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What a MAN !
Eric janicki
Joshua J Manoi Joshua Blaize ...
There is something seriously erotic about this video clip. The sight of this handsome, young & impressively pumped adonis doing curls with this huge ‘fake’ weight appeals to a real desire/fetish (?) for super strong young men.
“It’s too light for me! You have to do better than that if you want to give these CANNONS a challenge!”
Officer said My giant mate is totally under my control and obeys everything I commands so just answer my questions and you will not be damaged unless you like that stuff, Yes my mate can inflict serious injury physically and leave major impact mentally
Summer of Size Part 3
Someone asked these guys if they're maybe going a little overboard on the bodybuilding.
If anything it spurred them on to make even more gains.
Awwww man, you spoil me...... all my favourite supps for growth and yeah I'm more than happy to take your cherry..... I guess you've never been with a bodybuilder as big as me!
The Player
Intent on expanding our base from police to now army, navy, prison, courts and medical along with butler, waiter, mechanic and corporate we are now moving into ambitious area of athletic sports based off Dispatch so still officer who can enforce law but does it from point of popular activity that allows for easy influence and education but unlike humans our man is not limited to just one sport as initally will have choice of 12 from menu in control app and these are not basic rules at local games either full elite level highly trained knowledge of seasoned veteran gained from many years of serious tough competition deployed in cool calm manner that shows are comformable in heat of combat to display type of leadership require of team captain to win under any condition while as with our officers looks are not as it seems from massive physical power to equally impressive intelligence all hidden by glazed expression on face and macho stance, is monitoring all movements and creating plans
Unlike his base Player is just as committed off field as on and skilled in various sexual techniques it is shame that got no cock or balls despite what appears to be large bulge and juicy butt is forever off limits as fixed plug closes short hole (still has feeling of touch) also like all our academy outcome Player is available on strict contract but never to purchase or as he will say 'Allow you to use me for short time but My Master is always the Commision so must return to it'
Like Cyclist, this man is superhuman in fact under tight uniform is same race suit, actually is more advanced to replace Interrogator as our flagship since is fitted with enhanced equipment like full scale forensic lab so can do on site field analysis of potential evidence and on personal side most amazing sex toy mode yet but many may not it as much since are allow to be rough and brutal while remaining within law and consent (will push to legal limits)
At prison we have integrated New Academy into layout and guards are well ahead in their rehab plans for inmates who may of being violent offenders when we purchase jail but now all are quiet well behaved people who obey any request by guards, still got some that will not adapt to conditions but do not last long before process has fix them into prefect gentlemen with high respect for law and love to wear the uniform so can conduct raids cleaning streets of people like their old life, Yes We do know got several fromer gang leaders thus are considering upgrading them to above then deploying out on strictly controlled missions to collect old mates to be converted in to police officers to prevent any future crimes from happening
Based on the idea of @jhfic1 for this picture.
Night Terrors
“Can I sleep in your room tonight?”, asked the brute in the hallway as I wiped sleep from my eyes. “You had a nightmare again, right?”, I replied, though I already knew the answer, seeing his terriffied look. The thing is that the guy in the photo looks like a fitness freak in his mid-twenties and his passport would support that guess, but the truth is, that this man is my 6-year-old brother Dominick.
He nodded and tears started rolling down his cheeks. “Come on, Donny, don’t cry. Remember? You’re a big man now.”, I said patting his bowling ball shoulder, “Come in, you can sleep in my bed tonight, but this is the last time. You’re a grown up now and grown ups don’t cry because of nightmares.”
As Donny and I climbed under my blanket I couldn’t help but be once again amazed by the body he now called his own. I had seen a few bodybuilders on TV, but they all paled in comparison to my ‘little’ brother. His already mentioned bowlingball shoulders connected to a pair of grapefruit sized biceps and humongous forearms. His traps almost swallowed his neck and his pecs were easily as hard and heavy as bowlingballs and overshadowed his thick sixpack. His legs were wider than an average person’s waist and just as muscular as the rest of his body, completed by the size 17 boat feet, that made up the base of his monstrous 6′5″ frame.
Feeling the wide frame of my brother pressed against my back, i couldn’t help but remember the circumstances, that had let to my situation. My mother had died a few months after Dominick was born and our father, being one of the higher ups in the US military, was rarely home. So it was up to me to raise Donny. I brought him to school in the morning and after school I picked him up again with my bike. I cooked for him and read him stories, helped him with his homework and even managed to teach him a thing or two about life.
Then one day, about a week ago, my father came back once again, carrying an ominous briefcase with him. He said he was on a trip to the other side of the country and decided to stop by and look how things were going. Turns out the thing in his briefcase was a bottle with some kind of liquid, that had to be kept cold and so he decided to pack it in the fridge, though he told the two of us explicitly how dangerous the fluid was and that we shouldn’t open the bottle under any circumstances.
The next morning Dominick was up particularly early and still half asleep he wanted to make himself a bowl of cereals. Sleepy as he was he confused the bottle of milk with the bottle our father had had in his briefcase. I came into the kitchen just in time to see him gulp fown the last spoon of his breakfast. He just smiled at me and pointed at the empty bottle, standing on the kitchen table. I only stared at it in shock as he said: “Mike, the milk tasted funny.”
As it seems, the bottle our father had brought home contained some kind of it super soldier serum the military had created secretly, It was supposed to be given to a seasoned soldier and not to a six-year-old. Within an hour Donny had grown over two feet and gained more than 200 pounds of solid muscle. Our father, on one side angered at my brother for drinking the serum, on the other hand pleasantly surprised by the effects of the drug, decided that it would be easier for us to move, than to explain why a hulking man with a face strongly resembling my brother’s had appeaared and why my younger brother was gone.
The whole move went pretty well and with the new documents my father had gotten Dominick he was now legally 24 and made my guardian, though I still had to do everything around the house. Despite now being a grown up legally, my brother was mentally only 6 years old.
but the aging and rapid growth weren’t the only changes the serum had made to my brother. The military had had test being run on him and the results were amazing. He was now not only super strong (He had curled about a ton without even breaking in sweat.), but his stamina had been lifted to superhuman levels as well (Donny had been running on a treadmill for more than 10 hours and then the equipment had given up.). Oddly enough though was that my little brother was still childish (He still played with his action figures, despite being in better shape than all of them.) but he was also ridiculously intelligent ( He had solved the Hodge Conjectur, one of the major unsolved problems in mathematics, within a few hours, a problem that mathematicians world wide had been struggling with for years.)
Suddenly I was I brough back to reality as I felt a pushing in my back and heard the deep murmuring of my brother. “Oh yeah, Cynthia, just like that.”, he whispered as he grinded his growing bulge against my ass. Wait, Cynthia? Wasn’t that the 18-year-old daughter of our neighbours? But that wasn’t important right now. Donny’s giant erection had caused his comic print briefs to rip apart and he was now pushing his bare cock against my back. I just hope I can wake him up, before he lives out his wet dreams on me.
While I could absolutely work my own magic on myself, I must admit, it's rather thrilling to put myself in someone else's capable hands every now and then. Life has been on and off stressful and occasionally depressing, so I was wondering if you could make a fun little world for me. Maybe one where everyone's dumb, 'straight acting' and just has a good time? Finding my husband to be a dumb, muscular asian dude wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
Yeah I see why life can be pretty damn hard sometimes, especially for an almighty Djinn like yourself. Therefore I am more than happy that you chose me to be given the opportunity to create a little world for you. *Cracks knuckles* I really hope you’ll be pleased with the end result.
First I’ll make it so, that the world’s population will consist solely of men. Women only bring problems with their bitching, though that’s true for some men too. Don’t worry about reproduction. That’s a matter or the upper 1% on the intelligence spectrum, which you barely missed.
That gets us right to one of the main features of your new world. I made it so that even with average IQ in the old reality would be considered Nobel Prize winningly intelligent in the new one. The normal IQ here is set for about 95, so sorry but you’ll spend some time among idiots. It’s more about fucking, working out and similar stuff here. Also the magic kind of overdid in on your husband, so he’ll be even below average by this world’s standards. He may look intelligent with his glasses, but trust me, he can barely tie his shoes alone.
Well at least he has an incredible body now. Well incredible in our world. In the new world he just might pass of as an average track runner, though the real show lies inside his stretched out jockstraps. He will be so hung, even in this new reality he’ll be considered pretty well endowed. Sadly he won’t get to use it much. Why you ask? Well because you’re there. Whereas he’s more of runner type body wise, you have a classical wrestler build. Add in your herculean strength (No really, you’re strong enough to lift a truck with your bare hands. My magic ran a bit wild there, whoops.) and this behemoth is just a power bottom before you.
Also you’re a super model in the new world, I think for a guy a face this rugged and a body this hot, there’s no better job. Your trademark is the permanent stubble coating your lantern jaw and the sun tattoos around your nipples. Well of course a super model there would be described as pretty much a porn actor here. And your most frequent shooting partner is none other than your husband.
All the fucking taking place in the new world (Trust there’s a lot of that) is of course “not gay”, just bros helping out bros. And the marriage you’re in is basically just so he’s always around to help you out. There’s nothing gay about, after all it would be pretty cruel to have someone like you walk around blue balling all day, so it’s just a favor to make your day nicer. And in return you help him ease that itch in his ass, just to pay back the favor. So nothing gay, just having a good time.
Lingering Magic
It was the night of Halloween and Alan was getting ready for a party. His bro Rick had invited him over to his house, where he was having costume party for all the college’s athlete’s, swimmers, wrestlers, footballers and the like. But probably best of all was that Rick had also invited their cheerleading squad as well as the teams from two other campuses, meaning there’d be an abundance of pussies to plow. Just thinking about it, Alan could feel his sizable tool getting hard. He’d show these cheerleaders why he was called “The Piledriver”.
Rick hadn’t been very specific as to what the costumes should be like, just shrugging and saying they should wear whatever they wanted. Though when Alan had asked him if he was kidding, Rick just smirked and said he had planned “a special surprise” for the party. Knowing Rick Alan thought that meant his bro would probably turn up in some awkward fairy outfit or something. Rick was always pulling pranks like that. For example he turned up as a flamenco dancer, red dress, high heels and everything. Miraculously he still went home with the captain of the cheer squad and Sarah didn’t even look that drunk.
Alan chuckled as he thought of that. Rick was really the master of pick-up lines. But this year Alan would steal the show. His costume consisted of a loincloth with leopard print, a necklace with fake animal teeth and a hollow mace filled to the brim with condoms. His caveman costume left all of his hard earned muscles on display, really showing off why he deserved to be the captain of the wrestling team. He wasn’t as stocky as most of his teammates, but rather on the cut side. Though he was just as big as the rest of the team, if not bigger.
Finally after having styled his mop of brown hair to look especially wild and unruly and making sure his loincloth accentuated the size of his dick enough he was on his way to the house next door. Luckily he wouldn’t have to walk far to get to the party, or get back to his room with a girl later. On his way out he looked into his little brother’s room. While Alan was a total jock, who had been blessed by puberty, it had pretty much passed by his brother. Matty was nerdy and the only real change puberty had given him was a growth spurt of about half a foot, making him a little over 5′8 and thin as a stick.
The little guy was facing his computer, probably writing another superman fan fiction or wanking off to some weird Hentai. Alan just sighed, but his fists clenched. He really didn’t want to be angry, but every time he saw Matty, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the nerd that was his brother. Luckily only a few of his best friends knew of their kinship and even those were too much. “I’m off to Rick’s party. Don’t do anything weird, I’ll be back later.”, Alan said plainly and left the room, not even waiting for Matty’s response.
He knocked at the door of his best bro’s house and was surprised by Rick’s costume. The almost equally big guy was dressed in a rather cheap looking lion onesie and was smiling like a madman. The costume was loose fitting and didn’t show anything of his strong body. “What the fuck are you wearing, bro. You look like a weirdo.”, Alan said and gave his bro a friendly punch to the chest. “Well I wanted to feel like a real animal for once.”, came the chuckled reply from Rick. Alan just rolled his eyes and stepped inside.
Immediately he jumped back. Right in the middle of the hall, on a little table at the bottom of the stairs sat a weird Jack O'Lantern. The pumpkin had a wide, toothless smile and wide eyes, but the creepy thing about were the signs that covered the rest of the orange globe, kinda like runes and satanic symbols Alan had seen when looking for material on a presentation. Also it had a big black candle on top, which seemed to absorb the light from around it.
“Told you I had a surprise planned for tonight.”, Rick said and patted his bigger friend’s shoulder, “It is imbued with magic and ass long as the candle burns everyone will be transformed into their costumes.” Alan just rolled his eyes. Rick was into such stuff from time to time, but Alan never took him seriously. “Yeah whatever dude.”, Alan said and shrugged his wide shoulders and grabbed a beer from a nearby cooling box. “To a legendary evening.”, he said and downed the beer in one go.
Within the next hour the guests came, every single one freaked out by the jack O'Lantern. There were so many different costumes. The wrestlers came as cavemen, similar to Alan, and gladiators, the football team seemed to have made a pact and all came as toddlers in oversized diapers, leaving their impressive impressive torsos on display. The cheerleader had come as nurses, cops and the like, of course everything in the slutty version to attract a strong athlete and fuck them good. Finally when everyone was there Rick lit the black candle and that’s where Alan’s memories stopped.
He awoke the next morning with a massive headache, just some pictures left of the last evening. He barely remembered the band of toddlers that had been crawling around the house or how he had smashed his wooden club on the head of a mustached cop, that had been flirting with a busty hippy girl. He walked into the kitchen downstairs and grabbed to grab a mineral water but as soon as he entered the room his jaw hit the ground.
There at the kitchen table sat an impossibly big man in a tight superman suit. Even though he was sitting Alan guessed the man had to be at least 6′6 and over 270 pounds of pure muscle, which was barely concealed by the tight textile he was wearing. “Who the hell are you?”, asked Alan the stranger. “Are you kiddin’, bro?”, said the stranger in an incredibly deep voice, “It’s me Matt.”
Alan was sure he would have fainted had he not grabbed a wall. This giant of a man was supposed to be his nerdy little brother? He couldn’t believe that, yet the face of the man looked familiar, like someone had sent Matty’s face through a kind puberty twice. He had the same light blue eyes, though they now had a piercing look and the same nose, though it was now accentuated by the angular form of his lantern jaw.
Matt stood up from the table and Alan gulped. Standing he was even more imposing than sitting, though that was hardly possible. Calmly the big guy walked over to his older brother. Only then Alan noticed that the costumed man wasn’t walking, he was floating over. “You can fly?”, asked the dumbstruck jock. “Yep. I have all the powers of Superman. Flight, super strength, super speed. I ran to France this morning and stemmed a truck over my head single handedly.”, Matt answered and thought back, ignoring the fact that his brother had just fainted and fallen onto the floor.
Some time later when Alan reawoke he found a letter next to his head. “Hello Alan, I hope you’re feeling better. I carried you to your bed, when you fainted. Currently in Europe to do some sightseeing. Will be back tomorrow. Matt.” This had to have something to do with that weird stuff Rick was talking about the last night, so Alan decided to pay his bro a visit. After some debate and threats Rick admitted that he had found that spell online and it had actually worked last night and transformed everyone into their costumes.
However the spell seemed to have reacted with Matty’s Superman pajama and have made him into a superhero, like his idol. However he couldn’t explain why it was still active despite the candle having burned down. A quick visit of the magic website confirmed Rick’s worries. Since Matty had only been 16 at the moment of the casting, his transformation was permanent.
And as if that wouldn’t have been bad enough, Alan had found a small white puddle of cum in the garden. It wasn’t difficult to find out the puddle was cum and that it had come through the hole in the roof. So not only was Alan now stuck with a musclebound superhero as a younger brother, the superpowered teenager was also dealing with an increased libido right. And if the costume hadn’t been stuffed than Alan would have to get used to a little brother with an immense tool too. That sure as hell was scary enough for this years Halloween.
yall I wish I could control bees
now hear me out, if I had the ability that means that I could also control/speak to wasps and hornets MEANING I can make those stinky little pests useful for my gain (evil witch cackle)
also I would feel way to bad killing so many bees for a battle and it would make more sense to control such a creature that is much sturdier in battle compared to bees.
mark and johnny reacting to ~the scene~
bonus:
Back to the main worldbuilding stuff 🤓
A Fourth Dimension Reality (or A4 for short) is a story about two teenagers with out of this world powers (aka Superman). They're on a mission to find out more about themselves so there's a lot of exploration I have in here.
Dimension tears in reality called Rifts
Out of the world creatures called, Blood Borns, Selestials, 4th Dimensional beings, Ahgels, Demohns, Ghosts, Spirits, and Dream Eaters.
Rifts - Dimensional tears in the universe that are invisible to the average human. 4th dimensional beings however, have the ability to feel these rifts because if the overwhelming amount of pressure in a certain area. Some humans even have the ability to see the energy that comes off a rift and locate them that way. Also rifts have a time conversion and fair warning: I'm bad at math and it took me a long time to figure out this conversion. But, I believe what works is this:
It took me way to long to figure this out, so if it's wrong o well
Blood Borns - Someone is considered one when they are born in their proper dimension. So, if a 4th dimensional being is born in the 4th dimension, then they would be considered a Blood Born, if not they are simply a Being.
Beings are a classification for anything that's not human.
So...
Selestials - Are a species of rock beings that get their energy from the crimson earth they live on. Almost an "AU" of earth, where they reside is a wasteland where minerals and other elements are very abundant. They feed off of these minerals and make their very souls out of materials of the earth.
Ahgels - (I just came up with the name btw) These are "angels" who do everything angels aren't supposed to. They participate in every sinful act known to man and put under the guise that they are giving "heavenly experiences." There's also very little females who are Ahgels.
Demohns - Are "demons" that exists to assist anyone who's strong enough to resist Ahgels. Made up of mostly women, they help break the trance most fall into when being enticed by Ahgels, however this has made them a threat and they were sealed away.
Ghosts - Like the real world equallivent, ghosts are individuals who are deceased, but they are called a "ghost" when they're aimless on the physical plain. Ghosts have lost their purpose or don't know where their body is so they can pass on.
Spirits - Are souls that chose not to leave the physical plain for some reason. To haunt someone, because they don't want to leave or simply because they don't want to pass on.
Dream Eaters - These are creatures that consume dreams and turn them into a physical handicap. They are virtually extinct, but there's still information on them. Since dreams are just distorted memories, if a Dream Eater consumes a dream, they can trace it back to the memory it's attached to and then impose the importance of that memory onto the individual she took it from. Effectively "weighing them down."
There's also smaller things such as how dimensional beings are born outside their dimension. What are the exact abilities of a human who can see rifts. The different variations of rifts. How to locate a rift and so on, but that's small stuff, so I'll leave it at that!
Thank you for reading and I hope you write well today or tonight.
Spider-boy(real suit) 🕷