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"The new gerent"

Tags: fart fetish, IQ loss, dumbification.

I wasn't going to let him win me that job position.

I've been trying hard to be the manager of the company for years, and now this idiot comes along to be the new favorite.

I'd like to say that David just got here because of his influences, or thanks to his perfect body or his attractive face and not because of his intellect and preparation, but... He is all of the above!

It's like a slap in the face to have him around, reminding you how perfect he was.

So when I heard that they were going to announce the new manager and the rumors said it would be David... I started to act. I got a substance on the internet that said that excessive consumption caused a great loss of IQ - besides other side effects i don't even bother to read - and I started adding it to his coffee every day.

At first I didn't see any results, but over time it was noticeable that David was more distracted, little by little I heard rumors that his sales were going down, over time hearing him laugh out loud from his desk became more and more common, which got the rest of the employees confused.

One day I decided to go over to see the reason for his laughter and found David with headphones on, watching a compilation of guys farting caught on door cameras.

- Oh buddy - he said while scratching his crotch - Do you want to see? It's hilarious - he asked me genuinely.

I smiled mischievously.

- No thanks, I came to ask if you wanted coffee.

I continued to administer the formula and quickly the noises coming from his desk were no longer just laughs.

OUUUrrrARRRRRRRP

PRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT

UAAAArRrrp

Burping and farting noises echoed from his office, making all the staff turn to look at him with concern and surprise, except for me, I couldn't help but look with satisfaction, every burp, every fart from David, was one more step from me towards management.

It got to the point where David was just watching videos at his desk, farting, burping, wiping his nose, and annoying the rest of the employees with all of the above, who were quick to complain, the enchantment with David was over.

Soon they announced the new management; me, obviously.

The day I occupied my spacious dream-like new office, I was told that I would be assigned an assistant to share the space with.

"Even an assistant!? This is what I deserve" I thought, until...

PPPrrrRFFFFttttTTTTT

I heard a long and loud fart from the other side of the door and soon David entered, happily, with each step bouncing his perfect - fart machine - ass.

"Empty the tank before entering, boss," he told me straight away as he started to put his stuff on his desk.

"No... It can't be possible" I thought. "David will be my assistant!?"

- Ready to team up? - he asked me while scratching his butt with his hand inside his underwear and then extending his hand waiting for a shake.

I tried to ask for a change but they said they always choose the one who gave the second best results for being the 'right hand' of the gerent, and at the time it was David.

I'm cursed.

Now I have to spend the rest of my days working at this company - which I expected to be my job until I retired - with a guy who doesn't seem to be able to not fart for more than 15 minutes, and at this point most seem to be okay with it, they laugh with him about it, they love him again! I guess it's funny when you can see it and then you can go back to your office, but stops being funny when you have to hear it, smell it or even feel it! for your entire work shift!

At least he can still bring me coffee...

*David's Pov*

I smile proudly as I watch all my office bros laugh at my best trick: farting while shaking my butt. They love it!

"Oh shit, the boss's coffee!"

I finish with the copies and go back to the kitchen for the cup of coffee, while I'm there I take out a small bottle with a green liquid that I took from the boss's things and pour some into his coffee. I don't know what sweetener it is, but I know it's one of the boss's favorites, he always made the coffee he brought me with a bit of it, so he must love it, I'll make sure I never forget it!

- UuUARRRRRRRFRrrrp - i burped - ugh, those eggs from my breakfast are kicking in

- PRRRRFFFFFFFFT - followed by a big fart - okay, back to work.

"Relaxed Straight"

Tags: Gay to straight, fart kink, IQ loss, personality change.

***

I can't believe we wore the exact same outfit - Teodoro said angrily as he entered to a cheap brand clothing store he found on the way.

He had left a party where another gay guy with who he didn't get along, had arrived wearing the same baggy pants and the same pastel pink shirt, and even the same pink glasses; it was totally humiliating.

"I'm sure he saw my outfit on my stories and imitated it just to annoy me" he thought.

He tried to find a good outfit at the atore but most of them were basic straight man clothes.

At the end, he decided for a crop top from the women's section and some basic jeans.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the brand.

"Relaxed straight"

- More like "Stressed gay" - he said to himself

When he was being atend at the counter before getting into for trying on clothes, the changing room worker looked at him with a strange smile... like mischieveous while drinking a can of beer, something gave him a bad feeling... Also, why is he allowed to drink at work?! But he decided to ignore it, at the the end he was just going to try on some clothes and leave.

He entered the changing rooms that emanated a bad rancid smell, so he began to change immediately to finish soon and scape from that place.

Soon enough he was in his underwear, and when he tried on the pants, he was surprised by how well they fit him.

Happy, he posed in front of the mirror, however, that happiness soon began to be overshadowed by a feeling of strangeness.

A slight burning sensation began to spread from his ankles up, soon the sensation took over all his legs and even his butt.

Thinking that he was having an allergic reaction to the cheap fabric, he tried to take off his pants but he couldn't unbutton them, it was like they were glued to him.

- AHHH - he shouted and immediately put a hand to his mouth when he realized that his voice sounded much deeper.

'Whats happening!?'

While he was stressed looking at himself in the mirror trying to figure out how to take off his pants, he realized that the pants were no longer so loose on him...

It seemed that his legs had thickened, they looked wider and more muscular, so much was the change that the pants went from loose to tight...

Still scared, he turned around with the intention of leaving the changing room and asking for help, but when he turned around he could see the exact moment when his ass swelled... His once flat ass was growing, filling with fat and muscle, until it had a large and enviable bubble shape.

This time, instead of worrying, he couldn't help but smile... Why stress over the fact that his body was magically changing if it was changing for the better? Besides, with that ass, surely his crush Isaac would finally pay attention to him...

Usually he would fantasize about Isaac, the handsome bisexual fuckboy from college fucking him... The idea seemed so sexy, so desirable... But when that image came to his head, this time what he felt was rejection.

"Maybe Isaac isn't my type anymore..."

What was his type? When he tried to think about how he liked men, images of curvy women with big breasts came to his mind.

"This Is getting to weird!" He tought.

Scared again, he tried to take off his pants, but when he reached for the zipper, he found a huge erect dick.

- Huhu, how big - he said, surprised and pleased, while looking at his new big member.

Now he thought: What did it matter if his mind was magically changing if at the same time his body was improving?

- What a nice cock - he said to himself, looking at his reflection with a cocky attitude - it would be a shame not to use it, huh? Maybe im a top after all.

He turned to look at his incredible ass.

- Well, it also would still be a shame not to use it - he said while slaping his buttcheecks - but I guess it still works for...

FFFRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRRP

His ass released a huge, loud fart while Teo laughed with a laugh that was now as clumsily and slow as him.

- Stills works for that, huhuhu - he finished while fanning the stench of the fart, it smelled just as rancid as the changing rooms when he had entered to.

He already had completely forgotten his concern and his plans to escape, and with every more minute he spent in those pants he also forgot the person he was...

He couldn't stop thinking on how good his cock was and how bad he wanted to use It... With a woman, he was craving for some vag.

And every fart he was letting out, Teao was farting away all those toughts that could stress him, his vanity, his college goals, his IQ...

Turning him Just as the brabd name, relaxed straight.

After a while posing for the mirror he prepared to continue trying the rest of the outfit, but soon he realized the options in his fitting room...

A women's crop top? He must have been confused when grabbing the clothes from the counter, he wouldn choose those girly clothes...

He left the now even stinkier room and asked the employee of moments ago for a basic shirt of any color.

- But hey, a man's color, bro - he specified.

Soon the employee arrived with a black t-shirt without a print.

Teo tried it on, it was perfect! Nothing could go wrong with basic outfits of one color.

He was about to change back into the clothes he had arrived to and then go to pay for his new outfit, but he looked confused at his belongings:

Baggy decorated pants? Pink short t-shirt? Pink glasses? Was this his outfit?!

Imposible! He wouldn't go out in that!

- Hey bro! - He said to the worker - Is there a problem if I pay wearing this? My previous clothes were shit, that's why I came here, It was an emergency

- No problem bro, and they do were shit, you looked like a sissy - the worker finished drinking his beer and released a loud and shameless burp - UAAAAARRRRPPP

- Nice one - Teo laughed

- But not anymore, mah bro - the employee continued - now you look relaxed and straight.

The new Teo got into his car, turned on the radio to the sports section, stroked his member and smiled as he drove back to the party, ready to find some girl to use It.

I feel like he doesnt look like the kind of guy that would fart this shamesly but he does and its fucking hot

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"My brother's stench"

Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.

Rewrite by me.

⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)

"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.

So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.

"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was

"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.

PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT

"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."

"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.

He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.

The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp

"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.

When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.

"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.

"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this,"  he says, touching his bulge.

"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.

"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"

"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."

He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."

"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.

"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."

"I do! But-"

But he interrupts me.

"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro." 

...

"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."

"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.

"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.

This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.

I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.

"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"

Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."

"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"

"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.

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Hope you enjoyed.

This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:

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I wanna re write this cause is so good but so short but the acount is deactivated so can't ask for permission 😭

I wanna re write this cause is so good but so short but the acount is deactivated so can't ask for permission 😭

My Brother’s Stench

“Bro, please wash my boyfriend’s body. I’m begging you”

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend’s big, beefy body, he was jealous. So jealous that he decided to cast a spell and possess him. So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend’s body. He’s acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do. He’s flexing my boyfriend’s muscles and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It’s gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

It’s almost like he takes pleasure in my disgust. At breakfast, he pushed me up against the wall, let out a deep burp and blew the fowl stench into my face. When watching the game, he will lift his butt, laugh and yell “Protein fart!” as he lets out a long groaning hot stench that makes my eyes water. He’s turned my boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I‘m scared that I’m never going get my real boyfriend back. I don’t want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

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BBBBRRRRPPPTPTTTTTTT

A loud trumpet blast hits your face, an eggy smell making its way up your nose. A bet, it was a dumb bet that I didn’t think I could lose but here I am. A few inches from Brett’s bubble butt constantly blasting my face. Singeing my nose hair and blowing back my hair. Fogging up my glasses only for the spray of sweat glistening down his cheeks clearing the fog.

“Alright boys here comes another one” Brett says to his gaming buds on the mic.

Ppprrrttt

“Oh that one was smaller than I thought. Lucky y… “ A loud gurgle interrupted a Brett as a devilish grin grew on his face. You couldn’t see his face but you were shaking in fear of what was to come. “Guess your luck has just run out. Listen to this one boys” Brett says. The smell hitting you before you even hear the blast begin.

First it was dry and loud, akin to an orchestra loud and overpowering. A horrid smell but nothing you’re not already used to. After a two minute uproar it was still going strong but got quoted and wetter spraying your face with sweat. The air quality only getting worse as the smell of a barn begins sweeping throughout the room.

“You bro it sounds sick. Be happy y’all aren’t here!” Brett says laughing with each breath.

At minute five you thought it was over quiet apart from Brett’s laughter and then a sight of relief broke his laughter. A vile smell the worst thing you’ve ever smelled entered your nose. You kept gagging not being able to breathe until everything went dark. Brett still ripping for another minute before realizing he couldn’t feel your breath hitting his cheeks anymore.

“Oh look like he passed out. Well that doesn’t mean I stop”

#weightgaintfs #weightgain

Alexander belched. He had just downed an “Instant Mass Gainer” shake that came from some French company.  He had heard rumors that these products worked, but he was skeptical of the claims.  This particular shake promised to add around 60 kilos to a man’s frame in a matter of minutes.  Ridiculous! Absurd- but the shake itself didn’t look like normal protein shakes, it was totally black, flask like in shape, and had a bright red warning saying it would cause him to permanently gain around 60 kilos of fat and muscle mass. Its a good thing he could read some English and French, he thought. 

Well, he had to try it. He had to give it a shot. He wanted to get bigger after all, and why the hell not give it a shot?  His lifting buddy Ivan stood by with his phone ready.  “ Well, lets see if it works!”

“Do you feel anything?”

“Bloated” Alex shot back. “ My stomach is definitely full of something.  Damn.” Alex felt something he thought would be impossible… he felt thicker. He put his hand on his midsection and there was a notable little curve to it. He looked down and his whole frame was starting to look and feel fuller. 

“I think….” Alex stammered “I think I feel something”  He felt an energy radiating out to his limbs. He never envisioned a little chocolate flavored “Mass Gainer” could create all these crazy sensations. What the hell was in that thing? 

“I’m definitely bloating up”  Alex said. He turned sidewise to demonstrate to his friend. 

His friend Ivan didn’t say a word, but his eyes widened.  There was no question, Alex was starting to look… well, beefier. Thicker, wider. It couldn’t just be bloat could it? Even his arms looked pumped up. 

“Alex, I think dude… you’re looking… big. How do you feel?”

“It feels weird! I feel something, I mean, I feel OK, just like… something is happening. I feel… heavier”

“Are you serious man? You feel heavier?!?”

“Yeah… do I look heavier?” Alex replied. 

There was a pause. 

“Alex, my friend, you look much heavier.”

“Are you serious?”

Ivan took another photo.  There was no question- every part of Alex’s frame had grown. His arms, his shoulders, his chest, his traps… and very noticeably, his belly. 

“How do I look?” Alex asked again.  

“You look big, really big.”

“I feel it… I feel… big” Alex groaned again. The growth was really coming in now. His whole frame was ballooning up with new mass. He looked down at his bigger chest and now prominent round belly.  God, he wanted to get big… but he couldn’t believe this was happening to him.  

Ivan’s eyes widened still. His gym buddy was growing huge right in front of him. He could hardly believe this. It had to be some kind of wizardry, some kind of magic.

Alex shifted his body around, repositioned, and as he did so, felt the new weight and size of his body. He was shocked to feel his arms, they were getting so massive. His belly too, we undeniable. 

He felt another surge as the growth pumped his frame larger. He had to have put on at least 40 kilos by now. 

He faced Ivan and spread his arms to show off his huge new frame. He knew his shoulders and arms had grown massive and he wanted to see how it would look on camera. 

“Ok…” he groaned again “How do I look… now?” Alex asked. He 

“Huge!” Ivan exclaimed. “You’re huge Alex, you look enormous. How is this possible?! You must be `140 kilos!”

“I don’t know!” Alex responded.  He could still feel the growth coursing through his now enormously beefy frame.  From Gym bunny to massive Russian strongman in minutes, Alex looked like an absolute giant compared to Ivan. 

Ivan was in shock, and deep down Alex was too, but he had to look in control, he had to feel in control of the situation. He could handle being big like this. Being really big. Alex flexed an arm, feeling how massive his biceps and triceps had become, how rounded and expansive his shoulders were…. He could… live with this. He looked down again at his gut, growing rounder still. It was the one piece that would make him insecure- he had a gut now. A big round lifter gut. No, a huge round lifter gut.  Alex couldn’t even see past it to his lower body. He felt it with his hands, there was so much more of him now. He was just… so meaty, so big.  Goddamn, part of this was turning him on, but he couldn’t say why. Part of this terrified him. 

He felt the growth start to subside as he rubbed his big round new gut.  

He sighed with relief.  It felt like the growth was almost done…  He looked down again at his enormous new body. Fuck, what was he going to do? 

“Ivan… does it look like… does it look like I’ve stopped growing”

“I can’t tell.. but maybe. Yeah, maybe, I don’t…. I can’t tell, but I think its slowed down.” Ivan responded. 

“Thank god” Alex muttered under his breath. The sensation of fullness that had accompanied his transformation was beginning to dissipate. 

Alex rubbed his big new muscle gut again and stared absently at the opposite wall. `What the hell have I done to myself` he thought.  He had to be at least 60 kilos heavier, at least! If not more.  He was gigantic, what was he going to say to people? How was he going to find shirts to fit him now?

Ivan snapped one more picture- Alex with the thousand yard stare, contemplating the repercussions of his actions, contemplating his new size, all his new mass. How was he going to tell his family? 

A short time later, Alex found a scale that would properly weigh him at his new size.  166 kilos. a 70 kilo gain in around 6 minutes.  He was the largest man Ivan, or Alex had ever seen in person. 

Later that night, Alex shared with Ivan the name of the company and where he had ordered that mystery shake online.  If he was going to stay Alex’s weightlifting partner, he’d need to get his hands on that same shake as soon as possible. 

Are you gonna write about the other topics your profile says? U only have wrote about gay to straight and fart stuff. Just asking.

Yes! Working on some body swap stuff too

Any particular topic u are interested on? 👀

"Man of the future"

Alan was 20 years old gay guy that turned his passion for video games into a career as a streamer. Every night, he sat in front of his computer, illuminated by the lights of his setup, and connected to play with his thousands of followers enchanted by the fact of having a popular gay and handsome streamer. That night, however, something different happened.

While chatting with his audience and viewing the comments in the chat, he noticed a message that stood out among the others.

@ yourbroski: "Try this game, 'Man of the Future'," said a donation message with a link.

@ yourbroski: "Its my game, i create It"

- You Did!? No way - Alan replied

He clicked the link, opening the Game just for being nice, the title didnt sounded like something that the girly Alan would enjoy.

Within seconds after the click, Alan found himself downloading a game he had never heard of. The title, "Man of the Future," glowed on the screen.

The game was a complicated obstacle course and shooter that quickly engrossed Alan into the digital word.

- Hey, this is indeed fun

But the fun ended quickly. When he died in the game for the first time - Which was pretty fast -, a screen appeared with the saying, "C'mon Bro, you can do better" along with an strange music, almost hipnotazing music.

- Whoa, did you guys see that? - Alan said, leaning back in his chair. - This game is savage! 'C'mon Bro, you can do better'? Challenge accepted! - he answered.

However, the second attempt didn’t go any better. When Alan died again, the message changed to, "Don’t be a noob, Bro."

Alan face reddened with frustration. "Okay, Bro," he muttered under his breath.

- No way am I letting this game call me a noob. Let's do this! - He turned to the chat, determination blazing in his eyes. -You guys with me? This game’s going down, Bros!

Took a sip of His... beer? He didnt remenber being drinking beer, he didnt even remenber enjoying beer but he was so centred on beating that game that kinda ignored It.

- OOOOOUUURRRP - he belched - dang, sorry bros - he said a bit ashamed... Just a bit. He was too centred to being ashamed.

Meanwhile the coments were going crazy.

"Whats happening With all those 'Bro'? Thats off character"

"@ yourbroski: Nothing to be ashamed! Better out than inside my Bro!"

"Are we sure this Is Alan? Lol"

He keep playing moving his fingers as fast as he could, he was doing Better and when he almost reached the wining flag - a flag decorated only With White and black lines - he got killed by another player.

- Son of a bitch! - he yelled - that motherfucker killed me at the very last BRARRRRP - belched - moment!

"Dont be a pussy" The screen said this time, as knowing he was whining.

- No way this game just called me a "pussy"! - he said ofended - Im not, and in gonna show them all - he said while opening his legs in the chair in a more relaxed position, tooking a moment to scracht his balls in front everybody before starting the new round.

In that position everybody could apreciate some strong arms and legs that people didnt knew Alan had abd Alan didnt remenber to have worked on.

"Sexy" a guy comented.

He was gay, but for some reason reading that from a guy, maked him feel angry.

- Dont be a weirdo, dude - he said

He was gay, right..?

Then started playing again, not releasing every time his character died, a part of His persona did too.

Yelling, coursing, chugging beer and burping, acting with a cocky attitude more and more, every round, less nice, less gay, less him, until...

- BROS, I-OARRRRRP -He couldnt contain a burp - I DID IT!

His character was holding that black and White flag.

"Now youre a real alpha" the tv screen said With that strange music still.

"Now youre the Man of the future"

And with that, the remains of Alan were erased, he didnt remenber being a girly gay guy anymore, he always had been an alpha, a straight, gassy, jock that loved playing videogames and humillating the noobs and "queerdos" on the games.

Alan started doing a "celebration dance" that basically was doing hip moviments to show his bulge. Like he were fucking someone.

- This Is for you, @broski - Alan put His microphone close to his ass and ripped a big, loud, smelly fart on It - i beated you - he said proud. Between laughs he added - Nah, GG bro, youre talented, definetly gonna share It with the bros.

"Whats happening with Him?!' someone comented

"@ yourbroski: That flag send the fag away"

Alan didnt even read those coments, he was busy trying to fan away the fart with his hands.

That Night the strange transformartion of the gay gamer Alan was trending everywhere, but before His friend Group had read something, they receive link to a Game from Alan.

"Alan: Best game of the month broskis"

The group of friends made up of gay guys and nice straight guys thought Alan's writing was odd, but without knowing the situation they gave more atention to the link, opening it, ready to play a life-changing game, "The man of the future."

(This is just fetish writing)

"Influencing influencers"

Im Byron, im kinda popular on the media, wouldnt call myself an influencer but at least an small celebrity for certain people: gay guys. Im popular between gay guys.

Then there is this guy, Tod, he do Is an influencer, another gay guy pretty popular, and we have done some colaboration videos, thanks to this i got a bit of highlights recently, getting more followers, but just some days ago Tod posted something off, at least for his usual:

Fart jokes? Superhero referentes? Both together!? Really weird if you ask me to. The situation got weirder when a lot of popular guys from the "gymbro side" of the media started comenting, celebrating his video... And he wrote back, in the weirder way posible:

"@markobroskii: Sick Bro! Superman Is next

@Tody_yourguy: Aded to the list broski!"

Didnt tought too much about It until he post a video that made my jaw drop:

He wasnt just wearing clothes that didnt match his usual but he was in the lingerie zone playing with the undies, saying he was making the zone 'More enjoyable to the View"

That sell the deal. I send his a message and went to his place to check on him.

In the way to his place i saw his @ on media changing to @Tod_thebro.

Wtf!?

When arrived, i notice diferences since he open the door, he stank!

- Jesus! Tod, thats your smell!?

- Yeah, some bro scent, go ahead bro, take a sit - he said With a voice that sounded diferent, he was talking with this "Frat Bro" acent we used to laugh about.

His apartament was now a mess, full of empty - and not so empty - pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and sticky looking socks... He offer me a beer from a brand i didnt knew, but i'm not really a drinker so maybe thats why. I took it just to be polite, took some sips... Wasnt that bad.

Tried to find the cleanest place and thats where i sat.

- Sup bro, what did you wanna talk about?

- Well... About this... - I said looking around -Whats happening? First that gross fart video - I saw him chuckle when i mentioned that - then that also gross video on the lingerie store and Now... Look at your apartament, what hapened?

- I woke up bro - thats his only answer.

- Huh?

- I realice that gay life wasnt right for me

- What the fuck you- he interupt me

- Going to the gym, no worries about skin care routine - he keep talking - no worries even about showers, not washing my butt every-time-i-have-a-date - he said that words sounding indeed really sick of it- or not washing my butt at all, no using it for please other guys, just using it for this:

After saying that he lifted a leg and rip a long, smelly and loud fart

PRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTFFFF the fart resonated for all the place, stinking everything, i had to cover my nose inmediatly, which make Tod laugh.

- Tod, theres no way to go straight, u have always been against that believe!

- Used to, but theres way, and you Will UAAARP agree soon

- What do you mean? - i said confused, and a bit of worried

- See, my awaking start when i had the first can of a beer from this weird brand a hot masc guy gave me, that same beer you are drinking now

Oh fuck.

- Oh n-OOUUUURRRRRP

- It's already starting, bro

- Theres no way, uh-PRRRRRRFFTTTFFFF

Tod was smiling with and almost evil smile, chugged a can of beer, belched and said: Cheers bro.

While here, I was burping non-stop, feeling my brain a bit foggy... Why I was worried about?

...

@ morningboy💕:

Oh!, Byron finally posted something, and it looks like a colab with Tod! Maybe he make him come back to his senses, all his 'turning straight' story really afect to the community.

Anyways lets see the video...

Ok, that outfit was a choice, Byron - I tough

Keep watching.

Oh... Oh no, is Byron having a fart contest with Todd!?

This feels wrong... Wait! Why his user just changed to @Byb-ronski...

"This is life"

Tags: Male tfs, dumbification, IQ loss, fart kink, burp kink.

"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering to my apartament. Since i gave that potion to my big brother, im living like a man should.

See, my big brother was always too polite, to strict, like an adult, i Guess he took the dad role since my dad leave us, so even when were just us two, it was like living with an stric dad.

"Dont leave the dirty clothes in the floor" "Dont Belch at the table!" "No marihuana!" "Clean the toilet seat, u gross!"

I was so sick of It. So i check and check in the weirdest places of the internet until i found a site that said that rigthfully could change peoples personality. It looked like a scam... But was worth trying. Just 3 days after a package arrived.

"Only put this oil in a drink, put some scent of the person you wanna 'the turned' be like, and then make sure 'the turned' drink It" - said the handmade intructions.

I put some soda in a glass, the oil and... Why not? I take my undies off and dip it in the drink for half of minute, then just left the wet undies in a corner of the room.

I gave it to my brother saying it was an 'Peace offer', he was surprised, and took it with an smile. First sip. All ok. Second sip. Confused face. Third sip...

- It tastes a little bit fu-UUUUURRRP - his talking turned into a big, deep, belch, he got Blushed - oh, excuse m-EEEEERRP AURRRP- You little fuck! What did You put in my drink!?

- Just something... To relax you

He tried to get up from the couch but when he bend, a Big, rumbly and smelly fart came out from his ass, he was looking shock.

- Good one bro! -told Him.

- Haha i know - he said, then he realiced - wait, what? No! That was gro-UUUUUAAARRRRRRRP - He Belched again- that was a combo! - he laughed

- Exactly! Why don't you finish your drink? Full that Tank of combos, big bro

He looked confused for a moment, like trying to remenber something, but at the end he shrugged and drank the rest of his drink, sealing his new personality.

- The first one is coming lil bro - he said with a lower tone, then he Open his mouth and...- UUUUUUUUUARRRRRRP -lifted his leg and- PFFFFFFRRTRTTTTTFFFRT

We both laugh together, which wasnt usual. Since that day things changed, no more scolding, no more laundry or cleaning, deliveries instead of cooking, gym and no showers, weed and beers everytime we want, burping and farting on the table or any other place, even each other faces. I never tough we could get a long this good... And i Guess we couldnt, my new brother is basically a copy of me, thats why we finally get along but... Who cares?

"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering with wings for lunch to our messy, smelly apartament, the familiar stench says hi to me and i breath it happily.

- Finally broski, i was hungry so had to eat pizza while waiting - he said

- Still have room for the wings?

He lied on his chair, lifted a leg and rip a a lot of farts out, the stench quickly take over the room, and i just laugh while fan away the stench with my hands.

- Now i do - he said with a smile

Man, this is life.

Hoot

Wings

Inspired by Anon Ask

Emery was waiting in his apartment for his date, Vinny, to swing by and pick him up. As he paced around he was looking at the clock and preening himself in the mirror, then he heard a ding from his phone. He checked his phone and the message from Vinny read “im here bruh”, Vinny told him he was DL and didn’t want anyone knowing. Emery was fine with it, the guy was super fine. He hurried down to his date’s car and hopped it, but as soon as he got in he was assaulted by a musty smell, the car smelled like it was hot boxed earlier that day with the guy’s farts. Immediately the big hunk driving told him that he wanted to take Emery to his favorite restaurant, “Oh which restaurant?” asked Emery, “I wanna surprise you” Vinny responded as he grinned, Emery agreed and sat back as Vinny started to drive.

(Vinny)

They pulled into a parking lot and got out, Vinny excitedly said “Oooo I havent been here in so long bruh”. Looking around the strip mall Emery just got taken to he asked him “Which restaurant is it?”, Vinny pointed in front of him and said “It’s the Wingstop! Im so pumped”. Rolling his eyes in his head Emery went along inside with him to the subpar first date location he was just taken to. Vinny and Emery ordered and sat down, “Hey, at least he paid” Emery thought to himself. For a few minutes Emery and Vinny just talked to each other and flirted a bit until their food was ready and was brought out to their table. Within a matter of minutes Vinny had completely devoured everything that he got, it took Emery a little while longer. As Emery continued to eat, he and Vinny continued talking when all of a sudden “PPPFFFFBBBTTTT” Vinny let out a loud fart that echoed in the restaurant. As Emery watched it happen Vinny’s mouth opened up a little bit and Vinny began drooling. Vinny didn’t react one bit, it was almost like to him it didn’t happen. Not wanting to be rude Emery didn’t say anything, he only grimaced as he was enveloped by the foul-smelling fart Vinny just released into the restaurant. “So what do you do for work?” Emery asked, trying to distract himself from the stench, “Uhhhhhh…I…have an…uhhhhhh Only…Fans”, Vinny said with such intense vocal fry it was a little difficult not to giggle. Emery eventually finished his mean even though the stench his date kept farting and belching out was making him lose his appetite.

“That was actually quite nice”, Emery said as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, Vinny just stared back with a look of dumbfoundment in his eyes “…yes…was…good”, Vinny eventually said, sounding more like a caveman than anything else. As Emery was about to joke that he sounded like a neanderthal, he felt a gurgling in his stomach. Excusing himself from the table, he got up and began to walk past Vinny to go find a bathroom. Suddenly Vinny reached out to grab Emery’s wrist and asked with the cadence of a stereotypical imbecile “…me…you…sex now?”, Emery pulled his wrist away as politely as he could and told Vinny “Not on the first date. Maybe next time”, Vinny looked disappointed and didn’t respond. As Emery made his way to the bathroom he entered a stall and sat down expecting to be there for a bit. All of a sudden the gurgling came back with such a roar that it sounded like Emery hadn’t eaten for days, as soon as the roar ended Emery suddenly let out a boisterous fart that was significantly louder that Vinny’s was earlier. Feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, Emery tried to get up feeling like he was gonna pass out when again he let out a noisy fart which would have made anyone in the bathroom with him laugh, good thing he was alone. As he let out the second fart he realized that it felt good and it smelled even better than it felt, it reeked of rotten eggs and the wings he just ate. Emery wiped the thought out of his head and made his way to the sink looking at himself in the mirror. Trying to rationalize what was happening he thought to himself “It must be food poisoning, the wings must have gone bad. There is no other reason that I could be…so…” his thoughts began to trail off as he felt a silent fart squeeze out of his cheeks. “Huhuhuh…stinky” Emery said aloud. He closed his eyes and put his hand down his pants and rested his hand between his cheeks. He looked at himself in the mirror and against his better judgment “FFFFFBBBBTTTT” another loud, malodorous expulsion of fart fumes shot out of his ass and right into his hand. Emery lifted his hand up to his nose, “No no no…” he thought, closed his eyes, “This is so gross!”, and took a deep whiff “What…did…i…dooooo…”. Suddenly he felt his entire body contract, he felt as if his entire body had a cramp. From his toes up to his head, he was overwhelmed with the pain that shot through his body. However, just as quickly as it started it stopped, Emery opened his eyes and saw that the twinky guy standing in the mirror was replaced by a bigger more masculine man. He flexed his arm as he proudly let out another fart.

He looked at his new physique proudly in the mirror when all of a sudden he was overcome with the feeling something wasn't right, his mind was fighting back against whatever it was that was fogging up his mind. He tries to think of why he was feeling so lightheaded and foggy and thought that the fart fumes must be dumbing him down. In reality the stench wasn’t making him dumber, the stench was Emery’s intelligence converted into smelly fumes, Emery’s mind was simply going straight from brain to butt. He started to quickly go to the bathroom door to try and escape the fart chamber he had created when all of a sudden it opened and in front of him stood Vinny. Pushing Emery back into the stink filled bathroom, he put Emery back in front of the mirror and held him in place by the shoulders. “Fart…more…feel…better…” Vinny pushed out, obviously struggling to think of the basic words he was using. Emery took his advice as he looked at his own reflection in the mirror, “PPPPPPPPFFFFFFBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT”, as the awful stench was released from Emery’s perky rear he watched his reflection as his eyes grew duller and his mouth began to crack open just a bit. “Huhuhuhuh…brooooo i smell so rank”, Emery chuckled. “Stinky…straight…bros…sup- superi-…uhhh better” Vinny said, obviously dumber than he was when he picked Emery up. Emery tried in one last ditch effort to save himself from the smelly jock he was becoming, Emery thought to himself “Im not straight I love men Im gayyyy…” his thought drifted off as suddenly the mental image of him fucking a slutty blonde with big tits took over whatever cognitive abilities he had left. That was the final nail in the coffin as one last almost silent toot exited Emery, somehow it was smellier than the rest. Emery didn’t care tho, in fact Emery was proud of his smelly ass trumpet.

Vinny and Emery sauntered out of the bathroom and ordered more wings up front, sitting back down the two best bros just dumbly looked at each other without saying anything to one another. The wings were set down in front of them and they both immediately started demolishing their second basket of wings. As Emery finished he let out one final disgusting fart and as his bro dumbly guffawed at him Emery said for the first time in minutes “…me…stinky…”.

As the bros got back into Vinny's ride, Vinny took Emery’s phone and downloaded Grindr. Emery looked at it and said “…me…not…gay…”, and Vinny responded “… make…new…farty…bros…”

"This ass Is your for farting"

Tags: dumbification, male tfs, fart kink, wish went wrong.

This Is my fault. I tought my boyfriend was too femenine, too flamboyant...

I liked him, he was handsome, smart, lovely ... and With the Best ass around, but just not really into girly guys, he kinda embarrasses me when im with my mates... So i push him to convice him to join to the soccer team, maybe he could learn one or two Things about being masculine around those studs of the team.

After lots of trying, telling him i had a 'phantasy with soccer players' he said yes, he pick the team in base of the uniform tho.., the one who 'make him look Better', obviously the pink.

At start he wasnt enjoying It, but with the Time i saw him getting More excited about It, Until the day he came to our place excited about his first game, that day also notice something diferent... A slightly stench, i tought he just forgot to put some deodorant that day, but that stench just got stronger and stronger With time..., and he looked ok With it, a little too much i would say:

PRRRRPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT he lifted a leg and farted while we were at the couch together watching a movie - huh huh! Protein fart!

-Sweetheart, wtf!? - i said covering my nose

- Just some Man scent, "sweetheart" - i felt some anoy in His voice, and More in that last part - and this thing Is getting to boring, Let me find something Better - he quit or drama queer movie and changed It into the sport channel - there you go! Thats Better

"Well, at least hes not Girly anymore..." I said to myself. That couldnt console me for everything that was about to happen tho.

His stench was More and More strong, sometimes he wasnt getting showers or bath at all, and the one time i convince him to take a bath together saying we needed it something romantic (but being honest just needed him to get rid of the smell) he just...

-Hey, Babe, want me to turn this into a jacuzzi? - then he farted for like half of minute, flooding everything with its bubbles of stink

And as if that were not enough, he wasnt bottoming at all.

- "This ass Is your for farting, Bro"

With the Time i get he got sick of me trying to school him to being the educated cute bot he used to be, so he started saying i should join His team.

- "Maybe we can show you one thing or two of how to be a real Man"

It was devastated. Now i was the Girly one of the relationship, It seems.

And im tired, of the new him, of the new me, of the new us... So im doing something about It.

I walk to the training camp, ready for my first day in the team. Maybe he has reason. And he acept when I tried to change him, so... Maybe Is my turn.

I see my stud boyfriend pushing one of His buttcheeks while Lets out a really long fartp

PPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTRRRFTFFFT

Liberates With a dumb face expresion while His mates laugh loudly like a Group of childs.

I sigh and take a sip of my protein shake, I don't want to embarrass him in front of his mates.

"A straight foward Halloween"

Tags: gay to straight, dumbification, fartkink, burpkink.

Marco y Jalil, vivían juntos en su lindo y ordenado departamento, cada Halloween solían impactar en las fiestas con elaborados disfraces, sin embargo habían decidido un disfraz de Halloween menos producido, pero divertido para este año: los dos novios se disfrazarian de hombres heterosexuales.

Era una idea estúpida, pero todos aman una buena sátira.

Jalil se había decidido por unas bermudas y una camisa de fútbol de la selección del país.

Por otro lado Marco estaba usando unos pants flojos y un sport blanco sin mangas que además había tintado de un marrón amarillento en la zona de las axilas para hacerlo parecer un Sport sudado.

Todo habia sido comprado en lugares de segunda mano.

- Nos quedó increíble, 'Bro' - bromeó Marco dándole una nalgada a su novio

Después de aquel golpe, el trasero de Jalil liberó un corto pero sonoro pedo PPTTTTTTTTTRRRFT. El joven se sonrojo de inmediato.

- Jaja alguien se está metiendo demasiado en personaje - bromeó su novio

- Sí... No se que paso, lo siento Bro, ¡digo!, amor - contestó, sintiéndose un poco confundido

- No te preocupes amor... - Marco le dio un beso a su novio, no sabiendo que aquel sería el último...

Pronto arrugó la nariz, un hedor rancio estaba invadiendo sus fosas nasales. Era el gas de Jalil.

No quería demostrarlo e incomodar a su novio, pero aquel gas apestaba demasiado, era bastante sorprendente, jamás había sentido a Jalil apestar así. Para no incomodar a su novio, pero dejar de sentir aquel hedor, Marco caminó hacia el baño.

Estando ahí, aspiró profundamente, pero otro olor igual de rancio invadió sus fosas nasales, comenzó a buscar la fuente para toparse que venía de las manchas de falso sudor de su camiseta.

Pero era imposible... Las había hecho con colorante, agua y esencia de vainilla...

Sin embargo entre más olía, más seguro estaba de que aquel olor venía de esas manchas. ¡No podía ir a la fiesta oliendo así!, Así que se quitó la playera y decidió que también iría con una camiseta de fútbol, como Jalil. Que suerte que habían obtenido 2 camisetas de fútbol en aquel extraño bazar... Un momento... Aún estando sin camiseta el hedor lo acompañaba, olisqueo nuevamente y se dió cuenta de que ahora el hedor venía directamente de sus axilas.

Olió directamente y un olor a atleta después de partido lo invadió.

Algo muy raro estaba pasando.

Mientras, en la sala, Jalil se rascaba constantemente la entrepierna, había algo en aquellas bermudas que le causaba una constante picazón. Y eso solo podía resolverse de una forma: Jalil metió una mano a su ropa interior y rascó fuertemente.

Cuando terminó de hacerlo por alguna razón sintió curiosidad de oler sus dedos... así que lo hizo, un olor a sudor guardado y húmedo invadió sus fosas nasales.

"Tal vez necesito un baño... Tal vez" pensó y rió.

Pronto desde el baño se escuchó un enorme:

- PRRRRRIFFRRRFRRRRPT

Marco estaba teniendo una incontrolable cantidad de gases.

Jalil rió, sintiéndose incluso algo humillado, eso por mucho lo había superado

- ¡Buena Bro! - gritó Jalil, está vez no cambiando el Bro por algo más cariñoso.

Pronto marco abrió la puerta saliendo del baño y el hedor invadió todo el departamento, pero esta vez ninguno de los dos arrugó la nariz. Ambos aspiraron aquel masculino olor que les recordaba tanto al olor del locker room después de entrenar, el olor del sofá cuando los 2 se juntaban a jugar videojuegos, el olor que ellos consideraban olor a hombría; todos nuevos recuerdos implantados por aquel mismo olor de las camisetas y sus propios pedos que estaba alterando todo en ellos:

Marcos y Jalil ya no eran aquella ordenada y culta pareja gay, ahora eran 2 sucios, descuidados y descerebrados mejores amigos, dos bros que vivían juntos ya que eran los únicos capaces de aguantar el hedor y desorden del otro.

Marco hizo una reverencia a modo de broma, aunque realmente sí estaba orgulloso, seguro que aquel pedo había sido audible hasta en la habitación del nerd que tenían de vecino. Se puso su camisa de fútbol, y ambos estaban listos.

Este año los dos amigos habían decidido usar sus uniformes de fútbol como disfraz para Halloween, no era un disfraz muy creativo, pero ellos tampoco lo eran y no era como que a sus amigos hetero de la fiesta a la que iban les importará.

- ¿Listo, bro?

- Como siempre

Marco nalgeo a su mejor amigo, a lo cual este contestó con un ruidoso pedo, pero esta vez no hubo besos ni vergüenza, solo risas como los buenos jugadores de fútbol heterosexuales que eran.

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