Cold Water

Cold Water

Tim and Daniel are sitting watching the sunrise over the ocean. They want to go spearfishing but Tim forgot to bring their gear, so Daniel decides to improvise...

This is an inanimate TF story.

The sky was heavy with dawn and a looming mist draped over the water in front of us. Tim and I sat together on a rocky outcrop, listening to the gentle lapping of the ocean waves collapsing onto the shore below us. He sat beside me, wearing an oversized hoodie, a bright red beanie hat and black pants, watching the darkness of the sky melt away with the first lights of the morning sun appeared in the distance. A breeze blew off of the water and we both shivered while watching the inky black waves crash and foam below.

“I’m so sorry,” Tim repeated. “I thought I had all our gear.”

Tim had been in charge of bringing our spearfishing gear on this trip. He had packed our bags, prepared our wetsuits, fins, masks and snorkels. I was in charge of the spearguns, spears and floats, and they were all lying on the damp ground behind us.

I smiled at Tim, “It’s fine. Really. I’m happy to finally spend some time with you, that’s all I wanted.”

Tim didn’t return my gaze. He looked down at the soggy rocks and rubbed at them with his thumb.

“I know,” he finally said. “Me too. I was just really looking forward to diving the bay. The fishing here is supposed to be amazing!”

We both paused, letting the moment rest. I suddenly realised something. “Y’know... I might be able to sort something out.” I said, climbing to my feet. “Really? How?” Tim said, looking up at me.

I began to take off my own hoodie and pants, bracing for the cold sea air to wrap around my bare skin. I tossed my clothing at Tim, who playfully tossed it away from me. When I was just standing in my underwear, I took those off too and threw them at Tim’s head. He caught them and tossed them with the rest of my clothing. I stood in front him, shivering and cold, and naked as the day I came.

“Just wait. You’ll like this, I promise.”

I sat down next to Tim and stretched my legs out in front of me. The cold rock against my bare backside was only slightly colder than the air around me. But not to worry, I thought, soon I will be a thick neoprene wetsuit, ready for the cold water.

After a few minutes of deep breathing and concentrating, I felt the changes begin. It started with my toes growing numb and lifeless, flattening and stretching out into rubber flipper fins.

“What the fuck?” Tim exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Quiet. Just watch. You’ll be able to go spearfishing soon,” I grinned at Tim. If he asked any follow up questions, I didn’t hear them. Contorting my face slightly, I concentrated on making the changes happen.

My feet flattened and widened before they grew and stretched out to almost a metre in length. A red graphic sketched itself on the top flat part of my foot. I tried to bend and wiggle my toes but found I couldn’t as there were no bones or nerve endings anymore. I managed a brief shake with my leg and found that the flipper part was very flexible, perfect for diving down deep in the ocean. A plastic ridge formed at the edge of the fin that tapered all the way to the very tip of it, allowing for more flexibility and sturdiness. Sitting with the flippers straight up in the air quickly became taxing on my ankles, and made me long for the changes to the rest of my feet to hurry.

The top part of my foot bulged out and hollowed enough for Tim to slide his own foot inside. Parts of my bone and muscle transformed into a neoprene bootie so Tim’s own feet would not get cold in the freezing waters. With my feet now completely transformed into long spearfishing fins, and no longer able to support themselves, they both collapsed to the side with only a black neoprene bootie peeking from inside. I now sat, footless, on the rocks with a ring of black rubber forming at my ankles and creeping up my legs. The changes continued with the black neoprene ring climbing up my calves towards my knees. As it went, my legs hollowed and flattened. It felt like pins and needles were inching their way up my legs; my skin thickened and then turned numb as the rubbery texture grew larger and larger.

The black glideskin neoprene was rubbery and smooth. Reaching down to feel, it felt very odd under my skin, as my internal bones and blood faded away and my body transformed into thick, spongey neoprene. A 7mm thick wetsuit would be just enough for Tim. I pulled at the material and felt how elastic and stretchy I had become.

As the changes approached my crotch, I lay my top half down on the ground as I would soon lose any ability to keep myself sitting upright. The neoprene at my crotch was not the shiny rubbery glideskin that my legs had become, it was the nylon-covered closed cell style that would allow for more flexibility in Tim’s sensitive areas. I angled my arms and elbows beneath my back and lifted my upper neck and shoulders so I could still watch the changes.

Parts of my hip bone popped and groaned and slipped from my waist, thunking onto the floor as a diving weight belt. A piece of stretchy silicon and rubber snaked through each weight and a plastic clip snapped onto the end. My neoprene body was very buoyant and would make Tim float unless he wore a weight belt to help him dive to the bottom of the sea.

My penis became deflated and flat, but still maintained it’s cylindrical shape and definition. As it deflated and emptied, the neoprene material stretched a little longer, becoming a pee hole for the trouser section of the wetsuit. The trouser part continued to just above my belly button, covering over the place where the weight belt had just appeared. Once above my waist, an entirely new section of wetsuit formed. The jacket section forged itself towards my armpits, but it also continued down to my crotch and legs, overlapping the material from my legs. A white seam wrapped around my waist separating the open cell material from the closed cell. The shiny neoprene rubber went up my body towards my head. A beaver tail enclosure formed at my back and slid in between my legs and two plastic clips popped out from my stomach.

My arms suddenly buckled and gave away, forcing my top half down and making me unable to watch my chest and stomach change. My arms and elbows were next to be transformed into slick rubbery neoprene and hollowed out; without bones to support my neck and head, I couldn’t keep them up.

The shiny rubbery neoprene continued along my arms and shoulders. My hands formed into thick neoprene gloves, with thick material like the rest of my body and velcro adjustment straps that snaked around my wrists. My palms bubbled into a grippy rubber and waterproof seals and seams stitched down the sides of my fingers. Once finished they lay on the ground, lifeless and empty. I instinctively tried to move my phantom hand but was obviously unable to move an inanimate neoprene diving glove.

At my neck, the neoprene completely engulfed my throat and back of my head. The material stopped just short of my face, forming a tight rubber seal that enveloped my ears. It climbed around the top of my head, claiming every strand of hair and inch of skin as stretchy rubber neoprene now. A warm and dull feeling crossed over my head and everything inside the neoprene hood melted into rubber and nylon. A new purpose, as a spearfishing wetsuit, overtook my mind. My lips involuntarily formed an O-shape and every organic part of my mouth melted into back plastic and pushed its way out into a long tubular snorkel. The final change was my eyes which popped out into a glass diving mask, a thick rubber strap snapping around the back of my head and a silicon seal suctioning off of the last remnants of my face.

The mask, snorkel and hood flopped on the ground. I was done changing. I couldn’t breathe or move, but I knew I didn’t need to. I was a wetsuit now and awaited the icy depths of the ocean; my neoprene shell ready to disperse heat and wick away moisture. I was ready for a dive!

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My mouth was still hanging open. One minute we had been talking, watching the sunrise and listening to the waves, the next Daniel was naked, sitting on the rocks in the cold morning air and asking me to be quiet so he could concentrate. He told me to watch his foot and I watched the very tips of his feet compress and flatten and stretch out really far. His pink fleshy skin turned into a black rubber and plastic, and when I reached and touched it, I was able to bend it slightly. His feet looked a lot like spearfishing fins.

“What the fuck?” I yelled. “What are you doing?”

Daniel told me to be quiet.

I watched as his feet continued to stretch and grow longer. The rest of his feet swelled and emptied out. I repositioned where I was sitting and looked closer to see the changes more fully. The inside of the flipper was void except for a black neoprene bootie: his entire foot was gone!

The changes kept going. Daniel’s ankles turned black and shiny, resembling the same smooth skin open-cell neoprene material that our wetsuits at home were made from. The material travelled up his legs to his crotch. Waterproof seams and seals appeared on the sides of his legs. I touched the trousers. They were vibrating slightly, and felt spongey and rubbery. Pushing down on the material, it felt exactly the same as any other wetsuit I had owned, except this one was growing from where Daniel was lying. There was no denying that Daniel’s legs had changed into a wetsuit.

As the changes reached Daniel’s penis I suddenly became aware that my own penis was erect. I pulled down my shorts and began stroking to what I was watching. Daniel didn’t notice as he had laid down on the ground fully. His own penis flattened and disappeared into the black neoprene.

He really was changing into a wetsuit! But not changing into in the way you put one on, I mean he was becoming the wetsuit!

A weight belt thudded to the ground beside him — I guess he thought of everything I would need down in there.

Once the changes got to his chest, I was able to nudge Daniel’s legs and see they were completely empty and hollow. His entire body was changing.

The shininess of the rubbery, black neoprene travelled under his armpits and down his arms. Any body hair was instantly absorbed and changed. His hands switched into thick neoprene gloves, and just as well as the water was going to be freezing!

Once the neoprene got to Daniel’s neck, it moved around the back to form the wetsuit hood. His facial hair and head hair melted and became neoprene, rubber and nylon. His eyes popped out into a diving mask, and a snorkel pushed out of his mouth. With that last change, everything flopped and fell to the ground; empty and cold and without a wearer. There was no sign of Daniel, just a black wetsuit, mask, snorkel and fins.

I came over the rocks and quickly rushed to take offmy clothing. The sea air ripped at my skin but it would soon be covered by Daniel’s new neoprene body and the ice cold of the sea water.

I slipped my feet and legs into the wetsuit trousers, careful to not tear the material. The inside was already lubed and slid across my skin with ease. I put on the booties and tucked the upper part of the boot under the ankle material of the trousers, so as to limit any water getting to my bare skin. Grabbing the jacket, I first put my left arm into the arm hole and threaded it through to the wrist. As I slid the rest of the jacket over my head and down my torso, I felt another vibration wrap around my entire body. My head popped out of the other side and I attached the beaver tail under my crotch. Grabbing the gloves, I slipped them on my hands and bent down for the mask, fins and snorkel. The weight belt was the last thing I needed and was fastened around my waist.

There was a rocky outcrop just beside where we had been sitting that lead down to a secluded beach. I picked up the speargun and floats and carefully treaded down the slick steps. Once at the shore, I took a deep breath and prepared to step into the water. Using a rock for balance, I put on my fins (Daniel’s feet) and slipped the wetsuit hood (Daniel’s head) over my head. I quickly used the sea water to clean out the mask (Daniel’s eyes and nose) before donning it over my face. I stuck the snorkel (Daniel’s lips and mouth) into my mouth and gripped the speargun. The sun was up now and the ocean was flat and calm. The only sound came from the gentle rush of the waves hitting the beach. It was still cold, but the thick neoprene that Daniel had become was going to be more than enough to keep me warm for a few hours.

“I don’t know what just happened,” I said out loud. “But I liked it. I wonder what else you can become.”

And with that, I took a giant plunge into the icy waters.

I'd like to wish being transformed into a really dumb jock, and gross, but like, literal, so dumb i can't even say what 2 + 2 is, and i so gross i constantly belch and fart non-stop cause i think its manly and its funny, could you do it, pleasee?

You want to be dumbest thing walking on two legs. Thats all I read when I seen this. So that’s what we are going to do. People will look at you really question how something so dumb could even exist. As soon as your wish leaves you mouth instantly you tongue acts on it own hanging out of your mouth like a dog. You try to pull it back in but you can’t ! No matter what you do your tongue just seems to be too big you mouth and your jaw squares itself and drops. You look in the mirror shocked. You didn’t think didn’t think it would happen this fast but you can’t deny it. You look dumb. You start to burn up as your body begins to generate more heat than you’re used to and sweat begins to pour on your body. As that happens a puddle begins to form under you from all the sweat dripping off your body and your body begins to bulk with muscle. Your arms balloon out as your chest pumps up. Your abs pull your waist in and become tight forming an incredible 8 pack. Your face begins to itch as a beard starts to grow on your dumb face as your hair darkens. Your arms become hairy and your legs begin to bulk. Becoming swallowed in a furry mass as well. You back widens and you are overcomed with being lightheaded you have to sit down. Sitting in front of the mirror in your own puddle of sweat you can’t help but notice right arm and pec begin to get dark as a tattoos begins to streatch their way up your arms and across your chest. You look down and see a tattoo form on your right leg as your feet begin to swell. You notice that as your feet get bigger your tongue begins to push out more. Lower. DUMBER! Your pants begin to get tight as your package seems to be connect to your feet to. The bigger they become the larger your member becomes. Your feet stop ground at a sweaty size 17. Your body is massive now. Dripping sweat. Your veins are bulging from all the mass you’ve gained and your skin even has a tanned color to it.

But even though you look dumb. You said you wanted to be DUMB! Like the definition of full blown dumbass. And intense migraine moved across your head as you brain cramps. Losing the ridges that hold knowledge. Smoothing out as you become a literal dumbass. But I’m not cruel. I’ll leave you able to function. Unable to read. Unable to do anything other than lift weight and be a dumbass. You belch signifying lift off of your new dumbass life. Not even aware how stupid you are. I’m not even sure if you remember how to walk with how dumb I’ve made you but a muscle body like needs to crawl anyway. You’ll repeat simple sentences but anything complex you’ll have a glazed look pass over your dumb face. Instantly lost in all the confusion. Even yelling like a wild animal because of the dumbass you’ve become. You manage to stand up and stagger as your stupid brain tries to understand what you’re doing. A loud fart shoots out of your tight bulbous butt while another burp comes out. Still sweating and pumping out some serious Bo. You’re going to be a sweaty gas machine. To dumb to do anything and impossible to learn anything. Enjoy the new life you big dumbass.

Hi, can you make me please a twunk with a aura? That even straight guys want to fuck me...

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Remind me again what a twunk is? A muscular twink? Okay, I can work with that. Let's get started.

First of all, shorter. You have to be shorter. With a big mess of dark hair, an angular jaw and a young face. You need a stud in those ears too. Just the way Daddy likes it.

We'll plump your muscles up. Not too big though! How about some popping veins? Look at your arms bro, you like that?

Okay, lift up your shirt and do something sexy with it. Yeah! Just like that. Perfect.

And now why don't you try a pose or something. Yeah you can put it in your mouth, why not. Great, and flex!

Go on, get out of here bro. You have some weights to lift.

Who am I? What is this blog? These are some questions you might be asking. I’m just a guy who likes transformations. I’ve been writing my own for about two years. I started with inanimate TFs, but I am branching out to MtoM stuff.

This blog will be where I post my own writing, and occasionally reblog some stuff I wish I had written. I hope you enjoy my work. Feel free to ask me to transform you. One by one, I aim to transform every guy on the planet into a massive, muscle beast. You could be next, even if you’re unwilling.

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Thanks for reading my work.

Hey man. I’m trying to get big, but it’s slow and I wouldn’t mind if you used your powers to help. I’m 170 lbs rn, but I wanna be a muscle stud. Would also love to be able to turn other guys to muscle boys for company too

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Welcome, welcome. Let's have a look at you. You're scrawny man. I can make you bigger, much bigger.

Feel your pecs and chest and shoulders push out. Go ahead and adjust your posture. Your veins are popping, your stomach is tightening, your arms are bulging. Your pecs are still growing bro, they're getting rounder and bigger and YEW! Take a look at yourself now. Is that big enough for you?

So good that I wish I had written it!

Two sides of the same coin - MVP

"Come on! That shot was easy! Even a baby could have done it, even Cedric here!" Buck shouted in full voice.

Cedric tried to crawl into the plastic seat he was sitting in even further. If there was a dictionary entry for "cringe", there would be a picture of his father right next to it. The older man had been drinking heavily since noon, and when he wasn't shouting about how much better he was than everyone else, he was busy humiliating Cedric. Sometimes, like right now, he even managed to do both at the same time.

His dad, Buck, was the very definition of a redneck. From drinking during the day to the pickup truck he drove, everything about that 40 year old man fit together to form one big cliché. He was loud, drunk and always ready to pick a fight. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that you were doing something wrong or that you should try harder. And of course, he was always better than everyone else, at least in theory. The very definition of the Dunning-Kruger effect.

Cedric, on the other hand, was nothing short of a nerd. He had been raised by his mother after his parents divorced when he was three years old and was a smart guy. With his 20 years, he was already half way through university and working towards a Master's degree in computer science. But all that meant little to Buck. He couldn't stand anyone who wasn't as dumb as he was, and he especially hated nerds. Of course, another thing that made their relationship difficult was that Cedric was gay - a fact that Buck knew and constantly made fun of every chance he got.

Every now and then, Cedric tried to better his relationship with his dad, like today, where they went to a hockey game together. Cedric hated every second of it. The mind-numbing sport, the shouting, the drinking, the cliché male atmosphere... and of course his father. Well, it was halftime already, not much longer to endure.

"Hey, are you listening, boy?" Buck's pronunciation was slurred slightly, as he leaned closer.

"I said that I need to take a piss!" Buck said more loudly than necessary. "Come!"

Cedric didn't know why he had to come along, but he groaned and followed his father.

Since it was halftime, there already was a long line of men in front of the public restroom.

"See, that's what I'm talking about, they don't teach you the useful shit in your fancy school." Buck grumbled and pointed at the line. "Now look at them. They're all waiting their turn like good little boys. And they're gonna miss half of the game. Come on, this way."

Buck led Cedric through maintenance corridors until they arrived at a door, which he opened with a grand gesture.

"But this locker room here is never ever used. The players are all out in the field now and the door is always unlocked. If I were the manager here, I'd fire the janitor."

Buck shrugged his shoulder and walked to one of the steel urinals on the wall.

"You stand watch while your old man does his business!"

All of this made Cedric really uncomfortable. This was basically breaking into an area they were not supposed to be in, and he had to stand here and watch over his horrible dad.

Something on the ground caught his attention and he bent down to pick it up. A curious coin was lying on the floor. He pocketed it to show it a friend who was into collecting later. Perhaps at least something positive would come out of this.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by his father shouting loudly: "What the fuck!"

As he looked over, he saw that Buck was looking down at his crotch. At first, Cedric thought it was some kind of bad joke, but the surprise seemed genuine. Curiosity got the better of him and Cedric looked over. At first, he didn't understand what was wrong until he saw his dad's cock. It was really big, really dark and really stiff. Cedric didn't know why Buck was so aroused all of a sudden, but then he noticed something was clearly wrong. As he was watching, the stiff member got even darker and, more importantly, even longer. It was growing out in a frightening speed and looked less and less like flesh by the second.

"What's going on? Hold on, I'm gonna call the ambulance." Cedric took out his phone and cursed under his breath. No reception. Then he froze. The hand that was holding his phone was wrong. It was not his hand, but it was much bigger. His whole body was tingling weirdly, as his frame shot up in height and width. All of a sudden, his clothes felt tight and uncomfortable, and Cedric struggled to get out of them.

"What the hell?" He muttered, as he watched himself grow larger quickly. He was still wearing his jeans, but they were too small for him now. He quickly pulled them off and threw them away before he looked over to his dad again.

The older man had his own troubles. His cock had grown to at least 75 cm length by now and was obviously made out of blackened wood. The tip was larger and bent. Overall, it looked like a hockey stick that was firmly attached to the older man’s groin and just finished growing into the full size.

Just then, a clacking noise was heard as something fell down to the ground below Buck. He looked down to see a hockey puck between his legs and his face went white as he grabbed between his legs with his left hand.

"That's my balls! That's my freaking balls!"

Meanwhile, Cedric's body was becoming more and more muscular. His bi- and triceps grew huge, and his legs got stronger with firm muscles as well.

A slight coating of hair grew in on his pecs that became more manly and impressive by the moment. Impressive was also a good word to describe his crotch! A large cock and balls surrounded by some curly manly hair hung proudly between his massive legs.

Meanwhile, Bucks cock had finished transforming into a hockey stick. His clothing dissolved and revealed a most unusual sight: The skin on his upper body was getting redder, unnaturally so. However, below the waistline, his legs turned a bright blue. His whole body puffed out and looked more and more like synthetic fabric, probably polyester. His head on the other hand, became red and shiny metallic with his face forming into a protective metal grate.

Buck's crotch, which was already cock- and ballless turned into a protective cup, complete with jockstrap.

Cedric could only watch in shock as his former father collapsed to the ground, now nothing more than a heap of protective gear for a star hockey player. A hockey player like... Cedric? Cedric held his head, which squared out into a manly, rugged face. Yes, that seemed right. He needed to hurry, halftime was nearly over. He needed to get back to the ice, to bring his team to victory!

Cedric briefly wondered why he had stripped completely just to use the urinal, but he finished pissing quickly and got dressed again.

The bulky hockey uniform that was once Cedric’s father felt proud of his son for the first time as he tightly wrapped the large masculine body. His son was a star ice hockey player, and his job was to protect his body and be his tool - a task he felt most useful and content in.

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