Las Aventuras de Tim (The Adventures of Tim) pt.1

Hi! This is Conrad, long time no see! Sorry for disappearing for a long time. A lot of complicated stuff happened, but I won't bore you with the details or make excuses. Instead, please enjoy this wonderful story in English!

Hola! Soy Conrad, mucho tiempo sin verte! Lo siento por desaparecer  por un largo tiempo. Muchas cosas complicadas me sucedió, pero no te aburriré con los detalles y no haré excusas. En lugar, por favor disfruta de esta maravillosa historia en inglés!

I know I can’t do this all the time, but I love it SO much. I’m extremely thankful to my family for this gift they’ve passed down to me.


My mom’s family is sorcerers. They’re not like what you read in books or see on TV. They don’t cast spells or wield magic through their hands. The only characteristic of their magic is they either have the power of mind control or possession. Each generation alternates. My cousin Ivan got mind control, but I got possession, thank goodness, because I think it’s the best skill out of the two.


Here is the story of when I discovered it:


I was on my way home from school and decided to interrupt my normal city bus ride to stop at the mall first. I wanted to get a specific book I had needed for a while, and now was a good time to stop and get it. I browsed the small bookstore for a while unsuccessfully, and suddenly, right before I was about to give up and leave, I heard, no I felt, a rumbling, deep, extremely resonant voice. I look up to the checkout counter and see a mountain of muscle straining against a tight white spandex shirt. It really showcased his giant biceps and monstrous pecs. The man grabbed his gym bag and left the store.


A strange impulsion washed over me and I immediately left the store and started following him around the mall, eventually ducking behind him as he entered a sports shop. I hid among the clothes so he couldn’t see me. He took a pair of shorts and a shirt and went to the changing rooms. I followed him to peek into the changing room he hadn’t bothered to close, and suddenly he came out. I tried to turn around and run, be he still didn’t see me, crashing into me. After the collision, I turned around to apologize, but strangely did not see him anywhere.


“Sir…?”


I was startled by my voice. It was so deep and rumbly. I focus on the mirrors in front of me, and my reflection wasn’t the same. There was no skinny little boy with nothing on his bones! Instead, I saw a MAN wearing a black shirt being strained by his bulging muscles.


“Oh my God, that’s ME!?”


I approached the mirror to see more closely and make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. The reflection is as real as these muscles! I posed and flexed like the bodybuilders I watched on TV, and it looked GREAT.


“Now how do I get out of this body?”


I tried hitting my head against the wall like the cliche goes, but I just ended up injuring myself. Now that I had finally uncovered my magic, I didn’t know how to use it! I decided to just enjoy myself in the meantime.


I gave up and went back into the changing room, grabbing the white shirt he had discarded on the bench. I changed from the black one he had grabbed from the shelf into the white one he wore in, and I revelled in feeling the resistance from the shirt as it stretched over my ripped shoulders and lats. I brought the black shirt to my new handsome face and sniffed the manly scent that he had imprinted into it in the short time he wore it.


I decided to leave the store, purchasing the new shirt and shorts on my way out. It wasn’t my money, but they looked too good on him not to get them. I tucked them into my bag, and on the way out, I saw the cashier’s eyes lingering on me.


I then decided to head towards my favorite restaurant, but this time would be special. I wanted to order the special Monster Burger they offer, since every time I had tried to order it before, they had told me I was too young to get it. While I waited for my order to come, lots of people turned to gawk at me. Men, women, children, even one kinda cute guy who winked at me after I caught him staring at my big pecs.


My order finally came, and I could see why they had always turned me down before; the burger was enormous!!! It was absolutely unbelievable in size. The waiter told me that if I finished it all, it would be totally free. Wow! As I dug in and made progress into the massive burger, I kept feeling like I couldn’t fit any more, but somehow this hunk always had plenty of room left.


When a good bit less than half of it was left, other patrons started gathering around the table in disbelief. As I got closer and closer, the crowd began cheering at each successful bite. The applause grew to a boiling point when the final bite was conquered. The waiter took a picture of me and I gave him a cocky smirk and a nice flex of the bicep.


I left the restaurant after the party atmosphere finally dissipated and made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door to the restroom with ease, I stop by the mirrors and give myself another little flex show. I notice how big my belly got with the huge meal I just had and give it a loving pat. Suddenly, right when I least expect it, I’m standing behind the hunk and I’m looking right at his broad, muscular back. I checked my arms and legs, and everything was in order. I was myself again.


“God, I shouldn’t have finished that burger,” I hear the man’s deep voice say as he turns around and pushes his way into a stall.

Día Del Padre lll

No quería publicar la historia sin terminar, pero aquí les dejo lo que tengo escrito, tal vez haya cuarta parte, pero esa no es muy segura. 

Una gran disculpa, espero y disfruten la tercera parte.

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Sofí POV

Tengo miedo de que mi papá me regañe, ni yo me esperaba cambio tan drástico.

Salgo de mi habitación para poder ir a ver a mi papá, cuando lo deje su transformación estaba casi completa. Al abrir la puerta de su habitación, un grito de una voz muy chillona suena por toda la casa, identifico de donde viene y haciendo mucho ruido con mis pasos, porque mi nueva altura y mi aumento de peso hasta hacen que la madera rechino al pasar.  

Al llegar al baño, un niño con una playera amarilla y un short de mezclilla, está parado sobre una silla y así poder ver su reflejo en el espejo. El niño voltea a verme y su cara de susto se convierte en una con muchísimo más temor, su rostro palidece como si se fuera a desmayar.

"Papá, te encuentras bien"

Al escuchar la palabra 'Papá' su rostro cambia y vuelve a tener color, pero esta vez se pone de un rojo tomate.

"¿Sofí, tú hiciste esto?" el pequeño niño me pregunta, señalando con sus pulgares su pequeño cuerpo.

"Sí, ¿no te gusta?"

"¡Claro que no, soy un niño ¿En qué estabas pensando?!"

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Después de un tiempo de discusión sobre el cambio, a mi papá le da hambre y decide que bajemos a comer. 

"¡Por dios, hija! ¿Me podrías alcanzar la mayonesa, por favor?"

Es tan pequeño que no logra alcanzar la parte alta del refrigerador, se ve tan lindo. Un pequeño niño, intentando actuar como un adulto. 

Terminamos de comer los sándwiches que mi papá empezó y que yo termine haciendolos porque sus manitas se cansaron.

"Ahorita vengo, papá, me voy a bañar" jaló el cuello de mi playera y un olor desagradable emana de ella "estoy empezando a tener un mal olor."

"Jajaja, pero quieres ser un hombre adulto y al ser un hombre adulto vienen los malos olores de las hormonas corporales."

Llegando a la regadera, comienzo a quitarme la playera y es la primera vez que veo mi cuerpo actual, es bastante grande; esos pectorales amplios y con un six-pack debajo de ellos, soy un total adonis. Continuo quitándome la ropa, sigo con mi pantalón y al ver mis boxers que sostienen un gran pene, pareciera que no puede contenerlo más. Mis piernas son enormes, son dos grandes columnas de musculo. El momento que más temía, ha llegado y es ver lo que hay dentro de ese boxer blanco. Bajando poco a poco mis nuevos bellos púbicos se van haciendo cada vez más densos.

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Papá POV

No puedo creer que mi hija me haya hecho esto, me siento torpe al caminar, inútil al no poder tomar bien las cosas con mis manos, intentar subirme a las sillas es un gran problema al no poder alcanzarlas, quiero hasta llorar.

En lo que mi hija se baña, decido sentarme a ver la TV en la sala. Encendiendo la tele, me sorprendo que el canal sea uno de niños, mi hija tiene años que no esta por esos canales. Iba a cambiar de canal pero los dibujos que están, llaman mi atención y me quedo viéndolos. 

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Sofí POV

No puedo dejar de ver mi inmenso pene, moviendo mis caderas empiezo a sacudirlo y choca contra mis piernas, jajaja esto es muy divertido. 

"¡Auch!" creo que lo hice muy fuerte y ahora me duele mucho mis testículos, los tomo con mi mano para así apaciguar el dolor. Reacciono rápidamente y quito mi mano lo mas pronto que puedo, estoy tocando partes que no debería. No sé de donde sale las ganas de llevar mi mano a mi nariz y oler la esencia que tomo de mi nueva entrepierna; es un olor muy excitante, con solo olerlo mi pene comienza a sentirse duro, volteó a verlo y esta semi-erecto. Mi mano derecha toma consciencia propia y comienza a apretarlo, una ola de placer invade mi cuerpo y continuo ahora yo con el control sobre mi mano y mi pene.

"¡Ah!" mi voz me sorprende, es tan grave y cuando gimo de placer suena tan bien que me siento más caliente. Sin intentar detenerme me vengo, lleno el espejo, el lavamanos y la taza de semen.

Después de tan bella experiencia, mi hora de bañarme comienza y continuo frotando mi nuevo cuerpo, pero controlando mi calentura.

Saliendo del baño, me dirijo a mi cuarto con una toalla al rededor de mi cuerpo y otra en mi cabeza. Entrando no reconozco que sea mi cuarto, ya no es rosa y tampoco estan mis peluches, ahora es de color gris y colores opacos.  Me dirijo a mi closet para buscar ropa, y ya no esta la mía, ahora hay ropa talla XLL y de hombre, me pongo unos caquis y una camisa polo blanca, con mis zapatos de papá.

"En la montaña"  mientras voy bajando las escaleras, escucho la voz de mi papá gritando.

Me acerco a la sala y veo que esta viendo Dora La Exploradora, es como ver a un niño pequeño disfrutando de su hora libre.

"¿Papá, qué haces?"

Al parecer no me escucho bajando las escaleras y se sobresalto cuando le hable e inmediatamente apago el televisor.

"Nada, solo buscando que ver en la TV" tímido y asustado se levanta del sillón.

"Esta bien, no te voy a decir nada, para eso te convertí en un niño; para que pudieras disfrutar tu infancia de nuevo"

Teapot (Tetera)

Hello, darlings! This is Conrad. I'll hopefully be posting more often, around once a week, with a translation or original story. Ta-ta!

¡Hola, queridos! Soy Conrad. Con suerte, voy a publicar más frecuentamente, más o menos que una vez por semana, con una traducción o historia original. ¡Adiós, ta-ta!

                                               

Have you ever wished to have the hottest body at the beach? I do, well, used to, all the time.

I found a porcelain teapot in the middle of the beach, and it looked ornate and priceless. When I picked it up, I was eager to examine every little intricate design that gave it an ancient appearance, but I managed to keep my grasp gingerly and careful. I used my fingers to wipe off some of the sand. Once got it all off, I was met with the sight of a mysterious type of very thin calligraphy engraved into the now shining surface. I would’ve liked to read it, but it was in a language I had ever seen -- despite the fact I’d been studying the languages ​​of the world. After a bit more fun in the sun, I gathered up all my things and got ready to leave.. The sun, hidden by a bank of cloud, kept me there for a little while longer so I could snap a picture of the beautiful sunset.

Arriving home, I took the kettle and put it on the kitchen table. I prepared some dinner and ate it on the couch. When I entered the kitchen with my empty plate, the room had a distinct smell. I couldn’t put my finger on it; I could only notice how it entered my pores as well as nostrils to get into my lungs. My best attempts at sourcing the scent led me to notice how it was more pungent nearer to the teapot. I picked up the teapot and sniffed it up close. The smell was so extremely intense it made me gag. The sound of the kettle falling and breaking into thousands of pieces startled me into completely forgetting the terrible smell. Porcelain pieces laid scattered all over the kitchen. They started to shake and move by themselves, coalescing into the shape of a man’s body. It is bathed by a blindingly intense white light.

"Hello, Master."

I couldn’t see the speaker at first, but I could hear he had a very serious and intense voice. What he said left me very surprised. The intense light began lessening, but it still somehow lingered, as if waiting for something.

"Let me fix your eyes." I heard a snap and the light instantly disappeared, but my vision was blurry for some reason. I took off my glasses and saw clearer than I'd ever seen in my life. In front of me is a man, a very muscular one, with a vest of gold that didn’t cover his whole body. He had a big, no, HUGE, set of pectorals, bigger than my head. Goodness, his abs were perfect too -- all my life I’d never seen such a well developed man.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Shut-zar, teapot genie." Could it be true?

"I thought you’d be blue and only exist in the movies."

"You mean the genie from the movie Aladdin? He’s a real tool, and is my cousin by the way, but the real story is not how you humans portray it.”

"Really? You know Aladdin!? " I instantly got so inappropriately excited that being worried or shocked about having a strange man in my kitchen stopped occupying my mind.

"Yes, the two were a couple of damned thieves. Aladdin and his genie stole everything from Princess Jasmine and left her to suffer helpless in the street with her father. "

"So it wasn’t a love story?"

"Of course it was, but not for good. Well, we shouldn’t go on dredging up that horrible story; let’s get back to you. "

"Me? But I want to know more about..." I wanted to implore him to tell me more, but a booming sound cut me off.

"Enough! Stop, or I’ll not grant your wishes "

"Wishes? I have wishes? How many do I have?" What a thrill, I thought, my most fundamental desires will finally have a shot at becoming reality.

"All that you want".

"Anything!?"

"Hahaha, no, I just like to joke. You have three wishes." Damn it. Well, I got three at least.

"Well then, are you ready for your first wish?"

"Yes. I wish I had the best house in the neighborhood."

Boom. My home transformed. My ancient furniture on the verge of collapse was replaced by brand new pieces, and some were even gold! In front of me a shimmering gray cloud with three tallies appeared. One changed to an X and then the whole thing evaporated.

"Two left, Master," Shut-zar shook me out of my thoughts as I checked out my new home.

"I wish I had a hot body, nearly as big as yours."

I closed my eyes, waiting to feel a change, but soon I realized I wasn’t feeling anything and opened my eyes. I checked my body, my hands patting around, but everything had remained the same: the same clothes, the same belly, moobs like always, all equally disgusting.

"Why am I still the same?" The gray cloud appeared again and another tally was replaced by an X.

"What? No, you haven’t given me the wish!" Shut-zar laughed, but said nothing.

"I want my wish!"

"You'll get it, hold your horses."

"So, why don’t I have to wait for the house’s change?"

"Because it was the first thing you wished for, and I had to convince you the wishes are real."

I wondered if perhaps the genie wanted to make a fool out of me, but I continued anyway.

"My third wish is… I wish he had three wishes." I intended to forevermore wish for more wishes.

"Hahahaha!" His laughter was so intense that it hurt my ears. "You ought to know you can’t do that; people who want to continue but are at the end of their list always try the same thing, even though they know we’re the wisest beings in the world and we can’t be deceived. Poor ignorant people."

I was pretty disappointed, as I had always thought of doing that if someday I met a genie, and it made me feel smarter.

I asked myself, should I wish for lots of knowledge so I can get my dream job, or should I wish for my dream job without knowing much about it? I immediately knew the answer.

"I wish I had the best job where I can generate enough for plenty of luxuries without having to worry."

The gray cloud appeared again and now is just filled with Xs.

"We’re all finished, and my work is done." With another bright light, he disappeared.

"Noooo! My wishes!"

Oh well. I felt I’d been scammed, but at least I had the best home furnishings and gold to help me out of poverty.

Putting away the leftovers, I was slightly intimidated by my new kitchen as it was very luxurious, and I certainly didn’t want to damage or touch anything. I got in my new bed, which was a thousand times larger than the old one. With a bit of TV, a nice addition, I fell asleep.

I woke up to a knock on my bedroom door.

"Mister Marx, can I come in," said an unknown woman’s voice., I didn’t know what was happening or why she called me Mister Marx.

"Yes..." My voice sounded different, rougher and deeper.

The grand door opened. Through it entered a very beautiful woman wearing a white blouse and black pants.

"Good morning," her voice, very sweet, chimed to me.

"Where am I?"

"Ummm ... In your suite," said the lady as if it was blatantly obvious. But then that means I’d truly be in a suite ... Wait, suite, breakfast in bed? Was this my wish?

"Excuse me," I gravelled, quickly sidestepping her and running straight to what had to be the bathroom. It was quite different, it was too large and luxurious, and the mirror was instead on the right. The first sign of change that I managed to see out of the corner of my eye was that my skin was newly darker or, more precisely, more tanned. I turned my face toward the sight, and I loved my new face and new body. I was totally brimming with muscles, I had the best body one ever could’ve wished for.

I rubbed my hand over my pecs, big and spacious, and felt every hair on my chest go through my fingers, and then continued on to my abdomen, on which I could feel every muscle brush against the palm of my hand.

Every bit of my new body was amazing.



That’s the story of the best three wishes ever wished in the world. I am now the owner of one of the most luxurious hotels in the world, and I am amongst the richest and most important people.

I hoped to encounter another genie teapot eventually, as I’ve been told it’s not the only one.

Inexplicable

Hey, guys! I have an amazing surprise for you. This blog will be bilingual (English and Spanish)!

From now on, we’ll have a new writer and translator, he's name is Conrad, please make him feel like home. He translated his first story and I really loved it, so I couldn't give me the pleasure to ignored him and I offered the best opportunity.

Here is the story. Welcome Conrad.

“What's up, my love?"

"Please do not call me ‘my love.’"

"Why Baby?"

"Because it is weird for you to say that in the body of a man."

"I didn’t choose to end up like this!"

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Cecil was walking down the street when a bum asked her for a few coins. She always gives to those who have the most need; it makes her feel good about herself.

"Please sir," she says, leaving him $50, “spend it on something useful."

"Thank you, good girl," says the hobo, holding her hand. The smell of him after having gone days without bathing hit her very strongly in the nostrils; she had a grimace of disgust but took no effort to shake off those hands of his. "Take it and spend it on something useful," he said, putting a stone in the palm of her hand.

The tramp released her hands and she reviewed the piece of stone that now was in her hands.

"Thanks," was all she could say before walking away.

On the trip back to her house she kept the stone the bum had given her in her bag - she kept it because the gentleman had given it to her as a gesture of kindness, she was reflecting on her life when she passed through a gym and watched the people in there as they did their best to be fit. She wondered what it would feel to have a sculpted body while watching a guy training his arms; she saw his biceps as they expanded with each repetition and felt the desire to have them in her hands.

She resumed her trip back home and felt her body began to shake - every part of it felt like jelly until it stopped working and fell off her spot on the bench at the bus stop.

Her body stopped shaking. She saw her legs lengthening and hair starting to grow in blonde along the span of her legs. Her skirt transformed into black athletic pants and they covered her new legs, which felt like every single muscle below her waist had started developing. She began to feel something was pushing through her vagina; a lump began to show in her crotch. With her hand she decided to venture out and touch her new masculine member. She noticed more change happening to her - suddenly she saw how blonde hair appeared to have burst forth from her arms, and since those arms had also been beefing up, her blouse could not contain their new and amazing biceps and ripped the sleeves into a thousand pieces. A pain started from her waist to her neck while her feminine body exploded with masculinity: pecs, abs and back growing and hardening into a perfect “v”, ovaries dropping as testicles into a brand new scrotum, and her widening neck bulging out with an Adam’s apple. The pain was stronger than a hernia and she howled in agony. Her own cry terrified her, because it was not a woman's scream but was a scream of a manly, virile, deep voice. The pieces of her blouse scattered around her furiously amassed on her body to form a new men’s shirt.

After her transformation, she ran straight home, and her husband had not yet arrived. She hurriedly bounded up the stairs to get to the bathroom and look in the mirror… she could not believe that the blond dude with an extremely handsome face who appeared in the reflection, was who she was.

She went to start doing poses to highlight her new muscles, but when she lifted her arms to see herself flex her massive biceps, she froze when a faint yet familiar scent filled her nose. She brought her face to her newly hairy and masculine right armpit. "Now I smell like a real man," she declared in her recently ultra manly voice.

She loved her new scent, no, his new scent, so much that he could not help but inhale it and look in the mirror. His musculature was accentuated very well by the shirt he had on.

“I’m home, my love!" 

A startled Cecil, hearing the voice of his husband, closed the door immediately. "Who’s up there?" asked the unsuspecting spouse, Taylor, shouting up the stairs. While ascending them, his nose picked up a strange smell.

Taylor knocked on the bathroom door. "Honey, is everything okay?"

“What I do? What do I do,” the now he asked himself in panic. Cecil was worried immensely by how his husband might react.

"I'm fine, honey."

Taylor heard the voice of a man and realized that the odor he had smelled was the odor of a man after working out. "Whoever’s in there, open up or I’m calling the police!"

The door opened and a blonde man, tall and broad, came out of the bathroom. Taylor got into a stance to defend himself against this huge muscleman.

"Calm down my love, it’s me, Cecil," said the attractive man to Taylor.

"What have you done with my wife?" 

Cecil's boyfriend hurried to throw a punch the attractive blonde stranger, but he stopped it with his bare hand.

"Woah! My love — I've stopped your blow! I really do have tremendous strength," said Cecil. He let go of his husband's fist to strike a pose pridefully showing off his mountainous biceps.

After Cecil told Taylor what had happened to him, they decided to investigate what had happened, what had produced such a change.

“My love, this, being a man, is incredibly amazing," said Cecil as he got up from his chair to perform poses, muscles exploding. 

"I don’t want to go back to being a woman," the muscular, manly hunk declared, here to stay.

I hope that you have enjoyed it, you'll be reading more from him.