Would you rather tf others or be tf yourself?

I like the idea of things happening to me personally. I always try to put myself in the characters place in stories I read and write. It's kind of sad really but I'm very unhappy with how I look in reality, that becoming anyone/thing else would be a good thing.

Saw someone asking for a TF version of an erotic ‘Would You Rather’ game with their followers, so I decided to make one.

The Mansion On Newman Hill

James was exploring the creepy mansion that had been left empty for decades. It came with all the typical ghost stories and rumours of occultists practising dark rituals. But being an urban explorer most of the places James had been to had stories like that. When he got to the main hall the floor boards creaked and it smelt of old polish and dust. Sunlight shone through the windows making the room feel warm. James walked over to the window, looking out at the overgrown garden, imagining what this place would have looked like back in the day. The floor boards creaked again as he turned to explore more, however he was stopped by the most peculiar feeling in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach, feeling his hard abs through his shirt. The floor creaked again, but it was strange because James hadn't taken another step.

Suddenly all of his clothes disappeared and a pain shot across his shoulders. A powerful aching feeling that me him yell out in surprise and he tensed his shoulders creating a strong square frame. The pain wasn't going away, and the creaking sound now seemed to be coming from him. His shoulders slowly began to drop down his body. James was totally freaked out, he tried shrugging them up to get them to stay where they're supposed to be. It was no used His arms were receding down his body. Somehow he still had control of his arms, now level with his well defined top abdominal muscles, maybe the ridges were too defined. He was holding each misplaced arms trying to push them upwards, that's when he noticed his fingers, they were shrinking into his palms. Eventually all that was left of his hands were narrow little nubs and the ends of each arm. His arms were becoming a lot stiffer, but also straightening themselves vertically down. He watched as he toes began to pull back into his feet and his feet narrowing down also, making him loose his balance. He began to fall backwards but his arms had now stopped dropping down his body and had stopped at his hips. It was almost as if he was sitting down on a chair, knees bent with foot legs of the ground. Now with no way of being able to move, all he could do was scream out and watch as the flesh on his legs and arms began to become wooden, from the ground up his skin began to give of a shiny wooden look.

He then noticed that he also had wood, his cock was swelling up, the biggest erection he had ever had, however it wasn't pointing upwards, it was dead level with his thighs. James felt a pulling sensation and watched as his rock hard dick lengthened before his eyes, it was almost to his bent knees when it also began to grow in widths too. Eventually it grew to wide that was pressing against each of his transforming legs. No, not pressing against, fusing to, his transforming legs, until it looked like he was wearing a fleshy skirt. this soon began to follow suit by hardening and becoming polished and wooden. James was so horrified and distracted by what he had just watched happen to his once brilliant cock, he hadn't noticed that the indentations of where his beautiful abs and pecs once were had now pushed all the way through his body, leaving four vertical gaps and one horizontal gap in his body you could see straight through, and was already polished and wooden by the time he realised. A this point he was a human head on top of an old wooden chair.

His hair and beard began to pull back into his head and face. He could no longer scream out as his mouth had sealed shut at the back and was filling up from back to front until there was no mouth left of his face. His ears fused against his hairless head and they too seemed themselves. James was now left deaf and silent but could still see and feel his new wooden body creaking and little ridged details pushed out of the wood where his ankles and knees used to be. His head began to widen and he felt immense pressure as it began to squash inward. he made the mistake of closing his eyes to deal with the pressure and found he could not open them up again. As his head continued to flatten and widen, his nose stretched outwards until it was pulled flat against where he face used to be and turned, like the rest of him to polished wood.

To anyone else who entered the mansion on Newman Hill, they would see a lot of empty rooms apart from the main hall which had an old creepy chair by the window. The funny thing is James was still in the chair. He couldn't move, see, speak or anything he could do just 15 minutes ago. However he was still fully conscious and aware that he. will forever be a wooden chair. Maybe he should have paid attention to those ghost stories.

Brollercoaster 2.0

Beth was a solo thrill seeker as none of her friends nor family enjoyed theme parks or rollercoasters. Last week she travelled across country to a new park that had opened. She was so excited, loving rollercoasters as much as she did was great but the feeling you get right before the very first ride of a new coater was immense. Nothing quite beats the first ride. She had queued for quite some time, all the while watching the train rumble around the tracks, dropping, spinning, looping. She couldn't wait. Finally it was her turn to ride.

As she sat in the seat and pulled the harness down over her long blonde hair, she felt slightly uncomfortable, as if she was sitting on something. She fidgeted a little and this seemed to solve the issue. The harness was tight on the breasts, not helped by the ride attendants who pushed it down, checking it was secure. She didn't care all that much though, she was well acquainted with how these things were and knew she was about to have the time of her life. She watched the teenager at the desk give the thumbs up and push the button and off she went.

The track turned round the the right, down a little dip which propelled the train towards the chain-lift. The seats of the train rattled as it was lifted higher and higher. unbeknownst to Beth these vibrations were tensing her muscles, expanding them even. the restraints were already so tight that she didn't notice.

When the first drop came, her long blonde hair flailed in the wind behind her. However the flailing was becoming less and less and her hair pulled back into her scalp and grew shorter and turned a much darker shade. Beth could see the first of the loops approaching a braced herself for the thrill of it. the pressure of the incline pressed the harness against her chased even tighter than before. so much so that it felt as if her breasts had been pushed inward. this is in fact exactly what happened. By the time she was coming out of the loop her breasts had been pressed into firm, muscular pecks, and the harness was now feeling looser. Her legs had also grown longer and packed on muscle. Beth could have sworn there was more leg room before.

As the ride continues the uncomfortable feeling of sitting on something returned, this time she couldn't shift in her seat to resolve it. Going round a sharp bend she felt a squeezing and popping sensation between her legs as if she had a giant pimple down there. This was her new 8 inch cock breaking free and her two cum filled balls. Beth felt a wave of heat hit her after her new genitalia arrived. An almost orgasmic rush filled her as prickly hairs pushed though the skin on her chiselling face. the prickly hairs proceeded to grow down her arms and legs. But by this point she was enjoying the rush of the coaster and the rush of the transformation too much to care.

When the ride slowed down and re-entered the station. Beth stood up much broader and taller than before. A slight dizziness overcame her as she re-adjusted herself to her new form. After Exiting the ride she, now he, went to the bathroom to find a mirror. A mixture of shock, intrigue and horniness enveloped him. Though now she had to reinvent her life to suit this body.

Jacob felt a serious fear of missing out because he was studying at his desk while his Uni friends were out at a music festival. Music Muscle only does one weekend every year, and Jacob's favourite bands played today. However, the deadline for this assignment is Monday. He had always waited until the last minute due to partying. Also, he had to go to work this evening as he forgot to book it off. Jacob had to make a choice; either go to the festival and risk failing the course or stay and get it done. After some deliberation, he decided to stay and finish his work. He knew it was the right thing to do, even though it was difficult.

A few hours into working Jacob grew bored and mentally fatigued from continually reading through his research, makingfurther notes and writing his essay on how music has an effect on mental health. There were times when he wished he had already known all of this so he wouldn't have to worry about finishing the work and getting a proper job after he graduated and did not have to worry about it. Maybe it was the stress of the incoming deadline but he started to feel like the room was heating up. He was already in his work uniform so he could leave at the last minute, but decided he can to releave himself of the stripped tie. He brushed his wavey blonde hair with his hand, took a deep sigh and tried to regain focus. 

No, it was definitely way hotter in here than before, he began to sweat profusly, he removed his blue shirt and through it to the floor, as he did he felt an unfamiliar jiggle from his usually firm pecs. Maybe it was the way he was slouched over his work that made his pecs sag slightly, yes that must have been it. He poked at hem a few times thinking he'd had to hit the gym after work to get his puff back. as he poked at the he noticed dark wiry hairs pushing through the skin on his chest, covering the majority of his once firm pecs. It tickled as it thickened. He was taken aback by this sudden change in body hair growth. He scratched at it and felt it pull at his skin. He rushed to the bathroom to get a better look. Even though it was a sudden and random event, he had always wanted to be hairy, so in a way he welcomed the change. 

What wasnt welcome however, were the lines carving themselves into Jacobs face. Wrinkles as if he was closer in age tohis lecturers. Additionally, he noticed his youthful blonde hair was turning grey in places and his dark stuble was also turning grey in spots. Soon he had a fully grey hair and stubble. He felt like he was aging faster than normal. A searingpain came to his head, as if his brain was exploding. Jacob clenched his eyes shut because he felt as if his eyes my push out of there sockets. In reality knowledge of the very thing he was just researching flooded his mind. Full knowledge of the music industry and how music affects people in different ways including mental health and so much more than he realised went into what he was studying for. As the searing headache subsided he opened his eyes and realised that he had wished to himself that he already knew everything he was working towards. Someone or something must have heard that wish and granted it to him? His body was matching that of someone who already had this knowledge and the amount of time it takes to acquire it all is showing.

Suddenly Jacob's stomach started to rumble. Just like his once firm, now sagging pecs, his abs were giving way to a layer of fat. Pushing out as if he were exhaling exaggeratedly. The this layer of fat seems to travel acros his entire body making him bulkier and softer to touch. He put his aging hands on his new stomach lifting it up to feel the weight of it and letting it drop back down. His shoulders broadened with muscle and then weakened slightly with age. As his face filled out into a more mature man's face, he was now fully transformed into an older version of himself. He had easily lost 20 years of his life. But at least he knew what he was talking about now in his work. It was everything else he was going to struggle with adapting to. In addition to not having clothes that fit anymore, he didn't know anyone of his new age. Had no where to live.

You're Nicked

Leaving the house and heading to the gym, Samantha saw some commotion up the street. It looked like someone was trying to run and hide from the police, using people's gardens and cars to stealth their way down the street and sirensscreamed and officers on foot ran down the middle of the road. Seeing this Samantha decided to go the long way to the gym. She could jog and it'd become part of her workout. Her heart was pounding and she was glad she was wearing her activewear. She was determined to stay focused and reach the gym safely. 

About 5 minutes into her jog she became incredibly itchy, as if someone had filled her clothes with itching powder. She scratched her chest and gasped in shock. She stopped on the spot and looked down at her chest. She had grown chest hair, neatly trimmed chest hair. She screamed and cried out for help from anyone that could hear her. Zipping up her hoody she sprinted back towards her house. Her long hair receded into her head under her hood. She burst through the door, her face pale and sweaty. As she raced to the bathroom mirror, she saw that her jaw had become more angular and her eyes had become a deep shade of blue. She was no longer the same person she had been five minutes ago. She watched as dark stubble began to grow on her face, she tried to brush it off but nothing she did would remove her facial hair. She was terrified. She pulled her hood down revealing her shortened hair. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her entire head and face was that of a man. She felt pressure in her chest. She unzipped her hood and opened it up and watched as her already quite small breasts shrunk away and firmed into pecs and abs rolled out beneath them. She looked down in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. She felt her body becoming stronger, more muscular, and her voice deepening. 

There was a banging at the front door. She zipped up and ran down to open the door, thinking it was someone here to help. It was not. It was the police officers she saw chasing the man earlier. Once she had the door open the police stormed in shouting for her to get on the floor. She yelled out in her new deep voice and ran to the back door to escape. Why was this happening to her? With her new strength and agility she managed to hope the garden fence into the back alley, which headed towards the park. 

She seemed to have lost the police for now so she stopped to catch her breath and process what she could of the situation. She felt something slide out of her crotch and from what she had already gone through, she knew exactly what it was. Shereached down and felt her fresh cock, huge, sensitive and wet. Her hand was still down there exploring when she felt two testicals drop out and hung below as a wirey pubic bush began to surround her new genitalia.

Now fully transformed into whoever she was she let out a cry of confusion and fear. The police were at the other end of the alley so HE started sprinting in the opposite direction. However, police were waiting at the other end too and had the guns raised. The new man fell to his knees not wanting to be shot at. He didn't want to die any more than he wanted to be a man. 

"You're nicked"

A police officer said behind him.

As he was arrested and approached the police car he saw his fully transformed reflection again and realised it was the man being chased down the street she saw not 15 minutes ago.

Somewhere on the other side of town, stood a smiling woman. She looked exactly how Samantha used to look.

Neither Will You

Nathan was one of those huge hairy muscle men. He absolutely considered himself a bear and loved it and the attention it brought him. He was always the one to initiate conversations and he had a strong presence that got people's attention. He was confident and comfortable in his own skin, and it showed. He was proud to be a 'bear', and embraced it fully. However, his confidence doesn't compensate for not being a nice person. He seemed to think that his size and presence made him untouchable. He often used his size to intimidate or bully people, and he treated others disrespectfully. He was arrogant and often thought he was better than everyone else. He was a bully, and no one wanted to be around him. He was tall, extremely muscular, and it seemed as if he had never shaved an inch of himself in his life. The brutish appearance of his face was completed by a bushy unkemt beard.

One day at the gym, there was what Nathan called a "tiny twink" on the equipment next to him. Nathan thought to himself that he would show the twink who was boss. He topped up the weights and started making exaggerated and aggressivegrunts with every lift. The tiny twink knew exactly what Nathan was doing and paid no mind to him. Instead, he chuckled to himself and let the bear waste his energy trying to intimidate him. Nathan soon grew bored and finished his workout. As he was leaving, the tiny twink sarcastically congratulated him,

"Great effort big man, bet you're real proud of yourself for owning this entire place?!"

Nathan stopped in his tracks shocked that anyone would speak to him in that way. He turned around to see the twink with a wide smile on his face. Nathan shook his head in disbelief and chuckled before replying, "Well, I'm just showing you how it's done kid. Bye now".

Nathan began to turn and walk away again but, stopped when the twink spoke up again, still with harsh sarcasm.

"Oh yes, please, show me how it's done. I want to be just like you!"

Nathan could feel himself getting hot with rage. He turned and walked right up to the twink. He was uncomfortably close to him, but the twink stood his ground. He was in a public space and knew the bear wouldn't do anything, he just needed to be put in his place. Looking down at the twink,

"YOU..."

Nathan growled.

"...will NEVER be this big!"

Nathan took a few steps back and gestured to his muscular form and smiled.

The tiny twink reclosed the gap between them and said menicingly,

"Neither. Will. You!"

With this he accentually booped Nathan on the nose and winked

The first thing that changed was his confidence, which melted away. Nathan looked on in horror at the power the twink emitted. Nathan began to feel a strange gentle tingling spread across his entire body. This soon turned into what can only be described as full body pins and needles. It was actually each individual strand of body hair pulling back into his skin. The knots in his beard moved and tugged as it untangled and was pulled back into Nathan's chin. The only hair remainingon his head, and in contrast to everywhere else, it seemed to be growing slightly longer. His face had become more youthful. His features and skin soften and smooth out.

He felt sharp shoots of pain up and down his legs, causing him to stumble backwards, losing an inch of height with every step. He struggled to stand upright as his legs weakened and lost muscle beneath him. The same shoots now ran up and down his arms as they deflated, losing muscle and his skin pulled tight around new significantly smaller muscles.

Next was his chest and muscle gut. It's almost as if someone stuck a pin in a beach ball and was slowly losing air. Nathan looked down in absolute terror at what was happening to his body. He saw his gym vest become loose and baggy where it once hugged his hairy bear body tightly. He put his smaller hands to his chest, desperately groping at himself. However,soon there was very little left to grab a hold of, as his pecs shrank away. As for his muscle gut, you could almost hear the hiss of air escaping a punctured tyre. His stomach pulled inward and flattened. Nathan felt his heart sink as he watched his muscles fade before his eyes. He knew he was shrinking and was powerless to stop it. In the mirror, Nathan saw a completely different person staring back at him. He was horrified by the transformation. He had become the thing he despised, a tiny, hairy, undefined twink. He wanted to beg the other man to turn him back, but he had disappeared while Nathan's transformation was underway. Nathan needed to get out of there and find somewhere to hide, or better yet buy some better fitting clothes. Fully aware of how he is now and who he'll never be again he headed for the exit and began to cry.

Dedicated to @samir-the-dumb-jockboyeee

Have I missed the egg hunt? I can't find any, I've looked everywhere.

...

Oh there's one, buts it's dirty yellow. Hope it still works.

I'm an average slightly chubby white 28 years old gay guy right now, I wonder who I'll be in a few minutes. That is if I'm not too late for the egg hunt.

God... why did they have to scatter eggs out all this way? This was awful. But whatever... You picked up a few before heading deeper into the woods. It was pretty dirty out here. Rain just fell after all, so lots of mud out there. You sighed and kept going... that was until you found one darn egg. It was yellow and in the mud. You reached for it and fell in... You groaned and tried to wipe it off but soon you heard an engine or two. That was... odd. You decided to keep quiet for a bit, but it wasn't long until something made the engines stop. You heard a boyish voice call out. "Hey Rick!" Rick? Name sounded familiar. "Rick come on! Just get on your bike and lets go!" You heard a groan before a revving again. One rev... you blinked and when you opened your eyes you felt... a bit more energetic. Another. You looked down and were... very thin, but with some slight muscle. "Come on!" Another rev. Your mind changed this time... Rick wasn't just a familiar name... it was yours.

"Yeah just... one sec!" You put the egg in your pocket... wait... Where was your pocket? You looked down, not even noticing the revving anymore... it was closer. Your outfit... it completely changed... You were now wearing some stupid bike outfit.

Then you heard something different. "Agh god damn it!" One of the boys yelled out... it was rain. You had to get to your bike before... wait... your bike? You looked around and there it was. A bright green bike. Matched your sponsor labeled suit. Running over you grabbed your helmet and revved up and started to drive. Your face changed... younger and younger as you rode up a hill and met your friends. They were your friends right? Yeah of course they were. Had been friends ever since junior year.

"Let's go." You motioned for them and the five of you started to ride out of the forest, a couple people heading to their cars. Yeah... there was supposed to be an egg hunt today huh? Bad day for it I guess.

Tommies Rum

Request story for @simplesmilestf

It had been a long day for Tommie after a particularly exhausting dance class, and he wanted to relax with his pets and have a drink or two during the remainder of the day before he went to bed. The moment he opened his liquor cabinet, he noticed a bottle of unopened rum at the front of the cabinet that he had never seen before. He certainly hadn't bought anything new in the last few weeks. He wondered where the rum had come from and who had put it there. He immediately called his roommates, but none of them had any idea. He was puzzled but eventually shrugged it off and decided to enjoy the mystery rum. 

The rum tasted sweetly vanilla with a slight kick of spice. He savored the flavor, allowing the sweetness to linger on his tongue, but it was the strange effects it was making on his body that intrigued him most. Gradually, he felt his muscles tense and grow, and he experienced a feeling of power coursing through his veins. He felt stronger, as if he could take on the world. His skin was starting to feel tight as it stretched over the newly formed muscles expanding underneath. His usually well fitted blue t-shirt also began to tighten around his expanding body. Not only were his muscles gaining mass but his entire body was growing in size. Tommie's top began to ride up his firming stomach, slowly revealing the most incredible set of abs he'd ever seen on anyone and could have only dreamed of possessing. His muscles were firing, growing larger with every movement, and he felt that his cock was growing longer and thicker in his pants with every movement. It began to throb as he wrapped his stronger enlarged hands around it. 

He had no idea what was happening to him or why but he wasn't fighting the changes, if anything he welcomed them. He went to the bathroom mirror to watch the rest of the changes happen. He saw his features become more defined and his skin smoother. His eyes shifted color, and a light dusting of stubble grew on his new chizzled face. He smiled as he saw he had become the person he had always wanted to be. Slightly older with the body of a dancing god. 

Tommie couldn't wait to get back to the dance studio tomorrow and show off his transformed body to everyone and in particular Jason. His favourite dance partner. Maybe he should share his new mystery rum with him... He couldn't wait to feel Jason's arms around him as they were dancing together. He was sure Jason would be impressed with his new physique. He smiled to himself, knowing that tomorrow would be a good day.

To Grow Old With You

Ryan and Paul had met online a few months ago. They both lived in the same city and had been dating in secret for a while. The only thing was that Paul was 3 times Ryan’s age. Ryan wasn’t even out of the closet yet, let alone telling his parents he, an 19 year old, was dating a 57 year old man. He would lie to his parents and say he’s going out with his friends when really, he’d go out and meet Paul for cute little dates at his apartment, go for walks in the park or go out for dinners. They made sure to keep it casual in public to avoid, but both knew that they adored each other. So much so that, Ryan wished time and time again that he could leave his current life behind and somehow be in his 50’s too. He mentioned this wish to Paul a couple of times early on when they first started talking. Paul told him not to wish his life away. The age gap wasn’t any concern of his but would understand if Ryan was to call it a day. Ryan was moving away to university in September, so that would add another obstacle of distance into the equation. 

One day they were walking in the city park, waring matching pastel hoodies that Paul bought, so that they could be close to each other when they’re apart. In the centre of the park was a large fountain with cherubs and mermaids statues. Ryan said “We should throw a coin in and make a wish.”

Paul laughed but agreed to throw some spare change into the water and gestured for Ryan to make the first wish. He did so, shut his eyes and as the coin was flying through the air he made his wish in his head. When he opened his eye, nothing had changed, but why would it, wishes don’t come true…

Suddenly, memories of moving in with Paul faded in to his head, and then a heart-breaking pang when he recalled his parents disowning him and throwing him out the house. Ryan had wished he came out to his parents on his 18th birthday. Paul put his arms around his love as the memories of those event entered his mind too. He then turned towards the fountain and made his wish as soon as the coin left his hand. It hit the water with a gentle plop, but for a few moments nothing happened, no new memories, nothing but a cool rush of air, sending a chill up Ryans spine.

Paul embraced him once again and before leaning back with a wink he whispered, “I wished for us to be the same age.”

Ryan looked down at his palms and flipped them to look at the tops and saw that his smooth skin began to develop lines and also noticed a slight discolouration happening, his youthful glow was diminishing. His arms began to swell, muscles maturing and settling at a still fit size. He smiled at Paul in amazement as laughter lines and other wrinkles carved their way onto his face. His dark stubble began to grow out. Ryan put his hands to his face and could feel the lengthening hairs bunch up in his hands and some hairs ticking his fingers as they passed between them. He pulled his hands away and with one hand brushed his new full beard forward, he could see it losing colour, fading to a healthy salt and pepper style, his dark curly hair on his head lost its colour too. Ryan lifted up his pastel hoody to reveal his new aged stomach, still firm, but not so much as before the changes began. He caught the trail of hair leading to his groin growing out and greying too. The he pulled out the waistline of his shorts and saw that his pubic hair had bushed out much like his facial hair and greyed also. 

He corrected his clothing and turned to Paul to thank him and tell him he loves him. And as the words left his lips, he heard his new gruffer, deeper, more mature and masculine voice. His put his aged hands to his mouth. This was everything he wanted. To live with Paul, grow old with him, loving him every day. Processing what had just happened to him, his 57 year old cock grew firm. 

“Let’s go home” he said… to his husband.

New and True

Henry was a chubby college student, he always wanted to do something about his weight but he'd joined and dropped out of the gym countless times. On his break from class he sat and watch some of the college jocks run around playing football and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.

Oh how he wished to be like the jocks, be muscular and sexy without even trying.

Later that day he was back in his dorm room, about to sit down and finish up some of his coursework, but was interrupted. Interrupted by a sharp pain in his guts. He stopped for a second to see if it would pass, but it didn't, if anything the pain got more severe. He felt like he was about to shit himself, so he ran to the bathroom pulled down his pants and sat down. Nothing happened, but the pain remained. He tensed and strained to try and get something out, but only a little toot escaped.

Due to the on going pain, he was unaware that as he tensed, his muscles grew. His pectoral and abdominal muscles pushed out and his fat pulled inwards. His arms lost their puffiness and as his biceps and triceps bulged and hardened. The same happened with his legs as he writhed around on the toilet, the pain almost unbearable at this point.

Suddenly, as quick as it came, the pain stopped. All that was left was a peculiar pins and needles tingling sensation in his cock. He looked down so see that his cock was growing right before his eyes. Thicker. Longer. Juicier. That too is when he noticed his newly formed body shape. He's rubbed his hands up and down his new body, shocked but unafraid of the change.

He stood up infront of the mirror taking his new image in, watching as his face narrowed and his jaw chizzled too as a finishing touch. Without thinking, he raised his arms behind his head and flexed.

The new, and true Henry had arrived. Finally his outsides matchs who he was on the inside. He left his shirt on the floor, as it was now too big for him now and he didn't want to hide his new body beneath it. If anything, he was going to head over to the football field and hope the other jocks were still there so he could show off with them. Maybe they can hang out together now ;)

Abdobath Bombs

Bradley was sick of his over hanging belly. He could feel it resting on his legs when he sat down and would sometimes also hang lower than his top, depending on what top he was wearing. Looking online for some weight loss tips he came across an ad for someone experimental bath bombs. From the same manufacturer that make 1Body2Mould, our new products are Abdobath Bombs. At his wits end, Bradley purchased a set.

Bradley woke up the next morning to loud knocking at his front door. He shot up, put his dressing gown on and rushed to see who it was who'd rudely woke him up. when he opened the door there was no one there, but on the step was a small package. he picked it up, it was light and the label read BodyMould. It was here already? That was fast Bradley thought to himself. Yet to have his morning wash he thought that he'd open it up straight away and see what happens.

He ran the bath and got undressed. He stopped to take a picture of his "before" body. his big belly hanging over the towel he'd wrapped around his waist. Goodbye fat boy, he said aloud before letting the towel drop to the ground, he stepped in and got comfortable in the bath.

Bradley held the small yellow Abdobath Bomb in his hand, it had the smell of cheap aftershave. He dunked it under the water and it immediately started fizzing out between his fingers. He let it go, fizzing and bobbing around the bath. he brought his hands back above the water and saw that his hands were fizzing just like the bath bomb was. Panicking slight he threw his hands back under the water to was away the fizziness. On reemergence he noticed his fingers and hands weren't as plump as they used to be. and with that he was convinced, he full submerged himself under the bath water, now a murky yellow colour. Not dissimilar to pins and needles his entire body began to fizz and the water became so foamy it was almost over flowing over the side of the bath tub. maybe Bradley should have filled the bath up so much.

His head emerged out of the water, he hair had shorted down and he could feel thick fizzing foam dripping from his chin, his double chin had dissolved and was leaving behind a nicely chiselled jaw line and his cheeks were now narrow. He rubbed his new hands over his fizzed belly, as he did his fingers actually pushed inward and large. chunk of belly separated from him. It didn't hurt at all, it was more like a shedding. He could feel hard abs that had formed under his fizzing belly which was shrinking with every second that passed. His moobs also dissolving and revealing tight and toned pectorals underneath and a light coating of chest hair.

His whole body was fizzing, dissolving, rearranging and Bradley was loving every second of it. Even parts of him he didn't notice, like his arms and legs, growing muscle mass and hardening. There was a lot more room in the tub now that there was when he first got in.

Suddenly out of nowhere, the biggest orgasm he'd ever felt, his cock ad balls fizzing. He continuous stream of cum blew out into the water, and as it did Bradley cock lengthened and grown thicker, and his balls grew to almost double their original size. Once the orgasm was over, he knew his changes were over. He rubbed his new body all over and he couldn't wait to see how he now looked in the mirror. He got out the bath and fired off his new sexy body, it's felt so odd to have a body like he did now, there was no fat belling sagging over the towel but instead solid and firm abs, and his no longer had man tit but nice pecs and his arms.... he didn't know where to look. He was getting hard again, just by looking at himself. He continued to get ready, cleaning his teeth and styling his new shorter hair, staring at his new body the entire time.

As he walked through the park, the clouds above him darkened, it almost looked apocalyptic. Lewis looked up into it in awe, and as he did a single large rain drop landing directly in his eye. It took him by surprise and it stung as he rubbed at it. It stung more than it should have. It was only water after all.

Must Be Something In The Water

Lewis was a skinny little emo twink. His long dark hair swept over his head, he had patchy stubble, and cheap tattoos on his arms. There was some definition to his body but only because he was so skinny. There were no real muscles there.

Unbeknownst to him, his hair began to lighten in colour, fading from dark brown to light blonde. As he continued walking though the park, his eye stopped stinging but now it felt like his face had pins and needles. However it was actually hundreds of tiny hair beginning to poke put from his skin. Lewis has alway struggled to grow facial hair but now it was rapidly forming on his face. He put his hand to his cheek to scratch and froze on the spot when he felt a thick layer of hair on his face. He could feel it still lengthening under his hand and growing between his fingers. As this was happening his long wavey hair began to shorten and regress back into his scalp. He felt it brush back up and over his ears. He took his hand away from his new bears and grabbed hold of his head. Much like he could feel his beard growing, he could feel his hair pulling away from his hands.

He looked down and noticed his clothes had changed. When did that happen? His black band merch top had lightened into a plain blue t-shirt and his ripped black jeans had patched themselves up.

He watched as his tattoos faded away, his arms now bare. Then his arms began to ache a little, as did his legs and most other parts of his. Simultaneously, his muscles slowly began to grow. His arms thicker, his shoulders broadened, his legs grew longer and more muscular, his torso widened and grew firm with abs and pecs. The aching stopped and his transformation was complete. He hadn't noticed that he'd also aged 8 years. He was unrecognisable from the 23 year old he was 5 minutes ago.

He stood, there a second and thought about how he could reinvent his life now. He had been given the chance to start again. But he wasn't happy with were his sudden change had stopped. He wanted to changes to return and give him more strength and power. He stared up at the clouds again waiting for another drop to fall into his eye, because thats the only thing that happened before he changed, it must have been that...

Sure enough a second single drop fell into his eye. It stung alot more than the first one had. Just like before the changes started with his hair, losing its colour and fading to salt and peppery grey, as did his beard.

Looking down he saw his bright blue t-shirt also fade to grey and a Nike logo appeared. He felt the top tighten against his skin. Either the top was shrinking or his body was growing again. It was the latter. The aching returned and his body began shifting. His arms bulking up to twice the size they were before. His chest became itchy as grey hair began to grow there now too. His legs becoming so thick and powerful. This time he felt his cock throbbing and lengthen down his leg. He grabbed at it, he felt it gaining girth and his balls growing underneath too. When he reached for his cock he noticed his hands looked significantly older. His skin looked rougher, the hands of an older gentleman who had been working with his hands for years. Lewis took put his phone, opened up the camera to see how the changes had affect him. He was in utter shock when he saw he was now a 50-something year old with grey thick grey hair and bulging muscles. He definitely got more than he asked for but it didn't take him very long at all to get used to it. Especially when someone called for him from behind. He turned and as soon as he layed his stinging eyes on the man approaching, his mind fogged. All recollection of his past life and the transformation he'd just undergone had disappeared. Lewis embraced Frank, his husband of 20 years, and the walked home together. The sky now clear and not a cloud to be seen.

A Happy Axe-ident

Harry was not at all looking forward to spending two weeks at his Uncle Jack's cabin. He was even his real Uncle, just his dad best friend from high school or something. A fortnight of forced awkward laughter at terrible jokes and simply untrue stories told by drunk old men. A fortnight of living in freezings conditions somewhere up in the middle of the Colorado mountains.

Harry was a quiet, shy, hairless twink. His skinny little frame only took him to 5ft10, which was part of the reason why he was quiet and shy. He didn't like to draw any attention to himself.

The first night started better than expected. The Fire was constantly burning and heating the place, but the went through quite alot of the wood store. Jack said that he'd make a mountain man out of Harry in the morning and would show him how to chop wood for the fire. This filled Harry with so much anxiety he just left the room and went to bed.

The next morning Harry stayed in his room, hiding. He really didn't want to get dragged into chopping firewood out in the freezing mountain air. He could hear his father and Jack talking loudly out the front of the cabin. They'd already started drinking. By mid afternoon the were both already passed out. It'd be getting dark soon and there wasn't enough wood to last the night. Harry was beginning to think he'd HAVE to chop wood for the tonight. Just one night, and the his father and Jack passed out, they wouldn't be able to do a running commentary or laugh at his while he did it...

Harry put on his big blue coat, wooly hat and the over sized gloves and mentally prepared himself to go out into the cold and chop just a few pieces. Enough for the night, and hopefully the others can chop for the rest of the time they were at the cabin.

A giant axe was stuck into a chopping block round the side of the cabin. A severe nervousness enveloped Harry as he approached it and there was an ominous silence. Surely it would be too heavy for him and he'd struggle to chop even one piece. On arrival at the chopping block, he sighed his last sigh as the version of himself he was currently.

It took a while to lose it, but eventually Harry was able to lift the axe from the block. It was a huge weapon. He'd never held something like this before. So long, and his hands only just wrapped around the handle. But that was the fist thing to change. Before he'd even swung the axe for the first time, unbeknownst to him, his hands began to grow inside his gloves. His figures lengthened and broadened, sprouting fine hairs above and below his knuckles and on the back of his new hands. The gloves now fit perfectly.

Harry could barely lift the great axe as his arms were weak and narrow. Placing a log on the block, he held the axe rather unprofessionally. Both hands and the end of the handle, he hung it behind his head and swung it over. Not only did he miss the log, he missed the block completely. The axe stuck in the grounds. Harry swore under his breath, picked the axe up and tried again, and again... Over the next couple of swings he began to make progress, missing less and less, but still took him a while to chop through a single piece. He was unaware that the growth that had started in his hands had now moved to his arms. Muscles spasmsed and grew. Harry's forearms thickened, veins raised to the surface and the thin hair began to grow up from his hands all the way up to his shoulders, and his biceps blew up almost 4 times the size they were before. Harry thought he was simple getting into the job at hand, not that he was actually gaining strength.

Harry was aware that his back was beginning to ache, but just put it down to the fact he probably had bad form whilst chopping the wood. But in reality his torso was stretching, lengthening. Soon enough he was almost a 5 inches taller, but he was still unaware of any of his changes. His body was still as narrow as before any changes came.

Harry changed his stance as his feet began to expand in his boots, but as his feet grew, as did the fabric of his boots. The growth progressed upwards to his legs. Growing hair and pounds of muscle, adding girth to his calves. His thighs also ballooned out with solid muscle and power. As the muscle grew his legs also lengthened, adding even more hight. Finally standing at 6ft7. The hair growth didn't stop at his legs, it continued to spread upwards covering his ass cheeks and lower back.

Harry slammed the axe down into the block and decided to rest for a minute. His new limbs did not belong on the torso that Harry still possessed. But soon enough his waist began the broaden bother widthways to line up with his new legs and outwards as his abs grew larger and stronger. The same happening up top as his chest became hard with muscle. Shaping into a perfectly built mount man underneath the clothes that had grown to fit his new body.

Harry felt really hot after swinging the axe so many times. A dumb thought came to mind, to take off his coat, so he did and his jacket, and his shirt. He now stood topless out in the freezing cold, but he couldn't feel it. Now he could see his own skin, he was shocked beyond belief at the body he saw when he looked down. Freaking out he watched as his pale skin fade to a slightly darker shade, like he's spent the day out in the sun, tanning. He watched as the thin new hairs on his armed darkened and thickened. He saw his nipples shrink in size on his new pecs. He then felt movement downstairs. His cock was growing. Aroused at his own body now his cock began to harden. Oddly enough at the same time his face began to change, age a little even. Thick hairs began to sprout, forming the beginings of a nice full thick beard. The more aroused he got the bigger the beard became. His cock so hard that was almost painful began to poke out a little above the waist line of his jeans. Harry had to losen his belt to release some of the tension grown from his groin. He now possessed a whopping 9 inches. He reached down to touch it, it was still super sensitive so for now he rearranged him self, finding where to put it to be more comfortable.

Physical transformation complete, his mind began to fog and new memories flooded in and reality changed around him. He lived alone at this cabin and had for years. He chopped wood every day for the fire. He hunted his own food. He was a true independent self sufficient mountain man.

And he loved it.

BrollerCoaster

Cole and his friends on a high school trip, queued almost 2 hours to get on the newest coaster at The Devils Playland Amusement Park, it would be the last ride of the day as it was getting late. They handn't seen the ride go round for a while and his friends were getting impatient. Then, over the queues tannoy came the news that most had suspected.

"Guests in line for BrollerCoaster, unfortunately we are experiencing a break down, our team is hard at work trying to fix the problem, we are unable to give a definitive reopening time, many apologies"

People began to leave the line, but Cole wanted to wait it out, he'd been here 2 hours and the ride hadn't been shut down all together so it couldn't be too long before its up and running again, surely... Cole's friends waited with him for about 2 minutes before they ran out of patients and decided to go get some food instead. As they left Cole heard them laughing and joking about the ride breaking down because Professor Balls was the last person to ride it. Cole remained in line, alone. He couldn't believe that his friends would just give up like that. So many people had left the queue that Cole was now pretty near the front, he'd be on the first ride round for sure when it reopened.

Another 5 minutes went by and then the chain lift started up and a trial train was sent round the track, those who had waited in line, including Cole, cheered as they were let into the boarding section and waited for the train to return to the station. Cole was little apprehensive about riding it alone, but he pulled down his harness and told himself it'll all be fine, he wanted to ride it for so long after all. As the train left the station and began pulling up the chain lift, an oddly warm breeze blew over him, like he'd just passed under a heater. The journey to the top of the lift was bumpy and seemed to take longer than it looked before when he'd been watching it. Reaching the top, Cole became almost breathless as the train came over the crest and began to drop. He couldn't help but smile, he was a true adrenaline junkie after all and was glad he didn't give up waiting.

Wind rushed over him as the coaster roared round the track. He tensed up with ever drop, loop and sharp turn. Little did he know that every time he tensed, he changed. A little bit of fat lost here, a little bit of muscle gain there. His grip remained firm on the handles, but he didn't notice as his hands began to grow larger, as did the rest of his arms bulking up as if he spent hours lifting each day. He thought that the pressure of the coaster had pushed his harness in, making it tighter, but what had really happened was his whole body had grown, filling out more of his seat, his legs and arms were longer. Tensing again, under his shirt abs were forming, perfect tight abdominal muscles and pecs hardened.

As the train passed through a tunnel he was sprayed with what he thought was just water. This water however, shaped itself on his arm, creating neat little patterns and drawings, his bulky arm them absorbed the water and turned in black, forming a sleeve of tattoos. More water shaped itself around his face, creating a kind of water beard, his face then absorbed the water too and hair began to sprout from his neck, chin, cheeks and upper lip. It was itchy but Cole just put it down the being splashed and the motion of the coaster making it trail away.

As the train slowed and re-entered the station. Cole felt somewhat uncomfortable as his ass had hardened through-out the ride. As he went to collect his bag from the desk, he felt dizzy and unbalanced, he was still unaware that he was walking with new legs and had a different sized body to move with. No longer was he a 18 year old high school graduate, but now resembled a man in his mid 20's. Leaving the ride Cole, was confused, he couldn't find his friends, nor any of his chaperone professors. He wondered lost, until his new memories came in...