Stories and Questions

@Suitzandloafers is my master. He hypnotized me to be only his and I listen to him like a good fuckboy. My personal page for my own story’s, send asks with story’s you’d like to see and I’ll probably write them for you! Ask me any question as well love to let you guys know more about me if you want

[willypersonal]

I’m still alive! I see the asks and do plan to get to them soon. I’ve been very busy with work these past couple weeks and have been trying to get through a bunch of stuff I want to reblog on my main account but once that’s done and over with I’ll be back to writing Tf/Weight gain/Fart story’s for you guys :)

[willypersonal]

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————

Hope you enjoyed the little story!

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

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————

Hope you enjoyed the little story!

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

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

[willypersonal]

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

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

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

[willypersonal]

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

[willypersonal]

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———————————————-

First time writing a messing story, hope you enjoy!

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

[willypersonal]

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

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

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

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

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

[willypersonal]

hey, since you post a lot of wg stuff on your other acc, I’ve got a tf ask for ya.

I’m an average guy, more on the skinny side though, any chance you’ve got something to help me bulk up? ;)

Hmmmm average and skinny? That’s sounds horrible!

Let’s start by giving you one of these

You take this brown pill and should start to see changes almost instantly. It’s my “Bear Pill” as I like to call it

Great! Now that you’ve taken it we shouldn’t have to wait long till your new self is revealed. What’s that? You feel warm? Oh don’t worry that’s normal, your body is piling on fat and all that extra weights going to keep you warm!

And don’t be shy feel free to take off your clothes I know it’s gotta be uncomfortable I mean just look your stomachs already poking out of your shirt. Don’t worry though I have just the outfit for you in my shop, it’s going to fit your new personality perfectly!

Oh yea I should’ve mentioned that when I gave you the pill whoops… well you’re slowly going to feel your brain rewritten to think you’ve always been a leather daddy. Don’t worry though it won’t hurt in fact you won’t feel anything! Do you like your new nipple piercings? Bet you didn’t feel those go in but don’t worry they won’t discomfort you any bit cause you’ll never want to wear shirts again anyway!

God look at you, you’ve gotta be at least 250 pounds of pure fat now and man does it look good. And may I just say your new facial hair really works with all your extra weight you’ve gained. Now I do recall you telling me that you wanted to bulk up and I’m hoping I didn’t take this the wrong way by making you a bear instead of a jock but just incase let’s do one last thing.

When I snap my finger you’ll suddenly realize how repulsed you are by the gym, you’ll never step foot in one again. Your days will be spent working from home where you’ll constantly DoorDash food causing you to slowly pack on weight. You’ll only ever leave when you feel the urge to go meet up with other men at the local bar. But you’ll never walk there as anytime you take more than 750 steps a day you’ll be cursed with immense pain for the rest of the day… got it? *Snap*

Well time to see your new you and I hope you enjoy cause man your one hot dude now🥵 have fun feeling your stomach jiggle with every step cause I know I’ll have fun watching!

[willypersonal]

Fate’s in your Hands

For many people Easton seemed like just your average dude. He has medium brown hair, a regular body shape, average height and was always flirting with women in his free time. But to Carson he was none of that. Easton was a spoiled brat who got pushed by his parents to graduate college, he didn’t work hard for his grades like Carson did, he didn’t spend time studying for test to know all the answers like Carson had to, hell he didn’t even have to struggle with finding a love life. Every girl on campus seemed to swoon over Easton but Carson on the other hand was seemingly the only gay man attending the whole college.

Carson sat in his dorm preparing for his finals. He knew that he’d need almost perfect marks in all his test if he wanted to stay in contention for Valedictorian. He knew that his best bet was to pull out his textbooks and notes and review all the material he could to prepare but upon checking his bag he realized he’d forgotten his textbooks in the lecture hall. It was way too late for him to get them so he had to settle for running to the library and borrowing one till test were over

He grabbed his coat and set on his way down to the Main Street so he could get the books. A light drizzle set through the night sky as Carson took swift steps down the road. He found any and every awning he could to stay as dry as possible but as he got closer and closer to the library the drizzle became a rain and then a full blown thunderstorm. Carson had no choice but to dip into whatever open store he could find first.

He walked another few minutes until he stumbled across a shop with dim lights on the store front. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the store in his years in the town but chose to go in anyway in attempts to avoid the rain. Upon entering the shop he saw the same dim lighting lit the store. He walked down the aisles and realized he seemed to have stumbled into an antique shop.

“This way” Carson turned his head to the left to see where the voice had come from but saw nobody in his vicinity. He had assumed it was an employee in another isle and continued looking around. After another 10 or so steps he heard it again “Behind you” and immediately swiveled his body around to see nothing yet again. He decided to get out of the aisle and go to the register to speak to an employee about the store.

Carson made his way to the register but found no employee to be found. He decided to wait a few minutes but still had yet to see a sign of any other human in the store. He walked over to the window to see if the rain had stopped. As he looked out the window he was greeted by the voice again “Below you”. Carson looked down to discover a small play set filled with 2 dolls, some clothes and items. On top of it layed a note. “Change their destiny”. He picked up the play set and examined it “how did you speak to me? And how did you end up on the floor behind me?”

He sat there staring at the player confused by its presence when without any warning he was grabbed on the shoulders “The play set has chosen you, write the names of those you want to change and control their fate” he looked back to see an old man whispering in his ear “Jesus Christ a warning next time please. Who are you and what do you mean control their fate?” Carson asked. The man simply replied “It doesn’t matter who I am. The play set has chosen you and you must now fulfill its request. It’s free of charge and I suggest you think carefully to your choices”

Carson again stared at the man “that’s great and all but what I really need is a text book? Do you happen to have any I can look at or buy while I’m waiting the rain out?” To which the man replied simply “I think you’ll find that you won’t need a textbook. And the rain has ended and with that the store will be closing so I’m going to ask you leave” before starting to push Carson out the door. He gave one last warning “Be careful with your choices as each only works once” before shutting the door and locking it.

Carson stared at the shop before checking his phone and seeing it was 10:57pm, there was no way he would make it to the library before it closed and then back to his dorm with enough energy to study. He accepted defeat and carried his newly acquired play set back to his room. Upon arriving he set it down and opened the play set to reveal the insides. On each side was one doll, in the middle was a crate with a note atop “Grab each doll and write their name to change their fate”.

At this point Carson was too tired to play with a child’s playset. He figured if he couldn’t study he may as well sleep and be well rested for his test. He got undressed and sat in bed. He fell asleep whilst mentally preparing himself for his test but once asleep started dreaming about Easton. His brain focused on Easton and then on Himself. And at the end of the dream he saw the tags from the dolls. On the tags were two names, Easton and Carson. Carson wake up and looked at his alarm clock. 4:31 am, he still had 3 hours till he needed to wake up but all he could focus on was the dolls and him and Eastons names on the tags.

He sat up and got out of bed figuring he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he had checked. He walked over to the play set to check and found both dolls sitting in the same positions but now both had name tags on them. One named Easton and one named Carson. He stared at the dolls attempting not to freak out and trying to convince himself this was yet another dream. He picked up the doll that said Carson and examined it, he hated to admit it but it did look oddly like him but that must just have been coincidence.

He put the doll back down before opening the crate. Inside were 6 items. A Book, A Collar, A Leash, A Shaker, a Rainbow and a heart that had been broken into 2 pieces. He took the items out and set the on the table. At the bottom of the crate were 2 outfits. One consisted of a polo shirt with tight pants with a fancy belt and some dress loafers. The other consisted of a tank top and shorts. He stared at the items and clothing before grabbing the 2 dolls. He thought about the man’s words that each item could only be used once.

He stared at the items before picking up the book and examining it. it looked just like his textbook he had forgotten in the lecture hall. He questioned how and why it looked exactly like it but decided to give it to his doll so he could at least pretend he had it. Upon setting the book on the dolls lap he heard a clicking noise as if someone had locked something. He then saw the boom start to disappear in front of his very eyes before he was greeted by a sudden headache. He tried to rationalize what had just happened, how had the boom just suddenly disappear from in front of his face? Why did he have a headache out of no where?.

But suddenly he realized what had happened. He had used the book and now to ensure it wasn’t used again it had vanished. But that didn’t account for his headache. He chose to not think much about it and instead go back to the items. He next picked up the shaker. It looked like the kind you make a protein shake in and by no means was he the type of person to have one of those. He chose to give it to the Easton doll instead figuring it was only fair to give each one item. Again there was a clicking noise before he watched the shaker vanish. His next two items were a leash and a collar. He had no clue why dolls would need either of these without an animal being present but decided to give them each on anyway. He gave his doll the leash and the Easton doll received the collar. Once again a Click before both items vanished.

He went to grab the rainbow when he heard his phone ding. It was a message from Easton “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new fucking workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better at this type shit”. That was weird? Easton didn’t workout from his knowledge and he definitely never called him bro let alone text him in general. He put his phone back down before grabbing the rainbow. He looked at it and thought about what doll should receive it. He decided to give it to Easton because Carson already had a rainbow with him being that he was gay so why not give Easton a rainbow of some sort. Click and vanish, only one item left.

Carson grabbed the heart and saw the 2 broken pieces. He figured since it was broke into 2 separate pieces maybe he’d be able to give one piece to each doll. He attempted figuring of it didn’t work the pieces wouldn’t vanish anyways so why not try. He placed one piece onto each doll and heard a final Click before watching both pieces vanish. He then looked at the 2 dolls sitting in their respective areas. He suddenly focused in on the Easton doll, something about it drawing his attention.

He stared at the Easton dolls perfect face shape, the Easton doll also had huge muscles unlike the Carson doll. But something else was going on, almost as if it made him think of the real Easton and how hot he was… no that couldn’t be. Easton was his rival and he was also straight no way would Carson find him hot… right? The way his chest filed his shirt and his smile seemed to light up a room. Was Carson in love with Easton?

Carson sat there trying to deny his sudden feeling towards Easton when his phone went off. “MESSAGE FROM BABE: Can’t wait to see you after my morning gym session :D doing my best I can to please my boyfriend and become his ideal man type shit- E “ Carson stared at the message in disbelief, who was BABE? He was single no? He immediately unlocked his phone to look and see the message. Upon opening it he saw something that caught his eye, in the same message thread was the message “bro, just wanted to let you know I’ve been trying my best on those new workouts you told me to do and I’m starting to get way fucking better”… the same exact one Easton had sent earlier.

“There’s no way… Easton was straight last time I checked??? He was flirting with girls yesterday morning but now all a sudden I feel like I’ve been dating him for years?” He looked down at his phone again. SHIT it was 8:13 and he had class in 17 minutes, he dropped his phone on the table and immediately got dressed before sprinting to his class leaving everything behind in his dorm. Upon entering his class he started to freak out remembering he hadn’t studied. But as he took the test he realized he’d known everything on it like it was child’s play… the book. He gave himself knowledge of everything in the textbook when he gave his doll the book.

It the clicked to him that the items truly were changing fates. The book made him smarter and the heart made him love Easton. The rainbow made Easton gay and the heart made him love Carson, the shaker made him obsessed with the gym. And the collar and leash chose who was the submissive one and who was dominant.

Whilst Carson was figuring this out the now jacked Easton decided to leave the gym. He decided he was going to go visit Carson at his dorm, Carson hadn’t responded to any of his texts due to his phone being left in the dorm and Easton wanted to make sure he was okay. Easton entered the dorm to find no signs of Carson but he did find his phone. He walked over to pick it up when he discovered the 2 dolls that looked just like him and Carson. He saw the clothes on the table next to the and deciding to play a funny joke on Carson, obviously Easton was the jock so he should wear the tank top and shorts so why not put those on Carson instead. It was just a harmless prank in his eyes not like it would affect anything.

Easton grabbed the Carson doll and slipped it into the shorts and tank top. Carson on his way back from class heard the click before suddenly watching his clothes transform into that of the outfit left in his dorm. He looked around too see if anyone had noticed his clothes magically changing in front of his eyes but to his shock everyone acted as if Carson had always been wearing them. It clicked in his head that someone must’ve put the outfit on his doll and he started sprinting back to his dorm to try and stop them from doing anything else.

Easton then grabbed his doll and grabbed the polo and tight pants. He slipped his doll into them admiring how they hugged his dolls body. Carson proceeded to hear another click before realized something else had changed. He was only another 2 minute sprint from his dorm he knew he had to hurry. Easton on the other hand stood up as his clothes magically changed. His shirt become a polo shirt the hugged his chest tightly showing off every single muscle in his body. His pants transformed into a pair of tight dress pants that accentuated his plump bubble butt. His feet grew 2 sizes as penny loafers started to form around his feet. His legs expanded causing him to go from 5’8 to 6’2 as a belt formed to cause his pants from slipping . He stared at his new clothing in the mirror trying to figure out what about him had changed but unable to notice a difference. He ended up farting and laughed at himself for doing so.

Carson whipped open the door to find a buff Easton in preppy looking clothes standing in front of him. Easton immediately ran over to him and grabbed Carson lifting him off the ground “HOLY SHIT DUDE I MISSED YOU! IM GLAD YOUR BACK SO I CAN BE YOUR GOOD FUCKING BOY AND PLEASE YOU”. Carson sat there squeezed by the himbo… what was going on?? Had fate really changed fully. “Easton be a good boy and put me down!” Easton dropped Carson onto his feet. Carson immediately sprinted to his desk where he had left the play set “EASTON WHERE DID YOU PUT THE PLAYSET” he yelled as he found no remains of it “ummm I’m sorry babe I have no clue? I think I was at the gym type shit not playing with a play set?”.

Carson immediately turned and faced Easton “You definitely touched it cause we’re wearing the clothes I left next to the dolls!!” But Easton only stared back at him “umm babe I know you’re like the smart one usually but I think you’re confused… we always dress like this my dude?”. Carson stared at him in disbelief. Was he being serious? Did he really think he’d always dressed like that, did he truly think he only ever wore Tight Polos and dress pants? Penny Loafers and Belts? that he’d actually been at the gym all morning? There was surely no way and Carson knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

He grabbed his phone and hugged the Himbo goodbye before running back to the main street to find the shop. Easton stood there smiling at the kiss before scratching his crotch and taking a sniff. He walked down the whole street until he finally reached the place where it had been last night but when he arrived he saw an abandoned building. He walked up to the store from thinking surely they’d just closed overnight and that someone must be inside packing. But on the door was a note. “The fates have been changed. You’ll now succeed at being valedictorian as your competitor has seemingly never been the threat you say he was. He’s now just your dumb himbo boyfriend, he dresses in tight clothing to show you his muscles and he does anything he can to please you. Enjoy your new fate”

Carson stared at the note before looking up. He had what he wished for in becoming valedictorian and having less struggles with love life but at what cost? Changing reality around his will and making his only rival into the dumbest, hottest most perfect man of the campus?

He made his way back to the dorm to find Easton sitting in the couch. He turned to look at Carson “ Brooo welc-BURRRRRRRRPPPP-ome back. Man that one was fucking gnarly right babe!” Said Easton as he stood up. It’s as if he was getting dumber by the minute but that don’t matter to Carson. In his word Easton was still his perfect himbo boyfriend no matter how smart he was. Easton picked up Carson and carried him to the couch where he set him down “Look babe it’s that nerdy shit you like watching” Easton said with glee in his eyes ready to make Carson happy

The two sat on the couch watching tv, Easton slowly moving his leg towards Carson. He finally made a move and wrapped his leg around Carson s leg using it to pull him closer. Easton started wrestling around with Carson before eventually pulling down his tight dress pants and letting a massive PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT right onto Carson’s face “LETS FUCKING GO THAT SHITS GNARLY AINT IT BABE! REEKS IN HERE TYPE SHIT” Said Easton. Carson coughed on Easton’s fart before finally spurting out “Yea *cough cough* gnarly is the right word for that”. “HELL YEA BRO ALL THAT PROTEIN YOU MAKE ME EAT TO MAKE MY ASS LOOK NICE FOR YOU GIVES ME SOME NASTY FUCKING PROTEIN FARTS” as he lifted his leg and PPPFFFFFFTTTTT again.

Easton stood up and unbuckled his belt and took off his penny loafers before kicking his feet up on the table “MAN MY FEET REEK. NASTY AND SWEATY TYPE SHIT BABE! YOU WANNA DRINK SOME OF MY SWEAT?” He said before farting a long 20 second fart. “MAN AM I A FUCKING GAS DEMON OR WHAT BABE! I KNOW YOU LIKE MY FARTS TYPE SHIT”

Carson took a deep inhale as he sat there with his dumb himbo boytoy snuggling on the couch. He couldn’t imagine going back to a life without his giant oaf of a boyfriend and he wished he’d never have to.

——————————————————-

Hope you guys enjoyed the story, I tried my best for the request given which was “Straight to Gay, Himbo and Preppy transform in one” by @suitzandloafers

As always feel free to let me know what you thought of the story! Any critiques and criticism are welcome as I want to improve :D

Send me ask with things you’d like to see or questions in general I love to answer them.

And have a great day or night -Willy

[willypersonal]

omg finally someone who writes fart tfs without making them all maga or straight too, love it when people become dumb and gassy but still gayy

Me too! Most of the people in this community seem to write gay to straight fart stories and I love it! they’re some of my all time favorite story’s, but I also wanted to make sure that we still had some gassy gay dudes left in the universe with how may are becoming straight 🤣

[willypersonal]

All I want in life is chubby boyfriend ❤️

[willypersonal]

Perfect Scenario: we somehow swap bodies and I turn your body into a chubby slob who’s nonstop farting while your in my body as my master forcing me to to do things in your body for your pleasure 🤤