#misctf

[boysmentfs]

The trip to the beach.

A collaboration with @misctf .

Steve was the most cliché of the word "nerd" with only 5'4 tall, with pimples and with irritating little voice he was the target for the jock boys in his university. But despite being victim of sneers and bullying, he was the happiest student in college, he always smiled, helped people and was quite studious. So the mockery towards him mattered little to him. Today was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, Steve was studying hard in his room, he didn't have any plans for today and he didn't care to have one either, his parents were not home so he enjoyed being alone quietly until someone knocked on his house door.

"Who could it be?" Steve sighed, “I’m really behind on my work.” He looked at the essay he was in the midst of completing, “I should...” The second knock was louder, “Must be important.”

Steve quickly made his way to the front door. As he went to open it, he paused. He could hear the boisterous laughter from the other side, the frequent use of the word ‘bro’, and a few belches. His stomach dropped.

“What could they possibly want?” Steve thought miserably, “I should really...” He sighed. It wasn’t in his nature to just ignore someone. What if they needed help?

“Oh shit! Look who it is! What’s up lil’ bro?” Garrett laughed, emphasizing the word ‘lil’. He put his arms behind his head, his biceps bulging.

“Uh hey.” Steve stammered, “Uhm, I...I...” His mind was racing, trying not to stare. Garrett was rather good-looking- dark hair and eyes, his chiseled face framed by a well-groomed, short beard. And looking further down, it was obvious that his years on the baseball team did wonders for his body- all of which was framed nicely in his tight tank-top, “Sorry, just studying today.” Steve blushed, mentally admonishing himself for making it so obvious that he had a thing for the star pitches on the team.

"Studying?! Lil’ dude, come on.” Garrett groaned, nudging one of the other jocks, “Seriously dude, how lame. How about this? We came here to invite you to the beach.” He placed his firm rugged hand on Steve’s shoulder and grinned, “Lil’ dude, it’s gonna be fuckin’ lit. Cheerleaders, booze, you name it. When’s the last time you did something like that, huh lil’ dude?”

Hearing this, Steve raised an eyebrow. None of these things were as appealing to him as Garrett likely thought they’d be. Although, the naively optimistic part of Steve wanted to imagine this could be the start of a friendship with Garrett. Part of him yearning for closeness with the jock. But Steve shook his head before adjusting his glasses- on what planet would he ever be friends with Garrett?

"I don't want to be rude or offensive, but why are you inviting me?” Steve questioned, “Jake and Logan were just bullying me the other day.” The two jocks behind Garrett snickered, earning them a disapproving look from Garrett.

"I know... Dude, but believe me we want to make peace, me and my bros promise we won't make fun of you again!” Garrett replied, no hint of insincerity in his tone, “Besides, it's Saturday and being at home? It's boring as hell."

Steve sighed, mulling over the offer. Would it be nice not to be bullied by these meatheads? Yeah. Would it be nice to spend time with Garrett? Yeah. Did he really think they’d make peace after this? Steve sighed again- the rational part of him saying to shut the door. The other saying to give these bros a chance.

"Okay, okay... I’ll go.” Steve said, the uncertainty of his choice evident in his voice.

“Oh sick lil’ bruh, but like, don’t sound too disappointed.” Garrett laughed, slapping him on the back and knocking the wind out of his small frame.

“But really, I’m doing this to make peace.” Steve insisted, “No funny business.” He tried to sound confident and stern. Garrett smiled and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, “Oh and..." Steve bit his lip, “This is so embarrassing but it’s been so long since I’ve been to the beach. I don’t really have any appropriate swimwear.”

"That shouldn't worry you bro! Give me a second." Garret grinned, “You’re just in luck, lil’ dude.” Garrett seemed way too excited, “Check out these!” His bro reached into a bag and handed him some green shorts with a bit of blue and gave them to Steve. "Here! These shorts belonged to one of our bros. Well former bro. He went on to bigger and better things.” Garrett sighed, “Internship or some shit. Brains and brawn, can you believe it?” The other jocks snickered.

Steve looked at the shorts and made a face of disgust. Did Garrett and his bros really think he would wear someone else’s shorts? Why did they seem to have them ready too? Steve awkwardly grabbed the shorts, and looked back over at the group of jocks.

"Garrett... I uh." Steve could see the look of excitement in Garrett’s eyes. Like he was proud of something, “I don’t really feel comfortable wearing another guy’s shorts. And besides, these aren’t going to fit me."

“And why not, lil bro? I wear my bro’s stuff all the time.” Garrett grinned, “I understand that you don't have the same muscle mass as us, but they’re shorts, shorts look good on everyone."

"Yes... but..." Steve sighed- how was he going to make these oafs understand his discomfort when they clearly had no shame?

"Dude, just get changed. We’ll wait here for you." Garrett grinned, “Come on bros, I’ll get the car started. I got a bomb playlist.”

Steve watched as they walked back to their car, all chuckling and talking about their beach plans. And before long, loud obnoxious music filled the air. Steve cringed, worrying what his neighbors might think of the loud music.

“The faster I get this on, the faster we get out of here.” Steve figured, walking back to his room.

Once there, he quickly undressed and examined himself in the mirror. He frowned as he examined his short and lanky frame- his skin pale from the hours spent indoors studying. His brown hair a curly mess atop his head. Nothing compared to the healthy tans and meaty muscles Garrett and his bros sported. Steve shook his head, ignoring these negative thoughts. Instead, he turned his attention to the pair of shorts in his hand.

"This is so disgusting...” Steve mumbled, taking a whiff of them, “Oh god, did they even wash this?” Steve was instantly teleported back to his high school locker room- the smell wafting from these shorts an unpleasant reminder of his days in gym class, “What have I gotten myself into?”

He grimaced as he slowly pulled the shorts up his skinny legs, where they rested over his Marvel boxer briefs. Yet despite his initial disgust, he was surprised to see how well they fit. He figured he owed Garrett some credit- shorts do look good on anyone. Steve walked over to his closet, rummaging around until he found on of his old discarded tank-tops. After placing that over his skinny frame, he smiled.

“Okay, I kind of look the part.” He commented, flexing his skinny arm, “Almost.” He laughed, thinking how ridiculous he must’ve looked.

And as he turned away from the mirror, he felt a wave of vertigo wash over him. He stumbled forward, catching himself against a wall. Steve groaned and wiped some sweat from his forehead, trying to make sense of the sudden dizziness. But as quickly as it had come on, it had passed. And Steve awkwardly walked to the front door, each step feeling somewhat heavier and requiring more focus.

“Oh lil’ dude, you look great!” Garrett said, approaching him, “You’re more than ready for the beach.” He raised an eyebrow, “Ah wait, lil’ dude you forgot your shoes. Logan! Grab ��em a pair from the trunk.”

Steve only nodded, not really paying all that much attention. His mind felt foggy, his body heavier. When Logan threw the pair of worn-out sandals at his feet, Steve just slid them on. They were clearly too large for him, but he didn’t have the mental bandwidth to make a comment.

“Lookin’ good on ya!” Garrett grinned, putting an arm around Steve’s shoulder and leading him to the car, “God, you reek, lil’ dude.”

Steve shook his head, “No... it’s... it’s the shorts.” He replied, “They smell...”

“Sure, sure lil’ dude.” Garrett chuckled.

Steve wanted to say something in response, but he felt a slight achiness in his feet. And when he looked down, he could have sworn that they looked bigger and now sporting tufts of hair. In that moment, Steve could’ve also sworn that his nostrils were being invaded by an increasingly intense odor- reminiscent of the locker room but somehow worse. Sour and musky, all at once.

“Alrighty lil’ dude, get in.” Garrett said, "Let's go!"

Steve could barely focus. The smells, the boisterous laughter, and the blaring laughter from the bros around him. He grimaced as a can of beer rolled around in the backseat, hitting his foot. He watched as Logan reached down and smirked, before shot gunning the can of beer while his bros cheered.

“Lil’ bro, why don’t you try one?” Garrett asked from the driver’s seat, “Pregame for me, since I’m drivin’ and shit.”

“I’m good.” Steve replied, clearing his throat. His voice sounded off, “I’m not feeling too...”

A beer was thrust against his skinny chest and he looked over at Logan, who had a wide grin on his face. Steve held the beer, staring at it closely. And with his meatier hands, cracked it open. Steve never drank- it wasn’t his thing. But as he cracked open the can, he felt compelled. He was gonna chug it. And as the bros cheered him on, Steve did just that. As he did, he couldn’t possibly realize the bulge in his shorts was growing. His member growing in size, going from a measly 5 centimeters to an astonishing 14 centimeters, a dense forest of pubes sprouting around his new member.

“Buuuuuuuurrrrrppppppppp.” Steve grinned slightly as he crushed the can in his hand as his bros cheered, “That wasn’t so bad.”

“Fuck yeah lil’ dude!” Garrett cheered from the front.

“That was sick bruh!” Logan playfully punched Steve’s arm.

Steve looked down at where Logan punched him and his eyes widened. His arms... his skinny arms... they looked bigger? More defined. Muscles Steve knew he had but never saw were suddenly becoming quite obvious to the naked eye. He looked up at Logan and then up to Garrett.

“Hey somethin’s...” Steve froze. That baritone voice couldn’t possibly be...

But no one paid him any attention. They were going on about the cheerleaders, although Steve noticed Garrett was oddly quiet during the conversation. Occasionally glancing at Steve through the mirror. Steve stirred uncomfortably as Garrett stole glances at him. Why did he keep looking at him? He blushed slightly, trying to appear smaller, but his growing pecs and widening frame made that difficult. He was taking up more space now, becoming uncomfortably close to Logan.

“Dude, can you...”

“Not my fault this car’s so fuckin’ small.” Steve’s eyes widened. He would never talk like that, “What the fuck?” The fogginess in his mind was starting to dissipate. He was becoming acutely aware of his newly massive frame, enlarging pecs, and arms that looked more like tree-trunks than sticks.

Garrett turned to look at him and smiled. "What's wrong bro? You look good.”

“I... don’t... fuckin’...” Steve groaned as his tank-top ripped and he tossed the ruined fabric into the trunk.

He grunted as his muscles pulsed again and again. His frame expanding larger and larger, while Logan just grinned, despite losing more room in the back of the car. Steve gasped as small blond hairs erupted from his massive arms and traveled up. And when they finished coating his massive forearms, the hair in his pits exploded into a dense, musky forest. He grimaced at the smell wafting from them, yet at time went on, the smell was becoming familiar. Somewhat nice actually. He brought his hands to his head as his head started pounding. And in the car’s mirror, he saw that his hair was becoming blond. His curly locks reshaping into a sporty cut. His face becoming sharp and defined, his lips puffing up and forming into a permanent smirk.

“Eric, bruh, you good?” Garrett asked.

Steve let out a baritone groan, “Nah bruh, who the fuck’s Eric?” He grabbed his head again, “That’s... not... my... name...”

As he made eye contact with Garrett, he could feel it. A set of memories. Gym sessions with Garrett. Going to sporting events. Playing videogames. Waking up in each other’s arms... tearing each other’s clothes off... fucking... Steve realized in that moment. Garrett and Eric. They were more than frat bros... they were... A small smile formed on Steve’s lips as he felt Eric’s personality and mind overtake his. And in that moment, he came. The climax so intense that he passed out in the back seat.

“Took him long enough.” Logan chuckled, “You happy Garrett?”

Garrett nodded and parked the car, “Alright bros, give him some time to rest.” Garrett smiled at his sleeping boyfriend, “I’ll be right behind you all.”

As his bros started walking to the beach, Garrett opened backseat door and smiled at his hunk of a boyfriend. He ran a hand down his jaw and gave him a quick kiss, before grabbing his cum-soaked shorts.

“Was hoping you’d save that for me.” Garrett smirked, “But all good, bruh.” He kissed him on the cheek, before quietly shutting the door. He’d let Eric get some rest- besides, they had a long night ahead of them.

[johnbrand]

New Favorite Brew

With @misctf, continuing their Gridiron Brew series

“David, c’mon we’re gonna be late for yoga!”

Matty shouted, grabbing his mat as he launched himself out of his room. He knew that the pair should not have gotten drunk last night. You could not squeeze that many drinks into twinks skinnier than rails! Matty had stopped while he was ahead–although not super far ahead as he was still a bit hungover–but David had gone hard. He had even pounded back a beer that he had gotten from the liquor store for free before they had arrived at Matty's apartment. They had exclusively drank hard seltzers since graduating a year ago, so when the cashier handed them the beer as a part of a promotion, they laughed. 

But now rushing towards the door, Matty knew they would be doing anything but laughing if they missed this yoga class. They had spent a fortune on securing their spots months ago.

“Ready to go, David?”

“What's goin' on, bro?”

Matty stood in shock for a moment at the naked man on his couch. The brute was large, hairy, and old–probably twice the size, girth, and maturity of Matty. This uber-masculine mammoth of a creature was not at all what Matty had been expecting, causing him to audibly squeak.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, bro?” His voice was deep, resonant and gruff. “Oh yeah, sorry you know how I get when I go too far. Would always lose my clothes by the end of the party, just reliving the good old frat days I guess.”

“I…uh…” Matty stuttered, but quickly recovered himself. Dave was right, this always happened when he got too drunk. “I’ll see you later, I have to get to my yoga class.”

“Sure,” Dave yawned, not even bothering to cover himself as he cracked open another can of beer as his breakfast. “Good luck or whatever, bro!”

Matty left, his bewilderment rapidly evaporating into being simply unfazed. By the time he was in his car, the whole situation was already behind him. Matty’s class was the only thing on his mind. In moments, he had his Top Hits of the 2010s playlist blasting through his earbuds. He luckily made it on time to his class, and afterwards was exhausted. Ripping his sweat-soaked shirt off as soon as he was in his car, Matty took a moment to recover and laid back in his seat. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised by the metallic glare hitting his eyes.

Twisting around, Matty was surprised to find a can of beer in his car. He presumed it had been misplaced from his and Dave’s shenanigans last night at the liquor store; Matty’s bag of seltzer’s and Dave’s bag of six-packs. The can in question must have slipped out. Curiously, Matty picked up the can, the aluminum exterior slightly warm from having sat in the sun. The label was not anything special, brown with an old-timey football player on the front. The words “Gridiron Brew” were somehow delivered in the most masculine and yet generic font possible.

Feeling a sudden thirst, and growing interest as to why Dave was so addicted to the stuff, Matty carefully cracked it open. He did not know what he expected, but that first sip of standard cheap beer tasted like…cheap beer. There was nothing remarkable, no mouthwatering trigger that made Matty instantly understand why Dave was so obsessed with the stuff. It was probably not fair that he was having it warm, but Matty-

BOOOOOUUUURRRPP!

Matty clasped a hand over his mouth as quickly as possible, his face flushing scarlet. But before the embarrassment had completely resided, his hand moved down to his stomach. His glistening abdominals were cramping up, tightening in on themselves violently underneath his touch. Through his bare skin, it almost felt to Matty as if they were vibrating.

“Oh god…” Matty groaned. Suddenly, the tightness Matty was feeling was softening. Underneath his finger tips, his stomach began to expand, pushing out a thin layer of fat over his abs. A second coat was applied on top of the first, and then a third onto the second, until eventually the bulge emerged over his waistband. And his tight pecs soon jutted out onto his muscle gut with both fat and muscle, their taut nature now loosened dramatically. Frantically, Matty read over the tagline of the beer, his arms and legs bulking up proportionally with his midsection. “Gridiron Brew is for the ex-jock in you!” 

“Nnnhh…broooo…!” Matty pleaded to the open space, his voice taking on a lower and rougher nature. An aggravating warmth began to swarm his already overheated body, testosterone surging as it caused hair to erupt across Matty’s frame. From his dense pubes sprang forth a current of hair tracing over every available inch of his body. Nothing was spared, and Matty could not decipher through his agony if the masculinity upgrade was something to be reviled or cherished.

Matty prayed for his distress to end, gripping his gut and the beer can as his face rounded out, widening before disappearing underneath a thick beard. Age lines and wrinkles carved onto Matty’s once-clean skin, which was quickly growing a bit leathery as his body rapidly aged. Eventually the pain began to fade, and Matty could do nothing beside inhaling and exhaling slowly. Eventually, he realized he had been subconsciously flexing his pecs.

It was a strange sensation, feeling the slabs of meat bounce up and down, but at the same time it was…calming? Matty could not describe it, having never done it before. But then why did it feel so familiar? Feeling his girth, relishing in his massive size. It had been something he had enjoyed since he had discovered it back in high school, right? But that felt like years ago. Was it years ago? Matt nodded slowly–it must have been. Yeah, back when they played good music like the stuff on his Top Hits of the 90s playlist. 

Matt tossed back another swig of his new favorite brew before starting the car. He continued to relish his past glory days, never to realize that moments before he had been living those cherished days, and that they were not mere memories of decades past.

[user211201]

My favorites stories (of 2024)

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Hi all, another year is almost over.

I wanted to take a moment to revisit some of my new favorites stories posted this year as well as some old-but-gold posts posted over the last couple years!

First, I want to put into spotlight some stories but out by authors that started out this year:

Catch! (βΓΦ) by @johnbrand

The Witch's Transformation part 1 and part 2 by @keozrb

Spare Parts by @yellowjestertfs

Personal Muscle, Uniform Included by @mrrharper

Miserable Nerd by @alphajocklover

Revenge: Jock Bro Style by @czascornertfs

The Jockrooms by @jockbroski34 (technically started in December of 2023, but...)

Some other reasonable mentions from seasoned authors this year would be:

The Silent Sentinel by @axeeglitter

Reversal Agents II: Going Back, the 2024 sequel to The Reversal Agents by @misctf

Immersive Mode™ by @artificial-transmutations

Be Kind Rewind (Fan title) by @salmonskinrolltf

americanalphajockbro.mp3 by @transform4u

3TH93USA by dumb-and-jocked (thank you for all your stories!)

AL:IV Everycop by @occamstfs

Next up are my old-but-gold favorites. Some of these authors have written dozens of stories and it was hard for me to pick just one favorite to recommend, but alas I can't make the post too long!

New Surf Instructor by @amalianetwork

Pledging the Frat by @agmsye

Mermaid Sire by @fafnir19

Construction Crew Recruitment by @bluecollarmcandtf

Well on your way (Fan title) by @bodriversblog

The Long Game by @captainmalewriter

Himbo Haunted House by @cinaedefuri2 (I could not find a mirror, DM me if you need me to send a copy of the story!)

Pills and Cubes by @deviantknight25

Rogue Muscle Drone by @dougtfs

Kristian by @fullfriendnerdpurse

Veni, vidi, vici by @guytransformedforever

Chess Rivals (Fan Title) by @hyphyphurray

Midnight Snack by @inanimatetffantasies

Pool Table by @jakelandry

Sentenced to Grow by @jd07201990

End of Shift by @joshslater (Phenomenal story, cruel and dystopian but super hot)

Making Todd by @joyfullovepirate

Get Digitized by @just-a-jock (Such a cool theme to write about. Would love to see more digitization-related stories!)

Replacing His Shirt by @mrcavanaughtf

Listen Up: Swimmer by newyoutf

The Box by @omnitf (and their many other excellent stories!)

Genieus Barber by @rakurairagnarok (Fellow Dutchie 🇳🇱)

Boxered into a promotion by @rozza22365 (I must admit it was hard to pick a favorite, haha)

Doctor's Orders by @king-craftsman

Magic Hoop by @the-tfstation

Career Day by @thetfchangingroom (One of my all-time favorites)

Oliver, the handyman by @the-volunteer-host

Terminal Boredom by @transformhim

Model Job by @octuscle

I also want to highlight that there are other good sites that also host great stories, here's some I'd recommend:

Thank me later, bro (Fan Title) by @adonker811

My Roommate Gives Me Nicknames by Derek Williams (From the good old NCMC days...)

Brothers in Arms by @idesofrevolution

Fantasy Models by Lusty Stallion

Permanent Vacation by Nameless

Won't let them change me by realhankmccoy

The Pred Policeman by RotherhamMan

Tailgating by TheBurdenBorne (originally posted on DeviantArt)

Swimming Confidence by ZacharyEverlust

If at this point you are still reading this post, thank you. Not too get too sappy but I really wanted to shine on a light on just how many amazing authors there are, some of which even still actively write stories today! Surely, there are some authors I may have forgotten but I think this is a good start!

I also want to quickly say thanks to blogs like @imsrtman, @bratboy197 for liking, reblogging, and archiving posts for everyone to keep reading. In this corner small corner of the internet where stories get taken down, authors move to different platforms, and some disappear into thin air it's nice to know not all stories are lost!

Furthermore, I want to give a special thanks @mrrharper for the good company and his tremendous help with proofreading some of my stories. As well as others in the community I have chatted with or helped archive more old stories!

Lastly, I hope this post motivates you to read and heart some of these great stories or perhaps inspire you to start writing your own!

-user2112001

[occamstfs]

Viral Transformation Writers

Hi all!

Hope you've enjoyed my last few stories! In other news, I'm happy to announce writers who are currently planning to write Viral Transformation stories for my little 2k shindig:

✦ MiscTf

✦ YourNewBody

✦ HairyJockTf

✦ Just-A-Jock

✦ MuscleJedi-Tameem

✦ YellowJesterTfs

✦ CaptainMaleWriter

✦ AlphaJockLover

✦ Sanzaibian

✦ Brains4Brawn

✦ Eilorow

✦ Warping-Realities

In the meantime check them out! They're all such stellar writers and they have quite widely varied styles/TF themes. I’m so excited to see what they all end up penning for my prompt!

Also, although I’m throwing this up now, until the poll is posted on the 29th anyone still interested is free to throw their hat in the ring! If you want to be added to this list just let me know!

Cheers! -Occam

[warping-realities]

Some of the best stories I read (or reread in an attempt to save as many stories as possible) this year, I must have forgotten some but these were definitely the ones that stood out the most.

https://www.tumblr.com/mrrharper/760719766371581952/neighborhood-association

https://www.tumblr.com/artificial-transmutations/755889125138333696/give-in-to-the-midnight-grind

https://www.tumblr.com/johnbrand/759696210870321152/on-my-level

https://www.tumblr.com/octuscle/759592462045134848/teens-work-out-free-all-summer

https://www.tumblr.com/user211201/758430249651486720/roommate-needed-3

https://www.tumblr.com/johnbrand/758275828702429185/little-brother

https://www.tumblr.com/yellowjestertfs/758175458847244288/the-seed-is-strong

https://www.tumblr.com/johnbrand/758075457076936704/screen-froze

https://www.tumblr.com/gkutfdvnn/730978896430989312/it-had-been-quite-the-summer-some-friends-of-mine

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/757846779092992000/musclebeastss-ryan-looked-at-the-clock-829

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/758151653516099584

https://www.tumblr.com/gkutfdvnn/726916128488800256/ugh-for-some-reason-i-had-downloaded-some-dating

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/758095675644870656

https://www.tumblr.com/sjw-publishings/676151483884060672/big-bad-douche

https://www.tumblr.com/sjw-publishings/667844356460380160/howling-fraternity

https://www.tumblr.com/fullfriendnerdpurse/683654658049359872/esteban-and-jules-are-tired-of-relying-to-uber-and

https://www.tumblr.com/dumbmusclehypnojockboy/663010564679892992/jersey-bros-by-writer-ofstuff

https://www.tumblr.com/idesofrevolution/669852264801992705/role-model

https://www.tumblr.com/rozza22365/669029914352254976/broinfection

https://www.tumblr.com/nolecub/685723017550217216/convenience-redux

https://www.tumblr.com/idesofrevolution/715709327254667264/paternal-vetting

https://www.tumblr.com/tf-lover/726970391785013248/commission-undercover-truths

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/756548384539770880

https://www.tumblr.com/misctf/738343411639271424/arent-personal-trainers-supposed-to-be-buff

https://www.tumblr.com/joshslater/743264131379068928/stained

https://www.tumblr.com/sanzaibian/744820935459323904/youre-in-the-waiting-room-of-doctor-davod

https://www.tumblr.com/eilorow/743206735940059136/civic-transform-ball-playing

https://www.tumblr.com/eilorow/743206434159935488/civic-transform-nude-beach

https://www.tumblr.com/mrrharper/746864955063762944/this-is-how-you-sell-gym-memberships

https://www.tumblr.com/jockbroski34/748581979801501696/the-bro-cap

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/749309434607681536/the-valedictorian

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/749513985407270912/arab-uber

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/751242419783319552/how-many-drinks

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/751876469060501504/influencing-goes-both-ways

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/752238892162465792/shaka-screen

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/756546992306520064

https://www.tumblr.com/user211201/753921250799337472/tailgating

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/753779017476374528/no-such-thing-as-a-free-ride

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/756546806189621248

https://www.tumblr.com/johnbrand/753917203927236608/kickin-it-straight

https://www.tumblr.com/tf-lover/713888338404409344/agent-lyons-saga-mission-2-culture-shock

https://www.tumblr.com/tf-lover/750568127980568576/commission-cut-above-the-rest

https://www.tumblr.com/jockbroski34/756188781163446272/alterego

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/746439247184166912/road-raging

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/744058811731640320/legacies-are-supposed-to-change

https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/755040153387581440/new-meaning-to-hazing

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/755107905896906752/4th-of-july-bbq

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/755598582528278528/brotherly-love

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/755329260635455488/convenient-timing

https://www.tumblr.com/hyphyphurray/635696679117553664/the-gardener-cody-was-one-of-the-sweeter-guys

https://www.tumblr.com/salmonskinrolltf/636531221301723136/under-construction

https://www.tumblr.com/mrcavanaughtf/683588450627223552/marvel-caps-portrait

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/758424617215000576/the-life-i-want

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/758424574617600000/makingrealalphas-wilkes-family-house-will-never

https://www.tumblr.com/warping-realities/758424492469092352/business-with-bro

https://www.tumblr.com/maletfsstories/681728865449754624/l-32

https://www.tumblr.com/maletfsstories/669235823226617856/like-us

https://www.tumblr.com/maletfsstories/662239217965006848/just-one

https://www.tumblr.com/chrispyre/642426104198676480/jace-checked-his-watch-as-he-got-in-the-elevator

https://www.tumblr.com/musclelover4826/664314117224611840/chris-was-tired-of-always-hearing-his-parents-tell

https://www.tumblr.com/mrcavanaughtf/146749646589/summer-job

https://www.tumblr.com/musclelover4826/703001295649423360/stoner-step-dad

https://www.tumblr.com/idesofrevolution/684965716914487296/corporate-restructuring

https://www.tumblr.com/idesofrevolution/701833453098893312/purple-haze

https://www.tumblr.com/papermoon357/708891149391314944/james-had-the-apartment-to-himself-he-was

https://www.tumblr.com/the-shiftshop/709970933575729152/tss-shorts-car-freshener

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/753413159519469568/graduation-trip-transformation

model

https://www.tumblr.com/fullfriendnerdpurse/683654658049359872/esteban-and-jules-are-tired-of-relying-to-uber-and

https://www.tumblr.com/rozza22365/669029914352254976/broinfection

https://www.tumblr.com/nolecub/685723017550217216/convenience-redux

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/746252662732931072/jakes-butt-blasts

https://www.tumblr.com/thefunkfactory/746169823368740864/stinkbomb

https://www.tumblr.com/mrrharper/744145692646375424/a-workout-break

[brodygold]

It Makes Sense

Inspired by @misctf and his post "Make It Make Sense". Be sure to check out his work too here!

Brody had just played the game of his life. As the captain and midfielder of the Golden Army, he'd pushed himself to the limit, scoring the winning goal in the last few seconds of the match. Every play, every pass, every movement on the field had just clicked. It wasn’t luck—it was strategy, precision, and heart. As the final whistle blew and his teammates rushed to celebrate, Brody couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Tonight was his night.

The post-match celebrations began quickly, with the team planning their usual victory dinner. This time, it was Brody's turn to pick where they’d eat. He already had his heart set on his favorite fried chicken joint, but first, there was one last hurdle: a quick interview with Channel 3 News.

Channel 3 had been covering the Golden Army since the team’s inception, and Brody had been interviewed by Andrew, their dedicated sports reporter, dozens of times. The two had built a solid rapport over the years, a bond of mutual respect that often made the interviews feel more like casual chats. But as Brody walked toward the camera crew, something felt... off.

Instead of Andrew’s familiar face, a new reporter stood in front of the camera. The man was stiff and uncomfortable, his dark suit and neatly knotted tie completely out of place on the field. His expression screamed disdain, as if he’d rather be anywhere else.

Still, Brody approached with his signature easygoing smile. “Hey there, bro. Where’s Andrew?”

The man turned to him, his face twisting with visible disgust. “Andrew is sick, so I’m covering for him. My name is Zachary. And let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your bro, ‘bro.’”

The contempt in Zachary’s voice was palpable, but before Brody could respond, the cameraman started counting down. Zachary plastered on a fake smile as the broadcast began.

“And we’re back after another thrilling game of soccer, with the Golden Army emerging victorious once again. I’m here with Captain Brody, who scored the winning goal in the final seconds! Good to meet you, Brody.”

“Likewise. Glad to be here,” Brody replied smoothly, despite the lingering tension.

“So, Brody,” Zachary continued, his tone dripping with condescension, “my sources tell me you’re the one who designed the plays that won your team the match. How does a jock like you come up with such clever strategies?”

Brody chuckled, brushing off the thinly veiled insult. “It’s not that hard for me, really. I’ve always been the smart one in the group. Ask the bros—they’ll tell you.”

“A smart jock? Now that’s a good one!” Zachary laughed, his amusement clearly genuine this time.

“Well, it’s true. I’ve got a master’s degree in mathematics and statistics. But, to be honest, I found my true calling here with the Golden Army.”

Zachary’s smile faltered. “That… makes no sense! I only have a bachelor’s degree, and I’m a journalist! You can’t be both smart and a jock! You have to pick one or the other, like I did!”

Brody tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Well, if it means anything, I think you chose correctly, bro. Those arm muscles must have taken a lot of effort!”

Zachary blinked in confusion, but before he could retort, he felt a strange tingling sensation in his arms. His biceps began to twitch and swell, growing larger and more defined. The seams of his tailored jacket strained, and his sleeves rode up, exposing thick, powerful forearms.

“What the—” Zachary stammered, staring at his newly muscular arms in disbelief.

“And those pecs look ripe for bouncing, bro,” Brody added with a grin.

As if on cue, Zachary’s chest began to expand, his shirt straining against his growing pectoral muscles. The buttons popped off one by one, revealing a broad, chiseled chest. His tie slipped to the ground, now utterly unnecessary.

“What… what are you doing to me?” Zachary gasped, his voice wavering between fear and bewilderment.

“Just don’t worry about it, bro,” Brody said soothingly. “In fact, don’t worry about much of anything.”

At those words, something shifted in Zachary’s mind. His thoughts, once sharp and cynical, began to dull and soften. The ever-present buzz of worries and calculations faded into blissful silence. Why stress about things he couldn’t control? Why stress at all? His lips curled into a goofy grin.

“Huhuhu, yeah… guess you’re right,” Zach mumbled, his voice deeper and more relaxed.

Memories of his old life started to slip away. His prestigious journalism career, his wife, his kids—all faded like a distant dream. In their place, new memories formed: the camaraderie of the Golden Army, the joy of training with the bros, and the thrill of victory on the field. The idea of dating a woman seemed absurd now. Why would he ever want that when he had a whole team of hot bros to bond with? He could have them any time he wanted, after all

As the transformation completed, Zach’s outfit shifted. His starched dress shirt shimmered and morphed into a tight, golden soccer jersey with black details, the number 58 emblazoned on the back. His slacks became shiny gold athletic shorts, and his polished shoes turned into gold cleats. He looked every bit the part of a Golden Army player.

“How ya feeling, Zach bro?” Brody asked, his tone playful but laced with authority.

“Never better, Cap! You know I always feel great after a win, bro!” Zach flexed his bulging arms, his grin wide and carefree.

Brody smirked, giving Zach a hearty slap on the back. “Good to hear it, bro. Now let’s go grab some fried chicken. I’ll meet you on the bus.”

As Zach jogged off to join the team, Brody turned to the cameraman, who was still staring in stunned silence.

“Sorry about turning your news anchor, bro,” Brody said with a shrug.

The cameraman hesitated, then grinned. “Eh, it’s fine. He was kind of a jerk anyway.”

“Cool. Any chance I can get a copy of that footage?”

“Sure thing. I’ll have it sent to the stadium.”

“Thanks, bro.”

With that, Brody headed to the team bus, ready to celebrate the win with his bros and a big plate of fried chicken. Some people might have trouble reconciling his brilliance with his jock lifestyle, but he didn’t mind. He was always happy to help them make sense of it all.

[jd07201990]

Wow. This is epic! Seriously, @misctf you did an absolutely stunning job on this!

Selection Day

“Mr. Wagner, this is an impressive application.” The man mused, “Graduated college last year with a 4.0 GPA in biology. I see you completed prep courses to become a physician.”

James Wagner nodded, “That would be ideal.”

His father promised he’d have nothing to worry about on Selection Day, which occurred during the month of one’s 23rd birthday. Judges reviewed your file: extracurriculars, criminal record, education, etc., to determine the perfect career for you- and give you all the tools to succeed.

“I see here your father is Senator Wagner and your mother is Dr. Wagner, both distinguished in their fields. Quite a tough election year though.”

“Dad isn’t too worried though. His campaign manager says he has a plan.” James leaned back in his chair, “Already planning the victory party.”

“You should celebrate too. I think you’ll be perf...” The judge’s phone rang, cutting him off, “Excuse me Mr. Wagner, I have to take this.”

The judge left James to himself. The young man sighed in relief, despite some growing anticipation. When his brother went through the process, they didn’t change too much. They enhanced his attractive features and gave him a greater sense of ambition- all fitting for his career in finance. But he was still his brother. James hoped for something similar. He knew his application would let him select from “tier A models” so he was feeling good. And afterwards, he and his dad would go golfing and get dinner down at the country club to celebrate.

“Mr. Wagner, come with me” The judge said as he returned to the room.

James nodded, “Uh by the way, I was hoping to go with a Tier A physician model...”

“No worries James, just follow me please.”

James followed closely entering a room filled with various pods. A knot formed in his stomach. This is where it would happen. He gulped and watched as the judge walked towards a pod and pressed some buttons. This was it. Calmly, James undid his button shirt, revealing his lean and tanned body. Years of track and caddying on the golf course gave him a nice tan and lean physique. As he finished undressing, his attention shifted to the pod as it whirred to life and opened.

“Here it goes.” He whispered.

The young man stepped into the pod and watched the door shut. A small window allowed him to see the outside world and he nodded at the judge, who frowned in return. And then it started. The mechanical hands that lay dormant suddenly came to life, scanning James’s body.

“Applicant: James Wagner.” A soothing mechanical voice stated, before rattling off demographics that James simply tuned out, “Model: Gym Staff, Front Desk, Tier D.”

“Wait what?” James called out, “Hey! I think somethings wrong.” He tried to convey, “That’s not...”

He barely had a moment to speak as a metallic substance wrapped around his legs. He cried out as it burned his skin. And slowly, his legs began to expand, filling with raw muscle. His slender calves popped with muscle, while his 10.5 inch feet expanded to size 13. He held back tears as his thighs expanded with firm muscle. And then, his lower extremities were freed.

“Holy fuck!” He shouted, as he wriggled his new toes, “Please, I think there’s been some kind of mistake!” The judge wasn’t paying attention anymore, just talking to someone on the phone.

Before he could continue, a saddle emerged from underneath him and wrapped around his ass and cock. A gentle warmth encompassed them, causing James to shudder. But as he focused on the sensation, more of the substance covered his chest and torso. Similar to his legs, he felt an intense warming sensation. And as the warmth intensified, he felt himself growing. He watched as a strong core and bounceable pecs formed from his once lean physique and groaned as his torso stretched, adding height. But it wasn’t just height. He was  becoming wider as his back expanded with muscle. When the mold finally released him, he was left with a physique he could only dream of obtaining naturally. But this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to be a hulking beast of a man.

“You need to...” James started to cough as a green haze entered the pod, “What... fuck... bro please...” He kept coughing, barely noticing his use of the word “bro” and his deepening voice, “Dude, this ain’t cool!”

He watched as his arms were encased. Biceps and triceps exploded from his lean arms, while his forearms grew with muscle. When his arms were released, he could gawk at them in awe.  

“Dude, check it out, my guns are lookin' massive!” James’s eyes widened, “Dude, why do I sound all weird? Not stoked about it, man!” Try as he might, he couldn’t control the new bro lingo that left his mouth.  

And before he could say another word, a mask wrapped around his face and neck. He cried as his face was remodeled. Simultaneously, personal details were added to his physique. Tattoos of some meaning to James were carved into his body. Meanwhile, he was sprayed with a different solution that caused hair to sprout from his abdomen and chest, eventually thickening and forming a dense treasure trail. His arms and legs were not spared, nor were his ass or dick. And with a mechanical screech, the mask finally left his face. His new eyes were dark, topped by thick dark eyebrows. His light brown hair replaced with darker brown. His clean shaven face now adorned with stubble. And his angular face just a bit rounder, with a pair of thick lips. The young man felt his new face and rubbed a hand across his hairy pecs.

“Seriously, dude? No way!” He grumbled, ““Dude, I'm not a bro, change me back, seriously!” James felt tears well up in his eyes. This wasn’t him, he didn’t sound like this. He still had his intelligence, but no one would take him seriously.

But his thoughts were interrupted as the his privates were freed. James’s eyes widened. His dick was never that big, nor did he have foreskin before. He watched in awe as it started expanding and he wrapped his hand around it.

“Whoa, bro, check out the size of that thing!” He started pumping his new cock, “Bro, this is epic! It feels so damn good!” A new mist filled the pod as he continued to jerk off, causing James to scrunch his nose, “Dude, it totally reeks in here, like a locker room or something.” From this point on, that smell would stick to him. He’d always smell like a dirty locker room.

However this did little to deter him as he jerked off. And as he did so, he felt a quick jab in his arm as the contents of a syringe were dumped into him.

“Dude, my head's all fuzzy right now, it's weird.” He moaned as his IQ plummeted and new knowledge filled his brain, “Heh, check this out, dude.” He moaned as he bounced his pecs, “Dude, wait, my brain's acting up. I'm, like, still smart, yeah?” James tried to remember facts that he once memorized but found nothing. His golf skills replaced by workout routines, his adherence to social norms evaporating, and his desire to present himself well replaced with a need to wear tank tops and gym shorts, “Whatever, bro, it doesn't matter. I've got this, and that's what counts.” He winked at his dick and continued to jerk himself off, moving his hand faster and faster, “Fuck yeah, dude!” He moaned as he came, covering himself in cum and falling to the ground. And there he sat, totally spent until the door to the pod opened.

“Hey James,” James looked up and grinned.

"Yo, what's up, campaign manager bro?"

The older man smiled and turned to the judge, “Very good job, James here is perfect. No one will think Selection Day is rigged if even Senator Wagner’s son isn’t safe.”

“Nah, bro, it's Jim, not James.” Jim chuckled, “Like ‘gym’, get it bro?”

“Here Jim, get cleaned up.” The judge said, throwing the man a towel.

After wiping the cum from his hairy abdomen and chest, he got dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. And as he walked through the building, he barely cared at the glances of disgust and the people holding their noses. Nor did he care for the judgmental stares as he scratched his balls and pits, completely oblivious to social norms. When he finally got outside, he smiled when he saw his father’s limo. He quickly walked over and jumped in with a grin.  

“Who are you?” His father asked, scrunching his nose.

Jim grinned and pulled his dad in for a hug, “Yo, dad, it's me, Jim. What's good?"

Several months had passed since then and much changed for Jim. His father quickly disowned him, believing that James hadn’t been honest with the family if this was the outcome of Selection Day. Besides, appealing outcomes was a lengthy process and for Jim’s dad, there could be great political repercussions given his support for the process. So Jim would remain. His life on the golf course and dining in the country club just a memory.

But Jim didn’t mind as he entered his small studio apartment and tossed his gym bag to the ground. He walked over to the dirty mattress in the middle of his room and plopped down, scratching his pits and flipping through his phone.  

“Bro, check it out! Dad crushed the election, fuck yeah!” He cheered with a grin. His grin only widened as he read the text from the cute blond guy from the gym.

Even if he couldn’t celebrate with his family that night, Jim was going to celebrate. And as he texted the guy his address, he could feel the monster in his pants start to grow.

[inanimatetffantasies]

I absolutely love your content but where can find more from other creators?

Some of the best inanimate blogs and blogs that write about inanimate scenarios sometimes or rarely here, or have otherwise posted inanimate tf-adjacent content on tumblr are:

Any inanimate tf blogs that wish to be added, let me know :)

@southern-god1

@bizzhideaway https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

@baranchik3

@imsuitedforyou

@zadenight

@maletfs

Sylen's Mystical Menagerie and Potions emporium

PJ World of Transformation

@transformee

@cooperstfranch

@tfcaptions

@worldofdirtyimagination

@aandf21

https://sxssybaby-writing.tumblr.com/

https://0vorenation0.tumblr.com/

@brandedx2

https://dougtfs.tumblr.com/

@matsmi13

@poprock-the-baker

@tfkinksterz

@tfstation

@davidsp01 https://davidsp01.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate-tf

@transformhim

@scallylad89 https://scallylad89.tumblr.com/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@tight-stories https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/tight-stories

@repurpose-yourself https://repurpose-yourself.tumblr.com/

@dystopia-fantasy

@henrycavbsc

@soul-controller

@cinaedefuri

@thetfchangingroom

@hemsworthfootslave

@submissivegayfrenchboy

@maletfwitch

@darth-sect

@absqrst

@jackbrucetf

@hikaru211

https://www.tumblr.com/gay-slav

@cyberaesthetickpopoaf

@ro-fujin-tf

@gayratguy

@supermenintights

@ivoredthebirthdayboy

@yourdarkstuff

@mrcavanaughtf

@shapedbydesire

@maletfwitch

@artificial-transmutations

@gayvkul99

@leatherpupcolt

@jackbrucetf

@bat-woodfeet-us

@krulersblog

@thetfguy

@tf-man

https://www.tumblr.com/pup-jaxx/tagged/inanimate%20tf

@thetfer

@artificial-transmutations

https://www.tumblr.com/shapedbydesire/tagged/inanimate%20t/

https://www.tumblr.com/ultram0th/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/bigboysfalldeep/tagged/inanimate%20tf

https://www.tumblr.com/wishmaster/tagged/inanimate%20transformation

@king-craftsman

@anon-sect

@anon-sect2

@anon-vester

@thetfspot-inanimate

@inanimate-jock

@tf-center

@hogtfs

@pup-jaxx

@wakeup01

@tf-kinky

@pup-jaxx

@the-shiftshop

@avegaytfenjoyer

@breedertfs

@ragtortf

@mrrharper

@celebtf

@johnsmithforstupidstuff

@hopelessmorph

@petew21-blog

@cletusgold

@brodygold

@axeeglitter

@misctf

@jockedbigbro

@polo-drone-001

@ultram0th

@wakeup01

@swappingbryn

Other external sources I like:

Cockatrices Story Index

The Dirty Spiders’s Stories

AlexDomPup Stories

TFs, and Vore, and Merging! Oh My!

Inanimate Paradise Discord Server

VoreNation Fantasy World Discord Server

Cock Transformation Discord Server

Vore Writers's Gallery Discord Server

Shindan Inanimate Generator (check inanimate tag for other inanimate shindans)

https://unidentified-tf.github.io/TF-Generator/

https://bizzhideaway.home.blog/

https://mrcavanaughstories.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

Gay Spiral Stories

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kanada/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/medkit/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/blueballs/

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/andres820/

https://wesleybracken.com/tag/inanimate/

https://twitter.com/aandf21

https://www.patreon.com/craftsman

https://www.patreon.com/TFStationAICreations

https://www.deviantart.com/search/collections?q=inanimate+tf

https://www.deviantart.com/vorewriter22/gallery/82481900/object-tf

Enolt's TF Creations

https://www.coiledfist.org/gallery/Minijacks-Huge-Adventures

https://www.coiledfist.org/users/rlgguy

https://www.coiledfist.org/users/Spencer

https://twitter.com/search?q=inanimate%20tf&src=typed_query

https://inanimate.miraheze.org/wiki/Main_Page

https://www.reddit.com/r/inanimatetf/

https://www.reddit.com/user/grinningpup/

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Inanimate%20TF

https://collectortfstation.wordpress.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://video.coiledfist.org/video/2528/shrink-into-toy

https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fa3c8f98c11f <candy tf>

Inanimate TF Wiki

https://ethanwhite.indieerotica.com/tag/inanimate-tf/

https://listofdeaths.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Deaths_by_Transformation_into_an_Inanimate_Object

Inanimate TF stories I found:

Being TP

Drew’s sneaker

Fleshlight

Life as a condom

New Alethic socks

One sorry pair of shoes

Trevor's Gear: Pre Game

The new insoles

Transformation Story

Hell Week Day One

Permanent Vacation

Roommate's Property

Special Guests and Axel's Wedding

Fleshlight

Hell Week

Trevor's Game and Tryouts

Sneakerplay

Transformation Story

Tib

The New Insoles

Inanimate TFs where women are the transformer or transformee:

@thea-inanimate

https://www.deviantart.com/ferrocksyll/gallery

http://onceiwasaman.blogspot.com/

https://www.deviantart.com/mcpeacy/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/91bb/gallery/54455007/inanimate-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/ourmonkeymasters/gallery/71192883/inanimate-tf-captions

https://www.deviantart.com/monicawitch/gallery

https://www.deviantart.com/teysa02/favourites/68466978/tf-inanimate

https://tfsrus.wordpress.com/

https://inanimatetf.wordpress.com/galleries-archives/from-the-old-blog/

[occamstfs]

Viral Transformation Stories

POLL HERE !

Here are the pieces written thus far! Terrific stories by equally terrific authors, (Displayed in alphabetical order and to be updated as the other pieces are posted!)

Though every piece is not for every taste; Every one of these stories is an excellent showcase of the talents and tastes of their authors as well as being excellent explorations of my prompt!

HairyJockTf - A Full Dose of Country

All-Star wrestler Cody finds himself enjoying the work of a ranch hand altogether too much after receiving an accidental dose of a bovine vaccine. (Ranchhand TF)

OneLittleSpiral - Attention: Health and Safety Alert

FRT-24 is wreaking havoc across college campuses. It’s an uphill battle against a virus so powerfully persuasive, and it’s beginning to seem like perhaps no one is safe.

YellowJesterTfs - Agents of Change

Whitman stands guard at the entrance to The Oval Office, never could he expect the horror that approaches in the form of a flawless figure. One surrounded by equally perfect men, men who want nothing more than to spread their perfection as far as they can. (Assimilation TF, MG and MC)

Warping-Realities - Beautiful Things

CW: Corruption- Exchange student Alois keeps hearing a regressive vaguely religious pop song. When his friends begin dropping like flies to be fans of Benson Boone it may be only a matter of time before he counts himself among them, moustasche muscles and all. (Corruption, MG CW: Lib to Con Mental Change)

Eilorow - Gym Selfie - Working Together

Livid with his study partner, Jacob waits for any explanation from the man. After receiving a steamy selfie he finds himself rapidly losing interest in their assignment as well (Jockification)

YourNewBody - Hotline For The Recently Infected*

Thank you for calling! Ovid Incorporated is happy to walk you through the changes taking over your body. We hope you are excited and prepared to be the horny priapic brute you are sure to become! (Himbofication)

AlphaJockLover - InstaJock: Going Viral

First person exploration of a man eager to explore the all too alluring world within the InstaJock App. Finally able to poke around himself without succumbing to transformation, he finds a ringleader lurking at the center of all these sinister changes. (Jockification)

MuscleJedi-Tameem - Millbrook University

Doting boyfriends, Jonny and Keegan, prefer to spend their time on pursuits of the mind. After accidentally contaminating themselves they are overcome by new passions and new power. (Himbofication)

MiscTf - Singing a New Tune

Jared is less than pleased about attending the concert of his girlfriend's favorite pop diva. As she gives a performance almost directly to his soul the jock finds more than his music tastes are beginning to change. (Straight to Gay Twink TF)

Sanzaibian - That Day No One Cared

In pursuit of world peace and human perfection an artificial intelligence finds the quickest route is one of hedonism. Here are two case studies on a man who learned to follow his repressed lusts and one who over comes his bigotries in pursuit of physical improvement. (Corruption/Mental Change)

CaptainMaleWriter - XY

In the small town of [redacted] there's a viral outbreak causing dormant genes and repressed urges to force their way to the forefront. Gym goers find themselves as people anew as their changes begin and the need to spread their condition stirs. (Various, TFs incl. RC and MG)

OccamsTfs - Start-Up

(Non-competing) Gabriel hates the start-up he works for. Though this morning it seems there are more immediate things he should be concerned with as men something strange begins to change men around the world.

Other authors:

Unfortunately these authors didn't have time to finish up their surely stellar stories but check out the other stuff on their blogs!

Just-A-Jock - Brains4Brawn

Link to my usual Masterpost !

[warping-realities]

Hey, everyone! I finally wrapped up my exams, and they totally wore me out. I’m beat, but I’m still writing. I wanna drop the last two parts of 'All For The Family' and a collab with a great author sometime this month. Not sure if I can pull it off to soon, though, 'cause I’m getting my copy of 'Wind and Truth' in a few days, and Brandon Sanderson kinda runs my life when a new book drops. But still, I promise I’ll carve out some time to write. I’ve got a few requests I already promised, and they’re on my to-do list. In the meantime, since it’s the end of the year and all, I’m gonna post my TOP reads for 2024. For a lot of folks who follow me, it might be a bit redundant since the community’s pretty small and everyone knows each other. Still, I think it’s super important to give a shoutout to the talented work of our peers.

There are plenty of other authors who could be on this list, but the reason I picked these isn’t really about technical quality (even though all the stories here have that) or character development or anything like that. I chose the ones I kept coming back to for a good jerk off time, and I think that’s the best compliment I could’ve made.

https://www.tumblr.com/misctf/761180964545282048/welcome-to-the-crew

2. https://www.tumblr.com/johnbrand/759696210870321152/on-my-level?source=share

3. https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/753779017476374528/no-such-thing-as-a-free-ride

4. https://www.tumblr.com/artificial-transmutations/755889125138333696/give-in-to-the-midnight-grind?source=share

5. https://www.tumblr.com/octuscle/762410259709100032/gringo-life?source=share

6. https://www.tumblr.com/misctf/762360921396035584/make-it-make-sense

7. https://www.tumblr.com/persuasivetfs/761223291721678848/our-lady-of-sacred-contentment?source=share

8. https://www.tumblr.com/mrrharper/760719766371581952/neighborhood-association?source=share

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13. https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/752238892162465792/shaka-screen

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15. https://www.tumblr.com/persuasivetfs/763085618193547264/our-lady-of-blessed-contentment-part-3?source=share

16. https://www.tumblr.com/johnbrand/763806000845324288/onlyfags?source=share

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18. https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/751876469060501504/influencing-goes-both-ways

19. https://www.tumblr.com/occamstfs/762023318718169088/man-of-your-dreams?source=share

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22. https://misctf.tumblr.com/post/768507472040394752/welcome-to-the-crew-home-for-the-holidays

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Occam’s 2k Celebration poll

And here we are- Thank you to all participants, got some truly masterful stories here! I’m quite pleased that so many authors that I personally enjoy brought their all to this little challenge!

Here’s a link to the master post of all the stories, do check them out before voting! (Presented in a randomized order!)

Again all stellar stories but there can only be one winner ;) Poll lasts a week so feel free to take your time but clock’s ticking !