MorphaTek Customer Reviews

MorphaTek Customer Reviews

“10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND! I am a lifelong customer now!”

When I first stumbled upon the MorphaTek website I felt overwhelmed by possibilities. Did I want the muscles I’d always dreamed of, or would I turn my ex-boyfriend into a starfish? Then I stumbled upon the Pleasure Island Soap and I knew I had to have it.

I have this neighbor who’s been a real pain in the ass ever since he moved in. He’s a trust-fund guy, never worked a day in his life. He’s been keeping up the fratboy life for about 15 years too long. He has a weight bench out in his yard and works out while blasting loud rock music every day. Sometimes he swills beers on his porch while he catcalls ladies walking by. Whenever he has ladies over, his sex is so loud all the neighbors can hear it. Worse than anything, his dad was on the police force for years so none of the cops want to do anything about him.

One day when he was passed out on the porch I slipped in and replaced his bodywash with Pleasure Island Foaming Scrub. It worked like a charm!

The Foaming Scrub isn’t an instantaneous product. It takes many repetitive uses to take effect. The big beefy hunk started getting coarse black hair all over him at first, plus a big pair of buck teeth that protruded from his mouth. First day I saw him out on his porch, chewing on something for a long time as he stared off into the distance, I asked him if everything was okay. Turns out he had no idea what I was talking about. The Foaming Scrub erased his awareness of his changes! This only added to the fun.

He had soft fuzzy ears protruding off his head after that. The day a tail protruded out of the back of his sweatpants, it looked like he had no idea.

He kept doing what he does, working out and drinking beer and hitting up Tinder to get women to fuck, but the day I knew something changed was the day I heard a scream from his bedroom--not like the usual screams I heard up there, mind you! Turns out my neighbor’s cock had turned into a literal “donkey dick” and the woman was horrified.

“Bitch couldn’t handle me,” he bragged the next day as he batted lazy, long-lashed eyelids. “My dick’s so big most women can’t.”

All that fur just got thicker, everywhere, and his face started to push out into a muzzle. He tried to speak but didn’t seem to notice he wasn’t making any sense. At that point he just walked long laps around his yard staring at nothing, his ears twitching and his tail flipping back and forth.

I was actually outisde and watching the day his instincts to go down on all fours kicked in. His eyes went wide as his hips rotated (what a sensation that must  have been!) and he did everything he could to fight it as he slowly sank down to the ground. Once he was there, he couldn’t have been more comfortable. It wasn’t long until all his humanity was gone.

A few days later animal control came to take him away. The best part was, he spent those days eating his overgrown lawn down to a presentable length! I heard they’re putting him on a farm for the rest of his days. I’m sure he’ll be happier there. The best part is, my new neighbors are great!

Pleasure Island Foaming Scrub has made me a believer. Buy yours today!

“5 STARS! MorphaTek is the Answer to All My Prayers!”

Just bought MorphaTek’s Autoshine oil. I couldn’t be any happier!

The oil is easy to apply, although the bottle says the results are permanent, so you had best be sure you’ve got the right target before you put it on!

I went with my personal trainer Paul. He’s your typical big, bald-headed roidfreak bodybuilder. He’s on his phone for most of the time we train, only chiming in to criticize my form without offering any form of guidance.

When I found out he had a bodybuilding competition coming up, I offered to go see him. I even paid to get a pass to see him backstage. He stood there all tanned and huge, bulging and veiny everywhere (especially his big cock stuffed in those shiny red trunks!). When he wasn’t looking I swapped his posing oil with MorphaTek’s Autoshine. (Another brilliant design note: the bottles looked nearly identical making application a snap!)

After the show (which he won), I went backstage to congratulate him. He had his big trophy and he looked ready to go indulge in a cheat meal, but for some reason he had a jacket tied around his waist. I asked him what was up with it and he avoided the topic until it happened to slip off. Then I saw that the bulge in his posing trunks looked strange. It looked like he had a hard-on, but that the head had gotten swollen at the end. While he readjusted himself I got a glimpse of what he was hiding in there: his dick had turned into a gearshift!

It was only a matter of time before the rest of him changed. I waited until he was out in the parking lot to let him know what was happening. At that point he heard the dull rumble in his chest as an engine formed. His hands kept clenching into fists until they got stuck that way. A few seconds later they were big rubber tires; his feet were the same. He tried to beg me to help him but the only sounds he could make were the revving of an engine. Before I knew it he was on all fours, his skin getting hard, shiny and red (just like his posing trunks!). His face got wide and his head disappeared into his shoulders. He blinked a few times before his eyes turned into lights!

The last parts of the transformation were unsettling to watch. I can only imagine what it felt like to him. Hearing the sounds of metal grinding and twisting as it took on a new shape, his organs turning into metal car parts, his blood into oil, his ass turning to leather as it widened and reshaped along his back. Good God am I glad I was the only one there to see that. I would have probably had to car-ify all the witnesses too. I don’t have enough room in my garage for anything more than Paul!

Paul’s an absolute dream now that he’s a car. His seats are always warm (probably because they’re still, to some microscopic degree, human flesh) and he runs beautifully. At first it was clear his human will was exerting himself. His wheel wouldn’t turn the way I wanted it to sometimes and occasionally he would switch to high beams in traffic (or turn his lights off in the middle of the night, leaving me driving dangerously in the dark).

Luckily the Autoshine oil comes with a helpful manual that helped me work out all the kinks in my “muscle car”--I just let him run out of gasoline and let his battery die. A solid week out in the driveway, getting rained on and baking in the son, just an ignored hunk of useless metal, was enough to get him to start obeying me.

Now he does whatever I want. On cold days he even starts up so he’s warm when I’m ready to drive. If I’m sleepy late at night and ask nicely, sometimes he’ll drive home on his own while I nap at the wheel, waking me with a soft Honk when we’re home. I even think his gearshift still functions as a cock! Sometimes when I’m shifting, his RPMS rev way up past 5000 and I know he just had the car equivalent of an orgasm. I like to think of him in a constant horny haze, desperate for me to sit in him and work his gearshift. I don’t even think he remembers being a human anymore, and he’s way more useful to me as a car than he was as a personal trainer.

Thanks MorphaTek!

“1/10 DO NOT RECOMMEND, PRODUCT DID NOT WORK”

I got MorphaTek’s BeefHunk Powder hoping to add some size to my boyfriend but it didn’t even work. He’s still the same scrawny little guy he was when we started. What’s worse is, instead of him getting bigger, I started getting bigger. I never wanted muscles or anything but I just got beefier and beefier every week. I was exploding out of my clothes and my boyfriend had to get me a whole new… what’s the word… oh yeah, wardrobe. My boyfriend just reminded me. He’s so cool.

Anyway, so I got all these big sweaty muscles and then my cock got bigger. But it’s like, I’m a bottom! I don’t even need a big cock but it’s like a big meaty bat swinging between my thick legs now. I can’t even handle it. When my boyfriend fucks me now it just swings all over the place. Sometimes it smacks me right in the face and gets precum all over me! When we’re done fucking my boyfriend always jerks me off--it takes both hands--and then makes me eat my cum. It’s so good. So so good.

Anyway all I can think about lately is just muscles and sex. I just like working out and eating steaks and getting fucked by my boyfriend. I love it, but I wanted my boyfriend to have big muscles! He’s pretty perfect the way he is, but sometimes I’m worried he won’t want some big buffalo like me around.

It was supposed to make him dumber too, but it didn’t. He’s an engineer and makes tons of money with his big smart brain. I used to be too but now I can’t even remember my name some days. My boyfriend plays tricks on me like untying my shoes so I can’t go anywhere. I can’t remember how to tie them! I always forget halfway through. He just tells me to get my big beefy ass back upstairs so we can fuck again.

Anyway, I’m very unhappy with this product even though my boyfriend is perfectly happy with what happened. He’s helping me write this review now because I can’t remember how to poke the letters on my computer to match the words I want to say. So I gotta go. I have to do some heavy squats to make my quads bigger, then my boyfriend wants to spend the night fingering me while I suck his cock.

So I do not recommend this product! It is ineffective. Unless, wait a minute… I had an idea for a second but it’s gone. Nevermind.