Jeff

Jeff

I couldn’t stop him.  I tried my best after he told me what the thing in the box was.  People had been ordering it like crazy and Amazon was sold out for months.  I don’t know how Mark had gotten a hold of the Chronivak.  

The Chronivak is a crazy device you hook up to a computer and then you can change anything about anyone within about 200 meters.  People had been turning people into animals, part animals, muscle gods, models.  It’s been insane.  There are even some reports on the news of people being turned into toilets and clothes as punishment. 

I’m Jeff, Mark’s roommate.  We didn’t know each other before we moved in together.  I had just graduated from college with a degree in nanobiology and needed a place to live where I got my first job.  I looked on Craigslist and he needed a roommate.  Mark is gay and I’m not but I don’t really mind.  Besides, he said a skinny nerd like me wasn’t his type.

After the box arrived, Mark promised he wouldn’t do anything to me.  But I started to notice some things that felt…off.  One day I woke up and had a small neatly trimmed beard.  It was nice and all filled in.  I could never grow one because it was always patchy.  

The next day I woke up and my clothes were all too short.  I had always been about 5′6″, but I must be like 6′2″ now.  Nothing fit.  Mark smirked every time he saw me.  I knew something was up.  But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about it.  When I saw him, I felt subdued.

The third day my upper body was larger, more muscular and the beard had become long and shaggy.  I could feel it touching my larger chest.  My voice had also gotten deeper.  I had to say something before this got out of hand.  I knocked on Mark’s door and he said I could come in.  

When I walked in I saw it, the Chronivak app on his computer screen.  On it was the current version of me.  He turned around smiling.  

“Please Mark, whatever you’re doing stop sir.”  Why did I call him sir? I couldn’t help myself.  He just continue to smile.

“Well Jeff, I already decided what the last step for you is, and I was going to wait.  But might as well finish you slave.”  He says as he turns.  I try to use my longer legs to stop him but then they cramp up. 

“I had pained turned off Jeff, but I can’t let you get to me.”  He says as I fall to the floor.  My thighs and calves burned as the muscle quadruples in size.  I felt my ass swelling behind me as the shorts and underwear I had on broke apart at the seams.  

I laid on the floor a new man.  Everything changed about me except for my cock size.  Even though I was average, it looks ridiculous wedged between my giant thighs.  I covered it up as I sat up the pain still lingering.  I looked at Jeff and he stood in front of me with his cock out.  I stared at it and felt a need.  A desire…

“Suck it,” he said.  After sucking him off my brain felt fuzzy.  I was only here to service Master Jeff.  Clean, work out, suck and get fucked.

Requests?

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Jiggly

Mark and I had paid for this service and was really hoping that it wasn't a hoax.  They told us to undress and to get in the shower an just enjoy it.  There were all these packages listed on the ad: jock, biker, bear, daddy, twink.  We asked what we were getting and they just pushed us in the water.

I felt my body growing and aching.  I looked over at Mark and saw his hair falling out of his head.  But he was getting tall and buff.  Too bad his cock had gotten so thin and small.

I looked down at myself and saw my skin had a slightly tanner tone and was getting rather buff itself.  I felt strange pin pricks as I got tattoos on my arms and I guess my ass.

"Well look at dat ass!"  I heard a strange voice say.  It was the new Mark.  He slapped it and I put my hands back to jiggle it.  It was so big and bubbly.  Perfect for fucking I thought as Mark started stroking his new thin cock!

Resolutions

Hey everyone. thanks again for following my page.  One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to post on here more consistently.  I’m currently at 242 followers, I would like to get it to 1,000 by 2019.  If I get to 1000, then I might also consider trying the Patreon thing (not sure about that yet).  But first I need to get on a more consistent posting schedule.  

So to start this year off, I remember seeing a post about Chroniweek.  Someone wanted to start a tradition in the tf community on Tumblr where we write a post about the Chronivak the first week.  

Russian Shirt

"Come on out stud!" yelled my boyfriend as I slipped the weird shirt he bought me on.  He said he bought it from a Russian gypsy.  It's supposed to make you into some kind of sexy Russian or some non-sense.

As I slipped it on, I felt a massive heat coming from my chest.  It started to practically inflate into a shelf of pecs.  It spread out to my arms as my biceps turned into two softballs.  My arms got a darker coating of hair and inflated some.  I could feel my abs tensing as they become some nice abs.  My legs got super thick and I had some hot thighs.  My hair turned black as I grew a nice and thick beard on my face.  

My face rounded out some as it became that of a cute Russian mans.  I walked into the bedroom and flexed for my boyfriend.  He gave me a cocky smirk and said, "Can't wait to see what's under those briefs, Comrade."

Cubby Oso

This was me.  Before the curse.  My name was Tom.  I was hot, sexy, gingered...popular.  I loved High School.  So what if I picked on some people I shouldn't have.  That doesn't mean I deserved to become someone completely different, does it?  I guess I'll start at the beginning.

I was walking from first period to second period and the group I called the "Chubby Mexis" walked by.  God, they were all so fucking fat and gross.  I made fun of them almost every time I walked by them.  I pushed one down and my friend laughed.

The leader looked me straight in the eyes and with a weird look in his eye said, "Tú que nos toma el pelo todos los días se convertirá en un oso como nosotros por el final de la escuela."

"Fuck you too buddy. Learn to speak English," I said as I pushed him against the locker and punched him in the gut. I didn't care. The principal wasn't going to give me detention or suspend me. Football star.

Lunch was weird. I was way hungrier than I usually was. Must have been from that awesome as fuck practice this morning. I thought as I started grabbing all of the crappy burritos and terrible tacos that the cafeteria had. I ate the in a flash and just wanted more. I spent all of my lunch money for like two weeks.

My shirt seemed tight but I figured it was just from eating all that food and would work it off at practice after school. As I walked to 5th period from lunch, my jeans felt super tight. I walked into a bathroom and noticed that my jeans were skin tight and my shirt was riding up my stomach. I looked in the mirror and it looked like my hair was shorter and...darker?  

"Es no posible," I said looking in the mirror. "The fuck did I say that for?" I question as I decide to try and continue my day.

I was late for class and my teacher barely recognized me for some reason.  I guess I looked a little swollen, I thought maybe I need to do a cleanse or something after eating those terrible burritos.  I sat down and heard a RIP.  My jeans finally couldn't take it.  But that wasn't what my classmates were laughing at.  They were laughing at the giant fart that covered up that sound.

Some how, I made it through the rest of my classes unscathed.  I held my gas in and kept pulling my shirt down.  I ran down the hall as soon as the bell rang and walked into one of the less used restrooms.

What I say in the mirror horrified me.  My red hair was gone and in its place was short, black hair.  My face was round and my skin was all more tan.  My shirt was torn on the sides and my gut was huge.  I had man boobs sitting on top.  My legs were thick and my hands were pudgy.

"Estoy muy gordo!" I shout out loud in Spanish.  Why Spanish?! I start freaking out as it gets easier to think in Spanish.

Just then the Chubby Mexi's ringleader walks in.  He smiled at me and grabbed my belly.

"I like it.  Welcome to the Cubby Oso's gordito."

From that moment on I was no longer Tom.  I was Josue.  And the other Cubby Oso's became my boyfriends and my gang at school.  I really miss football and being me.  But damn, I love a hot verga.  I mean no, I love pussy...my oso pussy.  Ugh, I hate what they've made me.