dougtfs:

“Were you going to do laundry today?” said my roommate Bill, wandering into the living room in just his underwear. “This is the only clean pair I have left.”

“Ugh, clean?” I said, shielding my face. His body odor was overpowering – the sweaty smell filled the room as soon as he walked in. He must have just come from the gym. “I can’t keep doing your laundry for you dude,” I said.

“Come on, just throw in a few of my things with yours,” he said, picking up some crumpled underwear from the ground as tossing it at me. Instinctively, I caught it, and then regretted it. The stink of his musk filled my face.

“So gross, man,” I said. “No, you gotta clean your own stuff.”

“Or maybe we’ll just stop cleaning altogether,” he said.

What? What was he talking about? The smell of the underwear in my hand was making my head swim. “We can’t … stop …” I said, feeling floaty.

“Smelling dirty isn’t so bad,” he said, staring me down. “You might like it.”

“No, I don’t … come on, man, just clean your, um,” I looked down at his underwear. Why did it smell so strong? It was so weird. I sniffed a bit and felt the stink of his sweaty balls invade my nose. “Just need to wash your…” I couldn’t finish a sentence. The smell was just too powerful. At least, I think it was the smell. I raised his underwear to my face and took a whiff. Oh God, yes, the smell was so strong, so powerful, so intense – I couldn’t think of anything else. I just wanted to be close to it, enveloped in it. I pressed his underwear against my face again and took as deep a breath as I could.

“Good boy,” he said. “You love it.”

“So good,” I murmured, licking the salty sweat from his crumpled briefs.

“Come get it fresh,” he said, yanking down his underwear to let his cock and balls flop out. The musk was like a magnet, and I fell to all fours to crawl to his crotch and bury my face in his damp pubes.

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dougtfs:

After me and my boyfriend spent an entire weekend turned into cavemen, it was kind of hard to get used to being fully human again. Walking upright on two legs felt so strange, and we both missed being covered in hair.

“When can we go back to the devolution resort?” I asked him.

“They have an opening next month,” he said. “But we could always try this home regressor.” He pulled out two bottles of serum that he’d purchased before we left.

“Worth a shot,” I said, grabbing one and taking a swing. Immediately, I felt the familiar devolution effect: my mind clouding over, my body hunching forward, hair racing over my body.

“So hot,” he said as I knuckle-walked over to him.

“You gonna take it too?” I grunted. 

He grinned. “No dude,” he said. “This time, you’re going to be my pet monkey man.”

“Huh?” I grunted. I didn’t get it. I didn’t care. My ears were rounding out, sticking out from my head, my dick was plumping in my boxers, and my toes were stretching and growing more flexible. I scratched my head in confusion and he laughed.

“That’s it, ape boy,” he said. “Now show me that furry ass of yours.”

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mickeybamboo:

New Indiegogo Campaign

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/somysterious-com/


SoMysterious.Com

Welcome Valued Customer! You probably found us from a friend of a friend of a friend’s great uncle Tony. Yeah, that guy, you know the one.

You heard the stories. The rumors. The urban legends. That one specialty shop you can only find on that empty street? Those guys that sell “magical items”? Everything they sell is cursed! They have everything you want…for a price.

So Mysterious is celebrating our latest anniversary by expanding beyond our brimstone and mortar roots and launching our new website! Now you, our valued customers can browse our catalog stock of featured 100% real trinkets that are mysterious, hocus pocus, voodoo, and magic. And of course, it’s all cursed! We at So Mysterious are proud to give you the first pick of magical artifacts from infernal rummage sales, witches’ divorce settlements, defunded pan-dimensional science programs, and other quasi-peculiar suppliers and pass the savings onto you!

Enjoy our selection of specially marked items, complete with all known effects(1). Give them to your enemies, employers, and everyone else! Have that one annoying friend? Roommate? Significant other? Cut them down to size! Deflate egos! Great for pranks and fun at parties!

(1) SoMysterious.com is not responsible for any unknown effects. State taxes and shipping fees do apply. SoMysterious.com is not subject to any national laws since we exist between planes so don’t bother with any planned law suits. If lawsuits do appear your lawyers might find themselves subject to certain items so please let them be aware of what they are getting themselves into. Terms and Conditions may apply.

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About The Project

So, what exactly is SoMysterious.com? It’s only the latest and greatest Transformation Anthology Project from the mind of Mickey Bamboo!

The premise, as the about page shown above explains, deals with the idea of what if that cliched little shop that sells those oh so mysterious cursed items was absolutely for real? What if your average, mediocre belt  made you gain weight every time you loosened it? Or after buying that specialty barbell for your friend, it turned him into a beefy hairy caveman?

The book will begin with two stories, one being a weight gain tale of over 10,000 words, while the other has yet to be decided. With your help we can add more stories to the book.

Thank you for any and all donations, but for those who donate at the higher tiers, you’ll be able to get a specially crafted story included in the anthology. Ever imagine being a huge hairy beefcake? A massive flabby whale, possibly literally? Well here’s your chance!

Check out the terms of service below for rules and conditions.

Goals and Stretch Goals

While we hope to make at least $300 to fund the project, here are our future goals!

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300 dollars funds the project with a two stories.

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500 dollars funds three stories, each of which dealing with a different transformation type.

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600 dollars funds a meta plot, a tale weaving between the other stories, starring the SoMysterious.com owners dealing with an overachieving lawyer. Would include corruption, weight gain, muscle growth, and bearification.

Further stretch goals will be added should we fulfill the current list. If for some reason we cannot reach our target funding, all money will go towards financing the anthology’s main title as well as any custom stories.

About The Author

Mickey is the Co-Author of A New Neighbor with T.F. Wright,  and the author of the two illustrated stories, Corpulent Canine Collectibles and Furry Fractured Fairytales which are all available on Amazon. He has also wrote numerous commissions stories which you can find here.

He is also the co-host of The Wright Stuff, a Transformation themed Podcast with T.F. Wight as well as the head host of Panda Pause, a furry interview Podcast.

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SoMysterious Inc.

The 5th Plane, This Realm

Disclaimer

Book and Stories for Those Over the Age of 18

Reader Discretion advised

Pledge Story Information

• I will e-mail you asking questions about your scene or story

• All stories must start with a human male protagonist

• You can describe the character you wish changed, what transformations you would like, and preferences and details for the change

• Story and scene will be created by the authors

• All donators to the 5 dollar tier and up will receive the book before it arrives on Amazon

• Be sure to read all the rules before requesting a scene to make sure your ideas are doable

• We will be happy to discuss with you any concerns

• We have the right to refuse any idea but will try and work with you to find a suitable compromise

What is Acceptable

• Weight Gain

• Muscle Growth

• Anthro transformation

• Gender Swap

• Mental Changes

• Feral Transformation

• Age Progression/Regression (Regression is limited to 18 Years of Age)

• Mythological Characters

What We Can’t Do (Or Won’t)

• Pedophilia

• Transformations involving people under 18

• Age Regression Under 18

• Beastiality

• Race Changes

• Scat

• Watersports

• Snuff

• Extreme Violence (Gore)

• Incest (Amazon’s Rules)

• Copywritten Characters/Species (I.E. Pokemon/Digimon)

• Rape

• Certain Types of Vore

New logo designed by the awesome @ivybeth!

New Indiegogo Campaign
https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/somysterious-com/

Hey tf fans with any money to spare this is an awesome campaign and you should check it out. Higher level tiers get tf scenes (short stories) or full length stories. I think this is cool and wanted to bring it some attention

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the-golden-opportunity:

One sip, and his pecs jutted out from his chest a little bit more. A second sip, his biceps ballooned out, pushing up and stretching out his shirt sleeves. Third sip, he flipped his hat around without even realizing it. It was on the fourth sip that he got that dumb look on his face. Fifth sip, and he was all mine.

“Flex for me, bro,” I told him.

He put his big arms above his head and put a cocky look on his face.

“Yeah, bro,” I complimented him, “Nice arms.”

He let out a dumb chuckle and continued flexing for himself. He was completely oblivious of his instant muscle growth. All he knew was that he was fuckin’ big now, and he wanted to show it off.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Damn, his voice had gotten so deep and dumb-sounding.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, though,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle that he had continued sipping from. With each sip he took, he was becoming more and more simple-minded. If he kept it up at this pace, I doubted he’d even be able to string a sentence together by the end of the night. 

“This shit is fuckin’ lit, bro,” he slurred, “What the fuck is in this shit?”

“Just a special little serum I invented to help turn you into a dumb, muscular frat bro,” I smiled.

“Huh?” What I had just told him had clearly gone over his head. “Whatever, bro. That sounds like some fuckin’ stupid science shit or somethin’.”

dougtfs:

After we fucked, I gave Troy a few minutes of privacy in the shower before I crept into the bathroom. The new satyrizing shower head I installed would probably be transforming him pretty quickly. But would it change his personality too?

Behind the curtain, I could hear him scrubbing his body.

“I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” I called out.

“Huhhh?” he responded, his voice rougher and guttural. The changes were definitely taking effect. I wanted to peek behind the curtain, but I was afraid I might spook him.

Fortunately, he took the initiative, pushing back the curtain to look at me with dumb, droopy eyes. “Oh, hey ma-a-a-a-a-an,” he bleated. His nose had pushed out ever so slightly like a goat’s muzzle, and he had a wispy goatee that hadn’t been there before.

“You feeling ok?” I smiled.

“So rela-a-a-a-axed, he said, turning back to rub his body down. I could see now that his leg hair, formerly thin and blond, had darkened like thigh-high stockings. I could see the fur thicken and grow shaggier as the water coursed over his body.

“You look good,” I said, rubbing his ass and watching the nub of a tail begin to sprout above his cheeks. 

“Feel good,” he grinned, shaking his head under the spray. His ears flopped out, long and flat. “Wanna join me?”

I did. Climbing into the shower with him, I pressed my body to his, feeling his rapidly swelling dick against my leg.

We’d better make the most of this shower, I thought. It’s the last one we’ll ever take, since after we’re changed fully into satyrs we’ll spend all our time fucking and coming and sweating and getting dirtier and muskier by the day.

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dougtfs:

I didn’t mean to turn my roommate into a mindless muscle drone. I just forgot to wash my hands after working on the nanobot project at the lab, and when I came home, I saw his workout pants on the ground and picked them up. I guess I transferred some of the nanobots to the fabric.

The next day, I saw him wearing the green shorts with a blank look on his face. “You okay?” I asked.

“All systems normal,” he said robotically.

“Were you going to the gym?” I asked.

He turned to look at me. “Unnecessary,” he said. “Initiate football team installation.”

As I watched, his body suddenly bulked and swelled with muscle, his arms and chest inflating like balloons before my eyes. He grew several inches as his body bulked, becoming a towering hunk.

“Oh shit,” I gasped, realizing the nanobots were in his system.

“Program complete,” he said. “Begin user review.”

He lifted his shirt so I could see his perfectly lean, sculpted body.

“Uh, looks good,” I said, trying to remember any of the verbal commands the nanobots had been programmed with.

“Initiating propagation,” he said, stepping toward me.

“Oh shit no!” I said, backing up. But I was too late. In two strides, he had me backed up against the wall, his arms pinning me as he leaned in for a kiss. I struggled, but he held my head in place as his tongue entered my mouth. It felt warm, tingly, and I could feel his saliva in my throat. I was infected.

“Fuck, I gotta disable these things,” I said, feeling the prickle of the nanobots entering my blood stream.

“Access denied,” said my roommate. “Initiate mascot installation.”

Mascot? Oh fuck. Instead of becoming a jock, I was about to be transformed into the school mascot. Just my luck that our mascot was a donkey.

“Dude, snap out of it!” I said, as I felt my body tingle with the tiny nanobots. “You gotta let meeeeeHAW go!”

“Access denied,” he said, pulling off my shirt. My chest was already darkening with brown fur.

“HAW!” I brayed. Fuck, I couldn’t stop. “HEE AWW! Fuck, man, you gotta get meeeeHAW to the lab!”

“Access denied,” he said, ripping off my pants. A tail swished over my ass – MY tail.

“HAWWW!” I brayed. “HAWWW!” I was in a panic. But why? What was going on? Didn’t we have a game coming up? I just needed to get out there and entertain the crowd. And also spread these nanobots. Yeah, that’s my job. Hawwwww.

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nextgenboy:

You are becoming a blank slate. You were dared to put on the uniform by the football team manager. You absorb everything he tells you. A new identity, a new name, new hobbies and interests and a new outlook on life. You throw away your old life and everything that once worried you. That includes your intelligence. Throw it all away. Ignorance is bliss. Bliss is football.

dougtfs:

I was new to hypnosis and needed a subject to practice on, and my roommate Brody volunteered.

“You’re not gonna doing anything weird, are you?” he said. He’d just come back from work and was wearing his mechanic’s overalls, smelling of sweat and grease.

“Nope, just relaxing,” I said, holding a sparkling crystal in front of him. “Just focus on the crystal and relax.”

“Relax,” he agreed, his eyes drooping. Was it working?

“You’re getting tired and cozy,” I told him.

“It feels so goooood,” he murmured. “Ohhh, man, can you make me feel stoned?”

“Yes, you’re feeling the most intense high of your life,” I told him. “You’re forgetting everything.”

“Forgetting?” he said, smiling at me and slowly scratching his head. I could smell the sweaty musk of his uniform when he raised his arm. “I like forgetting,” he said. “I guess. Feels good. So dumb.”

“So calm and serene,” I said. “No worries, no thoughts. Just a dumb happy slave.”

He giggled stupidly. “A slave? Uhhh okay,” he said. “Can I be your slave? I like you.”

I wasn’t expecting that. “Sure,” I said. “You’re mine. All mine.”

“Yeahhhh,” he sighed, unbuttoning his uniform and sliding a hand inside to rub his dick. Oh my God, this was turning him on! I should probably stop it.

“And now you’re waking up,” I said.

“No man,” he sighed. “I’m still fucking stoned. So dumb. Your slave. Your fucking muscle toy.” He started pulling off his uniform to show me his fit, hairy body.

“Wake up, Brody,” I said.

“No Brody,” he said, still undressing in a foggy trance. “Just two sloppy sluts, you and me.”

“Brody!” I said, holding the shiny crystal closer. “Wake up!”

He smiled lazily, pulling off his uniform to stand before me in his underwear.

“Gimme that,” he said, grabbing the crystal from me. Shit! I tried to yank it back from him but he waved it in front of my face and suddenly I felt so heavy and tired.

“Brody … don’t …” I said.

“Don’t worry, man,” he said, waving it back and forth. “I’m your slave. And you’re my handler.”

“I’m your … yeah,” I said. That sounded correct. I was in charge here, for sure.

“You’re the boss,” he said. “You take care of me.”

“You’re mine,” I agreed. “I own you.”

“Us two, we just fuck and work out and fuck,” he said.

“I’m gonna hit your ass so hard,” I told him. “Then we’re gonna get huge.”

“Yes sir,” he smiled. “I’m all yours to fuck with.”

“Come here, slave,” I said, grabbing him roughly and pressing my mouth against his, kissing him deeply and wetly. He dropped the crystal and my mind clouded over, the two of us reeling backwards.

Brody shook his head.

“What … what happened?” he asked.

“I, um, hypnotized you,” I told him. I really couldn’t remember, though. What had I done? What happened to my memories of the last few minutes?

“Oh yeah?” Brody said, rubbing his head. He smelled intensely of sweat, his nearly-naked body glistening before me. God, I was so lucky to have a slave like him.

“Yeah, you were totally under,” I lied.

Brody shrugged. “I dunno why you need hypno,” he said. “You know I’ll do anything you say.”

I smiled. He was always so obedient. “Good boy,” I said. “You ready to head to the gym?”

He grinned and grabbed his dick. “I’m always ready, sir,” he said. Then he reached over to grab mine, which was already hard in my pants. “And I’m always ready for what comes after.”

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jockboy23:

Hey man, Coach told me to come over here and get u all setup for camp.  Your first time here bro?  Yeah, u look like u need a little more football in ya…your friends not gonna recognize you after you’re done training on the d-line with us man.  You see dis chest?  Yeah, you gonna get one like it…

Come over here man and let us get ur compression on that scrawny bod of yours, can’t start changin u up too soon.  Shit man, you see what I got for you? Fucking number 712…here put on your camp tee man.  Feel it get tight….we gonna be fuckin bros now stud!

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