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celebtf · 2 months

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Peeta and the berries

It was day 3 in the Arena, the 75th hunger games was going on, with only 5 Contestants left. The day was hot and the sun shined bright on the people left, with the same goal, to win, to survive all this and return home to their lifes.

Today was the forth day since Peeta entered the arena for a second time, he couldn't understand why he had to do all this again, he had already won before and now they all wanted to kill him again. Was all of this a game for them?

Peeta knew his biggest compition was Finnick, the long, blond, handsome guy with big strong arms and a cute butt. With thighs so thick they could smash a watermelon if he had money for a watermelon back home. Peeta was So jealous of Finnick, he was charming and strong, if it wasn't for Peeta and Finnick's pact, Finnick would probably strike at Peeta any second now.

It was late on day 4, the rain had just passed and thr Thunder was over. Peeta seaked shellter under a tree when he saw a drone fly around from afar. Peeta started running after the drone, even if it was his own sponsor that had send the package, he still needed to get it very fast before anybody else could.

He had run after the Drone when he finally got the package, the drone had dropped it on a field and Peeta had run so far, so nobody else would be first.

The package was only to things, some red berries and a mirror, what was he supposed to do with this? Watch himself eat or.. peeta could only really laugh at this point. Peeta picked up a Berry and start thinking about Finnick and wondering what he did right now.

Peeta thought about finnick running around in the tight uniform, hugging his legs and arms tight. Peeta didn't notice at first but his legs started to gain more muscles and his arms got bigger. Peeta thought about about Finnick's big hands and peeta started to notice his hands started grow stronger and got more hair on them. Peetas stomach started to hurt, he zipped his uniform up a little, he could see a strong eight-pack abs starting to form and his pecs grew more even his shoulders got stronger.

Peeta took the mirror up right in time to see his hair grow longer, a messy spiky hairstyle started to style itself, in the mirror peeta could see his jaw changing, his nose and eyebrows, his cheekbones started cracking. Peeta felt lighter sitting down, his ass had gotten bubblier and he felt his dick grew a few inches, it was hard hiding it in his tight uniform.

" Damn Finnick, you hide this monster all along? " peeta laughed and looked in the mirror, there was no peeta left... starring back was his friend Finnick.

The new Finnick walked on the beach, seeing the world in his new eyes, He let out a small laugher, he wish he could thank his sponsor for this. On his walk he saw something.. or somebody.

" Hey Peeta, how are you doing? " he laughed at the new confused Peeta sitting on the beach.

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hotmentransformed · 2 months

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Hollywood Magic

In the bustling backstage of the prestigious Oscars ceremony, nerves were running high. Among the frenzy of stagehands, makeup artists, and celebrities, stood Alex, a wide-eyed production assistant fresh out of film school. It was his first gig at such a grand event, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. He had bought a fresh tuxedo for the event and felt professional and ready to start his new career.

Throughout the evening, Alex darted from one task to another, ensuring everything ran like clockwork. He meticulously checked seating arrangements, coordinated with the stage crew, and even fetched coffee for the stars. Despite the chaos around him, Alex felt a surge of exhilaration with each passing moment, relishing the special opportunity to be a part of Hollywood's biggest night.

But as the ceremony progressed smoothly, tension began to mount backstage when one of the scheduled presenters failed to show up for their award presentation. Panic swept through the crowded corridors as frantic whispers filled the air. Producers frantically made calls to find a replacement, but everyone was either unavailable or unwilling to present. With no one else available at such short notice, all eyes turned to Alex.

Without warning, an envelope was thrust into his hands, and he was ushered onto the stage. His heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. This was his moment—a chance to step onto the grand stage of the Oscars and make his mark in the entertainment industry. Usually, the honor was only reserved for the most iconic of stars: how lucky he was to be just an average Joe, given an opportunity rarely afforded to even some of the most famous celebrities. As Alex approached the microphone, the weight of the moment bore down on him like a heavy cloak. The sea of faces in the audience blurred as his nerves threatened to overwhelm him.

Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he felt an inexplicable surge of warmth coursing through his body. At first, he thought it must be from the stage lights, but it grew stronger and more electrifying. It started as a subtle tingling but soon evolved into an intense sensation, like a thousand needles pricking his skin.

His muscles tensed and bulged beneath his clothes, a strange pressure building within him. Alex's eyes widened in shock as he felt the fabric of his brand-new suit strain against his expanding frame. The audience's murmurs of anticipation turned into gasps of surprise as they witnessed the spectacle unfolding before them. First, it was his arms, as if sculpted from marble, that began to swell with newfound strength. His biceps and triceps rippled beneath the fabric of his shirt, stretching it to its limits, and eventually ripping his sleeves. Then, his chest expanded, pushing against the material as if eager to break free. Each breath seemed to inflate his torso further, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

As Alex's transformation continued, his shoulders broadened, each muscle defined with chiseled precision. His back rippled with power, the fabric of his shirt straining against the force of his expanding physique. Even his legs, once hidden beneath his trousers, began to bulge with raw strength, threatening to burst through the fabric at any moment.

Despite his best efforts to resist, Alex couldn't help but flex his muscles, which expanded and tore free from the confines of his shirt and jacket, a mixture of embarrassment and pride washing over him as he unwittingly showed off his newfound form to the world. The audience's laughter only fueled his humiliation, but still, he couldn't stop himself.

With each involuntary flex, Alex's body seemed to take on a life of its own, moving with a grace and power that he had never known. His embarrassment gave way to a sense of awe as he marveled at the sheer magnitude of his transformation. But just as he began to revel in his newfound strength, disaster struck. With a sudden rip, the fabric of his pants gave way, leaving him standing on stage in the nude. His cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as he hastily covered himself with the envelope he had been given to present the award.

Standing there dumbfounded and twice his previous size, he heard an announcer on the speakers: “And now, presenting the Academy Award for Best Costume Design, the one, the only: John Cena!”

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bigboysfalldeep · 6 months

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Ryan's new assistant

Since the day I started to work at the set of 9-1-1, I have dreamt of having some fun with the male cast members. The first one that caught my attention was Ryan.

I loved watching him stroll around wearing his tight uniform, and after a few weeks, I couldn't help but make him mine, at least for a little while.

I sent him a message to meet me inside his private trailer; luckily, he had one at the time. I was just an average assistant, fetching coffee, snacks, and stuff—not my usual kind of work, but the goal was to stay under the radar. It worked perfectly fine.

So I texted him to meet me during his break, something about needing his opinion on anything. It didn't matter to me; it was just a means to an end.

So I was waiting there, patiently, until he arrived. The door opened, and that beautiful man stepped inside, still wearing his lovely uniform.

"Hey there." Ryan took a step closer to me. "How can I help you?" He smiled politely.

"I thought we could have some fun." I licked my lips as I approached him. He looked a bit confused by my obvious attempt at flirting, but then he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not into guys." Ryan took a step back as I reached for his shoulder.

"Come on." I said but he interrupted me. "I think you should go." He turned toward the door, but that's when I placed my hand on his shoulder, holding him in place.

Ryan turned his face towards me, and at first, I felt he was pushing me away, but then he grimaced. Something deep inside him was reacting to my gentle touch and my soft voice.

"Come on, Ryan. Relax." I said, rubbing his shoulder with my thumb while keeping eye contact with the actor.

"What are you doing here?" He said it breathlessly, but I kept massaging him, moving my hand along his shoulder and his neck.

"I'm helping you relax, man." I smiled comfortingly. "Just breathe, relax."

Ryan took a deep breath, and I felt his body tensing slightly.

"Good. Keep breathing." I touched him gently, trying my best to calm him down. Slowly, but steadily, I could tell he's following my every command.

"Just breathe, relax." I said that and placed my other hand on his tummy, stroking him as well.

"Relax?" He breathed deeply, and his voice was a little rougher than before.

"Yes. Relax. Just calm down." I kept stroking him and massaging him, and I loved watching this stud slowly go under.

"Very good, Ryan." I nodded and unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, just to slide a hand inside it and intensify my loving strokes. "Much easier, isn't it?"

Ryan nodded slowly and let out a low, guttural growl. "Easy." He sighed.

"Very good boy." I said, and I noticed that his body started swaying slightly. To steady him, I placed my hand at his neck, forcing him to keep eye contact as well.

As my strokes got more intense, I dared to go further.

"Just listen to me, Ryan. I will help you relax even more." Licking my lips again, I hold back a low moan.

He looked so hot when his eyes started to unfocus, and his face turned blank as well. I felt my cock tent inside my jeans, ready to stain them, but I had to control myself a little further.

"Do you hear me, Ryan?" I asked, unsure if it was too early, but when the actor opened his mouth, all that came out was an approving moan.

"Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes and focus on my voice and my voice alone." I said, grabbing his neck firmly while still stroking his tummy.

For a second, Ryan's eyes rolled back into his skull, and before he let out another low moan, I had to hold back another devious smile. I loved this part. He closed his eyes, and his head sank down slightly.

"Come here." I embraced him in a tight hug, one of my hands sliding down his back, the other still on his tummy. "Just follow my voice; nothing else matters, Ryan." I breathed into his ear, causing him to grunt once.

"Ryan. From now on, you, your mind, and your body belong to me. You will do as I desire. Do you understand?" I stroked his entire chest firmly, and he moaned again. "Yees."

I loved the way his body felt so soft yet so alluring. But I wanted more.

"Then prove it." I breathed into his ear while running my hand across his pecs and back to his tummy.

Ryan moaned in response and I raised his chin to meet his gaze; his eyes were vacant, foggy, and white. He was drooling, waiting for my command.

"Get hard for me, boy." My strokes got more firm and demanding, and it didn't take long for his entire body to react—much to my liking.

I enjoyed how, slowly but steadily, all of his muscles started to tense harder and harder. Ryan's entire chest bulged more with every deep breath he took while moaning softly.

My hand ran across his chest over and over again. I felt all of him growing bigger, just by my command. His uniform was barely enough to contain him; his biceps bulged so hard that I thought his clothes would tear apart, but yet it was able to withstand the ongoing pressure.

"Very good." I smirked and wanted to enjoy all of him. So I let my hands wander freely across his chest and his back to get a bigger picture. It was a sensational feeling—that big, buff man was leaning on me, getting hard for me, and just for me.

"Let's see." I licked my lips as my hand made its way down his body to his crotch. I took a deep breath once I reached the huge tent forming inside his tight uniform pants.

Tracing the outlines of his huge member with my fingertips, I sensed he was enjoying it as much as me. Ryan took several deep breaths, sighed, moaned, and groaned, while his body was willing to give me all of him.

Once I grabbed him, his entire body twitched shortly before he raised his head to let out another guttural moan.

"You're a big one; I like that." I rubbed the palm of my hand across his stiff dick again and again. I felt my body reacting as well. Enjoying the tingling sensation spreading through my chest into my arms, thighs, and neck, I gave in to my desire and played with Ryan's cock for a while.

Touching a man's dick always got me hard, but knowing it's a celebrity member made it even more special to me.

In one swift motion, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside them to pull his sweaty cock out. It felt so good, and in response, it twitched a few times, encouraged by my hand firmly touching it.

"Very good, Ryan. You're enjoying that, aren't you?" I whispered into his ear, but he didn't respond at first. Instead, he leaned into me, and more guttural groans came out of his mouth.

I played with his shaft for a few more moments, causing its tip to leak. "Good. Very good." Feeling his cum between my fingers, I separated myself from him to look into his gorgeous face.

Ryan was standing in front of me with his shirt unbuttoned, Dick standing at attention, and a beautiful, empty expression. All emotions had disappeared from his face; instead, he was waiting for me to give him another command, to tell him what I desired.

He looked so beautiful. I love my men as emotionless, mindless playthings. Subconsciously, I was touching myself through my pants, and I knew that I needed to release some steam.

"Suck me off, boy." I stroked my own cock through my jeans before unbuttoning them.

"Yes." Ryan replied, his voice dull yet husky. He approached me and went down on his knees. Breathing deeply, he placed his hands at my waist, pulled my pants down, and grabbed my already throbbing dick through my wet boxers before pulling them down as well.

"Fuck." I grunted as he exposed my wet cock. Having imagined him on his knees for weeks, seeing this made me even more excited.

Then he began to tickle the tip of my cock with his tongue, savoring the taste of my pre-cum. I, biting my lower lip, grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to look at me again.

"Just suck it." I released him, causing him to whimper.

"I'm sorry." Ryan said quietly, and then he opened his mouth, sliding my dick deep inside his throat.

He gagged at first but quickly adjusted to my size before he started to suck me off.

It felt so good, and the view was even better. That hot beefy guy on his knees, sucking me off, while I grab him by the back of his head, forcing him to swallow my dick even deeper.

Instinctively, he wrapped his big arms around my thighs to steady himself, and we both increased our pace. Hearing him moan and gag made my whole body even harder.

My breath quickened, and my heart accelerated as fast as a sportscar, but I wanted to enjoy it some more.

Any time I was close to the edge, I stopped him and let him breathe before doing it over and over again. Just when I couldn't take it anymore, I came right into his mouth, and Ryan gladly swallowed it.

"Fuck." I kept moving my hips to make sure he swallowed all of it before pulling out. "Very good, Ryan." Running a hand through his hair and across his red face, I made him smile derpily.

"Get up." I took a step back, stroking my dick lovingly before getting dressed again. "Get dressed, boy." I gestured to his dick and watched him struggle to put his thick dick back into his tight pants, but the result was even funnier: his dick was clearly visible through his uniform, but he didn't care, so why should I?

He then closed his shirt while looking at me, making me instantly hard once again.

Once he was done, I approached him again and pulled him back into that tight embrace, just to stroke his tummy again.

"Mhmmm," Ryan purred deeply, simply enjoying himself.

"Very good." I moaned into his ear. "Remember, you are mine now. Whenever I touch you like this, you will go back into this state and simply obey my every word. Understood?"

I stroked him firmly as he moaned in agreement.

"Good." I separated him from me and had one last look into his beautiful, blank face. "Now. You won't remember any of this. When I snap my fingers, you will return to normal. You will feel happy and smile the whole time. There is no issue here, understood?"

I placed a hand on his shoulder, stroking him again.

"Yes." Ryan spoke slowly, and with that, I snapped my fingers.

He blinked a few times before regaining his composure, looking around until his eyes focused on me.

"Hey there." Ryan smiled brightly. "How can I help you?" He said this, playfully nudging me with the back of his hand.

"Oh, it was nothing. I was just thinking about getting lunch. Want anything?" I smiled politely, nearly unable to keep my eyes from his beautiful body.

All of his muscles were still hard, testing the limits of his uniform, but he didn't seem to care much.

Thinking, he tilts his head, and I couldn't help but follow his hand as he subconsciously grabs his own, erect dick through his pants.

"I think I'm good; thank you." Ryan then turned his face back to mine, basically catching me staring, but he didn't mind.

"Alright." I nodded, and after taking one last look at him, I left his trailer, thinking about how much I want him to be mine forever.

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mrwavellswaps · 14 days

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I am sooooooooooooo tired! I am an awkward adult who never grew out of the fat kid phase. Even though I am in my late 20s, I thinks it too late for me to be the all-American beefcake I see via social media and irl. I am a college undergraduate who dreams of becoming the ultimate golden boy. Like Jacob Elordi, Nick Bosa, or Ross Lynch. I just want to experience what it's like to have a face card and the ability to stop anyone in their tracks with just one look. Is it really too much to ask?

Not at all my friend! You’ve come to the right person! There’s nothing The Great Mr Wavell can’t accomplish! Now let’s see… So you you dream of becoming American star who’s adored by all hmm? Beloved both in person and online with a body and looks that could get you practically anything or anyone you want? I can certainly work with that.

First of all you’ll feel an odd bubbling sensation break out across your body. It won’t hurt but it’ll definitely feel strange at first. It might take a moment for you to realise what’s happening but once you notice your clothes starting to get baggier and droop, you’ll start to pick up on it. My magic working it’s way across your body and melting away all that fat you’ve carried with you since childhood. Before long you won’t even recognise yourself. You’ll be lean and skinny to say the least. Almost twink levels of skinny. But that won’t last for long.

The bubbling sensation will subside but shortly after it’ll be replaced with an almost burning feel that’ll spread like wildfire across your being. Now this one might sting a little… but in an oddly satisfying way. Like the pain you’d get after pushing yourself in the gym. That burn will run through your muscles, feeding them with all the energy they need to grow and expand. And that they do. You’ll have the pleasure of looking down at yourself in amazement as your body grows larger again only this time with pure muscle instead. Legs growing huge and sturdy, arms hulking out into massive canons of muscle, chest heaving forwards into two thick pecs that you’re not gonna be able to resist squeezing. Even your ass will grow into a nice round jock butt while your cock adds on a few extra inches too.

Once that’s done burning will dissolve, leaving you with a glorious physique. Only for one last sensation to take its place. This time it would be more of a frosty tingling surging through every fibre of your being. Finally my magic had begun rewriting your DNA. Things like your height and the size of your hands and feet were the first to change along with other subtle defining features of your body altering themselves in order to create something entirely new out of you. Most notably however was your face. What was once the face you saw every Moroni g in the mirror swiftly began to alter. Eyes, ears and nose all subtly changing and moving positions. Your jaw perfecting itself as facial hair decorated it immaculately while your hair restyled itself. Simply just the shape of your head as a whole changing ever so slightly to fit this new persona being graced upon you.

Only after all that would my magic and strange transformation feelings that came with it truly disappear, leaving you with a whole new body and identity. Who’s identity you may ask? Well you’ll find out as soon as you get a good look at yourself in the mirror and see the face and body of none other than Nick Bosa! As soon as you do the world will spin around you and you’ll find yourself at Nick’s house. In his bedroom. On,y it’s not his anymore. It’s yours. You’re the one and only Nick Bosa now! His fame, his accomplishments, his body, his ridiculously good looks. They all belong to you now!

So go out there and have fun Nick! You can finally have the life you’ve always dreamed of having. The life of an All-American Beefcake! And I just know you’re gonna love every second of it.

P.S it’s never too late my man! If you want that body you dream of you have more than enough time left to grab it. If you just put in the time and effort and eat right then you’ll have the body you’re dreaming of in no time! Everything takes time but loads of people out there have started their journey’s much later than you and have still achieved their goal! If you want it, you can have it! Trust me ❤️ - Wavell

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octuscle · 1 month

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This ongoing Tom Holland story is fun. But “The Dutch” needs a serious haircut and some other adjustments to make him a real man, don’t you think?

In the current issue of Attitude, Tom "The Dutch" Holland talks about wrestling and homosexuality and about the eroticism of sweat and faux leather in the dressing rooms of WWE arenas in an extraordinarily revealing way.

After his image change, "The Dutch" is sexier than ever. Many of his fans cried out when Tom cut off his mullet and decorated his skin with tattoos. It may have cost him some fans. But if the number of his followers on Instagram and TikTok is to be believed, the radical haircut was exactly the right step in the right direction.

It's hardly surprising that a wrestler who dresses the body of an Adonis in black faux leather has many fans, especially in the gay community. Find out what this has to do with his new style in our interview with a man who is not afraid to be photographed without any wrestling gear.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #inked man #wrestler tf #leather tf #ai image #celebrity tf

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gayratguy · 1 year

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Permanent Vip Experience

-Request for @axeegliter hope you enjoy!-

You had waited years for this, you had been to plenty of Charlie Puth’s concerts before but you had never had an experience like this. You had bucked up for a one of a kind backstage pass to meet Charlie before the concert which promised 20 minutes of a one on one conversation with Charlie! It had cost you thousands but it was so worth it. The day had come, and you had picked the perfect outfit. You arrived an hour before the concert and were led by one of his assistants to a small waiting area. The anticipation was killing you and after thirty minutes the same assistant led you to a door with a whiteboard that had “Mr.Puth” written across it. The assistant opened the door and you were greeted by a mostly undressed Charlie. The rest of his makeup team looked past you as they exited the green room closing the door behind them leaving just Charlie and you. You blushed and looked down at your feet trying to hide the growing tent in your pants. “Sorry I like to get comfortable before each of my shows, I hope you don’t mind.” You shake your head “Thought so why don’t you sit down get comfortable you payed for this after all.” You shuffled over to a small loveseat in the room trying to hide your hardon. Charlie chuckled and plopped himself next to you putting his arm around you. “Hey man it’s alright I want you to get something out of this and I know that any fan who pays this much to see me probably wants to get with me so it’s ok!” You move your hands away from your pants displaying your boner for Charlie. “Damn man you are excited huh” he says as he tightens his grasp on you pulling your head into his armpit as you sneak a sniff of his musk. “Well hey why don’t we make sure you get your money’s worth.” With a devious smile Charlie quickly stands up and drops his underwear and turns towards you with a large 8inch cock drooling pre onto your pants. You don’t have to be told twice, you begin servicing the star as he moans and places a hand behind your head guiding your rhythm. Before too long he pulls you off and orders you to strip and turns you on the couch so your ass is facing him. He kisses the back of your neck before spitting in your hole before beginning to jackhammer you. Before too long you feel his balls tense releasing a torrent of spunk into your ass when you feel something shift. You try to pull off to investigate but find you can’t. “Oh this is my favorite part, get ready to be part of the show dude,” moaned Charlie. You found that your legs had already begun changing shape, becoming wrinkled and ball like as they merged with his sack. You spent so long in awe of what was happening you didn’t notice that your arms had already become nubs on the side of your body as your chest became smooth and cylindrical. Before too long he started to jerk his human sized cock which you were becoming and it felt amazing. You felt your hair fall out as your facial features simplified but you didn’t care you just wanted him to keep stroking you. You closed your eyes and found you couldn’t open them again when you heard Charlie say “oh I’m close man thank you again I love my fans and I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” A pressure built in your throat and before too long you felt a high come over you as you shot your load. Buckets of cum spewed out of you as you were left in a daze. You realized you began to shrink down leaving charlie with a now 9inch beer can thick cock. “Thanks dude I don’t think I got your name but I’m sure we’ll have fun together.” He almost immediately began jerking you again.

You started to wonder if this was permanent or not, you felt like you had stuff to get back too but you realized you couldn’t remember what. You again felt the similar high of pleasure pass over you as you shot again. You tried once again to figure out what it was that was missing when you realized you don’t even know you’re name. When you tried to think of something all that came up was “cock”. You also tried to think of your owners name knowing he was someone important but you could only think “Master.” Your thoughts began to slow with each orgasm as you lost the ability to think words as your mind was flooded with ideas of serving your owner cumming and fucking. Charlie collapsed on the soaked love seat as his assistants came back in and began to clean up. He would never know the name of the fan that walked in but he didn’t really care, he knew that no matter who he was he was happier this way.

#cock transformation #cock tf #ctf #inanimate tf #body part tf #body part transformation #celebrity tf #charlie puth #sorry this is so long

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derekwriteskink · 1 year

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To play the cello

Gabriel sat at home alone, he had just seen Hauser perform and even though he thoroughly enjoyed the show, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. “He’s handsome, he can play cello and everyone loves him.” Thought Gabriel. He couldn’t relate. Look wise he was far below average, had no musical talent at all and was widely regarded as an annoying asshole. Gabriel was looking out his window as he thought about what it would be like to be Hauser. A shooting star passed by and as Gabriel’s eyes darted towards the light of the star, he felt lightheaded. Gabriel passed out and when he awoke he felt a warmth next to him. Gabriel opened his eyes and jumped back in shock, his head hit off of the back frame of the bed. There was a woman next to him! Which was certainly different from Gabriel’s usual type…The woman in the bed leaned in for a kiss and Gabriel made a run for the door. But as he reached the door he realised that he was naked and awkwardly stepped back into the room. “Asshole!” Shouted the woman as she quickly threw on her clothes and made her way out the door, all while shouting obscenities at Gabriel. After the woman left Gabriel stood there confused as he pondered how he ended up in this situation. He was in a fancy hotel that was far out of his budget. Gabriel scrambled through the room’s closet searching for something to wear. He opened the door and saw several suits among other clothes. He picked up a blue suit, dress shoes, socks and a black t-shirt. He saw underpants but dreaded the thought of wearing someone else’s underwater. As Gabriel got dressed he was shocked by his body hair “I don’t remember being this hairy” thought Gabriel but he pushed the thought away as he finished getting dressed. He then went to leave the room but he felt a strange urge to check his reflection. Gabriel walked into the bathroom and as his eyes caught a glimpse of his reflection he was shocked. He looked exactly like Hauser. Convinced that he was dreaming Gabriel gleefully explored his face and body. After a few minutes of contact he began to realise that he wasn’t dreaming. He was actually Hauser! He was overjoyed but anxious at how he could live a life that he knew so little about. Gabriel stood there with his brain on overdrive as his anxious thoughts were replaced by Hauser’s memories. Gabriel was overwhelmed as Hauser’s life became his reality. He began to tremble as his reality was being overwritten. The new Hauser stood confidently as his old memories of being Gabriel felt like a distant memory. Hauser grabbed his valuables and a rose and left the hotel room eager to live his life.

#body swap #celebrity tf

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celebtf · 14 days

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Mysterio's new Trip

As Mysterio tumbled through the air, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, anger, and frustration mixed together as he fell towards the unforgiving ground below. His grand plans had crumbled beneath him, shattered by the relentless determination of Spider-Man.

As Mysterio fell down in to the water, everything went black and the cold water hit him from the back, he let out a big grunt. It was so cold, it was really freezing. Mysterio thought to himself that if he survived this he would seek his revange on The Avengers. Mostly Spiderman, it was Spiderman that had ruined everything for him. Mysterio had the money, the fame, everything, even the girls and boys after him and that stupid kid had to ruin everything.

Mysterio could feel himself lifting up from the water and over the city, he could feel the coldness from the wind brushing against his wet cold skin.

" Hey, wake up, hello " Mysterio felt a kick, he was alive. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a man standing over him. The man was tall and not the most muscular man but probably could hit hard, the man was dressed in green, alot of green and had long black hair, in his and he was holding something that probably could be used as a weapon.

" So you're finally awake, thank god, I didn't know what I would do otherwise, throw you out in space " Mysterio didn't notice that he weren't on earth.

" Loki " Mysterio rolled his eyes when he saw that Loki was the one that had saved him. " Happy to see you too" Loki just laughed and started to walk around in the room.

" I saw you crash into the water, I did you a favour, atleast give me a thank you " Mysterio countined to roll his eyes. " So I heard you wanted to take down The Avengers, I can help you with that, but I need a favour back Ofcourse "

Mysterio was sceptical and started to think to himself, how could Loki help him?

" Ah, Mysterio, my dear friend. I require your unique talents for a little scheme of mine." Old friend? Mysterio looked at Loki with a stare.

Loki took his staff and started to swing it in the room the same time as he startes to chant something. A green haze started to full up the room, and Mysterio started to lose sign of Loki.

Mysterio felt a crack in his back and fell down on the ground. His legs started to grow muscles and and his boots started to torn up and his feets bust out. Mysterio's thighs started to grow to, a lot and his stomach formed a new set of abs, a hard and better sixpack, Mysterio was in shock and fasinated over this change, his ass got fuller too, it became big and bubbly. Mysterio's new arms started go get muscular and big and he started to feel his jaw get sharpened, his cheekbones got rounder and his eyes started to sting, his Hair came undone and started to bleach.

" Loki.. what are you doing to me "

" Let's get your new uniform.. Captain "

Loki showed me my new reflection, and I have to admit.. I looked good. I was so strong and handsome and tall, I was till before but now I'm even taller.

" So I can see that you like it, Captian " Loki looked at me and I smiled and told him him how much I liked it and that I was very greatful.

So what's the plan Loki, how am I going to take down The Avengers? I was walking around Loki's places to test the limits in Captains body.

" Leave that up to me, just follow and we will get what we want"

Suddenly I was the Green smoke again and Loki was gone.

" Thor and Captian.. I mean you and me are going to be good partners "

#celebrity tf #body swap #celebtf #transformation #gay #male body suit #malebody swap #male shapeshift #body switch #marvel #Thor #steve rogers #captain america #the avengers #character transformation

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hotmentransformed · 1 year

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Heartstopping Tank Top

You had always been a skinny guy. Growing up, people often made fun of you for how little you seemed to look. During your spring semester of junior year of college, you decided to study abroad in London. You had a job lifeguarding in the summer, and you wanted to make sure you were in good physical condition and looked good for the girls at the pool. You made a promise to yourself that you would return to the U.S. with a more muscular physique.

So, you found a gym near your dorm and went to sign up. After singing some forms and paying for a day pass, the attendant at the front desk handed you a large white tank top and said, “Oy, this’ll help you grow into a real muscle lad”.

You shrugged it off as a harmless sales pitch and went to the locker room to put on the tank top. It was way too large, but the attendant seemed really enthusiastic about you wearing it, and you didn’t want to be rude to someone in a foreign country, so you decided to stick it out and start your workout.

Exiting the locker room, you made a bee-line for the first open machine you saw. After reading the graphics and demonstrations on the metal, you sat down and began your workout. It felt… surprisingly great! You could get used to this! With each machine you went to, you felt a strange sensation pulsating from your tank top. Unbeknownst to you, they seemed to be growing at an accelerated rate, much faster than should be naturally possible, stretching and bulging under your skin.

Your arms were the first to change. Your once skinny biceps and triceps began to thicken and expand, stretching the arms of your tank top with bulging muscles. As you flexed, you could see the new definition in your arms, and your veins popped out from under your skin.

Your chest was the next area to change. You pecs began to swell and harden, pushing out from your ribcage with an impressive mass. Your nipples stood out like little knobs atop your chest, and you could feel the fibers of your muscles contracting with every heavy breath you took. Hair began to push its way from your pecs and swirled its way into your armpits, which were moist from your intense workout.

Your back muscles were the next to grow. As you pulled down on the lat pulldown machine, you could feel your lats expanding like wings on your back. You could feel as your spinal erectors bulged out, creating a column of muscle that ran down your spine, widening your torso and giving you immense bulk.

Your abdominal muscles became chiseled, with each muscle fiber becoming visible through your top. Your six-pack was now a washboard, and your obliques became well-defined ridges.

Your legs swelled too, with your quads becoming massive and your hamstrings bulking up. Your glutes expanded into globes of muscle, stretching your gym shorts. Your calves became rock hard, with the muscles contracting and relaxing with every step you took.

As you continued to work out, your hair began to lighten, and your facial features began to change. Your jawline became more pronounced, and your face became wider. Your eyes turned an intense hazel, and your skin took on a healthy glow. You had become someone… new.

Dropping the weights, you looked into the mirror, and you recognized exactly who you were. You were Kit Connor. You had never been an American. You had worked hard for these big muscles and your successful career. You had always been Kit Connor. You flexed your new massive muscles in the mirror, admiring your physique.

With your British accent, you mused “I am one fit lad.” You turned back to the mirror and posed for your Instagram. In no time, you're sure it'll be filled with a bunch of gay lads trying to get your attention... just how you liked it.

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bigboysfalldeep · 6 months

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the nick jonas experience - posession

I always had one rule: never target a celebrity.

It's just way too risky; there is simply no way to just vanish and start a new life inside a new body. Still, one young man always tickled my fancy: Nick Jonas.

I contemplated for months: was taking over his beautiful body worth the risk? My decision was taken from me when he announced a concert very close to me, a couple of hours by car, and instantly my mind was set on my newest target. I bought a ticket and spent the coming months obsessing over him more and more. I loved the way he kept teasing his fans by acting all cocky, geared up in leather, and showing off his well-formed body.

During the two-hour drive, I kept going through the coming operation. I would wait, enjoy his music, and once he's done, exhausted, happy—whatever he would be, I'd strike.

When he entered the stage, I couldn't believe my eyes. Nick was wearing a tight green leather tracksuit, showing off his thick bulge for everyone to see, and I couldn't turn back now, not after my dick grew so hard inside my jeans.

Once the concert slowly came to an end, I made my way toward my car, just to leave my old vessel behind—it wasn't a bad body, but nothing compared to the heart throb that is Nick Jonas.

After years of doing this, it was the easiest thing to do. I focused all of my being on leaving the fleshy husk behind. I can't simply take over anyone's body. Part of their soul, their consciousness, stays behind—locked away, chained, simply unable to move, think, or fight back. The guy might be able to take his body back, but why would I care?

As an astral being, I was able to ascend into the sky, watching all those thousands of people leave the stadium. Nick should be in his private quarters right now, and with a little luck, I might be able to strike.

Nobody could see me; some could feel my presence, however, when a cold shower ran down their backs, their arms, or their legs. There were so many potential new hosts, but I wasn't letting anything sway my mind when I had come thus far.

I made my way through the hallways, thin corridors, and wide open spaces when I finally picked up a trace. I spotted a few security guys and decided to follow them, and sure enough, they brought me right toward Nick's door.

I licked my nonexistent lips in anticipation, reading his name printed on the door: Nick Jonas.

However, walls, doors, and concrete didn't mean anything to me right then. I entered the room, and there he was: Nick, in person.

He was sitting in a chair talking to a few people, chatting happily about the successful concert. The closer I got, the more I had to control my urge to jump him, force myself into his fleshy self, and take him right in front of all of these people. 'Patience,' I thought, but I couldn't help myself and approached him nonetheless.

"Just give me a few more minutes, alright?" Nick said in a husky voice—probably due to him performing for hours now. His team nodded, and one by one, they left while I was hovering in front of him, just inches away from his face.

Nick was stunning: sweaty, thick, and, most importantly, handsome. I hesitated; this was the last chance to stop, to admire him now, but to leave him and find any other hot guy to take over.

But then he turned his face and let out a long, guttural sigh. My entire being was shacking, and if I had a body right there, I would have wet myself.

Nick grabbed his phone and started to text someone, but that didn't bother me. I swirled around his body—I learned that the back is the easiest way to enter someone else's body—and placed a hand on his shoulder.

His body shuddered once; even through his leather jacket, he must have felt the cold embrace of my presence. Bewildered, he quickly got up and turned around.

"Hello?" Nick said his voice was rough and husky. "Somebody here?"

I just grinned and placed my hand on his neck. Making contact with a warm human body always shocked the target; it wasn't natural to be touched like that.

Nick opened his mouth to say something, but he froze. His body grew hard and stiff; all of him was tensing more and more. Gently, I drew a line from his neck down to the small of his back, following his spine, and even though I wasn't touching his bare skin, he opened his mouth and let out a low growl. It's to prepare his body for my entrance; think of it like unzipping a costume—a fleshy meat suit.

The muscles on his back relaxed barely, while the rest of him got even harder. I enjoyed this moment any time I took over a new body. The simple blissful joy and anticipation of entering a new host always made my entire being vibrate.

Using both of my hands, I reached out, touched him, felt him, and watched the tips of my fingers vanish inside his back. Right then, his body reacted by bending his back as waves of pain and pleasure flooded his being.

"Fuuuck." Nick moaned breathlessly as my hands and arms sank into him. It felt so good, causing my form to pulsate vibrantly. I used all of my strength to stay invisible, but the pleasure running through me made it so hard, yet I couldn't let him see me, not now.

Nick managed to turn himself around, probably aware of something happening. He stumbled toward a huge mirror on the wall, pushed the chair out of the way, and steadied himself against a small table.

I was clinging on to him, enjoying his attempt to figure out what was happening. He looked into the mirror and ran a hand across his neck, his face, and through his sweaty hair. This meant, however, that I was able to look at his reflection as well. His eyes looked a little foggy already, telling me that he was a very suitable pick.

Slowly, carefully, I pushed deeper inside of him—a sensational feeling—as all of me started humming. I hold back a deep moan, but he, on the other hand, is unable to do the same, and a fierce grunt escapes his lips.

Shaking his head, he tried to shake this feeling—me—off, but I wasn't letting him leave now. My arms were sliding into his sleeves, filling his entire chest with my blissful humming and vibrating self, causing him to let out more low grunts and groans.

"What is happening to me?" Nick's entire body went stiff, and all of him tensed harsher than ever before. My slim form wasn't filling his upper body fully, so I needed to enlarge myself a little bit, putting even more pressure on his body and, more importantly, on his mind. I needed him exhausted, so he wouldn't be able to fight back.

Just then, my fingertips reached his own, and I was able to get a hold of them. I was shaking when I first moved his fingers, his hands, and his arms—just an overwhelming feeling for the both of us. I could see the confusion spreading across his face when I started to stroke him, his neck, and his firm chest.

It felt so good—running my fingers across his skin, along his jawline, and further down to his chest. Feeling my fingertips brush over his leather jacket made me vibrate even firmer. At the same time, I tried to calm him down a little to soothe his mind.

Still shaking his head, he tried to regain composure and control, but I wasn't letting him do that, was I? The more I stroked him, the more his muscles bulged. His arms were so thick already, and once his biceps started to bulge even harder, his bulky form tested the limits of his clothes.

Still, I pushed even further and stepped inside him. Right then, he let out another breathless yet deep moan, and I was forced to steady ourselves against the table again. A gigantic smirk spreads across my lips when I feel his body vibrating and tingling due to my moving inside him.

Nick's breathing quickened rapidly; all of that pleasure and pressure were taking a toll on him already. But I knew he was able to withstand and overcome.

I felt all of him reacting to me invading his body: his entire chest was hard as a rock, his arms bulged firmly, and so did his thighs and calves. Like putting on thick leather boots, I slid down his legs and right into his feet. In response, Nick leaned his head back, groaning audibly.

Now, I was able to get a firm stance, so I was able to move my hands freely, but part of him was clinging on to his form. Together, we moved our hands across his chest, and again and again, we kept stroking him.

With a firm thrust, I pushed my hips into him, like I was fucking him from behind. Nick winced once, and I felt his cock growing bigger now. He was so large and so hard that his member was visibly tenting inside his tight leather pants. I knew he felt it too, because right away, he grabbed himself firmly, rubbing the palm of his hand across his thick dick.

"Fuck, this feels good." He groaned under his breath as more waves of pleasure flooded his system. To make it even more enjoyable, I thrusted against his hand once, then twice—he shouldn't miss out on this sensational experience.

Nick purred happily as we kept stroking his dick and chest at the same time, but I wasn't done yet. After I took a deep breath, I moved my head into the back of his, the first attempt to merge ourselves, or more precisely, to take over his body completely.

Instantly, he froze again as our minds began to intertwine. I felt all he felt: he's scared, confused, yet aroused and somewhat excited. Nick didn't know what was happening, and I liked it that way.

As his thoughts became my thoughts, his body reacted again: he started drooling heavily, his eyes lost focus, and they turned vacant, slowly yet steadily. A soft groan escaped his wet lips as his mind got overwhelmed.

In a last, futile attempt to regain power, he closed his eyes, fighting back. His head dropped down, his chin on his chest, as he tried to locate me to remove the parasite inside his head—a cute attempt, but an attempt in vain.

I felt my form spread even further through his body; all he felt was a heavy, tingling sensation—a warmth filling his entire being. Knowing this feeling all too well, I moaned, filling his mind with even more images of pure pleasure.

Nick was powerless, and to make him give in, I put even more pleasure and pressure on him. As I got full control over his arms, I began to stroke him again, just like he had before. Invading his mind revealed all of his most sensitive spots, so I played him like a fiddle. I stroked him hard through his leather clothes.

I knew he was into leather, seeing him wearing all sorts of leather jackets and pants, as he knew how good he looked in those. It was easy for me to take advantage of that, as the simple feeling of leather on his skin made all of him hard.

"Who are you?" He thought, feeling my presence finally. But I didn't kiss and tell; instead, I grabbed his dick again. Nick was already leaking, staining his boxers with his precious cum, much to my enjoyment.

Then I got control over his legs and took a firm stand. It wasn't unusual for hosts to cave in during a takeover, but I've gotten used to it by now.

We moaned in unison as I began to thrust again and again, right against the palm of our hand, while I used the other to stroke our chest. It felt so good to use his voice; I instantly leaked even harder, feeling the steaming liquid press against my skin.

Nick enjoyed this just as much as I do, but somehow he didn't want to give in to me.

"Pleasee." He begged, but I made a sly smirk spread across his lips instead. I rubbed our hand across our dick again and again, encouraging it to leak more and more.

We started to grind together, moaning together, when our heart accelerated rapidly. Our entire being bulged so hard because all of our muscles grew so much bigger, and all we could think of was to cum.

I kept edging him on, but I was in control, and he didn't release himself; instead, I let the pressure build up.

As I finally overlayed my mind with his, I felt him panicking. "Whatt?" We moaned—the most exciting feeling for me—but Nick was torn between pain and pleasure.

With one more heavy thrust, I simply overtook his mind. To feel my form encompass another, not join him but be him, was the most sensual feeling I knew. That was the first time I came as Nick Jonas, staining his underwear and leather pants with my hot cum. One load after another, I let go of my old self and became him at once.

We started to drool heavily as I chained him, gagged him, and locked him away. Our eyes were unfocused and partly rolled back into our skull. Swaying slightly, I took control over his now vacant body.

His fingers, hands, arms, and shoudlers became mine, causing his muscles to nearly tear apart as they adjusted to me even more. I grew bigger as his skin now covered me perfectly.

I filled his chest, his stomach, and his thighs, and I grew larger as well, regaining my composure. Finally, his legs became mine, and I stopped swaying instantly.

I opened my eyes, looking at my beautiful reflection. Smirking, I took a step closer, one hand still at my wet crotch, the other noew tracing my firm jawline.

"This felt so good." I used his handsome voice—my voice—for the first time, causing my dick to pulsate again, shooting another dry load. I ran a hand through my sweaty hair and licked my lips. It felt so good to finally be him; I couldn't stop smirking the whole time.

I took a long and close look at my reflection. I had only seen Nick in videos or photos, but I never imagined seeing him for real, let alone being him one day. I couldn't stop my dick from twitching. I loved this so much.

"Fuuck." I moaned; hearing his beautiful voice echo through me made me grow harder again. I had been running dry for a while now, but it just felt too good. I gave in to my desire and encompassed all of my upper body.

I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the core of me hum again. I never felt so good.

Subconsciously, I kept on stroking my dick and my chest, enjoining the feeling of leather again. I looked so hot in this body, and I didn't care for the risks.

"This body is perfect." I purred and opened my eyes, unable to resist the urge to touch myself again.

As I took a deep breath, I smelled me for the first time, and in response, I let out another long guttural moan—a mixture of sweat—and his cologne invaded my nostrils, a smell I would grow to love so much.

I didn't catch myself tracing the outlines of my cock again, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. If it were for me, I would have masturbated there at least a dozen more times. I felt my new body craving so much more, yet I had to play it cool.

No one can know.

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PHTF Paul Mescal, Andrew Scott, and Jonathan Bailey???:))

(I only knew Andrew Scott before this ask so my apologies lol)

So I personally wouldn't possess Andrew simply because he is very close to myself in personality. I want to change it up completely...So I chose to possess Jonathan Bailey.

He has such a sharp and sophisticated look to himself. Clean cut as well and a tight body I could enjoy.

I would hypnotize Paul Mescal because he seems like he would be a good servant to me and would put his mouth to good use.

And for Andrew...

I think I would turn him into a latex thong. He seems like he would enjoy being stretched out by either myself or Paul.

#celebrity tf #celebtf #phtf #male tf #male possession #body transformation #body suit tf #muscle growth tf #mental change tf #male transformation

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monstermaster13 · 1 year

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An Aykroyd Simp’s Wish Come True.

Nathan to Were-Aykroyd TF.

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Every fan has an origin story and each origin story has a result that tells you it all, Nathan was a huge Dan Aykroyd fan and he wasn’t afraid to admit he was a simp, it started in 2020 and now he was a full-blown simp for Dan in general thanks to his friends on Discord egging him on, but that was about to become so much more. He couldn’t help but dream about Dan sometimes, to the point he dreamed about turning into him and it felt real…even though they were just dreams, at least he thought they were just dreams. But one night he had a dream/vision that he didn’t know he’d have, basically the vision had him thinking about Dan and talking about him to his friends, but the dream took on a twist when he started to morph and transform, this had happened ever since he got transformed into the Were-Aykroyd he is today and he loved it, he tried to hide it, his love 0f 80’s horror added to this.

At first he thought it would be horrifying to be like that, but eventually he warmed up to it and he couldn’t help but think about it, naturally he always seemed to get jealous of others whenever they got transformed…’Aaaw come on, why do they get to morph and not me? I’m the main Were-Aykroyd here and I feel like these people aren’t all worthy of it.’ He was just naturally petty like that, and that's alright. He had his dark moments, yes but he never intended to come across as a villain, it’s just he was the kind of person some people would avoid, and if you think this is going to be one of those anime tf stories with some random oc being turned into one of those bishounen types or a Jojo character or one of those random ones that are a garbled mashup of pop culture references that don’t make sense, this is one that has elements of horror and humor to it. Late in April 2022, the Aykroyd dreams came back to him and made him want more of it, his inner Were-Aykroyd was starting to get worried, he hadn’t been around in a while.

The night of May 6th proved to be more impactful than he thought…he had been having another dream about the Were-Aykroyd side to him, but in said dream he was being viewed as insane for believing in the Aykroyd-verse lore. ‘Look, I told you i’m not insane. There is indeed an in-depth and fascinating lore behind all of Dan Aykroyd’s movies that nobody knows of and it’s all real. I have done a Quinton Reviews style analysis on all of Dan’s filmography and have come to the conclusion that Doctor Detroit and Loose Cannons belong in the same universe.’ ‘You must be insane if you analyzed those movies.’ ‘And what’s wrong with analyzing them?’ ‘They’re both terrible.’ ‘What did you say?’ ‘I said Doctor Detroit and Loose Cannons are terrible movies.’ Without warning, he knocked the person who said that onto the ground with seemingly inhuman strength.

“Wow..how on earth did you do that?”

“You mean knocking someone down with inhuman strength like that?”

‘Yes…wait a minute, aren’t you?’ ‘The Were-Aykroyd? Uhhh…how do you know that?’ He nervously blushed as he tried to remain calm but he panicked, causing his right hand to enlarge and the skin on it to mature as hairs grew on it, his brownish Were-Aykroyd hairs. ‘No, not now…not now.’ He moaned as his stomach gurgled, making a dash for it, he made his way out as quickly as possible before hiding behind the nearest display stand.

“Excuse me for a second…”

This part always was one he could tell was bound to happen, this always happened and when it did, he always awoke to find himself transforming. A couple of minutes later after the dream ended, he woke up to a rather familiar sensation, his stomach gurgled a couple of times. ‘Here we go, it’s been a while.’ ‘Why yes..it certainly has.’ He looked over into the mirror, and he noticed he was already seeing Dan Aykroyd in place of his reflection. ‘Dan. I thought you…’ ‘That I wasn’t contacting you after a while? I’d never leave you, i’m the one true friend you have, unlike some of your previous friends who turned on you and left you.’

“That’s true..”

Nathan raised his eyebrow, this did sound suspicious but he wouldn’t doubt his twin even for a minute. ‘Yeah, i have been getting visions of you a lot recently.’ ‘Which you should be.’ He had been having a bit of an odd year so far, with all the body-snatching and alien attacks within the same area and serial killer incidents our Were-Aykroyd friend was going to be there to help him. 'I could use a break from the crime in this city to be honest, too many murderers stealing human bodies.' 'Yeah, can't they pick their own bodies instead of just picking those of their allies.' 'Some of them kill their own team mates.' Nathan was glad to see his twin and spirit animal again. ‘Do you miss turning into me?’ ‘Oh Dan, you most certainly know I do.’ ‘How would you like to give it another go?’

“You don’t need to ask me.”

“Alright, relax and just listen to me.”

Nathan concentrated and he listened to Dan’s voice, Dan began to condition him and made him feel calmer and as he did, he thought of all those good transformations and forgot about the previous episodes involving the doppelgangers lots of transformation horror and detail involve skin-shedding like reptiles, yet too much melodrama about how they hate being human like Julian for example…'I don't get why Julian hates his human form so much, I mean shouldn't he like being human as opposed to being reptile-like?'.

“Yeah, I don't get how Rachel doesn't immediately recognize him in his transformed state."

‘Yeah I don't get that as well, I hate melodramatic shapeshifters, annoying as all hell.’ ‘But luckily you’re not like them and you like the type that’s more like me, right?’ ‘Of course.’ 'I know you initially resisted and attempted to hide your transformation, but then again you had no reason to.' 'Not many people can understand my powers, I cannot understand them either.'

Nathan concentrated a few more times and as he did, he felt warming sensations spreading across his body as skin matured and lost imperfections, looking at his chest he could feel it broadening and growing as brownish hairs developed on it. In addition to this, the hairs grew on his stomach which broadened a bit as his hands enlarged. He examined his body for a bit, taking it all in as he knew now this was natural. The were-aykroyd was always going to be there for him and he was very proud of this fact, he felt a couple of sensations as his back slowly broadened and his shoulders followed suit and he shot up to the height of 6’1.

His feet enlarged as two of the toes on both of them fused at the knuckle and developed the traits of being webbed as his rear plumped up, he always did simp over this bit…it had been established before he was bisexual and his were-aykroyd side was the same way, but of course he had a particular taste. His neckline altered as his hair darkened, his forehead grew a little bit higher up as his eyebrows thickened, arching a little while one of his eyes turned greenish and the other remained brown, his nose broadened and developed a cleft in the middle as his features became more Aykroydian and plumped up as his voice altered to sound exactly like how he looked…which was to say…like he was Dan Aykroyd, which he sort of was, but he also was himself. He looked over and saw a list of plans ‘Nathan’ had set up, a couple of spells for altering characters in different universes. ‘Perfect.’

His transformation reached completion as he was in his Were-aykroyd form once more and he was glad to be back in business. He began to copy the plans for the spells and then summoned his siblings who were of course Dan Aykroyd characters. ‘Got a new set of plans set up.’

“What are we waiting for? Let’s do it.”

“Absolutely.”

He printed out the plans and got everything that was needed for the spell and he recited it, unleashing a dark blast of supernatural energy that transcended the realm he was in and entering the dimension of the tv show Herodale College, which was an Animal House style comedy about superheroes and villains, he knew of the heroes that he wanted to transform, he admired shapeshifters so he got Mr Mimicry, the team's resident morphing expert who was also an alien to morph into a Were-Aykroyd, the shapeshifter thought it would be easy to morph back to normal but he got stuck in Were-Aykroyd form, which was then followed by Hero House in general being transformed.

The Were-Aykroyd known as Dan smirked as he watched the dark energy wave spread to several other universes, before landing at the Marvel universe. ‘Not yet…but soon.’ ‘Do you have interest in going after them sometime?’ ‘Oh, definitely. After all, were-aykroyds do love heroic figures like law-enforcement and superheroes.’ ‘That’s true, you could recruit some of them.’ And thus with that Dan finished the spell and began warming up another one, this one would be a teleportation spell to bring the Avengers form the MCU over into his half of the universe.

Later on he fully organized for a few Were-Aykroyds to be sent into the MCU as part of his next plan, he would send out some of them to keep the SHIELD agents busy while he worked on his plans to do with the Avengers, he knew exactly what to do with them, and unlike a certain titan he didn’t need the Infinity Gauntlet for it, and thus the year of the Aykroydian invasion was once again kicking off in full force.

Sometimes you don’t need a complex story to tell a good tale of how your character became how they are, sometimes all you need is brainpower, not when you naturally have been developing your own original story for years. And that’s really what anyone could ask for, or even wish for.

#Dan Aykroyd #Aykroyd-verse #celebrity tf

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