Becoming an American

Version 1: Reblog from Male Transformation Blogger Becoming an American by Yaz

Version 2: Reblog from Tumblr by transformhim

Version 1

“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new voice.

Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo dumped it over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck, and taking a few sips.

ft. Unknown

“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow.

Javier was planning on moving to America, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico, plus coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. It turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. Moments earlier, he had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following. 

“Isn’t it hot in there?” Javier asked.

“There’s no ‘in there,’ I’m him now,” Uncle Arturo answered. 

“Wait, so you’re completely American?”

“As much American as this boy is… er, was.”

“So I get the pills, too?”

“Yeah, and only one set, so don’t fuck this up. I’m getting back to his group at the resort. I’ll meet you where we agreed in a week. Remember: BE CAREFUL at the border. These assholes are so on edge all the time. Just be compliant and get one of the Americans alone.”

~~~

ft. Unknown

Javier leaned against the wall near the window of the Border Patrol trailer while the buff American patrolman shuffled his papers. Javier was studying his impressive arms as he looked down at the papers. This guy was definitely older than Uncle Arturo’s American, but only by a few years. Probably in his late 20’s, he guess-timated. He looked damn good, though, and he better have been since Javier was going to be him in a few moments.

“Officer Frank Taylor, kid. And you are… Ja-vare? Like Les Mis?” the officer began.

“Javier.” Javier corrected, rolling his eyes.

“Javier. Not that it matters. Bottom line is you’re going back where you came from. No America. You understand?”

“I speak English, gringo.”

“I see. Well, you’re also going to get some charges for trying to enter illegally. Some more stains you can add to your… colorful record.”

Javier sighed, “I guess it was worth trying.”

“What, just walking in?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t the best choice, I guess. Overconfidence. Just a side effect.”

Officer Taylor looked up, “Side effects? Of what?”

Javier smirked. This guy looked like a recreational user. “Just some stuff my uncle gave me.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the name?”

“No name, just good stuff. Makes you feel like a god. When I was walking up to the border, I felt like I was 50 feet tall. It boosts the confidence. It just makes you just want to pump some iron, you know what I mean? Plus, it gives you a crazy sex drive.”

Officer Taylor was noticeably intrigued, “You, uh… Um… Do you have any on you?”

Javier beamed, “Yeah, man, just one.”

“Typical Mexicans… y’all are like a walking drug store.” 

Javier produced the pill from his pocket, “Uh, yeah. Hey, if you like it, just tell your friends. It’ll give it a head on the market.”

Officer Taylor took it from his hand, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. But I’m keeping your information.” He popped it in his mouth.

“Sure, man. How you feeling?”

Officer was holding his head, “Aw, man, a little woozy. A bit hot.”

“Yeah, uh, it’s the energy kicking in. You feel pumped yet?”

“I’m feeling something,” Officer Taylor was unbuttoning his shirt, stumbling around a bit.

“50 feet tall, right? Man, you look it. You look fuckin’ jacked. Check out those pecs! They look like their bursting.”

“Yeah, man, I feel like a giant. You like those fuckin’ pecs, fence hopper?” He started bouncing his pecs for Javier. “Oh, man, the fuck did you give me? It’s so hot… so hot…” Officer Taylor was wiping his forehead. He started talking off his pants. His thick cock sprung through the slit in his boxers, “Oh, man! Hahaha! Look at that! I guess you’re right about the sex drive! Hahahaha!” he slurred drunkenly. 

“Woah, man, relax a bit.”

Officer Taylor collapsed on the floor in a giggly moan. He took a deep breath and exhaled for a very long time. It seemed as though all of the air in his body was leaving. He still had a faint breath. Javier knew what to do.

Repeating what he saw Uncle Arturo perform days earlier, Javier disrobed all of his clothes and took his pill. He immediately felt like rubber. He moved over to Officer Taylor’s body and kicked it with his bare foot. It gave in a bit, as though it were empty of bones and organs. Javier sat down over his head, straddling the top of the officer’s head with his groin, and stretched the officer’s mouth open and fed the tip of his feet in. He heard the officer’s breathing get more labored though his nose, and Javier took a deep breath. He pinched Officer Taylor’s nose, cutting off airflow. Immediately, the officer began sucking. Slowly, Javier’s feet were sucked in, then after he was past his ankles, his legs and torso were sucked in as though covered in oil. As Javier was fed into the officer’s mouth, he could see the officer’s feet vibrating to life, like something was filling them up like a sack of water. He wiggled his toes and saw that the officer’s feet wiggled the same way. It was like his body was elongating to match the officer’s size. More importantly, it was working. Javier could feel himself getting hard at the sight of him being sucked into the officer. Once his erect member passed though the officer’s expanding mouth, he could feel it filling into the cop’s member. Next his torso, then he let go of the officer’s nose and fed his arms into the tight opening, immediately feeling the rush of power with the officer’s huge arms. He could feel his neck sliding in and took a deep breath as the officer’s mouth closed in around his head on his own mouth. It was all blackness as he could feel the features of his head expanding and reshaping and as his body felt like it was undergoing the last of the expanding into the shape of the officer’s body. He last felt like if he were to climb out of the body right now, he would have the exact type of size and shape he’d been working towards for a long time. 

He felt like he was going to black out from holding his breath when he exhaled and sharply inhaled, opening his eyes, seeing his new heaving chest in the lower periphery of his vision. He stood up, looking over and flexing his new body. It had really worked! Not that he hadn’t already seen it firsthand, but he’d never done something like this before. He knew he had to act fast to cover himself. He took off his shirt, wrapped it around his fist, and punched the window he was leaning against in his former body, shattering the glass. He grabbed a shard and sliced himself in his new torso, wincing at the pain, and collapsed on the floor for his performance as the other officers charged though the door asking what was wrong. 

“The hell kinda mess did you get yourself in, Taylor?” asked an older, paunchier border patrol officer.

“Kid broke the window and got away! I tried grabbing him but he sliced me before I could. Kid was doped up on some drugs. He told me.” Javier, or Frank Taylor now responded.

“Drugs or not, we’re supposed to be prepared for this kinda shit. You know that’s gonna be a suspension for you. Boys, get the ATV and see if you can catch that Mexican delinquent fucker,” the older man ordered.

He was right; Frank was suspended without pay for two weeks. But that didn’t matter; he was going to be quitting before he would be able to come back, anyways. Frank got in his truck, went back to his condo in Texas, USA, and took a shower in his new body, jacking off for the first time with another man’s equipment. He got out and put on some tight red briefs, downloaded a hookup app, and snapped a picture. Maybe he’d get to break in this body before meeting up with his uncle. 

ft. Jerdani Kraja

Version 2

(GrowingGuys redux)

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ft. Unknown

“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new, bro voice.

Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo took several chugs of it and then dumped the rest over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck.

“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow and rubbing the cold liquid all over his built physique.

Javier was planning on moving to America to start a new life, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico on some bullshit trespassing charges. Too many rich white people were buying up land for their massive vacation homes, and wandering one of his favorite childhood beaches quickly became wandering around “someone else’s ‘private’ beach.” Honestly, is there anything dumber than the concept of a “private beach?” It’s land connected to the ocean, for fuck’s sake. Plus, coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. Lucky for him, it turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. They had lured him to their home, promising him that he’d get some free pussy at our place. Americans love exploiting Mexico, for vacations, for drugs, for our culture, and especially for our women. Uncle Arturo gave him the little black pill promising it would make him fuck like a god, and of course he took it greedily, but it wasn’t long before he was just an empty husk. Moments later, Uncle Arturo had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following. 

“Isn’t it hot in there?” Javier asked.

“There’s no ‘in there,’ I’m him now,” Uncle Arturo answered. 

“Wait, so you’re completely American? Him?”

“As much American as this boy is… er, was.”

“So I get the pills, too?”

“Well, you get two pills, one for you and one for him, so don’t fuck this up,” you could always trust Uncle Arturo to tell you exactly how it is. “I’ll get back to his vacation group at the resort. I’ll meet you where we agreed in a week. Remember: BE CAREFUL at the border. Those gringo cabrónes are so on edge all the time, always anxious to pull a trigger. Just be compliant and get one of the Americans alone. Got it?”

“Got it, tío.”

Arturo, or Arturo in his new American jock body, handed Javier the little black pill, they exchanged a hug goodbye and some words of good luck, then Arturo started jogging back to the resort while Javier started preparing his journey.

———

ft. Unknown

Javier sat on a folding chair near the wall of the Border Patrol office trailer while the buff American patrolman shuffled his papers. Javier was studying his impressive arms as he looked down at the papers. This guy was definitely older than Uncle Arturo’s American, but only maybe by a few years. Probably in his late 20’s, he guess-timated. He looked damn good, though, and he better have been since Javier was going to be him in a few moments. Javier was no slouch, he had taken care of his body pretty damn well all his life, and he hoped whomever he became spent as much time on theirs as he had his.

“Officer Frank Taylor, kid. And you are… Ja-vare? Like Les Mis?” the officer began with a chuckle.

“Javier.” Javier corrected, rolling his eyes.

“Javier. Not that it matters. Bottom line is you’re going back where you came from. No America. You understand? Comprende?” he butchered the last word in a comically southern American dialect.

“I speak English, gringo.”

“I see. Well, you’re also going to get some charges for trying to enter illegally. Some more stains you can add to your… colorful record.”

Javier sighed, “I guess it was worth trying.”

“What, just walking in?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t the best choice, I guess. Overconfidence. Just a side effect.”

Officer Taylor looked up, “Side effect? Of what?”

Javier smirked. ‘Gotcha,’ he thought. This guy looked like a recreational user. “Just some stuff my uncle gave me.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the name?”

“No name, just good stuff. Makes you feel like a god. When I was walking up to the border, I felt like I was 50 feet tall, like I could just step over the fence. It boosts your confidence or whatever. It just makes you just want to pump some iron, you know what I mean?” he flexed his impressive arms in display, adding to his already impressive performance. “Plus, it gives you a crazy sex drive.”

Officer Taylor was noticeably intrigued, “You don’t say... You, uh… Um… Do you have any on you?”

Javier did his best to hide his excitement. He had this guy wrapped around his little finger, “Yeah, man, just one.”

“Typical Mexicans… y’all are like a walking drug store.” 

Javier winced at the insult. No matter, the guy would be a husk in a moment. He produced the little black pill from his pocket, “Yeah, man. Hey, if you like it, just tell your friends. It’ll give it a head on the market.”

Officer Taylor took it from his hand, “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. But I’m keeping your information. You may have just gotten yourself an American pay pig.” He popped it in his mouth.

“Sure, man. How you feeling?”

Officer Taylor stood there for a moment, not really feeling much of anything. Suddenly his eyes widened and he stumbled back on his two feet, as if shocked by a sudden rush in his anatomy. He was holding his head, “Aw, man, a little woozy. A bit hot.”

“Yeah, uh, it’s the energy kicking in. You feel pumped yet?”

“I’m feeling something,” Officer Taylor was unbuttoning his shirt and flinging it off, pulling his undershirt away from his body repeatedly to fan himself, and stumbling around a bit.

“50 feet tall, right? Like I said. Man, you look it. You look fuckin’ jacked.” Javier stood up and approached him. “Check out those pecs! They look like their bursting. And your fuckin’ arms, man...” He groped Officer Taylor all over, his body already beginning to feel more malleable and empty.

“Yeah, man, I feel like a giant. You like those fuckin’ pecs, fence hopper?” He started bouncing his pecs for Javier. “Oh, man, the fuck did you give me? It’s so hot… so hot…” Officer Taylor was wiping his forehead. He started talking off his pants. His thick cock sprung through the slit in his boxers, pointing erect and pink and angry at Javier, “Oh, fuck! Hahaha! Look at that! I guess you’re right about the sex drive! Hahahaha!” he slurred drunkenly. 

“Woah, man, relax a bit.” Javier urged, not really sure if he did want Officer Taylor to relax a bit. This was hot as shit.

Officer Taylor giggled and collapsed into Javier in a hug, who stumbled back feeling the weight of the officer against him and his thick, massive erection poking hard against his abs. He dropped Officer Taylor with a thud, who landed on the floor in a giggly moan. He felt himself all over, pushing his meaty fingers into a quickly emptying body. He took a deep breath and exhaled for a very long time. It seemed as though all of the air in his body was leaving. He still had a faint breath. Javier knew what to do.

Repeating what he saw Uncle Arturo perform a few days earlier, Javier disrobed all of his clothes and took his pill. He immediately felt the effects and stumbled a little bit himself, but not as dramatically as Officer Taylor. He felt like rubber, super malleable, compressible, and flexible. He—oh fuck, he was like rubber! He pulled an arm back and it bend backwards at the elbow, as if his joints didn’t matter. He giggled and did the same with his fingers. He twisted his upper body powerfully left and right and made his upper body twist at his hips way past what was humanly possible. He brought a hand up to his head and started twisting it, and it pivoted around and around his head like a corkscrew. ‘I must look like that freaky bitch from that demon movie,’ he thought with a chuckle. He wanted to fool around some more with this new ability, but he knew that time was of the essence and that someone would come to check on the two of them sooner or later. 

He didn’t have to worry about cameras, fuckers like Officer Taylor always preferred that rooms like this lacked any camera so they could rough people up as much as they wanted to without worrying about complaints from the higher ups. He moved over to Officer Taylor’s body and kicked it with his bare foot. It gave in a bit, as though it were empty of any bones and organs. Javier sat down over his head, straddling the top of the officer’s head with his groin. He was hard as a rock at this point and took advantage of his rubber body one last time. He gripped onto his hardened shaft and yanked, watching it stretch out impossibly long, thinning as it went. He giggled like a a child discovering a new hobby. After his arm was fully extended, he let go—bad choice—as his hardened, stretched out cock snapped back and slapped with a fleshy snapping sound against his groin at full force. He groaned and gripped onto his pulverized balls in pain. He massaged them back to life, cursing himself for being so ridiculous. He played with his sack a little bit, stretching out his scrotum and watching his nuts hang impossibly low with fascination. Alright, enough fooling around.

He repositioned himself over Officer Taylor, straddling his head. He remembered watching Arturo just... dip his hand into the tourist’s mouth and it opened up like a sleeping back. He shrugged and did the same with Officer Taylor. His lips widened and stretched as though his face were made out of super stretchy elastic, and then fed the tip of his feet in. He felt minor suction and again remembered what Arturo did. He pinched Officer Taylor’s nose and Javier took a deep breath. Immediately, the powerful suction from within officer Taylor’s began and he felt himself being drawn into his mouth. Slowly, Javier’s feet were sucked in, then after he was past his ankles, his legs and torso were sucked in as though covered in oil. As Javier was fed into the officer’s mouth, he could see the officer’s feet vibrating to life, like something was filling them up like a sack of water. He wiggled his toes and saw that the officer’s feet wiggled the same way. It was like his body was elongating to match the officer’s size. More importantly, it was working. Javier could feel himself getting hard again at the sight of him being sucked into the officer. Once his erect member passed though the officer’s expanding mouth, he could feel it filling into the cop’s member. Damn, this white boy was packing! His cock felt thicker and longer than his own by a mile, and he by no means had a little dick. Once he was up to his own toned chest, he let go of the officer’s nose and fed his arms into the tight opening, immediately feeling the rush of power with the officer’s huge arms. He could feel his neck sliding in and took a deep breath as the officer’s mouth closed in around his head on his own mouth. It was all blackness as he could feel the features of his head expanding and reshaping, as his body felt like it was undergoing the last of the expanding into the shape of the officer’s body. He last felt like if he were to climb out of the body right now, he would have the exact shape and size of Officer Taylor—a yummy shape and size indeed.

He felt like he was going to black out from holding his breath when he sharply inhaled, opening his eyes, seeing his new heaving chest in the lower periphery of his vision. He stood up, stumbling a little bit with his new height and weight, looking over and flexing his new body. It really worked! Not that he hadn’t already seen it firsthand, but he’d never done something like this before. 

He knew he had to act fast to cover himself. He picked up his button down, wrapped it around his fist, and punched the window against the wall of the portable, shattering the glass. He grabbed a shard and reached around to stab himself in the back—not enough to do real damage, but enough to be convincing—and screamed at the pain, and collapsed on the floor for his performance as the other officers charged though the door asking what was wrong. 

“The hell kinda mess did you get yourself in, Taylor?” asked an older, paunchier border patrol officer.

“He fought like hell! Tore my goddamn shirt off me! Fuck, the kid broke the window and got away! I tried grabbing him but he shanked me before I could. He was doped up on some performance enhancing drugs, he told me. Dirty fuckin’ fence hopper...” Javier—or rather Frank Taylor now—felt weird saying such an insulting thing but he had to be convincing.

“Drugs or not, we’re supposed to be prepared for this kinda shit, Taylor. You know that’s gonna be a suspension for you. Boys,” he called out to the men outside, “get the ATVs and see if you can catch that Mexican delinquent fucker,” the older man ordered. “Clean yourself up, Taylor.” He walked away with revulsion.

‘Aaaand scene!’ Javier thought with a slight smile. He fucking did it. He was an American now.

———

He was right; Frank was suspended without pay for two weeks. But that didn’t matter; he was going to be quitting that fascist fucking shit heap job before he would be able to come back anyways. Maybe he’d go to school, like he always wanted. Find something to do with engineering, since he always had a knack for solving problems and tinkering with machinery. Wouldn’t be an issue paying for it, either. He could definitely strip on the side with a body like this, get paid some damn good money, too. 

Frank/Javier got in his truck, noticed that there was a smelly gym back sitting in the backseat, and decided ‘Why not?’ and drove to the gym in Texas, USA, channeling Frank’s memories. He lifted some iron—and more than he ever had before, goddamn this white boy’s got beef—and gave himself a nice pump. He went to the showers and jacked off for the first time with another man’s equipment, feeling powerful, reborn, and hung like a horse, it was irresistible. People stared and groaned at his display, but he didn’t give a shit. He felt and looked like a god among men. Once he was out, he opened Frank Taylor’s phone, downloaded a hookup app, and snapped a picture. Maybe he’d get to break in this body—cock and asshole—before meeting up with his uncle. 

ft. Patrick Leblanc