Feeling Big

Feeling Big

My encounter with the trickster didn’t go as planned. I told her that I wanted to be as big as Jerome, not that I wanted to become him. I felt so bad for my cousin. He cried a lot when he realized that he was now trapped in my small body. My intention was to aid him, so we agree to meet in order to determine our next steps. We are going to track down the trickster and beg her to reverse what she had done. My cousin was guiding me through his plan, but I couldn’t pat attention to any of his words. How could I focus when I have some big biceps and a body to die for? I could see that Jerome become extremely frustrated when I grab some bands and start doing some bicep curls. All of this felt amazing, maybe my encounter with the trickster went as it should.

My father is a scientist of sorts working for a large company but hasn’t spoke much about anything about what company it is or what he’s doing.  One day he suddenly called me and too meet up with him at the airport with a rushed and gleeful voice only it sounded different for some reason. When I arrived I kept looking left and right for my father with no luck, then I saw this huge man with proportions only found in my fantasies. I may have stared too much as he suddenly locked eyes with me then stood up.  He smiled at me then gave me a flex before walking towards me. I felt small as he stood in front of me. How could someone ever get this big and tall. -So you like what you see? He asked *Yes sir very much -Well glad to know son as he gave me a big hug I couldn’t believe it this behemoth of a man was my father! I asked question after question on how this happened but he put a meaty finger on my mouth and hushed me. He gave me a passport and grabbed my hand. I’ll tell you all about it when we’re alone.

He grabbed my hair and forced me to stare at him. I barely can keep my eyes open as he checked on me, searching for any trace of masculinity he can still seep out from my body

The former nerd let my hair go and leave my body as if I'm a rag he just finished using as he said,

"Hmmm, nothing's left in you. Guess I overestimated how much I could gain from you. But I still want more so maybe I should text your frat bros to come here and see what I can get from them," and as he said that, the silver ring with skull ornaments in his finger shines a little too bright, or maybe it's just a trick from the sunlight

Practicing magic can bring about unexpected results. I tried casting an enhancement spell last night and thought I did everything right. The problem was I the crystals I used instead of hanging above me was on its side and pointed elsewhere. In the morning I jumped out of bed expecting the changes but nothing . . . . 

Saddened that my spell didn’t work I just went to the bathroom and bumped into something. In front of me it was my brother but bigger, taller and very muscular. He was telling me how he just became like this when he woke up, as we were talking we heard a loud thud and went to where it came from. 

We were in front of our dads room and knocked then suddenly the door came of its hinges and we saw our dad almost filling the room and was needing help. I told them about what I did and was apologizing going to reverse it. But a few seconds I saw my brother and dad looking at each other and told me to hold off on doing it with a smile on their faces.

Tyler Cooke

Wish Granted: Eyecandy

written by tfanonymous90

Tess was annoyed. Her boyfriend just broke up with her and she was furious. As she looked out the window, she wished that she could have a hot new guy to show look at. She then went into the shower, not knowing the genie appeared outside her window, and found Tess’s sister downstairs. Julie felt a strange heat coming from her body. Suddenly, Julie’s feet began to breakthrough her shoes, as they grew and expanded. Julie looked down to see her feet getting longer and wider. Her shoes destroyed, as her feet looked hairy and manly. Her body was on fire, as her legs followed getting longer and swelling with muscle. Julie grunted, as her pants began to rip. Her calves and thighs thickened, as hairs sprouted up her larger legs. Her torso began to crack, as it began to swell with muscle. Her arms began to lengthen, as her biceps and forearms began to pulsate and bulge. Julie’s eyes widened, as she watched her hands get larger and thicken. They began to get rougher and manlier, as her hair began to recede into his head. His shirt began to rip from his swelling torso. His back and shoulders widened and broadened, as his shirt began to rip apart. His breasts were engulfed by his swelling muscle, as dark hairs began to sprout and fan out on his chest. His stomach hardened, as he felt a kick in his crotch. A giant bulge began to form between his massive legs. He used his giant hand to feel his new manhood, as he let out a deep grunt. His neck thickened, as his face began to age and change. His jawline squared, as stubble thickened on his face. His features broadened, as his hair finished receding. Brady let out another deep grunt, as his shredded clothes vanished. Shirts appeared on his muscular frame, as his changes stopped. Brady looked in the mirror at his massive body. He was 6’3 and looked down at his giant hands and size 14 feet. He was so big and strong. He began to think about the landscaping in the yard he walked into. He began to see various equipment scattered throughout the yard, as he remembered he needed to do this house next. Tess looked outside the window to see a muscular man doing his work. She had no idea where this man came from, but after she was just dumped she didn’t mind watching the show from her bedroom.

Short Story: Mismatched

What the fuck dude! I stare dumbfounded at Rich as lifts his hoodie revealing a cut six-pack and huge meaty pecs. “What?” he replies as he rubs his meaty hands down his tanned torso, feeling the light dusting of hair underneath his calloused hands.

“Look at your legs dude!” I exclaim. He pulls up the legs of his gym shorts revealing a massive set of quads, covered in a web of veins pulsing just beneath the skin. “Ohh shit,” he says as he strokes his hands along the smooth slightly pink skin of his lower body.

“You must have grabbed the wrong set of shorts!” I yell angrily. “Well how was I supposed to know?” he complains, his submissive posture looking strange with such a masculine physique. “Well those shorts don’t go with those pants, so now your upper half doesn’t go with your bottom half!” I scream, panicking that our entire plan might have been compromised, “We have to sneak back in and get the right bodybuilder’s shorts!”.

“Maybe not just yet” he smirks as he looks into the waistband of his gym shorts. He moans in relief as he heaves the biggest, thickest, angriest cock I’ve ever seen out of his shorts, its deep red colour standing out against the tanned skin of his hands. “Maybe not just yet,” I mumble as I drop to my knees and take the huge mushroom tip into my mouth.