Guytransformedforever - Swallow Mage

Gym Selfies

"We recommend installing the application. Confirm?"

Johnny looked at the screen of his smartphone. "What kind of app?"

The screen said, "Gym Selfies"

"Another app for these stupid jocks," Johnny thought. He pressed the cancel button.

"Cancellation is not permitted. We recommend installing the application. Confirm?"- the sign has come up.

"WTF?!"- thought johnny - " Maybe I can remove it after install?"

He confirmed the installation. "Load. 30%... 65%...87%...98%...100%... Download complete"

"Our app will teach you how to make the best selfies of your pumped body! With our app you will emphasize all your advantages!"

Johnny already wanted to delete this application,but then he suddenly wanted to take a selfie. He could not overcome his new desire. he pressed OK."

"Take off your shirt and lie down on the sofa" - said the application. "Extend your left hand with your smartphone. Make a fist and raise your right hand to your head. Strain your muscles" Johnny knew that it was very silly, but he took off his shirt, lay down on the sofa and took the pose. On the screen appeared his skinny body and his bony hands. Johnny saw his face covered in teen acne and the dirty black hair that lay in his shapeless hair.

"Open your mouth a little, look into the camera and take a photo."- ordered the application. Johnny heard the camera click. He decided to check the photo. But he was very shocked. It wasn't him in the photo.

The photo was a beautiful Jock with bright blue eyes, well-groomed hair, a beautiful face and, of course, big muscles. He looked very hot. 

"Error. The photo does not correspond to reality. Reality needs to be replaced. Wait, the operation is in progress..."

Johnny felt a wild headache. He dropped the phone on the floor and bent in half, holding his head. His body started to grow rapidly, reaching a height of 6.2 feet. His spine was stretching out and johnny could hear his bones crunching. His muscles began to grow rapidly. The biceps swelled, the pec began to protrude much forward, and his abs appeared. Johnny could see his skin starting to take a darker shade, as if he was sunbathing on the beach every day and his hair was forming into a fashionable hairstyle. His face became more masculine, his cheekbones became sharpened, his eyes brightened and a bright stubble formed on his chin. The last shift johnny had felt in his pants. His cock began to stretch from his modest 4 inches to huge 9 inches, and the balls were at least 2 times the size! 

The headache went as quickly as it started. Johnny straightened up and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw an exact copy of that dude in the photo. Only now this dude reflected in the mirror with a look of shock on his face. "Holy shit!” Johnny cried out. 

"Oh, my fucking voice is lower!" He looked in his pants. 

"Fuck! My dick bigger!" Johnny began rubbing it intensely. The more he jerked off, the slower his thoughts were. His mind gradually erased. Johnny, although now he prefers to call himself John, cum right on his mirror.

Now he wanted more selfies. He should go to the gym and take more selfies. He wants it very much.

This is my first story, so I will be glad if you like it.

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 2 "Charlie"

Charlie was driving his car. It was dusk and Charlie was hoping to find somewhere to Park the car, to get some sleep in the car. He's been traveling around town for weeks looking for a side job. A couple of days he worked as a courier, then was a babysitter, and still loaded boxes in the port. Charlie was a normal cute kid who moved to America from England when he graduated from University. He thought he'd find a job in America fast. He had short blonde hair and green eyes. Charlie was regularly running and cooing, but his muscle was far from perfect. Now he drove up to the new city with new opportunities. Charlie switched the radio. 

"I believe I can fly" this song has already bored Charlie. He switched it.

 "Criminal news: Wanted by a Winston Buckett who disappeared a week ago. He left home and never came back. Distinguishing characteristics: blond hair, average height..."Charlie switched it.

"We have Hollywood stars in the Studio again..."Charlie switched again.

"And now advertising. You looking for work? Are you diligent and enterprising? Are you persistent and know how to improve relations? Mr. Turns offers to work for him in his country house. He is looking for young people for the position of cook, poolboy, assistant gardener, waiter and others. A large salary, accommodation in the mansion and a good vacation are attached. If you are interested, write down the address"

Charlie remembered the address and decided to immediately send his car there. He drove up to the mansion. This house looked perfect. The spray of the fountain rose. The lawn was perfectly trimmed. From the hedge stood a man with shears and alone speedos. "It must be the gardener" Charlie thought. The man Looked at him with wide eyes and began to speak.

"Bana yardım et. Burada irademe karşı tutuluyorum. Git. Sen de başka birine dönüştün."

"Sorry, man, I don't understand Turkish."Charlie picked up the pace. The Turks still said something after him, until Charlie came to the door. He pressed the bell button and the bell rang throughout the mansion. Immediately same the door opened. On the threshold came a solid man in a suit and tie. Gray hair fought her way on his temples and he smiled snow-white smile. 

"Arik, stop talking. Take care of your duties.”The Turkish guy turned to the bushes and continued to cut them. 

“Hello, my name is Mr. Thurns. You must be here for the job."

"My name is Charlie. It's nice to meet you. You're right, I'm looking the job. I was hoping to work for you."

 "Wonderful. Go inside."

Charlie followed the owner of the mansion. They walked into the room, Charlie was able to call the office.

"So you want to work for me? I have one position available. Pool-boy. What you think?"

“Hm, I have never tried such a work before" 

"Never mind. You'll learn quickly You know all the conditions, Charlie? Just sign the contract." Charlie went to the table and saw on it a sheet of paper with small handwriting and a pen. Charlie did not hesitate to put the signature. He turned to Mr. Turns and was horrified. The man's eyes burned bright blue. Charlie felt his body freeze in place and did not move. 

"Oh honey, you signed the contract and now you're all mine. Let me read you what you signed." Mr. Thurns took a leaf and began to read it. "The undersigned undertakes to undergo a cycle of transformation to change nationality, because only foreigners who know different languages work in Mr. Thurns' house.  Also, this man will live and work in Mr. Thorns ' house indefinitely. The right to terminate the contract is reserved to Mr. Thurns." Charlie was confused. What is the transformation of nationality?

It was at this moment that Charlie felt dizzy. The whole office was wrapped around him. Charlie was afraid he'd vomit on the expensive carpet. His skin started to get more tanned. His muscles swelled with great speed, his biceps ripped his sleeves, and his chest muscles lifted his shirt up. Tanned skin became smooth and hairless. Charlie could feel his cock starting to grow in his now tight pants. The eggs are swollen and the foreskin is gone. Charlie felt the changes affect his face and head. Blonde hair started to grow fast until it became long below the ears. They began to curl and darken until they were the color of resin. His cheekbones became sharper, his eyes turned into black coals, his eyebrows became thick, and his lips swelled. His whole face had changed.

"So, the new pool boy. Your name isn't Charlie anymore, it's Carlos. You're Mexican. Your dress code is just white speedo and the necklace around your neck.. Your job is to look after my pool in the backyard.” Charlie, now Kalos is sitting on the carpet, exhausted. He feels so excited. 

"¿Por qué habéis hecho esto? Yo podría, y sin esta transformación, a trabajar para usted" Carlos said in Spanish. He was surprised. He thought he would speak English, but his tongue transformed it into Spanish.

"So I have a guarantee that you will not escape, because you have nowhere to go and no one will understand. You don't understand what the Turkish guy told you, do you?" 

"Esto también transformado chico?" Carlos was amazed

"Yeah. It's the missing Winston a week ago. Good hot boy, like you.You can take a shower on the second floor and go clean the pool. Good luck with your new life. If you work for me well, I will return you to your old life and pay you handsomely. Until then, go work" 

Carlos took a shower, constantly stroking his new 9 inch cock. He cum right in the shower. It is now Mexican cum was sprayed all over the wall of the shower. Carlos went down to the pool and grabbed his hand. He really didn't know what to do now. He just had to obey and start cleaning the pool...

Thanks for this story :) It’s  very hot...

This was a request that was requested by another blogger like me and he is casualpatrolperfection, so please go follow him, he make amazing stories.

So you are a small nerdy adult that is straight and you are going on a trip. So as you were rushing to the plane to go my vacation. Till it was already late and you saw the plane leave without you. You will have to wait 3 hours just for another plane.

A Few hours pass and you go on your plane. The plane took hours and some people were complaining. Once your plane landed you got a taxi and asked the driver “to take to this five star hotel that is around this place?”, Then once you are a your hotel you book the best room in that hotel because there was no other rooms left.

As you made it to your room you see that last person how was here left his clothes, you guessed that they rushed out of the room. They left some of their food. You decided to check out if their clothes fits you, so you can take home. Then you find this box. It has a button on top and you think it can grant wishes, but for a price.

You stare at it as you think it is a child’s toy. Then you wish that you were handsome and muscular and that you had a big dick. The box had different words now it say what is the price. You don’t know what kind of price. So you say this box is gay. Then the box words change to press button to confirm that you will become gay for the new life. Then you press it and it say you have more room for another with it. So you wish that you were everyone was attracted to you. Then the box says that to make everyone attracted to you need to give another cost. So you thought of your intelligence to gove up as well. So you say that “ I am going to give up my intelligence. the box says press button to confirm wishes.

you press the button.

Then you feel heat enter body, when you let go of the button. Then you feel you body as it grow taller. Then you take off all you clothes because the heat is too much. Then you feel as if your chest was inflating. Then your body gains a hard 6 six pack. Then the heat goes to your arms and hands as they grow big and you see veins popping and the arm turns rock hard. Then then heat goes to your legs and feet. Then your legs grow humongous and strong and big. Then your feet get bigger and you take off your shoes.

Then the heat goes to your face and it changes the features, as they are you eyes getting wider and your eyebrows getting thicker and your nose gets narrow. Then the heat goes to your balls and your dick and as you see them grow and your balls get to the size of tennis balls and you dick gets bigger and thicker and then you cum a lover too he floor. Then your transformation completes. Then you feel yourself getting dumber and dumber and soon you feel horny and you want to stick your sick into a mans ass now and you feel a attracted to men now. You soon put on boxers and pants and head down to the beach because you see a man with an nice ass and you both had fun in that big bed in the room. Then the box diappears. Now You like going to the beach now to find a sexy man who is checking you out, so then you you can fuck them in your hotel. Now I am guessing you aren’t a tourist anymore.

Roots

A long overdue promise to my good friend @flynn1808. 

Dean was an average gay white millennial, struggling in the world, just to make ends meet. Dean literally lived paycheck to paycheck, as a matter of fact, he lived previous paycheck to previous paycheck.  Dean wasn’t happy, he could barely afford to eat, pay rent, or keep himself in shape. In his very little spare time, he admired people from afar, people he imagined having it better. One of his favorite people who randomly friended him on Facebook was Pedro, a a 36 year old stud from Mexico. 

Dean and Pedro had been chatting for sometime, and Dean was falling hard fro Pedro. In the evenings Dean and Pedro would chat in Spanish, which Dean thought was pretty awesome, because he was learning so much. Pedro had limited English, and Dean did his best with his limited Spanish. 

Even though Dean was broke, he really wanted to meet Pedro, so he started working a third job to save up and fly down to meet his crush. The time finally came when Dean had enough money, so he asked Pedro if he could come and visit, Pedro excitedly said yes. 

It was Winter in the States when Dean flew out of LAX airport, teeming with excitement. 

Thoughts racing through his head on the flight:

Maybe he is the one! Maybe we can start a life together. At least maybe we can have sex…..

All of these thoughts in his head, Dean didn’t even realize they had landed. AS soon as the doors opened, Dean forced himself through the crowd of people, making himself one of the first people off the plane.

He picked up his rental and sped off to Pedro’s address, barely containing himself. 

Finally arriving, he was a bit surprised at what he saw, because it didn’t look like the pictures. 

Maybe this wasn’t his actual home, he thought. 

It was little more than a shack, run down, and abandoned looking. Dean was not about to turn around, he had come too far. 

He went up to the building, pulled his hand back to knock only to hear a creaking noise as the door opened on its own.  

He cautiously crept into the house, making sure that it was safe. It seemed to be okay, it looked like someone was staying there.  Dean looked around some more, he began to recognize the things he saw in the pictures. Hats, clothing, and other items were exactly the same, which relieved him. He finally found a bedroom, which was kept up immaculately, it looked exactly how he thought it would. 

On the nightstand there was a ring, he had seen Pedro wear something similar and his curiosity peaked, so he picked it up and slid it on his middle finger and sat on the bed. All of the excitement seemed to tire him out and he found himself fast asleep within minutes of being on the bed.  

He had disturbing dreams, dreams of an old woman luring people from the United States and taking their nationalities, leaving them in Mexico. The weird thing was that this actually excited Dean, and as he slept he got hard. He wanted to be Pedro more than anything, which was a new encounter for the old woman. Dean actually faced the women in his sleep and told her he would willingly give her what she sought. This would make the job easier for her, she wouldn’t have to fight him and would take much less power. In return, the woman told him that she would leave some of his memory intact and that she would make sure that he was happy with his body in the new life he would have. Anger and spite usually left those who fought in rough bodies, but this would be different. 

Dean woke up suddenly, the ring was glowing and heating up, to a point where it hurt. He couldn’t remove it though, it felt like it was pulling on him. He he tried to scream but his efforts were cut short as his voice was pulled from his throat, the color drained from his hair, face, and the rest of his body. He couldn’t think, he thought he was going crazy, English words slipping from his minds grasp. Leaving only rudimentary knowledge. The assault on his brain continued as bits of knowledge were pulled out and replaced with new memories. His American education was being stolen, college years felt like they were running backwards, being replaced with memories of physical work, apprenticeships, and lots of sex. His brain was rewiring, he wasn’t just gay anymore, he was quickly becoming bisexual. 

Suddenly his body convulsed as his muscles began to tremble and twitch. He could feel the years of working out and physical work changing him. His gut pulled back as he fell to the ground. He felt his arms expanding, and his legs felt weak. The weakness was the spasms pushing his thighs out, his calves hardening, and his feet expanding. Concurrently his chest became more defined and his back muscles wound tight like a spring. His hands expanded while he felt that he was getting taller. The fact was, he shot up form 5 foot 6 to 6 foot 1 in a matter of minutes. 

Dean’s silent cries suddenly became audible, much deeper and differently accented than before. He rolled onto his back and held his face in his hands, hoping top stop the extreme pressure he was feeling. His face became angular and unimaginably handsome. He could feel his once light and spotty beard thickening, as it filled in with color and density. His hair became thick and dark, watching would have looked like black ink was spreading through his follicles. His once blue eyes taken from him flooded with deep black colouring, returning to perfect vision as the pressure subsided. 

Desiderio stood up and looked in the mirror, knowing that he was once Dean Flynn. Dean was no more, his whiteness would be given to a Latinx person who would become white to support their family from the USA.  Desiderio would do alright himself, he was a quick learner and could always find a gringo willing to pay good money for a bit of sex. 

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 4 "Frank"

"The amount of your loan debt is 12 567 Dollars. We kindly ask you to repay your loan or we will have to demand money in court. Have a nice day." The robot on the other end of the wire hung up.

 Frank put the phone on the nightstand and took a deep breath... He was ready to cry. About a year ago, he was fired from his job. In their opinion, he became too old, fat and his vision deteriorated, so he could no longer work in the factory. Frank had to sell the apartment and take a loan for a small house by the sea. It was on the porch of the house and went Frank. Before him was a beautiful landscape of the coast. Frank looked over at themselves. He was already 54 years old, he was gray, fat and wore huge glasses, without which he could not even see his fingers...

"How can I repay this loan?"Said Frank, raising his head to the sky, as if he was talking to someone...

 At this moment, his room turned on the TV. Frank quickly went into the house to turn it off, but stopped with the remote control in hand. A nice girl was advertising. 

"Do you need money to buy a new house, a car or just to pay the loan? Mr. Turns needs workers. Your age and work experience is not important. Just come to the country mansion. There's work for everyone. Write the address..." She dictated it, and Frank immediately wrote it down in my notebook. Not wasting a minute Frank mesmerized got into his old Ford and drove to the address. After a couple of hours Frank was on the spot. Rounding the perimeter of a huge mansion Frank went to the pool.

On one of the sun loungers lay the owner of the mansion in only swimming trunks and sunglasses. Next to him was a young blond guy and grilled sausages.

"Valentin. Don't forget to fry the vegetables too" Said a man.

"Bien sûr, maître. Je n'oublierai pas." The young man answered.

Frank looked at the man. He was kind of late in his 30s. Nice dark skin and big muscles. Dark hair and and a shiny smile.

"Ahem. Hi, I'm here to get a job."Said Frank, a bit nervous. 

The owner lowered his glasses and looked at Frank from head to toe. The young man at the grill started, but did not even turn, like something afraid. 

"Well. Very well. My name is Mr. Thurns. You're Mister...”

"Just Frank." 

“Good, Frank. I have a job for you. Do you like cleaning the house?"

“I'm not doing it well. But when I have no choice, I have to clean the house." 

"Wonderful. Then you'll be my new maid."

“Maid?"

"Yes, Frank. Something embarrassing you? Don't worry, you will succeed. I'll pay you handsomely. How about $ 2,000 a week?"

“How much?! I agree. Where do I sign?" Frank's eyes lit up. 

"Here" Mr. Thurns pulled out a paper and a pen as if from the air. As soon as the last drop of ink touched the paper, Frank felt he couldn't move. 

"What the hell is going on?!"

“Dear Frank, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you that in my mansion, all the employees are models who speak different languages for safety reasons. Now join them."

Frank felt his weight and huge belly deflate like a balloon. All his fat melted in a minute. His t-shirt was now hanging on him like a hoodie, and his pants slept on the floor. His skin was firm and young. Years ago for Frank. Muscles were filled with strength and elasticity. Now they bulged under the skin with a beautiful relief. Frank now was in 2 times thinner, than until this.His muscles swelled, and his skin turned a beautiful pale color. His graying hair had once again turned dark. His bald head began to overgrow, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed. With each breath, Frank could now see his chest muscles surging forward. His stomach became flat, and then 6 abs cubes peeked out from under the remaining subcutaneous fat. His cock became longer and thicker until it reached 7.5 inches. His hands felt the power of youth and clenched involuntarily. His face was rearranging. Took eyes are almond-shaped and dark steel. Los forehead and cheekbones became more distinct and beautiful. Frank became a different person... Frank could move again. He ran up to the pool and looked at his new look.

"私の主です！ 私は若いです。 私ンや若きます。 ございます！" Frank shut his mouth in fright.

 "Now you speak Japanese like a true Japanese" Put on these pants, shirt and shoes and start cleaning my bedroom." Mr. Post said. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Now I will address you by the name of Akio."

Akio bowed to his master and happily went to clean the house. He could not even dream of such a job, and in it is also well paid.