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hotmentransformed · 6 days ago

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Discarded Gym Clothes

Jared slumped on the cold bench in the locker room, staring despondently at the floor. It was his fourth time here, and he still felt so out of place. He was comfortable with the cardio machines, but the weightlifting area? That was an entirely different world—a world of animalistic grunting, clanging metal, and guys twice his size throwing weights around like toys. He had hovered near them earlier, feeling like an intruder in a foreign land, before retreating to the safety of the locker room. He desperately wanted to be like them but had no idea where to even start.

As he sat there, stewing in his frustrations, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention: a dirty black tank top lay crumpled on the bench across from him, stained with sweat and reeking of body odor. Next to it was a damp, oversized pair of gray sweatpants that similarly reeked. They looked as though they had been left behind by one of those jacked gym regulars that he was too intimidated to approach.

He reached out hesitantly, hoping to bring them to the lost and found. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric. “Gross,” he muttered, wrinkling his nose at the sensation. Yet, despite the dampness and rankness of the clothes, he couldn’t bring himself to leave them for someone else to deal with. His gaze lingered on the worn material, imagining the kind of person who had worn it: strong, confident, sexy. Everything he wasn’t.

Maybe the person was coming back? After all, there are showers in the locker room, perhaps they had simply forgotten to put their dirty gym clothes in their locker. But his body refused to listen to his brain. His arms began moving with a mind of their own. Before he could realize what he was doing and second-guess himself, he had stripped off his shorts, picked up the sweatpants, and slid them over his slim legs. The pair was still warm from the person's previous workout, and the front crotch area felt... crusty..? Jared was bewildered by the betrayal of his body. He hadn't meant to do any of this... why did he put on these gross sweatpants? In response, his arms ripped off his shirt and brought the filthy tank top over his torso, seemingly without him even intending to do so. The tank top was loose, hanging awkwardly off his skinny frame. It was almost disturbingly damp, as though the person who had worn it before him had taken a shower with it... and had never worn deodorant before. Before he had a chance to question what had happened, the tank top settled over his shoulders, and a strange, euphoric warmth spread through him, clouding his mind and releasing his inhibitions. He felt... different.

His eyes flicked over to the mirror on the wall. The clothes still looked oversized, but they didn’t seem ridiculous anymore. They looked... right. He looked at the door leading back to the gym floor, and for the first time, he felt the urge to head to the weight rack.

Walking through the gym floor, his eyes looked past the judgemental stares in his direction for wearing the oversized set of clothes. He didn't notice people fixate on the stains on the crotch or the fact that the tank top was still dripping with sweat. His ears tuned out the gags at the stench they exuded. Jared simply made a beeline for the squat rack. Using his minimal knowledge from observing the gymbros, Jared loaded the barbell with weights and placed himself underneath the barbell, the modest weight balanced awkwardly on his shoulders. He’d never been here before—mentally or physically. This was uncharted territory, but somehow it felt like he knew what he was doing and always had. As he squatted down and pushed back up, he felt a flicker of something he hadn’t felt before.

He racked the bar, stepped back, and froze. A faint tingling sensation rippled across his chest and shoulders. It started subtly—like an itch, he couldn’t quite place—but soon intensified into a deep, pulsing, orgasmic warmth. Jared glanced at the mirror and his jaw dropped.

The first change he noticed was his hair. It puffed slightly, the dark brown lightening ever so slightly slightly. Strands began to coil and curl, framing his face as if they were growing right before his eyes. The curls bounced slightly with every breath, thick and untamed as if he’d spent years cultivating the perfect gym-bro mane.

Then he felt his chest suddenly tighten. Jared gasped, grabbing at his pecs instinctively. They felt heavier, denser—like a pump from a workout that wouldn’t fade. His fingers sank into firm muscle, his once-flat chest expanding outward into two solid slabs. He rubbed his chest, in awe of just how much there was to grab. The damp fabric of the tank top, which had hung limply before, now clung to his pecs. His firm nipples were visible through the tank top, which was now skin-tight. The weight of his chest pulled his shoulders back, giving him an imposing, confident posture.

The heat spread to his arms. Jared watched, transfixed, as his biceps began to swell. They grew rounder, and thicker, the veins snaking across them like rivers on a map. His forearms followed suit, the muscles twisting and bulging with newfound definition. His hands, once narrow and delicate, grew rough and calloused, his fingers thicker and more powerful. When he curled his fingers into a fist, it felt like he could crush steel.

Next came his shoulders and back. His shoulders rounded out like firm cannonballs, broadening his frame and making the tank top look as though it was going to burst from his frame. His traps rose like mountains on either side of his neck, which thickened and became more pronounced. Turning to the side, Jared caught a glimpse of his back in the mirror—it was wide, a tapestry of ridges and grooves that looked like they’d been carved by years of hard work.

The sensation moved down to his core. His stomach tightened and hardened, his abs popping into view one by one. A deep V-shaped groove appeared, leading down from his chiseled obliques to his hips. He ran a hand over his stomach, marveling at how solid it felt, the faint sheen of sweat highlighting every ridge.

Then his legs began to change. Jared stumbled, grabbing the squat rack for balance as his thighs expanded, the muscles growing so fast they pushed against the fabric of the once-too-large sweatpants. His quads and calves flared out with each stumble for balance, now thick and powerful, while his ass ballooned to gargantuan proportions, tightening his sweatpants even further and taking up valuable space for his swelling cock, which grew longer and thicker. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could stifle it as his now massive cock began to leak.

Through his orgasmic bliss while leaning against the squat rack, caught a glimpse of his reflection. His face had changed, too—his jawline was sharper, his cheekbones more pronounced. His once-boyish features now carried a rugged, masculine edge. His neck was thick and corded with muscle, tying the whole look together.

He couldn't take it anymore. He let out an animalistic grunt–just like the men who weightlift in the gym always do–as he cummed intensely into his too-tight sweatpants. His vision blurred with the orgasmic pleasure induced by his sudden shift in physique. Drool escaped from his lips as he was consumed by the unadulterated euphoria he now felt. Finally, with one last buck of his wide, muscular hips, he finished, and he began to try and compose himself.

He breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling with power. The tank top clung to his body now, soaked with sweat and reeking of effort. His scent filled the air—raw, earthy, and undeniably potent. Jared would have been embarrassed by it before, but now it felt like part of who he was.

He reached up to adjust the tank top, marveling at how his fingers grazed against the boulder-like mounds of his pecs. Turning back to the squat rack, he loaded more plates onto the bar. This time, when he lifted it, it felt like nothing.

Jared racked the barbell with a satisfying clang, stepping back to catch his breath. The weight he’d just squatted was something he wouldn’t have dared to attempt in his wildest dreams. Now, it felt like he could’ve added double the plates. His chest heaved as he inhaled deeply, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and cum.

He turned toward the mirror again, marveling at the sheer size of his new physique. Every inch of him seemed sculpted as if chiseled from stone. His tank top clung to his massive chest, the sweat-soaked fabric outlining every groove of his pecs and abs. His biceps bulged with each subtle movement, and his shoulders looked broad enough to fill the entire mirror.

“Damn…” Jared muttered, his voice low and resonant now. He grinned, unable to resist flexing his arms for the mirror. The peak of his bicep rose like a mountain, veins snaking across the surface. He turned slightly, watching how his back flared out like wings, tapering down to his impossibly tight waist.

Jared glanced around, then pulled his phone out from his gym bag. This body wasn’t something he could keep to himself. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his stance, planting his legs wide to show off his tree-trunk legs. He flexed his arms again. The lighting in the gym was perfect. He snapped a photo, making sure to catch the curve of his biceps, the sharp cut of his jawline, and the unapologetic confidence in his smirk.

Satisfied, he tossed his phone back into his bag, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. For the first time in his life, Jared felt not just strong—but unstoppable.

Jared slung his gym bag over his shoulder, his massive arm flexing with the motion. The straps dug slightly into his broad, muscular shoulders, but he barely noticed. His chest still glistened with sweat, the tank top clinging to him like a second skin. Each step he took toward the exit felt heavy with purpose, his powerful thighs threatening to burst from his sweatpants and his calves popping with every stride.

As he pushed open the gym doors, the cool air hit his sweat-drenched skin, refreshing and invigorating. Jared took a moment to breathe deeply, his massive chest rising and falling. He grinned to himself as he strode across the parking lot

His car was, dwarfed by his hulking presence. Jared swaggered toward it, moving with an effortless macho bravado. His biceps brushed against his sides as he walked, forcing his arms to swing slightly outward. The scent of his workout still hung around him—sweaty, musky, and undeniably masculine.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he felt the car groan slightly under his new weight. The steering wheel felt smaller in his powerful hands, and the seatbelt stretched tight across his chest, barely able to contain the bulk of his pecs. He caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror and smirked. The jacked, curly-haired bodybuilder staring back at him was a far cry from the skinny kid who had driven here earlier.

He adjusted the mirror to take in more of his reflection. His jawline looked razor-sharp, his hair wild and tousled from the workout, and his shoulders seemed to crowd the frame. Jared couldn’t help but flex a little as he reached for the ignition, veins popping along his forearm.

The car roared to life, and Jared revved the engine, enjoying the vibrations running through his chest. He shifted into gear, peeling out of the parking lot. His smirk widened as he turned onto the main road, his car rumbling like a predator on the prowl.

Jared didn’t know exactly where he was going, but it didn’t matter one bit. His new life wasn’t about the destination—it was about the ride. And, man was he ready to take his body for one hell of a ride.

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immortalmrwavell · 3 months ago

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Getting The Job

(Original story posted November 7th 2021. Original story title “Better Life, Cop Life”) This story has been mildly Updated!

Recently Eric’s life had been going down the drain. First he split up with his boyfriend Jake after discovering he was cheating. Then he lost his job due to staff cuts. And to top it off he then lost his old apartment since it was all in Jake’s name. Now his ex was living in their old place with the guy he cheated with while Eric was struggling to find a new job while living in the cheapest apartment he could find. As he applied for shitty job after job he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve all this? Was it all some kind of cruel universal joke?

As he was job hunting, one of the positions that popped up was a job at a small clothing shop called “Threads for Life”. The description of the job itself was extremely vague but he assumed it would just be retail. Working a till and serving customers etc. So he applied.

Surprisingly they were the first to get back to him about his application and in such a short time frame as well. They emailed asking for him to come in for an interview. Of course Eric accepted. Why wouldn’t he? The only weird thing was how close this shop seemed to be. It was just down the road from his old apartment and still rather close to his current one but he could swear he’d never seen or heard of the shop before. He just chalked it up to him being unobservant and forgetful.

On the day of the interview Eric found the shop just where it was said to be. Even after seeing it though, nothing clicked. He could’ve sworn it wasn’t here before. He shook the odd feeling off however as he stepped up to the front door perfectly on time and looking his best.

Upon entering he was greeted by a middle aged man who introduced himself as the owner of the establishment, Tony. The two exchange greetings before Tony ushered Eric to follow him. Eric expected to be taken immediately to an office but instead Tony simply walked through the many isles of clothing with him while chatting casually about the shop and its history.

Before Eric had assumed this to be a simple clothes shop. One that sold shirts, pants and all the rest like most other shops. And it did. But something Eric was quick to notice was how most of the clothes seemed to be matched together in outfits. Rather than being separated into different sections, almost all the clothes in the shop had already been prematched. There were plenty of casual combos like t-shirts and jeans or shorts and tank tops however as they moved from aisle to aisle there were a very noticeable amount of clothes that seemed more like costumes.

Some were more understandable like suits. But a lot of the others?… Eric took note of medical scrubs, fireman uniforms, motorcycle gear, handyman clothes, police uniforms, cowboy costumes, construction clothes and so much more. Eric also couldn’t help noting that none of the clothes seemed to be marketed towards women. He supposed the shop specialised in men’s attire specifically. Still he couldn’t help but find the layout of the store to be… strange.

“Soooo… Eric was it? Before I can give you a job. I want to ask you a couple questions.” The owner said as he sat down on a cushioned stool near the back of the shop, prompting Eric to do the same.

Eric of course agreed to this as questions were standard procedure for almost any interview so he was ready for it..

“Okay first question then. Growing up, did you ever have any dreams of who you’d eventually become? What job you’d want to strive for? What kind of man you’d want to become?” Tony asked.

It was a strange question for sure but Eric still pondered it for a moment before answering. “Well I don’t think I was ever dead set on anything but I remember wanting to be something along the lines of a fireman… or a police officer maybe?”

Tony nodded, seeming pleased with that answer. “Okay then second question. Are you content with the current direction your life has taken or would you still like to fulfill that childhood dream if you could?”

Eric chuckled at the bizarre question. “Well… my life hasn’t exactly been going in a good direction recently. If I could change some things I would. But if you’re asking me whether I’d wanna become a cop then… I just don’t think I have what it takes.” He gestured down at his body. “I’m thin and lanky. Don’t really go to the gym that much and I’m not all that good with confrontation. To be honest I just don’t think I have the right mindset to be a cop you know?” Eric huffed before looking back up at the owner. “And no offense but what does that have to do with me working here?”

Tony didn’t answer at first. He just smiled before standing back up again. The owners eyes glanced around the store, mainly at all the costumes and then turned back to Eric.

“Alright. I think I can give you a job.”

Eric was surprised when he heard that. All he’d done was answer two silly questions. He tried to query as to how those questions even mattered but Tony simply asked Eric to follow him. Confused as ever, Eric did just that.

The pair made their way back down the isles of outfits. They passed by the suits, doctors scrubs and all the other costumes yet again. Only the weird thing was now that Eric was getting a closer look at them, he started to notice how real the costumes looked. They weren’t just silly fake costumes you’d wear to a party. They were the real deal! Actually looking as though they belonged to real firemen and real doctors. Even the tradie outfits looked dirty as if they’d been used for actual tradie work.

Tony stopped in front of the police uniforms. Eric was quick to notice just how real those looked as well. Not just uniform but genuine looking police badges as well. Not to mention the radio, utility belt and even a body cam that all looked completely real. As if they’d been taken directly from actual cops and put on display.

“Pick one.” Was all Tony said.

“What? Seriously?” Eric was baffled. This had to be some kind of joke right?

“Oh come on. Humour me a little. Pick one out.” Tony urged, patting Eric on the back. “Though if I were you I’d certainly pick that one.” The shop owner pointed out a specific uniform amongst the selection. Eric didn’t really see why it’d matter which one he chose as they mostly looked the same anyway.

Eric sighed. “Fine, I’ll pick that one then. Now what? Want me to go try it on.” He joked only to be met by an affirming nod from Tony.

“Changing rooms are just over there.”

Eric raised an eyebrow at the man but decided what the hell. He took the uniform off the rack along with the equipment. Tony then picked up the large black boots and placed them on top of the uniform in Eric’s hands. Eric shook his head as he turned and walked off towards the changing rooms.

He shut the blue curtain behind as he stepped into one of the stalls. It was a fair bit bigger than he’d expected it to be. Eric sat the uniform down on the bench before striping himself down to his boxer briefs. After setting his own clothes to one side, he began to get dressed in the police uniform.

First thing he did was pull on the pants which he found to be rather baggy. He sat down to prevent them from falling as he grabbed the shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He made sure to tuck it into his pants before grabbing the utility belt and strapping firmly around his waist. He still couldn’t believe it had a real taser attached to it and everything. Lastly Eric slid his feet into the heavy black boots which were clearly a couple sizes too large.

With that Eric stood up to take a look in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. The uniform was far too big and baggy on him. He looked like he was playing dress up more than anything. He slid his hands into his pockets as looked at himself a little more, amused by the uniform. Though as his hands dug around in the pockets, he realised something was in one of them. It was small and metallic. Eric pulled it out to reveal a name tag with “J. Desmond” engraved on it. Jokingly Eric decided to pin it to his shirt for a laugh.

Eric shook his head again at how silly this all was. Why had Tony made him put this one anyway? With a shrug he was just about to start taking the uniform off, not wanting to look stupid when he stepped out of the changing room. But before he could even start unbuttoning the shirt, he began to feel…weird. Like a warm wave of pure pleasure began flowing over him. A wave so incredible that he almost didn’t notice his body starting to change.

His upper body was first to see a transformation. His back widening significantly as his flat chest began to bubble and swell into two thick hefty pecs. Pecs that grew larger until they started to strain his shirt slightly. The same shirt that’d been hanging loosely off his frame moments ago now starting to fill out at an alarming rate. Especially as his shoulders bulged to the size of cannon balls while his traps grew to match. His waist grew larger but tighter at the same time as fat melted away in place of pure raw muscle. Showing itself even more so in the form of abs. They weren’t chiseled washboard abs, they were thicker and softer than that but still impressive all the same.

But his arms. They were what really caught Eric’s attention. Partly thanks to the cop shirt he was wearing being a short sleeve which gave him a full view of their transformation. He got to watch as veins pulsed across his skinny twig-like arms as though they were being pumped full of unseen energy. And then with pain or warning they started to swell. His previously non existent biceps began hulking into reality as the muscle beneath his skin inflated. It should’ve been impossible. Seemingly gaining mass from nothing. But his eyes witnessed it all. His forearms expanded rapidly while his hands cracked and thickened. His biceps continued to balloon with power and size until they stretched his sleeves. Only then did they finally stop. His veins subsided as his arms reached their new colossal size.

His upper body might’ve been massive now but his lower body was getting ready to catch up. Eric’s waist and hips had already widened enough for the waist of the cop pants to fit securely. Now it was his legs turn to catch up.

In seconds they put on an unbelievable amount of sheer muscle mass. It was as though someone had plugged an air pump into his legs and started filling them up. But it wasn’t air. It was pure real muscle. Eric couldn’t help but groan a little as his pants began to feel tighter. He leaned against the wall of the cubicle for support as his thighs and calves continued to bloat thicker and more powerful by the second. The once baggy cop pants now fit him like a glove. But it wasn’t just his legs. His backside started to swell as well. His once average butt growing into a juicy muscular bubble ass that strained against the back of his pants perfectly. Not to mention his feet cracking and lengthening similar to hands. Growing multiple sizes until they fit perfectly inside the black cop boots he had on.

When the next change kicked in, Eric’s eyes widened as one of his hands instinctively flew towards his crotch. Grabbing his bulge tightly as even that began to swell and grow. His eyes began to roll back as his cock snaked down one his legs, growing girthier in the process. Meanwhile his balls followed suit as they bloated into fat heavy nuts full to the brim with cum.

His body was complete but his head still had to change. A stinging sensation came over his face as it started to morph. The shape of his head and all of his features altering dramatically until he was unrecognisable from the man he once was. His new look being much sharper and masculine in a way that would’ve screamed high school jock had he been a little younger. All the while the light stubble he’d always carried grew into more of a short well kept beard while the messy mid length hair he adorned shortened into faded crew cut.

“Fuuuuuck…” Eric groaned as the transformation subsided at last. There was a clear difference in his voice. It must’ve been altered with the rest of his body. He found himself looking back into the mirror with amazement. No longer was he that scrawny pale figure of a man he’d seen reflected all his life. Now he was… buff. Really buff! And hot as fuck!. It was unreal. The uniform that was more or less falling off him moments ago now clung to him as though he were made for it. He couldn’t stop himself from running his hands up and down his torso, feeling a set of strong abs hiding under his shirt before drifting back up to squeeze his power new pecs through the fabric. He never thought he’d actually have fucking pecs but here he was now! Groping and kneading them.

In all the excitement his cock began to firm up. Eric could feel the blood rushing to his crotch as his growing erection created a clear outline in his pants. He smirked as he brought both hands down towards his crotch. Gently he rubbed his hands across the length of his dick through his pants.

Eric looked back into the mirror before bringing both arms up into flex. His already hard cock twitched at the sight of his biceps bulging, threatening to rip his sleeves in the process. The strength he felt flowing through his arms… No, his whole body was intoxicating! With his left hand Eric proceeded to grasp and squeeze his right bicep. It seemed impossible, like he was living in a lucid dream!

Just then Eric thought of something he’d always wished he could do. He’d never been buff enough to do it before. But now? He lowered his arms to his sides, stood up straight before flexing his chest. His pecs bounced. Eric’s eyes widened in amazement at the sight of his new muscle tits jumping underneath the shirt. He bounced them a few more times before cupping them again with a sense of pure wonder flowing through him. “These feel fucking amazing…”

Once he’d finished admiring his pecs, Eric remembered something else that’d grown. He turned his back to the mirror and looked behind. His cock twitched extra hard this time as he caught sight of his muscular new cop butt straining against his uniform pants. He couldn’t help himself. Before long his greedy hands were reaching back and grasping at his thick bubbly ass. “Oooohh fuuck.” He growled, feeling just how hefty they were. “My ass is fucking huge!…” Eric murmured aloud, lost in the pleasure. So lost in fact that he didn’t even notice Tony peering through the curtains. Watching with a horny gaze as Eric squeezed and groped his fat new ass. Even watching as Eric went as far as to place his hands just under his ass cheeks and start jiggling them, dumbly laughing as he did.

Eric felt his cock pulsing and bucking uncontrollably as he played with his cop butt. So much so that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Soon enough he spun back around to face the mirror again before unzipping his pants. Tony continued to creep in on the show while Eric shoved a hand into his underwear, struggling to free his erection. With a little effort however Eric was able to let out a satisfied sigh as his girthy python sprung free. The thing must’ve been around 9 inches long and insanely thick. It was every man’s dream cock.

A slapping noise could be heard from the changing rooms as Eric began smacking his cock against his hand while he admired it. Every smack sent a pleasurable shiver through his body. He had to stroke it. He was just able to wrap his hand around its full girth before he started to pump. It had to have been at least three times more sensitive than his old cock as Eric couldn’t stop cursing while he pumped it.

He began to jerk faster as he looked over his new body in the mirror again. His handsome bearded face and buff body. How thick his legs were. How buff his arms had become. How massive his chest had grown. Just looking at it all reflected back at him allowed him to jerk off furiously. He then looked down at his cock. He loved seeing it. Soooo thick and excited as some precum started to drip from the tip. With how sensitive it was and intensely he was pumping it, Eric could tell he was gonna to blow any moment.

He turned to his left, getting a perfect side view of his body. He couldn’t help but fixate on how much his ass stood out. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching his free hand back towards it again. Before long he was groping his ass and jerking his cock all at the same time. The new cop was having the time of his goddamn life!

“Fuuuuuuuccck!” That was enough to send him over the edge. Tony, who was still watching, saw Eric's ass clench and his cock erupt with an enormous load. One so big that it shit cum all over the benches adjacent to the new cop as well as his old and now ill fitting clothes. His cock continued to buck and twitch for a good few moments afterwards. Shooting a few more times as it covered the floor in front of him with cum.

“See. I knew you’d like that one.” Tony finally made himself known as he pulled back the curtain.

Eric whipped around, still panting a little. “Fuck I… my deepest apologies sir… I couldn’t stop myself.” He tried to reason.

“No need to apologise Officer.” Tony smirked as he glanced down at Eric’ softening cock, still dripping cum. “Most find it hard to contain themselves after what you just went through. So no need to worry. I’ll even get it cleaned up for ya.” The store manager smiled innocently.

“Officer?…” Eric repeated what the other man had said to him as though it weren’t the truth. It sounded weird and off putting to hear someone call him that. So why did it sound so right at the same time?

“Well you are a Cop now. Officer James Desmond to be precise, so you better get used to hearing it.” Tony nodded towards the name tag that was pinned to Eric’s shirt.

Hearing that name triggered something inside Eric. Memories of being Cop flooded his mind along with a bunch of other unfamiliar memories. He still remembered who he used to be but now he had a whole new life filling his head that made his old one feel like a fleeting dream. A new life as Officer James Desmond.

“Thank you sir. You have no idea how grateful I am for all this…” James stated, his new manners kicking in right away. Immediately after he tucked his fat new cock back into his pants before pulling up the zip. “But I’ve got to be back at the station in half an hour.”

“No worries Officer! I completely understand. You head off and I’ll be sure to get all your ball batter cleaned. Might take me a while though.” Tony joked, earning a chuckle from James.

“Heh sorry sir. Got myself a pair of bull balls down here.” James gave his crotch a quick squeeze. “Well I’m off. If you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask for me down at the staton.” He said, passing by Tony as he exited the changing cubicle.

“Oh don’t worry I will.” Tony replied, giving James’ ass a smack as he passed. He continued to watch James’ ass shake as he sauntered away up until the sexy new cop reached the front door.

James hopped into his car, not even noticing it’d been morphed into a cop car, before starting up the engine. As he drove towards the station he couldn’t help but daydream about plunging his cock into some other hot cop’s ass or having another cop fuck his new bubble butt. Surely some of his buddies down at the station would be down for some fun. According to his memories he seemed to recall catching his own partner checking out his ass a couple times…

Back at the shop. “Another life bettered and another hot stud on the streets. A pretty good day I’d say” Tony sighed to himself with a smile before turning back towards the changing room. Looking over at the huge mess of Cop nut he now had to clean. “Well… best get to work.”

#male tf #male transformation #male muscle growth #hunk tf #cop tf #tf by clothing #mental change #reality shifting #magic #cop transformation

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hmcb96 · 10 months ago

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Pixelette Molly Outfit - TF Conversion

Part 1 of 2 of a request from anon.

Pixelette's Molly Outfit, converted 4t2 for AF by platinumaspiration. Now for TF by me!

Categorized as Everyday + Athletic For Teen Females Fat morph included! 11 colours Polycount: 3246 Files are compressorized

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You have two download options: Repositoried: the teen files are ‘linked’ to the adult files by @platinumaspiration, which makes them a teeny tiny filesize for your downloads folder, but means the adult files are required for the colours to show up.

Standalone: they work as is in your downloads folder, but you miss out on the teeny tiny filesize.

Standalone: [DOWNLOAD]

Repositoried: [DOWNLOAD]

Get the adult files HERE.

#sims 2 #ts2 #ts2cc #sims 2 custom content #sims 2 clothes #sims 2 download #tf clothes #teen clothes #tf athletic #teen conversion

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sims2casfindsbyck · 5 months ago

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3t2 Glamorous Evening Gown from Roaring Heights (requested by @alexbgd)

Just look at this lovely dress! And it makes a nice wedding dress as well, and I always need more of them! It’s for teens to elders, they have appropriate morphs and come with 4 light colors. But here’s the PSD for recolorists. Shoes by Sentate. And as always, you can choose if you want the other ages slaved to the adult version or not. Oh, and it’s a bit wonky-tonky around the feet, I tried to tweak the bone assignments, I just couldn’t fix it beyond a point :/ I hope you like it anyways :)

Download 3t2 Glamorous Evening Gown Slaved - Alternate

Download 3t2 Glamorous Evening Gown Standalone - Alternate

#af clothes #tf clothes #ef clothes

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andrevasims · 2 months ago

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Sims 2 University wallpapers

#those beta unused hairs/clothing #I really like the TF 'NYC2' converted outfit as pants only #there's another pic of a female drummer with those pants in a different color #ts2 #sims2 #sims 2 #the sims 2 #sims render

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bigboysfalldeep · 11 days ago

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the joggers

Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommates—polite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didn’t mind; he preferred his solitude.

But today, he found himself restless.

Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

As he passed Daniel’s room, something caught his eye.

Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.

Those joggers.

He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommate’s athletic build—broad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Daniel’s physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.

Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.

Jonathan hesitated.

His logical side told him to move along—this was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Daniel’s room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.

No harm in just looking, he thought.

But the temptation didn’t stop there.

Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldn’t be back for a while—he’d said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasn’t as though Daniel would know.

He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldn’t resist.

The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.

They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.

Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Daniel’s closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.

Why does this feel so…right?

The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadn’t felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.

Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.

Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.

His breath hitched.

What is this feeling?

The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasn’t just the joggers anymore—it was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.

Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldn’t quite explain.

He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.

“This… feels so good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers weren’t just clothing—they were something else entirely. They made him feel… alive.

His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.

Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.

When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.

Jonathan’s head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.

He didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Feels good, huh?”

The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathan’s mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Jonathan’s breath hitched.

Daniel’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

“It’s those pants, isn’t it?” he said, voice low and smooth.

“They feel amazing, don’t they?”

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.

Daniel’s smirk widened. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen you watching me—those looks you give me when you think I don’t notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my body…”

He took another step closer. “Craving to touch me. To make me yours. Isn’t that right?”

Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

“It’s cute, really,” Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathan’s waist. His hands slid over Jonathan’s chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.

“Oh, you poor thing…” Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathan’s ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathan’s body. “Your mind is so weak and feeble, isn’t it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.”

Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Daniel’s shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.

“That’s adorable, y’know?” Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathan’s neck. “Especially when it’s so easy for me to… have certain effects on you, let’s say.”

Jonathan’s hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Daniel’s hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.

“Just focus,” Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. “Focus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.”

Jonathan’s mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Daniel’s hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.

“It’s okay to let go,” Daniel whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesn’t it feel so much better when you stop thinking?”

Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Daniel’s touch and words.

Daniel’s voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.

“I can feel you leaking, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.

“That’s okay. Let it all out.”

Jonathan’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Daniel’s intoxicating words.

“Into the joggers,” Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. “I always do that too.”

Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.

“And with every drop,” Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathan’s ear, “let all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cock”

Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t resist—Daniel’s words were all he could hear, all he could feel.

“Every drop, every thought… gone,” Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. “That’s it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And then…”

Jonathan’s body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.

“When you finally release,” Daniel said, his voice low and certain, “you’ll be mine.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.

Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Daniel’s strong arms.

“There you go,” Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.

Jonathan’s head fell against Daniel’s shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Daniel’s hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.

“That’s right, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. “You’re mine now.”

Jonathan’s gaze met Daniel’s, and he saw something in his eyes—a mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.

Daniel’s fingers brushed over Jonathan’s cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. “You’ve given yourself to me,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “Completely.”

Jonathan couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Daniel’s embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.

Daniel’s hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathan’s chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.

Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Daniel’s touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.

Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. “That’s it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.”

Daniel’s hands rested firmly on Jonathan’s waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathan’s shoulders.

“You’ll keep those joggers on today,” Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathan’s dazed mind like a gentle tide. “Let’s see just how far you’re willing to fall.”

Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

“I… I…” he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“No need to speak,” Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. “Just listen. Just feel.”

Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.

Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathan’s shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.

“Good,” Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. “Now, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.”

Jonathan’s breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Daniel’s steady, commanding presence.

Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathan’s ear. “You’ll wear them all day,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. “Feel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Daniel’s words washing over him. He didn’t protest, didn’t even think to.

“You’re already mine,” Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathan’s chest. “But by the end of today, you won’t even remember what it felt like to be anything else.”

Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.

Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathan’s spine.

“You’re such a good boy,” Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathan’s face. His thumb brushed across Jonathan’s cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.

Jonathan’s breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensation—the dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Daniel’s hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Daniel’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathan’s jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Falling so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Daniel’s touch as if drawn by an invisible force.

Daniel’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathan’s ear. “You don’t need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.”

Jonathan’s cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.

“Ah, ah,” Daniel chided playfully. “Eyes on me, Jonathan.

”Their gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Daniel’s presence.

“You’re mine now,” Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathan’s face. “And I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didn’t know how far he’d fall, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

All that mattered was Daniel.

Daniel’s thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathan’s cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathan’s overwhelmed body.

A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at you,” Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. “You can’t even help it, can you?”

Jonathan’s body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.

“Go on,” Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathan’s face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. “Let it happen. Let it all out for me.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.

Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Daniel’s chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.

“There you go,” Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathan’s hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. “That’s my good boy. Just let it all out.”

Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Daniel’s arms.

“Shhh,” Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. “You’re doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.”

Daniel’s hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.

“You feel that?” Daniel whispered. “That’s what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.”

Jonathan could only nod weakly, his body melting further into Daniel’s embrace.

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