#mind change

"Become a Father, Today!" Read the poster on the window of a store called "Father Maker"

One day the store had mysteriously opened up, promising anyone to be ripe and ready to be a father. Wade, who was reading the aforementioned poster thought it was some therapy thing, but the pictures of pretty dilfs on other posters enticed him to atleast... go inside and see what happens. Hey who knows, maybe he'll be a dilf one day. Not that Wade had any plans of being a father.

Wade entered the store and found a very clean building with a male receptionist typing away at a monitor. Wade walks over to him and says hello.

"Ah, welcome welcome. You want to be a father?"

Wade shakes his head, he's just curious about the place.

"I see... well, we offer a high tech machine that takes answers from a provided survey and gives exactly what you need to be a perfect father. It's pretty cool!"

Wade was amazed at the technical marvel that was just described to him, he had to try it now. Wade said as much to the receptionist.

"Alright, perfect. We've been providing free consultations since we just opened so don't worry about payment just head to the hallway on the right and you'll see the machine. Enjoy!" Wade nodded and followed the receptionist instructions.

After some walking, Wade saw the device in the distance and got visibly excited. Wade increased his pace until right in front of the machine. The door automatically opened and Wade walked in. The inside looked very futuristic with a screen installed on a part of the wall

"HELLO. WELCOME TO THE FATHER MAKER. PLEASE FILL OUT THE PROVIDED SURVEY ON THE SCREEN"

The first question popped up and Wade began to answer the questions one by one. The questions asked were mudane and didn't feel related to fatherhood, but Dave guessed the algorithm was super smart.

"SURVEY COMPLETE. THANK YOU. NOW COMPUTING SUGGESTIONS"

Dave stood and waited for a couple minutes until something happened

"COMPUTING. COMPUTING. COMPUTING"

"COMPUTING..." "COMPUTING COMPLETE. NOW ROLLING OUT SUGGESTIONS"

The moment of truth. Wade was dying to know what the machine would say.

"SUGGESTION 1: HAVE BIG STRONG MUSCLES. A FATHER IS STRONG AND NEEDS TO BE RELIABLE FOR THEIR CHILD."

Once the robotic voice began to speak, Wade suddenly felt really hot, his clothes felt tighter than he remembered. Wade was growing. The machine was doing something to Wade. Every muscle Wade had was packing on the beef. First the oh so juicy pecs that pushed out and filled. Wade's nipples also perked up. Any fat was eliminated on Wade's frame as a eight pack popped into the crevices. Then Wade's lats and back muscles widened out. Both of Wade's arm thickened and became large trunks with large biceps and triceps and big meaty hands. Wade's neck widened as his traps bulged into mini mountains. Wade's legs became enlarged, with thighs so wide they were almost touching one another. On the other end, Wade's flat ass grew immensely into a noticeable bouncy behind. The final touch was Wade's feet growing a few sizes. With that final growth, all of Wade's clothes ripped off.

The adrenaline of the transformation left Wade dazed, unable to speak or react. All he could feel was pure euphoric strength. That left the machine to keep going

"SUGGESTION 2: A STRONG FATHER MUST HAVE A STRONG FACE SO THAT NO ONE MESSES WITH THEM."

Wade's face reacted immediately, morphing into an older masculine look . A beard began to form connecting to his hair, which stylized into something flat and basic but still very manly.

"SUGGESTION 3: HAVE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE. A FATHER MUST HAVE A LOVELY WIFE."

Flashes of memories entered Wade's mind. The image of a woman forming. bit by bit, Wade remembers meeting this woman, falling in love with this woman, and eventually marrying this woman. His... Wife. His wife Mary. Just thinking about Mary made Wade's groin stir. So much so, his average sized dick began to elongate into a thick nine inch beer can ready for anything. Such as...

"SUGGESTION 4: HAVE A BEAUTIFUL CHILD. A CHILD IS A TRUE SIGN OF FATHERHOOD."

Wade remembers the day fondly. Of Mary giving birth to her beautiful baby girl, Lily. Wade felt so proud to have a child. A child to continue his legacy and to teach and learn about the world. Wade loved being a father. Just thinking about his wife and his child and his muscles and his looks and his everything. Wade felt ready to burst. Wade subconsciously used one of his mitt hands to grab his dick and started to pump, the machine he was inside not even a thought to him. He kept going, closer and closer to climax, when the machine spoke one more time.

"SUGGESTION 5: CUM INTO YOUR NEW LIFE AS A FATHER"

Wade released and everything went white. When Wade opened his eyes again, he was in the middle of a gym, wearing a cross necklace, a tank top and shorts surrounded by some of his buds. Oh right, he was just about to workout. Wade fidgeted his necklace reminding himself of his faith in god and his beautiful wife and child.

"Earth to Wade, You there?" One of the guys chimed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry was just thinking about my wife and child!" Wade explained to the group.

"Always thinkin' about them, huh?"

"Of course, they're everything to me! But enough chitchat let's get to work!"

Everyone else nodded and all got up from their resting spots doing various stretches, Wade included. it was time to get the pump on!

Wade began the workout routine he had refined over the years like clockwork. From chest to shoulders to arms and more. This is what Wade loved doing. Whenever Wade felt like he couldn't finish his rep, he thought of his wife and child to get through and finish it. He loved them so much. Being a father was his true calling alongside being a bodybuilder.

Many hours passed and the pump today was extraordinary. Wade's chest felt just a bit bigger and the bodybuilder reveled in that fact with a flex in the mirror. Wait till his wife sees this!

It was time to change and rest returning to his wife and child, one of the best things to come home to.

Years passed since the transformation and Wade had gotten even bigger. Many competitions entered, some won, some lost, but nothing ever brought him down. Thanks to the wife and child by his side. He really become a true father.

La tarde se filtraba a través de las cortinas del salón, tiñendo la habitación de un atardecer cálido. Para Gio, el día ya había sido un desastre: ocho horas de trabajo en un proyecto escolar que terminó en la basura, un estómago vacío que exigía alimento y un cansancio que le pesaba en los huesos. Todo lo que quería era escuchar la voz calmada de su padre, Trent, el único refugio que conocía en un mundo hostil.

Al abrir la puerta, la escena le provocó un escalofrío que le recorrió la columna vertebral.Valente Gallardo, el dueño de cada pesadilla de Gio en los pasillos de la escuela durante el último año, estaba sentado en el sofá familiar, con los pies sobre la mesa de centro, sosteniendo una conversación animada con su padre. Trent, un hombre que siempre se había caracterizado por su integridad y dulzura, soltó una carcajada que Gio no reconoció.—¿Papá? —la voz de Gio salió quebrada—. ¿Qué hace Valente aquí?

Trent se giró con una sonrisa rígida, casi mecánica.—¡Ah, ahí estás, campeón! —exclamó Trent, pero la calidez de su mirada no llegaba a sus ojos—. Nada, solo invité a este muchacho.

Quería entender por qué siempre te molesta. Y finalmente lo entendí: eres un nerd imbécil, ¿verdad? Jajaja, ¿o no, Val?—Jajaja, así es, señor Trent —respondió Valente, inclinándose hacia adelante—.

Este imbécil no sirve ni para limpiar mis zapatos con la lengua.El mundo de Gio empezó a oscilar. Aquello no era una broma. La forma en que su padre, un hombre que despreciaba la violencia y el lenguaje soez, escupía esas palabras con el mismo tono arrogante que el deportista, le revolvía el estómago.—Papá, ya... por favor, para. En serio me estás asustando —suplicó Gio, retrocediendo hacia la puerta.

—¿Qué pasa, Gio? ¿Que no te gusta cómo hablo? —preguntó su padre.—Cómo hablamos —corrigió Valente al unísono, con una precisión aterradora. Valente se puso de pie, estirándose con una lentitud felina.

—¿Sabes, Gio? Estaba teniendo un día increíble, libre de la estresante escuela, cuando tu papá apareció en mi casa para quejarse con el mío — comenzó a explicar Valente, caminando alrededor de la mesa—. Mi padre se enojó y me puso un castigo: trabajar todo el verano arreglando tu tejado. Pero ya no lo creo, ¿verdad, señor Trent?—Para nada, mocoso —respondió Trent, levantándose para ir a la nevera—. ¿Quieres una cerveza?—Sí, una bien fría. Gio vio cómo su padre, su único aliado, obedecía al abusador con una docilidad servil.—

¿Qué le hiciste a mi papá? ¡Déjalo en paz! ¡Él no te ha hecho nada! —gritó Gio, con las lágrimas asomando.Valente se detuvo frente a él. La diferencia de estatura era abismal, y la sombra de Valente pareció devorar la habitación.—Te equivocas, Gio. Arruinó mi verano, así que yo voy a arruinar tu vida. Y en cuanto a qué le hice... nada fuera de lo normal. Solo copié mi conciencia en él. Gio se quedó paralizado. Copiar su conciencia. Su mente trataba de racionalizarlo, de buscar una explicación lógica, pero el vacío en los ojos de su padre le confirmaba la pesadilla.

—Entiende, idiota: ahora somos uno —dijo Trent, pero el brillo en sus ojos era el de Valente—. ¿O no, Val?—Así es, Trent —respondió Valente, abrazando a Trent por los hombros con una camaradería perturbadora—. Conozco todos tus miedos, todos tus sueños. Y esto es permanente. Nunca podrás escapar de mí. Gio dio media vuelta y corrió hacia su habitación, con el corazón martilleando contra sus costillas. Se encerró, deseando con toda su alma despertar de aquel sueño febril. Pero a través de la madera de la puerta, las carcajadas le llegaron con una claridad cruel: primero la voz de Valente, y luego la de su padre, una burla distorsionada que le heló la sangre.—¿Será que empieces a decirnos "papi"? —la voz de su padre resonó al otro lado, pero ya no era su padre quien hablaba; era Valente, usando la voz de Trent como una extensión de su dominio, reclamando su territorio, sellando la jaula de la que Gio jamás podría salir.

You were hungry. Very hungry, so you decided to order some McDonald's. You open up your favorite delivery app and order your usual meal. Curiously though, at checkout a popup appeared

FLASH DEAL

GET 50% OFF ORDER IF YOU ORDER OFF INTERNATONAL MENU

You couldn't believe that number. There was no way you could miss this deal so you add a random item from the international order and press order.

After 30 minutes the food arrives in a bag with foreign symbols on it, which seemed to be chinese. You guessed this was to make it seem authentic. You start pulling things out. After pulling everything out, you peer into the bag, making sure you didn't miss any stray fries. To your surprise however something else happened.

The bag lunged at your face and plopped itself over your head. You gasp and try to take it off but it wouldn't come off no matter how much force you put into yanking it. With your vision concealed, your body was ready to transform.

First you gained many inches in height, clothes getting tighter as you reached an impressive 6ft. Then your skin began to tan a little bit, like you've seen spent years under the harsh sun. In tandem with that, your face was shifting into something more Asian, your eyes become more oval shaped, your nose getting thinner and lips more plump. The cherry on top was some facial hair giving you a light mustache and goatee along with a trendy hairstyle.

And then came the muscles. Every part of your body bulged out. With massive pecs, big thighs, and thick limbs ripe for flexing. and a big ass and dick. Your clothes all ripped apart, but thankfully they remended themselves into the perfect stringer and shorts. The finishing touch to your transformation was vision worsening, but then glasses plopping in front of your eyes.

Your instincts were changing. A much more cocky, jocky persona pushing out the meek boring person you once were. Your mind was brought to one thing to do.

Flex.

You put your meaty hands to the bag and rip it apart, its function being complete. Now you had to urge to look at yourself. You find your upgraded phone and open its camera, lifting up your shirt so you can see your meat mounds "我的胸肌很大，對吧?" (My pecs are huge, aren't they?) You mutter.

At that point you can feel your pecs begging to be released so you take the whole tank off and let your tits breathe.

The area around you shifted to that of a home gym and the scenery of gym equipment got your groin bulging and wanting to workout, so you did. Hours after hours. Machine after machine you were hella pumped you needed to take a pic. You grabbed a phone stand from a nearby closet and put your phone on it and snapped a pic.

After that, new memories came flooding in of your new Chinese heritage and lifestyle. With more jockish upbringings and going to the gym since your teenage years and being an aspiring bodybuilder. Your life was a lot more streamlined now. workout sleep repeat.

With your new life cemented, you got back to the machines. You had a competition to bulk for!

Conrad was 65 years old, past his prime and lived alone. The man lived a sad lonely life and felt like he had wasted his entire youth on drugs and living what he thought at the time was the high life. Those days, were long gone and what was left was an empty man. Things would change however, when Conrad heard a knock on his door while watching tv.

The old man got up, having to slowly do so and walked to the front door, opening it, expecting some door to door salesman to sell him a useless product. Instead to his surprise was a box with a note plastered on top.

"Who the hell put this here?" Conrad spoke. The old man's first thought was that someone was pulling on prank on him.

Conrad thought it better to get it over with and plucked the note from the top of the box and gave it a read

DEAR CONRAD

IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE WASTED YOUR LIFE AND WISH YOU COULD TAKE IT ALL BACK. I WISH TO HELP YOU IN THIS ENDEAVOR. INSIDE THE BOX IS A BRACELET THAT YOU REMIND YOU OF THAT YOUTH YOU HAVE LOST.

ENJOY!

- ???

The note immediately perplexed Conrad. What the fuck were they talking about he thought. Magic doesn't exist and Conrad doubts this "bracelet" will suddenly attract lovers. Conrad was still convinced this was a prank, but decided to bring the box inside so no hooligans record him. The old man picked up the box and plopped it onto the nearby kitchen table. Conrad also grabbed a knife from his kitchen to open the box. Knife in hand, Conrad cut the box open to reveal whatever could be inside.

To Conrad's mild surprise, there was a bracelet in the box. Nothing special, as the only notable thing about it was a diamond shaped green jewel on the top.

"So they weren't lying, huh" Conrad put his hand into the box and grabbed the bracelet, pulling it out and inspected it from various angles.

"Doesn't look rigged..."

Conrad was slowly being convinced that this bracelet wasn't a prank. And then the old man thought back to what the letter said.

"Remind you of your youth..." The words were too enticing to not try.

Against Conrad's better judgement, he put the bracelet on his left wrist in hopes of attaining what seemed impossible.

But the impossible was becoming possible in a matter of seconds. There was a instant sense of euphoria coming from every part of Conrad's body the moment the bracelet made contact with the wrist. That euphoria was translating into a magical process. Conrad was de-aging. Wrinkles were evaporating. Conrad's skin was clearing and looking more youthful. Conrad's crow feet smoothed out as any grey hairs regained their color. Conrad's spine straighten and gained many inches in height. By the time the changes were done, Conrad looked 60 years younger. A man that looked about in his twenties. To conrad it, felt so good that his small dick shot up in size as well. The euphoria would continue when Conrad's facial features was the next focus of attention.

Conrad's face was very stereotypical American, even after he regained his youth. The bracelet's power had other plans though. Conrad's features were shifting and rearranging. Something more masculine and fierce, but also... Turkish. With a more defined jawline, straighter nose, and more defined cheekbones. Conrad's hairstyle also took the time to properly restyle itself from an old man style to something much more youthful and trendy. Conrad now had the look of a turkish man in his 20's.

"Kahretsin… Kendimi çok genç hissediyorum!" (Shit… I feel So Young!) Conrad moaned. Not noticing the complete switch to speaking Turkish.

There was just one more thing to be done to Conrad's body physically.

Growth.

Conrad was gaining muscle at a rapid rate. His thighs thickened, his feet got bigger. Conrad's ass ballooned into a fat juicy behind. Abs were perfectly carved into his torso while beef was filling his pecs into two bouncy mounds. Conrad's lats widened while his triceps and biceps grew to two trunk-like arms with hands that fit the new girth. And finally, Conrad's traps and beck bulged in size. Throughout the process, many rips were heard as the muscles were breaking out of Conrad's old man clothes. That's when Conrad felt the urge to flex all his newly gained muscles and caused further tearing until everything he was wearing fell right off besides his underwear.

Only clad in his underwear, Conrad majestically walked to his bedroom where a mirror was located. With each step of his big foot, the struggling boxers filled its open holes and enlarged to fit Conrad's new dick and ass. And then, Conrad arrived in front of his mirror, allowing himself to see the young adonis he had become. This kickstarted the last couple of changes, this time more mental than physical.

Conrad's very life was being rewritten. Reality shifting to fit the new him. All old man experiences were gone as the most recent year Conrad could remember was his 22nd year. His american origins were also changed with more turkish ones. The name Conrad being lost to the aether as Mustafa came to prominence as his true name. Instead of a sad life, Mustafa had been rigorously bulking his body since he was 16 years old. A more jockish personality spread forth as Mustafa got more and more confident about his body and lifestyle. That lifestyle including a lot more friends just like him. The home around Mustafa shifted into a bigger more impressive place with a mini gym and an entire cupboard of workout gear.

"O kadar seksi görünüyorum ki..." (I look so fucking hot...) Mustafa muttered. Fully reveling in his looks. Arousal evident by the tent in his underwear slowly increasing.

Mustafa pouted his face, really trying to revel in his masculine features. It looks silly sure, but his girlfriend thought it was hot-

Girlfriend... Fuck, Mustafa had a girlfriend now. Memories of meeting her and dating her filled Mustafa's mind, completely drowning out Conrad as the bracelet he was wearing turned into a smart watch.

Mustafa, the young turkish jock was complete.

Mustafa felt ready to burst, but he just remembered he had to get going to gym in an hour. Mustafa headed to his expansive closet and grabbed everything he needed for a great workout. After making his protein shake, Mustafa made his way to the gym in his very nice looking car, excited for another pump filled workout.

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Mustafa sat down after a very intense workout, really feeling that pump in all his muscles.

His Tank top was drenched in sweat, clinging to his skin. So, Mustafa got a lil' cocky and took his tank right off, leaving it on a nearby bench, then getting up to head to his next machine. Confidence oozed from the jock as he strut side to side.

Mustafa continued on in his fulfilling life, with everything the old Conrad could have ever dreamed. Mustafa even ended up in a big bodybuilding competition as such a young age.

Today's Youth simply got boomers beat. Even though the jock didn't know he was one just months prior.

You're walking on a city street, not really paying attention to the world around you, unbothered. Suddenly you see someone zooming by on their bike while on their phone. That's not safe you think to yourself. An overwhelming urge to do something overcomes you, and you start running to catch up with the bike.

As you run, your body starts to sweat, clothes feeling tighter. It's growing. Your stomach and any fat on it flattened into a mouthwatering set of abs. Your lats and back widen in length as your arms are pumped with bodybuilder size muscles that look like thick veiny poles. Your hands grow a few sizes, much like large paws. Your pecs start to push out, riding your shirt up until it looks like two watermelons were smooshed in. Your neck thickened, deepening your voice while your traps bulged out. Like your arms, your legs thicken up to hold all your new upper muscles with bigger feet and nice thighs. Your shoes burst open but you don't stop running. Speaking of apparel, it too, was changing. Your simple t-shirt was growing, fitting to your form almost perfectly. the shirt's collar blossomed out, akin to that of a dress shirt. A small placket appeared below, with just two buttons, not passing your pecs. Two breast pockets appear from the sides of the placket, the one on your left pec has a police identification badge pop in above it. Two small shoulderpads attached themselves to the shirt as it turned a bright police officier blue. Your shorts were turning a darker blue and becoming a rougher material as they were tucked into new police boots. the final clothing additions being a belt wrapping around your waist and a wrist watch slithering around your left wrist. A police hat fell from above onto your unchanged head signaling your full transformation into a muscular police officer.

That wouldn't be the end of it, as something even more magical occurred. The very world around you was altering, becoming more bright and cliche like an anime. Your face wasn't spared from the animification, any imperfections were removed from your skin. Your hair turned brown and became a typical anime haircut, your features became more soft and friendly, contrasting your bulging muscles. Memories of your former life were disappearing, being replaced with new ones of joining the police force and not much else, ready to serve the people of your country. That's when you stopped the speeding biker's bike with just your pinky fair "Woah there Miss!! Slow your roll!!"

You walk to the other side of the bike, brimming with confidence.

"You need to be careful! You shouldn't be on your phone while bicycling!"

The woman pulls down her phone and murmurs an apology, allowing for you to see the woman's face for the first time. Despite everything, You were... striken with her looks at first sight. An unexplainable urge to try and woo her right then and there felt unstoppable. You went straight to flexing and bouncing your pecs, hoping she will understand your advances.

The woman looked confused, and just rode her bike away. That didn't deter you however. You were in love with that girl and you're gonna show it to her loud and proud!

You jog all the way back to the police station, ready to tell your coworkers about the beautiful woman that you met.

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