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amazing result! :3

Hi! Have you rebranded your blog? It looks stylish! can I ask you for a wish? I've been going to the gym for six months now... But unfortunately, I don't see any results... It makes me feel uncomfortable in the company of muscular guys.. Could you help me and make me a handsome athlete with big muscles?

Wishes? I ain’t a genie!

If you wish upon a star... Pfff, it doesn’t work like that! Besides, I am not a genie! I don’t do wishes. I am Yffrit. Sort of like a genie, kind of different. But I can use my magic on you! But I will take something from you. A form of payment. I will think about that.

So ok, you are insecure? The thing is, insecurity is in all of us. The trick is to ban it out of our bodies. You can see it as some sort of slimy gue, that covers our inner light. Our fire. And since I am Yffrit, fire is my speciality. So this is how it work. I will touch your solar plexus. You will throw up. Insecurity is gone! Sounds good doesn’t it? Now don’t be scared. It will just hurt a little bit.

As I touch the spot between your chest muscles, an intense pain goes through you body. You become nauseous. Everything goes black for a moment. Then, you taste the gastric juice. You throw up! The barf has a black colour.

See, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now, how do you feel? Any insecurities? That is what I said. There gone! Now you can go workout! But I will give you a little gift. Maybe it is cheating. Let’s at 25 kg of pure muscle to your body!

I point a flaming finger at you. A sudden heat spreads across your body! You loose your balance, as your gravity point shifts. It feels like every muscle in your body is boiling, but it doesn’t hurt. They’re just really really hot.

Now you have an awsome body and 0 insecurities. Hehe, don’t go mister. We haven’t talked about payment, did we? Uhmmmm, what to do?

I have it! You are freed from your insecurities! So now you won’t need any clothes. Just a harness, and maybe socks for when the floor is cold. Yeah! This will be your outfit for the rest of your mortal life. Ofcourse, your garderobe has a few more harnesses, jocks and socks. Different colors, you know. I may be an old soul, but let me tell you: a little colour hasn’t killed anyone.

Hey, I just saw your magical shop and I was wondering if you could help me improve my body, you know like having a body like Cody Christian's or Nick Jonas or Tom Holland. Can you? Of course you can't! And you know how I know that? It's because magic doesn't exist. See you later!

"Hello ;) Wait, don't go away. I can hear the sarcasm and skepticism in your voice. Do you want to test the abilities of my shop and mine? Well, check it out." I snap my fingers and the door closes in front of your face for a second before you wanted to leave. 

"Haha, cheap tricks," you say, but I can see the shadow of fear in your eyes. I step out from behind the counter and slowly approach you. the heels of my shoes click on the marble floor...

"So you came to me to improve your body? You look like you're in great shape to me. A blue-eyed blonde in the prime of life, " I say.. The truth is a little silly and looks untidy like some kind of chav... I continue mentally.

"Thank you, but I don't need anything anymore. I will go..." You speak with a tremor in your voice.

"Wait, what about these three idol, what did you say? Cody, Nick, and Tom? Great choice. So do not miss your opportunity to look at them with your own eyes, " I say with a malicious smile.

I see you already backing up to the door and looking around for a way out.. And then I grab something from the shelf and pull it in your direction. You close your eyes and freeze in place with fear. But this is just an electronic photo frame. A silver trinket with a cheap photo display screen. You exhale in relief..

" Well, what the hell is this?" are you still asking with the same snide look? I answer: "This is just an ordinary electronic photo frame, but with an additional function. Do you know the FaceApp app? It operates on the same principle. Combines two photos. Try" I put it in your hand. You get a strange feeling, as if you are eager to try out a photo frame along with photos of your idols... It's like you're hypnotized. You open the database and find a photo of Cody and Nick... A couple of taps on the screen. Loading.  and here's a combination of two guys. It looks hot. 

You look at me with a happy smile and as if in oblivion you take another photo .. Tom. At this time, I see from the outside, at first, small changes, like the color of your hair, becoming darker and darker.. or a little stubble growing on his cheeks.... But then the changes become much more obvious (though you still don't notice them) for example, increasing the height to 6.4 feet, breaking the bones of the skull and rearranging them at sharper angles, or gaining a little muscle mass..You apply it to the already made combination and here is a hybrid of 3 people in front of you. 

"Haha That was fun! How much does it cost? " you ask, and suddenly you notice something strange. Your voice. It is thicker and richer.. I would say deep and sexy. It's like you're coming out of a trance. You look at the photo frame and find a moving image of that hybrid in the mirror image of the frame...  damn.. Why are you wearing a gray coat? You know what happened... You were wrong. the magic is there and it has turned you into your idols. three at once... You froze in shock on the spot...

"The photo frame is not for sale for you. Now, leave my shop, young man. You need to confirm your identity with friends, the bank, and the local police, who will decide to check your documents."

In a couple of seconds, you teleported a few blocks away from the store in the middle of the park... You blocked the way to my store, didn't you? 😈

#old request #body transformation #male tf 

An amazing sequel! 👏

I couldn't have written a better ;)

“черт побери,” muttered Alex, his native Russian coming out even though he was trying to work on his English. Getting a flat tire was not how he wanted to spend his holiday abroad. To make things worse, his rental car didn’t have a spare tire, and his phone didn’t have an international plan. He would have to ask someone for help. Thankfully there was a big house with an open gate across the street.

Alex walked up the driveway and knocked on the front door. Immediately a handsome older man opened the large door, almost as if he had been waiting for Alex. “Can I help you?” the man asked with a sly smile.

“Yes, please, I need help. My car is broken.” Alex spoke slowly in English, trying to think of the correct words. The man nodded and led Alex inside to a nearby study. Everything looked expensive, just as expected in such a fine mansion. There were some papers on the desk, and the man waived Alex over, handing him a pen. “Русский? Помощь? Подпишите здесь,” the man spoke in broken Russian. Alex was so relieved to hear his native language that he didn’t hesitate to quickly sign the pages. He assumed that the man just wanted his signature to cover the cost of a tow truck.

“Excellent! I normally only hire Americans, to start with at least, but I can tell you are special so I’ve made an exception just this once.”

Alex was confused. He surprisingly understood the man’s words fluently, but he wasn’t applying for a job. “Contratado? Mas eu-” Alex clapped his hand over his mouth. That wasn’t Russian or even English. Was that Portuguese??? “O que você fez comigo?!” cried Alex, unable to change his language.

“Not much… yet…” the man laughed. “I just made some changes according to the contract that you just signed. Now you can understand me perfectly. I can’t have an employee that can’t understand me, now can I? By the way, my name is Mr. Turns, but you can call me Sir.”

Alex was beginning to get scared. All he wanted was some quick help with the car, but now he felt trapped and was unable to move.

“As you can tell, I still need a security guard for the empty guard house that you walked past. I can’t have people just wandering up my driveway. It is the one job that I haven’t filled yet, but I believe you will complete my staff wonderfully with a few changes…”

“Não, por favor…!”

“I think I will call you Guilherme…”

The moment he heard that final word, Alex’s body quickly started to change, yearning to match his new name and job. In just a few seconds, his height stretched to over 6 feet tall, and lean, toned muscles grew and flexed all over his body. His clothes changed to match, darkening along with his hair and skin. His face shifted to reflect his handsome Latin heritage, some dark stubble finishing off his new look. Alex moaned deeply as his transformation finished with his cock and balls growing larger and heavier, filling up his pants with an impressive bulge. He fell briefly to his knees before standing back up on his new, stronger legs.

“Ah, now that’s more like it!” exclaimed Mr. Turns, with a very pleased look on his handsome face. “I knew you would be a good fit! Now I have some very important work to finish. I can count on you to keep anyone else from disturbing me, correct?”

“Sim, claro, Senhor! Você pode contar comigo!,” replied Guilherme, unable to resist, and suddenly eager to make his new master happy. He walked out the front door towards his guard house to watch the front gate and make sure that Mr. Turns was not interrupted.

Mr. Turns’ Servants: Part  5 - Alex

A continuation (conclusion?) of the series by @guytransformedforever (aka Alex)

Hey, guys :)

I haven't published anything here for a long time, but now it's time for inspiration and I decided to dream up a little and implement a few ideas that I once had. Well, to answer a couple of long-standing requests that I have... Unfortunately, that bag of clothes had to be thrown out of my store. It was filled with omnivorous dust moth larvae and threatened to eat not only this bag, but also a large collection of artifacts from my magic shop. It was impossible to allow this, and alas, there are no more of those things.

 I apologize to everyone who did not have time to try them on... But don't be sad, soon (I really hope so) I will have new artifacts and new ideas for you. So feel free to send requests and write to me in the chat. I like to talk about all sorts of things ;) See you soon

PS This is by the way my image, in which I sell things in the store. Tell me, is he cute?

Hi there goood sir. I run The Underground as you may know as a side business. You came into my domain the other day and I just wanted to visit and see what changes you can give a fellow writer and shop owner. I hope you are enjoying Liam’s body and I’m excited to see what you’ll do to me.

Good afternoon, sir. 

I'm sorry I didn't respond to your request at the right time. I was on a long trip to old Europe in search of antiques and magical artifacts. And I still brought you a present. Your dungeon is really a great place. I was enjoying a week in that guy's body that time. It was fun. Well, that's it. I brought you a little present again. Old box La’Fianchi. 

Knowing your love for changing bodies, I give it to you in the hope that it will help you do it with extraordinary ease and simplicity. Just twist its lever a random number of times and you will see the effect. An old tune is playing and suddenly the front wall with the horse opens. A bright flash of light blinds you. Don't worry, it won't be long. After a couple of seconds, you can see the world around you again. Everything is in its place and has not changed in any way .. well... except for you. 

The box has the ability to turn you into a random celebrity for exactly 36 hours. Then you take on your true form, whatever it is. You're lucky to be Cody Christian this time. I don't know if you'll like this change. I would love it :) 

You can use this box yourself, or put it in the dungeon and please your guests. Good luck ;)

I’m a huge nerd with an average body, 27 years old, and have a thing for hot guys in suits, so can I try on the tie you’re offering?

“Your interview is at 4: 30pm. Don’t be late” this is what flashed on your phone screen while raindrops were falling on it. 

“Damn.” you swore. You were already very late for this interview, and as luck would have it, there was a nasty autumn rain that knocked down the remaining leaves and produced impassable mud under your feet. You left your umbrella at home when you were packing in a hurry, your jacket and hair were wet, and your shoes were dirty. When the rain suddenly increased and a gusty wind was added to it, you were forced to run into the first door of the store that you came across. The first thing you felt when you entered this old shop with all sorts of Souvenirs is the persistent aroma of burnt herbs. A young guy, a salesman, was sweeping the dust off the floor. He got distracted and looked at you.

“You look a little untidy. Can I help you?” he asked

“Hah, only if you have formal clothing for men who don’t already meet the demand for jobs,” you said with annoyance.

“I don’t understand you, sir”

“Hah, you see. You addressed me as Sir. And I’m only 27. I look a little older. That’s why I think I probably shouldn’t go to the interview today. They clearly need a young, energetic programmer. And I look like a forty-year-old man with a receding hairline” you didn’t know why you said all this to a strange guy in an old store. Maybe you were upset, or maybe it was his blue eyes that were so fascinating and mesmerizing…

“I think it’s all about the first impression. I can see that you are wearing a suit, but there is no tie to emphasize your business style. I can help you.” with that, he went to the back shelf, picked up someone’s gym bag, and rummaged through it until he found a narrow black tie.

“Put it on and you will feel how everything will change,” the guy said.As if you were under some kind of kumar, you reached out, took the tie, and automatically tied it around your neck. At that very moment, the dim autumn sun came out and you realized that the rain had stopped. You were about to take out your wallet to pay for your tie, but the salesman stopped you.

“These are old things. I give them away for free”

You thanked the guy for his help and stormed out of the store. You don’t remember how you managed to get to the company’s office in time. You flew up the stairs to the 3rd floor and ran to the interview room. The receptionist appraised you with a glance and motioned you in. A girl was sitting at a Desk in the office, sorting through papers. For the next 20 minutes, you talked about your achievements, work experience, and so on. Provided his portfolio and variants of written programs. The boss’s eyes were getting stricter and stricter by the minute, until she interrupted you.

“Young man, I see some inconsistencies in your case. First of all, I can’t find your photo in the database. Secondly, I find it hard to believe that such a thick and rich portfolio could be collected by such a young candidate for the position”

“Young? This is the first time they call you young… ” you thought.“But today I am favorable and will accept you for a trial period in our company. Welcome. Contact Elena at the exit, she will take a picture of you for a pass and a Board with the names of employees”

A little confused, you left the office with your files and documents. The receptionist leaned you against a gray wall and snapped a photo. Minutes later, she printed out your pass and escorted you to the exit, saying, “ we’ll See you at the office tomorrow.”

Only then did you realize what was wrong. You weren’t in the photo on the pass. The young guy, who looked no more than 18 years old, was wearing your clothes and the tie you bought. But he didn’t have your beer belly, he didn’t have your thick, hairy arms, His hair was thick and beautiful, and his face was the epitome of youthful beauty and cuteness. It’s like he blushes at every touch and glance in his direction. You might not believe that this is your pass and think that you were given someone else’s by mistake. But there is one thing…. The guy in the photo was just looking at you from the mirrored window of the bakery…

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Hi everyone 😈

How is your mood before Halloween? I hope you are doing well. I would like to have fun myself today, but unfortunately it won't work. Yesterday started 2 weeks of my quarantine due to contact with covid... This is a very sad situation. I tried to help patients, but now I was forced to sit on isolation.

 If anyone wants to chat or cheer me up, write me a message. I'll be happy to chat with you ;) 

In the meantime, Happy Halloween to all and don't let the spirits disturb you this night ;)

Can I have the black cap? Haha I'm a 5'4 Latino looking to see what happens

"Looking for something specific?" the voice that sounded right in your ear startled you so much that you almost dropped the old statuette of a man in a top hat that you were looking at. On this day, you decided to go home after work another way. You walked through the autumn streets and watched the leaves fall from the trees in the nearest Park. That's when you came across a gift shop and magic supplies. Without thinking twice, you entered it to satisfy your curiosity, walked past several shelves and, not finding the seller, decided to find something interesting. At this moment, a young man appeared from behind and asked a question.

"Um, nothing specific.... just looking... " you replied.

"Well. If you want to buy something, just call me." the salesman left with a sly smile on his face.

You walked around the store a little more and decided to leave when you noticed an old gym bag on the bottom shelf. Something about her interests you. You reached out and took it out. The price tag said "Free." You unzipped it and looked inside. The smell of old used clothes hung faintly in the air. Among several things, you noticed a cap. The most common black baseball cap with the words "love" on the back of the head.

"If it's free, I'd take it," you muttered under your breath.

"This is a free product. You can take just so" you started from what's behind you, the seller replied to your whisper. Wasn't he behind the counter at the other end of the store? "Just be careful. Many may not recognize you in this. Did you know that a headdress changes your image very dramatically?"

“Probably Yes. Thank you in any case. I think I'll go..." with that, you hurriedly left the store. Something about this salesman scared you...It was pretty cool outside, so you put on your cap right away. What did this young man mean when he talked about image? You thought about it as you walked home. But you started noticing something else... It's like a strange fog is spreading in your mind... A haze that obscured some thoughts. Your flight of thought seemed to be slowed down. You couldn't concentrate on one thing. Your thoughts floated independently from each other. You were already grabbing the handle of your front door when you realized you weren't home. You were standing in front of some gym. The usual fitness club, which is a lot around the city. 

"What the hell?" you thought, turned around and walked home from the gym. You must have been thinking harder than usual and got the wrong turn. Half an hour later, you were almost at your home. You pulled the door handle, opened it, and a huge Jock came out with a towel and a gym bag. "What?!" you exclaimed again when you realized that the fog had lifted in your head for a moment and you were back at some gym."Are you coming in?" the voice of the girl at the reception brought you out of your stupor. As if on autopilot, you went to the gym, paid for a class, and went to the locker room."What am I doing here?" a thought popped into your head and then went out. Without hesitation, you went to the gym and started repeating some exercises that others did. You were still wearing your cap, but you turned it backwards for convenience.Your thoughts were chaotic, your mind was melting, and the music in the gym was hitting your eardrums. After an hour of exhausting training, you went back to the locker room. And then you realized what your mistake was. Cap. It literally changed your image, just like the salesman said.You looked at yourself in the mirror, and at that moment your mind finally cleared of the last coils of fog.... It wasn't you in the mirror. Your body was taller, about 6.2. Your skin was paler, and your muscles were like marble. Thick, tense, sculpted. Not to mention your face. It was someone else's. A strange guy with a long, pale, Europoid face was looking at you. Long chin, sharp cheekbones, blond hair, and bright blue eyes... That's when you realized you were in a bind. How do you explain to everyone who you are if you don't even look like your driver's license photo? The problems are probably just beginning...

PS: the Seller just finished the protective ritual. He blew out the candles, swept away the ashes of herbs and paper, aired the room, cleaned himself up, and put on his badge. Why would he need a protective ritual, you might ask? would you want to communicate with dissatisfied customers who stop coming and asking for their life back? So he doesn't want to. And so from now on, none of the dissatisfied customers will be able to find the store a second time, no matter how hard they try. Well.. Happy Halloween, lovers of free...

Interesting. Can I get the white top? Those are two things I wish I was haha

In the early hours of a Saturday morning, you were walking down a deserted street in our (fictional) small, quiet town, hoping to get a coffee and a bun from one of the many bakeries. Nothing around you attracted your attention until you turned into the street bordering the Park. You were passing by one of the brick buildings when you noticed that in the Windows of an old shop with all sorts of magical Souvenirs, which seemed abandoned for more than a year and the owner of which suddenly disappeared for a long time, the light is again friendly and the sign "Open"is hung. You are very interested in this, because you just wanted to go to this store a year ago before it closed. The bell over the door rang pleasantly and a young man in a suit and apron smiled sweetly at you from behind the counter.

"Welcome! How can I help you?" the seller (and apparently the owner) looked at you carefully while continuing to wipe the dust from the shelves and counter. A gold badge with the name "Alex" hung on his chest.

"I only came to look at the product out of curiosity," you said, and started walking between the shelves. The salesman winked slyly and went about his business.After a couple of minutes of looking at all sorts of dusty trinkets, you found a sports bag in the corner of one of the departments, clearly forgotten by someone.

"Sorry!" you turned to the seller. "Someone left their things here."

"Ah, it's been here for a long time" the salesman appeared as if by magic from behind the next shelf "I use a bag to store clothes I forgot in the store. If you want, you can pick up something you like. Absolutely free"You were surprised and delighted at the same time. Reaching into the bag, you found a soft cloth and pulled it out into the light. It was a white top.

"Excellent choice. I advise you to work out in this, and then go to the shower without taking off your clothes." The salesman winked at you again, and you felt like you needed to run this errand urgently, as if it was the most inspiring and exciting thought at the moment... You didn't even remember walking to the Park, putting on a new top, or running thoughtlessly through the Park on the path to your house. With each step, it became easier and easier to run, and soon you were as if inspired by this run. 

Half an hour later, you ran home, ran up the stairs, stripped off all your clothes except your new t-shirt, and jumped in the shower. You felt the warm water caressing your big Breasts and running down your beautiful abs. one second! You've never had abs ... just a small belly from beer and rolls. You opened the stall in a panic, staring at the mirror in front of you. What the hell! Your reflection has changed. A young guy with dark hair in a stylish hairstyle was looking at you from the mirror with blue eyes. His plump lips were parted in disbelief, and his massive cock twitched in excitement. Water trickled through his white top and down his chiseled athletic torso. It took you a few seconds to realize that the guy in the mirror was your new identity. I wonder how you're going to explain this to your friends and family?

P.S.: 

A salesman in a small store stood in his back room and stared into a crystal ball that showed a cute guy in the shower looking at his reflection in the mirror in disbelief. The salesman looked up and smiled when he heard the doorbell ring merrily again, inviting a new customer or victim....

#OldGame #transformation 

Hi, Guys :)

You haven't seen my new stories in a very long time, so it's possible that some of you have forgotten I exist at all.

I sincerely apologize to those who were so eager to read my new stories. Unfortunately, studying at the University completely deprived me of inspiration.

But I've been isolated recently because of Covid-19, so maybe I'll write a couple of new stories. See you soon ;)

Q&A again. "Mission Anti Boredom"

Hi guys. I had free time while I was sitting at work. I fulfilled all my duties, so now I just have to sit and wait for the end of the working day. I want to talk with someone on different topics.

Do not be shy. Ask questions, write in chat rooms. You can even send me some pictures and stuff. I will try to answer everyone ;)

Just nice guy to attract attention XD

What unusual can happen on Halloween?

Hi, everybody. I hope you missed my stories. Today, one of the most interesting and favorite holidays for me is Halloween (although in my country it is not very welcome). I could not ignore this celebration, but there was no time to come up with a special story, so I will lay out a story from my storeroom. This story has a slightly different narrative format, and perhaps even someone will think that my talent for creativity has "blown away". Hahah, it could be. Anyway, enjoy this little story and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Well.. here is and it is a timely day X. Finally you waited for the this days. Today on your calendar you see the number 31 and the month of October. Halloween! You waited so long for him, preparing his zombie costume: looking for old clothes and put a long and complex makeup on your face. You hope your costume gets noticed and admired. You double-checked the address on your e-mail invitation. No, your eyes don't deceive you. The party will take place in the same abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city, which is rumored to be inhabited by spirits and poltergeists. but of course, this is just urban tales. You heard, that this party decided to organize son local official - Jake Simmons and invited he about 2 hundred people, in the number of which comprised the most steep young people your cleanup. There got you and a couple of your friends and acquaintances... 

You glanced at your watch. Oh shit.. You're going to be late.. You quickly put on your jacket and left the house. The streets were full of people. A lot of kids in suits were begging for candy at the houses, and a few groups of teenagers were hanging out with loud speakers that blared music. You got in a taxi and within 20 minutes you were there. It was amazing!

 The huge 3-storey mansion was decorated for the occasion. Everywhere garlands, pumpkins and many different attributes. Invited people slowly flocked to the entrance, where there was a guard of impressive size. The windows of the mansion were lit with different lights, and music came from inside. You easily overcame face control and went inside. The music is naturally played louder and had a lot of people. Your friends should be here by now, but you haven't looked for them yet. You went to the refreshment table and took a couple, also pouring yourself some punch. At exactly 21:00 in the evening, the music was quiet and on a small makeshift stage stood Jake. He wore an elegant vampire suit. "Welcome, my dear lost souls. It's Halloween night and we're gonna have a blast! Hurray!"He raised his glass of punch and everyone cheered and clapped. The music turned on even more and the lights on the dance floor came on.

Then suddenly something happened that shouldn't have happened. Most of the people thought that this is a custom show for guests, some people were scared, and a few of the smartest hurried away. Suddenly, the entire mansion lost power. In the pitch darkness of the main hall, an intense green glow appeared that seemed to rise out of nowhere. Above the heads of the astonished audience soared a ghostly figure in black robes. A voice from the other world came from everywhere: 

"How dare you mortals disturb me?" You heard, as any girls near learned in the specter of Emilda Gornodon, a witch, which died in this mansion somewhere in 50-' s.She was enough young, when its body discovered policemen during a ritual of, which committed any people, personality which not divulge until now. Meanwhile the Ghost went on to say, 

"Have You come here to have fun? Well.. Perfectly. You will have fun, but not in the guise in which you came! I curse you!"  And with a sharp pop the specter of has vanished and with moreover seats, where he was second ago have spread clubs green haze, which began to envelop the crowd. 

You were pretty far from the epicenter, but you realized that you should get even further, when the first cries of bewilderment and horror began to be heard from the crowd. For some reason people are puzzled trying to outrun the fog and fear began to run to go out. There was a traffic jam at the door. And the fog was getting closer. You reacted instantly. As-that very quickly you end up at the stairs, and quickly ran upstairs. Did you see the fog around the people and you start to distort, like a bad film. Terrified, you climbed the stairs and ran into the second-floor hallway. You ran up to window in the hope open his, but alas it not succumbed to. You turned around and with horror found, that the entire corridor near you is shrouded in fog. A couple more seconds and you're covered in it.

The strange sensation lasted only a few seconds, but you remember it in detail.. At first, your skin crawled. Then sharply went dark in the eyes of and you sensed, as if you swam away in Wilkes and yours body is swimming in weightlessness, in the next second was immediately many sensations: tickling, the coldness, pain, gentle stroking and pleasure comparable with sex. And then it was over. 

You opened your eyes and found yourself sitting on the windowsill. But then you realized you weren't you. N atebe not was yours costume zombies and of course yours body looked quite not as always. You saw that you became much more muscular, tall and hairy. Your new wide quadriceps were wrapped in tight, short orange gym shorts that felt like no underwear underneath. Your big pectoral muscle, on which was easy dark fluff hair were tightened in narrow mesh orange tee shirt, which???? very slutty. On your feet you had orange sneakers with long white and orange socks that reached to your shins. What's the matter? why do you look like some slutty faggot? You jumped off the windowsill and opened the nearest door in the hallway. It was an old bedroom with dusty furniture. You ran to the dressing table and looked in the mirror. You couldn't believe it! A completely different guy was looking at you in the mirror. 

He had a square jaw, a face that was both wise and sweet, with well-groomed skin and neat eyebrows.he had a short, sporty haircut with dark hair done in varnish and gel. There was also a neatly shaven stubble all over his jaw and a slight hint of a mustache above his upper lip. You looked like a gay guy from some magazine.  You listened to your feelings... Oh shit.. you even felt like the gay guy in the magazine. You were very Horny and like you wanted someone to fuck you... Oh shit! From where such thoughts?  And then, suddenly, you heard the music resume, and from the corridor came the voices of men and the moans of lust... This party is going on... 

I always been a skinny guy and never liked it; I recently started going to the gym but still feel too skinny and I don't see much improvement; maybe I just need new gym gear, do you think the black leggings could be of help?

A skinny kid came into my store hoping to get something that could take him out of the despair that came after he realized that half a year in the gym did not bring the expected result. The desire to be big and strong literally read in your eyes. With a timid gesture, you took the black leggings from my hands, which still smelled of someone's sweat. I hope it's not that important to you. So you left, promising to visit my store in a week. 

Seven days passed, and here you were again on the threshold, but you were unrecognizable. A few inches taller. Much wider in the shoulders. He had beautiful biceps and a thin waist beneath a tight red t-shirt. Bold haircut and beautiful model face. The ideal athlete-runner. As soon as you walked in, the smell of musk, sweat, and deodorant followed, barely interrupting it. 

"I want this back," you said, pointing to the leggings. "I can't do this anymore! They're cursed! They make me run every day 10 km away. It takes a very long time. They make me sweat really hard, my legs and my body have grown to fit the load, and I'm glad for that. But my free time can't grow! Any more and I'll be fired for absenteeism. Besides, every time I run, I feel like I'm getting dumber and dumber. Help! I don't want to lose my job and become a dumb Jock!"

“Sorry kid, but every magic has its risks, I can't help you. Try to benefit and enjoy your situation." I see your eyes go down sadly. 

You took a couple of kicks, put a couple of headphones in your ears, turned around and jogged out of my store. All I had to do was look at that beautiful receding ass in my leggings and hope you'd be a good jogger

Hi, if it's not taken yet can I have the pink hoodie? I hope it looks cute on me!

Well... I think I should blow the dust off my typewriter again and resurrect this whole bag of clothes thing. There's still a lot of interesting things left, but you chose a pink hoodie. I took the bag of clothes out of the closet and unpacked the hoodie. 

It looks worn and smells of someone else's sweat and perfume. But if you want, you can have it. I can see you're anxious to put this on. And you do it right there. Right in my shop. Oh, what a bunch of people, at least go to the fitting room, haha. And now you're wearing a hoodie. It suits you! I see in your eyes lights a pair of lights and they immediately become dark brown. 

 "I'll see what else is in your store?" you ask, and I nod.

 I see you hiding behind one of the shelves. I can hear your footsteps getting heavier and the sound of your gait changing to a freer sound. Right away, I see your top of the head now. You're much taller. You show up from behind the shelf and I see that the changes have taken effect. Your face has been transformed into a perfect form of model appearance. Your hair darkened and put themselves in a beautiful, slightly shaggy hairstyle. Eyebrows became thicker and gave expressiveness to your look. I can't see, but I'm sure under your new pink hoodie is now a beautiful torso with a beautiful set of pectoral muscles and abs. I can also see the bulge in your pants is getting more pronounced.

"Have you chosen anything else?"- I ask.

"No. That's all. Thank you" - you say your new velvet baritone, which is the best suited to you now.

"Good day," I say, and take you out into the street, where evening is coming. 

You go down the street, and I hang a sign with a sense of accomplishment for a long time "Sorry, the store is closed. Come back tomorrow"

Accept congratulations! (that's a very immodest headline, haha)

Hey, guys. I apologize for the fact that for a long time I can not answer all your requests (and there are a lot of them). Too busy with my exams. 

But today is a special day. Today I turn 21. Birthday is great, but when the day is between the most difficult exams in your life, here is not fun...

But let's not talk about sad. I'm pretty bored right now, so I'd like to talk to you. 

Would you like to play a little role-playing game with me directly in the chat?

 Or maybe you would like to give me something virtual, such as pictures of clothes that you would like me to wear?

 And who would you turn me into as a gift? (you know how I love being transformed :) ). 

Anyway, I'm waiting for your messages or ideas. Thank you. You are the best!

for important events it's this well dressed guy will get your attention ;)

I was just looking at new headphones. Could I get the yellow headphones? I need a new pair for the gym.

Hi. I’m sorry you waited so long for your gift, but I had a lot of unfinished business. Well. You want new headphones? There’s a pair of yellow headphones in the bag, but I have absolutely no idea what owning them will do. Will you take them to the gym? Whatever you say. I’ll follow you and see if you don’t mind. 

You’ve already changed into sports clothes and put on your new headphones. They played your favorite music, but suddenly you felt a slight dizziness and goosebumps coming from your head to the coccyx. You continue to do approaches, pulling iron, but at some point you realize that it became more difficult for you to carry out your approaches. You’re almost at the end of your strength and barely finish your 30 push-UPS…

You don’t understand what’s going on, but I can see what’s going on with you. All your muscles that you worked so hard at this gym are starting to melt. You become slim and thin with a small amount of muscle, which is only enough to pull up on the bar 10 times and boast to the beach with your skinny abs. Your sports Jersey turns into a black long sleeve t-shirt and your shorts into jeans. Your hair is getting lighter and longer. I think you should watch a couple of online lessons on long hair care now. Your face rearranges and becomes more refined and beautiful, as if you were created for the stage. For the stage? what were you just thinking? 

Oh yeah.. as it turned out, these headphones long time ago lost one of the members of the University drama club. His skills are yours and his roles, of course. While you cope with the influx of all the scenarios and roles, holding your head, let me capture you for my readers. Good luck ;)

Hey so I recently broke up with my boyfriend of 3 years and have been a little hesitate to head back out on the dating scene. After being in a what I thought was a great relationship, I had put on a few extra pounds. I’m was hoping maybe those keys could belong to a motorcycle which could help me land a new date?

Hey. Oh, I’m so sorry you broke up with your boyfriend. But you don’t have to stand still and cling to the past, do you? I am glad that these keys will serve as a bike with such a noble goal as to make you happy.

 Take them and feel like your arm is covered in goosebumps. Do you feel that magic coming through your body? Look out the window! Where did this cool bike come from? I haven’t seen him before. Well. Your new date’s in 20 minutes, I hope you make it. I see you get on your bike and take off at breakneck speed. I can’t miss your transformation, so I’m following you in the car. I can see how your riding is getting bolder. You’re almost reckless. 

I can see your boring clothes starting to get dark and turn into motorcyclist gear. Your body swells in the muscles beneath it. Every muscle fills this suit and I can see your waist and ass getting more distinct and beautiful. On the head, helmet suddenly appears and you suddenly accelerate. 

A few minutes later we arrived at a cozy restaurant, where you will probably your next boyfriend. You take off your helmet and I see how your face has changed. More daring haircut, more beautiful features, manly beard and cunning look. No one can resist a guy like that. I wish you luck, and I hope you don’t mind if I show everyone your new incarnation? ;)

Hi I'm a guy in his 30s overweight looking to get back in shape. Was wondering if the wristwatch would be of assistance?

Hello, another one wanting to grab yourself a little fun. You want to take your wristwatch in the hope that it will help you remember your youth. I’d be happy to lend them to you, but I warn you, I can’t know how this is going to end…

 Well. You put them on and felt goosebumps that started spreading from your left hand, which is now wearing a watch and half to your ankles. It feels funny, doesn’t it? What? You want to go jogging in the park? But do your body are overweight will withstand this load? I think I’ll run with you to make sure you’re safe. 

You started very abruptly and began to pick up speed. I’m running behind you and I can already see how your transformation began. Your feet first. They have become much thinner and sportier. They were fashionable sneakers instead of old shoes. Then your pants turned into a pair of denim shorts. And your ass got so tight and big in them. Your back has become more slender and muscular. Your hair has shortened, become thicker and darker. I saw your muscles tighten and you sped up, running a block away from me.

 A few minutes later I caught up with you at some stadium. You turned to me abruptly, and I could only recognize you by your clothes and your wristwatch. A new body, a new beautiful face and a new life. Enjoy it and let me take a picture of you for subscribers.

Can I have the red boxers?

Hello, Dean! Good to see you again. Did you come for the red boxers from that bag? You have learned in this thing boxers one of your students? I hope you return them to him. No? You have other plans. Wear it yourself? Well. I can’t argue with the Dean of Transformation College himself. 

I suggest you go to the nearest locker room. Feel free to wear boxers. Do you feel goosebumps running down your back? That’s how this magic works. You lose orientation in space and sit on a bench.

 You feel your body changing, stretching out in height and becoming younger. You are now about the same age as your average student. Your muscles begin to increase, becoming not very large, but relief. The sharp burning pain in your hands makes you moan. A pair of harmonious tattoos complements your image. Your face is changing, not allowing more whom any to know in this young hunk former Dean. 

 Well.. enjoy your new carefree student life. Join a football team or a science club, fuck a couple of cheerleaders or nerds. Do whatever you want, but don’t forget to send me a couple of your new selfies so I can share them with my readers

Could I get the blue speedo? I have been looking for a new speedo lately. Zak

Hey, Zak. Are you looking for a new speedo? Well. I'd be happy to give you the one I found in that bag. I think you should go to the beach or the lake with this. You put on a speedo and suddenly your body goes all goosebumps for a second. You enter the water and enjoy the warm waves. So you dive. 

As soon as your head disappears under the surface of the lake begins your transformation. First, your body stretches a few inches. Your bones and chest are expanding. Your facial skull is rearranged giving you a new face with a rough manly chin and a hump on your nose. 

Then your muscles begin to grow, becoming a great set of pitching, which every day spends in training. Your skin starts to get darker by changing a few shades of tan and producing new hair follicles. Your hair is getting darker and rougher than before. A small beard POPs out on his chin. 

The last transformation is taking place in your new speedo. How do you like a few extra inches in there? 

You feel your new powerful body lack oxygen and you emerge from the lake. Now all views closest the beach directed only on you. Enjoy and let me take a picture of you for the report to my subscribers ;)

#NewGame #transformation #male transformation 

New game ;)

Hi guys! Recently, several new readers have subscribed to my blog. I'm glad. Remember that game we played with the suitcase? I thought she was cool. What if we resume this game? Well. Just yesterday I found this sports bag stuffed with someone's clothes and things on the threshold of my house. There's plenty. The list is below. The rules are simple: whoever is the first to be asked to "request" this thing, that it will receive. What will happen to you when you take this thing remains a mystery. I will also be glad if you describe your body to make it clear where your transformation will begin. I will be glad if you are not anonymous, though it is not necessary.

And here is a list of things:

1. White top

2. Blue shirt

3. Aviator points

4. Keys to the bike, apparently

5.Black leggings

6. Black cap

7. Black wrist watch

8. Blue speedos

9. Black tie

10. White briefs

11. Yellow headphones

12. Red boxers

13.Black shorts

14. T-shirt with the inscription AC/DC

15. Pink hoodie.

Use of modern technologies / gadgets: +1 point 

The transformation takes place under the influence of the enemy / opponent / envious: +3 points 

The transformation was "paid" in any of the possible ways:+1 point 

A brief description of the hero's life after the transformation and future plans: +2 points

Transformable forced to change his profession or field of activity: +3 points

Transfer of muscles or appearance from one person to another: -2 points 

By the time I start writing this blog post, the blog has amassed 501 followers. That’s pants! A while back I started tinkering with a ranking formula. What aspects matter to me, how much and in what direction. I have no idea if what I jotted down produces any meaningful values. It’s the journey that matters, not the destination.

Now, I’ve spent more time than I care to admit trying to get tumblr tables to work. I’ve tried markdown. I’ve tried straight forward <table> in HTML mode. I’ve tried sneaky <div>:s in HTML mode with CSS workarounds. I am however able to use <pre> tags, so enjoy the luxurious layout. Additions, adjustments and disagreements appreciated.

Josh's Order Score Heuristics - JOSH (Josh Organizing Stories Haphazardly) Someones body is changed: +5 points Someones mind is altered: +2 points Changes are forced, or outcome unexpected: +3 points Subject of transformation doesn't like the changes: +2 points Subject of transformation is unaware of changes: -1 point No reason given for changes: -2 points Person fundamentally loses its self: -3 points Muscle is added: +2 points Hair is added or removed: +1 point The word "coach" is used: -1 point The word "stomping" is used: -1 point The story contains magic: -1 point Changes are physically possible: +2 points Clothes are magically altered: -1 point The world is magically altered: -2 points The story contains gym/sport cloths: +1 point The story contains streetwear/sneakers: +1 point The story contains sweat: +1 point The story contains piss: -1 point The story contains shit: -2 points Technology used is scientifically plausable: +2 points Hypnosis: +1 point Faustian bargain: +1 point False choice: Damn if I do. Damn if I don't: +2 points Changes are small, consequences big: +2 points

Who is your favorite TF roleplay partner ?

You're one of the best ;)

Got another one perhaps. What would your complete reality look like? What would your body be?(with picture reference if possible) what kind of relationship would you have? Would you have one? What would your stats be. Etc...

Ideally, I'd look like this guy. Oh, dreams...

I don't know about relationships. Believe it or not, I've never been in a relationship...