Selfish Top Bottom

Selfish Top Bottom

When it came to distinguishing whether a man was a top or a bottom, there was no way that anyone could look at Ryan Thompson and know that he was an absolute top. With the bulky and imposing physique of a powerlifter and an obscenely large cock that was instantly noticeable that no matter how loose or tight his pants were, the man could absolutely be the perfect individual to represent what a power top was.

Due to living in a relatively small urban town (at least in comparison to a huge city like Los Angeles or New York City), word seemed to travel fast around queer circles to the point where if you didn’t know who Ryan was, you at least knew of his reputation. He was a perpetual manwhore, constantly hooking up with anyone he wanted and discarding them immediately after they fulfilled his needs. Although most people understood that that was just the way that things worked in their community, the same could not be said about Mitchell. Although he had never actually met Ryan or been intimate with him, the young twink knew that it was someone he had no desire of ever interacting with. 

However, all of that changed once Mitchell found out that the hunk had hooked up with his best friend Shane and mistreated him once Ryan had came. As Shane recollected how the stud ridiculed the “pale” and “pathetic” man and told him to leave his apartment as soon as possible before threatening to beat his “weak pansy ass” up, Mitchell could only see red at the other man’s behavior. There was certainly no problem with hookup culture if that was how Ryan wanted to live his life, but Mitchell drew the line at blatant disrespect and homophobic rhetoric. So with that in mind, he decided to put a plan into action – one of complete revenge to teach a lesson to the asshole meathead. 

To Mitchell’s amusement, it didn’t take much for him to catch Ryan’s eye. All he had to do was show up to the same club where Ryan had met Shane and sneak peeks at the ginger-haired hunk’s beefy body and playfully avert his gaze once Ryan realized that someone was staring. After a good 30 minutes of this back and forth, the beefy stud and twink finally met before heading off to Ryan’s place to “have some fun”.

Once they were walking up the stairs to the apartment, Mitchell wasted no time giving a performance of a lifetime by pretending to be fully infatuated as he felt up the man’s thick muscles and remarked about how hot and sexy the stud was. As a result, the duo couldn’t even make it into the bedroom before they ducked into the first bathroom they saw to get more intimate. Upon undressing himself and helping Ryan take off his clothes as well, Mitchell’s right hand began to traverse down the man’s pectoral shelf and cobblestone abs as he quietly whispered under his breath. As the twink’s dainty fingers finally began to graze along Ryan’s impressive and girthy manhood, Mitchell then grit his teeth and smirked as he forcefully wrapped around the man’s cock and balls and tugged.

The immediate tension caused Ryan to gasp and scream in shock, but rather than intense pain, the tugging was soundtracked by a resounding POP that echoed through the spacious bathroom. As he looked down at himself, a guttural scream escaped his lips as he noticed two things – his crotch was completely flat reminiscent of a Ken doll and Mitchell’s frail hand was still holding onto his real cock and balls.

As Ryan desperately asked what was going on, he watched in pure horror as he watched the man whisper more words under his breath which led to a chain reaction onto his detached genitalia. Before his eyes, his cock and balls were losing its realistic organic composition and shifting to gain an artificial shimmer – his cock was turning into a rubber dildo (with a suction cup even added onto the end to fully seal the deal).

While the hunk was acting absolutely manic at the transformation that had befallen him, Mitchell was completely calm and even joyful as he savored the other’s utter helplessness. Revenge felt oh so sweet… and he still had one more thing planned to make it even sweeter! As he continued to recite the words underneath his breath, the young warlock couldn’t help but smirk as he watched his magic going to work immediately. In an instant, the man’s firm muscular butt had been replaced with an insanely large and flabby ass that would wobble with every step he took. 

Despite wanting to wring out the pathetic twink’s neck, Ryan realized that there was something preventing him from either speaking to the man or physically attacking him. So instead, he could only watch in disbelief as the twink cockily stared at the man before turning and exiting the apartment.

Now alone with his new body and desires, Ryan stood at the sink and looked back at the dildo that still hung from a nearby wall. Despite how eager his mind was in regards to getting fucked, the perpetual top had no practice bottoming and thus knew what he needed to do before he got on Grindr and searched for a man to fill his needy hole…

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As Timothy made his way into his bathroom to take a shower, there was an obvious sense of annoyance spread across his face in the form of a deep frown. Although he had just graduated early from college and returned home six months prior, his nosy and rather controlling parents were eager for him to either move back out or get a high-paying job so they could charge him for rent and utilities. Due to his parents’ persistence, the man wasn’t allowed the opportunity of having a break and just relaxing for a few months after four years of intense engineering courses. Instead, he was forced to immediately begin looking for a job.

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This job search began just a week after Timothy had finally packed up his belongings and moved back home to his rural Midwestern town. During one of the days where he was forced to help run some errands with his father, Timothy found himself in a local hardware and general shop that had a help wanted sign taped to the front window. Of course, as soon as Timothy’s father got his desired items and reached the cash register, he couldn’t resist inquiring about the help wanted sign. As the bulky corn-fed cashier gruffly told them about their need for a new cashier, Timothy immediately tensed up as he knew what was going to happen next. Just as he had expected, his father immediately pushed the meek blonde-haired man closer to the counter while talking about how his son was in need of a job after graduating.

Upon hearing this, the cashier called up a manager to talk with Timothy as he finished ringing up the items that his father was purchasing. Before he knew it, Timothy had been taken to a backroom, finished an interview with the manager, secured the position, and even been given a start date that was in just 3 days.

As he walked out to his dad’s car to share the news, Timothy tried to mentally prepare himself for the impending disagreement with his highly argumentative father. Given the fact that he had no “manly” pastimes like manual labor, he would literally be a fish out of water if he was forced to work at the hardware store. But no matter how hard he tried to explain this fact, Timothy found his father unwilling to budge on the prospect of a new job. In fact, his father even gave him an ultimatum - take the job and work there or move out and live elsewhere. Knowing that his closest living relatives were his redneck grandparents that lived down in Kentucky, this left the openly gay man with little to no options. In fact, as Timothy slowly nodded his head and agreed to take the job, his father stated the same thing to him while taking the opportunity to make a few jabs at his son’s sexuality.

“No offense kid, but it would be nice for you to become a bit more manly from this job. I mean, it’s no wonder you can’t ever find yourself a boyfriend when you’d rather play video games and mess around with Legos,” his father said with a hearty chuckle, finally putting the car into drive and allowing Timothy to escape his brand new personal hell (at least for those next 3 days).

However, by June, Timothy hadn’t learned to become more of a man’s man from working at the hardware store. Inversely, it had only reaffirmed his raging homosexuality as he found himself constantly thirsting over the hunky clientele that ranged from hot burly dads to hunky construction workers that stopped in to replenish their materials on occasion. As he stood at the register and watched as the men lifted their heavy items up from their carts and onto the counter, Timothy was constantly enamored by how their biceps and pectorals bulged against their too-tight shirts along with the slight reveal of their hairy stomachs as they lifted the items up high enough to reach the counter.

Due to the constant flexing sessions that he was always witnessing, the pale man was constantly thankful for the counter that helped conceal his near-constant boners. Given the fact that he was in an extremely conservative town in the Midwest, it seemed likely that this would be the closest he’d get to any real and personal intimacy with a man (at least without the high risk of being hate-crimed) until he saved up enough money to move out and jump into the next phase of schooling for his electrical engineering career.

Although it wasn’t surprising that being back in this rural town was impactful to the man’s confidence in terms of his sexuality, Timothy was quite certainly shocked by how detrimental returning home was to his mental health. In fact, it had gotten to the point where he was so depressed that he found himself wishing at night that he could no longer have to fear showing love and affection towards men.

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Watching as steam finally began to rise up above the shower curtain, Timothy finally stopped himself from traveling down memory lane. He only had 45 minutes to finish getting ready and eat some food before his shift started, so he definitely needed to get in and out of the shower as quickly as possible. As such, the man quickly pulled off his shirt, shorts, and underwear until he was completely nude. Taking a moment though, he opted to take one look at himself in the bathroom mirror and observe his features.

Much like every other day though, as soon as his eyes stared into his reflection, he was quite unimpressed by what he saw. Not only was his body lacking in any form of muscle definition, but his pale complexion made him look even more frail and weak. Despite having a gorgeous set of light blue eyes, they were not appealing enough to compensate for the man’s patchy facial hair, bulbous nose, and crooked teeth. Continuing down his body, he immediately cringed as he stared at his definition-less chest and saw the thick patch of brown chest hair that stuck out like a sore thumb on his body. Although it was incredibly unattractive, Timothy couldn’t bring himself to shave it off as he believed that he would look practically invisible without that hair to bring in a much needed pop of color.

Even though he was disappointed with the vast majority of his body though, there was one part that he wasn’t ashamed of - his cock. Looking down, he stared at his 5” flaccid cock and couldn’t resist allowing a slight smile to form on his face. While this was certainly an impressive feat for the blonde twink to have, it was even more hot to him when thinking about how long and girthy it got once he was hard. This was yet another reason why he was thankful for the cubby hole that was underneath the counter at work, as it was able to easily conceal the 9” cock that would proudly jut out of his pants no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.

Although this was certainly an impressive thing in Timothy’s eyes and something that he was actually happy about, the concept of having a long cock was quite the double-edged sword. Given the impressive size, he was quite a hit on Grindr while he was in college, but by the time Timothy would send the desired selfie to the person interested in hooking up, the conversation would immediately die and he’d end up spending yet another night alone. As he took a moment to observe it for one more moment, he silently wished for the opportunity to finally lose his virginity before entering the shower and preparing for the inevitably boring shift he was going to have.

After finally finishing up, putting his uniform on, and getting a quick bite to eat, Timothy finally made his way out of the house and drove to his workplace. Luckily enough, he had a few minutes to spare and thus opted to try and hype himself up by blasting some loud pop music in his car to try and keep his energy up. The store was a black hole of Timothy’s positivity, especially due to the gross fluorescent lighting and the near constant country music that played through the store’s speaker system. But as he checked his watch and saw that he only had two minutes to spare, the man finally turned off his car and made the agonizing yet short trek into his personal hell for the next 6 hours.

For the next two hours, Timothy’s pop song pick-me-up did little to save him from becoming miserable almost immediately. The clientele for the majority of the shift so far had been older elderly couples that had purchased a few items and then loved to complain to Timothy about “his lazy generation”, so it was safe to say that he was understandably ready to go home already. But luckily, Timothy was able to get some much needed eye candy shortly after passing the two hour mark as a shaggy haired blonde jock came into the store. Immediately upon hearing the man’s dopey and dim-witted voice ask for directions towards the clothing section, the cashier’s cock rose to attention as Timothy smiled and pointed him in the proper direction.

Upon hearing the jock thank him and refer to him as “bro”, it wasn’t a surprise that Timothy’s cock almost immediately began to dribble out pre-cum for the next 20 minutes while he continued to observe him in between customers. This also wasn’t helped by the fact that the jock decided that he wasn’t interested in using the store’s dressing room and instead peeled off his shirt to show off his ripped torso while trying out a series of tank tops. Although he could have watched the man change for hours, the sudden clearing of a throat near him caused Timothy to finally turn back towards the checkout lane.

Immediately, he found himself staring face-to-face with a striking woman. Although he had no interest in her due to the fact that she wasn’t a man, Timothy could easily notice how gorgeous the woman was due to her long and wavy brunette hair, impressive makeup that allowed her eyes to look incredibly doe-eyed, and a curvy figure that was struggling to stay within the confines of a tight flower-patterned sundress.

“Oh hello there,” Timothy said, attempting to hide his blushing towards the stripping jock with a wide smile. Looking down, he watched as the woman placed her basket of items onto the countertop and flashed back a bright white smile towards the cashier.

“Hi there. I was wondering if you’d be able to help me make sure I’m getting the right stuff,” she said, her voice in an incredibly cheerful tone that immediately caused Timothy to not feel so dour.

“Uh, I’m not really the best person to ask about this stuff, but I can try my best to help you out I guess,” Timothy said, that wide smile shrinking into a smaller one as he leaned down towards the basket and pulled the items out. In doing so, he found himself staring at a bucket of screws, a few common tools, and a large handheld drill.

“Oh that’s ok, my husband sent me a list of things to get. I just want someone to make sure I’m not misreading anything,” the woman responded, pulling her phone out of her purse and beginning to unlock it.

In hopes of trying to make some small talk and allow the time to pass a bit faster, Timothy found himself trying to engage in more conversation as she scrolled through her text messages. “So, what are you doing with all of this stuff,” he inquired, looking up from the counter and towards the woman.

“Well, my husband’s been wanting to create a back patio and deck for our house for a few years now. So now that he’s got a huge increase in customers at his business, he finally decided that he was going to make it over the summer. His goal is to finish it by the 4th of July, but I honestly don’t know if he’ll finish it in time,” she said, finishing her sentence with a light chuckle that only made her seem more bubbly in Timothy’s eyes.

“Ah nice, that’s cool. My parents have a back patio at their house and it’s really nice,” he responded, his tone growing increasingly chipper with each exchange they had between each other. “You said your husband got a huge increase in customers at his business right? If you don’t mind me asking, what does he do,” he further inquired, his still-horny mind from the shirtless jock dude making him eager to paint a mental portrait of this mysterious handyman husband.

“Oh no, it’s totally fine. He’s a personal trainer, he runs a business out of the local gym here and also through Instagram and stuff. I guess you could say he’s a bit of an influencer, but not really since he’s terrible with technology,” she continued, flashing a wide smile that once again made Timothy’s workplace not feel so drab and boring for the moment.

Upon hearing the concept of her husband being a personal trainer, Timothy was back to being rock hard from underneath the counter. Letting his mind run wild, he envisioned the most attractive and muscular man possible, thinking about how great it must be to be with someone like that. In many ways, Timothy was jealous of the woman, but he was also happy for her due to her seeming like a nice down-to-earth lady.

“Ah here it is,” the woman cheerfully said, breaking the horny gay man out of his inner thirsting as she handed the phone over to Timothy to show him the text. Taking his time, the man slowly checked and verified that each item that the woman had grabbed was correct. But as he did so, he also took the opportunity to scan through the messages that he had sent both prior and after the list text. From doing this, he was able to find out the hunky man’s name: Liam.

Just as Timothy was able to finally gather that information about the man’s name, the woman’s phone suddenly buzzed as a text message came through. At that instant, the phone automatically pulled Timothy down to the most recent message, which was a brand new text from Liam that he couldn’t resist reading.

Liam: Hey babe, just got done at the gym. Gonna wash up and head home. I’ve been thinking about you during my entire pump… 🍆

Right after he finished reading that message, the phone once again vibrated as a brand new image suddenly appeared and allowed Timothy to see what the woman’s husband looked like.

Given the reveal, Timothy felt his dick throb from underneath the counter as his dirty mind envisioned the hunky tattooed man fucking the giddy and cheerful woman in an extremely dominant fashion. Apparently, this vision was able to elicit a shift in Timothy's expression as the woman curiously asked what was wrong.

Breaking himself out of that horny mindset, the man was understandably flustered about how to respond. “I- um, your uh, husband sent you a message,” Timothy stammered out, handing the phone back to the woman and allowing her to gasp and blush before closing the phone and tucking it back into her purse. “But uh, those are all of the correct items he asked for. So yeah, we can go ahead and get you checked out,” he continued, attempting to change the subject while trying to get his cheeks to no longer look flush.

Upon finishing ringing up the items, Timothy quickly announced the total and proceeded to the payment phase as the woman, equally bashful, inserted her card and entered her PIN code. While this was going on, the pale gay man’s mind was going wild with continued visions of Liam completely nude. But instead of envisioning him with the brunette woman, Timothy had instead inserted himself into the visions, allowing the hunk to easily seduce and fuck his tiny ass while making Timothy worship his muscles.

As the payment went through and the receipt finally began to print, there was one lingering thought that was running through the cashier’s head. I would literally do anything to have a life with a guy like that. They seem so genuinely happy and in love with each other, why can’t I ever have something like that for myself? But as he saw another customer finally begin to join the line, Timothy forced himself to push aside that thought. Quickly grabbing onto the receipt, the man extended it outwards for the woman to grab as he told her to have a great day. But as soon as she gripped onto the receipt, Timothy’s vision went completely dark and he seemed to be enveloped into nothingness.

Out of nowhere though, an all-too familiar voice suddenly was picked up on and made Timothy feel confused. “Excuse me ma’am, you dropped your receipt,” he heard, which caused himself to finally return to consciousness and open his eyes. Upon doing so, the man audibly gasped as he found himself standing at the other side of the counter and staring at his own body.

“Wha, what’s going on?” he said, his voice wavering as he began to hyperventilate in complete shock. Why does my voice feel weird and sound incredibly soft? As he felt a slight weight tugging against his left elbow, Timothy darted his eyes downward, which caused him to suddenly see a light pink purse hanging from it. Beginning to piece things together, the man quickly looked around further, taking note of the thin and flowy sundress he was now wearing, the perky and sizable breasts that were threatening to spill out of that aforementioned sundress, and the long wavy hair that kept falling into his face every time he leaned downwards. He had somehow swapped bodies with the female customer!

Although he was understandably confused by what was going on, that confusion was further elevated as he found that the woman who had swapped bodies with him seemed unaware of anything that had happened to him. In fact, Timothy’s usual pessimistic and dour mood was on full display as if she was the real version!

“Uh nothing is going on lady. You bought your items and then dropped your receipt before spazzing out for no reason. I’ve got a bit of a line forming, so I’m gonna have to ask you to move aside so I can start helping others,” the woman-turned-cashier coldly said, immediately telling the next customer to move forward so “he” could begin scanning them.

In complete shock, Timothy gripped onto the three bags that the woman had purchased and sort of slowly moved away from the register. Throughout the few strides he made towards an empty section near the front of the store, Timothy found himself immediately stumbling due his new footwear: a pair of white platform wedge sandals. While it seemed as though the woman had naturally adapted to believing like she was a man and acting like the real Timothy, the brand new married woman hadn’t been afforded the same luxury.

Due to this, Timothy found himself curious and somewhat eager to get more acquainted with his new form and thus decided to head towards the bathrooms inside the store. Although he almost nearly ran into the men’s restroom, he was able to successfully stop himself before trouble ensued and head towards the women’s restroom. Upon making sure that no one else was in the restroom, he locked the door behind him and set down the bags of items against one of the walls. Upon doing so, the man gingerly made his way towards the mirror and watched in awe as the woman’s curvy figure and gorgeous face were reflected back at him. No matter how hard he tried to pinch himself (and his new dainty and hairless arms) in hopes of discovering this to be some strange dream, the desired result didn’t occur for the incredibly confused man.

So for several minutes, Timothy playfully tested out his new body in a multitude of ways. He expressed countless emotions to see how they manifested onto the cute face of a woman and took note of how annoying long hair could be despite enjoying running his fingers through the wavy brunette locks. Due to his more curvy figure as well, he couldn’t resist running his hands up his dress and squeezing his large breasts and pillowy ass cheeks to adapt to his new hourglass figure. Upon doing this, the man grew curious further and decided to experiment by breaking into a jog in place to feel the sensations he would now be forced to get used to. Although it was certainly not great to feel such strange areas of heft in comparison to his skinny and frail body, Timothy believed that he could most certainly get used to it in time as he spent more and more time as a member of the opposite sex. 

Before he could dive further into exploring his new form though, a sudden vibration emerged in Timothy’s new purse. Unzipping it, he pulled the purse lips open and reached in with his well-manicured pink nails. As they finally grazed against the woman’s cell phone, he gripped onto it and pulled it out. Clicking on the power button, he watched as the home screen informed him of a brand new text from Liam. Although he had no idea what the woman’s passcode was, FaceID came to the rescue as he was granted access to his new phone and quickly opened up the new text message.

Liam: Hey babe, is everything ok? You read the message but never responded.

Although he knew that he was talking about his wife, Timothy’s heart couldn’t resist fluttering upon realizing that Liam was now talking about him. As such, he was quick to fire off a message to try and explain the delay

Timothy: Yeah, sorry about that. I was dealing with some issues at the hardware store.

Liam: Oh ok, do I need to come down there?

Upon envisioning the concept of the hunky personal trainer coming to his rescue, Timothy would have surely been rocking a thick and throbbing boner. But now that he was a woman, this sensation was now a deep tingling from the inner depths of his crotch. Giddy at the attention from his new husband, instant flirtation immediately came to his mind that quickly translated into text.

Timothy: No, but I certainly wouldn’t be mad at seeing you sooner rather than later.. 👀

Although he wasn’t intending on beginning a sexting exchange with his new husband, Timothy’s words seemingly spurred Liam into action as Timothy soon found his phone bombarded by a text and video.

Liam: Ask and you shall receive babe! 😜 I’m always down to please you Cassie, and as you can see, I clearly miss you too… 😳

While Timothy was most certainly excited to check out the video that Liam had sent, his attention was immediately caught by the fact that he now knew his new name. Cassie, you definitely seem like a Cassie, he thought to himself as he turned into the mirror and admired the girly visage and body. Now secure in his new identity, the brand new woman took the opportunity to click on the video and allow it to play.

Cassie: Wow you’re such a fucking tease, why did you have to end it right before the best part? 😩

Liam: I mean, how else am I gonna encourage you to come home ASAP? I’m needy and want you so badly…

Feeling that wave of pleasure coursing through his body once more, Timothy was eager to continue on with the teasing.

Cassie: I want you so badly too babe. I’ve been thinking about you a lot too…

Liam: Prove it.

Being egged on by the sense of a challenge, Timothy decided to become even more of a tease to the horny man. Pulling open the camera, he began to record himself slowly pulling down his sundress before suddenly wagging a finger at the camera and abruptly ending the recording. Upon sending the video off, Timothy couldn’t resist chuckling as Liam rapidly typed out a response.

Liam: C’mon babe, gimme some more. I’ve sent you several compromising photos and videos so far. You’re in a public restroom, lock the door and give me a little bit of a show!

Feeling incredibly eager to both please his new husband while also being encouraged by how much he lusted over his wife, Timothy once again verified that the door to the bathroom was locked before finally deciding to further explore his body. Gingerly, he slipped off the sundress and allowed it to land in a clump on top of his platform sandals and partially slump onto the tiled floor. Although he felt an inner desire to pull off his bra and take a look at his tits, the concept of struggling to pull back on the bra left him quick to abort the idea. So at first, he quickly snapped a few photos in just his bra and panties before sending them off.

Since he knew that Liam would surely be begging for more though, Timothy furthered the fun and decided to pull down his panties and take the opportunity to record himself exploring his new genitalia. As such, as soon as he pressed record and began to run his fingers along the lips of his new pussy, Timothy couldn’t resist moaning and uttering Liam’s name as he envisioned the hunky personal trainer putting every inch of his clearly sizable manhood into his feminine folds.

Upon finishing recording the video, Timothy quickly sent it off and admired his figure some more while awaiting his husband’s new response. Not surprisingly, it only took a minute after the message was delivered for Liam to send another text response with an accompanying photo.

Liam: Oh fuck yeah babe, you better feel up that tight little cunt and think of me. I’m tired of waiting, get dressed and come home immediately. The sooner you get here, the sooner I can eat you out before we get onto the main event…

Reading the message in conjunction with the open-mouthed photo that his husband had sent, Timothy was just as over the texting as Liam was. Although he had no idea what was going to happen when it came to having sex with a pussy, his desires and lust for the man was too much to resist any longer. So as he pulled back on his panties and the sundress, Timothy took one last look into the mirror before zhuzhing up his hair.

As soon as he would exit this bathroom, he would forever leave behind his old life as a pale and frail gay virgin. Although there was a slight twinge of loss towards his years of hard work when it came to college, none of that would matter if he had no one to hold him at night and treat him with the love and respect that he deserved. So although he wasn’t entirely the biggest fan of losing out on his impressive cock and becoming a woman, he ultimately viewed it as a necessary loss to get everything that he’s wanted in life. After leaning down and grabbing onto the bags of items that her husband had wanted, the brand new Cassie eagerly unlocked the door and stepped into her new life.

Making her way out of the hardware store, the woman’s hips naturally swayed and allowed her juicy ass to draw all of the attention of the other shoppers (as best as it could from her gorgeous and prominent rack). As she approached the front door of the store, Cassie slowly turned around and gave a light wave to the bored-looking cashier. Not surprisingly, his wave back was not enthusiastic in the slightest as Timothy quickly did that and went back to taking care of the blonde-haired jock who had a basket full of tank tops resting on the counter.

Turning back on her heels, the woman finally made her leave and slowly pressed the fob of her car keys until her car revealed itself to her. Finally approaching it, she quickly opened the backseat door and deposited the three bags before finally entering the driver’s seat and turning on the engine. Quickly pulling open her phone, she pressed the “Home” location on her phone’s GPS and allowed the directions to begin. As she sat there for a moment, a wide smile formed on her face as she realized just how great this life was going to be for her.

As if on cue, a loud ding echoed through the car’s speakers as another text message from her husband filled Cassie’s car. Opening it up, she couldn’t help but gasp at what she both read and saw.

Liam: I love you so much babe, I can’t wait to fuck your pussy so good tonight. Just think of all of the fun we’ll have this summer once I finish building that patio deck for you…

Not surprisingly, Cassie’s mind began to play the video on an endless loop. With each instance of watching her husband bite his lip in an incredibly erotic way and shake his sizable bulge for the camera, she found herself quite desperate to get her hands, mouth, and pussy all over his glorious manhood. As such, the woman instantly pulled her car into reverse before speeding off to have some quality time with the absolute love of her life.

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A Bostick Family Halloween

It was Halloween night and while most kids and adults were out on the town enjoying the festivities, Marty Bostick was sitting at home. Given his age of 54, the hard-working laborer and divorcée was far too exhausted from a long day at work to really go out anywhere. This ended up being totally fine though because several of his co-workers and best friends felt the same way and thus decided to just drive to Marty’s place and have some drinks while watching some TV together. Although it was certainly a far cry from the old high school parties he was used to attending on Halloween night decades prior, Marty still was thankful to have some friends to spend the night with given the fact that his son Dylan was out of the house.

Just thinking of Dylan was enough to make the perpetually dour man perk up. Although he certainly had many regrets in his life such as dropping out of college and growing lax on his workout regime until he had a fairly obese physique, the birth of his son was the only thing he was truly proud of. Despite how much of a lost cause Marty felt like he was, he was somehow able to help mold a son that was a stand-up man in almost all regards. Not only was the man incredibly cheerful and sweet despite his imposingly muscular physique, Dylan also had an impressive career as a police officer in town. While there were countless bad seeds in the force that continued to get exposed throughout the country, it appeared as though Dylan was not one of those guys as everyone in town universally adored and respected him.

As such, it was no surprise to Marty then that Dylan had been invited as a special guest for the big Halloween party run by the mayor. Given how much he cared for and adored his son though, it very much felt like a slap in the face that he wasn’t invited to be Dylan’s plus-one for the party. Although it made sense that the officer opted to invite his girlfriend to the event given the fact that the couple had already planned out costumes as Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, it was still a rather brutal blow to Marty’s low self-esteem as his mind just jumped to the conclusion that his son was embarrassed to be around him.

So with this in mind as he was stuck in his house drinking, Marty’s mental state very quickly shifted into extreme moods of both sadness and anger as his words further slurred. As such, the man’s friends opted to hopefully lighten the mood via a simple game of truth or dare. Despite how childish of an idea it was, Marty quickly came around to the concept and thus eagerly agreed to play.

For the next hour or so then, the group of three took turns asking each other increasingly personal questions or daring them to do a fun and reckless activity for the group’s amusement. Given the increased drunkenness due to them taking a shot after each round finished, it quickly became clear that the truth questions were getting increasingly personal as the men became unfiltered. In fact, one of the men in the group had even dropped a bombshell revelation of a long-time yet secret affair that he had been having with his neighbor. Due to this fear of getting a deeply personal question, Marty opted to go for a dare when his turn finally came. Unfortunately though, the dare that he received from his closest friend instantly caused Marty to be reminded of the slight jealousy he felt towards his son.

“I dare you tooooo… put on your son’s police uniform!”

Despite his slight anxiety about possibly ruining his son’s uniform from the dare due to his larger size and the intense jealousy he felt towards Dylan, Marty’s inebriated status mixed with a little bit of peer pressure caused him to push aside those intruding thoughts and accept the dare. Now with a task that required him to get off of his wide recliner, the man grunted and groaned as he pushed down the leg rest and used the momentum to forcefully propel himself to his feet. After taking a step and almost toppling over, the obese man took a moment to steady his feet before finally stumbling his way down the hallway until he reached Dylan’s bedroom.

Upon turning the door handle and pushing his way in, Marty’s eyes traversed around the fairly cluttered and messy bedroom. It was due to this sight that the father had a momentary flashback to his son’s upbringing. Even despite Dylan fully becoming an adult and highly-respected man, he still kept his bedroom looking just like it did when he was in high school. After this brief trip down memory lane, Marty recalled the fact that this was the first time he had entered his son’s room in years. Ever since he had graduated high school and went into the police force, the man mentally vowed to stop treating his son like a little kid and allowed him to have this space all to himself. Now here he was, breaking his privacy oath for a stupid dare! What Dylan won’t know won’t hurt him, Marty thought to himself as he decided to step further into the bedroom and make his way towards Dylan’s closet.

Luckily, Marty didn’t have to search far for his son’s uniform because it was the second thing he saw while searching through the hanged-up clothing. Grabbing onto the uniform and pulling it out, hanger and all, Marty quickly made his way into Dylan’s adjoined bathroom and shut the door. Upon taking just a singular look in the mirror and witnessing his weathered face and wide, chubby frame, the man turned away from the mirror as he hung the hanger on the door knob and began to disrobe.

After taking a moment to pull off his 3XL graphic tee commemorating a NASCAR race he had gone to several years back along with the mesh shorts that he wore when lounging around his house, the man found himself nearly nude besides the unflattering tighty whities around his wide ass and miniscule crotch.

Despite knowing that the uniform would surely not fit his body given the fact that Dylan was much leaner despite his muscular physique, Marty continued forward with his dare. He unbuttoned the shirt from the hanger, struggling momentarily due to the pudgy and less nimble fingers he had. After finally getting the buttons undone, Marty tried his best to put it on. Although he was able to successfully pull the shirt in through each sleeve (which was quite shocking given the struggle his wide and flabby arms had fitting through the tight sleeves), this was the best he could do as his gut prevented him from fully buttoning up the shirt. Moving his arms as he continued to attempt to use the shirt to cover up as much as his upper torso as possible, the man groaned as the tight sleeves felt as if they were sausage casings squeezing his bulky upper arms.

Eager to just get this dare over with so he can feel comfortable once more, Marty’s attention shifted back to the hanger as he grabbed the pants. Given how wide he was, he already knew in advance that it would be a difficult task to pull the pants up his legs without somehow tearing the fabric. Luckily though, there was no problem pulling them through his feet and up past his calves, which was the cause of a well-deserved sigh of relief for Marty. Now that this was complete though, the real test began when it came to his thighs and waist. Unsurprisingly as a result, the man soon found that the fabric was unable to move much further beyond his calves. Turning to look in the mirror caused the man’s lips to curl downwards in pure disgust due to just how ill-fitting the uniform was. Given how wide and flabby his thunder thighs were, his pants were unable to go past his knees. When taking this into account along with the ill-fitting shirt that was unable to be fully worn and buttoned up to the hefty flabby gut he had, Marty found himself on the verge of tears due to just how disgusting he felt.

Unable to look at himself any further in this outfit due to how self-conscious he was, Marty prepared to pull off the uniform and go back to his friends. If they dared to question him, he could just simply bring out the uniform and showcase just how big he was in comparison to the outfit. There was absolutely no way that he was going to go out there nearly nude in this outfit!

However, just as he grabbed onto the front edge of one panel of the unbuttoned shirt fabric, a loud POP filled the room and caused Marty to gasp in shock. Looking around, the man expected to see a blown light bulb due to the noise, but there was no indication of any shattered glass or disturbance. Everything somehow looked exactly the same as it had when he first walked into the bathroom. As his eyes slowly made a passing glance at his mirror though, Marty suddenly realized that statement wasn’t true as he stopped himself to take note of his reflection. Given how firm and wide his gut was, the fabric of the unbuttoned shirt had been unable to go anywhere further than from his sides. However, now as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, it seemed as though his gut was somehow… shrinking?

Continuing to stare into the mirror in confusion, the man watched as his upper half was suddenly losing his flabby heft like a deflating balloon. While his gut was the most prominent area to lose mass as his stomach was going from a firm ball gut to a light flabby lower torso, there were several other areas of his upper body that were losing years worth of flab. As a result, in just mere seconds Marty had gained a flat chest while his neck thinned out and his arms turned twig-like.

Although this was certainly more than enough to make the man happy, Marty’s body wasn’t seemingly done changing yet as a warmth suddenly began to spread through his arms, chest, and stomach. Before his eyes, Marty watched as this warmth gave way to a brand new addition to his physique - muscles! Slowly but surely, the sleeves of Dylan’s outfit were getting tight on Marty’s upper arms, but instead of flab this time, it was due to the sudden growth of wider shoulders and some prominent biceps. Looking down in awe, Marty couldn’t resist lifting his arms up and flexing for his own amusement in the mirror. He had no idea what was happening, but he surely wasn’t complaining whatsoever. If wearing his son’s police uniform was going to somehow turn him into a full-blown hunk, so be it!

Despite his desire to watch his pecs and abs grow into existence, filling out Dylan’s uniform was a sudden yet arousing concept that popped into Marty’s head. As such, the dad used his now-thinner fingers to move with haste as he quickly buttoned up the shirt and watched the magic continue. Luckily, he was able to finish in time to watch as a firm pectoral shelf pushed forth against the shirt along with the sudden emergence of a six-pack that clung to the fabric as if to demand the attention of anyone who dared to look at him.

With his upper torso now completely changed into that of a gym rat, the sudden re-emergence of the loud popping noise informed Marty that the erasure of his flab was beginning once more. As such, the man smirked to himself as he watched his meaty thighs deflate along with his wide yet misshapen ass. With the roadblocks of his flabby thighs now out of the way, Marty quickly grabbed onto the waistband of Dylan’s pants and pulled them back up to continue their journey up his legs and allow him to fully wear the outfit. Upon making it to his waist, Marty quickly tucked his shirt in to match what he had seen Dylan do before zipping up his pants and fully fastening Dylan’s belt around his now much slimmer waist.

With this now completed, the muscle growth towards Marty’s malnourished-looking bottom half quickly began its process. Instead of a flabby and flat ass, two firm bowling ball sized ass-cheeks manifested that firmly filled out the back of Dylan’s pants with ease. Just taking a few steps around the cramped bathroom caused Marty to get his first experience with such a thick ass that wobbled and bounced… although with power now rather than pathetic flab.

While he was too busy admiring his new ass, the changes continued to progress further down his legs as his pencil-shaped manhood grew in all directions until it filled out the crotch of his pants. This was also furthered by the man’s balls increasing in size until they resembled golf balls. Moving further down, his calves bulked up while his feet grew several sizes larger, a change that appeared as though the universe was making sure Marty could easily run long distances on the off-chance that he had to pursue a perp on foot.

Although it seemed as though his transformation into a muscular police officer was complete, the sudden tingling throughout Marty’s arms, chest, and back revealed otherwise. Directing his attention to his arms caused Marty to realize a startling fact. While he at first thought that the uniform was turning him into a hunky version of himself, the sudden appearance of tattoos manifesting along his arms caused the man to realize that this wasn’t true. He was actually turning into a duplicate of his son! So as he watched the ink continue to spread through his arms to perfectly match Dylan’s own tattoos, the tingling across his chest and back also informed him of the fact that he was gaining Dylan’s full back tattoo and ink along his pecs.

Continuing to look in the mirror with an expression of pure disbelief, it didn’t take long before he noticed that his facial features were shifting to match Dylan. As he lost his double chin and his cheeks were drained of their puffiness, Marty witnessed his chin grow more pointed as his jawline also cracked and altered to become much more angular. While his lips thinned and his teeth altered to become perfectly in-line due to Dylan’s orthodontic work throughout the years, the man’s rounded and bulbous nose shifted to a more prominent and pointed shape that felt innately more masculine. With each passing blink, his eyes shifted from a muddy brown to a light blue that were infamous for getting the girls to fall for the young officer. Smiling as he watched his balding hair suddenly reappear and darken to match his son’s own color and style, Marty savored the sight of his wrinkle-free visage and the prominent dimples around his now-stubbled cheeks. Although it was bizarre to observe how his son looks, it was clear that Marty had helped create an absolute stud!

With this sudden boost to his confidence, it wasn’t much of a shock that Marty found himself spending several more minutes in the mirror flexing his muscles and testing out countless facial expressions. Of course, throughout the man provided his best commentary about how shocking and crazy the whole situation was, which in turn caused his bulge to grow rock hard and throb due to how he now spoke with Dylan’s deep and booming voice. Although Marty himself had a similar country twang to his voice, it didn’t even come close to matching the deep bass that Dylan spoke with, so it was quite a welcome change for Marty. Surely with a voice like this, he’d have no problem getting people to listen to him and respect his orders!

Despite the fact that Marty could have spent hours alone in that bathroom, the reminder of the dare caused the man to recall that there were two other people waiting out there for his return. Given how bizarre the situation had become upon trying on Dylan’s outfit, the man couldn’t help but smile as he walked out to see what the duo thought in terms of the aftermath of the dare…

However, as soon as he returned and made his grand reveal to the group, the two men instinctively just said “Hey Dylan” and began to make small talk by asking about how life in the force had been treating him. No matter how hard he tried to convince the duo that he was really Marty though, they refused to believe such an incredible and fantastical story. Although he could certainly understand that, the man was also slightly peeved about how hard-headed his middle-aged friends were. As such, the man just opted to “stop the charade” with the group and pretend to be the real Dylan. Upon weaving a story that involved him discovering “Dad” wasted on the bathroom floor and then putting him to bed, Marty was relieved to see that the duo then quickly decided to make their leave from his house.

Now with the house to himself, Marty couldn’t help but return to the mirror and continue flexing and admiring the musculature that he had never had before. As he stood there in the bathroom and felt the innate power that was contained within each of Dylan’s muscular limbs, the father realized he was correct for being so jealous of his son. It wasn’t fair in the slightest that he felt like a miserable piece of shit most days while Dylan got to feel so powerful and manly nonstop!

So as he continued to flex in the mirror for the next hour or so, the man was having a blast. However, all of that changed when he heard the sound of the front door closing. Now realizing that Dylan had returned home and he was stuck in Dylan’s bathroom while with an exact copy of his son’s body, Marty tried his best to come up with a plan to get away scot-free with the transformation he had undergone. Given the fact that he was still in the midst of coming up with a plan, the man soon found himself having to improvise as he heard the sound of Dylan walking into his bedroom.

Trying his best to keep quiet ultimately failed as he heard Dylan’s voice bring up the fact that the bathroom light was on for some reason. Upon quickly yet delicately ducking behind the glass shower door, Marty tried his best to keep quiet as he could hear Dylan’s footsteps growing louder as he stepped foot into the bathroom. Although he was fearful of what was going to happen, Marty’s desire to explore the town with Dylan’s body had him suddenly acting quite bold. Before he knew what he was doing, Marty was suddenly rushing out of the shower and running up on the police officer. Upon latching onto Dylan’s back, Marty suddenly put his brand new physique to use by wrapping his burly arm around his son’s neck and using the combination of his wide forearm and bulging bicep to slowly choke out his son.

Understandably, Dylan immediately jumped to defend himself by backing the attacker against the wall in hopes of knocking the wind out of him. Unfortunately for Dylan, Marty stayed firmly clasped around his neck. As they continued to bounce around the tiny bathroom like a pinball due to the ongoing struggle, this soon led to a startling revelation for Dylan as he looked up into the bathroom mirror and saw that a perfect copy of himself was attacking him. Even weirder was the fact that this duplicate was decked out in his police uniform!

“Wha- what the fuck?! Who are you? WHAT are you?!” Dylan cried out, his voice getting more and more frantic with each word spoken.

But soon, no more words were uttered by Dylan as the struggle continued once more. Marty didn’t want to risk having his night ruined by Dylan somehow breaking free and rushing to reveal the truth, so the man was left with no other choice but to fully choke out his son until he was unconscious. Despite Dylan having the same exact physique as his attacker, the man’s attempts to pull his doppelganger’s arm away from his neck were in vain as he ultimately lost consciousness and slumped down towards the floor.

Upon letting go and checking his son’s pulse to make sure that he was still alive, Marty couldn’t resist chuckling as he grabbed his son’s hefty body and dragged him into the bedroom. With no other available options, he decided to just throw him onto the bed. “I’m sorry kiddo, but the night’s still young and I don’t want to miss any fun. I need to go and enjoy this body while I have it,” Marty said with a cocky smirk as he swaggered his way away from the bed and looked down at his unconscious son.

Surely Dylan would wake up in shock and thus thrash and scream due to the shock of both being tied up and attacked by a duplicate of himself, so Marty tried his best to prepare for that. Upon grabbing some socks and a bandana from Dylan’s drawer, Marty quickly stuffed the unconscious man’s mouth with the sock before tying the bandana around his head to prevent him from making too much noise by removing the sock.

Once this was done, Marty quickly realized that he needed to tie the man down somewhere to prevent him from escaping the bedroom and revealing to the town that Marty wasn’t the real Dylan. As such, a quick trip into his garage led the father to bring into the bedroom some rope and a metal folding chair. Upon opening the folding chair, Marty grabbed his son’s bulky body and placed him into it before using the rope and his Boy Scouts knowledge to firmly tie Dylan to the chair and bind his wrists together so he could not escape.

Upon finishing tying up the man and verifying that the knots and bandana ball-gag were in place, Marty’s lips pulled back into a victorious grin as he realized that he had truly gotten away with stealing his son’s body for the night. With the thought of using Dylan’s body to get wasted and hopefully find someone to hook up with, Marty didn’t allow himself too much time to savor his successful plan. Instead, he quickly headed back into the bathroom to make sure he looked presentable. Once in there, Marty took a second to slick back his hair before smiling at his own reflection and flexing his biceps against the tight sleeve of his police uniform. Upon making sure that his outfit was still looking great on his body, Marty took a moment to psych himself up and adopt Dylan’s usual wide stance before sauntering out to the bedroom once more and heading towards the front door of the house.

As he made his way out to the hallway and began to close the bedroom door though, a sudden popping noise caught Marty’s attention. Ducking his head back in and verifying that his son was still unconscious and tied up to the chair, the man shrugged his shoulders before finally making his way out of the house and getting into his pickup truck to enjoy a wild night out on the town as the city’s hottest cop…

Unfortunately, if Marty had paid more attention and fully checked on his son, he would have realized that the source of the noise was from a button of Dylan’s shirt. Somehow, it appeared as though the inverse transformation was happening to Dylan as his lower torso was growing more and more flabby. With the tattoos suddenly fading away from his skin as his hair began to both recede and fall out of his scalp, it became clear that Dylan was somehow turning into a replacement version of his older and overweight father. Luckily, Marty had left some slack in the restraints, because it would certainly be quite necessary by the time the man shifted into the 300-lbs Marty…

* * * * *

Upon getting home just after 3 AM, Marty stumbled his way through his house while pulling off Dylan’s uniform. Due to living in a small town, the man knew exactly where the best spots for Halloween partying were. So upon arriving at the local bar that was frequented by the majority of the cops in town, it wasn’t long before the afterparty began now that the town’s hunky cop had finally made it. As such, it didn’t take long before Marty was breaking out of his reserved shell and becoming the life of the party. Given his son’s smaller yet hunkier size, it took even less time to get the man fully wasted to the point where he was stumbling around and sloppily flirting with countless women. In fact, he was getting so comfortable and cocky within Dylan’s body that he even took one girl out deep in the woods behind the bar to passionately fuck her. Although it was an erotic experience in general to be so openly sexual, it was even hotter to hear Marty hear the woman passionately moan Dylan’s name and loudly beg for him to go both faster and harder.

In the aftermath of this, Marty felt completely free and liberated from any real imposter syndrome. If he was able to convince both fellow officers and a gorgeous woman that he was the hunky officer Dylan Bostick, then he could easily fool everyone into believing that he was the real Dylan! As such, this led to Marty growing more and more talkative and outgoing. In fact, the man was growing so confident that he even did some strip poker with some of Dylan’s police buddies and felt no shame pulling off his clothes and showing off Dylan’s muscular physique to both his male partners and their girlfriends.

But despite how much fun he had, the reminder of work the next morning caused Marty to finally call it and return home so he could get as much sleep as possible. Not only was his job super early at the factory, but he also needed to wake up even earlier so he could go back to his old body and untie Dylan! So after finally stripping into just those now loose and baggy white underwear and falling into bed, it wasn’t long before Marty had completely passed out and filled the room with Dylan’s infamous snoring.

Now with both men now fast asleep, their dreams couldn’t help but focus further on the events of Halloween. While Marty was certainly having the best possible dream finding himself inside his hunky son’s body and continuing to live his life as a local town celebrity as the hottest cop around, Dylan was flailing around in his chair while having the nightmare of being ruthlessly attacked by his doppelganger. Unfortunately for Dylan though, waking up the next morning would provide further horror as he’d find himself in possession of his father’s obese older body rather than his hunky one. In more ways than one, Marty would find himself in for a treat with his brand new and permanent life as a hunky cop while Dylan would suffer as an older obese factory worker via a trick carried out by both the universe and his very own father that had severely backfired…

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Questions for TF fans

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1. What’s your Favorite kind of TF? 2. Do you like Inanimate TF? 3. Would you rather Transform other people or change yourself? 4. What got you interested in TF? 5. Absolutely favorite TF art? 6. Absolutely favorite TF story? 7. Anthro or full animal TF? 8. Best part of transformation for you? 9. All good TFs need to have… 10. Willing or unwilling TF subject? 11. TG in your TF? 12. What other kinks do you have? 13. What excites you about TF? 14. What embarrasses you about TF? 15. Does anyone else know about your TF kink? 16. What other kinks do you have? 17. What kink excites you most, excluding TF? 18. Any kinks you’re embarrassed by? 19. Any kinks you didn’t think you’d be into but are? 20. What’s your favorite TF fantasy? 21. Favorite way to initiate a TF? 22. Mental changes to match physical changes, or a human mind trapped in an inhuman body? 23. Clothes ripping as the transformation progresses, or changing to match? 24. Favorite part of the body to watch transform? 25. Size changes? 26. Inflation? 27. If you could transform one person into anything you wanted, who would you change and into what? 28. Someone transforms you… what do they do with you after? 29. Who is your favorite shape shifter in media? 30. Favorite depiction of a transformation in media? 31. Permanent transformation? 32. Willing or forced transformation? 33. One part of your body you want to change? 34. One part of your body you’re really happy with? 35. What kinds of TF do you find a turnoff? 36. Magic or science? 37. Favorite thing to TF into? 38. Do you RP? 39. Ever act out a TF fantasy with a partner? 40. If anyone found out about your TF kink you’d…

Punished For Pride

“Hey stud, time to come back to Earth! Weren’t you going to flex those muscle tits of yours for me?”

As Joseph shook his head, the man gave a dopey chuckle before taking a puff from the cigarette that loosely hung from his lips. Despite thinking such a command was weird, he pulled open his shirt and began to sensually pop his pecs for the enthusiastic twink standing in front of him. Upon doing it a few times and watching the twink stare in absolute lust though, the sudden throbbing of his boner made him shake away such a bizarre thought. Why would this be weird? He loved nothing more than flaunting his godly body to pretty twinks like this guy!

Across from him Oliver, the twink, couldn’t help but have a full-body shiver while standing outside in his glittery mesh crop top and vibrant purple booty shorts. Although this was partially due to the cold breeze that whipped against his frail frame, he was truly shivering in both delight and amusement at the man who was continuing to flex his muscles and remark about how pretty Oliver was. The reason behind this was just a few minutes ago, the bulky redneck had been a homophobic asshole who had admonished Oliver for his “faggy” attire and threatened to beat his ass if he didn’t change.

Growing up in a small town, Oliver was used to his fair share of close-minded people who didn’t accept his lifestyle, especially in high school as he found himself bullied by countless jocks. It was through his own desperation for relief from these situations that allowed him to stumble upon the art of hypnosis, which he quickly began to study and become an expert in. In addition to wanting to make his life easier, he was desperate for a little bit of revenge and thus began to one-by-one send his tormentors into a deep slumber as he retooled their minds and personalities to his liking. 

Given how extreme their hatred was of a self-identifying queer man, Oliver was left with no other choice but to cheekily assume they were closet cases and thus it was his task of freeing them from the deep closet they had buried themselves into. From there, his school was going through a coming out epidemic as every single jock who tormented Oliver suddenly broke up with their gorgeous cheerleader girlfriends, declared their homosexuality to the world, and began to spend time in the locker rooms after their practices exploring each others’ bodies.

Ever since he made his way to college where he was surrounded by more open-minded and accepting individuals, Oliver’s penchant for hypnosis had become less and less frequently utilized. But after encountering Joseph leaning against the brick wall of a next door biker bar, old habits die hard so he approached the man and sent him into a deep slumber. In addition to turning him into a proud gay man, the twink altered his personality to become somehow who loved to flaunt their body and flex their muscles – so much so that the man implanted a suggestion for Joseph to quit his job instantly and search for work at the gay club as a go-go dancer.

Upon hearing the man ask if he could join him, Oliver extended out an arm and watched as the formerly stern redneck giggled like a schoolgirl and wrapped his burly forearm around the twink’s. As Joseph quickly pulled his cigarette from his lips and flicked it away, the duo looked at each other and smiled before they made their way into the club for a hot and sweaty night…

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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