Hello! Can I Have A Trip To Spain? My Mother Is From This Country And I Always Dreamt To Be Like A Spanish

Hello! Can I have a trip to Spain? My mother is from this country and I always dreamt to be like a Spanish man. Muscular, hairy, manly and hung like a bull. Could you make my dream come trie?

Your dream shall come true, sir. If you can afford it, and from your looks i am sure you’ll be, we will send you to your mother’s homeland. Your accommodation will be a little off center in Madrid, but I guess that won’t be a problem. 

When you come to the hotel room you can’t help but yawn. The flight was long and the preparations took like forever. An thanks to being squeezed between a mother with a crying child and a fat guy, you haven’t been able to get any sleep on the plane either. By now you are barely able to hold your eyes open, seems like it wasn’t a good idea to go partying with your friends yesterday

It’s not like you got any action though. The guys always go for your friends, unlike you they are masculine men through and through. Their thick beards and strong muscles are enough to seduce anyone they like and you standing next to them makes their bodies look even more impressive. After all you are almost the complete opposite. Though your Spanish heritage has given you a nice tan and a decent stubble, your body isn’t exactly impressive. As you pull off your clothes to put on your pajama you grimace at the sight of your rail thin arms and legs and pigeon chest, sitting above a slight gut. Not wanting to thick about it further you pull the pants over your bony ass and pencil thin three incher and fall asleep.

The sun is setting when you wake up again, since you fell asleep in the morning. “Guess my siesta went a bit out of hand.”, you say in a deep gruff voice, not even noticing that you spoke fluent Spanish. You throw the blanket off your body and stare at the mountain of flesh rising from your crotch area. “Guess I have to take of business.”, you sigh and start jacking your fat monster dick. It takes you almost half an hour to finally release a monstrous load.

You stuff your tool into an almost too tight jockstrap and step in front of your wardrobe. As you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and suddenly your jockstrap bursts. The sight of your own hunky body has gotten you hard again. But who wouldn’t? 

The perfect symmetry of your 6′7″ frame alone is enough. But your body is also incredibly muscular. Your arms looked like someone had implanted baseballs under your skin and a short flex confirmed that they held immense power. Your shoulders were extremely wide and round, connecting to thick traps. Your pecs were just perfectly round mounds of muscle, overshadowing a shredded cobblestone road of abs. The base of your enormous body made up a pair of tree trunk-like legs and clown feet.

Tearing your gaze away from the incredible display of manliness you get dressed for a night out. You pick out a stylish grey T-shirt and black jeans and head over to the bathroom. Carefully you style your jet-black hair into a mohawk and trim your dense beard. A last look in the mirror confirmed you were finished. Though you almost looked a little to agressive with your trademark thick deep hanging eyebrows hanging over the deep brown eyes.

Finally you leave your flat, scratching your the just right amount of body hair on your pecs, before heading off for a night out in Madrid, hoping to get a some nice twink ass to plow. Though that won’t be a problem, I mean just look at you.

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

All Of Them

“Scientists all around the world still haven’t found a reason why every black male on the planet is suddenly experiencing a drastic decrease in muscle and penis size. It is unknown if this has something to do with the simultaneous increase of overall size, that male persons with Asian inheritance all over the world have been experiencing. Despite having not yet found a cause for this change scientists have started calling this phenomenon ‘The Great Reversal’. My name is Jeonyin Harper and this is CNN News.”, finished the now hulking anchorman, his suit painfully tight against his giant frame.

Sighing I turned the TV off, the report having only confirmed what I already guessed. After a last few tugs I packed my dick back into my underwear, pleased with the obvious bulge it made. I walked upstairs and entered the bathroom, passing the pictures of my family in the hallway. While my mother was Asian, meaning her entire side of the family now had hulking males, while his father was a white businessman, owning his own successful company, explaining their huge mansion.

Entering the bathroom I stood in front of the mirror, and decided to snap a few selfies, fixing how the cap, which had set all of this in motion on my head. “Yeah, Instagram is gonna love this.”, I said and posted it right away. In the last days my Instagram had undergone a dramatic change. No more nerdy anime pics ans pseudo-poetic stuff, but instead it was now filled with pics of my incredibly built body and the sizable bulge in my underpants.

Originally I had wanted to buy a cap to cover up my bad greasy hair and look a little cooler, but that was a wasted hope. Standing almost a head lower than everyone else and being quite chubby made me look just as cool as my shoulder long unruly straight black hair. I went to the mall with my three best friends Chad, Bob and DeShawn. DeShawn was a basketball player, who was at least half a foot taller than the rest of us and really built. People would always wonder why he hung out with us, but before puberty he had been a nerd like us and we still were friends. Bob was always pretty average. Like me he came from a wealthy family, but otherwise he didn’t really stand out with his blond locks and average height. And then there was Chad. He was by far my best friend, maybe because he was Asian like me or because we grew up together. Though he wasn’t exactly handsome either, his body frail and short, combined with a too big nose made him look weird. Oh, and he is gay, having come out last year, though he hadn’t put a move on any of us. 

So we walked through the mall and suddenly Bob noticed a shop. It was very narrow and everybody was passing by without giving it a second look, but we walked right into it. There was no sign indicating the name, but it was just what we were looking for. Clothes covered every free inch of the shop. I walked straight towards the caps and took one out. You may have guessed, but it was that plain black I wear in the pictures. I asked the shop’s owner how much it would cost and a little bit of haggling later I handed him 5 dollars. before he handed it over again he looked me in the eye and whispered: “It may change all of you.” I gave him a quizzical look and turned to leave, putting on the cap on my way. When it hit my head the shop owner made a strange gesture and a blinding light engulfed me. 

Suddenly I felt heavier and taller and a look over to my friends surprised me even more. The formerly towering DeShawn had suddenly dropped over a foo in height and lost all his hard earned muscle, whereas Chad had gotten everything DeShawn had lost. He was now a breathing block of muscle, towering over the newly black twink. Bob was totally freaked out by the change and looked totally helpless, while the transformed ones themselves were totally panicked. Than they turned at me. “Man you are huge. Even bigger than me.”, Chad said with admiration and than I noticed my body.  Whereas Chad or the Pre-Change-DeShawn had been big, I was enormous. Another 4″ taller than Chad and far wider. 

So after a some back and forth everyone accepted the changes and it turned out DeShawn was gay. Of course Chad took the opportunity and made him his boyfriend. I myself went over to the head cheerleaders house and spent the remaining afternoon fucking her brains out. Though it only started with her. The rest of the cheerleaders and some of the black football and basketball players didn’t escape my by now legendary horse dick either. I might have to go to some sorority houses with some of the Asian guys form the chess team to get some new fucks. The girls really like to lick the hard deeply cut sixpack I call my own and the rockhard full round pecs above it. Or hang from the strong humongous biceps I have, losing themselves in my deep darkbrown almond eyes and tracing my lantern jaw with their manicured nails, feeling the dense stubble underneath.

But the girls really like one thing the most: Squeezing my muscular glutes while they take every inch of my 12″ cock down their throats. I can only conclude the cap really made me popular, especially with the girls, seeing how it made me go from virgin to sex beast in a matter of hours.

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. 

Think Touristics could hook me up with a trip to Turkey? The rich history, the exotic cuisine, the buff, hairy, masculine men... it's all so attractive.

I’m sure you will enjoy the trip have in mind for you. Right after landing I would recommend visiting a traditional Turkish wrestling match, they are always spectacular. Of course the tickets are included in your hotel price, after all I kind of urged you to go there. Just be sure to let us know if you enjoyed it. 

At first you were pretty reluctant to go to the wrestling match, but upon seeing the men that would be fighting, you couldn’t wait to see it. The two participants were the most attractive men you had yet seen in flesh. Sure you had watched videos of this kind of hairy ubermasculine dudes on the internet. You tried hiding your raging hard-on as you think about the two contestants jerking off what must be mammoth cocks.

Though the sight of the two ringing fighting men doesn’t make it easier for you. Watching the two oiled up men headlocking each other is almost as good as porn for you. You don’t even mind as some of the oil spills on you and stains your t-shirt. Though far two soon after this the fight is over and you have to get out. You walk in the direction of the hotel you have a room in, though when you reach the building it is an apartment tower. You don’t even notice as you walk up the stairs and open the door with a key you don’t remember having in your pocket up to now.

You enter the flat and are taken aback by the earthy musky stench that hangs in the air. You pat your generous bulge and remember all the loads you knocked out, that are responsible for the manly smell. Smiling, you remember one of your one-night stands said that if someone were to use a blacklight in your room, it would look like a Pollock painting.

You take off your shirt, to look at the stain and are surprised by another wave of musk. You hadn’t thought that such aroma would build up under your shirt after only such a short time, but that is no surprise when you look at the sheer mass of body hair you are proud to call your own. Not to forget the dense thick beard and the gelled cowlick you possess. 

You pack your shirt into the washing machine and look down at your body. You grimace as you notice that the oil had gone through the textile and matted your furry chest, so you decide to take a shower. On your way to the bathroom though, you have to duck through the doorway, otherwise your 6′5″ height would make it hard to pass through.

You finally look at the bathtub, that sided as a shower and think about taking a bath, but then you remember that you just don’t fit. Of course you are too tall to fit into your tub, but the main problem is that you’re too wide. Your shoulders are so broad, that you just can’t sink right into the water and that also makes it impossible for you to dip in your heavy furry pecs. The mounds of mass would hardly touch the water, though your hairy sixpack would get wet. For a second you honestly think about just washing the t-shirt on your abs, but decide it would be too weird.

After the shower yo grab your phone and search for the number of that one guy you had a few dates (mainly fuck dates)  with. He was working at a travel agency and currently looking for new attractions. He picks up and you intone with your sexy deep baritone: “I think the wrestling matches are good attractions. Wanna see what they do there?” And of course the little guy gave in.