Thanks For This Story :) Its Very Hot...

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.

Veni, vidi, vici

"Smile!"- Caesar heard the click of the camera. "God, I hope I'm good in the photo." he thought. A classmate asked Caesar to be photographed for the school newspaper.

 He was just a regular high school guy. He was the oldest in the graduating class but not the most large. Quite the opposite. He was average height, skinny build and shy nerd. It does not correspond to its Royal name.He was always envious of high athletes who studied with him in the same class.  They were always so muscular and confident. Caesar always wanted to be like them. 

He again thought and did not even notice how the photographer left. Caesar Packed up his things and headed down the school corridor toward the exit.All the students had left the school by that time. His way lay past the school sports hall changing rooms, the door that was now open.

Caesar was about to pass by, I heard something strange. Whispers could be heard from the locker room. It couldn't be disassembled, but it was clearly audible. The young man became curious. He slowly, trying not to make noise, went into the locker room. He looked around, but saw no one. The whisper disappeared. The only thing that was in the locker room is forgotten by someone in the briefs. They lay on the bench with absolutely no owner. Caesar already wanted to turn around and go further, but here in his head came the sudden thought. "What if I try them on?"The thought was absurd, but at the same time so exciting. Caesar felt the cock in his pants bounce a lot. 

He closed the door to the locker room, took off his clothes and walked closer to the briefings. They exuded warmth as if they had just been taken off. Smell other people's sweat and sperm filled the nose of Caesar, when he raised them to the face. The young man without hesitation put them on. Then he put on his trousers, a striped Polo, and left the dressing room. 

The briefs felt so warm the whole time Caesar was walking home. But there was something strange. With each step, Caesar felt heavier and more massive and, as it seemed to him, he became a little taller. He ran home and immediately locked himself in his room. He felt so Horny. He took off all his clothes except his new briefs. He started massaging himself through them. Every second his biceps swelled and his deltas grew bigger. Caesar ran his hand through his hair. Immediately they darkened and took the form of fashionable hairstyles. His abs took the form of 6 convex cubes. The back widened, and the legs were like two huge logs. Then Caesar felt his cock getting bigger in his hand. It stretched and expanded as its balls swelled to the size of a chicken egg. Then Caesar cum. His briefs were now filled with a huge load of his sperm. 

The last transformation of Caesar would have been unable to understand. His brain was re-tuned to Jock's life. All unnecessary now for him school knowledge was replaced by knowledge about football and training programs. His IQ Dropped to an average of 80. Now he's just a stupid Jock. 

The next day, the updated Caesar passed by the locker room. "Why am I still not in training? We have a competition coming up, and my bro team can't do without the quarterback."

Now Caesar is a born athlete and a winner. It matches his name completely.

This is my first story on the request of another blogger. musclegrowthmaker123.tumblr.com thanks for a great idea.

still waiting for help :)

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 ;)

I’d like to try the black leather jacket.

And here’s the first one who wants the leather jacket. Do you want to feel a cold touch on your skin? Take her away. Do not forget to take another set of her a few gold chains and black speedo. They’ll be perfect. Put it on. I can see your body changing. It becomes smooth and a bit thinner. Not quite what you expected, is it? But leather jackets are not only big bikers. Your skin turns pale and your hair disappears. Muscles become large, strong and relief. I think your body looks like a swimmer’s body now. Blonde hair falls into the perfect hairstyle. Face changes. Cheekbones become clearer. The chin becomes squared. The lips are inflated, and the nose takes on a perfect shape. Now you can show off the face of the model from the cover of a glossy magazine. Can you pose for me a little I want to make one photo. The perfect boy.

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 1 "Winston"

Winston was desperate. More recently, he worked in a large restaurant chain as a waiter, but one fateful day he was careless and rude to the son of the Manager. On the same day, Winston lost his job and now can no longer dream to get a job in some other restaurant.

Winston's been looking for a job for 2 months. Any work. His savings came to an end, and the owner of the apartment, which was rented by a young man told him that if he did not pay, he would throw him out on the street.

Winston was a perfectly normal 21-year-old. He had blonde hair, blue bright eyes, and medium build. He could not boast of a strong abs or a long cock, but his boyish cute face won the hearts. Typical American guy whose smile made all the girls go to College.

Now Winston was lying on his couch and looking at the "Work" column in the new paper.

Winston already wanted to shut down the paper without finding anything. But here at the bottom he found an ad.

 "A permanent job in a country house requires a servant. Butler, cook, gardener, pool boy, maid, security guard and others. Preferably men. Wages are high, accommodation and food are provided. Excellent vacation once a year."

Below was written the address. Winston was surprised that the phone was not written. Winston wrote the address down on his notebook. He wanted to check it against the paper, but when he looked again, the announcement was gone. "What the hell?"Winston thought, but decided to go to the address.

After 2 hours, Winston was on the verge of a huge mansion. In front of him was a beautifully trimmed lawn and a small fountain

Winston rang the bell. Literally a minute later the door was opened by the owner of the house. It was a tall man in his late 40s Tanned face was fringed with a dark beard with a little grey. The white Bathrobe was draped over the muscular body. "He's probably lifting a lot of weight in the gym," Winston Thought. 

"Hello, I'm Mr. Turns."The man held out his strong palm. "You must have come on the announcement in the newspaper?”

"I am? Yeah, sure. My name is Winston."

 "Come, Winston." the Man grabbed the young man by the shoulder and aggressively led him to his grandson, closing the door on the latch.

"So you're looking for a job, Winston?"The landlord was straightforward. "I can hire you as my gardener. I bought this house recently and my garden and lawn is now in a terrible state" 

"Gardener? But sir, I've never worked as a gardener, I'm afraid I won't..." Winston began to protest.

"Nonsense. You'll learn quickly. You have to agree. You need money, right? I'll pay $ 1,000 a week. Plus Accommodation, food and paid vacation," 

Winston wanted to agree. He was ready for anything. But something about this stranger was wrong... Everything was too good... Too much. 

"Okay, on the hands of" Winston held out his hand. Mr. Turns shook hands. In the second hand he already held a few papers and a pen. 

"Just sign the contract here. It's just a formality."

Winston mesmerized took the pen and signed the papers. 

"Excellent!"Mr. Thorns' eyes began to glow bright blue.

 "What happens?!"Winston dropped his pen. He felt his body go numb. He stood frozen in the middle of the hall and could not even move a finger. 

"My dear boy, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you a few terms of this contract."Mr. Thorns' eyes continued to glow, paralyzing Winston. "Firstly, this contract is indefinite and only I can break it, and secondly, only foreigners work in my house. No Americans. This is done to ensure that all the servants spoke different languages and was not able to organize a mass escape. It's just being careful. Third,in my house work only men with model -. I like to watch beautiful men work sometimes, and fourthly, only I set the dress code at work. Your dress code for this hot July month will be speedo alone"

"But sir. I'm an American and not a model. I'm afraid I don't fit your terms."

"My boy, it's easily fixable." the mansion Owner just snapped his fingers. In the same second Winston sensed that his head was spinning. He was sick. The young man tightly closed his eyes and prayed that it would all be over as soon as possible. Winston couldn't see himself from the outside, but his transformation had already begun. His skin was getting darker by the second. His muscles began to inflate and stretch his old clothes. Biceps increased at least 3 times. Huge pectoral muscles stretched his shirt so that the top 2 buttons came off with a whistle. His abs became more distinct and sculptural. Now Winston could boast of six distinct cubes on his abs! His legs swelled exponentially until they were huge and nearly ripped his pants. Foot size also increased by 3 sizes! His humble cock stretched out to the size of a large 8.5 inch snake in his pants. The balls fell with massive golf balls. But the main transformation was on Winston's face.

His blonde hair of medium length began to be drawn back into the skull. They became darker and tougher. On the temples them now did not exist. Such hairstyles Winston never wore! His darker face was now covered with bristles. As black and hard as the hair on his head. Blue eyes darkened with every second, until they were a rich brown. Eyebrows became darker and thicker. His chin became clearer and more courageous. Bristles turned into a well-groomed short beard. The nose, cheekbones, ears and forehead were transformed into a completely different face. After that, the New Winston opened his eyes and stared at his new employer.

"I love to watch the transformation! It's fascinating. Your name isn't Winston now. You're a Turkish guy named Arik. Now go to the bathroom on the second floor. Take a shower. You can play with yourself. Then put on your new speedo and get to work" Winston, and now Arik felt the paralytic spell receded.

"Bana ne yaptın! Beni geri getirin! Türk olmak istemiyorum." Arik slapped his lips in horror. He spoke Turkish?! 

"Don't try to escape.In this new look, you have nowhere to go.Now you can go and do my errands. Oh Yes. I'm the only one in this house will understand your words. Enjoy your new life.” Mr. Turns has retired to his bedroom. 

Arik, almost crying, went to the second floor to take a shower. He washed his new powerful body and played with his new big friend. After that, he fatally put on a narrow red speedo and looked at his new body in the mirror. Now he will have to work in this body gardener indefinitely... Maybe if he works well, Mr. Turns will give him back his old body and his old life?..

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