Mitch watched from the window of his old room as his little brother Carter and his friends argued over their game of street football. Unlike his athletic little brother, Mitch was quiet and nerdy. He was almost done with his biology degree and was home for the summer but was constantly annoyed at Carter and his friends making noise, running around half naked and reeking of sports. Tonight it seemed one of Carter’s friends didn’t show up leaving them with an odd number and unable to play football. Mitch stomped down to see what all the yelling was about. Carter sarcastically apologized and promised if Mitch would fill in for their game they would never bother him again. This was tempting but Mitch didn’t even own any athletic wear so Carter talked him into putting on his extra pair of mesh shorts. Grumbling, Mitch agreed, stretching the shorts over his small gut and joining his brothers team.

“You have to take your shirt off Mitch, were skins!” One of them shouted. Mitch groaned, shy about his body but slowly removed his shirt and they started playing. As he caught and passed the ball he didn’t notice a gradual tan spread across his bare body. A slight red tinted his exposed arms and shoulders from long days in the sun. He even started enjoying the game and becoming better.

“Good job bro” Carter shouted as he high fived Mitch. Mitch’s spindly hands shrank down, the long fingers got stubby and calloused. Mitch didn’t even realize he was getting shorter and more muscular. His belly shrank in forming a hard flat stomach and a fresh treasure trail formed leading down to his shorts while his pecs became slightly larger and firmer. His long greasy hair retracted into short, sweaty spikes that framed his round boyish face that was looking more and more like Carter’s. As Mitch got younger he also got dumber sweating out all that useless college knowledge and intellectual stuff becoming a jock boy like his twin brother…

“Fuck bro I feel great let’s wipe them” the new Mitch shouted unaware of how reality changed around him, not that he’d care if he ever found out.

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Great person to Southernize.
….for some reason I’m imagining him burping rather than talking.

If he burped he’d probably take out all the windows in a 10 mile radius.

Fuck! Love that idea! Love belches and farts, fuckin manly.

Too right, and just imagine that raw destructive power giant size.

Fuck yeah. Stomping through a city, crushing everything in his path.

Each burp makes him more southern

Source: theboywholovesbears

Robert rolled his eyes as he walked through the mens care store. It was stuffed with vitamins, douchey hair gel products, axe body spray and skinpy work out clothes. Items that the nerdy 16 year old would never use in his life or so he hoped but this was the last store on his application roadtrip and all others had rejected him so far. He really needed this summer job to save up for a new gaming pc. The large man working the counter glanced down at him with humor in his eyes.

“You sure youre in the right place son?” He chuckled kindly before offering Robert a vitamin which he graciously ate hoping to improve his odds of being hired. After selling his case as best he could the man simply shook his head. “Sorry but you’re not ready for this job yet, come back when you are.”

Robert fumed at his casual rejection and the stupid store, storming home to hop on a game. The anger must be ruining his focus he thought because every match he played he did worse and worse as his teammates mocked him. Eventually, he just couldn’t focus on this game, it was suddenly so boring to him. Even his stupid clothes weren’t fitting right.

His button up was stretched out and his feet ached in his shoes. He decided to turn on the TV and turned it to ESPN, a strange choice for him. Somehow he followed every word and got into the steam room talks about whose who in the athlete world. Normally he’d find sports gossip a bore to listen to but he clung to every word, not noticing be was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting his suddenly bronzed chest finally breathe. He felt great with the air against his chest, why the hell was he wearing a shirt? His formerly thin chest was now graced by two firm, protruding pecs and hardened abs. The start of his teenage treasure trail was expertly waxed to show off his hard work. Hair only covered muscle. He casually yawned, pulling the shirt completely off and flexing as hard muscles poked out of his darkening arms and his fragile gamer fingers got tough, calloused and thick. Standing up he didn’t realize he was now 6’2, nor that his now size 12 feet hard already torn through his too small shoes.

He lazily kicked off the remains, breathing in the sweaty jock scent that slowly permeated his room, it washed over his action figures and comic books making them sports magazines and play boys. His computer evaporated and was replaced with wrestling and baseball trophies. He grew slightly older. The now 18 year old Robbie grinned at the new full length mirror in his room, showing a bright cocky grin as he spiked up his hair into a typical messy gym boy style. He grasped his now monstrous package, moaning and closing his now dark somewhat blank dull eyes. When he opened them his faced changed and his new pretty jock face was staring back at him, the face that fell man and woman alike to come back after a work out session to ride a real gym machine.

A sudden phone call snapped him out of his self admiration. Shit, it was his boss, he was late for work again. He walked back down to the store, enjoying the glances he got being barefoot and shirtless as only his shorts survived the change. Smelling like the hormone driven man he was. His boss was such a cool guy, he provided him with a brand new uniform singlet and shoes when he showed up and then it was back to work. Showing everyone the body they can get by shopping here he pulled mad sales.

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I was in love with my teacher. He always wore such tight clothes that showed off his body that could be likened to that of a god. Naturally I had no chance with him because he was twice my age, but a guy can dream.

One day while browsing in the library I saw a dust covered book that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in quite some time. As I pulled it out I saw that it was titled “Potions and Spells”. I assumed it was nothing more than a fantasy book, but I continued to read it nonetheless. Part way through I saw a recipe for a potion titled “The Fountain of Youth”. It claimed that this potion could regress someone’s age. Even though my mind was telling me it was just a fantasy book and didn’t actually work, I photocopied the page and got to work that night trying to create the potion.

One week later it was time for my school camp, with my favourite teacher coming on the camp too. During a hike, I had held to the back of the group as I knew it was my favourite teacher’s job to look after those at the back. I saw him go to grab a drink of water and his realisation that his water bottle was missing. I realised it was my time to strike. I handed him my water bottle with a smile and he happily used it to quench his thirst. Little did he know that it wasn’t just water that was in that bottle. As he took his last sip, I saw the realisation on his face that something was happening. He looked shocked as he began to shrink in height, his facial hair receding, in fact most of his body hair was receding. His face became more youthful and his tramping pack turned into a school bag. Before he had a chance to fully comprehend what was happening, I saw him blink and then all of sudden he seemed to forget everything that had just happened. “Phew, it’s hot,” I heard him say as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned and hairless body underneath. 

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As he put his school bag back, on he started to run off towards the rest of the students. “Come on, we better catch up with the rest of the class, we wouldn’t want to get told off by the teacher!” he shouted back to me. I stood there in disbelief as I realised that the potion actually worked. My teacher had been regressed to that of a teenager, a smoking hot, age-appropriate teenager. The regression of the mind was unexpected, but I guess it’s better that way. Just as I was about to run over to catch up with him, I saw him checking me out. “I guess the extra potion I added to make him gay worked too,” I thought to myself as a smile began to appear on my face. I should probably be thinking about the consequences of what people will think of having lost a teacher but somehow gained a student, but for the time being, I’m just going to focus on the teacher – or should I say student, that is waiting up ahead for me. It’s going to be a fun school year.

Do you think you could see about turning me into a dumb gym bunny?

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That’s easy enough. It just starts when you go to the gym. You might not even notice it at first, but your workout clothes are starting to change. As you lift weights, your shirt fades into a sheer tank top. Your sweatpants shorten, creeping up your legs until they’re tight short-shorts. By the time you finish your first set of reps, you look in the mirror and you see a little twink in slutty clothes looking back. 

That’s when some of the other weight lifters notice you. They’re big beefy guys, tall, broad, so strong. So sweaty. One of them comes over to stand next to you, pretending not to notice you as he lifts a dumbbell up over his head. With his armpit exposed, you smell his sweat and it makes your head swim. 

You grab some dumbbells and start lifting too. You can see your self changing in the mirror.  Every time you lift it, your arms get thicker, and stronger. But something’s draining out of you: your mind’s getting dull, stupid, giddy. 

“Looks good bro,” says the bodybuilder.

“Thanks dude,” you say in a deeper voice than you’re used to. What’s going on? You should stop. You know you should. You’re getting so stupid. But you can’t – with each lift, your body’s getting hotter and hotter.

“Gonna turn yourself into a real dumb gym bunny if you keep going,” the bodybuilder grins.

“Fuck yeah,” you smile back, your big buck teeth showing. Did you always have those? You can’t remember. Who cares. Just lift. Keep going. Keep counting. What number comes next? You forgot how to count.

You set the weights down and when you look back up in the mirror, you see whiskers on the side of your face. You laugh. Dumb bunny.

“You wanna spot me, bro?” you ask your new friend, and he nods.

You lie back on the weight bench, and he stands above you, his crotch touching your forehead. You grasp the barbell to do your bench presses. With each thrust, you feel your ears twitch and grow and surge. Furry. Tall. A dumb gym bunny’s.

By the time you set the bar down, your ears are fully grown. You sit up and feel a twitch over your ass – reaching back, you feel your new tail. It’s a thick puff of fur, and it matches the tail on your new friend. “Nice,” he says. “You wanna get your paws next?” 

“Yeah bro,” you say, and soon you’re doing squats, feeling your thighs thicken with muscle and your feet expanding in your shoes. The canvas of your sneakers tears away, revealing huge floppy furry paws. You set down the barbell you’re holding and reach down to feel them – so big and strong!

“You’re so fuckin hot as a bunny, dude,” says the bodybuilder, and you flex your powerful new body for him.

He falls to his knees to smell your crotch – so musky and damp. There’s no mistake – you’re an alpha gym bunny. It’s what you were born to me. In charge. Huge. Strong. Stupid. Free of your dumb human life.

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Sam opened the mass Snapchat from Gary. “Shirtless indoors?” Was the caption displayed over Gary’s dumb, grinning face. Despite their friendship Sam and Gary couldn’t be more different, Sam was a nerdy senior about to graduate in biochemistry and Gary was a carefree freshman without a major. Sam was often annoyed at Gary who was big hearted but kind of dumb and still acted like a high school jock boy, always shirtless and working his muscles on his pull up bar or his dick on a new girl.

For some reason the message got into Sam’s head and he found himself asking, “shirtless indoors?” Sam suddenly grabbed a pull up bar from under his bed, the same one Gary had given him once as a gift that he had never used and stuck it in his doorway, lifting himself up. His skinny arms ached from the unusual exercise but with each lift they seemed to swell, veins flaring out as the pasty, oily skin became clear, young and tan.

Shirtless indoors?

Sam thought again, as it echoed in his head, feeling a new temptation to take his shirt off for no reason. The thought got louder until Sam couldn’t help but slide his shirt up and off his slim body, as it passed over his frail chest two firm jock boy pecs burst forward and hard abs formed under them. His previously shaved stomach sprouted a fine treasure trail leading down into his shorts. Sam became absorbed in his reflection, watching his pecs bounce the way Gary’s did and seeing his shoulders broaden. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he got younger and shorter, it only made his muscles stand out more. He carelessly kicked off his old nerdy shoes which no longer fit his slightly bigger feet. He turned and watched his legs expand with strong, stout calves and thighs, and his rear formed a perfect muscular bubble butt. Sam felt a dopey grin take over his face while his intellect dulled and he groomed his new curly locks, the grease dissolving into ample hair gel, forcing his hair up. He pulled on a new hat letting it sit on his hair and sent out a new snap “Shirtless indoors?” Unintentionally spreading the infectious message.

Prick

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Ayyye you fuckin’ Posh cunt, why donthcha watch where yer fuckin goin!

Edgar was too busy on his phone to notice the scally lad he just ran into, knocking coffee all over the lad. 

“Sorry mate, let me get you new clothes,” Edgar said apologetically

“Crack,” the scally knocked Edgar out cold. Picked his Posh ass up and dragged him back to his council flat. The lad stripped Edgar down, shit him up with some substance mixed with his cum and put some crusty old clothes on Edgar. 

Edgar woke up, his whole body on fire, he couldn’t speak, he could barely think but his cock was rock hard. 

“Now you stupid cunt, everything I tell you is true and when I am done, you’ll ne my fuckin’ flat mate.” 

“First, you are a chav, you din’t finish no kind of school and you love to drink and have sex. You love to keep fit so you can stick that dick in anything with legs. You’re dumb as a rock mate, I’m the closest thing you have to family and you would do anything for me.”

The changes happened rapidly, his lean body bulked ouit, his hair got shorter, cock growing like mad, and his eyes were glazing over with some dumb fuck look. His mind faded away and a new chav persona took over. All he wanted was to get his fucking rocks off and fuck.

Oh, and one more thing, your name…It’s Declan O’Shea, your one stupid horny Irish fucker. 

The lad was glad that he got rid of one more Posh fuck, thinkin their better than everybody. Not anymore, stupid fucker gonna watched footie, rugby, drink and fuck

I’m so into hippie-ish stoner stories and I live all of yours! I was wondering if you’re gonna write any more or if you know of some other good ones?

I hope to write more once I’m fully able to write, I have a few stories in the works I’m gonna post for you guys but they aren’t anyone’s requests, saving those for when I can do them right. I’m not aware of any one good place to get stoner stories though, unless I’m not looking in the right places they seem rare

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Joe was just laying in bed channel flicking. when he came across a new channel he had never seen before ScallyTV, the only programming was one 24 hour show,
ChavTRAINING. Iin that moment of switching it on and looking at it his jaw went slack, his
eyes glazed over and his personality began to be reformed as the screen
showed a faded swirling spiral and a video behind it of a lad jerking off completely naked and covered in tacky tattoos
saying repetitively as he stroked his cock the same messages again and again. “Oi mate, you wanna be just like me dont you, you want to be a fit fuckin bloke just like me dont you mate. what a fit lad you are going to be when I’m done with
you. Just keep looking at me mate, look at what a fit fukka you are going to be, gunna be just like me aint you mate!! a fit chavvy lad, not gunna giv a shit bout nothin but what i tell you to mate!”. With each command a shiver went through Joe as reality reformed around him, his clothes changing, his body changing, his room changing, even his memories changing.  No one knocked on Joe’s door for 12 hours straight when a sudden power cut shut the tv off. Joey stood up and walked to a mirror and checked himself out, gripped his cock through his trackies and smiled. He knew it was about time he went down to the pub to meet up with the lads.

Source: scallytrainers