Soooo Hooot...

soooo hooot...

Awesome Find

Tyler is an average 19 year old guy with some pudge on his frame and blond hair. Today his outfit was a pair of cargo shorts, some white low top Adidas, and a red plain t-shirt. He always wanted to fit in with the skater and surfer kids at his school along the coast but he never could get into shape. He got out of school early on Friday and decided to walk home instead of taking the bus like he usually does. Tyler decided to do some sightseeing and went over to the concrete runoff where he usually hangs out throwing rocks and such. He walked on passing a couple little bridges that go over when the one closest to his house had a random suitcase lying there. Tyler became curious and thought he’d take a peek inside it. “There’s always a chance of good stuff” he thought. Tyler unzipped it and was hit with a wave of musk coming from the clothes, he pulled back in disgust then came back after seeing the hot clothes. Tyler was never attracted to anyone so he never knew his orientation but when he saw the clothes he popped a boner and wanted to put them on. “This is wrong, I can’t just wear some nasty clothes out here or even change in public.” Tyler was conflicted but he ultimately gave in to the pleasure of wearing the clothes. He decided to kick off all his clothes and go naked as he grabbed the skinny jeans. Tyler searched in the suitcase for underwear but found a pair of nice musky boxers that he held up, sniffed, and moaned as his 4 inch cock was twitching. Tyler put them on and the jeans as he found the sneakers and noticed there we no socks, he shrugged it off. The sneakers were a size 11 while he usually wore a size 8, he didn’t care as his curiosity and pleasure tookover. The last thing to put on was the tight t-shirt and cap as he put them on and twisted the cap backwards. He started to feel a bit dizzy, he fell back but the concrete wall behind him kept him standing. His cock started to throb and get hot, he whipped it out and could tell something was wrong. “Wh-what the hell is going on bro?” Tyler covered his mouth as he never said bro and wasn’t raised like that. “Fuck dude I’m so horny, mmm I gotta jerk huhuhuh!” Tyler is scared but his overwhelming horniness and pleasure is making him not care as much. His hand starts stroking his cock as he sees it grow right in front of him, he also feels his arms, legs, and practically everywhere ache. “Unnfff fuuucckk dude!” Tyler moans out as his arm muscles start to grow replacing the fat and becoming a bit toned, even his stomach and waist fat is going away and showing abs. “Bro I look so fucking hot and my fuckstick is gonna get me all the guys huhuhuh!” Tyler shook his head, this can’t be him he isn’t gay or this muscled or have this big of a cock for all his friends to suck on. “No no no! Get out of my head!” Tyler sees his cock grow to 5 then 6 as his horny skater self starts to take over, he feels his feet and legs start to tingle as his upper body stops changing. “Bro my feet are gonna be worshipped by guys all day huhuhuh!” His feet grow from size 8 to 8.5 to 9 as they crack and stretch becoming musky along the way. “Fuuucckk they smell so sweet, I wanna lick them all over!” Tyler’s old self starts to fade away into his cock which is now nearing 7 inches and growing to 7.5 real quick. “Huhuhuh this load is gonna be massive dude!” Tyler’s new mind is Ty the skater as his feet finish growing to size 11 just about a half inch of wiggle room along with his cock being almost at 8 inches. “Bro here I cuuuummmm!!!” Ty squirts out gallons of cum out of his newly transformed body and 8 inch cock. Tyler is now a bunch of cum on the concrete, he enjoyed his last minutes though hehe. “Bro gotta get back to the beach, my friends wanna have an orgy huhuhuh!” Ty put his cock away somewhat and ran over to the beach, he’s enjoying his new life.

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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.

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 # 3 "Max"

"The library closes in 15 minutes, Please Leave the books on the shelves in the designated places..."

Max shuddered at the sound of the speaker. He fell asleep on their pupils and quietly snoring. He needed to sleep before tomorrow's lectures, but he really wanted to go to his Dorm. These dumb jocks-the neighbors will once again mock him.  They call him the nerd and the glasses. That's true. Max was always a scrawny nerd. Even at 19, he looked younger. He had big glasses and a shaggy MOP of brown hair. He was dressed only in shirt and trousers. He's never been very dressy. He was shy and timid. It was his weakness. 

Max collected books and carried them to the shelf. And then I saw something on the floor. He picked it. It turned out to be a brochure about the work. 

"Are you tired of your life? Have you always wanted to earn a lot and live in a beautiful house? You have such a chance. Mr. Turns gaining a maid at his country mansion. An advantage for young people. Your age and appearance are not important. Payment is very generous. Accommodation and meals at the expense of the employer. Arrive"

Max was on edge. He's fed up with his life. I wanted a change of scenery. He decided to go and get the job. The very next day Max came to the address he had read in the brochure. A huge mansion with an excellent fountain and a well-groomed lawn. Apparently here has tried a good gardener. Max rang the doorbell. Nobody opened it. Max called and knocked for minutes, but there was no answer. Then he decided to come in the back. He rounded the mansion and went out to the backyard. There was a huge pool and a cute pool fight that cleaned the water with a big net.

"Excuse me, where can I find the owner?"Max Asked. The boy raised his head, looked at max and began to say something.

"Se vayan. No necesitas esa clase de trabajo. Él es un mentiroso. Se burla de ti, te convertirá en un pimpollo y obligará a trabajar!" Said the pool boy.

The guy turned around sharply, frightened. Before him stood a Man, much his higher. Dark hair was the color of resin, without a hint of gray. He looked like he was 40 years old. His beard was nicely trimmed. He was wearing a tracksuit and he had a towel around his neck. 

"I guess he just finished training," Max thought.

"You've come about the job? My name is Mr. Turns. I can offer you a job for me. Do you mind if we come into my kitchen? I have to drink a protein shake."

Max went into the kitchen followed by the host. 

"I read your brochure in the library. I'm bored with my life. It's the truth. I want a change of scenery and a place to live besides my Dorm..." 

"Nicely. I can offer you to be my cook. I'm tired of cooking for myself. You'll be working in this very kitchen. Sit down. I'll make myself a smoothie. " Mr. Thurns took the fruit out of the fridge and shoved in their mixer, added the powder and started mixing. Max looked around the kitchen in bewilderment. 

"But I never could cook, sir. Maybe you can find another job for me?"

“Don't worry, handsome, you'll learn quickly, just sign the contract." Mr. Turns handed max a Sheet and a pen and started drinking a cocktail.

"Handsome? He called me handsome?" Max thought. But the surprise with which the owner of the mansion gave him a contract forced max to sign it, almost without thinking. Mr. Thurns took the contract. 

"And now the most interesting, handsome Max. You have to match your position." the Man clapped his hands and his eyes lit up blue. Max looked at it and couldn't move. He could feel his ass growing on the chair. His pants felt narrower as his hips and legs began to increase. Shoes were torn apart. 

"What's happening to me?"тMax screamed in horror, still not moving. 

"Only beautiful models work in my house, Max. And only foreigners. I need employees who will stay with me for a long time. Who can not go back to a past life, because no one recognizes them there."

The buttons on max's shirt started to fly off in all directions when his chest started to swell. His abs became clearly visible. The biceps swelled, tearing the sleeves. His back was expanding, pumping up his muscles. His clothes could not stand his onslaught anymore and fell on the floor with scraps. Max remained only in his underwear, which barely on it has rested. His humble 5 inch cock has grown to a powerful 9 inch. Now Max was like those bullies who humiliated him. His face began to change. Acne is gone and hair has taken the form of hairstyles. He became blond. His lips were slightly swollen and eyes changed color to dark brown. The nose, ears, chin and forehead were reconstructed, creating the face of the classic model of clothing. Max could move again. 

Mr. Thorns threw him a purple t-shirt and black sweatpants. "Don. It'll be your work uniform."Max was so shocked by his transformation that he silently obeyed the order. "And take this cap. We don't want your beautiful hair falling on the food you cook." Max put on his head cap. Immediately his head was filled with new memories of the recipes of delicious dishes and cooking. Max looked at himself in the reflection of the metal door of the refrigerator. His mouth opened in shock.

"Qu'est-ce que vous m'avez fait?! Quoi ?! Pourquoi je parle français?" Max said.

"I think French cuisine is considered to be the best. You can get to work. Dinner's coming. Make it superb. By the way, your name isn't Max anymore. You're Valentine. The excellent Maestro of French cuisine.” 

Mr. Turns went to the pool to swim before eating, and Valentine began to wash the vegetables and cook dinner. That's his job now...

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