I Know It Sounds Strange But Lately I'm In This Whole Black Muscle Phase & I Keep Having Fantasies Of

I know it sounds strange but lately I'm in this whole black muscle phase & I keep having fantasies of going from a skinny fit white guy and turning into a buff black guy. I'm also into being a bit of a slob so I keep thinking of having a bit of musk or bo and maybe being prone to belching it'd be so hot if you could turn me into a buff black guy who's a bit of a slob.

"I get it bro. You see those black muscle gods going to the gym and hulking out and you wish you could be one of them. The stench doesn't even bother you that much so you feel like you'd fit right in ! I get you and i'm here to help you realize your dream !"

You suddenly start feeling a soreness spread across you body and, as you look down, you realize that your muscles are growing. Slowly but surely, you can feel your body buff up into that of a true jock : thick meaty thighs, defined abs, prominent pecs, nice round shoulders and biceps. Your developing muscles nicely filled out your once baggy clothes.

Too busy admiring your bulking physique, you don't even realize that your light hair darkens quickly, first into a dirty blonde, then brown and eventually jet black. Your straight hair even starts curling up into a curly black hairstyle with a high fade.

Your changing ethnicity only becomes clear to you once your pale skin gradually tans into a darker tone, eventually leaving you with glorious brown skin. Even your facial features begin to shift into that of a man of unmistakable African descent; with a wide nose and thick lips. You're feel elated. This is exactly how you wanted to look.

You start caressing and fondling your sculpted body, admiring every inch of it. Your hand glides over your skin and you notice a slight dampness caused by a thin layer of sweat all over your body. You raise your arm to take a whiff inside your armpit and smell a faint musk emanating from it. This was the perfect body.

"Fuck yeah bro" you said, in a deep husky voice that surprised even yourself.

But the changes didn't stop there. Your skin darkened even more into a deep dark melanated tone fit for true nubian king. Your muscles continued to swell and bulk up, putting on pounds after pounds of thick meat. Each of your muscle groups differentiated into glorious bulging muscles. Your jock physique was gone, changing into that of an imposing professional bodybuilder.

But along with those physical changes, your body's physiology also rewired. You noticed right away that your new beefcake body produced a much stronger stench than earlier. You didn't even need to sniff your armpit to smell the pungent bo that was emanating from them, instantly hitting your senses and clouding your brain. That's when concern started to creep in.

This wasn't really what you wanted. What you wished for was to be buff and a bit of a slob, not a noxious stinking sweat machine. This was starting to be a bit too much, even for you. A sudden feeling of bloatedness grew inside your tight stomach. You tried to protest what was happening to you, but the only thing that escaped your mouth when you opened it was a loud putrid belch.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP

The room-shaking belch that just erupted from you kicked in the next phase of your transformation. A growing feeling of distress came over you as all of your glorious muscles bulged and ballooned. Your pecs got even heavier than they already were, thickening into a pair of juicy man boobs. You were now barely able to see past the bouncy meaty pectorals protruding from your chest.

All your other muscle groups followed suit, swelling up to absurd proportions and leaving you looking like a freakish tank. Your delts and biceps exploded in size, leaving your upper body looking like that of a disproportionate gorilla of a man. Your traps swole and bulged, making your neck look as thick as your head. Your butt expanded into a pair of jiggly globes. Your legs surged and became thick powerful tree trunks. Your once delicate feet enlarged into massive man feet that tore through your sneakers. Your tight clothes weren't spared either as your growing body shredded right through them.

You were swelling up like a beastly blow-up doll but, instead of filling up with air, your body filled with thick weighty beef. Your muscle's definition disappeared forever, merging together into thick slabs of meat. You now easily weighed over 300 pounds.

You were panting. The transformation was so intense that you were burning up, beads of sweat forming all over your skin. You breathed in and out, trying not to panic. How could i have done this to you ? This was never what you asked for. You never asked to become some caricature of a muscle-obsessed freak.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP

Your stomach grumbled loudly as another loud toxic belch erupted out of your mouth and, with it, one final change to your body. The belch seemed to go on forever and, with every second that passed, you felt your tight muscular abs distend and grow out into a prominent roid gut.

You refused to believe what you had become and you tried to suck your muscle gut in. But, no matter how hard you tried, it couldn't be hidden, exposing you as the roided out muscle beast that you were.

You tried to move but everything about your new body felt alien to you, incongruous. Your thick thighs rubbed and chaffed against each other. Your inflated pecs and bubble butt were visible through any piece of clothing you could possibly try. Your arm muscles were so blown up that you struggled to put on clothes or scratch your back. Your neck was so thick that you couldn't turn your head without turning your entire body. As you walked, you struggled to balance your immense bulk and your enormous feet made you move like a clumsy oaf.

Your new body was so big that any kind of physical effort made you exhausted. You burned so much energy that you needed to eat several hefty meals every day which made you feel bloated constantly. You were unable to go 5 minutes without letting out a room shaking masculine belch.

You were so sweaty that you looked like you had just gotten out of the shower at all time, not that you smelled like it. Your biochemistry was on perpetual overdrive, producing a constant stream of sweat that pooled at your feet wherever you went and engulfing you in a thick cloud of rank bo. No matter how many showers you took, you absolutely reeked at all time.

You tried to keep your former friends but they simply couldn't bear to spend any time with your new foul self. You tried to keep your job but your new condition made it impossible for your colleagues to work in your presence. You had nothing left, you were alone and distraught. This was too much ... too much muscle, too much bo .... You never wanted this...

The only place where you could possibly be accepted was the gym and, although normal people kept avoiding you there, you managed to make friends with other juiced up gymrats. Nobody wanted to be around you except them. Other reeking mindless gymrats were the only ones who could understand you now. You weren't a normal human anymore, you were a beast.

They didn't care about your constant sweat production or your inescapable aura of reeking bo or your nonstop belches. Your new bros accepted you as you were. They even encouraged you to not give a fuck, to go further and to just rip one out.

And so you gradually accepted your new place among them as a gym-brained roided out muscle bull. From now on, that was all you were good for.

"Damn bro, you reek."

Shameless

Inspired by anon ask

Alexander was enjoying the sun out in the park. Summer break had allowed him to worry less about his degree and spend more time with his friends. He had actually been waiting for them to meet him up here for a gossip session, but it seemed like they were running a bit late, no doubt "thanks" to the Pride march that had halted public transport downtown.

Alex, as his friends called him, was gay himself however he found these pride events quite distasteful. He couldn't understand why anyone would find it acceptable to parade around almost naked in public. Alex had seen them earlier too; groups of big vulgar men flaunting their unkempt bodies around for everyone to see. They made him angry. No wonder people were against queer rights if this is how they presented themselves, instead of as normal respectable people. Just shameless.

Alex and his group of gay friends all agreed that these parades were indecent and decided not to go. He was so glad to have found a group of like-minded queer people he could relate to.

Feeling the rays of the sun warm up his skin, Alex remembered to re-apply suncreen. He didn't want to get sunburnt and look like those guys at the parade. Just as he reached for his satchel, Alex heard a mechanical whir and suddenly felt himself get sprayed with water ! The sprinklers had turned on and he barely had time to react before he got completely soaked.

After getting out of the way, Alex assessed the damage. For one, his carefully coiffed hair was ruined. Looking down at his outfit, he saw that it was completely ruined. The wet fabric clung to his twinky body and left nothing for the imagination ! Alex quickly began panicking. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He was so distracted that he didn't realize that his thin and smooth body was quickly changing into something that was anything but.

With each breath, Alex's body started swelling against the damp fabric. His flat chest expanded into two bulging pecs, followed by ballooning arms and a widening back. Thin wisps of dark hair also began growing over his smooth pecs.

Unaware of the changes, Alex decided that he'd remove his shirt to let it dry before his friends arrived. As he peeled the shirt off of his body, Alex realized that something was wrong. He looked completely different !

Distressed, Alex's breathing quickened and so his entire frame inflated even more. Layers and layers of muscle and body hair built up, transforming his body into that of a hirsute jock.

"What's going on ?!" To his own surprise, Alex's voice also sounded deeper than before, gruff even. He grabbed at his throat and felt his neck expand. His hands then reached his face where he felt his carefully groomed facial hair grow out; first into short stubble then into a thickening beard.

His legs were next as his thighs thickened into meaty hams. His butt plumped up inside his shorts. The jean fabric transformed into a synthetic red one that clung to his body, outlining his bubble butt as well as his swelling genitals. Alex could feel his cock and balls enlarge into that of a bull.

Alex was in complete shock. "Oh god, this can't be happening !" He was repulsed by the appearance of his new body. He hated everything about it ! The muscles, the hair, the way his body was exposed for all to see. "This isn't me ! I'm not some freak !"

Just as he said those words, Alex felt a rumble in his gut. He grabbed at his flat stomach to try to prevent the inevitable.

BUUUUUUUURP

In an instant, his abs contracted and then bloated up into a fattened belly. His entire body lost its definition as a layer of fat covered his bulging muscles.

Alex put his hands over his body to try and hide it. He couldn't let anyone see this.... see ... him...

BUUURP

Alex suddenly felt light-headed. For some reason, as his body swelled up a little bit more with each burp, Alex's need to cover up lessened. Maybe showing off was fine ?

"Wait, no ! It's not fine ! It's indecent !"

BUUUUURP

His thoughts clouded over once again and Alex was pushed a little further to the back of his mind. His demeanor changed a little bit, adopting a wider, more confident stance. This body wasn't worth hiding. In fact, it should be shown off ! These thoughts infected his psyche, and just as Alex tried to push them out-

BUUUUUUUURP

Alex screamed out as he felt the very essence of who he was being corrupted. He we becoming the opposite of himself: big, bold, crude, proud. Alex felt his sense of self diminish, but he had to resist. He couldn't let himself turn into what he hated most.

"I'm Alexander ! I'm handsome and principled. I'm norm-"

BUUUUUUUUUUURP

And with one final burp, Alex's entire personality reshaped itself. All thoughts of decency and respectability receded forever. Alex didn't care about what other people thought ! He wasn't ashamed of how he looked, and he wasn't afraid to show it off ! And if that made him a freak, then he was a proud freak !

The final physical changes took over. His belly ballooned out into a hefty muscle gut. His long beautiful hair that he once loved fell, leaving him completely bald. His skin roughened and tanned, reddened by the constant exposure to the sun. Alex was now who he always knew he was meant to be : a big hot burly daddy bear, and he knew people loved to look at him !

Alex adjusted his tight speedo, which did nothing to hide his impressive package, and started making his way downtown. He had some partying and hooking up to get to.

As he exited the park, he crossed the path of a group of clean cut young gay guys.

" 'Sup boys. Yall going to the pride party with me ?" Alex said in a husky but inviting tone. His former friends looked at him in disgust. They snickered and laughed between themselves. "Why would we ever want to party with the likes of you" one of them interjected.

Alex shrugged and continued on his way. He didn't care what a bunch of tenderqueers had to say about him. Besides, he saw them continuing to stare at him as he walked past. Maybe one of them would join him later.

Small update

Alright bros, small announcement here. After posting my new stories, the tumblr algorithm kinda decided to go crazy on me and locked a bunch of my stories as well as flagging my account as explicit.

I modified the stories so that they could show up for yall, mainly by putting the more spicy content behind links, so don't forget to click on them to get the full experience ! This kinda sucks because i had a very specific idea of how my stories should look, but hey, gotta adapt !

I'm pretty new to all this so i'll try to do what i can. I'm very open to suggestions for how to deal with the limits posed by the tumblr guidelines if you have any !

And finally, more hot stories coming soon 😈

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 !

Hey! :) First of Welcome in the community :D From what I've seen you really are a good writter and yoru concepts are super cool :D Can't wait to ee what you'll come up with in the coming days! I was wondering if you could help me. See, I've bought a new phone. At least I thought it was new. At the first start, there was still folders in it, images and most of all plenty of gifs in the pictures folder. What's even weirder is that most of them are gay gif. I really don't understand why they are here. What's even weirder, as i got my phone out to write this message, i got zapped with electricity and since, my fingers are bruning and I feel light headed. What is happening!?

Oh no, that sounds pretty serious bro. I've been hearing about these charms can transport people inside their favorite porn scenes. Usually people do it willingly, so for you to receive a phone planted with that curse must have been intentional... Luckily there's a way-out !

Listen carefully because judging by your progressing symptoms, you only have a few seconds left before you're sent inside the scene you saw. There's a magic phrase you need to say that acts as a sort of safeword. The magic phrase is "get this fag out". Just say that out loud and you'll be transported back out of the porn. Got it ? Alright, good lu-

I didn't even have time to finish what i said before you got violently lunged through time and space. You felt your body slam down with an unfamiliar amount of heft on top of a cold hard surface. You barely even had time to open your eyes and adjust them to the new light level before you felt your body being rammed from behind by the powerful thrusts of a man penetrating your ass. A spasm of pleasure through your entire body forced a low moan to escape your mouth. Before you had time to understand what was happening, the loop started over. And over. And over.

You were stuck in a gif. The repeating cycle you were in allowed you to fully register every aspect of your current situation in the most intimate details.

You were clearly getting fucked against a counter. Your arms lay in front of you, supporting you so that the momentum of each thrust didn't send you flying forward. Looking at your arm, you noticed right away that you were in a body that wasn't your own. First of all, you were white with a fairly hairy forearm. You could tell by the way your body bounced with each pound you received that your body had a lot more bulk to it than you were used to. You were clearly in the body of some white jock pornstar.

The man fucking you held you firmly with his large hand on your shoulder. You couldn't even look behind you to see what he looked like. All you managed to assess was that he was powerful, likely muscular, and dominant, judging by how he was manhandling you. And of course, you could tell that he was very well endowed.

His massive dick slammed inside your ass. The constant onslaught on your sensitive prostate was making you see stars. The perpetual throbbing and pumping of your love button felt better than anything you had ever done before. Your dick was rock hard between your legs, leaking a constant stream of precum.

You uncontrollably moaned like a complete buttslut. The sensation you felt was that of absolute bliss. This felt amazing ... you could just ... stay like this .....

WAIT !

You snapped out of it right as your mind was slipping. You didn't ask to be there. You had to use the safeword to get out quick ! You opened your mouth to say the words.

"Get this fag AAAaaaaaaah !"

"Get fa- UHHHHHH !!!"

"Fag ouuuuuuuuuh !"

The gif you were in was 2 seconds long which should have been plenty enough time to pronounce the words that would save you from this delicious prison. But no matter how hard or how many times you tried, you could only get out only half of the phrase before a loud moan forcibly cut you off, cutting your available time in half.

You tried as hard as possible to reckon with your predicament and try to find an escape, but the constant and profound state of arousal you were in made it hard to think logically.

With each cycle, it's like you could feel your brain cells frying one by one. Each pound gradually degraded your cognitive abilities. You had to resist .... But it felt so good to just give in .... It was like you were getting drunk on dick, you were on a perpetual high that you never wanted to come down from. And just like that, you stopped resisting entirely.

An overload of literally mind blowing pleasure nullified every other aspect of your soul. Your eyes rolled up. Your jaw slacked. You had gotten your brains fucked out at last. You were now just a braindead cumslut who's only purpose in life was taking dick.

In the real world, i picked up the phone from where you had dropped it on the ground. Looking at the screen, i could see the gif you were now permanently stuck in. With that look of blissed out ecstasy plastered on your face, you looked like the perfect mindless cock slut. You were so contant, so happy to just be a dicked down fag for the entire world to witness. I guess i should have sent you this gift sooner.

Yep, i was the one who sent your the cursed phone. Not that you care about that stuff anymore anyway. You're now trapped in pure, mindless and eternal bliss, your dick-crazed broken mind unable to compute anything other than the intense pleasure of being a hungry buttslut forever.

In lieu of getting this fag out, you ended up just ... fagging out.

Snug

Everything had been perfect in Stefan's life. He was handsome and his preppy clean-cut look and charming personality had gotten him a beautiful girlfriend. Thanks to his hard work he had also gotten into one of the country's best universities. Nothing could stop him from getting his dream job and marrying his girlfriend. He was really living his perfect life.

Well, that's what he thought right before entering his dorm and smelled the rank atmosphere inside. Sigh. There was just one little thing that spoiled his life on campus : he shared his dorm with Bryce.

Bryce was your typical jock douchebag. Popular, obnoxious, party-goer and obsessed with working out. Apparently he hadn't registered that working out constantly also meant that he needed to wash his dirty gym gear and not leave them all over the dorm. Stefan's clean and neat persona clashed with Bryce's unhygienic and messy one. Living with him was like a nightmare.

Stefan stepped in the musty dorm and approached his bed where he immediately noticed a piece of clothing that wasn't his. He already felt the frustration rising inside of him. Bryce had, for some reason, left one of his dirty jockstraps laying there on his bed.

Stefan saw red. The disgusting jockstrap would have originally been white, except the fabric of the pouch was stained yellow and distended. Stefan tried as hard as he could to not picture how Bryce's filthy cock and bodily fluids could have done that to a piece of clothing. "Does he think i enjoy his nauseating stench ?!"

Stefan was outraged. He wished he didn't have to take care of Bryce's dirty laundry and that he'd do it himself. He picked up the rank piece of fabric to try and dispose of it. To his horror the jockstrap was stiff in his hand, supposedly hardened by Bryce's ... cum. Stefan then swore he could hear, or feel, a voice inside his head.

"hmmm... musk..."

Shocked, he flung it across the room. He started panting heavily. What was that voice ? That feeling ? He looked at the hand that had touched the jockstrap's stiffened waistband and felt a sort of tingliness at the tip of his fingers. The tingly feeling started spreading across his hand and then up his arm. It felt like cotton all over his body. As it took over him, Stefan tried running for the door but he suddenly felt his entire body shrink and hollow out. Stefan wanted to cry for help but all he could do was feel his entire body twisting and reshaping into a pair of white Adidas socks as he fell to the floor. He could still feel, hear and smell but he couldn't move.

That's when he heard the turning of the doorknob. Bryce entered the room and walked where Stefan was laying. He had just come back from his afternoon run.

Stefan felt Bryce kneel next to him and, for a second, thought that he might be able to help him out ! "Bryce ! Help me !"

With a dopey grin, Bryce took the socks in his hand and looked at them. Stefan thought he was saved !

"Sick dude ! I didn't think i had any other clean pair of socks !"

Stefan tried to scream at him that this was him ! That he wasn't just a pair of socks ! But Bryce didn't hear anything. Stefan really was just a pair of socks, and socks aren't meant to speak, they're meant to be worn. The horror of the situation dawned on Stefan as he heard Bryce kick off his trainers and took off his current pair of socks, dirty and worn out. "I've been wearing these nonstop for months, it's time for a change huhu !"

"No ! I'm not just some piece of clothing for Bryce to ruin !" Stefan screamed out. He tried resisting in vain as Bryce pulled the pristine socks over his sweaty feet. Stefan's new body conformed to the shape of Bryce's feet and lower calves. His senses were immediately assaulted by the rancid musk.

"They're so snug bro. I'm going to wear them until they're completely ruined huhuhu"

Stefan's perfect reality, his life, his dreams, his future... everything unraveled as his new disgusting soaking reality set in. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to be a gymrat's rank socks. Bryce put on his trainers. Stefan was immediately soaked in sweat. Bryce stood and left the dorm, heading for his evening workout.

1 year later

Bryce loved his new socks and the way they seemed to fit his feet perfectly. The pristine white socks hadn't stayed that way for long. Bryce wore the socks everyday nonstop for months, to class, to the gym, even when he fucked his bros. The socks had gradually started to fray and darken.

At first, Stefan tried to resist his new life. He was determined to not let this break him. However the months went on. Trapped inside Bryce's hot sweaty shoes, Stefan was constantly drenched in sweat and musk and over time, he could feel it not only affect the fabric he was made of but also the fabric of his mind. Little by little, Stefan got more and more filthy and ruined and so his mind corrupted.

What started as a nightmare gradually became more pleasant. Stefan began enjoying the smell of Bryce's feet. Stefan's entire psychology reshaped itself around Bryce's sweaty feet. He realized he was nothing but a sweaty pair of socks who belongs to a big, muscular jock named Bryce. Stefan eventually accepted his place as Master Bryce's property, taking comfort and pride in serving the big jock and worshiping his sweaty scent and dirty feet.

His former self long gone, Stefan was broken and twisted into something better. He who used to love his girlfriend so dearly, now only had adoration for his Master's rankness. He finally felt at home, perfectly wrapped around his Master's feet.

Bryce had no plan to stop wearing his socks. He wanted to wear them out until they couldn't be worn anymore, but that would surely take several more years.

Bryce had no idea that the preppy, clean-cut guy he used to dorm with became nothing but a perverted, dirty pair of athletic socks who now existed only to pleasure him.