Hey There, Been An Avid Follower For Your TF Stories And Would Love To Be A Subject Of Your TF As Well.

Hey there, been an avid follower for your TF stories and would love to be a subject of your TF as well. I wish to be transformed into a big horny muscle bull, but I’m unaware myself. Slowly having issues with everyday clothes and addicted to eating more and lifting heavier. Not forgetting the relentless lust for more muscle too! Hope to hear from you soon!

Something odd was going on that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Over the past few weeks, you’ve been noticing that your rhythm had been thrown off the slightest bit. You worked as a fitness model-- your trimmed yet muscled frame blessed ads in magazines, with tons of adoring fans drooling over your proportional bod. You frequented the gym and made sure to watch your diet like a hawk.

Then one day, one of your photographers had made some weird offhanded comment about how you’d look hotter if you bulked up, which you’d brushed off.

That had seemed to be the catalyst for all the off happenings that you slowly began to notice.

It had started at the gym. You stuck to a strict workout regimen that was professionally designed to keep you slimmed and toned. However, there would be times when you would be performing curls in the mirror and then noticed at the end of your workout that the weights you’d been lifting had been far too heavy to achieve your desired results. What was even stranger was that they had felt lighter than your usual, like your strength was increasing dramatically.

Over the next few days, all your clothes had shrunk. It had to have happened in the wash, because whenever you looked in the mirror, you were always greeted with the slim muscleboy you were used to. However, none of your pants would fit over your legs and you could never seem to button them. Your shirts were even worse. Your sleeves would always slit apart when you yanked them on, and they always rode up your stomach, looking more like a crop top. You’d asked your assistant to go buy you some new clothes, telling him your size. However, he must’ve messed up because the clothes he’d brought you were ill-fitting as well. 

Lastly, you upped the frequency of your cheat days for your diet. You couldn’t help it. No matter how hard you tried to resist, you always strayed away from your salad and wound up ordering three large meat lovers pizzas-- devouring them entirely in one sitting. Luckily, your reflection in the mirror didn’t show any change since you still had a slender torso and a low body fat percentage.

When you went to a photoshoot run by the same photographer who’d told you to bulk up, you noticed the wide grin on his face when you walked in and stripped down to your bathing suit.

“Lookin’ real good,” the photographer smirked as he took numerous photos. “Real good.”

After the shoot, you looked at the pictures displayed on his monitor, seeing that a lot of them were of some bulky powerlifter. The man was massive. He had to have weighed well over three-hundred pounds with all that bulk he was carrying around. His musclegut protruded far out in front of him, totally obscuring any abdominals he had under them, and his cumbersome pecs were large mountains that rested atop his gut. His thick, bull neck was nearly swallowed by immense traps, creating the illusion that he was as tall as he was wide. This was only supported by his thick legs that pushed against each other, forcing the stud to adopt a wide stance. All of that manly muscle was so hot on the man, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused the more you looked at the muscle mountain.

“Who’s that?” you asked the photographer, gesturing at the beefy stud on the screen.

The photographer just knowingly smiled as he ran his eyes up and down your frame. “My new star client,” he purred.

The gym your good husband goes to gives everyone a nickname based on what they do at the gym? Guess what his is?

Simon here tried a very specific blend of JockJo coffee. He started with a small cup each day, but the rush of our brews can be addictive and those cups just got bigger and more frequent as the week went on just like his body, cock, and attitude. Didn’t take long for the timid bookworm to become the cocky dumb alpha you see here. What will a cup of JockJo do for you?

Winding down with a massage sounds like a great idea, especially after a long week at work. All the constant sitting does no good to my back. Not to mention my shoulders are stiff like a rock. Almost on cue, my Facebook feed is flooded with perfectly timed sponsored ads of a new massage parlour not too far from where I am now. “Numan?” That’s a percukiar name for a massage parlour. I may not be interested then, and now I am looking up at the reviews and the opening hours for the place. Well, you definitely got me at “feeling like a new man”, once I’m done with the intense massage therapy. It would cost me a steep hundred dollar, but heck - this is what I need now. So, I called them up and made an appointment for 8pm.

The weather was a little chilly, I was trying my best to get to the place as soon as possible. Anticipating for the worst, but traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought it would. Why didn’t I grab that sandwich before I leave the area? My stomach is grumbling, but I guess that has to wait. I walked into the massage parlour at 7.40pm thinking that it would be too early to start my session, but the receptionist told me that he could get the session earlier for me. Looking over th counter, the 20-something called presumably the massuese and gestured me to go inside. “Room 3” he said. “It’s on your right.” He stood up and gave me a beaming smile. I nodded and walked into the corridor.

I thought it was polite to knock before I enter the room. But, the door slowly glides open with the slightest pressure from my hand. In this dimly lit room, there’s a man who is getting the table ready for the session. Based on quick mental judgement, he should be 165cm and probably around 65kg. He in a uniform - I assume so because it was a T-shirt that says “Numan” on it. “Hey, welcome to Numan! Is it your first time here?” He asked as he pat at the bed, motioning me to get myself propped there. “Yeah, looking to release some knots on my shoulders and back.” He nods and it seems like he probably get that a lot here.

“No worries, leave that to me.” He turns around and grabs a bottle of massage oil. “Take off your clothes and lay here.” “All of them?” “Yeah, we can work with the knots way better like that.” I reluctantly pulls off my top, I know that I need to, but part of my resist the idea - probably because I am a little self conscious about my body. All the office hours definitely are not helping me to stay in shape. I should consider myself lucky for not developing a fullblown dad bod with this job I’m stuck in.

As I lay there on the bed, I feel a warm feeling engulfing me. I have not feel so comfortable for a very long time. “Relax, let’s get started.” He started with my feet first. “How tall are you?” “Oh me? I’m around 180cm.” “Could’ve sworn you’re taller than that, you have a huge feet. These are size 12 right?” With that, he pushed his knuckle into my feet and it cracked so good. “Eh, what? Yeah, you’re right.” My mind got confused for a moment, I mean I’m size 12 right? Why would I think I’m size 9 then? I shook off the feeling and tried to forget about it.

He continued to work on my legs. It was surprisingly painful, I didn’t know those dress shoes cause so much tension on your calves. “You’re tight here too, must be from work. Do you move around a lot?” A wave of warmth enveloping me from below. Wasn’t sure if my mind is playing trick again on me, but I feel almost as though as I’m lighter, just a tad. “Yeah, I do. Better than sitting around all day, am I right?” I chuckled, trying to mask my confusion inside.

“Are you a personal trainer? I’m guessing so based on the muscle knots you developed from all the resistance training.” By then, he’s working on my quads. Like a wave, the warmth slowly radiating from my core and I feel almost as if as I’m expanding. I tried my best to keep eyes closed and pretend there’s nothing happening. “How are you so good at this?” I quickly responded to him before there’s too long of an awkward gap in between.

“You know, we meet a lot of people here. But someone as big as you, is quite a dead giveaway.” He laughed. “Come on, I’m not that big.” Because really it isn’t - 90kg with my height is average if I’m ever going to compete in a show. “How often do you work out every week?” “ I try to go 4 times a week.” “Wow, 6 times a week? Probably 2 hours per session? That’s real dedication.” The familiar warmth envelops me again and I tug the blanket on me. It almost felt like it’s a little small on me. The bed squeaks under my weight, hope it won’t fail me now. I get that a lot, broke my fair share of chairs with my 100kg worth of sheer weight.

“Not sure how you keep your waist so tight, these abs of yours are truly a washboard.” I’m proud of my size 28 waist, it accentuates my quads and back very well. His knuckles of steel worked on my back like a miracle, releasing the knots from all the deadlifts I’ve been doing day in and day out. “Your back is so wide and thick, almost too hard for me to work them in.” I intentionally flexed my lats, giving him the full scope of the challenge he asked for - all the lats pulldown and rows don’t go to waste with these sick back.

He then turned me around and worked on my shoulders as he moved upwards to the upper torso. “Bet you don’t wear sleeves anymore with these bowling balls you call shoulders.” It’s true, shirts are so irritating to wear. They almost never fit, I resolved to tanks wherever I go to, as much as possible. Or shirtless even, at the gym or at home. Nobody seems to mind, so why should I? “Never seen such thick pecs in my life, guess shirt is out of the equation too, right?” He’s right, my biggest pride is my massive pec shelves, no matter how much I train, they are always 2 steps ahead. I bounced my pecs playfully, anticipating the warmth to fill my pecs up and recede slowly.

He accidentally flicked my nipple as he moved to my neck and I jumped a little. “Sorry, didn’t know they were so sensitive, don’t worry about the mess if you do get to excited.” He apologises, and I blushed. I guess it’s on me as well, these nipples are just way too sensitive for their own good, sometimes a simple cold breeze gets the best of me too. “Don’t worry, man. It’s all good.” I feel blood starts to gush down my groin. And the warmth that I’m familiar now is coming back again. My cock hardens almost instantaneously.

There’s nowhere to hide and he definitely see it. “This happens a lot here too.” His smile reassures me and I am more relaxed now but my cock ain’t going down without a fight. “If you don’t mind me asking, how big is your cock? 10” hard?” Something in me felt a dissonance but part of me knew it was right from the beginning. “Yeah, gets bigger when I’m really excited.” “Oh, hiding a foot long salami inside?” I chuckled, because it’s true. I can almost feel my cock pushing the tent higher now, my face is probably red like crazy now.

“Naw, and you’re not shy to show it off. With a body like yours, why not?” My mind grows fuzzy for a bit, and a sense of pride fills me from within. Damn, it sure felt good to get compliments like these. Erotic, even. “You love the attention, don’t you? People eagerly wanting to worship you?” “Hell yeah, you want some of these?” I flex my biceps hard to show off my 21” guns.

“Don’t mind if I do,” He smirks and locked the door from inside. I stood up and gave him a show of a lifetime.

hey man just found your blog, some great work coming out. I'm a bit burnt out, I was wondering if I could get a transformation? Im a fit 21 year old guy trying to get massive, I love long hair, huge muscles and awful B.O. but why don't you surprise me and transform me any way you see fit?

Well, if you’re gonna give me free rein to transform you, I’m gonna personally make you a real hottie, just for me.

At first, you think you’re just getting some really exceptional gains. Your muscles are bulking up at unprecedented speeds. Your posing sessions get longer and longer as your pumps get sicker every day. Somehow, it seems like your hair is growing out, too, so that you have to tie it back to see the incredible definition of your back muscles.

You notice the sweat, too. Just a little more at first, on leg day. Your shirt is soaked and smelly after you deadlift, so you take it off and continue shirtless. But by the end of the week, you’re winded and sweat-soaked after just walking down the street. All your shirts are getting covered in sweat stains, and no matter how much deodorant you use it just sluices off, leaving you musky and stinking.

But the next day, you simply can’t bring yourself to care. Your thick, musky Asian muscles are fucking hot, after all. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you’re a simpler guy than you were before you asked for my help, but that just means you’re less stressed. Can’t burn out if all you do all day is sweat, pose, and sniff your massive muscles and sweaty armpits.

What? Your dick? Oh, it’s a total monster, but don’t expect to use it much. You get off so much from your own smell that you cum all over your musky bod just from the stench, without even touching yourself.

Not to worry, you get your turn to use your powers, too. Now that I've transformed you, you can transform me however you like. I have this fantasy of being a carefree mass monster of a himbo, but I'm sure you know what's best. ;)

I could maybe use your help! I found some app online that allows me to swap traits or attributes with people and I've been spending the last day going around my local gym swapping parts of myself with random guys - my biceps, my legs, my chest, even my hair and my height. I didn't realise that as well as the trait I've selected from each person, the app randomly chooses an additional random trait to swap the following day! I must have swapped stuff with like five or six guys, so worried I'm going to wake up with a bunch of random traits! Can you help?

Just as a reminder to everyone, please read the fine print before getting involved with something like this! Those EULAs can contain anything these days. You probably didn’t even realise that the app can swap traits other than physical ones.

I’m not tech support or anything, but I can at least help you reconstruct the changes that are going to happen. How about this: I’ll use my powers to make sure that you’re happy however you end up, okay?

Swap One: Attitude

Seems like whoever you swapped biceps with was sort of a swaggering asshole. I bet he’ll be better off with your old meek attitude. And with your big body, this douchey vibe will work even better.

Swap Two: Intellect

Those legs? That guy did legs every day because he couldn’t remember more than one workout split. You’re still smarter than a fifth grader, but it’s uncomfortably close. No more reading classics for you, but the guy you swapped your legs from now has the intelligence to build an even bigger body.

Swap Three: Career

You thought that you’d swapped your handsome, manly face from a male model, but that was all a cover. In fact, that guy ran an OnlyFans for his primary income. With your new body, you make way more money than he did, though.

Swap Four: Kinks

The hair came from a guy who was into body hair, sure, but you’re also about to find yourself with a love for a tight pair of briefs. They show off your dick perfectly, and once you’ve worn them for a few days they build up a really sexy smell.

Swap Five: Hygiene

Speaking of which, the guy you swapped heights with happened to be a total stink pig. You’d had a hard time getting close enough to him to activate the swap, he smelled so strong. Well, he’ll be showering more, but you might not even wash once a week from now on. Trust me, your fans will love it, and they’ll probably even pay you for your used briefs after you really grind your smell into them.

Well, with my guidance, things seem to have gone pretty much perfectly! Hope you enjoy your new life! Please remember to properly subscribe and read the fine print next time you see a magical app that’s too good to be true. Well, if you can even read technical language anymore.