It So Hard To Act Like A Masc, Straight, Conservative Jock Around My Dads Family, Being Gay And A Twink...

It so hard to act like a masc, straight, conservative jock around my dads family, being gay and a twink... I just wish be able to stop acting, any help?

"Well, the solution is quite simple. It's like your boyfriend always says : the red-blooded alphas in your family, they don't think with their brains, they think with their dicks. And since you're so eager and willing, i can easily make that happen for you."

"But because i'm not evil, as some may assume, i'll even give you an out in case you choose to opt out at any point. You can decide to stop whenever you want and i'll transform you back to normal. The only thing you need to avoid is cumming because that'll make the changes permanent. Got it ? Easy right !"

I snap my fingers and you start feeling light-headed as your blood flow redirects downwards to your enlarging dick. As your train of thoughts comes to a halt, it suddenly clicks. Your boyfriend was right. You just needed to think with your dick huhu. You felt a surge of confidence as all your anxiety and insecurity drained into your balls. You felt so free for the first time ever.

"Already satisfied ? This isn't even the best part yet. Let's give you a body that matches you new bro attitude." With that, your entire body blows up in brawny muscles all at once, filling out your formerly baggy clothes. With all your inhibitions gone, you started flexing and slapping your new powerful muscles to show them off.

Your body now looks like that of a broided out jock with a personality to match. Unfortunately all the clothes you currently have are those you used to wear : baggy clothes that hid your entire body. Before, you would never have thought so much as to show an inch of skin. Well that wouldn't do anymore.

Your wardrobe gets updated with more revealing clothes, matching your newfound confidence. Tank tops, under armour shirts and tight fitting tees are now part of your regular look, as well as jeans and grey sweatpants to perfectly showcase your bulge. And your new look wouldn't be complete without one crucial accessory : a red MAGA cap.

It feels weird to wear it at first considering how much it represents everything that you stood against. It felt wrong. But that was the old you talking. The one who worried constantly about how other would perceive him. Well he wasn't in charge anymore. So you did what you do best now, you started thinking with your dick, letting it guide you.

Gradually, your common sense and critical thinking skills dulled. You realized that it truly didn't matter what others thought about you. It was just a red cap, and if that offended them then .... then ... they were just a bunch of snowflakes !

That's how it began. Wearing your MAGA cap became less of a neutral stylistic choice and more of an intentional display of your political allegiances. It didn't happen right away. It grew over time inside of you like an insidious red corruption, slowly turning your blue liberal values of inclusivity and understanding into patriotism and bigotry.

Eventually, you saw it as clear as day. What the values of a real man were supposed to be : conservative, God-fearing, gun-loving and proud to be American.

With those mental changes came your new breeding tool, gradually enlarging as your core values got perverted. You'll need it to put little white babies in the wombs of all the women who will want you to fertilize them with your strong alpha genes. If you decide that you want this life for yourself of course.

You feel it right ? All your faggotry has drained into your balls. Your former boyfriend was now a distant memory. The only thing you can imagine putting your dick into from now on are a hot bimbo's thick lips and tight pussy. And with that needier cock of yours, you'll need to drain your balls inside hot chicks constantly.

Some of them will call you a toxic white male, but deep down you know that they'll all be begging for you to impregnate them with your patriotic white dick. And with your new God given duty to propagate and spread your seed, you'll have these bitches lining up for their turn outside your place.

So, how do you feel ? Pretty fucking swole i reckon ? Well show off those strong all american beefy muscles for me bro.

Hell yeah, that'll show those libtards. Oh your new look ? Well any respectable american's favorite colors to wear are camo and stars and stripes of course. And with your MAGA cap permanently screwed to your head, from now on you won't be caught outside not advertising your love for the military and your country to the entire world.

You're finally the son your father always wanted. A masculine male, physically powerful, strong-willed, proudly republican and most importantly, heterosexual. Your entire family was shocked at the transformation, but they were very supportive of how your life turned out.

Your former college friends didn't have such a positive reaction. They were disgusted and appalled by who you had become : a reactionary douchebag. But no one was more shocked than you former boyfriend. Not that you cared about what that pathetic faggot had to say. The only thing you had on your mind were the curvy bodies of women and how you'll have them cream on your fat dick.

You're getting excited about that uh ? Hey ! I see you pawing at your big dick a bit too much there bro. Remember that if you cum-

Your cock suddenly erupts as your former self gets drained out of your balls forever, leaving a huge mess in your underwear (click to see)

Well... Enjoy your new MAGA life bro !

Always have been a hard to make male Friends kind of guy, i Guess i don't fit into gym, stench from sports, burping and porn...

But i would really like to found some Friends, some 'bros', can u help me here?

So you "feel" like you don't belong with masculine men right ? Well, i'm not gonna beat around the bush anon, you're right. You don't belong with masculine men because you're nothing like them. You don't even seem to know what you want in life beside that you "would want" some bros "i guess". The problem is that you're lost, you're purposeless.

Luckily i have the perfect solution for you. I can help you but if you think i'm gonna snap my fingers and magically make that happen for you in the blink of an eye, then you're dead wrong. Belonging is not something i'm gonna give you, it's something you'll have to earn.

Are you still interested ? Alright. Enjoy bootcamp, recruit.

You suddenly feel yourself sitting on a stool, with a sergeant and a line of other recruits in front of you. You hear a loud buzzing near your ear and you suddenly feel the trimmer on your head, shearing away your beautiful locks.

You feel in shock at first, and a bit humiliated. Like something was taken away from you. I mean, a full shave ? You look like a total army douche right ? Well this is your new life recruit, and you'll have to embrace it if you hope to belong.

You rub your hand on your bald head and feel the short stubble on your scalp. It feels so alien, you always had long hair. But it also ... pleasant ... even a bit hot. You could get into this. Besides, all the recruits get their hair buzzed so you'll be able to bond over that.

Well, that's what you believe until you started talking to them. They're all as dumb as bags of rocks. They enlisted because they "wanted to serve their country" and "to fight for freedom". You couldn't believe they actually believed that military propaganda crap. You clearly didn't fit in with them and just like that you were back to your original problem. I told you you were gonna have to work hard to belong, not that you really wanted to belong with these morons. For the time being, you're were gonna be the outcast of your training unit.

Unfortunately for you, you had to spend the next 2 months with these jerks. Enduring their teasing and their exclusion was hard enough as is, but the perpetual training was even harder. Brutal even.

You hated it. The constant physical exhaustion. Being treated like a dog by your drill instructor. The uniform and the total physical conformity. The lack of privacy. You didn't have the resolve for it. You thought you were gonna break, that you'd have to give up.

But to your surprise, it was your fellow trainees that kept you going. Along the way, amid the harshness of the foot drills, inspections and physical training, a sense of brotherhood had started to emerge. You started to think less as individuals and more like a team. Like a unit. These were now your brothers. And they wouldn't let you quit.

And so you continued your training. When it got tough, they were there to push you, and you to push them. And it was tough all the time. But you grew to enjoy your time there. You finally had a sense of brotherhood.

You were determined and now you finally had the will to persevere. You endured and you worked hard. And eventually, your efforts paid off.

The ceaseless physical training gradually molded you into a proper tank. It was small at first, you noticed that your body got more defined. Your biceps and your chest grew slightly. As time went by, it was impossible to miss. Your muscles blew up. You now had a six pack, and your chest expanded into meaty pecs. Your arms swole and your biceps were as round as beachballs. Your back and your neck widened and your legs grew powerful. Even your ass plumped up into a firm bubble butt. You were absolutely huge now !

You were sore all the time tho, but you loved it. The strain, it made you feel alive. That burning pain in your round muscles, it made you feel like you were becoming a real man. Your boyish features also faded. Your face slimmed and revealed strong masculine features : a chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, strong brows. You were aware of these changes and it made you feel more confident, a cocky smirk now permanently plastered on your face.

You noticed those changes in your mates too. They got seriously hot. Not that you could do anything about it. No one was allowed so much as to jerk off. You grew sexually frustrated. You all did. Your balls constantly churning with seed that begged to be released. But it only fueled your determination.

And even tho your brothers weren't the brightest, you did start to believe that you were here for a good reason too. Not that war was awesome or anything ... but someone had to defend the nation right ? It was fight worth fighting, and you were glad you were dedicating yourself to it.

You even grew to like the uniform and what it represented. Soldiers weren't dim-witted jocks, they were noble men who fought for our rights and our freedom ! The military uniform was a symbol of that masculine devotion. Camo felt good to wear, like you were proudly showing who you were : a man who fights for his country.

And with your military training done, you were finally ready to be assigned to your permanent unit and be deployed for duty. Along the way you had finally gained what you were looking for. You finally belonged. Your mates were your brothers in arms. You were dedicated to each other, in more ways than one.

But more importantly you finally found a purpose, you were fighting for something bigger than yourself. And screw those libtards who looked down on the military or said it enforced toxic standards. There's nothing toxic about being a patriotic alpha male.

You were everything these miserable snowflakes actually wished they were. Physically strong. Iron-willed. Proud to be American. At last, you were the embodiment of a masculine alpha male. A real man. One you can finally be proud to be.

Now go have fun with your bros soldier, you earned it. Just remember to keep it no-homo.

Thank you for 250 followers !

Thank you all so much for everything, whether it's following, liking, reblogging or sending me nice messages. It feels truly amazing to create something that people appreciate !

I'd like to celebrate this milestone by doing something special for you all, however i don't really have any ideas. So i'm open to any and all suggestions by you guys (here in the notes, in DMs or in my inbox) !

I've also accumulated a few asks in my inbox at this point but i'd like to shift toward more of a balance of asks and standalone stories, so ask stories will slow down a bit for now. If you've sent me an ask, i'll get to them eventually so don't worry !

Welcome to the Purgatory

Hello transformation lovers. I'm into mental change, muscles, jocks, military, gear, G2S ... I love transforming the body and corrupting the mind.

Are you scared to embrace what could be lying deep inside your heart ? Then do not hesitate to write an ask, and i'll try to help you accept your "true" self 😈 Just remember to keep them fairly brief / vague so that i can have fun with it !

I wanted to say how flattered I was to hear I inspired your first story, but it seems to me like you’ve had this TF magic in you all along 😉 You’re off to an incredible start, each of your stories has been so hot to read - I’m curious to see how you’d change me? You know how much I love writing about big, pussy obsessed straight men: I wonder if you’ll make me one or an item that a man like that uses and abuses. Have fun with it, bro!

First of all i really want to thank you and all the other people who've sent me nice messages. I've loved transformation for a while now, and i've been feeling like i wanted to give back so it's nice to hear that i've been able to do that so far.

Hearing that from you is especially gratifying because i really love your stories bro. They've really been an inspiration for me when writing my first ones. I guess that if this thing keeps working out for me and we keep writing about the same stuff… well we might have a bit of a rivalry on our hands haha…

"I wish i was joking … but honestly, i've really been thinking that. And honestly, you kinda offered yourself on a silver platter for me there. I'm sure you expected something fun with this but this is the perfect opportunity for me to take you out.

What's that look on your face ? This isn't what you wanted ? Well it's too late to turn back now bud. Besides, i already know exactly how you can be of use to me from now on"

With that, i snapped my fingers. You felt the effects instantly as your body wracked with immense pain. Twisting and distorting, your body adopted a new and improved form. You saw your skin become a pristine white as your flesh and bones restructured into a tightening weave of elastic fabric. You tried to scream at me to stop but you had already been silenced. Instead, your face reshaped itself into the front pouch of a pair of Calvin Klein underwear. As you fell on the floor, you struggled to take in your newly transformed world. Your mind was intact but all physical markers of who you once was were gone. Just a nice, brand new piece of clothing for me to ruin.

"Alright dude, just out of gratitude for the good times i had reading your stories, i'm willing you make you a deal. If you manage to keep your mind from breaking for one month then i will turn you back into a human. deal ? Well, i guess it's not like you have much of a choice anyway"

I took off my current underwear : a rank, soaked and yellowed thong. I threw it to the side on a pile of sportwear, all in a similarly perverted state.

"Don't look at the pile of used clothes over there bro. I promise you that it won't make you feel any better about what's coming for you" I stroked and jiggled my fat dick "And neither will looking at this huhu"

The literal gravity of your imminent fate set in. With a cocky smirk, i picked you up and slid you up my thick legs. Your wails of horror fell on deaf ears as your face pressed against my thick package, stretching and conforming to its every contour (click to see)

"Hehe, you hug my nuts so tightly bro. It's almost like you were always meant to be down there, servicing my musky balls."

And musky they were. An immediate sensory overload took over your brain. The instant warmth made you gasp for air but all you could inhale were fumes of sweat and dried cum. This masculine stench quickly permeated the entirety of your being, making you struggle to form coherent thoughts. To top it all, the moistness made your body stick tightly against my manhood, unable to get away from this reeking nightmare.

"Sorry about that dude. I should warn you; once i start wearing a pair of undies, i never change out until they're ruined. That means that 24/7 for the next month i'm going to wear you, work out in you, sweat in you, i'm even gonna cum in you. Oh bro, i'm gonna completely wreck you."

"I promise you that it shouldn't even take a month to completely break you. But try not to panic, there's a moment when you'll embrace your new purpose as my nice, sweaty underwear and it'll all become very pleasant. If or when that happens is completely up to you bro. You get to choose if this experience will be a disgusting or a pleasurable one. But remember, your humanity is on the line huhu."

The reality of your new life for the coming month fully dawned on you. Sweat. Piss. Cum. Constantly. What you had been writing and reading about on your blog for fun finally became your intoxicating reality. You were worried your brains were already melting. How the hell were you supposed to last an entire month ??? You were struggling and begging for mercy against my big … snug …. balls …

Your suffering psyche desperately tried to rationalize what was happening to you. Maybe this was possible … You could just … take care of my goods for a month and then … everything would be fine. You just had to …. not break…

I laughed in satisfaction as i pressed you further against my cock. Inspiration for a hot new story already struck me but i needed to go work out first. I wanted to get you all nice and soaked so that i could get you to enjoy this.

"No hard feelings bro." (click to see)

Over 100 followers already !

'Sup bros, i wanted to post a quick message thanking you all for over a hundred followers already ! With my blog not even being a week old, this feels absolutely unreal. I really didn't expect my stories to be so well received but i'm very happy that they resonated with you all !

Since everything is moving so fast at this point, i don't think i'll be able to do something specific for this milestone but i'll try to do something for the next one !

A lot of good boys shared their desires with me so i'm currently working hard at transforming them into the best versions of themselves. I will say that it's very brave to come to me for help since my version of what's best for them doesn't necessarily match what they had in mind. Well, hopefully you'll have learned your lesson after that 😈

tune in soon (hopefully tmo) for more stories bros !