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Names Will Never Hurt Me
Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.
You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me?
You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.
You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass.
You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.
You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.
Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is.
What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.
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Stole his Wildness
“What are you staring at, faggot? Yeah it’s me ‘little’ Daryl. Do you still insist on mocking me. I thought so, puny ass faggot. What happened you ask.”
“I got sick of you and your football buddies bullying me, so I searched the internet and found a spell, which steals animal attributes.”
“I got the physical power of a gorilla horde, the incedible hair of a lion, the dick of an elephant and so on.”
“My body somehow adapted to the changes and reality did as well.”
*You ask, why you can remember*
“Oh yeah, I made you immune to the changes, so you could admire my new body even more. So you and I are the only ones who remember my old self. Oh and unfortunately I had to trade my homosexuality in order to make the changes. I am now straight as an arrow.”
“Seems like your girlfrriend is now mine, as are your buddies. I rule the fucking school now, though it unfortunately cost a lot of animals their happiness.”
*You ask about the tiger*
“Oh yeah, I stole something important from him, his wildness. For what you ask. Hahaha, your girlfriend will be so much happier now that she has me. I used his wildness in the bedroom. He was so tame, that I had to take him home.”
“So I have to go and fuck your, or should I better say my girlfriend. And now fuck off, faggot!”
Thank you @amalianetwork for helping me getting through my low. And thanks @absqrst for letting me use his idea. I know I already posted this, but I was told that I already had used the model for a similar idea, so I swapped pics.
Confidence Destroying
Lewis was pretty much perfect in every way. At the age of 21 he was the undisputed Big Man on Campus, being both the captain of the wrestling and football team. He wasn’t a jerk though, the 6′6″ 280 lbs behemoth always being friendly towards anyone he met and helpful and caring for those in trouble. Everybody knew that Lewis was attending the college on a scholarship, but most people didn’t know that this scholarship had nothing to do with his athletic success. Lewis was just a genius, having shown remarkable talent for Organic Chemistry and Biochemistry.
At the young age of 18 Lewis had written an essay, which later led to the discovery of a cure for the flu. Lewis’ genius also extended to other areas. He excelled at math and literature and (what most of the sorority houses could testament to) the bedroom. He was an expert at fucking all girls into ecstasy with his thick 10″ cock.
But all the good guy act and nice persona ended at the threshold of his house.That’s what Lewis’ little brother Leonard knew far too well. Lewis forced his little brother constantly to do things for him, like washing his dirty clothes and doing his housework. What was even worse, was that Leonard was gay and Lewis had caught him one day while Leonard was sniffing at the stretched out jockstrap Lewis had worn to practice that day.
From then on it went kind of downhill, with Lewis constantly walking around in only his jockstraps or even nude. Their shared room didn’t make matters better and so Leonard had to witness more than once how Lewis fucked a girl silly. It wasn’t like Leonard would have any way to pay him back. The 17-year-old was pretty much the complete opposite of his big bro. He was below average in pretty much every area, be it height, athleticism, beauty, intelligence or even dick size. That is until Leonard found a program called Chronivac.
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It was a nice sunny day and Lewis had talked his best friend Tony into coming over to his house and chilling. They walked home and took a detour to the river in order to enjoy the day some more and maybe pick up a few chicks if they were at it. They even saw Leonard driving by in a bus, though he was too busy typing on his phone to notice them.
Lewis’ and Tony’s plan didn’t succeed, the chicks weren’t really interested and not even Lewis’ legendary charm could change their opinion. Just when the third girl in a row had turned him down, Lewis was hid by a headache. He remembered that persuasion had never been his strong point. That’s why he normally let his body and face do the talking.
Frustrated he came home and immediately saw something disturbing. A jockstrap, looking like size 3XL was draped over the handrail. What looked even worse was that the flexible material was even stretched out from what must have been a farm animal sized set of genitals. “Weird.”, Lewis uttered and threw it in the laundry basket, Lewis would have to wash it later.
The two jocks stepped into the garden and decided to play some football. The game was kind of one sided, with Lewis taking the obvious lead. This went on for several minutes, until the door opened. Out stepped Leonard, clad in nothing more than a jockstrap, just like the one Lewis had fished off the handrail. And just like he had theorized, the owner was seriously packing. Another wave of dizziness hit him. It was only natural for Leonard to have 3XL as a jockstrap size, his genitals were ridiculously disproportioned on his skinny frame. He scratched at his humongous bulge and Lewis and Tony had and equally frustrating feeling of emptiness in their crotch areas. The two built sport stars were always mocked for being so unhung, both barely having 3 inches of cock when hard.
“What you’re looking at, Lewis?”, Leonard mockingly asked and scratched at his bulge once more. “Fuck off, twerp?”, Lewis answered angrily and turned back to playing with Tony. The beefy linebacker still couldn’t get over how different Lewis was from his brother Leonard, the one being an gerbil dicked supertalent and the other just a horsehung average guy. Tony though noticed a displeased look crossing the younger brother’s face as he pulled his phone seemingly out of nowhere and began typing.
The next thing the two jocks knew was that it felt like ants were crawling under their facial skin, but that feeling subsided as quickly as it had come. Suddenly Leonard called from the door. “It’s really fun to see Troll and the Ogre play this game. You’re really good at this guys.” A little embarrassed Lewis and Tony looked at each other. The nicknames ‘Troll’ and ‘the Ogre’ weren’t really the nicest around, but they were unfortunately fitting.
Lewis was called “Troll” because of his crooked teeth and crooked nose, that had been broken multiple times. It gave him an intimidating look, that fit his burly build and towering height. On the other hand “the Ogre” Tony had earned his nickname from his overhanging mono brow and spotty skin, which made him look kind of dumb all the time. With a brooding look the two brutes turned at Leonard and were, as always, taken aback by his looks.
Leonard looked like a Grecian statue had come to life, his face looking hard and like it was carved out of marble, while at the same keeping the young pretty boy charm of a 17-year-old. His features were so perfect they would make Narcissus jealous and put Adonis to shame. His eyes were so blue, that even the bluest of skies looked grey against them.
“I said you should fuck off, twerp.”, Lewis said and resumed playing, or at least he tried to, since he was hypnotized by Leonard’s beauty. It took Lewis a moment to shake him awake and get him to play. And once again they ignored the pissed off look on Leonard’s cherubic face.
The moment Lewis threw his 5′6″ frame into 5′5″ one he was hit by another headache. Wasn’t he to be taller? But no, Leonard was the tall one of the two. Lewis was even glad he was so short, since it wouldn’t make sense for a wrestler to be tall. With his short frame he could use his power more concentrated. It also made sense for a football player like Tony, because he was more agile that way. Though it would have certainly be nice to be as tall as Leonard with his 7′3″ frame. But Lewis “little” brother had the constant problem of banging his head on the doorframes, even though their parents had installed extra high ones, so that wouldn’t happen.
But then another headache hit Lewis and Tony, resulting in the two of them grabbing their heads with petite hands. Why would the two of them ever be active in sports like football and wrestling. Their build was more fit for gymnastics, that was if their balance wasn’t thrown off by the big bouncy bubble butt they possessed. They both had a more skinny stature with small, flexible muscles.
On the other hand was Lewis’ older brother Leo. He was the undisputed stallion of his campus, and he wasn’t even 20 yet. That said, didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten a taste of most of the sorority members on his campus. They just enjoyed rubbing Leo’s massive juicy pecs, while riding on his horse cock or feeling up he giant arms Leo called his own. Of course tracing the deep ridges of Leo’s sixpack wasn’t a turn off either.
“At least I have still my scholarship.”, Lewis lisped and tried to recall what he and Tony had just done, when he heard the typing from the door. “Yeah, gymnast scholarships are great.”, Tony answered and giggled dumbly. Of course they would only get in college like that, after all the two twinks had barely made it through high school, because they had constantly milked their classmates’ dicks. And if they weren’t busy with that, Tony had to take care of Leo’s monster.
Right after that thought had left his mind, Lewis heard a rumble come from next to him. It’s source was obviously Tony, who was seemingly quite hungry, judging the way he rubbed his ass. Fortunately Leo was close and walked up to the twink. “Wanna have your meal now?”, he asked and pulled down his gym shorts. Immediately Tony cupped the cum heavy bull nuts and began massaging them, while working the mammoth tool with his bottomless throat. “Make it quick though, some girls are coming over later.”, Leo said and forced Tony further down his cock.
Hungrily Lewis licked his lips and thought about how delicious Leo’s cock must taste, but for now he’d have to settle for some jock from the gym.
All in the Fine Print
Chester and his nephew Donald, or Dom as he preferred to be called, drove through the nice expensive neighborhood of their town. Chester, who had made a lot of money with his job as researcher in a big chemical facility, had been searching for a new house for a while. His old one had become a little small after Dom, who worked as personal trainer in a nearby gym, had broken up with his girlfriend and moved in with his uncle.
Chester had found a real estate agent who was well known for selling exquisite property, though not much was known despite not much being known about him. As the two drove through to the mysterious man’s office in Chester’s vintage cabrio, they once again talked about their favorite topic, Dom’s bed stories. Chester, being the 60 year old man he was, actually enjoyed hearing Dom go on about how he banged nearly every girl he laid eye on, which looking back might be the reason his girlfriend threw him out.
It wasn’t long before Chester pulled the car over in front of a serious looking office building. They entered the real estate agent’s office and found him putting the finishing touches to the contract. “Ah Mr. Banton, I’ve been waiting for you. I just finished the papers for the mansion on the hell you had requested. Just to be sure I also included the exchange of the bedroom closets and the remodeling of the garden into the contract.” “Excellent, … Luke, was it?”, Chester replied followed by a nod from Luke, leaving Dom a little puzzled why his uncle addressed the man with his first name.
“Are you sure you wish to make the adjustments mentioned in the contract, Mr. Banton?”, Luke asked. Now it was Chester’s turn to be puzzled “Of course, yes I do.”, the rich man replied. “Your wish is my command.”, the real estate agent grinned and added, “Now I just need your signature here. And of course your nephew’s too.” Both of the men nodded. Luke had been really insisting on Dom signing too, since he would live in the mansion too. Neither one of the men noticed the ink shortly sporing a golden gleam as they shook hands with Luke or the wicked grin on the real estate agent’s face as they left.
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Eager to see their new home, Chester quickly talked Dom into driving there, though he had so much energy, he could run their. They climbed into the car and drove off. Soon they passed by a shoe store. All of a sudden a question popped up in Chester’s mind. He had been planning to gift Dom shoes for his birthday in a few weeks, but didn’t know his size. Trying to sound as unsuspicious as possible he asked his nephew: “Hey Dom, your shoes look awfully big. What shoe size do you have again?”
The personal trainer wanted to immediately tell his uncle, he had gigantic size 16 feet, since he knew what his uncle had planned to get him for birthday, but instead he said: “I only have sight 8, unlike you with your boat feet, Uncle Chester.” It felt weird for him to say that, but comparing his own small feet to his uncle’s it was definitely true. Dom had found one of his uncle’s shoes in the hallway once and a quick look at the label had confirmed that the 60 year-old really had size 17 feet, despite his meek stature. Though Dom found that Chester looked a bit beefier than usual. Had he been working out?
As it turned out the mansion was on top of a hill and the way from the estate agent’s office included a steep street, not that Chester’s car had any struggle with it. Actually it was quite the opposite. He accelerate so much that Dom was pressed back in his seat, only just noticing that his head didn’t sit quite as much above the end of the car seat as usual or that the higher they drove up the hill, the further down he slid at the leather seat, until his head was barely at the bottom of the headrest.
What he did notice though was that he had to crane his neck upwards to look at his uncle’s face. The old man was really a behemoth. “How tall are you again, Uncle Chester?” The older man had to wrinkled his forehead as he tried to remember. “Something like 7 feet, maybe a little more?”, he answered, clearly not sure of his exact height himself. Dom just gulped. His uncle was a tower, especially compared to the 5′8″ figure of his nephew. And even though Dom was still more muscular, probably because he was younger, the older man had an impressive body for his age.
It seemed like they had been driving far to fast, since a police car pulled them over not much later. Chester didn’t seem to worry much and why would he. He had a ton of money and could probably pay any fine they imposed on him. Dom on the other hand wasn’t nearly as confident, throwing nervous glances over to his uncle.
The officer ordered Chester to lower his window by gesture. “You have been driving nearly 20 mph too fast back there. Do you have anything to justify yourself?”, the policeman asked. “Sorry officer, but I just bought this car and can’t really assess it’s velocity. My doctor also said I have this thing called shaky feet and that’s a little hindering while driving.”, Chester justified himself. The cop just rolled his eyes. “Your driver’s license please.” Obediently Chester gave him the document. “So you’re 15, is that right?”, the man asked and Chester almost wanted to correct him, but neither Chester nor Don found themselves able to. “Yeah that’s right.”, Chester’s, or as he preferred to be called, Chez’ booming bass broke the silence, while the policeman noted the young millionaire’s particulars.
“I’ll turn a blind eye this time, Chez, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine. By the way, are you still in for Maria’s birthday present?”, the cop asked. “The threeway? Sure thing, bro, but seriously can’t you get your wife other presents than this?”, Chez responded, giving his hefty bulge an effective grab, resulting in the young cop rolling his eyes, “Anyway, see you later in the gym, bro.” And with that words, Chez closed the window and started the car again.
When they were nearly at their destination, Chez finally finished his overly long and graphic story about the night before. “Well long story short, girls just can’t resist this face. I’m sure you were like that when you were younger too, Uncle Donald.” The elderly Donald just smirked. In his younger days Donald had been quite the player, despite his relatively small height. He had been quite well in shape, though not as incredibly muscular as his nephew. But that was to be expected, after all Chez had made a fortune with his own line of gyms, for which he was the poster boy.
Finally they drove up the driveway of the new mansion. The house really was huge and the garden surrounding it was too. Just when Chez pulled the car over in front of the front door, he turned over to his uncle. “I think you have a crumb in your beard. Let me remove it.”, he said and reached over to remove said object from Donald’s beard. Only that he didn’t only pull out the crumb, but pulled the whole beard off his uncle’s face with it.
The two of them couldn’t even comprehend what happened when the beard sunk into Chez’ hand and pushed out of the gym owner’s lantern jaw, forming a dense forest of black hair pushed out of his lantern jaw and coating it in a perfect designer stubble.
Just when the strange event ended, not that either of the two men remembered it, Chez’ girlfriend pushed the front doors open. Immediately the hunky jock left the car and ran towards her. “I missed you so much, baby. The house is amazing, thanks for selling it to me.”, Chez said. “No problem, baby. And sorry I couldn’t lower the price any more.”, Lucy, his girlfriend replied. “No problem, after all you made up for it that night.”
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Several days later, Lucy laid on the terrace and watched Chez swim through the mansion’s large pool. The large muscles of his back and powerful are arms bulged extremely as he did in the large swimming pool. She smiled wickedly at how well her plan, making the older man sign a contract to get him the manliness of his nephew, had worked out. The former Dom, now Donald, still lived with them, but the many rooms of the house allowed them to still have sex whenever they wanted.
The imposing figure of the muscular jock escaped the water and as he climbed the stairs up to her, the bulge in his tight speedo bouncing seductively. As he stood before her, Lucy pulled out the still wet, monstrous tool from it’s constricting prison and started massaging it. A deep moan escaped the gym owner’s lips as he easily lowered the girl and himself down onto another lounger that would probably break from their passionate and intense love making.
Just before he pushed his humongous cock into her awaiting pussy, the estate agent whispered into Chester’ ear: “You and your uncle should really start reading the fine print.” Then he finally pushed in and her body exploded with bliss.
Names Will Never Hurt Me
Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.
You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me?
You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.
You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass.
You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.
You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.
Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is.
What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.
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Taking Everything Of Theirs
The day after sending in your wish, you went through your usual wish hoping for some sort of magical transformation to completely give you a new body and life. However, your wishes grew unanswered as the day continued, leading to an intense hit towards your morale. Despite being only 5’4” and incredibly twinky, you decided to go to the local gym to pass the time. Even though you were completely unable to gain muscles, your drunken New Year’s resolution had led to you purchasing a year-long plan. Given the monetary investment, you decided you might as well get the most out of the surprisingly cheap plan you signed up for.
Heading into the gym, you came across the normal dudes you often found yourself encountering in these late-night gym sessions. There was Rudy, the tattooed brute that you were both simultaneously turned on by but also terrified of. On the opposite side of the gym was Chris, an aspiring fitness influencer who was completely swole. Finally, there was Michael, the fairly average man with a solid set of muscles whose main form of intimidation was his deep booming voice. Despite being smaller than many of the guys here, Michael’s voice was able to intimidate even the brawniest of jocks to get out of his way. To you, it was completely enthralling to see based on your attraction to the biggest buffest men here.
Not wanting to stare and give flies an opportunity to gather in your open mouth, you watch as Rudy leaves the rowing machine. Taking the now vacated seat as an opportunity to finally start your workout, you immediately head on over and assume the position to use the equipment. At first, the machine works as you normally experienced it, but soon after, you begin to feel a twinge of pain shooting up your arm and running down to the right side of your chest. At first it was a warm radiating pain, but as it increases in intensity, you can’t help but grow worried that something deadly was happening to you. Letting go and leaving the machine, you rush into the bathroom and try to figure out what’s going on.
After cooling your face off with some water in case you were having some sort of heat stroke due to the clammy temperature of the gym, you continue to feel the pain radiating through your body. Despite the pain slightly dampening as you try to cool down, it’s clear that the pain is still prevalent and noticeable. Upon bending down to make sure no one was in the stalls, you quickly take your shirt off to try and figure out if there was some sort of bodily injury. As you pull your shirt off, you look into the mirror and realize that something is different about you. On your right arm, you find that the limb has been completely covered in colorful tattoos. Looking further, you find that the right side of your chest has also been adorned in an innate tattoo as well. Given your fear of needles, you cannot fathom how these intense tattoos have mysteriously appeared on your body.
While you stare at your limbs and the bright ink that adorns it, you suddenly begin to feel as though they look familiar. Looking closer, you realize that these tattoos were the same exact ones that covered Rudy’s body. Somehow, your body has now created a duplicate copy of these tattoos. Given your small frame, these tattoos look absolutely out of place and hilarious. As a result, you quickly put your shirt back on in shame. Despite enjoying the look of your new sleeve, it felt incredibly silly to have them. These tattoos would be perfect on a big guy like Rudy, but on a twig like you, it was laugh-inducing.
As your mind really comes to terms with what’s going on with you, you shake your head in bewilderment and walk back out to the gym. Upon re-entering, you attempt to act as if nothing incredible had just happened to you. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, so you kept your eyes to the ground and began to walk towards the drawstring bag that you had left by the rowing machine. As you sat on the machine once more and looked at all of the gym-goers, your eyes once again caught sights of Rudy. As he worked out, you look at him and begin to admire his body once more. With his hairy and burly physique, you had an intense attraction to him. While staring at his beefy biceps, your eyes laser-focus onto his right arm and you gasp at the sight. The tattoos that had previously so flawlessly worked for Rudy’s body had completely vanished. Upon this revelation, you began to realize that there’s some sort of magic involved with this. In some sort of magical twist, you were seemingly taking attributes from various men at the gym upon using the same machine as them.
Now realizing the potential you now had, a small grin of mischief manifested on your face. As you sit there wondering who to take from next, you notice that the cocky influencer Chris was vacating the chest fly machine. Seeing this as an opportunity to gain the dream physique you’ve so desperately wanted, you rush over with a spring in your step and sit down on the seat. Upon settling into position, you chuckle to yourself as you now get a prime view of Chris working out across the gym on a leg adductor. With his legs crunching together in the middle of your field of view, you grow excited to watch first-hand as he loses his precious muscles. The man had been quite an asshole to you and several other lanky members of the gym, so you couldn’t wait for some magically-afflicted revenge to come his way.
Not wanting to wait any longer, you gripped onto the two pieces of the machine and slowly pulled them together. At first, you struggle with each rep, but you slowly find yourself growing more comfortable on the machine. Looking at your arms, you watch as your flimsy arms begin to incrementally inflate with thick muscle. Your biceps are buffing up the fastest, which makes you chuckle as you get a first taste of the physique you’ve always dreamed of.
While this occurs, you look over to Chris to see how he’s fairing in terms of the muscle theft. To your enjoyment, you watch as the man’s broad biceps deflate like popped balloons. Within no time, you watch as the man gains the frail arms that you once used to possess. With this process completed, you begin to watch in wonder as the changes progress further down the jock’s body. As the man works on his leg muscles while completely oblivious to the changes, you watch as the hefty pectorals that jut out from his sweat-soaked tank top are slowly losing their relevance. With each passing exhale, the jock’s torso begins to completely lose its intimidating muscles.
As Chris loses the muscles, the muscle growth that you’re experiencing is incredibly erotic. Meaty pecs begin to protrude from your small-sized shirt, straining the fabric as it's not used to such a broad body. With broad pectorals finalizing their creation on your body, you watch in amazement as abdominals begin to slowly push forth from your stomach. Despite your lanky physique, you had never been able to get anything beyond a taut stomach, so this was incredible to watch these muscles press forth from the increasingly sweat-soaked t-shirt you were wearing.
With your upper half now possessing the muscles of the amateur influencer, the changes begin to progress further. As your thighs instinctually flex, they quickly bulk up and give muscles that would surely require you to adjust your stance from now on. Looking over at Chris, it’s almost comical seeing how it looks. The tank top that once used to be skin tight is now loose and barely clinging onto the now much smaller man. It was around the time you gained your muscular thighs that Chris slowly began to grow aware of something happening to him. As he progressed through his sets, he began to find himself having more and more trouble continuing onward. Alarms started to go off in his head when he didn’t feel the usual fatigue of his muscles. No, this feeling that the jock had was different… it was of intense pain. It was almost like he no longer had any leg muscles.
Looking down in curiosity, Chris screamed in shock as he found his thighs actively shrinking before his eyes. “Whoa bro, what the fuck is going on here!?” the man screamed as he jumped off the machine in shock. At this point, every other gym-goer was staring in a look of absolute disbelief at the sight of the big shot jock now completely drained of all of his muscle. Despite knowing that this had happened, no one could offer up a logical explanation as to what was happening to him. Due to this, you could only quietly chuckle to yourself at the sight of the formally buff man welling up with tears as the reality of his new body set in.
While doing this, you continued to workout on the machine, absorbing whatever remaining morsels of muscles that were left on Chris’ body. Watching him stand and look at the stunned men and women with a pleading look on his face, you looked down and laughed as you watched as the jock’s calves completely deflated. With no one able to help the newly created twink of a man, the former jock cried out in shame and sprinted out of the gym after grabbing his bag. Upon seeing the look of embarrassment plastered across his face as he ran, you were adamant that you would never see the asshole jock again terrorizing any aspiring gym-goer.
Despite the man leaving the gym, the remaining gym goers continued to awkwardly stand in place still as they tried to comprehend the situation. Looking around the gym, you noticed that the only other person who didn’t care about the man was Michael. Actually, the average man was leaving the treadmill to seemingly head out for the night based on the bag slumped over his shoulder. Not wanting to be a buff jock stuck with a light and airy voice, you decided that you had another task at hand before stopping your changes for the time being.
Walking over there, you hop onto the machine and begin to undergo a light jog. While listening to music, you begin to hum along to the song in hopes of hearing the new voice beginning to emerge. After a minute or two of jogging, you begin to feel a husky deep quality of your voice begin to appear even through your humming.
While you were doing this, Michael himself was driving home and singing along to his favorite music as well. The man was eager to get home and head to bed due to working early in the morning. However, as he continued to sing, he began to feel his voice slowly transform and gain your original voice. But, the man was unaware of what was really happening to him due to the fact that he thought his voice was just dry or he was coming down with some sort of cold. As he takes swigs out of his water bottle, he attempts to have his voice return to normal, but this was all to no avail. He was completely unaware of the fact that he would now forever have your old voice.
Now fairly happy with where your new body was at, you hopped off the machine as a smile of glee spread across your face. Given that the gym was relatively dead, you took the opportunity to take a selfie to commemorate your new physique. After peeling off the shirt that was straining to contain your newfound bulk, you quickly snapped a few shots while flexing.
Luckily for yourself, flying under the radar with your previous physique allowed for your new appearance to appear with no questions asked. In fact, all of the guys began to grow envious of the new stud that seemingly just appeared out of nowhere and stole the unofficial title of buffest man. Most guys would become jealous and try their hardest to outdo you, but luckily with your new gift, they had no idea that you had a way of bringing them back down to size...
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First ride
My flatmate Ricky had told me of the joy of the first ride of the season. When you can finally put on the gear, kick up the engine and hit the open road. So now I’ve got to try that.
I pulled on my Dainese leather suit, my boots, my gloves and grabbed my helmet. On my way out the door I stopped by the mirror and made certain my Ricky mask was still in place. I grabbed Ricky’s motorcycle key and his wallet from the table. Everything I needed to be him for today.
As I went into the parking lot in the basement, I couldn’t help but smile with Ricky’s dumb grin. Nobody was going to be able to tell the difference. It was gonna be a great first ride.
Bloodhunt
Body a day - #3: Blood
Blood is the essence of life. Especially to us vampyres, we need it to live, but not in the same way you do. But with the ever-returning thirst, you do learn a few tricks as a vampyre. My friend Axel and I have found a way to not only drain blood, but also muscles, youth and other desirable human traits. It makes us strong. It makes us attractive. And that is what we have to be to survive. We just need a nipple to sate the appetite, then we’re on our way, so no reason to be afraid. Sure you might wake up next morning a little light-headed and a few pounds of muscles short of yesterday, but you’d be alive and well and your contribution is much appreciated. It's little difference to a blood donation.
Never bullied again
Body a day - #5: Revenge
Revenge… Feels good, Daniel thought to himself, zipping up the jacket that belonged to his bully Kurtis. There wasn’t much left of Kurtis once Daniel had helped himself to all his attributes. His big chest, his broad shoulders, his toned arms, his firm abs, his strong legs, his clear skin, his lush hair, his perfect vision, his stunning smile, his intoxicating confidence… The list goes on, Daniel had taken it all, except for the look of innocence, that was Daniel's own from the start.
He was never going to get bullied again – ever.
Not satisfied yet.
Body a day - #22: Satisfied
I wasn’t satisfied yet. I needed more. I looked at myself in the mirror, I was looking amazing already. This body was the result of me merging with two other guys. But I wasn’t satisfied yet.
The first one was some random douchebag from my local gym, Tyler, I think his name was. A real gym rat and self-absorbed jerk. I heard him make fun of my scrawny physique to his friends behind my back. He was an easy first victim and his body became the foundation, that I was going to build upon. After having absorbed him, I gained all of his muscles, from his pecs, abs and biceps to his thighs, calves and neck. It was a good body to start with, and really satisfying watching these muscles now serving me, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.
The second one was my best friend – or rather my former best friend, we had a falling out some years ago, and while I hated him, like he resented me, a part of me still missed him and yearned for him. He wasn’t particular impressed with my new body, but soon he was contributing to it, only struggling a bit as he merged with me and Tyler’s brawn. He caused my muscles to grow even further, my muscles became more defined. He had a very handsome face, that I would have loved to make mine, but his facial features mixed perfectly with mine, I could see us both in this new face, and I couldn’t complain, I was very pleased with this handsome visage. But I wasn’t satisfied yet.
Now comes the question; who will be the third person to improve me? I have been thinking, whether it would be an acrobat or a martial arts expert, who would perfect my already impressive body with their nimbleness and skill, or maybe an artist, or a dancer, or a wrestler or a professional trainer... Maybe three isn’t enough… Maybe I should just continue, absorbing people with any desirable traits and slowly progress towards perfection as I make their features and skills my own. I haven’t decided yet, but I wasn’t satisfied yet.
Strangers on a train
Body a day - #25: Choice
Five stations left… It was 20:32 and in about twenty minutes the train would arrive at Alex’s destination, where he had planned to meet up with his friends to hit the town.
For a Friday evening, it was unusually quiet in the train. Alex had the whole compartment to himself, and just stared out through the dark windows at the indistinguishable landscapes and buildings that passed by.
Down the aisle, he could see two young men walking towards him, they were laughing very loudly. They passed Alex, but from the corner of his eye, he could see, that they stopped right as they walked by. One of them poked the other with an elbow and whispering: “that one.” Ominously they sat down on the vacant seats in front of him.
They didn’t say anything, so Alex pretended he hadn’t noticed them, and just continued staring out the window. Alex were starting to feel uncomfortable. For a sliver of a second he got eye-contact with them, they were staring right back at him, one with the arm around the other’s shoulder. Alex didn’t know what it was…
Their cocky smiles or sinister stares, nevertheless he felt a sense of unease. Why would they sit here, when the rest of the compartment is empty? They have done that by choice. They looked like bad news…
”That’s not a nice thing to say.” said the guy in the tracksuit jacket. Alex was shocked. Had he really said that out loud?
The guy in the tracksuit jacket leaned forward towards Alex, Alex tried scooting back in his seat, but the guy grabbed Alex’s chin with his thumb and index finger, then with one swift move he yanked his arm upwards, Alex felt a sharp pain in his face, and everything went black.
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Alex had no idea, how much time had passed, or what he had just experience was just a bad dream, he was laying sideways across the train seat, his face was still hurting, though he wasn’t sure why.
He pulled himself up in the seat, then almost fell out of it again as he almost died of fright, he couldn't believe his own eyes.
The two guy were still seated across from him, but now he saw his own face smiling fiendishly and laughing at him. Alex was deeply horrified at the display, he couldn't think, all he felt was fright and panic, and then he fainted again.
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“Good choice,” said Jacob to Adam, as the two young men disembarked the train at the next station.
Adam couldn’t stop admiring his new face using his phone camera as a mirror, gently rubbing his face and running his fingers through his lush golden hair, there was little doubt that Adam was beyond satisfied with his new model-like face.
”Do you wanna go try and find his friends? Maybe you could get yourself a new face too?” Adam said, his voice now more akin to Alex’s.
”Nah… I like my face the way it is,” Jacob said calmly, “but I would like to get myself some abs and some pecs,” he added mischievously.
”Holy shit! You can do that too?!” Adam shouted unable to contain his excitement, it beamed off Alex’s face.
Jacob chuckled: ”Probably. Why not? I already discovered how to read thoughts, and how to steal people’s faces. Why shouldn’t I be able to take ’other’ things…”
”That’s so rad! Let’s go do it! I want to be bigger, something to go well with this face!”
”Sure thing, bro, let’s hit the town and see what we find!”
The two friends, Jacob and Adam Alex, headed for the station exit, looking forward to who they were going to choose next.
Her latest girlfriend, or victim if you wanted to call it that, sighed in pleasure, giving herself over to Valentina.
Valentina steadied herself as she was hit by a wave of pleasure. Maxine’s mouth caressed hers, pushing all that she was through it. The changes had already started.
Val’s hair extended, pooling in lush, thick tresses about her. Maxine pressed harder, a neat pixie settling around her slender neck, and Val moaned, losing control.
Her breasts... they surged outwards, the enormous juggs growing past K cups, bigger than her head. Maxine was flat as a board, and her hips narrowed into her lover’s broad expanse, even as her fingers dug inside the eager, ever more sensitive gape between the thickening thighs.
Maxine soon had to stretch a little to continue, as Val arched her graceful neck up the undersized deck chair, and her feet ran over the end. Val was more beautiful than ever, her large eyes sparkling above a pretty nose and divinely plump lips.
Maxine shivered, feeling herself becoming more ethereal, as the two truly began to merge. Valentina gasped. She must have been close to nine feet in height now, and her fading lover was doing all the opposite of stopping, mastering Valentina even as she diminished. Valentina squealed in orgasm, and Maxine, now translucent, shrunken to but two and a half feet, grinned before burying her face in Val’s throbbing cunt.
Valentina was lost, hit by wave after wave of pleasure, growing uncontrollably.
Legs grew longer, smooth and curvy, with keen, firm muscle covered by a plush softness. Ever taller, her bucking was rapidly demolishing the deck chair, as well as the parquet below. Val’s moans grew louder and louder, and Maxine writhed, growing ever more excited, feeling their senses merge. Val’s ass stuck out, angling her pelvis into the air like she was made to be fucked, and the juicy meat thickened, widening along with her hips which tapered obscenely from her slim waist, hair cascading either side of her. Her boobs hung down to leave only the smallest midriff, heavy and pulsingly sensitive, their enormous weight keeping Maxi in place, and covering her. Like walls beside her, they grew higher and thicker, and Max could only marvel at a nipple almost, and then bigger than her face. She grinned, and finally sank into the cleavage, her fingers working over Val’s clit to the last...
The deal was she grew taller, and I took all the tits. But let’s be honest, look what I’ve achieved in a month, I mean I was a AA for Christ’s sake. And her? pfft... she was already 5′10, and what is she now, maybe 6ft?
Whatever, it was nice while and lasted and all that, but here’s the reality. I’m taking her power, and in my hands giving it its full potential. Oh shit, I have to be careful though! Even as I write this I’ve gone up a full cup size just from the excitement. I can feel all the girls giving me their power, filling my rack as theirs droop. Hah, more than one bikini strap has come loose this afternoon.
Just that need, that desire for power, it turns me on, which of course activates my power. And of course that feels soo good, which just makes it stronger. Oh for fuck’s sake girl, calm down for a second, I can’t even see the damn keyboard cause of these juggs!
Ok. Calmer now. Need to focus for a bit. I don’t her knowing what I’m up to, that I’ve been getting so much bigger so much faster this week. I only have to hide from the world for one more freaking day. Tonight, when the moon is full again, I’m not just gonna take her growth powers, no. I’m taking it all. I’ll watch her shrink down, first her titties, flattening as my explode outwards. I’m gonna watch my bra to rip off and smother her as she shrinks down to nothing. How big will these be when I’m 7, 8, 12ft tall? I’ve never tried it... taking so much from one person. I can only imagine how much she has to give... Oh goddammit, I ripped a strap!
