Resolutions

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.  

New Year, New Bod

(A short one for New Year's.  I wish that I had this curse put on me haha. Happy New Year's Everybody!)

Every year it's the same thing.  New Year's Eve I have to stay in.  The change is sometime painful, sometime pleasurable; usually, both.

See, three years ago, at a New Year's Carnival, a gypsy woman cursed me to experience a new life every year.  She told me I would never die but that I would enjoy many different lives and styles and live in many different places.  The first time it happened I was terrified.  But shortly after the transformation was over, I knew everything about my new life and went on like nothing had happened.  I always change wherever my last body was.  But then I'm magically transported to where the new one should be. 

This was me yesterday.  Jeff Cartright.  I was a father of three who worked at the top of a huge corporation.  I was vacationing with them at out river house.  The change usually starts around 10 pm.  I wasn't very happy with this body.  It was really out of shape, the kids tired me out after work, my wife spent way too much money.  Everything was so stressful.

I knew it was 10 when I felt the starting tingles.  I went into the house under the guise of taking a shit.  I first noticed the tingles on my head.  Hoping that I was growing hair back, I stared in the mirror.  I watched as dark brown hair grew in.  Oh, it felt so good.  My belly started to disappear and was replaced with a still hairy but super hot set of abs.  I was starting to get excited.

My arms toned up and my chest did too.  The hair became straighter and less kinky.  My face started to look younger.  More square and less round.  I felt it and it felt strong.

It was 11.  I was halfway through my change.  My legs toned up and my thighs became gorgeous.  I turned and saw my flabby ass become something crafted by the Gods.

"Oh man, guys are gonna line up to fuck this?"  I said out loud in a youthful baritone.  I guess this guy is gay.  Not a problem.

As the clock struck midnight, I was too busy jacking off in this body to realize that my cock was no longer buried in fat.  Had a nice 9 incher, thick as a coke can.  I looked up and realized I was dancing in a bar.  Men were watching me jack off and throwing twenties and hundreds at me.  I was now, Ben Locke, a dancer at one of the few bars in the US that lets their dancers show off everything and do anything.  Damn, I was gonna get so laid tonight!

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!

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.

I have been working out for awhile now but am still jealous of the roided studs at the gym. I would love to join their ranks and be a roided muscle bro. Can you help?

I’d love to help you.  You put on the golden posing briefs I gave you and feel a strange tingle starting in your shoulders.  They start to get broader and thicker as they swell with strength.  Next is your chest which starts to balloon out.  Your biceps and triceps growing with it.  You wobble a bit as your back gets stronger and your arms can’t fully be pressed against your sides.  You wobble a bit; your upper body being heavier than your lower body.   Your core strengthens as you grow a roid gut pushing your abs forward.  

You have to sit down since your legs can’t handle the weight of your bigger upper body.  Your ass tenses up ass it loses any fat that was once on it and swells with muscle.  Your thighs and calves get much larger and swell to fit into the posing briefs.  You crotch pushed forward in front of your giant thighs.  Your feet grow larger to help you balance your large body better. 

You stand up and take this selfie of your newly changed roid bod.

Tired of Looking So Young Pt. 3

Joe was so excited at what he had made.  He had turned Tom into a hot, beefy 41 year old.  But he wanted someone his age.  He was so horny and really didn't want to wait any longer.  He logged back on to Body-package.com and opened Tom's profile.  He made his final changes and clicked save.  This was only the beginning for Tom.

Tom was staring in the mirror.  Confused, scared, nervous.  So many emotions going through his head since he didn't know what was going on.  He felt the tingle again.

"No, no, no," Tom squeals as he feels the tingle start to spread to his belly.  He grabs some clothes from his closet that don't really fit.  He has a strange yearning to start walking.  He leaves his house and starts to walk down the street.  

As he walks he starts to feel a tightness in his gut.  Looking down he notices his shirt is getting tighter and tighter.  Tom walks faster and faster as things start to look kind of familiar to him for some reason.  He turns on a street and walks up to a random house and rings the doorbell.

An older man is standing naked with his leg on a chair.  He has a military haircut and is completely naked.

                                      "I've been waiting for you, Mike," the man said to Tom as he opened he door.

"Who are you?" Tom asked confused.

"I'm the one who has been changing you.  And has it ever been fun.  You're going to be perfect in about 5 minutes," Joe says licking his lips already noticing some of the changes.

Tom's shirt was about to burst open with his now huge ball belly. He felt a strange itch on his face as he feels a thick long beard growing in.  Body hair starts to grow all over his thickening and aging body.

"What do you mean?!" Tom cries as he starts to get dizzy.

"You picked my package on Body-package.  That means that I get to change you however I want.  I thought I wanted a young jock, but I realized that I would rather have a guy my age.  I am tired of dating.  And you'll be perfect," Joe explains watching Tom, er more Mike's body finish changing.

Mike looks around confused.  His thoughts are a haze as he looks down at his huge belly.  It seems, familiar, but he was a 28 year old just a few days ago.  But that's not right, he met his husband Joe when he was 28.  Husband?  Tom wasn't married.  But, I'm not Tom...I'm Mike?  An accountant.  Desk job always meant I had a gut.  Joe loves my gut.  Especially while he's fucking me on my back...but this guy has never fucked me, has he?

Mike looks at Joe.  "Joe bear?" Mike asks as the new mind starts to take over.

"Sure am Mikey boy, now suck this Daddy cock," Joe grins knowing that what he has created is his perfect bottom husband bear who definitely doesn't look like he's 18.