Manlover

Suddenly I kicked something hard causing me to stumble and fall face first into a puddle. I reached my hands out to push myself back up and look for what I kicked when I was met with a helmet. Just sitting in the middle of the street. I realized that someone must’ve lost it but also knew that if I put it on I could avoid my face getting more wet than it already had gotten. I stood up grasping the helmet and slowly pulling it over my head. It felt as if my whole world was changing around me. Instead of the stormy night I had just experienced I found myself sitting in a bedroom I was startled by the sudden change of scenery, flipping the visor up and down to confirm what had just happened. Instead it cemented that I had be transported somewhere else.

I looked down at myself to realize I was no longer wet from falling in the puddle but instead I was dry. Honestly was my ex-jock body replaced by that of a a jock again. I was shocked and started to feel myself but upon touching my stomach I felt the most excruciating pain followed by a sudden *BRAPPPPPPPPP* out of my rear. I couldn’t help but be shocked by the noise I had just released but the worst thing? This new body is found myself in had immediately gotten hard after smelling the rotten egg stench it had just released. This new body had been turned on by farts.

I lifted my leg and let out a few more farts *Pfft* *Pfft* *PFFFFFFT* I couldn’t help but giggle at myself. Minutes ago I would’ve been disgusted by this but as if the helmet had fully changed me I know enjoyed the idea of farting and loved it. I tried my best to get rid of my boner but to no avail. I realized I had to stop whatever change was happening so I tried to pull off the helmet yet it as if there was a barrier around it that I couldn’t see blocking my hands from touching it. I tried my hardest but no matter what I did I couldn’t remove it. Every attempt making me hornier as I realized I was stuck as this dumb gassy biker.

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT* I opened up the visor trapping the smell inside my helmet as I felt myself boner harden to a point I couldn’t help but cum on the spot. My new body was addicted and I knew that my new stench was nauseating to say the least. I needed to share my stench with the world. I went out side and found my bike taking a seat. *BRAPPPPPPPPPP* and immediately realized it was out of gas. I stood up facing my ass towards the tank before releasing a 60 second long wet fart that reeked of spoiled vegetables *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP* *PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* I closed the lid and sat on my bike, gas tank full and ready to help spread my hot Russian ass fines around the globe.

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Story somewhat based on me. Been bored on bedrest doing tons of short little story request figured it was time to change up and tf myself to something hot now instead of other people ;)

Beggars can’t be choosers. But, do I look like a beggar? Naw, man. I could walk into a bar and come out balls drained. Twinks love this body and these magic fingers. My boyfriend and I met at that bar with the public toilets you could screw in. We hit it off well, mostly because he was so hot. We had friends in common too so it was easy to hang. Eventually we moved in together and after 3 years, I’m over him.

He’s still insanely hot and still manages to keep his body tight. Being on the college football team helps, but he just doesn’t do it for me. My tastes got more complex since I met him. The other night, he wanted to screw while pinning me down. He wanted to top of course, but I like topping too.

Do you see the problem? We’re not compatible anymore!

I just wish I had a cute twink boyfriend, but not like those desperate freshmen. I want a guy that needs a strong guy to show him how to act. I want to hold him down while getting a little rough with him. But I do want a twink who still plays sports so I can undress him and smell him. But it seems like a wish that’ll never come true, then I remembered I have a friend who’s a witch.

She managed to cast a spell for me that would make my boyfriend the perfect twink. All I had to do was sneak something into his protein powder and let it do what it does. Simple enough.

This morning while my boyfriend was in the shower, I took out his protein drink and spiked it with the magic powder. He came out and chugged it down. I watched as before my eyes, he started to change. His strong arms became slimmer and graceful. His blond became more fair. His confident stance of standing chest out and hands balled into fists, became more relaxed. His muscles shrank, although he still had a nice, firm build. His eyes became softer, almost angelic. He looked more like a preppy schoolboy than his former jock self.

I walked towards him and asked if he was alright. He looked at me confused, then meekly stammered, “y-yes.” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him to his knees. I told him to start sucking. He didn’t fight back and he became my submissive bitch. He still has his old memories, but lacks any dominance to try to assert his old cocky jock self. In fact, he seems to prefer this. After he does his workouts, he comes home, smelling of sweat and BO. I love pulling him close and smelling his stench. He’s so ticklish as I sniff him from his neck, his armpits, and his feet. I never knew how much I love a smelly boy. I love to give him a good spanking when he showers. Something about smelling him like a dog in heat drives me nuts.

He now bottoms like a pro. My favorite position is grabbing his thin ankles and bringing them to his ears. What a flexible bitch! It makes fucking his hole so good. His little 4 inch cock looks so cute to my 10-inch rod. I don't think he could be such a perfect twink.

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