Hello! I Just Saw Your Touristics Sign Out Front. I Actually Just Got A DNA Test, And Turns Out There

Hello! I just saw your Touristics sign out front. I actually just got a DNA test, and turns out there is a lot of Scandinavian in me. Could you help me book a trip to my old homeland?

So you want to visit Scandinavia, sir. How about we send you to Norway, would that be okay with you? I could book you a trip with a travel group, mostly single men like you. I hope you don’t mind. By the way there is also a craft beer tasting included.

Already looking forward to the fine beers you will taste you make your way to the shop. The rest of your group has already arrived and is waiting for the tasting when a man walks in. He is quite old, about 65 and looks like a viking from a picture book. He has a well kept blonde beard, covering an amazingly square jawline and long dirt blonde hair he keeps as a braid. Though his form is hidden beneath his apron, you can see bulging biceps beneath his skin tight sleeves.

Suddenly a guy turns around and speaks to you. “Hey I’m James. Wanna be my drinking buddy?”, he asks with a wide sympathetic grin and a chuckle. You only nod and pick up the first glass of beer from the owner’s tablet.  You drink up and enjoy the strong taste of the dark beer. All of a sudden everyone lets out a hearty burp and excuses themselves. Though the excuses seem to be made by pretty deep voices. And even more than the others there is your deep thunder like booming bass. You look over at James and see he looks a little puzzled too, irritated by the sound of his own voice.

The second beer you are handed is a lager. It tasted even better than the first one, not as strong but more refined. Suddenly a strand of thick light brown, almost gleaming hair falls over your blue eyes. You put it back in place giving your long luxurious mane a stroke. You fondle your thick beard, thinking about the sudden feeling a little strange. Like you’re supposed to be clean shaven and have short blonde hair. But that can’t be right, after all a Viking is supposed to have a wild mane.

The third glass you are handed contains an amber coloured liquid. It tastes sweet and you can’t quite tell what it is. You set the glass down and look over at James. His bare chest is on display and he absentmindedly bounces his meaty pecs. You feel up your own generous pecs and hard sixpack, coming to the joyful realization that your’s are bigger and more defined. Coming to think of it you can’t remember pulling your shirt off. But why would you want to cover your body up at all, you wonder and stroke your hair. 

“Hey man. You know what that drink is?”, you ask James, or was it Jens, in a booming bass. With an equally deep voice he replies: “Man, are you drunk already? It’s mead, dumbass. You of all people should know, after all you always drink liters at our binges.” Then you remember all the feasts you attended. All the mead you drank, all the women you fucked and all the fights you won. 

But it’s normal for you to forget stuff. After all a Viking doesn’t need to remember stuff or know things. All a Viking needs to do is drink, fuck and fight. You slap Jens on the back, making him spill his mead. “No way I would forget it. I bet I can drink more of it then you.” After that your memory is pretty much blank and the next thing you knew is that you wake up your giant bed, three smiling women laying around you and your still hard cock standing at attention. I guess that means before you can go on you have to jack off ‘Mjolnir’.

Hi I was wondering if your travel agency could book me a flight to London? I have always wanted to go there. I love to drink tea and I've been told the best tea is from that area. 😝

I can totally understand that. You see I am an avid tea drinker myself and judging from the business trip I had in England once, the rumors are true. So to make things short, you will get a room in a nice flat in Downtown London, though you’d have to share the apartment with two other guys, but I guess that’s not a problem. 

You are totally perplexed when you enter the flat. The man at the travel agency didn’t lie when he told you about the interior. It was plain and simple, making it look incredibly modern and expensive. You have arrived pretty early and judging from the snores coming from he rooms your roommates-for-now where still asleep.

You inspected your room and much to your surprise you find a couple of framed pictures. And to surprise you even more, they all show yourself. The first one showed you among a group of children, about the age of 6. You were about a head taller than the other children and showed a wide smile. “Guess I’ve always been quite tall.”, You murmur to yourself and scratch at your head. You shrug your shoulders and think about all the doorframes you have hit your head on.

You look at the next one and smile. It was a picture that showed you at about the age of 10, holding a dumbbell in your hands. You remember that this was the first time your father had taken you to the gym and you had taken to it like a fish in the water. 12 years later you had a body that most guys dreamed and fantasized about.

Before you move to the third picture you give your impressive biceps a flex and enjoy the feeling. The third picture showed you after a wrestling competition, wearing only a tiny singlet. You were about the age of 15 in this picture, holding a massive trophy, that pointed you out as the winner of a national competition. You still remember how proud you and your parents were that day. But the most obvious detail in the photograph was the almost porn quality bulge that was showing through your singlet. And your dick wasn’t even finished growing by then. 

You gave your enormous footlong dick a quick tug and look at the fourth and last of the pictures. Unlike the others it wasn’t a photograph, but a framed version of your first magazine cover. You couldn’t believe how dense your beard had been at the age of 18, or how angular your face. Rumor had it that this edition had been the best sold ever.

You hear a stirring coming from your bed and notice your last night’s fuck was still asleep. You leave your room and walk in the kitchen, making yourself  some tea. The steaming cup in your big hand, you walk up to the huge window facing the city. As you take a sip, enjoying the morning skyline of London, dominated by the world famous Big Ben tower, only one thing is left to say. With a deep voice you murmur: “What a nice aroma that tea has.”

Sorry for not posting asks in the last days. College and life left me wasted and they probably will keep this on for a few weeks. So I’ll probably have no time to write anything in the next two or three weeks. I am honestly sorry :(

umf Hot one ~ 

Hey, I just discovered your blog and your stories are like extremely hot. Would it be possible for you to transform me? If yes, this 5'6 90lbs Asian weakling would like to become a pro bodybuilder (Pornstar as a sidejob would be nice), though I would like to stay an Asian.

“Ah good you are here. I’ve been expecting you. We are going to need you to be ready in about ten minutes so get in the lockerroom and change quickly. Here are your clothes.”

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They didn’t seem like much. Just some gray basketball shorts, flip flops, and a white wifebeater. In fact you are wondering what exactly the guy at the desk was talking about. You didn’t want to become a model. You want to go back to the man at the desk and complain, but if this place promises what it does, then you best not try and press your luck. Besides, being a model wouldn’t be that bad. 

After stripping down to your briefs you pick up the shorts, only for a pair of posing trunks to fall out of them. You immediately light up and decide to chuck your underwear and shove on your new posers. Your pouch is full and seems to bounce as you twist to see if anything has changed. But nothing looks different, still the same 9.5″ hung asian twink you were before. 

You decide that maybe the whole outfit will need to be on to notice the change. The pants are next. As you shove one leg through, it enters a skinny tooth pick, and exits the leg of the pants as a sinewy oak tree. Suddenly caught off balance by the differing sizes of your legs, you quickly put your left leg through the pants and it goes through the same transformation. 

You slip on the flip flops and look down, hoping to see some change. Instead all you see is the tent your cock is making, the massive thighs you’ve had since high school with calves to match, and your size 17 feet that are as muscular as the rest of your legs. Sighing, you feel like nothing is going to change as you hold the shirt in your hands.

Feeling like it wouldn’t even work, you slip the shirt over your head. As your arms come out of the arm holes, they are like cannons of muscle, matched by cannonball shoulders right above them. Your pecs push out the front of the shirt. As your head comes out, it got the dose of masculinity it needed to make it in this business. 

Realizing there is a full size mirror in the room, you go over to it. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. You are the bodybuilder you always were. You decide to head back out to see what’s going on.

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“Ah there you are! You look perfect! Let’s get a few solo shots of your before your co-stars arrive. This will be your next big hit. I can see it now: Huan Lao: Asian Bull Breeding Two Twinks.”

Another RP I did with @amalianetwork.

Getting in Shape

Finally Jack had gotten to join the gym. He had meant to do it for years, but never really couldn't quite motivate himself. Though it would have been really necessary, judging his more than pudgy figure. At a height of roughly 5'9" Jack weighed more than 270 Pounds of fat. It had been years since Jack had seen his dick, though he knew it wasn't anything Special either, being 4" Long when hard.

The long stairs up to the gym had gotten the college Student sweating and heavily breathing as he approached the reception desk.

It was a gym off the college campus in the small town he lived in. He always felt so shy and self-conscious that he didn't want to risk being seen by classmates or anyone he knew. He could hear weights clanking as he got signed in, a blonde jock behind the counter was working the computer. Jack felt like he was being judge by the jock, but the receptionist passed him his gym card and sent him on his way with a smile. Jack sighed and headed towards the locker rooms to get changed.

As he entered he was immediately greeted by a familiar sight, the Body of his former high school's top jock, Shaun. The black behemoth was as different from Jack as anyone could be. The years of football and gym had blown his muscles up into Fitness model size and they had grown even more since then. By now Shaun looked like he was about to step on stage at a pro Bodybuilding contest. As he turned around, Jack was greeted by another familiar sight, the glorious horse cock that had earned Shaun his nickname, "The Redwood". Of Course it was because of his towering height too. As Shaun turned around and spotted Jack eyeing him up from the other sight of the room, a cruel smirk grew on his handsome face.

Shaun swaggered over to where Jack was standing. The shorter man obviously looking uncomfortable. "Well well. If it isn't little Jack Dillard. Though, I guess you aren't that little. Don't you know this is a gym, not a buffet." Jack was blushing hard. Thankfully the gym only had a few people in it at the moment and Jack prayed no one heard Shaun's taunts. He thought he had escaped his tormentor once he graduated, but fate dealt him a cruel hand it seemed.

'This was meant to be a new start for me.', Jack thought and looked down on the Floor. He just couldn't muster up the Courage to talk back to Shaun, he never could. "I see you haven't changed one bit, faggot. That's if I ignore the tons of fat you grew. Though you still are a pathetic Little faggot, who isn't able to talk back.", Shaun taunted him in his deep commanding voice. He pulled up his gym Shorts and put on a tanktop, extra slowly so Jack would watch and swaggered out of the room, throwing a last "Hope you don't sweat on my weights." at Jack.

Shaun's footsteps echoed in the room as he left. Jack just stood in place, wringing his fat hands together. He felt humiliated, he wanted to go home right then. He clenched his fist, realizing he made a decision to get in better shape, and he wouldn't let Shaun stop him. Well he could try and avoid Shaun at least. He peeled off his clothes and put on his xxl workout gear and headed to the treadmill, hoping Shaun didn't like cardio.

As he left the room and passed the reception desk, the jock threw him and murmured to himself. It sounded it a bit like "Poor guy." and "Collided with Shaun.". Jack brushed it off and walked towards the treadmills. He climbed onto one and started with the easiest stage, seeing from afar how big the weights looked, that Shaun lifted. Frustrated he cycled, not even noticing the strange glow in the eyes of the receptionist jock.

Finally, Jack got too tired to continue and decided to call it a day. Even though his shirt was a quick-dry material, it was soaked with his sweat. He saw the blonde jock wave at him before he headed into the lockerroom. Jack sheepishly waved back and went to go shower. Thankfully it was stalls and not an open shower. Still, he picked one towards the back as he stripped and got his soap out.

As he began soaping his less than impressive Body he didn't even notice, that the Soap wasn't it's normal lavender blue Color, but rather a bluish green with glitter all over it. He also didn't notice that it left the same glitter all over his Body, or that it sank into his Skin. The firt Thing that seemed odd to him was that his arm had a strange Tension   to it when he used the Soap on his hair. He took his dear time Standing there under the shower, using the delightful Feeling Soap and enjoying the warm water cascading down his Body.

His arm jiggled as he scrubbed his black hair. However, it started to jiggle less and less as he scrubbed away.  The roundness from being fat gave way to the roundness of muscle. The peak of his bicep pressed into his ear and fatty shoulder. The soap seemed to have an odd scent to it. It was not like the normal clean smelling soaps he was used to. It had a more manly aroma, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

Soon the biceps wasn't pressing into a fat shoulder anymore, but Jack's arm was rather pushed a Little back when his shoulders rounded and broadened, growing into some cannonball like structures. Just beneath his new muscular shoulders transformed his moobs. He felt them up as his saggy unsightly tits expanded and hardened, enjoying how the growing flesh felt under his grab. He wasn't even bothered by the feeling. It felt like that was the way it was supposed to be.

Two large pecs now adorned his chest where his moobs used to be. One of his fingers grazed a nipple and he let out a soft moan. His meager 4" cock pressed against his waning belly fat. He heard someone's footsteps enter the shower and he hoped he didn't hear him moan. Another shower squeaked on so Jack wanted to finish, but he didn't feel clean enough yet. He started soaping up his body, paying extra attention to his pecs.

But before that he wanted to clean his whole Body. He let the Soap slide down his belly and rubbed it, Feeling it grow harder, but at the same time it felt like the gut was sinking back into his Body. He continued rubbing his belly until he no longer felt the soft pudginess of a paunch, but rather the hard bumps of what felt like a strong, firm, cut eightpack. Meanwhile the Person in the other shower stall had started moaning too, though it was a lot more high pitched.

Jack's hand wrapped around his small cock, completely enclosing it in his palm, and gave it a tug. He moaned, sounding a little hoarse, but also finding that he didn't care if someone heard him. His other hand traced along the ridges of his abs and Apollo's belt. Both hands left the front of his body to rub his ass. What once was a flabby sac of fat now was a perky bubble butt that still had some fat, but was mostly muscle. He gave them a grope, liking how strong his hands felt on his ass.

As the water cascaded down his Body, the Magic Soap reached his legs. While Jack slowly rubbed along the unimpressive length of his dick with strong, big Hand, his legs jiggled and tensed, jiggled and tensed. The whole process repeated itself, until Jack was left with a pair of strong, brawny legs. They looked like two sinewy oak trees, built from years of Training. The water finally reached his feet, growing them, just like the rest of his Body. When they were finished, Jack's feet looked like a hobbit's, just without the hair. They were a solid size 20 and made a perfect base for his impressive 6'9" Body.

Jack could over the stalls just by standing. His hand still tugged at his cock, it growing with every pull. He could see only one other shower was on and tugged harder, moaning a little deeper. A higher pitched moan seemed to echo in response. Jack smirked cockily for once in his life. He turned off his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, his cock sticking out from it. His feet slapped against the wet tiles as he made his way to the other shower. Keeping that cocky smirk, he pulled at the curtain.

In it was a small, almost feminine black Boy, looking no older than 18. He turned around in shock and revealed that he had been rubbing an unimpressive pencil thin 3 incher. Jack looked past his impressive built pecs and into the face of the Boy. Though he had a far less angular face and lacked the stubble and rough handsomeness, this face clearly was Shaun's. With a look of lust and admiration the lithe Boy looked up into Jack's handsome visage and dropped to his knees.

Jack's smirk only widened as the slapped Shaun's cheeks with  his 11" cock. The cocky smirk looked natural on Jack's angular face. It wasn't rough like Shaun's was, but more model-like. A look of pleasure passed over those gorgeous features once Shaun took Jack's cock into his mouth and began sucking like a pro.

Shaun licked along the whole length of the Long shaft, fondling Jack's cum-heavy bull nuts with his delicate Hands, only having Jack moan even louder. The new hunk forced Shaun's boyish face further down his dick with a dinner plate sized Hand. Jack knew full well that Shaun probably had never sucked a cock before, but his throat was seemingly bottomless. Shaun was so skilled that it didn't take Jack Long to shoot his first load, though it wouldn't be his last.

Once he finished cumming, he pushed Shaun off his dick, patted his head, and went to his locker to get dressed. He slipped on some pants and  black shirt that showed off his pecs. Running a hand through the hair, he bounced them in a mirror before leaving. The blonde jock was waiting for him at the reception desk. "How was your workout?" He asked.