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i'm a skinny nerd from the northeast who goes to college in Kansas i'm about 5 foot 7 tall who was on my way to  the Chemistry Lab when a pair of big burly hands grabbed me , punched me in the gut. When i came to ,i was tied to a bench with rope in the male locker room. my legs were tied to a bar below the bench and my hands two the pegs above. my mouth was coved with duct tape with a mouthguard inside my mouth. i look down to see all my clothes were gone i was wearing only a jock strap . i have never worn a jockstrap before it was so uncomfortable .i look to see my red star trek t-shirt , my jeans, my sneakers and socks & my "geeky" white briefs were are cut up on the floor. i look up to see that i was surrounded by the hairiest, most manly, most self-centered, most muscled guys on campus : The college football team. the football team was wearing gray tank tops & crimson basketball shorts. the football players were who look like normal corn fed Kansas farm boys. they were at least 6 feet 3 inches tall in height and is broad-shouldered and muscular in build .they took off their tank tops i saw they all have 6 pack abs , substantial pecs and arms are also are broad-shouldered . they pull out a gym bag with my name on it with other pairs of boxers& jockstraps& clothes such as gym shorts, tank top including a red star trek tank top , sweats,  and a table right in front of me on that table was a football uniform, The helmet, cleats, jersey, and gear .they show me the jersey with my last name. they told me i was going to become a corn fed Kansas farm boy like them i will still be a geek. they told me all the guys on campus in town even the nerds on this small Kansas college campus has a 6 pack, substantial pecs and arms& are also broad-shouldered cause even the nerds work on farms & have to join the football team & get modeling gigs so they pay for college. when they put the football uniform on me turning from a skinny geek into a geeky Kansas farm boy.

Dude, I'm sorry, but sometimes it really pays to read the fine print. Your college has a partnership with us. When you enroll, you agree to undergo a Chronivac transformation if needed. And there is no need to justify the need. The mere fact that your upper arms are too small is sufficient. So welcome to Kansas, farm boy, I'm activating your jockstraps now, let the transformation begin!

Your body starts to tremble. Your hips shake. And your cock gets rock hard. The jockstrap fits your narrow hips and tight ass like a glove. A glove that is quickly soaked in precum while the twitches spread from your cock in all directions. Your thighs become powerful and hard as boards, your belly flattens and with every twitch your six pack becomes more and more prominent. At first you react in horror. But you enjoy it more and more. You would love to jerk off. But you have no control over your arms. Instead, your growing pecs start to dance. Your calves turn into real diamonds. And then the twitches reach your neck. It quickly becomes wider than your head. Your Adam's apple protrudes prominently, your moans become deeper and deeper. And as your facial features become more and more angular and masculine, your bulging muscles spread across your shoulders towards your hands.

Bruh, that was two weeks ago now. You have quickly become accustomed to your body. The only thing that bothers you is your smooth skin. But your body hair is already starting to grow. Soon you will be in no way inferior to your bruhs. Your brain and your cock are in a constant battle to see who controls you. But you are and always will be a geek. Your brain usually wins. But mercy on the ass you fuck if your cock wins.

You're still the same in your mind. Okay, you don't remember going to the philharmonic or art museums in your youth. You played football with your buddies and cleaned your old man's stable. But you're a geek and your goal is to get a good college degree. Even without a football scholarship. Although I'm sure you'd get it. Enjoy it, geek! There are worse things than growing up to be a really big boy in Kansas.

Pic found @backwardsnapback

My dumb stoner surfer roommate keeps trying to get me to come to the beach with him before summer ends, but I’m too neurotic and uptight to do anything but study for the upcoming semester. Could your device help me with an attitude adjustment?

Fuck, dude! The summer is almost over. And I may have ruined the best time of the year for you…

While you are still focused in front of the computer and studying, you are getting more and more distracted… You start surfing the internet. Hey, a new bong would be cool. Behind you, your room starts to change. Posters of weed leaves and hot surfer boys fill your walls. Your closet is mostly empty. But dirty clothes are lying on the floor. Mainly boardshorts and tank tops. Your wetsuit hangs over the open closet door.

Fuck', a pal posts pictures of the current surf. And you're sitting here in your dorm room. You don't have to persuade your roommate for long. A few minutes later you've got the boards strapped to the roof. Your pal opens the sunroof and asks what is stinking. You lift your arm and let him take a deep breath in your damp armpit.

Dude, you smell like a good stoner and surfer smells. Like salt water, sweat and weed. Just like your pal does. And the smell makes you both horny. Maybe you have to go to a rest stop before the beach and let off some pressure. And then have fun in the surf!

Another inspiration found @maxx-magnum

Oh shit oh shit oh shit, the timer on this Chronivac is almost out! Shouldn’t have turned my libido up so high, I just didn’t think it would make me masturbate and worship my own muscles for 7 hours straight!

Gotta show these bitches that I’m not to be fucken messed with anymore before this time runs outs! I don’t know why I just didn’t these changes permanent. God I was such a pussy. Not anymore though. 

My first try at @amalianetwork‘s weekly challenge :)

An Adequate Model

“What the fuck is this, Michael?”, Paul shouted at his assistant. “You were supposed to bring me a muscle model and not some wimp.” He was supposed to do a fitness shoot, but his model had called off last minute. So he had sent Michael to find a substitute model, but he had misunderstood and now Paul had a normal dude for the photo shoot and no musclebound bodybuilder. He would have to reschedule.

“Okay, let’s try this.”, Paul said, already having a plan on his mind. “Put this on.”, he instructed the ‘model’, handing him a blue v-neck and a pair of black jeans. 

When the guy was finished dressing Paul guided him to the set. “Okay, try to do a little posing.”, Paul said. The result was anything but satisfying, but after a few shots he had what he needed. “Let’s take a short break.”

He transferred the photos on his computer and started the Chronivac Program. A model of his candidate popped up, showing him in all his nude ‘glory’. “So his name is Dean Pasterneck. Interesting.”

“I won’t have to change much heightwise.”, Paul murmured, regarding the 6′3″ model. ‘A little upgrade won’t do any harm.’, he thought and slid the height regulator a little bit to the right, enhancing his height to a nice 6′7″. But he would have to alter his physique. A lot. Dean was a rather pudgy figure, totally inadequate for a fitness shoot.

“How are you feeling, Dean?”, he asked without real interest, while sliding the muscle slider to the right and the body fat slider to the left. That made Dean a stud of 275 pounds with 2 percent body fat. ‘That’s better.’, Paul thought.

“I’m fine.”, Dean replied wth a raspy voice, that made Paul shudder unpleasantly. While speaking he scratched his balding head, a few more hairs falling out i the process.

“I might change that as well.”, Paul said silently, giving the digital Dean a nice haircut and some designer stubble. Furthermore he changed his voice into a sexy baritone and his name into ‘Dean Sexbeast’, thinking, that there’d be no harm in doing so.

‘If I’m already at it, I might as well fully improve him.’, he thought and grew Dean’s dick and balls. “This will do”, he said, stopping at 11″.

“Okay I’m finished.”, he told himself and pressed ‘Enter’.

For a moment the world seemed to blur, only to sharpen again, leaving the new and improved Dean Sexbeast behnd at the set.

“Can we continue, got a date with triplets in half an hour.”, Dean announced.

“Sure.”, Paul said, more than happy to have created such an adequate model.

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.

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.

I wish all of you a happy and healthy New Year. So here a new story to celebrate the start of 2017. As always feel free to send in requests and messages.

Chronivac - The Game

Jerry had had a miserable day at work. His company had decided to remove jobs and so, being one of the few ones who didn’t get fired, the pissed of people blamed him for getting fired. So he had to hear insults all day and some of them even threw stuff after him.

So when he came home into his small flat, he immediately grabbed a beer from his fridge and sat down at his desk. Because so many people had been dismissed, he had to take work back home. That’s why he was quite surprised when he found a strange gaming console laying on the table. Out of curiosity he switched it on and immediately an odd writing popped up: “Chronivac - The Game”.

A figure appeared on the screen. It looked oddly like him. The same hanging shoulders and flabby gut, stacked on a relatively small frame. The character even wore the same blue suit and white shirt, hell even the same red tie. A window showed up, ordering him to enter a name. He chose to name his character ‘Jake Seid’, he always found the name Jake incredibly hot and his own surname was Seid.

Experimentally he moved the guy around and knocked at a door. A message popped up: “ To enter this room, you ust give something as a toll.” The inventory opened and Jake inspected the thing’s he currently had. Unlike normal roleplay games, the inventory did not only consist of the materials the character currently owned but apparently also some characteristics, like intelligence, ideals, character traits and so on.

In order to enter the room, Jake chose to sacrifice the perfect eyesight of his character. As his figure entered the room, he adjusted his glasses, since he just couldn’t believe what he saw. The room he had entered looked likee a mix between a strip club and a brothel.

Getting hard at the sight of the shockingly realistic, sexy women in the room, he spotted a chest, whose old looks seemed incredibly displaced, in the corner of the room. When he opened it, he saw something getting added to his inventory. He was pretty shocked when he noticed that a penis had been the added thing, which automately got equipped.

“What the fuck.”, he chuckled to himself. The dick, that te character had equipped looked exactly like his. When he tapped on the screen to see the details about his new acquisition another chuckle escaped his mouth. “What a coincidence.”, he thought. The new dick of his character was 8″ soft and 11″ hard, just like his.

Still a little confused by the coincidence he left the room.  The next room he came across had a sign on his door, which somehow looked like barbell. He entered the room and once again he got surprised by how real the game looked. The room was filled with workout machines and posing mirrors. It looked like a gym.

Curiously he approached one of the machines. A message popped up: “ Would you like to use the machines? As a result your character will become stronger but will lose his inhibitions in return? Do you still want to use the machines?” Without further hesitation, Jake clicked the ‘Yes’, after all he always had a ting for huge muscle men. 

For a moment the screen went black and when it went on again the figure was no longer small and flabby, but rather consisted of nothing but rockhard, superstrong muscle. It was almost comically how he looked like he would burst out of his now super tight suit any moment. Thinking of this, Jake opened his own jacket and stripped out of it. It was just so umcomfortable sometimes, having to squeeze his giant muscles into this suit when he was at work. Luckily the management had accepted that he couldn’t wear a tie, his bull neck was just to massive.

Suddenly there was an explosion of golden light on the screen. The words 'LEVEL UP’ were written with golden letters in the middle of the screen. “With your first LEVEL UP you get a present and are furthermore allowed to upgrade on thing about your character”, read the small message underneath.

When he clicked ‘Okay’, he was guided to the character menu. After brushing improvement options, such as ‘Intelligence’, ‘Body Hair’ and ‘Metabolism’ aside, Jake settled for the option ‘Height’. A message popped up: “Do you really want to improve your figure’s height by 1?” Of course he pprove and slowly watched his character growing, until he stood a foot taller than his former height of 5′7″.

“And now for the gift.”, 6′7″ titan Jake Seid thought as he opened the package. In it, he found an item called ‘Tattooed Body’, which he immediately equipped, since he was a big fan of tattoos. And to make things even better, they looked exactly like his. “This game is so full of coincidences.”, he thought as he thought of the wings on his beefy forarm, the triforce on his massive biceps and cannonball shoulders or the sun on his impressive pillow pecs. 

“This item gives you the unique effect ‘Sexual Prowess and Stamina’, which triggers the effect ‘Paradise Bliss’ in all sexual partners of this character”, showed another message, as he equipped ‘Tattooed Body’

As he exited the menu, his character suddenly stood before a door. “This room contains your last challenge! Are you sure you want to enter?”, asked the notification, when he tried to enter. Naturally he approved and his character entered the room.

The inside of the room resembled a film set and yet again a message popped up. “This room enables you to acquire the skill ‘Porn Star’, but your value ‘IQ’ is too high. Do you want to reduce the value ‘IQ’ to 90 to acquire ‘Porn Star’.” “Being a porn star would be really nice.“, Jake thought and clicked the “Yes”-Button. 

“Thank you for playing ‘Chronivac - The Game’”, showed up on the screen, but Jake couldn’t read it anymore. “Hey Jake, you dumb stallion, lay that damn console aside and come here. Time for your next movie.”, came the call of Hugh, the director, from the door, “You’ll be playing the main character in ‘Office Orgy Party’, so put on the jacket and come here.”

Chronivac - Phone Service

Ryan cleared his throat and opened the app. The strange program had appeared a few days before on his phone and promised a world altering experience. And “Chronivac - Phone Services” took that pretty literally. Ryan had tried out the new calling app and it didn’t miss out on it’s promise. Just after he got it, he had called his brother Sean at college and when he replied to the “Can we talk later? I’m busy.” with a joking “Jacking your insatiable monster off, right?” something happened. When his brother came home this weekend he had a really obscenely large bulge in his pants, clearly bigger than Ryan remembered. But everyone acted like it was normal especially Sean. That’s when a thought came to Ryan’s mind. Maybe i was because of the app.

He searched for the number of his best friend. Drew and Ryan had been together ever since kindergarten. They had done everything together. From playing in each other’s garden to some gay experiments. During one of their experiments Ryan had noticed that he had feelings deeper than friendship for Drew, but his best friend clearly didn’t share them. Soon after Ryan discovered his feelings, Drew had gotten a girlfriend and though she was a really nice girl, Ryan didn’t like her. But with that app, Ryan could fix things.

Finally the call connected. “Hey Ryan, how’s it hanging.” “Just as normal.”, he chuckled and gulped in anticipation. “So are you at the gym again?  Probably, after all you haven’t been much else in the last 5 years, am I right meathead?” Deep within he could feel that the app worked. At the other end of the town, Drew suddenly found himself in a gym, that seemed like a second home to him. He held the phone, that looked ridiculously small in his big calloused hand, at his ear, while the other dinner plate sized mitt caressed his hard eightpack. “Yeah, how did you know. But I guess it is no surprise, I practically live here.”

“The wall length mirrors might be an added benefit. After all you always check yourself out in every reflective surface you come across. But it would be a waste to let that beauty go unnoticed. And that beard is something to fantasize about too.”, Ryan said and bit his lip. Maybe he had overdone it. But Drew just laughed it off. “Yeah, it grows like crazy. I only shaved that morning and I have an insanely dense beard right now. But what’s with all that beauty shit. Are you a faggot or so?”

Ryan took a deep breath. Now or never.  “Of course I am, dummy. We have been together since high school.” Suddenly a though came to Ryan’s mind. The Chronivac made everything true, so did this go for the ‘Dummy’ remark too. “Duh, you’re right, honey, I guess it’s normal to forget stuff if you’re as dumb as me.”, answered Drew, his natural baritone now sounding incredibly dumb. “At least you’re good at other stuff. Like lifting weights and posing.”, Ryan quickly said to at least give his new boyfriend.

Suddenly a clinging sound could be heard from the gym. Drew probably stepped on a dumbbell lieing around. “What happened, honey? Did you trip over your own feet? I guess that can happen with size 23′s. Or are you hot? And that happens even though you don’t normally were a shirt in public, right?”, Ryan commented and immediately Drew’s already stretched to the limit tank top dissolved into thin air, while his shoes grew several sizes to become nearly clown sized.

All of a sudden a guy came up to Drew and talked to him. “Hey dude, you’re awesome. I really admire your dedication. Can you give me some tips?”, he gushed. Drew only grunts a short “Later.” and shows him the phone. This small encounter gives Ryan a wicked idea. “What was that? Are you at a convention?” “A comic convention?”, Drew asks dumbly. A little confused you reply.”No, of course not. A fitness expo.” “Yeah, I still have some work to do. Probably will come home late, small guy.”

The ‘small guy’ remark probably was meant as a joke, but immediately Ryan felt extremely vulnerable. And together with Drew calling him ‘faggot’ earlier, a strong empty feeling spread in his now giant bubble butt. “But I am so horny right now. Come here and give me your Monster dick, stallion.”, he whines, causing a chuckle of his boyfriend. “If you insist, my cute little bottom, I am on my way.”, finished Drew and ended the call.

Back in their new shared flat, Ryan adjusted his new butt plug in preparation of his boyfriend’s monstercock. While he did that he wondered if the ‘Chronivac - Phone Service’ maybe worked both ways.

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.

Hey! Would you help me? My gf left me because I wasnt manly enough and not hot enough. Also, I have a baby dick and told me I suck at sex. Could you reverse things and turn me into a manly hot muscled beast with a huge cock who fucks a different girl every night? I need you!

Yeah, I see how much you need me. That’s quite the crappy situation you’re in and I can totally sympathize with it. I guess there are many people who have been left because they were not manly enough for their partners. Though that is only the case until I get my hands on them.

Here, hold this scanner and think about your life. The woman you had a crush on or even ever just thought fucking. The men with the amazing bodies you were always so jealous off. All the times you have been ridiculed, humiliated or pushed around. All of these information will be send to the Chronivac so I have a base for my transformative services.

I see you have led a rather … let’s say up-and-down life. A lot of crushes, just as many bullies and from what I see here, there aren’t many women you haven’t thought about sleeping with. Also that ex-girlfriend of yours looks rather hot. I also see some suppressed gay feelings there, especially for that hot captain of the wrestling team. I can understand that though, he’s a real hotty.

Then let’s get this started. *cracks knuckles* Of course the first thing we’ll change about you is the main reason you’re here, your dick. I think 10 inches hard should be enough, don’t you? Also making it as thick as some people’s wrist might be a nice bonus. Of course we’ll have to blow your balls up a lot too, kiwi-sized should be okay.

I just saw that you have a little hidden fantasy about black guys too, so I’ll just fulfill it. Just a little bit of tweaking with the Chronivac and your family will be from South Africa instead of the USA. Yeah, I can already see the changes, a nice cocoa color covering your skin. I also like how your hair changed into a dark brown fauxhawk and that your eyes have that deep brown color too. And trust me if I tell you that the girls will love riding your big black cock all day.

I cannot let a skinny black man strut around under my watch though, so I’ll gift you with the perfect set of ebony brawn you asked for. Big bulging biceps, thick pecs and so on, you know the drill. Just be sure to not hurt somebody, you’re really strong now. These massive muscles will surely help you carry your fucks and satisfy them against every surface available.

Now you just need a handsome face to win your fucks over. *hits the enter button* Here you go, deep hanging brows to accentuate your beautiful deep brown eyes, the broad, yet perfectly proportioned nose typical for black guys and big pouty lips, ideal for making chicks go wet with just a kiss. I also took the freedom of giving you a deep baritone voice and some designer stubble on your lantern jaw.

I also changed reality but let you keep your memories. You are now the most well known male street worker in town. You charge a lot, but the satisfied moans and smiles on each of your fuck’s faces are prove your worth it. Of course you only fuck female clients, sometimes even multiple ones per day. Just don’t be too surprised when you look at your phone the next time and see the waiting list of assignments, let’s say you’re booked out for 2 months.

Remodelled

A little something for your 23rd birthday @amalianetwork​. I hope you enjoy :P

Jack Smith had whatever he could wish for. Be it money, fame or chicks, the world famous model had more than enough of everything. What most people didn’t know was that about a week ago Jack Smith had been Irving Fitzgerald, just another nerd at another rural high school. But then he had gotten his hands on the Chronivac and everything changed.

Now he lived in a big penthouse in New York and had at least one girl over every night to fuck. On top of that his toned body and handsome face also got him every modelling job he wanted. And if he found something he could still use the Chronivac on his computer. Though maybe he with all his fame he should have been more cautious with securing his PC.

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Jim had been planning this for a while now. Jake Smith seemed like such a good target for hacking, he was a jerk so any information Jim could get would be worth a ton of money. Even if he could only get a couple of shots from the camera, it would be worth. He could sell them to a magazine or if the rumors about the famous model were true, to a porn website.

Looking through Jack’s data Jim only found the usual stuff, schedules, photos from past shoots and a lot of messages from horny girls. One thing though really caught his eye. Between all the flashy stuff was a little program that was titled “Chronivac Reality Alterations”. Curiously Jim brought it up. It looked like a simple Sim like game, currently only showing a model of Jack. Scrolling closer Jim could see that the avatar was nude and apparently the rumors really were true, Jack had a fat sausage between his legs.

Jim clicked on the model and a variety of possibilties popped up. Curiously Jim clicked on the option “Sexuality” and clicked the field to alter it. Of course it had been set to “straight” but of course Jim set it to “gay”. A window popped up, telling that the change would take a little while. Simultaneously Jim hacked into the camera and microphone to see if the change would really happen.

The model just happened to be talking to a friend on the phone, bragging about how much pussy he got. “And that Pauline girl really knew how to suck dick, man. She didn’t even gag at my meat rod. And Jessica really had some fat tits to play with.” Then a message popped up: “Change completed.” and immediately the bragging changed. “You should have seen Tony’s ass. It was so peachy and tight, really such a good bottom. And the cute guy I picked up at the bar last week, I think his name was Dennis, really managed to keep from spurting for so long. I was so impressed I fucked him another time right afterwards.”, Jack said and cupped his already rehardening dick.

With a wicked smile Jim realized that the program was no fake. now he was gonna have some fun. “First I am gonna do something about that face.”, Jim thought and started typing. Meanwhile Jake was taking a photo for his Instagram, knowing that thousands of followers already waited for new fantasy material.

Finally he had gotten the perfect shot and was about to post it, when Jim hit Enter. The model barely noticed the photo shifting to fit his new facial features better. His face now sported a more pretty boy like look, making him look more like a frat boy, than the successful person he was. With a smirk, that would have probably made women swoon, had he not been alone, he remembered that this boyish look was his trademark feature and the main reason most people fell for him on first sight.

After he posted the photo, Jack sat down on his designer couch and picked up a magazine from the table. Of course he featured as the cover model, but he really found that one article fascinating. It told men how they could improve their sex techniques and even though he was pretty sure he was already an expert, Jack wanted to see to see if he could get any better.

Somewhere else Jim was  pleased with the results of the facial change as he scrolled through the model’s Instagram account, but he really wanted to see jack with a bit more meat on his bones. And so he brought up the muscle section of the reality altering program.

Jack flipped the page of the magazine. The article was really interesting, though there was barely any new information for Jack, as expected. But suddenly the pages of the magazine blurred and Jack felt uncomfortable. When his gaze refocused on the page, it was almost completely dominated by a photo of him.

It was only natural though, after all this edition had a big interview with him as cover story. Though they overdid it with the title a bit. “Young, hung and built like a brick wall. An interview with the All American Fitness Stallion.” Absently minded jack scratched his meaty pec and chuckled as he read the article. They focused a ittle too much on his love life, but otherwise it was well written. “Then again, it may because of these bad boys.”, the fitness model said and gave his mighty arms a flex.

With a devilish smirk, Jim hit the Enter button once more and Jake got lifted off the couch from his ballooning ass. And with that an empty, itching feeling spread through the fitness model’s bottom. He brought up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Uhm, Jumbo Jim, I think I need you here right now.”, Jack texted. Jim just smirked and texted back. “I’m on my way. Wait for me, just like I like it.” Eager to please the hacker, Jack ran to the bedroom and undressed down to his black briefs and waited for the arrival of the big dicked top.

Based on a little idea me and @absqrst threw around earlier.

Chronivac - The “Random” Button

You know what the fist thing was when I got the Chronivac? The first thing and guy just entering puberty would do. Turn myself into a 20 year old superstud with an insatiable monstercock. And what job would that newly transformed 20 year old give himself? Of course one to fit his new baby arm sized cock and egg sized balls, that of a porn star.

The Chronivac even made me one of the stars of the scene, making me one of the best paid actors in the world and yes that includes Hollywood. I was even able to give my parents who had been struggling financially forever a lot of money and buy myself a huge mansion. Which leads us to the present day. I had just done another movie, which had all the components to become a hit. So I decided to invite family over to have a little party (I know what you’re thinking. Yeah my family was okay with my job, I made it so after all.)

Naturally that meant my aunt Isabelle, her husband Dave and my little cousin Paulie came to visit to. Paul was still only 4 years old and so he had insisted on bringing his toy tricycle with him. So while all the adults were standing around, drinking wine and having a chat, Paulie was playing all the time, making everyone smile and laugh. After a while I excused myself upstairs to go to the toilet. 

Just as I was washing my hands I got a new message on my phone. It was from the Chronivac, telling me the new update was now ready for installation. Curiously I did so and looked at the app. Immediately a message popped up telling me the following: “We here at Chronivac Industries are happy to introduce the new “Random”-Button. Click this button to apply one or multiple changes to a person in your proximity.”

That definitely sounded interesting so I decided to give it a try. I searched for the button and found out that there were actually some restrictions to changes available. Of course I excluded myself from the changes, I didn’t want to give up this life just yet, and since all the people in my proximity were family members I also made it so the only changes that would happen were bodily, with of course reality changes to avoid suspicion. Finally I was content with my settings and hit the "Random”-Button.

Naturally I felt the world shift a little and eager to see who had been changed I ran downstairs. It seemed like the party had moved outside, but no one out there looked any different from what I knew. I checked the program again, but just as I remembered, I had made myself aware of changes. A little disappointed I walked to the kitchen to grab myself a beer from the fridge. And just as I walked around the corner I realized who had been changed. Not like you would recognize him. The only thing that was like before was the tricycle he was sitting on.

There in the middle of my kitchen sat Paulie, his frame comically oversized for the small toy. In disbelief I looked at the Chronivac app again, while he was so preoccupied with his play, that he hadn’t yet noticed me. In horror I realized that I had been right, this behemoth really was my cousin Paulie, though the stats showed me that he was now 22 and therefore older than myself.

I gulped and carefully approached the big guy and tapped him on the shoulder, which was now about the same height as my hip, even though he was nearly sitting on the floor. He looked upward and smile brightly. “Chris.”, he said happily and quickly, though a little insecure, stood up to his full height. I gulped as I noticed how much I had to crane my neck upwards to actually look him in the eyes, which had taken on a deep dreamy brown. 

Looking past his humongous pecs, which were barely held back by a visibly struggling shirt I decided to inspect his face first. The Chronivac ad apparently taken nearly everything the western world deemed handsome and poured onto the face of my cousin. Back stubble, indicating he could easily grow a full beard if he wanted (actually staying clean shaven would be the bigger challenge now), an incredibly square and defined jawline, the aforementioned deeply set dark brown eyes and a messy yet somehow stylish haircut accentuated by the black color of his hair. Even his voice was sure to make every women he talked to go wet within a matter of seconds (trust me as a porn star I know what I’m talking about.)

I wanted to look over the changes some more, but all of a sudden Paulie walked over to the kitchen counter. Asking myself what he was up to I followed him, totally unprepared for what happened then. Paulie just said “Chris, my pee pee feels funny.” and slapped a soft foot long cock down onto the counter out of a pair of still close to bursting Star Wars briefs (He hadn’t freed his furry bull nuts yet.). I felt my jaw fall close to the floor as I looked t the immense tool. 

I’m sure I had never seen one as big as Paulie’s and if you are active in my business that certainly means something. Not only was it incredibly long, but even soft it was as fat as a beer can and it’s head was probably bigger than most apples, making even the soft cock look like a weapon of mass destruction. The only thing I could get out was “That’s because you’re a big boy.”, without taking my eyes off the giant dick.

Finally Paulie decided he had shown me his dick enough and (visibly straining) stuffed the tool back into his stretched out underwear with motions that verged on routine. A side effect of this was that the already tight shirt had now started to rip in a few places. When the task was done, he bounce his heavy pecs triumphantly, causing his shirt to finally give up and shred completely, leaving him in just a pair of baseball shorts.

This gave me a chance to see all the other changes that had happened to his body. As I said his pecs had become enormous, though I was surprised to see a light dusting of hair all over them. I had no doubt however that like his beard his chest hair could become a dense forest if he ever wanted it to. Slightly overshadowed by the immense pectorals was a cobblestone road of eight abdominal muscles, showing the same dusting of hair. He even had and incredible adonis belt, which only enhanced the V of his entire upper body.

His legs were tree trunks, which no doubt could help him lift a truck, if he had the intention to. Linked to that were diamond shaped calves that lead to two immense size 20 feet that I was sure were near impossible to find shoes for. 

I gulped again and pulled out my phone, looking in the Chronivac if I could reverse the changes somehow, while Paulie was just learning the joy of flexing his impossibly large biceps (Seriously the were like rennis ball sized). Unfortunately the only message that popped up was “Dear Customer, as part of the random function, the changes have been made irreversible.”. I sighed and turned at my ‘little’ cousin: “So Paulie, do you like girls?”. Once again he broke out into a wide smile and got into extreme detail at how he liked when they caressed his chest when he hammered his “pee pee” into them or the look on their faces when they tried to swallow every last of his loads. 

Of course he said all of this with more words like “pee pee” and with such an innocent tone one could almost forget he talked about some of the hardest fucking I had heard of in a while (Which again means a lot in my business.). I brought up my phone again and called my manager. “Hey Ian, I just might have found a new coworker.” Of course this only earned me another grin from Paulie, though this time more of a smirk than a broad smile. Seemed like he was learning how to behave as a sex god.

Two weeks later I had just finished another film, when Ian walked up to me with a sly expression on his face. Apparently Paulie, or as he seemingly now preferred Paul, had done an amazing job at the casting and according to my manager had a great future in the business ahead of him, maybe even more than me.

It turns out though, that the studio has to order custom made condoms for “Piledriver Paul” now, since none of the conventional sizes fit. Also the big guy seems to be so virile that the pill isn’t working. Luckily there are enough girls around, which are eager to measure Paul’s monstrosity. At least I now have at least a bit of competition though I would have preferred the Chronivac to let him be child a little longer.

Another idea me and @absqrst threw around. I hope he continues posting awesome stories after the purge. Check out his Blogspot and maybe mine if you are at it.

Insecurities

Danny really loved his boyfriend Brandon, but the guy wasn’t exactly the most manly fella. Even though his boyfriend tried putting on a tough guy act and play the top for exclusive bottom Danny, the twink could see through it all down to the deep insecurities of his man. Admittedly being below average in height and size didn’t really give his confidence a boost and the mere 4 inches of cock and the fact that he had been born into a family of otherwise big and burly guys didn’t help either, but Brandon always tried his best to not show how much it bothered him being so small.

This afternoon was especially frustrating for the small guy. His uncle, a police officer with a thick barreled out chest, had forced Brandon to hang out with his cousins, a pair of identical twins, who looked like someone had copied the picture book definition of Viking and modeled two really massive men out of it. At the age of 21 Ben and Sven were far bigger than Brandon and made sure the little guy did not forget it, always making remarks on how awesome it was being co-captains of the football team or how many cheerleaders they could bed in one night. 

It was especially hard for Brandon since Danny, who had decided to come over too and help his boyfriend be a bit more relaxed, knew that Brandon was neither really good at holding his load nor at shooting multiple times. And so the twink found himself listening to Ben and Sven bragging about how much of a beast each of them was, while his boyfriend tried holding up his fake smile, when suddenly his phone beeped. It was some cheesy looking advertisement from a weirdly named company and so he ignored it for the moment.

Some minuted later, Brandon and his cousins had moved to Danny’s room, while Danny had just settled for some TV and games on his phone. He could hear the three guys arguing, Brandon’s tenor in stark contrast to his cousins’ deep baritones. Then he heard a loud “Fuck off” from Ben and Sven and suddenly his boyfriend came thundering down the stairs. Not that he made much noise, even with all the force he had thrown behind his steps there was not exactly much mass. Before Danny could even ask what had happened, Brandon rushed past him towards the bathroom. Danny knew better than rushing after his boyfriend when he was in this kind of mood, so he turned back to his phone.

The strange ad had popped up again. This time Danny gave it a closer look. It was pretty flashy and even on second look it looked incredibly cheesy. It was from some company called Chronivac Industries and the text was “Got something you’d like to change? Visit our website and do it.” followed by a  link, that Danny clicked after some hesitation. It led to a pretty bland website, which contained only a field that read “Type what you’d like to change.” Danny wasn’t sure what to type. He was pretty content with his life, he was pretty fit and had a nice body, a caring boyfriend and even a job he loved. But as he heard Brandon sob in the bathroom, a thought crossed his mind.

“Brandon is taller than his cousins.”, the twink texted and immediately the world seemed to shiver for a moment. He still heard the sobbing from the bathroom but then he looked at the picture standing next to the couch he was sitting on. It was a pic of Brandon and his parents after his high school graduation ceremony and it had changed a lot from before. Whereas before his dad had towered over Brandon, the still painfully skinny man stood head and shoulders above the burly older man. The Brandon in the pic looked to be around 6′8, but when the door opened and his real life self ducked through the door, Danny was sure the by now the guy had to be more like 7 feet in height. “You okay, babe?”, Danny asked, admiring the size 20 feet that had come with the body. Brandon just put up a brave smile and nodded, while moving back upstairs. Some moments later Danny heard the same yell as before from Ben and Sven and Brandon came down again, this time his steps far louder than before. He walked past Danny, his longer legs far faster than his old ones running and made some excuse about having to use the bathroom again.

Danny was heartbroken to see his boyfriend like that, even though he seemed to be unaware of his massive increase in height. The amazingly fishy advert seemed to have been a real thing. Danny was pretty amazed and immediately typed the next thing “Brandon has been working out longer and harder than his cousins and is bigger than them.” The sobbing promptly stopped, as Danny felt another shiver run through the world. He looked at the picture again. This time the impossibly tall teenager’s clothing looked practically painted on what looked like seriously heavy muscles, built from hundreds of hours in the gym. The door to the bathroom opened and the mountain of a man that stepped out of it did not only have to duck under the doorframe, but also turn sideways so his insanely wide shoulders didn’t hit the sides.

“Hey babe, everything alright?”, Danny asked. In a deep baritone the massive hunk replied “Yeah, just had to take a leak. Well then I’ll go up again, listening to the twins joking about my baby dick.” with a fake smile again. Danny grimaced and started typing again. “Brandon’s genitals are big even for his new body size.” The familiar shiver returned and Danny turned around to see his boyfriend. Immediately he had to make a remark. “Uhm, babe, maybe you wanna wear real pants. That underwear doesn’t really conceal your private zones.” Brandon just gave his twinky partner a cocky grin and replied: “Really What makes you think that?” Now it was the twink’s turn to roll his eyes. “Well maybe because I can see every vein running along the length of the baby arm you call dick and practically count the hairs on your bull nuts through the fabric.” Brandon just grinned and scratched his dense beard. “Okay, bae, but only because you’re the one asking.”

Danny felt the butterflies in his stomach flaying, like after their first date, but then a more malicious feeling spread. Revenge. He wanted to take revenge on the twins for ridiculing Brandon, though he wouldn’t do anything too harsh. “Ben and Sven are 3 years old.” Immediately after the shiver he heard the defiant whiny yells of two young boys and the deep baritone of his boyfriend telling them to go to bed. Moments later his boyfriend came sneaking down the stairs, even his sneaked steps making more noise than his old body, and sat down besides his boyfriend. “So the twins are in bed. Time for a nice evening with my boyfriend. Though my uncle come’s to pick up the twins in an hour. We might have to hurry up a little.” He underlined his last words with a palm of his overstuffed pants and a massive smile spread on Danny’s face.

Happy New Year :) Here is my entry for the Chroniweek. Hopefully there will be some really cool posts despite the purge. ^^

Chronivac Journal Service

it had not been a good day for Jack. Of course he had days like that far too often, especially since his roommate Josh, the campus’ undisputed top jock, had found out that Jack was gay. Not only was Josh extremely homophobic but he also made sure his jock friends were just as cruel as he was. It wasn’t even like Josh and Jack had started off badly, but the second the jock had found out his roommate was gay he had gone into asshole-mode.

The worst thing was that Jack gave Josh a lot of things to mock him with. The quiet guy was only 5′9 and more on the pudgy than muscular side. Add to that the fact that he had a nasally high pitched voice and a tiny 3 incher for a cock and you had a prime bullying target. Jack didn’t really have friends to help him and neither did he have the courage to stand up to the 6′5 All-American jock. A teacher had given him the hint that maybe writing a diary could help with his frustration and anxiety. So now Jack found himself looking for a good Diary style app for his laptop. 

After some browsing through Google he found an app that looked to be just what he had been looking for. the pictures showed all the functions he had wanted and it even was for free, so the pleasantly surprised Jack of course instantly downloaded “Chronivac Journal Service”, clueless to the fact he had just gotten his hands on one of the most powerful programs in existence.

After the download had finished and he opened the nicely plain looking app, Jack prepared to start writing, making sure Josh would still be gone for quite some time (he hung his workout schedule to the fridge and apparently a session had just started), when a strange cartoonish symbol popped up. It kinda reminded Jack of the paperclip from Word, but this thing was a little genie lamp, with cute little eyes and all. Just like the paperclip it offered him help asking Jack whether he wanted to use the “Autocorrect” option. Since Jack had never been particularly good at grammar and such stuff he of course activated it and started writing.

“Dear Diary, I started my day by showering and shaving the bit of stubble I had grown in a week. Afterwards I spent 5 minutes trying to get my to look at least decent.”, Jack wrote and paused for a moment. Immediately the letters shifted, changed and formed a different text. “I started the day by showering and trimming my beard to look good. Afterwards I combed my hair, made them into a man bun and found long hair really makes it easier to look handsome.” Of course he left out the part where he spent 5 minutes looking at his mirror image and admiring his own handsomeness, especially the strong jaw hidden underneath the dense beard he sported. After absentmindedly tracing his lantern jaw again, Jack resumed writing.

 “After the first class Josh got my bag and teased me for my short height by holding it over his head so I couldn’t reach it.” He paused for a moment and thought back to that embarrassing as hell moment and when he looked back at the screen the and noticed the words had changed yet again. Or had they? Jack decided to read the passage again. “I hit my head on the doorframe on my way out of class and Josh teased me for being so tall.” Jack rubbed his forehead and thought about why he had been so confused, the text was still the same as before. He tried getting more comfortable and sitting more upright and immediately Jack’s long legs bumped into the underside of his desk. He cursed, which made the windows shake from his deep voice. Jack just wriggled the long toes on his size 22 feet and resumed writing.

Jack tried covering his crotch a bit as he wrote the next passage. “One of Josh’s friends pulled my pants down in the locker room and made everyone laugh at my tiny dick.” He blushed crimson red as he looked down to the flat front of his sweatpants and thought about that humiliation and yet again the words changed. Jack reread the lines. “One of Josh’s friends pulled down my shorts in the locker room to show a guy where my nickname comes from.” Proudly he wriggled the hefty sausage that was running down his right pant leg and thought about the name. For anyone who had ever seen Jack in the nude it was clear that the nickname ‘Jack and the Giants’ was referring to his insanely fat horsecock and the two legendary giant bull nuts that set underneath.

It took quite some willpower to ignore the yet again hardening monster, but he wrote on. “Josh and his jocks mocked me for not even being able to lift their warm-up weight” He jokingly flexed his long arm and watched the pathetically small biceps not even bulging in the slightest, and started patting it. His hand just hit bone barely covered by some skin and tendon, but after a short blink the arm didn’t feel bony in the slightest. It felt insanely hard and meaty, like he had spent an incredible amount of time in the gym lifting. Jack had the feeling his last sentence had changed yet again and checked it to make sure. “Josh and his friends were in awe at me using their max weight as warm-up and asked for tips.” A pleased smirk crossed his handsome face. The text was just like he remembered. Jockboy Josh sure had been amazed when he found out he was gonna share a room with Jack, the undisputed BMOC and local gym record holder.

Not much more did happen that day, so Jack wrote the last sentence. “After class I ate lunch and went home.” That was about the last he had done before starting to look for a diary app. Jack wanted to close the app, but the words had shifted again. “After class I gave Josh his lunch and went home.” Immediately after reading this a grunt escaped his lips and he felt an insanely large load being shot down his twink roommate’s gullet. The little guy even licked the last remains of cum off Jack’s still semi-hard giant and looked up into the handsome face of his top. “You satisfied for now, little guy?”, Jack rumbled and knew that even though Josh nodded, he’d be begging for a load 15 minutes from now again. “Okay then, little guy.”, Jack added, “I’m off to the gym.”

As the door slammed shut behind the behemoth that was now Jack, Josh was getting uneasy again. He moved around the room, looking for something to keep him entertained until his top would come back and that would distract him from his empty feeling ass, when he noticed a blinking message on Jack’s computer, which the muscle mountain had forgot turning off. It was from an app called “Chronivac Journal Service” and it seemed to be advertising a new feature called “Add Changes”. Josh sure was getting curious.

Chroniweek - A very late Announcement

Hey guys,

some of you may know this already, but for the past few years I made it my mission to dedicate the first week of every new year as "Chroniweek".

I wanna encourage and challenge all of you writers out there to write a story centered around the mystical, magical, all-powerful device known as the Chronivac.

Be it growing a nerd into a jock, the wallflower and the gym beast swapping bodies or even a shapeshifting plot. Anything goes, the one condition being that you have fun writing your story ;) 

I know the announcement is a little short notice, but I hope there'll still be some of you out there who wanna participate.

If you wanna collect the stories it'd be amazing of you guys to use #Chroniweek on your posts so others can find them more easily :D

And with that little bit of inspiration I leave you to writing, eagerly awaiting the amazing works you guys will produce:

I'm a nerdy white dude, but I've never felt like I fit in with either of those first two descriptions. Is there any chance you could use that machine of yours to make me a huge hunk of another race? I'm sure my boyfriend would be in for quite the surprise...

Well since the Chronivac is literally all powerful and I have gathered quite a little bit of experience in using it by running some experiments (Just ask Chris Bumstead. The guy had been the shrimpiest nerd before he moved in next to me.) your wish is my command.

Since you so desperately wanna be anything but white I think you'll love being Black. There's few things better than a massive African American hunk to spice up your day. You'll be in the gym when it happens. Sure, you could have sworn that you had been in the library some seconds ago, but that can't be. After all you've been trying to beef up for years, without much of a result though.

You'll notice that suddenly you'll begin to sweat profusely, but with every sweat it feels as though something other than sweat is coming out. You don't know how to put it, but it feels as if your inner blackness is finally seeing the light of day. Every droplet of sweat leaves a dark spot on your skin, permanently even, and it only takes a couple of minutes until your pasty white skin has taken on a rich, dark ebony color.

The nerd part of your wish is gonna be a bit trickier though, after all it could mean anything. So I'm just gonna pull a quick full 180 on your former disposition with the Opposite button. Do you feel it already? That overbearingly intense urge to workout, to really pump out those reps? Give in to it, trust me, you'll love it.

Normally you'd head for the lightest free weights in the gym, but for some reason you can almost hear a pair of 50 pound dumbbells call you. And upon touching them you notice why. As soon as your now chocolate colored fingers touch the cold metal you feel as if an air pump got attached to your body, your slim, skinny frame shooting up towards the ceiling, pushing you up over a foot until you comfortably rest at a towering 6'7.

And that's when the muscle starts coming. You can feel your body expanding, powerfully built muscle blooming on every inch of your frame. Just go ahead, gives these massive pecs of yours a grab, it's all real!

What are you saying? A shirt? Come on, man, everybody knows that you don't even own shirts. After all it would be considered a crime against humanity to cover up a perfect torso like yours.

Oh fuck, I have bad news for you. The Opposite Button did have a couple of unexpected side effects. Do you feel that weird pressure in your head? Yeah, that's your intelligence dwindling, everything that had made you a nerd, from your love for math, to your high school knowledge is going down the drain.

Or rather down to your ass. Can you feel your cheeks expanding into a pair of boulders? Yeah, it turns out that since you were a complete top before, you're now the biggest power bottom around, bro. Nothing I can do about it. Then again, you probably don't mind. Just send your boyfriend a quick pic, I bet he'll love the new you. Well, he and the massive dick I gave him.

Don't worry about it, you big meathead, that last treat for you is on the house.

Shorts

So, now that I finally managed to graduate for good, I had a lot of pent up writing energy to vent. And with a little nudge from @amalianetwork I did decide to write a couple of shorts. Sorry if the writing isn't great, I might have gotten a little rusty.

Size had never mattered to Jonah. That’s why his friends found it hilarious to gift the runty Latino the shirt. The trickster of the group, Paul, had gotten it from some thrift shop, not even wondering why the shop owner seemed so eager to get rid of it.

When some weeks later they had gifted Jonah the shirt for his birthday and smiled heartily at the joke, they didn’t even notice how oddly he would look at the piece of clothing, how his eyes sparkled with an obsession that he normally only showed when looking at a physics problem. Jonah didn’t even wait until they were gone to pull on the new shirt, pretty much stripping off his old one right then and there and pulling his gift on.

His friends were creeped out by the behavior of the normally shy and reserved nerd, for most of them it was the first time seeing their scrawny friend without a shirt on.

Over the course of the night they noticed how the formerly loose shirt would grow tighter as more and more muscle piled onto his frame, the hem of the shirt moving from near his thighs to his crotch as his spine cracked longer. Or his pants growing tighter as his crotch became more and more packed. They also noticed that he had less and less interest in holding a conversation, the bright light behind his dark eyes dimming.

By the end of the night Jonah was no more, Joe having taken his place. And there was only one thing that mattered to Jonah. Pumping his muscles so he would grow even bigger. Because size was all that mattered to him.

“Make sure you spread that stuff evenly Charlie. After all I know you want me to be even bigger, don’t you, babe?”, Devon grinned down at his boyfriend. Just a week ago they had been the same height, but that was a thing of the past, ever since Charlie had brought the cream home.

The two of them had been two adorable twinks that had been more than happy together. Yet them both being bottoms greatly strained their relationships. They had always struggled in the bedroom, since none of them was particularly fond of topping and finding a top that could handle the two of them proved to be rather stressful more often than not. Which is why Charlie had resorted to an old family recipe his grandma had shown him.

He hadn’t even told Devon what the cream was supposed to do at first, telling him it was some kind of beauty product, which wasn’t technically a lie in Charlie’s book. And damn did it work as intended.

Even after only one night, Devon was barely recognizable, gaining a couple inches in height and becoming more toned, like a swimmer. That had been a week ago and the changes had only accelerated. Now Devon towered over his boyfriend. He even had started going to the gym to put his new muscles to the test. And the cream had also worked as intended in other areas. Well of course it had helped that 2 nights ago Devon had used half the tube of cream on his dick.

Theo cheered for his little brother. Even though Ryu was adopted, he loved the little guy. Well then again, little guy might not be the correct way to describe Ryu anymore. After all even though the boy was just a freshman, he was the runaway favorite to take the win at his high school’s bodybuilding competition. Sure, the other Asian students weren’t half bad themselves and the seniors were close to his size, but Ryu just brought the complete package of size, symmetry and sheer, overwhelming presence.

Of course that had been how the little rascal had designed things to be. Being adopted into a family of athletes had always made Ryu feel even smaller than he already was. He had tried sports and weight lifting more than once, but always found himself cursing his Asian genetics. Genetics that kept him short and scrawny, gave him an unimpressive dick and promised that things would not change when he grew up. However he wouldn’t have it.

In the darkest corners of the internet he had found a site called Chronivac, promising to make even his wildest wishes come true. And it had delivered on that promise splendidly. Ryu had done way more than just change himself. He had changed everything about Asian men. Every single male with Asian roots would find themselves naturally putting on muscle like crazy, shooting up like weed and swinging more meat than an entire deli. 

Which is how Ryu found himself posing on stage in front of his entire high school. Bodybuilding had become even more popular than football for Asian students, the art of crafting their muscles to perfection perfectly complementing their penchant towards becoming muscle bulls. That had caused the majority of the schools to establish bodybuilding shows for their Asian students and just like he had wanted Ryu was poised to take the win. After all when Theo had found the website, he had wanted to make sure that his brother would always come out on top.

Alex watched his husband sleep with an eager smile on his face. That face had been what had made him fall in love at first sight. James had always been handsome, yet his gentle eyes and permanent cheeky grin had been what had captured Alex’ heart at first sight. It had taken a lot to ask him out, but it had all paid off. Even on their first date, Alex knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with James. His sense of humor was enticing, his heart was so full of gentleness, friendliness and excitement that you couldn’t help but love it and his mind was so brilliant that he could hold a conversation about pretty much everything.

It hadn’t taken them long to become engaged and marry, starting a happy married life barely 2 years after meeting. But one thing had always been a pressure point in their relationship. Even though James had always been good looking, tall and even hung like a horse (which Alex had been more than happy to find out on their third date. Heaven knows that after that he never even thought about topping.), James had always been pretty skinny, seemingly unable to put on any kind of mass aside from the obligatory lean swimmer build.

And that’s why Alex had made a wish to the fortune teller. He had promised to do everything if only she’d make James into a muscle hunk. She had just smiled and promised him it would be done. He just smiled as his favorite heavy sleeper gained a meaty set of pecs, that would be perfect pillows, not even minding when he himself lost a couple inches of height in return. He didn’t mind losing almost all of his cock size, loving the sight of the 22 inch arms that were growing on James. Alex barely even noticed that any and all dominance in his body disappeared, fueling the growth of James’ ripped eight pack abs. And seeing his husband’s thighs become tree trunks of muscle was more than worth losing all the manly features in his face and becoming cute as a button. He smiled contently when he saw the love of his life stirring in his sleep, resting his head back against the now massive chest with the firm knowledge that the witch had promised she would never touch their love for one another.

No Pain, No Gain

“Arggh!” Brett grunted as the pain coursed through his body. A pain so intense, every fibre of his being felt like it was being burned from the inside out. But with every second of torture that passed, his body seemed to swell bigger with layer after layer of powerful muscle. Brett’s face contorted into a twisted grimace as wave after wave pulsed through his increasingly bulky frame. Beneath the excruciating pain, something else grew. The feeling of growing from the inside out was strange and foreign, but also intoxicating and addictive. Suddenly as if an invisible switch had been flicked, the pain vanished. Brett’s attention snapped back to the deserted gym. His pecs heaved as he fought to take control of his breathing, their swollen size beginning to fight against his singlet. “Why did you stop?” Brett panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Nick fidgeted nervously. Sensing his hesitation, Brett pushed once more with more than a hint of malice in his voice “I said, why did you stop faggot?”. Nick shuffled in his seat. “You looked like you were being tortured” Nick stuttered, staring up at the colossal teen. “Torture?” Brett laughed as he took a few menacing steps towards Nick, “that wasn’t torture - torture is what I’ll do to you if you don’t do what I fucking say”. Nick swallowed. His palms were so sweaty he was struggling to hold the phone in his hands. “Brett, I can’t - you’re already the biggest guy in our year” the smaller man panted, his eyes looking anywhere except Brett’s piercing glare, “Anything more would be unnatural”. Brett smiled to himself. It was true. Nick’s little toy had turned him from being an ordinary senior to a seasoned gym rat. He’d grown so much in such a short amount of time that he had easily surpassed the upgrade that Nick had given his own nerdy frame. Brett decided to change tact. “Come here,” Brett said, his voice deep and commanding.

Nick leapt to his feet and shuffled over to his bully. Brett looked down at the former nerd. He’d been so confused when Nick had turned up at school after the summer break with the body of a fitness influencer. But even with his lean muscular frame, Nick was still an anxious beta at heart, and it had proved trivial to get him to admit the secret to his growth. 

Brett looked directly down into Nick’s eyes as he began to run his meaty hands over his swollen muscles. Brett made a show of running his thick digits running over each and every groove and bulge. Nick observed the larger man's movements closely. “Fuck it feels so good being this big” Brett said as he palmed his swollen pecs, “You like me big don’t you?”. “Queers like you can’t get enough of this size” Brett scoffed as he lifted one of his arms into a powerful bicep flex, “Imagine how hot it’d be if I was even bigger”. Nick’s senses were instantly assaulted by a powerful stench wafting from Nick’s armpit that made his eyes water. 

Brett sniggered when he noticed Nick’s rock-hard erection tenting in his shorts. “That’s what I thought” Brett cooed, before dropping his voice to a twisted snarl, “Now make me a god!”. Obeying like a puppy, Nick pulled up the Chronivac in his hands and slid the growth slider further to the right. 

Instantly Brett doubled over in pain as his muscles began to twitch and spasm as the growth began once again.  Nick grimaced at the sight of Brett’s muscles rippling unnaturally beneath his skin. Sickening cracks began to fill the air as the bones that made up Brett’s frame began to stretch and extend, providing an even larger canvas for muscle to expand and grow. This was all too much for Nick. He turned his back on the frightening display, wishing for it all to end.  “MORE!” Brett roared, his voice booming throughout the gym. Shakily, Nick slid the growth slider all the way to the right, trying to ignore the ever-deepening grunts of pain behind him. He hoped he wasn’t creating a monster.

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Chronivac Twins

The moment I saw this AI image, I knew I had to write something. Probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen.

Special thanks to @octuscle for the image inspiration. Here is a link to their original story.

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Empty beer cans filled the table in front of the two men. The room was silent, the TV showing the console home screen, and darkness was creeping in from the night. The night was winding down, and the two friends were enjoying peaceful moment before the night truly wrapped up.

Mason breathed a heavy sigh, comfortable in his current state. He was clearly drunk, but happily drunk. He fished around in his pockets, feeling for the recent purchase he had received that day: a brand new Chronivac tablet. He pulled it out of his pocket, powering it on for the first time, watching the screen suddenly brighten, flashing the Chronivac logo. 

“Check it out!” Mason suddenly exclaimed, surprising even himself with his boldness. “I got this new Chronivac in the mail.”

Beside him sat Chris, Mason’s best friend since grade school. Chris was drunker than Mason was, with his eyes closed and his body still, but he too was in happy state of intoxication. 

“Oh yeah? What is that?” Chris slurred from the other end of the coach. The back of Mason’s head was resting on the top of the sofa, leaned back in an almost unnatural position. A massive drunken grin was plastered on his face, highlighting the comfortable state he was currently in.

Mason held up the sleek tablet to an oblivious Chris. A loading screen flashed again as the system booted up. 

“Yeah, it’s a tool that lets me change a part of my body. Actually it will change a part of both of us. They had a deal on the twins package.”

“Cool…” Chris breathed.

“Yeah. I know you have been feeling down lately, so I thought it would be nice to spice things up for you. Plus, you know you’re my bro. We’ve been buds since we were five years old. I figured it was time we made it official.”

Mason began tapping at the screen, swiping at different sliders and dials. There were dozens of different settings with labels like “Hair”, “Muscle Levels”, “Race/Nationality”… Mason balked at the overwhelming choices and options, but forced himself to stay focussed; this was a change he had wanted for a while.

“So I was thinking of doing some kind of mixed race. Hmm. Japanese and Mexican? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. I bet that would look hot. With jacked muscles, like body builders. And since we’re gonna be twins, you’ll get it too. Sound good to you Chris?”

Chris only smiled and laughed to himself, the way drunk people often do. It was clear he was not fully present in the moment. Mason took Chris’ drunken laughter as a sign of agreement and continued with the settings page. He slid up the muscle slider to the max, added jock personalities and details such as personal trainer and fitness influencer. He double checked the ‘Race’ tab, making sure that Japanese and Mexican were both checked off. Pleased with his work, he continued on to the last section, “Target Selection” and “Transform”. He allowed the device a few moments to calibrate before confirming the two bodies in the room. He double checked that the “Twins” button was selected and hovered over the Transform button.

“All right bro. This is it. See you on the other side!”

And with that he tapped the button. The screen went blank for a moment, creating a quick sense of panic in Mason’s heart, but reappeared with a white, animated progress bar.

Mason looked down at his hands and arms. “I don’t feel any different,” he said. 

He checked the screen again. The progress bar had moved up by one pixel and showed a time remaining of 1440 minutes. 

“Oh shoot! I set the transformation duration to be 24 hours. Well that’s okay. When we wake up tomorrow, we’ll definitely see some changes! Next time you see me Chris I’ll be be a huge muscled-out bro. And a completely different race. And so will you! We’ll be twins. Pedro and Miguel. We’re gonna be so fucking hot.”

A gentle and rhythmic breathing came from the other end of the couch. Mason turned his head and grinned at Chris who had passed out on the couch. 

“See you in the morning, Miguel,” he whispered. 

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Bright sunlight was pouring into the apartment. The morning was late, but the day was still young. Chris stirred on the sofa; he was now lying horizontally on the couch, shirtless and in his underwear. He blinked his eyes in the sunlight, rubbing his eyelids with a balled up fist, and stretching against the soft cushions of the sofa. His broad feet pushed against the far armrest, and his arms stretched off behind him. He sat up, and noticed his first change.

Looking down at his chest, Chris saw his pectoral muscles had ballooned out in front of him to a God-like proportion. He cupped his chest, making note of how his nipple had slipped down below his eye line, and squeezed the new muscle. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed. “Why do I have tits?” 

Mason launched himself off the sofa and dove into the bathroom. The flickering fluorescent light clicked on, revealing the extent of Mason’s initial changes. Below his chest were the unmistakeable beginnings of 6-pack abs. Mason ran his fingers over top of his stomach, remembering the slight beer gut that had been there the night before. 

He leaned in closer to the mirror and begin poking and prodding his face. His nose seemed wider and his eyes were narrower. His lips were plumping as well, into two thick pillows. He ran his meatier fingers through his darkening hair; it seemed thicker, curlier and shorter than it had before. He pulled a strand and watched it bounce back into place on his scalp. 

The sound of a door slamming brought Chris out of his trance. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into the main room.

“Bro!” Mason called from the entry-way. “Are you up?”

“Yeah! What the fuck is happening to me?” Chris replied in anguish.

Mason came around the corner and Chris immediately became aware that the changes he was going through were also happening to Mason. Mason appeared to be several inches shorter, and Chris noticed that he was roughly eye-level to himself now. His chest and abs were similarly large and muscled as Chris’ were, except Mason’s shoulders and arms were much wider. Veins pulsed across Mason’ skin and over his bulging biceps. His nose and eye shape seemed strangely familiar, as did the plumpness of his lips. Mason noticed that Chris’ hair was shorter on top with a shaved, faded appearance on the side.

“Mason, what the fuck is happening? I pass out drunk and wake up all top heavy like this! And then you waltz in looking like that! What the fuck?”

“Chill out bro,” Pedro said. “And my name isn’t Mason anymore. It’s Pedro. And your name isn’t Chris, it’s Miguel. You’re turning out to be such a hot twin.”

Chris/Miguel was unable to get anymore words out as sharp pains coursed through his arms and legs. He hunched over, wrapping his growing limbs around his torso. In front of his eyes he saw the muscles in his arms and legs double, triple and quadruple in size, into massive slabs of muscle. His trap muscles ached and burned as the fibres inside re-stitched themselves, growing to match the mass of his arms and chest. Across the room Pedro grinned in anticipation, as his adonis belt thinned out, becoming lean and chiselled, into his tight pelvis and butt. 

“Miguel, we’re going to be so hot!” Pedro’s voice was deeper and more coastal sounding. His jock-instincts were bubbling in his brain, overwriting whatever personality he had before.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Miguel. I mean Chris.” Chris stammered. “How did you even do this?”

“Bro, it was the Chronivac. I told you last night. Just embrace it. I paid good money for this twins package.”

“I need to call them. There has to be a way to reverse this.” 

With a wide stride, Chris/Miguel walked over to where his phone was, but doubled over as a burning pain seared through his stomach. He squeezed with his hands, feeling the muscles underneath swell and grow under his touch. Before his eyes his abs went from flat and empty to being completely ripped. His waist got tighter as his adonis belt and hip muscles also tensed and flexed, just like Pedro’s had.

“Bro, I have a six pack!” Chris exclaimed, his voice cracking as it matched the timbre of Pedro’s.  

“They match mine, bro!” Pedro said.

Chris shook his head. If he could just call the company and explain what the problem was, then he figured he could stop the changes. He found his phone and brought it to his face, waiting for Face ID to unlock. The phone vibrated in his dark and meaty hand, refusing to unlock. In the black mirror of his phone, he saw a completely different face than the one he was used to. His nose was wider, and his jaw was leaner. His eyes had narrowed into Asian-like features and his hair was shorter and darker than before. His face was looking identical to Pedro’s, right down to the plump lips.

In a panic, Chris typed in his passcode and Googled the number for Chronivac. The phone began ringing.

“Hello?” said a voice on the other end.

“Hello, is this support? My name is Miguel, I mean Chris. My name is Chris. I don’t own your product, but my brother Pedro — I mean my best friend Mason does. He used the Chronivac on me last night and I woke up with big muscles and my face is looking Japanese and Mexican? And the same thing is happening to him! He says we’re becoming twins. This has to be against your Terms of Service! I didn’t agree to this.”

A dark skin spot formed on the back of Chris’ hand, spreading across his skin and up his bulging arms. His skin was darkening, to match his new ethnicity. 

“It sounds to me like it might be too late to intervene. Our records show Pedro and Miguel Watanabe.”

“That’s right,” Miguel interjected. He was Miguel, not Chris.

“Yeah,” the agent continued. “So your brother got the Twins Package, and since you are legally twins now, there’s nothing that can be done to change back the transformation. But it’s going to be great being a pair of super hot Latino-Asian influencers, right?”

“Yeah,” Miguel replied absent-mindedly, and in a voice that was deepening. “Thanks anyway. Peace.” 

He hung up and tossed the phone aside. Pedro wandered over and wrapped his hand around his twin brother’s shoulder. 

“It’s at ninety-nine percent,” Pedro said, indicating the transformation process on the Chronivac. 

Miguel felt another spasm in his thighs and legs and saw his skin was now completely browned and tanned now. His legs were thick and bulging, and so was the rest of his body. A wave of emotions came feelings rolled over his brain, and Miguel stood silently in place as his brain and personality adjusted to match his new physique. Pedro stood still for a moment too, as the twenty-two year old twins realized they could speak English, apanese and Spanish and had a long history of lifting weights and posting work-out videos on TikTok. The transformation progress bar clicked up one last pixel to one-hundred percent, snapping the twins out of their daze. 

“Bro,” Pedro said. “You wanna get a workout in?”

“You know it!” Miguel said, high-fiving his twin brother with a grin. 

So how do i look?

--Hmm the facial hair is nice, you should let that grow out some more.

Wait that's all you think of me? How about the hot bod i have.

--Your body has been always hot. Didn't think i should point out the obvious

Uhh okay. I quickly checked my chronivac app to see what went wrong, and saw that i checked the unaware to everyone after the facial changes. I then add Bryan to the aware box and see what happens, and face him again.

--WTF Blaine what happened to you you're all jaked and shit!!!

There's the reaction i wanted to see from him. Better with the raging boner i see from his shorts.