Still Waiting For Help :)

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 ;)

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.

This is another request made from causalpatrolperfection an he also does muscle growth blogs to and so please go follow him.

As you won a trip to Mexico you get sad because of the plane ride from Russia all the way to Mexico. Once you go to the plane to and land you go to your hotel and leave all your things in hotel room. You see this old run down shop and you these boxers that are still perfectly sad in the package and it says on the package “this brief can make you become a man from where your at.

You go back to you hotel room after you were done taking the boxers home. You soon take a shower and go to the beach and take the boxers to put them on at the beach. You get to the changing room and take off all your clothes and put on the boxers leaving and don’t put on your shoe and pants because you want a tan, but that leaves you showing off you skinny body and arms and legs. You soon see people leaving and going home, until it is just you and you soon see that there was a necklace with the package and put it on.

You were about to go home till you felt the boxers sending out heat to your body. You soon see your chest staring to hared and see your your upper chest gain pecs and as your belly get abs 6 pack and you soon start getting taller and you soon felel your arms inflating really big and you soon feel your arms rock hard and then the heat goes to your legs as they get muscular more muscular and you see veins popping around your body.. then the heat goes to your face, as you feel your face getting chiseled and you face getting cheek bones and your eyebrows get thicker.

The all the heat go to your dick and balls. you see the balls go to the size of tennis balls and your dick gets bigger then it was before even though it was big before. You soon feel your cock get thicker and longe. Then your all the heat goes to your butt, as it gets big and soon you stretch out the boxers to look like a speedo. You soon forget your old Russia life and gain a New Mexican life where you don’t know Russia, but Latin. You soon fell horny and you cum in the boxers that now look like speedo. You go in to the water to wash off the cum and see that once you come out your hairs is longer and you are more tanned then usually. You soon see that you are now interested in men instead off women and you wait by the room now and wait for a gay muscular guy, so you horny dick can get some big ass. You still keep the necklace and now speedo, so you can show off your body.

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.

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. 

Hey I am a small Mexican nerd and have always wanted to become a dumb jock with big muscles and only wears jock straps to show off my big dick and while I am rich and gay and have a boyfriend

Dumb Jock, you say? I think I can do something for you... I recently visited the Outland. There I came across a magic shaman well in the most dangerous forest. Water from it, according to local beliefs, is magical and fulfills desires. I dipped into this water stuff that I had on hand: several amulets, sheets of parchment, a ring, a cap and (I couldn't resist) a couple of my jockstraps. And now I want to give them to you. You can wear them right now. Oh, bro, are you okay? You lost your balance. Sit down until your transformation is over. I can already see your muscles starting to swell. More and more. Your mind is gradually erased... You're smelling your new scent: a mixture of sweat, unwashed hair and sperm. You smell awful. What are you waiting for? You just got off practice. You wanted to be a DUMB Jock. So now you're really stupid. Your Mexican roots are slowly fading away. Now you look like a standard American football player: blonde hair, powerful body, huge cock.

All the girls are yours. Oh sorry how could I forget! Now you don't care about girls... Ahhh, I don't think your current boyfriend would approve. You want to know who he is?

 You know him. You've been playing Midfielders on your lacrosse team for 3 years. Here he is. I think you guys need a good chat in the locker room.