For @drpepperdragoon Sorry It Took So Long To Get This Out To You, Hope You Enjoy It.

for @drpepperdragoon  sorry it took so long to get this out to you, hope you enjoy it.

Tyler Hoechlin looked at the suit he was sent, grimacing at the state it was in, not to mention the smell of it was foul, as if whoever had it never washed it, smelling heavily of smoke, and sex. There was no way he was doing the charity event wearing something like this. He lifted the box up, intending to throw it in the trash were it belonged only to have some unseen force tip the box over, the suit falling in his arms from where he had it stretched out away from his body.

As soon as the Santa suit touches his skin, it starts to wrap around him, Tyler startled and shouts in shock, fighting with it to get it off as it tightens around him like a snake. The Santa suit begins to pull itself closer to him, fusing to Tyler’s clothing as he’s helpless to do anything to remove it, until the disgusting Santa suit is completely on him, the hat sealing around his head, as the final touch.

Tyler feels dizzy, the smell of the Santa suit making it hard to think clearly, he tries to pull it off, the suit not moving, despite how baggy it is on him it just won’t come off. He then feels his body starting to feel hot, beads of sweat run down his forehead, stumbling on his wobbly legs, Tyler finds a mirror, watching in horror just as his stomach pushes out, filling out the large front of the red Santa coat, his pecs sagging and enlarge into a pair of large flabby man tits, outlining the top front of the suit as they rest on top his enlarge flabby gut. “Ho ho, What the fuck?” Tyler blurts out, covering his mouth his his hand, feeling this fingers thicken and become larger when he jerks it back away from his mouth.

With his hand removed Tyler sees his stubble turning grey then pure white, growing longer into a beard and keeps growing down, stopping just above his chest, he brings his hand up to touch the white long beard he now has, unable to stop the shuddering moan from escaping his lips as his hand strokes it. His cock tenting the front of the red pants, growing thicker in size as it becomes hard, Tyler’s body half expanding, his ass ballooning out as filling out the back of the pants, Tyler can’t help but turn around to get a glimpse of it, ‘Fucking hot lard ass.’ passes through his mind when he looks at it, thoughts of getting fucked by other men filling his head, unable to push those out as the changes continue.

Tyler’s hair thins under the Santa hat, growing longer and turning snow white, as a pair of glasses appears on his face, the glasses triggering his skin to become withered and wrinkled as he ages up to be the age he looks now, a man well into his 70s, Tyler still freaks out in his mind, but that part of him slowly fades away, his new thoughts overtaking him, as the old Santa bear starts touching himself. Unbuttoning the front of his suit to reveal the thick forest of white body hair covering his torso, running his fat finger through it, humming to himself as he uses his other hand to free his cock, the thick member flopping out of the stained pants as he begins jerking himself off to his reflection.

As he gets himself off a large pipe appears in his mouth, his hand that was rubbing his torso moves to hold onto it, taking deep puffs from it, as if its something natural to him, blowing smoke from his nose as he keeps working his cock. When he feels his orgasm building, his movements pick up, soon he’s blowing his load, and his old self and memories all over the dirty mirror, adding to the cum stains on it’s reflective surface, the house around him changing from a expensive loft in Hollywood to a grimy trailer in the middle of the south somewhere. Tyler Hoechlin the actor forever gone, in his place Trey Harris, a local perform at the gay bar downtown, best known for playing a ‘Dirty Santa’ around the holiday season, which speaking off he should be getting there soon, his act starts in an hour and he needs to get there make sure everything ready, he’s sure the other bears at the club are really going to enjoy his act tonight.

( epilogue. Once at the club Trey turns all the in shape young gay men into chubby cubs, obese bears, truckers, etc turning the gay club into a bear bar.)

The Holy Trinity

Derek and Stiles arguing over what to do with the spellbook they stole from the druid. Derek saying for them to destroy it, while Stiles wants to research it.

Their arguing ends up activating a spell within the book. Forcing the two bickering men together till the magic merges them together.

Leaving them as a new man who sits there in the jeep with a dumbfounded look on his handsome face. Scratching his beard, wondering what the hell that was as he drives off. No recollection of the two men henused to be left in his simple minded head.

Derek being corrupted by a hard hat he was forced into wearing. The hat slowly messes with his mind. Making him forget who he is and everyone he knew prior to this new life as a blue collar worker. While it also molds his body to better match his new arrogant persona he's adopted.

This new Derek contrasting who he used to be entirely. While also more than happy to strip down on a job to show off his muscular physique to certain clients of his.

Apparently if enough people wish for something to happen, it will.  Many TF fans have always visualized Tyler Hoechlin changing into a beast of some sorts. 

Well, this morning, the sexy “Supergirl” and former “Teen Wolf” star woke up with his ears TF into donkey ears… and finds himself braying randomly when he talks. 

This afternoon, his hands fused into a fist position and have started becoming hard. 

“Oh god, what the heeeeehawwwww is happening to me!  Heeelp…. heeeehawwww!”

I hit 2500 followers a couple months and a couple hundred followers ago, here is a little celebration post and a continuation of the Nerd/Jock Redux story.

Chronivac Presents a Nerd/Jock Redux- The Actor

Eugene laid on his bed, the heads of Sam and Dan bobbing beneath the blankets. His massive feet hung out the end and he was gently running a hand across his pecs. His TV was on and playing the latest Spider-Man movie. The arachnid superhero was swinging through the streets of New York, sunlight glistening off his hairy abs and his overstuffed bulge bouncing with each swing. Eugene felt one of the twins gag on the massive head of his cock. He chuckled slightly before returning his attention to Spider-Man, he liked seeing a nerd superhero. It was always these short, skinny or fat superheroes. Former models who turned to acting and now made guys like Eugene feel bad about their muscle bound forms. This guy playing Spider-Man, Tom something was actually pretty good and looked a lot like Peter Parker from the comics. Though Eugene never remembered Peter Parker using his giant bulge to smother robbers.

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In some studio Tom stood atop a New York apartment building, staring out at a green screen while the director and crew fiddled with a camera behind him. His feet overhanging the slabs capping the building’s brickwork as he stood astride the corner of the roof. Clad head to toe in the red and blue spider-man uniform. Just a young actor pretending to be a teenage superhero. Filming was close to finishing and this was one of the final scenes. They’d actually filmed it before, but the director wasn’t happy with it so he’d got Tom to fly back to the studio from London and film it again.

He flexed his toes, his heels hanging off one end of the wall and his toes off the other. Luckily he was pretty well balanced, even though his size 22 feet were barely getting any stability from the wall. Before puberty hit and turned Tom into any other stereotypical nerd Tom had been a dancer, but growing over a foot and piling on thick muscle had ruined that, so he turned his talents to acting.

The fans turned on behind him, the cool breeze making him flex his thickly muscled glutes. The skin tight costume was hugging every curve of his muscle butt, the tops of the cheeks actually partly visible. Originally the costume had covered him completely, but he’d had a slight growth spurt between getting measured for the costume and when he turned up for the filming of Civil War.

Slight, being 6 inches of height and 50lbs of muscle. Plus hair had started to come in. He remembered how embarrassed he’d been when he turned up to the studio with a thick beard and richly forested hair spreading over his abs and pecs. But it turned out it actually fit the character better. Peter Parker had always been a towering mass of hairy nerd in the comics, and Tom’s portrayal had gone very well with audiences.

“Ok Tom, you know how this goes” the director shouted from behind him “Just an good dramatic shot of you overlooking the city you saved from Mysterio”

Tom shook out his massive arms and stood proudly with them on his lean hips to stare out at a green screen. Even though his face wouldn’t be in the shot he was trying to put on a serious smile. The mask didn’t cover his bearded jaw, the higher-ups decided that for some reason Tom’s lantern jaw covered in the thickest beard ever to appear on film was a good fit for the character even though Spider-Man always covered his nerdy beard. The studio went silent and the director called ‘action’. Tom just stood and breathed steadily, he could actually hear the fibers of the costume straining against his slightly heaving pecs.

“Wait….wait… cut” the director shouted

Tom turned his head. His thick bull neck being slightly strangled by the costume.

“Whats wrong” he asked his voice booming loudly even though he’d tried to keep the volume low

“Just your junk” the director said stepping over to him

With Tom standing on the wall his solid ass was face level with the director, with Tom flexing his cheeks in embarrassment. He looked down past his pec shelf to the overpacked crotch resting between his giant thighs. It looked like it always did when he wore the costume, a round lump of animal sized fuck meat.

“Jake, can you sort him out please” the director shouted to one of the aides

A young guy came running over and without saying a word to Tom stuffed his hands into Tom’s pants. Tom could feel Jake’s face resting against one of Tom’s ass cheeks as the guy reached around him to pull at the straps of Tom’s jockstrap.

“We really need to get you a new jock” the director said “The straps are always getting loose”

Tom was thankful for the mask covering most of his face, he could feel his cheeks burning red. Jake’s hands were forearm deep in Tom’s musky jockstrap and were rearranging their contents. One of Tom’s baseball sized nuts was being lightly cupped by Jake as Tom’s deli quality sausage was curved around underneath them.

“Your junk was hanging lower then it should” the director explained to Tom

One of his hands on the small of Tom’s back, it would of been on Tom’s shoulder, but Tom was over 7ft tall and standing atop a high wall. The director would have to be a nerd of the highest standard to even hope of reaching one of Tom bowling ball sized shoulders.

“We can barely have these beach balls you call ass cheeks in a shot” the director chuckled, Jake though was nearly pressed his face right between Tom’s cheeks “Can have those wrecking ball nuts swinging low between your legs”

Jake finally got ahold of the straps of Tom’s jock and was adjusting them to tighten them up. Tom could feel the weight of his genitals rising up, his almost overflowing pouch getting dangerously close to completely overflowing with cock meat. Tom could swear Jake lingered for a moment, he could feel Jake take a deep breath with his face buried between Tom’s ass cheeks.

“Much better” the director said, giving Tom’s ass a firm slap when Jake moved away

Filming started up again and within 5 minutes it was over. Tom jumped down from the wall with a floor shaking thud. Pulling off his mask and tossing it to Jake, the aide passing him a water bottle.

“Thanks” Tom said, staring past his pecs down to Jake

The guy was actually very cute, maybe a year or so older then Tom. He was short and very slim, probably had been an athlete in school, a guy who’d never even look at Tom. But now Tom was a big celebrity, didn’t matter that he was a hairy muscle beast, just appearing in a film had made it like he was a short fatty.

“You’re welcome” Jake said beaming up at Tom “Your lunch is waiting for you in your dressing room, and is there anything else I can do for you”

Jake was biting his lip and gently loosing the straps of Tom’s jock. Sweet relief spread up from Tom’s crotch as his heavy meat was allowed to swing.

“Can’t believe it is actually part of your job to do that” Tom muttered as he started for his dressing room

Jake just laughed, a few steps behind Tom. His short legs not keeping up with Tom’s lengthy strides.

“Well I’m your assistant, you are my job” Jake said as Tom ducked into his dressing room “Wait what” Tom said suddenly turning around

Jake walked face first into Tom’s hairy abs. The warm studio lights had caused them to be slick with sweat.

“Yea, I’ve been your assistant throughout filming, who did you think was bringing you scripts, food, costumes and emptying your trash” Jake said wiping his face clean of sweat

Tom felt himself blushing again. The mention of his trash turning him a bright crimson, everyday of filming Tom’s trash was packed with cum stained tissues. Wanking his massive meat was the only way for Tom to not pop an arm sized boner in the middle of filming, and he’d had to turn to tissues after seeing some of the crew carrying cum soaked towels through the set on the first day.

“I never noticed” Tom said feeling bad

Jake just laughed “Surprised you notice anything with those pecs”

Tom found himself bouncing them for Jake, who’s eyes just went wide. Jake quickly moved past Tom and set up Tom’s lunch. A massive fresh salad, Tom had tried to eat healthy, but the studio ordered him to keep his weight up, so it was salads and protein shakes everyday. Tom changed out of the Spider-Man costume, pulling some grey sweats over his rounded ass. His long cock hanging down one leg. Jake had moved onto cleaning up the dressing room, the small guy struggling to restock the dumbbells onto Tom’s weight rack.

Tom took a seat and started eating. The heavy duty metal chair creaked a bit as he lowered himself into. In the mirror at his dressing table Tom could see Jake sniffing Tom’s jock strap. Jake’s tongue flickering out to lick at some of the still wet pre-cum staining the pouch. Tom’s cock throbbed slightly and hardened down the leg of his sweats.

“Hey” Tom called

Jake dropped the jock and started spluttering out an explanation, his eyes wide at seeing himself over Tom’s shoulder in the mirror.

“Was it you who cleaned out my fleshjack” Tom asked

On the table an XXXXL fleshjack sat somewhat clean. It did look like someone had been scooping out the gooey cum with their tongue. Jake went bright red, Tom’s bearded face pulling up into a smile. He swiped his hand out and knocked the fleshjack into the trashcan.

“Get under the table” Tom ordered, his cock flexing against his sweats