Could You Book Me A Flight To Quebec, In Canada. I Always Dreamt To Go There.

Could you book me a flight to Quebec, in Canada. I always dreamt to go there.

Oh, sir, you are lucky. We have a cheap offer today for flight and residence near Montreal. You would stay in a shack in the forest, with a really big property, though you would have to share the residence with an older couple. No shared houses or something like that, just staying on the same plot of land. That’s okay for you? Great, I will make the booking right away.

Several days later you climb out of the bus. It had been a long ride from the airport here, to the middle of nowhere. Though you had really enjoyed it, seeing the forests and natural wonders of Canada fly by you, even if it was only from the bus window. You were even surprised that it was so warm here, you had expected an icy storm, but instead it was like a mild winter day. You had pulled of your thick mantle and instead swapped it with a thinner but still warming jacket. 

As you walk through the gates of your residence you immediately see the older couple’s car parked on the other side. The burly keeper guides you to your shack and gives you the key.”Be sure to not hit your head on the doorframe, Redwood.”, he chuckles, his voice oddly high pitched. As if he had provoked it, you hit your brow on the wooden framework. Immediately your big hand shoots to your forehead and then slightly upward to correct your hairstyle. “Shit.”, you murmur, your voice oddly deep. 

Still rubbing your forehead you don’t notice the rearrangement of your bone structure, giving your face a rough handsomeness, perfectly fitting the Canadian stereotype. You don’t even notice the slightly itching sensation as thick stubble pushes out of your lantern jawline or the blurring of your vision as your eyes take on a piercing green.

As you look around the room you suddenly feel extremely cramped. Like the jacket, which you remember being pretty loose is now skintight. As you walk past a mirror you see notice where the feeling comes from. You look like you have been poured into the piece of clothing, the grey textile clinging to what looks like some extremely defined muscle. Your pecs look incredibly round and hard, your arms are close to bursting out of the tight sleeves, just like your amazingly wide shoulders and you can practically count your deeply cut abs through it.

Suddenly you feel a delicate hand on your massive back. The keeper, not the burly man you remember, but a delicate, almost feminine twink. “Sir, could we now please take a look at the bedroom?”, he asks, lustfully taking in every inch of your muscular body. “Someones wanna see why they call me Redwood, don’t you?”, you ask him and take him up, throwing him over your shoulder. You feel the little guys 2 inch erection against your rockhard shoulder, and immediately know he will be able to take your monster cock.

Though you shouldn’t penetrate him too hard, after all you don’t want to have your parents next door know what you’re doing to your property’s keeper. They have trouble with finding someone to take care of your land, considering all the keepers you left wasted. Though that is what a true Canadian does, right?

There will be more ;D

The Gypsy’s Curse Part 1

Another RP between @agmsye and I.

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Connor huffed as he made his way from the club to his car. It was a bad night at the club. Some gypsy guy was following him around and flirting with him when Connor was not interested. Connor was more looking to hook up with one of the hunkier guys he saw at the club. Finally Connor had enough and made a little bit of a scene when telling the gypsy to fuck off. Now the gypsy wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t muscular or athletic looking at all. Though he had to chuckle to himself about how he was cursed to “always see what he desired, but could not have it.” He chuckled to himself as he looked for his car.

The guy from the parking Service came up to him, wanting to help the Young man. He wasn’t exactly handsome or built, just some skinny pimple faced dork, probably wanting to get some Money. But as he came Close to Connor something happened. There was a bright flash and the dorky guy was gone. In his stead stood a prime example of a man. What seemed like seriously beefy muscles strained the tight t-shirt he was wearing, his bulging biceps threatening to burst out of the sleeves.

Connor’s jaw dropped. He stared at the new hunk before him. The park service’s guy smiled cockily, “Can I help you?” Connor simply shook his head no and the hunk shrugged his shoulders, heading towards the club. He was both horrified and incredibly turned on by what he saw. He hurried to his car, worried he had been given drugs or something.

He sped down the Highway to hs high way and seemingly exceeded the Speed Limit, because it wasn’t Long until he was stopped by a Police car. A policeman climbed out of the car and swaggered over to the waiting Connor. His breathing was heavy when he reached the car, his severe amount of extra fat having slowed him down. Connor winded down the window and another Flash let the slobby policeman disappear. In his stead stood now a black behemoth, leaning down into the car window.

The cop, Officer Burnman, stood at Connor’s window, his bulging crotch resting on his car window. “License and registration,” his deep bass voice rumbled. The younger man scrambled to get his papers and nervously hand them to the hot cop. Officer Burnman took the papers and bounced his pecs approvingly. He looked them over and handed them back to Connor. “Your left tail light is out. Get it fixed. I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Connor looked back up, past the officer’s straining shirt, “Thanks officer… Burnman,” he bit his lip, “Is there anything I can do to thank you?”

The officer grunted, “Just fix your taillight.” He turned around and Connor watched the officer’s muscled ass walk back to his patrol car.

Connor waited until the Police car was out of sight until he started his engine again. Slowly he drove to the outskirts of the town, parking in front of his house. He hurried upstairs and took the key out of his pocket, wanting to open the door, when his neighbour left his flat, his dog at his side. He was an average Family man, dressed in only a Jogging suit. But when Connor turned around and looked at him, the man was engulfed by a blinding Flash of light.

The jogging suit was pulled tight over every muscle of his neighbor, Tim. It was unzipped a little at the front, showing off his bulbous pecs that had a light covering of brown hair. Just about it, his chin now was sharper and had a short beard. Even his dog had changed from some small dog to a German Shepard. Tim smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth, and waved to Connor before jogging down the hall.

Connor was still perplexed at how he had been able to see the thick vein running along his neighbour’s thick biceps through the Jogging suit, when he entered his flat. He tried to comprehend what had happened. This all had started when the gypsy guy had “cursed” him. But that couldn’t be real, right? “Maybe it will look different tomorrow.”, Connor thought and went to bed, his dreams filled with pics of the parking guy, the cop and his neighbour. Connor awoke to the smell of cum and wet sheets. He was surprised as he hadn’t had a wet dream since freshman year of high school. He balled up the sheets and grabbed some detergent before heading down to the communal washroom, passing off the past events of the night and a long wet dream.

He was so lost in his thoughts he only barely noticed another guy Standing in the washroom. He stood there in only a pair of tighty-whities, his over clothes probably in one of the machines. As he greeted Connor, the Young man so lost in his thoughts that he startled and looked up. With another Flash the nearly nude man disappeared and was replaced with another hunk. The new man was seemingly of Asian origin and looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Fitness Magazine. His tighty.whities had been replaced with a dark green pair of posing Trunks, that looked Close to giving in to the sheer size of the set of genitals behind it.

Kenichi, formerly Ken, turned back to his machine as he read the latest fitness magazine while he waited for his load to finish. Connor got a look at his prime, muscled glutes. Connor was so shocked he dropped his sheets and detergent. The hulking Japanese man turned back around, “You ok man?”

Connor bent forward to recollect his things, “Y-yeah.” He hurried at a machine on the other side of the room, his heart racing.

He started the washing machine and left the room, not wanting to stay near the hunky Asian for too Long, in fear of Shooting a load from his sheer presence. Kenichi only rolled his eyes at the stupid Performance and turned back to his Magazine. Soon later Connor was back in his flat, when the doorbell rang. He heard the mailman, a well known pudgy person, in front of his door. Connor only told him through the door to just leave whatever he had in front of the door, but the mailman insisted on his signature.

Connor could still hear the old rasp in the mailman’s voice. He looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and turned the handle, not seeing the flash of light come from the cracks in the door frame. When he opened the door, he was greeted to what looked to be a football player wearing a mailman uniform. “Sign here,” the young jock in a mailman uniform said as he thrust the tablet to Connor.

Connor didn’t even look at the table when he signed, his gaze drawn to the formerly old mailman’s new muscles. “Whatcha staring at?”, the jockish mailman chuckled and bounced his heavy pecs, before taking back the signed tablet and Walking away, seductively swaying his ass as he did so. Open mouthed Conor watched the man walk away, his eyes fixed on the muscular bubble butt.  "What should I do?“, Connor asked himself, thinking of the endless possibilities his new power offered.

The timer on his phone went off, signaling that his load was finished. He didn’t have time to think and did not want his clothes stolen. He did his best to move stealthily down the floors to the bottom floor where the laundry room was. He was dodging kids, neighbors, and staff as he made his way to the room. Kenichi wasn’t there anymore and he was thankful it was empty. He took his now clean Sheets out of the machine and packed into a dryer, taking his dear time, assuming he was safe there. But he was wrong, just when he closed the dryer’s door, the door to the washing room opened and a guy stepped in. Connor recognized hm as the Grandson of the old Lady in the ground floor apartment. He couldn’t be older than 18, Kind of nerdy. That is until he was engulfed by a flash of light.

Now he looked like a nerd on steroids, literally. He still had thick rimmed glasses, but they complemented his face more than anything. His still wore a blue and white plaid button-up, but now it was straining to contain his immense torso. He bent down and put a bunch of women’s clothes into the hamper before carrying it back up to his grandmother’s room without saying a word to Connor. Connor quickly grabbed his basket and followed the hunk just to be sure. When he say the hunky nerd go into old lady Bella’s flat, he felt panicked again and ran back to his flat and double locked the door. He needed some time to figure it out.

I wanna go to Thailand with my buds, any other chance for us to get a slightly cheaper ticket? And maybe a place to stay? We're fine as long as it's still affordable

I just saw that we have a discount for groups of three, as long as you are fine with sharing one room. If that is no problem for you, sir, and judging your posture it isn’t at all, I will do the booking right away. 

Some days later you climb out of the plane, your neck stiff from being cramped between your two best friends, the two of them horsing around the whole flight, and damn it was a long one. Adding to the stiffness of your neck comes an overwhelming feeling of tiredness and exhaustion, making you hope to get to your accommodation and get a good night of sleep soon.

As you and your friends, that don’t seem to be tired at all, walk through the center of town, looking for your hotel, you look into the shops at the sides of the streets. One catches your attention. You think, you have seen before, maybe at the travel agency. “Come on guys, let’s grab a drink before headin’ over to our room.”, you try to encourage  your friends. 

As you walk into the bar, the owner greets you glowingly: “Congratulations, gentlemen, you are our 10000th customers. Everything’s free tonight and you are gifted these traditional ornaments.” Still smiling brightly he hands over the golden jewelry. You can tell form looking at your buddies that they feel just like you. Surprised and happy at the gift you received , tired from the flight and strangely compelled to try the ornaments on. 

Simultaneously you enter the bathroom, each of you taking a different stall. At first you get undressed completely, just like the feeling is telling you. As you look down your naked body, you can’t help but feel bad. Sure your body isn’t bad, the regular sessions at the gym and cycling had done your body good, but you can’t help but feel inadequate, like you are supposed to be more. Just then you hear the whisper of the golden strings. “Bind us to your arms.” You do as you are told and tie the crown like ornaments around your upper arms. 

Expecting to see a change you look to your sides. But no changes there, just the meaty bowling balls of muscle you’ve had since high school. Maybe the golden collar would change something. The heavy piece of jewelry really had an air of magic around it. you put it around your neck and let it rest on your chest. Excitedly you look down, maybe something would have changed. But to your disappointment you are greeted by the familiar sight of your muscular heaving pecs, blocking your view further down. 

You look into the mirror (Had it been there before?) , hoping to maybe see something else changed, but nothing. Just a set of rockhard abdominals, leading down to an amazingly narrow waste, completing the perfect V, you owned. You pull up the pair of golden shorts, that had been lieing on the ground and pull them up to your tiny waist. By now you have given up on seeing changes and you are right. A look in the confirmed your thoughts. Below the impressive abs was just the same sequoia like equally impressive legs, that had always been there.

After tieing your middle length blonde dyed hair up to a bun, you exit the stall, just at the same time as your buddies. “Feeling any different?”, you ask them, while cupping your impressive cock bulge. They shake their heads, also gving their generous dicks a grab. “Anyway, we should go back to work.”, your one buddy says and leaves the bathroom.

You join him and go back to your job. Standing before the shop, you flex your impressive muscles and shout “Happy Hour from 5 to 8. Give Chun’ Cocktail Parlor a visit win an evening with us. We will do everything with.” You stress the word ‘everything’ especially, not even noticing you speak fluent Thai. 

Right back at you @absqrst

TF Touristics Update

So up till now I have gotten what feels like a ton of asks for trip with TF Touristics. To prevent things from getting to much the deadline for this business’ requests will be the 25th August at 12 o’clock CET.

Concerning the asks I have gotten until now:

Any asks sent in more than once by the same person (Trust me I recognize who sent me multiple ones!) will be deleted.

Each country will only get one trip, with the exception of the USA, where several regions have their own trips.

I will probably write no more asks about the US. I only know some stuff about the places I already wrote about and have no desire to write about it anymore. That’s not meant as an offense against the USA, I just don’t know what new things to write about anymore.

Feel free to send in more asks about anything you want, but I ask for your understanding if I don’t do them now. I have my hands full with TF Touristics at the moment. 

Thank you for your attention ;D

What can I say, the guy knows how to get my engine going *.*

So I think you know a fair bit about my likes now. What would your new institute do to me :P

You are guided into a backroom filled with mirrors by a hot Japanese model. He smiles and closes the mirror clad door. A speaker sounds off in the room.

“Hello… Testing… Testing…” The voice clears its throat.

“Oh good its working. Welcome to one of our VIP specialty rooms. It seems you are a personal friend of Mr. Amalia and has had a personal transformation package prepared for you. If you would, please strip and put on any clothes Tatsua brings you.”

The door swings open again as the Japanese bodybuilder walks in with a pair of black jeans. He gives you a sly wink as he collects your clothes. He notices you blush and smiles even wider. Before he leaves, his brings his bicep into a full flex, catching your eye.

“Please excuse Tatsua, he is a new acquisition. Anyway to begin, we will do the small things first. Let’s start with you hair.”

Looking into the mirror you could see it turn into a light, chocolaty brown. It grew out fuller and thicker. You run a hand through it, loving how it feels.

“Now let’s go for voice.”

After a few moments, you don’t feel any different, “Well did y–,” Your clasp your hands around your neck, feeling the adam’s apple press against your palm. Your voice sounds like the perfect mixture of the instagram fitness models you jerk off to. A good bro voice.

“Moving on… Oh lets get your height in.”

A sense of vertigo overtakes you as you sprout inches into the air. You’d have to guess you are at least 6′3″ now.

“Can’t forget the feet.”

You look down as you watch your feet take up more than two tiles on the floor. Your toes growing meatier and inching along the floor. If it weren’t for your new height, they would look like they were clown feet.

“Oooo now for one of my favorite parts. The cock.”

A sudden feeling of euphoria followed by ecstasy over takes you. It’s a miracle it didn’t bring you to your never. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can your cock lengthen, then thicken, lengthen, then thicken. The process keeps repeating until it is at least a foot long by your estimate. Your balls not being outdone simply inflated like waterballoons.

“Now let’s add some muscle.”

You didn’t think your cock could get any harder but it did. Watching your body inflate with brawn was always a massive turn on of your fantasies. Shapely pecs adorned your chest. Broad shoulders with cannonball delts followed. Your arms are sculpted into sinew that would make a Greek statue jealous. Your abs look painfully carved into your abdomen. Your thighs and calves push tight against the black denim, matching the bulge your cock is making.

“Now just a few minor details.”

A sunkissed glow covers your skin. All you need to do is sweat to look contest ready. You thought that was it until a funny feeling crept over your face. You watch in astonishment as your jaw widens, teeth whiten, and your eyes darken. Your cheekbones push higher, giving you a masculine beauty most male models would covet. 

“And now for your personality. Don’t worry. You will still be there to experience everything, but you need an attitude adjustment to go with your new reality.”

The initial panic that set in immediately faded away. Memories of being a writer on tumblr were replaced with memories of selfies in the gym, building your instagram following as well as your body. Soon enough a more cocky jock attitude and life replaced your own. You are now a physique model sponsored by the Amalia Agency. And you love it.

I've always been itching to see new places. Like Texas! The Lone Star state has always been a fun idea. Country music, horse back riding, BBQ :) Although as a short Asian guy from CA, I'm not sure I'll exactly fit in. Maybe you can help with that?

Well of course we can take you to Texas, nothing easier than that. Oh, our system just informed me, that you are indeed our 1000th customer. That certainly deserves a treat. I think you will get your trip for free. Additionally you will be flown to your destination with our company’s private jet.

Several days after this you land in Houston. It had been a nice flight, though it wasn’t long. Your taxi is already waiting outside the airport to take you further into the land, away from the urban noise and hectic, towards the farm you wanted to go to. “Would you mind a bit of music?”, your driver asks and on your nod he turns on the radio. Loud country music blares from the speakers and caresses your senses.

You don’t even notice your seat moving further back or your feet growing to fit your new height. “I can’t believe you even fit inside this car, sir. I mean what are you, 7′?” “7′1″, you answer a little bit. People always ask you about your height, after all you don’t see many Asians over 6′, let lone one who is a whole foot bigger.

“Are you visiting your family here? You look like a boy who grew up on a farm.”, the driver asks, looking at your sandy blond hair and sculpted jawline. You certainly have the manly pretty boy looks, people expected from a guy, who grew up in Texas, not too forget the splendid tan, resulting from working hours and hours outside. You nod and look out into the land, enjoying the sight of endless fields of corn and wheat. Shortly after you arrive at your aim, pay the driver with a smile and look around, searching for the next guy to pick you up.

Then you spot him. An elderly guy with leathery weathered skin and a warm smile on his lips. “You must be the one I am supposed to take to the farm, son.” You nod once again and look for the car he brought, but only spot a pair of beautiful brown horses, to which the old man is heading. After some back and forth the two of you manage to store your luggage on the horse’s back. You start your ride, the old man leads the way down the uneven path and you follow close, being shaken violently by the stones and irregularities along the way. But every little shake makes you bigger. Not heightwise, I think growing even taller would make you a freak  No, your shoulder grow broader, your back flares wider, your arms become beefier, your pecs bigger and plumper and your absection gets more defined and deeper cut by the second.

When you reach the farm, you have become the epitome of the well bred farm boy, towering height, massive muscles and pretty boy looks. ”Could  you do me a favor and look after the cattle, son?”, your guide, or was he your father, asks and points somewhere. You go look and reach the enclosure, the herd’s bulls running away from you in panic. “Yeah you’re scared of me? No surprise tough I am bigger than you.”, you say flexing your immense biceps and give your bulging crotch a grab.