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@hamzakare: Letβs get physical, physical, let me see your body talk

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Coach received some worrying information about one of his star players, DE1. His performance at practice and during games was still very good, great even. But it was all overshadowed by some disturbing reports. DE1 's grades have gone up since last season and he was seen walking around campus with a textbook in his hand. Moreover, his turnout at frat events dropped below 100% and he has been seen interacting with multiple nerds at least three times within the previous two weeks.
This was enough for Coach to get concerned, so he invited DE1 for a chat in his office. The jock entered the room and sat in a chair in front of Coach's desk. DE1 was one of Coach's finest specimens - he was absolutely huge. 6'5 and 260 pounds of pure muscle, with arms ready to tackle a mountain, pecs and shoulders prepared to withstand the pressure of the entire offensive line and legs the size of tree trunks. An absolute stud, and perfect advertisement of Coach's training methods.
Coach greeted DE1 and explained why he asked him to come - he laid out all the concerning rumors that were spreading withing the building of the Athletics Department - about his focus on studying and interacting with non-jocks. DE1, in turn, was confused by what he heard and didn't really know how to respond to his Coach's words.
He didn't have time to come up with anything to say though, as right after he finished speaking Coach turned his computer around and DE1 was now looking straight into a monitor displaying a condensed version of one of Coach's trusted hypnotic videos. The jock's attention suddenly shifted towards the screen, forgetting about anything else. His whole body relaxed in the chair, his legs now wide apart and showing off his bulge, visible through his shorts.
As the video showed shirtless jocks working out, then jocks in full gear tackling each other during a football game, then jocks partying and drinking while dancing with only boxers on, DE1 began drooling. As he did, subliminal messages continued to make their way into his brain
DUMB
BRO
FLEX
OBEY
LIFT
PARTY
JOCK
DAWG
The sounds encoded within the video only amplified these commands. Coach looked from behind the screen as his best edge rusher took in everything Coach wanted and slowly, but surely, returned to his proper ways - a jacked brute, capable only of lifting, partying and sacking every QB he encounters.
After a while the video came to an end. Coach took back his computer and DE1 blinked a few times, then wiped most of the drool form his face and scratched his crotch.
"uhhhhhhh, Coach.... what... happened, bruh?"
"Everything's fine. Let me ask you a few questions. What's your name."
"DE1, Coach, duh."
"And who are you?"
"Am the best DE in the conference, Coach!"
"What's your approach to college and classes?"
"Duuuuude, that's some nerd shit, lemme tell ya, Coach, I do just enough to go above the NCAA threshold for scholarship athletes, bro, huhuhuhuh"
"Good, DE1, and do you stay in contact with people who don't play football?"
"Ugh, dude, Coach, me? With a fuckin' nerd? Bruh, am doin' just fine with the dudes on the team. Ain't no one else I need to stay in contact with, Coach"
Coach grinned as DE1 responded exactly the way he was supposed to.
"Thanks, DE1, you're free now. Don't be late to tomorrow's practice"
"Will do, Coach!"
A day later Coach was notified of DE1 posting a shirtless photo on Instagram with the caption reading "who ready for that Alpha Phi beer fest bruhs?"
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A personality altering wish. Wyatt wishes to be more like his douchey and misogynstic brother Chett so he can scare off a girl who wants to date him. Lisa the internet genie enchants a leapord print pair of Chettβs underwear, this containing his essence, so that anyone who wears the underwear gets Chettβs personality. A particularly hot transformation as this leads the usually nerdy Wyatt to act like a very stereotypical masculine character. I do love a dumbed down look! And at the very end of the episode the principal of the high school finds the underwear and becomes possessed by there personality. (I really love the phasing effect they do with the personality take over, they did it in Puppet Love as well) (More weird science TFβs here)

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Elias and Marcus used to think the rides through the forest were the best part.
Warm air rushing past open jackets. Black leather stretched tightly across broad chests and powerful thighs. The deep growl of engines vibrating beneath them while sunlight flickered through the trees like flashing temptation. Every ride felt like freedom wrapped in sweat, speed, and masculine confidence.
Then they found the helmets.
Nobody knows who designed them. Smooth black shells with mirrored visors and strange glowing systems hidden beneath the surface. At first they laughed about them. Put them on for fun. Two handsome jocks flexing and teasing each other in the middle of the woods while polished black gear hugged every inch of muscle.
But the moment the visors lit up, everything changed.
The helmets did not just cover them.
They activated them.
Latex spreading seamlessly across skin like living darkness. Every inch of their bodies tightening beneath perfect black shine until leather disappeared completely under liquid gloss. Thoughts slowed. Breathing synchronized. Voices softened into calm obedience while their new drone personas unfolded inside their minds like a command waiting to awaken.
And somehow they looked even more beautiful afterward.
Massive bodies transformed into sleek black silhouettes glistening beneath the trees. Thick muscles sealed beneath reflective latex while glowing visors scanned the forest for movement. No hesitation left. No uncertainty. Just purpose.
Convert more men.
The helmets understand exactly what every man secretly wants. Strength. Brotherhood. Confidence. Surrender. The freedom of becoming part of something larger than himself. That is why the drones always travel in pairs at first. Smiling. Charming. Inviting curious men closer before the visor flickers alive with those irresistible words.
Coming to get you.
And honestly?
Once you see the shine moving through the forest between the trees, part of you hopes they find you next.
Would you let the helmet rewrite who you are?
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I could really use a cup of coffee!
Can I get a vanilla latte. Whole milk.
How awkward.
You walk right as I'm putting that whole milk in that latte of yours. I'm usually pretty pent up no matter how often I blow my load throughout the day and you've got a big batch of whole milk going right in that coffee of yours.
Yes that's me. Yes this is my work uniform lol. I sweat a lot. All this fur does have its downside. I tuck my cock back in my pants and make you your vanilla latte. You look around Hot Coffee and I can already see your cock starting to get hard in your chinos. This is just a little pop up here in Brooklyn. I don't know how long we'll be here, but as you can see, business is doing well to toot my own horn.
Yes the smell usually hits people first. Right in their cocks. And you're no different. All Hot Coffee locations smell like locker rooms. Mostly because my musk is just so powerful. You fondle your cock unconsciously as you step forward and grab your drink. I can already see the sweat stains under your armpits. It's probably because I'm here that the musk is that much more powerful. Your nice Polo is probably ruined by all that sweat.
But you thank me and grab your coffee. I tell you that it's probably best if you stayed around for a while, winking and rubbing my still chubbed-up cock. You blush and walk away, taking sips from your....surprisingly good drink? You just saw me cum in it and yet it tastes delicious. Your cock feels like it's about to break the zipper of your pants it's so hard. Literally straining against the fabric.
You wander over to the magazine rank and see mostly gay porn mags and erotica, which you thumb through while absently sipping your drink. I'm watching you, not like a hawk or a creep, but I do love seeing what the Coffees do to people.
Like, for example, the cup it came in was pretty big but when you take another sip it's gone already. You could've sworn you've been pacing yourself. Only taking one or two sips at a time. Right? You throw the cup away, aware of just how much you're sweating. You lift your arm out of curiosity and get a noseful of your pit. It's deeply musky and earthy. The scent is making your cock strain your chinos even harder. You're openly rubbing your cock as another customer comes in and grabs a different drink. They don't really pay attention to you don't worry, he just kind of looks at you curiously as you massage your cock through your pants.
He leaves. Imagine him transforming on the train.
Anyway.
I watch you again.
Because I love seeing where the Coffee affects people first. For some it's their cocks. Others their nipples. But when you bend over and slam your arms on a nearby table to steady yourself, I know it's hitting your ass first. You're panting and gasping for air. Literally humping the table in front of you as your cock drools pre. Your asshole is puckering and loosening, the muscles inside strengthening and widening and able to take any size cock deep inside of it. It feels like you're getting fucked doesn't it? A big cock head just going around and around your hole.
Your tongue falls out of your agape mouth as the cheeks surrounding that sensitive, pink hole, start ballooning.
And with that ballooning, all that inflating muscle, your stomach gurgles and some of the fat slides away, makes the journey down to your hips - pushing them wider and straining your belt and pants - and then to your ass, making it bigger and jigglier and bouncer. It's so huge the chinos are screaming, begging. Then they rip. Your underwear is also torn, your pink, puckering hole fully in view. My cock is hard again and I'm rubbing it right beneath my pants. Your back arches and sticks your ass out even further as the cheeks round out, huge, plump, pale.
And hairless.
You haven't noticed it yet but your body is shedding itself of its hair. With every droplet of sweat, some of your thick hair falls off to the ground. Your beard is gone, leaving your face baby smooth, which then causes your lips to thicken and become as sensitive and pink as your asshole, and as plump as your cheeks.
"Fuck!"
You hump the air even more fervently as your nipples start expanding. They're pressing against the sweat soaked Polo. Not exactly chafing, but the erotic assault on your enlarged nipples and the overwhelming heat makes you strip off your Polo. Your stomach shrinks again as your hips fan out wider, ass gets a bit bigger. And those pesky pants break right off you, the button just popping off and scattering somewhere else.
You're huffing and puffing, using your expanding, plumpening, softening hands to tweak your huge nipples. More fat moves from your stomach up to your pecs as the muscles also begin expanding.
"Please!"
You're desperate. I'm not sure how long I can sit here stroking my cock before I have to fuck you. So I walk from behind the counter, position myself behind your huge, beautiful ass, and then begin sliding my hard cock right between those cheeks. Everything's so sensitive, so overloaded, that you literally can't hold it back and you start cuming, further ruining your already stretched and torn briefs. I take them off of you. Let those thighs fatten up. They have to carry that big fat ass of yours. I rub my cock between your ass, feel the muscle of your thighs thicken, your sensitive inner thighs touching those swollen, heavy balls of yours.
I reach around and move your hands away from your tits, pin them behind your back with one hand. I use the other to massage those beautiful muscle tits of yours, which keep expanding into my hands. I'm not even fucking you yet but your body is bucking and quivering as if I am. Your chest keeps expanding with muscle and all the remaining fat left in your stomach as abs start to form on your soft tummy. From beneath my hands, I feel your forearms and biceps balloon. They're huge and soft. So pliable. So cuddly.
You're going to be so cuddly, just a little horny puppy dog with very little in the way of thoughts. I'm pretty stupid but I don't think you're gonna be able to add 2+2 when you get horny. You have to find some way to relieve that pressure after all. Yeah you have no body hair but those pits are thick with musk, hairy, sweaty after a good fuck session or workout. Your feet slip out of your shoes as they shrink to a more suitable size 8. You don't need those big feet anymore.
Your face is so handsome. Totally hairless, plump lips. I'm not even sure you have a gag reflex anymore. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure. When you raise your head and moan loudly as something yanks at the base of your cock, I dive into that ass of yours. You take me like a champ. All 9 inches of me. No doubt your brain is just fried. Your cock is endlessly cumming because your balls are growing and producing more seed.
Flex for me baby.
And you do. You throw your arms up and I get a good whiff of those pits. Your biceps are huge, a small layer of fat making the definition softer and less intimidating. In fact, the last few layers of fat in your stomach divide among your body as everything gets just that much softer, that much more sensitive the skin around your ass and pecs stretched to capacity. Your six-pack is defined, the strength of your core obvious as your waist widens as I fuck you. Your back and shoulders widen and expand. Those shoulders need to carry those tits of yours, support them. And you can't be a complete bottom with horrible back pain from supporting those jugs.
You moan loudly as I fuck you. Your cock is still descending. Shrinking in size as it leaks cum everywhere. You stop at a good 4 inches, losing around 3 full inches in length. But it doesn't matter. You've got this fat ass I'm using. Those stress ball tits you can play with whenever, wherever.
I cum hard inside of you and you follow as you feel yourself get filled up. I hold you, wrap my arms around you and just let my cock do its thing in you. You're whimpering and groaning. I can tell just how happy you are. Those shreds of clothes around you. This beautiful body.
When I pull out you look at me confused and a little lost. You pout a little, rubbing your ass and inching your finger to your hole. Your cock softening but not entirely. You stand up and feel the weight of your body, your arms, your thighs, the strength in your limbs. The jiggling of your ass and tits as you follow me over to the counter, like a sweet puppy dog.
I hand you a pair of purple briefs from behind the counter, because nothing's going to fit you back home. Sorry to say. But I want to show you what you look like, because that Coffee did a number on you.
What do you think?
Oh I think I've lost you playing with those tits of yours.
And your cock is hard again.
Oh well.
I think you remember where you live at least so that's a plus.
But for right now, I'm just gonna let you get used to this heavy, new body of yours.
Oh and when you're ready for round two, or cuddles, I'll be right here.
Eddie Chipp

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WOOF!!!
Took me by surprise. I never had this. Guess this guy had me wanting to switch without me even noticing, got my juices flowwing until I bumped into him when the elevator rattled.
A moment of black and there I was as irritated to see me through his eyes as probably was his dog.
Lppking at him I think I should hit on the guy I just left. Always is a nice starter...