Dear Applicants And Professors,

Dear applicants and professors,

Thank you for your growing interest in Transformation College. 

All of our Professors will be ready to welcome you to the Schools of the College. You’ll be surprised who they are.

We look forward to releasing our College Prospectus and announcing the accepted students and scholarship awardees on Friday.

Yours sincerely

The Dean

Transformation College 

TRANSFORMANDO LA REALIDAD A LA IDEAL

The Great Shift: Across State Lines

It’s funny. In retrospect people were really focusing on the wrong aspects when of oddities when it came to the great shift. I mean people all over the world were switching bodies with one another! You’d think a couple of abnormalities wouldn’t be too surprising. Yet here we are. Me discussing the first reported “odd” case of body swapping during the great shift. 

Meet Abram. A nice young man! He grew up in Russia, had nice blond hair, and even had a nice slim body, unlike a lot of the other athletes he knew who were very muscular. Well… he was all of those things. After the Great Shift he found himself in Spanish underwear model Antonio Albolia. This 6′2 densely muscled body of his was everything he’d ever dream of having! He spent a solid few minutes just flexing in his bathroom mirror, when he made the discovery. However, the following days would be a little more stressful. You see most people swapped bodies with a person and that was it. Abram received a little more than Antonio’s body. The first word uttered from his new form was in Spanish… and so was the second and third. Abram had never spoken a word of that language before, so you could imagine his confusion when he began to speak it so fluently. He was sad to see that he could no longer speak Russian, but honestly he was too engrossed with his new body to mind too much. After all he was one guy in the supposedly long line of abnormal swaps. 

Hey guys. Story Teller here. I’ll be back with more writings soon! Hope you can enjoy this brief cap before I go back into more frequent posting!

Seanday Extra: Jarhead Reunion

You stab at the elevator button, imagining it’s your friends chest. “You fucker!” They’ve left you at the wedding reception in the hotel, gone off with someone else.

“Fucker!” you growl, and cup a hand over your mouth. “Shit!” You look around sheepishly.

You press the button again, and suddenly you’re pushed into the elevator door.

“S-sorry,” a deep voice, slurring comes from behind you.

You frown as you look over your shoulder, it’s a thick heavy jock dressed in a cadets uniform. His eyes blink a few times, they’re glassy and the way he’s swaying you guess he can’t handle his drink.

-ping-

The door opens, and you walk in. He follows and stumbles falling inside, cracking his shoulder on the door. He turns, and subconsciously pulls at his jacket.

*Jarhead*, you think to yourself.

You press your button, seven and wait. The door slides close. “You on seven as well?” You ask.

He works his eyebrows and tries to focus on you, “Fourth.” You sigh and press four.

-Ding-, “Second floor”, the synthetic voice announces.

You’re watching the cadet, he’s head is back and he’s slowly slipping down the wall as his knees buckle under him.

You’re *good samaritan* nature kicks in and reach out to support him.

-Ding-, “Third floor.”

He’s heavy and you use all your strength to hold him up. He looks at you and gives you a wide grin.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “My squad said I needed to sobered up, wanted to take me back to my room. Told ‘em I was man enough to do it myself, I’m fine!” He practically spits the last word.

-Ding-, “Fourth floor.” The doors open and you know he’s not doing to make it anywhere near his room, so you hook his thick arm over your shoulder and lead him out.

“What room are you in?”

“416,” he mutters and retches.

“Hold it,” you growl. “Where’s your keycard?”

“Pocket.”

You roll your eyes, and fumble through his pockets and find the key. Thankfully he’s not far from the elevator. It takes a while as he’s heavy, and you both stagger from left to right colliding into walls and fixtures.

He retches again, and for a moment you shy away, but you still get a waft of his breath–you screw up your face.

Using the keycard you open the door and help him inside. He immediately heads for the bathroom, and attempts to remove his uniform jacket as he bounces off the door.

You help him, and are left with the jacket as he just makes it to the toilet and throws up. You’re impressed with his aim, there’s no mess.

You’re confident he’s going to be OK, so you leave him in the bathroom as your attention turns to the jacket. The grey fabric, although coarse has complicated embroidery adorning it. Many gold buttons pepper its surface, you frown, one is missing at the bottom. The size of the jacket fascinates you, much bigger than your normal clothes. Respecting the uniform, you put in across the back of the chair.

There’s a sound of the toilet flushing, and you wait for a moment expecting the cadet to reappear. And wait. Cautiously you peer around the door, and discover him laying on the floor.

“Hey! Buddy wake up,” you say shaking him. He groans and jerks his shoulder from your grasp.

“Com’on, you can’t sleep there,” you tell him. You struggle and finally coax him to his feet, slowly you guide him to the bed where he collapses, and again falls into a deep sleep.

You stare at the sleeping cadet, it was obvious of the comradery with the rest of the cadets, looking after him like a brother. The thought made you more than a little envious since your own friend had abandoned you just minutes before.

He belches, and thankfully that’s all. You try to wake him again, this time more vigorously. There’s no response apart from a grunt and some cuss words.

You have no plans for the evening, at least not now! Your mind starts to wander, and the good samaritan inside you Begins to evaporate.

With a wry grin, you begin to strip the cadet of his uniform; undershirt, boots, socks, pants and underwear—it all comes off. The cadet himself only mutters and groans as you manhandle him.

As you’ve worked your way down to his muscular nudity, it quickly became evident that his size was down to plain hard work at the gym.

His handsome face, thick bull neck and heavy set torso suggested a football scholarship. His abs, waist, and legs where strong, and you imagined him thundering down the field to the touch line. You chew on your lip as the last of your good nature snuffs out.

Walking to the door, you check outside—nobody. With a grin you slip the “Do not disturb” sign on the outside handle.

Returning to the cadet, you begin to strip your own clothes and bundle them into a laundry bag.

Rolling the cadet onto his front, you climb on the bed and begin to trace your hands over his body. Your fingers touch, probe and caress his torso. Satisfied, you roll him over and repeat the task from his feet upwards.

You take his head in your hands and roll it from left to right, carefully studying his features. You slowly nod.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you close your eyes, and focus on the cadet’s physique, his torso, the muscle, his face. You begin to feel as if you’re falling–backwards into a thick mire. It’s pink and park, there’s a familiar waft of sweat, and alcohol.

The substance begins to thicken, to the extent that any perceived movement is pointless. The taffy forms around you, taking the accents from your memory. It quickens, and you begin to feel that you can move again. You feel heavy, stronger. The odour, no stench, seems alien, yet familiar.

You’re body tenses. It feels bigger–a lot bigger. You ball your hands into fists and your arms stiffen, a bicep stretches your skin.

Gasping, you open your eyes with a start! Your arms are now thick with muscle, dark hairs coat you arms and chest–oh wow, your chest. Heavy plates of meat hang from chest; swelling and contracting with every breath.

Pushing down, you raise yourself from the bed. Below you still asleep is the cadet, you know you’re his double now, down to the last detail.

“I should get back to the party,” you say in the same deep voice you’d heard before, and grin.

Picking through his clothes, you redress in his uniform. It’s large size fits your stolen body perfectly now. From his pant’s pocket you check his ID.

“Cadet Cody Wilson,” you mutter.

Slipping on the jacket you grab the laundry bag with your clothes and dump them in the corridor as you leave knowing they’ll be cleaned and returned to your own room later.

With Wilson’s own confidence, you swagger back to elevator, and back to the party.

Although you don’t have his memories, you’re confident enough that the rest of the cadets aren’t 100%, and besides, Wilson’s a Jarhead… should be simple to play him–right?

290 followers!!! Amazing!!!

Almost 300 people are reading my blog, and I hope they like it. I created it in the first place to realize my fantasies and to communicate with many bloggers who I read anonymously (I have to hide my orientation). And now I myself become a kind of blogger. It's funny. On such a occasion want do a small game (I love role-game). Recently I was in one of the cities of outland and found there a small suitcase of things. He had a lot of clothes. Very different. I suggest anyone who wants to choose one of the things (be careful, your choice depends on your transformation). 

If you wish, I can publish your request or make it in private chat. Just tell me. And here's a list of things ;)

1. Khaki shorts.

2. Black shorts with flowers.

3. White cap.

4.Yellow sport breeches.

5. Blue singlet.

6. White hoodie.

7. Black leather jacket.

8. Grey sweatpants.

9. Orange beach shorts.

10. Denim shirt.

11. Black tank top.

12. Red shirt.

13. Dark purple tank top.

14. Black boxers.

15. Red pants.

16. Black jeans.

17. White Polo.

18. Sweater color of the American flag.

19 black sports shorts.

20 Boxers with a pattern of skulls.

21. Breeches with suspenders.

22.White boxers.

Request for help :)

Hi everyone.

 First of all, thanks to everyone who appreciated and who will appreciate my new story. I will continue to produce the history for this series by far. 

Secondly, there is a small problem. I find it difficult to find photos for racial TF. So if you have a few photos where handsome foreign guys are a bit upset or a bit lost, please send it to me. You can also send pictures of the guys before turning if you have interesting pictures. 

And you can also send a photo of Mr. Turns, as you imagine. Maybe your photo will appear in history. Send photos, I will be very grateful. And thanks again for your support ;)

Wish Stone

Harry looked up at the high tree trunks. He didn't recognize them. "I think I'm lost in this damn forest!"Said Harry with regret.

 He should have invited some of his friends to go camping, but he preferred to go alone. He needed to find what he once saw in an old book in a closed Department of the library. Wish Stone. In the book he took with him, told about the location of the stone and how to use it. At first Harry thought it was another urban legend, but curiosity was stronger than common sense. Harry gathered his things in a backpack and went to the forest to the old bridge. The locals called it the Troll Bridge. This is the place the book was about.And now, after a few hours of wandering through the forest when Harry thought he was lost, he saw a bridge.

Harry ran to the bridge and peeked under him. As the old book said, there lay a beautiful stone with many facets. He shimmered with all the colors. Harry checked the image in the book against the real stone. It was precisely the stone of desires! Now Harry can make a wish. But there was one condition. Magic doesn't just happen. The stone will suck a little of Harry's intelligence. He was a smart young man and he will not be difficult to share his brains. Harry took the stone in his hand and made a wish. "I want to be muscular, tall and handsome, so that everyone envies me"

The stone flashed several times with different colors and then evaporated into a cloud of fog to appear under the bridge a few years later. 

Harry sensed, that him feel hot, although in the forest was quite damp and cool... Harry could not tolerate this heat and began to undress until he was left alone in his green underwear. He could feel his muscles inflating, his veins pulsing under his skin. His lean body began to inflate with muscle. Now he could discern his slender abs and strong biceps. Harry could hear his bones breaking and spine stretching, causing him to be several inches taller, but he didn't feel any pain. Only heat and pleasure. His ass started to swell until it formed a beautiful butt. His face became more beautiful and refined. His hair was a shaggy hairstyle worn by all the school Hotties. His eyes turned bright green instead of his usual brown eyes. Their color became similar to the color of his underwear. The skin became darker, and all the pimples immediately left, leaving the skin surprisingly smooth. Harry felt a wave of arousal coming from his bulge. His cock started to lengthen to big 9 inches and his balls started to inflate. 

He lowered his underwear to his knees. He started stroking his new cock. With his other hand, he crumpled his balls. He was so pleased and did not want to think about anything. His thoughts and intellect accumulated in his balls, creating a new portion of sperm. After a few minutes Harry cum and the long tapes of ejaculate fell on The Troll Bridge.

Harry felt a lot dumber. His IQ wasn't much higher than 80. He put on his underwear back and felt as if an unknown force was pulling him somewhere. He succumbed and found himself on a hot beach. Harry saw many people on this beach met a hot handsome man that appeared out of nowhere. He knew they were all jealous of him.

This story was born from the idea of my colleague: musclegrowthmaker123. Thank you.