From Nerd To Alpha

Commissions Information

I only have 5 slots at a time, but that may expand even more one day. I charge 1 cent per word. Below is a link to my ‘commissions page’ (it’s a google doc) with all the details, including a list of what I won’t do, what I definitely will do, and how to contact me. If you’re interested, please DM me and let me know!

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Firstly this is a Jockification blog. It’s mainly about turning nerds into alpha male jocks. That doesn’t mean I won’t do other transformations or go into other kinks. I’ve already done some slightly different things like the macro tf and the Muscle daddy tf stories, both of which I loved writing. But most of this stuff is going to be jock tfs. Just wanted to make that clear.

Now, onto what I absolutely will not do. These are off limits, and I’ll explain why too. I’m not here to kinkshame or anything but I write these stories for fun, and if I’m not into something then it’s so much harder to write about.

Anything that’s not 18+. I know this is a very controversial topic, and I want to be clear. I do not have issues with age play (although personally I don’t love to write about that stuff either). As long as there are no actual children involved in the making of an erotic piece of fiction, or you are encouraging people to actually do horrible things to kids, you can write whatever you want. But since it’s so controversial, and it is way too easy to write something that makes light of a traumatic experience, I would rather avoid that all together.

Rape. Once again I am not going to kink shame anyone. A lot of people have a rape kink, and that’s perfectly normal. As long as all parties are consenting and of age irl, you can do whatever you want in the bedroom. But once again it is incredibly easy to write something that offends and hurts people, and on a personal note I just don’t feel comfortable writing something like that. I’m not gonna claim that everything I write, with all the reality bending and changing identities, is perfectly consensual, but there’s a big difference between writing about impossible magic powers and writing about realistic rape, and I don’t feel comfortable crossing that line.

Beastiality and Animals. Once again not going to kink shame anyone. And I want to stress I’m not talking about furrys or pup play or whatever. I’m talking about actual beastiality. You can write and read whatever you want as long as it’s not hurting people, but as far as I’m concerned animals can’t consent, so I won’t be writing anything with them in it. I’m also not entirely comfortable with human to animals tfs. Those are just not my thing.

Bathroom stuff and Smegma. This one is less complicated. I just don’t write this kink because I don’t like it. Watersports and scat and smegma all do nothing for me. Just a personal preference.

Real person Fiction. Once again it’s nothing personal. Plenty of people love real person fiction. I just feel so awkward writing about real live people. So I avoid it. Fanfiction about characters is another story.

Inanimate and Body part TF. I don’t really understand why, but these types of transformations make me uncomfortable. Really it’s just my preference.

Entirely Female Focused TFs: I am a gay man, and have a harder time writing erotic stories about women. While I can write about straight sex and women, I prefer to keep men as the focus, or at least have them heavily involved.

Gender TFs: I know this will probably upset some people, but I’ve personally just never enjoyed gender change tfs. Perhaps I will experiment with it one day, but not now.

Racial Slurs: While I do like raceplay and racial changes, I will not include slurs I cannot reclaim in my work. 

That’s all there is for my big limits. If theres anything else you’re unsure of and want to check, just DM me. I won’t judge, the worst I’ll do is say no. I hope all this serious talk didn’t upset anyone. More stories coming soon!

Will update as needed!

Just a reminder that I am up for story suggestions, questions, and DMs. I especially want story prompts because I’d love the opportunity to make more stories for you guys. I’m also open for trades if anyone is interested

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I’m playing around with AI a bit these days, so here’s an index for my videos

Story Index

Below is a list of my bigger stories and ongoing series. I'll be doing this chronologically, and adding to it periodically! I'll be listing some kinks that are controversial or unusual for my blog next to each story they are in. I won't be marked G2S because I use that a lot. I hope this helps you guys get around my page better!

SuperNova TFs | A person makes a wish on a SuperNova

Older Brothers (My first story!) (involves incest)

Unmoved (involves bisexual sex)

Stereotypical

Professor to Frat Bro

Supernova Comedian (Political Play)

End of the World (100th Story Special!)

A Dream is a Wish

Wake Up | The true self awakens, and spreads

Wake up Bro

Wake up Pops

Wake up Soldier

Marvel TFs | TFs themed around Marvel Characters. Not all connected

No longer a Spider, finally a Man (Implied relationship between a student and teacher)

Possessed by the Power of Thor (Giantism)

Like the Hulk

Like Wolverine

Thor-ification

InstaJock TFs | A mysterious app that jockifies users.

Alpha with a Capital A | A look into literal Alphas

Alpha with a Capital A intro

Alpha with a Capital A: Sexuality

Alpha with a Capital A: Alphas and Gender (Transgender Character and physical gender transition)

Gay Couple to Straight Beta Bros

Greaser Alpha

Alpha with a Capital A: Big bro and Lil bro

Asian Alpha Bro

Uber-Beast (Collab with @alternate-real-ities)

Beasts: Broken Condom

Jock Studies | Coaches and their brainwashed Jocks

Jock Studies: Swimming Coach

Straight to Gay

The role of Coaches

Assistant Coaches and Baseball

Jock Studies: Accelerated Program

Jock Studies: Shadowing

Eye of Beholder (EB) Jewelry | Jewelry Company with a secret

Engaged

Science Teacher to Football Coach

EB Jewelry: New CEO

EB Jewelry: The New COO

AirBFnBF

EB Jewelry: My Friend and Gauges

EB Jewelry: Dog Tags and Brothers

EB Jewelry: Family Seal

The Best Club in Town | Gay clubs and their members are turned straight

The Best Club in Town

The Best Club In Town: Toxicity Rising

The Douchebag Revolution | Time traveling fight over your right to be a straight douche

Welcome to the Revolution

Douche Rehab

1,000 Follower Special, The Douchebag Revolution Begins

Geek or Douche?

Otaku

The Hometown Hex | The town where everyone is a jock. Everyone

The Hometown Hex

Baxter Beach

500 Followers Special: Wally's Visit

Made for This Town

The Hometown Hex: Exports

The Ranch

The Hometown Hex: Entering and Leaving Town

Cosplayer to Cop (Introducing @ghostwritesmuscles as a part of this world!)

Maxford U

BDE: Big Dick Energy | Literal BDE causes changes

An intro to BDE

BDE: How it Works

BDE: Extreme Buildup and Infection BDE: A First Hand Frat Experience

BDE: Jumpstart

BDE: The Big Get Bigger

Retsam Mirror | Swapped with your selection. By force

Retsam Mirror

Trapped

Retsam Mirror

My Uncle | Lore on my character, and his journey to save his Uncle

My Uncle

My Uncle: A Follow Up

Nick the Devil | A friend (Boyfriend) of my characters Uncle, whose a literal Devil

Nick the Devil

Douchebags and Souls

Pornstars and Doppelgangers

The Church | Evil Church converts people into new member

The Church (Semi-religious themes)

Potions Set | I gave an Actor a bunch of potions. I hope it works out...

Getting the Role

Camous | Those who change to fit in

Camous

The Master | The Man behind InstaJock and my Uncles Transformation. The Big Bad.

InstaJock: Going Viral (@occamstfs Occams 2000 challenge entry)

DILF Bay and The Mad Scientist

College Quarantine

The Drunken Chameleon | A TF Bar

The Perfect Bar for You

The Drunken Chameleon: More Floors

Halloween TFs | Halloween themed transformations! Returns every October!

Personal Transformations | Transformations my character performs | references other stories

Miscellaneous Stories | Stories without a series or common theme

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I hope you guys like this! It took a lot of work putting this index together. If you have any questions or ideas, or just want to, dm me! Total stories: 155

When one of the hottest guys you had ever met came deep in your ass after 3 hours of the most intense, mind blowing sex of your entire life, you weren’t expecting him to start apologizing.

“Oh fuck. Bro, I am so fucking sorry.” The muscle bull said as he pulled his massive cock out of your juicy bubble butt, leaving a trail of cum behind as he did.

“Sorry? About what?” You asked, an almost delirious smile on your face as you came down from the high of the incredibly intense climax. It had been a long time since you had sex that good, and a long time since you had sex at all to be honest, so you felt amazing. You weren’t usually one for hookups, but the incredibly muscular, hairy, sexy man before you – who you could now remember was named Wade as you finally came down from the high of sex enough to truly think – was just too hot to resist. He was big, manly, very affectionate, and almost animalistic in the bedroom. Perhaps too much, since he seemed to have broken the condom he was using in his sexual frenzy. “Oh. Fuck. You don’t have any STDs or whatever they’re called these days, right?” You asked, slightly nervous.

“Uh, well, something like that.” Wade said, scratching his beefy chest, a guilty look on his face “Fuck, bro I am so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I mean, this sucks, but it’s not the end of the world. I mean, I can go to a clinic and they can probably help me out. A lot of this stuff can be dealt with if I get it early…” You said, half trying to convince yourself as well as him. You knew that STDs were a lot more treatable than they used to be, and that if you got treatment quickly there was a chance that whatever this is wouldn’t really affect your life at all, but the look of panic on Wade’s face was enough to make you feel somewhat nervous.

“No, dude, you don’t understand.” Wade said, running a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated groan that almost sounded like a growl. “It’s not a fucking STD man, it’s-”

You felt a sudden wave of dizziness hit as your entire body began to heat up. You fell back onto your bed as the skin across your body started to itch like crazy, a strange heat under your skin making you feel like your entire body was on fire. You let out a deep groan as you began to rub and scratch your skin, trying to get some relief as you writhed on the bed “W-what’s happening!?” You yelled out, feeling your body start to swell with muscle as hair popped up across your entire body.

“Fuck, I am so sorry man. Look, just don’t try to fight it man. It’ll only make the transformation harder.” Wade said, joining you on the bed. As his hands touched your warm, newly hairy skin, you felt a deep, pleasurable relief wherever he touched you “God little me is going to be so fucking pissed. But I swear, I’m not going to leave you behind. I’m going to teach you everything there is to being a Beast. Gonna make you feel so good, gonna be a good mate for you, I promise.” he said, his deep voice comforting as his thick muscular body pressed against your growing one.

You still weren’t sure what was happening. Your body felt strange and foreign and hot, and you felt new instincts well inside you as you seemed to recede into unconsciousness, someone else taking your place. But as you fell deeper into your own mind and felt Wade’s beard scratch your neck as he kissed you roughly, a small part of you was glad that at least you wouldn’t have to face whatever this was alone.

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Part 1 of a collab with the great @alternate-real-ities. Keep a look out for part 2!

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Alfred groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness and pushed himself off of the cold concrete floor. As he tried to collect his thoughts through the painful throbbing in the back of his head, one fought its way to the front: where the hell was he?

It wasn’t that Alfred wasn’t used to waking up in strange places. He knew he didn’t seem like the type to be out partying all night and getting blackout drunk, but he had... A friend who seemed determined to have them go out together every night, so despite being a gangly, shy 27 year old accountant, Alfred was actually pretty used to waking up in strange places with no idea how he got there. The problem was, even for him, this place was… weird. Usually when he woke up after a night out he’d be in a strangers bed, or in the backroom of a club, or even a gym locker room a few times, but right now he seemed to be in some sort of dimly lit warehouse. Not only that, his head hurt like hell, far worse than could be explained by a hangover, and… wait, was he in some sort of cage?

Alfred felt pain and exhaustion leave him as the sinking realization he was trapped sent adrenaline pumping through him. He was in the middle of a large shiny cage, although considering the size he could probably call it a cell. Acting on instinct, he went to the cage door, grabbing onto one of the bars, and screamed as he felt it burn his skin. He pulled back, clutching his hand to his chest, his face paling as he realized what was going on. Normal cages didn’t burn people. Normal cages wouldn’t burn him. Not unless they were… “Silver.” A commanding voice said from the darkness. Alfred flinched back at the voice, and looked over to see a large figure step close. “Not quite as deadly as it would have been for our ancestors, but if you get enough of it and charge it up with the right magic…” The figure stepped closer, and tapped the bar with a finger, letting out a slight, almost satisfied hiss as it burnt him too “... effective enough.”

Alfred shuddered as he looked over the being before him, a mix of fear and a strange feeling of submission combining inside of him. He didn’t know who this person was, but he could tell what he was easily. Even if he hadn’t been able to see the man's chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles typical of his kind, he could smell it on him. Alfred had been captured by an Alpha.

When Alfred told his coworkers that he was constantly being forced out of his house by a friend who loved to party, that wasn’t entirely true. There was someone who made Alfred go out to a party every night, but it wasn’t exactly a friend. It was… well, him. Or his other self. See, Alfred wasn’t an average human. He was something known as a Beast. A descendent of ancient werewolves that had evolved with modern times, a Beast is a regular man during the day, but undergoes a nightly transformation where he becomes far more… animalistic. Still a human, but far more muscular, hairy and… wild. Alfred, having had a one night stand with a Beast in college, had been infected by the creature's curse. So every night Alfred would go to bed… and Big Al would wake up in his place. Alfred had not been happy when he learned that the first guy he hooked up with at college had knowingly infected him with a supernatural disease, but over the years he had learned to live with Big Al, he’d come to see him less as a curse or a problem and more as a sort of… roommate. Sure he was a pretty rowdy guy, but from the little they had been able to communicate Big Al had actually been very nice, and as long as he made sure not to infect anyone like Alfred had been infected, Alfred was fine letting his ‘roommate’ go out and party at night while he lived his own life during the day. It was because of Big Al that Alfred ended up learning about magic, and more importantly, ended up learning about the other known descendant of werewolves: Alphas.

While Beasts had inherited their ancestors nightly transformations and wild tendencies, Alphas, who had supposedly descended from the most dominant werewolves of old, inherited their natural dominance over others. The stories that Alfred had managed to find about Alphas were terrifying. Muscular, god-like men who could bend both human will and even some of reality itself to their own whims. Between Beasts and Alphas, Alfred had been very glad he had met the former, as meeting the latter often ended with you becoming a plaything for the Alpha, who could alter their ‘betas’ identity with a mere thought. Alfred had done his best to avoid Alphas… but now it seemed one had him trapped, in a cage of silver, and at his mercy.

The unnamed alpha sneered in disgust as he looked down at Alfred “Ugh, quit it with the pathetic whining.” He said, causing Alfred to realize that in his panic his beastly instincts had taken over and he had begun to whine like a wounded pup. “Sometimes I can’t believe you things are actually related to us Alphas.” He said, rolling his eyes at Alfred’s distress.

Alfred tried to steel himself, knowing he’d have to use all his willpower to keep himself from falling into the Alpha’s spell. “... W-what do you want from me?” He asked, unable to stop his voice from cracking nervously as he did. The Alpha simply chuckled at this, a dark, amused chuckle that made Alfred feel tiny.

“I don’t want anything from you cuck. What I need, I need from ‘Big Al’ or whatever he calls himself.” The Alpha said simply “... see, Alphas like me… we can control so much. People, reality. Everything submits to us, molds to our desires like… putty.” He said, his voice hypnotic and terrifying all at once “... but in the history of the world, no Alpha has actually managed to take over the world. Do you know why that is?” The studly predator asked 

“... I-it’s because there's more than one of you…” Alfred answered shakily, a small part of him proud of his research. The Alpha grinned, looking at Alfred with a strange sort of hunger. “Yes! Exactly! See, there aren’t that many Alphas in the world, but the ones that exist are all about as strong as each other. So, if any one Alpha would try to take control, they’d be quickly defeated by the others, who would also want control. Which would eventually lead to us destroying each other.” He said with a scowl “I mean, we could work together, but it’s not in our nature to share. Which is why my kind decided, long ago, to travel the world and take what we want, without ruling it outright.” He said “... Personally, I think it’s fucking pitiful, that we would all be better off if we had just hashed it out and let the last, most dominant Alpha rule it all. But, it is a problem, regardless of how I feel. So, how do I fix it?” He asked, a wicked grin on his handsome face “By making myself more dominant than any of them.”

Suddenly a loud creaking sound echoed through the warehouse, and Alfred watched in a dim light as a number of cloaked figures, most likely the Alpha’s Betas, forced something forward. Something that growled.

“You see, Alphas have been trying to figure out ways to out dominate each other for years. Technically using outside sources to make yourself more dominant is considered ‘dishonorable’ but… we’ll just keep this between us.” The blond Alpha said a grin, as charming as it was threatening. “And one thing that no one has really tried yet… is bringing us back to our roots.”

“Our roots…” Alfred said “... you’re trying to make yourself a werewolf. Like, a real, full werewolf.” He continued, a horrific feeling of understanding coming over him 

“Bingo. You’re smart for a stupid Beast.” The Alpha said with a smirk “The werewolves of old weren’t just Hollywood monsters. They were practically gods, creatures of such dominance and prime animalistic power that they had packs the sizes of empires. And once I’m one of them, well, without any other full werewolves around to stop me… I’ll be able to do anything.” 

“This doesn’t make any sense…” Alfred said, trying to stay calm “I mean, Alphas can’t be turned by Beasts, even if they want to be. Our DNA just doesn’t work together…” Alfred continued “And… what is that thing!?” He asked, pointing as the creature in the dark that was struggling to stay there as the Betas tugged it forward with what looked to be a metal chain wrapped around its neck. 

“That?” The alpha said, clearly amused, “That’s your new boyfriend.”

Alfred watched in shock as the creature was forced closer to his cage, and recoiled at the sight. He had heard rumors, rumors that some strains of the original werewolf virus still remained, albeit weakened, but most people, even in the magical community, seemed to regard it as a myth. But here it was… a living victim of the lycan-virus. The Alpha laughed heartily as he watched Alfred stumble back as the creature was forced closer to his cage. “You’re right little Beast. A Beast could never infect an Alpha. And the lycan-virus? Could maybe turn a particularly weak one. But both, together? Now that's a winning combination.” The Alpha explained, looking over the werewolf like it was a particularly interesting toy. “From what I can find, if this little monster infects you, just as you transform with the moon's rise… then you’ll become something stronger than a werewolf or a beast.” He explained “And if whatever you become infects me? I’ll be able to dominate… anything….” he said, almost drooling at the thought of finally having true, complete control “... but enough with the fucking exposition. As fun as it is to watch you panic as you realize what's going to happen, I’d rather get right to the show.” He said with a snarl. 

Suddenly a phone alarm went off, drawing a satisfied grin from the Alpha “And that's sunset. Now… how about we get this done with.” He said. The blond muscle man walked over to the Lycan, and with an inhuman strength, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, opened the door to the cage with the other, and tossed him in, before trapping them both inside.

Alfred wanted to scream, but found the sounds wouldn’t form in his throat. He was trapped, in a cage made of walls he couldn’t even touch, with a dangerous Lycan that was just as likely to tear him to shreds as it was to turn him. Even worse, he could feel Big Al emerging from his rest, his consciousness pushing against Alfred’s own as his muscles began to firm up and push out.

The Lycan, strangely, didn’t attack Alfred right away. It sniffed around the cage, around Alfred, curiously, before suddenly pulling the Beast to the floor mid transformation. Before Alfred could even scream, he felt the Lycan rip his clothes off and bite down on his neck. A burning sensation flooded his body, but strangely, it didn’t feel… bad. In fact, it felt… incredible. The other man's bite hurt, yes, but it also sent waves of pleasure through his growing body, ones that he could tell the Lycan felt too. And in the middle of the pleasure, as the virus flooded his veins, his average cock started going from soft to rock-hard in seconds… feeling so, but so tight in his cramped shorts.

As the Lycan gently licked the wound, Alfred could feel himself finally recede as Big Al, or whatever he would be now, took place. Big Al didn’t know why he was in this strange place, or why he could smell the stench of an Alpha, or why there was a wolf-like man gyrating on top of him. All he knew was that that man, the Lycan, was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Soon the Beast was on top of the Lycan, his huge cock deep in the Lycan’s ass as the creature panted and whined for more. Big Al took the strange man, no actually, took his mate into a deep, commanding kiss as he continued to fuck his ass, quickly coming inside him as he felt them both begin to change. The Alpha’s plan was working, just far better than he had imagined.

As Big Al and his new mate fucked, consummated the strange new bond that was quickly forming between then, the two began to grow. First the Lycan, who packed on another 20 pounds of muscle spread evenly across his body, and then Al, who quickly grew much larger, his already massive beastly muscles getting even thicker as his body began to take on more wolf-like characteristics, Lycan characteristics. Big Al, or whatever he was becoming, let out a terrifying, spine shivering howl, and bit down on his mates neck, getting a breathless gasp from him as they both came one final time. It all happened very quickly… but for the two men laying in the cage, everything had changed.

As the former beast laid his Lycan mate on the ground, kissing his neck sweetly and positioning himself over him protectively, he could feel his mind slowly coming back to him. Except it was different. Everything was different. He wasn’t Big Al anymore, but he also wasn’t Alfred. Both identities had swirled together in a way that let him know that there wasn’t going to be any switching back and forth anymore. No more Alfred, no more Big Al… for now he’d just go by Al, until he found something better. He looked down at the Lycan below him and felt his heart flutter as he watched the slightly smaller wolfman drift off to sleep. Whatever he had become, he could tell his new mate had become one as well, and whoever he was, he knew he had to protect him, had to care for him. Which meant getting rid of the disgusting creatures that hoped to cage them.

Al rose to his feet, snarling, and looked at the shocked Alpha that stood on the other side of the bars. The blond beefcake still grinned but now Al could see something else behind those eyes. Could smell it on him. Something that should be completely unheard of for Alphas… Fear. Uncertainty. And it smelled… heavenly.

“Ok. Step one is complete. Now, onto step two. Infecting me.” The Alpha said, looking at the wolf-beast with a sneer “For this I’m going to need a more… obedient pet. Kneel.” 

Al could feel the Alpha trying to force his will on him, could feel his dominance trying to bend reality to what he wanted. But Al… simply decided not to bend. And upon seeing the shock on the Alpha’s face, reached out, grabbed two of the bars… and ripped the cage open.

The Betas, unsure what to do when their Alpha was no longer in control, fled and panicked, while the Alpha, having no reference for a situation where he was not in charge, scrambled back in fear. “T-this isn’t supposed to… why aren’t my powers working? How did you even touch that cage!?”

Al looked down at the Alpha, an apex predator brought to his knees, and chuckled with amusement “... you really have no idea what you’ve just done, do you? You’ve created something far more powerful than yourself. You thought you could create something closer to a true werewolf and then use that to infect yourself, but never imagined your own creation would already be more dominant than you. Someone who could send your most loyal betas running. Someone who could turn silver to lead without a second thought.” Al continued, delighting in the fear on the Alpha’s face “You’ve never even considered that someday, someone might have the same power over you that you lord over others. And now…” Al growled, "You're my goddamned bitch.”

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We've hit 3000 followers!

And something that did just happen I also want to acknowledge

I've written 150 stories!

I am so excited to have hit both these milestones. I sadly don't have any ideas for an event, and probably wouldn't have the time to do one for at least another week, so I probably won't do anything special. But I do want to thank everyone and say I am so happy that so many people want to read what I written. When I first stumbled onto this community, I was shocked to learn there were even people who had similar desires and fantasies to me, and now I can honestly say I've made some lifelong friends and found something I'm really passionate about. Once again, thank you all so much, and please keep on reading!

Oh, and if you guys do have any ideas for a small thing I can do to celebrate, let me know! I love hearing from you guys in any capacity, and I'd love to know what you think!

"I’ve always been a nice guy but I wonder what it would be like if my dad had been a criminal instead of a cop. Would I be a bad boy too?"

Your father raised you to be a smart, upstanding young man who treats other people kindly, considers the consequences of his actions, and respects authority

Your pops raised you to be a muscled up douchebag who spends his days cruising the gym trying to sell roids to other musclesheads and insecure geeks, and his nights fucking bimbos who worship him even though he treats then like shit.

Not such a nice guy anymore, are you?

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"Never really been able to pack on the muscle ever. Just your average 30 something guy with a boring life. Would love to visit the milk bar in the Drunken Chameleon to spice things up"

I don't have much to say about your transformation. Just two words: Chocolate Milk

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"I often wish I could go back a redo high school as someone else instead of the shy skinny nerd that I was. Is there something at the Chameleon High bar that would let me be the sexy bad boy?"

It's a 'New Year' at Chameleon High, and everyone is getting into their roles for the night. I think you and your 'Bad Boy Brandy On The Rocks' are going to have a fuck ton of fun. Have fun picking fights, showing off your tattooed muscles, and making out with slutty twinks who go weak in the knees at the sight of you in a leather jacket

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"Heya im 5'7 and pretty chunky and I'm sick of being a poor University student from the UK the place is so glum and I'm barely scraping by I didn't even want to do uni my dad forced me I wanted to go do art over in America I hear the frats over there are super interesting"

Turns out, you were right. Being a frat boy is very interesting, or as you'd probably put it now, a fuck ton of fun! Sadly you're not an artist anymore, unless you consider your thick, muscular body a work of art~

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"When you enter Maxford do other things change for you? Like age? I’m a young guy but if I go there would it keep me the same age or could it turn me into a middle aged horny dad?"

Its a fact that when you enter Maxford, you will be transformed into a sexy, straight, traditionalist version of yourself. However, the details of how a person is changed are always different, and can even be somewhat influenced.

Once you've been inside Maxford for some time, like Wally Power, your identity tends to solidify, but if you don't spend too long inside the city, you can leave and reenter as a way to sort of reroll the dice, like we saw with my friend earlier.

There are three basic ways to influence Maxford, ones that anyone can do. One thing that influnces how you turn out is what you do right before you enter Maxford. Workout before you head in? Suddenly you're a straight bodybuilder. The second thing is what you wear when you enter Maxford. Enter wearing a tie? Become a beefy buisnessman who harrasses his submissive secretary. The third and final thing are your own desires. So if a guy entering Maxford has a secret fantasy of being a horny, muscular jock dad, like I'm betting you do? Well, he might just get exactly what he's always dreamed of.

Hope you enjoy fucking your slutty tradwife and raising your 3 sons together. I bet they'll each grow to be just as manly and douchey as you are.

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"I keep hearing all of these rumors about Maxford changing guys as soon as they cross into the town, it's making me a little nervous and I've already put an offer in on a cute little craftsman there. Are the rumors about it changing people true? Do you think it'll change me when I go to move in? I'm just a nerdy gay guy with no desire to have kids, but the house was cheap and the town seemed nice enough…"

You knew it wasn't the best idea to buy a house you had never seen, but considering the price, and how expensive everything else was, it seemed like an opportunity you couldn't resist.

You knew that there were weird rumors around Maxford, but as you drove towards the small town, you decided not to worry about them. You had always been the subject of rumors yourself, being a nerdy gay guy since highschool. Maybe the town was just as misunderstood as you. maybe this would be your fresh start.

You knew, as you drove up to the house in your pickup truck, that this would be the perfect place to start a family. You knew that a stud like you needed a place to rule, a home with a submissive wife, sexy wife and obedient kids who looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

You knew, as you swaggered up the driveway, that this place was perfect for you, just like it was for everyone else in Maxford.

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"I’ve spent all my life studying hard. I pursued medicine because I thought it was a way of using my intelligence to save people and also win good money. However now I realise I lost all my good years locked up studying and that I’m not even rich. Sometimes I wonder what could’ve been if I didn’t worry that much and maybe invested in bitcoin or something when I was young"

Who in their right mind would want to waste their time becoming a fucking doctor? Certainly not you! You're not some selfless pathetic cuck, you're a fucking man, one who knows that he's better than most people cause he was born rich and handsome. When you're not partying with other nepo babys, crypto bros and semi famous influences, you're usually having sex with a supermodel, or the occasional twink you tell no one about. Your life fucking rocks, and it's all because you chose to be a selfish, sexy douchebag.

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"I am a scrawny nerdy type in my 30s, never been too brave. Would love to know what my life would be like if I made being a fire Fighter out of high school."

You were never a very brave person… at least not until that day back in your senior year of highschool. You were a scrawny, pimply nerd, but when a fire started in the teachers lounge, you didn't hesitate. You grabbed a fire extinguisher and lept into action. You directed people towards the exits, and even helped a very appreciated cheerleader who tripped in the chaos. You were reckless, daring, brave in a way you had never been before, and after that day you knew exactly what you wanted to do, who you wanted to be.

These days, you're practically known for your bravery. Heck, your squad likes to poke fun at you for being reckless, but its all good natured. they know you have their backs and wouldn't put them at risk. they're practically family afterall. The long hours make it a little hard to date… but luckily you have a very devoted girlfriend, one who doesn't mind if you and one of your bros have some private fun once in a while. When it comes down to it, being a firefighter is who you are, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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"I was born with Cerebral Palsy and could never walk without a walker and was often wheelchair bound as a kid which led me to grow up to be a rather nerdy, bleeding heart liberal intellectual. I always wondered how my life would have been different if I was born able-bodied in a stable nuclear family. Maybe I could have been someone completely different. Maybe even a dumb selfish MAGA jock."

Wheelchair Bound -> Effortlessly Healthy Nerdy -> Born Athlete Bleeding Heart Liberal -> MAGA loving, handout hating, born rich fuckboi untraditional family -> Rich, White, Affluent, Better than you Smart -> Dumb Selfless -> Narcissistic You -> A fucking stud

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"Hi, im 21. Im a skinny, nerdy student. A bunch of the neighborhood dads bears are hosting a barbequeue, and they've invited me to come, but I feel like I don't really fit in among them with all their thick dark beards and muscular arms. Any way you can help me out here?"

So, I have some news for you. First, you definitely do fit in with these muscular, hairy bears, or at least you do now. Second, this is less of a barbecue, and more of a… neighborhood orgy.

… have fun!

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I’ll admit, it kind of surprises me how many people I get asking about how someone can get Instajock for themselves. I mean, I get the appeal, being a mindless jock sounds (and if I’m being honest really is) incredibly hot. But instajock has the specific drawbacks of being difficult to control, rewriting who you are, and making you a devoted member of one of the worlds largest harems.  I know it’s sexy as fuck, but its also a little alarming to see how many people are willing to trade their lives in exchange for a set of juicy pecs. I mean, pecs are great, but it's still your identity you’re losing. But if you’re sure this is what you want, well, I won’t stand in your way. Heck, now that you’ve publicly expressed interest, I probably couldn’t stop The Master from claiming you if I tried. So, let's see if I can at least help you get those pecs you want before that happens. And surprisingly, I can help you do that without you even having to download the app.

You’ve already mentioned the last guy who got a special pec transformation from instajock, the one who used a mysteriously altered version of the app and transformed into a muscle daddy with lactating pecs that similarly transform anyone who drinks enough of his milk. Because of the infectious nature of his transformation, it’s a lot easier to get you transformed… or would be, if you wanted a transformation just like his. But, since you’re going for a slightly different transformation, a hairy barrel chested wrestler, we need to make some small adjustments. Lucky for us, it seems that our friend from the last post is actually a few steps ahead. He, with some financial backing from The Master, has actually started a company selling his milk online! Normally I wouldn’t suggest getting anywhere close to something The Master is involved with, but since you’re already determined to do that anyways, I’ll get you in contact with them. The interesting part is that they’ve apparently been experimenting with the milk, and have figured out how to use different ingredients to alter the effects. I don’t know everything they’ve experimented with so far, maybe I’ll go further into that some other time, but I know they’ve definitely got something that can help you. A simple drink that will make you a big, beefy, sexy wrestling jock with a huge meaty chest to match. I should warn you, your new milky pecs will still be infectious, at least for the first 24 hours, so be careful not to spread your transformation around too much.

When Jamie had gotten the sudden alert on his college email that the school was going into an ‘indefinite lockdown,’ and a ton of people in biohazard suits showed up, he was ashamed to admit he almost immediately panicked. To be fair, almost everyone had panicked when it became clear that they were no longer allowed to leave the dorms, or have any contact with the outside world, or even leave the floor they had been on when the lockdown started, but Jamie’s freakout had put all of the other panicked students to shame. Jamie, a painfully shy and nerdy sophomore, had always been a deeply anxious person, but being quarantined with a mysterious illness had almost immediately sent him into hysterics. The stress of the sudden mysterious danger, and the realization that the only person who ever managed to make him feel calm, his boyfriend Ian, was going to be trapped on the second floor while Jamie would be on the first, sent him into a crying, screaming meltdown, one that it had taken Jamie almost two days to recover from. It was only after those two days of silently weeping in his dorm room, that Jamie calmed down enough to realize the obvious: if he wanted to see Ian, all he had to do was sneak out. Jamie technically wasn’t supposed to leave the first floor of the dorm building. Even with the entire building in quarantine, the men in the biohazard suits had insisted on keeping the floors separate, so that if one floor got infected the others wouldn’t. Jamie thought this was ridiculous, especially since they still had yet to tell them any information about the disease that had supposedly appeared in their dorm room, but since the staircase had been locked down, he hadn’t been able to do anything about it. That was until he remembered that the RA, a somewhat irresponsible junior named Lucy who had only taken the position because she figured it’d let her get away with more stuff if she was the one in charge, had given him a spare key so that the easily intimidated Jamie could let someone in if they got locked out in the middle of the night, something the RA refused to do because she ‘needed her beauty sleep.’ So, Jamie, desperate to see his boyfriend and armed with his overlooked key, headed out to the staircase in the middle of the night, and sneakily went up to the first floor.

Jamie knew it was a bad idea to break quarantine, even the internal one, to see his boyfriend, but the mysterious nature of the virus had made him paranoid, especially with so many weird rumors about the virus going around. One girl had claimed it was ebola, another some form of zombie virus. One of Jamie’s neighbors had even said it was some kind of ‘Bro-fection’ that transformed whoever caught it or something. Well Jamie was pretty sure that the last rumor was impossible, the uncertainty had made his anxiety even worse, and eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He made his way up to the second floor, and silently crept over to his boyfriend's dorm room. When he opened the door, two things became apparent: Ian was perfectly healthy, and Ian was no longer the man Jamie had known.

Ian, at least the Ian that Jamie had fallen in love with, had been a friendly theatre major, a tall and skinny young man who made Jamie feel incredibly safe. The man in front of Jamie was certainly tall, but anything other than skinny. Hard, tan muscles covered his body, sturdy pecs and strong arms leading to round shoulders, and a chiseled face that held a dumb, arrogant smirk. The change was so intense that Jamie could hardly recognize Ian, and probably wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for a distinct birthmark just above his crotch. A birthmark that, at the moment, was partially obscured by the big tittied blonde bouncing on Ian’s thick cock. Jamie felt his face pale as he watched this jock version of his boyfriend expertly fuck Lucy the RA, causing the blonde to moan with pleasure as Jamie’s entire world shattered.

“I-Ian?” Jamie asked in horror, tears coming to his eyes. The former theatre major looked up from the blonde bimbo he had been fucking and his cocky smirk melted into a surprisingly friendly grin “Jamie! Fuck It’s so good to see you! I’ve been so worried about you man.” He said, his voice kind and sincere even as he continued to thrust in and out of the moaning blonde.

“Ian, what are you doing!?” Jamie said, unable to keep the heartbreak out of his face. Ian looked at Jamie with an innocent confusion as he continued to fuck Lucy. “Just breeding this slut. Why do you ask?” He said, as if it was the most innocent thing in the world. “Y-you’re cheating on me?!” Jamie said in horror. He knew he should be concerned with his boyfriends sudden physical transformation, but the idea that Ian, any version of Ian, would knowingly betray him broke the shy boy's heart. Ian got a confused look on his face, before looking down at Lucy in realization, as if seeing her for the first time “Oh, no, you don’t understand. I’m not cheating on you bro. You and I were never a couple.” He said as if that explained everything. 

“Not a couple?” Jamie asked, feeling bile rise in his throat. “Yeah. You see, I was sitting down here yesterday, all worried about you, when it suddenly hit me; you and I aren’t fucking faggots. We’re strong, studly, manly, straight men, meant to breed sluts and bimbos, like all men are meant to.” He continued, the cocky smirk returning as he flexed one of his biceps “We just mistook our strong friendship as a romantic bond. I mean, it makes sense, you and I are basically as close as two guys can get. No homo.” He said with a dumb chuckle. Upon seeing the confusion and hurt on Jamie’s face, Ian’s voice took an apologetic tone “I’m sorry bro, I probably should have helped you figure this out too before I slept with Lucy, but, c’mon man, have you seen the tits on this bitch? Just look at them!” He said, roughly grabbing the blissed out girl's breast as he continued to pound her pussy.

Jamie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Ian had never said the word faggot with such venom before, and had certainly never called himself studly. Yet here he was, far more muscular and currently fucking a girl like it was the most natural thing in the world. Jamie wanted to be furious, wanted to scream… but he had to admit, Ian had a point. Jamie had never been attracted to girls, but even he could see that Lucy had huge boobs and a face that was just begging to be fucked. If he was straight, which he wasn’t, he’d probably have grabbed the bitch and impaled her pussy on his thick cock as soon as he could. Watching that bimbo moan on your cock must be so hot…

Before Jamie could realize what he was doing, he found himself walking over to Ian and Lucy and unzipping his pants. He realized, in the back of his head, that his forearm looked far more muscular than it had mere moments ago, and his cock was definitely much bigger, but that didn’t seem to matter as much. Nothing seemed to matter as much as getting his cock inside that sluts mouth. Jamie reached for the moaning girl, who was already eyeing his cock hungrily, before hesitating. Something about this was… wrong, wasn’t it? He hadn’t come here for this, he had come here for… for Ian. He looked over at Ian, who gave him the same calming smile he always gave Jamie before speaking. “Go ahead bro, use her throat! I don’t mind sharing a hot slut like this with my best friend!” Ian said with a grin. Suddenly everything clicked in Jamie’s head, and he shoved his footlong cock into Lucy’s moaning mouth. Of course he and Ian weren’t together! Two muscular, macho pussyhounds like them could never be goddamn queers, not with how good Lucy’s warm mouth felt around his cock. They had just been confused, but now, suddenly, everything was so clear and right. He couldn’t wait to fuck even more bitches with his best friend and former boyfriend at his side, and he couldn’t wait to share this clarity, this freedom, with the rest of the world.

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"Hey! I'm 21. I'm a little tired of going to college and always feeling tired and skinny. I'd like to revitalize myself and change… do you have something in mind for me?"

You aren't in college anymore, mainly because you're too dumb to even spell the word 'Gym' anymore, but your new beefy muscles feel so good, it's hard to care! You're young, dumb, full of cum, and feeling more revitalized than ever. You just can't spell revitalized anymore.

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"Heyo! I'm 30 years old and I'm tired of being a chunky loser. I'd love to get into shape and explore what it's like being a hunky jock. I'm open to age or race change"

Cogratulations! You're an absolutely goddamned hunk with a muscular body to die for, and the chucky loser you used to be is an old memory you can barely recall. Since you're open to a change, I figured I could make you a bit younger, and indian, just for fun~ Won't lie, a buff indian stud is super hot

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"Hey! I'm 19 and don't want to be short and chubby anymore. I want to change and feel better… can you help me?"

No longer short, and the opposite of chubby, you don't just feel better. You feel fucking epic, all the time. How could a cocky stud like you feel anything else?

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"Hey! I'm 18 and I think I need a change… I'm a thin, shy guy with a monotonous life and a career that won't take off because of my shyness. Can you do something for me?.."

Shy? What do you mean shy? You're the cockiest, most popular frat boy in your school! Sure you might be a freshman, but that just means you haven't even reached your peak yet. You're buff, arrogant, sexy, and treat every day like an adventure (and a new chance to fuck). Hope you enjoy!

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"Hey! I'm a 23yo latino med student. I've always been skinny and nerdy, but sometimes I wonder what life could be if I were other ethnicity and if were more outgoing and chosen some career in sports."

You want to know what your life would be like if you were different? if you were a jock? If you liked sports? If you had big beefy muscles? If instead of a puny latino med student you were a hunky Asian wrestler who spend his weeks forcing other men to their knees, and his weekends fucking other men into the floor?

You really want to know?~

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"heyy, ive always been a good student, straight As and stuff. i've started to go more into my jock side when i started the gym about 2 years ago. looking at some of the dumb gymbros there, i wonder how itd be to have been this way, like them, all along"

In one world you missed your calling for a long time. You chased good grades, the approval of your teachers, and the promise of success after college. In one world, you didn't realize how much fun it would be to be a jock until your prime meathead years were behind you.

This is not that world.

In this world you've been working out since you were 13. In this world you were popular, fun, strong, and dumb. In this world you didn't give a fuck about grades, and the only teacher you liked was the football coach. In this world, you are a classic, muscular, dumb gymbro, and always have been. In this world, you are who you were always meant to be.

It may be a while before the you from one world catches up to the you from another world. But maybe not as long as you think. It's never too late to be a jock, bro.

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"ive been going to the gym for a bit now, and thought it was time i'd take a session with one of the PTs there. i mean, his clients all look huge, so his training must be good, right?"

Turns out, he's actually a really bad PT. He knows basically nothing about nutrition, and is more of a stereotypical dumb gym bro who figured he could get a job working out than a real, dedicated trainer. However, anyone who gets their ass fucked by his massive cock transforms into a muscular hunk… so in the end, he does get the job done.

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"More training for me, I'd like to re-enter Maxford"

Interesting! It looks like working out right before re-entering maxford changed how the town affected you. Instead of a hunky cop, you're the studly owner of the local gym. People still seem to remember the other you too, but think he's out on a buisness trip? Very interesting… Well, I hope you have fun helping a bunch of young conservative men become even more muscular and douchey while hitting on ditzy female clients

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"I'm a short, 5'4 ft, Slim, nerdy Latin American guy looking for a change in his life. I want to enjoy life to the fullest; any help is appreciated."

No longer 5’4, no longer slim, no longer nerdy, the new you is definitely a change. With a body like that, you’ll definitely be enjoying yourself~

Have fun!

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"I’m so sick of living in the snow. Is there a way that I could get a hot body that lives on the beach?"

Everyone loves a beach hunk, and now everyone loves you! As an added bonus I've given you some warm latin blood in your veins, so even if you have to head back into the snow you'll stay warm. You probably won't head back though. Who would want to leave the beach?

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"Always been on the pudgy side of things while I am very smart, would love to just go all out and be a dumbed down gym rat."

Still bulky, but now in the best way, everything that used to be in your brains has fallen down into your biceps. Hope you enjoy being big as hell and dumb as fuck!

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"I'm just a skinny young man living in a little-known city, but I feel like I don't belong here. Is there anything you can do to help me?"

Skinny? Little known city? Bro, I don't think Tokyo is a 'little known city' and considering you're one of the biggest studs in tokyo, if not all of japan, I don't think anyone would call you skinny.

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"It’s been so busy and stressful at work recently and I just need a break. I wish I could be one of those big dumb guys that just lifts, and fucks all day. I don’t want to be smart anymore."

Hey there!

So, here is the bad news: I'm going to be giving you the exact opposite of what you want. You aren't getting a break. I'm turning you into someone who is absolutely obsessed with your job, who spends every minute either working or thinking about work

Here is the good news: You're getting a new job. Instead of whatever you used to do, you're going to be a personal trainer. You aren't the brightest guy, and you stuggle with helping your clients with their diets and making specific plans, but no one is better at getting someone pumped up than you. Just being around you makes people want to work out, both because of your impressive, sexy size and your passion for lifting. When you spend time thinking about work, you're spending that time thinking about lifting, about getting bigger and buffer and helping the world get buffer too. And hey, if you fuck a few clients in the locker room for an extra hundred bucks, thats fun too.

From here on you're going to fucking love your work. Better yet, your work is going to be fun.

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"Might be fun! I'm going to be 27 and been trying to make my 30th my prime age. Right now, I am chubby everywhere and 5'3". They say the same amount of muscles look better on a short king so I'd like to make it real!"

Well, lets start by making your dream true and aging you up to 30, before putting you in your absolute pride! You're going to be the same weight, and same height, but all that fat is going to become rock hard muscle packed onto your short frame. Enjoy your prime!

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"I’m a young guy but I wonder what I would be like as an older mature man. Maybe a real daddy who has kids and stuff?"

Welcome to your new life as a muscle daddy! Maybe not too old, but a you've got huge muscles, and you're definitely a daddy!

Literally too! You've got 3 little boys waiting for you at home. Luckily you have a great, sexy husband to help you out.

After all, two muscle daddys are better than one!

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"I'm a 28 year old gay man who is quite chubby and nerdy. I'm truly down for anything in order to get a fresh start - whether that's a new race, an older age, sexuality, etc. You can take your pick and I'd gladly accept it 🤪"

You may have started out as a 28 year old chubby gay guy, but now you're a 24 year old black stallion who can't wait to get a bitch or a twink to ride his huge cock. Hope you enjoy it!

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"I’m a short, 5’4, chubby 25 year old Asian nerd who’s always wish I was a tall buff musky manly alpha man. I also am curious how life is as a different race. Any help would be appreciated"

Tall, buff, and definitely manly as hell, I hope you enjoy your new life as a muscular Arab stud, you be who can get twinks addicted to you sexy Arab musk

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"I'm 42, 6ft, in reasonably good shape for my age but still kinda skinny and gangly. Would love to be the muscle daddy I've always dreamed of becoming - whatever race you think would be a good fit for me…"

I’m not going to just make you a muscle daddy. I’m going to make you the muscle daddy. An older Latino hunk who makes twinks weak in the knees with his mere presence. You’re going to be everything you ever dreamed of, in a sexy tank top. Hope you enjoy!

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On my discord server, I often do very short transformations, both for fun and as a way to keep my skills sharp when I'm too busy or not in the right place to write a longer story. It's been a lot of fun, so I've decided to share the ones I've done so far with all of you! Hope you enjoy!

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"Hi. I'm twenty years old. I'm 5'9" tall and weigh 155 lbs. My body is slim, still in that immature stage where the muscles are there but not noticeable. My skin is smooth, with no hairline. My hair is short, dark, and neat. My face is clean, beardless, with still youthful features. My voice is clear without depth. I'm curious to know what you plan to transform me into."

You're now anything but slim or immature. You're a mountain of a man, with a healthy smattering of hair, and muscles that are begging to be worshipped. You speak with a deep, confident clarity, and take what is yours. Also, lets give you a huge cock for fun~

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"Hello, I'm 35 always been kind of a loner I was always a geek in my college days. What I wouldn't give to do it over again but be more of a jock."

Lucky for you, you get to do college all over again, this time as the big man on campus! have fun being the cocky quaterback and fucking cheerleaders (and the water boy)

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"Cool idea! I'm 38 and a middle school band teacher. I'm 5 foot 6 inches and like 170 pounds. Been working out the last 6 months. Light brown receding hair (miss my hair) and gay. Total nerd. Make me whatever you want."

No longer short and small, you're incredibly tall and beefy. Instead of being hairless, you've got hair all over. 6 months of working out? now you've been working out since you were 6. The only thing you have in common with your original self is that you're still a teacher, and you have a lot more fun teaching beefy college jocks how to play ball and suck cock than you ever did teaching band

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"I’m a young white guy but would love to be a huge Arab bodybuilder hunk."

Don't have to say much about this transformation. Going to let your new, sexy arab beef do the talking for me

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"Hii, i'm 22 and still a student. I'm 6'2'' and skinny. I'm nerdy, gay and i wear glasses all the time."

I didn't really have to change that much about you to be honest. Still 22, still a student, still over 6 feet tall, still wearing glasses.

I just got rid of the nerdy, skinny, gay part.

Meet your new Beefy, Douchey, Pussy hound self, and get ready to have a lot of fun at your last year of college.

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This Easter, I’ve decided to do a special event, an Egg Hunt! Here are the rules: There are a number of plastic eggs, each one a different color, with a very special treat hidden inside of each of them. If you’re interested, send me an ask claiming one of the eggs, and describing who you are and where you found it! Then I’ll open it up, and you’ll discover just what transformation you found inside! I won’t accept anonymous submissions, and once you’ve claimed an egg you can’t get another, so choose wisely! 

Here are the Eggs Available:

Red (Claimed by @meatboxtops )

Orange (Claimed by @muscletf456 )

Green (Claimed by @mikhail573 )

Blue (Claimed by @tf-evansblog )

Purple (Claimed by @reddarkfox222 )

Pink (Claimed by @mrhexumtfs )

An Easter Basket? (Claimed by @axeeglitter )

Hope you guys enjoy the event! Happy Easter!

Play Frats and Football Today!

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