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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.

This story was made for @casualpatrolperfection I hope you and everyone else enjoys it! Forgive me for being so inactive but life happens you know.

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.

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.

Don’t Bully My Staff

I run a special type of business: dealing with fantasy, the human body, and the love to be served. Before you get a wild idea, it isn’t exactly an escort service, more of a way for men to feel more manly. I have about 30 or so twinkish guys who bring my clients many different things. It ranges from bottle service, butlers, and even go go dancers. I’ve never had an unhappy client, but I have had a few who became too much for my boys to handle. 

I’m protective of my boys, they work hard and I expect my clients to treat them right. If they don’t, well lets say they don’t stay clients for long. Take Aaron Martin for example. He may look good, but inside that boy is nothing but a hot mess. He’s a trust fund child with some sort of complex where he needs to make men feel inferior to him.

I finally had my last straw when he gave Ben a verbal smack down over a wink. I couldn’t continue to watch him treat my staff like this. Ben slunk back behind the bar tears welling up in his eyes. I assured him that I would be taking care of Aaron. Ben watched me add a little powder to the drink much like many of my other guys had. “Please go take this to him. Tell him it is on the house.“ Ben did as requested. I had hopes that Aaron might make amends for his actions. He might even surprise me and do something kind. Sadly no such luck, as usual he snatched the drink from Ben and quickly sent him away. I just smiled as he took a sip of the beer. 

I waited until he was half way through before making my way over. Aaron immediately sat up knowing it was best not to piss me off. “Aaron why don’t you and I have a chat in my office?” He looked confused, but he got up and followed me as we made our way to the back where my office was. 

He stopped being cordial once I shut the door. “What the hell?! You better not be kicking me out! I’ll buy the property and triple your rent.” I smiled at his threats and sat down across from him. 

“See, Aaron,” I said leaning in and putting my hand on his thigh. “I don’t think your threats are going to work with me. I’m not some guy you can bully around.” I gave his thigh a squeeze and he flinched. I was testing his muscle, feeling his thighs bulking up a little in those track pants he always wears. “You know, I’m shocked you didn’t order something more fruity. It is your taste after all.” I watched as he got confused, the beer was almost gone, but now he looked at it in disgust. 

“Would you like another drink?” I asked, requesting something more favorable to be brought by Ben. He gulped, but nodded. Ben wasted no time handing me the drink. “Here Aaron, take a sip.” I handed over the colorful fruity drink and he took that first sip. He let out a little moan and I smiled seeing how easy it was to trick the mighty jock. 

“Now Aaron, I can’t have you treating my boys the way you do. They deserve your respect.” He nodded and I looked up to see his black locks lightening. “See, when you see one of them. You need to smile at them and be courteous. Does that make sense?” He frowned a little, but took another sip. It lightened his mood as he nodded and smiled this time. His face was softening, growing a little bit of his baby fat back. 

The next few sips he took pushed him over the edge. The muscle in his arms dwindled, but it didn’t stray too far as his ass grew slightly. It was time to start changing my tactics. “Aaron, you do understand that you need to make sure the clients are happy.” I waited for his reaction as he took another sip. He was fighting it, but he finally nodded. I smiled as his hair finished lightening into blonde. Not even his father would recognize him now. 

I watched his eyes noticing how he kept glancing down towards my jeans. Everything was going according to plan. The straight jock inside him was slowly losing out as the gay twink stepped forward. “Aaron, can you tell me what you plan to do in order to have a successful career here?” 

Those bright eyes of his lit up at the possibility of a job. “Well sir,” he said in a higher pitched voice. “I plan to make sure every client is treated as best as they can. I am willing to do whatever it takes. I can even shadow under someone if you feel that would be best.” His drink was almost gone.

“That’s a fantastic idea, but lets see how you look in a uniform before I make a decision.” I leaned over opening a drawer and pulled out a thong. “Go put this on.” He reached out taking them without hesitation, his drink empty. “Yes sir! I’ll be right back!” 

He left and quickly made his way back. The drink worked better than I anticipated, his old jock body had rearranged itself to fill him out in the right places. 

“I think we will be a perfect fit, don’t you think so Aaron?” He nodded vigorously giving in. It sucks losing a patron, but Aaron has quickly adapted to his new life. I know Ben is more appreciative as he guy who once tormented him, now follows him like a shadow. I think he even bosses Aaron around now from time to time. Not that Aaron cares, they never do when they decide to join me. 

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.

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 

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