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#bodyswap #gaytostraight #Straighttogay #dumbingdown #weightgain #fartkink y tal vez más...

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Indeed still kinda on it cause this is not a new story but a traslation to English of - i Think - my first post, but it fits the holidays, so, enjoy!.

An straight-foward Halloween

Marco and Jalil lived together in their cute and tidy apartment. Every Halloween, they used to make a splash at parties with elaborate costumes. However, this year they had decided on a less produced, but still fun, Halloween costume: the two boyfriends would dress up as straight men.

It was a stupid idea, but everyone loves a good satire.

Jalil had opted for a pair of Bermuda shorts and a national soccer team jersey. Marco, on the other hand, was wearing some baggy sweatpants and a white, sleeveless undershirt that he had also dyed a yellowish-brown in the armpit area to make it look like a sweaty tank top. Everything had been bought at second-hand stores. Including a really weird bazar.

“It looks amazing, 'Bro',” joked Marco, giving his boyfriend a slap on the butt.

Right after that slap, Jalil’s backside released a short but audible fart. The young man immediately blushed as the fart echoed on the living room.

“Haha, someone is getting way too much into character,” his boyfriend quipped.

“Yeah... I don't know what happened, I'm sorry Bro, I mean, honey,” he replied, feeling a little confused.

“Don't worry, honey...” Marco gave his boyfriend a kiss, not knowing it would be their last. He soon wrinkled his nose; a rancid stench was invading his nostrils. It was Jalil's fart.

He didn't want to show it and make his boyfriend uncomfortable, but that gas smelled too awful. It was quite surprising; he had never smelled his boyfriend stink like that. In fact, he thought it was the first time Jalil had ever farted in front of him. To avoid making his boyfriend uncomfortable, but escape the stench, Marco walked to the bathroom.

Once there, he inhaled deeply, but another equally rancid smell invaded his nostrils. He started searching for the source and realized it was coming from the fake sweat stains on his tank top. But it was impossible... he had made them with food coloring, water, and vanilla extract...

However, the more he sniffed, the more sure it was there from where the smell was coming from. He couldn't go to the party smelling like that! So, he took off his shirt and decided he would also wear a soccer jersey, like Jalil. Even without a shirt, the stench followed him. He sniffed again and realized the stench was now coming directly from his armpits. He took a direct whiff to his pit, and the odor of an athlete after a game invaded him. Something very strange was happening.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Jalil was constantly scratching his crotch. There was something in those short pants that was causing a persistent itch. And that could only be resolved in one way: Jalil shoved a hand into his underwear and scratched hard. When he finished, letting out a sigh of relief, he felt curious to smell his fingers for some reason... so he did. A scent of old, damp sweat invaded his nostrils.

“Maybe I need a shower... maybe,” he thought and laughed.

Soon, an enormous "PRRRRRIFFRRRFRRRRPT" was heard from the bathroom.

Marco was having an uncontrollable amount of gas. Jalil laughed, feeling even a little humiliated; that one had certainly beaten his.

“Nice one, honey... I mean, Bro!” Jalil yelled, correcting himself the opposite way this time.

Soon, Marco opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, and the stench invaded the entire apartment, and that sell the deal, changing them forever. This time neither of them wrinkled their noses. They both inhaled that masculine smell that reminded them so much of a locker room after practice, the smell of the couch when they hung out to play video games—what they considered the smell of manliness. All new memories were implanted by that very scent that was altering everything in them.

Marcos and Jalil were no longer that tidy, cultured gay couple; now they were two dirty, sloppy, brainless, slightly homophobic best friends, two bros who lived together because they were the only ones capable of putting up with each other's stench and mess. The rainbow flag that decorated their room disappeared, the decorative pop artist posters changed to calendars featuring big-breasted women in bikinis, the fridge filled with beer cans, the floor with empty cans and dirty clothes, and that stench spread throughout the house as if it had always been there, because now it had—it had always been there.

Marco made a bow, joking, though he truly was proud of himself, sure that fart had been audible all the way to their queer neighbor's room. He put on his soccer jersey, and they were both ready.

This year, the two friends had decided to wear their soccer uniforms as a costume. It wasn't a very creative costume, but they weren't very creative either, and it's not like their straight friends at the party they were going to would care.

“Ready, bro?”

“Always am bro.”

Marco playfully slapped his best friend on the butt, to which he responded with a loud and smelly fart. But this time there were no kisses or embarrassment, only laughter, like the good straight soccer players they were.

Tags: #burpkink #fartkink #latinokink

You didnt mind when ur mom started dating the spanish latino teacher, he was fine, but when they decided to make it oficial and move together, things changed.

Turns out now you had a mexican Big-step-brother, that was as Big as his father but his body size didnt match his brain size: he was dumb asf.

He barely pass his tests even when his dad was a teachar, he belched at the table and walked all over the house saying "bro" and "wey", in briefs, cause "a latino sausage needed Freedom" and cause "farting that way felt way better"

And he really meant. His farts were loud, long, and worse, smelly. The stench imprignated every room he farted on. And you shared room...

Didnt take long Until all your room and even your clothes smelled like his gas. Didnt take long until everything you were able to smell were his stench.

Your friends were excited, couldnt believe how hot your new stepbrother was, looked like a porno actor, with that great natural tan, those big muscular arms and that perfect ass, how little they know, the only thing he used that ass was for...

PRRRFFFFTFFFRRRRTT

He farted while you and your now-stepfather were having dinner.

"Those ones are real protein farts, lil bro, you know why?"

He said proudly

"Cause we eat real protein" said while finishing his beans and meat "Look"

He bend to one side and farted again, loud and proud.

PRRRRIRRRRRRTTT

You could swear you saw the chair seat vibrate under his ass.

"Bet your ass those white boys and his protein shakes cant fart like this"

He was right tho. Not even locker room stank as much as his "creations" - as he proudly called them.

Worst part was when the smell hit his father and instead of scolding his "little boy", he looked around to be sure your mom havent arrived and then

"HAHAHA, YOU LITTLE CABRON"

He laughed while waving the fart away.

"Im glad, You don't sleep with me anymore, poor of your hermano tho, you double cooked those frijoles"

The step brother just smiled proudly.

This was gonna be a long night..., but you had to get used to it, that was your new life now.

Tags: #IQloss #gaytostraight #fartkink #burpkink #musktfs

Ian, George, and Zachary were three of the few nerds left at the all-boys university in their county, where there seemed to be more and more dumb jocks and fewer young men with a functional brain.

History class had ended — the one class they genuinely enjoyed — and it was time for the thing they hated most: sports.

As they walked toward the field, they saw a group of athletes gathered, laughing at one of them performing the impressive feat of making fart sounds with his armpit. What surprised them was seeing Will, a former member of the debate club, laughing like an idiot with the group.

“At this rate, we’ll be the only ones from this generation to leave this lumberjack town.”

“No hands!” they heard Will shout before lifting a leg and letting out a loud fart

— PRIRRRRRRRRFT.

The other two friends nodded in disgust.

With a sigh, they pushed through the doors to the sports camp. They had never been athletic or into sports, and everyone knew it. They were easy targets during strength games and hated the sensation of sweat on their bodies, and stench in the locker room after the game was repulsive. They usted everything sports related.

Today, after another humiliating class, just as they were about to head to the locker room in defeat, the gym coach approached them and handed them some bottles with protein shakes.

“This is just what you need. It’ll help boost your perfomance. Drink it at night, and you’ll see; show those idiots what you’re made of!”

Confused but happy about the coach’s unusual kindness — since he usually acted like just another athlete — they headed to the locker room with the protein in hand, feeling slightly more positive as they endured the locker room’s infamous scent: sweat, men’s deodorant, and farts.

That night, the three friends drank their shakes, and just as the coach promised, the next day they woke up bursting with energy. So much energy, in fact, that they felt hyperactive, unable to concentrate even in history class — something they never thought would happen but all they wanted was to run and burn off all that restless energy.

Their ability on the field was undeniably better, from warm-ups to the game itself, where they suddenly seemed to understand football perfectly and even managed to score a few goals. The other jocks glanced at each other, and the three nerds hoped to see looks of surprise on them... but instead, the athletes exchanged knowing glances.

However, the excitement of their success quickly made them forget about it.

“I can’t believe all we needed was a protein shake!” Ian exclaimed.

They headed to the locker room, where the other athletes soon filled the air with their constant lack of deodorant and gas competitions, but this time they were so caught up in their enthusiastic conversation that they barely noticed.

“U guys think the coach will give us more?” George asked.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Zachary replied, leading his friends to the coach’s office.

PRRRFFFFRRRRT

They entered the coach’s office just as he was finishing letting out a loud fart, leg lifted from his seat at his desk.

“Oh, sorry, boys, you caught me at the right time,” he reacted, waving away the stench.

It was the first time they’d been in his ‘office,’ which looked more like a lazy teenager’s room: messy, trash on the floor, and the same locker room smell.

“How can someone like that be a teacher!?” they thought.

“Let me guess, you came for more,” he continued.

“Uh, yeah, we... We really improved today and were wondering if we could get some more...”

Smack!

The coach dropped three protein containers on the table.

“One for each of you. I promise that with one or two shakes a day for 15 days, you won’t even need it anymore, you’ll be masters.”

“That’s it? We don’t owe you anything?” George asked, surprised.

“What are you talking about! No!, can’t a coach care about his students?” he said, pulling them into a sweaty, musky hug.

“Oh, thank you!”

“Really, thanks, Coach!”

“You’re the best!”

The three friends left, thrilled, and as soon as they got home, they almost immediately drank their shakes. The next morning, they thought one more shake to kickstart the day wouldn’t hurt.

Their energy during class was even more hyperactive than the day before — every lesson felt unbearable. They didn’t take notes or pay attention; they just wanted to run across the field and burn off the excess energy.

When sports time came, they practically sprinted to the field and delivered an incredible performance, which they knew was outstanding. Completely sweaty, they walked to the locker room, each feeling an odd discomfort in their stomachs, but they ignored it.

This time, they didn’t even notice the smell, and they didn’t realize they were practically part of it with their sweaty bodies blending into the odor.

“It was amazing,” Ian said. “Zach ran faster than I’ve ever seen, passed me the ball, I sent it to George, and with a header—GO-OOOOURRRP!”

As he tried to shout "goal," that strange feeling in his stomach finally manifested as a loud, forceful burp. Ian blushed, caught off guard.

“Eeeeeh!”

“Nice one!”

A few athletes cheered from a distance.

“Ian! That’s disgu—agh!” George grimaced as a sudden pain struck his stomach, clutching his abdomen.

“You okay?” Zach asked, concerned.

The pain faded, and George sighed in relief, but as his body relaxed... PPPPPPFFFFFFFT!

He unleashed a loud, rumbling fart that echoed through the locker room, earning just as much celebration from the other athletes. The stench soon reached his nose—and his friends’—and embarrassment flooded his face.

A bit curious about the reaction and partly wanting to make George feel less embarrassed, Zach squinted one eye, gave a slight push, and let out a satisfying:

“PRRRFFFFRRRRT!”

"Ahhhhh" he even said at the end.

The fart reverberated throughout the locker room, and the jocks roared with laughter, clapping like fools. The three friends looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh too—maybe it was kind of funny after all...

As the days went by—and the protein shakes too —their concentration in class worsened. Not only did their interest decreased, but their understanding of the lessons also slipped away. Subjects that once seemed simple and addictive became increasingly dull and tedious.

On the other hand, their performance on the field wasn’t the only thing that improved; their passion for it grew too. The game became all they thought about.

Their hygiene, however, took a nosedive. Deodorant became an afterthought, and the once-offensive stink of the men’s locker room no longer bothered them—because now they were part to the odor with constant farts and belches. Without realizing it, they had become part of Will’s group—the group who laughed at armpit farts and, well, just farts in general.

That day, the team decided to host a grand gas competition, and the new members of the team were eager to show their skills.

“ThEeEe cOONSTeEST IS ARR-ABOUT TO START!” announced the team captain, speaking entirely in burps.

One by one, rows of sculpted faces stepped forward to belch loudly with exaggerated expressions, while perfect, rounded butts packed in tight athletic shorts deflated with long, pungent farts.

The three friends now laughed and celebrated those actions, feeling comfortable and happy there. And soon, it was their turn.

Ian stepped forward with a confident grin, pounded his chest, and let out an exaggerated:

“OOOOUAAAAAARRRRRRP!”

His long burp rumbled through the locker room, immediately sparking a wave of celebratory noises. Motivated by the reaction, he pretended to catch the burp with his fist, shove it back into his mouth, and then lifted one leg:

“PRRRFFFFTFFFRRRRRRRFF!”

A fart erupted, filling the room with a rancid taco smell—maybe gone bad tacos.

“Whew! That one was spicy, bro!” George laughed with a dopey chuckle. “My turn!”

The once-intellectual George stepped up confidently, unleashing a long, loud burp, tapping his throat to create varied sounds:

“UU-UR-UUHRP-URP-URR-UARP!”

The divided burp, made up of several smaller belches, had the entire team laughing even harder. Not missing the chance, Zach stood next to him and pretended to “eat” the burps, then immediately lifted his leg and...

“PRRRFT - PRRFT - PRRFT...”

A series of short, rapid-fire farts burst from Zach’s rear in perfect sync with George’s finishing burps—a coordination worth studying... at least in their minds.

“UUUORRRP - PFFFFT - OUURRRP - PRIRRFIFR...”

The three friends laughed, unaware that with each fart and burp, they weren’t just expelling gas and odor, but also shedding the remnants of their personalities. Their dreams of studying away from town and becoming successful artists faded, along with their passion for art. Now, the game was their only focus... Oh, and girls. Zach and George’s homosexuality was sended away if it had never existed. Zach forgot about his long-standing crush on his no-longer-brilliant friend George and now saw him only as a buddy, a bro. George forgot how attracted he had been to all those jocks with perfect bodies—even though he always denied it, he would never admit feeling atracción for guys so gross and dumb, but now he knew thats how a man should be—dirty, gross... and definitely not attracted to other men. All those filthy athletes were nothing more than His friends, His bros, and that was all he wanted them to be.

A month had passed, and protein shakes were a thing of the past—they didn’t need them anymore. They had energy to spare, rarely attending classes, preferring to hang out on the field with the other athletes.

Ian, Zachary, and George had practically become entirely new people. There was no trace of the nerds they used to be—not only had their minds changed and their IQs plummeted, but their bodies had transformed too, now sculpted and athletic from countless hours of playing.

“PRRRFFFFRRRRTFTT!”

Zach let out a massive fart while sitting in a manspreading position with his friends.

“Well?” he asked.

The coach watched from the field as the new athletic, masculine, heterosexual, and dumb friends played a game of guessing what they had eaten based on the smell of their farts.

“Huh... KFC-style chicken,” George said in a much deeper and slower voice, while Ian just fanned the stench, laughing.

“KFC-style chicken!” Zach confirmed, grinning.

The coach smiled as he watched the three friends celebrate that ridiculous achievement, then crossed their names off a list. Proudly, he walked to the principal’s office and handed over the list.

“All done! Who’s next?”

The principal gave him a satisfied smile and handed over the next list.

“Perfect, Coach,” he said. “By the way, the literature teacher has been sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong—apparently worried about the "decrease on the academic performance around here". Maybe you should invite him for some shakes too?”

“Oh HAHA, love to hear that!” the coach replied. “You know, I think we could give some to every one of them; these boys need real men as their superiors, true role models.”

The man grinned.

“I’ll work on the list,” he said, and the coach walked cheerfully out of the office.

On his way out, he spotted a romantic couple—a two guys romantic couple. Without checking if they were on the list or not, he led them with lies straight to the field, knowing the principal would understand that some cases were priorities.

“Boys, give a warm welcome to the new members!” the coach called out, pushing the pair toward the bleachers where Zach, George, and Ian were waiting. The couple tried to resist, saying they never agreed to join the team, but the friends were already ready to welcome the newcomers properly, just as they knew:

The coach smiled and prepared two protein bottles for the new recruits.

It turned out, with the rising abandonment rates in town, the mayor had begun to worry about running out of men for labor—firewood production and farming were the town’s primary sources of income, and they couldn’t afford to lose them.

They realized that the academic ambitions of young men played a role: the more they wanted to succeed academically, the more likely they were to leave town. The more they worked their minds, the less they worked their bodies...

So the county’s all-boys school came up with a solution: the coach’s special formula.

The formula promised to enhance physical performance and interest while shifting aspirations to something simpler, easier... Well, maybe leaving them with no aspirations at all.

“This is just what we need!” the mayor had said.

It was settled—the coach began mass-producing the formula, distributing it to the coaches of the only other two colleges in town. It was working flawlessly—the town seemed to be filling with more dumb jocks and fewer young men with functioning brains. Just what they needed.

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Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to post, but I’ll make it up to you with this story—it's one of my longest ones so far. I promise the next story won’t take as long to arrive, but I want you to know that besides this blog, I also write other things that take higher priority, and I have a pretty demanding job—that’s why it takes me so long.

Yeah, i write on spanish too cause i'm indeed, Mexican;)

Glad u do!

Tags: Male tfs, Fart fetish, burp fetish, gay to straight, dumbification.

Mark was surprised to see the frat boys cheering on the college pride parade. The stereotypical frat boy would be the type of guy who would call him Faggot.

"I guess times do change" he thought.

He kept walking, proud to show off his ass in his neon yellow undies, he knew he wouldn't go unnoticed.

"Nice ass bro" was told by a guy walking back in the opposite direction of the parade, he seemed to be covered in sweat or some liquid.

Mark was surprised by the guy using the word 'bro', it was too 'straight' for a gay guy, but he decided not to give it importance and just thank him for the compliment and give him a flirtatious smile.

"I bet the farts that that Bad boy can let out are WILD hehe" he said happily, letting out a silly laugh and walking away.

Mark raised an eyebrow. That had been too weird.

"Maybe he's just a guy with a fart fetish" he thought and kept walking.

Soon the parade came to cross under a bridge that spanned the highway, on the bridge was a group of frat boys and parade boys; a strange noise came from above the bridge, as they got closer Mark could figure out the sound. It was... Burps and farts?

Those guys were having a burping and farting contest, and were laughing amongst themselves about it!

Mark looked at them in shock. "Whats happening!?"

- Oh, TheRRES mOoRRE OOR ThE WAyrrrp - one of the pride looking guy said on burping-talking to the group.

- Take care of them - said another excitedly

At that moment, just as he was about to go under the bridge, a jet of water or something fell on Mark and his friends. He looked up to see a Lot of frat boys smiling, holding a hose, pointing it at them.

- What the fuck?! - he shouted

The boys laughed as they continued to wet them.

- Hey! - Mark continued angrily, about to complain, but at that moment something struck him: their voice. It sounded much thicker, much more... Manly.

- Bro, what happened to your voice? - said another guy only to realize that the same had happened to his.

- Bro? - Mark questioned him at the use of that word.

One of the boys opened his mouth to say something and what came out was a long and loud...

- UAAAAAARRRPPPPRRRP

Burp.

Some began to laugh and others - like Mark - began to look at each other, confused, even scared.

- What is happening to us, bro? - said Mark, unable to control adding that last word.

- Nothing, is just your new and better versions raining straight to you, guys

They said before spraying them again.

...

Mark doesn't remember anything about that, not that moment or his days as a polite, femenine twink guy. Mark had always been a stupid, straight boy, who loved cheerleaders, watching sports, and having burping and farting contests with his 'bros'.

So when his bros told him they put something in the beer that was capable of changing all those pride boys into MEN like them, even just by touching it, he joined in without hesitation.

-Soon-UUAAARP - Mark burped after a swig of beer - all the boys in the college area will be men, will be our bros, right bros?

-That's right bro - one of his now frat buddies answered as he scratched his crotch shamesly - so keep watering.

Mark smiled mischievously, and yelled:

'golden shower!' as he put the hose near to his dick, waiting for all those fetish deviants guys to come and make his job easier.

Soon he had a nice group under him, he smiled and started watering.

Tags: fart fetish, burp fetish, IQ loss, dumbification.

I wasn't going to let him win me that job position.

I've been trying hard to be the manager of the company for years, and now this idiot comes along to be the new favorite.

I'd like to say that David just got here because of his influences, or thanks to his perfect body or his attractive face and not because of his intellect and preparation, but... He is all of the above!

It's like a slap in the face to have him around, reminding you how perfect he was.

So when I heard that they were going to announce the new manager and the rumors said it would be David... I started to act. I got a substance on the internet that said that excessive consumption caused a great loss of IQ - besides other side effects i don't even bother to read - and I started adding it to his coffee every day.

At first I didn't see any results, but over time it was noticeable that David was more distracted, little by little I heard rumors that his sales were going down, over time hearing him laugh out loud from his desk became more and more common, which got the rest of the employees confused.

One day I decided to go over to see the reason for his laughter and found David with headphones on, watching a compilation of guys farting caught on door cameras.

- Oh buddy - he said while scratching his crotch - Do you want to see? It's hilarious - he asked me genuinely.

I smiled mischievously.

- No thanks, I came to ask if you wanted coffee.

I continued to administer the formula and quickly the noises coming from his desk were no longer just laughs.

OUUUrrrARRRRRRRP

PRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT

UAAAArRrrp

Burping and farting noises echoed from his office, making all the staff turn to look at him with concern and surprise, except for me, I couldn't help but look with satisfaction, every burp, every fart from David, was one more step from me towards management.

It got to the point where David was just watching videos at his desk, farting, burping, wiping his nose, and annoying the rest of the employees with all of the above, who were quick to complain, the enchantment with David was over.

Soon they announced the new management; me, obviously.

The day I occupied my spacious dream-like new office, I was told that I would be assigned an assistant to share the space with.

"Even an assistant!? This is what I deserve" I thought, until...

PPPrrrRFFFFttttTTTTT

I heard a long and loud fart from the other side of the door and soon David entered, happily, with each step bouncing his perfect - fart machine - ass.

"Empty the tank before entering, boss," he told me straight away as he started to put his stuff on his desk.

"No... It can't be possible" I thought. "David will be my assistant!?"

- Ready to team up? - he asked me while scratching his butt with his hand inside his underwear and then extending his hand waiting for a shake.

I tried to ask for a change but they said they always choose the one who gave the second best results for being the 'right hand' of the gerent, and at the time it was David.

I'm cursed.

Now I have to spend the rest of my days working at this company - which I expected to be my job until I retired - with a guy who doesn't seem to be able to not fart for more than 15 minutes, and at this point most seem to be okay with it, they laugh with him about it, they love him again! I guess it's funny when you can see it and then you can go back to your office, but stops being funny when you have to hear it, smell it or even feel it! for your entire work shift!

At least he can still bring me coffee...

*David's Pov*

I smile proudly as I watch all my office bros laugh at my best trick: farting while shaking my butt. They love it!

"Oh shit, the boss's coffee!"

I finish with the copies and go back to the kitchen for the cup of coffee, while I'm there I take out a small bottle with a green liquid that I took from the boss's things and pour some into his coffee. I don't know what sweetener it is, but I know it's one of the boss's favorites, he always made the coffee he brought me with a bit of it, so he must love it, I'll make sure I never forget it!

- UuUARRRRRRRFRrrrp - i burped - ugh, those eggs from my breakfast are kicking in

Tags: Gay to straight, fart kink, IQ loss, personality change.

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I can't believe we wore the exact same outfit - Teodoro said angrily as he entered to a cheap brand clothing store he found on the way.

He had left a party where another gay guy with who he didn't get along, had arrived wearing the same baggy pants and the same pastel pink shirt, and even the same pink glasses; it was totally humiliating.

"I'm sure he saw my outfit on my stories and imitated it just to annoy me" he thought.

He tried to find a good outfit at the atore but most of them were basic straight man clothes.

At the end, he decided for a crop top from the women's section and some basic jeans.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the brand.

"Relaxed straight"

- More like "Stressed gay" - he said to himself

When he was being atend at the counter before getting into for trying on clothes, the changing room worker looked at him with a strange smile... like mischieveous while drinking a can of beer, something gave him a bad feeling... Also, why is he allowed to drink at work?! But he decided to ignore it, at the the end he was just going to try on some clothes and leave.

He entered the changing rooms that emanated a bad rancid smell, so he began to change immediately to finish soon and scape from that place.

Soon enough he was in his underwear, and when he tried on the pants, he was surprised by how well they fit him.

Happy, he posed in front of the mirror, however, that happiness soon began to be overshadowed by a feeling of strangeness.

A slight burning sensation began to spread from his ankles up, soon the sensation took over all his legs and even his butt.

Thinking that he was having an allergic reaction to the cheap fabric, he tried to take off his pants but he couldn't unbutton them, it was like they were glued to him.

- AHHH - he shouted and immediately put a hand to his mouth when he realized that his voice sounded much deeper.

'Whats happening!?'

While he was stressed looking at himself in the mirror trying to figure out how to take off his pants, he realized that the pants were no longer so loose on him...

It seemed that his legs had thickened, they looked wider and more muscular, so much was the change that the pants went from loose to tight...

Still scared, he turned around with the intention of leaving the changing room and asking for help, but when he turned around he could see the exact moment when his ass swelled... His once flat ass was growing, filling with fat and muscle, until it had a large and enviable bubble shape.

This time, instead of worrying, he couldn't help but smile... Why stress over the fact that his body was magically changing if it was changing for the better? Besides, with that ass, surely his crush Isaac would finally pay attention to him...

Usually he would fantasize about Isaac, the handsome bisexual fuckboy from college fucking him... The idea seemed so sexy, so desirable... But when that image came to his head, this time what he felt was rejection.

"Maybe Isaac isn't my type anymore..."

What was his type? When he tried to think about how he liked men, images of curvy women with big breasts came to his mind.

"This Is getting to weird!" He tought.

Scared again, he tried to take off his pants, but when he reached for the zipper, he found a huge erect dick.

- Huhu, how big - he said, surprised and pleased, while looking at his new big member.

Now he thought: What did it matter if his mind was magically changing if at the same time his body was improving?

- What a nice cock - he said to himself, looking at his reflection with a cocky attitude - it would be a shame not to use it, huh? Maybe im a top after all.

He turned to look at his incredible ass.

- Well, it also would still be a shame not to use it - he said while slaping his buttcheecks - but I guess it still works for...

FFFRRRRFFFFFFFRRRRRP

His ass released a huge, loud fart while Teo laughed with a laugh that was now as clumsily and slow as him.

- Stills works for that, huhuhu - he finished while fanning the stench of the fart, it smelled just as rancid as the changing rooms when he had entered to.

He already had completely forgotten his concern and his plans to escape, and with every more minute he spent in those pants he also forgot the person he was...

He couldn't stop thinking on how good his cock was and how bad he wanted to use It... With a woman, he was craving for some vag.

And every fart he was letting out, Teao was farting away all those toughts that could stress him, his vanity, his college goals, his IQ...

Turning him Just as the brabd name, relaxed straight.

After a while posing for the mirror he prepared to continue trying the rest of the outfit, but soon he realized the options in his fitting room...

A women's crop top? He must have been confused when grabbing the clothes from the counter, he wouldn choose those girly clothes...

He left the now even stinkier room and asked the employee of moments ago for a basic shirt of any color.

- But hey, a man's color, bro - he specified.

Soon the employee arrived with a black t-shirt without a print.

Teo tried it on, it was perfect! Nothing could go wrong with basic outfits of one color.

He was about to change back into the clothes he had arrived to and then go to pay for his new outfit, but he looked confused at his belongings:

Baggy decorated pants? Pink short t-shirt? Pink glasses? Was this his outfit?!

Imposible! He wouldn't go out in that!

- Hey bro! - He said to the worker - Is there a problem if I pay wearing this? My previous clothes were shit, that's why I came here, It was an emergency

- No problem bro, and they do were shit, you looked like a sissy - the worker finished drinking his beer and released a loud and shameless burp - UAAAAARRRRPPP

- Nice one - Teo laughed

- But not anymore, mah bro - the employee continued - now you look relaxed and straight.