Hi I Would Love If You Could Transform Me Into Your Stupid Foot Slave.

hi i would love if you could transform me into your stupid foot slave.

Clean Slate

“What do you want to be in life?” I ask you as we relax at my place at the end of our date. You give a rather non committal shrug as I peel off my socks and rest my feet on the living room table.

“Huh. No career ambitions? Artist, scientist…cleaner?” I smile at you as you approach and sit across from me, scrunching your nose slightly while the scent of my feet wafts over to you.

“N—no. I guess not.” You reply sheepishly, your eyes leaving mine as they lower to my large feet.

“I’m sure we can find your place in life. You probably have lots to give. Talented at many things. Such as…cleaning.” I sway my feet back and forth on the table as I watch your eyes follow them. “Just keep watching.”

“Huh?” Distracted, you don’t even look away. My feet and their movements were utterly fascinating. “I—I don’t…”

“Cleaning.” I repeat bluntly. “I bet you’re good at cleaning.” Your back bends as you naturally feel yourself lean forward, your head lowering slightly as my feet take up more of your vision. I hear you take a tentative sniff, your eyes glazing over.

Cleaning.

“Cl—cleeaning.” You slur as a bit of drool slides from your mouth. I give a little snicker as I witness you lick your lips. Your head begins to sway along with my hypnotic sweaty feet. Mirroring it’s motion. The smell at this point was incredibly overpowering, burning away your feeble inhibitions. My feet are fucking your mind, my toes pushing to the back of your skull. Reshaping your soft brain like playdoh. Back and forth. Back and forth…

“See, I’m not so much looking for a ‘boyfriend’. Too much maintenance. But I’m sure we can find a use for you. Cleaning clothes perhaps? Maybe bathroom cleaning? No. Cleaning…feet.” I look down and validate you with a smirk.

Cleaning. Feet.

“Foot cleaning. Yes, yes I think that’s your place in life. A mindless foot cleaner. Cleaning my rank feet. You’re very skilled at it.” I assert, placing my hand on your head and guiding you closer. “It’s okay. Some of us are meant to improve the world, some of us are meant to be productive members of society. And some of us, some of us are meant to lick the space between men’s toes.”

“I…no. Please.” You plead as your face enters my feet’s gravitational pull. The musk flowing up your nose and swimming around your emptied, foot fucked mind. They smelled just as you suspected they would, of feet. Your attention is captivated by a bead of sweat on my sole. It didn’t belong there, there on my perfect feet. You feel an impulse growing. A need. You needed to…needed to…

“Clean.” I answer for you. Making everything suddenly fall into place. It just made sense. “Clean my stinky feet.”

You shudder, any hint of resistance fading in an instant. Your mouth obediently opens and your tongue glides down the length of my sole, picking up all the sweat and grime that gathered from our long walk. The taste is sour and foul but for some shameful reason, that stirs your cock. You didn’t want this, but not wanting it made you so unbelievably hard. My feet had successfully hypnotised your mind, conditioning you to kneel at the mere sight of them. Seeing my sole was the only trigger needed for your mouth to water, for your thoughts to dissipate. For you to become no more than a rag to wipe my feet clean.

“Always glad to see someone enjoy their job so immensely.” I bend forward and pin a little badge to your shirt. The two words printed on it in basic typeface describe your entire existence ‘Foot Cleaner’. Now no one, including you would be confused about your role in life.

“Cweeann siiir.” You moan with a mouth full of my flavourful foot cheese.

I laugh above you, flexing my arms as you perform your job. “Good boy. Good foot cleaner. Lick every inch until they’re glistening with your saliva. Aren’t you happy I helped you find the height of your aspirations at the bottom of my feet. Dumb idiot.”

“Yusss, thank you sir.” You wanted to be a good obedient boy for master.

“Shut up and work.” I shove my feet into you, rubbing them across your face. “I expect my feet to be spotless slave. You will be here every evening from now on to fulfil your duty. And then you will pay me for the privilege like the pathetic foot slut that you are.”

Do I make myself clear?

He was doing the photoshoot for a friend. The photographer was nice when they talked over texts and the few phone calls they had. It made him feel not as nervous about the photoshoot. He had never done anything like this before, so he anxious, but also excited.

He knew he didn't have the model looks, but he also knew he wasn't unattractive.

'This could be a fun little experience.' He tells himself as he walks into the photographer's studio.

The two men make small talk as he's told to dress in the attire the photographer picked out for him. He was a little confused since they hadn't mentioned anything about him needing to change his wardrobe. As far as he knew, this was just supposed to be a non-professional sort of thing.

He doesn't protest, though, since the outfit wasn't anything crazy. Just simple grey pants and a button-down shirt. Although as he dressed up he noticed how the clothing was a few sizes too big for him. He says as much, but the photographer tells him it's fine.

"I'll make some edits if need be." He says.

With that, he finishes getting dressed and walks over to the backdrop that was set up.

"Okay, give me a nice big smile."

"That's it!"

"You're doing great!"

"Hold the pose. Perfect!"

Each praises and click of the camera stirs something in the young man. His anxiousness just evaporated. He grew more confident, seeming like he had done this many times before. The clothing that was a little baggy on him starts to fit around his growing body. The young man's lean body frame gaining in size with the amount of muscle he was gaining after each photo was taken.

His face that was clean shaven before itches while black hairs sprout along his sharpening jawline. He rubs a hand over his new beard, shuddering over how good it felt under his touch. While he grew more muscular, the young man lost a few inches in his height. Making him a little under average with his height.

To close off the photo shoot, he does his favored and signature pose. Grinning at the compliments, the photographer gives him. With th photoshoot concluded so too was the young man's old self. Now, he was a confident, more attractive model. Eager for his followers to see these new photos of him.

Another way to help a bro turn on over to the goon mutant side.

"Bro my dong its-!"

"I know bro, don't worry I'm inside ya."

"What man I don't understand. It feels so good but bro this is that-!"

"I know it is bro I know. I'm one of em, thought this would be the best way to turn ya to. How we usually did it."

"What man you're in-infected too! No I can feel my nuts! c-changing!"

"Shh I got ya bro. Lemme stroke ya dong, up and down greasy donger dude!"

"N-nuh fuck man...."

You press your lips to his ear. Whispering gently as you let your infectious pre seep into his cock. Squeezing tightly, not to stop but to really hold him close. Hugging him. Letting your new skin affect his. As you whisper, your breath flows into his nose. Bringing him to breath in your strong essence, filling his mind with a sense euphoric and immense pleasure.

"That's it I got you bro, your musky bro got you man. Hehe so go ahead and goon for bro man. Goon for bro. Just start drooling and let your brain just go crazy."

"Fuck you doing to me man. You're inside my penis man, you're in my mind. No I feel you in my nuts, I feel it-!"

"Yeah man keep feelin it all over you. In your brain, in your your peni- no wait; in your nuts. Let me infect you bro. Mmmmmm hehe!"

"Fuck man fuck fuck fuck fucm OH fuck man oooooh ooooooooh my balls. Oh fuck you're gonna make me blow man!"

"Do it. Sperm all over, sperm your new load all over yourself. While hold you tight with my big Ole arms bro.

Your bro's language goes from whimpering, moaning, to growling, and howling in under matter of seconds. Under your new infected power. You held tighter as you felt the flow of his sperm edged ever closer to his complete transition. You focused nice and deep, long and hard into connecting with virus inside his nuts. Making his balls swell further, yet pushing more and more pre for his cock like it were a broken water pump. Your friend had been howling and wailing from pleasure you had been putting him through. Going as far as to affecting his prostate.

Leading him to pressing deeper into huffing your musk, and thus causing his nose to leak snot and the like. A goon like expression would form across his husky face. A large grin from ear to ear, and deep chuckle. He could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at you. Looking peaceful and happy with this, and so were you back at him. Still grinding your face against his.

"Thanks bro, fuck I wanna blow so bad please. Please bro I feel it so fucking deep!"

"Hehe sure bud. Here let me help yah really release."

Suddenly your buds body arches aggressively, whincing, twisting, gritting his teeth. Coming howl once crying out once more. His balls jumped and throbbed, before sending ropes and ropes of faintly glowing seed across the room, before you point it to his face. Each load that his face he would swallow, and each of those woukd bring him deeper and deeper into this new existence he would face.

The ropes cum would sit on his already hairy and torso. Seeping into his body hair and growing. Making him moan a little more afterwards. His cock finally coming down and laying on his new carpet of chest. Not before leaving with a growth of new length, traveling up to his nipple and dripping with pre.

Both of you, your friend in particular exhausted from this session. You turn to him asking how he feels. Seeing him look on down at his nuts. Looking at the two swollen masses, then his dick. About the size of his forearm, and his hair. Enough to suffocate someone in its warmth and new smell.

"I feel...great bro fuck I feel good I could...go again haha. Look at my dick man. It's so big and slimy hehe."

"Yeah you look good now, there's really more to this than where that came from hehe. You'll be looking like me in no time. "

"W-well man what're we waiting for ah haha mmpf. I wanna be looking like you bad mmpf so bad.

"Yeah man. You want this!"

"Fuck yes man! I swear on the new dong dangling, and dripping between my legs I-I wanna grow into yah. I wanna swallow whatever this thing is, right out from your tanks."

"Hehe got me really stiff now. That was only the introduction. Okay bro come and pucker up, and get a sweet taste and down as much of my dirty sperm as yah can."

"Oh I'm gonna man, I'm so horny my body it needs more its hungry for something."

"Eat up then, it's dripping just for ya brother. Open wide."

Your friend now swallowing your dong. Would go on to connect with you through this bate ritual. The rest of night would go on as you would pump him full of your mutant jizz. Prompting him to fully converting. Full of overwhelming joy and arousal. As you continued to full each other's brain with lust, penis, and pursuit of gooning.

Whooooweee fuck that was intense. Didn't think these feet would stop growing fuck. They're real big now like, 13 or some shit. Damn putting on these socks really did some work then.

Thought they were sweaty before, boy now they're soaked, and I up and ripped through the damn socks. Now the smell is just floating around. It smells...real good hehe, fucking didn't think I could smell this much. This strong either, it feels good. But can't have all this power to myself no. Gotta rub these on someone's face I- I gotta give to them hehe. Gotta spread it mmmm.

Spread my footstink...

Out To Pasteurize

Calvin learns the side effects of Bro-science first hand after accidentally drinking some Raw Milk.

Read some real mind numbing takes about drinking unpasteurized milk and here we are! Hope you enjoy, in other news I’m going to throw up the post announcing the Viral Transformation participants soon! -Occam

Having been priced out by rising rent at his old place Calvin was in quite the pickle. Fate smiles upon him however as his sister’s ex, Derrick, is in sudden need of a new roommate. They run in quite different circles, Calvin the sort to stay in and read while Derrick probably has more hours at the gym than some people spend awake. Though as he’s lacking any other options Calvin is more than happy to move in with the jock. Time spent working out is time out of the apartment and Calvin has always enjoyed as much personal space as he could get.

As hoped, the living situation is not too bad at all. Derrick stays out of Calvin’s hair and he has more than enough time and space to work from home. There are few better relationships between two diametrically opposed people than one with only incidental interaction. Their lives together are not to continue without a hitch however as one unfortunate morning Calvin runs out of coffee creamer and rather than just drinking it black he decides to sneak some of Derrick’s unlabelled milk.

He shrugs as he’s sure his roommate wouldn’t mind, they’re quite amiable and Derrick’s always offering him protein powder and trying to get him into the gym, spotting him some milk is surely equivalent. Hearing his roommate’s bedroom door open he quickly pours a bit more than he meant to into his cup in a rush to get the bottle back into the fridge surreptitiously. Sure, Derrick wouldn’t mind but Calvin would prefer to not have any interaction on the matter if possible. He stirs in the milk and grimaces as it brightens his coffee to a far lighter shade than he typically prefers.

Derrick wanders into the living room, still halfway pulling up his shorts before stretching as he prepares for his favorite only pastime. Calvin smirks behind his mug at pulling off the pettiest larceny one can imagine before he takes a large gulp of his coffee. As soon as it hits his tongue Calvin is struck with a taste incredibly vile, and yet one that demands he drink more. As such he is torn between spitting up and forcing it down. In the end he’s just able to swallow it before the aftertaste of milk sour and spoiled spreads through his mouth. Regretting his decision he begins gagging. Seeing this Derrick quickly runs over shouting in concern.

“Yo bro! You good!? Do you, uhh, should I call for help!?” He stands behind and puts his massive arms around Calvin’s torso, preparing to do whatever he thinks the heimlich maneuver is. Feeling the warm body behind him as steam rises off his smooth, slowly swirling, mug of coffee Calvin pauses as he realizes in the commotion the taste is gone from his mouth. He feels the hot coffee settle in his stomach and at just that moment he is overwhelmed with a creamy sweetness unimaginable. Inches away from breaking one of the smaller man’s ribs Derrick feels his body stop struggling and go limp with a small groan, “Uhhh ye- yeah? I’m okay. I’m good.” His hands go to his head as he feels the tinges of a headache begin to come on, involuntarily he licks his lips and his eyes dart back to the mug.

Derrick backs away and returns to the other side of their kitchen island, his eyes still painted with concern and adrenaline making his hands slightly shaky, “Promise you’re good bro?” Calvin nods as he far too quickly convinces himself that that rotten taste must have been in his head. He just wasn’t expecting the milk to make his coffee taste so good, yeah. That’s it. He takes a second sip and lets it sit in his mouth, as he tries to make out the taste. It almost seems thicker than heavy cream he thinks, coating his teeth in a thin film as he swishes it around before swallowing. Calvin pauses and bites his lip before deciding to just level and ask what kind of milk it is as the desire to use it again later begins to stew. “Hey I, uh, hope you don’t mind Derrick but I used your milk for creamer.” 

Concern immediately vacates his roommate’s eyes as they grow wide in shock, he opens his mouth to respond but clearly the slow-turning gears in his head can’t quite decide what to say. Not even an Uhh spills out as he stands there. Seeing this Calvin speaks up to try and keep it light, “sorry if that was an overstep, um, dude. Though it’s some of the best I’ve ever had! If you wouldn’t mind telling me what kind it is I’d love to get some myself! Is it like heavy cream? No way it’s a non-dairy!” Calvin takes another sip and lets it again dance on his tongue, he can barely taste the coffee underneath as the milk’s creamy taste grows more prominent by the second.

There is another pause. Derrick’s eyes follow the cup and he grimaces before swallowing hard and bucking up. “For sure for sure lil’ bro. Uhhh, promise you won’t be mad though.” Calvin tilts his head and Derrick responds before he has a chance to swallow and respond, “It’s from my guy at the gym. It’s um, raw milk.” Calvin’s brow furrows quicker than a heartbeat as he hears this. His mind races with memories of the brain-rotted arguments he’s read from the most barbarous gym bros about drinking the bacteria ridden garbage, for quite literally no good reason. After that, memories flash of health reports that followed soon after, detailing the bird flu outbreaks in the community. Despite this, and despite himself, he doesn’t immediately spit take. Try as he might his lips open slower than his throat as he swallows yet another mouthful of what he now knows to be unpasteurized poison.

“What the fuck?” He says quietly, staring daggers into his roommate who is shaking his hands and head quickly. “Nonono bro bro just chill! My trainer fuckin’ swears by this stuff and he’s completely fine! If you saw the results you’d be- Uh? Dude?” Derrick pauses as he sees Calvin start to raise the cup to his lips again, he had just intended to inspect it bit. Give it a sniff or something, but it’s like his body’s on auto pilot. His hand tilts the mug and his mouth falls ajar. His throat similarly opens unnaturally as the whole of his cup, only just cool enough to drink, pours straight down his throat. His eyes widen in fear as the desire to drink overpowers every rational thought crying out for him to stop immediately. 

Slamming the mug down after essentially shotgunning his surely pathogen filled cup of joe, Calvin finds himself frozen in place. Clutching his mouth he’s lost in thought as everything in him begins to accelerate. Chugging his coffee seems to have filled him with even more energy than usual as his mind races even faster than his accelerating heartbeat. He struggles to focus on any meaningful course of action, and couldn’t possibly come to the idea to induce vomiting to eliminate the source of whatever this hysteria is. Instead, he’s struck with a deep rooted need to move, to sweat, to work hard. He is immediately twitchy as every individual muscle in his body has an urge to stretch, to burn, to grow.

This desperate need is clear on his face and when he looks up to see his hitherto antsy roommate Derrick, he simply smiles wide, wordlessly understanding what is about to happen. Calvin can’t hear whatever he says over the buzzing in his head, but as Derrick brings out his smallest gym clothes he’s able to put two and two together. Filled with impulse alien and energy unbecoming, still clearly driven by whatever strange autopilot that brought the raw milked coffee to his lips, Calvin finds himself getting ready for a horrible gym session with his roommate.

Concern at just how bizarre this situation is falls by the wayside as he feels the soothing burn of stretching. Thoughts and worries of being sick vacate immediately as he instead focuses on whatever’s going on in his body. Mumbling to himself about needing to stretch more, he allays the discomfort in his stomach as he sees just how excited Derrick is about finally getting him to go to the gym together. “Bro let’s go! Your first pump is gonna be killer! Especially after having some of my trainer’s special stuff!” He adds on, slamming his massive hand into the back of Calvin’s shoulder with enough force that should send the typically meek man sprawling.

Instead Calvin simply stumbles forward a single step, grunting as he rolls his shoulder and flexes his arm. The burn from the smack swiftly transitions to the burning soreness of exercise, before even lifting a weight lactic acid sears through his arm and veins bulge down his bicep. Calvin turns with a cocky smirk, arm raised in a bicep flex and Derrick stands beside himself with excitement, he shakes Calvin by his shoulders, “Brooo! Let’s run! We gotta make the most of your first dose!” While his body races with energy his mind slows and his eyes glaze over, not quite able to understand whatever Derrick’s implying. At any rate the two men race out the door. Calvin trails quite far behind at the start but with each surging step forward he feels himself picking up speed as his legs begin to bulge larger.

Once inside Derrick immediately sends the newbie through the wringer. Mind clouded, he’s putty in the expert’s hands as he’s ushered into machines and through techniques he should be struggling to complete. Instead every lift, every push, every pump, sends pleasure immeasurable through him. His body burns. His body grows. Gritting his teeth as his biceps fill the sleeves of his shirt and for the first time muscle begins to amass on his flat chest. Derrick’s mouth may as well be watering as he sees Calvin’s insane gains. His own pulse accelerates as he pushes Calvin well past what his breaking point should be.

“Fuck bro, you look fucking killer!? No way this is your first time at the gym.” Derrick says through a smirk as he positions Calvin at a mirror so they can take some thirst traps. Awkwardly posing as he begins to feel a comedown from both his workout and whatever concoction he unfortunately enjoyed, Calvin feels some sort of sense begin to return to his mind. Seeing himself shirtless in public he feels his lungs take brief panting breaths as he begins to hyperventilate. Inspecting his reflection he’s thrown off course, he does look killer. That’s impossible!? That’s not how working out works right? He leans in close to see pecs have somehow bulged onto his chest. Traps above and arms that could lift more weight than he could previously dream at their side. He balks as he sees his body has somehow become something beyond admirable.

He typically prides himself on his rationality, but as he sees these impossible changes he knows there can only be one cause. He gulps as he looks at his first workout partner wandering off into the gym, feeling an emptiness in his stomach that there is now a desperate need to resolve. He needs more. Calvin’s eyes continue tracing every new powerful curve of his body while he waits for his roommate to return. Somehow two steps ahead of the usually astute Calvin, Derrick returns hiding something behind his back, “Guess what I got bro!” Calvin’s breath catches in his chest as he stares at his roommate with hunger newfound.

Derrick tosses him a bottle with a smug smirk at having totally convinced the man on raw milk. Catching it, Calvin doesn’t hear the recommendations offered or see the look of shock on the jock’s face as he opts to down a good chunk of the quart then and there. “Woah bro?” Wiping milk off his face with a sweaty arm he releases a burp louder and deeper than he would ever have allowed himself to do this morning. Derrick pats him on the back once more with a laugh. Excited at having another bro to workout with, he doesn’t spend a second questioning the changes in his roommate as his stomach bloats and his pecs almost seem to grow weightier immediately. 

Returning to their apartment Derrick talks Calvin’s ear off about macros and strategies that Calvin agrees to without even half-listening. Feeling the not quite cold jug of milk in his hand he knows he has everything he needs already. While it filled him with energy inhuman this morning, drinking it after a workout has unearthed new sensations. Under his new bloated abs he feels his cock begin to stir in his pants, only now realizing that he’s wearing borrowed compression shorts he notices that he is already chubbed up. Feeling his dick stretch against the nylon fabric he bites his lip as his balls pulse beneath it. Seeing him adjust his gait Derrick fully looks down to see the man’s package suddenly bulging through his shorts.

He laughs loudly as he addresses the not-quite elephant in the room. Eyes glazed over even more now that his growing balls have arrived on the scene, he doesn’t quite hear Derrick explain the broscience behind NoFap. Converted already on drinking raw milk he continues nodding along as his balls do their best to demand his attention and immediate release. 

Crossing the threshold into their apartment Calvin feels himself tempted to already throw in the towel and enjoy the fruits of his new labor. He’s heard that masturbating after working out is a heady delight, or perhaps it was the other way around. He puts his head in his hands, groaning as there’s a drive in him to stay strong. Sitting on his bed he realizes a lifeline in self-control that sleep presents and simply lies back. Whatever happens while he’s unconscious is out of his hands he thinks with a smirk as sleep finds him quicker than it has in years.

His new changes continue their advance while he rests in dreamless sleep. Calvin squirms as his new chest immediately begins to strain the tank he threw on before hopping into bed. His pecs grow at a rate quicker than anywhere else on his body, nipples growing from the pinpricks they’ve always been into half-dollars that will rarely be hidden behind a single layer of fabric. 

Well, his pillowy pecs aren’t outpacing every part of his body. Hidden in musky compression shorts he didn’t have a chance to change out of, his balls swell to produce hormones for a man twice his size. Hair prickles up from his pubes, creating a dusty treasure trail, and out from his pits, to one day connect with a forest on his chest, as testosterone production soars higher than that of lumberjacks and the most macho military men. Morning wood pushes against his shorts and he moans and rolls over onto his stomach and clenches at the sheets.

His unconscious form moves with a ferality as he humps his bed with power that continues to grow greater by the second. In his own bedroom reading workout guides, Derrick looks to the wall in shock as he hears his roommate’s bed frame creak. Feeling his own package cry for attention he decides he’s earned a break as he treats himself to his own petit mort, imagining his twink of a roommate bulking up over time, he begins jacking off to his fantasies. Totally unaware as the man’s body in reality is already exceeding his dreamed expectations. 

As Calvin finds release, moaning loud enough for Derrick to hear his voice deepening, stubble begins to stain his face. Likely to never leave for long at all. His cock had jumped out of his waist band during his mattress humping session, leaving cum stains smattered across his new treasure trail. After this release his balls return to overdrive and begin to churn once more, filling him with desire and drive that will get him through his next workout, milk or no milk. Though given his apparent addiction to the stuff it is clear which way he would prefer.

Calvin isn’t quite sure what time he went to bed or what time it is now that he’s woken up. His morning routine of drinking coffee and getting straight to work abdicates to be replaced by his chugging whatever of Derrick’s miracle milk he can find. Seeing it still dark outside he isn’t deterred as he downs a glass of raw milk before pouring a thermos of the ambrosia for the road. Raring to go, he grabs his roommate’s workout bag and beats feet to get another steamy session in at the gym. 

Something within Calvin tries to speak up in existential fear of what has happened to him, what he is becoming. Slowing his jog he is struck with a migraine. Grunting as he picks back up speed, he feels his balls pulse and his bloated torso flex as every step towards the gym brings him closer to pleasure and fulfillment he’s never neared knowing before now. The voice in the back of his mind grows quieter and rapidly feels itself losing ground, after all hasn’t he always wanted to be this kind of guy? Who wouldn’t. His pecs bounce with every step, his new larger nipples scratching against his tight shirt as his chest aches to grow larger. 

He sneers at the early morning receptionist as she tries to check him in and she rolls her eyes, muttering something about asshole bros before returning to her cellphone. Hearing that as he continues striding forward, massive chest raised, the final meek part of him remaining grasps at its last strands. He’s not a bro. He's just a normal guy. So what he’s started to hit the gym, it’s not like he’s some dumb oaf, right? He struggles to hold this should be truth as he sees a shirt he should be drowning in hang off his chest, exposing his lowest row of abs and a treasure trail he’s never come close to having before. He avoids looking at his defined jaw underneath a beard that should have taken him years to grow. All the while he desperately fights against the mind-numbing urges issuing forth from his growing cock and bulging balls.

Making it to the locker room he immediately loses his shirt and looks at his reflection in full. Seeing his milk-bloated stomach he flexes his muscles and just as soon pauses thinking about who he is, who he is supposed to be to instead watch as every part of him bulges larger. Hungrily staring at himself his thoughts slow to a crawl, befores stopping altogether as he methodically stretches and flaunts every muscle group in turn. He hasn’t even touched a weight this morning, and yet at every movement his body seems to expand and bulge larger. Biceps peaking higher with every flex, thighs strain his pants and his calves burst larger with every raise and stretch. He licks his lips as he sees individual strands of muscle on his pecs cramp and grow larger, doing so he tastes the nectar that delivered him this deific form. 

The voice of his past self goes completely mute as his mind slows to such a crawl he’ll be lucky to ever perform actions with more than three steps again. The idea of excess certainly doesn’t cross his mind as he tears into Derrick’s gym bag looking for the packed flask of his potation. Can’t have too much of a good thing, he thinks without thinking as he immediately brings the flask to his mouth and chokes down as much as he can stand. Raw milk trickles down his face as he truly becomes the type of man he has always loathed. Unconcerned with hygiene or social moors, unwashed and apathetic to anyone around him. Why should they matter anyway he thinks as his pecs bulge larger as milk trails a path in between thickening hairs.

His stomach bulges larger as he consumes more milk than anyone should have in a week. He groans as his throat bulges with the haste at which he’s downing his miracle elixir. Thankfully he’s already torn off his shirt to ogle himself or it would have burst clean off as his stomach expands. His heavy pecs bloat even larger as they rest on his new gut. Clouded spit drips down his chin as he sits down and blankly stares ahead, saliva mixing with sweat that is increasingly covering his body from the exertion of putting on mass. The locker room bench creaks underneath him as weight it should take a lifetime to produce just pours onto his body as the last dregs of his mind, his true self, slip away. 

His swollen stomach swiftly bursts the waist of his pants as fat and muscle struggle for real estate on his new form. Veins bulge down his meaty arms as his biceps rival the size of his head, now supported on a neck the size of a tree trunk, framed by weighty traps on either side. He guffaws as he sees his cock fully exposed in the locker room and goes to cover it with one of his massive mitts, struggling to do so just as any pair of pants would from now on. There's the sound of fabric exploding and he looks down to see his feet already more than eclipsing the now torn soles of his tennis shoes. He scratches his thickening beard as he tries to figure out what to do. Slow as he may be he’s pretty sure the gym will kick him out if he wanders around the gym nude.

Digging through the pile of Derrick’s clothes he realizes all the clothes within were dirty laundry. Shrugging as that’s no longer a concern for him he finds a pair of sweat-stained shorts and throws them on, smirking at the feeling of his cock freeballing in the tight cotton shorts. No chance he’ll find a shirt large enough to cover his godly torso he doesn't even try. Why would he want to cover his pride and joy anyway. Scratching at his chest as the hair across his torso thickens into a pelt he smirks before switching to fondle his package and flex at his own reflection. 

Calvin feels pre drip down his leg as he immediately grows hard and swears he can see himself pumping larger with every heartbeat. He isn’t sure how long he stands there getting off to his own power before his roommate arrives to the locker room shouting, “Brooo! I was wondering where my gym bag went huhuh!” He runs over and gives his bro a bear hug  before trying to lift him, neck bulging as he fails to get the now behemoth even an inch off the ground. Calvin laughs loud enough for the eyes-rolling receptionist to hear as he moves to easily heave his now less massive roommate in the air. 

Derrick blushes airborne before smirking and playfully squeezing the titan as hard as he can, similarly apathetic to the filth covering his roommate’s hairy body. After the man holding him high stops laughing Derrick speaks up, “See I told you that milk was the stuff huhuh!” Moments pass while Calvin stands with mouth ajar, as he will for a few seconds anytime his slowchugging mind deigns to try and speak. His voice is a rumble as the dull words fall from his slack-jawed mouth, “Uhhhh whatever bro. I’ve uhhh, always been about drinking that shit.” Punctuating it with a rather bullish nose exhalation as he sets the man down and pouts.

His roommate rolls his eyes and ruffles his short sweaty hair as he knows when to let the big guy win an argument. “Sure sure bro. You wanna head in there and get even fuckin’ bigger?” Derrick sees Cal’s cock bob in his shorts like a dog’s wagging tail at the idea of a workout. He grunts in the affirmative and Derrick pats him on the back to usher him forward. The two men then set off to the races, Calvin now taking point. Never to be the bright one again, nothing remains in his mind to question why he knows all he does about working out. 

Rarely would any adrift shred of his past self stumble through the dense thick fog of his mind. If they ever do they’ll find themselves part of the new Cal soon enough anyway. It’s of no matter who he was before he was king of this gym. He doesn’t even need bro science anymore as he continues to grow larger au naturale. The two men become icons at their gym, every day showing the ropes to men who dream to be a fraction of what they already are, and every night returning back to their apartment for some steamy well-earned cardio.

Flame On

Timothy was going to be something special. At least that’s what he’d always have dreamed of. Ever since he could remember, he always wanted to be a scientist. Whereas most people would’ve gone out of the astronaut or scientist or fireman stage in their teenage years, Tim found himself rather good at holding onto his dreams. Stubbornness and ambition had created the perfect cocktail of the unrelenting scientist, so much so that everything in his life took a step back compared to his work.

Even himself.

He didn’t mean to ‘lose’ himself, but when he was spending 50-60 hours in a lab every week and getting by on ready-male noodles and coffee, he wasn’t exactly healthy nor did he look it. A pale and gangly man in a white lab coat, he tended to get sick, deal with headaches and generally not look after himself. But all that didn’t matter when he stood in the heart of the bustling laboratory, surrounded by rows of advanced equipment and monitors displaying intricate data. His passion for science and technology drove him to push the boundaries of innovation, and today's experiment held the promise of a breakthrough that could revolutionise energy generation. It was years in the making, from even before he was born. But now he may have finally found the breakthrough to create infinite energy and practically save the planet, like some kind of superhero.

As he meticulously adjusted the settings on the console, preparing for the start of the experiment, he got more focused. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as he neared the culmination of his tireless efforts. However, within the controlled chaos of the lab, an unexpected anomaly emerged unbeknownst to Timothy in his tired state. He’d stayed up all night to do this experiment, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him now. 

“This is Timothy Hawkins, okay this is…9th August 2024…let’s see how this goes,” said Timothy out loud for the recording. “Testing our infinite generator, nicknamed Flame, converting heat into electricity…3…2…1…Flame on!” 

A sudden surge of energy coursed through the generator, causing lights to flicker erratically and the room to shake. Tim looked up and around, shocked as he felt himself almost losing his footing, having to grab one of the lab tables as his heart raced. Before he could do anything, he saw that the generator was  a blinding glow enveloped him. At first Tim thought it was an explosion. Maybe the generator overheated. Maybe one of the circuits malfunctioned. But he realised that if it truly was an explosion, then he was either very lucky or very wrong, because he shouldn’t have been able to even think or contemplate if his lab had just blown up.

He should’ve been gone, turned to dust. But he was still thinking, still standing, he opened his eyes as he glanced around confused. Instead a great heat washed over him in waves, tingling and pulsating through every fibre, every cell, something seeping so deep into him that Tim almost thought the heat was coming from within. 

“What on earth?” Timothy looked shocked at himself as he began to feel his muscles starting to grow, his pecs inflating and biceps thickening as suddenly there was a tight blue spandex beginning to form over his arms. “Oh fuck!” He continued to feel the spandex starting to form down his arms as they began to slither over his chest. Hairs began to grow on his chest, swirling on his growing inflating as his own two pecs were continuing to grow hairy and hotter, making him feel so much pleasure ricocheting through his system as his nipples grew perky as the spandex covered over them. 

It surged up and down, the source of the heat seemingly in his core, where it began to reshape and redefine his abdomen. He could feel his abs tightening, the muscles contracting as they started to grow and thicken. With each breath, the change became more pronounced — his once pudgy stomach from a lifetime of junk food and unhealthy eating was now developing deep grooves as his abdominal muscles swelled into a sculpted six-pack.  

“O-Oh my-” Timothy blushed as he couldn’t believe how good it felt, to feel the muscles growing, the heat from within his chest spreading all over his body as he looked down. The skin stretched taut over the firming muscles, revealing the chiselled contours beneath. Each ridge and valley of his abs became more pronounced, the deep blue spandex conforming to the newly developed muscles. “N-No I-” He moaned again as he could see his hands beginning to sweat and stretch, just as he was thinking of trying to press his fingerprint to the sensor and get out of the room. But try as he might, his fingers had changed too much that the sensor could only read:

FINGERPRINT NOT RECOGNISED.

O-Oh god what was the emergency code again?! He thought to himself as he tried that, but by then it was too late, his hands having grown, the spandex climbed over his arms and suddenly fitted his hands with dark leather gloves. 

They were so large and growing that as he tried to push in the code, he accidentally pressed two numbers at once and failed. Just as he was thinking of trying again…the pleasure got too much as his cock throbbed, starting to make him leak his memories and he realised…he couldn’t even remember the code anymore.

“Oh god I gotta- N-No!” Timothy moaned as he tried again but to no avail, the code was definitely wrong and he couldn’t remember. The spandex continued travelling down, trapping the heat in his body as his ass was the next to change, inflating into a perky bubble butt whilst more and more memories of being a scientist and the trip into space that gave them their powers in the first place. He moaned and staggered, gripping onto a table as he felt his ass continuing to grow out, inflating and enlarging whilst his thighs were the next to grow muscular.

Time seemed to stretch and part of Timothy wondered if it was something to do with his failed experiment, if there was some time dilation happening then and there. At least he was still thinking scientifically, but he couldn’t stop himself from the overwhelming surge of sensations as pleasure continued to ricochet through him. His entire body tingled with an electrifying current, as if his very cells were undergoing a metamorphosis, changing and warping as the DNA within him was changing. It was a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving.

The heat travelled around to his cock that began to thicken and lengthen, his crotch practically on fire as pubic hairs grew around his now eight inch cock.  His thighs thickened, the muscles expanding and pushing outward as they became more defined, bulging with strength. The deep blue spandex stretched tight over his growing quads, clinging to every curve and contour as his legs took on a more massive, muscular form. 

“Oh goooooodddddd-”

Timothy couldn’t even think straight as the intense heat pulsed downward, flowing into his feet. A tingling sensation began to spread from his toes, growing stronger with each passing moment. His shoes tore apart, the seams splitting apart as the toes lengthened. The soles continued to stretch, as if being pulled by invisible hands, sweating as brown hairs grew atop them. Before he knew it, the spandex material reached down over his feet and morphed into dark leather boots that hugged his muscular calves and large feet.

Gasping for breath, Timothy staggered backward, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience, still not able to think of ways to stop whatever was happening to him. The generator shouldn’t have been able to do anything like this. All the while his senses heightened, and a surge of vitality surged through his veins, rendering him acutely aware of every shift within his body, only for him to feel his intellect shifting. It wasn’t as if he was growing dumber but more like his memories were dissolving and turning into something else, making him grow more into astrophysics than anything to do with energy generation.

In that moment, he became acutely conscious of a subtle yet profound change. His clothes felt constricting against his shifting physique, the fabric straining over muscles that seemed to expand and ripple beneath his skin. He reached up to adjust his glasses out of habit, only to realise that…he didn’t have any glasses. Not anymore. And then with another blink, his memories shifted to make him realise he never had glasses. That he was always this tall. That the growing muscles and biceps of his were always there.

Timothy tried to move, but he was disoriented, the room moving about like he had vertigo and in any moment he’d fall onto the wall or drop onto the ceiling like gravity was reversed.

His face continued to shift and churn, almost as if the skin was boiling like the surface of some heated water, becoming malleable. His cheekbones grew higher, more apparent as the fat from his face melted away. His nose widened and lengthened slightly whilst his lips grew larger and fuller. In the blink of an eye, his irises turned to a dazzling baby blue. His unhealthy and thinning hair began to recede, becoming a buzzcut. All the while as he felt his face, he was too distracted and finally the vertigo got tohim, making him fall back. Tim’s jawline grew all the more chiselled and his cock continued to throb, again and again, the pleasure soaring to new levels as the heat in his crotch continued until finally.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna-” 

Cum rocketed out of Timothy’s inflated member, spraying the insides of his new spandex outfit as he writhed on the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and shut tight as the pure bliss of orgasm was beginning to invade his mind and with it, he was losing all his old self as it began to drain out of his cock.

A surge of panic coursed through him, like he had woken up from a dream as Timothy suddenly sat up…He could still think…He could still…

Johnny examined his hands, watching in astonishment as wisps of flame flickered to life at his touch. The flames danced along his skin with a mesmerising yet controlled grace, casting an orange glow around him. 

It was an incredible sight, simultaneously beautiful and terrifying and scientifically impossible. 

Until now. 

His body was somehow conducting its own energy. He couldn’t believe what had happened, dregs of his old self still around as the heat trapped in his spandex and supernaturally warm body had already evaporated the mess he had left in his spandex. 

The last parts of Timothy caught his reflection in a nearby monitor, revealing a sight that defied all logic – he had transformed into Johnny Storm, the embodiment of the Human Torch from the pages of comic books and movies that had once been his refuge. 

Johnny’s breath caught in his throat, unable to comprehend his experiment that had somehow rewritten his very existence. But then again, there were weirder things in the universe, at least according to what Reed was always going on about. He grunted in surprise and felt like his voice was now deeper and with it, came a whole newfound charisma that made everything just so much more exciting and smoother coming out of his throat. Johnny started to blink as more and more of his memory and real self was finally coming to him, a cockiness and intrigue as he stopped looking so shocked in his reflection and instead was admiring himself in his spandex as he smirked.

“God damn…” Johnny murmured as he looked at his flaming hand and continued to watch it. “Just wait until Reed gets a load of this, that smart ass won’t know what hit him.”

For some reason there was still the dregs of doubt that came around, like Johnny was forgetting something. But he was sure if it was important, it’d come back to him. Right now  what he knew most was that he was one of the best heroes that there ever was.

“Flame on!” Johnny uttered as flames raced across his body and he began to feel power and pleasure ricochet throughout his entire body, ready to go out there and show the world the Human Torch. 

And of course he was smart enough to know just how he might be able to create the perfect conditions to make the rest of his team, starting with Reed.

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