Want To Join A Halloween TF Party?

Want To Join A Halloween TF Party?

Hey there everyone! October is fast approaching and since Halloween is my favorite holiday, I wanted to do another event here on Tumblr to celebrate the season. Rather than doing just separate vignettes like last year, I wanted to do something a bit more connected. So for this year, the concept is that I'm looking for guests wanting to attend my special TF-themed Halloween party and fill some open seats at the table.

Given how spooky the Halloween season can be, this year's options for transformations are for the most part going to be a bit more diverse and scary than just simple hunks or athletes. As a result, I'm looking for guests who would be interested in joining the party as a:

Ghost

Lumberjack

Werewolf

Zombie

Alien

For those curious, I will also be in the same boat as my guests in terms of undergoing a more "horrific" transformation.

So if you're interested, please send in an ask where you describe yourself (basic stuff like name, age, race, etc) and what type of transformation you'd like to undergo. I look forward to checking my inbox and figuring out the guest list for the Halloween party!

Update: All spots are now filled!

Commissions Now Available!

Hey everyone!

I've recently moved into a new apartment and the increased costs of rent and utilities has caused me to run dangerously low to having no money in my bank account. Given the fact that I can't get more hours at my job right now despite my best attempts, I thought I'd open up commissions again to see if I can help get some extra money for these upcoming bills.

Cost

In terms of the cost, it's $25 per 1k words and payment would be required upfront due to the aforementioned pressing issue of bills.

With this cost / pricing breakdown, please be realistic with the idea you'd like to see written in tandem with the cost you'd like to pay. I can admit that my writing is relatively lengthy and descriptive, so if you would like a fully detailed transformation, it would most likely be something that is 3k words minimum.

Despite my longer writing style though, I can certainly do a shorter vignette-style transformation that range from 1-2k words. If you'd like examples of these, my most recent posts on Tumblr would best fit that description!

Writing Themes

Things I Can Do

Possessions

Body Swaps

Muscle Growth

Age Progression

Weight Gain

Gender Swaps (Male to Female or Female to Male)

Twink TFs

Animal TFs

Celebrity / Character TFs

Things I Won't Do

Underage (everything must be 18+)

Hypnosis

Hyper Muscle

Anything Violent (especially in a sexual manner like rape)

Bathroom Stuff (water sports or anything like that)

Wait Time & Delivery

In order to not disappoint anyone by overpromising and underdelivering, my quoted wait time from finalizing the outline to completing the story is usually a month long. If a story is longer than 3k words or much more intricate, that time will most certainly be increased a bit.

Once the story is completed though, you will receive a link to a Google Doc that will remain open and accessible for a month to allow the commissioner to have ample time to download the story for themselves. If desired, a copy can also be emailed additionally!

If you're interested in potentially commissioning a story, please feel free to reach out via DMs here (no asks). Although I'm in need of money, I must state that I reserve the right to refuse any idea proposed. Whether it's simply the fact that I believe I'm not the right person for the idea or I'm just not meshing with the concept, this decision is final. Even if one idea is rejected though, you can still offer up other ideas!

Thanks for reading and I look forward to working with some of y'all in the future!

-- Soul-Controller

The Do-Over (Teaser)

Upon waking up on his birthday, 29-year-old Arthur Saunders discovers a bizarre gift on his doorstep promising to give him a do-over in his life. Assuming that this was a gag gift left by one of his friends, the man opts to press the button and have his life is randomized. As a result, the nerdy and average teacher suddenly finds himself with the hunkiest body and simplest life imaginable...

As Arthur Saunders peered down towards his kitchen counter, the newly-minted 29-year-old scratched his head as he attempted to understand what he was looking at. It was earlier in the day when he first encountered the medium-sized box as he accidentally kicked it upon exiting his apartment. Despite his own curiosity about the box given the fact that there was no label or return address listed, the man had several birthday-related errands to run and was forced to quickly place the box inside before leaving for the majority of the day.

So despite his slight tiredness upon returning back to his apartment after a lively day of various celebrations with friends and family, Arthur’s mind began to continuously ponder not only what was inside the box but who had sent it. Based on the lack of postage or a shipping label, it was clear that someone had physically dropped the package off on his doorstep. But who would do that and not even knock on the door or attempt to speak with the man?

Although Arthur believed his curiosity was already at its peak, he soon realized that this was not true as he cut open the box and pulled back the cardboard flaps. Sitting in the box was a huge red button with the words “DO-OVER” painted white on the top, which instantly puzzled the young man. Although he assumed the button was all that was inside the box given the slew of packing peanuts that filled most of the box, Arthur gripped onto the button and found that a full contraption was unearthed upon lifting it up and out of the box.

As he set it down on the kitchen counter, Arthur spent a few minutes observing the bizarre item. Although the bright red button was a prominent feature, it was connected to a jet black base that was rounded and nearly double the size of the large button. On the base itself, Arthur discovered two large rectangular LED screens that sat both above and below the large button. Although he could tell that they were meant to display some sort of text or visual, the dull haze of the screen revealed that there was no power to the contraction… at least not yet.

Intrigued about what exactly the device did, Arthur found himself lifting it up and inspecting it in search of a power button. But alas, no such discovery was found by the man, which caused him to set the item down and direct his focus towards the huge box. In hopes of finding some sort of instructions, the man plunged his hand deep into the sea of packing peanuts and aimlessly felt around.

Eventually, the man was able to pick up on the slip of paper that was included in the box and fished it out. Upon grabbing it and holding it out in front of him, the curious man narrowed his eyes as he hoped the paper would provide some much needed explanations.

Dear User,

Congratulations on being selected to test out the brand new Do-Over Program. Upon being submitted by an acquaintance of yours, our company has been slowly observing you and your actions for the past few months. Upon noticing your general feelings of stagnation and confusion over your life, we’ve deemed you to be a perfect fit for the program.

The device you’ve been provided will allow you the opportunity to do-over your life, which will cause every aspect of your personality to be randomized in hopes of providing you an entirely new and positive outlook towards life. Although such a concept may seem scary, please know that none of these changes are permanent (as long as you don’t wish for them to be). With the perks of being chosen for this program though, our only ask is that for our own research that you wait at least 24 hours before attempting another do-over.

In regards to completing the program, there are two possible options. Firstly, you can continue to explore and test out various different lives and identities until you find one that seems perfect to you. Upon doing so, you can then lock the new identity in, which will cause the device to be retrieved and sent to the next participant in the program. If you do not accept any of the new lives created by the program, there is also another option that will return you to your original life. With this option though, we only recommend it if you have discovered that the entire process has caused you to have a renewed interest and sense of determination of how to move forward. If you choose this option, please contact S-C Enterprises via the provided information and we will send an employee to retrieve the device.

Regardless of the end result you choose, we hope you have an enjoyable experience as a part of our program.

Sincerely, The Do-Over Team

Upon finishing reading the note and setting the piece of paper onto the kitchen countertop, Arthur found that he now had more questions than he had answers. Who had submitted him to this program, and what did the company mean by saying they’ve been observing him for months? Surely they weren’t actually watching him and observing his online behaviors, right?

Despite being significantly unnerved by the contents of the note, Arthur couldn’t deny that his curiosity was piqued by the reveal of what the contraption sitting on his counter was capable of. The premise sounded like something straight out of a science fiction 80s film, but it felt surprisingly pertinent to him.

Although he hated to give props to a group that was apparently stalking him both in person and virtually, it was true that Arthur wasn’t quite happy with the cards he had been dealt with in life. When he first decided to go to university, the concept of being a teacher and helping mold young minds seemed like a rewarding career path. But after several years of actually being a teacher in a posh all-male school, the dull monotony of lessons along with the disrespect from both his students and fellow faculty members left him feeling like a husk of himself. With the constant influx of assignments to mark along with having to create lesson plans, Arthur found that even his own free time in his flat was devoted to his career… which only made him loathe it further.

To make matters worse, the realization that he was now only one year from reaching his 30s left the teacher feeling quite depressed and anxious. Although he knew that he personally loathed his current career choice, the crushing reality of his ever-increasing age meant that it was becoming incredibly unlikely for a last minute career change. Even worse, he had so many other hobbies and dreams that he couldn’t even mentally envision what to do with his life. In his free time, the man loved to write short stories or play video games, but the likelihood of becoming a famous author or Twitch streamer seemed impossible. Overall, his life left him feeling trapped and utterly helpless.

As he realized just how correct the letter’s assumption of his unhappiness was, Arthur’s eyes soon found themselves peering down to the blocky white text of “DO OVER” plastered across the top of the red button. Although he remained significantly unnerved by the contents of the letter, the bold white letters on the button had an inversely calming effect. Closing his eyes, the text flashed through his mind like an opening night marquee and thus caused the man to envision the endless amount of possibilities that he could have taken with his life. Before he could even comprehend what he was doing, the man reached a hand out and quickly slammed it down onto the bright red button...

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The Birthday Wish

This story was written a few years ago as a special birthday gift for @bizzhideaway​, but I decided to post it publicly just in time to celebrate another birthday of his. 

As Bryce arrived home from a belated birthday celebration with some friends, the 5’11” man was understandably confused by the large birthday cake sitting on his front doorstep. While he certainly didn’t mind getting any late birthday gifts, Bryce was unsure who could have been responsible for the cake. He had just spent the evening out with his entire friend group, so the identity behind the mysterious cake only confused the man further. 

But as he grabbed the cake and unlocked his door, he soon found some relief in a small envelope taped to the side of the box. Upon setting the cake down on his counter, the recently turned 37-year-old was quick to snatch the envelope and pull out the card within it. “Here’s to a life-changing birthday Bryce! Make sure that you make a wish, you never know if it could come true… ;)” the card read, signed off with the name Nate, which caused Bryce to finally connect some dots. For days now, his online friend Nate had vowed to send him a birthday gift, but given his friend’s scatterbrained mind, Bryce hadn’t really expected anything to come from his friend given the fact that he had lived on the other side of the country. But while Bryce thought it was sweet that his online friend had found the time to send him a gift, he found himself now having more questions rather than answers, with the main one being in regards to how Nate was able to find out Bryce’s address. 

While he was certainly planning on asking all of his questions to his friend as soon as he got back onto his computer, there was a perfectly good cake demanding his attention and he was not willing to wait a second longer! So as he quickly flicked on the TV in his living room and switched the channel to ESPN to catch up on the highlights of the day, the man searched around his kitchen for a lighter. Giving a smile to himself after finding one, the man finally began to light the numbered candles as he watched the game highlights and tried to figure out his perfect wish. 

To Bryce’s both relief and joy, the TV revealed that one of his favorite teams (the Los Angeles Rams) had an impressive game, beating the New York Giants by an incredibly wide margin. Although there were many hunks in the NFL, Bryce constantly found himself impressed by (and jealous of) all of the hotness in the Rams locker room. Not only did the team have some of the man’s biggest athletic crushes, such as Cooper Kupp and Aaron Donald, but the team was led by his favorite head coach Sean McVay. 

While there were some clear differences between himself and Sean, Bryce loved most of all the fact that he was now the same age as his favorite coach. At 37 years old, Sean was in peak physical form while leading the Rams to be a strong contender in the NFC West division. Sure, all of the money and the respect he inherited from the position was admirable and something Bryce longed for himself, but none of that compared to the man’s impressive body. 

With a strong nose and stubble that seemed to be permanently stuck in a 5 o’clock shadow, Sean had an impressive visage that was often the cause of many fantasies that Bryce had after watching the coach’s press conferences and interviews. But not only was the man’s face impressive as his entire body was well-maintained as well. His abs remained quite prominent on his aged frame and even his pectorals and biceps seemed incredibly youthful on Sean’s body. With a physique like that, it was no wonder that the man was able to get an equally gorgeous Ukrainian fiancé! 

Thinking about all of Sean’s hunky features along with his general attraction towards Aaron and Cooper, Bryce quickly knew what he wanted his wish to be. While he had spent most of his other birthday wishes on serious things like wishing to have a vacation away from work and going on a great hike, Bryce figured he could at least make one joke wish for his own enjoyment. He knew that none of the wishes would come true anyway, so why would it matter if he spent this one on something impossible? With his mind made up, Bryce finally began to state his wish aloud. “I wish I was a part of the Los Angeles Rams,” the man said, closing his eyes as he took a big inhale of air. After waiting a few seconds, the man finally began to exhale and let the warm air blow out his candles so he could finally eat some cake and relax on the couch. 

However, as soon as Bryce exhaled, an ear-splitting mix of loud voices began to permeate through the man’s residence. Opening his eyes to figure out what was going on, the man’s face went agape as he suddenly found himself surrounded by men either completely shirtless or clad in football gear. In his shock, the man understandably looked around the room to try and figure out where he was and how he got there. But as he saw the Rams logo and the various jerseys of the players popping up in his vision, Bryce soon began to realize that the impossible had occurred: his dream had come true! 

Looking down to check out the reasoning behind the weight settled on his forearms, Bryce was greeted to the sight of a large cake celebrating the team’s win against the Giants. Luckily before he could drop it due to the pure shock of the situation, the cake was quickly plucked from his arms by some assistant coaches so they could cut some pieces and feed the hungry and rowdy hunks. Still in a pure state of disbelief, Bryce took the opportunity to move towards the corner of the locker room so he could try to wrap his head around what was going on. 

As he looked down and caught sight of his arms, it was immediately clear to the man that he wasn’t in his real body. There was a tightness and an inner power coursing through his body that he could immediately identify any time he did something as simple as scratching his upper arms or any other nervous tic he had. Due to this understanding, Bryce then decided to try to deduce the person whose body he is currently inhabiting. So, one-by-one, the transformed man began to do a mental roll call of who he saw in front of him to narrow down the roster. 

Continuing to stare as a mob of people flooded the middle of the locker room to pick up some cake, Bryce narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room for any familiar faces. He saw the Rams quarterback Matthew Stafford making small talk with the burly hunk Aaron Donald, which had actually made him feel a bit bummed about not being in his impressively buff body. But even through the sadness, just the sight of the man was enough to elicit a physical response in Bryce’s new body as his dick began to rise and press against the fabric of the pants he was now wearing. Scanning through the crowd further, he finally noticed Cooper Kupp’s blond hair standing out against the sea of blue and yellow helmets of players eager to get cake. With so many potential candidates slimmed down to next to no one in the roster, Bryce was able to quickly figure out who he was now: he was in the body of Sean McVay. 

As if on cue, Cooper approached Bryce before saying a simple “Here you go Coach” and handing him a plate of cake with a smile on his face. It was insane to think that he was now just fully in control of McVay’s body, especially since it was someone who he had thirsted over for so many years and someone who clearly had the respect of the team’s star wide receiver. After thanking the blond-haired hunk, the new head coach awkwardly made his way out of the populated locker room and towards the office connected to it. Upon pulling the door of Sean’s office shut and closing the blinds, Bryce began to try to wrap his head around the situation once more. 

Pacing around the room in a hectic mental state, Bryce tried to understand how this was possible. All he did was make a wish on that cake from Nate… the cake that had a card telling him to make sure he made a wish! Was it possible that his friend somehow had caused this? If it really happened, what exactly did Nate do to him? Was this just a simple body swap or did Bryce just fully become Sean McVay to the point where his original identity was removed from this universe? If it was a real body swap though, Bryce couldn’t help but wonder how the real Sean was dealing with being in his body… 

Stopping while being deep in thought, Bryce soon found his attention shifting as he caught sight of a mirror hanging on the wall of Sean’s office. Moving towards it and leaning in, Bryce was understandably excited and turned on by what he saw since it only confirmed what he had already known: he was truly Sean McVay! With glee, he ran his thicker and wider hands along his face as he studied and marveled the new features he possessed. As he flashed a smile and chuckled to himself, Bryce was clearly impressed by the pure white set of teeth that were now being shown off. While he certainly loved his old body, he couldn’t deny that being Sean was an absolute dream come true! 

Feeling eager to check himself out further, Bryce peeled himself out of the coach’s blue Rams shirt and stared in amazement at his impressive new physique. For years, he had tried to get a physique similar to what Sean possessed, but no matter how hard he worked out or dieted, Bryce found himself unable to gain the same type of meaty pecs and defined abdominals that were proudly displayed on Sean’s body. As he cupped the muscles that were his new biceps and smirked at just how strong he now was, his new manhood was clearly enjoying the show as well and eager for him to give it some form of release. “Fuck, you’re one sexy hunk,” Bryce purred, his new somewhat raspy voice clearly furthering the throbbing in the man’s dick. 

But as he moved towards the window and peeked through the blinds, he couldn’t help but allow himself to start thirsting over these players he had crushed on. Aaron was now shirtless and walking around the somewhat-emptying locker room, showing off that wide and strong physique of his. While Cooper clearly wasn’t as built and defined as Aaron, the sight of his perky ass and strong quad muscles was still quite enough to get the new head coach riled up and eager to experiment with the players. Although he knew that Sean was engaged to a woman, Bryce was absolutely willing to risk it all to get some more alone time with his favorite players. Maybe he could get them to stay back after everyone else leaves and they could continue the post-game celebration in the team sauna… 

“Hey coach, the press is waiting for you!” a disembodied voice says, interrupting Bryce from his kinky train of thought. 

Turning to the side to stare at the smaller assistant coach, Bryce was understandably flustered and unsure of how to explain why the head coach was suddenly shirtless and staring through the blinds of his office. “Thanks, I’ll head out there soon…” Bryce awkwardly said, which was enough to get the assistant coach to leave so Bryce could figure out what to do. While the previous incidents of thinking about what to do had caused intense mental quandaries, this time was quite simple for the man. There was only one thing for him to do now: be Sean McVay. While he didn’t know if the change was permanent or not, Bryce wasn’t willing to waste any more time overthinking about what’s going to happen. He was going to live in the moment and be Sean McVay both physically and mentally. So, with a pep in his step, the man quickly pulled on his t-shirt while staring into the mirror one last time (at least for the next hour or so until he could better check himself out). 

Admiring himself was quite the vain thing to do, but as Bryce flexed and watched his biceps strain against the fabric of his sleeves and his pectorals proudly jut out from his chest, he couldn’t blame himself for such vanity! He was an absolute hunk in every way, and as a result, he was willing to let all of his previous reservations fall to the wayside and embrace his new identity. As Sean McVay, he was going to put in intense amounts of effort to help train these players to be the best they could be. There was an inner drive building up in the man, so much so that he was now beginning to think about just how great it would be to add a Super Bowl ring to his jewelry collection. Hell, with such an impressive ring like that on his fingers, he may have a reason to repaint his nails to be a lighter shade of blue to match the team’s colors next season. With the clarity of being a hunky coach, Bryce knew that there was nothing wrong with being proud of his team and showcasing his admiration for the team in any way he wanted (even if it could be viewed as “feminine”). He was in the body of one of the manliest men he’d ever seen, so he knew that he could easily get away with anything given his impressive build and intimidating appearance. 

With a wide grin permanently spread across his gorgeous face, the new Sean McVay made his way out of the office and allowed the other coaches to lead the way towards the post-game press conference. He certainly had a lot to brag about now, and due to this, he was eternally grateful for the new life he had been gifted from his friend.

The Man of Steal

For Superman, it seemed like his desire to enjoy his normal civilian life as Clark Kent was an impossibility. Any time he planned to have any sort of family event with his wife Lois and two sons (be it dinner or a simple trip to the movies), there always seemed to be some sort of interruption from the news that begged for the assistance of the crime-fighting vigilante.

This was proven to be true once again as the Kent family began to assemble for their family dinner. Just as Clark started to help himself to Lois’ home-cooked meal, the television in the living room suddenly went off as a breaking news bulletin appeared. With his innate desire to protect others and save them from danger, the superhero couldn’t stop himself from leaning past the dining room table and taking a closer look at the screen. For several minutes, the man intently listened to what the news reporter had to say. According to that anchor, it appeared as though a museum a few towns over from Smallville had been broken into by a criminal.

When the reporter first brought up the fact that it was one individual stuck in a stand-off with nearby police surrounding the museum, Clark had originally decided to just allow the cops to do their job so he can spend time with his family. But as the news anchor began to include more details about the museum, Clark’s attention was immediately piqued when she stated that the museum had just recently opened an exhibit devoted towards educating everyday individuals about Superman and his home planet Krypton.

As soon as the reporter began to discuss the fact that the museum had a priceless amount of Kryptonian relics on display, Clark gave an apologetic look towards his wife and kids before quietly sitting up and rushing into his bedroom to pull his suit on. The threat of having some criminal get their hands on some Kryptonian equipment rightfully caused Clark to be alarmed. While he dedicated his life towards using these powers for good, Clark was fully aware of how detrimental Kryptonian items could be with others. In fact, it was for these exact reasons that he recalled how he didn’t even offer his blessing towards the museum’s exhibit when they first proposed it to him. Of course, his prediction came true and now he was going to have to fix it before countless people could get hurt! So as he pulled on his suit and took one good look at himself in the mirror, the man wasted no time rushing out of his house before pushing off of the ground and rapidly flying off into the night.

Within a minute, the hero was able to rapidly traverse across several miles of farmland and make his way to the museum. As he quickly made a hero landing onto the concrete road outside of the museum, Superman made his way up to a group of officers to get an up-to-date report about what had occurred so far. According to the head officer in charge, the unknown criminal had accidentally tripped a security laser upon breaking into the museum. With the assistance of drones that could look through the glass atrium in the middle of the museum, the police were able to determine that the man was working alone yet heavily armed with an armored suit and a high-grade weapon. As such, a stand-off was afoot with the police attempting to convince the man to surrender and prevent anyone from getting hurt. Unfortunately though, these talks had quickly stalled and the criminal refused to surrender, instead deciding to further barricade himself deeper into the museum.

Given the tough situation that the police were in, Superman was quick to offer his services due to his skill set and innate bulletproof skin. Although there were a few officers there who gave him sneers and angrily told him off for “invading their turf”, the Smallville resident tried his best to remain positive and cheerful in order to help bring another criminal to justice. Luckily, the chief in charge of the operation got his men in line and gave the superhero the go-ahead to help remedy the situation. After giving a slight nod in the chief’s direction, Superman levitated himself back into the air before flying up to the top of the several stories high museum.

Upon setting himself back onto stable ground, Superman quickly traversed across the museum’s metal roof until he approached the glass dome in the middle of the museum atrium. As he peered around, it didn’t take long before he saw the criminal walking around in the bulky armored suit. Not wanting to inform the man of his arrival though, Clark opted to quickly use his laser vision to cut out a portion of the window so he could slyly sneak through the hole to surprise the villain. Upon doing so and quietly setting the portion aside, the hero carefully squeezed his bulky and muscular physique through the cut-out section of the glass. Once he was through, the hero slowly levitated his way down to the ground floor and hid for a moment to conjure up a game plan.

As he quickly looked around, Clark decided to sneak attack the man with a high-speed collision to hopefully disarm him and destroy his suit so he could be easily apprehended and delivered to the police. Narrowing his eyes and taking a moment to prepare himself, the man then wasted no time as he flew at top speed and his body crashed through the long aisles of museum displays. Before the criminal could even turn to look at the source of the noise, the hero’s extended arms immediately collided with the metal suit and easily pushed him against the wall. But given Superman’s extreme strength, that wasn’t all as the force of his movement caused the duo to crash through the concrete wall before Clark gripped onto the collar of the suit and threw the man to the ground.

While the confused criminal grimaced and groaned from the impact, Clark wasted no time tugging off the suit piece by piece until the villain was left in nothing but his normal clothing. Upon peering down to examine the culprit behind the robbery though, Clark found himself shocked to see that the man’s appearance was quite unusual. Most of the villains he faced were these imposing figures who had bodies that were packed to the brim with a musculature that could rival Superman’s own physique. But looking down, Clark instead found a man who had no sort of muscle definition or impressive physical features.

Taking a look at the man’s overall physique, Clark was baffled to find that the criminal was stuck with fragile-looking arms and legs that seemed to indicate that he would be tired from even a simple jog down a street block. The man seemed young, yet with his high hairline and partial balding, Clark presumed that the man was in his mid to late 30s. To make matters worse for the man, the criminal’s pale white face and body was also ravaged with a vast array of scarring and tattoos that caused Clark to surmise that he was some sort of low-level gang member. Despite the gang affiliation though, it seemed like the poor man had been unable to pack on any muscle and was instead treated like a punching bag and guinea pig by the higher-level members based on the intense scarring that resembled knife cuts.

As the man began to stir back into consciousness, Clark opted to try and take a more gentle approach with the criminal. Clearly the man posed no physical threat to him, so he tried to be as delicate as possible upon extending a hand towards the man and quickly pulling him up to his feet. With the man looking around in pure horror as he saw his unsuited self and Superman’s imposing body, Clark tried his best to calm the man’s nerves and indicate that he had no desire to hurt him further.

“Hey, don’t worry, no more fighting needs to happen tonight. Given the threat level of that suit you were wearing, I just had to disarm you as fast as I could and figure out who was operating it,” he calmly said, looking down at the frail individual and trying his best to give a reassuring smile. “So, what’s your name?” Clark inquired, trying his best to form a connection to the criminal. In many ways, the frail and anxious man reminded Clark of his own son Jordan. Clark’s relationship with Jordan was currently strained at the moment, so the superhero father felt a strange desire to view the criminal as a stand-in for his son and thus try and be a positive influence to help the man change his life and be the best version of himself he could possibly be. If he was able to successfully do this for the criminal, Clark was hopeful that he could replicate the same thing with Jordan and fully reconnect so they could be as close as they once were.

Although the criminal remained tense and quite uncomfortable being in the hero’s presence, he eventually decided to answer Superman’s inquiry. “It’s Darren,” he said, a thick midwestern accent coming from his throat.

“Gotcha, well it’s nice to meet you then Darren. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, but alas here we are,” Clark said, finishing his sentence with a heavy sigh. “Your plan though, it’s over now Darren. I don’t know what you were trying to do here tonight, but let’s just end this now so no one has to get hurt in the process. Alright?”

After silently nodding his head in agreement, Darren shifted his head down in apparent shame as he slowly began to make his way back into the main atrium of the museum. As he passed through the large hole into the concrete wall though, the criminal opted to continue speaking once more. “I was just trying to get some quick cash to help pay for my mom’s hospital bills. She’s not doing good and I don’t have the money to keep paying for her tests,” he solemnly said, causing Clark behind him to frown in sadness.

Despite his innate desire to bring criminals to justice, Clark couldn’t help but feel severe empathy for the man. It seemed as though all avenues of Darren’s life led to disappointment and struggle, so it was no wonder why the man had no other option to resort to a life of crime! As such, Clark’s warm heart left him eager to try and help fix one aspect of Darren’s hard life.

“You know, I actually know some people who work at Metropolis General Hospital,” he began, tilting his head and looking down towards the captured criminal with a light smile. “If you wanted, I could definitely pull some strings and help get some of your mother’s tests covered for fr-” he continued, the words unexpectedly being interrupted as a sudden impact into Clark’s gut caused him to stop speaking. As he watched Darren pull his elbow back up away from his stomach, Clark’s eyes widened. The man had truly just said anything so he could get Clark’s defenses down and try to make an escape!

Watching as the man quickly fled on foot through the museum, Clark’s eyes began to rapidly redden due to the intense rage he felt about being tricked. Although he felt no pain from the impact due to his general invincibility, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about being so easily fooled. But rather than allowing his laser vision to come out in full force and quickly stop Darren in his tracks, Clark mentally pulled back due to the fear of accidentally killing the man. Instead, he stood back up onto his feet, dusted off his dusty shoulders, and pushed off the ground to begin flying towards the still-sprinting criminal.

Given his rapid speed, it didn’t take long before Superman was catching up to Darren. To be fair though, the task was fairly easy for Superman as Darren’s frantic clumsiness had caused him to stumble over the tipped over display cases and trip over the various artifacts that those cases had once held. As he extended his arms out in hopes of quickly capturing the man now lying on the ground, Clark was eager to get the standoff over with so he could return back to his family before they finished dinner. While he thought about what he was going to do once he was back home on his farm, the man was unaware of Darren’s quick motion towards grabbing a hefty rock that had been held in one of the cases. In fact, he only ever picked up on this face as Darren turned towards to face Clark and immediately slammed the superhero in the side of the head with the artifact.

As a momentary pain rushed through Clark’s head, he quickly moved back to an upright position and stood back onto the ground so he was directly above the criminal who was still lying on the ground. However, as he waited for the pain to fade away, the hero was quickly overcome by a severe tingling sensation throughout his entire body. With this sensation rushing through his body, the man’s many years of crime-fighting and battles with intergalactic foes came back to the forefront of his mind. Bizarrely, the feeling felt both familiar yet incredibly foreign at the same time.

So as Clark directed his attention back to the criminal, his eyes quickly began to widen as he saw what had become of the artifact that had hit him. Instead of the blunt and gray rock that he had felt smashed against his face, it appeared as though his angular jawline had actually caused parts of the rock to crumble! By doing so, it appeared that a special Kryptonian artifact had revealed itself to be hidden within the rock - a small piece of red kryptonite!

Immediately, the tingling sensation that he felt began to make sense. Although he hadn’t ever experienced the effects of red kryptonite for himself, his extensive research about his home planet caused him to immediately recall some basic information about the rock type. The rock itself had a wide array of effects on Kryptonians according to his own research, but all of the examples Clark had read made it abundantly clear that this was a terrible type to encounter. As such, the man tried his best to reason with the criminal and get him to set the rock down.

“Hey, you got a good lick in there huh,” Clark inquired with a chuckle, rubbing his temple where the rock had made an impact as he returned back to standing on the ground. “Now let’s not do anything stupid here Darren. That rock isn’t safe for me, and by default, that means it’s not safe for you as well. So just toss it aside and I’ll forget all about this little outburst of yours!”

However, the criminal refused to agree to those terms, instead rushing directly towards Superman with a deranged and enraged expression on his face. Preparing to just stand tall and immediately disarm the man, Clark angrily scowled while putting his hands on his hips. Watching as the man gripped the rock in his right hand, Clark waited for the man to be in close enough proximity for him to hit him and cause him to drop the rock. With him now only a foot away, Clark immediately jumped into action as he lifted up his arm and immediately brought it down on Darren’s outstretched right arm. As expected, Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the rock quickly slipped out of his grasp and began to fall towards the floor. Unfortunately though, Darren apparently had quick reflexes, as he was able to reach out his left hand and quickly capture the kryptonite once more. Before Clark could fully comprehend the swapping between hands, the superhero suddenly felt the pressure of the rock make an impact against his broad chest.

Understandably, Superman feared the wild card nature of the rock’s power and thus instinctively pushed out his arms in order to make contact with Darren’s torso and send him flying away from him. However, as the motion was completed, both men were suddenly overcome with a dizzying sensation that rendered them momentarily with a full-body numbness and an inability to see. As both of these things made their return to Clark though, the man was suddenly shocked as an intense full-body pain coursed through his body as his back suddenly made impact against a concrete wall.

Grimacing as he slid down the museum’s wall, Clark let out a deep groan after his crumpled body made an impact onto the glass-covered floor. As he gingerly tried to sit himself back up, the sudden sounds of a deep bellowing gasp and chuckle caused Clark to grow alarmed. Peeling open his eyelids to finally take a look around the destroyed museum once more, Clark directed his attention towards the source of the noise. Upon doing so though, the superhero was immediately shocked to find himself somehow staring at his own smiling body!

Looking down in an extreme mix of confusion and fear, Clark gasped in shock as he looked down and now found himself looking at Darren’s own frail, pale, and scarred body. “Wha- how did this happen,” he cried out, notably triggered by the thick and surprisingly deep Midwestern accent coming out of his mouth. “That damn kryptonite, it must have swapped our bodies Darren!” Upon turning towards the imposter inside his body though, Clark immediately shivered in fear as that alarmingly wide smile remained stuck on his former face. Watching as the imposter cockily swaggered towards him, the superhero was shocked as the real Darren began to speak once more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about buddy, I’m Superman!”

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23. Clothes ripping as the transformation progresses, or changing to match?

I'm always a fan of clothes ripping during a transformation (either whenever I'm writing or reading a story). Depending on the situation behind the changes, the clothes then may or may not change and reform to match a character's new size and build. If the purpose of the transformation is revenge or some type of punishment, it's great when a character is left embarrassed in their tattered clothing regardless of if they're left incredibly muscular or chubby.

26. Inflation?

Given the stuff I usually write, I'm just going to view this question as one about weight gain - which is something I absolutely LOVE when it comes to transformation content. In fact, many of the future novellas I plan on writing involve transformations involving both weight gain and age progression. Although writing jock transformations can be fun every once in a while, I've gotten a bit burnt out on it so the concept of switching it up via WG and AP is really appealing. Plus, I think it's only fair that every character gets to become their ideal chubby or hunky DILF forms!

28. Someone transforms you… what do they do with you after?

Well, I guess that depends on what the transformation is, wouldn't you say? Whether it's muscle growth, age progression, weight gain, or even inanimate, I suppose the ball is solely in the transformer's court in terms of what they'd want to do to me. As a result, I've got no other options besides dealing with whatever they're doing...