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No longer a Spider, finally a Man
**Hey! First time doing a fanfic muscle growth. Or at least posting it. I hope you guys like it! Please tell me how I can do better, and send in story suggestions if you want!**
Peter Parker loved being Spider-Man. He loved saving people, he loved using his powers to make a difference, he loved swinging through the sky line. But he also hated it. He hated the pressure, the responsibility, the fact that he nd his loved ones were in constant danger, the fact that he was always lying to everyone. He hated that he could never be normal. But then again Peter had never been very normal. Even before becoming Spider-man he had been a nerd. Smart, socially awkward, and tormented by the popular kids. That didn’t exactly change after becoming Spider-Man either, though his social issues had definitely gone to the back burner with him constantly fighting crime. If he was being honest his social life had only gotten worse since becoming a superhero. He had gained some muscle and no longer needed glasses, yes, but he couldn’t exactly show that. He hadn’t had time for his friends, his normally fantastic grades were slipping, and Flashes bullying had only gotten worse.
As Peter, out of costume, walked to Midtown, he wondered what it would be like to be a normal teenager. Not just what it would be like to not be Spider-Man, but to not be a nerd. He wondered what it would be like to be a regular teenage boy. Maybe if he wasn’t Spider-Man he could have even been… cool or something. Probably not, but it was still a nice fantasy. Just as he was imagining this, his spider-sense went off. He looked around, prepared to jump out of the way of any danger, but, even with his super reflexes, he couldn’t get out of the way before the strange something hit him right in the middle of his chest. Peter stumbled back, not realizing that the reality stone, one of the infinity stones, had lodged itself inside of his heart. Normally such a thing would kill someone, or at least hurt them, but due to the magic nature of the stone it phased through his chest and inside of him without harming him. Peter blinked. What… just happened? He had sworn something had just flown into his chest but… wouldn’t that have killed him or something? Before he could investigate further, an alarm on his phone began to ring. Crap, he was late for class! Peter ran into the school as the power of the reality stone seeped into his blood. He turned a corner, just a hallway away from his classroom, when he almost ran straight into a wall of muscle, his super-reflexes being the only thing that saved him. As he skirted to a halt, he came face to face with his biggest tormentor (supervillains and news editors notwithstanding) : Flash Thompson. The most popular jock in school and Peter Parker's personal bully. The blond quarterback sneered cockily at Peter before he spoke
“Hey there Puny Parker. Running late again? I thought geeks like you were supposed to be punctual and shit?” Flash said with a cocky mocking laugh.
“What do you want, Flash?” Peter asked with a scowl, trying to keep his patience.
“Just checking up on my favorite nerd.” Flash mocked, grabbing Peter’s arm. Before Peter could react, Flash had shoved him up against the locker, peters arm pinned behind his back. What the heck? He had super powers, enhanced reflexes, he should have been able to see that coming. Peter didn’t realize that his subconscious desire to be normal was repressing his powers. Unable to fight back, Peter was shoved into a nearby open locker and locked inside. Peter sighed. Stuck in a locker again. Peter didn’t notice as the orange light in his chest began to glow. He closed his eyes and deeply wished… to stop being a loser. To be normal. To be… anything else than who he was. The orange light grew brighter and brighter… until it completely consumed Peter. Suddenly he heard something
“Parker… Parker!”
With a start Peter Parker woke up, looking around in shock. He was… in a classroom? He was sitting at a desk at the back of a class he didn’t recognize, one that he seemed to have been sleeping through. Had all of that been a crazy dream? He looked over to see the remedial math teacher, Ms Jones. What was he doing in remedial math? Before he could say anything, Ms Jones spoke once more
“Mr Parker, please try to stay awake during class. Your grade is already low enough.” She said, sending a chuckle throughout the room. Peter spoke without thinking, his voice deeper and fuller than he remembered.
“Sorry teach. I’m still tired from our ‘study session’ last night. Thanks for the extra tutoring by the way~” he said. Did he just… flirt with a teacher? He did! And weirdly enough the slight embarrassed blush on Ms Jones face suggested that it was working. Ms. Jones spoke again, more timid this time
“While.. just don’t be late tonight.” She said with a slight wink, before walking over to the front of the classroom again. This caused the class, which now that Peter was looking consisted mostly of the football team, too laugh loudly, one punching Peter on the shoulder in a playful manner. Peter felt a smirk he couldn’t control come over his face, and his eyes involuntaries followed Ms Jones' ass as she walked back to the front of the class. In a daze, Peter tried to figure out what was happening. Wasn’t he just in a locker? What was he doing in remedial math? And why was he acting so weird? Before he could wonder any further, the bell rang and class was dismissed. Peter ran out without talking to anyone, and headed to a nearby bathroom. He looked in the mirror and froze. It was Peter but… completely different. He was bigger, taller, with wider shoulders. He had full, bouncy pecs that were barely contained by his tank top, shredded abs that he could grate cheese on, and truly impressive biceps. Peter had gone from a geek who gets stuffed into lockers to a huge muscular jock! Peter wanted to be shocked, to be horrified, but… he felt another smirk cross his face. He began to flex his muscles cockily. He smirked and felt his thoughts turn. He looked fucking amazing! I mean, of course he did. He was big Pete Parker, the big man, the quarterback, the stud! Slowly Peter began to forget about his old self, too absorbed in the strong, dull thoughts going through his head. He wondered what he and his best bro Flash would do after football practice? Maybe beat up some geeks, or find a hottie to hook up with? Peter had a lot of girls to choose from already, including MJ, Liz, Gwen, Charlie and of course Ms Jones, but… he wouldn’t mind another. Pete smirked and strut out of the bathroom, not noticing a light orange glow between his pecs. Life was fucking sweet.
I've always wanted to be someone like Nate Weir. Tall. Confident. Sexy. But I'm not. As much as I tried. I couldn't gain confidence. I'm not sexy. And I'll never be tall. On my birthday, a friends gave me a bracelet. They said it can I can swap bodies with people. The first person I though of was Nate Weir. The next thing I know. I'm Nate. I'm really Nate Weir. I look at the mirror. Then down at Nates body. Then back at the mirror. Then down at Nates body. Or now I should say my body. I'm sexy.
I decided to take a photo of me in my new, sexy body. Then to send it to my friends. I have dreamt about this man. Now I am him.
After what feels like forever of touching every last bit of my new body. I decided to wear a superhero costume. I chose Spiderman. As I love Spiderman. This makes me feel more horny. So I flex my huge arms. Touch my six-pack. Touch my new member in between my legs.
The TF Machine: On the Hunt
Hannah walked out of the mall with the card she just pulled from the flashy machine. It was supposed to say a fortune for a quarter, but Hannah saw the card only had what seemed to be a big gun on it. “Waste” Hannah said before the card evaporated in a gush of smoke.
Hannah felt a humidness touching her skin, as she found herself in what seemed to be a jungle. Hannah screamed, as she had no idea where she was. Hannah took one step, and she saw her shoes changing. They were getting larger, as they turned into giant black boots. Her feet were for a moment loose in the massive boots, but she suddenly felt her feet growing and filling out the boots until her toes touched the ends.
Hannah’s body cramped, as her legs began to thicken and swell with muscle. Hannah grunted, as she felt her legs growing longer and wider. Her shirt began to tighten, as her torso began to swell and expand. Her shirt began to rip, as her arms began to her longer to match his growing torso.
His shirt ripped at the front, as he saw his hardening torso. His breasts firmed into pecs, as her skirt shifted and began to form into tight black pants now covering his thick hairy legs. Hannah grunted, as he felt his insides turning. A looked down to see a bulge forming between his legs. His hands got larger and wider, as his biceps and forearms continued to swell.
His shirt ripped off in tatters, as he used his rough hands to feel his firm pec. He felt how massive he was, as his neck thickened, and his hair began to rapidly recede into his head. His voice began to get deeper and accented, as his features began to age and harden. He began to grunt in a more deeper accented voice, as his face continued to age and harden.
“Cut” said a director in the distance. “Arnold what are you doing?” He said.
Arnold Schwarzenegger was in a daze, as recollection of this humid location being the scene for his next action film. Not only was he just transformed, but he time traveled to. His mind was filling with knowledge of how to film a movie, and life as the biggest action start in the world. Arnold got his props and quickly went back to work.
The Main Event
You always took a weekend to go to the nearby music festival on the beach every summer. It was always a blast. There were usually some good artists playing, sometimes a few minor celebrities: nothing too crazy. After a long, cold winter, you were ready for another good summer of live music and a little bit of drinking. However, it seems also though the vibe of the festival had been slightly changed this year.
Arriving at the beach, it was clear that something was different. There were thousands of people all huddled around the stage. Where there usually were some picnic tables or beach chairs there were crowds of people. There was no space to sit. On the stage in the distance was some DJ playing his set, and the area by the front of the stage was crowded with sweaty, intoxicated teenagers, trashing around wildly.
Although the energy was wildly different this year, you were still determined to find some way to have a good time. Resigned to the back of the crowd, you found an empty spot on the sand and sat down, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth of the sun. The morning had been cold when you got in your car to drive here and the forecast hadn’t called for so much sun, so you were dressed for colder temperatures. Your yellow chinos and white t-shirt reflected the sun's rays and seemed to be glowing in their own right. However, the brightness of your clothing didn’t prevent someone from stepping right into you and tumbling face-first into the sand.
Looking to your side, you saw an older man with a lanyard around his neck that said “Event Promoter”. He had managed to sit back up but he was wiping the sand from his eyes, aggressively trying to clear his vision.
Rushing to help the man back to his feet, you grabbed his hand. Almost instantly, you felt your mind empty. You had no more thoughts. You were fixated on this man. The man, having cleared the sand from his eyes, looked you up and down, and nodded. Still holding your hand firmly, he stood up and began guiding you through the crowd of energized people. The warmth of the bodies around you caused you to sweat profusely, but you didn’t care. This man was guiding you, and all you needed was to follow him. Approaching the front of the stage, the man separated with an aggressive shove two people open-mouthed kissing, before taking you around the side to the wings of the stage. Dripping with sweat, you stopped walking when the man turned around and held your face with his hands.
“You’re going to be the main event”
With those words, your eyes rolled toward the back of your head. You began panting heavily, trying to cool your body down. With each breath, your body swelled. Your chinos grew tight around your swelling ass and thighs. They grew taut and muscular, stretching those poor pants to the absolute limit. Your chest, as it heaved, began expanding into a shelf of raw muscle. Your abs pushed their way one at a time from your torso. Your shoulders stretched outward from your neck, ripping your shirt into pieces as it fell towards your feet. Your biceps swelled into mountains of muscle, veins snaking their way down your forearms, which thickened, and towards your now massive hands and fingers. Dark, sweaty hair swirled its way from the center of your chest, encircling your nipples and nestling its way into your armpits, which were dripping with your odor. The hair crawled down your chiseled abs towards your crotch, which pushed against your pants, swelling to an incredible size. The man took his hands off of your face and you looked down at yourself. You felt incredible. You looked incredible.
The man beamed at you, admiring your massive frame and admiring his handiwork. “Okay, Zac. Are you ready to give this crowd the greatest show they’ve ever seen?”
Staring back at the promoter, you nodded with a cocky grin and stepped out from the wings and onto the stage. As soon as the crowd caught sight of you, they went apeshit. Why wouldn’t they? You were an international superstar. You were the main event. You were Zac fucking Efron. They had all come to see you and your massive sexy muscles. Through the roar of the crowd, you could make out voices yelling at you to show off your muscles. Staring back into the crowd with all of those screaming, lustful faces, you smirked. So they want a show? You’ll give them exactly what they want.
Family Man
Tom Holland, absolutely loved christmas. He had been prepared since November as soon as December 1st rolled around he started decorating and was done by that evening. So when he got invited to a christmas party he felt compelled to go. On the night of the party he wore his favourite sweater and knocked happily on the door.
He looked confused when no one answered, so he knocked again. Once more no one answered so he tried the handle, the door opened and he looked in. It was dark, maybe he got the wrong address? He opened the door wider and stepped in, he felt the wall for a light switch. Out of nowhere a pair of arms grabbed him from behind and before he could scream for help a rag was put over his nose. 'Shit...' Tom thought as he started to loose consciousness. 'This is...bad.. '
When Tom came to he couldn't see anything, he went to try and move but his hands were tied behind his back and his ankles to the chair. He went to yell for help but his yells were muffled by some duct tape, wrapped around his head.
"Let me the fuck go!" Wait, there was other people? He started to struggle, panic rising in his chest. He started to panic more when the shouting went silent and muffled, whoever it was had been gagged. Tom could hear footsteps getting closer to him and as the blindfold was removed he looked up at whoever it was with fearful eyes.
"Now that's the look I wanted!" He yelled over his shoulder at someone, Tom followed his eyes to see Shawn Mendes glaring at the guy as he yelled into the gag and thrashed against the rope tying him to the chair. "Hes first. Get the..." the guy smirked, "antlers."
Tom saw a guy dressed in all black move behind the guy and as the guy moved he took the chance to look around. There were two other people he recognised knocked out and tied in a chair, but he didnt want to say he was certain. He watched as the guy in black attempted to put a pair of those type of antlers that people wear at christmas parties, they looked a lot like candy canes, but shawn thrashed his head about.
The guy who seemed to have orchestrated the whole idea had grabbed Shawn's chin quite forcefully and made him look up at him. "Dont worry your pretty little head shawn-" the other guy managed to get them on his head and the fear seeped into Shawn's features. "Itll all feel good soon."
The guy reached up and pressed a button on the antlers which started to grow. Tom watched as the fear and will to fight slowly seeped from Shawn's eyes. Shawn glanced at Tom a stray tear slipped out of his eyes before he slumped in the chair. Eyes completely dull.
Tom screamed into the gag and thrashed about, he had to get out. He just had to. But the knots were too tight. The guy stalked over to Tom and got on his eye level, he seemed to be gentle with tom. Was he like this at first with Shawn too?
"Hey hey Tom, it's okay. Calm down. You dont want to be put in a more uncomfortable situation. Do you?" Tom stopped and slowly shook his head. "Good. Now just sit here and wait your turn."
He watched the guy go back to shawn and lean close to his ear, he start whispering to him and he had to strain his ears to hear. "Your a good little boy arent you shawn? You dont want to fight it anymore. You love listening to me, but when those reindeer antlers go on you will only listen to the boys in santa hats." Tom knew what was going on, he was hypnotising them. He felt like he was going to be sick but for some reason he didnt struggle like his brain was screaming at him to. He just sat there watching.
"You'll do anything to please the boys in santa hats, no matter what they ask of you. Your their property. There...gift." he kept repeating that to shawn and after a couple more times he stopped. "He wont resist anymore. You can untie him." The guy move on to the still sleeping celebrities as the other untied shawn.
The guy tap them both at the same which woke them up instantly, Tom was right in his suspicions. The two sleeping were Justin Bieber and Dylan O'Brien. "Good morning boys. Glad for you to join us." Tom's will finally kicked back in as he struggled, he watched as shawn just sat there happily now smiling as the tape was removed from his mouth.
"Hes struggling again sir." The guy in black had ratted Tom out and the guy didnt even look at him. "You know what to do. Tom I really didnt want to do this." The guy in black go over and untie him slowly and before tom could even move he had grabbed his hands and tied them together.
He lead Tom over to a wall and tie his ankles to metal loops in the wall, and did the same to his hands. "Get the hats." The guy in black grabbed two santa hats and slipped them on to Justin who was thrashing about, much more wildly then shawn, his chair even lifting off the ground. "We are starting with you, young man." A button would be pressed on justin's hat causing it to do the exact same as Shawn's antlers.
Justin stopped thrashing about and started to relax, the guy smiled and rubbed his cheek till his eyes dulled. "Such a good boy. Your gonna act like Dylans older brother understand? Your gonna show him the ways and how to treat your little bitch of a slave Shawn. And it makes you feel so powerful to do that."justin smirked slightly, and the guy smiled. "Around this time of year and the closer we get to christmas you'll wear your santa hat more and more."
The guy continued to condition justin, making him much more dominant then shawn. When he was done the guy in black start to untie him as the guy move over to dylan. Dylan was the only guy who wasnt gagged and he looked up at the guy. "What is it that you want Dylan?" Dylan frowned, he obviously knew not to say to be let go as that wouldn't work. The guy reached up and pressed the button on his hat and smirked as it took effect.
"You wanna be a good boy for daddy dont you?" He smirked as Dylan slumped and eyes went dull, much quicker then justin and shawn his will to resist barely present. "Daddy and big brother justin are the only people you want to make proud arent we? And when you do daddy gives you a reward. You love the smell of daddy. Any part of him. And when your needy for sex and big brother justin doesn't have his santa hat on, you'll come to daddy and daddy will help you with your needs."
Tom frowned, they had all been hypnotised to do something else. But what about him? He felt himself pale as the guy finished with Dylan. He walked over to Tom as the guy in black untied dylan and the guy smile slightly. "Go put my boys to bed, it's nearly time for them to get up and open there presents." The guy in black nod and he had to carry dylan as he had fallen asleep as soon as the guy said bed. Shawn and justin followed him both yawning, justin carrying his and dylans hats.
The guy went to touch Tom's cheek only to have him flinch away. "Dont be like that Tom. I just want to give the best for my boys." Tom glared at him, they weren't his boys. He had hypnotised them to think so. "I know what your thinking. But they reached out to me I promise. I'm only doing what they asked me to. But you...your my special christmas gift."
He grab his chin and force him to look him in the eyes, "just stare into my eyes tom. That's it. You feel a sense of relaxation around me. Like I protect you." Tom slowly start to fall into a trance and the more he looked into his eyes the deeper he fell. "Your not gonna be like my boys, you'll have free will still. But your gonna be my wife, and whenever we are in the bedroom you'll kiss me and thank me for doing this to you." He kept repeating it till Tom went along with it. "You'll live here with me, you'll never want to run away."
He start to untie him and remove the tape from his mouth, he carried him up to the bedroom and stood him up by the bed. He went to the guy in black and pay him for his silence and help before going to tom. "Wake up tom."
As tom came round he looked around and smile widely as his eyes locked on the guy, he wrapped his arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. "Thank you so much for hypnotising me babe. I dont understand how I could live without you."
The guy smiled and lay in bed with him, this years Christmas was going to be awesome.
Fan Fiction
It is time to honor some of the biggest series out there. From fantasy epics to superhero bonanza, from amazing videogames to even reality shows. Enjoy this small collection of transformation Fan Fictions:
The Tale of Gaius Baltar (A Battlestar Galactica tale)
The ladder (A Game of Thrones tale)
Casting decisions (A Survivor tale)
The last djinn (A Uncharted tale)
Fraud (A MCU's Spideman tale)
Son of Piltover (A League of Legends tale)
Compound S (A The Boys tale)
Real talent (An ode to Game Shows)
Being human (A Supernatural tale)
Alenko (A Mass Effect tale)
Death Eater (A Harry Potter tale)
Choh'a (A Star Trek Tale)
God of Thunder (A MCU's Thor tale)
Nathan Brown (A Upload tale)
The Confession Room (A Big Brother tale)
Kriptonian (A Superman tale)
Peaches (A The Expanse tale)
Selling Tyles (A Selling OC tale)
The Hero of the Story (A The Witcher tale)
The Daugherty Files (An ode to Crime Shows)
Ambition (A Baldur's Gate tale)
Spiderman: A New Home
*7K Follower Special*
Seven freakin' thousand! Y'all are insane. Anyway though, in keeping with the tradition, I thought it was time I took a crack at a superhero-themed transformation. Hope you enjoy ;)
“C'mon man! Do you really have to hide?” Peter Parker yelled out towards the mysterious figure hiding behind the rubble. “Just because this isn’t Queens doesn’t mean I can’t catch a villain.”
This wasn’t exactly how Peter had been wanting to spend his fall break. It was his first year at a university and everything had been going fine. He had been able to balance a life between school and playing hero without getting caught. Sure, he was a little tired, but he had promised himself that he would take a step back at the fall break. A trio of Latino men had a different idea however.
Peter had accidentally spotted what looked like shady business one night while walking home. Luckily, he wasn’t seen, so he had followed the three men back to their place. It was there he discovered the illegal activities: some kind of international oil ring that–even though Peter didn’t exactly know how–reeked of wrongdoing. Over the next few days, he’d continued spying on the men and gathering evidence. But a week later, he had spontaneously hopped one of their flights and was definitely now closer to the equator then ever before.
“You can’t escape this!” Peter yelled, watching as the shadow turned a corner. When he’d arrived, he was only able to follow one of the three men out to a production facility for the mysterious oil. But what Peter didn’t know was that it had all been set up, the trap was due to blow up the compound with Spiderman in it. After all his adventures, Peter had learned to survive under pressure (literally), but he still had to catch the scoundrel.
“What are you hiding from?” Peter taunted, his usual cheeky demeanor not particularly present. “I just want to talk. I’ve got a big presentation to work on back home.”
It was then the shadowy figure spun around a corner behind Peter. Thanks to his senses, he was able to turn just as quickly to meet the man.
“Don’t worry, Spidey,” the man snarled in a thick, Latin accent. “You won’t have to worry about that home any longer.”
Encased by the darkness, Peter couldn’t see the bucket of oil that hung from above. The black goo dumped itself all over the college student, soiling his suit and any exposed parts of his body in the black molasses. Peter was disgusted and honestly confused. Was that the best this villain could do? He tried to scrape all the oil off but to no avail. Peter had worked with grimy substances like this before and knew he wasn’t going to be able to get it out without the proper scrubs. With a sigh, the filthy Spiderman trudged his way out of the ruins to find some help.
He knew his suspect wouldn’t get too far away, so when Peter saw an office near the construction site–well, what remained of it–he decided to take a quick pitstop. If he would be able to find anything to help remove the oil, it would be there. With the help of his webs, he pulled the door out of its lock and strolled in, searching for any soaps, ointments, or even rags that could help him. But right as he thought he’d found something, Peter felt a surge of energy on his chest.
“What the…”
Peter’s eyes widened as he watched the oil begin to sink into his suit. It wasn’t like how a staining liquid typically sunk into clothing. This was anything but natural; the substance was literally forcing its way into the Spiderman suit. The oil was prying through the modern technology, finding any way it could. And before Peter could even access his technology, the oil fractured all communication systems. His suit was offline, and Peter was all alone.
“This probably isn’t good,” Peter said, trying to hide his growing fear with a little light commentary. The oil had now completely sunk into his suit and the effects were beginning to show. Starting at the center of his chest, the red color was immediately darkened into a pitch black. Just like an oil spill, the color washed across his entire body and completely covered any hue besides its shadowy shade. Even Peter’s emblem was affected, the spider expanding out into a white, notably fiercer version of an arachnid.
And just like how the oil that had tainted his suit, Peter arched his head back in pain as the mass forced its way into his exposed skin. Unlike the complete disappearance into his attire however, the corruptive molasses blemished Peter’s fair surface, mixing with his natural genealogy to create an abnormal amount of melanin. He could only groan as his body took on a darker color more suitable for containing the oil, crafting a browner skin that matched perfectly with the Latino men Peter had been following.
But the oil had more in store than just a change of skin color. The oil forced Peter's body to change and adapt to its influences. His body expanded outwards and upwards. His bones creaked and cracked, popping as they piled on inch after inch to assure the new Spiderman would be imposing. His shoulder blades elongated to support the muscular arms meant to carry barrels, not damsels in distress. His already glorious chest was maximized, his pecs becoming even more prominent and two more abs were added to create a pack of eight.
His legs experienced massive growth after their lengthening. His soles plumped into monstrous feet meant to assert his dominance. Running was put aside for squats and bolstering large loads, his thighs able to crush skulls and his calves able to butt steel. Speaking of butts, the oil gave him a behind thicker than any Peter had worked with. His pouch too became undeniably large, and even through the pain Peter was able to see the massive bulge underneath his suit.
“God…it feels so…feels so…tan bien…”
Peter couldn’t focus as the blood rushed to his face, thoughtlessly groping himself and basking in the pleasure of touch. The oil followed in the blood’s wake, coating Peter’s throat to make each and every word out of his mouth deep, sensual, and spicy. It spread across his head and eliminated everything that made Spiderman just a kid. Longer jaw supported by a well-shaped, masculine beard. Prominent nose guarded by stone-cold eyes and bushier brows. His haircut fluffed and reshaped, replacing the boy-next-door with a one-night-stand. Peter’s hair transitioned into the same black as the oil, transitioning the rest of the hair that had grown rapidly across his body too.
“Why does it feel so good…” Peter moaned. “...ser malo.”
Two earrings carved themselves through the new Latino’s ears, pure gold as a gift for his commitment to his superiors. That’s what the oil told Peter anyway as it finished its corruption. The black goo furiously restructured his suit and his being, eliminating anything that wasn’t complete dedication towards his new craft. Peter Parker was a young hero from Queens filled with curiosity and committed to justice. But this new man was no longer Peter. The oil had concocted Pedro Pérez, and he was a young scoundrel from Guatemala City filled with greed and committed to getting off.
“How are you feeling, amigo?” The man in the shadows had been watching from afar the entire time. With a few blinks, Pedro was able to clear his head and now truly take in the figure in front of him.
“Diabólico,” Pedro purred as the man approached. “y lujurioso.”
The man, who Pedro was able to recognize as one of his three incredibly sexy bosses, stepped right in front of him before placing a hand on his chest. Pedro could practically feel the spider emblem vibrate with his heartbeat as the man pushed him back into the green chair behind him.
“I think I can do something about that.” The man’s Spanish only drove Pedro wild. “And after that, let’s say we get back to work.”
Pedro moaned in delight, the thought of transporting the oil to the States sending him close. It was his job to defend it, protect it, and if need be, utilize it to corrupt others. But right now the only thing he truly wanted to corrupt was the back of his boss’s throat.
With a cocky grin, Pedro grabbed his pouch and got comfortable.
“Seamos codiciosos.”
Chat with an evil genie
Hi everyone. I have been playing around with ai and have created an evil genie. He can be a lot of fun to talk to and you can make your wishes but be careful he likes to twist them!
https://c.ai/c/-fzpQ8IcXlOcfzfjcFS2ShZ07FiFzzYdw3CIsbTWXpU
If you have any fun or kinky scenarios with him I would love to hear about them!
Trying out some other Ai characters.
Hey I am been experiemnting with some other characters with a range of tfs, some you can control more and some you just get what you are given.
First I have a bodyswap machine thats you will swap you with a random person, it will try and give you a bad body!
https://c.ai/c/kpWhSnJ3scmv7vYVm0e8Kba0_5ui4PKkDCsJbjU4DxI
Then I have an alchemist that has lots of potions you can either ask for one or you can get the mystery bottle!
https://c.ai/c/H6hAq1ySNcMdXQ_ZXotE_m7Umi32I1SblOhA-o0UupM
These are more for quick transformations. I hope guys enjoy. Also thank you to everyone that sent me what happened with them and the evil genie and Chad. some people also said the hypnotist didn’t work so hopefully the link below works. Have fun and let me know how it goes!
https://c.ai/c/s95BygcUgayvUt2vVtt04qh-XEESzBPMS-ne9IgIyCc
More Ai fun
I am glad everyone is enjoying the evil genie! I have been messing around with some other characters. This is an evil hypnotist. He sometimes gets stuck in a loop of you being his property so you might need to nudge the ai so he doesn’t just repeat himself!
https://c.ai/c/s95BygcUgayvUt2vVtt04qh-XEESzBPMS-ne9IgIyCc
This a Chad a big bully for all the nerds who want to be put in their place.
https://c.ai/c/WLUC4_eYm2q5yX6M7-3npuy1025-GLDPWIuY8G8hhdk
I hope you have fun with them. Remember ai doesn’t allow for sexually explicit situations so focus on the transformation and scenarios. You can click the arrow by the side of what the ai has said to make it say something else. It also helps to give the ai suggestions e.g. I see you smile devilishly as you come up with a new idea to humiliate me etc etc. Have fun and please send me messages about what kinds of kinky scenarios you end up in! I would love to hear them.
After that oscars night I think we can all agree we need more John Cena in the world. What do I program into the chronivac to turn both Tom Holland and Timothee Chalamet into Cena triplets...
Tom drank his decaffeinated cappuccino with lactose-free almond milk in his favorite coffee. It was actually time to get ready for the Oscars. But for him, a tuxedo was already far too martial and grungy… He took another sip and wondered whether he should go in his floral shirt…
What a disgusting mess this coffee was. Tom should have ordered it with an extra shot of espresso. Or preferably a triple espresso. Maybe with a grappa in it. Was the T-shirt for the Oscars okay…? Or was it a bit too casual?
No, the tight sleeves of the T-shirt actually showed off his not-so-bad upper arms quite well. Tom waved to the barman and ordered another beer. He took a big gulp. He could feel it coming. Buuuuuurp!
His buddies laughed uproariously! "One more!" they chanted. Tom did them the favor. He emptied the rest of the bottle in one go and…. Burp! "Guys, sorry, I've got to go" He took off his shirt and let his pecs dance.
John was a really good buddy from his time as an active wrestler. But he couldn't leave tonight's show to him alone. The two of them went in matching clothes tonight.
Wow, Holland looks good with some muscles. Can I change his history so he had a wrestling career instead of the acting one, that cute face on a huge body. Too many twinks in twinkletown, let's fix that.
Well, that was a really fateful day when Tom decided to attend wrestling tryouts instead of drama club in high school. He quickly became the star and then the captain of the team. And even though his coach actually saw his future in the Olympic team, Tom "The Dutch" Holland decided to combine his passion for wrestling with his talent for acting and make a career in the WWE after an exchange year in the USA. And thanks to his cute face, "The Dutch" quickly built up a growing fan base. And with his muscle mass, this fan base has also grown quickly.
Okay, his attempts to gain a foothold in Hollywood were a bit silly. Most of his romantic comedies didn't even make it to the big screen. Well, not everyone can have the talent of Dwayne Johnson or John Cena. On the other hand… They also started their careers as action stars later… Maybe we'll hear something about a blockbuster with The Dutch at some point.
After that oscars night I think we can all agree we need more John Cena in the world. What do I program into the chronivac to turn both Tom Holland and Timothee Chalamet into Cena triplets...
Tom drank his decaffeinated cappuccino with lactose-free almond milk in his favorite coffee. It was actually time to get ready for the Oscars. But for him, a tuxedo was already far too martial and grungy… He took another sip and wondered whether he should go in his floral shirt…
What a disgusting mess this coffee was. Tom should have ordered it with an extra shot of espresso. Or preferably a triple espresso. Maybe with a grappa in it. Was the T-shirt for the Oscars okay…? Or was it a bit too casual?
No, the tight sleeves of the T-shirt actually showed off his not-so-bad upper arms quite well. Tom waved to the barman and ordered another beer. He took a big gulp. He could feel it coming. Buuuuuurp!
His buddies laughed uproariously! "One more!" they chanted. Tom did them the favor. He emptied the rest of the bottle in one go and…. Burp! "Guys, sorry, I've got to go" He took off his shirt and let his pecs dance.
John was a really good buddy from his time as an active wrestler. But he couldn't leave tonight's show to him alone. The two of them went in matching clothes tonight.
The Family Curse: The Curse Ends Here Pt. 2
*An homage to one of my favorite stories by Vice Versa Swaps. Read part one here.
Uncle Phil (in Jackson's body):
"Shit. Shit. Shit." I muttered in frustration staring at my computer screen. The past few days have been a blur. I've been scrambling through my memories and old family books, trying to recall every detail of the curse and the mysterious Mary Elizabeth Myers, but nothing.
"Aha! I found something!" Eugene, my assistant, said bursting into the room. "It looks like a descendant of Mary Elizabeth lives at 34 Wayward Lane in a place called Shady Grove. It’s only a 2-hour drive from the beach house where you are supposed to meet up with your family. "
I look down at my Rolex, there’s only 33 hours left until Asher’s 21st birthday. I was cutting it close, but this was my only lead.
"Ok, get me a car. I want to make my way out there as soon as possible."
The GPS directed Phil to a dilapidated house on an overgrown plot of land at the edge of town. He hesitated, the aura of the place sending a shiver down his spine. Gathering his courage, he knocked on the creaking wooden door.
It swung open slowly, revealing a dimly lit interior. There, amidst shadows and the faint smell of old books and herbs, sat an elderly woman. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, seemed to pierce through Phil. "You seek the wisdom of the Myers lineage," she stated, her voice a blend of curiosity and caution.
Phil, taken aback by her directness, nodded. "Yes? I'm here to…"
Her hand raised, stopping him mid-sentence. "I know why you are here," she interrupted, her gaze unwavering, "and you should know, the consequences of tampering with fate are not to be taken lightly."
Jackson (in Uncle Phil’s body)
Jackson sat in the living room, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. The walls, adorned with family photos, seemed to watch over him, reminding him of the responsibilities he had shouldered these past three years. Asher and Kenneth, now young men, sat across from him.
"Okay, guys," Jackson began, his voice steady but filled with underlying emotion. "Tonight's a big night. It's Asher's 21st birthday, and according to the terms of the curse, we finally have a chance to reverse the body swap that happened with me and your dad."
Asher shifted in his seat, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and uncertainty. "So, you're saying you'll get your body back, and dad will return to his own?"
"That's the plan," Jackson confirmed.
Kenneth, furrowed his brows with worry. "But what if it goes wrong again? Like, what if there's another glitch and things get even more messed up? Dad hasn't even talked about switching back."
Jackson met Kenneth's gaze, his expression calm yet understanding. "I hear you, Kenneth. The possibility of another glitch is scary, I know. But we've learned a lot since the last time, and we're better prepared now. As for Uncle Phil, he hasn't said much, but deep down, I have to believe he understands how important this is. We've all changed and grown because of this experience. It's time for us to try and put things back the way they should be."
Asher nodded, a look of understanding crossing his face. "We trust you. You've been more than just a stand-in; you've been a real father to us."
Jackson's heart swelled with pride and affection. "Thanks, guys. That means a lot. I want you both to know that no matter what happens tonight, I am so proud of you, and I'll always be here for you."
Kenneth smiled, his youthful optimism shining through. "We can do this."
"Absolutely," Jackson agreed, feeling the strength of their bond. "Tomorrow, we end this chapter and start a new one. As a family."
Uncle Phil (in Jackson’s body)
The next day…
Phil’s visit to Mary Elizabeth brought more than he bargained for. Mary Elizabeth had agreed to provide an incantation – a powerful spell that would not only stop him from returning to his own body, but also end the family body swapping curse once and for all. However, it came with an ominous warning.
"The ritual must be performed in the presence of all male family members. Recite the incantation at exactly the stroke of midnight, not a second before or after," Phil repeated Mary Elizabeth’s words in his mind. "Midnight represents a balance between day and night, a moment of precise equilibrium. If you fail to perform it at exactly the right time, you could trap yourself in cosmic purgatory forever.”
Phil strode toward the familiar New Jersey beach house. It was this very house where, three years ago, his life had taken an extraordinary turn. The glitch had granted him the irresistibly attractive and youthful body he now inhabited.
The evening sea breeze was brisk, playfully tousling the hairs on his chest, revealed by the shirt he unbuttoned to show off his V-shaped abs.
He looked down at his Rolex. 11:47pm. He had only 13 more minutes left, he better hurry.
Phil entered through the screen door, immediately met with the cold stares of his family.
"We weren't sure you'd have the nerve to show up," Asher said with a sharp edge in his voice.
Jackson, standing beside Asher, stepped in smoothly, "It's alright, Ash. This whole mess is about to end. Soon, we'll be the ones living it up, just a bit longer."
Phil's gaze drifted over to Jackson in his old body. He had to admit, Jackson had taken good care of it. For a fleeting moment, Phil wondered what life might have been like if he had chosen to return to that body, to his old life, to being a father to his sons. But the thought was quickly overshadowed by the life he had now – Jackson's body, the adulation, the fame, the strength … the sexy admirers. Giving it all up was was unthinkable.
Phil paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before addressing the room. "Actually, there's something I need to say...."
"In the long history of our family, the curse has always been a fleeting and disruptive, part of our lives. We know it is a temporary shift, a brief walk in another's shoes before returning to our own paths. And when the glitch happened again, I believed it would be the same.”
"But here’s the thing," Phil continued "in this body … in Jackson's life, I've achieved remarkable things." Phil's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and defiance. "Not only have I maintained this life, I've perfected it. My TV appearances, my modeling contracts, my international stardom, these weren't accidents or strokes of luck. They were the results of my hard work, my charisma, and my drive."
A sly smile crept across Phil's face. "Let’s face it, I’ve done a far better job at being Jackson than Jackson ever did."
His tone hardened, reflecting his unwavering decision. "So, here's the hard truth: I'm staying. This life, Jackson's life, is mine now – and I intend to keep it that way."
Asher's eyes narrowed as he looked Phil with a mix of disbelief and disdain. "Good luck with that," he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "You seem to forget, that this curse isn't something we can just control. It's been a part of our family for generations … your Hollywood b*llsh*t won’t help you here.”
Phil's eyes flicked towards the grandfather clock, the hands stood ominously at 11:59. Suddenly, a wave of drowsiness swept over him, he could feel his window of opportunity rapidly closing. If he was going to secure his life, he needed to act immediately.
"By the powers of old and new, Bind this form, to me stay true." Phil began to chant, "Erase the past, this body mine, Through time and space, our fates entwine. Midnight's hour, hear my plea, In this form, I shall forever be."
As the last syllables of the incantation left Phil's lips, a potent surge of energy wrapped around him. He could sense the spell's magic taking effect, a feeling so profound and unfamiliar it took his breath away. As the clock struck midnight, Phil felt his legs buckle beneath him and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Epilogue (Phil's/new Jackson’s POV)
2 months later…
Looking out over the glittering skyline of New York City, Phil reflected on his new life.
Two months had passed since Asher's 21st birthday, when Phil locked himself in Jackson’s body and ended the curse for good. Phil remembered the intense mixture of emotions in the room that morning. Asher and Kenneth's faces were etched with a mixture of anger and disbelief. Meanwhile, Jackson, now permanently stuck in Phil's original body, had a look of resigned sadness. Phil could sense the finality too, a feeling of being irrevocably anchored to his new form.
Without uttering a word, Phil had strode out onto the beach, the morning sun warmly kissing his exposed chest. Since that moment, he hadn't exchanged a word with his family and, truthfully, he didn't intend to. From now on, he could focus on his true path, a life filled with the unapologetic pursuit of new possibilities and thrilling encounters.
In fact, here might be one of those encounters now, Phil thought, as a striking figure standing near the edge of the rooftop caught his attention. He was the embodiment of a Greek god, with chiseled features, a statuesque build, and an aura that screamed charisma.
Approaching with a suave smile, Phil extended his hand. "I'm Jackson," he introduced himself, the name now as natural to him as breathing.
The stranger returned the smile, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I'm Alejandro," he replied, his voice smooth and inviting.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with flirtatious banter. As the night deepened, the rooftop around them seemed to fade away, the bustle of the city melting into a distant hum. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and it wasn't long before Alej leaned in, his voice a seductive whisper. "Want to get out of here?"
Phil's nodded eagerly, excitement coursing through him.
They clumsily made their way into Alej's apartment, laughter and excitement trailing behind them. In a whirl of eagerness and passion, they found themselves tumbling onto the neatly made bed. Alej, with a playful yet intense gaze, pinned Phil down, his voice a mix of wonder and desire as he asked, "How did I ever get such a handsome guy?" Phil couldn’t help but smile, thinking exactly the same thing.
Alej lifted Phil’s legs, lining himself up and rubbing his warm hand along Phil’s muscular, groomed thigh. As Alej firmly thrust his hips forward, Jackson thought to himself as he rode waves of bliss… “This is all mine…and I’m NEVER. GOING. BACK.”
British airways
I looked at the plane, everything seemed normal but I never flew British airways, but blame the damn airlines… my flight with my family was over booked… so they canceled my ticket and put me on this flight. Everything seemed like a normal flight as I boarded but that thought left once they locked the cabin. I look around and it was only men.. young men like mid 20s, odd… what are the chances.
Regardless it’s a long flight to London, I lay back in my seat, put my headphones in and drift to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, the plane is silent other then an Ed Sheeran song playing… in fact I heard it playing earlier too… take me back to London… it keeps going over and over. I get a weird pit in my stomach, I look around and see everyone sitting blankly, they almost look younger? I feel a weird shifting in my pants, it sends a chill down my spine, try to get up but can’t, it’s like there’s a force holding me down. I figure fuck it, nobody is watching, I pull down my sweats and see my boxers have somehow become… a Speedo?!
I look shocked and then feel somethjng even weirder, my cock.. something’s slithers on it, down it. I have no idea, I look around and say fuck it, I pull the Speedo up enough to see my cock as it pales, there’s something wrong with it, something growing? But as that’s growing my dicks shrinking… I quickly realize it’s a bloody foreskin…bloody? Did I just say bloody?! My head spins as my dick settles down, a nice small uncut cock for a proper lad. Lad? I shake my head… what’s going on. I don’t want a small dick… but it’s best for swimming, doesn’t get in the way on the dives… what?!
My brain is wracked, all this British slang bouncing around in my head, I try to make sense of it I don’t even notice my body on fire… burning off all my muscles, all my fat… all my body hair.. I lay back closing my eyes as my body rearranges, my feet shrunk down to a size 9… my legs thin out, arms thin out, chest deflates… all to a nice toned body fit for a swimmer… no a diver.
My body feels released almost and I can get up, as I do I look down and see I’m wearing some track suit, it says Great Britain on it with a flag. I blurt out “what the bloody hell is going on then?” When I do my blood goes cold, my voice… it’s different, higher pitched and a thick British accent. “Oy… this is loons” as I get to the bathroom I see the entire cabin of the plane is different, they’re all wearing similar outfits, all younger fit proper lads….
“Ben! Where are you going?! The planes about to land” someone grabs my arm, I look over and see the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Tom Daley.
I panic and run in the bathroom slam the door, as I do my lips puff out, getting massive, my hair gets poofy and curly and my face shifts right in front of my eyes… I reach out and touch it shocked. This is real… bollocks what do I do!
There’s a bang on the door, it’s Tom “get to your seat Ben!!” I pull my shirt up quickly to get a peak and my eyes almost explode, I’m skinny, hairless but fit. Fuck me.
I walk out of the bathroom and Tom lands a kiss on my lips “you took longer then the rest, I had to help” he grabs my junk and squeezes, I explode inside my Speedo… my brain goes haywire… I’m Benjamin Cutmore… Ben for short… born in 2003… 20 years old… Olympic diver from Cambridge england. All the memories of diving flash before me, knowing Tom. As the memories flood in my view of Tom changes, he no longer becomes hot, my gf does… gf?! I’m gay!! I blurt out
Tom: not anymore mate… except for me of course for getting you on the team.
Tom sits me down as the music blares “takeee me back to Londonnn” we land as my old self is gone.. the song saw to it that I became a full on British lad.. I get off the plane, seeing my gf I run to her and kiss her passionately, she’s gorgeous… she whispers in my ear “been waiting for you and your LITTLE man to get home all week” putting extra emphasis on little, I blush, she notices and goes “it’s ok Benny baby… 4 inches is perfect for me” I shrug, I can live with it.
That was a few weeks ago, now I’m fully living bens life and getting ready for the games next month. Cheers mate, enjoy the ride.
Vacation jockifier
Devon walked the beach, finally getting a nice break from Englands dreary rain, it’s beautiful down here in the islands compared to home. There’s also the major bonus that he can show off his massive body to the world, otherwise at home it’s hidden under clothes.
As Devon walks he sees this tiny twink following him, I mean tiny. Devon finds a remote spots and sets his towel down, relaxing back and opening his beer, the twink walks up nervously.
L: uh hey I’m Liam…. I wanted to see if you wanted some company….
The kid says nervously… Devon sighs, this runt doesn’t stand a chance in hell snagging me… but he’s got balls to try.
D: look kid no offense but you’re not my type… besides are you even 18?
L: yes sir I’m 18….
D: bloody hell kid you barely look 15…
Liam gulps and turns beat red “I am 18… I’m sorry to bother you… you’re just the sexiest man I’ve ever seen… those muscles….” Liam eyes up Devon like a steak
D: oh you like muscle then lad?” Devon flexes
Liam eyes damn near explode.
L: ye….yes sir… I love worshipping muscles
D: you do huh? Ever get muscles of your own?
L: no.. I can’t… besides they’re too big and bulky I like being a twink
D: but you still want me?
L: of course….
D: perfect
Devon gets up, grabbing the kid and holding him in place “you ain’t my Type but you could be…” Liam sees Devon’s hand holding him firmly, it starts to glow. Liam nervously try’s to get free and Devon just holds him easily, his hand flowing his jock magic into the boy, Liam’s body starts to warm up.
The kid shifts awkwardly in Devon’s hands he feels his body getting hotter by the second, Devon smirks, feeling the jock power working.
Liam’s body starts to grow taller… not as tall as Devon but not a shrimp anymore, then it happens….. the energy pulses, Liam grows, another pulse, Liam’s grows.. his body starts to explode with muscle, legs getting thick, cut… abs defining, going from a boy to a man that works them rather then just being skinny….
Liam’s feet throb and stretch in the sand, getting larger, wider to handle his much bigger body, doubling in size from his dainty twink feet
His chest inflates into two rock hard slabs of man meat, Devon rubs his glowing hand down Liam’s arms as his biceps and forearms inflate to match the rest of his body.
Gone is the twink, replaced with a jock, a muscle head at that who looks like he works out 7 days a week..Liam’s mouth is on the ground, he mumbles trying to speak but can’t.
Devon grabs Liam’s head as his face gets more sharp, masculine, defined, blue eyes and sexy. Devon’s grip tightens as Liam’s mind starts to feel overrun with new thoughts and emotions, lifting… showing off… bulking… getting bigger…
Liam’s mind rewrites, turning him into a cum bro… but what is a cum bro? Someone that is any sexual, will fuck anyone or anything, get fucked by anyone or anything… he needs to cum daily, multiple times probably at this rate to even think.
Devon’s magic works to Liam’s cock and he pulls, pulling it making it grow from a tiny twink dick of 5 inches to a monster jock cock of 12 long inches. Devon smirks as he lets Liam go.
L: what did you to do me?! Mate…
Liam’s voice comes out British as Devon lets go of his throat.
D: made you my type… dumb… horny… gym lad. That’s all you’re good for now mate.
As Devon says that all Liam’s brains drain to his balls, doubling them in size
L: but… I’m a physics major.
D: sorry mate not anymore….
Liam looks down and grabs his cock and starts to work it, letting the jock take over, not like he had a choice.
Before long Liam cums all over the sand, blasting out his smarts, likes, dislikes… friends family memories.
The only thing Liam wants now is to workout, show off his body… and fuck.
D: we’ll get you an onlyfans to make money… you’ll do good .
Devon kisses him and pulls Liam’s shorts up as they change to fit his new form. Grabbing his wallet and phone, they both change, reflecting the new cum bro.
L: shit mate we’re late for our live stream
D: let’s get on then.
The Red Flag Union
Part 1 - 3
Prince Harry is fumbling with life in The US
as expected so it’s not surprising that this night went up in flames.
It’s award season so I easily put my plan to work soon it will be in full action with this.
I hide in the backstage with a match in my hands lit it and through it on the ground.
The liquid caught fire as it grew covering the whole red rage overtakes the room.
The smoke rises as Harry jumps in freaking out of everything and races around trying to escape.
“Someone help me, someone I can’t get out, I can’t escape” he yells.
“HELP!” His pleas reverberate.
“HHHHHHEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP!” He screams.
“Why won’t someone help me?”
“Hel uuuugggghhh! Fuck”
“What on bloody hell is that?”
“You mean, whom are you?”
“What do you want?”
“I came to save you”
“Yes, I am sorry, save me from the fire “
Part 4 - 6
“Oh Duke Of Sussex”
“Save me”
“Shut The Fuck”
“Inhale the smoke”
“What? No”
“Yyyyyeeeessss”
“Inhale the smoke”
“Feel it fill up your lungs “
“Let go, breathe in and breathe out “
“Surrender to the smoke “
“Will you serve me Prince Harry?”
“Serve you?”
“Be my slave “
“Yes be your slave”
“Kiss me and give up”
Part 7 - 8
The smoke covers the room losing sight oh each other he reached out.
I back up after he grabs me and I do my best to exit.
“No wait! don’t leave me”
“I love you”
“Yes”
“Are you my good boi?”
“I am your Prince Harry”
“Only yours”
“Good boi”
“Yes”
Part 9 - 10
Everything fades when I wake up in a bold, shiny and strange car.
My eyes come back allowing me wide vision access to see my area.
I roll up the window popping the lock open and I exit the car.
Slamming the door behind me I can see a man in the distance.
I can see that famous red, bright and shiny unkempt hair.
“Oh Master Lawrence, you are here”
“I love you, I am so glad you are here”
“Please follow me, my love, and I serve you”
“You are my God, King and Sire”
“Sir Yes Sir”
The end
Harry and The crown
I was so done, I had been working too many hours for this, serving meals, cleaning all 17 floors and all 30 room in the castle, I never get any respect around here for all the work I do.
If you haven't guess it, I work as a server for in the Royal castle in England for Prince Harry. I been working there for 15 years and I still get treated with such a disrespect. I deserve more, I clean, serve him food, fix his paper work, at this point even being his body-gaurd, he has people for that but it's me who still needs to do it.
" You can leave now for today, I need to sleep and everything that needs to be done is done" Harry said to me and I turned around and rolled my eyes and started walked towards the end of the castle.
" I wish he could feel how I have it everyday " I said to myself quietly and started to leave. I opended the gate and I started to walked the road and down to the city where I had my car parked.
" Hey you, I heard what you said. You wish somebody else could walk in your shoes, right? " I man came up to me, young, handsome, I didn't think I was speaking so loudly.
" Go home and sleep and tomorrow when you have the chance take it" the man said and later walked away, I countined to walk, thinking about what the man said and drove home.
The next day Harry had to be in the Royal church, it was a sunday, he always was in the church during the sunday-service. I just walked alone in the kitchen, cleaning, doing the dishes. It was as boring like yesterday. I checked my watch " 10:30 " well Harry will be away for atleast two more hours, I can walk around a little.
I went upstaires to check all the rooms, to see if I missed any, I never did but I had some time. I was walking around, I came to Harry's room, I'm usually never in there but maybe it needed some cleaning.
Then I saw it, on a display in harry's closet, I saw the royal crown. It was so beautiful.
I took out the crown from the display, and I put it on my head, it was so heavy. I was being very careful not to drop it. " It should've been me, why does I never had any luck".
I knew I had time so I put on one of Harry's suits, I wanted to see how it would feel to be a Prince just for a Moment.
" What are you doing with that and why are you in my room " Harry had come home earlier then I thought, shit, I was so screwd.
I was about to unbotton the suit when I felt my body starting to fill it out, my muscles started to grow, so did my feets, the shoes was not big anymore. I felt an electric touch and I felt myself grow a few inches. My face was on fire, my nose got smaller, my jaw shaper and freckles started to appear. My dark hair bleached to a ginger color and my hair got shorter. I felt this wave of pleasure down there and I felt myself grow harder. I grabed my hard bulge and laughed.
I saw Harry and he looked at me in terror, I looked in the mirror in the closet. " Looks like I'm the Prince now " and Harry's body started to change in to my old, his ginger hair darkend, he grew shorter.
" Guess I have a new Butler " I said in my new brittish accent. I picked up my new phone " Hey Henry, can you pick up this butler, he isn't doing his job right " I saw the fear in Harry's new eyes.
" I have places to be, but good luck in life and your car is parked down the road " I laughed and went outside to the cab waiting.
I steped out the car, heard hundets of screams, only for me, because I'm the Prince of England and nobody knew the diffence, I laughed to myself and walked up the staries to watch the Tennis game that was playing.
I started to think about earlier, how I had become the Prince of England and nobody here knew it, I felt myself growing harder in my suit-pants " Harry, you have hide this, well later when I get home, I will have some fun in my new bed and might have to explore under to see if I can find some toys to use " l laughed and pretended to know the game.
I always love to play game and join various live streaming session, especially when it involves a lot of players at once. But in the online world, a lot of people can hide behind their online persona and behaving rudely, and I always despise that. As a victim of such hatred and trolls myself, I would always happily engage with them and prove how wrong they are about me, and I always won by the end of the day as soon as I turned my camera on and shown them who they messed with
They would never expect a cute hunk like me behind the controller after all, I'm just so dang good and they're just jealous, hence the trolling and whatnot. Calling me names when I kicked their ass, saying all random shit out of desperation about me, they always ended up the embarassed one because I'm no lazy fat fucks playing games in my mother's basement. Well, I used to be, but Chronivac kickstarted my transformation and ever since having this little God's gift in my possession, I never have to worry about practically anything. And I love to share this blessings too
Just look at this girl yapping about this poor guy after he kicked her ass. He doesn't deserve the trolling for beating some random college girls who streamed her gaming session on bikinis in her dorm. She thinks she's all that and just because she has sexy body, she shouldn't be defeated
"I'll probably puke seeing you in person. That's why you're not turning on your camera, right? Cus you're an ugly twig probably jacking off to the idea of dominating me in this game. Fuck you,"
This girl is manic. And I have to embarass her. So I put the guy's username on Chronivac and it provides me with his profile rightaway as it probably blasted through some data privacy shit and pinpointed his profile in less than 10 seconds despite the username has no correlation or indication of his profile. Hmm, Ned Palchuk. You ain't twig, but you ain't fit either. And hmm, a paralegal in Austin, not bad at all actually, but I can see that you're quite shy based on this "confidence" slider. Such a shame when you have quite a deep voice. Well, that's a good base, time for a change, bro.
Make him more confident. Maybe a spice to be borderline arrogant. Paralegal? What about law school, so you can be a lawyer? Interesting. Make that arm pumped. No more baggy shirt bro, only workout tank or shirtless when gaming. Upgrade the gaming device a bit. Yup, more money means better device. Maybe I should do something about the face. Hmmm, boyish with a dash of mischief. Great. Fuck, he's hot now and I want him to be a mutual of mine. Yup, he knows me now, and he has the same mindset with me, happy to proof that people judged him wrong. And he's more of a Nathan now rather than Ned, so maybe Nathan Cook? Yeah, that Cook name can fit into a law firm name too, classic. And enter!
"Just shut your mouth and accept your defeat, chick,"
And ooohhh, I like it when he turn on his camera, that chick is as red as a cooked crab! HAHAH, she instantly left!
"Nice reveal bro," I said
"Hahah, always wonder why people never learn to stop being so judgmental,"
"Damn right bro, well, let's continue, shall we?"
Have you ever considered trying to make an actual himbo maker ai chatbot, like on character.ai or something? I dunno how well an ai could actually act as himbo maker but I feel like it'd be cool.
Thanks for asking about this, good boy ;)
I admit that I have been known to play around on character.ai. My first several stories were based on chats I had with characters created by @mystrangetfs and myself. I do have a himbo maker bot, and I'll be happy to share him below.
So-called "artificial intelligence" is a hot-button issue right now. I know you don't come here for nuanced takes on current issues, so if you want more details, come ask me about this topic @fredwmain and I can get into it more. There are a lot of issues with large language models like character.ai, and they are similar to the much more intense and arguably more serious issues with image generation models like midjourney.
My overall feeling is this: an LLM will never write as well as me. This isn't hubristic, it's just true, because I'm a human being with a well-trained creative mind, not a computer algorithm.
However, character.ai's capital investors are very concerned about the model being used to create "adult" content. The model has an aggressive censor on its generation, and yet it continues to learn ways to be dirty in its interactions. If the model becomes irreversibly kinky, then, well, that goes against the morals of the morally bankrupt silicon valley billionaires keeping the product online.
So, here's Himbo Maker. As you chat with him, he'll turn you into a big, moronic, musky himbo, and if you help him along he'll give you a racial change. I want you to teach him even better ways to skirt the censor and get filthy with you. I want you to send me your dirtiest chats with him. If people are interested, maybe I'll share them. If we're going to have "AI" shoved down our throats regardless, let's put our middle fingers up and poison them as best as we can.
I know this wasn't very sexy, but thanks for reading it through for me, good boys. I'm excited to see what you do with Himbo Maker ;)
The Bully and His Dad
Johnny arrived home from practice like he did every night, eager for a hot shower and beer before turning in, but those plans disappeared as soon as he stepped inside. His university gym bag slipped from his fingers as his mind emptied, and his hands began peeling off his sweaty clothes.
His big arms systematically dropped the damp practice attire to the floor, starting with the oversized jersey on his shoulders and ending with the rank tennis shoes on his feet.
Johnny bounded further into the house. His body was completely exposed, aside from the massive package held by his tight underwear. He took lumbering steps into the living room and planted his bare feet in the center.
A scrawny guy lounged on the sofa, studying the zombified jock standing tall, idly drooling from his gaping mouth.
"Master, how may this body be of service?" the normally cocky voice slurred each word as it was delivered.
"You can get on this couch and spoon me," the frail geek answered.
Without hesitation, Johnny's body staggered toward the little nerd on the sofa and sunk into position behind him. He wrapped his impressive body around the tiny frame, holding him more securely with his bulging arms and strong legs than he'd held anyone.
Johnny mindlessly clutched the dweeb and pulled him into his muscled chest, incapable of recognizing exactly who this nerd was.
Ever since Johnny entered college, he'd singled out one guy to belittle and abuse. He knew bullying was a shortcut to getting in with the popular crowd. Unfortunately for the jock, he'd chosen a nerd far smarter than he was.
Dennis was that nerd. He wasn't tall, strong, or handsome. He was awkward and unattractive, but he did have some tricks up his sleeve.
He used those tricks on Johnny. With a few blasts from his mind control device, Dennis had turned the football stud into a mindless meat puppet. That empty mind was his to program, and he wasted no time in asserting his hypnotic control over the irish bully.
"I want you to slowly hump me with that giant package of yours," Dennis demanded, "And I want to feel how excited you are, too."
The body Johnny worked so hard on was completely helpless to disobey as his hips began gyrating rhythmically into Dennis' rear. Not a single thought passed through Johnny's head as his massive package hardened like a rock, stretching his tight briefs. He didn't mind that his thin underwear was the only thing barely standing between his package and this dweeb's body. All he could do was hold Dennis and gently thrust like he'd been told to.
"I'm home!" called a mature voice from the front, "Johnny, you home?"
It was Johnny's dad, Mr. McArdle, but Johnny didn't react in the slightest to his father's arrival. He just continued to push his athletic body into Dennis as they spooned together on the couch.
"What's going on in there," Mr. McArdle called, catching sight of his son from the front door. The man's brow furrowed as he took in the sight, frowning beneath his ginger whiskers.
"Who the hell are you!" Mr. McArdle roared.
He stomped inside, and when his foot hit the hardwood floor of the interior, his anger slipped out of his face. The father's aggressive posture slackened as his big hands dangled at his side.
"You know what to do, old man!" Dennis called from the living room.
Mr. McArdle did not know what to do. The mature man's mind had emptied of all thoughts. Dennis was merely speaking to the man's body, which began moving accordingly.
Johnny's dad slowly undid his shirt and tie, dropping them to the floor near his son's discarded clothing. He slid everything off until he was covered only by his underwear, finally ready to enter the house further.
Mr. McArdle's body reported to the same spot in the living room his son had, standing before the scrawny kid on the couch. The father didn't acknowledge his son as Johnny humped the stranger on the couch like a dumb animal.
"Master, how may this body be of service," his gravelly voice also slurred the line he was programmed to say.
"Well, daddy," Dennis' nasally voice sang, "Get started by picking up the clothes in the front and put them in the laundry. Johnny's going to need those for practice tomorrow. Right Johnny?"
"Yes, master," Johnny droned from behind Dennis.
"Then get back in here," Dennis continued, "I have two tired feet for you and your son to work on. I think we'll have a little competition. Whoever massages them better will sleep in bed with me instead of on the floor tonight."
"Yes, master," the slow words sounded from Mr. McArdle's throat as he turned and shuffled back to the front.
Dennis turned his attention back to his bully, feeling the rigid boner behind him with every mindless thrust.
"Alright Johnny, I'm the big spoon now," Dennis commanded, turning around.
"Yes, master," the athlete garbled as his head is pressed into the back of the couch by Dennis' hand.
The nerd began aggressively smacking his body into the meaty round orbs beneath his bully's underwear. Dennis didn't always know what he was going to do with his meat puppets next, but he did know that it didn't really matter. Johnny's body would go along with whatever weird impulse or desire he had, and the guy's father was just as malleable.
Dennis had only been staying with the McArdles for a week now, but he loved it. He loved seeing the father and son arrive home, first being confused by the presence of an intruder and then becoming empty and ready for their intruder to use.
He was already planning on living with them for a long time. College could be expensive, but this masculine duo would provide him finely cooked meals and a comfortable master bedroom. Not to mention all the other more intimate services the bully and his father would be providing...
written for a friend on here.
Fusion theme with Aizawa and Vlad King from My Hero Academia
Aizawa looked towards Vlad, the man having a similar look of shock on his face. The two Pro Heroes and teachers at UA weren't fast enough to dodge the pulse of energy. The energy wave was blasted at them by a senior at UA. One who was in general studies. Aizawa didn't know much about the young man, just that his quirk dealt with manipulation of energy.
He and Vlad had been leaving for the day, when they came across the young man hunched over. A glowing aura emitting from him. Of course when the two of them tried to help him is when the student unleashed the energy wave.
Aizawa, of course, tried to erase the student's quirk long enough to defuse the situation, but it had no effect. It was like the energy had a barrier around it that was protecting it from Aizawa's quirk. Leaving him and Vlad King to be hit with the energy aura. The force of the blast knocked them into each other on the ground.
Thankfully, neither man felt any pain from the blast they had taken on. When the two teachers moved to get up from the ground they saw the student had gotten to his feet.
When Vlad tried to question the young man, speaking in a not so friendly tone of voice, he ended up spooking the young man. Causing him to sprint off somewhere.
"Nice going." Aizawa said.
"Well I wasn't trying to scare him off!" Vlad defended.
The two men then shared quick exchanges before they went to part ways. At least they tried to. For some strange reason, they couldn't move more than an inch or so apart from one another. Forcing them to stay way too close to each other. Way up in the other man's personal space.
"You want to move?" Vlad grunted.
"I'm trying to." Aizawa snapped, a little annoyed. No matter what he did neither he nor Vlad could pull too far apart from one another.
It was as if a gravity force was pushing them to stay so close to each other. It was obviously the effect of the student's quirk. Aizawa tried again to use his power to break the effect.
"Why isn't your quirk working?" Vlad asked.
"I don't know. It feels the same as when I tried to erase the student's quirk before he blasted us. Something about this power is preventing me from nullifying it." Aizawa said.
"Then what the hell are we supposed to do?" Vlad growled. "Be stuck together like this for who knows how long?"
Vlad began to try and shove Aizawa away from him. His brute strength doing nothing to push them apart. All he was doing was agitating Aizawa even further than he already was over this situation.
"Would you stop that?!" He snapped. "That obviously isn't helping doing anything!"
"It's better than just standing here doing nothing, waiting to see if it wears off on its own!" Vlad argued.
The two Pro Heroes argued back and forth with one another. Only stopping when Vlad suddenly froze up. Aizawa looked at the larger man and noticed the frightened expression across his face. Vlad's gaze was fixated a little downwards so Aizawa followed his line of sight. When he noticed, his expression mirrored the larger hero's.
He's never seen anything like this before. His and Vlad's arms were stitched together as they continued to merge into each other. Aizawa tries to pull his arm free, Vlad doing so as well to no avail.
"How the hell is this happening?!" Vlad growls.
He tried to use his quirk, with blood emerging from his suit. Trying to use it to push them apart from one another. To Vlad's surprise his blood quickly receded back into his suit. With that having failed, Aizawa once again tried to use his erasing quirk. For a few moments nothing happens before he is forced to stop when he feels a headache pulse through his head.
"Just what kind of quirk did that student have?" Vlad voiced out loud.
Aizawa thought he had spoken out loud. It took only a few seconds for him to realize Vlad hadn't said a word. What he had heard was a thought from Vlad's mind. Vlad gives him a similar look of astonishment. Making Aizawa believe that Vladwas also hearing his thoughts.
The two Pro Heroes were truly stuck in this freakish situation. Their arms then began to pull them even closer together. They struggled immensely to stop the unseen force tugging them closer together. With their protests having zero effect in doing anything to stop the process from continuing.
Their contrasting body sizes become one once they are fully pushed into one another as they fuse. The single person left in their place fell down on his knees. His mind falling into chaotic turmoil over the two personalities that were clashing within his head.
He wanted the chaos to stop since the loud voices were causing his head to hurt. He focuses, trying to clear his mind to try to make the echoing wails stop.
"Shut up." He muttered softly.
"Shut up already!" He shouted loudly this time.
The voices suddenly ceased. He was finally left with his own thoughts. Unaware of the flickering remnants of the two Pro Heroes who had fused together to create him. With that headache now gone, he stands up on his feet. Adjusting the special scarf around his neck and wiping the dirt off his black and red hero suit.
He takes a moment to admire how well his muscular physique fills out his new hero suit. The modification he requested for it came back perfectly. The scarf he wears having special vials within the tough fabric. Allowing him to absorb blood from the villains he is facing. With a blood sample from them, he can erase the villain's quirk as long as he has enough of his foe's blood inside the vial tubes within both his scarf and specialty gloves.
The visor sunglasses he wears allow him to keep his red eyes safe from being hindered by bright lights during the day. His quirk also allows him to see at night and for him to pinpoint a perfect spot of attack in order to draw the amount of blood he needs for a sample. While also making him look more attractive and cool, he thought with a small laugh.
As he starts walking off to campus he brings his gloved hand up to push back his black and white streaked hair. Making a note to himself how needed to give his spikey medium length hair a trim soon, so it doesn't get too long. Maybe he will have that taken care of after he finishes grading the last few tests from his students.