Hello, and welcome to the Thomas Gungy Foundation for Transformation. How may I help you? Do you have a form? Oh, how quaint! I haven’t handled one of these in a while. I’ll just take that off your hands then.
Hm, it says here that you want more confidence in yourself. You lack a certain pride in your sexuality? It’s understandable. While the rest of the world is so ready to let their “freak flags fly,” it can all be a tad intimidating for the more quiet types.
Why don’t we see if we can’t fix that?
This is a newer product of ours: the pride flag. I realize that it isn’t really a perfectly original idea, but the Foundation is always more about the twist than the sole commodity. Why don’t you give it a try and see what what happens? Pick it up. Give it a twirl!
Now, the purpose of any flag is the meaning behind it. The reason a white flag is a symbol of surrender is because it is the opposite of what a flag should be. It holds no meaning and waits for new values to be stained into unaligned skin. Did I say you could stop waving? If you want get results you should really keep going.
This flag is very special as it waves you more than you wave it. Like the white flag, you complain about having no pride, so this flag is designed to dye you a new shade. Do you notice how the flag is getting bigger with each wave? Think of it as you merging with the flag. Why aren’t you affected? Ha! Forget the flag. Look at yourself! You’re the hottest twink in the room! Granted, I’m the only one here, but you’d give at least half of the cock suckers in the Twinkiary a run for their money!
But that’s not all is it? You’re gay aren’t you? Why aren’t you yelling it? Why aren’t you hitting on me? Be open! Be brash! See how easy it is? Sure I’ll say no, but you know that I’m missing out. You know you’re the hottest twink in the world despite what I say. Anyone who shuns you is a fool, and any man who doesn’t want to fuck you at first sight is a complete moron!
You just want to run out in the streets in barely nothing, don’t you? Well go on! Pick up some stuff in the gift shop and run out there! Just come back tonight so I can set you up for a night of hard fucking. Oh, and grab a water bottle. It’s hot out there.
Hello, miss? Um, I don’t know how to put this delicately, but I don’t know if you’ll find what your looking for here. You see, we mostly cater to… your a guy? Oh, you’re transgendered! In that case, I am very pleased to greet you. You are the first man in a woman’s figure who has ever came through the door of this building, though I must admit that you aren’t the only one in it. Ha!
Are you here for anything in particular then? You have a form? Thank you! My, it is so rarely that we ever see that female box checked under “physical gender.” Now, I see here that you are looking for a you to experience the pleasure that is the male appendage. I can tell you from experience that you are in for a treat.
Come with me!
This is our Football Field of Masculine Dreams. I know it’s a bit of a lengthy title and that the Field of Dreams is a movie about baseball, but the scientists who know even less about football than I do named it. Why are we here then? We are here because gender is mostly about stereotypes, and nothing is more masculine than a football.
Here, catch! Good one! Now throw it back to me. Alright! What? No, you don’t need gloves. Real men don’t need gloves. I’m gay. I don’t count, but you need to be stronger than that. You need to be tough and masculine. You need to not only stand the pain of the football hitting you hand but love it as well.
You might want to try on those pads over there though. The football pads? They’re over there. Well, don’t be shy! Take off your clothes and try them on. Trust me, not only have I seen plenty of bare bodies, but I won’t be interested in yours until we’re finished here. See, it fits you better naked anyway. Do you feel that warm masculine feeling? Good! Hold onto that while we toss the pigskin.
Isn’t it interesting how with every throw it gets easier and easier to grab the ball? It’s like you’re becoming more in-tune with your masculine side, like you’ve been traditionally throwing the ball and catching it with Dad and the guys for years. Your boobs aren’t in the way of your arms, so they can move faster now. Your hard cock slaps against your bare thigh however, and that is a tad awkward. Maybe you should relieve it.
Go ahead and take a break now. I big guy like you can go forever without getting tired because your to stupid to know otherwise, but I’m telling you that especially a dumb, stereotypical man like you is subject to his needs. Come over here by the canopy and just feel your cock. Feel the pleasure as you calloused manly hand strokes it. It practically does it by itself, but that’s what being a man is: letting his body control his mind.
As you stroke yourself, you realize that it’s so nice to know that other people do the thinking for you. The people who care for you know how to make you feel best, and the Foundation makes you feel very good. They gave you that fun cock after all, so if we give you to a bottom boy who uses you as a living sex doll to use that would be alright be you. We’re just making you feel good, and that makes you feel even better.
I’ll have the guards take your first bottom in a bit then. Enjoy!
“I am a nerd who lives to read, though I have always been interested in nerd-to-jock, human to partially-human (like centaur, triton. satyr, and minotaur) and race transformation stories.” – @goodjockboi
Ah, a mythology nerd, are we? Don’t take that the wrong way! I love a good old world fantasy story myself. In fact, we at the Foundation created an entire program around the concept. Let’s take a stroll on down there, shall we?
This is Taurean. He’s a bit hard to understand, but he’s okay once you get to know him. He’s actually the guardian of the Forest’s gateway, aren’t you big guy? No, how about we take a step back there buddy. Taurean here has a bit of a condition. If he gets close enough to smell you he get’s a hankering for you as well.
He can’t really control it, so we give him a pass. He doesn’t really do much to stop either though, do ya’? Oh, don’t be like that. You know I’m coming back later anyway. I’ll even have that little red member you like to see me in.
We better get a move on now. I can see big guy’s loincloth tenting already, and if we wait much longer you’ll be left waiting for at least another two hours…
This is the Forest. Pretty amazing, right? We have all sorts of people down here with a fully self-sustained medieval environment. You can’t even see the roof, can you? We often tell the Disney Imagineers that they can eat their hearts out.
Hey Wiley! That’s Wiley, our resident trickster satyr. He used to be a office worker by the name of George, I believe, but we always try to give people with new identities new names. I mean, before he was nice but depressed due to how little he felt he was doing with his life. He came to us after a string psychologist, asking for an answer they couldn’t provide.
He told us about his love of fantastical creatures, and look at him now! Granted, he is a complete trickster and party animal that enjoys urinating on things just a little too much now, but that’s why he has one of our guards with him at all times. This here is Jim, Wiley’s main guard. Don’t tell him I told you, but I have my suspicions about why he often smells like a public restroom.
They’ve actually grown quite close as of late. Maybe Wiley needs another one of his kind…
Saiyan Tubes Amazing doodle comic that the wonderful Furii sent me. We were talking about the fantasy of saiyans from dragonball Z converting humans into buff saiyan men. So happy with how this looks, thanks for doodling me buddy!!!
I have REALLY been in a saiyan mood lately so this is perfect
Silly boy. The subliminals in the music are wiping his mind clean. They are also making him feel more uncomfortable wearing any kind of clothing. He will make the perfect naked plaything for his new master.
He used to be such a nerd in high school; skinny, pale and loved to read. But when it was time to go to college, he moved into his freshman dorm and found out that his roommate was a total meatheaded jock on the colleges wrestling team. This was such a disappointment, as he’d hoped to be able to have a roommate he could have conversations with.
He got over his disappointment and kept on with his classwork. One day he had come back to the dorm after a long math test and had notice his roommate wasn’t there. He saw a camera on the table of the main room. He remembered his roommate was in a photography class, some bird course that jocks usually take so that it’s easy to get an A or a B. Out of curiosity he picked up the camera and went into his room and took a picture in his mirror. The camera was empty, it looked like.
He felt good when he took the picture, so he took another, not noticing his room changing each time… getting messier, more in disarray. He didn’t notice it even when he himself started to change. His blond hair got messy and started to stick up. A scruffy beard grew in, his muscles got bigger, he had pecs and started to develop the beginnings of a six pack. He let out a dumb guffaw as his knowledge flowed out of his head, only to be replaced with sports knowledge. He now knew some stuff about football and baseball, but mostly about wrestling. Real college wrestling. not that fake WWE crap. He knew all the workouts he’d have to routinely do as a few dumbbells materialized in his room.
His new, duller face suddenly became focused once he took his shirt off and wanted to get just the right pic of himself. That’s when his roommate walked in. “Hey bro, hope you don’t mind, I’m takin some pics with your camera, huhuhuh” he laughed as anything left of the old him faded right out of his mind.
“Naw bro it’s cool. Hey flex with me in the next one!” This roommate was really going to work out great, he thought.
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