I don’t usually do transformations, I like something with a bit more of a plot; but I’ll give it a shot…
Story Request – Nerd to Surfer
As you headed to the beach, your greasy hair getting beaten by the sea winds, you noticed a long board sitting straight up out of the sand, no one around in sight. As you got closer to it you feel a calling. Moving closer you feel you need to touch it.
Reaching out towards the board, your puny arm shaking, you let your fingers graze it gently when the board begins to glow. As you try to pull your fingers away you notice they are stuck and your palm gets pulled right onto the surface of the board.
The glow begins to travel from the board up your hand as it travels up your arm. It feels strange, yet unusually erotic at the same time as you let a moan escape your mouth. Your forearm begins to thicken followed by your bicep as it begins to expand and bulge with muscle.
The light traveling to your upper body and down to your lower as the light begins to fill your very core. Your pecs erupting outward from your flat chest as hair sprouts across the thick pillows of flesh. Your abdominal area begins to become sculpted as an adonis belt forms leading down to your covered lower body.
The light traveling through your other arm. Your bicep expanding in size to match the already sculpted left arm. A tattoo burning into your skin as the light pushes its way to your forearm as well.
While all this is going on, your face is being remolded as your nose becomes a bit more crooked from all the injuries you’ve taken in your Surfing carreer. Your cheeks and chin become a perfect jaw as stubble begins to form and the hair grows and grows, filling out to a rugged beard across your face. Your greasy hair becomes slick wet, and starts to shorten into one more managable for your new love of the waves.
Your thighs and calves thickening slowly as your cock inches its way down your wetsuit, giving you a nice bulge that will make all your nerd buddies jealous.
Nerd buddies, what nerd buddies. Your a surfer bro now… The changes come to a halt, as you pull the board up under your hairy pit, spotting your buddies across the beach you make your way towards them. It’s time to surf…
My father told me I’d come into the gifts of my Native American heritage on my 21st birthday… No idea what he meant by that… haven’t seen him in years ever since he got caught cheating on Mom and we kicked the asshole out. Why am I even thinking about this right now? It’s my birthday and I’m camping with my friends…
I’m so happy to have my fag hags— I mean girlfriends— I mean, wait. I– these shorts are so dang tight!
What was I thinking about? Woah, oh yea these shorts are tight, it’s… my dick… ugh… why am I getting hard? Shit I need to go hide!
I’m here behind this rock, I don’t think they realize I’m gone… it’s so hot… I have to take off these clothes, I just have to. What the fuck is going on with my dick— oh my god it’s— owww!
ohmygod ohmygod FUCK, it’s growing…
When’s this going to stop? It’s still pulling out! Fuck! Feels so good!
Fuck I— I need to fuck something! Ugh, my hand? Feel’s soo… good…
I need more…
Ugh this dick’s so big. I gotta find… babes back at camp… now put this dick away… big dick… so big… my big dick… fuck I need to put it away!
Just I can’t… stop… shit the pre won’t stop…
Fuck I don’t know what I’m doing here, they can see my hard cock I don’t give a shit. I wonder which one will drop to her knees first.
Dude you gotta help me! Look at what that bitch Emily did to me… I look 18 again, but this time I have more muscle… and… woah that’s not normal… these shorts feel tight… kinda uncomfortable… shit I need to adjust…
Holy shit! Is that my dick? It’s way bigger, how? And damn that felt good… fuck I’m so horny. Wait! Stop! No! This isn’t right… That stupid bitch Emily said my video games were ‘stupid’ and shit… blah blah blah I hate her… she said I might as well be a stupid teen who plays his games and beats off all the time if I don’t want to act my age.
Who the fuck does she think she is… ‘act my age’ … fuck I’m … … wtf. I know I’m 18! No!
No… I’m 18!
What the fuck is going on! I can’t think for shit! Agh! Fuck my dick can’t breath in these shorts!
Who ever said you can’t be hung and smart at the same time? I’m tired of all those stereotypes… so much so that I ended up challenging Derek, the guy I’d been seeing for a few weeks, to a little game of trivia. Derek told me I could pick the topics so I gave him a list of things I was educated in: engineering, math, and chemistry. The one thing I didn’t understand was why he was so bent out of shape about my dick size in relation to my intelligence. He told me we’d test my knowledge tomorrow, and that was that. He was convinced I should be some kind of big-dicked airhead.
I was in the bathroom at work the next day when a cloud of fog appeared around me. I heard whispers of an incantation of some kind being read… and then I coughed up a lung as the fog dissipated. Soon as I got into the stall I felt blood filling my dick. I had to release it from my pants because my dick always needed space if it got hard… I was used to it, honestly. I just wasn’t sure why it was happening right now.
My head felt a little slow but I think it had something to do with the steam, or whatever that was. I’m not sure why Derek popped into my head but I got angry that he’d expected me to be so dumb because of my dick size. So what if I’m packing some serious meat? I didn’t choose to have a hung dong, so what if I do have a big dong? Haha I love how that sounds… dong. Big dong, haha!
I had to touch it, my big meat. No idea why I’m getting so angry at Derek right now but it’s making me horny… like a big-donged dummy— wait! What the fuck!
Shit! I was practically starting to jack off in my work bathroom. I had to get back to my… shit! What the fuck was I even thinking about? God I’m so horny but I’m not doing this right now… Get it together!
I forced my dick tight back into my pants… but it didn’t feel right. I had to open my pants again… God my head! Maybe if I beat real quick I’ll be able to think about my- – math – my test for Derek… fuck! As long as he sucks my phat dong afterward. Derek loves my phat dong…
Haha phat dong… I said it again. Dude, I’m about to cream out of my big dong-head. Fuck!
You walk out of the gym and into a torrential downpour. You blink. The world around you has changed. You’re standing at the intersection between two streets that you just know, on instinct, shouldn’t exist. You look out, and you can see, in the haze of rain, the dark grey outlines of buildings illuminated by the faint pink of the city lights.
You shake your head and turn around, ready to head back into the gym, only to find that an enormous sex shop has replaced it, with a beautifully sculpted mannequin on display in the left hand window. Your feet carry you toward the store, and your hand pushes open the door before you can even think about it. The bell jingles, and the man behind the counter smiles at you.
You blink, and everything is different. You’re somewhere else. You’re home. At least, you think you are. Thinking is very difficult. Your thoughts are slow and sluggish. And your head feels so empty, as though there’s very little in the way of thoughts in there. But at the same time it feels so light. It feels so good to be empty-headed. So mindless. And so horny, you realize, as you feel your thick cock throbbing in your pants.
You look at yourself in the mirror for the first time and see an unfamiliar, young face looking back at you. You’re confused for a moment, and pain flares between your eyes. You hear, in your head, the sound of dominoes falling. One after the other. Slow at first and then faster and faster and faster and with every falling domino, you feel your doubts and your worries and your troubles popping away like delicate soap bubbles, making you dumb and horny and blissful and happy and giggly.
You giggle to yourself, lowering your pants and flexing in front of the mirror as you make your cock bob up and down by clenching and unclenching your thick muscular cheeks. You have a bit of fun, losing yourself in how good it feels, until someone comes up behind you, the coarse hair of his beard tickling the nape of your neck. “Having fun, boy?” he asks.
You giggle vapidly, letting Daddy run his hands all over your tight muscular body. It feels so good. You feel so horny. His fingers get so close to your cock, but he doesn’t touch it. You know you can’t touch it. You don’t know why, but that’s not your place to know. Daddy knows what’s best, and since you’re too dumb to do it, he does all the thinking for you.
And that’s just the way that the world works. That’s the way the world has worked since forever. A small part of you remembers your old self, but as Daddy rubs his thick cock between your muscular bubble butt, even that fragment begins to fade away.
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I thought it was a joke at first when Kyle locked in me inside his bedroom… we’d just had a fight about life goals and the like. Maybe it wasn’t my place because I’d only known him for a few months via work but I knew he could do better with a little motivation to clean up his act. I had hoped coming over would show I was serious about helping him. Now I’m stuck trying to get out of his room!
Banging on the door didn’t work, yelling didn’t work, and there was no cell reception or window I could jump out of. Not only that but it was getting hot. I looked around and saw sports and gaming posters on the wall and a dirty, stained carpet with clothes littered everywhere. It smelled like a locker room too! I looked around and found empty liquor bottles, pot, and the like. There were even used condoms around the trash can on the effing floor!
I was trying to get out when the itching started and I had to take off my clothes to see what was happening. I saw a dusting of hair beginning to grow out on my chest, and my armpits were itchy as fuck. I walked around looking for anything that would help me get out but I was getting dizzy so I sat down in front of the mirror.
At first I swore my eyes were playing tricks but then I saw more chest hair growing. I felt it with my hands and it was real, and my hands were bigger also. It was so hot and it was getting harder to concentrate. I knew I needed to get out… of… m-my room… but why? There’s a guy… him! Ugh I don’t know. It’s just so hot in here and my d-dong stick… my fuckstick… UGH… My phatty dong. Shit! It’s so hard! WTF is wrong with my head, I can’t think for shit!
Maybe some gaming will help. I better have a handle of vodka in here too because it’s about the only thing I can think of that will calm me the fuck down! Actually fuck all that, I’m just gunna jack my phat dong off and try to shoot my load on the wall, haha.
I had begun to suspect something was up after weeks of nearly-constant itching and subsequent hair growth all over what had been my previous, naturally smooth body. I confronted my dad after he’d been acting weird and doing things like sneaking by my room late at night while I dealt with my increasing need to jack off. I’m 20 years old and don’t know why my dad suddenly cared about me. He’d always avoided me and my gay “choice.”
So I confronted him… and I ended up yanking down my shorts in the process, to show him all the changes. I just didn’t care at that moment… Surely he’d be able to remember what his own son used to look like. But no…
He fuckin tells me that I’m gunna get dumb fast and that the hair might still continue to grow! I couldn’t help but scratch this crazy bush I’d grown as he told me I would keep having to scratch a lot of times throughout the day. I asked him why he was doing this and he just gave me a smirk. “When this is finished I think you’ll be more concerned with nutting in something and avoiding your responsibilities, and less… gay.”
I started to freak out on him I actually punched the fuckin wall dude. I hated him so much. There’s no fuckin way I’m goin upstairs to whack my big hairy meat to bouncy boob videos. I’m not gunna imagine fucking their brains out. Haha
One moment, you’re frantically cramming for your upcoming finals, and the next, you are standing outside, in the fog. The cold air is bracing against your skin, and you can see your breath misting up in front of your face. It’s spring. It shouldn’t be this cold. But that’s the least of your worries, as you’re in a city that you don’t recognize, at the corner of two streets that shouldn’t exist, in front of an imposing store front that is difficult to see through the haze.
You could go anywhere that you want. You feel that you have that choice. You could turn around and leave, or you could follow either road that was behind you, but you don’t. Your feet carry you forward, and as you push open the door, and the bell rings, you realize with a start that you’re elsewhere again.
You can feel the sun beating down on your back, but there’s a haze in front of your face again. At first, you find it weird, that the fog isn’t getting burned away by the bright daylight, but then you remember, silly you, that it isn’t fog. It’s smoke. You giggle to yourself, at first surprised to find how vapid and empty the sound is, only for the thought to slip promptly out of your grasp as you take another drag from the rolled up joint pressed between your lips.
Your head feels fuzzy… Foggy… It feels wrong… At least until you inhale more smoke, and then it feels just right. You know that you’re not supposed to feel this slow, this dumb, but your thoughts are going at a snail’s pace right now, and you’re not about to win any awards for complex ideas.
You giggle as you realize that your ass is hanging out of your shorts. What are you doing thinking about smart stuff? What are you doing thinking about thoughts? Everyone knows that you’re not very good at those. For a moment, you feel as though that’s wrong, that you’re really a very intelligent student, but another puff of smoke makes that thought pop like a delicate soap bubble, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.
“Hey babe,” someone says, as he comes up behind you and presses his crotch to your exposed ass, “thought I’d find you here… At your usual spot.” You giggle again, sounding so dumb, and so mindless, and so thoughtless that it makes your little dick hard. You grind your ass against your boyfriend’s hips and groan, begging for him to fuck you as you take another drag from your joint.
All it takes for you to forget the rest of your previous life is the feeling of your boyfriend sliding his cock up and down your crack and into your tight little hole. It’s the best feeling in the world, and you could almost feel your brain melting into a little puddle of mush, trickling out the tip of your cock.
Maybe you were looking for more of a temporary solution to your problem, a brief vacation, maybe, from all your smarts and all your anxiety, but doesn’t it feel so much better to be a good little stoned sexed-up, fucked-stupid slut for your boyfriend? Yeah. It does, doesn’t it?
Not like you know any better now, anyway…
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Thanks dude *giggle* me and him.are sooo happy now!
The mysterious text message you got at two in the morning just before you were about to pass out was very clear:
[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: I saw the way you looked at me in the grocery store today. I bet you thought I was some dumb redneck up to no good… Wrong! I’m actually pretty legit into science… and I might have switched some of your groceries out for some of my modified specialties.
Before you could read the rest you became dizzy and passed out.
When you woke you ran to the mirror and saw yourself as a rednecked version of yourself. Your pits had this thick coarse hair sticking out in all directions, and the shorts you wore were aged and showed an obvious bulge which was unappealing to you but you couldn’t figure out why. Your room was littered with clothes you could have sworn you organized the night prior.
Your remember you have to finish reading the text from that unknown number last night:
[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: …When you wake up I think you’ll realize this was all a dream… You are a redneck silly. It takes a lot to think, I know, but you must try. Never-mind the itching in your crotch, you always just scratch it whenever. You’re such a dumb, horny messy redneck. It’s not like you have to do much with your days, just beating your meat and thinking about shit like cars and sports. You’re all the same!
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