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Yo, so, get this - when the first German Saving Bank decided to flip the script and become an Islamic bank, it totally shook things up, especially when it came to the dress code. It was like a whole new world, fam, talk about a drastic makeover!

Isn't it crazy that the only one wearing a prayer cap is a born Christian, like, what even?

Yo, peeps! Do you even notice anything in the lecture hall? Like, nah? Well, like, duh, that just totally proves that having chicks at the university would just be, like, such a major distraction, innit?

The djiin purpose

Charlie had always been fascinated by nature, and he had always dreamed of visiting the national parks in Iran. So, when he had a few days off from work, he decided to take a trip to one of the most beautiful parks in the country, the Kavir National Park.

As he arrived at the park, he was immediately struck by the beauty of the landscape. The park was located in a vast desert region, and the sand dunes seemed to stretch on forever. The sun was beating down on him, and he could feel the heat radiating off the sand.

As Charlie was walking through the desert landscape of the Kavir National Park, he suddenly noticed a venomous snake slithering towards him. He froze in fear, knowing that this was not something to take lightly. The snake had a triangular-shaped head and its body was covered in a pattern of brown and black scales. Charlie knew that he needed to act quickly to avoid being bitten.

Charlie was stunned as he watched the venomous snake transform into a man right before his eyes. He quickly realized that he was face to face with a Djinn, an evil spirit from Middle Eastern folklore. The Djinn had a dark and menacing aura around him, and Charlie felt a shiver run down his spine.

Picture from @kiffarab​

The Djinn spoke in a low, ominous voice, “What brings you to my domain, mortal?” Charlie knew that he had to tread carefully around the Djinn. He responded, “I came here to explore the beauty of this national park, I meant no harm to you.”

Charlie knew that he needed to be careful with the Djinn, but the temptation of making a wish was too strong. He asked the Djinn if he could make a wish, but the Djinn’s response was unexpected. “It is not my purpose to grant wishes, mortal. I am not a genie, and I do not serve at your command,” the Djinn said, with a tone of warning.

Charlie was taken aback by the Djinn’s response. He had never heard of a Djinn with a specific purpose like this. The Djinn continued, “My purpose is to ensure that Islam remains the most powerful religion in the world. I have been tasked with this responsibility by the great king of the Djinn, and I will not allow anything to threaten the supremacy of my faith.”

Charlie was surprised by the Djinn’s words. He had never thought about converting to Islam, and he didn’t know how to respond to the Djinn’s prophecy. “I’m not sure what you mean,” Charlie said, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible.

The Djinn replied, “You will soon see the beauty and power of Islam, and you will become a proud servant of Allah”.

Charlie felt a sudden rush of energy as the Djinn’s hand touched his head. He tried to resist, but the Djinn’s grip was too strong. Suddenly, Charlie found himself on his knees, unable to move as the Djinn began to recite a prayer in Arabic.

Charlie felt a strange sensation all over his body as the Djinn continued to recite the prayer. He felt his skin start to darken and his facial features shift, until he looked more like an Arab man than his original appearance. His lips get fuller, his eyes darker and his hair turn black and thicker. And a small dark beard growing. His clothes changed too, and he found himself wearing traditional green djellaba. and his mind became filled with knowledge of Islam and the Quran. He began to speak Arabic fluently, and his native language was forgotten.

Picture from @kiffarab​

Charlie was stunned as he looked down at his transformed body, and he realized that he was now a part of the Muslim community. He couldn’t believe what had just happened to him, but he felt a sense of peace and belonging that he had never experienced before. He knew that his life had changed forever, and he had a new purpose in life.

Suddenly, the Djinn stopped reciting the prayer and removed his hand from Charlie’s head. The transformation was complete, and Charlie found himself looking completely different than he had just a few moments ago. He felt confused and disoriented, unsure of what to do next.

Charlie looked at his transformed body in wonder, touching his face, his beard, and his djellaba, still processing the sudden change that had just occurred. The Djinn looked at him with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. 

“You have done well, my child,” he said. “But you must understand that your old name, Charlie, is not suitable for a good Muslim like yourself. I will give you a new name, one that is befitting of your new purpose.“

The Djinn closed his eyes and muttered a few words under his breath. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the desert, and Charlie felt a sense of power and strength fill him. The Djinn opened his eyes and spoke, "Your new name shall be Abdullah, which means ‘servant of Allah’. May this name bring you good fortune and lead you on the path of righteousness.”

Abdullah was amazed by the Djinn’s choice of name. He felt a sense of belonging and purpose that he had never experienced before. He was no longer confused or disoriented, but instead felt a sense of clarity and conviction. He knew that he had been chosen for a purpose, and he was ready to embrace it.

Bravo on this masterpiece.

So I'm a chubby gay White guy, any chance you could turn me into a muscular gay East Asian guy that's a jock that still likes stuff like anime? Or biracial, as long as the more dominant heritage is something like Chinese, Japanese, Korean or Taiwanese.

I'd prefer a build anywhere between a like swimmer/tennis players build, a baseball players build, or a football/rugby players build, I'm not really that picky as long as I have decent abs.

How can a package smell like that?

That's the first thing you think when you pull it from outside. Jesus it's like an armpit in your place just that quickly.

You ordered a bath bomb from that weird website, just out of curiosity and half expecting it to be some kind of scam. You were watching Chainsaw Man when you got a knock on your door. It's one of those soft packages that Amazon sometimes uses but with YourNewBody stamped on it. And at the bottom, rolling around, is the bath bomb.

You open it and get a gamey wallop of pure musk to your face. Images flash through your skull: used jockstraps and cups, sweaty hairy armpits just inches from your face, locker rooms.

You've never even had those thoughts before so why do they feel so....familiar. Like memories almost.

Oh.

You're hard. Your cock pitching a serious tent in your boxers. The muscles flex involuntarily and you groan.

You take the bath bomb out of the package. It's see through and kind of murky from the fluid inside? You've never seen one like this. Hell you've never smelled one like this. You bring it to your nose, take a big whiff.....

And nearly cream your boxers right then and there. Another image: this time of you bent over in a dugout while your teammate - wait teammate - fucks you from behind, your smells - smells? - mixing together despite the open air space. Stranger still, you can't even imagine your body in this memory - fantasy, not a memory, a fantasy - which adds to the artificial feeling of it. You want to see what it'll smell like when you drop it in water.

So you go to your bathtub and fill it. Not even fully comprehending you walking to the tub and plugging in the stopper, and turning on the water. There's a distinctly quieter voice telling you that something is very, very wrong. It's drowned out by this increasing fuzziness, like TV static is filling your head. You should be thinking about your D&D session tomorrow. You should be thinking about trying to get some sleep.

But you're not thinking about that, are you?

Your swollen cockhead seems to become your actual brain. You're fondling the bath bomb like a pair of balls in your hand. What kind of balls? For a split second it's a baseball. Then it's the swinging, sagging, fat, sweaty, hairy, musky balls of one of your teammates, pent up and swollen after a long, hard game. He's fucking your throat while his balls slap your chin. "Good boy." His voice is deep and rough.

That fantasy memory is particularly powerful and compelling.

"UHHHHH."

You open your eyes, both of them bugging out. Both at the loud, whimpering moan you just unleashed and at the involuntary word switch. The static in your head clears just long enough for you to accidentally drop the bath bomb in your bathtub, and it starts dissolving the moment it contacts the water.

The murky liquid spills out and turns your bathwater into pure jock sweat.

The smell it unleashes is intoxicating. Your bathroom is becoming a steamy sauna. The mirror fogs. Your glasses fog and you take them off. Dampness appears on the walls, smelling just like your sweaty bathwater.

You stagger and collapse on the toilet, squirming as you roll your underwater down and kick them off. Tossing them in a pile on the corner. You take your socks off and toss them on top of your boxers. You grip onto the sink as your cock becomes steel. You've never been this hard in your life.

I need to - I need to cum! Holy shit I need to CUM!

You flex your cock - voluntarily this time - and that's all it takes to start cumming. Your orgasm is mind numbingly intense. All you can do is curl your toes and clench your fists, throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut as you shoot a fountain of cum, it splattering loudly on the tile floor.

After about a minute, it's over.

You open your eyes.

Your cock shouldn't still be hard.

You should be in your - in your - in your...

You should probably be a little scared at the fact that you cannot think of the term refractory period. In fact, it feels like 90% of higher thinking is just shut off for right now. The other 10% is frantically trying to claw back to the surface of this dense, but pleasant fog that's settled in your head. The 90% of you that's in command gets off the toilet and steps towards the alluring smell of your bathwater. You stare at the musky steam rising off it. Your dazed face looking back at you in the water.

You put one foot in. Then the other. You start hyperventilating like you're getting into a cold pool, but the water is so warm. So cozy and inviting. You hold onto the bathtub as you sink into the water. First your ass, then your legs, then your balls and twitching cock.

Then the rest of your body falls as you lose your balance, feet scrambling on the slippery floor as the water envelops your cock. The sensation is so intense you just spasm and let yourself fall. As the entirety of your body falls into the water, droplets landing into your open, panting mouth and on your flushed face, your body sinks a little into the water. You're more compact now. 5'5". Pocket sized really. That shedded mass lands squarely in your balls and they become swollen with your lost height. They touch the bottom of the tub as your legs kick and writhe, splashing water onto the floor. They grow into the huge baseballs you like squeezing when there's downtime, just to feel balls in your hands.

Bigger balls mean more hormones.

The flush of them causes your cock to stretch. And while it's stretching, your pubes grow into the perfect, tangled mess of a landing pad for the syrupy pre-cum that's leaking into the water. You surpass your average length of 4 and a half inches with ease and cruise steadily into 5 and a half. You're moaning with wanton abandon now. That 10% that was concerned about such silly things such as "modesty" has evaporated to like 5% now, and it's a losing battle, because you're leaking with no end in sight as your cock crests to 6 and a half inches. You pump an even larger amount of pre as your beard falls out and lands in the water. With each gush of thicker pre, your body hair just melts away and floats like flotsam in the water. Your armpit hair is still as thick - if not thicker. Your cock finally stops growing at 7 and a half, pulsing, throbbing, inches.

You try your damnedest to steady your breathing. Your cock sticks up proudly in the water, the swollen, purple-ish head nearly breaching the surface. You use all of your might to look down and see that bigger cock. The thicker pubes. Your legs are spread wide to make room for your balls. You place your hands on your lower stomach, your fingers caught in your pubes. It's trembling, quaking. As you look down, huffing and puffing, your chubby stomach suddenly collapses.

The fat doesn't disappear, no, it just makes its presence known behind your nipples which pop out like a distressed belly button. The skin stretches and the nubs pop out and into the water. You're practically screaming with pleasure as the fat in your stomach melts away and slides to your pecs, your abs popping out one by one into a tight six pack, cum gutters sprouting in your thicker waist and pointing to that unbelievably hard cock of yours.

Your pecs inflate with fat and muscle, like big floaties strapped to your chest. You can feel the weight of them as they blow up with muscle and fat, all of the underdeveloped muscles breaking and tearing, strengthening and becoming so much stronger, so much more powerful. You're squirming like a caught rattlesnake right now, water just going everywhere. The crease between your pecs is mouthwatering. Your pink nipples are so suckable. Your abs finally finish growing and settling in. Your pecs heave one final time and crest over them, your underboob just as sensitive as the massive flesh sacs above themselves. You're flooded with memories of your teammates tugging and playing with your tits. Some of them sucking on the fat nipples. Coach massaging oil onto them after a good workout.

Your cock is leaking a steady stream of actual cum but it's not a true orgasm, just a mini one because your body cannot handle this constant edging. Something has to give, right? There's less water in the tub since your body is absorbing the sweaty, thick water.

Your traps fan out and help your shoulders thicken with powerful muscle. You can feel how strong and powerful that neck of yours is. The growth flows downwards into your biceps, arms blowing up so quickly they start rubbing against your pecs, making up come harder and yelp. Your forearms thicken up and your hands - your small little hands - blow up into meaty paws. You take your arms out of the water - god they're so heavy - and expose your rank pit to the air.

None of your teammates are around so your own pit will have to do. Your other hand worships and rubs your abs.

You lick and kiss your fat, bulging bicep. Your feet stretch bigger, wider, longer. The less than 1% of the old you left marvels at your size 7 feet bloating into massive size 14 stompers, your toes and soles crawling up the tub and breaching the water's surface.

You're fucking an invisible ass. With every thrust of your stronger, wider hips, your own ass starts growing. You've experienced a massive amount of weight loss and fat redistribution, and conservation of mass requires that shaved off mass to go somewhere. It can't go to your pecs, so it fills up your ass and stretches your hole like it's made of rubber. Your ass is going to be the talk of the town. You won't be able to hide it. Visible through your pants, chewing up boxers and briefs, absolutely stretching out any jockstrap you wear. Jiggling and so enticing, literally striking men dumb and horny. And once they get a taste of that puckering hole - or even better, fuck it - they'll be just as blank and dumb as you are.

There's nothing left of the old you. All of those old worries and thoughts flood into your ass, converted into pure, strong muscle, making that fat ass perky and sit higher on your lower body.

Your thighs expand with muscle and fat, inflating and rubbing together, squeezing your balls and making you squeal. Your calves brush up against the tub, flexing and becoming massive. Your legs have the ability to carry that dumpy of yours and then some. You can carry your teammates for miles. You can straddle and ride a dick into the sunset. Your hole is built for milking every last drop out of your teammates' - and Coach's? - balls. They're pure bulk, those legs, and strong enough to crush a watermelon.

You scream as your face collapses and rearranges. Bone structure becomes more defined as your jaw hardens and your cheekbones become softly pronounced. Your nose pops bigger into the crook of your elbow and your sense of smell actually improves. You take in all your musk, and all the musk of the bathwater all at once. You can even smell the cum boiling in your balls, so you know you're closer than ever.

Your brain shrinks even further. You're only really able to piece together basic sentences and even then, it's gonna take a while for you to construct it and speak it. And when you're horny? Forget about it. You're only thinking about your teammates and pleasing Coach. The next game. You don't really play all that much, but you're a good distraction for the opposing team. No matter how good of a pitcher, they'll make easy mistakes because they'll be too busy staring at your bountiful ass squeezed into your uniform. And if you remember to wear a shirt, your nipples poking against the fabric and those swaying tits when you don't remember to wear a shirt. The latter option happens more often.

You grab your cock with both hands - yes it's a two-hander now - and you start fucking your fist. As you fuck your fist, your body goes through the last change. Your white skin begins darkening, well beyond a normal tan. You're changing race. You open your eyes, for just a second, as you watch your face rearrange one final time and you become Korean. You shut your eyes again as the tan spreads to your tits, beefs them up further, the color spreading to your pink nipples and making them dark and even more sensitive. It spreads down to your abs and arms. Wherever it touches, that area of your body beefs up.

Bigger biceps, bigger shoulders, stronger abs.

Thicker pubes.

Stronger thighs and bigger calves.

Then it hits your cock.

And you explode.

Your cock darkens and your balls become even bigger. You gain that half inch and become a full, mighty, 8 inches hard. Your cum is so thick. Musky. You hug yourself as you cum hands free, hips bucking, balls swinging. You don't see the water absorb your cum, keeping it clear but even smellier.

You finally stop cumming.

Open your eyes just a bit, prettier eyelashes fluttering.

You are hot shit.

You slowly rise out of the water. Muscles exhausted. Cumming is its own workout. You step out of the tub and onto the tiles with your bigger feet. Your cock softens yes but it's gonna exist at a permanent, dripping semi 99% of the time. The 1% reserved for sleeping really.

"Oh, I should probably let the water out huhuh."

You reach into the water. Moaning as the smell hits you in the face. You let it drain, along with your cum and lost body hair.

You see your boxers and socks on the floor but even from here they look too small. You don't think anything of it - mostly because you can't really think anymore. You must've bought the wrong size by accident. You're not totally helpless - hey you've made it this far in life with that dull brain of yours, you've got your own apartment and everything - but sometimes you let easy things slip by you.

You stumble out of the bathroom. Holding onto the walls for support. You're not used to this weight. This sensitivity. The way everything feels so heavy. You let slip a dumb laugh as you creep into your bedroom.

Your laptop's on the bed. The screen open. It's buzzing with notifications. You don't recognize the names. You try your hardest to force a connection in your cotton candy brain but nothing comes up.

"What's a D&D?"

Your meaty chest rises and falls. You close out the text messaging app. People are asking for some guy whose name you don't even know, asking if you're ready for tomorrow's session. Probably the wrong number. The only thing you've got going on tomorrow is practice. Which lets be honest - the only thing getting "practiced" is that insatiable hole of yours, and your throat.

You search around but can't find anything to put in your twitching asshole. You shrug and stick two fingers in your ass and start fingering yourself. Your just used cock rising to attention, as you look at your computer screen.

Holy shit you forgot you were watching Chainsaw Man! You fill with glee. You love this show! Any anime really because it's pretty easy for you to follow and you don't get bored.

Now, if only you could just remember what episode you were on .....

Never heard of a magical tongue before...! Wonder if I could give it a shot.

A God's Tongue

“Alright, you ready?” Ahmed asked as he got on his knees. His roommate Kyle helped himself onto his bed and stripped down.

“More than ready! Thanks again man, seriously, you’re the best!”

Kyle stroked his flaccid cock until it began hardening up to full mast. Once it was sufficiently hard enough, Ahmed brushed off Kyle’s hand and took a hold of his cock himself. He looked at the long, pink member with hungry eyes. He smacked his lips with his tongue. Ahmed was ready to go down on his roommate right then and there, but then a slight hesitation in his mind stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this tonight. Aren’t you worried I’m transforming you too much? This’ll be the third time this month! What if something happens to you?”

Ahmed backed away from the bed. Suddenly, the idea of his magic tongue horrified him. He doesn't know how he developed such a strange ability, but Ahmed had the power to temporarily transform anything (or anyone) he wanted by licking it. Ahmed hated his tongue. It made eating unnecessarily difficult and hook ups practically impossible. He swore to keep his magic tongue a secret until the day he died. However, after a night out drinking, Ahmed accidentally hooked up with Kyle and turned him into an adonis. He hoped it would just be a one time thing, but Kyled begged him to transform him again. Although he initially refused, Ahmed eventually warmed up to the idea when he realized it was his chance to finally hook up without someone finding out about his powers. They formed a mutually beneficial arrangement: Kyle got to be a Greek god, while Ahmed got the sex he craved but couldn't have because of his tongue.

It was originally supposed to be a once-a-month thing. Ahmed's tongue could only do temporary transformations. But everytime Ahmed used his power on Kyle, he noticed there was something inexplicably off about his roommate. Sure, Kyle's body returned back to normal after a few days, but his personality started changing too. He became angry, anxious, and even aggressive at times. Ahmed wasn't sure what exactly was going on inside his roommate's mind and he was worried his tongue had something to do with it.

“Nahh I'll be fine!!" Kyle chuckled. "You worry too much, Ahmed! Nothing bad has ever happened in all the times we've done this, right?"

"Well, no, I guess not."

"Exactly! It'll be fine. If anything, we'll just do it one more time and then we'll take a long break... Sound good?"

Ahmed looked up and saw Kyle smiling at him. His reassurance helped calm his nerves. But despite Kyle's affirmation, doubt still lingered in his mind. Ahmed hesitated, but after Kyle made his erect cock twitch at him, he ultimately decided one more transformation couldn't hurt. He wrapped a hand around Kyle's boner, stood up, and kissed him firmly on the lips.

The two men exchanged rough kisses as they pressed their bodies against each other, grunting and groaning as they did so. Kyle then opened his mouth, granting Ahmed the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Ahmed's tongue was magical in more ways than one. He knew how to use his tongue well. Ahmed had no problem dominating Kyle's tongue as he took the leading role in their makeout sess. Kyle groaned with delight as Ahmed licked and sucked away at his tongue. As he did so, Ahmed's magic tongue activated and Kyle began to transform. His jawline became wider and sharper as it morphed into a more squared off jaw with some slight stubble to complete his more overtly masculine look. His nose grew thicker and wider until a hooked nose replaced his small, button nose. His cheekbones filled in and grew more pronounced, giving him a ruggedly handsome face. All the while his face began getting darker in skin tone too. His blond, wavy hair darkened until they were jet black and with curls. Darker features were something Ahmed's tongue had never done before, but they were both too caught up in the heat of the moment to even notice.

Ahmed pulled his lips away from Kyle's lips and moved down to his neck. He planted his lips against the left side of his body. He then began licking, sucking, and biting playfully at his neck until hickies began to form, then switched over to the right side.

"Nrgghh fuckk..." Kyle whispered. The heat coming from Ahmed's wet mouth felt good against his neck. His hands gripped the bed sheets as he felt his neck grow thicker and darker with every lick Ahmed gave him. Ahmed ran his tongue from the top of his shoulder blades to the edge of his jawline, causing his shoulder muscles to tighten and thicken. Within seconds, Kyle's back transformed into that of a linebacker thanks to Ahmed's magic tongue. Ahmed moved over into Kyle's armpits next. He stuck his nose into his pit and sniffed his musk. He then licked the crevice if his pits, causing thick black hair to sprout in until Kyle had rank jungles in his underarms. From there, Ahmed slid over to his arms and bit him. He bit and licked all over until Kyle's biceps grew into firm, melon-sized cannons with thick forearms to boot. He licked and licked until veins all throughout Kyle's arms throbbed with strength.

Ahmed continued making his way down Kyle's torso. He stopped at his chest. He licked his nipples until they grew pointy, then proceeded to slip his pec into his mouth and sucked away at his nipple. Kyle's toes curled and his pupils rolled back as Ahmed suckled away at his growing chest. The pleasurable sensations were making him break a sweat. Ahmed didn't mind it though. He was having the time of his life too. The sweat added a slightly salty taste to Kyle's tits. He could feel Kyle's pectoral muscles grow heavier in his mouth as he sucked too, giving his hands something to grab and squeeze as he focused his mouth on his nips. Once he felt Kyle had a suitable set of hefty pecs, Ahmed moved down further to his abdominal region. Ahmed then proceeded to trace the outline of his abs with his tongue. Kyle's flabby stomach region swelled with muscle mass until his abs began popping out one by one like freshly popped popcorn.

In no time flat, Kyle's body had undergone two major transformations. His muscles swelled and grew while also growing darker in color until Kyle had become a muscular Arab god. Every lick Ahmed gave Kyle was pushing him further and further away from his original identity.

Unfortunately, both Ahmed and Kyle were too busy enjoying themselves notice Ahmed was inadvertently changing his roommate's race into his own. Ahmed got back down on his knees with Kyle's cock in hand. He slipped his pink head into his mouth and began licking away at it. He started slowly at first, then gradually made his way down Kyle's lengthy rod inch by inch. All the while Ahmed made sure to use his tongue generously.

"Mmm yeah just like that... Keep sucking that big dick!" Kyle purred, Ahmed moaned in response. He sunk back against the bed as Ahmed's wet mouth wrapped tightly around his hard cock. The sensual feeling of Ahmed's thick, bushy beard pressing against the cleanly shaved base of his cock drove him mad with pleasure. Kyle ran his fingers through his roommate's hair as Ahmed alternated between swirling and licking the sensitive tip of his dick like a melting popsicle, sending rippling sensations throughout his groin every time he did so.

"Ohhh fuckk..! It's happening..!!" Kyle said with bated breath. He threw his head back as he felt a new surge of blood rush into his already erect cock, causing it to grow thicker and heavier by the second.

"Mmmph!!" Ahmed gagged against the expanding cock in his mouth. Suddenly, Kyle's dick was long enough to press against the back of his throat but he refused to give up. He took in a breath through his nose and continued deepthroating Kyle's member until his nose touched his pubis. With his length already pushing 8 inches, Ahmed's magic began affecting Kyle's balls too. They grew and grew until they hung low, heavy with cum.

"Ahhh..! Ahhh..! FUCK!! Ohhh....!!!"

Kyle squirmed from the building pressure in his junk. His body was becoming more muscular and Arab by the second! His balls were practically twitching, begging him for release! Kyle knew how uncomfortable transformation could be, but it was never this powerful before. He knew something was wrong. Amidst waves of pleasure, he opened his eyes and was shocked at what he saw. He had become the muscular adonis again just like he wanted, but his body had unexpectedly become brown too!

"What the fuck..? Noooo...!!"

The darker skin tone was slowly but surely spreading up the length of his pink dick. Kyle tried patting Ahmed in a desperate attempt to stop him, but he took it a sign to not stop sucking him off. Kyle tried to fight it, but between the bomb head and the transformation pains, his body seized up. All he could do was brace himself as his cock twitched and rumbled until he finally shot loads of cum down Ahmed's throat. The moment he pumped out the first load, the growing melanin surged throughout the rest of his body. His legs spasmed as his feet grew bigger and wider until he had smelly, size 14 feet. He had been completely transformed from head to toe.

"Ahhh man! That was good!!" Ahmed swallowed Kyle's load then got up from his knees. "That was more intense than last time! How do you- what the fuck!? Who are you!!"

Ahmed jumped back when he saw the new Arab Kyle laying out in front of him. Kyle held a hand against his temples.

"What are you yelling for... It's me!"

"Kyle!?"

"Who else?"

"But... No! That can't be! You were just supposed to become muscular! Now you look like one of my cousins!!"

"I don't know what to tell you man... Your tongue transformed me, so now I'm gonna look like this for the next couple of days."

The two men shared looks. Kyle held a serious expression while Ahmed looked like he was ready to pass out.

"Well... I guess you're just gonna look like this for a while. Are you gonna be okay?" Ahmed asked.

"Yeah man! I'll be fine!" Kyle flashed Ahmed a smile, but it still took him a while to actually calm down. But once he did, he left the room anxious while a sinister smirk began to form on 'Kyle's' face.

"That fucking idiot..." 'Kyle' said in perfect Arabic. "It took me a long time to squeeze out enough magic out of that fool, but I'm finally fully adjusted to this body!!"

Zahid flashed a grin to himself as he flexed his new body. He was more than happy with the results of his hard work. As he did so, an idea struck him.

"The God's tongue is wasted on someone foolish and cowardly like him... Looks like I'm gonna need one more favor from you, Brother."

The same smirk from before returned to Zahid's face as he looked at himself proudly in the mirror. One that Ahmed had no idea he was responsible for creating with his magic tongue.

Hey! Skinny white guy here wishing I was something more exciting!

I can sense you've been touched by the power of many transformations before, perhaps you are a master of transformation as well? Usually I'd be wary of using my power on those like you, in case it rebounded on me, but this request is too tempting to pass. Fine, I'll make you more interesting. You're sitting at home when to hear loud rock coming from outside. You open your front door to find yourself in a suburban neighborhood with a young South Asian man sitting on your doorstep with a speaker.

You want to ask him what he's doing here, but after noticing some angry glares from your neighbors, you think it's best to tell him to turn the music down first. "Turn it down?" He scoffs, "Man, you're the one always saying to turn it up. Listen to this!" He grabs you by the ear and pulls you closer to the speaker, as if standing across the street wouldn't still be a fine distance to hear the track. You curse when you feel a sharp pain where he grabbed your earlobe, but as the sound reverberates through your skull you find that pain turning to pleasure.

You nod your head to the booming drums as your ear lobes grow, craving more of that sound, then filling with large gauges. You tell him he's right, shit this good deserves to be played at max volume. "Hell yeah, especially when it speaks to taking down a broken system. That's what it's like for brown men in a white man's world." You're confused, is brown men referring to you too? You feel your body electrified like a guitar, your body warming up and your skin darkening in turn. Your hair stands on end until the blackened strands curl into a mess much like the man's, though you like your streaked red and sides shaved. You grin, looking at your fellow south asian with your deep brown eyes in newfound familiarity. You can't help but agree that there's nothing more punk than an immigrant.

After a few minutes of listening, your neighbor's annoyed stares become more obvious to both of you. "Man let's ditch these posers. Is it cool if I take this to Zayne's house?" You get excited, recognizing the name of another punk who lives a few blocks down. You agree, noting you're excited to listen there too. "What?" he chuckles, "no offense Man, but I don't think Zayne invites anyone your age to rock out." You wonder what he means by age before looking down at your arms, ever hairier than before. You think you're seeing things, adjusting your glasses out of habit without realizing you weren't wearing any before. Your facial scruff becoming a thick beard. Your clothes turning into a brown polo tucked into white khakis, baggy at first but stretched tighter as your time as a slim youth grows distant from years in a sedentary desk job. Your adjust your polo, trying to give your moobs more room while they jiggle along with your gut to the speaker. Despite your new clothes, you're still a punk in spirit, but a man needs to dress a certain way to work when he's got bills to pay.

you look at the man, now recognizing him as your son. You're a bit sad he keeps calling you "Man" instead of Dad, but a part of you swells with pride as a sign he's inherited some of the anti-authority spirit you grew up with. You sigh, allowing him to go rock out with his friend, but reminding him to come home before dinner and hoping you can jam with him after too.

"Ah kids" I say, stepping out of the house next to yours, looking like a typical suburban man "no matter how cool you are, they always choose their friends." You laugh deeply, clutching on to the bouncing polo that threatens to untuck from your khakis and reveal the furry carpet below. You say your son is probably just going through a rebellious phase. I laugh in kind, "With a rebel dad like you, I'm sure 'rebellious phase' is an understatement!" I'm unsure if you recognize me, or the request you made to me, but I am sure that this life is at the very least more exciting!

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 1 "Winston"

Winston was desperate. More recently, he worked in a large restaurant chain as a waiter, but one fateful day he was careless and rude to the son of the Manager. On the same day, Winston lost his job and now can no longer dream to get a job in some other restaurant.

Winston's been looking for a job for 2 months. Any work. His savings came to an end, and the owner of the apartment, which was rented by a young man told him that if he did not pay, he would throw him out on the street.

Winston was a perfectly normal 21-year-old. He had blonde hair, blue bright eyes, and medium build. He could not boast of a strong abs or a long cock, but his boyish cute face won the hearts. Typical American guy whose smile made all the girls go to College.

Now Winston was lying on his couch and looking at the "Work" column in the new paper.

Winston already wanted to shut down the paper without finding anything. But here at the bottom he found an ad.

 "A permanent job in a country house requires a servant. Butler, cook, gardener, pool boy, maid, security guard and others. Preferably men. Wages are high, accommodation and food are provided. Excellent vacation once a year."

Below was written the address. Winston was surprised that the phone was not written. Winston wrote the address down on his notebook. He wanted to check it against the paper, but when he looked again, the announcement was gone. "What the hell?"Winston thought, but decided to go to the address.

After 2 hours, Winston was on the verge of a huge mansion. In front of him was a beautifully trimmed lawn and a small fountain

Winston rang the bell. Literally a minute later the door was opened by the owner of the house. It was a tall man in his late 40s Tanned face was fringed with a dark beard with a little grey. The white Bathrobe was draped over the muscular body. "He's probably lifting a lot of weight in the gym," Winston Thought. 

"Hello, I'm Mr. Turns."The man held out his strong palm. "You must have come on the announcement in the newspaper?”

"I am? Yeah, sure. My name is Winston."

 "Come, Winston." the Man grabbed the young man by the shoulder and aggressively led him to his grandson, closing the door on the latch.

"So you're looking for a job, Winston?"The landlord was straightforward. "I can hire you as my gardener. I bought this house recently and my garden and lawn is now in a terrible state" 

"Gardener? But sir, I've never worked as a gardener, I'm afraid I won't..." Winston began to protest.

"Nonsense. You'll learn quickly. You have to agree. You need money, right? I'll pay $ 1,000 a week. Plus Accommodation, food and paid vacation," 

Winston wanted to agree. He was ready for anything. But something about this stranger was wrong... Everything was too good... Too much. 

"Okay, on the hands of" Winston held out his hand. Mr. Turns shook hands. In the second hand he already held a few papers and a pen. 

"Just sign the contract here. It's just a formality."

Winston mesmerized took the pen and signed the papers. 

"Excellent!"Mr. Thorns' eyes began to glow bright blue.

 "What happens?!"Winston dropped his pen. He felt his body go numb. He stood frozen in the middle of the hall and could not even move a finger. 

"My dear boy, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you a few terms of this contract."Mr. Thorns' eyes continued to glow, paralyzing Winston. "Firstly, this contract is indefinite and only I can break it, and secondly, only foreigners work in my house. No Americans. This is done to ensure that all the servants spoke different languages and was not able to organize a mass escape. It's just being careful. Third,in my house work only men with model -. I like to watch beautiful men work sometimes, and fourthly, only I set the dress code at work. Your dress code for this hot July month will be speedo alone"

"But sir. I'm an American and not a model. I'm afraid I don't fit your terms."

"My boy, it's easily fixable." the mansion Owner just snapped his fingers. In the same second Winston sensed that his head was spinning. He was sick. The young man tightly closed his eyes and prayed that it would all be over as soon as possible. Winston couldn't see himself from the outside, but his transformation had already begun. His skin was getting darker by the second. His muscles began to inflate and stretch his old clothes. Biceps increased at least 3 times. Huge pectoral muscles stretched his shirt so that the top 2 buttons came off with a whistle. His abs became more distinct and sculptural. Now Winston could boast of six distinct cubes on his abs! His legs swelled exponentially until they were huge and nearly ripped his pants. Foot size also increased by 3 sizes! His humble cock stretched out to the size of a large 8.5 inch snake in his pants. The balls fell with massive golf balls. But the main transformation was on Winston's face.

His blonde hair of medium length began to be drawn back into the skull. They became darker and tougher. On the temples them now did not exist. Such hairstyles Winston never wore! His darker face was now covered with bristles. As black and hard as the hair on his head. Blue eyes darkened with every second, until they were a rich brown. Eyebrows became darker and thicker. His chin became clearer and more courageous. Bristles turned into a well-groomed short beard. The nose, cheekbones, ears and forehead were transformed into a completely different face. After that, the New Winston opened his eyes and stared at his new employer.

"I love to watch the transformation! It's fascinating. Your name isn't Winston now. You're a Turkish guy named Arik. Now go to the bathroom on the second floor. Take a shower. You can play with yourself. Then put on your new speedo and get to work" Winston, and now Arik felt the paralytic spell receded.

"Bana ne yaptın! Beni geri getirin! Türk olmak istemiyorum." Arik slapped his lips in horror. He spoke Turkish?! 

"Don't try to escape.In this new look, you have nowhere to go.Now you can go and do my errands. Oh Yes. I'm the only one in this house will understand your words. Enjoy your new life.” Mr. Turns has retired to his bedroom. 

Arik, almost crying, went to the second floor to take a shower. He washed his new powerful body and played with his new big friend. After that, he fatally put on a narrow red speedo and looked at his new body in the mirror. Now he will have to work in this body gardener indefinitely... Maybe if he works well, Mr. Turns will give him back his old body and his old life?..

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 2 "Charlie"

Charlie was driving his car. It was dusk and Charlie was hoping to find somewhere to Park the car, to get some sleep in the car. He's been traveling around town for weeks looking for a side job. A couple of days he worked as a courier, then was a babysitter, and still loaded boxes in the port. Charlie was a normal cute kid who moved to America from England when he graduated from University. He thought he'd find a job in America fast. He had short blonde hair and green eyes. Charlie was regularly running and cooing, but his muscle was far from perfect. Now he drove up to the new city with new opportunities. Charlie switched the radio. 

"I believe I can fly" this song has already bored Charlie. He switched it.

 "Criminal news: Wanted by a Winston Buckett who disappeared a week ago. He left home and never came back. Distinguishing characteristics: blond hair, average height..."Charlie switched it.

"We have Hollywood stars in the Studio again..."Charlie switched again.

"And now advertising. You looking for work? Are you diligent and enterprising? Are you persistent and know how to improve relations? Mr. Turns offers to work for him in his country house. He is looking for young people for the position of cook, poolboy, assistant gardener, waiter and others. A large salary, accommodation in the mansion and a good vacation are attached. If you are interested, write down the address"

Charlie remembered the address and decided to immediately send his car there. He drove up to the mansion. This house looked perfect. The spray of the fountain rose. The lawn was perfectly trimmed. From the hedge stood a man with shears and alone speedos. "It must be the gardener" Charlie thought. The man Looked at him with wide eyes and began to speak.

"Bana yardım et. Burada irademe karşı tutuluyorum. Git. Sen de başka birine dönüştün."

"Sorry, man, I don't understand Turkish."Charlie picked up the pace. The Turks still said something after him, until Charlie came to the door. He pressed the bell button and the bell rang throughout the mansion. Immediately same the door opened. On the threshold came a solid man in a suit and tie. Gray hair fought her way on his temples and he smiled snow-white smile. 

"Arik, stop talking. Take care of your duties.”The Turkish guy turned to the bushes and continued to cut them. 

“Hello, my name is Mr. Thurns. You must be here for the job."

"My name is Charlie. It's nice to meet you. You're right, I'm looking the job. I was hoping to work for you."

 "Wonderful. Go inside."

Charlie followed the owner of the mansion. They walked into the room, Charlie was able to call the office.

"So you want to work for me? I have one position available. Pool-boy. What you think?"

“Hm, I have never tried such a work before" 

"Never mind. You'll learn quickly You know all the conditions, Charlie? Just sign the contract." Charlie went to the table and saw on it a sheet of paper with small handwriting and a pen. Charlie did not hesitate to put the signature. He turned to Mr. Turns and was horrified. The man's eyes burned bright blue. Charlie felt his body freeze in place and did not move. 

"Oh honey, you signed the contract and now you're all mine. Let me read you what you signed." Mr. Thurns took a leaf and began to read it. "The undersigned undertakes to undergo a cycle of transformation to change nationality, because only foreigners who know different languages work in Mr. Thurns' house.  Also, this man will live and work in Mr. Thorns ' house indefinitely. The right to terminate the contract is reserved to Mr. Thurns." Charlie was confused. What is the transformation of nationality?

It was at this moment that Charlie felt dizzy. The whole office was wrapped around him. Charlie was afraid he'd vomit on the expensive carpet. His skin started to get more tanned. His muscles swelled with great speed, his biceps ripped his sleeves, and his chest muscles lifted his shirt up. Tanned skin became smooth and hairless. Charlie could feel his cock starting to grow in his now tight pants. The eggs are swollen and the foreskin is gone. Charlie felt the changes affect his face and head. Blonde hair started to grow fast until it became long below the ears. They began to curl and darken until they were the color of resin. His cheekbones became sharper, his eyes turned into black coals, his eyebrows became thick, and his lips swelled. His whole face had changed.

"So, the new pool boy. Your name isn't Charlie anymore, it's Carlos. You're Mexican. Your dress code is just white speedo and the necklace around your neck.. Your job is to look after my pool in the backyard.” Charlie, now Kalos is sitting on the carpet, exhausted. He feels so excited. 

"¿Por qué habéis hecho esto? Yo podría, y sin esta transformación, a trabajar para usted" Carlos said in Spanish. He was surprised. He thought he would speak English, but his tongue transformed it into Spanish.

"So I have a guarantee that you will not escape, because you have nowhere to go and no one will understand. You don't understand what the Turkish guy told you, do you?" 

"Esto también transformado chico?" Carlos was amazed

"Yeah. It's the missing Winston a week ago. Good hot boy, like you.You can take a shower on the second floor and go clean the pool. Good luck with your new life. If you work for me well, I will return you to your old life and pay you handsomely. Until then, go work" 

Carlos took a shower, constantly stroking his new 9 inch cock. He cum right in the shower. It is now Mexican cum was sprayed all over the wall of the shower. Carlos went down to the pool and grabbed his hand. He really didn't know what to do now. He just had to obey and start cleaning the pool...

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 3 "Max"

"The library closes in 15 minutes, Please Leave the books on the shelves in the designated places..."

Max shuddered at the sound of the speaker. He fell asleep on their pupils and quietly snoring. He needed to sleep before tomorrow's lectures, but he really wanted to go to his Dorm. These dumb jocks-the neighbors will once again mock him.  They call him the nerd and the glasses. That's true. Max was always a scrawny nerd. Even at 19, he looked younger. He had big glasses and a shaggy MOP of brown hair. He was dressed only in shirt and trousers. He's never been very dressy. He was shy and timid. It was his weakness. 

Max collected books and carried them to the shelf. And then I saw something on the floor. He picked it. It turned out to be a brochure about the work. 

"Are you tired of your life? Have you always wanted to earn a lot and live in a beautiful house? You have such a chance. Mr. Turns gaining a maid at his country mansion. An advantage for young people. Your age and appearance are not important. Payment is very generous. Accommodation and meals at the expense of the employer. Arrive"

Max was on edge. He's fed up with his life. I wanted a change of scenery. He decided to go and get the job. The very next day Max came to the address he had read in the brochure. A huge mansion with an excellent fountain and a well-groomed lawn. Apparently here has tried a good gardener. Max rang the doorbell. Nobody opened it. Max called and knocked for minutes, but there was no answer. Then he decided to come in the back. He rounded the mansion and went out to the backyard. There was a huge pool and a cute pool fight that cleaned the water with a big net.

"Excuse me, where can I find the owner?"Max Asked. The boy raised his head, looked at max and began to say something.

"Se vayan. No necesitas esa clase de trabajo. Él es un mentiroso. Se burla de ti, te convertirá en un pimpollo y obligará a trabajar!" Said the pool boy.

The guy turned around sharply, frightened. Before him stood a Man, much his higher. Dark hair was the color of resin, without a hint of gray. He looked like he was 40 years old. His beard was nicely trimmed. He was wearing a tracksuit and he had a towel around his neck. 

"I guess he just finished training," Max thought.

"You've come about the job? My name is Mr. Turns. I can offer you a job for me. Do you mind if we come into my kitchen? I have to drink a protein shake."

Max went into the kitchen followed by the host. 

"I read your brochure in the library. I'm bored with my life. It's the truth. I want a change of scenery and a place to live besides my Dorm..." 

"Nicely. I can offer you to be my cook. I'm tired of cooking for myself. You'll be working in this very kitchen. Sit down. I'll make myself a smoothie. " Mr. Thurns took the fruit out of the fridge and shoved in their mixer, added the powder and started mixing. Max looked around the kitchen in bewilderment. 

"But I never could cook, sir. Maybe you can find another job for me?"

“Don't worry, handsome, you'll learn quickly, just sign the contract." Mr. Turns handed max a Sheet and a pen and started drinking a cocktail.

"Handsome? He called me handsome?" Max thought. But the surprise with which the owner of the mansion gave him a contract forced max to sign it, almost without thinking. Mr. Thurns took the contract. 

"And now the most interesting, handsome Max. You have to match your position." the Man clapped his hands and his eyes lit up blue. Max looked at it and couldn't move. He could feel his ass growing on the chair. His pants felt narrower as his hips and legs began to increase. Shoes were torn apart. 

"What's happening to me?"тMax screamed in horror, still not moving. 

"Only beautiful models work in my house, Max. And only foreigners. I need employees who will stay with me for a long time. Who can not go back to a past life, because no one recognizes them there."

The buttons on max's shirt started to fly off in all directions when his chest started to swell. His abs became clearly visible. The biceps swelled, tearing the sleeves. His back was expanding, pumping up his muscles. His clothes could not stand his onslaught anymore and fell on the floor with scraps. Max remained only in his underwear, which barely on it has rested. His humble 5 inch cock has grown to a powerful 9 inch. Now Max was like those bullies who humiliated him. His face began to change. Acne is gone and hair has taken the form of hairstyles. He became blond. His lips were slightly swollen and eyes changed color to dark brown. The nose, ears, chin and forehead were reconstructed, creating the face of the classic model of clothing. Max could move again. 

Mr. Thorns threw him a purple t-shirt and black sweatpants. "Don. It'll be your work uniform."Max was so shocked by his transformation that he silently obeyed the order. "And take this cap. We don't want your beautiful hair falling on the food you cook." Max put on his head cap. Immediately his head was filled with new memories of the recipes of delicious dishes and cooking. Max looked at himself in the reflection of the metal door of the refrigerator. His mouth opened in shock.

"Qu'est-ce que vous m'avez fait?! Quoi ?! Pourquoi je parle français?" Max said.

"I think French cuisine is considered to be the best. You can get to work. Dinner's coming. Make it superb. By the way, your name isn't Max anymore. You're Valentine. The excellent Maestro of French cuisine.” 

Mr. Turns went to the pool to swim before eating, and Valentine began to wash the vegetables and cook dinner. That's his job now...

Mr. Turns' Servant. Part # 4 "Frank"

"The amount of your loan debt is 12 567 Dollars. We kindly ask you to repay your loan or we will have to demand money in court. Have a nice day." The robot on the other end of the wire hung up.

 Frank put the phone on the nightstand and took a deep breath... He was ready to cry. About a year ago, he was fired from his job. In their opinion, he became too old, fat and his vision deteriorated, so he could no longer work in the factory. Frank had to sell the apartment and take a loan for a small house by the sea. It was on the porch of the house and went Frank. Before him was a beautiful landscape of the coast. Frank looked over at themselves. He was already 54 years old, he was gray, fat and wore huge glasses, without which he could not even see his fingers...

"How can I repay this loan?"Said Frank, raising his head to the sky, as if he was talking to someone...

 At this moment, his room turned on the TV. Frank quickly went into the house to turn it off, but stopped with the remote control in hand. A nice girl was advertising. 

"Do you need money to buy a new house, a car or just to pay the loan? Mr. Turns needs workers. Your age and work experience is not important. Just come to the country mansion. There's work for everyone. Write the address..." She dictated it, and Frank immediately wrote it down in my notebook. Not wasting a minute Frank mesmerized got into his old Ford and drove to the address. After a couple of hours Frank was on the spot. Rounding the perimeter of a huge mansion Frank went to the pool.

On one of the sun loungers lay the owner of the mansion in only swimming trunks and sunglasses. Next to him was a young blond guy and grilled sausages.

"Valentin. Don't forget to fry the vegetables too" Said a man.

"Bien sûr, maître. Je n'oublierai pas." The young man answered.

Frank looked at the man. He was kind of late in his 30s. Nice dark skin and big muscles. Dark hair and and a shiny smile.

"Ahem. Hi, I'm here to get a job."Said Frank, a bit nervous. 

The owner lowered his glasses and looked at Frank from head to toe. The young man at the grill started, but did not even turn, like something afraid. 

"Well. Very well. My name is Mr. Thurns. You're Mister...”

"Just Frank." 

“Good, Frank. I have a job for you. Do you like cleaning the house?"

“I'm not doing it well. But when I have no choice, I have to clean the house." 

"Wonderful. Then you'll be my new maid."

“Maid?"

"Yes, Frank. Something embarrassing you? Don't worry, you will succeed. I'll pay you handsomely. How about $ 2,000 a week?"

“How much?! I agree. Where do I sign?" Frank's eyes lit up. 

"Here" Mr. Thurns pulled out a paper and a pen as if from the air. As soon as the last drop of ink touched the paper, Frank felt he couldn't move. 

"What the hell is going on?!"

“Dear Frank, you just signed a contract with me. Let me tell you that in my mansion, all the employees are models who speak different languages for safety reasons. Now join them."

Frank felt his weight and huge belly deflate like a balloon. All his fat melted in a minute. His t-shirt was now hanging on him like a hoodie, and his pants slept on the floor. His skin was firm and young. Years ago for Frank. Muscles were filled with strength and elasticity. Now they bulged under the skin with a beautiful relief. Frank now was in 2 times thinner, than until this.His muscles swelled, and his skin turned a beautiful pale color. His graying hair had once again turned dark. His bald head began to overgrow, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed. With each breath, Frank could now see his chest muscles surging forward. His stomach became flat, and then 6 abs cubes peeked out from under the remaining subcutaneous fat. His cock became longer and thicker until it reached 7.5 inches. His hands felt the power of youth and clenched involuntarily. His face was rearranging. Took eyes are almond-shaped and dark steel. Los forehead and cheekbones became more distinct and beautiful. Frank became a different person... Frank could move again. He ran up to the pool and looked at his new look.

"私の主です！ 私は若いです。 私ンや若きます。 ございます！" Frank shut his mouth in fright.

 "Now you speak Japanese like a true Japanese" Put on these pants, shirt and shoes and start cleaning my bedroom." Mr. Post said. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Now I will address you by the name of Akio."

Akio bowed to his master and happily went to clean the house. He could not even dream of such a job, and in it is also well paid.