Thank you for your application! Here at the Thomas Gungy Foundation for Transformation, or the T.G.F.T. for short, we promise a transformation that you can always enjoy. Now, let’s look at your application.
You’re gay. That’s good. We encourage homosexual patronage. You’re also asexual. That’s great! We can certainly work with that. Oh, was this a mistake? Right here. You signed for a discount surplus change. It wasn’t? You are aware that that means you will be changed to whatever we have an overabundance of, correct? Oh, you’re a risk taker! Well, we at the Foundation for Transformation always love a costumer that is willing to take a risk. In that case, just sign again here, and put your initials here.
Okay, feel free to put on your goggles now, and I’ll find out what’s on the menu for you today. Ah ha! As of today our slowest seller is the neanderthal package, mostly due to the anti-evolution debates it brings out in party conversation, but I imagine you’ll be too much of a party animal to worry about such things as talking. In fact, I suspect that you won’t much of any verbalizing outside of grunts and Tarzan speak after this.
Now don’t be alarmed. Your wide eyes tell a story I have seen many times before, but you shouldn’t worry for three reasons: one, after you become the big, hairy brute that you are now destined to destined to turn into you will realize that the change really isn’t half bad; two, you signed a legally binding agreement with us, and even if you could get the goggles off at this point, we would be legally obligated to have our security staff force you into one of our less pleasant transformation chambers.
Finally, as we have been talking you have been understanding less and less of what I have said. Your muscles have been increasing rapidly while your intelligence has been diminishing. You didn’t notice as the staff removed your clothes and put you into a more fitting attire. You can try to struggle now, but I’m afraid you’re a little late at this point. The goggles have been running the entire time we’ve been chatting. You’re a regular Fred Flintstone at this point.
Oh, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t get references at this point would you. Here, I’ll try to use small words to help. You still gay, but you want more bang-bang now. You no not bang-bang. We’ll bring you to more of your kind, or rather, white coat men take you to more bang-bang. Give white coat man goggles. No! No bang-bang white coat men!
Oh buddy!!! You know I love me some silliness. Jim Jam want Bang Bang. If you are not following Tomgungy you should definitely go check him out!! I have been feeling devolution, monkeys and neanderthal transformation quite a bit lately.
Mr Hares you are inpatient now aren’t you? You should know more than most that change can happen at any point and in the strangest of ways. for example, the hood upon your head, you know the one. Yes the pup one, you don’t remember putting it on but there it is, snug and tight like always. Your pup mode starts but I am not finished. Let’s change the body for sec, I mean we have to get the clients ready right? hmm how about this?
Ah yea, you seemed to like it, I mean you did send me this selfish immediately afterwards, don’t you remember? Maybe its all that pup space right? well then just take the mask off, it should be easy enough right? oh its stuck? that can’t be right can it? I mean pups don’t have masks…just faces. Look again pup, whose that other doggy in the mirror? is it you? That’s right, good boy. You seem to have forgot how strong pup space can be didn’t you.
A week later and you are still strolling pasting me when I get home, like a little lost puppy, begging for attention. Ok but you know I have work.
Don’t look at me like that boy…oh ok maybe a little game of fetch around the room…you remember fetch right boy? good wage that tail boy…you remember the tail right? you do? good boy now let me get you some food, I mean you can’t open anything with those paws….you remember the paws right? of course you do, you are such a good boy. Now lets get you to the pet store, now the change is complete those clients are going to want to see you. Don’t worry, I will be right there with you, we can show them the tricks you have learned. Aww good boy, you wants belly rubs? Let me grab and your lead and we will go.
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If you concentrate real hard you can almost remember who you used to be, but its harder every time with the sunlight draped over your skin and the fresh tickle of grass underneath you, the hot breath of the light wind against your face. Its almost like every time you close your eyes you feel your muscles growing. The more sunlight you can get on your skin the more the muscles grow. You start wearing less and less, youre excited to wear less and less. At first it was shorter sleeves, tighter against your growing biceps. Then it was sleeveless shirts, cut off right at the top of the shoulder, then it was tank tops, then one day you just felt it, felt it right in your middle, just yanked out the scissors in a frenzy of no-thought action, almost attacked that red t-shirt you hadn’t worn in forever, sliced the sleeves right off, and then went even further, carved two big holes right down the sides of the shirt. “Natural air conditioning,” you shrugged to your gawking friends as they made fun of you. “It’s hot.” It isn’t an excuse not for you.
And how long has it been since you wore anything but compression shorts, you cant even remember can you. Anything else would just feel weird, boxers – why even bother? Oh yeah that sunlight on your skin. You spend so much more time outside now that you joined the local baseball team, you dont really have any time for the friends you used to hangout with, and they werent any good for you anyway. Drinking too much, smoking too much, so fuckin negative all the time. Theyll get old glued to their barstools blinking in the afternoon through a haze of drunk and pot while youve been up since sunrise, pumping at the gym, swinging on the field, maybe havin a beer or two with your new friends, yes your new friends, the ones who clap you on your shoulders and exclaim at how much your bodys changed since you started training with your trainer and man how glad they are you joined the team, youre just fuckin dominating the game, bro, and it just fills you with this golden feeling like the sunlight draping over your skin and the warmth pressing down on the crown of your head, pressing down on your ballcap that you never seem to take off – team loyalty you know – and before you know it, your life has totally changed, maybe not in the blink of an eye but you almost didnt notice it happening, and now it’s already happened and here you are in the sunlight and it just feels SO FUCKING GOOD you cant help but clench a fist and flex your bicep and grin grin so fuckin big that it splits your face in two and time rushes by and you hear your bros callin your name from the dugout.
It might just be a fantasy now but it won’t be. You’ll see. It happens so fast if you just get on the train. You dont get off because the doors close too fast and you’re just havin too much fuckin fun as your body changes and your mind changes and your life changes and everything just becomes so much … clearer, like the sun comin out from behind the clouds, hitting your closed eyes, glittering and dazzling, paralyzing your brain and invigorating your muscles … yeah, you’ll see. It aint just a fantasy. Its the future.
Deane was walking down the beach just searching for sand dollars to being home and paint. Then he found an awesome surfboard and nobody was around so he thought he’d take it back to the house. He was trying to lift the board and each time he felt stronger and stronger gaining muscles in his arms and legs. He lifted the board over his head and felt his back and chest get really buffed up. Smiling as he finally was able to carry the board he started to think of all the hot guys in the surf competition next week and getting cocky his briefs felt tight as he gets a boner. His mind being turned into a pot loving surfer who wouldn’t mind spending the surf competition money in some joints. Deane laughs “huhuhuhuh” as he puts the surfboard upright into the sand and stand proudly looking off at the beach. “Tomorrow is gonna be so awesome bro!” he fist bumps and grabs his surfboard again ready to ride the waves and of course plow his boyfriend and show him who’s top.
My boyfriend told me our car was having problems and he always asks me even though I work on planes. Haha silly boy but I promised him I’d fix things that were broken for him so I went to the garage and looked under the hood to see what was wrong. He said it was something with the engine not starting so I tried to start it a couple times but nothing happened. So I looked and noticed there was a wire that unhooked itself so I grabbed it to plug it in then got zapped right when it went in and I jerked my hand away yelling out in pain. Damn that was a shock I rubbed my hand where it hurt and noticed it was bigger than my other hand like it had swelled up or something. I rub my hand and notice it doesn’t hurt anymore but I feel like I need to fix the car so I lean over the front and reach over knowing what’s wrong with the car. My ass swells up into a bubble butt and my gut shrinks to become some nice abs as my mind is still focused on the car. I start to think about my boyfriend in just a jockstrap cleaning the car as I get hard and feel my dick grow to 8 inches long and thick too. I moan as I feel my legs and arms gain muscle with my feet growing to a size 13 cracking a popping I get taller about 6 feet talk now with that last growth spurt I fix the engine and sit in the seat to start it up and I smile. “She purrs so nice and now I can get some hot ass action from Deane tonight.” I rub my crotch. “I’m his hot grease monkey.”
Poor Deane he’s so confused right now. He used to be a wimpy little nerd til I locked him in the locker room with me for Coach’s training plan. Deane was ready to leave for home but I locked the door and pushed him to the floor pinning him while taking my used jockstrap and stuffing it in his pants. He was whining how gross, wet, and warm it was then I lifted the band of his pants up to see his underwear was gone and my jockstrap was in it’s place with a big pouch hehe. I rubbed his crotch as his dick grew to almost 10 inches long and thick like a coke can. He’s getting there as I took off his shoes and put my wrestling high tops also sweaty and warm on his sockless feet. He was moaning so much as his muscles grew to be big but not as big as mine and his hair grew a bit long. So close to finishing he was smiling big and dumb as his mind knew only to fuck and wrestle then he came so much as his old mind and old self faded away. He called me bro and told me we had to get to the match and as I wrestled him he got a boner then lost cause he was distracted by it. I went over to him and said “Bro see what happens when you wrestle your teammate? You get a boner and get distracted then lose the match haha. Come on I gotta let the coach know we have the school nerd on our team now.” So Deane followed me to the coach’s office and signed up for wrestling.
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