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"What's wrong, son?" Your foreman asked, seeing a saddened look on your face.

"I'm putting in my two weeks." You respond, shying away from eye contact.

"What?"

You knew it would be hard. You spent all of college working construction with these boys, but now that you've graduated, it's time to move on to bigger and better things. You didn't think it would be this hard though.

"You're leaving!? Just like that." He scowls, "I thought we were family to you?"

"I... I.." You stuttered.

"You know what? Since you're too good for us now, why don't you go and play Rich Boy with your business buds."

The words echoed around your head as you staggered backward. Looking down, you were shocked to see your tattered jeans replaced by dress pants and your stained sweater replaced by a freshly ironed suit.

"Go ahead and replace us with stacks of cash. You can get fat and happy while us labourers make all your money for you."

Your balance shifted as your flat stomach suddenly surges forward, quickly turning into a large beer gut that hung out of your suit, which seemed to grow along with your fattening body. You felt your growing man tits rub against your shirt, making your dick spring to life as your nipples rubbed against the fabric. Your pants tightened around your thickening thighs and expanding ass, only being held up by the belt around your large waistline. Your feet grew into a large pair of dress shoes and your hands grew large and chubby, contrasted by the shrinking bulge in your pants as your dick shrinks into your fat pad. And your collar started to constrict your neck when a thick double chin formed over your neck, complimenting your rounder face.

"You can grow old in a nice mansion by the ocean with enough money to do anything you could dream of, and not a worry about the backs you stepped on along the way."

Wrinkles took over your face and your skin began drooping under its own weight, giving you a meaner look. Your ears and nose grew as a jaded frown became permanently fixed on your face. Your hair fell out, leaving only a ring of white hair around the back of your head. You felt thick hairs growing under your suit, making most of your body itch.

"You wouldn't really leave us, would'ya boss?" The foreman asked.

"Course I'm not leavin'! Not till I'm six feet under. Now I didn't come all the way from the office for no reason, our investors want to know how much progress we've made." You said in a raspy voice.

"Good man!" He tapped you on the shoulder, "now we wouldn't want that big brain gettin' hurt, now would we." He said as he threw a hard hat on your balding head.

│ NAME: "Student Bus"

│ CODE: STR-793

│ STATUS: [Active] — in containment, location [DATA EXPUNGED]

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│ EFFECT TYPE: Object and personality transformation.

1. DESCRIPTION

The object is a 2008 Blue Bird school bus, school yellow, with 72 passenger seats. Externally, it is indistinguishable from a regular bus. License plate: [DATA EXPUNGED]. The windows, including the windshield, are tinted. The interior is visible only from the inside. The presence of a driver is unknown; the bus moves independently using [DATA EXPUNGED] and [DATA EXPUNGED].

Trigger: entry through the front door. It does not matter whether the engine is running. The victim can enter voluntarily or be carried in by an unauthorized person. The effect does not trigger if the victim is carried in unconscious. It was discovered and described in 20■■ in the city of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The object traveled along regular routes, picking up unsuspecting students and passersby.

1. PROPERTIES / ANOMALOUS CHARACTERISTICS

Upon activation, the victim experiences a sharp tingling sensation throughout the body. The transformation takes up to 7 minutes. Observers see a flickering yellow light through tinted windows.

Stages:

1. Musculoskeletal restructuring (1-3 minutes) – height change to a range of 180-195 cm.

2. Adipose and muscular correction (3-5 minutes), as well as changes to the skin and personal markings – tattoos, piercings, and scars disappear. Teeth straighten. Minor visual defects disappear.

3. Identity formation (5-7 minutes) – high PSI influence. Further research is required in the PSI Threat Department.

4. All stages are accompanied by physical changes to clothing, footwear, and personal belongings.

Final form: a physically perfect member of a college football team, aged 18-22. The victim's gender changes to male with a 98% probability (regardless of their original gender). In 2% of cases, the victim becomes a female cheerleader. Victims are fully aware of who they were before the transformation, remembering their name, family, and profession. However, the skills [DATA EXPUNGED] are "added" to their brain.

Reversibility: Not recorded.

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│ NAME: "Metropolitan Express"

│ CODE: STR-1055

│ STATUS: [Active] — tracked via global metro surveillance system, last recorded location [DATA EXPUNGED]

│ HAZARD CLASS: Keter

│ EFFECT TYPE: Object transformation, memory alteration, spatial transposition.

1. DESCRIPTION

The object is a subway passenger train consisting of 6-8 cars, including the locomotive. Externally, it is indistinguishable from standard subway trains in the destination location. The train is mostly empty; in 5% of observations, the presence of standard forgotten items (suitcases, umbrellas, hats) was noted. The presence of a driver is unknown; it moves independently using [DATA EXPUNGED]. Attempting to enter the driver's cabin results in [DATA EXPUNGED] (see the Karus Incident Report).

Trigger: Entering through any open door. The effect is only triggered if the victim entering was alone on the platform and only if the described event occurs between 00:00 and 03:47 local time. It was first observed and described in 19■■ in the city of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The origin of the object is unknown.

1. PROPERTIES / ANOMALOUS CHARACTERISTICS

Upon activation, the victim experiences severe disorientation, dizziness, and a burning sensation throughout the body. The transformation of the victim's body and mind takes up to 3 minutes, during which time the lights in the car flicker or go out completely. After a period of time, the victim takes on the appearance, linguistic, and cultural characteristics of a native of the object's next destination. The train car model and interior change depending on the destination.

Stages:

1. Musculoskeletal restructuring (1 min) – changes in height/weight, general build. The victim's gender is retained in 100% of cases.

2. Cognitive restructuring (2 min) – restructuring of cognitive and behavioral constructs, but only within the context of a change in cultural programming. The victim forgets their original language and traditions, acquiring new ones depending on the train's destination.

3. Environment formation (3 min) – changes in the condition of the train, locomotive, and train cars.

4. All stages are not accompanied by physical changes in the victims' clothing, footwear, or personal belongings.

In their final form, the victim is fully aware of who they were before the transformation and remembers their original state and personality. However, behaviorally, the victim is indistinguishable from a native [DATA EXPUNGED].

Reversibility: Not recorded. Research into access to locomotive controls is being conducted by Professor [DATA EXPUNGED].

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│ NAME: "The Refrigerator of Youth"

│ CODE: STR-1117

│ STATUS: Active—contained in an isolated storage chamber.

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│ EFFECT TYPE: Chronological regression.

1. DESCRIPTION

Object: A two-door refrigerator of the [DATA EXPUNGED] brand, model year 1980s. Color: light beige. Height: 178 cm, width: 65 cm, depth: 72 cm. Externally, it is indistinguishable from a standard household appliance, except for the complete absence of any factory markings, serial numbers, or nameplates. The interior consists of two compartments: the main compartment (refrigerator) and the freezer (upper, with a pull-out drawer). During a standard inspection, the unit is inactive when the door is opened. Inside, there are several glass shelves, plastic vegetable containers, and standard lighting; the temperature is room temperature.

2. PROPERTIES / ANOMALOUS CHARACTERISTICS

When a living organism of any biological nature (human, animal, plant) is placed inside the device, reverse chronological regression occurs—the object's age decreases proportionally to the time spent inside. Trigger: being inside with the door closed. If the door is open, the effect is not triggered. The device does not consume electricity, but when connected to a power source, it functions like a regular refrigerator, and the anomalous properties are retained.

The living organism placed inside begins to "rejuvenate." The process is irreversible—if the device is not removed before reaching a critical point (age less than 0 years), it will continue to regress to the embryonic stage, then to a fertilized egg, after which it disappears (presumably, vanishing into nothingness). The regression process is completely painless, and the victim remains conscious throughout the transformation. However, as age decreases, cognitive ability declines, and after reaching an age of less than 5-6 years, the victim ceases to understand what is happening.

Regression coefficient for the Homo sapiens species: 1 minute = 1 year of life.

When extracted from the object, the victim retains full memories of their past life, but their brain physically corresponds to their new age—this creates powerful cognitive dissonance and [DATA EXPUNGED]. The younger the victim becomes, the faster the cognitive distortions occur.

An important limitation: the object only affects biological age. Chronological markers (documents, third-party memories) are not altered.

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│ NAME: "Antisocial vending machine"

│ CODE: STR-372

│ STATUS: [Active] — the location is moving within London

│ DANGER CLASS: Keter

│ TYPE OF EXPOSURE: Psi-luring + chemical-biological transformation

DESCRIPTION OF THE OBJECT

The object is a cigarette vending machine, externally identical to outdated models [DATA DELETED] that were massively installed in the UK between 1995 and 2010. The case is a faded red, with numerous scratches, marker inscriptions, and impact marks on the bottom. The glass of the showcase is cracked, the backlight inside either does not work, or randomly flashes yellow-white light. There is no information about the manufacturer or service organization on the top panel, and all serial numbers have been deleted.

The facility is not connected to the electrical network — a technical check showed that there is no power cable, but the internal mechanism continues to function independently, and the backlight and coin acceptance systems operate without an external power source. The machine accepts only coins (denominations of 50 pence, 1 and 2 pounds, depending on the brand of cigarettes). Paper bills and bank cards are not accepted, although the corresponding slots are available.

A special characteristic of the object is a powerful psi effect that begins to affect potential victims from a distance of 10 to 50 meters. The effect is expressed as follows:

The victim begins to experience a sudden, inexplicable desire to smoke (even if they have never smoked before).

The victim feels that she has coins in her pocket

The victim loses the ability to critically assess the situation.

The psi effect increases at night (from 22:00 to 05:00) and in the complete absence of witnesses nearby.

The object appears exclusively in sparsely populated places: backyards of shopping malls, underpasses, parking lots at closed pubs, dead ends of residential areas (estates), deserted alleys in industrial areas. The frequency of appearance varies: an object can stay in one place from 1 to 7 days, after which it spontaneously moves to another location within a radius of 5-15 miles.

PROPERTIES / ABNORMAL CHARACTERISTICS

After the victim succumbs to the psi effect, goes to the vending machine and makes a purchase, the transformation process starts. The machine emits a characteristic mechanical click, after which a standard pack of cigarettes appears in the dispensing tray (the brand is usually low-cost). The transformation itself begins 30-120 seconds after the victim picks up the pack.

Stages of transformation:

Stage 1: Physiological restructuring

The facial features become rougher

The skin on the face and hands becomes covered with small blackheads, peeling, and pores expand. The complexion becomes sallow.

Nails turn yellow, stable dirt appears under them (analysis showed a mixture of earth and nicotine resin)

Body odor abruptly changes to heavy, sour, with distinct notes of cheap deodorant and unwashed synthetic clothing.

Hair becomes greasy, unkempt

stage 2: Dressing room intervention

The victim's clothes are completely replaced by a typical chava outfit.:

Tracksuit (usually dark blue, grey or black, with white stripes on the sides) from cheap brands.

A massive "gold" chain around the neck (8-12 mm thick, traces of gilding on the skin).

Baseball cap or beanie hat

Shoes are replaced with dirty white sneakers (a model imitating the "Reebok Classic" or "Nike Air Max" with obvious signs of forgery).

The victim's wallet/purse is completely emptied, turning into a purse; instead of money, there are checks from bookmakers.

Stage 3: Behavioral and Speech Rewriting

The gait becomes swaggering, the shoulders lean forward, the head is slightly tilted, the gaze is aggressive from under the brows.

Facial expressions become rougher: there is a constant expression of discontent or contempt for others.

The victim acquires an obsessive need to smoke.

Speech is completely changing: complex grammatical constructions disappear, Cockney-rhyming slang appears, an abundance of obscenities and threatening constructions. The victim cannot speak his original language without a characteristic chav accent - even if he tries, the words become distorted, pronunciation becomes stringy, guttural, with swallowing endings.

Cognitive abilities do not decrease physically (IQ remains the same), but the victim is unable to use logic and intelligence in everyday life.

Reversibility: possible in the first 6 hours after transformation by forcible administration of a powerful tranquilizer, isolation from tobacco and alcohol for 72 hours, and intensive psychotherapy. The efficiency is 34% (according to 12 documented attempts). After 6 hours, the changes become permanent.

VICTIM MONITORING PROTOCOLS

3.1 OBSERVATION PROTOCOL No. 1

SUBJECT: Jackson Harris (originally 24 years old, professional athlete, middle—distance runner, height 185 cm, weight 78 kg, muscle mass, clear skin, short haircut)

CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INCIDENT:

The subject was doing an evening jog along the route he had been using for the last 3 years. The highway passed through an industrial area in the Croydon area. At about 22:35, the subject lost his way, and later testified that he "did not remember turning into the alley." When asked why he went there, he replied:

«Dunno, bruv. Just felt like I needed a fag, yeah? I don’t smoke. Never did. But I felt it in me chest, like a proper craving. Thought I’d go mad if I didn’t get one. So I went. Saw the machine. Red one, old school. Had the cash in me pocket, innit? Two quid. Never carry cash, but it was there. Must've been a sign."

DATE OF TRANSFORMATION: 03/15/20[DATA DELETED]

PURCHASE TIME: 22:47

START TIME OF TRANSFORMATION: 22:48

COMPLETION TIME: 22:53

INITIAL OBSERVATION (4 hours after transformation):

The subject was in the parking lot of a diner with two other chavs. When he saw the agents, he showed no alarm and continued smoking. He said,

"Wot, are you too good for me fags? Bet you smoke them posh ones, with the fancy filter. You’re a mug, you are. I'll bang you out if you don't watch your tone."

PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (after 48 hours):

The subject demonstrates a complete split of subpersonality. He is disoriented in space, refuses to help, and clumsily apologizes for his rudeness.

additionally: When trying to run (a provocative test), the subject showed significant loss of coordination and shortness of breath after 100 meters, while responding aggressively to the remarks.

STATUS: The subject has been placed under surveillance. Long-term monitoring with periodic documentation of changes is recommended.

3.2 MONITORING PROTOCOL No. 2

SUBJECT: Harry Thompson (originally 19 years old, sports college student, workout athlete, height 183 cm, weight 75 kg, clear skin, toned physique)

CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INCIDENT:

The subject was exercising at an outdoor sports ground in the Brixton area around 23:00. According to witnesses (other visitors to the site), Harry suddenly interrupted training, threw a bottle of water and walked away towards an abandoned warehouse. The witnesses did not attach any importance to this. Harry returned 15 minutes later, but the witnesses did not recognize him — he was wearing a black tracksuit, smoking and drinking an energy drink. The witnesses contacted the police, who sent a signal to us.

DATE OF TRANSFORMATION: 03/22/20[DATA DELETED]

PURCHASE TIME: 23:08

START TIME OF TRANSFORMATION: 23:09

COMPLETION TIME: 23:14

PHYSICAL ASSESSMENT:

The subject lost approximately 4 cm of height (from 183 to 175-176 cm). Muscle mass has decreased by 15-20%, and there is swelling of the face and limbs. Lungs are signs of initial tobacco intoxication (taking into account the fact that the subject smokes for no more than 48 hours — accelerated tissue degradation). Cardiovascular system — the indicators correspond to a person who leads a sedentary lifestyle with excessive alcohol and nicotine consumption.

BEHAVIORAL OBSERVATIONS:

Within 6 hours after the transformation, the subject smoked 2 packs of cigarettes, drank 4 cans of energy drink, came into conflict with two passers-by (verbal aggression), and tried to "borrow" money from a random passerby to buy another pack.

STATUS: The subject has been placed under surveillance. On the 3rd day after the transformation, he refused to eat, demanding "only cigarettes and energy." Forced feeding has been introduced. The forecast is negative.

DIRECTION [DATA DELETED]

3.3 MONITORING PROTOCOL No. 3

THE SUBJECT: Vincent Fraser (originally 25 years old, student of the School of Art, specializing in sculpture and ceramics, height 180 cm, weight 72 kg. Toned physique)

CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INCIDENT:

The subject was returning from the workshop at about 11:30 p.m. He usually used the route through the park, but this time, as the analysis of his phone showed, the route changed: he turned into an industrial area, which he had never done before. The surveillance footage showed that the subject was walking with an "absent look", stopped at a red vending machine, took out coins, made a purchase and remained standing in place for 3 minutes. Then he walked away from the vending machine, sat on the curb and lit a cigarette. The camera recorded his transformation.

The initial interrogation (was conducted 12 hours after the transformation.

DATE OF TRANSFORMATION: 03/28/2025

PURCHASE TIME: 23:41

START TIME OF TRANSFORMATION: 23:42

COMPLETION TIME: 23:47

CHARACTERISTIC LINES:

"Art? What a waste of time, bruv. All those hours in the studio, chisellin’ away at rocks. For what? Now I’ve got somethin’ real. I’ve got fags. I’ve got mates. I’ve got a proper life.»

STATUS: [DATA DELETED]

CONCLUSION OF THE TECHNICAL DEPARTMENT

The STR-372 object is an anomalous vending machine with a powerful psi effect that causes victims to have an uncontrollable craving for tobacco and the subsequent total personality transformation according to the type of chav subculture. The danger level is classified as Keter due to the growing number of victims and the inability to predict the location of the object.

RECOMMENDED CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL:

Monitoring: Establish a network of observers in industrial areas and on the outskirts of London, especially in the areas of Croydon, Brixton, Lewisham and the East End. Record all messages about the appearance of "red vending machines" from 22:00 to 05:00.

Localization and physical destruction: Upon detection of an object, immediate disposal with a sledgehammer. It is recorded that the object is being restored in another location within 48-72 hours, however, this gives a temporary delay and reduces the number of victims. The use of heavy machinery (excavators, bulldozers) has shown great efficiency.

Working with victims: All identified victims are subject to compulsory hospitalization with round-the-clock supervision, isolation from tobacco and alcohol, and a course of cognitive behavioral therapy for up to 6 hours from the moment of transformation.

│ NAME: "Matryoshka Doll"

│ CODE: STR- 2055

│ STATUS: [Active] — Is contained in the area for abnormal bulky objects

│ HAZARD CLASS: Safe

│TYPE OF EXPOSURE: Contact teleportation + Genomic transformation

DESCRIPTION OF THE OBJECT

The object is a decorative matryoshka doll installation created by an unknown craftsman presumably in the 2000s. Height — 398 cm, base diameter — 252 cm. The weight is approximately 1,200 kg. The material is solid wood (the breed has not been identified, dendrological analysis has shown a structure that does not correspond to any known species, the wood has abnormal density and resistance to external influences). The painting is made in the traditional Russian style: red, gold, green and black colors, ornaments with floral patterns. On the central part there is an image of a woman's face in a headscarf with rosy cheeks and a smile. On the lower part there is an inscription in Cyrillic: "MOTHER RUSSIA". (Россия-Матушка)

The object was discovered during field work investigating a series of disappearances at a traveling exhibition of folk crafts in the city of New-York at[DATA DELETED]. During the dismantling of the exhibition, it turned out that the matryoshka doll was not included in the inventory of exhibits and was not listed in the documents. Attempts to contact the organizers of the exhibition failed — all those responsible for the formation of the exhibition denied the existence of the object. The anomaly was removed and placed in a bulky anomaly containment area.

PROPERTIES / ABNORMAL CHARACTERISTICS Features of abnormal activity: the object does not show activity when it is near a group of people (more than 2 people). However, at the moment when there is only one person left next to him, the object is activated. The process takes 0.3 seconds — the victim instantly disappears and finds himself inside the matryoshka doll. An external examination shows no signs of penetration — the surface of the matryoshka remains intact. The internal volume of the object, according to the scan data, allows it to be located in a kind of hollow space filled with a gel-like liquid (the space inside is non-Euclidean and has a volume sufficient to accommodate a person). The victim is kept inside the facility in suspended animation for 10 days. At this time, transformation processes are taking place. After 10 days, the matryoshka doll opens (it divides along the natural connection line of the parts), and the victim comes out. The facility closes automatically. The transformation takes place completely inside the matryoshka doll. The victim is unconscious, the pose is fetal, the arms are crossed over the chest. The transformation process is not accompanied by pain (according to the victims).

Transformation stages (data obtained by remote monitoring of vital signs through sensors installed in one of the controlled experiments): Stage 1: Reset of external characteristics (1-12 hours)

Hair and nails fall out.

The skin flakes off (full molt).

Clothes completely disintegrate at the molecular level.

Tattoos, scars, piercings, birthmarks disappear. Stage 2: Genetic rewriting (12-48 hours)

The victim's DNA is completely rewritten. The new genetic code corresponds to the average parameters of a man of Russian origin (Y-chromosomal haplogroup R1a, characteristic markers of northeastern Europe). The original genes are preserved in a minimum amount (less than 2%) to ensure the compatibility of biological tissues.

There is a restructuring of all body systems: height is adjusted to the range of 178-195 cm (average 185 cm). Weight — 85-100 kg (average — 92 kg). The skeleton is being rebuilt: the shoulders are expanding, the arms are lengthening, and the shape of the chest is changing. Stage 3: Physiological adjustment (48-120 hours)

Typical "Slavic" facial features are formed: straight nose, rounded cheekbones, wide chin, fair skin with a slight blush.

The hair color changes to light (light brown or light brown), the structure is straight hair, thick.

The eyes turn blue or gray.

Extensive hair appears on the chest, arms and legs.

A thick beard begins to grow (by the end of the 10th day, the length reaches 3-5 cm). Stage 4: Language and cultural implantation (120-240 hours)

The victim acquires the ability to speak Russian with a clear, literary pronunciation without regional peculiarities. At the same time, the original language is also preserved, but with a pronounced Russian accent.

Skills are implanted: the ability to read and write in Cyrillic, knowledge of the basics of Slavic culture.

Behavior changes: the victim becomes more calm, phlegmatic. Final form: physically indistinguishable from a native Russian male aged 28-35 years. The victim retains memories of a past life. The abnormal object does not cause fear or disgust in the victim; on the contrary, the victim feels calm in the presence of STR-2055. Reversibility: not fixed. Presumably impossible without the use of other anomalies.

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William Smith was a 20-year-old art history student from Boston. Slim build. With shaggy dark hair. Unremarkable and taciturn. He was never interested in Russia. He knew that somewhere there was such a country, big, cold, with vodka and bears, in which in recent years everything had not been very good with politics and human rights. On that ill-fated day, he found himself at an exhibition of folk crafts in New York. A friend invited him after the lecture and said,

"There is an amazing wood carving there." William went out of politeness.

He wandered between the stands with African masks, glass jugs, paintings from different eras and stopped in front of a huge matryoshka doll, which stood in a separate small hall surrounded by several tables with an exhibition of Russian culture: shawls, folk musical instruments and pottery. She was big and beautiful. It's extraordinary. Bright colors, a smiling face on the central part. William felt himself drawn to her like a magnet. There were no customers around. No curators of the exhibition. "Beautiful work," he said aloud. William came closer and touched the tree with his hand. The world has disappeared.

He didn't feel anything. Just darkness and silence. He sank into oblivion like into warm water. Everything that was before is gone. All that remained was a sleepy feeling of comfort. He was asleep. Ten days. He was dreaming of something strange. Places he didn't know: fields and meadows, strange stone squares with crowds of people. He woke up when the matryoshka doll opened. A bright light hit my eyes. William fell out and fell to the floor. He was naked, covered in some kind of slime. He was shivering from the cold. He stood up. He grabbed the table to steady himself. His hand was someone else's. Hairy. Huge and strong. William raised his other hand and stared at it in horror. The fingers are thick and wide. Some people began to gather around: mostly visitors and security guards of the same exhibition, who looked in surprise at the tall, muscular man. Which has just fallen out of the exhibition copy. William found a mirror in the showroom. A tall, bulky man was looking at him from the reflection. Blond hair, full beard, broad shoulders, ruddy face. Blue eyes.

William was horrified and said, "Какого хрена со мной случилось?!" ("What the fuck happened to me?!") He was even more stunned. The voice was low, thick, with a soft rolling sound. And the words didn't sound like native English at all. "Что со мной?" (What happened to me?") he said in pure Russian. He tried to collect his thoughts. He knew his name… right? William.. Damn.. The memories were confused. Meanwhile, security surrounded the area and William heard the sounds of police sirens and walkie-talkies.

"Извините"("I'm sorry,") he said, addressing the nearest security guard. The voice sounded soft, with a strange lilt. — Я не знаю, что произошло. Я просто смотрел на экспонаты." (I do not know how it happened. I was just looking at the exhibits.")

Half an hour later, William was sitting quietly in the interrogation room, covered with a blanket. The first confusion passed, and William examined his new body with interest. At first, the police asked questions. Standard procedure. Then other people appeared. Similar to the FBI. But William felt it. That they're not from the FBI. The agents spoke to him in English. He answered with a stereotypical Russian accent. The interrogation lasted about an hour, after which the agents strongly recommended that they go with them. They gave him suitable clothes and led him through long corridors to his car. As far as William could understand, he was being taken to an adaptation center. Where they will be placed under supervision until all the circumstances of his sudden change of appearance are clarified.

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VICTIM MONITORING PROTOCOLS 3.1 OBSERVATION PROTOCOL No. 1 SUBJECT: William Smith (originally 20 years old, American, student, height 175 cm, weight 68 kg, asthenic build, dark hair, brown eyes) POST-TRANSFORMATION: William Smith (looks 28 years old, height 185 cm, weight 94 kg, solid build, brown hair, thick beard 4 cm, blue eyes) DATE OF TRANSFORMATION:[Data Deleted] INITIAL SURVEY (half an hour after the exit): "I woke up and was… to others. The body is heavy. Strong. The hands are not mine. I looked at myself and saw a stranger. Russian. I do not know what is going on. Will you help me?" PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (after 30 days): The subject demonstrates full adaptation to the new identity. She answers English questions with a delay, choosing her words. He speaks Russian fluently. He takes the initiative in studying Russian culture. STATUS: The subject has been adapted. Relocation to a Russian-speaking environment for full integration is recommended. 3.2 MONITORING PROTOCOL No. 2 THE SUBJECT: Christopher "Chris" Locke (originally 33 years old, African—American from Chicago, height 180 cm, weight 82 kg, dark hair, black eyes, clean-shaven) POST-TRANSFORMATION: Christopher Locke (looks 30 years old, height 191 cm, weight 102 kg, light brown hair, blue eyes, thick reddish beard) DATE OF TRANSFORMATION: [DATA DELETED] LOCATION: New York, USA CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INCIDENT: The incident occurred almost immediately after the first incident. The cordon of the facility was not carried out properly, and the perpetrators are subject to disciplinary action. Chris Lock came to the exhibition with a girl. According to the witness, she was distracted by a stand with clay toys, and he went to the matryoshka doll. The girl saw how he touched the matryoshka doll and just disappeared. She screamed. A reinforced squad of agents arrived 30 minutes later. The object was seized before Chris came out. Our team watched the matryoshka doll for 10 days. On the 10th day, it opened, and Chris came out. PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT: The subject demonstrates a state of unmotivated euphoria associated with a new identity. Sabotages contacts with agents. Started trying to leave the holding area. Shows aggression. STATUS: The subject is subject to long-term observation. It is recommended to use sedatives and limit contact

4. EXPERIMENTAL NOTES EXPERIMENT #004 operator: Dr. E.Orlova, Moscow branch of the Department. Specialist in Russia. SUBJECT: D-4409 (Heinrich Muller, 45 years old, German, volunteer) method: The subject is placed next to the subject alone. The object has been activated. The subject was inside for 10 days. RESULT: The subject came out transformed. Initial data: height 168 cm, weight 65 kg, dark hair, brown eyes. Final data: height 183 cm, weight 92 kg, brown hair, blue eyes. The subject speaks Russian fluently, and German with a strong accent.

EXPERIMENT #007 operator: Dr. E. Orlova SUBJECT: D-4501 (Maria Rodriguez, 27 years old, female, Mexican) method: The subject is placed next to the subject alone. result: The object was not activated. After repeating the experiment with other women, it was also unsuccessful. conclusion: The object affects only men. Women don't transform.

EXPERIMENT #011 operator: Dr. E.Orlova SUBJECT: D-4602 (Zhang Wei, 31 years old, male, Chinese) method: The subject is placed next to the facility with a group of 4 researchers. result: The object was not activated. There was no transformation. conclusion: To activate the object, the victim must be completely alone in the room. The presence of witnesses (even behind the wall) blocks the effect

As he got into the car though, the loose fabric suddenly became tighter and restrictive. He wasn't sure why. He tried to ignore it, but it felt like it was getting smaller and smaller. Also, he started to feel something underneath, rubbing up against it. Body hair? He wasn't a very hairy guy, but it definitely felt like hair rubbing against the fabric.

The shirt became so tight it was hard to breathe. It was hot too, and he had started sweating profusely. The smell of musk filled the car, as dark sweat stains began to grow around the pits of the shirt. Suddenly there was a POP noise, and he felt the pressure release a little. Then another, and another. He looked down, and saw the buttons on the shirt had been so strained, they'd begun to pop off, freeing more and more of his new, massive gut. He stared in shock at his newfound belly, covered in gray fuzz. Looking in the mirror, he could see the changes extended to his face too, with silvery hair, a thick beard, and chubby cheeks. He looked a lot like his dad, he thought. And, oddly enough, he found that he didn't mind. He looked kinda hot this way actually...

"What's wrong, son?" Your foreman asked, seeing a saddened look on your face.

"I'm putting in my two weeks." You respond, shying away from eye contact.

"What?"

You knew it would be hard. You spent all of college working construction with these boys, but now that you've graduated, it's time to move on to bigger and better things. You didn't think it would be this hard though.

"You're leaving!? Just like that." He scowls, "I thought we were family to you?"

"I... I.." You stuttered.

"You know what? Since you're too good for us now, why don't you go and play Rich Boy with your business buds."

The words echoed around your head as you staggered backward. Looking down, you were shocked to see your tattered jeans replaced by dress pants and your stained sweater replaced by a freshly ironed suit.

"Go ahead and replace us with stacks of cash. You can get fat and happy while us labourers make all your money for you."

Your balance shifted as your flat stomach suddenly surges forward, quickly turning into a large beer gut that hung out of your suit, which seemed to grow along with your fattening body. You felt your growing man tits rub against your shirt, making your dick spring to life as your nipples rubbed against the fabric. Your pants tightened around your thickening thighs and expanding ass, only being held up by the belt around your large waistline. Your feet grew into a large pair of dress shoes and your hands grew large and chubby, contrasted by the shrinking bulge in your pants as your dick shrinks into your fat pad. And your collar started to constrict your neck when a thick double chin formed over your neck, complimenting your rounder face.

"You can grow old in a nice mansion by the ocean with enough money to do anything you could dream of, and not a worry about the backs you stepped on along the way."

Wrinkles took over your face and your skin began drooping under its own weight, giving you a meaner look. Your ears and nose grew as a jaded frown became permanently fixed on your face. Your hair fell out, leaving only a ring of white hair around the back of your head. You felt thick hairs growing under your suit, making most of your body itch.

"You wouldn't really leave us, would'ya boss?" The foreman asked.

"Course I'm not leavin'! Not till I'm six feet under. Now I didn't come all the way from the office for no reason, our investors want to know how much progress we've made." You said in a raspy voice.

"Good man!" He tapped you on the shoulder, "now we wouldn't want that big brain gettin' hurt, now would we." He said as he threw a hard hat on your balding head.

Somebody PLEASE tell me who this is. I want to worship this beautiful creature!!!😍😍😍😍

A small electric chime sounded as Jake walked through the door to the store. It was a new shop, almost the only

open store in the abandoned mall, 'The Sex Shop' it was called. Jake looked around him, a typical kind of store,

large floor, brick walls, long, black tall isles with different pieces of clothing and objects in special

displays around the place. There were people in all the isles looking around at all the different items.

"Well hello!" a voice yelled. A young, handsome man in a suit decorated with a pink tie approached Jake.

"Nice to meet you, uh..."

"Jake."

"Okay Jake, is this your first time here?"

"Yeah" Jake nodded.

"That's great! We have a special offer this week, anyone new to the store gets their first item free! So take a

look around, pick out something you like, feel free to try any of the clothes or toys in the Change Rooms!"

"Uhhh... isn't that really..."

"Oh don't worry, everything is absolutely 100% clean! So get me if you need help, otherwise, enjoy, and change

rooms are down the back!"

"Uh, okay, thanks!" Jake replied, smiling at the salesman's friendliness.

Jake wandered around, noting that the isles had sections like a supermarket and were much longer than he first

thought.

Jake decided to be adventurous and browse the fetish items isle. All kinds of different things lined the walls,

leather straps, handcuffs, masks, even shoes.

"Damn these things are huge! I've never really been one for shoes or feet, but I'll see if I can get into this!" Jake

thought to himself as picked up the absolutely gargantuan size 14 sneakers from the shelves. He walked into a change

room, surprised at their small-bedroom size and spaciousness. He sat down on the seat, wondering why he'd picked the

shoes. "So, how do I go about this." he thought. "The label said they were 'smelly' so I guess I can try that first."

He picked up one of the huge, blue sneakers and held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply. The strong smell of musk,

sweat and feet entered his nose. Jake held the shoe away from his nose, scrunching his face in disgust, but over a few

seconds he felt himself becoming more curious towards it. He inhaled deeply again, the pungent odors hitting his

senses. "This isn't so bad..." he thought. He inhaled again, and again. "Fuck, this is good." he said to himself. He felt his average 5" cock beginning to harden. "Oh man." he moaned to himself. He continued to smell the shoe, then he lost it, he plunged his face into the massive boat. Inhaling and moaning, a wet patch forming in his shorts. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stroked his cock with one hand, the other holding the enormous blue sneaker into his face. "Fuck, I wonder what sexy jock had his big feet in these." he said to himself.

Suddenly he began to feel strange, thinking perhaps he inhaled something toxic, but he couldn't resist, it smelt too

good. He felt a tingling numbness run throughout his body each time he inhaled the cocktail of sweat and odors. His

whole body now felt strange as he continued to furiously rub his cock and sniff the huge dirty shoe. He felt a strange

radiance move from his lungs into his chest. He sniffed once more and felt a shockwave run through his chest. He

stopped, only momentarily, to see his pecs... growing!?

He continued his sniffing and stroking as he saw his pecs swell and expand outwards, accepting whatever was occurring.

He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten with every sniff, a light four pack pushing it's way to the surface,

tightening, thickening, becoming a six pack, growing further with his pecs. His felt his calves and thighs begin to

swell and tighten with strength and muscle, a real jock's legs, his biceps and triceps began to bulge and pulse with

every breath, swelling and strengthening, his forearms followed suit, expanding outwards and filling with raw muscle

and power. "Fuck, fuck, yes!" he moaned, continuing to smell the boats of shoes.

He felt his legs and torso begin to stretch, extending taller than his previous 5'11" height. Inch by inch, he felt

his body slide up the wall as he hit 6'6". Jake felt his jaw begin to move and shift, becoming sharper and more

masculine, his ears and nose changing shape.

Suddenly, his 5" cock began to pulsate and expand. The head of his cock flared outwards as his shaft began to slowly

extend outwards. "Oh, fuck!" Jake moaned, stroking his expanding cock, he felt veins snake down his thickening shaft,

his cock head oozing precum as it swelled wider and wider, 6, 7, 8 inches, his enormous cock continued to swell, 9, 10

and 11 inches. Jake's enormous meat stuck directly out from him, thick as a can, almost a foot long and coated in precum. His balls began to grow to match, becoming larger and larger, swelling, filling with testosterone and semen.

Veins traced their way down his forearms as they continued to swell, his hands began to expand and lengthen. His

fingers thickened and lengthened, wrapping further around the shoe and his cock, becoming utterly enormous fists of

power.

The energy moved its way to his feet, he felt his toes begin to swell, wider, longer, manlier. His feet cracked and

expanded larger, growing from his average size 9 1/2's and becoming larger and larger. He could feel his toes grow

longer, his heel extending, his foot widening. His feet pushed further through the carpet, growing outwards to a

gargantuan size 14, ready to fill his enormous shoes with their long wide toes and soles. Jake took one last breath

out of the massive sneaker and his cock exploded with cum, splattering the room in white slime. He panted, looking

down and wiggling his enormous toes and smiling. Now a jock with enormous feet and a foot fetish to match, he stood

up, put on his huge sneakers along with some shorts off the floor. A part of his now changed mind seemed to tell him

that the smell of his massive feet would not only turn people into drooling zombies but that it was also contagious.

Jake looked at the tiny wet shorts lying on the floor of the dressing room, and his t-shirt was stretched and

torn from his growth spurt. He dug out his cell phone to call a friend to bring him some clothes and to show

off his new jock stud bud. He started to key in his best friend Matthew, but remembered he was working now.

So he scrolled to Bryce's name and keyed dial.

"Hey, Bryce, do me a favor, and stop by my apartment and bring me some fresh clothes," Jake started.

"Who is this?" Bryce asked. The voice was deeper than anyone he knew, but the guy apparently knew him.

"Oh, my voice changed too?" Jake asked, "How's it different? This is Jake."

"Changed? Jake? Your voice is like three octaves lower than before. What do you mean changed? Why dya need

some fresh clothes?" Bryce was suspicious this was a prank.

"Dude, it's me Jake. I just had a growth spurt, and my shorts are wet," Jake said, "I'm in a dressing room at

that new shop downtown. Now go by my apartment, the spare key is in the fire hose box next to my door. There's

a wicker chest of drawers next to my bed. In the bottom drawer are some white shorts and a XXXL UP Pilots

jersey. Go get them, quick okay."

"XXXL will look like a tent on you, what gives?"

"Just do it, Bryce. You'll find out."

Bryce didn't have anything better to do, and was curious, so he said,"Okay, Jake."

He hung up, and headed over to Jake's place.

Jake grinned as he set the phone down. He bent over and lifted his foot toward his nose. He took a deep

breath. Damn, he smelled good.

"Mmmm, my feet reek so good," Jake said. He felt his dripping huge cock pushing into his pec. He extended his

tongue to taste foul smelling sneaker. He felt like an electrical spark leap from the shoe to his tongue, then

he tasted bitterness, and blew his load. The underside of his hin and his chest were covered with like 6

ounces of gooey cum. He wiped off his chin and chest with his all ready wet shorts. He licked the white goo

off his hand. Instantly, he felt his body grow a tad bigger. Then he shifted to get a better look at his balls

under his massive cock. He hefted his cock out of the way, and cradled his now tennis ball size size

testicles. He grinned, he felt even hornier than before. It was a good thing Bryce was on the way. He

scraped the rest of the cum off his chest and chin, but instead of eating it, he massaged the cum into his

stinky shoes.

Bryce found the key, and the clothes. He laughed imagining Jake wearing this huge gear. He shoved them into

Jake's gym bag which was hanging on the back of his front door. Then he started on his five minute walk from

Jake's place to the shop.

The shop was interesting. Bryce paused to glance in some of the cases. A couple of things looked interesting.

He smiled, and reached for an orange box with an intriguing label. He paused, frowned, looked down at the bag

in his hand. He could come back and check this out later. Right now he needed to see Jake. He looked at the

doorway with the sign that read "Changing Rooms." He headed through the doorway. The first dressing room

door was open and the room was entry. The second door was closed. He knocked on it, and the door swung open

to reveal another empty room. The third door was locked, so Bryce called out, "Jake?"

Jake was on the threshold of blowing another load, when he heard Bryce at the door.

He stood, and reached the door knob without taking a step. He opened the door.

"Hey, Bryce, good to see you," Jake said.

Bryce's jaw dropped. Jake was naked. Jake was huge. Bryce took a deep breath, and Jake's pungent scent hit.

"Close the door behind you," Jake ordered.

Bryce opened the door to the changing room. It was dark and he couldn't see anything. The first thing he noticed was a pungent scent that hit his nose and made him grimace. It smelled like dirty feet, sweat, and BO. "Hello?", he tentatively asked the dark room. He sensed a movement and all of a sudden something slammed the door behind him. Bryce instinctively jumped back from the door and the loud noise. In the dark he felt strong arms grab him and he felt something leathery shoved into his face and cup it. Bryce breathed heavily out of shock and almost gagged. The smell was so much more intense than before; it smelled like dirty, unwashed feet. It was disgusting! Bryce tried to struggle against the strong figure hold him in place and whatever was being shoved against his face. He finally squirmed free and stepped back, gasping for air and trying to get the rancid foot scent out of his nose. That was when the light flickered on and he saw his friend, Jake. Well, it looked like Jake, if he was older, taller, bigger, hairier and had much more muscle. Jake looked like a total jock now! Bryce gulped when he saw this man was totally naked, and a thick 10 inch erection was sticking out, hard as steel and leaking precum on the floor. Jake was holding a very dirty and well used size 14 sneaker in his hand too. Was that what was on his face? GROSS! No wonder it stunk so bad. What the fuck?

"j... Jake?", Bryce stammered out in confusion and fear. The new jock Jake grinned; "Yeah man, this is the new me. I look so fucking hot. What do you think?".

Bryce was shocked and very confused. "What the hell happened to you, man, your like... huge! You look like an adult now, your all big and hairy, not to mention.... that", Bryce said as he gestured to Jake's massive erection. "Also, Jake, no offense but you fucking stink, man. And that shoe, why did you put that on my face, that's so fucking gross!".

Jake smiled and stared at the massive shoe; "Oh this thing?". He made eye contact with Bryce and took a huge sniff of the dirty sneaker and moaned. Jake's cock leaked a few more blobs of precum on the carpet. Bryce was shocked by what he was seeing. "These shoes are why I have this awesome body now, they are magic! I put them on and I grew into this sexy jock! I wanted to share it with my best friend, so I called you. We can be huge jock bros together". Bryce didn't know what to say; he thought about the possibilities with a body like that. He thought of how easy it would be to get laid by all the girls at school. He had no chance with the ladies as he was right now. "Well... I mean, it would really help us score with the ladies...", Bryce said, contemplating the possibilities.

Jake grinned even wider; "Well, these shoes, they are magic; they made me forget all about my sexual fantasies about girls. POOF Totally gone. These shoes replaced my desires about girls replaced them with musky guys, dirty feet, and sweaty BO. I crave it now, and I don't even care. Seriously, these magic shoes gave me a real strong smelly foot fetish. Soon your going to have one as well". As Jake said this he took another sniff of the nasty, giant sneakers; "Oh fuck, that's so good. Your going to love that stink soon enough".

"What the fuck?! NO! I don't want to be a gay, drooling, foot obsessed jock, even if I could be bigger and have muscles. That's DISGUSTING! How can you be enjoying yourself, that's sick Jake. I'm leaving, you nasty pervert!". With that, Bryce tried to leave the room. Jake sidestepped and stepped in front of Bryce. Jake was inches away from Bryce, and he was much taller now. Bryce only came up to Jake's hairy, muscular pecs. This close, the thick BO wafting off of Jake's body was intense and it made Bryce gag. Jake pushed Bryce back a little bit, further back into the room.

"Don't try to fight it man. Can you feel the influence worming it's way into your brain yet. Look at these huge hairy feet. These are the feet of a man, and they stink. I bet you wanna sniff them, don't you? They stink something awful now, but I bet that you are curious about how they smell. Go ahead, take a whiff! Give in to your new foot fetish, your new desires".

Bryce looked down; Jake's feet really were massive now. The tops were covered in a thick layer of brown hair, and each toe had a small thatch of thick hair, too. The soles looked really thick and big. They were so much bigger than his friends feet before. He realized he was staring.

"I can see you staring. That initial sniff from the sneaker you got earlier is working. I bet you couldn't even get hard from girls anymore, even if you tried. Your fate is sealed; give in and we can be drooling, horny, feet sniffing jocks together!

Bryce couldn't take his eyes off of Jake's manly jock feet. "I bet they stink so bad! That's so fucking gross! Being addicted to smelly feet, no thank you!", he thought to himself. However, as the seconds ticked on he found he was still staring, and that was when he noticed his 4 inch member was rock hard in his pants. Uh oh, he was getting turned on? Was the magic working? He had to get out of there before he turned into a nasty stinky foot obsessed jock like Jake!

While formulating a plan to escape, Bryce had fallen to his knees in front of Bryce, almost as if automatically, against his will. He willed himself to get up and run, but also, being down low, he was much closer to those wonderful feel. "Oh fuck, did I just think of those feet as "wonderful?! This is bad". Being closer on the ground, the foot odor was a lot stronger. Bryce felt his member thicken up and get even harder in his pants. Bryce looked up at Jake. Being on his knees, he was at eye level with Jake's massive, dripping member. It was covered in hair and gave off a strong, sweaty ball smell. Being this close to his friends cock should have grossed him out, let alone the stink of ball sweat, but he didn't feel bothered. He looked up at Jake. Jake grinned a dope, jock smile as he instructed Bryce; "Just give in..."

Bryce was on his knees, staring at the huge, sweaty, hairy feet his friend now possessed. His friend's foul foot odor was making him nauseated it was so bad, but at the same time, Bryce was rock hard and so horny. He looked at the  dirty size 14 sneakers that had done this to his friend. Made him a hulking smelly, hairy, foot obsessed jock. Was this his fate? He was getting tired of fighting it and wanted to give in, to sniff and lick his friends smelly feet.

That was it. Bryce made up his mind to get away! Using every ounce of energy he had, he willed himself to slowly back away from the feet. "I have to get away! I won't give in! I am not going to end up a gay, foot addicted pervert!", he said to himself in his mind. As he slowly backed away, he kept motivating himself; "Yes, do it! Don't give in! Don't - ". His inner monologue was cut short with a *SCHLORP* sound.

Jake had planted one massive, size 14, sweaty foot right on Bryce's face, his long splayed toes resting right on the bridge of his nose. The musky scent invaded his nostrils and he instantly struggled and tried to scoot away. The foot sweat smeared on his face as he protested; "Fuck, gaaah, pffft, Jake!! Stop, please!".  However, the strong jock didn't budge; he still held his massive foot played all over his friends face. Bryce's eyes watered and his nostrils burned.

"Come on take a big whiff! One more and I'll let you go!", Jake said with a big scruffy grin. Meanwhile, Bryce kept struggling to get away, but Jake was so much bigger and stronger now. Jake's long toes rolled over Bryce's nose as he took a breath. Bryce stopped struggling. "That... that actually wasn't too bad that time", Bryce said, Jake's foot still planted on his face. Bryce closed his eyes and took a deep sniff; he moaned as the stink went into his brain. His cock, painfully tented in his shorts, shot out a glob of precum. "Oh fuck, thats... that is actually really nice, Jake". And with that, Jake smiled; he knew Bryce was gone. There would be no more resistance. Soon enough, he would be a foot sniffing hairy jock like he was.

Taking deep sniffs, Bryce took the massive foot in both hands and began rubbing it all over his face. "Oh, fuck. Oh Jake thats so good", he said. The dirty foot was rewiring his brain. He was forgetting girls and other sexual fantasies he may have at one time had. It was being rewired for only one thing. Dirty feet and man BO. Bryce's cock was so hard it was getting painful. Without stopping desperately sniffing his friend's foot, he took one hand and undid his belt and tried to wiggle out of his pants. Next came his shirt, taking only the briefest time to stop sniffing. Soon Bryce was just as naked as Jake was. "Fuck Jake, your feet are so good". Jake grinned at his friend, and popped a bicep pose. "It's not just my feet that stink Bryce. Maybe some other part of my body could use the attention"...

Bryce looked up and saw Jake with a bicep pose. The sweaty brown bushes in his armpits on full display. The sight of Jake's armpits caused his cock to spurt another bit of precum. "I bet those REEK!", Bryce muttered to himself, sounding almost too excited. Bryce's gaze lingered on Jake's sweaty hairy chest until it dropped down to Jake's bushy groin, his erection massive and jutting straight out. Jake's mouth practically watered and he could see ball sweat practically dripping off of Jake's large hairy sac. This disgusted and horrified Bryce, that he was so turned on by all this, but he didn't care. He was too far gone. He wanted to sniff and worship every inch of Jake's new beautiful body, and hopefully, become as smelly, hairy, and big as his friend was now...

Bryce was staring at his old friend Jake, taking it all in. Bryce's tiny dick was hard as a rock as he stared, mouth agape. Fuck, Jake was so hot. He was staring at his friends now hairy chest. Bryce spied the thick brown bushes sticking out from under Jake's pits. They were so bushy and hairy. Bryce longed to stick his face in them and sniff his friend's stink.

Jake was growing impatient; he knew what he needed to do for the next step in turning his friend into a hairy foot obsessed jock like him. Jake took the nasty dirty trainer in his hand. He took another sniff and nearly gagged at the musk; Jake's 10 inch steel rod spurting a bit of precum in response. Fuck, Jake loved how it smelled now. Jake took the dirty shoe and quickly shoved it back on Bryce's face. Bryce gasped and sucked in the musk; he sputtered, trying to get a clean breath but all he got was foot odor. Not that he cared, Bryce closed his eyes and moaned, and almost shot a load. Jake just laughed mischieviously and held the foul shoe in place. "Give in Bryce, let the shoe do it's job".

A few seconds later, there was a loud cracking sound that came from Bryce's feet. They were beginning to grow! Bryce's toes slowly began to grow bigger and stretch longer. His foot grew wider as it began to elongate as well. Bryce moaned, both from the uncomfortable cramping feeling in his feet, and from the heavenly stink from the shoe on his face.

Jake grinned; he could see from his glassy eyes and pounding erection that his friend had lost all willpower to fight. It was all over for Bryce.

Bryce was enthralled in the shoe's scent and the intense pressure within his feet which were expanding within his shoes. After taking a deep sniff of the sweaty musk he attempted to recoil with a grimace and a moan. "Jake... my feet... my shoes are so tight."

Jake smiled and pushed the shoe into Bryce's face harder, ensuring the transformation continued. "They're getting bigger dude." With his will to resist decimated and a new fetish taking its place, Bryce simply moaned at the revelation and inhaled deeply. He groaned again, harsher this time, his toes lengthened and thickened further, pressing harder and harder against the ends of his size 9 sneakers. The stretching and growing sensation spread up Bryce’s legs and across his body, causing him to moan louder and louder into the huge, worn shoe. His bulging shoes were pushed further away by legs growing longer and bulkier. Both of the men could hear the groans of his spine pushing taller and his arms extending.

At the same time, the muscle growth spreading through his legs moved upward. His legs swelled into large, powerful limbs and destroyed his skinny jeans. Large pecs began to bulge from his front followed by pairs of abs pummelling their way out. Jake grinned and Bryce moaned loudly as long, large toes on what were now size 11 feet burst out of his too small size 9 shoes.

As the feet slid out past size 12, Bryce’s arms twitched with muscular growth. Biceps bulged outward and obliterated the remainder of his shirt as the growth rippled down his forearms. His hands clenched around the back of Jake’s huge paw that was holding the shoe to his face as they exploded in size. Hair poured out of the backs of them and across his arms, abs, legs, and feet.

Bryce’s moans were becoming gruff and desperate as his voice deepened and his head creaked larger with more typically manly features. He was quickly looking more and more like a dumb, sexy frat boy than the average man he once was.

As the huge, hairy size feet passed size 13, Bryce’s cock started to extend and thicken. He groaned loud and deep into the smelly shoe as his dick pressed outward past 5, 6 then 7 inches. He could feel his balls inflating and dropping lower, filling with fresh cum and overloading his body with hormones as it stretched to 8 inches. His cock responded to the jolt of testosterone and expanded again to 9 then 10 inches.

Bryce felt himself about to cum, sealing his transformation forever. His eyes fluttered open, looking down in awe and lust at the big, beautiful size 13s he now had. Jake’s size 15s standing just in front of his own made his cock quiver. He wanted feet as big and manly as those, and so he resisted the end of his changes and pressed the shoe into his face unassisted.

“Hell yeah man, grow them huge” Jake moaned, knowing exactly what Bryce was attempting. Bryce sniffed the shoe hard, gasping as he resisted the urge to cum and feeling his feet stretch just a little larger. He repeated this, again and again, holding back the urge to yell in pleasure as he prolonged the inevitable and pushed his feet to size 14. The sensation and knowledge that his feet were becoming huge was overwhelming. The toes pushed out even longer, finally bringing his feet to the same size 15s as Jake’s.

Bryce gripped Jake’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees and pressed his huge, musty size 15 into Jake’s face. He continued to inhale, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. Jake moaned as the foot grew even larger against his face. Size 16 was going to be the limit as Bryce dropped the shoe and yelled, shooting cum across the room and locking in his fate.

Jake meanwhile inhaled Bryce’s new scent and felt a familiar pressure in his own feet. “Oh yeah,” he moaned as his huge feet pulsed with new growth fuelled by Bryce’s musk. His feet stretched an additional size to match Bryce’s, causing the jock to cum again just like Bryce had.

The pair of big-footed jocks clasped their right hands together and pulled into a brief, sexually charged hug.

The message read, "Hey dude, you still haven't paid the $500 you owe after the deposit."

I rolled my eyes. This fucking guy. Showed up only an hour early after I told him to be there two hours before, mixed in music that nearly gave my grandmother a heart attack with those foul lyrics, and the guy kept staring at me with a strange smirk on his face. Of course I wasn't going to pay this fat weirdo the rest of that outrageous amount. I decided to just ignore the message. I got another message a few minutes later.

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. We’re connecting to your down south getaway right now! Please get comfortable and prepare.

You’re awakened by someone jumping on top of you. As you jerk awake, your bro gleefully sits down on your face and blasts you with a wet, rancid protein fart. You lick his bare hole with your extra-long tongue in retaliation, making him howl.

You get out of your sleeping bag and look around. All the bros are stirring in the early morning air. Even after a crazy Fourth full of beer, fireworks, and hard fucking, it’s hard to sleep in on the hard country ground. Two of your bros have decided to warm up by double teaming a third, their thick cocks jackhammering into his mouth and hole as his neglected dick leaks onto his sleeping bag.

You run your fingers through your thick ruddy chest hair and snap the waistband of your American Flag speedo. It’s blasphemous towards the flag or whatever, but you figure it’s stood for worse than your big ginger cock. You were the only one to put on clothes after last night’s festivities, so you're like, repping national pride or whatever.

You’re brought out of what has become a gooning session, fondling your bulge in your flag briefs and sniffing your unwashed pits, by a grumble in your stomach. You need some protein. You spot one of the bros, the one with the lowest hanging bull balls, and head for him. With your thick bro muscles and carpet of musky red hair, you’re clearly the alpha bro, so you can take what you want from any of the others.

Enjoy your vacation!

Dr. Angus Jacobson was a prodigy. At just 35, he was on the tenure track at a major university, researching intersectionality and climate justice. Some people thought it was strange that a straight white man from a middle class family had gone into the field, but Angus just laughed and said he had felt a calling.

Not only was he a great intellect, Angus was also always impeccably dressed in semi-formal or formal clothes. He loved wearing suits, or a polo shirt if it was hot, and keeping his hair short and professional. He thought that being presentable was a huge part of getting ahead in life.

As one of the foremost experts on climate justice in the country, Angus consulted with several large corporations on their eco-friendly projects. Often, that meant touring sites and giving recommendations on how to improve the design or the worksite conditions to better help people. He was always unfailingly polite to any workmen that he met while on his tours, but he found them hard to relate to. They just didn’t seem to have very complex life experiences compared to him. And even if they were working out in the heat all day, he couldn’t help but feel like they enjoyed being all sweaty and never using deodorant. The thought made his skin crawl.

One day, Angus was touring a site where a development company was building carbon neutral high rises. He had just finished speaking to the foreman and was walking away, taking notes on his tablet. The drainage system was going to need a big upgrade if the facility was supposed to stand up to the storms that occasionally came through.

Suddenly the foreman called after him. “Hey, Mr. Jacobson, you forgot this!” he yelled. He was a big, burly Black guy, and his voice carried across the whole site. Angus turned, surprised and a little scared. The foreman held out a small, folded piece of white cloth. Angus was sure he hadn’t dropped anything or handed anything off, but he took it anyway. He didn't want to say no to someone like this. It was strangely damp to the touch.

The foreman grinned at him. “See you ‘round, Mr. Jacobson,” he said, and walked away without another word.

Once he got into his car, a little European EV, Angus unfolded what turned out to be a white undershirt, wrinkling his nose at the thick scent of stale sweat and body odour it gave off. It certainly wasn’t his. Maybe it was some kind of prank? He could just throw it out when he got home. Angus tossed it on the passenger seat and started driving.

The smell was impossible to ignore. Even once he was back home, the shirt safely in the trash, Angus felt like it was following him from room to room, infecting everything he touched with the smell of unwashed man. Even after showering, applying fresh deodorant, and changing into his silk pyjamas, he swore the smell was still on him. He stalked restlessly from room to room, sniffing his pristine loveseat, his freshly ironed slate grey sheets, and his immaculate suit closet to try and find the source. Finally, he gave up, resolving that it was psychosomatic. He would just call the company tomorrow and complain about their foreman playing a prank.

The next morning, Angus was walked out of his bedroom confidently in his usual suit. He had completely forgotten the incident from last night. That is, until he walked into the living room to see a beat-up leather sofa in the place of his rarely-used loveseat, the white undershirt draped over the back of it. “What the fuck?” he breathed.

Angus never used his living room. If he wasn’t in his office, he was in his bedroom. He’d only used it for the few times a date had gone well, and a guy wanted to come watch a movie… Something about that line of reasoning felt wrong. He thought it through again.

Angus spent plenty of time in his living room. He had spent good money on a quality sofa to relax on. Guys loved it, too. They loved the feeling of leather against their backs while Angus pressed down on top of them.

Angus frowned. He was versatile, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to fuck on the first date… was he?

Anyway, he looked proudly at his sofa. What the hell was that grimy undershirt doing on it? He must have dropped it there on his way to put it in the garbage yesterday. He snatched it off—how was it still soaking wet with sweat?—and mentally promised that he would clean the couch after work. The shirt went back into the garbage and Angus headed off to the university.

When he got home that evening, he swore that his house still smelled like sweat. He found the shirt in his office, where he must have left it this morning. It was right where his antique phonograph had been… Where his weight rack was, draped over the back. Angus threw the shirt into the garbage, disgusted, then did his lifting while watching a lecture on climate stewardship. He was so glad he’d thought to put a rack of free weights in his office, it let him multitask so much better. He could tell it was having an effect, too, since his arms were looking bigger these days.

Once he was done his work, Angus found himself feeling horny and bored. It was unusual, since he usually ended his workouts grossed out by his own sweat, needing to shower and lie down… Of course, it was normal, exercising always energised him, and it was too early to shower. He headed out to a bar, and a few hours later Angus found himself lying on his couch, grinding against some hunk whose name he’d forgotten. After they came, Angus gave the guy a goodnight kiss and sent him home. He barely wiped the cum off his skinny chest before he fell asleep, forgetting to shower.

Things continued this way for a few days. Angus kept on finding the shirt, still wet, sitting on a his furniture. He kept on getting hookups, at least one a day. After a few days, he couldn’t smell the sweaty shirt anymore. Between his lifting bench, sofa, unwashed sheets, and dirty laundry bin, there was too much of his own smell in the house anyway. One morning, he found the shirt in his medicine cabinet, and he couldn’t find his deodorant… He had a big tub of curl cream, one of his hookups must have fixed their hair and forgotten it.

Angus found himself hooking up with Black guys more often. He’d never had a strong preference for any one race… He’d always loved big, thick Black men. He knew it was just a fantasy, but something about big, dumb Black guys appealled to him. He downloaded Grindr, found himself drooling over pics of thick men in construction gear.

Somehow, the undershirt was in his car one morning. In the place of his nice, planet-saving EV, there was a manual truck Angus had no idea how to drive... Angus loved his truck. He loved to feel like a real man on the road, even if the gas-guzzler did conflict with his morals. It was fine, though, he would just make sure his next car was an electric truck

One evening, Angus found the shirt on the floor of his closet. His precious suits were gone! Instead there was… The shirt had been hard to find, since most of Angus’s clothes were similar casual wear, half of it dirty on the floor of the closet. Even his work suits weren’t washed nearly often enough, giving off a bit of a stench. Every once in a while, Angus would see someone’s nostrils flare when they walked past him, catching his manly musk on the air. It gave him such a feeling of power and masculinity.

Lounging on his leather sofa in a pair of threadbare boxers, Angus was scrolling Grindr when he got a message. “Hey man, you ready yet?” It wasn’t from anyone he knew, except… It was from the foreman of the work site. His profile was full of pictures of him in hiviz gear, sweating in the hot sun. What could he mean? Maybe he wanted to do some roleplay. He was so hot, exactly what Angus loved imagining.

“Always ready for you, baby ;)” Angus messaged back. A few minutes later, he was texting the foreman his address, excited to see him again.

Just before he let the guy in, Angus realised he needed to put on a shirt. He had nothing clean. There was an undershirt sitting where his bedside table should be… Over his bong. He should wipe that down, see if the foreman wanted to smoke up after sex. He threw on the shirt and went to answer the door.

The foreman looked approvingly around Angus’s apartment. “Looking good,” he said, half to himself. He fisted a hand in Angus’s shirt, almost like he owned it, kissed Angus hard, filling Angus’s mouth with his huge tongue. “Seems to me that you’re way too white and educated for this house. Mr. Jacobson. You live like one of my labourers.”

Angus looked around. The foreman was right. For some reason, despite being a university professor, his house looked nothing like it. He didn’t have an office, just a home gym. He had no suits, no bookshelves, just casual gear and porn DVDs. Maybe it was all in at the university? That didn’t make any sense.

Before Angus could get too confused, the foreman grabbed him. He whispered in his ear, “Seems to me like you want to roleplay. You want to tell me you’re a big, dumb, sweaty construction worker, right, Mr. Jacobson? You want to fuck me with your big Black cock while still wearing your shirt?”

Angus did.

“You like that?” he growled a few minutes later, getting between the foreman’s legs. “I’m gonna open you up with my tongue. I didn’t get any fancy schooling to use fancy words, I just eat guys like you out like you've never been ate out before.”

He drove his tongue into the foreman's ass, enjoying the taste of his unwashed ass. As he did, Angus’s tongue lengthened, his lips darkening as his nose became wider. By the time he had the foreman moaning, his hole starting to gape, Angus’s face was black-skinned, his features strong and masculine.

“Yeah,” he grunted. His voice was deeper, slower. “I work hard in the heat all day, and I fuck hard all night. I sweat and leak so much I basically don’t need lube.”

Angus’s cock seemed to get even harder as he bottomed out in the foreman. He felt a burst of sensation as his foreskin grew back, a continuous stream of precum starting to leak from the tip. The skin around the base darkened, his hair growing in thick and black.

Angus started to rock back and forth as the foreman moaned underneath him. Having this burly Black man at his mercy made Angus feel even more confident. He continued roleplaying. “I’m such a thick Black construction worker, your cock gets caught between our sweaty bellies when I suck your neck. You’re gonna get off with your cock trapped between us.”

He leaned down and started to bite and lick at the foreman’s neck and collarbone as his chest and belly expanded. Angus’s skin darkened as hair grew thick over it, sweat beading as he fucked harder. Just like he’d said, the foreman’s cock was caught between their muscle guts, the foreman’s precum mixing with salty sweat to create the perfect friction.

Angus could feel the orgasm coming. He barely understood the words coming out of his mouth as he said, “Gonna pick you up and fuck you against the wall. I’m a big Black muscle bull, got no brains, just a big muscle ass and thick legs, so sweaty, dumb, smelly…” He trailed off, rocking back as he picked up the burly foreman like he was nothing, slammed him against the wall, and kept fucking.

He felt the foreman’s hands on his juicy muscle ass, tense and round as he rutted against the wall. Yeah, Angus’s body was the product of hard labour, a temple of Black manliness. He was glorious, a fucking god, he was… he was…

Angus came, filling the foreman up with shot after shot of thick Black cum. The foreman came too, his cock still pressed between their bellies, his cum soaking into Angus’s sweaty undershirt.

In a haze, Angus stumbled back from the wall, still holding the foreman off the ground. He collapsed onto the bed with a huge crash. Something had changed… Everything was fine… He was a beast… Angus fell asleep without pulling out.

The next morning, Angus “Beef” Jacobson woke up slow, enjoying the feeling of a mouth on his musty cock. Boss was so good with his tongue. “Morning, Boss,” grunted Beef.

Boss pulled off Beef’s big black cock with a pop. “Morning, Beef,” he growled. “Ready to head to the site?”

Beef grunted. He reached down, grabbed Boss by the shoulders, and dragged him up. “Not yet,” said Beef, lowering Boss onto his slick cock. He started moving his Boss up and down like a fleshlight.

Beef wasn’t the smartest guy. That was how he’d gotten his nickname, ‘cause he was like a big, sweet cow who loved to fuck. He was like a walking stereotype of a Black construction worker: burly, sweaty, musky, and totally dumb. Hell, he’d pretty much worn the same shirt for a week, an undershirt Boss had given him. It was so musky and smelly Beef was pretty sure anyone who touched it would be smelling him for weeks. That was a hot idea.

He didn’t really know much other than the physical stuff, but Boss told him he was helping to save the world, some shit about green buildings. Beef thought that was funny, since the building was grey concrete, not green. He was such a dumbass sometimes. Just a big piece of dumb Black Beef.