#mind change

[transformation4life]

Looking The Part

Jerome wasn't know what he was expecting when he was dragged into attending a costume party in the middle of December. His friend Jake, practically begged him to come and he couldn't say no to his puppy dog eyes. The theme was weird too. "Dress up as the Job you wanted as a kid." For Jerome, he wanted to be a doctor. The thought of saving lives was really appealing to the young child, before reality hit him with all its down and the thoughts of constantly being around dying people became way less appealing once he experienced real life. Even so, he felt obligated to follow the theme and bought some doctor's outfit that even came with some work appropriate hat and shoes off some online store. It was crazy cheap too and here Jeremy was, staring at the uniform on his bed right before he needs to head to the party. "Let's get this over with..." He starts stripping down into just his underwear and starts putting the clothes on.

Jerome slid the pants over his legs, pulled the shirt over his head, put on some bracelets and put the cap on. To his surprise, they were a bit big on him. "I thought I got this in my size... Ugh whatever time to get to the par-" Jerome froze. It felt like his body just stopped moving and it felt like he couldn't move his body at all besides his face. "What the hell?!?!" He said to himself. But that's when the fun began. Jerome felt a quick jolt of pain hitting his entire body as his face scrunched in pain. It subsided eventually and that's when Jerome saw it. Jerome's body was... growing. Jerome could hear the snaps of his bones as he looked to his left arm bulging. growing. becoming much more meatier than it used to be. Now it looked like one thick tree branch with veins visibly covering the arm. He looked to his right and saw that his right arm now mirrored his left. "I-Is this making me muscular? W-Why?" Jerome spoke out. He still couldn't move and the transformation kept going. Jerome's torso underwent its own transformation as any fat on his stomach was evaporated leaving a flat stomach that gained six sexy bulges. Jerome's flat chest was flat no longer as two massive chugs called pecs adorned him now. To top it off, his torso gained a v-shape. Next up was Jerome's lower half as it instantly gained a lot of bulk. His legs becoming thick and beefy and his feet growing a couple sizes larger. It's a good thing he wasn't wearing the shoes yet. The next to last change was Jerome's ass becoming bigger and much more bouncy. What seemed to be the final piece of the transformation was Jerome's face as it became much more Brazilian in appearance while his skin gained a minor tan. The transformation stopped by thickening his vocal cords and letting Jerome free.

Jerome looked down at himself. He couldn't believe his eyes. He just turned into a brazilian stud in mere minutes. "O que havia nestes-" (What was in these-) He put his hand over his month. Did he just speak Portuguese?

"Como vou explicar isso para Jake?" (How am I going to explain this to Jake?) Jerome certainly couldn't go to the party looking like this. But how how would he change back?

But before Jerome could think further, he subconsciously lifted his right arm, flexing it. That instantly gave Jerome a hard on, which in turn made his cock grow inches longer. The fabric on the shirt even started to rip.

"Eu poderia me acostumar com isso..." (I could get used to this…) While pointing at the rip.

After Jerome said this, the final changes began. Small little hairs appeared on Jerome one by one until a thick forest on his torso and pecs. Tattoos above his left pec and left arm sketched themselves onto Jerome and for the piece of resistance, a luscious beard of facial hair grew onto Jerome's face as well as his hair becoming more professional. There even seemed to be some greys sprinkled in, giving him a much more older appearance. And that's when the memories came flooding in. Jerome was no longer jerome, he was Ademir Pereira, a brazilian doctor. He started bodybuilding at a young age and it showed. Years of medical knowledge entered Ademir's mind as his apartment quickly changed into a luxurious house with multiple rooms and his bedroom became much larger to boot. Jerome was all but gone. Ademir settled into reality, looking around his room, wondering why he was in his hospital uniform so late at night, but then he heard his phone ring. He picked it up and saw a text from someone named "Jake" "Hey man, still coming to the party?" Ademir was confused. From what he could string of his limited knowledge of english, he never said he was going to a party with this "Jake". he had an early morning workout before work. He had no time for parties. "eu não falo inglês" (I don't speak english) he typed before putting his phone down again. The phone promptly changed into something much nicer than the dingy one he had before. With that morning workout in mind, Ademir was ready for bed. He threw off his uniform, bouncing his pecs before promptly sleeping.

The next morning at the gym, Ademir was ready to get his workout on. He spotted his workout buddy and waved. "Vamos trabalhar meu amigo!" (Let's get to work my friend!) He said before showing off his pecs to them.

"Nossa, Ademir, com esses peitorais, você realmente precisa de um sutiã!" (Geez Ademir with those pecs you really need a bra.) "Haha! Você realmente acha isso?" (Haha! You really think so?) Ademir laughed with confidence as he took his shirt off.

"Definitivamente. Mas chega de falar disso, vamos colocar seus representantes!" (Definitely. But enough about that let's get your reps in!) His friend said before reaching for his arm.

Ademir nodded, as they got to work on their routines for the day. After a couple hours. Ademir did a good flex in the mirror for all to see. This was the life! But he better get to work soon, those patents need him.

This was Ademir's daily routine. Work hard, workout hard, flex hard. He wouldn't any other life. Not to mention the upkeep on his social media which he also enjoys. Just recently he bounced his pecs to his viewers and they cheered, sending him hundreds of donations. Ademir was happy and that's all the mattered.

[kozilmog]

Fuck yeah loves the 60's greaser TF look!! I'd love to see an obnoxious musuclar jock made into the gooey greaser look

Jock -> Greaser

The jock should have known that people don't just leave expensive leather jackets like that around a gym known for douche bag jocks.

Seems like it was all a plot by the local Greaser gang, now they have a muscular enforcer that will finally get them the respect they deserve.

[thegreatpm1]

Decided to try out something new, it's kind of an experiment you can say plus i've been wanting to post some kind of comic just to test out how it looks.

So basically Gingerbrave finds a lolipop stick without the lolipop itself and as he grabs it, goo shoots out of the stick and surrounds him until he becomes Strawberry Cookie completely.

Let me know if you guys want to see more of this

[peaceposts]

Eat and drink but do not waste. The world produces enough food to feed billions of people, yet 830+ million people go hungry daily. Hunger is not inevitable but it is always man-made driven by a combination of armed conflict, economic shocks, climate extremes, poverty & inequality.

[eeeeeskckfr]

It’s for You! (Commander Tartar Tf) Mc FtM Anthro

(TW!: Needles)

Kacy held her head, trancing her hand over the stone wall next to her. Why did she agree to explore this stupid place with her friends? So far, she had gone down multiple hallways, read over multiple maps and so on. About an hour in this dumb place and still no sign of her friends.

Felt like the walls were twisting around Kacy actually.

It weirdly already felt like she had been there for years. How was that even possible??

“Come…on guys…! Where are you!?” Kacy shouted as loudly as she could. “HARRY! Mary! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!?” Kacy yelled as loudly as she could and even smashed a random glass bottle to make a loud noise.

No response…

“Arrrgghhhh! When I get my hands on you guys for–!!” Ring…ring…ring…

Kacy paused. “Huh?” Kacy looked over. Sounded like a…a really, really old phone ringing…

Kacy wandered further into the subway, following the sound. It was rather distant.

As she walked, she came across multiple…what looked like blood bags full of a strange, bluegreen ooze that reminded her heavily of the mutagen stuff from an old show she used to watch. If that meant anything, she knew not to touch it. The sight of the needles sent heavy shivers down her back though. Never liked needles…

Soon enough, after passing through some turnsdials and a few empty railways, she found a completely empty platform. Climbing up, she found an old phone. A..really, really old telephone like she had expected the noise to have been coming from.

It was a large, metal box supported on a thin pole bolted to the ground. It had a large horn (possibly for speaking into) and a dispenser at the bottom that a paper was attached to. “Missing: Kacy Daniels”. Hm, strange, she had only been gone for an hour. It had a lever on the side and two, tiny bulbs that looked like eyes.

“Huh, almost looks like it has a face,” Kacy chuckled slightly, poking the middle of the telephone’s face. She grabbed the paper afterwards and quickly tore it up. “I’ve also only been down here for an hour…” Kacy grumbled, trying to think over the sound of the telephone still ringing extremely loudly.

“..You’re not going to stop ringing until I answer, hm?” Kacy grabbed the telephone’s receiver and put it to her ear. She didn’t…really know how she worked but she could try.

Kacy leaned slightly against the telephone (quickly discovering how sturdy it was) and listened.

“[SEARCHING FOR USER ID…] [USER 10,009 CONFIRMED]” Kacy raised a brow, “...what the…?” Kacy shook the receiver a little, asking it, “Hello? Who are you?” It didn’t answer her question, “Greetings, 10,009. Your current location is: Deepsea Metro Central Station.”

That wasn’t the name of the metro she entered…

“Who are you?” Kacy asked it again, hearing a slight rumbling in the back of the call. “INGREDIENT ACQUISITION COMPLETE” The end of the receiver started to rumble a little louder now, the end shaking in her hand. “REFORMING MATTER…” Kacy glanced into the receiver and tapped it a little. “What’re you talking about?? Why won’t y–!” A large stream of the bluegreen ooze shot into her face suddenly, covering her whole head in seconds.

“AUH!!” Kacy fell back, almost hitting her head on the platform.

The receiver hung down, bluegreen ink leaking out onto the platform.

“Y-YOU MEASLY PIECE OF METAL!” Kacy shouted at the phone and held her head. “Fuck! Oough…this’ll never wash off, will…” Kacy groaned, noticing a strange feeling overtake her nearly instantly.

Kacy lifted a hand, cupping her cheek. “Wh…What is this stuff d..doing to me??”

Kacy noticed how light headed she felt. She felt sick to her stomach.

Metal started to slowly spread over her body, starting at where the slime originally hit. A strange tingling sensation spread over her body as well. Kacy’s head began to pound as it started to take on a more rectangular shape.

“Mrrgh??” Kacy patted her nose, watching it turn into a large, funnel-like horn on her face. The metal kept spreading down her back. Kacy grabbed some of her hair. The strip she grabbed rapidly changed into a lever that Kacy wasted no time in spinning as the transformation continued.

Kacy could feel her insides change to robotic components. Blood into that strange, bluegreen slime that covered her head, veins into wires, and guts into batteries and gears. Strangely, it didn’t hurt. Not even slightly. In fact, Kacy felt calmed by the whole experience.

Her pink coat and purple shirt began to deepen and turn into a blue button up and white undershirt like one you’d find a train conductor wearing. A black bowtie wrapped itself around Kacy’s neck lightly. S…Snazzy? Point is, it looked nice.

The change reached Kacy’s hands, coating them in that ooze and hiding the hands underneath. Sh-...He would need gloves to cover those. It can’t have people connecting the dots between those blood bags and him. It couldn’t let those octarians figure out their fate before his blender was remade!

Kacy, what are you talking about? You don’t own a blender! …What’s an octarian?

[DELETING USER 10,009]

Installing Com.Tartar.exe…

“Rmmghh–! Blah…bllaahhh…” It tried to talk, noticing how dizzy it was.

The change continued further down as his blue button up gained coattails and his bland, normal jeans became short, deeper blue capris. His boring shoes became tall, black boots that his pants tucked into.

Booting up Com.Tartar.exe…

Tartar…?

Commander Tartar groaned, rubbing his head as it stood up and almost immediately fell back over. “Ggrrbbbrh–...blah..blaah…something’s wrong with…with my memory drive��and probably my circuits too…” Tartar cranked his switch slowly, grumbling as he did.

[RECALIBRATING]

“hello? hello? …hello?” Tartar started, testing his voice. Full of static.

[RECALIBRATING]

“Hello? Hello? Testing testing, 1, 2, 3!” Tartar moved his lever a little more until most of the static faded from his voice. “Good. Good. That’s much better..”

Commander Tartar stared up at the roof of the metro. Even from under the sea, in this cold metro, he could hear the sound of the fireworks outside. “..Happy New Years, Professor…” Tartar murmured, slowly sitting down against one of the support beams of the metro. “And to you, 10,009…” A cruel smile came to his face, “Thank you so much for supplying yourself to my cause…” He chuckled, adjusting his bowtie.

[flogisto]

big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important

the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also

[transformation4life]

Magazine in The Attic

"Ugh... Can't believe I have to clean this STUPID attic." You groan as you enter the aforementioned room.

Many boxes littered the attic of your childhood home. Your parents recently decided to move out so it was time for cleanup. You look around, hoping for something to catch your eye among the sea of similarly colored boxes. Luckily one box's lid was missing letting you peer inside from afar. You walk over to take a look.

You peer inside, finding a stack of magazines with various covers. You grab the one on the top of the stack. It was a magazine for... men? The date on the top left states it's from the late 70's.

After some quick mental math, that was 50 years ago. These magazines are old! This intrigued you so you started flipping through the pages. Each page featured a multitude of different things. Workout tips, interviews and full page photos of bodybuilders from the time. As you kept flipping, you didn't even realize that you were completely aroused by each photo culminating into a tent in your pants. You bit your lip. "Fuck..." You made it to the last page in a horny filled stupor. Staring at what you consider the peak of masculinity. The next phrase you speak a result of that pent up horniness.

"I wish I could have lived as a Bodybuilder back then..." You mutter and just then the magazine suddenly got really hot and you dropped it in a panic.

"What the-" You snap back to the reality of being in your parents attic. You look at the magazine that stung you in confusion. That confusion went further when the magazine started glowing.

This definitely wasn't normal, but you couldn't muster up any words. You look down at the glowing magazine, a part of you wants to pick it up again, but this was all so strange that you just left it there.

The paranormal activity continued as what looks like to be a small gust of wind emanating from the pages. The gusts got stronger and larger until what was basically a tornado coming from the book. The tornado was expanding from the book to the entire attic as whole. You watched in awe as the swirling winds surrounded you., getting faster and faster, more dangerous. Boxes started being lifted into the air, one with the winds. You looked around, seeing the magazine once more. You surmise closing it would stop all this so you made the journey to it's location, but the winds make it difficult. You're almost there when the winds get too strong and you're barely able to stand. You reach for the magazine before the winds get too strong and everything goes white.

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You wake up an unknown amount of time later, clenching your head in anguish to find that the tornado is gone, but... more than that is gone. The many boxes that were collecting dust in the attic were gone sans one or two, but the amount was significantly reduced. Did The magazine do this? You wonder, searching for its location. It was there where you last saw it, the glow gone however.

"Something isn't right here..." You say as you get up from the ground. Your best course of action is to call your parents and tell them what happened to the boxes.

You look through your pockets only to find that your phone isn't there. Panic settles in as you furiously search all your pockets, but no phone was ever obtained.

"Shit, what am I supposed to do now? Look for a pay phone? In this decade? Ha!" Well nothing better to do up here, you conclude so it's time to go.

As you head for the trapdoor leading to the floor below, you look at the magazine and think back to how much you enjoyed it. "I'm sure my parents won't mind if I snag this..." You walk back and grab the magazine, tucking it into your arms.

You return to the trap door and open it, noticing that it's not as old feeling as it was before. You just chalk it off to groggyness as you let the ladder down. What you saw next was less explainable however.

Your parents home looked like it went under a 70's makeover overnight. Any sense of modernity (what little of it) was gone and replaced with 70's style everything.

"T-This.... can't be real" But you pinch yourself and you didn't wake up.

You start running into the other rooms, hoping that it was just the hallway only to find more 70's looking furniture. Your parents room sporting just a single person bed rather than the two you remember. You go to your old bedroom to find it completely empty. The bathroom was similarly 70's and the first floor was even worse with a 70's kitchen and dining room. Not a single modern item was in site. There even was a telephone on the kitchen counter.

"N-No... this is all just some wacky illusion right? Right?" You run outside to find something that shocked you to your core.

Your hometown neighborhood was completely 70'ed. The houses looked the same but the exterior dressing was definitely different. You see people passing by who look straight out of 70's sitcoms. You look to where you parked your car only to find it a much much older model. That's what broke you. "Did I travel back in fucking time?!?!" The signs all pointed to yes, the very catalyst resting between your torso and arm you realize after you remember what happened before you passed out.

You head back inside, opting to head to your parents former? future? bedroom and sit on the bed putting the magazine on it as well.

You think about how you've been zapped 50 years into the past with no way back. Unlike the movies, you doubt there's some zany inventor who can make you a time machine back to the present. You try to not let it get to you though.

"Maybe I'll wake up the next thing and it'll be alll fine" you halfheartedly believe.

You decide to focus on other things, like the bedroom you're currently in. It's very different compared to your parents. You notice some things at first glance. A desk with multiple drawers. A closet, a mirror and a shelf with trophies of some kind. You decide to investigate the desk first, hoping no one minded looking through their stuff for the time being.

Inside the first drawer you find... detailed notes of dietary routines and workouts, as well as a day to day planner. Flipping through the planner entails various planned dates including "Competitions", "meetings" and workouts. You were amazed by everything you found. The guy who lived before your parents must have been pretty on top of things. The second drawer held a diary, but you decided not look through that incase it was super personal. You have some limits after all.

Next up on your list was the closet, opening it to find a lot of clothes seemingly met for workouts. Tank tops, stringers, shorts, anything a gymgoer would need. The size of them look a bit big for you so you don't choose to try them on. Maybe later, a thought rings in your mind. Everything else in the closet from your searching was standard fare like socks and underwear.

With that out of the way you stare at what you purposefully left for last. The shelf of trophies that stood out very much to you. You walk over to it and take a deep breath. When you opened your eyes you took a good look at the designs of the trophies. Nothing stood out too much so you'd have to take a closer look to get what they're for. So without much left to do, you grab one of the biggest trophies on the shelf and read the engraving.

Charles Leonard Mr. Olympia 1977

The words "Mr. Olympia" made everything click as you realize who this house belongs to. A bodybuilder! "Oh my god, I'm in a bodybuilder's HOUSE!" You shout in excitement. You've always admired bodybuilders as a kid so fate putting you into the house of one was extra exciting! You look at the other trophies and other similar bodybuilding achievements were engraved. Mr. Leonard really knows what he's doing. After looking at all the trophies you put the one you picked up back on the shelf. Your excitement couldn't be contained however as you thought back to that diary you skipped before. Surely... Mr. Leonard wouldn't mind a little peak, right? He could be home any minute so he rushed over to the desk and opened it to a random page on the desk's top area and began reading.

XX/XX/197X

Ab day was killer. I could really feel the ridges on my skin settling. I gave them a good rub and it felt so good!

You imagine a thought up version of Charles rubbing his abs and you feel aroused by it. The room also started getting warmer for some reason. Sweat dripping down your face. At the same time you could feel your stomach churning. You clench it in pain, feeling like it was experiencing years of pains all at once. After some time, the pain subsided, but curiosity got the best of you and you wondered what happened down there and lift your shirt to revealing rippling six pack abs. For a second you're shocked to find out that you have a six pack before that feeling goes away as you remember always having six pack abs as long as you can remember. You give them a good rub, more arousal forming in your system as you flip to the next entry.

XX/XX/197X

Chest day was a success. I can feel my pecs pumped up to the max! I even bounced them a little in excitement.

This was more fuel to the fire. Your imagination runs wild as you imagine a man bouncing his pecs in pure bliss at the gym. As this was happening, a heat was emanating from your chest. It felt like your pectorals were getting bigger. A noticeable ridge was now showing on your t-shirt. When the heat died down you looked at your chest, smiling. Ah, your meat mounds, gotta love 'em. You bounce them in solidarity with the diary entry. Time to keep going!

XX/XX/197X

Arm day was brutal, but I pulled through. Whenever I feel down, I give 'em a good flex!

This entry was just as exciting as the last two. A big strong bodybuilder flexing their two big arms. Then you hear a loud *RIP* coming from your shirt sleeves. Oh yeah, your large bulging biceps don't do well with small shirts. Makes you wonder why you were wearing one... Oh well, next entry.

XX/XX/197X

Worked on my legs and glutes today. They're bulking pretty nicely, especially my ass. Big and firm...

Ass... Suddenly an urge overcame you. You moved one of your hands to your ass. The image of a man with a large ass entered your mind. Meanwhile you could feel the hand on your ass being pushed by something. You look to your side to see two ripe and big buttocks attached to your frame. You also notice how tight your pants are. Definitely a sign of your hard work on your thunder thighs and legs. A loud moan escapes your lips as you think about how much you worked on that ass to what it is today, giving them a firm squeeze. You flip to the next entry before you cum.

XX/XX/197X

Back day had me pumped up! They're wider than before, just like my trapezii!

There was another *RIP* noise after you read the entry. It was your shirt being ripped due to your large back.

"Man, I really gotta know why I wore this small shirt..." You grab the shirt with your large mitts for hands and forcefully rip it off you revealing the top half of your bodybuilder frame. You flex your biceps almost instantly. The tent in your pants ready to burst. You had to stop. Just a few more entries and you're done you say.

XX/XX/197X

I went to get a haircut today, and it looks amazing. Not to mention the barber complimented my mustache. I'm glad other people appreciate my pride and joy.

A tickling sensation is felt above your upper lip. You reach for that area with one of your hands, feeling the texture of facial hair all across. Your beloved stache is where it should be, caressing it for a few more seconds. For whatever reason you then moved your head through your hair. You remember just recently getting it styled to be modern and trendy. Your barber happily remarked that "The 70's brought a new revolution to hairstyles like that one, sir!" You question why that person said 70's for "modern" but maybe he was just nostalgic.

After that entry you decide to speed flip through some more. One mentioned how big Charles' dick which was. something you could happily relate to. Another mentioned the impressive body hair hanging out on his forearms. Another relatable characteristic. It was so wonderful to find such a like-minded individual like you so far in the past. You would love to meet this Charles in person if you could. Speaking of Charles, he might be home soon, you were perusing for quite a long time now. You flip to one last page.

XX/XX/197X

A friend decided to take a photo of me during one of my workouts. I think it looked pretty good so I decided to keep it!

Below the blurb is a printed photo of said photo. Charles in the middle of a leg workout. You realize this is the first time you've seen Charles and wow he looks so amazing! And familiar...

You think back to the magazine that assumedly brought you here. Wasn't a man very similar to you Charles on the cover? Your parents never mentioned a bodybuilder living here in the past and surely they would have mentioned due to your outward love of bodybuilders, especially as one such as built as yourself. Thinking about it... did your parents ever live here? You think to the familiar halls of your home, only to find that you don't see them there. Only you just moving in a week prior. Another memory of them happily still living in your actual childhood home in California. How could you have misremembered so incorrectly? You think to yourself.

You go back to the magazine. You time traveled here right? But memories of getting this magazine right off the shelf because of being such a huge fan of Charles Leonard. You had to grab the magazine of someone who looked so much like you. Time travel? That only happens in fiction! You're a proud man living in the 70's. The 2020's were so far away how could you have ever thought of living in that time.

You look up from the diary, and scanned the once unfamiliar room. Your room. You notice a full size mirror you feel like wasn't there before, but you remember putting it there yourself to do pose checks. You walk over to it. Man you look good. Everything was big in all the right places. But then you think to your resemblance to Charles.

"We really look like twins, don't we?" You say, suddenly aware of your voice sounding just like Charles as well.

You notice your 10 inch dick still forming that tent in your tight pants. You watch your face mimic your actions in the mirror. Blinking, furrowing your brows, flexing. It reminds you of how Charles looked in the magazine photos. Your eyes peer over to the trophy case and then back to the mirror.

"If I live here then why is Charles trophies in my room..." You live alone so it's definitely not being roommates. Besides there was only one bed.

You think to Charles achievements engraved on the trophies, but you remember also earning those achievements. Every single one. Even winning Mr. Olympia 1977. Too many coincidences are piling up. The same achievements, the same appearance, the diary detailing similar memories to your own.

The magazine flashes in your mind one more time, but this time you finally realize that... YOU posed for this magazine not Charles. It hits you like a brick. You're not like Charles Leonard... "I am Charles Leonard!" You shout at the mirror finally releasing all the pent up cum from your dick, causing your underwear and pants to tear apart.

Post-nut clarity hits you hard as you question what the hell you were doing for the past hour.

"And what are these ripped clothes doing here on the floor? And why am I naked?" You decide to ignore the clothes and grab some athletic shorts as well as a pair of briefs from your closet and quickly put them on to cover your privates. You walk back to the mirror.

"Much better."

"Now, let's get rid of those... where did they go?" You swear you saw ripped clothes on the floor. You know you're not wearing your glasses right now but they were definitely there before. "*Sigh* I won't get in a tizzy over it." You rub the area between your brows.

You set your sights on the clock on your nightstand. 4:30 PM.

"I could go to the gym later..." But before you finish that though, a loud ring was heard from the other room.

You run over to your rotary phone in the kitchen and pick up the dial. "Hello, Charles Leonard speaking?" You ask with charisma.

"Hey Charles! It's me, Mike. Do you remember that photoshoot I was talking to you about?" "Yup, they said they'd paid top dollar to have me on the front cover of their magazine."

"Well I know you just moved, but they got a studio near where you lived, and they'd be psyched if you came over today!" "Oh really? What's the address?" You grab a nearby notepad just for times like this. "So you're down to going? Awesome! The address is..." Mike enthusiastically recounts the address to you as you write it down with ease. You make a mental map of where it should be and say goodbye to Mike.

You turn back to your room and grab some items such as your wallet, car keys, as well as a shirt. Unfortunately your bulging muscles will have to be contained for decency. You put on the shirt, your frame seeping through the tight clothing. You smile at the mirror. This is the life!

You waste no time after that, heading to your brand new car and starting the engine. The car's whirls honestly boned you up, but you had a photo shoot to get to. You grab a map from the backseat of your car, making sure you're heading the right direction and start driving.

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A week, you're at the gym holding a preview copy of the magazine you posed for. Turns out they wanted something more out there and you happily obliged, being able to show what's in the trunk.

But enough of that, it was time to work out! You grab your water bottle and head to the machines. First up on your list was barbell curls. You grab a barbell and braced yourself for the lifts. After some time you began.

Each lift was exhilarating. You always, always loved that pump you get from workouts. After enough reps. You put the barbell down. It's time for the next exercise. You find a nice lady willing to spot you for this one as you grab a set of dumbbells and laid down on the weight bench. It was time for Another set of reps and you started lifting the dumbbells.

After you finish your reps, the rest of your workout was a breeze. Lift after lift, push after push, pull after pull, it was all so fulfilling. Once you finished, you were drenched in sweat. Time to hit the showers and go home! You're already excited for your workout session tomorrow, but it's time to rest.

Life continued in a routinely fashion for you as Charles Leonard. Wake up, Workout, pose, and repeat. It felt good living in the 70's, living in the now. You don't know what the future holds, but your body will be ready for it.

[chequerootlurks]

I love the additions! This is so informative; thankyou!

[kozilmog]

I imagine a steve rogers to skater stoner transformation

Steve Rogers -> Skater Stoner

The last known location of Peter Parker was to an apartment in the bad side of Queen's. Deciding to investigate alone, Captain America easily broke in, however, whoever was there left only a short while ago, the smoke still circulating around the room.

The Captain looked around for his friend but found nothing but the sweaty, pungent smell of weed. It wasn't long before even his enhanced body become lightheaded.

Soon, memories of the 30s and 40s faded into that smoke all that mattered was going out with his best buds, having a few spliffs and showing off at the Skate Park.

If he had any braincells left, he'd find it strange they were all wearing the same clothes as his best friend Pete, but it didn't matter anymore. Watch this!

[michael-the-rouge]

Do I have to say it?

[peaceposts]

VIPs have turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism for emotional turmoil. These influential figures encourage the individual to follow suit in seeking solace through alcohol consumption, leading to a cycle of dependency and negative coping strategies.

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[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[transformation4life]

New Year New Ford

New year's Eve, 2023. 11:55pm. You were watching your local channel that had the New York Ball Drop. Like past new year's you were alone in your apartment. All your friends had got invited to parties besides you so here you were. However one of your friends handed you something interesting last you saw them. "I heard that if you blow the candle and make a wish right as midnight hits it'll come true!" Your friend said as he handed you a star candle.

It sounded like superstition but this year was rough for you as you found yourself unsatisfied with your life and your job so hey it can be worth a shot! You remembered that right before you went to watch the countdown you enviously scrolled Instagram to where you followed a concerning amount of bodybuilders. They seemed to have the perfect lives. Big beautiful body, a loving partner, sponsorships, and getting to show off. Just thinking about it makes you a lil' hard. One bodybuilder that you saw while scrolling caught your eye in particular. He looked so perfect... so large...

"If only I looked like him..." You mutter. Then you hear the people cheering on from 10 to 9 then 8 and so on. You look at the counter with the candle and a lighter and then the tv screen. It was a mad dash to light the candle and put it close to your face closing your eyes and speaking your wish. "I wish I was a bodybuilder with big huge muscles!" You blow out the candle right as it hit midnight.

You open your eyes again and find yourself looking the exact same. What a disappointment. Time for bed though you are very tired. You grab your green blanket and settle down on the couch as you snooze. Unbeknownst to you, your life was going to get a whole lot better.

As you slept, your body started to glow as your white pale skin became that of a bodybuilder tan for competitions. Your clothes evaporated from your body leaving you completely in the nude. Your body now started to expand in all directions. Your flat chest filled with meat and become thick pecs. Your arms became thick like trees. Abs popped in, shoulders becoming bigger, back widening. Your legs became thick and juicy like a drumstick. Your hands became calloused and worn and just a bit bigger. Your small pencil dick increase to a girthy 8 inches of a beer can while your adam's apple became more prominent and neck more thick. Your flat ass became large and bounced like a bubble. Your hair was cut into it was a buzzcut as your body physically aged. The transformation was now complete as you continued to rest. snoring in a much deeper tone.

As the morning came you were still fast asleep unaware that you had a completely new body.

You yawn as you awake not yet realizing your muscular body as you scratch your ass. You seem to forget that you were wearing clothes last night as you walk to your bathroom, letting your new dick dangle. You reach the mirror in the bathroom and rub your eyes and that's when you realize. "OH MY FUCKING GOD?!??!?!" You scream. You finally realized your body changed.

It wasn't long until you started to explore your new body, commenting on your new ass and big dick. While you tested out your new body the scenery around your bathroom became bigger and much more luxurious. In fact, Your entire apartment was remade into a much more massive house not that you knew this was happening. You just let your muscles captivate you. You closed your eyes and you put your massive arms to your head as you thought about your new life. As that was happening your bodybuilder tan slowly disappeared and a cross necklace wrapped itself around your neck and some workout shorts covered your member. No underwear though.

You eventually put your arms down as you realize you should probably check your phone to see if it changed in any way so you leave your bathroom completely blissful of the changes to both your house and bathroom. You head to your new bedroom and check your phone. Much to your surprise, there are notifications from many including dating apps. Seems like the new you gets around. You rub your head as you realize the reality of your new life is going to be a doosey.

As you ponder what to do next you feel something happening in your brain. You can feel your brain processing slowing down. Most academic knowledge you ever had being flushed down the metaphorical drain as it was replace with solely the need to bulk your already large body. You space out as this was happening and a little drool came out of your mouth before you snapped back to reality. The only thing on your mind now is to go to the gym and get RIPPED. So you grab the workout gear you suddenly now have and ride in your car to your favorite place in the world.

You arrive at the gym and scent of musk overwhelmed your nose and it felt like home. With it being the new year you see many new people but that doesn't stop your grind. You walk to the gym lockers and your instincts lead you to a locker with the name "Lunsford". You put your bag into the locker and get back to the gym floor. With ease and effort you work out for hours. You always loved that pump. After working out you adjust your sweaty tank and hand to the gym area with full body mirrors.

Once you arrived you immediately stripped into just underwear and socks and flexed. God you looked so good. You loved your body. You loved your life.

A few months later...

Your life has been such a breeze and you were invited to the beach with some bodybuilder friends you made over the months. In a cocky fashion you flex on the beach before stripping into your beach attire.

was only a matter of time until someone wanted a picture or a video of you. With the first person who asks you put on some shades you had in one of your pockets and put them on, only to take them off immediately after and wink at the camera.

"it's going to be a good year!" You say to yourself as you jog to the water with glee.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey everyone! Late new year story for ya! Hope this year brings you good fortune and fun! See you in the next story!

[kozilmog]

Your work is really good!! If I could make a request, I'd love to see Wolverine become a Caveman, or a Handsome Butler!

Wolverine -> Butler

Getting a good, long lasting butler these days is such a hassle. Constantly having to send another servant to find one can really ruin one's day.

Luckily, in the most select, exclusive and expensive gentleman's club called "The Caligula Club". Do I also need to say it's on invite only?

Once you're in, it's for life, and they specialise in getting only the best and most discreet servants, butlers and maids, all made from real, 100% authentic former Superheroes. It seems like Logan is now experiencing all the amenities and benefits for "joining" the club. Soon to be ready for anyone who wants an indestructible muscle butler... for the right price of course.