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Looks like the daddification shampoo he bought was working. He had purchased a bottle at the store he found called “MaxMasc” which guaranteed “instant results”, however he had failed to read about what exactly those results were. Now as he steps out of the shower, he finds a moustache growing in and his muscles expanding as him body filled out and became more hairy. He can’t help but pose as he finds himself become more dominant and manly, feeling a powerful musky aroma emit from his now-hairy pits. What will happen when his partner gets home to find him fully transformed into a daddy?

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When he opened up the camera on his phone, he was shocked. He had gone to live on his Uncle’s farm for the summer (against his wishes). Despite his many attempts to stay inside, read, or play video games, his uncle insisted that he help around the farm. While the work was hard at first, he found it getting easier and easier with time and found himself adjusting to farm life. He began to enjoy the farm cooking, as well as the cigars that his uncle offered him. By the time August rolled around, he had hardly touched his phone, spending all day working the farm, enjoying himself. He happened to spot it one evening as he was smoking a cigar on the porch. Something about the phone brought a part of his old self back and he was horrified to see the cocky, trashy, smelly redneck he’d become. The unwashed wife eater and greasy cap he wore so proudly moments ago now brought him disgust. In the morning he’ll probably go confront his uncle, but I think he’ll find that his uncle has plans for him to stay on the farm… permanently.

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Those tattoos are the only remnant of his previous life as a troublemaker. After a very transformative talk with the town sheriff , he was ready to be another stupid cop, prepared to uphold any order given to him. All it took was a couple of whiffs of the Sheriff's unwashed boots in order to convince him to join the force. Those shiny new boots of his aren't going to be clean for very long, and if you break any of his rules, you might find yourself taking a whiff yourself, wondering if joining up isn't a bad idea...

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It didn't take much hazing to turn him from the nerdiest jock on campus into a manly (but submissive) stud in the most popular frat. He may smoke and be cocky with his bros, but he'll still obey every command given to him by the frat presidents.

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He walked by a group of young men smoking on the sidewalk every day on his way to work, always mumbling under his breath about "those damn hipsters". Well, all it took was a quick chat and a couple of puffs of smoke into his face in order to convert him into seeing things their way.

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When he had come to the resort, he was a skinny, hairless twink, awkward and shy. But after being offered a special cigar by the resort staff, he's found himself enjoying the taste, and getting cockier and more dominant. By the time his vacation is up, he'll be a fully bearded, tattooed, cigar smoking alpha, a real man.

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An Update: I'm Back(ish)!

Hello everyone. I want to start off by saying thank you for being patient and waiting, I've been working through some stuff but almost everything's been cleared now. I just wanted to explain some things about what I will be doing here going forward. To start I will no longer be posting on Twitter, any captions, stories, or Character AI bots will be posted here from now on. My Twitter will stay up as an archive for my current captions. I may post things here sporadically, but most likely not as often as I did before my break. Either way. I'm glad to be back!

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Signing Off- For now

Hey, just wanted to let everyone know that I have some stuff going on RN that I won’t disclose, but I’m going to be signing off from here for a little bit, no captions, no chatbots. Please respect my silence during this time. See you on the flipside bros 💪😵‍💫

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With Halloween Just Around The Corner, I've made a new ChatBot

Welcome to the costume shop, who knows what you'll find...

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could you recommend some character ai? Idk, accounts or characters that you liked

Sure! Smoke Master by @nolecub is a super hot smoking one. https://character.ai/chat/L09dLkXots37gYzs8SbPpSNvUzGhRf0ln1f09BLfwcg And of course, Himbo Maker by @fredwmain is the one that got me into TF Character AI's. https://character.ai/chat/kLOA-OR1wBooYg4jrjpErpXyhTSbtNemmPr29DNr6e0 Those two can start you off, but once you have a few in your rotation, Character AI should recommend you some more!

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Tornado Wrangers Need Good Boots

Chris smiled as he hit the alarm on the motel’s bedside table. Today was the day, after years of watching his videos, Chris was finally going to meet the tornado wrangler himself, Tyler Owens. Chris had booked his trip down to Oklahoma during peak Tornado season for the best chance of meeting his idol. He had picked correctly. Last night, Tyler made a post telling his fans that he was going to be in Davenport for a fillup and some new gear and Chris had wasted no time driving up and checking himself into the city’s motel. He got up and threw on a shirt, quickly making his way outside.

Next to the gas station across the street, a small group of fans were already gathered, waiting for Tyler to arrive. He joined them just in time to see the signature red Ram pulling into the station, country music blaring loudly from the speakers. The fans began to shout and cheer and Chris joined them. As the car rolled to a halt, Tyler stepped out and everyone went wild. He flashed a smirk as he hopped down and walked over to greet his fans.Chris felt himself buzzing with excitement and also felt something stirring in his pants. He ignored the feeling and waited for his turn to meet the Tornado Wrangler. When Tyler finally approached him, Chris eagerly shook his hand. 

“My name’s Chris, I’m a huge fan. I’ve been watching your videos for years now and I was wondering, what exactly does it take to join your team?” Tyler gave a cocky smile.

“Well I’m glad to hear you've been enjoyin’ my streams.” He said, his accent piercing his voice. “There’s a lot of aspects to the craft that go beyond ridin’ around and seeing what we can do to those beauties of nature. There’s always-” He paused and gave a look that Chris couldn’t quite place. Knowing, almost.

“Say, you seem like a smart guy, adventurous too. You think you’ve got what it takes to be with the Tornado Wrangler?” Chris grinned. “Yes sir!”

“Good. Maybe we do have an opening on our team. If you’re interested of course.” Tyler smirked.

Christ couldn’t believe his ears. “Really?” “Sure!” Tyler clapped him on the back, “We came here for equipment, who’s to say you’re not? Metaphorically of course…”

“Holy shit! Wow! When can I start?” Chris thought about his job and his family back in New York, but this was the chance of a lifetime! “Right away. I presume you’re staying at the motel? Come, let’s go grab your things.” Tyler led the way as they walked back to the motel.

Christ opened the door and quickly began to gather his things. His mind was already racing with how crazy this all was. Tyler just sat calmly at the couch. “So, what exactly will I be doing on the team?” Chris asked as he turned to face Tyler. “Ah well,” Tyler began to take off his cowboy boots and rested his feet up on the coffee table. “I think that I have the perfect job for you.” Chris was about to enquire further when he smelled it. An earthy smell, musky, part B/O, part dirt. But also slightly sweet, masculine, and intoxicating. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to the Wrangler’s sweaty, musky feet. He walked across the room towards Tyler, almost trance-like.

“Like what you see? Or smell, should I say?” Tyler smirked, watching him approach. The smell, Chris craved it now, he needed it. He couldn’t control himself as he bent down and began to sniff. Deep, hypnotic intoxicating whiffs. “That’s it, keep goin’ good boy.”

Chris began to lick, taking in the salty, musky taste in deep licks. He felt his cock begin to stir in his jeans as he continued taking in Tyler’s musky soles. 

“You’re doing so well Chris, that’s right, keep going.” He encouraged as Chris inhaled hypnotic whiff after hypnotic whiff. He began to moan as felt himself getting hard, his sensitive tip already leaking pre. Tyler pushed his foot into Chris’s mouth and let the other one rest on his growing bulge.

“Such a good boy, I was hopin’ to get a new pair of boots on this stop, and you’re just perfect.”

Chris’s mind was too hazy to process what Tyler had said, all he could think about was how good his feet smelled, how much he needed them. Nothing else mattered other than Tyler’s sweaty, hot feet. Oblivious to all around him, he barely felt the Wrangler stick his foot deeper into Chris’s mouth. As his over foot began to tease Chris’s leaking cock, Chris tried to let out a moan of pleasure but found himself unable to. It was as if his vocal cords were gone and his body was changing, but he didn’t care, all he cared about was Tyler’s musk. Tyler smiled as he saw Chris’s body begin to change, stiffening, changing composition. Chris himself could do nothing but melt in pure pleasure, his mouth and head began to change, taking more of Tyler’s foot in. While his sight and sound were getting worse, he felt his taste and smell getting better. He could feel Tyler’s foot wriggle around and felt the musk as his head continued to wrap around the hairy, sweaty foot. In the meantime, his cock started to flatten out as he felt his lower half wrap around Tyler’s other foot, his now-leather dick still so sensitive, but never able to cum.

Tyler relaxed back as Chris’s transformation finished, now a pair of nice leather cowboy boots. He yawned and stood up.

“Well thank you partner. Looks like you do have what it takes to go on the road with us after all.” He let himself chuckle as he left the motel.

Chris’s mind (or what was left of it), didn’t mind. It felt so good to worship that smell, to be Tyler Owens’s boots. He didn’t miss his human life, he was right where he belonged. At the feet of the Tornado Wrangler’s musky, sweaty soles.

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How would you guys feel about a story like this...

Current mood: Wanting to be turned into Glen Powell's stinky cowboy boots

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Current mood: Wanting to be turned into Glen Powell's stinky cowboy boots

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Welcome to my Changing Room. You look confused. What do you mean you forgot that you asked me to change you into a southern guy with no worries in his pretty little head. You definitely asked me, and I definitely didn't delete your request by accident.

Let me make it up to you. Put these jeans on and let me squeeze your butt. Not enough to squeeze, I'm afraid! Feel it expand and grow? That's so much better. You're filling out those pants now. It's gonna make guys and girls want to bury their noses in your tight ass.

That shirt you're wearing is no good! No more sleeves for you, partner. We want to show off your guns, and these sick tattoos you have. Oops, sorry. I forgot, they sting a little bit as I put them on you. You've got some Texas barbed wire going around your bicep. It'll make you look so fucking douchey. How about an AR15 on your forearm? You're big into 1A now. You're such a fucking prick.

I'll finish you off with a proper cowboy hat and a goatee. You look hot man. Us city slickers move way too fast for you. You're a slower kind of person — simple folk. Not a care in the world, and that's how you like it.

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"Fitting room's open..."