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It was just supposed to be for a fun small party at first. Matthew was dressing as a frat boy ‘ironically’ to give all his hipster college friends a good laugh. He wore a tank top with a brew company logo and a pair of jeans and completed it all with a backwards SnapBack. However, once the bright red hat was on his head it locked on and started turning, cranking out all his brain cells. His proud hipster beard and body hair vanished and so did his shirt as his muscles pumped up and features became chiseled and overly macho. His hair turned blond and shortened a bit under the cap and a name brand watch appeared on his wrist. A chain necklace appeared around his neck, feeling cool against his bare chest. He flexed in the mirror unable to resist admiring himself. Any knowledge he had getting drained in place of sports, beer, and working out. Soon all he would care about is flexing and beer pong. “Huhuhuh” laughed the new Matt, on his way to an entirely different, bigger party…

Anthony was a marine biology student, very interested in it but was expecting it to be more research based so he was surprised that he needed to go to the beach and do a field collection for a project. It was full of dumb surfers that he couldn’t stand. Afraid of ruining his expensive preppy clothes he went to the nearest surf shack and saw some bright red boardies, buying them, seeing as he had no choice. But the moment he put them on something changed. He felt a sharp pain in his head as college, most of high school, science, comic books, basically all his knowledge was being sucked into the bright red shorts where it vanished forever as a healthy tan spread over his body. Muscles rippled across his arms legs and smooth chest and his hair becoming messy and floppy, giving him an ideal beach bum look. The new Tony flashed a perfect white toothed, dumb smile and raced towards the simple joy of the water.

realhankmccoy:

It was summer vacation of freshman year and I was home from college with my fam in North Carolina.  I went up to Dartmouth and was learnin all sorts of shit – New Hampshire’s a pretty libertarian state, I mean they don’t pay taxes, but also lots of liberals.  I was always well behaved, a good reader, kinda bookish, smart enough to know that studying was my way out of a small town.

Well of course I got caught up in what I was being taught in school and became a cultural critic and political salvationist like they all are.  So I smarted off to my conservative dad that summer trying to show off what I’d learned.  Big mistake. We had it out and argued for a month – I knew I was right.  He even slapped me at one point after pinning me to the floor, and the next damn day after that he pulled me from school, said he wouldn’t pay for it anymore, and drove me right down to the ROTC and made me sign off.

No more liberal in the making for me.  Sayonara to Shakespeare and Camus – suddenly I’m sleeping in dorms, lickin boots and doing pushups.  I cried a lot at first, complained and wrote letters, but pretty soon it starts taking effect and my body starts changing from boot camp.

Like my t-shirts start feeling snug, and before I know it they don’t even fit right anymore – one time I tried to pull one on and I ripped the sleeve off.  The guy on the bunk next to me, he tosses me a medium and suddenly I’m wearing a medium.  I’m now a medium, I think, dazed.  Only they don’t let up.  They work me all summer with physical labor and more of the facile – I think that’s what I called it – instructions from my drill sergeant that are just meant to build you up.  I’m still wishing I were at Dartmouth pursuing my dreams when, by the end of the quarter, even a medium doesn’t fit me so well.  I can see my pecs pushing out against it, the seams tight on my shoulder – and before you know it I’m a fucking large.  Holy shit, I’m a fuckin large.  I’m turning into a muscle dude or somethin.

Hardly even recognize myself with the high and tight.  Getting so vascular, I can’t help but take in what all this exercise is doing to me.  They’ve always got me working up a sweat and showering it off, I’m hungry all the time.  Hair even starts sproutin up on my abs and across my chest before I hardly even realize it’s growin in.  Never had any before all the constant working out jacked my T and made my hormones run wild.  My legs got hairier, too.  My lower legs did for sure, and never really had any hair on my thighs before at all.  Now I do.

They got this new recruit across the bunk from me now just this morning and he says he doesn’t think he wants to be here.  I start telling him, dude, I know what you’re goin through, I’m not supposed to either as I wipe my brow with a towel.  He goes “yeah but you got the body for it, I don’t”.

“Yeah?” I say, kind of feeling cool that he’s impressed with this.  I flex for him and smirk a little, friendly though.  "You think I’m getting there?“

I end up pattin him on the back tellin him he’ll do great, that I was his size when I started, and then I go hit the showers.  They got a mirror in the bunker back where they store a lot of dry goods so I go check myself out.  Holy shit.  I gotta flex for this – it’s like I really like this, maybe.  I mean I’m undeniably more handsome.  Took some getting used to, for sure.  But by the end of the year I’m actually comfortable walking around without a shirt on.  What’s more, I kinda love doing that, just kind of casually to show off and enjoy the fresh air.

I go home on the next summer break and I even walk around downtown in a tank top or go jogging shirtless every morning just to keep it up.  Only thing is my hormones are fuckin out of control, like pent up, I haven’t had time to get started with a girlfriend at camp or anything like that, and haven’t really been wanting to, honestly.  So one night I get drunk and before you know it me and this local punk – some nobody with a mohawk – I don’t know, he’s cocky and different and fun to argue with because he thinks he can give me shit or knows me.  Something about that attracts me, so I take him back to my dad’s barn after I promise to drive him home and end up making out with him in his har.  Anyhow I get him to the barn with the lights off in my car so nobody hears and fuck the shit out of him right in the straw.  Like I pump that ass so full of cum.  He’s a muscular little punk too, scrawny but must work out a bunch.  I make him swear to God not to tell anyone and he’s fine with it, like yeah, he fuckin loves it, I figure I can trust him or nobody would ever believe it anyway, not like he knows my last name.  I give him this sloppy kiss goodbye – sick, right – and smack him on the ass and tell him maybe again sometime if he sees me out.

Fuck, only thing is I’m craving sex again like almost the next day already.  That was so hot last night.  Can’t let my parents find out, but fuck!  It felt so good.  I wish there were more gay football players or just regular dudes.  Sometimes when I jog through the town in the morning I see other runners and check out their asses.  Just want to hook up with a hot jock almost every morning, now, but haven’t had the change.  I think I admitted to myself I’m gay, though I’d never call it that.  Sometimes I have to beat off in front of a mirror and am even gettin in to twistin my own nipples and finger fuckin myself, but I gotta butch look and make it hot, I’m not some weirdo about it.

When I’m back on the base I’m gonna try and see if there’s any guys who swing my way.  I really want to bang with a jock this summer first, though.  When I’m out of recruitment for good I can go off base and do that all the time but I gotta get ready to go back soon so there isn’t much time left in the summer.  Fuckin in love with my body, dudes.  So glad they got me away from being a smartmouthed wimp.  I never was this horny before they sent me to bootcamp, so I guess it backfired on them, probably would have stayed in the closed too. Just wouldn’t have been as compelled to have to start busting this nut.  I totally didn’t plan it in that bar or even going, but couldn’t help myself almost, you know?  Plus look at me, it’s like my whole body is meant to get it on.

Can’t help feelin this way, my hormones are just way stronger than when I was in college.  I think about pecs, bis, ass, scruff on a dude constantly now.  Kinda don’t know how I’m gonna keep it in check.

Source: realhankmccoy

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Alex was a fat nerd. At least that’s what people always called him, even in college where one would think people would start getting more mature. He was into computer science and Xbox and was rarely outside leaving him pale and fat. Very eager to skip any health food to snack on some chips and chocolate when pulling all nighters, either studying or playing WoW. He hated sports but his school had a lot of pride revolving around it, and a lot of his classmates were into it and to be honest he felt left out.

One day, perhaps out of curiosity and boredom more then anything he decided to go to a NFL game being played in a field in the area, just to try to understand what all the hype was about. He went and tried to get into it, buying sodas and food and trying to follow what was going on but he had a rough time. He watched for what felt like hours and couldn’t grasp the barbaric game. He thought he understood the rules or at least the gist of them but it seemed like there were exceptions. It looked more like a game of “try to kill whoever is holding the ball.” At the end he also felt compelled to buy a pair of athletic shorts from a stand on the way out, trying to embrace the experience.

He went home feeling like he had just wasted a lot of time, but a part of him wanting to go back. Out of curiosity he changed into the shorts he had just bought and looked in the mirror. He got the thought that he looked good, even though the shorts didn’t really change anything at first.

But after a few minutes he noticed his thighs and ass started to firm up with muscle. That went down to his calves and up into his torso, the muscle spreading. He watched amazed as his fat stomach shrieked away as a set of strong and started to pop out. His man boobs shrunk and firmed up into large meaty pecs, and he kept looking feeling a mixture of confusion and pride at all that was happening. His shoulders got broader and his arms beefed up to the point were some veins were piping out. His shirt got ripped and tore off due to all these muscles. His skin started to get tan as a thick pelt of dark hair, almost fur like, started to cover his chest. His eyes turned green as his face got more masculine and a very thick beard sprouted from his skin.

A hat appeared on his head and he felt a sharp pain as his mind started to drain and get weaker. He started losing all the gaming info and the school knowledge but started to finally understand the football game he had gone to. He filled with pride and strength and a beastly need to tackle and fight and watch sports! He jumped online to get tickets to more games nearby and couldn’t wait to go to practice for his schools football team!

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Cocky skater wearing only sneakers

TF STORY

Daniel was a typical high-school loner geek. Brad and his band of jocks always made a point to make fun of poor Daniel at every opportunity. Walking back from school one day, his underwear still rising up his butt crack from the day’s wedgie, Daniel found a pair of skate shoes placed neatly on the sidewalk. It almost seemed like they were put there for him to find.

Arriving home, Daniel ran to his room and pulled the new shoes out of his backpack. Holding the sneakers in his hands, he almost felt like the shoes were calling out to him. In a slight craze, Daniel ripped off his normal tennis shoes and tried the sneakers. The black skate shoes had to have been at least 4 size too big, Daniel calculated. Standing up, he felt ridiculous wearing the obviously too-large shoes, but he didn’t consider taking them off. Even if for just a few minutes, he would wear these cool shoes and pretend to be “one of the guys.”

Feeling a creak in his shoulder, Daniel stood in the outlandishly large shoes and began to stretch casually. Grabbing his left arm, he started to twist his slender frame before stopping before stopping abruptly. His muscles were pulsing, growing slowly. He took stock of his limbs; from his legs to his neck, he seemed to be swelling all over.

With each soft pulse, a wave of pleasure enveloped him. “What’s happening to me,” he asked no one. His clothes began to strain under his new mass and he struggled to strip, but the warming of his extremities limited his movement and clouded his head. Soon enough, his previously tight polo and jeans ripped and fell off of his frame.

“I…I…feel weird. What…happening…to me,” he muttered, Daniel’s voice losing its sense of intelligence, “Fucken, I’m getting big, man.”

The pleasurable heat caused Daniel to fall to the ground, his tattered clothes pinned by his large, toned body. His entire body grew and tightened. He grew to from the average 5’7” to an impressive 6”3 and his throbbing dick grew to match. He clumsily grabbed his member and was almost paralyzed by the passion it exuded.

Slightly hazy, he tried to remember what he was doing almost completely naked on his floor.

“My name is Dani—D—Dude, I’m fuckin Danny, dude, duh.” The reborn Danny’s memory began to come back. Danny was a skater to his core. When he wasn’t sleeping in class, he was skating. He practically never took off his lucky shoes (he even slept in them!).

Looking at his naked body laying on the ground, “Oh, I must have been jackin it.” He enthusiastically grabbed his member with both hands and began masturbating. His mind filled with images of his sexy skating friends. He was particularly enamored with the image of his best buddy Jerrod. Memories of a particular night were revealed. They were at Jerrod’s house, it was late, they were naked, and…

“Shit, why was I doing this alone? I can’t believe I forgot about my Rod.”

Danny couldn’t pick up the phone and dial his own little Rod fast enough.

And his transformation is complete as he twists his cap backwards just like his two friends. You’d never know they started out as 4.0 college students celebrating graduation by going boating in Florida. The boat they rented had a few caps to block the sun and something called “Bro Beer” on it. They shrugged and put the hats on and drink. Their chests barreled out and their skin got tan. They threw their glasses in the lake since they didn’t need them anymore. Then the mental changes came as one by one they twisted their caps. The one in the middle was resistant but he too gave in