All In The Fine Print

All in the Fine Print

Chester and his nephew Donald, or Dom as he preferred to be called, drove through the nice expensive neighborhood of their town. Chester, who had made a lot of money with his job as researcher in a big chemical facility, had been searching for a new house for a while. His old one had become a little small after Dom, who worked as personal trainer in a nearby gym, had broken up with his girlfriend and moved in with his uncle.

Chester had found a real estate agent who was well known for selling exquisite property, though not much was known despite not much being known about him. As the two drove through to the mysterious man’s office in Chester’s vintage cabrio, they once again talked about their favorite topic, Dom’s bed stories. Chester, being the 60 year old man he was, actually enjoyed hearing Dom go on about how he banged nearly every girl he laid eye on, which looking back might be the reason his girlfriend threw him out.

It wasn’t long before Chester pulled the car over in front of a serious looking office building. They entered the real estate agent’s office and found him putting the finishing touches to the contract. “Ah Mr. Banton, I’ve been waiting for you. I just finished the papers for the mansion on the hell you had requested. Just to be sure I also included the exchange of the bedroom closets and the remodeling of the garden into the contract.” “Excellent, … Luke, was it?”, Chester replied followed by a nod from Luke, leaving Dom a little puzzled why his uncle addressed the man with his first name.

“Are you sure you wish to make the adjustments mentioned in the contract, Mr. Banton?”, Luke asked. Now it was Chester’s turn to be puzzled “Of course, yes I do.”, the rich man replied. “Your wish is my command.”, the real estate agent grinned and added, “Now I just need your signature here. And of course your nephew’s too.” Both of the men nodded. Luke had been really insisting on Dom signing too, since he would live in the mansion too. Neither one of the men noticed the ink shortly sporing a golden gleam as they shook hands with Luke or the wicked grin on the real estate agent’s face as they left.

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Eager to see their new home, Chester quickly talked Dom into driving there, though he had so much energy, he could run their. They climbed into the car and drove off. Soon they passed by a shoe store. All of a sudden a question popped up in Chester’s mind. He had been planning to gift Dom shoes for his birthday in a few weeks, but didn’t know his size. Trying to sound as unsuspicious as possible he asked his nephew: “Hey Dom, your shoes look awfully big. What shoe size do you have again?”

The personal trainer wanted to immediately tell his uncle, he had gigantic size 16 feet, since he knew what his uncle had planned to get him for birthday, but instead he said: “I only have sight 8, unlike you with your boat feet, Uncle Chester.” It felt weird for him to say that, but comparing his own small feet to his uncle’s it was definitely true. Dom had found one of his uncle’s shoes in the hallway once and a quick look at the label had confirmed that the 60 year-old really had size 17 feet, despite his meek stature. Though Dom found that Chester looked a bit beefier than usual. Had he been working out?

As it turned out the mansion was on top of a hill and the way from the estate agent’s office included a steep street, not that Chester’s car had any struggle with it. Actually it was quite the opposite. He accelerate so much that Dom was pressed back in his seat, only just noticing that his head didn’t sit quite as much above the end of the car seat as usual or that the higher they drove up the hill, the further down he slid at the leather seat, until his head was barely at the bottom of the headrest.

What he did notice though was that he had to crane his neck upwards to look at his uncle’s face. The old man was really a behemoth. “How tall are you again, Uncle Chester?” The older man had to wrinkled his forehead as he tried to remember. “Something like 7 feet, maybe a little more?”, he answered, clearly not sure of his exact height himself. Dom just gulped. His uncle was a tower, especially compared to the 5′8″ figure of his nephew. And even though Dom was still more muscular, probably because he was younger, the older man had an impressive body for his age.

It seemed like they had been driving far to fast, since a police car pulled them over not much later. Chester didn’t seem to worry much and why would he. He had a ton of money and could probably pay any fine they imposed on him. Dom on the other hand wasn’t nearly as confident, throwing nervous glances over to  his uncle.

The officer ordered Chester to lower his window by gesture. “You have been driving nearly 20 mph too fast back there. Do you have anything to justify yourself?”, the policeman asked. “Sorry officer, but I just bought this car and can’t really assess it’s velocity. My doctor also said I have this thing called shaky feet and that’s a little hindering while driving.”, Chester justified himself. The cop just rolled his eyes. “Your driver’s license please.” Obediently Chester gave him the document. “So you’re 15, is that right?”, the man asked and Chester almost wanted to correct him, but neither Chester nor Don found themselves able to. “Yeah that’s right.”, Chester’s, or as he preferred to be called, Chez’ booming bass broke the silence, while the policeman noted the young millionaire’s particulars.

“I’ll turn a blind eye this time, Chez, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine. By the way, are you still in for Maria’s birthday present?”, the cop asked. “The threeway? Sure thing, bro, but seriously can’t you get your wife other presents than this?”, Chez responded, giving his hefty bulge an effective grab, resulting in the young cop rolling his eyes, “Anyway, see you later in the gym, bro.” And with that words, Chez closed the window and started the car again.

When they were nearly at their destination, Chez finally finished his overly long and graphic story about the night before. “Well long story short, girls just can’t resist this face. I’m sure you were like that when you were younger too, Uncle Donald.” The elderly Donald just smirked. In his younger days Donald had been quite the player, despite his relatively small height. He had been quite well in shape, though not as incredibly muscular as his nephew. But that was to be expected, after all Chez had made a fortune with his own line of gyms, for which he was the poster boy.

Finally they drove up the driveway of the new mansion. The house really was huge and the garden surrounding it was too. Just when Chez pulled the car over in front of the front door, he turned over to his uncle. “I think you have a crumb in your beard. Let me remove it.”, he said and reached over to remove said object from Donald’s beard. Only that he didn’t only pull out the crumb, but pulled the whole beard off his uncle’s face with it.

The two of them couldn’t even comprehend what happened when the beard sunk into Chez’ hand and pushed out of the gym owner’s lantern jaw, forming a dense forest of black hair pushed out of his lantern jaw and coating it in a perfect designer stubble.

Just when the strange event ended, not that either of the two men remembered it, Chez’ girlfriend pushed the front doors open. Immediately the hunky jock left the car and ran towards her. “I missed you so much, baby. The house is amazing, thanks for selling it to me.”, Chez said. “No problem, baby. And sorry I couldn’t lower the price any more.”, Lucy, his girlfriend replied. “No problem, after all you made up for it that night.”

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Several days later, Lucy laid on the terrace and watched Chez swim through the mansion’s large pool. The large muscles of his back and powerful are arms bulged extremely as he did in the large swimming pool. She smiled wickedly at how well her plan, making the older man sign a contract to get him the manliness of his nephew, had worked out. The former Dom, now Donald, still lived with them, but the many rooms of the house allowed them to still have sex whenever they wanted.

The imposing figure of the muscular jock escaped the water and as he climbed the stairs up to her, the bulge in his tight speedo bouncing seductively. As he stood before her, Lucy pulled out the still wet, monstrous tool from it’s constricting prison and started massaging it. A deep moan escaped the gym owner’s lips as he easily lowered the girl and himself down onto another lounger that would probably break from their passionate and intense love making.

Just before he pushed his humongous cock into her awaiting pussy, the estate agent whispered into Chester’ ear: “You and your uncle should really start reading the fine print.” Then he finally pushed in and her body exploded with bliss.

Hey there! There is that one guy in my in computer class who thinks he's better than me and he has gained over the summer time. Can you do something about it?

Of course I can’t let a loyal reader of mine have complexes because of some random guy, can I. So what to do with you? I think I have just the right thing to help you. You see that boxer shorts there? I have cast a little spell on them and then left them in a power gym for a while. I don’t think any of the guys will miss what the briefs absorbed.

It should take some time for the briefs to do their magic to you. Though there’s something I should tell you. As long as the magic is preparing is you should not take the boxer briefs off, it may have some unexpected side effects. But I bet you don’t really want to take them off, do you? That warm pleasant feel spreading from your crotch all through your body is something you don’t wanna miss.

Over the course of the next days you may find yourself embracing the feeling more and more. An with it you develop more and more confidence. Normally you’d walk around quite timidly but now you strut around with a cocky swagger. I’m sure your nemesis has noticed it too.

Additionally you seem to be growing in height, am I right? You seem to be pushing 6′4″, judging from how the quarterback has to look up to you. And have you been working out or is it just the briefs? You are so beefy I can almost hear the envy of every guy working out in the gym. You should try out for the football team. Oh, you already did? And you were offered linebacker? Good for you.

Seems like the only thing growing  faster than your body is your beard. You have only shaved an hour ago? With that much stubble I would have thought it’s been three days. You must sweat testosterone, which means the brief’s are drained of their magic. I think you can take them off now. Easy there big guy, not so fast, you could poke an eye out with that thing. 

Seems like the briefs gave you a little boost down there too. But judging from that rumbling dumb chuckle I hear from you, they didn’t do your brain a favor. Well I guess I can gift the IQ-charged briefs to another dumb gym bunny then. What am I talking about? Oh nothing big guy. 

How about you go next door and give that newly moved in woman a welcome gift. Yeah that one, you dumb lug *tugs your dick*. I guess you’ll have no trouble with that arrogant guy now, just be sure to switch to sports education, ‘kay? 

Any chance you could help me get upper hand on my bully at school please. He’s a big dude and it’s getting harder and harder to avoid him, he’s basically seeking me out to torment.

Ah bullying is a crappy way of experiencing school. I know that first hand, since I myself was target of it, but those jerks learned the hard way not to mess with a transformacist like myself. I won’t go into detail, but I really enjoyed how Tom cupped my bulge. I should really tell you that story some day.

But for now we’ll focus on your problem. What to do with an asshole like your bully. We could of course make him into an item of clothing, like a jockstrap or a shirt for you. But that’s a little too easy on him and I’m not that good with inanimate transformations. Same goes for animal transformations, though I could picture him as a rather cute dog. But I guess the most effective way of teaching him a lesson is the simplest one.

I’ll give you this little app. It only works once and only while you’re in school, but be sure you’re alone with your bully when you use it, otherwise it could lead to some rather unpleasant results.

You should lure him into an empty hallway and when he’s about to hit you again, hit the button. You will feel all of your bullies power being sapped away  and poured into your own rather unimpressive body. Though the unimpressive part won’t be true for much longer. As your bully’s body shrinks in size and his bones crack as they compress, you can feel yourself inching taller and taller, until he only sees the bottom of your widening pigeon chest.

While his muscles fade away, yours begin to balloon into all directions. Your arms swell into huge guns. Man, you could probably crush a coconut on your biceps if you wanted, but if you ever do I want to see it. Your shoulders widen, so you’ll probably push a lot of people to the side when you strut through the hallways, like the alpha you’re becoming. And now for my favorite part your chest and sixpack. Your formally flat pectorals push so far out in front of you now, that they cast a shadow over your washboard abs and of course the cowering figure of your former bully.

Oh, did I forget to mention that the app also transferred all of your bully’s dominance over to you? That’s why you’re feeling like a god now. I took the freedom of covering your lower part with a towel, since you don’t want to cause a drama at school, do you? I might also have blown up your former bullies ass a bit, just for your pleasure.

Just wait till you’re home till you explore the awesomeness that lies beneath that towel and how much your former bully longs to have his hole filled by you. Let’s just say you’ll have a hard time avoiding fucking his ass.

Hi man, in between the transformation asks, I have a more personal question: Which of the asks, stories and RPs you have done are your favorites?

Since it’s incredibly hard to pinpoint a particular favorite I’ll give three. Even that’s hard though, since I generally enjoy every story, request and RP I write. Also I think it’s hard to rank your own work. I guess the picture you find makes up a lot of the hotness too.

Let’s start with asks: Last year I did the TF Touristics series, as some of you might know and had the pleasure to produce some transformations I really liked. But probably my favorite ones were the Scandinavia and Greece ones. Also I really liked the birthday ask I answered some days ago, since I had the opportunity to explore something new.

Next up my own stories: I’ll have to stick with reality changes there (because there are so few on my blog *cough**cough*). My favorites would be Chess Team Captain (simply because of the pic), Chronivac - The Game (I liked how the Chronivac usage turned out) and Asian Sized (I just love myself a good stereotype reversal).

Last but not least are RPs. Those are a bit more complicated, since it all depends on the mood the both writers are in and well the synergy works that day. It actually took me a bit longer to narrow it down to three. The Wishing Orb, between me and @absqrst had a nice flow and we  managed to work well with the pic. Getting in Shape, between me and @amalianetwork, was also fun, not to forget that nice bounce. Plus it turned out a little different from how I expected. For the last one I’ll have to cheat a bit, since it actually includes a couple of RPs. But it would not be fair to choose one of those amazing products. I’m talking about the Gypsy’s Curse stories (applause to @amalianetwork for that amazing idea)

Of course that doesn’t mean I didn’t like the other ones. Actually I liked them a lot. If you have other opinions, feel free to tell me what you liked best. Just write below this post, I appreciate whatever you write :)

I have got to say that I am so happy you were born! As an inspiration, a visionary, and one of my most favorite authors I hope your birthday goes amazingly! Thank you for being so great 😊

I'm honestly blushing crimson red right here :D Thanks a lot.

Hey, I’m a freshmen in college and am trying to get into some clubs so I can improve my social life. I’m a huge fan of basketball and used to play all the time, but I can’t get anywhere near the court because it’s dominated by tall huge black guys. I’m a short Asian guy studying mathematics and wish I could fit in, if only so I can do a sport I love.

I have waited for quite some time for an opportunity like this. A friend of mine had given me this coin a long time ago and after a few analysis spells I finally found out what it could do. It would be ideal for your situation, but there are some side effects. You should only flip this coin if you’re prepared to lose what makes you yourself. Don’t rush this … And he flipped the coin. Ouch, what a blinding light…

As you find your vision refocused you notice that the strange little man who had been there only seconds before was gone. You walk forward as you try to remember what you were just doing, when *BAM* you hit your head on a doorframe. “Wasn’t I supposed to be short?”, you think, but then you chuckle. It’s ridiculous to think you’d be short, Asians don’t get any shorter than 6 feet and you’re well above that number, by about a foot that is.

The familiar sound of you hitting your head has immediately brought your roommate to the scene. The small black guy is called Jamal and approaches you. But Jamal is supposed to be the captain of the basketball team. You find yourself chuckling again as this thought crosses your mind. Black guys are just made to be short, no way a barely 5′6″ like him could be on the all Asian basketball team, let alone the captain. After all that’s your position.

“Come on big guy, let me help you to feel better.”, Jamal says and drops to his knees. He slowly caresses your deeply cut, legendary eightpack abs and traces your Apollo’s belt and finally pulls down your pants. He lets out a surprised sound as your giant tool slaps him across the face and looks at it with curious eyes. Like he had not sucked it hundreds of times before. Okay, since when do I have this bulging muscles and gargantuan cock? And since when does Jamal suck my cock? You break into genuine laughter this time. Not only are you an athlete, which gives you a nice physique, but you also inherited the Asian’s disposition towards building muscle like a balloon. And with that comes the near elephantine tool, which the little black guys have enjoyed sucking on, ever since you turned 16.

As you shoot your load down Jamal’s throat and he begins to lick your cock clean, you make your schedule for the day. First you’d give Jamal a good fuck, then you’d have the little math student next door give you some tutoring before fucking him too. then you have basketball practice with your fellow Asian bros and to finish the day you’ll probably take some cheerleaders back to your room and fuck them while watching Netflix. You’ll just have to have Jamal prepare it for you, otherwise it can be hard for a dumb lug like you, but it’s not your fault. All Asians are like that.