Friday, August 31, 2018

It's the END

Male Transformation Blog has been set to read only and will become one of the largest archives of transformation stories; over 1,300 stories!

It started it life back in 2009, originally created by Erick S. I joined sometime later as a guest writer, but Erick moved on and I became its unofficial caretaker. Some time later, Gary Travis and Bill Rowan joined me as administrators.

As time passed many authors came on board, and I enjoyed working with all of them. You can find their stories on here, see the labels to the right to access their stories directly.

Authors;
  • Alex Powers
  • Brody
  • CAIN
  • Carlos Palanca
  • Collan
  • Cris Kane
  • Curious
  • El Fantasmo
  • Fabulous Fabian
  • Jeep4191
  • Lord Wilmore
  • M. Krug
  • Nemo
  • nonotnolan
  • Rene Amador
  • Rob T.
  • Scriptboy
  • Seuzz
  • Slick Psych
  • Steve B.
  • TS Escher
  • Warhawk
  • Yaz
Administrators who also wrote;
  • Sean Mitchell (me!)
  • Gary Travis
  • Bill Rowan

The blog has had it's ups and downs. When it was flying high, in early 2015 it was averaging 120,249 views a month!

Over it's lifetime, it's had 5,838,802 page views! That's a lot!


I'm proud to say the most popular post was pt1 of The Honey Pot with 2,565 views.


So thats the end.

I think it would be nice if readers wrote a message for the authors of the Blog, sharing any thoughts or comments. I would love to hear from anyone that felt inspired to start their own stories or blogs.

I'll be posting now and again at Second Skin https://2xskin.tumblr.com if you want to chat you can reach me at the Tumblr, or via the email address at the caretakers page at the top of the Blogger page.

All the best, and take care.

Sean Mitchell.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt4 of 4)

I knew Tom had a lot of heavy graft, some of it dirty ahead of him today. On the other hand, Connor had a free day, possibly the whole weekend to explore the expo.

This wasn't going to be difficult.

I knew, although he was big, he had little experience--if any--defending himself against a martial arts professional like myself.

My attack surprised Connor; he tried valiantly to protect himself, but it was futile and within a few minutes he was laid out on the floor unconscious.

Slowly, I wriggled and pulled myself from Tom's back, and lowered him to the floor. I was sorry to leave him, but his knowledge and warm composure was something I could share with Josh when I returned home.

My attention turned to the gorilla laying on the floor. I was soon be taking Connor's identity, he was arrogant and cocky, but something told me there was something else to the giant--I guess I'd find out soon enough?

Josh wasn't small, but next to Connor I felt tiny. I knelt next to giant, and pulled each arm out from under his torso. His hands were huge, come to think of it, so was his arms, shoulders, neck and back!

Climbing onto his back, I compared our sizes. Josh was 5'7", Connor looked--and felt--more like 6'4" possibly even bigger.

Plucking his cap from his head, I tossed it to the side. I began to align myself, I was enjoying ease and time I had; no need to rush.

Grasping his hands, I felt his muscular biceps against my own. I was laying across his shoulders, my nose central at the nape of his neck. His hair smelt of product, it was thick and hard with gel. Glancing down, I could see my feet barely reached his calves. Thankfully I knew it wasn't important; whether the body was larger, or smaller I always squeezed in somehow.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt3 of 4)

It was me! The coolness around my ass only confirmed it!

Inside Devin, I'd concertinaed. My legs had pulled up inside him, and with my upper torso, arms and head still in place I'd forced my butt and waist backwards and into Tom.

I continued to push back, Tom at this point was beginning to lose his strength.

Groaning loudly--still through Devin--I kicked back and forced myself from the waist down into Tom. He was still fighting me, but sensing something was wrong. I had to focus--hard--to get more of myself inside the guy.

The radio squawked again, "Tom? Answer me, or I'm coming up there!"

Twisting, I looked over my shoulder. Tom still had a good hold on me, but his eyes were glassy. Easing back, I pushed a little more. All that remained in Devin were my arms, chest and head.

Closing my eyes, I steadied my breathing as the voice come on the radio again. There was a lot of me inside Tom, but I had a connection.

I swamped his mind, drowning him. He instantly released his grip. Controlling his body--remotely--I reached out for the radio and clicked the key.

Tom gargled, and mumbled. I'd never done this before, controlling higher functions like speech was difficult. My head began to ache with the concentration.

"Yeah," I managed to squeeze out of Tom's lips, "all good here."

"Well, don't take so fucking long next time. Come downstairs when you're done and don't leave any tools behind. I don't want to come back to his cesspit again."

I laid there for a few minutes, trapped somewhere between Devin and Tom; co-joined hosts.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt2 of 4)

It worked--of course, and I performed like an animal in bed. I learnt some new tricks, that I'd be taking away as Josh, but I pumped her into a frenzy multiple time, working Grant's body for my own pleasure.

The next morning we showered alone, and I picked through Grant's clothes, deciding on something simple.

We did all the tourist stuff, which I enjoyed, especially with a girl like Heather. Something inside regretted the abstinence I'd agreed upon as Josh.


That evening after an expensive meal in the hotel, I performed again, only this time I used our strength a little more, and she enjoyed it a lot more.

---

I only had limited time away, and knew I had to return to Josh's home in a few days. That morning I decided, although I was enjoying myself as Grant, it was time to move on for some more fun.


Heather enjoyed the lay-in with me, and of course we made out a few more times. After a shower, I told her I would go out and get us both a Starbucks from show the street while she got herself ready for the day.

Final Story: Skip and Jump (pt1 of 4)

So, this is me now...


... a wrestler, who'da guessed!

I was getting past my best and was looking for something a little younger when I heard about this teen. He'd been in an accident, a freak one, and had to be sedated to aid his recovery. They showed a picture of Josh in hospital, he looked fine but they weren't hopeful.

It didn't take long for me to decide to fix him, it would be a miracle in many eyes, but I'd been doing if for too many years to remember.


I found him in a private ward, the usual pipes and wires keeping him alive. I knew what I was going to do was wrong, but I believed I would be good for Josh with my experience on hand.

Slipping out of my clothes, I parted his lips and grasped his shoulders. Offering the crown of my head against his mouth, I pushed.

Closing my eyes, I focused on changing; something flowing, and pushed slowly into his body.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Last Seandays: Jack's Back


I walked into the locker room; Jack was waiting. "What time do you call this you fucker!" he growled at me.

I shrugged, "What's the matter pretty boy, I'm only ten minutes late."

"Fuck you! I'm meant to be meeting Trevor now. You know the agreement, I do the sport and you do the straight stuff. Claire has called six times by the way," he muttered pulling off his clothes. He stood there stretching his tight lean body. "Close the doors you idiot."

Last Seandays: Taking Your Medicine


I watched Robbie Schnyder, quarterback for the school, from the bleachers as the team practiced. He was amazing at all the school's sports, in fact they had a whole cabinet dedicated to his trophies. He was a good looking fuck as well, not that I looked ugly or anything, it's just he was going places--I wasn't.

It was his last year at college, he'd already got university covered and--I heard--a modelling career.

I glanced at Robbie's girlfriend, a few seats away--Kirsty Williamson. She was beautiful; lean and shaped perfectly, but she had a reputation, a gold digger. She glanced over and smiled. I wondered how many guys she'd been with, and whether Robbie even knew. She pouted and blew me a kiss, I felt my cheeks start to flush.

Last Seandays: Body Shop

Business was slow, the new cars had sophisticated immobilisers. To steal a car nowadays you needed the keys, and I knew just how to get them.

I'd found an expensive hotel in Las Vegas, valet parking was the answer. The hotel was busy, and they had a team of ten drivers. Strangely enough I had ten guys in my team as well, but they weren't the sort of people you'd willingly give you car to--but that was going to change.

Renting an expensive car, I filled the trunk with shopping and drove to the hotel. I pulled up outside and popped the trunk, one of the valet team came over and helped with the shopping before taking the car to park it.

I stood there for a moment, and waited. As I expected one of the team walked over, the name 'Nathan' was embossed on the badge. "Can I get someone to help you with those?" He asked.

"Can you help me?" I asked stuffing a $20 in his hand.


He looked at the bill, and his eyes lit up. "Well, I'm not meant to leave my station." I stuffed a $50 in his hand. "But--If the guy in charge can't take a break, what's the point?"

He let out a whistle, and six guys trotted up. "Craig, you man the desk, I'm just helping this gentleman with his shopping."

I'd done my homework, Nathan was the head of the valet team. He was big and strong, but the twenty-three year old had earned the trust and respect from the rest of the team--something I'd make use of later.

I told him the room I was staying in and followed him, it was an impressive sight. Strong broad shoulders, thick arms and a handsome face--definitely something I could work with. His uniform, black dress pants, white v-neck shirt and tailored waistcoat only emphasised his build further.

Opening the door to the room, he walked inside. My team was waiting and tackled him to the floor. It took all of them to subdue him. I took the serum and injected it into his neck, he continued to struggle for a couple of minutes then stopped.

Last Seandays: Intruder

"Tony, where are you?" I shouted into the quiet apartment. "I want my fucking deposit back if you're going to throw me out for no reason. You hear me?"

I slammed the door and started to search the rooms, and then I came across the fucker lying on the kitchen floor. "I want my money," I demanded.


He looked at me through lifeless eyes; he rolled onto his back with a dull thud. Then, inch by inch he was being pulled into the next room by his feet. I stood there for a moment as he slowly disappeared through the door, his limp arms dragging behind him.

"What the fuck?" I muttered following Tony into the next room. I stopped as I came face to face with a stranger; he was dressed in black, a hood over his face. Through the eyeholes piercing blue eyes flicked between me and Tony: he dropped Tony's feet and slowly pulled something from his pocket, the steel of a knife glinted in the sun.

Last Seandays: Pit Bull

I followed Paul across the road, looking him up and down with a little envy. "Why the fuck do I always have to wear the ugly one?" I droned in a thick Bronx accent.


Paul said nothing and tugged at the yellow vest he was wearing. I jogged behind him trying to keep up, Jerry had a face only his mother would love, but he was strong and built like a brick shit house. It didn't stop his unfortunate demise at my hands though, just another for my collection.

Last Seandays: Relax


"Trevor?" Kurt muttered eyes blinking slowly.

I snorted. "Ha, you must be joking. That twink isn't worth a sniff. I just used his shape to get close to you Kurt," I chuckled running a finger down his pecs.

He frowned, and I rolled my eyes returning to my original form. He gasped and tried to sit up, I pushed him easily back into the chair. "You're not going anywhere for the time being. You're flying back to the States tomorrow?" He let out a grunt, and I smiled. "I need a way to get into the country. Sure I'm a shape shifter, I could take your place, but that would leave lose ends. I hate lose ends," I muttered.

"You see Kurt, your going to get me in the country, and you won't even know you helped me. Tonight will just feel like a dream, you and Trevor will fly out and then—" I stop talking, Kurt appeared to be asleep from the sedative now.

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Last Seandays: The Alpha - Pt2.


It was three hours into the party, and I was well on the way to being out of my head inside Jack. One of the dark corners of the room caught my eye, it was Mark I recognised his black t-shirt and brown skinny jeans. It looked like he was getting serious with a fit blonde. Paul sidled up next to me and nudged me. "You having fun?" He asked.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Hell yeah, Jack's always hard, and when I bark people jump," I grinned. "Except for that blonde over there," I nodded at the corner. "Maybe I should jump into Mark?"

Paul leaned on the bar and looked up at me. "You should ask, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Ask? I didn't think I needed permission," I retorted.

"You don't, but Craig is inside Mark at the moment."

I do a double take at Paul, and realised I was talking to the real Jock. "Fuck, when did he swap out of you?" I asked.

"Just after we arrived. We hooked up with Tony in one of the back rooms," he replied.

"But Tony isn't gay."