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alphajocklover · 14 days

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Man I'm just some scrawny skater and always have been. I always make fun of meatheads at the gym for being obsessed with size and power, but recently I watched the Hulk movie and I think I get it... The idea of becoming unstoppable and reigning supreme.

My friends have been worried about me since I've stopped hanging out with me and started hitting the gym but I wish I could just Hulk out without the whole 'Hulk speak' part. Something about letting my inner beast take over like the other dudes in the gym is tempting. Could you help me out?

The thing everyone forgets about the hulk is that, after decades of being in the comics, Bruce Banner is far more complicated than the movies would suggest. Sure, it started out like all the movies do, with Banner being transformed into the Hulk by some terrible accident, switching between forms whenever angered, but over the years and the dozens upon dozens of different storylines the Hulk has become so much more complicated. Over the years Bruce Banner has gained more than just one alternate personality. There’s himself, of course, ther nerdy genius. Then there’s the classic hulk, dumb angry and strong. But there have been many others over the years. Joe Fixit, the gray hulk with the mind and personality of a Vegas mobster, Doc Green/professor Hulk, a version of the hulk with both the brains and the brawn, and Green Scar, a cunning warrior who ruled an entire planet (for a short time). These are only a few of his many different forms and personalities. So, if you wanna be like the Hulk… it’s going to be more than just the nerd and the hunk.

Let’s start with the basics. That is to say, let’s start with you. The Skater. Your original personality, the one who makes fun of meathead jocks and doesn’t give a fuck about being strong. Or at least didn’t until recently. But after watching that movie… something’s changed inside of you. It awakened parts of yourself you didn’t even know were there. And I’m not speaking metaphorically. It seems that certain triggers now cause you to change into other forms, other people. At first they presented themselves as the sudden urge to workout and desire to be a jock, but now they don’t need to be just urges. They’ve developed into full on identities. When you’re not in a different form you’ll revert to your original self, the skinny skater you used to be… but that won’t be very often. Your other selves are way too greedy to give the pathetic little skater his fair share.

Next is your hulk. But for you it’d be more accurate to call him the Hunk. Beefy, muscular, dumb and sexy as hell. He’s everything you used to hate and everything you now long to be. An alpha male, a jock, a himbo, a stud. Your inner beast. He's the one who goes to the gym with your new bros, flirts with anything that moves, and flexes almost constantly. He isn’t brought forth by anger like the real hulk is though. You turn into the Hunk when horny. Makes sense. Just like how the Hulk is always angry, the Hunk is always horny. A complete and utter fuckboy stud, and until you get control over his wild libido, you’ll be turning into him almost constantly.

After that is your Joe Fixit. Let’s call him Joe. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Just like in the original comics Joe isn’t summoned by an emotion, but by the night. He’s drawn out by the thrill of the nightlife, by clubs and secret backrooms and grinding against each other in the dark while the beat pumps through you like a drug. He spends the first half of the night as a bouncer, using his beef, strength and sometimes even his charm to keep certain people out. The second half he spends flirting with chicks, dancing at the club, partying, drinking, and on a good night fucking his latest babe in the clubs VIP room. The best part is that he never has to deal with a hangover, and whichever you who wakes up in the morning is always well rested.

Your next form is the one who has it all. Your Doc Green, the one with the brains and the brawn. He actually is a med student who is trying to become a doctor, so let’s call him Doc. Charming, manly, and muscular, but also sensitive, kind and intelligent. His trigger is less clear, but you know he comes out when you need him. Whether its for a shift at work, to charm a girl or guy you actually like enough to date and not just fuck, he’s there. What he’s really good at though is making money. For a med student he’s shockingly loaded, probably because he set up a very successful onlyfans account for each of you. You, the regular you, watch his videos sometime. You always turn into the Hunk before the video ends.

Finally is the warrior. The green scar. You just call him Jock. Because that’s what he is. He comes out fairly rarely, only when you’re feeling very competitive, usually during sports events and bodybuilding contests. He’s tough, rough, and never backs down. He’s surprisingly intelligent, but uses most of this intelligence on strategy and tactics. He’s the perfect team leader, and is incredibly dominant on and off the field.

Between the Hunk, Joe, Doc, and Jock, there isn’t much time for you anymore. But this is what you wanted, want you fucking love being each of them. You finally released your inner beast. All four of them.

**hey there! Hope you guys liked the story. I know most people go a different direction when it comes to ‘hulking out’ but I thought maybe something a little different like this would be more interesting. I hope whoever requested the story enjoys it, and that you don’t mind me showing off my inner comic book geek**

#muscle growth tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #skater to jock #muscle tf #superhero tf

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salmonskinrolltf · 5 months

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The Grind

Todd really did enjoy working from home. He loved the perks of getting to roll right out of bed when his alarm went off, and he loved not being stuck in traffic every morning and evening on his commute. But recently, he was starting to feel like he couldn't focus. It was important to him to succeed at this job, so he could keep rising in the ranks at his ad agency, but there were too many distractions that weren't allowing him to prove himself: chores to do, food to eat, noise from his neighbors. Dear God, the noise!

The window of his home office opened right out onto the alley behind his apartment. It was summer, so he needed the windows open in order to snag that cross breeze and keep from boiling to death, but the teenage skaters that seemed to swarm the alley during summer break were out and about in full force.

He tapped his chin with his pen, trying to come up with a good word that a cat might use to describe the delicious new treats Todd's client was going to feed him, but he found himself distracted yet again by the noise from the skaters outside. He wondered how they didn't get bored, with their endlessly repetitive roster of lame-ass tricks that all sounded the same.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

That's all Todd heard all day, over and over, with metronomic regularity. If he could harness one-tenth of the passion that these burnouts used when trying to learn ollies or whatever, he would be CEO within the week.

God, if only. He felt like he was working himself to the bone, with no results. A mighty headache was threatening to rear up and throttle his brain, too. He had been chugging Pedialyte, hoping to at least make it to the end of his shift. If he used even one sick day, he worried he'd seem like a slacker who wasn't committed.

OK, staring at his laptop screen wasn't working. He pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. Sometimes physically writing things down helped his creative juices flow. He tapped his pen on his chin with a maniacal rat-a-tat rhythm. It didn’t help. He sighed and hung his head in his hands. He just wanted to rise in the ranks. To get a better life for himself. Why was this so difficult?

Whirrrrrrr-thud

Todd tapped his pen on his chin more slowly. Was it just him, or were the skaters kind of perfectly timing their tricks? It sounded almost like the percussion on one of his favorite classical compositions. He strained to listen.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

Yeah, there was definitely a meter to the noises, so precise that his brain felt like it could slot perfectly into them. He realized the predictability of the noise would be beneficial in terms of helping him ignore the skaters and focus back on work. As long as he internalized the rhythm, it would just fade into the background.

He pulled the paper toward him and began tapping with fresh vigor, trying to let the noise sink into the back of his brain.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

The sound was still present, but it was already becoming more like a gentle hum he was only vaguely aware of.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

That’s right. He felt the noise begin to flow through him. It was just like living in an apartment by the freeway, he thought. You can ignore any noise if it becomes familiar enough.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

Familiar… Familiar… Family! He scribbled on his notepad. “Your cat is a part of the family…” He sucked on the end of his pen. He couldn’t figure out what to put next, but it was a start. He stared at the paper for what felt like another ten minutes, continuously drawing a blank. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck, that headache was building again. He knew he was only feeling bad because of stress, but how was he supposed to de-stress when he had a deadline? He stared at the paper intensely, willing words to appear on it.

Whirrrrrrr-THUD

A particularly loud thud jolted Todd out of his reverie. Fuck, he was getting jumpy. Maybe he should take a ten minute break. As soon as he figured out the end of this tagline. He sucked on the end of his pen once more, but as he did so, something weird happened. There must have been a hole in the clicker of his pen, because he felt it break open, releasing a hot, gaseous substance into his mouth.

He gasped in surprise, accidentally forcing the gas into his lungs, which began to feel like they were burning. He gave a panicky cough and a plume of smoke trailed weakly from his mouth. What the fuck? He closely inspected his pen, but everything looked totally normal. Perhaps the end was a little damp from him sucking on it. But he saw nothing that explained what had just happened to him.

The burning sensation still tickled his lungs, but it was quickly mellowing into something… something quite nice, actually. His toes felt a little tingly, and a sense of calm washed over him. He felt his muscles relax somewhat as he slumped back into his chair. His headache was even receding a bit. If he could get it to go away entirely, maybe he could finally finish…

Whirrrrrrr-thud

Yeah, fuck it. He was gonna try again. He put the end of the pen in his mouth and took another deep breath. Once more, the top of the pen opened up and expelled smoke, which he took into his lungs and held there, enjoying the warming sensation before blowing it out in a tight stream.

That’s the ticket. He felt the headache recede entirely. He finally felt well and truly relaxed. He flipped his hoodie up over his head and drew the drawstrings. Wait, he hadn’t been wearing a hoodie, had he? Fuck it, he didn’t care. He was now warm and cozy, inside and out. He felt better than he had in a long time.

But it was still too hot under the hood. It felt right to be wearing it, even in summer somehow, but he could feel sweat glistening on his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, but he still felt himself grow hotter and hotter, yet strangely lazy and unwilling to actually do something about it because he was SO relaxed.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

He began to sweat so much that his perfectly coiffed hair started to wilt, dangling down in front of his eyes. It then just… kept going. It extended down over his face to the point that he thought the sweaty strands might poke him in the eyes. His normal instinct would have been to sweep it back, but in his addled state, he instead gave a practiced flick of the head, gathering the hair at one side. The color began to change from a strawlike dirty blond, to brunette, to dark brown, to a black so concentrated it must have been dyed. But he never dyed his hair, had he? He liked being a natural blonde.

Fuck, it was SO hot. Why had he chosen to wear this hoodie? A memory blossomed of him putting it on that morning. Well, of course he had worn this hoodie. It was his favorite hoodie. He wore it every day, whatever the weather. Sure, he could do to wash it. It stank of sweat and pot smoke, but it was his and he loved it.

He needed to cool down something fierce, though. He made a move to pull the hoodie off from around his head, but his hands unconsciously ignored his intention, opting to flip up the collar of his open button-down instead. As he adjusted the collar to look perfectly mussed and careless, the material of the shirt turned coarse and thick as it became a battered denim jacket.

He was totally unaware that he hadn’t perfectly executed his plan, still feeling relaxed and a little fuzzy from his vape pen. That’s what it was, of course. A vape pen. He wasn’t sure why he'd thought it was an actual pen, like for writing. He chuckled softly. Suddenly, being confused about things felt like it came more naturally to him, somehow. At first, he was confused about that, but then he wasn’t. Being confused isn’t confusing, is it? Is that confusing? Shaking his head and laughing, he took another hit off his vape pen and blew a perfect smoke ring, letting the warm fuzziness flow through him.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

He decided to return to his brainstorming. Although he was hot and not entirely clear-headed, he felt a burst of creative energy all of a sudden. He began to scribble on the notepad, working furiously as sweat began to pool on his forehead once more. He only noticed when it began to trickle down his face, tickling his cheeks and dripping from his chin onto the page. He scrubbed his face with his hand, not noticing that, as he did so, the hairs of his neatly trimmed beard were wiped entirely away, vanishing into thin air.

As he continued to scribble, his newly clean-shaven face grew pockmarked and yet more youthful and supple at the same time. His mustache, the only thing unaffected, began to recede into his upper lip, slowly shrinking back until it was just a dotting of stubble that suggested he’d been trying to grow one out but this was as far as he ever got. As if to compensate, his eyebrows thickened, darkening to a deep brown that better matched (but not entirely) his new hair color. He didn’t even notice the dark black strands hanging down over his eyes anymore, or the careful flick of his head that he gave periodically when he needed to concentrate.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

The warmth around his head eventually made him feel sleepy and dull, and he couldn’t stop yawning. So, after a couple more minutes, he sat back and looked at the perfect tagline he’d been working on, only to realize that he’d just been doodling little cartoons all around the edge of the page instead of actually focusing on work.

“Dude, get a grip,” he said out loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Dude? Since when did he say dude?

He decided to take a break, cool down, and grab a Perrier sparkling water. Returning from his fridge with the green bottle, he unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig. His tongue was suddenly awash with the taste of sugary battery acid, and he had to fight not to spit it out. What the…?

He looked down and saw that he had accidentally grabbed a bottle of Mountain Dew, not Perrier. He didn’t remember buying Mountain Dew, but maybe his nephew had left one behind when he had come to visit last? He thought about going back to the fridge to swap out the drinks, but it suddenly seemed so far away. And now that he knew what flavor to expect, the taste wasn’t all that bad, actually.

He took another swig of the soda, the sugary concoction lighting up his insides.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

His skin began to feel itchy. Was he having an allergic reaction to the soda? He lifted up the hem of his hoodie and scratched at his stomach. As he did so, he felt the light blonde hairs of his treasure trail wriggling back into their follicles, leaving him perfectly smooth. What the fuck?

Finally, the shock of what he had just felt pierced his newfound love for the hoodie and he ripped it off, along with the denim jacket. He rushed into the bathroom, arriving in front of the mirror just in time to see his sparse blonde chest hair receding back into his skin. He ripped off his chinos as well, panicking as he saw the hairs on his legs vanishing into thin air. He did a quick 360 and checked in his underwear, noting that the only hair that remained on his entire body was his pubic hair and armpit hair, both of which seemed thicker than usual and were quickly darkening to a deep brown as though they were in a time-lapse video.

He watched this happen in horror, but even with his hoodie off, his head still felt warm and sleepy. His senses felt dulled, and he struggled to think of what he could possibly do next. He began to breathe faster in his panic, his belly jiggling slightly as he did so. Breathe. Jiggle. Breathe. Jiggle. Breathe… Nothing.

As he watched, his soft tummy had begun to recede as well, revealing cobblestone abs like the tide pulling out over a rock formation. His doughy chest began to firm up as well, shrinking into a pair of lean pecs, his round nipples shrinking and popping out from their perches on the hardened mounds as soon as they were finished forming.

“Holy shit, dude, I’m ripped!” he said, letting the slang tumble breezily out of his mouth without a second thought while he rubbed his abs with both hands. The ridges of his stomach made his fingers tingle and his arms shrank, lean muscles emerging from the surface while his legs followed suit, the thighs shrinking into the perfect fit for skinny jeans - where had that thought come from? - while his calf muscles rippled and stretched, their new bulging shape accentuated by his hairless, pale skin.

Whirrrrrrr-THUD

Todd felt the noise from the alley reverberate around his head. It sounded like someone out there must have fucked up a crooked grind real bad. ‘Gnarly,’ he thought, imagining how much pain they must be in. His mental image grew more and more clear and vivid. Somebody falling onto the asphalt on their elbows.

He felt a slash of pain across his elbows and held them up, seeing red in the mirror before it faded into a pair of scarred, scabbed patches that he felt like had always been there. He returned to his reverie. Somebody skinning their knee after narrowly avoiding hitting a tree. Another slash of pain and the skin on his knee suddenly looked knobbly, like it was still healing.

As potent mental images flitted one by one through his brain, scars and scrapes began to dot his body. Slash, slash. Two more long scars on the left knee. Slash. A long red scrape along his right pec that looked dope as hell. Slam. His palms became pockmarked and gravel-scraped.

Not even noticing the pain anymore as his skin toughened and ever-so-slightly tanned, he stood up straight to his full height, admiring the effect of his newfound musculature. He was too busy trying (and failing) to pop his skinny pecs to notice that his “full height” was a couple inches shorter than it used to be.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

The sound of the skaters outside brought him back to the present. Wasn't he supposed to be doing something, other than checking himself out in the mirror? He got dressed, throwing his hoodie and jacket back on. He could have sworn he’d been wearing a different pair of pants earlier, but all he found crumpled on the bathroom floor was his favorite pair of joggers. Oh well, he threw them on too.

He was halfway out the door when he remembered he was supposed to be doing something at home. Where the hell did he think he was going? He shook his head, trying to remember. He still felt sleepy and slow, his thoughts inching along as he tried to remember what he was supposed to be doing.

He reached into his pocket for his vape pen and realized he’d left it on his desk. His desk! That’s what he was doing! He was still on the clock! He needed to work!

He wandered over to his desk, took a drag from the vape, and stared in consternation at the notepad in front of him.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

He knew he was supposed to care about this dumb shit about cat food or whatever, but he really wasn’t feeling it. Something in the back of his mind told him that he’d get money if he finished it though, so he decided to give it a shot. He sat back in his chair and found himself falling, the chair’s seat vanishing beneath him. Before he hit the ground, however, he was caught with a soft flump in a squishy, slick mound.

He looked down and saw that he was in a beanbag chair. Something was wrong here. He could feel his brain slowly whirring. Was it the chair? No, it’s the one he’d brought from home when he moved in. He saw his initials carved crudely into the fabric on his right side.

What was wrong, then? Was it his desk? No, he didn’t have a desk, did he? He looked up and saw his entertainment unit in front of him, his XBOX still glowing green because he’d forgotten to turn it off earlier. No, all that looked normal.

So what was wrong? Was it the fact that he was worrying about money?

Whirrrrrrr-thud

His parents paid for whatever shit he wanted as long as he kept his community college grades up, so there was no need to worry.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

No need to worry at all, really. About anything. Or think, even. He barely ever went to class. He just wanted to hang with his friends at the skate park. But as long as he flirted with his professors the right way, he passed with flying colors. He was a studied flirt, even if he wasn’t a studied anything else.

Anyway, his parents would let him drop out once he proved he could make money as an X Games champion. He rubbed his dick through his joggers, not noticing as it plumped up a few extra inches while he fantasized about all the tail he’d get once he was a skateboarding champion with endorsement deals and shit.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

No, he had all the money he needed. He just wished he was 21 already, so he could buy weed for himself at the dispensary. Then everything would be perfect. Just two more years, he reminded himself. He could survive on stealing shit from his older brother's stash at home until then.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

Todd leaned back in the beanbag and reveled in that sound. His favorite sound. He loved it so much. He never wanted to stop hearing it. With his eyes closed, he didn’t notice the rest of the room change around him. The tasteful Pier One art being swapped out for posters of busty babes and retro Tony Hawk video games sloppily scotch taped onto the walls. The cream-colored couch he’d saved up for was now scuffed, stained orange in patches from crushed Cheeto dust, and stank of weed.

The wall that formerly held potted plants was now devoted to a rack of the sickest custom boards anyone had ever seen. Not that he’d made any of them, he didn’t have time for that shit. He just paid other people to bring his dope-ass ideas to life.

Whirrrrrrr-THUD

Todd was rubbing his dick absent-mindedly again and came in his underwear. Fuck. He hadn’t prematurely ejaculated in months, now. As he changed his underwear, leaving the cum-drenched boxers on the floor by the beanbag, he worried about doing that in front of a babe he wanted to score.

He needn’t have worried. Todd didn’t know it, but he would never have worries again. Inside that underwear, which would remain on the floor forgotten for the next two weeks, contained the last vestiges of his previous life, expelled through pure pleasure at the life he got to live now. What he left behind was a person he would never remember and who he would shudder to think had even existed in the first place.

No, he was destined for a dope life. In a clean pair of underwear and his favorite kicks, he wandered his way into the back alley, watching his friends Tate and Landon practicing tricks while offering them tips and taking a hit off his vape. The grind was over for Todd now, though that word already meant something entirely different to him at this point.

Whirrrrrrr-thud

#skater #TF

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iliterallydecepticanteven · 4 months

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Everyone seeing a blonde girl getting cast for Sonic 3 and getting hype to watch her get shot:

#ngl this was me too #rip maria you would've loved tony hawk pro skater 2 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic 3 #maria robotnik #not tf

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hulktf · 1 year

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When Ryan looked back at Jason, he was shocked to see his friend had completely changed within moments. The casual skater had grown muscle and experienced his first Hulk out. While the Hulk in the passenger seat was still recognizable, he had gotten bigger. His arms were especially huge, having burst through his sleeves, making his shirt resemble more of a tanktop of sorts. The gamma radiation seeping through his veins had changed both his body chemistry and his brain chemistry. However, instead of immediately and instinctually smashing through the car like some mindless monster, a smirk crept across Jason's face.

Jason, with a stern confidence in his eyes, posed and flexed for Ryan. "Like my new look bro?"

#hulk #muscle #male muscle #jock tf #hulk tf #hulkout #hulk out #jockification #skater to jock #nerd to jock #male muscle growth

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idesofrevolution · 1 year

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Tranquility

The following is the final transcript from Dr. Harold Ferrier in Trial 151 of the Tranquility Experiment. No further trials were conducted. This document is classified, destroy after reading.

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DAY 1 - 10:25 AM

Dr. Ferrier: “Alright. Subject 151, government name is Logan Marquette. Subject is 47 years of age, height of 5’2, weighing in at just over 253 pounds. Acquired from official test subject pool in Louisiana. According to intake documentation, the subject suffers from acute social anxiety, body dysmorphia, erectile dysfunction, and low testosterone. Upon introduction, Mr. Marquette expressed mild reservations in partaking in the experiment, but had signed the agreement. He now understands his legal obligation. How are we doing today, Mr. Marquette?”

P151: “When are we going to start the experiment, doctor? It won’t take long, will it?”

DF: “No, Mr. Marquette. This is going to be a quick and painless observational study. We are studying the effects of cannabis on musical creativity. Thus, as outlined in the experiment summary, we are going to to administer the stimulus in smoke form.”

P151: “Okay. Fine. I haven’t smoked anything since my college years. That wont be a problem, will it?”

DF: “No, sir. If anything that is precisely what we are looking for in a subject. Now, the cannabis is in an ashtray on the coffee table there. Please go ahead and ignite and inhale. Finish it in its entirety, and document your sensations as they occur in the questionnaire. We will see how day one goes. If you need any assistance, I will be right behind that partition.”

P151: “Wait, day one? Is this a long term commitment?”

DF: “I will bring in a copy of the agreement you signed for you to look over. Now please, let us begin.”

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10:57 AM

DF: “I have exited the testing chamber, and left the subject to his own devices. Moderate apprehension is clear in the subjects demeanor, however, should any defiance arise, restraints will be employed and the experiment will proceed as planned.

Upon the first inhalation of strain XTQ, subject immediately shows signs of relaxation and euphoria. Logan here has reclined in the the sofa, and is slowly inhaling the drug. No signs of physical metamorphosis have materialized at this time. However, he is seemingly increasing his intake at a rapid pace. As noted in trial 112, the speed in which inhalation occurs has a strong effect on the overall changes. Consequently, for this trial, we have significantly increased the dosage and concentration of strain XTQ to observe any potential differentiation on bodily form and function. The next entry in this observational log will occur tonight at 1900 hours.”

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7:00 PM

DF: “Good evening, Logan. How are we feeling?”

P151: “I’m doing fine, Dr. Ferrier… just fine.”

DF: “Subject exhibits decreased pace of communication and muscle movement. Have you filled out today’s questionnaire?”

P151: “Oh fuck, I forgot. I’ll get to it. I just got lost for a minute there.”

DF: “Please make sure you do, Logan. Wait, what’s this?”

P151: “What’s what? Hahah!”

DF: “First sign of physical morphology has occurred. Subject seems to have developed changes in the right arm extremities. Marginal increase in the scale of the hands and fingers, while subsequent loss in adipose tissue is evident. Logan, have you always had these tattoos?”

P151: “What? Oh wow… I don’t remember getting those… that’s… that’s weird. They look kinda cool though.”

DF: “Indeed they do. Now, Im going to go ahead and photograph this for documentation, okay Logan?”

P151: “Yeah, sure man. Do what you have to do.”

DF: “Alright, excellent. Now. Go ahead and start getting settled for the night. There’s a bed by the window over there with some sheets and a few pillows. You let the nurses know if you have any feelings of discomfort or pain during the evening. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on your progress.”

P151: “Yeah, sounds good. I’m feeling a little tired anyway. I’ll get some shut eye.”

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9:00 PM

DF: “We are coming to a close on day one. Subject has finished their questionnaire much later than anticipated. He has expressed senses of euphoria, tingling in the limbs, and substantial sedative effects. Observations seemingly confirm this.

I am astounded at the record increase in transformative pacing. Within just two hours of the last entry, the subject has lost nearly half of body mass. Significantly increased perspiration seems to correlate with the loss of liquids in the body, though this does not explain the further loss of adipose tissue across all portions of the body. Further, the impossible manifestation of subdermal ink is both concerning and intriguing. As ink is not a biological compound, I am perplexed by its sudden appearance on his right arm. Further, upon second observation, the ink seems to have spread further up the arm onto his shoulders and neck. Potential skin sample may be taken at a later date for analysis.”

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Day 2 - 8:45 AM

DF: “This… this is day two of Trial 151… The physics changes… they’re… impossible. A light scent of perspiration… of sweat, has lingered in the air, and the air is noticeably more humid. Will adjust environmental parameters as needed.

Uh, Logan… how… how are you feeling?”

P151: “Morning, doc. Slept like a rock last night. You wouldn’t happen to have any more of that stuff from yesterday would you?”

DF: “I do, Logan. You will get your second dosage in just a moment. But, I have to ask… do you… notice anything different? Physically?”

P151: “Huh, nah not really. I feel pretty great if I’m honest!”

DF: “Have you… looked in the mirror this morning? There is one in the corner?”

P151: “Of course I did! Sometimes I can��t look away, you know what I mean?”

DF: “You don’t notice anything strange? Nothing off compared to yesterday?”

P151: “Nope. So can we get started? I had the dopest dream last night and I wanna write down a few riffs. I bet that stuff could help me out, ya feel?”

DF: “I will have the nurse bring in your dosage for today. Just… just be sure to write down your own observations for today, okay? It’s very important.”

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9:00 AM

DF: “Subject has… changed almost entirely over the course of the night. He has lost further weight, according to our measurements today. He now sits at 191 pounds. That’s 62 pounds of weight loss in a single night. The ink has spread across his entire body. Designs seem not to follow any geometric or biological pattern. This is impossible…

Uhm, he has also seemed to have… reversed his aging process. His heart rate is more stable, his cholesterol is completely healthy, skin elasticity seems to be on par with a man ten years his junior. Hair growth has also been stimulated both cranially and across the legs and feet. It also seems his body temperature has steadily increased, and his perspiration has stayed in tandem.

I must speak to Dr. Irving about the continuation of this trial. The second dosage has already been administered, but I have serious ethical qualms after witnessing these changes.”

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1:59 PM:

DF: “Logan?”

P151: “Ayyyy Doc! Come over here, I gotta show you this sick fuckin tear-ass solo I wrote.”

DF: “Perhaps later, Logan… I have a few questions to ask you… Ugh… have the nurses not brought you to the showers yet?”

P151: “Haha, they’ve brought me already, man. Can’t get rid of the funk! Sorry ‘bout it if it bothers ya. I kinda like it.”

DF: “No… no, it doesn’t bother me. But if you wouldn’t mind pulling your pants up, I’d appreciate it. Logan, have you filled out your questionnaire?”

P151: “For sure, dude. It’s over on the table over there by the bed.”

DF: “I see… I couldn’t help but notice the stains on your sheets… or your underwear there.”

P151: “Hahah, I mean you know how it goes, doc. A guys gotta let some tension out every now and again. I’m sure y’all have been watching, hope you enjoyed the show.”

DF: “Logan, I actually need to talk to you about that… I am going to ask you to refrain from your… flirtatious remarks with our staff. It is distracting the nurses and research assistants.”

P151: “Can’t make any promises, bruh. But I’ll do my best. Just for you, doc.”

DF: “Alright. Please don’t wink at me, Mr. Marquette. We need to keep this a professional environment. Now, are you feeling anything different?”

P151: “Man, I can’t believe you say I came in here all shook up and stressed out all the time. This shit you been givin’ me has been working man! I feel fuckin’ great!”

DF: “That’s… that’s great, Logan. Now, the lead researcher on our team has decided… against doubts, that we should increase your dosage. I’m legally obligated to ask for your consent on this matter, but I have to tell you, Logan. I have grave concerns…”

P151: “Ayyy, chill out, doc. I’m on board with that! I might need to grab a few grams of this when I head out, haha!”

DF: “We’ll see. I need to take another photograph, just keep writing your music, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow to do another checkin.”

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9:32 PM

DF: “Dr. Irving has denied my request to stop the experiment, despite everything I have showed her. The subject is unrecognizable from the man who entered the room yesterday morning. Nearly every physical metric of his body has been changed somehow. We are unsure if it is truly the work of strain XTQ, but I am certain of the closed nature of our experiment and the lack of extraneous factors interfering with the results.

The subject has developed a nearly insatiable libido, masturbating four times between the last check in and now. Staff has also been subjected to numerous sexual advances, both male and female, which we immediately and directly intervened. There were no signs of aggression during these encounters, as nursing staff reported feeling strongly persuaded by what they called his ‘charm.’ We suspect that heavy pheromone production in his sebaceous glands is partly to blame, as six out of seven staff members directly referenced an ‘irresistible musk’ emanating from him.

He is nearly half the age he was when he arrived. I cannot make sense of these developments, and am anxious to proceed with the experiment as outlined in Dr. Irving’s plan. A second dosage was administered today, which seems to have only further increased his euphoric demeanor and shift in personality. On his questionnaire, he’s developed deep seeded interests in subjects he’s never before attempted. He’s mentioned his favorite pastimes are skateboarding, playing guitar, writing music, and… in more appropriate terms, organizing polyamorous activities.

I am unsure as to how much longer we can ethically work on this project. The complete overwrite of one’s persona is too far a risk for the general population.”

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Day 3: 10:12 AM

DF: “Good morning, Loga… oh… oh my god.”

P151: “Whassup, doc. Happy to see me? Hah!”

DF: “Logan… I can’t continue with this project. Look at you! You’re over six feet tall. Your face is completely different. Your hair color is different, your eye color is different, your feet barely fit in those socks anymore!”

P151: “Hahah, you checkin me out, doc? You like what you see?”

DF: “Put your arms down, Logan. Stop flexing and listen to me. We need to stop these trials. You have become someone entirely contrary from who you were when you came here. I mean you look 27 years old for god’s sake!”

P151: “Babe, calm the fuck down. Let’s say I am different from when I walked in. You said I was all fucked up. Anxious, stressed, unhealthy, tired… isn’t this so much better than before?”

DF: “I…”

P151: “Why the fuck would I wanna go back to that, babe? I’m havin the time of my fuckin’ life. Bangin’ all the hourlies, smoking the good shit, jamming out, writing my good fuckin music. Dude, I’m as good as it can get!”

DF: “No, wait! Logan, give me the recorder back. Wait! Don’t touch me! Mmmph!!”

P151: “There, on your knees, babe. You need to chill the fuck out. Put your face on my bulge, man. Sniff it. Let it all in. You remember Matty the nurse, right doc? Yeah I bet you remember his tight sexy ass. Right after we plowed eachother all last night he slipped me another one of your j’s. I think it’s about time you took some of your own medicine, babe.”

DF: “Logan! Ugh… please… it smells so… buttery. And… salty… and musky…”

P151: “Here, doc. This one is for you. It’s already rollin’. There ya go. Just breathe it in. Just like that. Yeahhhh. See, man? It feels so fuckin’ good right?”

DF: “I… yeah. It does… I… I want…”

P151: “Take ‘em off. He’s dripping and waiting for that mouth of yours. Ahhh fuck.”

DF: *slurp* *slurp* *gag*

P151: “Fuuuuuuuuck babe. Yeahhhhh. You’re a fuckin keeper, babe. Here, lemme just snap a lil something for later. Ugh, fuck that tongue is good.”

P151: “Fuck yeah babe. We gon get you stoned as fuck. You’ll end up like me. Free, sexy, chill… we can hang, and jam, and fuck, and skate, and shred… ohhh fuck. Yeah, babe. This is gonna be fuckin’ sick.”

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Day 9: 11:59 AM

Dr. Irving: “It is now day nine of trial 151 of strain XTQ. I am meeting with Dr. Ferrier on his lack of updates since day 3. I’m not pleased with his insubordination since that day. I am worried he has shut down the experiment prematurely. He is even now late to the meeting.”

*door opens*

DF: “Yo, Jenny! How’s it going?”

DI: “Uhm, Im sorry, who are you? How did you get in here? Dressed like that? Where is your shirt?

DF: “Hah, it’s me! Harry! I know you haven’t forgotten me!”

DI: “Harold? Harold Ferrier?”

DF: “You know it! What did you wanna see me about, boss lady?”

DI: “What on earth are you talking about? You’re not Harold Ferrier.”

DF: “You’re tripping, Jenny. And ya didn’t even share, what the fuck? Hah! Ayyy, Logan! Come meet Jenny!”

DI: “Who… wait… no. The subject… you can’t be…”

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END OF RECORDING.

Last known photo of Dr. Harold Ferrier. Must be located and contained with Subject 151 at all costs.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #jockification #musk #musky #gay transformation #stoner transformation #stoner #boyfriends #male tf #skater transformation

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rakurairagnarok · 2 years

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Hattricked

This story is heavily, and I mean HEAVILY, inspired by @idesofrevolution so if you like this story I suggest you check out his blog. Enjoy!!!

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The hot pre summer sun beams down on the campus park roads. Dan and Mark slaunter through the dry heat, staring down at the concrete tiles.

“I'm never gonna make it.” Dan mumbles.

“No don’t say that. You’re my emotional support roomie!” Mark grabs Dans arm and shakes him about.

“No way Mark, I have 3 essays, 2 reports and that massive World History test left…There’s 2 weeks left in the year!”

Dan lets go of his friends arm and begrudgingly reminds himself of his similar predicament. While they weren’t in any way slow students, the amount of work caught up to them and slammed both of them onto the ground. The final weeks of the year were always hectic but the boys had never had this much of a workload.

“Fuck!” Dan looks at his friend

“You can say that again.”

Mark state up to the sky. “I would give so much to just be able to relax man…”

As they turn the corner something catches their eye.

There, hanging of one of the benches is a ragged, dirty, old backpack is one at that, but noone in sight to which it could belong to

Dan walks over and picks it up. “Do you recognize this?” he asks.

“Nope.. can’t say I do” Mark replies. “Maybe there’s a student ID in there?”

Dan nods and opens the bag. Instead of books or a laptop instead all he sees are two beanies and some junk. He grabs the beanies and tosses them over his shoulder.

Mark grabs the black beanie of the ground and runs the fabric through his fingers. Its really soft, warm and it smells kind of nice. Mark stares at the hat in his hands and slowly raises it to his face.

' Its way to hot for a beanie,' he thinks to himself, 'but it does feel really good.'

He presses the fabric against his nose and takes a sniff.

"Hmmm" Mark softly moans, his mind crashing to a halt.

With no more inhibitions, Mark puts on the beanie and his mind goes completely blank. He looks at the other beanie on the ground and slowly picks it up.

Meanwhile, Dan is still looking through the bag.

“I can’t seem to find anything here man. Do you see a wallet anywhere?” Dan ask as he opens another part of the bag.

Mark stays silent.

“Dude you with m..Mark…?”

As Dan turns around he sees Mark standing behind him. On his head is a black beanie, one of the two that were inside the bag. Marks eyes are glazed over with a grin plastered onto his face.

“Mark, are you okay?”

Mark slowly nods and looks down at his hands, which are holding the other beanie. He then looks back up to Dan and his grin widens a bit. Dan shivers the grin giving him the creeps.

Mark does a step forward slowly raising the beanie up.

“Mark, youre creeping me out man…’ Dan says as he slowly takes a step forward.

Mark then takes two big steps forward and rams the hat straight down onto jis buddies head.

“Yo man what the fuuuuohhhhhh” Dan was about to cuss his friend out but the moment the soft fabric is wrapped around his head a warm, fuzzy feeling spreads all over his body. His arms drop beside his body and his eyes glaze over much in the same way that Marks did.

Completely in sync the boys turn around and start to head into town. Not a single word is said, but they know where they need to go.

After about 10 minutes of walking they head into an alleyway , at the end of which is a small second hand clothing store. The boys head inside. Once inside the boys slowly gain back their sense of self.

The first thing they notice was the smell. The whole store smells like a heavily used locker room, with a tang of weed. Slightly confused they look around and see a big guy sitting behind the counter. His strong intense eyes drilling into the boys' heads. He takes a hit from a blunt in between his fingers and leans back into his chair.

"Hey guys, whats up" the mans deep baritone rumbles through the small space.

"We uhmm…" Dan stammers

"We just came to look around." Mark interjects.

"Ahh.. I see you guys found the beanies." The man smirks and beckons the roommates over. "In here, I have just the thing" he says pointing towards a singular fitting room.

Without much say in the matter the boys move towards the fitting room, both going inside as the man closes the curtain behind them. The boys, pressed together, look eachother in the eyes and just stare.

Dan raises his hand and puts it on Marks chest. Without breaking eye contact Mark puts his hand on his roommates cheek.

"Whats happening to us" whispers Dan.

"I have no idea" Mark responds softly. He strokes his friends cheek with his thumb as he feels his heartbeat rise.

Dan softly squeezes his friends chest as he starts to feel really warm.

"Your eyes are… really pretty" Mark suddenly whispers. He moves even closer to Dan, until both guys can feel the others breath on their skin.

Dan gulps, his throat is dry, hes sweating and he can feel his heart beating in his throat. Lookin at Mark he cant help but admit, his friend also looks amazing. This weird warm feeling in his chest everytime their eyes meet, is completely new.

"You're also… really …" Dan tries to talk but suddenly his friend presses his lips against his and pushes him against the wall. Dan gasps , but slowly starts to run his hands across his roommates chest.

Outside the fitting room the owner snickers and tosses two sets of worn down, torn, sweaty and smelly clothes over the curtain.

The clothes slowly make their decent towards the two partners, their own clothes seemingly slipping of in their sweaty, sloppy exchange.

As their own clothes fall to the ground, the stall heats up even more. The boys bodies start to glisten with sweat. Dans small belly slowly starts to sink into his body. His flat stomach quickly making use of the lost fat by turning it into hard earned muscle as a tight row of abs pops into existence. His arms slim down, turning his flubby arms into lean muscular logs. His legs tone down, while his ass firms up slightly giving him some perky cheeks.

Mark experiences the opposite. His skinny body filling out with muscle. His chest fills Dans hands more and more, while his ass starts to jiggle with every breath he takes.

The boys underwear tries to keep up but before long it disintegrates into nothingness, as a strong cheesy musk whafts into the air. They boys growing bushes both hold an even bigger surprise, their small clean dicks are being turned into monsters both in size and smell. Dan cant hold it and runs his hand down to his partners rod, the strong smell making his own twitch and leak.

The clothes finally wrap around the boys bodies, as the finishing touches set in. Marks jaw fills out with a chin strap beard as Dans skin starts to take on a slight tan. His hair also turns from straight dirty blonde, to curly black.

A pair of moist, sweaty vans slide onto their feet. The slightly squishy sole releasing even more stank into the stall, as their small feet grow into big behemoths, with a stench to smell from the other side of the room.

The two boys let go and stare into eachothers eyes.

"Fuck that … was intense" Mark says. He rubs his throat, his voice now an octave or two deeper.

"Yeah that was insane…" Dan replies with a similar voice.

The curtain gets pulled open and the shop keeper looks at the boys with a content grin. The boyfriends look at eachother and then at the big man standing infront of them.

"Goddayum… you guys look amazing." He says. He takes a step forward and both his hands disappear into the boys' pants. He grabs their dicks and runs his thumb over both their heads, before pulling his arms back and sticking his thumbs into his mouth.

"Fuckkk and you taste soooo good." He grins and raises his arms above his head. " You boys deserve a reward… come to Daddy'

The sweet sour smell that hung in the store gets amplified and Dan and Mark just stare at the sweaty and hairy pits of the man. With no hasitation they dive in and begin endulge themselves in the sweaty prison. Each drop they swallow their worries die down. Each lick slowing down their brains. Each sniff filling their deadbeat brains with new words, skills and memories.

Dane and Mike slowly back away from their boyfriends pits and grin. "Fucking hell Alejandro… you fucking beast…" Mike yells as he walks over to the counter and drops into the chair. He grabs the unfinished blunt and takes a hit.

Dane walks over and sits on his other boyfriends lap and presses his lips onto his, which resorts in Mike softly blowing the smoke right into his lovers mouth.

"I fucking love you bro…" Mike whispers.

"I love you to babe… " Dan smiles and kisses him again.

Alejandro grins and walks to the back of the store. "You two close up. Get upstairs quick though…I'd like to continue what we started."

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They came out of nowhere, but they are a common sight nowadays. Dane and Mike like to skate through the streets, only stopping for food, drinks, joints and sloppy kisses.

#musk #clothing tf #skater #stoner #gay tf #feet #transformation #male tf #rakurai

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I have to know: are cowboy, rollerskating and wandering musician in some kind of trio together? you cant just list those three things like this, its too close to a walks into the bar joke!

LMAO unfortunately they weren’t even intended on ever meeting!!! they were the first three sonic ocs i ever made which was like only in may, n that was before i suddenly got obsessed with makin’ the sol dimension ocs. so now i just have three random-ass ocs that have no connection to anything

now i wish they were a trio tho sjfjwjfje the roller-skater n wandering musician would probably get along ‘cause they’re both just there to have a good time n can’t fight, but the cowboy isn’t a fan of kids n they fight bad guys/whoever they get paid to fight for a living, so they’d probably hate the other two lmaodjsjf

#thank you sm for asking about them wjfjsjfjs #also i just realised i accidentally made two of my three completely og ocs like shadow #the roller-skater doesn’t know shadow’s background n just meets him one day n is like ‘we’re skating buddies!!’#n shadow’s like ‘no tf we’re not’ but she doesn’t listen #aNd the wandering musician has a crush on shadow but i’m pretty sure shadow would NOT like him #the crush on shadow isn’t as big a part of the musician’s character as the roller-skater’s ‘friendship’ with shadow is #i didn’t intend on him having a crush on shadow it just happened n i feel bad a lil ‘cause he’s a silly guy that plays instruments #n i’m pretty sure shadow would not like a silly lil musician #oK enough rambling #sonic oc #sonic ocs

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tomboyyyaoi · 3 months

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ive said this b4 but the queer community i need (weird furry girls who dont shave and are so horny and have a deep relationship with midwest emo) is not the queer community i have (fashion girlie lesbians, emo gym boys, glam queers who go to the club, fairly adjusted individuals)

#again i love my friends and i love having the privilege of being around a queer community at all #i cannot overstate how much i love my friends I will lay down my life for them #but they. sometimes they are too normal and make even me feel like a fucked up mutt #where tf are my girlies who physically cannot see izumi konata without going 'omg meeee'#where are my girlies who are hairy and fat and dress like skater boys #how do losergirls even meet eachother? by roleplaying as puppys online?#kms

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mr-haitch-but-lewd · 2 years

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Maybe a doubled-up dumb skater tf for Quinn and Jessie?

#malesub #hypnosis #mind control #brainwashing #skater tf

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ocapmycap · 1 year

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so i had this idea where like, after mike and max become friends she teaches mike some tricks on a skateboard and … the thought wouldn’t leave my brain so here is my quick sketch so it wouldn’t consume me <3

#mike wheeler #Mike on a skateboard #Skater Mike #I keep wanting to say Mike on a bike but #this is not a bike #it is a skateboard #byler #cause you guys get it #and the colors were intentional #this is only my second sketch on procreate #please help me #my pencil died before I could finish so I did it without #will would pass tf out #it is ok so would I #I may have done this because I like skating and I see myself in Mike shhhh

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pinkspiraling · 1 year

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this is the album i’m listening to today bc it hypes me up and i’m having a good dayyyy!

#one time i saw a post about oliver tree being for teenage skater boys who think they’re cool #and i was like oh….but now idc maybe i AM a teenage skater boy who thinks he’s cool who tf cares #pink’s playlist #Spotify

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starlooove · 2 years

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I think Virgil, Duke, and Tim would actually be a hilarious trio

#they’re all nerds but they’re not losers and I think that’s funny #except or Tim according to literally three ppl #two of them are Duke and Virgil #the third is Jason #anyways #tim and Virgil being math brained and Duke being an English nerd #they bully him so hard #like LMAOOO yeah Ofc u think there’s themes and reasons behind the curtains being blue 😹😹😹#Very big fan of Virgil roller skating #so he And tim are skater bros and Duke has his motorcycle #and badicslly that scene between Harley and huntress in birds of prey with Duke and Virgil #Virgil and Duke side eyeing the hell outta Tim as he attempts to explain the no metas rule to Akon #Virgil bullying Tim and Duke for having curfews #like lmaooo u have a mentor?? LOSERS #they’re both very concerned for him tho he’s literally holding up his city by himself #‘nah i have Richie 😄’#cue them sideyeing tf outta him #and listen Imma blasian Tim truther #but Tim cant do his own hair for shit #Duke got a fade for practicality but he doesn’t wanna grow it out #case in point Virgil’s the useful one he takes care of it for them #Omg and don’t get me started on the Fox family #thats a whole other post waiting to happen #Virgil teaching Duke how to do hair #Duke doing Tiffany’s hair #Virgil not having a mentor #Luke deciding to teach him a few things #love them tbh

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idesofrevolution · 2 years

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Whatever Happened to Eddie Ray

There he is. The target. The prey. Damn, I feel like a creepy lil stalker, but I swear, this is what I’ve been planning for months, and I need this. I need this to feel normal. To get what I want.

See, I got a brother. A sexy, studly, badass big brother named Josiah. And as his little sister, of only a year I might add, I have always looked up to him. Josiah and I were always close. He would go out onto the driveway and show me his super cool skateboarding tricks, and i’d sit out on the front steps cheering him on. That was the way it was.

That is until Eddie came along. I mean, yeah. He was super nice to me, and we could be classified as “friends,’ I guess. But here’s the catch: he stole Josiah. Instead of me cheering him from the porch, Josiah was at the skatepark with Eddie. Instead of coming and playing N64 in the living room, he was at Eddie’s place smoking the weeds. And all the entire time, I was never allowed to come with! I mean, he’s 23 and I’m 22. So it’s not like I’m the annoying lil dweeb. This weird bromance blossomed, and I lost my brother to it. But, I’m gonna get him back. I have a plan.

I spent around 5 hours last night at the Sunnmore University library studying occultist books. I was looking for some curse to cast onto Eddie, when I found one better than some lousy curse.

He left his economics class, which he was failing I’m sure, at around 5:30. I followed him from the business school to his dealer’s house, and now onward to the “skatepark.” What I mean by “skatepark” is this old vacant lot that used to have an inground pool, so there’s this giant cement hole in the ground where the “tough” skaters go to inject marijuana or something. I see Eddie and Josiah there, with two really weird looking cigarettes, just smoking and talking. I know that they aren’t gonna skate tonight, since they had already done so at lunch. I also know that Eddie keeps his special skate shoes in that massive backpack of his, and that’s just what I need.

I creep ever so slowly to this bramble bush near them, and watch quietly as they smoke. The backpack is so close, but I don’t want them to see me, and I really don’t want to spook them: Josiah carries a gun, and I’m not feeling getting shot tonight. I decide to wait until the right moment arrives. But, it seems like that moment is now! Two of their friends just showed up, and they left there stuff on the edge of the “pool” to go meet them. Perfect.

I’m like a ninja. I run over to the backpack and start rummaging as soon as I hear them talking. There isn’t enough time to waste. I’m pushing past books and sweatpants and some sticky green plant, when I feel them at the bottom. I grab them and tear out of there, hiding right behind the bushes.

Eddie is a tall guy, maybe around 6′2, so it makes sense that his shoes are gigantic too. Size 14? I’m a women’s size 9! This is so stupid! And, even worse, they stink to high hell! I know Eddie wears socks, so I don’t understand how these are that damp and sweaty! I guess after years, they just kind of gather fluid like a sponge. I don’t wanna even touch these nasty shoes, but as I look over at Josiah, laughing and smiling with his friends, I remember our good times together, when we smiled and laughed… Just do it.

I kick off my flats, and my left toe touches the blackened insole of the shoe. The squish I hear is absolutely visceral. It’s warm, wet, and sticky. I hold back my gag reflex as I push forward, letting my entire foot enter the steamy cavern of Eddie’s Vans, coming to rest on his disgusting insole. I let out a sigh of relief, which is quickly stifled. It was too loud! I whip around, and see Eddie and another guy casually turn around in my direction, but they quickly get back into their conversation.

I feel the heat and smell emanating from the shoes, completely enveloping my left foot. Decidedly determined, I take a huge breath, and immediately slide my foot into the right sneaker, and it’s even stickier and hotter than the first! He’s regular-positioned, so his right foot is always on the board. Always glued to it, letting all of his sweat pour from his body down into the shoe. Shivers run down my spine, as my foot sticks to the sole. I whip out the book, which I temporarily borrowed from the library reference section, and turn to the page. I fuddle my way through the weird incantations, mispronouncing every word. A twig breaks behind me, and I spin around to see Eddie, staring at me confusedly.

“Vicki? What are you doing here? Are those my shoes?” I stand up, confident in my stance.

“Where’s my brother?” I demand. Eddie crosses his arms and smirks at me, clearly amused by my compromising position.

“He went to go drop off Dwayne & Emmett. Whatchya doin’ with my kicks, Vick?”

“You stole my brother, Eddie! Fucking stole him!” I shout and point at him as he leans casually against the tree. Nothing is happening, which makes me even angrier. “You think you can take him from me? You think you own him?” Eddie begins to speak, but I look down at my feet, and am immediately shocked. Black tattoos begin to burn into my skin… Identical to Eddie’s. I feel my feet inflate, like water into a balloon, into the shoes; my toes meet the indents in his well worn insoles, and I know my spell has worked.

Whoa… Vicki… What the fuck.” Eddie falls off the tree onto his back, and I take the opportunity to jump atop him. He’s stunned. Shocked. Maybe even a bit scared. Nonetheless, he pushes me off, and tries to run toward the street… But the spell has already been cast. He trips over himself, falling every few feet, before he finally collapses onto the ground. I follow after, gleefully watching him writhe and spasm. He seems smaller by the time I reach him, his muscles are smaller, he’s shorter… It’s working just right.

“I promise I’ll take care of him. You know I will.” Eddie continues to disappear, being slowly absorbed into the clothes he donned. His big blue eyes screamed in mortal terror, but I can’t hear him as the last of him sinks into his cap.

I must be quick. I slip off the shoes quickly, not without strenuous effort (they are so fucking sticky), and pick up the socks. They’re hot off the foot. I look down at my… HIS feet, tattooed and glistening with sweat, and I slip on the socks. Immediately, my calves bubble and inflate, jiggling like a waterbed. I feel myself grow tall, and hairs spring out of my tight, manly calves. I strip out of my jeggings and throw on his off-white silk boxers. They drip with sweat, and stink of balls, but I’m too far into this to give up. A strange stirring whirs inside me, and a grumbling resonates from my stomach. Pressure builds, and I moan in ecstasy. I feel something sliding out of me, hard and long, certainly slippery. I hear a loud “pop” and look down to see a huge fucking cock sticking out of the opening in his sweaty boxers.

Jeans next, I’ll have plenty of time to play with my toy. His ripped and tattered skinny jeans are too wide for my waist, so I hold them up as my body plays catch up. My quads burst out in an instant, and my ass bubbles into a firm, muscular rump. I can take my hands off the lower body, and everything stays in place. There’s power under my tan, sweaty skin, energy I hadn’t experienced before. I feel my muscles tense up and flex. Slipping my shoes back on, they openly welcomed my damp feet back into their sticky home. From the waist down, I am one sexy man. But I had two more articles to go.

His black tank seems dry, and even at first smells like old spice. But it doesn’t take long for the pitsweat to waft out of his sweat stains. At this point, I’ve grown to accept that I’m a sweaty, smelly, sexy skater boy, and that it’s something to embrace, be proud of. Even show off… I throw on the shirt, and even take a second to rub the damp stains onto my pits. Butterflies gather in my stomach, and I feel rumbling, even pressure building inside my core. I lift the shirt up to see rippled abs expanding beneath my sunkissed skin, my lovehandles disappear and my breasts begin to sink back into me. Biceps and triceps surge with growth, and I begin to falter, unfamiliar with the sheer weight of my new body! I fall to my knees, my hands landing on the concrete. I watch with a psychotic grin from ear to ear as my fingers stretch and callous, and veins bulge from my forearms. I couldn't help but rip the shirt off and toss it to the side, letting my glistening sweaty muscles sparkle in the sunlight.

It’s time. Immediately, my hair recedes into my scalp and darkens, turning from blonde to a wavy deep brown. I feel my face go numb, and my sight starts to blur. I bring my hands to my face, feeling it shift and morph beneath my meaty fingers. My lips are unfamiliar to me, so plump and kissable. My brows furrow and thicken, sitting on my face like caterpillars. My vision comes back, and I look down at myself.

I am Eddie. I run my hands over my perfect muscles and flex my veiny biceps. I take a deep whiff of my manly musk wafting from my pits and my dripping ballsack. Speaking of which, I grasp my golfballs and thick cock, and moan. It’s so sensitive! I hear my deep voice, which takes me off guard…

“I… I’m Eddie Ray.” I smile at my velvety voice, and hear footsteps behind me.

“So…” I turn around to see my brot… My best friend. “What do you say we head home?” He has this strange look on his face, I can’t read it!! Suddenly, I feel a new sensation writhe through me, however, it’s nothing physical this time…

My head grows fuzzy, light, even… dumb… I’m forgetting… Who I am. No! I’m Vicki! I… I’m… I’m Vi… Eddie… What’s happening? I just… Everything is going dark… I’m… Fading! Stop… Wait… No…

“Hey, Eddie, you okay?” Josiah looks down at Eddie in the pool, who’s sitting there looking at the ground, wide eyed and confused. He jumps down and puts his hand on his friends shoulder. He’s shaking! “Yo! Man, what’s wrong!” Eddie jolts, as if he stuck his finger in an electrical socket, and looks up at his bro with the same dumb grin as normal.

“Aww nothin, man. Don’t worry about it. Lost myself a minute there. I’m all good now. You wanted to… head home?” Eddie slides his fingers into Josiah’s shorts, wrapping themselves around his throbbing cock. He smirks and grabs his friend’s wrist.

“Hey, wait til we get home. Then you can take it in the mouth.”

#male possession #male transformation #ftm transformation #skater transformation #musk #punkification #clothing tf #original #smelly feet #body transformation #gay transformation #male tf

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𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔

/ / In which lando norris runs secret fan pages for his champion figure skater girlfriend !! / / ✿

. . ҂ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smau, fluff

✎ ᝰ 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: changed up the posting layouts lol. i added more efforts here lol.

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yourinstagram montreal, you were amazing

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landonorris THAT'S MY 3x WDC GIRLFRIEND

yourinstagram you were the biggest since last olympics baby 💕

user1 imagine saying oh yeah y/n l/n, the figure skating prodigy and 2x olympic champ and 3x world champion? yeah she's my gf

landonorris never related to smth harder more than that

4Aqueen I SOBBED WHILE WATCHING THE WORLDS KNOWING THIS IS THE LAST MASTERS AND MARGARITA PERFORMANCE. MASTERS AND MARGARITA WILL BE MISSIED SO SO MUCH

yourinstagram omg lando sobbed too! he's not ready to see smth other than masters and margarita

landonorris LIES. FALSE ACCUSATIONS. IMO NTH WILL TOP MASTERS AND MARGARITA

yourinstagram babe you called thr program m&m for short because the name was too long for you

landonorris that was BEFORE i saw the program

user1 lando you lucky lucky guy

user2 skaters like her should be banned. she's so overscored because all she does is quads. there's not single speck of creativity in her program

4Aqueen it's so obvious that you have an emotional range of smaller than tea spoon, smaller than ronald weasley. if you cannot understand her programs then stfu. because my girl did 6 quads INCLUDING a quadaxel and the entire program had tons of creative work and artistry. go learn about emotions before commenting on her post while lazing on your couch.

user3 DAYUM BRO 💀

user4 lando norris might have competion now when it comes to being yn's biggest fan

user5 ronald weasley catching strays on insta? i thought i would never see this day 😭

user2 oh shit damn bro i take my words back 😭

4Aqueen AS YOU SHOULD

user2 BACK TF OFF 🤺🤺

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landonorris princess treatment only for ms. world champion

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yourinstagram ily sm <3

landonorris ilyt babe 🧡

oscarpiastri i am letting this slide only because you won a wdc

yourinstagram stop trying to steal my boyfriend 🤺🤺

user1 the amount of flowers?! i am sobbing

user2 lord it is me again

user3 ahhh the daily reminder to make out with my gun 😍😍

user4 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN

user5 girl don't you have a organic chem test tmr? 😃

user4 AND?!

user5 THEN GO TF AND STUDY INSTEAD OF BEING ON INSTA

user6 is the 15th floor fine?

user7 time to sleep on railway tracks tonight

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yourinstagram it's off snz baby, time to report to my wag duties

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landonorris it's more like i am your wag

oscarpiastri the word simp isn't enough for you

landonorris fuck off

oscarpiastri oh no mate you're down BAD

oscarpiastri more like horrendously

oscarpiastri oh no atrociously down bad

landonorris did you swallow a thesaurus?!

oscarpiastri look at you using big words like thesaurus

yourinstagram i taught him that word oscar

oscarpiastri ahh no wonder

landonorris KEEP MY GF'S NAME OUT OF FUCKING MOUTH 👹🤺

user1 god i love them sm

user2 the first lando photo?! 😭😭😭😭😭

mclaren always a pleasure to have you champ!

yourinstagram thank you for having me 🤗

oscarpiastri the pleasure was all lando's

landonorris you just hate happy couples

oscarpiastri i don't hate happy couples i hate couples who have no filter and shoves their relationship infront of everyone with their excessive pda

yourinstagram just admit it lily is not here so you're having lily withdrawals

oscarpiastri WHY WOULD YOU EXPOSE ME LIKE THAT 😭😭

user3 oscar have heard ✨️ things ✨️

francisca.cgomes ahhh so happy to see you back in the paddock <3

yourinstagram i missed you sm 🥺

ueer4 boo undeserving of her titles

4Aqueen oh yeah? if you think yn is undeserving so why don't you land 6 quads including a quad axel do candle spin and other complicated figure skating stuff and show us who's better

user5 4Aqueen never misses istg 💀