Juan and found out that Juan had come to the States for being gay. Over a couple of weeks, Joachim taught Juan the poem, and once he was certain that Juan had it, he made a game that Juan should dress in selected clothes and recite the poem. The price was fancy dinner in town if he could say the poem without error while dressed into clothes chosen by Joachim and walking around the house. Juan dressed in the clothes, said the poem, and the transformation began. Joachim followed the change, interested as he now was on the other side. Once the change finished, Joachim saw his dream man.

Initially, Juan was confused about his shift. When Joachim told him, Juan was mad, but after an hour, he calmed down and could think rationally. He realised that he could not be deported as he no longer was Juan, but according to his new ID, he was John Schumacher, husband of Joachim. That night they tentatively had sex which locked John as, without it, he would have reverted back to Juan the next morning. They settled into married life on the ranch, finding happiness together.

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Serum - Careful during Pride

We found two leather gay men during Amsterdam’s Pride. They were completely pissed. As two illegal aliens from Nigeria, we knew that we could be deported at any moment. We had heard rumours about a mysterious serum that could grant a new body with changes. We were lucky and found two vials in a cafe on a table. We heard two maybe criminals planning to con a fortune from an important person. We discussed that being gay would not be so bad as we would have a better life, all things considered.

We dragged these two passed out men into a quiet back alley. After injection, we merged with these men. We noticed that they had a rather impressive collection of piercings, including a prince Albert on cock. We lost some size in the dick and balls department, but otherwise, our height and build were the same. Thank spirits that Dutch are tall people. That night we had our first time in our “new” apartment. When we discussed about it the next morning after the second round of sex, we concluded that we now have the equipment to enjoy gay sex. We found that our bodies have a civil wedding ceremony reserved a month from now.

We have just been married. In our marriage certificate reads Jo and Aart Bouwmeester. Over the past month, we have adapted to our new bodies and minds. We have gained a deep love for each other and a very, very active sex life. Shall we say that we see more action now in our bedroom than combined experience from the past five years. We decided to open a bar to celebrate our new life.

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Make your wish come true

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My blog has over 200 subscribers. To celebrate, I am publishing a story based on images supplied by @lumierestar1991. I have still two spots open for reader ideas.

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I saw him in the club. I knew that I had to get his body as mine. I approached him and flirted. He responded in kind. We ended up going into the club’s bathroom to make out. While we were in the bathroom, I knocked him out and stole his body. I returned back to the club, having his body without anyone noticing any difference.

This body is great. It is much more sensitive and has more energy to party. I knew that this was mine when I saw it.

It has been a week since I stole this body. One thing that surprised me was that when I went back to the bathroom to collect my old body, it disappeared in front of my eyes, leaving behind a pile of clothes. I sort of got a second identity and home which belonged to my new body. I have been using both of them interchangeably, but something tells me that I have soon to choose which I will keep.

Well, I ended up merging my identities. As my new body had been blonde, I am one now, and I see more action than before. Somehow my master's in nutrition and my body’s PT background merged so that I am nowadays a sought-after personal trainer/coach of the celebrities.

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Blessing in disguise

Jamal was a typical high school dropout in the streets of New York. Since the age of sixteen, he had roamed the streets and hung out with his so-called friends. While not being an actual criminal, he was a thug in a gang-like group of similar-minded and aged, now nineteen. One day he was being changed by guards of a local mall for loitering; he crossed a street and was run over.

He woke up roughly a week later and was shocked to find that his beautiful black body was replaced with a middle-aged white one. The operating scientist told Jamal that he was now in a governmental facility, and they had fixed him with an experimental method. He had lost his whole body in the accident, and they had only that redneck body available to use. The scientist told Jamal that they could adjust the body somewhat, but that was limited to what and only a few times. The first thing Jamal requested to be changed was the size and sensitivity of his new dick to his old one’s 10”. Without request, the scientist also adjusted the sensitivity of Jamal’s nipples.

With permission, Jamal tried his new body by going outside and returned to the lab quite soon. He was unhappy as no woman would look at him, but plenty of twinks had been after him, and even a few had tried to give him a blow job. He asked whether he could get a black body or even younger white, but the scientist told him that the operation could be done only once per person. Jamal was broken. If he had to keep the body, he wondered what kind of adjustment could be made. The scientist told Jamal that they could be mental or physical. Jamal started to wonder how long he would live now that he had an older body and whose body he had. The scientist told him not to worry about his age as they had adjusted the body’s internal age to nineteen even though it appeared to be in the 50s. The scientist was apologetic as he had changed Jamal’s outward appearance and this counted to final number. He could still do one more change.

It had been one month since Jamal woke up from the life-changing operation. He was more adjusted to his situation as he sported a grey beard now. The scientist had given him a file on his body’s previous tenant. The tenant was a redneck from Oklahoma who had committed a string of drug trafficking and was surprisingly well-read with a master's in agriculture. Due to the death of a high federal official’s son, the redneck had ended up in operation as an involuntary donation. Jamal asked to be given selected knowledge from the redneck. The scientist said yes, as they still had the head in the freezer.

Nowadays, Jamal goes by Ian, the original name of the body. He is much happier being a rancher outside of Oklahoma City. He ‘inhereted’ the ranch from the redneck. Locals think that he is the previous Ian’s brother or something. The renovation and uplifting of the ranch were hard work, but it produces now a very good income stream. He hardly remembers his thug life in the streets of New York. He frequents various gay bars in Oklahoma City and is looking for a helper. The scientist did promise to send him promising ones if they get them.

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Accidental timetravel

I should have never gone into that crazy physics professor’s laboratory after heavy Friday night drinking. It is quite hard to tell no to popular frat boys once I was invited to their wild party after numerous tries. I stumbled around and must have pressed some button or lever as the next thing I know that I am having my coronation portrait done. Yes, I am now the sovereign of the Russian Empire in the late 18th century, going by the regnal name Adam I. I’ll try to steer my country in a better direction than what it was from my memory.

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Age imposter

Hiro has just graduated high school, and he has no intention of going to university. He wants to coast life and live outside of a salaryman’s life. He has found a solution in the deep web on Transformarium’s service page. His answer is to try the bodies of older, mature white men using a skinsuit gun. He has chosen four candidates in a tourist attraction.

He is most satisfied with black and white speedo clad bodies. He chose the black one and returned the others to life without knowing what happened. He makes the final transition and adopts the skin’s identity, Roy McIntosh, a wealthy gay man spending his retirement in the south.

The new Roy fucks his way through most of the young twinks available in the local clubs. They start to feel the same, and he finds himself craving steady companionship. He feels drawn to a young Indian, Chandra, who is charming and intelligent company, and a young hairy white cub. He carefully approaches Chandra about becoming his companion with the white cub’s body. Chandra says yes after some hesitation, and Roy gives him the cub’s skin. Chandra cannot keep his previous name but over the cub’s, Nate. Soon, Roy and Nate are a common view on the beach and restaurants.