#biker tf

[octuscle]

Hey,

I found the perfect guy. Muscular, nice body, handsome face, 20, everything.

Thing is, I have don’t have a car and he doesn’t either, I only have a bike. He’s scared of bikes so we never go anywhere because of it.

Could you do anything?

Thanks

Just ask your friend to try a motorcycle suit. Just because that makes you horny. You would like to be fucked by him while he wears the suit. Your boyfriend feels how great he looks in Dainese. And the tight leather also feels just sexy. As soon as your boyfriend wears the suit, the suit and your body fit together perfectly. The leather fits like a second skin. Your boyfriend takes the boots and gloves and puts them on. He is surrounded by a cloud of leather, sweat and gasoline. His freshly shaved face becomes rougher and his handsome face becomes even more angular and masculine.

He gets his cock out of the Dainese suit and asks you if you can give him one last blowjob before the motorcycle tour. Relaxed he just drives better. You put on your suit, hold his steel-hard cock in your leather gloves and fulfill his wish with the greatest pleasure. And after that, get on your bikes and hit the highway!

[jockedbigbro]

Hey little bros sorry for the hold up on my new training program it’s been a hectic start to the new year but rest assured I’m working hard to make sure I can get you dumbasses in shape and swole.

[mrrharper]

Fitting Into The Gear

The funniest thing? He wasn’t planning to buy anything.

He just wandered into the store selling motorcycle gear to look around. He planned to get a license in the near future and wanted to check how much would he have to save for the gear alone.

So he walked in and looked around, surrounded by the rich smell of brand new leather and plastic. He was quickly joined by a staff member, a beefy bro type, who very enthusiastically started explaining to him all the details he should focus on while searching if he wanted to get the best and sickest looking gear for himself.

All this talk made him want to try on some stuff, see how it looked on him. He ended up with a helmet and a mid range motorcycle suit, which he brought into the changing room located in the back of the store. He took off most of his clothes and began the process of putting on the suit, which took him a moment as he had never worn anything like this before. When that was done, the leather was clinging to his body more tightly than he expected, but thankfully it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling.

Then came the helmet, which was another hurdle. It was supposed to sit tight on his head, or so the bro biker told him earlier, which meant that putting it on also took a while.

When he was finally done he turned around and faced the full-body mirror on the back wall to see how he looked. And he didn’t look half bad. Pretty good even. Yes, the leather suit was a bit too large for his lanky frame, but the helmet added a certain… something to his appearance which he found almost hot. Yeah, really hot.

Hot… wait, was he getting hotter? Yes, his body was now feeling significantly warmer than just a few moments before. But that must have bean because of the suit, which was all leather and thus probably good at capturing the heat radiating off of his body.

But then he moved a bit and he felt it. There was something wrong with his body and he was certain it wasn’t the suit or there helmet. His body felt different. He looked down and furrowed his brow. Did his chest look… larger? Actually, his arms looked bulkier as well. And his midsection too… his legs also! What the fuck? Why was his body expanding? And was it actually? He quickly pulled the zipper of the suit and got out of the upper half, then froze. His t-shirt was no longer there. Instead, he was now wearing a Nike compression shirt that… holy fuck, he was jacked! He had visible, quite meaty pecs! And these biceps and forearms… the fuck? How could this happen? This mush have been a hallucination, this was not real!

He was about to run out of the changing booth when the visor of his helmet started glowing and he just couldn’t look away. So he stood still as his mind began reshaping itself, his personality, thoughts, emotions, habits, all shifting, disappearing and appearing again. His brain was like clay and the helmet was remaking him into someone else.

That someone else was an obnoxious biker bro. He worked in the store, selling motorcycle gear to dudes who wanted to be just like him - jacked, with a sick bike between their legs. In the evenings he worked out or ran away from the cops with his brahs. His life was simple, as his thoughts focused on two things only, riding and lifting. There was nothing else that felt was necessary for him. He was hot as fuck after all, dudes like him weren’t supposed to worry about shit. He’d just flex and drive away on his black-and-white Ninja 700, leaving only a few skid marks on the asphalt behind him.

[worldoffetish69]

[ki-kink]

hey bro can you do to me what you did for Chad Golden I was thinking Greece or Roman in Italy?

In Fiumicino you get an E-Vespa instead of the Fiat 500 you actually ordered. But maybe you just didn't understand the Budget employee. His English is a disaster. And your Italian is non-existent. Somehow you manage to agree that you won't be able to get your luggage into your AirBnB in Trastevere with the Vespa. He wants your address. You write it down for him. He promises to deliver your suitcase. And so you're standing in front of the Vespa in the parking garage with just your laptop bag over your shoulder and a stylish rental helmet. Yeah, it looks pretty cool. But now you're supposed to ride all the way into the city center on this lame thing. And damn it, it's only 40 percent charged. range just 20 kilometers. Your cell phone says you have 28 kilometers to go. Shit, you'll have to make a stop somewhere to recharge.

You're zooming along the country road at 40 km/h. That's all the Vespa can do. Range still ten kilometers. Shit! Thank God there's a petrol station with a charging station up ahead. While the Vespa charges, you go for an espresso. The gas station attendant asks you if that's your Diavel V4 out there. “La mio bambino” you say almost tenderly. “Un bambino con un bel caratterino” replies the gas station attendant with a grin. “Ci puoi scommettere!” you reply and drink your café.

Rome and Lazio are your home. You love your city and the surrounding area almost as much as you love your bike. And you love your job as a tour guide. Guiding tourists on the best motorcycles in the world through the Eternal City and into the surrounding mountains and to the sea was an absolute gap in the market. The horde of American college jocks takes a few photos of the Colloseum. And then it's on to the EUR site. Perhaps not the most attractive sight in the city. But a good opportunity to get your baby up to speed again in between.

[alphajocklover]

I saw this super hot biker dude on my way home and I was wondering if you could make me like him? I’ve always been a nice guy but I want to experience life as a total bad boy. I mean everything, the muscles, the tattoos, the straight promiscuous sex, being in a gang doing crime. All the bad boy biker things. You think you could make me that way dude?

I actually haven’t done much with bikers. I don’t really know why, but besides that one wolverine based transformation I haven’t so much as mentioned bikers. I suppose it could be because I’m slightly obsessed with jocks and tend to focus on them more than others but it’s not like I haven’t reported on different transformations, like surfers, dilfs, and even greasers before. Yet I’ve almost never mentioned bikers before, and I’ve absolutely never turned someone into one. There's a first time for everything though, and bikers are really hot. However, before we turn you into a bad boy biker we need to figure out how you’re going to become one. Most of the transformation methods I have on hand are jock based. But… There is one thing I have on hand that would be perfect for you.

It’s a motorcycle. Yes I own a motorcycle. It’s not really mine, I’ve never ridden it or used it. I actually inherited it from an Uncle, but that’s another story. I haven’t got a clue on how to ride it, and if I was going to use a motorcycle I’d probably use something else. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a well made machine, and it looks cool as hell, but if I were to put the key in the ignition and start the engine… while you can probably guess where this is going.

It won’t happen all at once. It’s going to be a more gradual than you’d think. You’ll gain muscle slowly over the next few weeks, just slowly enough that it seems less like magic and more like an unexpected growth spurt. The mental changes will go at about the same rate, with you slowly losing old interest over the next few weeks, replacing your geeky hobbies with more… biker appropriate ones. You’re going to end up with a fascination with motorcycles, a love of beer, and a knack for getting into trouble. The most starling change will probably be the tattoos, as I believe they’ll just appear towards the end of your transformation. In a matter of weeks you’ll go from a skinny nothing to a beefy, beer guzzling, motorcycle obsessed, pussy fucking leader of a biker gang. Yes, you’ll be the leader. You’ll probably attract a gang quickly without much effort too. People are gonna be drawn to you, your sheer badass manliness.

No more mister nice guy for you. From here on out you’re anything but fucking nice.

**hey there guys! Hope you like the Biker TF. It was nice to try something new. And it gave me an idea for the mystery uncle I mentioned. Enjoy!**

[needofcuddles-tf]

Mixed guys are the best!

hi. I was finally given a vacation for the first time in 2 years of work, and I would really like to spend it away from home. I want to travel around the world and visit remote corners of Asia, Africa and America. but I'm afraid that with my 25-year-old blasphemous body and European type of appearance, I will look like a typical tourist, and I would like more inclusivity. what do you recommend? ;)

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your world tour is sure to be a blast!

You wake up as your nose fills with the thick, rich smell of a man’s sweaty body odour. The smell is so strong that it takes you a moment to get your bearings. You’re in a hostel room, the other bunks full of gently snoring men. Outside the window, dawn is just starting to break.

There’s no AC in Malaysian hostels like this, so you’ve been sweating all night, and the stench is thick around you. But it’s not like you wouldn’t be sweaty again in a few minutes, so you decide to skip the shower. You ran out of deodorant somewhere between India and Myanmar, and you don’t have the spare cash to buy any more.

As you slip back into your still-wet biking gear in the bathroom, you check yourself out in the mirror. You’re paler than most of the people in this part of the world, but with your dark eyes and arresting features, everyone can see that you’re mixed. That means that you’re welcome everywhere, and no guy has ever hooked up with a boy like you before, well, you. Hopefully, by the time you and your motorbike roll up to Singapore, you’ll still be cute and sweaty enough that a hunky daddy will pay for you to continue your travels somewhere else.

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Book via my ask box!

[gloomwitchwrites]

Thinking about…Biker!141 AU

Biker!Gaz who turned a hobby into a career on social media. Sometimes he’s dishing out advice and general maintenance tips, while the rest of his videos are straight up thirst traps. He might not say it directly, but he adores the attention. All the thirsty comments are the perfect ego boost. But there’s a pattern, a username that keeps cropping up over and over again. It’s not just anyone. It’s his best friend’s ex, a woman he’s been lusting after for years. She’s liking his posts, and leaving filthy comments. This might be his chance.

Biker!Price doesn’t hate much, but he hates it when people owe him money. And your brother is at the top of his list. With a stacked gambling debt, your brother hands you over to Price with the hope that this might erase or lower the debt. Well, tough shit for your brother. Price is keeping you and not erasing one cent of the debt just to shove it in your brother’s face. Yes, you’re his now, and that isn’t going to change, but you’re a sweet thing…and Price intends to make you his.

Biker!Ghost is the odd one out in his small town. Rumor is that he’s a violent man with a long criminal history that ranges from petty theft to murder. No one will actually verify if it’s true, but they all repeat it like it’s the truth. As the newest addition, everyone you come across tells you to stay away from him even though he’s the only car mechanic in town. But when your cheap ass car breaks down, and not a single godly citizen stops to help, it’s Ghost that rolls to a stop. It’s he that offers you a ride home and promises to have it towed to his shop free of charge.

Biker!Soap is about to be handed the keys to a criminal empire. His father’s clock is ticking, but a war between rivals looms on the horizon. With the possibility of a bloody fight ahead, Soap’s father makes a deal with another rival gang. This one has a marriageable daughter around the same age, and Soap is the eligible bachelor. While he’s single, he’s hardly celibate. He rides fast, fucks hard, and hasn’t thought about having a wife at all. But when you arrive, he meets a fiery thing that would rather scratch his face off than sleep with him. Good luck with that, babe. Soap is about to win you over.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

TF141 + cars

SOAP is a car guy in the sense that he drives a junker manufactured the same year he was born (the significance of which, he says, speaks for itself). 

refers to the car as she and loves bringing up how sexy she is when she chugs to life. you think it's a weird flex until you realize he's not talking to you; he's talking to the car. 

often tells her he's gonna get her all fixed up as soon as he has the money.

GAZ is a car guy in the sense that he drives a sleek, sporty, low-ass car. a convertible. keeps it pristine enough that he can keep whitewall tires on his baby and they stay clean.

cream interior. all the bells and whistles because if he's gonna cruise around london when he's off-duty, he's damn sure gonna do it comfortably. 

pays to keep it protected in covered parking while he's gone on leave.

side-eyes Soap's mismatched aftermarket parts; can't help but respect his dedication.

PRICE is a car guy in the sense that he's had his since Gaz was in diapers. the thing can't possibly have any resale value anymore but it's the first and only new car he's ever bought.

uninterested in getting her fixed up because she's no ship of theseus. no sir. he fixes only what need fixing when it needs fixing. the rest is original parts. no need to fix what ain't broken and all that.

she's almost come back into vogue as a classic car. wasn't his intent, but he's glad to see so-called collectors putting respect on her name again.

GHOST is a car guy in the sense that he's a motorcycle guy.

scoffs at Soap and Gaz preening over their rides. they don't know what it is to love their rides until they've squeezed their legs around it while it purrs.

[octuscle]

Yo, dude! Everyone knows bikers are totally juicing! For real! You just slammed back a way too gnarly cocktail. Your muscles ain't even halfway there. But that race bike is already bowing down to your lack of gains. Gonna take you a few hours and you'll only fit in your monster truck. Those goofy biker jerseys? Yeah, they'll be ancient history soon!

Enhanced biker seen @properbloke79

[deadlock-of-rodion]

been thinking about biker jazz and prowl, they wont leave my head

An anonymous stunt rider brings together a community of bikers, blasting music over revving engines and terrorizing the streets. Much to the annoyance of a very tired but undeniably skilled biker cop.

aka, jazz would 100% do wheelies around prowl

[worldoffetish69]

[ki-kink]

hey bro, I just went to college, and ny roommate is this guy from ecuador. I don’t really like him that much, all he does is walk around in his underwear, or go drive around on his loud bike. And don’t even get me started on all the biker gear he has…

It's really no fun coming home, you think to yourself as you stand outside your room. You take a deep breath and open the door. A rush of air hits you. It smells of leather, cigarettes, sweat, musk… Actually, you should find it disgusting. But that's something else. Something that is not disgusting. Something that makes you… makes you horny?

Mateo is lying on the bed. At least he's not just wearing his underpants. He's also wearing a leather jacket. He exudes an animalistic smell. You can see his cock twitching and growing in his underpants. And shit, yours is growing and twitching in your underpants. «Hermano, ¿a qué estás esperando? Es hora de tu carga de proteína latina» You don't understand a word. Mateo pulls the waistband of his underpants down a little. His glans becomes visible. A silvery thread of precum connects the waistband and the glans. Now you understand. You know what you have to do. And you get down on your knees at the foot of his bed. You urgently need a portion of proteína latina!

It's been two weeks now. You finally have your motorcycle license. The two to three portions of proteína latina a day are having an effect. Your beard and chest hair are getting manlier and manlier. Your Spanish is good enough to talk to Mateo and his buddies about motorcycles and fucking. And the new dress code in your dorm: simply epic, isn't it?

[malestransforming]

I’ve always wanted to be a young stud biker. Dumb, smelly leather gear, and obsessed with fucking.

snap

Welcome, slut. I love leather too. Bikers are fucking hot, right? And you’re about to become one!

That’s it, take off all your clothes. Swing your dick around just like that. You’ve got some extra weigh on you, let’s get rid of it. You’ll need to be slender and aerodynamic. You’re not jacked, but you’ve got some muscles. A nice flat stomach. There, that’s nice. You have a big ass too; some perfect cushion for those long rides. And with a perfect hole that will beg to be filled, but I’ll get to that in a second.

You want a bigger dick? This thing is a two-hander! Go ahead and give it a rub. Feels good, amirite?

Back to that hole of yours. You’re gonna crave dick inside you. You’re gonna love it when guys cum in your ass, sloshing their seed up in you. You’re gonna drip cum out your asshole and love it. You’re a fucking cum slut.

I got the last piece for you - your very own motorcycle leathers. Go ahead and throw them on. You don’t need underwear! You’ll be able to rub one out on the side of the road this way. Trust me, it’s easier. Slide into those boots. You don’t need sock either. Let your feet get nasty inside. The smell makes it better.

Fasten your helmet and straddle your bike. You look fucking gorgeous. Now ride off and find a dick to worship.

[alphajocklover]

Hey bro, I have a bit of a strange situation going on. You see, I’m a big nerd, like playing dnd, good at math, into card games nerds. And I never really questioned it. But recently, I’ve found myself wanting to be more active, I’ve been wanting to become something I am not, a big strong guy. And it all stared when I rediscovered the Xmen through the show and upcoming movie. Could you, I mean, would you mind helping me become like my ideal man, Wolverine?

I want to be the small hunky and hairy beats he is, oozing with libido and sex appeal.

It's a little strange, but I’ve been getting a lot of superhero requests recently! Not that I’m complaining, I love writing about superheros. They’re interesting characters who have long histories and decades of lore to use. Plus they’re usually hot as fuck. And Wolverine is one of the hottest. Muscular, with a thick layer of hair, and gruff as can be. He’s traditionally a loner, but he has a certain rough charm to him. There’s a reason he’s been a part of almost every superhero team at one time or another. People can’t get enough of the guy. It could be his inventive power set, his ability to change with the times and still remain interesting and relevant. Or it could be that he’s an incredibly manly hunk whose animalistic nature makes people weak in the knees. He’s everything you ever wanted to be, or at least everything you’ve wanted to be since you saw those new X-Men cartoons. When you watched them, something awakened in you. And now… you’re becoming just like him.

You’re not becoming him, if that’s what you’re thinking. Whatever is happening to you can’t give you claws like Wolverine or coat your skeleton in adamantium. I mean, in our world adamantium doesn’t really exist, and even though some transformation methods could turn you into a perfect replica of wolverine or add onto the periodic table, this one won’t do that. It’s more fun to be a stud without the responsibility of being a superhero anyways, especially since one of his main powers is to survive incredibly painful situations. Now you get all the pleasure, none of the pain, and an absolutely studly body.

One common fun fact that people like to bring up about Wolverine is the fact that he’s… while he’s short. Really short. Since Hugh Jackman is over 6 feet tall, people tend to forget that in the comics Wolverine is a complete shortstack, standing at 5’3”. So, I’m afraid to say that you’re going to shrink quite a bit. Luckily, being shorter just makes your new muscles look even bigger and better. Your biceps are enormous, your pecs are amazing, and your abs are almost inhuman. That, plus a heavy layer of manly, thick hair, and you look like you walked right off the pages of a comic book. Or out of a very suggestive movie. Of course you don’t want to just look like Wolverine. You want to be like Wolverine. Which means a few… adjustments to your personality.

That might seem daunting or scary at first, the idea that your personality is going to change. But you won’t feel that way very long. Nothing is going to faze you anymore. Just like Wolverine You’re tough as nails and you act like it. Literally nothing throws you. You’re a certified badass. Yes, you have a sensitive side like the real Wolverine, but most people aren’t gonna see that. Most people, from your manly new friends to the girls you hook up with, are going to see the manly man, the strong warrior, the beast.

There are some small differences between you and Wolverine of course. The main one being that the guy in the comics doesn’t hook up with people very often. Too busy saving the world. And when he does get a love interest, the feelings between them are pretty serious. You don’t have the same patterns. You’re the type of guy who has a new girl every night and is constantly looking for more pussy. You can’t help it, with a massive cock and an even bigger libido. You’re the best at what you do, and what you do is fuck.

**Hey guys! Hope I did Wolverine justice. He’s a super hot character and I had a lot of fun writing a tf inspired by him. Hope you enjoyed!**

[kylestfs]

Think I’m gonna take this Kawasaki Ninja. I know nothing about bikes - seems kinda dumb, but this one looks pretty sick. I can probably handle it, even with my twunky body.

Know nothing about bikes…? « Twunk »…? Yeah, none of that is true, and I have no idea where you got that from. Must’ve been a bad dream, you’ve literally always been absolutely obsessed with motorcycles, mechanics, cars….and you’ve always been straight as a pencil as well. Typical biker, all you want is to breed, dominate and be superior to others, and your body certainly helps with that. The constant sweat coming from your armpits, the horrendous funk emitting from your feet, filling your Nikes with a cheesy strench makes you a true alpha, and you’re full of that, although you don’t even care. You’re too dumb to realise that you smell, and you don’t care about anything except your motorcycle.

Statistics :

Identity :

Age : 20

Name : Matt

IQ : 72.

Personality : Dumb, arrogant, childish and immature, dominant and bro-ish. Very annoying, loud, and obnoxious. Extremely and excessively egocentric and full of yourself.

Sexuality : Straight, but doesn’t mind filling a twink when your alpha instincts take over. All you want is a hole to fill, « no homo ». 100% top.

Body :

Body type : Jock bro & biker boy

Overall attractiveness : 10/10, absolute stud.

Private’s size : 7.5 inches hard.

Rear end size : Small, firm and closed hole, making sure you never use it for anything that’s not farting, and other things related.

Overall B.O : 9/10 (very strong, manly and sweaty smell.)

Armpit scent : Sweaty, salty, strong funk.

Gassiness : 10/10, can’t stop farting around your biker bros, the rotten egg smell getting stuck in your leathers, and making your entire body stink of fart scent.

Foot smell : Absolutely odiferous strench, smelling of rotten cheese, sweat and old socks. Your shoes smell even worse, as the smell keeps piling up, and you obviously never ever washed them, filthy biker boy.

Muscles : Strong, gym-goer muscles.