Muscle Tf Lover – Page 42 – Transformation fiction

Those Erlinger brothers used to be the nicest boys. So quiet and shy, and always so polite! But that was before Coach drafted them onto the football team and put them through the Process.

Nowadays they’re always strutting around half naked, flexing their muscles and showing off. They just sneer at their old nerd friends, and only hang out with the other jocks. And they’re always bringing back guys to their room for heaven knows what (different ones every night!) and they don’t care how loud they get!

They’re going to find out nothing good will come from being such show-offs. Sure, they seem happy now. Deliriously, permanently happy, in fact. But that can never last… can it?

(via athleticbrutality)

Source: athleticbrutality

Jimmy thought I was giving him a ride to the library. “I just have to make a quick stop at the gym first,” I told him, pulling into the parking lot.

“Okay, but I have to meet the debate club soon,” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his suit and tie.

“Did you say you have to meet the dumbbell club?” I asked, turning around in my seat.

“The debate club,” he said, tugging at his necktie and glancing out the window toward the gym.

“I”m pretty sure you said dumbbell club,” I said.

“Uh… maybe I did. But I meant debate club,” he told me. His necktie was off now, and he was pulling off his jacket. “Did it get really hot in here?”

“So how long have you been in the dumbbell club?” I asked.

“A couple years,” he said. “But it’s the debate club. I joined the debate club a couple years ago.” His jacket was off and he’d unbuttoned the top button of his dress shirt. It started to turn orange, the sleeves shortening. He rubbed his arm as the cuff of his dress shirt faded away, rising up his arm to form the baggy hole of the tank top that his shirt had become. HIs muscles began to thicken, become massive and strong.

“When did you leave the debate club and join the dumbbell club?” I asked.

He looked confused. “I can’t remember,” he said, looking down. His dress pants were starting to loosen and turn into workout shorts. His dressy shoes faded into sneakers. “I guess a while ago?” he asked.

“You’ve always been in the dumbbell club, haven’t you?” I said.

He laughed. “I’m kind of a dumbbell, so yeah dude,” he said, rubbing his crotch. I could see his dick starting to stiffen.

“What do dumbbells in the dumbbell club do?” I asked.

“We like to lift,” he said, reaching into his pant leg and pulling out his hard dick. “And then we play around. You wanna play, dude?”

“I thought you had to be at the library,” I teased him.

He laughed again. “What the fuck’s a library?” he said.

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Yes I’d like to join the dumbbell club

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Matt blinked dumbly at his phone. What was he doing again? Oh yeah, his friend Craig had linked him to this app, which he said he just *had* to try. Matt opened it and scoffed, yet another dumb thing Craig wanted him to use. Apparently the app would make him look hotter through editing his image or… something. It was pretty vague on the details really. Not like it mattered, it wasn’t going to do anything anyway. Still, might as well get it over with, it’d make Craig happy at least. He skipped past the terms and conditions and pressed ‘Go’. The screen displayed a loading bar with ‘Processing…’ written above it. Matt stared at it for a minute, waiting for something to happen, before getting frustrated. He tapped at the screen, trying to find someway to cancel it, only to find no way out. Ugh, had Craig given him some sort of virus or something?

It was then that Matt caught a glance of his reflection, and gasped. His clothes were fucking melting! What the fuck? He would have dropped the phone in shock, but he was somehow frozen solid. He could only stare horrified at what was happening to him, and the phone which now said ‘Removing Clothes’. So this app was changing him? That had to be bullshit, no app could do that. He’d have to ask Craig what the hell he was playing at the next time he saw him. Anyway, looked like all he could do was stand here until this weird prank, or whatever, ended. He watched as his shirt and jeans shrank into a tanktop and short shorts, then vanished entirely. His trainers and socks became more sporty and his underwear shifted from standard grey boxer-briefs into a sexy red number, clearly designed to show off his bulge and ass.

He thought it looked ridiculous on him, he was hardly one to show off his body normally. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he was pretty scrawny, with some pudge here and there, and fair too hairy for his liking. Just as he finished that thought the display on the phone changed. It switched to ‘Processing Body’ and Matt felt a strange tickling sensation all over his skin. He gawped as his hair started receding into his skin, slowly at first but speeding up until he was completely smooth all over. Normally he wouldn’t mind a change like this, but he was pretty creeped out that this app was somehow changing him without his permission. Other changes began hitting him in quick succession. His body started bulking up, finally getting some muscle onto his skinny frame. He started in awe as he developed pecs and a six pack, and his arms and legs bulged out. He felt a tingle of pleasure as his cock lengthened and ass plumped out, filling out his underwear nicely. Apparently satisfied with his body, the process then moved onto his face. It looked like his skin was flowing as his face was re-sculpted before his eyes. His features were smoothed out, blemishes removed. He was getting increasingly freaked out by the time the process was done with his face. Sure, the face staring back at him looked kinda nice, but it definitely wasn’t *his* face. To finish off his hair started styling itself. It had been short and brown, Matt not bothering to do anything with it other than cut and wash it regularly. Now it spiked up, Matt mentally groaning that it was going to be a pain to deal with.

With his hair finished the visible changes appeared to have completed. Matt hoped this was the end of it, hoped that he might be freed, might be able to figure out what the fuck was going on. The app had other ideas, and switched to ‘Mental Reprogramming…’Oh no no no, this fucking prank had gone too far! Matt strained against his invisible prison but it was no use, he couldn’t even twitch thanks to the power the app had over him. What was the point of these muscles if he couldn’t fucking use them? He felt himself get dizzy… no, no he had to fight thi-… so dizzy… The app flooded his baffled brain with pleasure, making him think that maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He started to relax as the app went through his memories, deleting and reorganising as appropriate. First to go were his knowledge of his accountancy job and memories of his degree, he wouldn’t be needing those any more. Huh, degree? Nah, Matt had never gone to uni. That was for smart people, not thickos like him He’d dropped out of school the first chance he got, that nerd shit really wasn’t for him.

Sex had been all he’d been much good at, or interested in, so it wasn’t a surprise when he ended up as a go-go dancer. Memories of being on stage, showing off his body to anyone and everyone flooded into his mind. He’d worked hard on this body so it wasn’t surprising that he wanted to show it off. He practically bounced between the club he worked at and the gym, what little time wasn’t spent there was inevitably in the bedroom of one nameless customer or another.

He was glad to see he was in his usual skimpy underwear and little else. Clothes were so constricting, he never wore them if he had a choice about it. People called him a slut, as if that was a bad thing. They sure weren’t complaining when they got his ass. It might be expensive but hey, he was worth it. He felt nice and calm as the pleasure continued to overwhelm him, what had he been so worried about earlier? Eh, thinking was hard, made his head hurt. Best not to do it at all if possible….

The phone pinged ‘Complete!’ with Matt’s final acceptance of his new life. Acting on autopilot, he took a selfie and sent it with the message ‘all done ;)’ to Craig. Matt awoke to his reflection, blankly starting at himself in the mirror. Not that staring at himself was unusual, people often told him how vain he was, a regular himbo. Not that he could say they were wrong, huhuh. But still, something in the back of his mind told him he was meant to be doing something…

His phone popped up with a message from Craig ‘Nice! I’ll be over in 10…’ Oh yeah, he was gonna be fucking Craig today! God he was such a dumbass, he’d forget his own name if he wasn’t careful…

Source: linxiaopei

With each bubble he blew, Brody felt his chest inflate – the gum was connected directly to his body, and every breath made his muscles swell.

But he didn’t notice that the gum was also connected to his brain. And as he blew, it was like he was exhaling all his thoughts into the bubble. On the first puff, he lost his memory of all his academic training as a scientist; on his second puff, he forgot everything about who he was; on the third puff he couldn’t even think beyond just working out and getting naked and jerking off.

And then – pop! The bubble burst on his face, and all the memories and ideas in the bubble floated away for good. He looked at me, grinning dumbly. “Pretty sweet, dude,” said my former lab partner. He scratched his balls, then took the wad out of his mouth and looked at it. “You wanna try?”

I did.

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We invited Simon the nerd to the party.
When he arrived, we greeted him and led him to a bathroom, where we pinned him down and tore away his clothes.
He was screaming all the time, thinking we were going to rape him, but he went quiet as soon as we put the headband on him. In a few seconds, his eyes dulled down and a dumb smile appeared on his face.
“Hey bros whatcha doin’?”
We helped him on his feet and gave him new clothes. While he put them on, his skinny body inflated with muscles, his pale skin tanned, his face reshaped to a masculine typical jock face, and his hair styled in a fauxhawk.
Simon the nerd is gone, Simon the party animal is here.

Source: muscleorlando

wild-eyed-misfit-prophet:

You were like a statue, you agreed to model for the art class. You weren’t told that you’d be model clay. After underessibg, tue professor offered you some water
Drinking the water, you felt you body seize up, coming to a complete hault.

The drink made you into clay, now you were at the mercy of the sculpting class, apparently full of horny gay men. The pulled clay off of you, smoothed yoir skin, sculpted your pecs and abs, adding muscle to your arns and more to your feet.

The massaged your face, pressing, scraping and pushing. Once they were done, they let you set and dry. The next day they fired you in the kiln. Once dry, they paikted you to look like a real boy, skin tone and all. Gone was the irish tan, replaced with a darker hue, thicker hair and a perfect complexion. On the third day they added all the fine details. The fourth day they glazed you sealing off the body hair you once had. On the 6th day they fired you again. Setting your fate as a resembling a 19 year old, statue.

On the 7th day they bathed you in the waters from the cauldron of life. Your skin gained feeling again, your blood was rushing you could feel your heart betaing. You were alive again!

You were a freshman again, your doctoral work was gone, nobody would believe you. You couldn’t remember anything, unbeknownst to you, the professor known as Dag, has slipped a piece of paper into your clay form. That paper dictated yoir new life, making you a C student, grade A hornball and an above average model. You might get your degree, but you ate much more happy flashing your body for the camera.

Source: tarccisio

My friend Ethan and I went to the pup club just to check it out. For a joke. Like we thought it would be funny.

“First time here?” said the handler at the door. Inside, we could see men naked on all fours, barking and sniffing each other.

“Yeah, just taking a look,” I said.

“Well, we like first timers to wear these,” he said, handing us collars. Ethan and I exchanged a look. Fine, if those are the rules.

We buckled the collars around our necks and headed over to the bar. I was about to order a drink, but when I opened my mouth to talk, a bark came out. Ethan looked at me in surprise and tried to say something, but he barked too.

I began to panic. What was happening to us?

“Relax, pup,” said a voice behind me. I turned to see a tall sexy man with two leashes in his hand. “You need a handler?”

I shook my head and tried to speak, but just woofed and howled instead. Ethan did the same, and when I turned to look at him I saw him hunched over, then he fell to all fours, panting.

I knelt down to check on him, and my mind went all swimmy. Kneeling down felt right … almost. It was close to where I should be. I tentatively put my hand down on the floor, then the other hand, then looked up at him. He was crouching in a similar position on his hands and knees, looking at me in confusion.

I barked softly at him, and he licked my face. That felt soothing. I licked back, and we both felt strong hands at our sides, helping us out of our human clothes. Why were we even wearing clothes at all, I wondered?

There was a click at my neck as someone attached a leash, and then we were free to roam around the club, naked and pulling on our leads, eager to sniff the other pups and make friends and chase balls.

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Source: prefiromachos

I was in the waiting area at the transformation club when I saw him – the intern from work. Oh, fuck, what is he doing here?

“Hey boss!” he waved, grinning at me. He was wearing just a pair of blue briefs, and his dick was already hard in them. “I didn’t know you came here.”

“Don’t call me boss,” I told him. “And don’t tell anyone at work that you saw me.”

“No problem, boss,” he said. “I like to get all jocked-up. What did you sign up to get turned into?”

Oh no. I realized that this situation was about to get even worse. “You can’t call me boss here,“ I said, nervously.

A chime sounded and the TFs began around us. On all sides, men were turning into werewolves, or twinks, or underwear. I looked at the intern, and he was growing thick with muscle. His arms swelled beefy and huge, his shoulders rounding out over a massive chest.

“I’m, uh,” I said, feeling my height start to slip away. “I’m a wolf pup.”

He laughed. “A pup, huh? Maybe you could use a little training.” He laughed, stupidly, and I could tell the jock TF was draining his intelligence.

I had shrunk down to waist height at this point, staring up at his thick body above me. He grabbed his crotch and I whimpered. “I’ll fire you if you –”

“Shut up, pup,” he said. “Down on all fours.”

I fell to my hands and knees – or rather, to my paws, as my body changed and fur grew in.

He reached down and picked me up, lifting me to face height to inspect me. “You know, you’re right,” he said. “I don’t think I will call you boss. Not here, and not ever again.”

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Source: beefy-men

It was surprisingly easy to turn my roommate Bill into a slutty pup. A few pieces of dog food in his cereal was all it took.

“This tastes funny,” he said, after his first few spoonfuls.

“Funny how?” I said.

“Like, kind of coarse,” he said, a confused look on his face.

“Would you say it’s rough?” I asked.

“Rough,” he repeated, frowning down at his bowl. “Rough…ruff?”

He looked back up at me, struggling to understand. His ears started to prickle with fur, stretching up as his nose turned black. He licked it with his longer, flatter tongue.

“What did you just say?” I asked.

“Ruff!” Bill said again. His face started to clear, and he laughed. “Ruff ruff woof!”

His tongue hung out and a smile broke across his face as he panted.

“Who’s a good boy?” I said, and he barked, slipping out of his chair and landing on all fours at my feet. I patted his head, and unzipped my fly to let my dick out. He barked again and started slobbering all over it, then opened wide and took it into his pup mouth.

“What’s going on?” said a voice. I looked over my shoulder to see our other roommate Aaron standing in the doorway. “Did you turn Bill into a pup?”

“He did it to himself,” I said, “didn’t you, boy?”

Bill waggled his butt, and a tail sprouted from his lower back to wag over his ass.

“You know pup spells are contagious, right?” said Aaron.

“Only if you get fucked,” I said. “Right?”

“You tell me,” said Aaron. “Your ears just got pointy.”

I felt the sides of my head, and sure enough, as Bill sucked my ears grew furry and tall.

“Oh shit,” I said.

“That’s rough, man,” Aaron smirked.

“Rough?” I said, licking my nose.

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