Cursed

    Drew was pacing nervously in his room thinking about what his exgf had said. She caught him cheating and claiming herself a witch cursed him to become a creature of pure hormones the next time he got horny. Since then Drew had refused to date. A green glow brought his attention to his tv screen which was suddenly playing porn. Drew tried to block it out and covered his hears to the moans but it was no use. He already felt his socks being torn apart as the skin hardened and his feet became large hooves. His light body hair itched and expanded becoming a forrest of fur that engulfed most of his lower body and his chest. His athletic abs that he prided himself on sagged, hidden now beneath a slight beer gut to his horror and his pecs grew a bit with a mix of fat and muscle. He tried to stop the tv but it merely switched to gay porn which he found he was also now attracted to as sex became more and more important to him regardless of who it was with. Entranced by his new horniness the changing man ripped off the remains of his clothing revealing strong furry legs and a new dangling dick standing firm at attention. He moaned in a deepening, musical voice as scruff overtook his formerly clean face. And his boyish charms were lost behind a thick beard and older features. Finally two large horns ripped through his shaggy hair as the new beast spewed his load all over the screen, blasting the last of his brains and old self out. He was now ready to go out and make more sex crazed satyrs!

    Ben was walking the the park disgusted by the display he saw. There was a gay pride party going on in the park he was walking through. He wasn't homophobic at all, he was a shy timid college nerd in a computer science major. But these people were in leather bdsm gear in public. Guys in leather harnesses, wearing assless pants, leather jocks, they had collars and leashes, some even on all fours acting like dogs. To him that was too far for a public display. He wasn't the type to say anything to them or call the cops but the disgust and shock were obvious in his face. One guy dressed in leather shorts and a open leather vest, looking like he was in his early 30s walked over. "Whats the matter boy? You look upset?" The guy asked him. Ben couldn't stop himself "I think all this fetish stuff is a bit much for a public park" he said. "You just need to relax a little, boy" the guy said as he slips on a chain with a padlock around Ben's neck with the name Baxter engraved on the padlock. Other necklaces with name tags containing phone numbers and addresses for "if lost, return to" instructions. Before Be....Baxter could react the man slid a rubber pup hood over his head. His body started to become hairless but started to bulk up. He helt himself getting broader with muscle and fat. His shirt changes to a black t shirt that reads "got treats?" on it. His pants turned into cargo shorts as he felt his boxers turn into leather jock strap. He suddenly started to feel light headed, dumber...oddly content and happy. His frustration and disgust fading as he suddenly felt in love with the guy. His dick getting hard as all attraction to women faded to be replaced with thoughts of guys, especially his master....master? That didn't feel right and yet it did. He felt his feet pulse out and widen gettibg bigger to support his bew weight as red black and white sneaks appeared on them and he grinned. Getting down on all fours to sniff at his masters feet, suddebly gay and loving feet as his old memories began to fade and Ben the straight college nerd became Baxter the gay pup with a foot fetish. Doing whatever his master wanted.

    papermoon357

    I told my roommate something was too uptight and he needed to get under the sink to fix it. He figured it was a clogged sink and being the stuck up pretentious nerd of a roommate he is he accused me of being too dumb to fix it- “Thought dumb muscle jocks like you were built to do this kind of thing.” I told him I thought a smart twerp like him could handle it and he should use all his smarts to do the job and prove me wrong. I knew he’d love to prove me wrong.

    So that’s what he did and every turn of the wrench it was fun watching him do it and his body transform. He used up all his smarts, loosened up the uptight stuck up problem (his personality), and made sure to prove me wrong- a skinny nerd couldn’t handle it, only a dumb muscle jock could do the job right.

    Kevin and Derek hated that their college required sports participation as a gen ed requirement. Some nonsense about "being a well rounded person" and them "needing to be physically fit as well as mentally fit" was used to explain away the requirement. Still recreational sports were an option for the less competitive and the two computer science majors decided swim was one of the less contact sports options available. They joined the rec swim club which didn't require much of them actually. Show up at certain times to the pool, do laps while being timed, practice diving, then sign off on a paper with their times to prove they were there. Of course overall the school wanted to see some improvement in the number of laps in the same amount of time for the credits but that sort of came naturally from practice. After a few weeks the club hosted a pool party. They didn't really want to go but were told they would be kicked out if they didn't. So there they were drinking the odd tasting punch and chatting with the swim jocks they had spent most of the semester barely talking to. However as they drank and talked they started to feel strange. Skin itching and timgling as it tanned. The small muscles they had from swimming started to swell up and grow their stomachs chiseled into abs. Their chests puffed out into pecs. Faces getting angular and masculine and Derek felt an itch on his face as a beard grew while Kevin's face remained smooth. Kevin's hair turned blonde and spiked itself into a jock cut while Derek's stayed brown and took on a messy style. The two felt their minds dumb down no longer caring about computer science. They wanted to flex and show off and compete, bragging to each other about who can get the faster time like the two dumb swim jocks they are.

    anonymous

    I've gotten tired of my boring college life could you transform me into a dumb country farm boy so I'll have a way more fun 2021

    Sure thing here's some beer. Drink it right before bed and when you wake up 2021 will be a LOT simpler.

    You hesitantly down the can and then go to bed. Its a rough night sleep though as your muscles start to pulse and ache as the grow strong but lean from a lifetime of work. Your skin darkened from being outside all the time as your hair became messy. An intense itching on your face as a rugged beard sprouted. Hair grew all over your body as your intelligence faded. You started to remember growing up on a farm. Working hard with your Pa and your brothers. Coming in at meal times to get food from your Ma. Your mind and life feeling so simple now. You wake up at just the first rays of sunlight in a old bed in a mostly empty room. You barely spend any time inside anyway. You get dressed in a pair of jeans, boots, a bandana to stop your neck from getting sunburnt and your cowboy hat as you eat breakfast with your family and head out. Its hard work but simple, easy, repetitive. On weekends you get to drink and BBQ with your family and other redneck guys and go mudding on the ATV. This is your life now. 2021 will be so much more fun.

    anonymous

    can i please request a story about two nerds who get hypnotized to become shirtless barefoot rednecks?

    William and Joseph were two psychology grad students working on their thesis research. Their research was a study to determine whether or not hypnosis couldn't be used to radically alter a person's personality. There would really be no ethical purpose for this research but the point of their study was to show that hypnotherapists needed to be highly trained and regulated because of the amont of influence they have over their subjects. If proven right their study could cause major alterations to the monitoring and ethics of hypnotherapy.

    One day though while they were looking through their computer suddenly the screen glitched and the hypnosis program activated. They both paniced and tried to shut it down but they both ended up lost in the subliminals. The system read that they were both well dressed, highly educated, nerds. So it started to program them to be the opposite. They felt years of grad school, college, even most of high school fading from their minds as their IQs dropped to the point where they could never fix this. Their thoughts of academic pursuits shifted to hunting...fishing....sports....beer. They wanted to be outdoors all the time. They were so convinced they had spent their lives doing farm work and working out that theur muscles pushed out and swelled. Their stomachs flattened and hardened into abs. Some stubble started to grow on Joey's face as both of them felt a tingle go up their whole body as their skin took on a deep country tan. Suddenly they each pulled off their shirts because their chests felt hot and like guys should always be shirtless. They kick off the shoes and socks for the sane reason. Their feet hardened and callused from always being outside barefoot. The program ends and now they are Billy and Joey, two dumb shirtless and barefoot redneck guys who don't know what all this fancy ass equipment is for. The camera on the computer took a quick picture as the virus inside it put the subliminals into the picture to change others too.

    anonymous

    hey can you write a story about an uptight workaholic who goes to a beach and is turned into a dumb barefoot surfer bro with a foot fetish? please and thank you!

    Peter Wilson was stressed beyond belief. He was a stock broker and constantly dealing with the stress of life. He was obsessed with his work to the point were he was a workaholic who barely did anything other than work. But eventually his boss forced him to take a vacation. So there he was on a Florida beach, wearing closed toed shoes, cargo pants, and a button up polo shirt. The closest things to casual wear he had. But as he sat there grumbling to himself a 19 year old looking surfer guy in a wet suit shirt and board shorts walked up to him "bro why you wearing shoes on a beach" and before Peter could answer the guy bent down and pulled his shoes off. He was possed and got up to chase the guy for his shoes back but as his feet touched the hot sand they started to tingle. He stopped and looked down at them starting to wiggle them in the sand. He watched as they pulse out, growing larger and wider. The toes strengthening to support better balance, the toes spread out with some gaps between them like they haven't been cramped up in tight dress shoes for decades. The soles of his feet started to calus up and harden until he could walk on burning hot sand and concrete without even feeling it. They started to get tan as the tan itched and spread up his legs as the muscles grew and strengthened. His ass firms up and his cock grew longer and thicker while his pants turned into board shorts. The tan moved up his chest, his slight gut sucked in and carved out into abs while his chest puffed into lean pecs. His arms got tanned as they muscled up and his whole body got stronger and younger while he grew taller to 6'5 and his muscles adapted to swimming, surfing and maintaining balance. His hair turned blond and grew out and messy his shirt grew longer and older and unbuttoned to show off his hot chest as his age settled at 19. But he could barely pay any attention to his hot changing bod because he was too busy admiring his feet. He couldn't help but grin as years of education, work, and stress faded from his mind, replaced by surfing, drinking, smoking weed, and... feet. He looked around at everyone else being barefooted and felt himsekf getting hard thinking about getting foot jobs from hot guys. His fantasies multiplied as Pete grinned like an idiot and ran off to get his board by his friend.

    anonymous

    Hey welcome back could you transform a preppy college kid into a musky dumb redneck

    Michael was lucky to come from a wealthy, educated family because he was all but guaranteed to be successful in life. He went to an elite private university and was on his way to become a doctor to follow in the footsteps of his father, grandfather and great grandfather all had done. He was so proud of himself nearing the end of med school when he would begin his internship at a hospital, but was upset to find the only available hospital was in the middle of nowhere. The hospital that had an opening was a small one in a small farming town in the middle of Hicksville.

    After a few days there he was invited to a bar with one of tge patients and feeling like he needed a break from the endless cycle of long hours followed by sleeping at home he decided to go. They started talking and he found he had nothing in common with the other man whom he considered a dumb redneck. But as they drank he slowly started to agree with him more on topics like gun rights and politics. He began to feel a growing interest in the sports on the bar screen. His hair started to get shorter as his skin itched and tingled and tanned. Years of stress and sleepless nights faded from his face as he youthened. His muscles swelling and he felt uncomfortable in his suit but only for a moment as the clothes faded and changed. His shirt becoming an old sleevless shirt that basically had no sides to them. His pants turned to jeans and his shoes shifted to large steel toed work boots and his socks faded as his hands and feet pulsated bigger to size 12 feet. He felt a headache as his mind emptied of med school, college, even most high school as the only thing he was good for anymore as lifting heavy stuff in his new manual job as a lamdscapper. Now he wasn't a medical intern put to drinks with a patient he was just some dim redneck guy hanging out with his bro.

    anonymous

    I know you probably don’t take requests but how about one where a highschool teacher gets regressed and turned into a dumb skater/surfer by his students?

    Old request sorry I just got to it.

    Mr. Kent was a good math teacher but of course his students didn't think so. To them he was a total stick in the mud who was always correcting them for smoking weed, skating on school property, and not doing homework. Finally a few of the guys decided to do something about it. The one guy stuck a piece of chewed gum to the bottom of Mr. Kent's desk before class so it would still be fresh. Thomas Kent walked into the classroom to set up for a lesson. When he put his hand down on the desk it stuck to the gum and he was grossed out. But as he lifted his hand the gum was oddly tempting looking to him. He pops it into his mouth without thinking and started to chew and as he did. He felt an itch in his hair as it turned blond and grew out slightly. His skin itched as his body haur retracted in and his skin took on a deep tan. He felt a breif sharp pain as his whole body seemed to compress, arms, legs, and torso shrinking, his clothes becoming baggy before they suddenly change. His black dress pants change into denim and his belt becomes designed. His feet grow larger despite his loss of size and age, he feels pressure around his leather dress shoes until they bulk out to a pair of size 12 Osiris shoes, brightly colored in red and clunky looking. His shirt simply vanished showing his leanly muscled teenage chest. A white backwards hat appears on his head as he aged down to barely 18 feeling his intelligence drain as his head fills with hormones, music and skater skills as he sits on the chair with his feet up on the teachers desk. Todays lesson was gonna be very different, maybe they'd calculate how many letters Tom could burp using only one can of coke, or how high he could kickflip.

    anonymous

    Welcome back! Can you maybe write a story about a nerdy big city guy who goes to a small town for Christmas and meets a dumb barefoot redneck hick who turns him into a dumb barefoot redneck hick too? I've been watching too many Hallmark movies and need something kinkier lol

    Ben pulled up to the run down old farm house of his parents and groaned. He hadn't really wanted to come when they invited him home for Christmas. There was a reason he decided to break from the families blue collar tradition and go to college for buisness finance. He moved to New York and got a job at a big bank. He was a big shot, well dressed, well educated but rather busy from his work. He didn't have time or patience to care about Christmas or his hometown in Texas. He went through moving his bags into his old room and then was encouraged by his parents to try and see where people from high school were not like he cared.

    As he walked around he saw some guy with a scruffy beard, hairy, shirtless and walking barefoot down the street. He couldn't look more like a stereotypical hick if he tried. But the guy looked at him and grinned. "Holy shit, Buck! I ain't seen ya in years!" The man shouted but Ben had no idea whst the guy meant, his named wasn't Buck. But the man was grabbing him and popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. Ben started to cough and grabbed the cigarette out as he had never smoked before. But then the coughing subsided and it suddenly tasted good as he started walking with the guy and taking more inhails. His mind started to slow down as his education began to fade. He started to feel hot in his shirt as he pulled it off, watching his skin tan and his skinny body bulk out with some weight. Some hair started to grow and sprout. His feet started to feel hot and cramped in his shoes as he looks at the guy he's walking with. His barefeet look so comfortable on the concrete. It reaches a point where Ben....Buck can't stand it anymore so he pushes his shoes off and wiggles his toes against the ground. The soles of his feet harden and get tougher so the hot concrete doesn't feel as bad as it could. His memories start to alter and he follows his new friend over to his house to drink some beer and do some shooting practice in the back yard. He wouldn't be going back to his office job in the city anytine soon, instead he'll be drinking and laughing with his friends and family for Christmas, and he'll probably get a constrution job and maybe go hunting with his friend. Always barefoot and usually shirtless. Buck fits right in at his home town now.

    Ryan was walking home from his college class when he saw the skateboard just sitting there in the middle of the sidewalk. No one was around. It seemed abandoned. Out of curiosity to humor himself he got on it. It was tricky to keep his balance but he quickly got it. He felt strange as his feet began to smell amd hurt, getting larger and bursting through his sneakers. He kicked off the remains of his shoes and felt the soles of his feet get rough from being barefoot all the time and felt really good using his toes to grip the board. A tan began to spread across his feet and up his legs while muscle grew and hair on his legs vanished. The tan spread as his jeans turned into shorts and he felt his average torso firm up with muscles. As his abs tightened his balance improves whike his pecs pushed out and his shirt dissolved. The tan reached his face as he got younger and cuter, looking about 18 or 19. His hair turned blonde and itched as it grew out, the back and sides short whike the top grew long and flopped over. Ryan grinned as he started to ride the board with ease, even doing tricks. The stressful life of a college student was behind him now, and his new life as a relaxed carefree skater dude was just getting started.

    Scott had always looked out enviously at the hot surfer/skater guys that went by his house to the beach nearby. Living in a  Florida shore town he was used to seeing a lot of them. He was a skinny nerd and spent most days indoors. One day when he casually wished he could be like the hot guys out his window he didn't think for one second that a recently freed genie passing by would take pitty on him and grant his wish. He felt a sudden pain in his spine as he shrunk down a bit, any body hair he had vanished while his fat melted away to form toned muscles. His new muscles on display once his shirt vanished. His hair got shorter and styled into a cool cut. His shoes and socks vanish as his feet grow larger and wider, the soles harden as if he never wears shoes. He felt so much better without them. His pants shrink down to a light blue pair of board shorts. He feels a sharp shiver through his whole body as his skin takes on a deep tan. A backwards cap appears on his head, cool sunglasses on his face and finally a board appears in his hand. His mind blanks out and he forgets his previous life and a new one fills in the blanks. Scott is a hot cool 19 year old skater dude. He hurries outside to catch his bros on their way down to the beach.

    What do you mean I'm a dumb skater? I'm nothing like one

    What? No I'm not your "bro" I don't even know you.

    Well I don't really workout but I guess I'm looking decent lately...

    Yeah it is kinda hot out, yeah you def got the right idea with no shirt on dude...I meam bro...I mean, what the fuck?

    Yeah my head fuckin' hurts.

    What? Ur gonna do the thinking for me bro? That'd be sick dude.

    Hell yeah I wanna skate! Sure thing bro we can take a pic first huhuhuh.

    Looking at them now there is no way anyone would know that Eric and Kevin were total nerds. They were members of the school AV club and ended up being the ones to bring the lighting and audio equipment to the college's music festival. After setting up one of the bands gave them these bandanas as a thanks and once they put them on they started laughing and having a good time. Now their swol, tanned shirtless bods blend in with the crowd while they drink and dance. You'd never know they weren't always like this.

    And Now This is Happening

    Okay, so I apparently am not “learning my lesson”. Want to know how I know that? The old man that did this to me went up to me and said so! He said that it goes against the spirit of his deal that I was “basically still a girl despite being a boy”. What’s it to him how I live the life he forced onto me, anyhow? The guy he made a deal with doesn’t even remember it! But then he goes on saying how that doesn’t matter and how he isn’t a hack. Before I finish asking what he plans to do, he sent this weird pulsating flash at me and disappeared.

    I would have said “what the hell?!?”…if I could speak. Instead my body moved on its own straight to my room to change and then to the nearest wide open floor. I was wondering what was going on but then I dropped and did lots of push-ups. I mean, I worked out as both a girl and as a boy so I could remain pretty but I was doing an absurd amount here. It honestly seemed like half an hour passed before I stopped…only to immediately start doing sit-ups. I didn’t even bother keeping track of time. I also wasn’t surprised that after all that was done, I jumped up to the nearest door frame and did a bunch of curl-ups either. 

    My parents came home to me binge eating a crapload of protein. When they questioned my sudden new eating habits, I said in a low voice “I’m bulking up. Wanna get huge.” Oh fuck. That’s what’s going on here. Even worse, my parents just chuckled and said I was “at that age when boys want to become manly” and encouraged me. If only they weren’t such great parents.

    Even worse, it didn’t stop there. I picked up other new habits that were much more decidedly masculine than my old ones of looking pretty and hanging out with girls. I just started to lay back like a complete and utter douchebag in my classes. Look at this! I don’t think I could like even more like a douche!

    I joined the wrestling team. Yeah. That sport where it’s encouraged to bulk up a lot and you’re face first into some other guy’s BO while wearing a getup that leaves little to the imagination. It was hardly my first pick of a hobby after becoming a boy for a reason.

    I hadn’t ever even so much as touched a skateboard in my entire life and now I spend a few hours a week zooming through my neighborhood. Started to hang out with a seedier crowd too. Of course I was shirtless for all of this. I’d roll my eyes at any guy that did that but you know what I tell people instead? “Why should I hide such a great manly bod like this one behind a shirt?”

    Speaking of no shirt, guess what I do really often now? If you guessed “stupid cocky poses while not wearing a shirt and posting pics to social media”, then you’d be right! I was saving up for a car, but you know what I was made to spend it on instead? A motorcycle! That thing’s dangerous! But of course, it’s the “manly thing to do” and to do said pose too, while I’m at it.

    You know what else is dangerous? A gun. They’re loud too. I hate them. Always have and always will. I’m sure you know where this is headed. I begged my dad to take us to the shooting range from time to time. Is it really that manly to take out defenseless targets at a distance? Must be, seeing as I’m forced to do it now.

    It’s like I’m obsessed with being and looking as manly as possible, which is what I’m sure was the point that old man was getting at when I refused to play his game and did this to me in retaliation. Many remarked about the weird 180 change from the pretty and effeminate playboy I was and I usually tell them “that was when I was a boy. I’m gonna be a man soon and it’s time I look and acted like one!” Sometimes accompanied with a burp or fart because why not, right? After the first few times, I even looked annoyed that people kept saying that that I went to the barber and got my pretty and beautiful hair cut shorter! You know, to show people how serious I was about all this!

    I have no idea how long this will last. At this point, it seems like the rest of my life. I will be forever trapped in a man’s body, being made to do and be all the things I hated about men. And why? Because some jerk made some sort of amazing trade with an old magical man! And he doesn’t even remember doing it! That fact is thrown into my face all the more so now that hang out with him and the rest of the douche crowd now over those lovely and pretty ladies that I used to. Can this asinine curse or whatever be over yet? 

    dougtfs

    “I’m gonna pup out,” Toby said. “You wanna see?”

    I had to admit, I was desperately curious. I knew my roommate had been doing pup-trances for the last few months, but he always waited until I wasn’t home. Now he was finally going to do it while I was here. I couldn’t miss it.

    “You don’t mind me … uh, watching?” I said.

    He laughed. “Do other dogs mind when you look at them?” he said, pulling off his shirt. He had sexy smooth skin, a lean and strong. He absent-mindedly flicked at his nipple. “Come on, I know you’re curious.”

    I was. I didn’t want to say it, but I was. “Well … okay,” I said, following him into his bedroom. He pulled off his pants an underwear, standing before me naked. I’d never seen him nude before. Why would I? We were just friends. But his body was so gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he climbed on the bed.

    “Here I go,” he grinned over his shoulder at me. Kneeling on the mattress on all fours, he jutted his round ass out and closed his eyes.

    There was a quiet pause, and then I could see the change begin. Soft brown fur surged down his back, from his head to his butt. A little nub of a tail sprouted, and his ears stretched long and floppy. Furry swirls raced down his arms and legs, and his chest darkened with fur.

    “Oh my God,” I gasped. Toby opened his eyes and looked up at me.

    “Ruff!” he barked.

    “Good … boy?” I said, reaching out a hand to pet his sexy hair. Toby smiled and pressed his head into my palm, sticking his tongue out to pant happily.

    “I can’t believe it,” I said, gazing over his transformed body. I ran my hand down his back, scratching just above his butt, and his new tail wagged.

    “Woof!” he barked, then tilted his head to the side, and pointed at me. “Arooo?”

    “Me? What about me?” I said, confused.

    Tody craned his neck to my waist and bit the hem of my shirt, pulling at it. 

    “Oh, naughty boy!” I said. “You want me to strip too?”

    He yipped happily and nodded his head.

    “Oh no you don’t,” I said. “We can’t both be pups.”

    Toby’s tail started wagging faster. He smiled his troublemaker smile.

    “No, seriously, dude, we can’t both be pups. I can’t be a pup. I’m not a pup,” I stammered. Toby wiggled his butt and jumped and before I realized what had happened he’d pounced on me with his naked body, knocking me to the floor of his bedroom. He wriggled all over me, holding me down as he licked my face.

    “Get off, Toby!” I yelled, pushing his face away. “Get off! Off! Woof!” Oh no. Did I just bark?

    “Woof!” I barked again. “Woof woof arf!”

    Toby back up off of me, grinning and wagging his tail. I tried to rise to my feet but something was wrong – it felt wrong – and I fell forward on all fours. Oh, shit, I thought – I’m pupping out. I licked my nose nervously with my longer, flatter tongue.

    Toby just howled in delight and rolled over onto his back, showing off his big hard erect dick. I could suddenly smell it, smell his arousal, smell his dominance. So many smells! And he smelled so good. Why had I resisted so long? I barked happily and pounced on him, rolling around and playing and letting him pull my stupid human clothes off of me with his mouth.

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