tomgungy:

People always got a certain way around me that I didn’t ever quite get myself.

Take, for instance, my boss today. I had wanted to talk to him about getting time off for my brother’s wedding As I knew that the boss could be quite the stickler for off time, however, I was prepared to fight for it.

Though, no sooner had I entered the office that I was promised all the time I needed. I was then invited to sit down, the boss smiling at me. As I sat across from him he started t shift around nervously. He ended up in awkward position with his foot up on the desk and his right hand at his face. His left hand covered his crotch for some reason.

He started talking to me about relationships between employees, professionalism, and the nature of attraction. I thought this was some sort of reprimand until I saw his eyes were fixed on mine. That was never good. The hand that had previously covered his groin caressed it. His right index finger now toyed with his mouth, bringing thoughts of a sexual nature to mind.

I saw that all intelligent thought was lost as his words transformed to grunts and moans. He was now consumed by lust as they always were, and as always I was the gentleman in the only way I knew how. I let him continue to look into my eyes as he pawed at his crotch.

I never understand why they get that way, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be polite about it.

There we go. Many hours later, but I reached the start of my likes.

dougtfs:

“When does the dumbing soap take effect?” I said, standing under the warm spray of my shower. Across the shower room at the gym, my friend Rick grinned.

“Already working, dude,” he said. “Check out your boner.”

“What about it – oh fuck!” I gasped. My dick had doubled in length and was rock hard.

“That’s your smarts, man,” Rick said. “The soap makes your smarts all melt into your dick. Stroke it, it’ll dumb you down even faster.”

“Uh no way man,” I said. My mind felt weak and stupid. This was a mistake.

“Then I’ll do it for you,” he said, walking wet and naked over to me. He grabbed my dick and I was too dumb to remember why I should resist.

“Feels nice dude,” I laughed, forgetting everything as I turned into a dumb dick dude.

Some hot soap for a afternoon.

dougtfs:

“Shrink,” Robert commanded, and I slipped down in height.

“Don’t,” I begged.

“Shrink,” Harry said, and I got even smaller, barely taller than their waists. It was so humiliating – how had my two worst employees found the TF ray I’d been building?

“Dude, this is amazing. We can turn you into anything!” Robert exclaimed.

“But please – don’t change me!” I pleaded. “I’ll… I’ll fire you both!”

“Sorry, boss, this has been my fantasy my whole life,” Robert said. “Shrink.”

I felt myself slip down again, settling at two feet tall just below their rock-hard dicks.

“Guys! Stop! Please!” I yelled up at them. My voice was so squeaky and high now.

“You sound like a mouse!” Harry laughed, and I felt my ears swell into big round mouse-ears and a tail sprout from above my butt.

“Nooo!” I squeaked as fur raced across my body. 

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Also too hot not to share before the purge.

graybeards:

“Hello, little man,” a deep voice boomed so loud I felt the bass of it in my chest as I slowly opened my eyes. I felt dizzy and my eyes were blurry. I could feel the hardness of wood against my bare skin. Did I pass out?

As my vision started to sharpen, I found myself looking up at my boss, Nick. in his signature blue suit. But I realized I wasn’t just looking up at him, I was looking way up at him. 

I scrambled to my feet and saw the now-vast expanse of our office around me. Looking back at Nick, with his furry hand the size of a sedan resting on the floor in front of me, I realized I was standing on my boss’ desk. I screamed up at him, “What’s happening?”

His wolfish grin shifted into a boyish laugh. It sounded like he was whispering into a megaphone when he said, “What do you mean, Chuck?” He reached his hand forward and pinched my tiny waist between his tree trunk fingers, lifting me off the ground effortlessly until I was right in front of his face. 

I could see every detail of the older man’s handsome, gargantuan face as waves of hot, acrid breath spilled over my helpless body and filled my tiny lungs. I clasped my hands over my ears when his voice rumbled through my body as he said, “You’re so adorable like this. Don’t you like it?”

I roared back at him, but by the amusement on his face I knew it must have sounded more like a squeak, “You need to put me back!”

Nick’s face went cold and he bared his teeth as he growled, “I’m the boss, little man.” He swung his fingers down against his palm and encased me in his massive fist, slowly blocking out the fluorescent lights of the office until it was pitch black and I felt his rough skin closing in around me. “I could crush you like a bug.”

I screamed as his powerful hands clenched until it was tight as a vice. But it didn’t hurt. I felt the pressure his fingers flattening my tiny body against his palm, but there was no pain. And then he released, opening his hand with me lying on his palm unharmed as he laughed. “Got you,” he declared.

“It’s not all bad, little buddy.” He grabbed my thigh between his forefinger and thumb as he explained, “You’re little, but you’re basically immortal. Watch.” My eyes went wide as I watched him flatten my leg to nothing and then release. It just inflated back to normal in seconds. 

He lifted me up to his lips, pushing his massive red tongue between them. In one lick, he drenched my naked body in his warm saliva and said, “Heck, I could swallow you down and you’d just pop out the other end a few hours later no worse for wear.” He tipped his hand toward his waiting mouth and I scrambled away from it until he broke out laughing and pulled me away on his palm. “But we’ll save that experiment for the next time you misbehave.”

“Did you do this?” I yelled, stifling my anger in light of that last threat.

Nick nodded and said, “Yup.”

“How?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” he condescended as he patted me on the head with such strength it knocked me on my ass. “You’re mine now. So just focus on getting used to it.”

Before I could say anything else, his eyes flicked toward his computer and he muttered, “Shit. I’m late for a meeting.” He looked back at me and grinned. “Better keep you somewhere safe. I don’t want you falling out of my pocket after all.”

He glanced around the office before I felt myself plummet in his palm and heard a great ripping noise. Looking over the edge of my fleshy platform, I saw Nick unzipping his fly. I looked up at him and screamed in protest, but he just pulled the waistband of his briefs loose and dumped his hand over to send my tumbling down into his bulging underwear. 

I fell face-first in and landed on a fleshy sack covered in hair, but when I reached around to right myself, I felt a bowling ball-sized globe inside that shifted when I touched it. Enough office light pierced the fabric of Nick’s briefs that I was able to see a tube of flesh longer than I was tall curled up inside this prison with me. 

He slammed me into he massive cock with a light pat as he said, “I hope you like your roommate. He’s certainly taking a liking to you.” He wasn’t kidding. It was a magnificent thing to watch this close as Nick’s manhood swelled against the fabric. As he grew, his briefs pressed me tighter and tighter against the great, meaty shaft. And then everything went dark as that great ripping sound filled my ears again and his pants were again zipped up. 

I was trapped in here with a cock the size of a truck. When I stopped to consider that on its own, I wasn’t sure whether it sounded more like a dream or a nightmare to me. I didn’t realize it then, but I was already getting used to this new life.

And another HOT one before the purge.

Source: look1977

dydmaletf:

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

You may have heard the news about Tumblr committing suicide (a.k.a. banning all NSFW content from december 17).

I want to thank all the wonderful TF community for the long hours of entertainment many talented creators have provided.

I am sorry that this stupid decision is going to break apart a network of writers and readers that had been steadily growing for years.

Tumblr has been a collector for people that now are going to be dispersed among dozens of platforms: looking at other posts I’ve already seen people thinking about CYOC, gayspiralstories, discord, mastodon, pillowfort, fur affinity, muscle forum, and a few others… so it seems like the blow to this and many other communities is going to be a deadly one 😦

I hope with time a new safe harbour will emerge, but for the moment, if you have created something on your blog that is dear to your heart…

Backup!

https://tumblr.zendesk.com/hc/en-us/articles/360005118894-Export-your-blog

You can export a ZIP file with the whole contents of each of your blogs. You can do it from a computer …or even from a smartphone, if you use “desktop mode” from your browser.

Don’t let censorship kill your content forever.

Please inform other content creators before they lose their intellectual properties to the censorship madness.

Backing up our content is important!

hyphyphurray:

This wasn’t my first time undercover,
but it was probably the most uncomfortable assignment I’d ever been
on.

I’ve always been a man’s man- 6’2’’,
185, football, track star, ROTC, the whole thing. Getting recruited
by the agency was the best thing that every happened to me. I’d done
drug busts, spy missions, saved kidnapped kids of billionaires… so
when I was told that I was going undercover as a client to gather
intel on a high-end prostitution ring, I was excited… until I found
out that it was a gay prostitution ring. Apparently some up-and-ups
in government were of the closeted persuasion, and this group was
blackmailing them for a pretty penny.

The place was nice, a kind of resort
hotel experience. After checking in under my alias, I was lead by a
tanned shirtless guy, to a private suite and told to undress for my
“massage.” He was one of many toned but slender “pretty boys” I
saw walking around. They were all young, 5’7’’-5’9’‘ish and wearing
spandex swimsuits. I stripped, put my clothes on a chair, laid down
on the bed, and waited.

“Maybe it won’t be too bad,” I
thought. “Just a massage, and then when they go for sex, I’ll have
enough evidence. And if in the end I have to fuck one of the little
guys, maybe I can just pretend it’s a woman. I mean, they were
femme-y enough anyway…”

I heard the door open.

“Mr. Bennet?” a voice said, a bit
gruffer than I expected.

“That’s me,” I said. Before I could
turn and see who it was I felt a sharp sting in my right butt cheek.

“What the hell?!” I yelled, pushing
myself up angrily.

But then something happened. My shock
kind of… stopped, and then… I laughed.

I felt, warm, and loopy, and… this
was funny!

“There you go,” the voice said.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I slumped down onto the bed as the man
moved into my field of vision. He was an imposing guy- maybe 40,
tall, hairy and muscular.

“Feeling a bit more relaxed, Agent
Brink?” he asked.

I could only smile.

“Feeeeelssss… gooood….” I
hummed. It felt like I had just had the greatest massage of my life.
I was beyond relaxed. And my mind felt… fuzzy.

“That’s Stage 1 for you,” he said.
“Sorry about the shot, but it seems like it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Stage…. wha?” I managed. My
whole body felt warm and tingly all over.

“We have a special three-stage
procedure here for spies, government operatives, and anyone else who
threatens to derail our facility here,” the man said. “Stage 1 of
the drug relaxes you, defuses all that needless anger, and starts to
take away those annoying little mission objectives and any intent against
us.”

Something was happening to my body.
This wasn’t just relaxation anymore. My muscles were contracting,
pulling in on themselves… it felt like I was… shrinking?

“Ah, and there’s Stage 2, right on
schedule,” the man continued. “They tend to send the most
brutish, muscle-bound guys, which almost always tips us off. We find
that reshaping not only the mind helps to create a more amiable
situation.”

I barely managed to pull my head up to
look at the man. He looked… bigger. If I had thought that he was
imposing before, he now looked like he would have been completely in
control of the situation, even if I wasn’t drugged. Was I… smaller?
My arms felt weaker, my muscles simply… melted away.

“Did you notice how all my boys here
were around 5’8’’?” the man asked, walking around me. “That’s not
by accident. Nor the fact that they’re all hairless.”

I looked down at my chest. My chest
hair was gone! I held up my arm and I was shocked at what I saw. This
wasn’t my arm- this was some kind of twig! The warm sensation had
stopped. I could move, I realized.

“You can probably stand now,” the
man said.

I shifted my legs to the side of the
bed and went to stand up. I almost fell over. Was the floor really
that far away? I looked at the man towering over me. I was genuinely
scared as he walked to me and spun me around to face a mirror. I
gasped.

Gone was the muscular agent. Instead, I
looked like just another one of those short, hairless pretty boys all
over the resort! My features had all softened, my stubble was gone. I
had a little tone, but all of my hard-earned muscles were completely
gone. I looked younger too- maybe 19 or 20? Even my dick was smaller!

“What the hell did-?!” I started to
yell and then stopped. My voice had changed too- softer and higher.

The scruffy giant behind me grinned. I
stared again at the mirror, horrified. I touched my face. So did the
young smooth boy in the mirror.

Twink,
something in my head said. Wait, what?

“What’s Stage
number thr- ? AAGH!”

Pain exploded in my
head. My hands flew to my temples and I dropped to the ground.

Something… my
brain…. ugh, it was so bright. My eyes screwed shut.

I felt strong arms
scoop me up from the floor and easily carry my across the room.

“Stage three,
boy,” the man growled into my ear. “Is how you come to be
a happy employee here.”

The pain started to ease. Who was that
man? Why did I trust him so much? Where was I?

The man lay me down on the bed, gently.

“How do you feel, boy?”

I slowly opened my eyes. There, looking
down at me was a god. A beefy giant of a man, staring me in the eyes.
I felt my tiny boy-cock start to get hard.

“I feel… great!” I said. “But…
what…? What happened? Where am I?”

“You’re home,” the man said, and I
felt a rush of warmth. I felt… safe.

“Who are you?” I asked. I realized
that I didn’t even know my name. “And… who… who am I?”

The man looked me over, considering.

“You’re… Dylan. And you like to
make me happy.”

It was true.

“And now, Dylan,”
the man grinned. “Do you want me to make you happy? Your little
cock seems to say yes.”

I
realized that I was fully erect, gazing up at this beautiful man. I
wanted… I needed him
in me.

“Yes,
please!” I whispered, urgently.

The
man grabbed me, and flipped me over with the smallest effort. I felt
his giant penis grow hard as he pressed his massive bulk of a body
into my back.

“Oh
god….” I moaned.

“Welcome
to the rest of your life, boy,” the man said, then kissed my neck,
then ear, and then slowly started pounding away at my ass.

Pleasure
radiated throughout my young, lithe body.

“Good
boy. Such a good boy,” the man said over my moans.

Enjoy this again before the purge.