Hi! Big Fan Of Your Stories. Would You Consider Flipping The Script And Writing About A A Beefy Stud

Hi! Big fan of your stories. Would you consider flipping the script and writing about a a beefy stud being shrunken down by his fuck buddy who bottoms and happened to lace his hole with some special lube or something which shrinks his beefy top buddy down as small as a butt plug (or maybe even into a butt plug)for the bottom to use as he pleases? I have this visual of the bottom’s hole looking tight to the cocky top and then appearing large and gaping when he’s tiny and right beneath it

Love this scenario. Kind of wish @worldofsize would use it for inspiration for a montage--but while it’s in my head, maybe I’ll work on it!

I mean it was only a “curse” in the technical sense--something I magicked up to tweak the laws of nature a little and put a little twist in Harry’s life. He was a big sturdy rugby player, so I figured I’d be helping him out.

My little incantation swapped his horniness for hunger and then amped it up through the roof. Harry’s brain and his balls were now totally rewired. Wolfing down burgers, cramming caramel covered popcorn into his mouth, washing it down with thick milkshakes, all made his dick lick like a faucet. Every night after rugby practice he’d sit down, promising himself he wouldn’t do it again, but then he’d just try to scratch the itch, just a little--just one chocolate bar--and he’d find himself naked on the floor writhing in a sheet cake he’d full-body tackled before shoveling it into his mouth by the fistful. After one of those fits I happened to stop by and find him on the floor, driven wild by these sensations but unable to fully cum.

Lucky for my boy I showed up with a family-size pack of hot-dogs and fed them to him two at a time. The last one I dangled above his anxious, desperate mouth, teasing him him for minutes until I finally let him swallow it--and his steel-pipe dick exploded all over the two of us. (I made him eat that too.) I just left him there in his mess. He probably tearfully, shamefully cleaned it all up, took a cold shower, and promised himself he’d never do that again before sobbing himself to sleep.

The pounds are just packing on Harry’s body. That’s part of the spell, too: where a normal man would get flabby and soft, Harry’s only going to get thicker and more dense the more he eats. Watching him stretch before his match, I’d estimate he’s twice the size he was when this all started, and I had no intentions of letting it stop anytime soon. I wanted to see him blow up so much he could barely move on the field, swell him into my own personal meat mule built only for feeding, fucking and cumming.

Honestly, he should be thanking me instead of tearfully asking me why I did this to him (easy answer, big fella: being pleasantly shaped but failing to like me back is enough to earn this). I’m bringing his body and his pleasure thresholds to new heights. I couldn’t wait to see how far I could take him.

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Nobody saw me swap the spray tanner out for my own little concoction, but they sure saw the effects: on stage, Victor’s shiny mass seemed to get an extra pump, seeming to expand under the heat of the lights. Victor was all too aware of the boost in mass, and even though he didn’t understand the source he had no intentions of being shy with the extra size, newly added inches flexing in crowd-pleasing bulges. The size should’ve weighed him down but he felt even lighter somehow, like he could leap three feet off the ground if he wanted to. Even his lips felt more full and supple, his mouth swollen into a big flirty pucker, but he just went with it, and the crowd loved it.

It was the swelling in his dick that finally distracted him enough to think something was wrong, then the stiffness that spread across his limbs. Victor had just shifted into relaxed pose when the formula hit its final stages: his eyes froze into a thousand-yard stare, mouth surprised into an O, then his whole body froze in place--and then slowly toppled backward where it bounced around the stage like a rubber toy.

Victor was still conscious in there, still alive (and yes, it WOULD wear off eventually), but he’d been transformed wholly into a living blow-up doll, one that would feel massively magnified pleasure with every touch. Standing backstage, watching Victor lying back, his perfectly bloated form rubbery and helpless, I knew my formula was going to put Real Dolls out of business.

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BrandedX2: “Big Guys Taken Down a Notch”

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I’ve been a bad content-producer. Crashed my car, phone went defunct twice (manufacturer error, job for the Apple store) and I’ve been in a low, low depression. For those waiting on commissions: they’re coming, I promise! For those casually viewing this tumblr: new updates are coming this Wednesday and will be back on track (every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday). For those waiting for another video: it’s coming, guys.

He didn’t believe I could make good on what I’d offered until he heard the sound of rubber stretching as mass poured onto his frame. His eyes got wide as he saw himself in the mirror, already huge muscles expanding like rising bread.

“Holy shit… You fucking serious?” he said, bringing two titanic arms up into a double biceps pose, pausing to fully acknowledge their new girth. “How is this even fucking possible?” he asked.

“Do you care?” I snapped as I walked a semi-circle around him, admiring my work. “One snap of my fingers and you’ll double in size. Sound good?”

He bounced two big mounds of pec beneath his cut-off. “Fuck, dude, what’s the catch?”

Walking up beside him I ran the palm of my hand up his lats, my fingers resting in his deep muscle-pits. I could see him struggling to resist the tickle. “Who said anything about catch? You wanna be the biggest dude in this state or what?”

He looked down on his widened frame and quietly moaned, “Yes, please…”

Then the real change happened. Shoulders and traps swelled, swallowing his head. Arms blew up on lats getting wider by the second. He had to adjust his stance to adjust the doubled diameter of his broadening thighs. “Fuck,” he said. Even the muscles in his face had grown, squeezing his mouth into a grimace. “I’m fucking… huge…” he said through clenched teeth. “Wonder how much I weigh?”

There, of course, was the catch, but I wasn’t about to ruin the surprise for him just yet.

“There’s a scale behind us,” I said. “Go check it out.”

It took him a full minute just to get his blimp-sized body turned around. It took even longer to get any momentum going. His new legs were so engorged with muscle he could only move a few inches at a time. “Shit… fuck... “ he said, his fingers wiggling in frustration (the only movement he could really manage).

He started building up speed about halfway across the room (long minutes later, of course). Then he took a step and suddenly lifted off the floor, floating a few feet before touching down like he’d walked on the moon. “What was that?” he said. He took another step and went even further, drifting a few inches above the ground before gently touching down again. “What’s goin’ on?” he said as the last of his new mass settled into place. He was nearly spherical now, solid bulging muscle, arms and legs out straight. Movement for the poor guy was now impossible--but that wasn’t the last change to be had. He gasped loudly as his feet suddenly lifted from the ground.

He strained to touch his toes to the floor again but they got further away. I had to surpress the urge to laugh at his expression as gentle air currents caused him to tilt, slowly rotating him until he was upside.

“If you’re curious,” I taunted, squatting down so I could be face to face with him, “you’re practically weightless, and soon to be less than that. All that mass? Full of helium. You’re now a big old muscle balloon. I collect them, you see.” Out of my gym bag I pulled out a heavy metal ball attached by chain to a collar I fit around his neck. “Can’t having you float away on me now. You’re going to love it in my garden. You’ll be my eighth bodybuilder balloon. All swaying in the wind, whimpering and moaning. Hopefully those nasty raccoons don’t get back in again with those sharp claws.”

His eyes darted around wildly and I couldn’t resist so I kissed him, knowing he couldn’t do anything but accept it. “Just like Spider-man, hunh?” I said, giving his over-muscled cheeks a gentle pat.

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