Been Thinking Of Writing My Own Stories! Do You Ever Worry That You'll Be Sucked In And Transformed Into

Been thinking of writing my own stories! Do you ever worry that you'll be sucked in and transformed into one of the guys that you're writing about?

I wouldn't say I worry about it... More like, I wish it would happen! All of my stories are kind of tailored to the things I like. I'd give anything for any one of my stories to happen to me...!

What about you? Are you still writing that story about a jacked-up muscle party animal? Because guess what...! You stop typing as your fingers and hands get thicker. Dark lines fade in over your knuckles, forming intricate tattoos. A massive watch appears on your thick wrist. The changes carry on up your arms and shoulders. Your shoulders broaden and widen out, your shirt disappearing in front of your eyes.

Whatever thoughts you had before have been emptied out of your head. You're a fucking party frat bro now, with a massive chest that you've just got to show off at every opportunity. Grab a drink, and go scope out the chicks bro!

I had a friend who disappeared the other day. He said he had a plan to totally undermind and destroy you. But I can’t find him anywhere now! Did you have something to do with that? I hope you didn’t turn him in to a tall, dumb, hung meathead. He would have hated that!

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Welcome, welcome. Sorry for the delay. I know, I've been absent for a while but I wasn't really gone. You see, I've been watching all of you for the past few months, biding my time, gathering and waiting for the right moment to pounce.

So relax, you're dumber now anyway. Chill, my dude. We'll pump up your testosterone in a minute, but for now just relish in the clarity. Who needs big thoughts anyway?

Because you were on to me, and quick to my schemes, I'm going to make an example out of you. You shall be my magnum opus. Shall we begin?

Let's get you out of those clothes first. In your new life, you will barely need them.

Your feet should be much bigger. Feel them crack and stretch. You've got fucking huge feet, bro.

While we're on the subject of huge... Everything about you is huge. Your legs are thickening, growing bigger and bigger. Your ass is expanding and your shoulders are so wide. You'll be going sideways through doors from now on!

Arms? Bigger arms for sure. 16- no 17 inch biceps. Go ahead and flex 'em. What do you think?

I’m gonna angle your jaw a bit, make you classically handsome to go with your brutish bull of a body. You'll dress up nice, but your body is made for showing off. Some stubble on your face is going to make your face perfect.

Something is missing. Your muscles are excellent, if I do say so myself, but they need a pop. What about some tattoos? The last guy I did had tattoos as well, but I want to go all out for you. How about we cover you in them! From head to toe, literally. Every inch of your muscled adonis is a canvas now. You'll have some cool designs, religious stuff, words and shit. Girls will love it, and so will the guys. Ah, it doesn't hurt does it? Take a look at your body, bro. See all the ink darkening on your skin? What do you think?

Okay, stand up for me. Steady on your feet! I'll correct your mind in a second. Oh shit! I forgot your dick. A man like you needs a thick penis to match. Go ahead and stroke it while it grows. See, it wasn't so bad! And to think, you were worried about your buddy before all of this. I assure you, he was just as happy as you are right now.

Okay, testosterone. You're dumb, but you make up for it with your body, of course. Lifting is your life now.

Let's get a full look at you. Yep, my best work yet! Now go get out of my sight, you fucking meathead.

Hey! Huge fan from FA! I'm so glad you're back! I always wanted to see how I would look like in any kind of uniform. Would you be so kind to grant that wish?

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Welcome, welcome, welcome. Yes, you're here. No, you're not dreaming. Yes, you can get naked. In fact I encourage you to be naked.

You want a uniform, huh? I love uniforms.

Let's get a good look at you... You're on the short side. I can fix that. Feel your body aching and stretching and cracking, as you grow up to over 6 foot. You're like 6 foot, 3 inches now. Tall. Nothing wrong with short guys, but tall guys can get it too.

Your top half is going to be bigger than your top half. Sorry, my guy, you like the gym but work is going to get in the way of going consistently. So, I think you'll have big, broad shoulders, beefy arms and some meaty legs. ... Fine, I'll give you a chest and abs to match. Feel the burn, the prickling skin as it matches to fit in your expanding muscles. Feel your blood rushing through your veins, pumping through your new muscles.

Man, you look better than I expected.

Face time! This is my favourite part. I'm going to crack your skull and face wider — big, pinch-able cheeks. With some great beard growth. Dark eyes, dark hair - it's the perfect combination. You're cute, with a big body to go along with it. Dark hair. Slicked back, dark hair! Oh, you're vaguely Italian? From New Jersey. You love your Italian roots.

Okay, take a look at yourself. Looking good! All that's missing is the uniform you asked for. Put these black dress pants on, and these black sneakers. I have a black t-shirt too — careful not to spoil your hair! You spent ages getting it perfect. And the pièce de résistance, your new Starbucks apron. Slip it on bro. You look great! You look disappointed... Why are you bummed out? It's not the uniform you wanted? Oh, I can change that too. I'll finish off with those mental changes.

You're in your twenties, working at Starbucks to save for college. You get to the gym every now and then, but you spend a lot of time slinging coffee. You played football in high school - those were the days. In your spare time you like the clubs down on the Shore, fist bumping until the wee hours.

One last touch, you have to have that one perfect thing... Give me a smile; I'll just tweak your teeth and lips and perfect. Okay now, back to work!

Who am I? What is this blog? These are some questions you might be asking. I’m just a guy who likes transformations. I’ve been writing my own for about two years. I started with inanimate TFs, but I am branching out to MtoM stuff.

This blog will be where I post my own writing, and occasionally reblog some stuff I wish I had written. I hope you enjoy my work. Feel free to ask me to transform you. One by one, I aim to transform every guy on the planet into a massive, muscle beast. You could be next, even if you’re unwilling.

Just a few words about requests and ideas. I can’t get to them all. I don’t do gross stuff and I don’t like celebrity stuff. Please use the ask feature at the top of the blog. If I don’t use your suggestion, please don’t DM me to ask about it.

Remember to allow Mature work on your privacy settings. I personally would not classify any of my work as overly explicit, but it is intended for an 18+/adult audience. If tumblr deems my writing to be mature, then I won't argue with that label. I do implore you to change your settings though, so you don't miss any of my posts.

Thanks for reading my work.

Hi, can you make me please a twunk with a aura? That even straight guys want to fuck me...

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Remind me again what a twunk is? A muscular twink? Okay, I can work with that. Let's get started.

First of all, shorter. You have to be shorter. With a big mess of dark hair, an angular jaw and a young face. You need a stud in those ears too. Just the way Daddy likes it.

We'll plump your muscles up. Not too big though! How about some popping veins? Look at your arms bro, you like that?

Okay, lift up your shirt and do something sexy with it. Yeah! Just like that. Perfect.

And now why don't you try a pose or something. Yeah you can put it in your mouth, why not. Great, and flex!

Go on, get out of here bro. You have some weights to lift.

Argh, I hate these muscle hunks that you’re turning everyone into. My neighbourhood is now full of them, it’s like a curse!

Watch out, one day I’ll find a way to revert everyone’s changes… just have to do it before you get to everyone.

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Welcome to my Changing Room. What’s wrong? You look angry. Sorry, that door is locked. … So is that one. Yeah, you’re pretty much trapped here. Let’s get you strapped in. There we go, you’re secured in the chair now. The straps around your wrists and ankles aren’t too tight are they? They’ll adjust, so don’t worry.

Dude! Stop thrashing your head around like that. Calm down. You’re going to leave here soon and be so happy. I promise. Oh no… Why are you crying? Begging won’t fix anything. It’s not my fault I caught wind of you trying to undo my plans. That’s on you for spilling the beans. I can’t have people working against me, and now I need to make an example out of you.

Where to start, where to start. How about your chest? I'm going to use you to send a message, so I'm going bigger. But first ... taller. How's the weather up there? You're approaching 7 feet! Wider jaw, square-r head, big flat forehead, salt and pepper scruff on your face and chin. No mental changes yet, I want you to see how big you're going to get before I make you a dumb muscle jock.

Try to enjoy your shoulders cracking and stretching. They're so wide. You have a huge wingspan. Let's make your arms and chest bigger. Hm, not big enough. Feel the muscles pulsating and heating up. Still not big enough! More, more, more. It looks like you have balloons under your skin. Look at those veins! You're a heavy lifter. Just look at yourself!

Oh stop crying. I'll wipe your tears away — yum, delicious. You love this. I can tell from your dick. Let's make it a little smaller, but thicker and wider. Chicks will love that.

Your legs are going to be massive too. Feel your body rise up in the seat as I pump up your ass. Your thighs are stretching to the limit! There's absolutely no thigh gap now. Your legs skin are basically always touching because of how big your mass is.

Time to release the restraints. Go ahead, have a feel of your body, bro. It's meaty, right? What's that? You like it? You want me to finish the job? I thought you'd never ask!

The world is slowing down. You're a simple kind of guy — wake up, pump up, eat up. The gym is your home, and your life is just about cutting, shredding and packing on the muscle.

You're my warning to the rest of the world; if you think you can defy my plans, then you have another thing coming. I can do anything, don't forget. Now get out of my sight.

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