Chronivac - Phone Service

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.

Hey, do you have any holiday deals on trips to Hollywood? I've always wanted to be able to stroll along the Walk of Fame, see the sights and enjoy myself. Could you make that happen? Thanks in advance!

Our company will gladly send you to Los Angeles. How about a nice package we have here. Our Filmstar Package includes a sightseeing tour, a bodyguard and being driven around the town in a limousine for the real superstar feeling. You are okay with it? Okay, your flight is on Thursday.

The warm sunlight of LA hits your skin and you immediately feel at home here. You had always had the dream of living in the center of arts. You had even tried moving there some years ago, but you just couldn’t find a job. You weren’t handsome or talented enough for the film business and your voice wasn’t good enough to be a singer. 

You leave the LAX and your driver waves a sign at you frantically. “The guy from TF Touristics told me you would come and showed me your picture. You’re Colin Wainwright, aren’t you?” You wanted to correct him, since you had memories of a different name, but then you remember how dumb it would be to correct him, after all your name was Colin Wainwright.

You climb into the back of your luxurious car and take a bottle of champagne out of the mini bar. Your hands are shaky as you open the expensive drink and the payment for your shakiness follows suit. The stuff spills all over your shirt and makes the white textile totally transparent, perfectly showcasing your amazing body. The sleeve busting biceps you call your own, the broad shoulders you have, the thick pecs you worked so hard on building up and not to forget your abs, the body part that drives your fans crazy the most.

Wait, fans? Duh, of course. A world famous actor is supposed to have a lot of fans, right? Especially the girls are all over your body and always nearly orgasm when your shirtless torso is on display in your movies and it is in each and every one of them. Though they are not only all over your body, your almost too handsome face isn’t a turn off either. Your lantern jawline, your thoroughly styled hair, with the black cap draped on top of it. Or your amazingly deep blue eyes, sitting under a pair of thick manly brows and atop a perpetually smiling, totally seducing kissable mouth. And the stubble coating your jawline is a total ladykiller too.

As you admire your reflection in the window you peel off the wet shirt, clinging to your sculpted body and a nice tan and a couple of tattoos are revealed. You slide the dividing glass down and tell your diver, with your trademark baritone: “Could you please drive to my house. The champagne spilled right over me and I don’t want to show up on the Walk of Fame shirtless.”

Several minutes later the car pulls up your house’s gateway and is immediately hordes of paparazzi crowd to your car and take photos. “Oh, shit.”, you say and pack your softening horse cock back into your near skintight pants. Damn, you could see the  headlines tomorrow: “Sexiest Man Alive Colin Wainwright jacks off his legendary penis on every occasion!”

Seems like you won’t be able to go to the Walk of Fame for a while now, without people  noticing your bulge, but you sure can enjoy yourself in your giant house for the time being. You and maybe a few of your female fans.

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.

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

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.

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.