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A Gamer's Dream
--- Originally posted on 2018-01-14 by paradisetf ---
You ever played the Sims? Maybe Fallout 4? Any game with character customization really.
Ever wanted to BE the character you made? Most likely, right? Well, then you’ll love The Gaming Paradise.
But, do you know how this mystical shop came to be? Well, let’s start with our favorite Admin.
Alex was your normal hardcore gamer. His life was basically eat, sleep, and play games. It was always fun for him. He could make the characters do whatever he wanted.
Unfortunately, life wasn’t too kind on that front. He was picked on constantly. Whether it was his lanky body or how he obsessed over games, one way or another, some jock found a way to humiliate him.
But that all changed one day when a package arrived on his porch.
“Huh? I didn’t order any game. Why is this here?” He said, puzzled.
Last he checked there were no new games releasing, and certainly not from… wait, who even was this from?
Alex looked down and saw a note on the ground, underneath the box. He picked it up and opened it, being careful to not rip the paper.
“You are now the admin. Play this to begin. -L” It said.
Confused yet intrigued, Alex grabbed the box and stepped inside.
He ran into his room, opening the box and seeing a disc for the PlayStation. Kicking off his shorts he placed the disc inside and sat down on his couch.
“Welcome, Admin. Please enter your name.” The game said.
Alex wasn’t sure what the game meant by “admin”, but he shrugged it off.
Entering his name, an avatar popped up. When it did, he jumped. It looked… exactly like him!
Alex was tempted to turn the game off and throw it out… but something pulled him in. It was like he was destined to play it. Alex sighed as the game spoke again.
“Please confirm the changes you’d wish to make to your avatar.” It said.
“Well, it’s just a game… and my TV does have a built-in camera… so that’s probably how it made it.” He thought, trying to rationalize what was happening.
He thought about what he wanted to look like… big, beefy, like those damn jocks that always pushed him around.
He wanted to be hot, much more attractive then them. He wanted to be smarter than them. Better than them. He started to grin.
He edited the appearance of his avatar as he felt a searing pain pass through his body. He felt his facial features rearranging, his jawline getting more rugged and defined. He could feel his adam’s apple grow in his throat. His eyes changing from a murky brown to a deep blue. His skin becoming nice and golden. He tried to scream, but he couldn’t.
He felt his body expand, muscles filling out in places that he didn’t even think possible. His legs, arms, chest, everything. He felt his shaft lengthen, filling out his pants as his ass and balls steadily grew.
He was changing, and as much as it hurt… it felt good too. As the pain subsided, Alex looked down, seeing the new shredded body he had, matching the avatar on the screen.
“Modification complete. Building Gaming Paradise.” The game spoke, as Alex, still admiring his body, felt the ground underneath him shake.
He braced himself as the room changed around him, going from standard to luxurious. He looked out the window when the shaking stopped.
He was no longer in his house, but rather on the second floor of another building.
“Admin assignment complete. Good luck.” The game said, shutting down.
Speechless, Alex ran downstairs, seeing a shop full of games.
“What… is this mine?” He said. He heard the same voice of the game, not from his mouth, but in his ears. It replied to him.
“Yes, Admin. You are my master now. Your goal is to bring enrichment to peoples lives under thr guise of a game store clerk. I will be your guide on this mission. Please run Gaming Paradise with care.” It said.
Alex smirked, gears turning in his head. “Oh boy, this is gonna be fun.” He said, as he flipped the sign in the door from closed to open.
Enjoy, everyone! So glad people are liking Alex. He’s quite the charmer, isn’t he? Stop by your local Gaming Paradise, and he’ll be sure to get you the game that’ll make your wildest dreams come true.
A day at the beach
--- Originally posted by unknown on 2009-02-09 ---
--- Note: Kyogre (Pokémon) TF ---
The sun was setting in the sky as a lone man sat at the side of the beach. He stared into the water, the surface sparkling as the dying rays of the sun touched its surface. As he sat there, he had no idea of what was going to happen.
While he was deep in his thoughts, a lone creature was swimming underwater. It was heading towards the beach, slowly and silently.
Still looking at the beach, the boy checked the time on his watch, getting close to 6pm. "I think I should make my move..." He said to himself as he got up from the ground.
In that exact moment, the creature swam towards the surface, and jumped out of the water.
As the boy turned away, he felt the cold water splash against his body. "What was that?"
The creature landed on the beach, and raised its head to look at the human in front of it. The creature was a female Kyogre, a water legendary creature from a well known videogame. But unlike the game, she was more anthropomorphic looking, with strong muscled legs and arms, a more humanoid looking head, and, surprisingly, a pair of perfect sized cup-d breasts.
"Holy...." The human looked on at the creature in awe.
She stepped closer to him: Every step she took was a pure expression of elegance, and her skin shining in the sun was more than enough to qualify her as a true beauty.
He looked on at the creature, still in awe. "H..hello there"
She was now right in front of him. She was indeed taller than him. She smiled at the human, and put her hand on his face. The hand felt very cold. "What's your name little one?"
The human gulped. "Peter. And yours?"
"Alice...nice to meet you Pete" she said, as she shook hands with him.
He shook her hand, his human hand easily dwarfed by the size of her hands, large white digits holding it tightly. "That 's a nice name for someone like you"
She went down on her knee, so that she could look at him in the eyes. "You've never seen someone like me before, right?"
"Well, to be honest, no. I've only seen creatures like you in their more natural forms" Peter explained. "So seeing one like this is quite a surprise"
She smiled at him. "Mind if I sit down with you a for a while?"
"I wouldn't mind at all. In fact I'm honoured to be in the presence of someone like yourself" He smiled warmly to her
She sat down next to him. "Such a nice guy" she said, as she wrapped her left arm around him.
He blushed a little bit as he returned the gesture, wrapping his right arm around her. But due to the size of her, his hand was instead near one of her large breasts rather than her shoulder She didn't seem to mind.
She sighed, and started rubbing her hand on his back. Peter felt something weird happening as she did so...it felt like cold water running down his back. He squirmed a little as his back was rubbed, the females thick digits feeling soft and rubbery against his flesh
She kept doing so. He didn't notice that the skin on his back was slowly turning into a rubber-like skin, just like hers. Also, his shirt was vanishing, as if someone was pouring acid on it.
After a few seconds, he suddenly noticed that his shirt had almost disappeared, and he leapt up "What the heck?!"
"Hey, relax...I'm just making you more...comfortable" she said, as she stood up.
"What do you mean?" Peter asked, still half shocked.
She put a hand on his chest, and the shirt completely vanished, while more of his skin turned rubbery...white on his chest, and blue on his back, just like Alice's.
"What 's wrong with my body?" He asked, feeling it
"I'm just giving you a more...interesting body" she said, as she stepped behind him, and wrapped her arms around him. "Think about it: Taller, stronger, cooler...everything you desire"
"Really?" He said as he relaxed into the morphs hug
She giggled. "Yeah...now relax" she said, while rubbing her hands on his legs, making his pants disappear, changing his skin more and more.
He relaxed a little, squirming again as he felt the cold wind blow against his now naked form
She kept massaging him. With his skin now fully transformed, new changes started to occur. His body started to get bigger, muscles swelling and giving him more strength.
He let out a few soft groans as his body enlarged, watching as his chest grew more defined, several rows of muscle bulging under the skin. "Woah..."
"Better, uh?" She asked, backing off a little so that he could examine his new muscled body.
"Oh yeah" He chuckled as he flexed his new muscles playfully
"A tail, hands and feet, and the head...and you'll be a perfect creature, just like me" she said, giggling.
Peter turned and smiled at the morph, noticing that the two were now eye level.
"Shall we continue?" she asked, stepping closer to him.
He just nodded eagerly as a response. She took his hands in hers. His hands quickly got bigger and larger, with massive fingers, probably good for swimming. She did the same with his feet, quickly turning them into massive swimming tools.
He looked on at them with a grin. "Let's be honest here for a moment. You aren't just giving this to me out of the blue, I know there's a hidden incentive"
She stepped behind him, and...she literally pulled a tail out of his tailbone. She admired the new tail for a little before answering him. "Yeah...I was wondering...if you could...you know...stay with me, once I'm done with...this?"
"Stay with you in what way" Peter smirked
"As...well...mates?" she asked, blushing a little.
"Mates?" He chuckled for a moment. "That can be arranged I guess..."
"Really? Really? Oh...thanks!" she said, as she jumped and hugged him.
He smiled and hugged her back, nuzzling her face softly
As they did so, he felt the final changes taking place. His face slowly pushed out, forming a small muzzle. His eyes growth a little bigger, and turned a deep blue. His ears growth longer and pointed, while his hairs fell off. It was almost a 100% morph.
"Grrrgg..." He gritted his teeth together as they elongated into sharp fangs
She gave him a quick kiss. "It's okay...it's almost over now"
He looked at her, blushing for a moment as he was kissed, and then returned the kiss"
As they kissed, his brain got a quick reorganisation...new instincts replacing the old ones, and a n immense knowledge being inserted in his memory. His body truly became his own in that moment.
He smiled a bit wider as he leant into the kiss, looking deep into her eyes. It was done...he was a Kyogre, just like her.
She broke the kiss, and stepped back. "So...wanna go swimming now?" she said, as she walked towards the water, looking more beautiful than ever.
"I don't think I could resist that" He grinned, rubbing a hand softly against her lower back
She giggled, and jumped straight into the water. She quickly dived underwater, and just floated near the bottom.
He dived in too, quickly catching up to the morph. "This is easier than it looks!" He grinned, putting his altered limbs to good use
"I gave you the body, and also the knowledge...you are a natural born swimmer now" she said, as she took him by the hand, and guided into the deep waters.
He just chuckled, looking at her whilst he was guided further into the sea After a while, they reached a small underwater cave close to the reef.
She sighed. "Welcome home"
"This is where you live? Looks cosy" Peter said
She swam inside the cave, and just lay down inside a giant Clam. "It's not the best thing you can find...but it's what I call home"
"Well I think it's kinda cute" He smiled to her
"And you know what's even better?" she said, smiling in a very seducing way.
"What's that?" He smirked
She pulled him inside the clam, and she hugged him very tight. "Take a guess"
Who am I to be asked for advice?
My life hasn't gone as planned?
Hasn't developed according to normal standards.
I am a beast
A monster
A free floating child
Trying to find their way
Across the cosmos or terror.
My friend's heart.
My friends' laugh.
Do I have a say in such things?
No.
As much as I might have hoped
Each person is in charge of their own life.
They breath
Pray
And lust according to their own needs
Fantasies
Hopes and desires.
I myself am free from others
And am twisted up
Just like everyone else.
No one can tell us who we are.
Only we
Can create our own reality.
In the end
All life ends in death.
Trying to make a standard by which we live
Is nothing but a vicious lie.
One intended to force us in to the status quo.
Be free.
Which only means
Existing as your heart wants to.
Don't be controlled.
Don't be rulled.
Don't be the property of others.
You matter beyond what your days might register
You are the sole meaning
Of your own years.
We are all but pawns in your own dream.
So live
Live deeply
And just sow what brings you peace.
One day
If we all pray
Everyone will understand.
Then each person will be free
And we won't have to worry
How others react
To our existing.
Imagine Your OTP (Au Aware Continuation)
Royal/commoner: The Monarch Person B is passing threw town square in a disguise as they hear...
Person A: “I think these would be a wonderful flowers choice for the occasion!”
Village Person: “Thank you!” (Then walks off with the bouquet they bought)
Person B: (Rushes over) Person A! What are you doing working here-as a flower shop vendor?”
Person A: (Looks at themself) “Well, I just kind of gone with the flow and just started working here. It’s actual quite nice!“
Person B: “Alright. Now I don’t know whats going on or how we’re here but you have to help me.” (They tell Person A as Person A is putting a flower on their lapel/hair/hat/etc) “Somehow, they believe I am the monarch of this kingdom and-“
Guards: (Looking around for Person B and ever nearing Person A’s stand) “Your majesty?”
Person B: “Please, hide me Person A!” (Then jumps to hide behind the counter when Person A gives them the okay)
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Spy au:
Spy: “That is your target.”
Person A: (Looks at an entirely different spot) “Aw its Person B, I love them!” (Waves and yells) “Hello Person B
Spy: “Shh, do you want to just give away our location. You’re the worst spy ever!”
Person A: “I know that because I’M NOT A CONFOUNDED SPY!”
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Fantasy setting au: Person A finds themself in the middle of a the deep forest, alone when Person B magically appears before them as a fae like being...
Person B: (They began with a smirk) “Hello dear one, are you lost? Might I be of service~”
Person A: “Oh, Person B, you frightened me! What are you doing?”
Person B: “I thought I best take advantage of the role I would be playing here, now fair one what brings you into these woods, hmm?”
Person A: “Honestly your guess is as good as mine.”
Person B: “Well that won’t do! May I, in an anyway be of help to you, radiant one~” (Holding their hand out to them with a slight bow)
Person A: “Always going for the charmingly dramatic, huh~” (They replied to. them with an adoring smile)
Person B: “Of course love, now where to?”
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!”
The Blue Pants - Poser Transfer
Jeff pulled his car in the driveway. His 7′ frame was still pumped from the intense workout he just had. He entered the house to find a package on the kitchen counter. His housemaid must have accepted it. Though the packet had no return adress, it was clearly adressed at him.
“What the fuck? I didn’t order anything!”, Jeff boomed, his powerful bass echoing through the house. Deciding to let his curiosity win, Jeff opened the package.
It turned out that it contained lots of styrofoam and interesstingly a pair of bright blue posers. “What is this?”, Jeff wondered, tousling his curly blond hair.
‘Maybe it is a fan present’, Jeff thought to himself. He made quite an impact at his last bodybuilding contest. ‘Hehe, no surprise I took the trophy home.’
“I should try them on, maybe I can wear them at my next show.”
Without hesitation he stripped in the middle of the kitchen and tried the posers on. ‘They emphasize my horsecock and bull nuts pretty well’, Jeff thought, checking himself out in the hallway mirror.
Then he realized, that the bulge seemed to shrink. “What the fuck is that.”, in horror he noticed that his voice wasn’t the usual rolling thunder, but rather the voice of a total pipsqueak.
Jeff tried to pull the posers off but he just couldn’t. As much as he tried, he just couldn’t move them. That’s when he saw his muscles shrinking and the hallway grow. He could not even scream, being far too shocked to do so.
Just 30 seconds after horsehung, 7′, 300 pound, 35 year old pro bodybuilder Jeff had put on the blue posers in his kitchen the briefs disappeared from his body leaving 5′5″, 90lbs, 19 year old twink Jeff and his hamster dick behind in the hallway.
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Drew’s day had been horrible. The members of his college’s football team had picked on him again. Not that this was a new thing to mention. He had been their playball since he started his studies and now being an employee of the physics departement didn’t change a thing. After all he always was on the skinny side. And him standing at the size of 5′7″ wasn’t a help.
Admittedly he did have sex. He was regularly clubbing and most of the time ended up bottoming for someone bigger, which was pretty much everybody.
Entering his apartement Drew found a package on ground. He unpacked it, wondering who had send it to him. He had neither parents nor friends and he didn’t remember ordering anything. Inside the box was a pair of blue posers.
“I bet the footballer players send me this”, Drew said to himself, “They want to mock me again.” Enraged Drew was about to throw the posers into the trash can. But then he felt the urge to put them on. He didn’t know why, but he just needed to wear them.
Removing his clothes he went to the bedroom and watched himself in the mirror. In addition to his small stature and general skinniness., his dick was not more than a shrunken peanut. Pulling up the posers he felt just at ease, as if everything was were it was supposed to be. Watching himself in the mirrorr he just had to laugh. It was just to comical, watching his skeleton figure wear the oversized poseres with the far too big pouch.
That’s when he noticed, that the pouch wasn’t big, It was tight, and getting tighter. Far too distracted by the sensation of his stuffed crotch, Drew didn’t notice even notice, that he was getting taller, growing froma mere 5′7″ to a towering 7′2″.
“Fuck!”, the for now giant beanpole shouted. But his voice wasn’t squeaky anymore. It was more like a foghorn. “What the hell!” Drew gripped his throat, surprised by his now deeper voice. That’s when Drew noticed, that the hands gripping his throat were getting bigger. “What’s happening?” As he held his plate sized hands in front of him, he looked down and saw his feet were growing too. His former size 7 shoes wouldn’t fit him anymore, size 21 would be more adequate now.
He looked at himself in the mirror and witnessed his whole body expanding and getting heavy with muscle. It looked like he was getting pumped full of air. But the flesh wasn’t soft, it was hard as steel. He flexed them, perplexed by the feeling of his big muuscles. “Fuck yeah!”, he bellowed. The only thing that didn’t fit his new image now was his face. It was like a child’s compared to his new masculine body.
But that was about to change too. Drew suddenly felt his face twitch and convulse, watching it change in the mirror. The result was an uber-masculine face, that still had the charm of a pretty boy’s. The last thing to change was his hair. His unruly brown hair grew into a sexy undercut with some streaks falling in his face. Then his jaw began to itch and a manly brown beard began to grow. That’s when his mind began to change too. His knowledge of major physics changing into knowledge of nutrition, dieting and workout routines.
So about 5 minutes after 5′7″, 90lbs physics assistant Drew had put on the posers, horsehung, 7′2″, 315lbs fitness model and personal trainer Drew went out, searching for an ass to fuck.
Shaving For The First Time
Damn shaving is tricky. Of course it is, I have never done it before. You may ask yourself how a man of 27 years could have never shaved. Well I haven’t been 27 for a long time. To be exact, I was 9 only yesterday. ‘What the fuck, he’s definitely insane!’, you might think, but let me explain.
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The story starts about a week ago. My father Eric had always been a violent person. He had been hitting me and yelling at me since I was 7, when my mother passed away. He had been trying suppress his sadness and despair by drowning them in alcohol. It didn’t help that I came a lot after my mother. My effeminate, skinny body and my soft facial features reminded my father of her and so he started hitting me.
But I eventually got sick of it. I searched the library for a possible solution (Yeah I know, it is kind of oldschool, but I didn’t have any other option, since I had neither a smartphone nor a computer to search the internet.). I searched all day and finally I found a spell that would solve my problem.
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“Sam, get me another beer.”, my father shouted. “Yes, sir.”, I replied, enthusiastic about the opportunity to finally use the spell. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it. I took a piece of paper out of my pants and recited the spell: “thegabvioftryn gverth zubigjog!” I didn’t know exactly what the words meant, but the paper with my wishes suddenly started burning. After it had completed turned into ash I poured it into the bottle.
“Here you go, sir.”, I said, handing my father the beer. “It’s about time! What took you so long?”, he exclaimed and started drinking.
Eagerly I awaited the spell to start working, but I just watched my father continue drinking until the whole bottle was downed. “What are you staring, pipsqueak?” Then it only took the blink of an eye. One moment my fat, drunken father sat in his armchair, the next one there was a little boy of about five years standing in front of me. But he was far much smaller than I would have guessed. That’s when I noticed that the whole room seemed smaller all of a sudden. “Daddy, can I have a glass of milk?”, the boy asked. Daddy? Did he mean me? “Yeah, of course.”, I answered hesitatingly. “Thanks. Can you help me?”, he asked furthermore.
“Sure.”, I replied nd followed him to he kitchen. That’s when I passed the hallway mirror. “HOLY FUCK!”, I exclaimed. I was a real fucking handsome stud. A jaw, you could cut glass with, coated in a manly beard. Heavy brows, complimenting beautiful blue eyes. And a real awesome hairstyle.
My view wandered further down my body. Cannonball shoulder, beefy pecs, that I just had to bounce a little melody with. Veiny bulging arms and an eight-pack you could wash on. My legs were just beautiful columns of muscle and from the look and the feeling of it I was as hung as he was beautiful. The look was completed by a light brown skin colour that together with my jet black hair gave me an overall Italian look.
“Daddy, you’ve said a bad word.”, little Eric whined. “Oh, sorry.”, I excused myself. New memories started flooding in and I remembered my new life. I was a 27-year old personal trainer and owner of a gym and Eric was my only son. His mother was on a business trip right now to inspect the second branch of our gym chain. We just found out that she was pregnant again. Though it was no surprise, since I was extremely virile as I rememberes now.
“Okay let’s get you a glass of milk, buddy.”, I said to Eric.
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As you see I went in barely a week from abused, effeminate 9-year old boy to muscular, handsome, succesful businessman with a beautiful wife. But I still have to find out the trick with the shaving.
50 followers celebration post. I am still writing the ‘Blue Pants’ and ‘Amulets of Masculinity’ stories, by the way.
Little Brother
“You like that, don’t you, Gregory?”, Joe asked his brother , who he had at the moment in a vice like grip. “You don’t have to answer, I see the little tent your shorts your pencil dick is making. Nothing like your old or my new cock.”, he kept talking, thinking of his elephantine tool. Of course it was easy for Joe to pin Gregory down now.
It would have been a little more complicated a week earlier. Because only a week ago Joe had not only been the younger brother by age, as he still was, but in body as well. While Joey had been petite and effeminate at the age of 16, his older brother Greg had been the star quarterback of their highschool and definitely one of the biggest guys around. Furthermore he had not only ruled school but the bedroom as well, and every hot girl in their high school knew the reason first-hand. Greg had been well aware of this fact and damn did he brag about it. He was the most arrogant asshole in school and at home he tormented his little brother.
Even Joey’s personality had been the exacct opposite of his brother’s, he had always been kind, gentle and intellingent were Greg had been arrogant, mean and pretty dumb.
But everything changed when Joey bought a magic lamb, thinking it would be a nice piece of decoration.
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When he tried to improve the look of the old oil lamp by polishing it, suddely the lamp started emitting amysterious blue smoke, which started to whirl and solidify. Only moments later the smoke had become a thin boy with azure skin stared at Joey. “What’s the matter?”, he said in an annoyed tone. Joey, on the verge of pissing himself, replied: “W-W-Who are you?” “My name is Abris, I am the almighty ghost of this lamp and to prevent you from asking: No, you don’t get three wishes, you just get one. Think carefully and rub my lamp agan when you’re ready to make your wish.”
He was about to vanish into smoke again, when he heard the meek voice of Joey: “I already have my wish.” The genie just looked at him with curious eyes, urging him to keep talking. “I wish to be stronger than my older brother Greg. But no reality changes, no age changes and I want him to become gay and hot for me.”, he said excitedly. “Wow, aren’t we concrete. Damn, I won’t have any room to play now, but I appreciate a master who knows what he wants.”
“Your wish is my command.”, he said and clapped his hands. Suddenly Joey’s body started to grow and his face started to twitch, as he shot up a foot in height and gainednearly 200 pounds of muscle. The look was completed by a face worthy of a model and a cock worthy of a porn star.
Excitedly he stormed into his brother’s room next door, only to find a wimpy 18-year old jacking off his petite dick.
“So, Gregory, do you want to wrestle? I bet 5 bucks, that I’ll be winning.”, Joe said in a deep baritone voice.
The Amulets of Masculinity - Spike
In ancient times an aztec tribe had produced 6 differrent amulets, that were meant to enhance the masculinity qualities of the one who wears it. The amulets were in use till the aztec tribe was wiped out by the spanish conquistadors. But they were lost and had been forgotten for centuries, but now in our times the amulets are showing up again.
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John roamed the streets of his hometown, in search for a collar for his dog. Because Spike was a still a puppy, he had destroyed his previous collar while wanting playing with John. His owner had only had Spike for one month because Veronica, his ex-girlfriend, had wanted to get a pet, so their relationship would eventually be saved, but ultimately Veronica had left him last week, leaving him alone with the pup.
Just as John was about to give up, he passed a pet shop. As he entered ‘Johnson’s Pets’, he was greeted by the sound of numerous animals and the sight of the obese owner. “Welcome to ‘Johnson’s Pets’, my name is Doug Johnson. How can I help you.”, he greeted the customer with bored voice, not bothering to lift his gaze from the magazine he waas reading. “I’m in search for a dog collar.”, John told the owner. “Corridor 3.”, the owner said, leaving John to search for the collar alone.
Though the assortment of collars was rather limited, there were only three to chose from. He picked up the middle one and was surprised by a voice. “Give me to an animal.”, the ghostly voice ordered and John felt the need to follow it’s oreders. After he had paid for the leather band John headed home.
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When he reached his flat, he was immediately greeted by the sound of Spike. The husky pup came running towards him, having waited for his master nearly an hour, John hadn’t felt the need to have someone take care of Spike, when he was only gone such a short time.
“Okay Spike, come here.”, he told the dog and buckle the collar around Spike’s neck. Suddenly the collar started to glow wih a cold white light, bathing the whole room in it’s shine. When the light began to subside it looked like Spike had grown, a lot. He now looked like a grown dog of about 4 years.
All of a sudden Spike began to stand up form the ground. In the course of the process, Spike’s posture changed into that of a human, so now he looked like an anthropomorphic dog. Soon after this, his face began too. His muzzle receded back into his head and his whole skull cracked and creaked as it took on an overall human look. At the same time all of his beautiful white fur fell out and coated the floor with hair. Left behind was a petite, nude man, who looked, like he belonged to an native american tribe. John could only watch in horror as the former puppy began to grow in height, until he towered above his 6′ master by at least half a foot. Simltaneously the collar loosened and changed texture as it became a long chain with some pearl like things hanging on it’s owner’s unimpressive chest.
Spike could only say “What the hell is happening to me” in a deep baritone as his body filled out with muscle. Strong legs, that would make him able to run faster than his old dog body, and boat like feet to support his soon gargantuan upper body. Unbeknownst to him, John hadn’t understand anything Spike had said, because he wasn’t able to understand the language of the native American tribes.
As Spike’s upper body grew heavy and hard with powerful muscles he got older, so now his former 28 dog years were converted into 28 years of human life. His flat rippled and 8 blocks of muscle popped up, forming a luscious eight-pack. Spike involuntarily made his pidgeon chest on which the amulet rested flexed only to unflex it again, leaving it a little bigger than before. The process repeated several times, until two hard firm pecs had replaced his flat chest. Simultaneously with his arms becoming two beautiful balls of muscle, his shoulders squared and hardened, making them more fitting for the new hunk.
The white fur that Spike had lost before whirled and transformed itself into white fur briefs, bots and shoulder pads. Just when the fur was in place, a spear started to form in Spike’s hands. The former dog looked at the spear confusedly, not noticing that he was starting to vanish or John’s shocked face, as his former puppy dog disappeared into thin air. His former owner swore to himself to never tell anyone about this, since he didn’t believe what he had seen hmself.
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As he lifted his gaze from the spear, Spike found himself in a strange environment. Snow coated every tree as well as the ground and he could hear birds chirping all around him. “There you are Spike!”, an approaching, unfamiliar man exclaimed, “Great, you caugt the deer. Nothing else to be expected from the best hunter in our village. Come on let’s take it home.” He grabbed onto the dead animal and began dragging i away. Out of instinct Spike decided to follow him.
15 minutes later they reached a small village, consisting of about 20 huts. All of the inhabitants gathered around the returned hunters and that’s when Spike noticed a feeling in his groin. When he looked down he could see a cock sneaking down his leg. The organ in question was as thick as a bottle and wasn’t affected by the cold atmosphere around them at all, sincee it was still at least a foot in length. He heard two plopping sounds and felt the new weight of two egg sized testicles between his legs.
Spike tore his look away from his now gargantuan tool and looked at the villagers. He noticed that almost every woman here had was pregnant. ‘They all carry out my children.’, Spike remembered, thinking back to the regular sex sessions with each of them. Since his tribe disapproved the use of modern inventions like condoms and since Spike was extremely virie, almost every session ended with a pregnancy.
As he eyed the children around the village he noticed that they all looked kind of alike ‘They are all my children.’, he thought to himself. ‘Of course they are, it’s the rigt of the strongest hunter to reproduce.’, he added mentally and new memories started flooding into his head. He was the best hunter the tribe had since he was 13, having been given the name Spike for his excellent hunting qualities with his trademark spear. “Okay ladies, I broght the prey. So who is gonna be the one lucky one to be my price.”, he exclaimed, ready to claim his well deserved reward.
Sorry if the story is not so well written at the end, I was kind of tired and wanted to get it done ^^’
Settling a Score
“I’ll be at your place at 5 o’clock. Be prepared to get fucked.”, Dan texted his longtime crush and best friend Vanessa. “Yeah sure, I’m waiting for you.”, she replied rather unimpressed. “The bitch is gonna be surprised.”, his deep baritone voice making his mammoth cock harden. Naturally it would be a surprise. Vanessa awaited her nerdy best friend Daniel and not the muscular stallion Dan.
Daniel and Vanessa had been best friends since kindergarten. They were very close throughout elementary and junior high. It was around this time when he realized that he had a rush on Vanessa. Why shouldn’t he? she was sweet, intelligent and smoking hot. Though she was a cheerleader and he was a geek, they kept their close relationship.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried confessing his love to her. He had, numerous times. But ach time she turned him down with sentence like “I like you as a friend.” or “You’re like a brother to me.”. Daniel had always brushed those sentences aside saying that he was cool with it, but then he got the chronivac.
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First he decided to do something about his body. While puberty had gifted Vanessa with amazing C-cup boobs, a growth spurt to a height of 5′10″ and an angelic face framed by chocolate brown hair, it had given Daniel acne, a tiny 2″ penis and unrequited feelings for Vanessa. So he ended up with a childlike 5′6″ skinny as fuck body and thick rimmed glasses. Still he was a kind and caring person, who always thought about himself in second place.
After he had scanned various pictures of himself into his computer he studied the program intensively. Finally he found the ‘body’ window. Curiously he clicked on a button labeled ‘body types’. He found out, that hhis current body was unsurprisingly categorized as ‘nerd’. He looked through the options and decided to settle for the ‘jock’ body. As he watched the model on the screen spin, it changed into a more muscular version of himself.
Unsatisfied with the model, he added another 20 pounds of muscle manually, until he was pleased with the result. He furthermore increased his height to a nice 6′4″ and his mass adjusted itself correspondingly.
The next thig on his to-change-list was his genitalia. He increased quintupled the size of his cock, making it an even 10″ hard and 8.5″ soft. Deciding that his grape sized balls were far too tiny to supply his new body with testosterone and especially they were looking comically in comparison to his new penis. He upped their size to kiwi dimensions.
He decided not to make to many changes to his face, after all she had to recognize him, when he fucked her. He squared it a little bit, sharpened his jaw, straightened his teeth. He also gave himself an unruly mop of jet black hair. ‘This will look hot.’, he thought and decided to give his little project the finishing touches. He added a tattoo to each of his arms and gave himself expert knowledge with sex. Daniel also made it so that reality wouldn’t change, but his wardrobe would, so everyone would notice Daniel’s sudden change from wimp to sexgod.
Then he hit ‘Enter’.
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There was a flash and nerdy Daniel was replaced by hunky Dan. His clothes had disappeared in the process, leaving his built, beautiful body on full display. His legs were powerful granitelike pillars of brawn and he had a firm, sexy sixpack, that was on the verge to an eightpack. His former pidgeon chest had been replaced by a nice hard pair of pecs, that would be a perfect pillow for Vanessa to rest her head on. His arms were solid and connected to a pair of broad cannonball shoulders. But best of all was the gargantuan cock and bullnuts. He could aleady feel them pumping testosterone through his body, making his voice drop at least an octave. Simultaneously his personality from kind and caring to egoistical and cocky.
He decided to put on a tank top and pair of black sweatpants. Before Dan went out to take a photo of his new body and planned to post it after he had penetrated Vanessa’s pussy tonight.
Masculinity in a Bottle
I really should have read the label before drinking this stuff. I thought my mom had just given me a normal post-workout drink but that was obviously an error. But let me explain.
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About two months ago I got sick of bullying and decided to get in shape. I had tried going to the gym, but the jocks, who pretty much lived in the gym, continuously teased me for being such a weak guy. So I settled upon jogging to get into basic shape first. The plan worked out just fine. I got fitter, healthier and generally more active. Even the bullying got a little better.
Then I started taking supplements. I told my mom to get me something from the supermarket when she was there for shopping and she came back with a canister labeled “Mascbott”. I started taking it soon after and was amazed by the results. The gains I was making got bigger, I was able to run faster and longer and I was even getting a little bit taller.
Then the weird stuff started. My dick seemed to get bigger too. I was starting to look after other guys, even though I was normally straight. My demeanor become more jocklike. It was like I was becoming a totally different person.
So over the course of the next weeks I started to go to gym, joined the track team and started to hang out with the jocks who used to bully me. And I started fucking one of my former nerd friends.
Four weeks after first taking the supplement, I had gained 5″ in height, now standing at 6′2″, 65 pounds of muscle, now weighing about 190 pounds, and I had even gained 3″ on my cock, which was now 8″ hard. I was the star of the track team and pretty popular in the gym.
Then I read the label of the “Mascbott” can. It turned out that the full name of the product was “Masculinity in a Bottle” and it had strange side effects, homosexuality, becoming a jock and even the loss of intelligence. As I read this I thought back and checked my memories. I definitely became gay, I had scored with multiple twinks over the last few weeks. I became a jock too, abandoning my old friends in favor of the jocks at the gym. And now that I thought of it, my grades had dramatically worsened, going from mostly A’s to mostly C’s and D’s.
It also recommended to stop taking the supplement after the side effects happened, but the real problem was, that I was addicted, and that the side effects would only get more intense. I think I will end up as a total musclehead, but who cares, this shake is just too good.
Surprise!
“Jenny, may you do me a favor and look for Steve? I am busy preparing dinner.”, Mary asked her good friend Jennifer, “He’s in the bathtub.”
“Okay.”, Jennifer replied. She totally loved the little guy, he was just so cute. But as she entered the bathroom, she let out a shrill scream. In stead of the lovable 6-year old boy, a rugged man who looked like he was in his mid forties, laid in the bathtub. “Who are you?”, she asked the unfamiliar guy.
“It’s me, Aunt Jenny.”, the man replied in a deep bass voice, that made her knees feel like jelly, “I feel funny, since this stuff ran into the tub.”. Cautiously Jennifer approached the bottle lieing on the bathtub’s rim. It looked like a normal shampoo bottle, but on the back label. “Caution! May lead to extreme masculinization in rare cases!”
“What the fuck is this side effects.”, Jennifer yelled and was suddenly hit by a musky smell. She quickly realized that the beautiful man in front of her was emitting the manly odor. ‘Wait, beautiful?’, she thought, surprised by the sudden thought.
Yeah, he definitely was. His angular, manly face was coated with a thick layer of stubble, his broad nose accentuated the wide, sweet grin perfectly. His babyblue, innocent eyes were emphasized by a pair of deep hanging brows. Though the hairline of his short brown hair was receding.
And his ody wasn’t bad either. His pecs looked like steelhard globes implanted under his skin, his shoulders looked just as massive though they were more the size of cantaloupes. His arms were a powerful display of masculinity and made Jennifer think: ‘Perfect for cuddling me.’ Again she was surprised by thoughts she had. Though the body below his defined sixpack was unfortunately out of view.
“Aunt Jenny, my wee-wee feels funny.”, Steve said in his deep voice, standing up in the bathtub. Between his thighs was a rock hard almost elephantine tool, that was emphasized by a pair of balls tht were easily the size of two small oranges, “Can you help me?”
Eager to oblige this request, she dropped to her knees ready to serv this 6′5″ middle aged 6-year old.
Chronivac: Desire Version
Charles was on his way home from a long holiday. It had been a real fun trip, especially with the new program on his phone. It was called “Chronivac: Desire Version” and had a very interesting function. After scanning for a certain amount of time, the user could transform into the ideal partner for the scanned person.
Charles had had lots fun with the app, scoring with every chick he could find, it had really been an intense week. So he was all to happy to find out that his seat neighbour in the plane was a beautiful 20-something girl, with long brown locks and a perfect hourglass figure.
“Hello.”, he greeted her, for the moment in his old body, that of a skinny pimplefaced nerd. He sat next to her and decided to start the app, maybe he would get to fuck her on the toilet later. Suddenly his other seat neighbour, a preetty well built middleaged guy in business clothes appeared and sat next to him. “Hello.”, the businessman said in a deep voice.
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10 minutes later the plane had taken off and Charles felt his phone vibrate, indicating hat the scanning process was finished. He excused himself and went to the board toilet.
He opened the app and without looking over the stats in the app again, he hit the ‘Enter’ button. There was a blinding flash and gone was the nerdy old Charles. In his place now stood Chad, a male fitness model who had been in this land for a photo shoot. Or at least everyone remembered it like this now, except for Charles, who was well aware of the changes that happened.
He checked his new body out and was pleased with the results. He lifted his shirt and admired the cut sixpack and firm pecs that laid underneath. He took a photo of himself and continued to check himself out. His muscular arms and broad shoulders threatened to rip the plain black t-shirt any second. His thighs were hidden by a pair of short sweatpants, but a short flex confirmed that his legs were just as built as his upper body. Chad also noticed that his pants were stretched at the back by a big, boucy bubblebutt.
He looked at his face in the mirror and was taken aback by his face, that oozed masculinity despite his pretty boy looks. It was accentuated by a mop of unruly brown hair, that he now remembered spending half an hour each morning styling.
The only thing that bothered him a bit was that he couldn’t feel the weight of a big set of genitals dragging the front of his pants down. ‘Maybe she isn’t so keen on bull dicks.’, Chad thought, remembering the perfect results, the app had brought forth in the past week. “Let’s reap the fruits of my labor.”, Chad said and left the toilet.
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As he sat down again, followed by the gazes of every woman on board, he was greeted by the voice of the businessman saying: “Hey, babe.”
‘Wait? Babe?’, Chad thought and new memories of being a bottom for his horsehung manager and husband. “I think I need you baby.”, Chad whispered into the ear of Luke, feeling an emptiness in his ass and groping the man’s prominent bulge to underline his point.
Big Man on Campus
I have to admit that I hated my roommate Greg. He was your typical cocky jerk of a footballer and always bragged about how much pussy he scored. Not that I wouldn’t notice, after all I got thrown out of my room at least 3 times a day so that Grag could pound his newest girlfriend. My only peaceful hours were when he hit the gym with his football buddies or when he went to a party.
And damn did the many hours of work show. His body would have made most amateur bodybuilders blush with envy. So it was no surprise that the women in town practically begged him to fuck them and all men wanted him to do the same thing to them.
But of course he wouldn’t. The mountain of a man with a permanently stubbled jaw was the biggest homophobe I had ever seen. He constantly yelled at me, when I looked at him with only a hint of lust in my eyes and frequently beat me up when I looked at his naked body and massive cock when he left the bathroom after showering.
But being a gay twinky nerd I just couldn’t help. I was the complete opposite of Greg. While he was a 270lbs 6′8″ prime example of a man, I was 5′7″ and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. Though I was like an expert when it came to myths and magic.
And that’s how I discovered the briefs. After weeks of thorough research I discovered a pair of items that would help me with my problem. It cost me over a thousand bucks and a lot of nerves, but I could finally persuade a guy on the web to send me pair of the underwear.
After Greg had gone to the gym I placed the purple boxer briefs on top of his other underwear, knowing that he always grabbed the uppermost boxers without looking. After that I put the boxers I had ordered for myself on and waited. Greg wouldn’t even have to wear the far too small briefs, one touch would be enough to set my plan into motion.
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Two hours later my roommate came back from his training. I couldn’t help but stare at his shining sweaty muscles playing under his skin, when he began to undress.
“You like that, faggot?”, Greg asked, noticing my lustful stares, “I’ll go showering and then I’ll beat you to a pulp.” And with these words he went to the bathroom. Coming back he reached into his drawer and then he touched the briefs and I could clearly see a shock going through his body and hear a deep whisper: “What the fuck was that?” Good thing he didn’t notice the shimmer of his briefs or my boxers. The magic had begun it’s work.
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Over the course of the next weeks everyone could witness to transformations. Greg got smaller and somewhat gayer every day and lost his place in the football team. On the other hand, I was taller, beefier and more confident every time I looked in the mirror. I banged a new twink every night and even slept with a few girls.
A few weeks later I had become the big man on campus with a height of 6′9″ at a weight of 300 pounds of solid muscle and had banged almost every person around (even a few of the footballers, though they would never admit it). On the other hand, Greg now practically was the football team’s cumdump and practically a breathing fleshjack for myself and my hungry footlong monster.
Greg now even wore the purple briefs, that had set the whole transformation in motion and I have to saythey accentuate his bubble butt just fine.
1000 follower celebration post.
Winning is far too easy now
Damn genie. When I found this ancient book (Yes, it is not a lamp.) and when I opened it, a green skinned boy escaped.But calling him a boy is somewhat an insult, since he is more of a man than I am…I mean was.
I was pretty average when I found this book. Just a normal, Asian boy in high school. Average build, average height, average grades. The thing was I had a thing for sports. Football, baseball, basketball, you get what I mean. But since I was totally average, I couldn’t hope to get a place on a ny of the teams. It isn’t like I got bulled or so, but I was pretty unnoticable.
So what was the first thing I wished of the small, muscular incredibly hung green skinned man? The thing every guy would wish for,a giant dick. The genie snapped his fingers and *BANG* my dick was no longer the 5″ it had before, but a coke bottle thick 13″ monster, whose hunger I could alreadyy feel. But I didn’t want to jack off in front of the genie.
So the second wish I had was also a logical consequence. I wished to get to sleep with every person I wanted. When the genie snapped his fingers this time, it wasn’t a *BANG*, but more like a feeling of confidence, that spread form my groin. I knew, that every person I desired would now be more than willing to become a willing orifice for my new monster.
So now my sexual fantasies were fulfilled and I turned to my passion. “I wish I would excel at sport.” With a slight sneer the genie snapped his fingers a third time and told me with a deep voice: “Since you wished to excel at sport and not sports, I twisted your wish a little. You will be the world’s best athlete at the first sport you see, runt.” And with this words, without even letting me say my objections or complaints, he dissolved into smoke, retracted into the book and simply vanished as if he never had been there.
Still a little confused, I sat down on my bed. And then my brother Evan came in. You know, we shared the same room and it was mostly okay, but that day I had come home from school earlier than expected. So when my brother entered the room, wanting to relieve some pressure (If you know what I mean.), he looked as surprised. But the worst thing was the object he had under his arm: a bodybuilding magazine.
In this moment the words of the genie echoed through my mind: “ You will be the world’s best athlete at the first sport you see.” And then there was the *BANG*.
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“Sorry, Dave, I didn’t want to interrupt your posing routine”, he said, holding the magazine in front of his tented shorts.
That’s when I saw myself in the mirror. I only wore a pair of tiny posers to hold back my manhood, muscles bulging all over my body. Enormous traps, that swallowed my entire neck, shoulder wider than most wardrobes, giant arms, easily bigger than my or Evan’s head, and… I think you get what I mean.
Then I saw the second greatest surprise: The person on the cover of Evan’s magazine was no other than me.
“I guess you must be busy, having that big competition this weekend, right?”, Evan joked, laughing embarassed and blushing bright red. “Yeah.”, I answered, my mind now entirely blown by my foghorn like voice. And then the biggest embarassment this day happened. A wet spot spread from my brother’s groin. He had just shot a load. Now almost crying with shame, Evan ran out of the room, locking himself up in the bathroom.
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About a week later I’ve worked out how this world works. It seems like I am the number one in the worldwide bodybuilding community at an age of only 18, just like genie had promised. I had been thrown out of school, since my humongous muscles distracted the other students to much and my voice in adiition with it made evryone spew a load right away. Competitions aren’t fun either, since I always win them, thanks to my stupid wish.
Though I have to say genie took my second wish pretty literally. For example, when I watched “Ted” on friday and thought how hot Mila Kunis was, there was a ring at the door and much to my surprise I found Mila Kunis standing outside when I opened the door. Needless to say we fucke like rabbits all night and she is now pretty much far too stretched to ever receive pleasure, getting fucked by someone else than me.
But the best thing is, that I make tons of money now. Not only through the price money from the bodybuilding competitions but through a you could say side job as well. Porn industry pays me well for the videos of me fucking all the celebs I get. The video with Jennifer Lawrence was a hit, but my most successfull film features me and Liam Hemsworth.
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Making Money
This week has been horrible. Ever since that old gypsy woman cursed my father for insulting her, when she asked him for money, it had been a giant mess. Since she mumbled those words and threw that strange dust into his face, he had been acting strange. Like when he couldn’t help me with my homework, because it was “too difficult” for him, even though he normally prefers nothing more than talking about world trade. It’s his job after all.
You have to know, that my father is, ... I mean was one of the top managers of a big bank. But he certainly can’t do this anymore. It wasn’t only that he couldn’t help me with my homework, like he used to. The next morning when he got dressed for work, his custom tailored shirt didn’t fit him at all, like he had grown over night. He couldn’t even tie his tie, something he normally did daily.
It got worse by the day. One day he called me in school to tell me he had gottn himself lost and didn’t know how to get to work. The next day he couldn’t even unlock his phone anymore. But not only that. My father had come out as gay several years ago, which is why he and my mom were now divorced and I more than once witnessed how he brought a guy home. But when I came home one day, he sat on the couch shirtless and had his cock out, while a pretty hot straight porn was running on the screen. And what’s worst, even when he noticed me standing in the doorframe, he wasn’t embarassed or so. He just gave me an annoyed look and then continued watching the porn, while jacking off.
That’s when I noticed another thin. My father, who had always been a bit pudgy, now looked like he had spend his entire life working out. Not only that but I think he is getting younger too. His hairline, which had previously been steadily receeding, now was pretty dense again. And his former graying hair, had now a strong, chestnut brown colour.
I quickly nad to figure out a plan to earn money, since my father had been fired, after he hadn’t come to work for an entire week. The solution was quickly found, as he thought about, how often his dad now strutted in around in only a pair of struggling briefs.
I called the strip club around the corner and made a contract with them. A car would come and pick his dad, who now only communicated with a variation of grunts, up, who was dressed in a pair of his custom tailored clothes, that were now far too small. Then he would be paid a lot of money for flexing out of them and then do some posing and if the women were willing to pay, he would make a lot of girls happy. One way or another, he had to earn money.
Chess Team Captain
Andy was a nerd, plain and simple. He was as skinny as a beanpole, but not nearly as tall. Actually the tiny guy was only about 5′3″ and to be honest pretty timid. I don’t like saying this, but he is to afraid to talk to anyone else but his chess club members and he basically was afraid of his own shadow, with all of his phobias. He was afraid of spiders, crowds, needles, basically everything. Who I am talking about him like this, you may ask yourself. My name is Tom and I am Andy’s best friend.
Though I am also a member of the chess team, I am not nearly as nerdy as Andy. I am actually pretty normal, especially compared to our team captain. I could have escaped bullying if I didn’t always stand up for Andy, to protect him against the bullies. Of course that most of the time only resulted in me getting beaten up too, but Andy was always pretty grateful and helped me out with my homework as a thank you.
You see, Andy is not only captain of our chess teaam, he is the smartest kid i school too. This far too often lead to Andy doing the homework for the football team and then being beaten up. And one day, after a particially bad beating, he turned at me and said: “That’s enough! I’m going to pay that tattoo parlor a visit.” I laughed, knowing full well how much he feared needles, but when I saw his absolutely serious face, I got sceptical.
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The next day, Andy came to the hess team’s club room with a gleaming smile on his face. “I finally did it.”, he announced and lifted his baggy superhero T-shirt, revealing his skeleton like body and two black words on the left side of his pidgeon chest: “I wish:”. “So you finally overcame your phobia, huh.”, I chuckled, thinking it was probably just temporary one. He mumbled something and then replied with a cheeky grin: “Which phobia? I have nothing like a phobia.” That was right, Andy had always been pretty fearless. He didn’t even fear heights, which were my personal kryptonite.
“And what else did you do yesterday? I missed you online.”, I said and again, Andy started mumbling. “I spent the evening with Jess, didn’t I tell you?”, he answered, still this grin on his lips. He had told me he would spend the night with Jess. It still made me chuckle on the inside. The school’s head cheerleader and the school’s biggest nerd were a couple. “You spent all night fucking her, didn’t you?”, I said, already knowing the answer, thanks to the pretty graphic descriptions he always told us the neyt day. “What can I say, the torpedo needs to be drained.”, he laughed and gave his hefty bulge a grab. Trust me when I say, he isn’t bluffing about the size of his dick. I saw it in the locker room and it practically dwarfed the cocks of all other guys. It almost looked funny, seeing this huge tool on this little frame.
“I still can’t get over it. The head cheerleader and you, the biggest nerd, are a couple. Simply hillarious.”, said Liam, one of our fellow teammates, said without a second thought. The cheeky grin on Andy’s face was replaced by a look of annoyance and anger. Again, he mumbled something under his breath. “Fuck yeah, I am the bggest nerd.”, the deep voice of my best friend boomed. The guy was simply massive. Huge muscles stacked upon a 7′2″ frame and he still was the smartest dude around. And when he wasn’t pumping iron in the gym or plowing Jessica, he was playing D&D or chess with us or doing other nerdy things.
Sometimes he even included posing sessions in our nerdy games, which normally resulted in him winning the game, thanks to none of the other players being able to focus on anything but his rocking body.
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When we went down the hallway later that day, all eyes were on us. Or to be exact, on Andy’s massive pecs, which were fully on display, thanks to them stretching out his superhero vest. That’s when the football team came our way. One again Andy muttered something. There the football team was. A horde of twinks, that were coming our way. I bet they wanted to be fucked, by our chess bull. Somehow it was odd. You were supposed to be big and hunky for football, but our team only consisted of twinks, that were basically Andy’s personal cumdumps.
Suddenly Andy turned at me, flashing a warm smile on his handsome face. “Let me thank you for your help against the bullies.”, he said and started mumbling. Who would have ever bullied Andy? The guy was a beast, he had always been. If it wasn’t for him, I would be the hunkiest guy at our school. He was only 2 inches taller than me and about 20 pounds heavier and of course the better chess player. “What are you talking about, dude. Let’s fuck those twinks raw.”, I replied, giving him a high-five and then heading for the football team, feeling the 11″ sausage, that ran down my leg get hard.
Really, what were the odds to have a football, that solely consisted of twinks and the school’s two biggest nerds, also being it’s biggest hunks, I thought as I looked at Andy’s heavily inked pecs, that had all the good things of our live written on them.
Based on the idea of @jhfic1 for this picture.
Night Terrors
“Can I sleep in your room tonight?”, asked the brute in the hallway as I wiped sleep from my eyes. “You had a nightmare again, right?”, I replied, though I already knew the answer, seeing his terriffied look. The thing is that the guy in the photo looks like a fitness freak in his mid-twenties and his passport would support that guess, but the truth is, that this man is my 6-year-old brother Dominick.
He nodded and tears started rolling down his cheeks. “Come on, Donny, don’t cry. Remember? You’re a big man now.”, I said patting his bowling ball shoulder, “Come in, you can sleep in my bed tonight, but this is the last time. You’re a grown up now and grown ups don’t cry because of nightmares.”
As Donny and I climbed under my blanket I couldn’t help but be once again amazed by the body he now called his own. I had seen a few bodybuilders on TV, but they all paled in comparison to my ‘little’ brother. His already mentioned bowlingball shoulders connected to a pair of grapefruit sized biceps and humongous forearms. His traps almost swallowed his neck and his pecs were easily as hard and heavy as bowlingballs and overshadowed his thick sixpack. His legs were wider than an average person’s waist and just as muscular as the rest of his body, completed by the size 17 boat feet, that made up the base of his monstrous 6′5″ frame.
Feeling the wide frame of my brother pressed against my back, i couldn’t help but remember the circumstances, that had let to my situation. My mother had died a few months after Dominick was born and our father, being one of the higher ups in the US military, was rarely home. So it was up to me to raise Donny. I brought him to school in the morning and after school I picked him up again with my bike. I cooked for him and read him stories, helped him with his homework and even managed to teach him a thing or two about life.
Then one day, about a week ago, my father came back once again, carrying an ominous briefcase with him. He said he was on a trip to the other side of the country and decided to stop by and look how things were going. Turns out the thing in his briefcase was a bottle with some kind of liquid, that had to be kept cold and so he decided to pack it in the fridge, though he told the two of us explicitly how dangerous the fluid was and that we shouldn’t open the bottle under any circumstances.
The next morning Dominick was up particularly early and still half asleep he wanted to make himself a bowl of cereals. Sleepy as he was he confused the bottle of milk with the bottle our father had had in his briefcase. I came into the kitchen just in time to see him gulp fown the last spoon of his breakfast. He just smiled at me and pointed at the empty bottle, standing on the kitchen table. I only stared at it in shock as he said: “Mike, the milk tasted funny.”
As it seems, the bottle our father had brought home contained some kind of it super soldier serum the military had created secretly, It was supposed to be given to a seasoned soldier and not to a six-year-old. Within an hour Donny had grown over two feet and gained more than 200 pounds of solid muscle. Our father, on one side angered at my brother for drinking the serum, on the other hand pleasantly surprised by the effects of the drug, decided that it would be easier for us to move, than to explain why a hulking man with a face strongly resembling my brother’s had appeaared and why my younger brother was gone.
The whole move went pretty well and with the new documents my father had gotten Dominick he was now legally 24 and made my guardian, though I still had to do everything around the house. Despite now being a grown up legally, my brother was mentally only 6 years old.
but the aging and rapid growth weren’t the only changes the serum had made to my brother. The military had had test being run on him and the results were amazing. He was now not only super strong (He had curled about a ton without even breaking in sweat.), but his stamina had been lifted to superhuman levels as well (Donny had been running on a treadmill for more than 10 hours and then the equipment had given up.). Oddly enough though was that my little brother was still childish (He still played with his action figures, despite being in better shape than all of them.) but he was also ridiculously intelligent ( He had solved the Hodge Conjectur, one of the major unsolved problems in mathematics, within a few hours, a problem that mathematicians world wide had been struggling with for years.)
Suddenly I was I brough back to reality as I felt a pushing in my back and heard the deep murmuring of my brother. “Oh yeah, Cynthia, just like that.”, he whispered as he grinded his growing bulge against my ass. Wait, Cynthia? Wasn’t that the 18-year-old daughter of our neighbours? But that wasn’t important right now. Donny’s giant erection had caused his comic print briefs to rip apart and he was now pushing his bare cock against my back. I just hope I can wake him up, before he lives out his wet dreams on me.
