#firefighter tf

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

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

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

Not such a nice guy anymore, are you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

… have fun!

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The screech of the sirens damn well nearly deafened Lucas. Two firetrucks careened past him, pulling up to the smoking house just up the road he was walking along.

Ahead he saw a bright red engines stop in the middle of the road, and a dozen firefighters jump out and go to work. They were all dressed in light brown clothing, with orange and silver reflective stripes around their wrists, chest and angles. Amid the chaos, they ran around carrying ladders, hoses and other equipment. They seemed cool and calm under pressure: totally in control of themselves and without worry. Admittedly it was hard for Lucas to truly know how they seemed as many of the firefighters had their faces covered by a breathing mask, but still it was nice to imagine.

Lucas found himself paused now, standing on the sidewalk, and staring at the commotion with his jaw slightly agape.

“Pretty cool, right?” A voice called out from beside him. He turned and saw a row of firefighters standing together watching him.

“Yeah… It is,” Lucas stammered a reply. The whole scene really did feel alive with emotion, and while “cool” wasn’t exactly the best description of someone’s house burning down, being a firefighter certainly beat the excitement of Lucas’ job at the Apple store.

One of the guys stepped forward, away from the rest of them, towards Lucas. He approached with a sooted hand outside. Lucas saw he had a heavy looking metal cylinder strapped to his shoulders.

“I’m Dave,” he said.

“Lucas,” Lucas replied, shaking his hand.

Dave gestured to the people running around them. Lucas saw they were dousing the house with water. Several of them carried large, pointed poles. The damage was extensive, and the situation was dire, but all Lucas could focus on were the firefighters with their awesome equipment, incredible physiques, and amazing jobs.

“Wanna give it a go?” Dave asked.

Lucas simply nodded. It was all he had ever wanted. He wanted to be a firefighter more than anything.

The changes began instantly. Lucas’ muscles grew stronger and thicker. His jeans became tighter as his spine cracked and lengthened. Powerful biceps grew onto his arms, replacing the weak noodles he had before. All the better, considering how much weight he would need to be pulling around. The rest of his frame filled out, creating a wider, huskier and more muscled build. He was bulky and wide but he was still able to move quickly and with purpose.

In his mind, Lucas gained new knowledge about fighting fires and fire safety. Exercising and working out became the most important action in his life.

Dave stood in front, proud of the man Lucas had grown into. “You feel okay, brother?”

A dopey grin spread across Lucas' face. He absentmindedly flicked a tangle of hair out from his eyes. “Hell yeah, Cap!” Lucas responded, his voice lower and huskier now.

“Good. Go get your gear and help the guys air out the second floor.”

Lucas ran over to the truck where he knew his bunker gear was. He kicked off his shoes and shoved his feet into the black boots before pulling up the pants and hooking the suspenders over his shoulders. He tossed his bunker coat over his beefy arms and zipped it up. He grabbed his air pack and strapped it to his back, putting the shoulder straps down with a hard tug.

His SCBA air mask hung down by his legs. Lucas grabbed it and shoved it down over his head. He snapped his helmet on top and clipped his air supply into the front of the mask, breathing the oxygen with a sharp hiss from the tank on his back.

A voice came over the radio telling Lucas to join the rest of the crew at the front of the building and start pulling down debris with a pike pole. Lucas grinned, relishing the excitement of his career. He looked down at himself dressed in brown bunker gear, and ran his gloved hand up and down the rough fabric. He looked fucking amazing and he felt even better.

A lot of people forget that, when it comes down to it, professional wrestling is a performance. Sure, the athletics involved are important, for appearances if not anything else, but anyone who watches wrestling will tell you that it’s all about playing a part and creating a narrative for the audience. Who wins and who loses is sometimes decided before the match even begins, but people really watch for the over the top drama and the fun of cheering on your favorite wrestler. That's not to say all wrestling is fake, or that wrestlers aren’t athletes, but most of what people think of as professional wrestling is a performance. Maybe that's why, despite being openly gay, incredibly scrawny and almost comically flamboyant, you’ve always loved professional wrestling. You love the dramatic introductions, the shit talking, watching heels and babyfaces face off in the ring. You’ve always loved wrestling, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve always been sort of envious of wrestlers. As a naturally feminine guy, you’ve always felt a sort of disconnect from other men, but wrestlers always have this over the top machismo that makes them seem so powerful. You’d never admit it to your theatre friends, many of who don’t know the first thing about professional wrestling, but a part of you has always wondered what your life would be like if you had taken a different route; if instead of spending your high school and college years practicing for school musicals, you had gone into wrestling. Now, I could help you by rewriting your past, but considering your background in acting, I think I know a better way. You might remember, there was an aspiring actor some time ago that I helped fit into certain roles by giving him a set of specially made potions that would temporarily make him perfect for whatever role he was looking for. My idea for you is somewhat similar, but with a slightly different twist on it. Instead of giving you potions, I’m going to give you something more thematically appropriate: costumes!

One of the biggest problems I’ve had with the guy who I gave those potions to is that he is constantly messaging me about refills. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice guy, and I enjoy the extra revenue from selling the potions, but I never expected him to go through so many so quickly. I think he might be using them for more personal use than just acting, but it's not really my business what he does with them. For you, however, I think we should stick with a one time sale, and I happen to have discovered a new way to use potions that should help. It turns out that using potions in dying clothing actually transfers the transformation into the clothing. That does mean that I have to go through the trouble of dyeing clothing by hand, but it will last a lot longer than the potions. Hell, as long as you wear said clothing, you’ll stay in that new form for as long as you do. You’ll even have an altered personality to help you “stay in character,” just like the potions! 

Now, let's go over your costume. Since wrestlers have to wear a variety of different costumes for different performances, and you’ll have to be seen as your wrestling persona out of costume, you’ll need something versatile, something you can wear both in and out of costume. The most obvious choice is underwear, but since you’ll probably want to get naked and check out your beefy body at least once, we’re going to use something else instead. Your wrestling costume, at least the transforming element of it, will be wrist bandages. A lot of wrestlers wear these when performing, so that they don’t accidentally injure themselves when wrestling, so it won’t look out of place, and they’re discreet enough that none of your fans or many, many future hookups will worry about it, at least not when they have your sexy self in front of them, and you are going to be sexy. Sculpted south-asian muscles, a handsome, flawless face, and a footlong brown cock that both men and women can’t help but stare at. As for personality, you’re going to be the perfect, loveable, macho wrestler, a hero who the people can’t help but love and adore. The guy who can charm a crowd with a grin, and seduce a hottie with a look. You’ll play the part of a beloved wrestler, and you’ll love it.

But, just because you play one part very well, doesn’t mean you can’t play other parts. I’ve included a couple other costumes in that package I sent you. I won’t go over them now, but I have a feeling you’re going to have a lot of fun.