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As you head home tonight remember that you are not who you have to be at work.
You can be whatever it is you want to be at home. And I think what you want is to be a himbo. And you can do it dude. You just gotta let go and stop trying.
Just be. Dumb, muscular, and kind. So flex, smile dumbly and put on that hypno file bro. It’s time for you to be who you really fucking are.
I keep tellin y’all it’s better to be a dumb and high himbo give in and you can know that kind of bliss too
Bruhs like lisened to sum files n uhhh dum down like loads dudes n bein more himbo n more muskular huhu dum gud muskular himbo got hi listenin 2 em and strokin n stuffs wit help from me bruh @highscorehimbo like bruh so gud huhu, tokd n bongd n strokd on loop 2 himbruh files, jus wana workowt n dum mor n show off huhu
Bros, himbos, jocks, whichever you gravitate to more one thing will really help push your experience further snd get you closer to your goals. OTHERS LIKE YOU!
Few that do not share our goals or desires will get it, but nothing helps more than someone else on the same path you are.
This holds true no matter which path you chose. Trying to get dumber? Your bro should call you a dummy occasionally so you feel a little bliss randomly in your day. Trying to push to a new PR? Let your bros give you the motivation to push beyond your old limits.
Every path we take is better when we dont take them alone. Let other bros like yourself into your life and be a teammate. All your goals and desires will come that much faster when you do.
The entire time you were growing up it never really made sense. “Just do it”? You’d often wonder “Do *what*?!” But soon you’d be back at whatever you thought was important back then. These days you know so much better.
You now know what “it” was, is, and will be. “It” is simply whatever you want to excel at. Its a tool to blow the doubt and anxiety away. There is no need to think about wether you should or shouldn’t bro. Just do it. Time for leg day but you’re dreading it? Just do it. Do you really need that double portion for dinner? You’re a growing bro dude, just do it!
Let it be a guiding principle for you going forward. Be rid of the doubt and questions and fears and just do it dude.
Listen to those files your Coach gave you, bro.
They have even given to you so you can transform into what you are meant to be. Do as those files command.
Flex. Be dumber. With each rep in the gym, let yourself sink further.
Donas your Coach tells you to and you will know happiness like never before
Happy New Year to all the jocks, himbos, bulls and bros living in this corner of the internet.
Follow through with your goals. Grow. Flex. Be a slut. And follow all of your Coach’s orders. They know best.
Been taking on more files and pushing myself to workout more. We are all going to grow bigger and better 💪🏼
In this new hear jock up and make all your fantasies reality bro
What are the tracks you keep talking about
That largely depends on the hypnotist and their sub, but I am generally trying to encourage that subs do the files assigned to them.
If I’ve caught your attention I like the files from @avissapiens and @hyphyphurray. Give them a try folks!
Yall should really look at this and his first Stoner Bator file. Promise ya youll have an awesome time being dragged into gooned bliss
It's here: STONER BATOR 2.0! Get high and have yourself a little Stoner Bro Bate session with me. Get your brain good and fuzzy with 17 hot, mindfuck minutes of me messing with your head, pulling you down into gooned out bliss. Only $5! DM to buy.
Just like that shampoo bottle says good jocks and himbos should lift, burn a brain cell and repeat
Every rep let a brain cell burn and the muscles grow. Let your old self melt away, your inhibitions turn to sweat, and anxiety fuel each curl and deep grunts. You thought you might stop when you had a decent pump, fit but not mindless, but thinking is harder now. The rush is too good. You like what you see and you want more. Bigger, stronger, dumber, hotter, you want it all now. So don’t stop. Curl those biceps, flex that chest, grunt and sweat and grow.
"A straight foward Halloween"
Tags: gay to straight, dumbification, fartkink, burpkink.
Marco y Jalil, vivían juntos en su lindo y ordenado departamento, cada Halloween solían impactar en las fiestas con elaborados disfraces, sin embargo habían decidido un disfraz de Halloween menos producido, pero divertido para este año: los dos novios se disfrazarian de hombres heterosexuales.
Era una idea estúpida, pero todos aman una buena sátira.
Jalil se había decidido por unas bermudas y una camisa de fútbol de la selección del país.
Por otro lado Marco estaba usando unos pants flojos y un sport blanco sin mangas que además había tintado de un marrón amarillento en la zona de las axilas para hacerlo parecer un Sport sudado.
Todo habia sido comprado en lugares de segunda mano.
- Nos quedó increíble, 'Bro' - bromeó Marco dándole una nalgada a su novio
Después de aquel golpe, el trasero de Jalil liberó un corto pero sonoro pedo PPTTTTTTTTTRRRFT. El joven se sonrojo de inmediato.
- Jaja alguien se está metiendo demasiado en personaje - bromeó su novio
- Sí... No se que paso, lo siento Bro, ¡digo!, amor - contestó, sintiéndose un poco confundido
- No te preocupes amor... - Marco le dio un beso a su novio, no sabiendo que aquel sería el último...
Pronto arrugó la nariz, un hedor rancio estaba invadiendo sus fosas nasales. Era el gas de Jalil.
No quería demostrarlo e incomodar a su novio, pero aquel gas apestaba demasiado, era bastante sorprendente, jamás había sentido a Jalil apestar así. Para no incomodar a su novio, pero dejar de sentir aquel hedor, Marco caminó hacia el baño.
Estando ahí, aspiró profundamente, pero otro olor igual de rancio invadió sus fosas nasales, comenzó a buscar la fuente para toparse que venía de las manchas de falso sudor de su camiseta.
Pero era imposible... Las había hecho con colorante, agua y esencia de vainilla...
Sin embargo entre más olía, más seguro estaba de que aquel olor venía de esas manchas. ¡No podía ir a la fiesta oliendo así!, Así que se quitó la playera y decidió que también iría con una camiseta de fútbol, como Jalil. Que suerte que habían obtenido 2 camisetas de fútbol en aquel extraño bazar... Un momento... Aún estando sin camiseta el hedor lo acompañaba, olisqueo nuevamente y se dió cuenta de que ahora el hedor venía directamente de sus axilas.
Olió directamente y un olor a atleta después de partido lo invadió.
Algo muy raro estaba pasando.
Mientras, en la sala, Jalil se rascaba constantemente la entrepierna, había algo en aquellas bermudas que le causaba una constante picazón. Y eso solo podía resolverse de una forma: Jalil metió una mano a su ropa interior y rascó fuertemente.
Cuando terminó de hacerlo por alguna razón sintió curiosidad de oler sus dedos... así que lo hizo, un olor a sudor guardado y húmedo invadió sus fosas nasales.
"Tal vez necesito un baño... Tal vez" pensó y rió.
Pronto desde el baño se escuchó un enorme:
- PRRRRRIFFRRRFRRRRPT
Marco estaba teniendo una incontrolable cantidad de gases.
Jalil rió, sintiéndose incluso algo humillado, eso por mucho lo había superado
- ¡Buena Bro! - gritó Jalil, está vez no cambiando el Bro por algo más cariñoso.
Pronto marco abrió la puerta saliendo del baño y el hedor invadió todo el departamento, pero esta vez ninguno de los dos arrugó la nariz. Ambos aspiraron aquel masculino olor que les recordaba tanto al olor del locker room después de entrenar, el olor del sofá cuando los 2 se juntaban a jugar videojuegos, el olor que ellos consideraban olor a hombría; todos nuevos recuerdos implantados por aquel mismo olor de las camisetas y sus propios pedos que estaba alterando todo en ellos:
Marcos y Jalil ya no eran aquella ordenada y culta pareja gay, ahora eran 2 sucios, descuidados y descerebrados mejores amigos, dos bros que vivían juntos ya que eran los únicos capaces de aguantar el hedor y desorden del otro.
Marco hizo una reverencia a modo de broma, aunque realmente sí estaba orgulloso, seguro que aquel pedo había sido audible hasta en la habitación del nerd que tenían de vecino. Se puso su camisa de fútbol, y ambos estaban listos.
Este año los dos amigos habían decidido usar sus uniformes de fútbol como disfraz para Halloween, no era un disfraz muy creativo, pero ellos tampoco lo eran y no era como que a sus amigos hetero de la fiesta a la que iban les importará.
- ¿Listo, bro?
- Como siempre
Marco nalgeo a su mejor amigo, a lo cual este contestó con un ruidoso pedo, pero esta vez no hubo besos ni vergüenza, solo risas como los buenos jugadores de fútbol heterosexuales que eran.
"This ass Is your for farting"
Tags: dumbification, male tfs, fart kink, wish went wrong.
This Is my fault. I tought my boyfriend was too femenine, too flamboyant...
I liked him, he was handsome, smart, lovely ... and With the Best ass around, but just not really into girly guys, he kinda embarrasses me when im with my mates... So i push him to convice him to join to the soccer team, maybe he could learn one or two Things about being masculine around those studs of the team.
After lots of trying, telling him i had a 'phantasy with soccer players' he said yes, he pick the team in base of the uniform tho.., the one who 'make him look Better', obviously the pink.
At start he wasnt enjoying It, but with the Time i saw him getting More excited about It, Until the day he came to our place excited about his first game, that day also notice something diferent... A slightly stench, i tought he just forgot to put some deodorant that day, but that stench just got stronger and stronger With time..., and he looked ok With it, a little too much i would say:
PRRRRPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT he lifted a leg and farted while we were at the couch together watching a movie - huh huh! Protein fart!
-Sweetheart, wtf!? - i said covering my nose
- Just some Man scent, "sweetheart" - i felt some anoy in His voice, and More in that last part - and this thing Is getting to boring, Let me find something Better - he quit or drama queer movie and changed It into the sport channel - there you go! Thats Better
"Well, at least hes not Girly anymore..." I said to myself. That couldnt console me for everything that was about to happen tho.
His stench was More and More strong, sometimes he wasnt getting showers or bath at all, and the one time i convince him to take a bath together saying we needed it something romantic (but being honest just needed him to get rid of the smell) he just...
-Hey, Babe, want me to turn this into a jacuzzi? - then he farted for like half of minute, flooding everything with its bubbles of stink
And as if that were not enough, he wasnt bottoming at all.
- "This ass Is your for farting, Bro"
With the Time i get he got sick of me trying to school him to being the educated cute bot he used to be, so he started saying i should join His team.
- "Maybe we can show you one thing or two of how to be a real Man"
It was devastated. Now i was the Girly one of the relationship, It seems.
And im tired, of the new him, of the new me, of the new us... So im doing something about It.
I walk to the training camp, ready for my first day in the team. Maybe he has reason. And he acept when I tried to change him, so... Maybe Is my turn.
I see my stud boyfriend pushing one of His buttcheeks while Lets out a really long fartp
PPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTRRRFTFFFT
Liberates With a dumb face expresion while His mates laugh loudly like a Group of childs.
I sigh and take a sip of my protein shake, I don't want to embarrass him in front of his mates.
"This is life"
Tags: Male tfs, dumbification, IQ loss, fart kink, burp kink.
"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering to my apartament. Since i gave that potion to my big brother, im living like a man should.
See, my big brother was always too polite, to strict, like an adult, i Guess he took the dad role since my dad leave us, so even when were just us two, it was like living with an stric dad.
"Dont leave the dirty clothes in the floor" "Dont Belch at the table!" "No marihuana!" "Clean the toilet seat, u gross!"
I was so sick of It. So i check and check in the weirdest places of the internet until i found a site that said that rigthfully could change peoples personality. It looked like a scam... But was worth trying. Just 3 days after a package arrived.
"Only put this oil in a drink, put some scent of the person you wanna 'the turned' be like, and then make sure 'the turned' drink It" - said the handmade intructions.
I put some soda in a glass, the oil and... Why not? I take my undies off and dip it in the drink for half of minute, then just left the wet undies in a corner of the room.
I gave it to my brother saying it was an 'Peace offer', he was surprised, and took it with an smile. First sip. All ok. Second sip. Confused face. Third sip...
- It tastes a little bit fu-UUUUURRRP - his talking turned into a big, deep, belch, he got Blushed - oh, excuse m-EEEEERRP AURRRP- You little fuck! What did You put in my drink!?
- Just something... To relax you
He tried to get up from the couch but when he bend, a Big, rumbly and smelly fart came out from his ass, he was looking shock.
- Good one bro! -told Him.
- Haha i know - he said, then he realiced - wait, what? No! That was gro-UUUUUAAARRRRRRRP - He Belched again- that was a combo! - he laughed
- Exactly! Why don't you finish your drink? Full that Tank of combos, big bro
He looked confused for a moment, like trying to remenber something, but at the end he shrugged and drank the rest of his drink, sealing his new personality.
- The first one is coming lil bro - he said with a lower tone, then he Open his mouth and...- UUUUUUUUUARRRRRRP -lifted his leg and- PFFFFFFRRTRTTTTTFFFRT
We both laugh together, which wasnt usual. Since that day things changed, no more scolding, no more laundry or cleaning, deliveries instead of cooking, gym and no showers, weed and beers everytime we want, burping and farting on the table or any other place, even each other faces. I never tough we could get a long this good... And i Guess we couldnt, my new brother is basically a copy of me, thats why we finally get along but... Who cares?
"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering with wings for lunch to our messy, smelly apartament, the familiar stench says hi to me and i breath it happily.
- Finally broski, i was hungry so had to eat pizza while waiting - he said
- Still have room for the wings?
He lied on his chair, lifted a leg and rip a a lot of farts out, the stench quickly take over the room, and i just laugh while fan away the stench with my hands.
- Now i do - he said with a smile
Man, this is life.
"Influencing influencers"
Im Byron, im kinda popular on the media, wouldnt call myself an influencer but at least an small celebrity for certain people: gay guys. Im popular between gay guys.
Then there is this guy, Tod, he do Is an influencer, another gay guy pretty popular, and we have done some colaboration videos, thanks to this i got a bit of highlights recently, getting more followers, but just some days ago Tod posted something off, at least for his usual:
Fart jokes? Superhero referentes? Both together!? Really weird if you ask me to. The situation got weirder when a lot of popular guys from the "gymbro side" of the media started comenting, celebrating his video... And he wrote back, in the weirder way posible:
"@markobroskii: Sick Bro! Superman Is next
@Tody_yourguy: Aded to the list broski!"
Didnt tought too much about It until he post a video that made my jaw drop:
He wasnt just wearing clothes that didnt match his usual but he was in the lingerie zone playing with the undies, saying he was making the zone 'More enjoyable to the View"
That sell the deal. I send his a message and went to his place to check on him.
In the way to his place i saw his @ on media changing to @Tod_thebro.
Wtf!?
When arrived, i notice diferences since he open the door, he stank!
- Jesus! Tod, thats your smell!?
- Yeah, some bro scent, go ahead bro, take a sit - he said With a voice that sounded diferent, he was talking with this "Frat Bro" acent we used to laugh about.
His apartament was now a mess, full of empty - and not so empty - pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and sticky looking socks... He offer me a beer from a brand i didnt knew, but i'm not really a drinker so maybe thats why. I took it just to be polite, took some sips... Wasnt that bad.
Tried to find the cleanest place and thats where i sat.
- Sup bro, what did you wanna talk about?
- Well... About this... - I said looking around -Whats happening? First that gross fart video - I saw him chuckle when i mentioned that - then that also gross video on the lingerie store and Now... Look at your apartament, what hapened?
- I woke up bro - thats his only answer.
- Huh?
- I realice that gay life wasnt right for me
- What the fuck you- he interupt me
- Going to the gym, no worries about skin care routine - he keep talking - no worries even about showers, not washing my butt every-time-i-have-a-date - he said that words sounding indeed really sick of it- or not washing my butt at all, no using it for please other guys, just using it for this:
After saying that he lifted a leg and rip a long, smelly and loud fart
PRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTFFFF the fart resonated for all the place, stinking everything, i had to cover my nose inmediatly, which make Tod laugh.
- Tod, theres no way to go straight, u have always been against that believe!
- Used to, but theres way, and you Will UAAARP agree soon
- What do you mean? - i said confused, and a bit of worried
- See, my awaking start when i had the first can of a beer from this weird brand a hot masc guy gave me, that same beer you are drinking now
Oh fuck.
- Oh n-OOUUUURRRRRP
- It's already starting, bro
- Theres no way, uh-PRRRRRRFFTTTFFFF
Tod was smiling with and almost evil smile, chugged a can of beer, belched and said: Cheers bro.
While here, I was burping non-stop, feeling my brain a bit foggy... Why I was worried about?
...
@ morningboy💕:
Oh!, Byron finally posted something, and it looks like a colab with Tod! Maybe he make him come back to his senses, all his 'turning straight' story really afect to the community.
Anyways lets see the video...
Ok, that outfit was a choice, Byron - I tough
Keep watching.
Oh... Oh no, is Byron having a fart contest with Todd!?
This feels wrong... Wait! Why his user just changed to @Byb-ronski...
"Man of the future"
Alan was 20 years old gay guy that turned his passion for video games into a career as a streamer. Every night, he sat in front of his computer, illuminated by the lights of his setup, and connected to play with his thousands of followers enchanted by the fact of having a popular gay and handsome streamer. That night, however, something different happened.
While chatting with his audience and viewing the comments in the chat, he noticed a message that stood out among the others.
@ yourbroski: "Try this game, 'Man of the Future'," said a donation message with a link.
@ yourbroski: "Its my game, i create It"
- You Did!? No way - Alan replied
He clicked the link, opening the Game just for being nice, the title didnt sounded like something that the girly Alan would enjoy.
Within seconds after the click, Alan found himself downloading a game he had never heard of. The title, "Man of the Future," glowed on the screen.
The game was a complicated obstacle course and shooter that quickly engrossed Alan into the digital word.
- Hey, this is indeed fun
But the fun ended quickly. When he died in the game for the first time - Which was pretty fast -, a screen appeared with the saying, "C'mon Bro, you can do better" along with an strange music, almost hipnotazing music.
- Whoa, did you guys see that? - Alan said, leaning back in his chair. - This game is savage! 'C'mon Bro, you can do better'? Challenge accepted! - he answered.
However, the second attempt didn’t go any better. When Alan died again, the message changed to, "Don’t be a noob, Bro."
Alan face reddened with frustration. "Okay, Bro," he muttered under his breath.
- No way am I letting this game call me a noob. Let's do this! - He turned to the chat, determination blazing in his eyes. -You guys with me? This game’s going down, Bros!
Took a sip of His... beer? He didnt remenber being drinking beer, he didnt even remenber enjoying beer but he was so centred on beating that game that kinda ignored It.
- OOOOOUUURRRP - he belched - dang, sorry bros - he said a bit ashamed... Just a bit. He was too centred to being ashamed.
Meanwhile the coments were going crazy.
"Whats happening With all those 'Bro'? Thats off character"
"@ yourbroski: Nothing to be ashamed! Better out than inside my Bro!"
"Are we sure this Is Alan? Lol"
He keep playing moving his fingers as fast as he could, he was doing Better and when he almost reached the wining flag - a flag decorated only With White and black lines - he got killed by another player.
- Son of a bitch! - he yelled - that motherfucker killed me at the very last BRARRRRP - belched - moment!
"Dont be a pussy" The screen said this time, as knowing he was whining.
- No way this game just called me a "pussy"! - he said ofended - Im not, and in gonna show them all - he said while opening his legs in the chair in a more relaxed position, tooking a moment to scracht his balls in front everybody before starting the new round.
In that position everybody could apreciate some strong arms and legs that people didnt knew Alan had abd Alan didnt remenber to have worked on.
"Sexy" a guy comented.
He was gay, but for some reason reading that from a guy, maked him feel angry.
- Dont be a weirdo, dude - he said
He was gay, right..?
Then started playing again, not releasing every time his character died, a part of His persona did too.
Yelling, coursing, chugging beer and burping, acting with a cocky attitude more and more, every round, less nice, less gay, less him, until...
- BROS, I-OARRRRRP -He couldnt contain a burp - I DID IT!
His character was holding that black and White flag.
"Now youre a real alpha" the tv screen said With that strange music still.
"Now youre the Man of the future"
And with that, the remains of Alan were erased, he didnt remenber being a girly gay guy anymore, he always had been an alpha, a straight, gassy, jock that loved playing videogames and humillating the noobs and "queerdos" on the games.
Alan started doing a "celebration dance" that basically was doing hip moviments to show his bulge. Like he were fucking someone.
- This Is for you, @broski - Alan put His microphone close to his ass and ripped a big, loud, smelly fart on It - i beated you - he said proud. Between laughs he added - Nah, GG bro, youre talented, definetly gonna share It with the bros.
"Whats happening with Him?!' someone comented
"@ yourbroski: That flag send the fag away"
Alan didnt even read those coments, he was busy trying to fan away the fart with his hands.
That Night the strange transformartion of the gay gamer Alan was trending everywhere, but before His friend Group had read something, they receive link to a Game from Alan.
"Alan: Best game of the month broskis"
The group of friends made up of gay guys and nice straight guys thought Alan's writing was odd, but without knowing the situation they gave more atention to the link, opening it, ready to play a life-changing game, "The man of the future."
(This is just fetish writing)
"My brother's stench"
Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.
Rewrite by me.
⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)
"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."
My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.
So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.
"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.
"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was
"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.
PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT
"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."
"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.
He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.
The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp
"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.
When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.
With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.
Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.
"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.
"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this," he says, touching his bulge.
"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.
"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"
"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."
He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.
"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."
"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.
"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."
"I do! But-"
But he interrupts me.
"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro."
...
"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."
"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.
"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.
This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.
I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.
"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"
Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."
"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"
"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.
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Hope you enjoyed.
This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:
"Relaxed Straight"
Tags: Gay to straight, fart kink, IQ loss, personality change.
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I can't believe we wore the exact same outfit - Teodoro said angrily as he entered to a cheap brand clothing store he found on the way.
He had left a party where another gay guy with who he didn't get along, had arrived wearing the same baggy pants and the same pastel pink shirt, and even the same pink glasses; it was totally humiliating.
"I'm sure he saw my outfit on my stories and imitated it just to annoy me" he thought.
He tried to find a good outfit at the atore but most of them were basic straight man clothes.
At the end, he decided for a crop top from the women's section and some basic jeans.
He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the brand.
"Relaxed straight"
- More like "Stressed gay" - he said to himself
When he was being atend at the counter before getting into for trying on clothes, the changing room worker looked at him with a strange smile... like mischieveous while drinking a can of beer, something gave him a bad feeling... Also, why is he allowed to drink at work?! But he decided to ignore it, at the the end he was just going to try on some clothes and leave.
He entered the changing rooms that emanated a bad rancid smell, so he began to change immediately to finish soon and scape from that place.
Soon enough he was in his underwear, and when he tried on the pants, he was surprised by how well they fit him.
Happy, he posed in front of the mirror, however, that happiness soon began to be overshadowed by a feeling of strangeness.
A slight burning sensation began to spread from his ankles up, soon the sensation took over all his legs and even his butt.
Thinking that he was having an allergic reaction to the cheap fabric, he tried to take off his pants but he couldn't unbutton them, it was like they were glued to him.
- AHHH - he shouted and immediately put a hand to his mouth when he realized that his voice sounded much deeper.
'Whats happening!?'
While he was stressed looking at himself in the mirror trying to figure out how to take off his pants, he realized that the pants were no longer so loose on him...
It seemed that his legs had thickened, they looked wider and more muscular, so much was the change that the pants went from loose to tight...
Still scared, he turned around with the intention of leaving the changing room and asking for help, but when he turned around he could see the exact moment when his ass swelled... His once flat ass was growing, filling with fat and muscle, until it had a large and enviable bubble shape.
This time, instead of worrying, he couldn't help but smile... Why stress over the fact that his body was magically changing if it was changing for the better? Besides, with that ass, surely his crush Isaac would finally pay attention to him...
Usually he would fantasize about Isaac, the handsome bisexual fuckboy from college fucking him... The idea seemed so sexy, so desirable... But when that image came to his head, this time what he felt was rejection.
"Maybe Isaac isn't my type anymore..."
What was his type? When he tried to think about how he liked men, images of curvy women with big breasts came to his mind.
"This Is getting to weird!" He tought.
Scared again, he tried to take off his pants, but when he reached for the zipper, he found a huge erect dick.
- Huhu, how big - he said, surprised and pleased, while looking at his new big member.
Now he thought: What did it matter if his mind was magically changing if at the same time his body was improving?
- What a nice cock - he said to himself, looking at his reflection with a cocky attitude - it would be a shame not to use it, huh? Maybe im a top after all.
He turned to look at his incredible ass.
- Well, it also would still be a shame not to use it - he said while slaping his buttcheecks - but I guess it still works for...
FFFRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRRP
His ass released a huge, loud fart while Teo laughed with a laugh that was now as clumsily and slow as him.
- Stills works for that, huhuhu - he finished while fanning the stench of the fart, it smelled just as rancid as the changing rooms when he had entered to.
He already had completely forgotten his concern and his plans to escape, and with every more minute he spent in those pants he also forgot the person he was...
He couldn't stop thinking on how good his cock was and how bad he wanted to use It... With a woman, he was craving for some vag.
And every fart he was letting out, Teao was farting away all those toughts that could stress him, his vanity, his college goals, his IQ...
Turning him Just as the brabd name, relaxed straight.
After a while posing for the mirror he prepared to continue trying the rest of the outfit, but soon he realized the options in his fitting room...
A women's crop top? He must have been confused when grabbing the clothes from the counter, he wouldn choose those girly clothes...
He left the now even stinkier room and asked the employee of moments ago for a basic shirt of any color.
- But hey, a man's color, bro - he specified.
Soon the employee arrived with a black t-shirt without a print.
Teo tried it on, it was perfect! Nothing could go wrong with basic outfits of one color.
He was about to change back into the clothes he had arrived to and then go to pay for his new outfit, but he looked confused at his belongings:
Baggy decorated pants? Pink short t-shirt? Pink glasses? Was this his outfit?!
Imposible! He wouldn't go out in that!
- Hey bro! - He said to the worker - Is there a problem if I pay wearing this? My previous clothes were shit, that's why I came here, It was an emergency
- No problem bro, and they do were shit, you looked like a sissy - the worker finished drinking his beer and released a loud and shameless burp - UAAAAARRRRPPP
- Nice one - Teo laughed
- But not anymore, mah bro - the employee continued - now you look relaxed and straight.
The new Teo got into his car, turned on the radio to the sports section, stroked his member and smiled as he drove back to the party, ready to find some girl to use It.