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Emergency Model (for Barber Exam)

This story is based on the themes from @joshslater story by the same name, linked here:

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Alex grew up in a wealthy family, surrounded by every comfort money could buy. His father, a successful businessman, had always emphasized the importance of self-reliance and hard work. Despite their riches, his father insisted Alex make his own way in the world, particularly when it came to paying for college. “Success,” his father often said, “is earned, not given.”

This principle led Alex to a relentless pursuit of part-time jobs to fund his education. Balancing his rigorous academic schedule with work, he found himself perpetually exhausted and constantly broke. His dorm room was neat and orderly, a reflection of his disciplined upbringing and his hope for a bright future.

One fateful afternoon, as Alex scoured job listings online, a peculiar ad caught his attention: “Quick Cash! Emergency Model Needed for Barber Exam.” The promise of easy money was too tempting to resist. Skeptical but desperate, Alex decided to take a chance.

Arriving at the barber school, Alex was greeted by a burly instructor named Mike, who explained the process. “We’ll be giving you a full treatment, mate. You up for it?” Feeling the pressure, Alex nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, trying to sound confident.

“Great, let’s get you suited up so your clothes don’t get messy,” Mike said, handing Alex a jumpsuit typically worn by the barbers.

Once he had changed, the students began their work. The first cut was shorter than Alex was used to, but he remained hopeful. As the cuts grew bolder, his hair transformed into a chavy, sporty style. Before he could protest, a student named Dan approached with a piercing gun. “Hold still, mate. Just adding a couple of studs,” he said, not giving Alex a chance to object. Before he knew it, Alex’s ears were pierced, adorned with small silver studs.

When the final haircut was done, Alex looked in the mirror, barely recognizing himself. “All set, mate!” Dan announced with a grin. Alex went to change back into his clothes, only to find them missing. “Uh, where are my clothes?” he asked, panic rising.

“Oh, must’ve misplaced them. Don’t worry, we’ve got some spares you can borrow,” Dan said, handing him a bundle of clothes. The outfits were all chavy and sporty, much like the students wore. Reluctantly, Alex put on the new clothes, feeling awkward and out of place. He collected his phone and wallet, but the cash he was promised wasn’t there.

Alex left the barber shop, confused and upset about losing his clothes. He headed to the bus stop, only to realize he was short on cash for the fare. As he stood there, unsure of what to do, Dan and a couple of the lads from the barber shop appeared. “Need a hand, mate?” Dan asked, noticing Alex’s predicament.

“Yeah, I don’t have enough for the bus,” Alex admitted, embarrassed.

“No worries. We got you,” Dan said, covering the fare. They rode the bus together, the lads chatting animatedly. Alex, still in shock, barely registered the conversation. When they reached Alex’s stop, the lads walked him to his door. “See you around, mate,” Dan said, patting him on the back. Alex nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and apprehension.

The next day, Alex was awoken by a knock on his door. Groggy and disoriented, he opened it to find Dan and a few of the lads standing there. “Morning, mate! Time to pay up for yesterday,” Dan said with a grin.

Alex’s heart sank. “I don’t have the cash right now. I didn’t get paid from the barber exam,” he explained, his voice wavering.

Dan’s grin widened. “No worries, we’ve got an alternative method. Come with us, and you can work it off.”

Alex had no choice but to agree. He followed the lads, his anxiety mounting. They led him to a local gym where they spent the day working out and playing sports. The lads encouraged Alex, pushing him to embrace their lifestyle more fully.

As the days turned into weeks, Dan began to subtly alter Alex's reality. Using an uncanny ability to manipulate time and space, Dan slowly rewrote Alex's past and present. Alex’s body began to change, growing taller and more muscular. His once lean frame filled out with bulk, his muscles becoming defined from the daily workouts. His bone structure shifted, his features becoming more rugged and less conventionally attractive. His face developed a rougher edge, his jawline more pronounced and his skin tougher.

Alex’s intelligence seemed to drain away, his thoughts slowing and his vocabulary shrinking. He began to speak in the slang and accent of the lads, his speech patterns changing to match theirs. His mind transformed, his memories and identity reshaping to fit his new life. The well-spoken, diligent student was gone, replaced by Alec, a school dropout with a rough, chavy demeanor.

Alec’s heritage seemed to change as well. His affluent background and disciplined upbringing were erased, replaced by a working-class origin. His DNA, once a reflection of his rich ancestry, now bore the marks of a lad who had grown up in a tougher environment. His once clean, well-mannered appearance was replaced by a more average, rugged look.

Alec found himself working at the barbershop for money, his old aspirations and dreams replaced by the immediate need to earn a living. His apartment, once neat and orderly, transformed into a messy, athletic-themed space. Weights and gym equipment cluttered the living room, and sports posters adorned the walls. Alec even found himself sharing the space with a new roommate, Jay, another lad who fit seamlessly into Alec’s new life.

The transformation was complete. Alec’s interests changed; he now enjoyed working out, hanging with the lads, and the rough, chavy lifestyle. His wardrobe, once filled with preppy, clean-cut clothes, now boasted track suits, hoodies, and trainers. His clean, academic demeanor was replaced by a confident, almost cocky swagger.

One day, Alec looked in the mirror and fully embraced the reflection staring back. His rich upbringing, his disciplined studies, his aspirations for a professional career—all were distant memories, replaced by his new life as a proper chavy lad. His brain had fully adapted to his new identity, erasing any lingering doubts or connections to his past life.

As Alec sat in his now cluttered living room, surrounded by his new friends, he felt a sense of belonging he had never experienced before. The job that was supposed to be a quick cash fix had given him a new purpose and a new family. Alec embraced it fully, ready for whatever adventures lay ahead with his newfound brothers. Thus, the wealthy student transformed into a proper chavy sporty lad, his old life replaced by a new, exciting reality.

Sports Night - Into the Ring

Joseph was panicking. He had just emerged from a long shower, checked the front door and saw that his package still wasn’t there. His colleague Ian’s party was due to start in an hour and he was still waiting for his costume to arrive. Joseph was genuinely looking forward to the party; he was new to the company and thought this would be a good chance to make some new friends.

He wasn’t just new to the company, he was new to the UK. He had bounced around chemical companies after leaving college in the States about eight years ago, but had never really managed to feel settled. He thought working alongside other engineers would be easy, but whether it was his nerdy demeanour or his pudgy appearance he never ever felt like he fit in. For a while Joseph told myself it was because he operated on a different intellectual level to his old co-workers and while that may have been true, he also never really made an effort.

So he moved. All the way across the Atlantic to the UK and he was determined to make a difference, starting with Ian’s party. He wasn’t sure how seriously to take the costume element and really didn’t feel like spending lots of money on new clothes, so he had come up with a compromise - he had ordered some boxing gloves off the internet and figured he could pair it with his dressing gown and pretend it was his boxing robe. He could even wear his usual ratty t-shirt and extra comfy jeans. The only problem was the delivery was late and he was worried he was going to resemble an overweight Arthur Dent more than a boxer.

As if to answer his concerns, the doorbell rang. He ran (well, shambled) to the front door. He didn’t catch a sign of the delivery guy or gal, but shrugged and picked up the box. Oddly there were no labels - not even a delivery sticker with his address - but he shrugged and brought it into his hallway.

His excitement turned to dismay when he opened the box. He could specifically recall ordering boxing gloves, but the box contained some sort of strip of cloth all rolled up. Not only that, but the fabric quite clearly stunk, but he wondered if that was just the natural smell of the material. A quick Google search told him that these were hand wraps used for sparring. He grumbled; this was going to be a bit more work than just pulling on some gloves. He grabbed his glasses, loaded up a YouTube instruction video and got to work.  

He watched the video once and seemed to get the idea. He unravelled one of the rolls, throwing more of that stench into the air. He stretched out one of his thick, fat-leaden arms and got ready to go, hooking the end of the strap around his thumb and slowly starting to wrap the material around his hand.

The feeling after the first wrap around was almost instantaneous. An almost electrical surge travelling up his arm and travelled all across his body. He shivered with anticipation.

“What the hell was that…”, Joseph muttered, his quiet American accent echoing around his small apartment. He looked back at his stretched out hand with eager anticipation and wrapped around again.

The surge happened again, but this time it was not alone. A deep rumble echoed across his sizeable belly and he felt a strange… tightening.

He wrapped around again.

His belly caved in on itself, the fat seemingly disappearing into the ether. Joseph choked and was so focussed on the fact he could see his toes for the first time in years that he didn’t even notice that he was automatically wrapping around another time.

This time there was a creaking sound as Joseph noticed the floor and furnishing travel away from him. He now minimal stomach stretched out even further to the point where Joseph thought he was almost too skinny! Joseph knew he needed to stop; he rational mind kept telling him that no item - even mystery items from the internet - could make his fat disappear and make him grow by four or five inches. He needed to stop and think of a way to analyse this material.

He wrapped around again.

The sensation was wildly different this time, a burning and vigorous massage across his body and particular his chest, arms and stomach. Joseph moaned, closing his eyes as the burning intensified and got more pleasurable. It petered off and Joseph gazed down. He was disappointed for a split second when his toes were obscured again and then reality hit. It was his chest. His thick, beefy chest, with two plates jutting out. Peering down even more he could see rows of tight abs across a stocky but fit mid-section. And his arms - one still outstretched and the other still gripping the wrap for dear life - were loaded down with thick, veiny muscle. Joseph was speechless; he had the kind of body he had always envied, had always dreamed about. He was at a complete loss as to what to do.

So he wrapped around again.

A wild itch spread across his body and particular his chest as thick brown hairs leapt out of his skin.

He wrapped around again. 

There was a tight pulling sensation on his scalp as his lank blond hair fell out of his eyesight.

He wrapped around again, addicted to the pleasure it was bringing.

His glasses feel to the floor as he felt his facial feature reshuffle.

Breathing heavily, feeling his hefty chest inflate and deflate rapidly, he went to wrap around one last time, but he was done. His left hand - far beefier than he remembered and now connected to a veiny, thick forearm - had a tightly wound hand wrap in place. He ran (and actually ran this time) to the bathroom and admired himself in the mirror. He could finally admire his wide, heavy-set shoulders and thick torso; his rug of sexy chest hair which gave off a musky scent not dissimilar to that from the hand wraps; his short, brown hair, buzzed at the back and sides; and his beautiful, rugged beard adorned with effortless stubble.

“Fuck me”, Joseph uttered and was shocked by the smooth but deep baritone that oozed out. “What now”?

He looked down again. His right hand was bare. He was only half way done. 

Joseph paused. He couldn’t imagine what other changes were going to happen and he genuinely didn’t really want his body to change any more. But a deep longing forced him to pick up the second wrap. He claimed it was due to scientific interest - the second half of this little experiment - but deep down he knew it was something more. For the first time in a long time we felt a raw desire and the for time ever, he planned to act on it.

He hooked the hand wrap onto his thick, hairy thumb and got to work.

His arms pulsated as they beefed up even further, while the pulling sensation across his scalp returned. He was pretty happy with his hair the way it had turned out before, but figured maybe a buzzcut would look pretty neat.

He wrapped around again.

He expected more burning, more massaging, more stretching but nothing came. Instead a new sensation - a slow, soothing draining sensation in his head. Joseph stumbled a bit in the bathroom, suddenly feeling almost blinded by the sharp light above the mirror. He felt dazed and confused, almost drunk, as his thoughts slowed and he tried to steady his unfamiliar, bulky body. One thought however did manage to creep itself through the clutter - he needed to stop; something wasn’t right.

He wrapped around again.

The dazed confusion was still there but it felt less sharp, less invasive, more… permanent. Joseph gazed down at the hand wrap in a wonder and tried to think about sort of material it could be made out of. But all his scientific knowledge escaped him, as he wrapped around again.

A part of Joseph panicked - why didn’t his years of scientific studying and working help him here? But those years got flushed away - he couldn’t even remembered what the hell he did now. An emptiness waved over Joseph as every element of his life began to drift away. His looked up and stared at himself in the mirror. His hair had been buzzed short and was receding at the temples. His body was thicker and meaner. And while he was still rugged, his face was now… meaner. But he couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. He had a brief memory of his old eyes - they were bright, lively and he had told betrayed his vast intelligence. The eyes looking back at him in the mirror now were dark and  vacant.

He wrapped around again.

His head was awash with new memories. A new history. Of course he didn’t fucking go to college or know any science stuff - he could remember dropping out of school at 15. He was too busy getting into scraps to learn and the teachers wanted noting to do with him.

He wrapped around again.

He had always been pretty dim, but his fists were his outlet. And after leaving school, he had more time to train. Started taking it seriously, putting the work and the hours in. Starting fighting in underground and backroom bouts all across the East End of London.

He paused, London?

He wrapped around again.

Born and raised in the East End he was. Was pretty well known about these parts and people generally knew to steer clear of him if they could help it. His was far from the sharpest tool in the shed and everybody knew that he should be taking home more money from the matches, but he didn’t fight for the money. He fought as an outlet for his aggression. He fought because it gave him the chance to prove his worth. He fought because he was fuckin’ good at it.

The wraps were done. 

“Freddie, get your arse out here” a rough voice called from outside. With that, the last remnant of Joseph fluttered away, and Freddie - the aggressive English bruiser - took over. Freddie didn’t even notice that his hands were now adorned with professional gloves and he was wearing tight shorts, showing off his intimidating package. 

“Out in a sec” Freddie grumbled, no hint of his American twang remaining. Instead a guttural, deep and vaguely Cockney accent emerged.

He stared at himself one last time in the bathroom. He hadn’t even noticed that the walls were damp and dingy, with a single flickering blub over the cracked mirror flickering. His eyes betrayed no depth, no intelligence but that’s not what his opponents noticed. They noticed the determination and the anger. They noticed… but only if they got the fucking chance.

Second story - hope everyone enjoys. Appreciate it is pretty lengthy; next time am going to work on being a bit more concise!

Any feedback would be welcomed! Have got a few more ideas in the Sports Night pipeline, but if you have any suggestions, ideas or requests do let me know!

Ostello della Moda: Diego

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Luke slid the last cigarette out of the pack and lit it up within a few seconds of stepping outside the brightly lit airport into the dark, hot Milanese night. Local time was 2:30 A.M., but he needed a cigarette so badly! The airline industry makes smoking so difficult and he needed his fix. He inhaled deeply and thought about his girlfriend back home. Well ... his ex-girlfriend. Part of the reason for their breakup was his smoking. That, combined with her desire to get married and started on a perfect American life, made Luke somewhat glad that he was free. This was going to be the trip of a lifetime!

He inhaled deeply and wondered if he could get a taxi to take him to the "Ostello della moda." They said they had 24-hour check-in. His friends were probably catching up, maybe headed out for a night on the town without him. But, he would catch up. He was the real party-animal of the group and always had been. He remembered those days in college when he would come back to the apartment completely hammered and they still took him in and helped him get to bed. He missed that -- he missed his friends.

He tossed the cigarette onto the concrete and walked towards a waiting taxi. He would need another pack in the morning, even though he was going to try and cut back on this trip. He wanted to quit, but habits don't die easily. "Last one until tomorrow night," he vowed.

The taxi wasn't air-conditioned and he tried to get comfortable. The cab smelled like smoke -- which made Luke even more anxious as the taxi bounced it's way towards the city because he could few the craving grow again -- especially when the driver lit up while driving. He didn't know enough Italian to ask him to stop, so he just inhaled it in and tried to relax. It took the cab about half an hour to make it to the hostel, and he tipped the man generously because he helped with the luggage.dn't

A sleepy young Italian man greeted him and asked him a few questions. "Uh...passport?" he said. "Right," Luke said as he reached into his bag. The zipper was halfway open and he pulled out a few things while digging for his passport. An opened pack of cigarettes fell onto the floor. Luke picked them up in astonishment. He was positive that the pack was empty. Plus, this was clearly an Italian brand that he was unfamiliar about.

"Sir...passport?" said the man. "Oh ... yeah. Here it is," he replied, wondering if maybe the taxi driver had left them there.

"You can smoke in the courtyard," said the man looking at the pack of cigarettes in Luke's hand.

"Oh, I wasn't ... I mean ... thanks."

"I need to make copy. Please, relax. I will return."

The young man walked into a back office and left Luke alone in the room. The courtyard looked empty and he didn't see any of his friends around. The cigarettes seemed to radiate energy and he knew it wouldn't go away until he smoked. He nervously walked to the courtyard, pulled out his lighter, and puffed away. The smell was different than the cab driver's brand. It felt comfortable. It felt like he had smoked these for years. On one of the drags, he brushed his hand against his chin and felt stubble. He could have sworn that he shaved before he left on this trip and he shouldn't have stubble yet. He also felt a burning on his left shoulder, like tingling needles. He put out the spent cigarette and spat into the bushes. On his way back inside he saw a bathroom and raced inside. He felt sweaty and sick, like his whole body was writhing. He pulled his shirt away and saw a dark black and red patch on his shoulder. His face looked different too. He pulled off his t-shirt and looked in the mirror. On his left shoulder and chest there was a large tattoo. His body looked slim and athletic, much more muscular than he remembered. He managed to put his shirt back on, but it was tight against his body and uncomfortable. His head was flooded with the high from the cigarette, but he managed to find the front desk again.

"Ah," said the man handing him his backpack. "Room 234, Bunk D, Diego." When he said the name "Diego," something clicked inside him. He felt a wawdve of recognition, including a mastery of the language, flooding into his brain. It was as if the chemicals in the cigarette had opened up an entirely new person inside him. As he climbed the stairs, he felt less and less like Luke and more like Diego. When he opened his back pack in the room, he pulled out a tight leather jacket, slim black pants, a pair of sunglasses, and dog-tags that had "Diego" printed on them. As he looked out the window at the dim morning light, he wondered if Bruno, Christo, and Antonio would be coming back soon. He walked over to the window and lit up another cigarette. He shivered slightly, and noticed a vein running along his bicep and the moon carve shadows on his tight abs. He stared out at the street letting the smoke fill his lungs, and with a deep breath, he exhaled the rest of his former life into the dark of night.

Boxered Into a Promotion

(Hi Bros, Im sorry about the delay. The 1k special is still in the works but here’s a great story I’ve been working on with my friend @rozza22365. Honestly couldn’t have finished it without him. If you haven’t checked out his stories make sure you do, as they are one of the hottest tf stories on tumblr)

Tim had just started his new internship as a business analyst at Box Menswear. He wasn’t the happiest to be interning at a gym wear company but it was the only internship offer he got this summer, and he knew he needed some experience before finishing school and entering the workforce.

The first few weeks at the internship consisted of getting to know everyone and all the departments. Tim felt out of place. While everyone was smart they did consist of this frat bro type of guys and the only girls were the ones that worked in the marketing department. One day while Tim was working in his cubicle, Jessica the marketing head came up to him.

“Hi, Tim! It’s Jessica from Marketing.” Jessica said in an upbeat fashion typical of the marketing girls

“Oh hi Jessica, what brings you to this side of the office”

“Well! We just got news from the exec team that we will be opening a new store in Miami and we decided to invite one of our interns to the grand opening. We drew names and boom you were the lucky one!”

“Oh um… thank you Jessica, but I don’t know, I really don’t have the money”

“Oh don’t worry about that Tim! The trip is all paid for by the company. We see a lot of potential in you and would love for you to come. Of course, you would be accompanied by me as your guide and you’ll see how we launch our store. We fly out of JFK on Friday at 8 am. See you then!"

Tim wasn’t able to get a word out before Jessica walked away back to the marketing floor. Tim realized that he didn’t want to make a bad impression with the company so he decided he would suck it up and go on the trip.

Friday came around and Tim got to the airport. The company ordered him a complimentary taxi to the airport. As he got out and saw Jessica standing in the private wing of the airport talking on the phone. As she spots Tim she quickly hangs up and waves at him to come over.

“Wow, Jessica I’ve never been to this part of JFK,”

“Haha! Most people haven’t, this is where company jets tend to fly out so we don’t have to worry about other people,”

After waiting a bit for the plane to fuel up and load Tim and Jessica's luggage, they head out to the boarding area. The inside of the plane was small but lavish, having white leather chairs and black tables.

Tim’s eyes widen at the luxury of the interior. Jessica noticed and just smiled as they got settled in for the journey.

As they finally got in the air the stewardess walked up to the two and asked if they wanted a drink. As she brought back the two drinks she first gave the drink to Jessica then reached back to her cart and was about to hand Tim his drink.

“So Tim, just before you settle down, I need you to do something,” asked Jessica.

“Yeah,” Tim replied. Jessica pulled out a small box with some neatly folded black briefs.

“Not only are we opening a new store but we will be announcing some new male underwear, and journalists can get quite chatty, even with something as minor as this. I need you to try them on, tell me everything you think about it, preferably the good aspects,” she said.

“Sure, I can do that,” Tim replied again, hastily grabbing the box. The only place with any privacy was the toilet.

Tim made his way to the back of the jet and entered the toilet. The interior was similar to the rest of the plane but with wooden accents. As he walked inside he didn’t notice the bathroom automatically locked behind him. He began undressing, starting with his shoes, then trousers and finally his underwear. He pulled the black briefs up his legs taking in anything unique to them. He stretched them out to see how easy to wear and resilient they were, before letting go and letting them slap against his waist. As far as he could tell they were pretty standard briefs, but he needed to come up with something, so stood there pondering on anything he could think up.

“SUBJECT HAS ENTERED…. PROCEEDING TO SCAN BODY” Tim was freaked out by the voice as a red light started to scan the room beginning from top to light. “SUBJECT FOUND IN COMPANY DATABASE…. Tim Crawford…. Age 23… student intern in business analytics department… ” Tim was starting to panic now as a robotic arm came down from the ceiling,

“SUBJECT TIM IS IN POSSESSION OF DNA BRIEFS… scanning briefs for DNA package… package found…analyzing…” The voice continued, ignoring Tims's pleas as it scanned a secret barcode on the briefs. Tim was about to cry and ask about what was happening, but the robotic voice cared little for his suffering. “DNA PACKAGE DANIEL THOMPSON… activate package and begin conversion…”

As Tim continues to hear the robotic voice speak he tries to open the door but to no avail. “THE DOOR HAS BEEN LOCKED FOR YOUR SAFETY…. PLEASE BACK AWAY” ordered the voice. But he continued anyway, even screaming for help for someone to get him. Of course, Jessica was hearing every part but she wasn't going to help.

The voice continued to repeat to Tim to step away from the door… until it stopped, but only for a second. “ SUBJECT IS UNRESPONSIVE TO COMMANDS…. RESTRAINTS INITIATED”. Out of nowhere tentacle-like robotic arms came out from the walls and wrapped themselves around Tim, hoisting him up in the air. “Ahhhh stop this!!! HELP!” Tim continues screaming but with no response from the outside.

“OUTER GARMENT REMOVAL INITIATED” additional arms with claw attachments of the end come out of the walls ripping off Tim's suit and leaving him almost naked in the middle of the restroom, only the black briefs remained and they felt tight. Tim's typical nerdy build was exposed. Skinny and pale with some acne throughout his body. His cock was just below average and wasn’t really proud of it.

“STAGE 1: SKIN PIGMENT…..currently 0%…. Updating to 60%…” as the voice finishes Tim notices Panels on the wall start to turn around revealing long fluorescent light bulbs similar to those in tanning beds. As they all turn on he feels a sharp burning pain on his skin, causing him to scream. In the background of his screaming, he hears the faint robotic voice counting up from 0%…. 1%…. 5%…..13%. This continues for a few more minutes as Tim continues to scream in pain until the voice reaches 60%. The lights then shut down and turn back into the wall. In the corner of Tim’s eye, Tim notices the paleness from his skin had been burnt out, leaving a rosier and healthier colour in its place.

STAGE 2: BODY ODOR AND HAIR… THE SUBJECT DISPLAYS MINIMAL BODY HAIR AND ODOR… CHANGE COMMENCING” As the robotic voice finished, two new arms appeared but this time with what seemed like two aerosol canisters attached to the end. Before Tim could even react, the cans unleashed perfume all over his body. Tim coughing through the spray made out a few words “wait this smells familiar…” and then it clicked this was the same scent box menswear produced for their body spray “Alpha” it smelled like a mixture of a locker room musk and a cheap men’s fragrance. He always hated how the models would be wearing it during the product photo shoots. As the arms continued to spray his body, Tim didn’t notice that the genetic structures of his sweat glands were being forcibly changed as the chemicals from the gas started to penetrate and merge. No matter how much he showered or cleaned, the perfume fragrance would be a permanent aura around him. As the procedure came to an end, Tim could still smell the scent of Alpha lingering on his skin.

Out of nowhere, two more arms appeared with a stick of deodorant that looked the same. It moved quickly and applied the body odour to his armpits. As the slimy texture from the deodorant finished seeping into his skin and a tickling feeling arose in his pits as dark black hairs started to protrude out, blotting out any blonde hairs he had. As he looked down still restrained from the tentacles he noticed the large bushes on either side of his underarms, additionally, he got a whiff of the alpha scent coming from them even stronger than before. Deep down he knew even with his arms down the hairs would stick out of his sides.

STAGE 3: MUSCLES MASS…. THE SUBJECT DISPLAYS 10% MUSCLE MASS….. INCREASING DENSITY BY 98%......

“Please help! Stop this…” Tim pleaded. As he finished screaming for help, more arms and tubes came out of the wall. The first one latched onto Tims's mouth, before extending a tube down his mouth and into his stomach. Tim could barely make a noise as the muscles in and around his mouth had been subdued. The other arms contained syringes full of some liquid. They positioned themselves around Tim’s body, at strategic points before launching simultaneously and injecting him. Tim would scream if he could but all he could do was gurgle endlessly. Two more arms came out but this time two suction cups were attached at the end of them. Tim looked at them and thought about what they could possibly be doing until they launched towards his pecs. The two suction cups locked onto Tim's nipples as they settled onto them, stinging them slightly. Tim heard a noise from one of the walls as a whitish-brown liquid started to come down the feeding tube. Tim continued to try to scream and squirmish to take out the tube. Some disgusting liquidated food poured down the tube endlessly. Tim squirmed as he saw it pass sight and go straight down into his stomach where it finished. Then the syringes effortlessly squeezed the liquids in them into his body forcing it to absorb the chemicals. Finally, the two suction cups vibrated as they sucked away at his nipples, causing Tim to moan pleasurably.

As the chemicals settled in his body, the food continuously fed into him and the cup vibrated, Tim's body began to grow unnaturally. Firstly came his biceps which inflate into footballs, followed by his legs growing so much that they were able to crush a watermelon between them with ease. Of course, with his legs growing his feet expanded from a small size 7 to a hefty size 13. Tim continued to try and yell, but the tube continued to chug, feeding his expanding body. The muscles continued to move throughout his body as 8 slabs popped out of his abdomen, a perfected set of washboard abs. Tim moaned as the vibrating cups became more intense, almost as they pulled out his pecs outwards building two huge shelves that will certainly stretch out any shirt he wears from now on. His nipples became so hard and pointy, that no shirt would conceal them.

“MUSCLE GROWTH FINALIZED……” The machine said as all the tubes and needles reverted back into the wall leaving Tim there hanging from the original four arms.

“Pl…please… I don't know how much I can take…. Stop” Tim said pleading

“PHYSICAL CHANGES AT 85%... Proceed with IMPLANTATION OF DANIELS MENTAL STATE… 3…2…1…”

The mirror in front of Tim then changed to a screen. A spiral popped up and Tim’s eyes were forced to stare into the abyss as the spirals got deeper and deeper. Tim’s mind was becoming dull, his thinking slowed down and he could barely piece together simple thoughts. All he knew was the spiral in front of him. As it went on he swore he could see images and small scenes flying out of the screen, but this was just part of the illusion. Foreign thoughts now began invading his mind. His new body was just his body, it needed to be maintained through dieting and working out. He worked at Box menswear but not as an intern, he was a spokesperson. His name wasn’t Tim anymore, It was Daniel Thompson but everyone called him Danny.

“IMPLANTING DANIEL’S MENTAL STATE… at 10%... 50%... BEGIN FACIAL GROOMING PROCEDURES” the voice screeched again. Tim was absorbed into the spirals, his mind emptying itself of its memories as Danny’s memories were planted in their place, slowly taking over.

Arms yet again appeared from the walls, this time they were there to fix up Tim’s ungroomed hair. One of the arms had another unnamed canister full of perfume. This canister sprayed a musky perfume across his face, Tim was still unphased by this or the itching that followed as a great chinstrap snapped its way across his face making him look more manly, while his blonde eyebrows grew thicker in size and turned dark brown. Another arm possessed a trimmer and while another complimented it with a pair of scissors. These two got to work shortening his hair down, fading the sides into the top while cutting the top down into a short wavy style. It was then finished off with a spray and the blonde hair turned dark brown as well.

GROOMING 100% COMPLETE… IMPLANTATION OF DANIEL’S MENTAL STATE AT… 85%

Daniel knew these thoughts were wrong and held on, trying to fight them. But his mind was so dull and inactive, that he couldn’t do much but let them in unfiltered. Surprisingly though, the thoughts weren’t taking hold at first. They were melting into his defenceless brain, but Tim felt unphased by any of them.

“DANIELS MENTAL CAPABILITIES AND STATE 100% IMPLANTED… MOVING ON…” Daniel sighed relief as the spirals vanished in front of him and his mind came too. He began wondering and panicking about what to do and how to get out of here.

“SUBJECT SHOWS INADEQUATE REPRODUCTIVE SIZE……. PROCEEDING TO INCREASE” Soon a new arm came out of the wall this time with some sort of tube connected at the end of it….. It almost looked like those pocket pussys….. The boxers came down and the chub of his dick was left exposed. The tube then launched out sucking up his flaccid penis. “AH, WHAT THE FUCK” Daniel yelled. The machine started to suck on his cock “uhhhh wa..wait …UHHH stop” Tim could barely get words as the machine continued to suck on his dick. What he couldn't see happening was the more the machine sucked the more his cock would grow.

“SUBJECT IS REACHING COMPANY STANDARD SIZE……. 10 INCHES FOR BOX MODELS,” The machine said as Daniel continued to moan.

“SUBJECT WILL REQUIRE FURTHER MENTAL STIMULATION… subject Tim is registered as homosexual… Daniel is required as heterosexual…” The voice went on. ‘That can’t be right, who’s Tim? I’m definitely Daniel and I’m 100% Gay?’ Daniel thought as he began to realise what was happening to him, the mental effects were lurking inside him, simply waiting to be activated. He couldn’t remember anything from before but he needed to resist whatever came next.

The mirror changed again, this time, however, there was no spiral. Instead scenes of hot models with thin bodies, their tits becoming exposed and the models playing with them. Daniel resisted as well as he could, but his dick was being forced to erect itself as the machine vibrated with intensity. Eventually, a guy joins the models and starts fucking them in all kinds of positions. Daniel tries to focus on him, keeping himself attracted to the man, but instead, he finds his mind wandering to the lures of fucking and breeding chicks, being an absolute womanizer and showing off his body to get them.

Daniel resists as much as he can, but he’s barely aware that his dick is now at full mast and leaking pre-cum. However, to his relief, as the first drop is released, the machine vanishes back into the wall.

“DNA CONVERSION COMPLETE… RELEASING SUBJECT…” The voice said before all the arms restraining vanished as if they had never been there. Daniel pulled up his pants, imprisoning his jackhammer, his pride. He still had no clothes but he needed to find out what was happening. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

“WOW… The machine worked wonders on you…” wafted Jessica’s voice, squeezing out a high level of arrogance. Daniel turned to see her lying, stretched out on the luxury sofa. She was now wearing something far more skimpy. Daniel approached, hoping to get answers, but as he did his crotch began stirring. He rushed his hands over to rectify the issue but his eyes were thoroughly fixated on Jessica.

“OH don’t worry about that, come over Danny boy, Let me take care of it for you,” she said seductively. Daniel wanted to respond with a retort or a question. However, he found his body rushing with arrogance and cockiness, something wasn’t right.

“Oh, you can definitely take care of it, Jess,” he cooed back to her. His hands pulled down the boxers and let his crotch flop out. All fear, anger or questioning he had vanished, now replaced with arrogance and horniness. The memories that had been implanted in his mind were coming to fruition. He was Danny, he was a spokesperson for the company, he loved to, and needed to work out daily to make sure he kept in shape for his job.

“Looks like everything's coming too,” She said as Danny overshadowed her. The implanted memories were forming the full picture. The heterosexual desires implanted had full reigns over him, focusing him on the chick right in front of him. His dick was raging, eager to fuck and so was Danny now.

“The fuck you on about? Let’s just get down to it,” he demanded, as he jumped down next to her.

Jessica was about to reply but Danny went in for the kill. He took her lips and made out with her, pushing her back down to the side as he rearranged them both, positioning himself on top. Danny took no time in preparation, to him he had fucked 1000s of chicks before and this was no exception. His dick found its way to her hole, and Danny fucked her hard, taking his time to savour the pleasure, all while making out with her. Danny was so horny and he felt good to release and give in to his new pleasure, but he could feel the pleasure building up and slowly sliding its way down to his tip.

“Oh fuck… here it comes!!” he moaned as his tip exploded with his massive load. His seed being sent deep inside her.

“Fuck that was good,” she said.

“Approaching landing zone soon, finish up and get ready for landing in twenty minutes,” came the pilot via the speaker.

“You need to get ready, Danny. Go get some clothes and snap a pic or two for social media," said Jessica.

Danny got up to get his boxer briefs and then went to get some clothes. His mind had settled. He was Danny, the new spokesperson for BOX MENSWEAR. As he put on a white t-shirt and some gym shorts he caught himself in the mirror and couldn’t resist a chance to show off to the fans.

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You can find most of the stories on this site. As for the missing parts, you may find them on my blog.

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--- Originally posted on 2023-08-16 by shapedbydesire (breedertfs)

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Shady Unit

ϟ gay to straight tf, muscle growth, cop tf, forced tf, changed by surroundings, mental tf, reality tf, breeder/conservative tf

Peyton accepted his friends' dare against his better judgment; the gaggle of gays had been walking home from their early morning brunch, mimosas fizzling inside their dizzy heads, when they noticed the parked cop car with a wide open door. No pigs in sight, only an abandoned police unit just begging them to come over and snoop around. "Ohhh my god, you have got to let us take a picture with you sitting in the driver's seat, Peyton! That would be so funny!" This made the boy in question frown, blonde curls hanging in his face and obscuring his narrowed, baby blue eyes. Looking at the group, the least straight OR cop passing of the whole bunch would be Peyton, the twink runt, so that just made his friends laugh louder at the thought and push him closer to the unguarded vehicle. "Come on, Peyton, do it! You've got this!"

Making sure once more that the coast was clear, he decided that there was no harm in it. All he had to do was run over, strike a cute pose, and then get the fuck out and go home! He marched his way over, struggling a bit as he pulled the heavy, solid door a little further away so that he could squeeze inside, and then he turned to smile at his friends with flushed cheeks, hands lifted up in a double thumbs up pose. It was just a shame that the car door slammed shut before his buddies could snap their pictures, a faint murmur of gasps and sounds of confusion behind the thick shell of steel as Peyton found himself trapped and silenced within the car, panic rising in his system as he tried and failed to get the door to budge as he pressed and yanked trying to open it. All to no avail.

That was when he heard the rustling on the dashboard, the bulky pair of black sunglasses rattling in place, as if charged with energy and about to combust. He was staring at them in shock and fear when they suddenly leaped forward, opening their hinges and sliding right onto his frightened face, covering his shocked vision in a shield of dim, repressed light. Honestly, the jumping object would have been the most frightening part, if not for the pain that suddenly flared in the space between his temples. He gasped out in pain, muscles tensing, spine locking in place as shocks began to pulse through his body.

Little thoughts began to dance with his begs for mercy, his brain was a battlefield of trying to rationalize what was happening to him, and trying to ignore the presence that was steadily making itself known inside of himself. Another man's casual thoughts were overlapping his own, overpowering them. "Fuck, I can't wait for this shift to be over so I get home to my girl." Peyton grimaced, another shock rolling through him, his jaw stinging as it cracked outward into a chiseled, strong, pitch black stubbled line. The twink was confused and alarmed to hear this gruff voice speaking, especially one that gave a shit about getting home to a girl.

He reached up to pull the glasses off, trying to exert control over his spasming limbs, but then he could feel the muscles in his arms tearing apart and stitching themselves back together in an instant, his spindly arms vibrating in the air as suddenly they ballooned out into firm, solid, vascular biceps that were swollen with raw strength. Except now they were forced into a double bicep pose and no longer reaching for the glasses still trapped on his head.

"Fuccck, I just want to get home and flood her cunt. The good book says to be fruitful and multiply, my only purpose in life is to be a traditional man, to fulfill my duty as a male," the low, bovine voice kept talking despite Peyton's inner protests, his newly large and calloused hand reaching down to cup his bulge, lithe fingers fattening into sausages. His rough fingertips could feel a different and more durable fabric where his mesh shorts had once been. But that all paled in comparison to the heat radiating from his crotch, the trembling of his little nub cock as it began to engorge, fattening into a thick, girthy, vein covered shaft.

His cock head flared out into a large purple mushroom that was already leaking pre into his tight and sweaty boxers, a sun kissed hue washing across his pasty skin with every twitch of his bulking up body. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His firm jaw itched as black, wiry beard hairs burst through the coarse skin, making look him manly and intimidating. His blonde curls retracted into a dark black, traditional cut.

With what little control he could muster, he reached up to the driver's side mirror, pulling down the flap and gasping in absolute shock. Or at least he meant to, but now his permanently fixed cocky smirk could only speak with the same voice that was inside his head. "Fuck, I look clean as shit! My bitch is gonna be dripping all over my cock all night long." He watched clear as day as his now douchey, older, masculine face moved on its own accord, speaking without his say in the same dumb, harsh, jock voice he had heard earlier. Now looking at himself in the reflection, unable to control the posing body of the conceited bodybuilder cop he was trapped within, he could see what had become of his clothes. His little rainbow buttons and badges were now deadly gear strapped to his vest and belt, and his cute outfit was now a traditional and crisp police uniform.

Nothing that made up Peyton was left once that door slammed shut, leaving behind a smug and newly minted Officer Dickson sitting inside his very own unit. Flipping on the siren lights, he popped open the car door with a casual lean of his bulky body, Peyton wailing inside his mental prison at the sight of his former friends. This was their idea, and they needed to help him! He just wanted to be set free, safe to go home and far away from this awful, backwards minded brain his essence had now been shoved into.

But the massive man only sneered and glared at the group of fairies behind his dark black, emotionless lenses. "Clear the fuck out, or I'll take you all in for processing." He was okay watching them sprint to run away, vowing to deal with their presence another day. As much as he loved bringing alpha men into this world by changing gay men to serve the police unit, repurposed to better suit traditional society, he would always have a fondness of doing it the old fashioned way. And his wife was certainly gonna end up inflated with a few alpha sons in her belly once he was finished with her tonight. Peyton would just have to get used to the countless flashes of bouncing tits and squirting pussies inside his new cage. Officer Dickson wasn't going to change his mindset for anyone, let alone the skinny little queer he didn't even remember being.

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Do you have what it takes?

"Young man, do you think you what have what it takes?" one of the cops said to Jack as he walked by their booth.

"Uhm, I-" he muttered. He was nervous being near them and was trying to hurry past.

"Are you sure you don't want a career in law enforcement?" asked another cop. "You look like the kind of guy who could really benefit from our services."

Jack stopped and looked at the cops, then back down at his clothes. He was wearing a loose t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. It felt weird that they were encouraging him to be like them, but he didn't think he had the body for it. "I don't know... I'm not sure I could do that kind of work."

The cops looked at each other, then back at Jack. The one who first mentioned his outfit stepped forward and said, "You can't be serious! Look at you!" He reached out and grabbed Jack's shirt, pulling it up to expose his stomach.

Jack was shocked, but didn't resist. "What? What are you doing?"

"See that gut?" the cop asked as he poked Jack's soft belly. "We can fix that." He turned to his partners and said, "He's got a great frame. With just a little work he could be a real man."

Jack looked down at his stomach. It wasn't fat, but it wasn't toned either. Could they really make him more muscular? "Uh... I don't know..."

The other cop patted him on the back. "Don't worry, kid. We'll take great care of you." He smiled.

Jack smiled nervously. "Thanks, but I'm not sure I want to be in law enforcement."

The university student had been failing his classes and was on the path of being forced to drop out of his bachelor. Only by mere chance had he managed to pass his first year. Now, in his second year, his lack of studying was starting to catch up rather quickly.

In anticipation of not being able to continue with university, he had decided to go to his local career fair to look for possible new jobs that would fit him.

He didn't expect however to be approached by and felt up by multiple policemen seemingly promising him muscles and masculinity.

As he was preoccupied with his internal monologue, the third cop had grabbed his arm and started feeling his bicep. Jack flexed a little bit out of reflex. "You see that? He's got some muscle already. We can make you real strong."

Jack looked at his arms. He was clearly not impressed. "I want to be stronger, but I don't know about being a cop..."

The first cop grabbed the hem of Jack's shirt and pulled it up further to expose more of his gut. "You worry too much, kid. We can make you into anything. Do you want to be strong? We can give you all the muscle you need. Do you want a bigger dick? No problem. Want to get smarter or dumber? We can do that too."

Jack looked at the other cops, then back down at his flat stomach.

"I... I guess if you think I could do it," Jack said. "It can't be that hard."

"Oh, we'll make sure you meet our standards," the first cop replied as he turned Jack around. He reached down and grabbed the skinny guy's ass through his jeans.

Jack gasped and blushed. He was straight, but it still felt good. The cop squeezed his butt so hard that the skinny young man yelped. "Ahh... stop!"

The other cops laughed as the first cop continued to playing with Jack's ass. As the cop's calloused hands explored Jack's globes, the cop could feel the surface start to expand. While he was busy, the other cops reached out and started poking at Jack's chest. The last cop had other ideas. He hands found his way down to Jack's waist, swiftly pulling down his jeans, exposing more of his pale body. Jack looked around nervously as they felt him up in public.

"I don't know about this..." he said.

"As I said before, you worry too much," the first cop reiterated, slapping his ass hard enough to make the skinny man jump. "Just relax." he said with a laugh.

The more the cops touched him, the more the strain on his clothes could be felt. As he looked down he could see two slim slabs of meat on what used to be his flat chest. He was still not at the level of the cops, but it felt like there was just a little more muscle there than before. Had they really made him more muscular already? "I don't know..."

"Relax, kid." The cop in front of him turned Jack around to face him. "We'll take good care of you." He leaned down and kissed the nervous young man on the lips.

Jack was shocked at first, but he had been getting more turned on as the cops played with his body. He opened his mouth and let the cop kiss him. The man's tongue slid into his mouth and played around with his own tongue. Jack could feel his erection growing in his pants as they kissed in front of the other cops.

"See?" the cop breaking the kiss said to the others. "I told you he has potential."

Jack blushed, but didn't say anything as the cop behind him slapped his ass again. The nervous young man felt like there was even more muscle there now.

The first cop now looked at Jack with hungry eyes. In one a single movement he grabbed the overly tightened guy's collar and split his shirt in two halves. Jack was now left wearing just his sneakers and a pair of briefs in front of the cops. "Let's see what we're working with..."

He reached down and continued like before, feeling up Jack's ass through his jeans. The other cops crowded around him, feeling up his arms, legs, back, and chest. Jack looked around nervously as they felt him up in public. He could feel their fingers sliding along his skin. It felt so good, but it was also scary being at their mercy.

"He's still a little too scrawny," one of the cops said as he squeezed Jack's bicep. "We need to bulk him up."

Jack looked down at his chest. There was still not much there, but it did look fuller than before.

The first cop had again circled around now standing behind Jack.

"Let's first see how that dick measures up" the first cop whispered in Jack's ear. He could feel the cop's bulge push up against his ass. At the same time, the other cops reached out and started feeling up his crotch through the fabric.

Jack blushed and tried to cover himself, but the cops were too strong. "Stop... please..." he said softly.

The cop in front of him reached down and pulled off the skinny guy's boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of the other cops. They laughed as they got their first look at his small cock.

"Hmm, not bad but we like to have a bit of fun at the station" one of the cops said with a laugh. "This wont do."

Jack felt like he was going to die from embarrassment, but the cop holding him laughed and said, "Don't worry, we can fix that too." He reached out and started stroking Jack's dick, making it grow harder.

The other cops crowded around him, continuing to feel up his arms, legs, back, chest, and balls. The cop still holding him said, "Let's get you a proper uniform." He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Jack's eyes widened in shock. "W-what are those for?"

The cop smiled at him. "You're going to be our new recruit. And as a recruit, you need to follow our orders. So do what I say and put your hands behind your back."

Jack felt like he was in a dream. He did as the cop ordered and turned around, putting his hands behind his back. The cop quickly cuffed him, making it impossible for him to move his arms. Then he reached down and untied Jack's shoes. "Now, let's get started..."

The cop laughed and turned to the others. "Watch this," he said with a grin. He reached into his bag again and pulled out something that looked like a weird tube of toothpaste. "This here is called Growth Factor," he explained as he squeezed some onto his hand. "It's what we use to help new recruits get up to our standards."

Jack watched with wide eyes as the cop rubbed the gel between his fingers, then reached out and started stroking his cock again. Jack gasped at how good it felt, but also at what he saw happening to his penis. It was starting to grow! The other cops laughed and cheered as they watched him get a proper dick.

"Holy shit!" one of them exclaimed. "He's growing like a weed!"

Jack looked down at his crotch in amazement. His pecker was quickly becoming a big, thick cock! He had never felt so turned on in his life. The cop continued to stroke him as he watched his own cock grow longer and harder. It felt like someone was giving him the best handjob ever.

The other cops cheered as Jack's new cock reached full length. It was now 8 inches long and rock hard, with a huge ballsack hanging beneath it. Jack looked down at his crotch in amazement. He was now sporting a massive dick!

The cop stopped stroking him and said, "There you go. That's a proper cock if I've ever seen one." The other cops laughed as they stared at Jack's new equipment. He felt like he was the biggest stud in the world with his huge tool between his legs.

"Now," the cop continued, "let's get started on the rest of you..."

The first cop passed the gel to his colleagues who squeezed out a glob of the paste in their hands, ready to mold their new recruit.

The first cop turned Jack around so he was facing away from them again. He reached down and started feeling up the skinny guy's legs. "These need a little work," he said as he squeezed Jack's skinny thighs. "But they're a good foundation to build on."

Jack looked at his legs in amazement. As the cop's hands made their up his legs, he could see his legs start to expand with pure muscle. Jack looked down at his feet in shock. His legs had grown so much that the shoes he was wearing were now too small for him.

The other cops reached out and started feeling up Jack's arms, back, chest, and abdomen. They laughed as they felt his body growing more muscular under their fingers. "He's like Mr. Incredible," one of them joked.

Jack looked down at his stomach in amazement. He now had a clearly outlined six pack. The cops continued to feel up his body, making it grow more even muscular and attractive everywhere they touched. Jack felt like he was turning into a total hunk!

The first cop stepped back and looked at Jack's new body. "Not bad," he said with a grin. "You're almost ready for your new uniform."

Jack felt like he was going to die from embarrassment from being fully naked in public, but also from the feeling of the cops touching him all over. They were turning him into a total stud! The cop in front of him untied his shoes and reached down to pull off Jack's sneakers and socks.

The first cop continued to rub the growth factor into Jack's stomach, making it grow even more toned and muscular. His abs bulged out so much that they looked like they were about to pop out of his skin. Jack couldn't believe how good it felt to have his body changing right before their eyes. The cop finished with his stomach and said, "Watch this."

He reached down and started rubbing the growth factor directly into Jack's cock, making it grow even harder and longer. Jack gasped at how good it felt to have his dick getting even larger and more sensitive. The other cops cheered as they watched him get a proper cock!

The first cop finished with Jack's cock and said, "There you go. That's a recruit who's ready for his new uniform." He reached into his bag again and pulled out some clothes.

Jack looked down at himself in amazement. He had gone from being a scrawny, nerdy university student to looking like a total hunk! The cops were staring at him with their jaws open in shock. They couldn't believe how good he looked now that he was all muscular and toned.

The first cop handed Jack his new uniform: a pair of tight, blue slacks that showed off his huge ass; a dark blue blouse that was one size too small to show off his toned stomach even if it was closed; and a leather belt to carry around his utility needed for his duties.

Jack put on his new clothes, feeling like a total badass as he did. The other cops couldn't take their eyes off him.

The first cop unlocked the cuffs from around his wrists and said, "Alright, you're almost part of our team now."

Still enthralled by his physical changes Jack had no idea what the cops still had left in store for him.

Then he realized there was one place the men had not been to yet: his face. As if on cue, two cops held Jack by the shoulder from behind as the remaining cop procured another item from his bag.

The cop held in front of Jack a small round brown tin filled with a thick white paste.

"We need you to also look authoritative, criminals will not take you serious otherwise," he remarked.

Jack could feel the cream being spread on his eye brows and cheeks. As the paste was absorbed into the skin, he understood why the other cops had restrained him. His face became incredibly itchy and it felt like a thousand small needles were pinned onto his face.

Whilst Jack couldn't see it he could feel all the small hairs that had now formed a full beard, and busy eyebrows.

"Now you look like like a real man" the cop exclaimed.

"You don't know the first thing about being cop yet, but don't worry, we'll show you the ropes" he said with suggestive wink, motioning for Jack and his other colleague to head to the patrol car.

--- Author notes ---

This is my first time trying to use AI assistance in writing stories. I was inspired by fellow users like @fafnir19 and @artificial-transmutations using it in their hot stories! I must say the freedom it offers in finding a fitting picture is really useful! For text generation it's also good but you really can't expect to write everything for you! Still a lot of intervention required. To be really honest, there are still some parts which are iffy but for an experiment I think it's fine!

I did want to include some mental changes/reprogramming but aside from Jack gaining confidence I don't think I could have included it since it would make this story extremely long.

If anyone is curious about more of the technical workings on how I managed to create the artworks or text just let me know.

Hope you enjoyed it. If anyone wants I can post a couple more images that I generated but did not make the final selection!

--- Author notes ---

Escape

Inspired by the amazing vocal work of Amalianetwork

It was just another boring day at home for me. The rain was hitting my window rapidly as the clouds outside stormed on. A welcome noise to drown out my arguing family downstairs. I just sighed and silently wished for an escape from this mess I call my life.

I didn’t have the worst life. I was just a guy home from college this weekend. Part of me missed the nostalgia of being in my old room, while part of me remembered why I was so eager to get back to my less boring life in my dorm.

These were the thoughts that filled my head right before I blacked out.

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Becoming Bryce

--- Originally posted on 2021-04-15 by newyoutf ---

Alex opened the door of his apartment and threw his keys onto the counter, his eyes darting around. He’d been expecting a delivery today, the delivery notification came in just minutes ago.

“God damn Bryce, couldn’t even accept the delivery, the one favor I’ve asked,” Alex thought to himself.

Bryce was Alex’s roommate. A large, handsome jock of a man; quite the opposite of Alex. If Bryce wasn’t home he’d be at the beach, the gym, or out hitting on everything that had a pulse. Alex had always had a love/hate relationship with the jock, but he was also jealous that he wasn’t and couldn’t ever be muscular and manly in the same way that Bryce was.

“Hey, Bryce, you here? I had a delivery?” Alex asked loudly.

A few days ago Alex had seen an oddly specific ad in his Instagram feed for a special kind of spray-on supplement that claimed to be able to “bring out the jock in you!”. The twenty-four-year-old had been trying desperately to pack some weight onto his thin body, and in that desperation, anything that claimed it might help was an option.

Alex walked toward Bryce’s room, the door half shut but the light still on.

“Oh yeah man, got it here!”, Bryce’s unmistakable, deep voice echoed out from behind the door.

He opened the door to see the small box open on the floor, the shipping label torn through the middle with the words “From: New You Inc.” still partially legible.

The six-foot-two Bryce was standing at his desk, shirtless, with his strong, hairy chest on full display. Alex spied a small spray canister with the label “Jock Formula” written across it in Bryce’s meaty hand.

“No!“ Before Alex could stop him the dimwitted stud pressed down on the cap and sprayed it under his arm.

“Huh… it’s already empty?” the jock said, confused because he hadn’t bothered to read any of the included writing.

“Yeah, it’s a single dose, Bryce! That shit was expensive,” Alex bemoaned, barely containing his anger.

“Oh shit, sorry man,” Bryce turned to face Alex, a regretful grimace crossing his handsome face.

“What’s the deal anyway, it smells like… sweat? Aren’t these sorts of things meant to smell good?” Bryce said, sniffing his hairy underarm.

“That’s probably just you. It’s not a fragrance anyway, it’s was meant to be some kind of supplement, to help me you know, bulk up a bit,” Alex replied bashfully.

He snatched the empty canister from Bryce’s hand and examined the bottle, reading the fine print on the side: “Single-dose only. Warning: Strictly for use only by men who do not match the description of a jock. Effects are unknown outside of this group.”

“Weird warning... Whatever, it was probably just a scam like all the rest anyway,” Alex thought in defeat as he turned to leave Bryce’s sweaty room only to be startled by a heaving groan from behind him.

“Augh!”

The loud, lurching moan made Alex jump. He turned to see Bryce bracing against the desk with his mouth hanging open and breathing heavily.

“Ugh, fuck!”, Bryce lightly thrust his hips forward and slumped into the desk chair sitting next to him.

“Bryce? Are you okay?” Alex spoke slowly with genuine concern.

The jock now had an enormous, raging boner visible through his loose gym shorts. Alex blushed staring at the outline of his hunky roommate's long, thick cock.

“I… I think I’m having a reaction or something man...,” Bryce moaned, having difficulty moving off the chair. He tried repeatedly to stand only to moan and fall back down.

Alex thought back to the odd warning label on the bottle and began to panic. What would happen if a jock tried to use the spray? Bryce’s rolled his eyes back as he thrust slowly and deeply upward. A large, damp patch appeared on the front of the shorts, followed by large loads of cum seeping through the fabric. Alex watched in astonishment as the stained shorts began to disintegrate, revealing the throbbing eight-inch cock that was contained within. Bryce heaved and moaned as ropes of cum shot up his thick abs.

Something about Bryce’s body looked unusual at this stage. Alex could have sworn the tall man looked a bit shorter. Indeed, Bryce was shrinking, and at a rapidly accelerating pace. His chest appeared to flatten and his muscular limbs deflated and retracted. His entire body was taking on a fabric-like texture as it rapidly receded inwards. Soon, all that was left of Alex’s roommate was a jockstrap sitting in the chair.

Alex stumbled backward in shock and sat on the side of Bryce’s bed. His mind was swirling with panic as he clasped his hands over his face, certain his situation was a bad dream and that he’d wake up any second. A light thud followed by brushing across his ankle caused him to lower his hands and see that the jockstrap had moved itself to the floor and attempted to push itself under his feet.

Alex screamed and recoiled his legs from the floor, jumping upright and unwittingly giving the jockstrap the perfect opportunity as it flew up his legs.

“Fuck! Get off!” Alex yelped as he hopped across the floor, slamming into the desk and drawers trying to pull the material away from his shorts. His horror only deepened when his shorts sizzled and frayed in contact with the jockstrap, melting into the air within seconds. His briefs met the same fate only moments later. There was no contest to be had. The jockstrap easily forced its way up his now bare legs and wrapped itself around his ass and cock.

“What the fuck?! Get off! G- get... augh!” Alex hunched over, stabilizing himself on Bryce’s desk. The sensation of the jockstrap hugging his soft cock was mind-blowing. Between gasps of pleasure, Alex heard a quiet cracking, whimpering in response as his legs began to creak, stretching longer. He thrashed backward from his hunched position allowing his back to soar taller. Alex’s arms felt heavier as they too stretched longer. Groans escaped his lips as the lengthening stopped. The formerly five-foot-nine man was now a lanky six-foot-two. However, he wouldn’t be lanky for long.

Alex’s thighs ached and pulsed. He placed his hands on them, groaning as the muscles swelled and expanded. He pushed harder into the throbbing muscles as if pushing back might stop what was happening. But the thighs just continued to bulge with muscle.

The straps around Alex’s rear tightened harder and harder as his ass swelled into them, round and firm. He grunted, shooting a massive load into the jockstrap while his cheeks expanded. Brown hair began to swirl out of the perfect globes and across his massive legs. It spread across his shins while his calves bubbled and bulged with strength.

Something about Alex’s new legs looked vaguely familiar to him, but his train of thought was interrupted by the upward spread of the changes.

“Please... no,” the groans bubbled from Alex’s throat as his stomach began to tighten. Looking downward he could see the soft outline of abs appear. The bulges of muscle only deepened as the abs thickened further. He delicately and fearfully brushed his hands against his new abs. Those legs, those abs... Alex recognized them now. They were unmistakably Bryce’s. His mind was gripped by fear, “No... no... I can’t be...”

He lurched and gasped feeling his nipples become erect, begging to be touched as muscle began to form below them. Alex blew another load feeling the thick, meaty pecs surge forth from his chest, coated in a dusting of dark, manly hair. Whatever doubt he had was washed away, this was his roommate’s chest. Alex couldn’t help but think ahead, that he’d gain Bryce’s muscular arms, his looks, his massive cock. Fear quickly gave way to desire. He couldn’t resist, he was turning into his hot roommate and the thought turned him on immensely.

“Oh fuck yeah,” a smirk crossed his face as the pressure rose in his shoulders, groaning as they pushed outwards, growing and broadening. He gripped one of the biceps with his hand tightly feeling his skinny arms begin to inflate. His biceps and triceps gradually swelled and packed on strong muscle, his grip being forced more and more open, unable to come close to holding the beautifully thick arms. Alex’s cock pulsed hard at the realization these dominant, muscular arms were truly his. His thin forearms writhed and twitched as muscle blossomed and grew within them. Veins snaked across them, running down his hands, and followed by a trail of new hairs. Alex held his trembling digits in front of his face, watching and feeling his palms creak and expand. The fingers twitched as they soared outward into the air, growing unbelievably long and proportionately meaty. Alex moaned in delight at the feeling of the weight and size of his new digits.

The same erotic stretching sensation that plagued Alex’s hands next infected his feet. Knowing that Bryce wore a size twelve, Alex knew what he was in for as the toes on his size eight feet began to stretch longer. His toes raged against his no-show socks, stretching the cotton beyond belief. Beneath the thin, strained material he could them stretching longer and thicker before they tore through. The hairy digits twitched and throbbed as his soles spread longer and wider across the floor. Alex gawked at the big feet, recognizing them as Bryce’s, but now his own.

Alex growled in anticipation as the changes rippled up his neck, causing it to widen and thicken. His sensual grunts lowered in pitch as his vocal cords morphed. His nostrils flared outward and inhaled deeply as the small button nose grew longer and thicker. A sharper, broader, more attractive jawline emerged from his face while his cheekbones shifted. His cock drooled with the knowledge that he was transforming into his handsome, jock roommate. The short hair on his head thickened and grew out, gaining waves and curls while darkening a shade. His teeth glimmered as his smile becoming a cocky smirk no one could resist. Reaching to his face, he could feel the short stubbly beard that Bryce usually had forcing its way out.

Alex turned to the mirrored wardrobe at his right, drenched in sweat, and immediately released a massive wad of cum at the sight of the manly face, Bryce’s face, looking back at him.

Alex felt his balls surge and rumble as they inflated. Emptied of cum from repeated orgasms prior, he felt them weighed down heavier, filling with new, hot, jock cum. He smiled with a dumb, devilish grin as his cock began to quiver and throb, signaling what was next to come.

An inhuman roar spilled from Alex’s mouth as his cock began to swell in size. The head bulged against the jockstrap, bloating outward and spewing more cum into the soaked jockstrap. The lengthening cock shoved against the material, pushing it further and further away from his waist and offering a view of the thickening, veiny shaft within.

Alex muttered under his breath, enthralled by the sensation of his cock morphing into a carbon copy of his roommate’s. He rubbed his hands across his beefy pecs and abs, taking in his new form and embracing the big, manly jock he now was.

His cock bounced upward as it slipped out the top of the jockstrap, having grown too large. The front of the jockstrap snapped back elastically against the top of Alex’s hairy legs. He gazed downward, panting at the massive, pulsating cock. Cum oozed out of the mushroom head, running down his eight-inch shaft. It quivered, longing to be stroked, and Alex was all too happy to oblige. He gripped the monster in his hand and throttled it.

The jock couldn’t last long, given he'd been teetering on the brink since the very beginning. Alex bellowed as the most intense orgasm of his life rocked his entire body. His large balls tensed as cum repeatedly rocketed out of the hard python, spraying up his hard, muscular chest and across the room; his shy, nerdy personality traits being pumped away with it.

Blinded from the pleasure, his mind blurred, the gaps that had formed being filled with new traits: sports, the gym, and sex were all that mattered to him now. Once the post-orgasmic glow passed the new and improved Alex made a stupid grin, impressed with the mess he’d made.

He stuffed his large, soft cock back into the jockstrap, smearing it with sweat and cum. He shuddered, feeling something strange across his body as if a moan were echoing out from the jockstrap.

He looked down at the piece of fabric, “Hey Bryce, hope you’re liking it down there, bro,” Alex snickered as he adjusted his package.