TIBERIUS

And here is the aftermath. A while ago, I spoke to @writer-ofstuff and he said he hopes to do post TFs of past TFs he had done, so here is my take on Daryl Hawkins' life after his TF

Police Ride-A-Long to Hot Cop

Thinking about becoming a Cop.

But the schooling and the training.

Then I found a faster way.

"Ionshaker Desperation" by Ionscope Studios with additional scenes generated via Youtube Shorts Remix

"Bankrupt My Cheating Husband" by NetShort with additional scenes from pdguystoryboard, Mission: Impossible 2, and Youtube Shorts Remix

He took my grades in college.

Im taking his life.

Johnny hummed a soft tune as he worked the shampoo into the young man's hair. The white foam piled up thick and sweet-smelling. The customer, a slim white guy with floppy blond hair, relaxed into the chair, eyes closed. He had no idea what was about to happen.

Johnny's fingers moved in slow circles. With each rub, strands of hair came loose. They slid down the young man's neck, onto the floor. Johnny kept humming.The young man felt a tingle. It started at his scalp and spread down his spine. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body felt heavy, too heavy. He didn't notice his shoulders pushing wider against his T-shirt. He didn't feel the fabric tighten over his chest as muscles swelled.Johnny kneaded deeper. More hair fell away. The blond mop thinned, then vanished from the crown. The hairline crept backward, leaving a smooth, shiny dome on top. Dark stubble pushed through the skin around his jaw and upper lip, rough and thick.

The young man's body grew dense, beefy. His arms thickened, veins rising to the surface. His hands, resting on the chair, turned into tough, square paws. His thighs spread apart as his whole frame became solid, heavy with man-weight.

But it wasn't just the body. Johnny's fingers sent thoughts into the young man's brain, soft and sneaky. The memories of college classes, video games, and a shy girlfriend melted away. New thoughts pushed in: sweaty nights, hungry mouths, the smell of leather and whiskey. A need that burned low in his belly.The young man's lips parted. His breathing deepened. He forgot his old name. Now he was Victor, a forty-year-old divorced man who hadn't been touched in too long. A man who craved rough hands and a hot mouth. A man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Johnny rinsed the last of the foam away. He watched the reflection in the mirror: a balding, beefy man with a face full of stubble, his T-shirt now too small for his thick chest. The man's eyes were still shut.Then Johnny leaned close. "All done," he whispered.

"What's up, little buddy," Tyra growled in Garrett's deep, cocky voice, smirking with those full lips while running a hand down the chiseled abs. "You been eye-fucking me all semester, huh? Bet you dream about touching this huge bod every night." Zach's cock twitched hard in his pants, his glasses fogging up as he stared at the godlike body, heart pounding.

"Tyra... I mean G-Garrett... Holy shit, you look so fucking perfect like this," Zach whimpered, voice cracking with lust.

"Fuckkkk yeahhh, I am perfect!" Tyra purred. "You like what you see, nerd? Tell me what you really want, Zach,"

Tyra-as-Garrett stepping closer until those sweat-glistened pecs were inches from Zach's face. The alien's eyes sparkled with wicked hunger, knowing exactly how to push his best friend's buttons.

Zach moaned softly, "I wish... I wish I could see you, Garrett, soaking fucking wet with cum all over those massive pecs." The words spilled out raw and desperate, Zach's dick throbbing painfully. "Like drenched in thick loads dripping down your nipples. Can you make that happen for me? Please.”

Tyra chuckled low and throaty, the sound vibrating through Garrett's broad chest. "Mmmmm, you're kinky, nerd. I like that. Your wish is my fucking command," Tyra winked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

With a wet shlorp of shapeshifting flesh, the alien amplified the transformation, Garrett's body glistening as gallons of hot, pearly alien cum suddenly erupted from hidden pores and his stretching mouth.

"Ahhhhn~ Fuck yessss!" Tyra groaned loudly, head tilting back as his long, serpentine tongue—now exaggeratedly huge and veiny—slid out impossibly far like a living tentacle. It spat out hot thick cum and smeared it all over its own heaving pecs, coating them in glossy white layers.

Thick white globs perfectly covering the hard nipples, sticky and oozed down the deep cleavage. Zach gasped, eyes wide, as the viscous load dripped in heavy strands from Garrett's chin onto the rippling abs.

Splat. Drip. Squelch.

The sounds were obscene, wet and filthy, the cum swirling in creamy patterns over the sweaty muscles. "Holy shit, Garrett... your pecs look like cum dumpsters, Ohhh goddddd!" Zach panted, reaching out to smear a handful across one throbbing nipple.

Tyra moaned exaggeratedly, "Mmmph~ Touch me, nerd. Feel how warm and nasty it is. This body was made for your pervy fantasies." The long tongue coiled around Zach's fingers, sucking them deep with vulgar slurps while more cum gushed from the alien's pores, soaking the silver chain necklace and making those massive tits bounce slickly.

Deeper into the bliss, Tyra pushed Zach onto the bed, straddling him so the cum-drenched chest smothered the twink's face. "Lick it up, Zach. Taste it. This is what you wanted, right? Your dumb hot jock boy is all wet and sticky with his own pent-up semen." the jock voice commanded between heavy groans.

Zach dove in eagerly, tongue swirling through the thick layers, moaning "Mmmph, so fucking creamy~" as the alien's endless tongue wrapped around his own neck, pulling him tighter.

Gluck. Squelch. Ahhh~.

The room filled with erotic symphony, pecs grinding and sliding, cum everywhere, the shapeshifter's body pulsing with more transformations—pecs swelling even larger, nipples leaking extra spurts. Zach's hands kneaded the slippery flesh desperately, lost in the vulgar heaven.

Tyra laughed breathlessly, tongue flicking cum strings across Zach's lips. "More? You want me to flood this whole room with jizz-pecs, buddy? You can just say it." The alien's hips rolled, grinding a massive bulge against Zach's while the chest continued its messy, hypnotic drip. Zach could only whimper and lap harder into the endless erotic loop.

"I can be your Garrett forever, and do whatever you want just for you," Tyra smiled, body still shifting subtly, the transformation theme continuing as they lost themselves in the pleasure.

"Aaaahhh yesss, more, give me more cum!" Zach begged.