Wow, I Really Love Ryan Terry!

Wow, I really love Ryan Terry!

There's a story here, seriously, especially the way he looks kind of mad. Don't know what though.

Suggestions?

Here's Flex Lewis talking about his incredibly sexy hairy chest. I think he could keep the fluff!

I'll start a Change.org petition right now so that bodybuilders can keep their chest hair during competitions!

Or... maybe it'd be nice to have a story about a hot bodybuilder (such as Flex) whose chest just refuses to remain freshly shaven at a competition. Within minutes, his pecs are fuzzy no matter how many times he shaves.

"The best part about having a two inch cock is that no one can tell that I'm hard when posing," the bodybuilder told the interviewer.

I'm trying to work on my morphing techniques and wanted to try messing with faces and whatnot. I'm actually pretty happy with this one!

Playing with morphs and shadows. Kinda like this one! I might have to redo this one later one.

As an alpha, it was Derek’s job to protect his territory from any sort of threat that dared to rear its ugly head. One such threat was a suspected witch coven. Derek had begun to suspect that something was afoot when his inner wolf instincts had gone wild on a run near the woods. The magic emanating from the area had caused his hackles to raise, and a snarl to erupt from his throat. Hence, he’d decided to scope out the area.

Derek stalked around the wooded area, sneakily heading towards the faint orange glow that flickered off in the distance. The closer he got, the more the alpha werewolf could hear from the mysterious group of witches. He could barely make out their words, catching phrases that tended to revolve around nature.

The conversation seemed innocent enough, Derek figured as he crept closer and closer. Still, the alpha couldn’t allow a coven to exist within his territory.

Derek was close enough that he could make out the small group of witches that were gathered around the tiny campfire in the middle of the woods. One of them, the supreme he figured, tossed shimmering dust into the fire, turning its flames into a bright violet.

The supreme held her stick thin arms up into the air, muttering an incantation under her breath. The other witches around the purple fire followed suit, filling the air of the woods with a singsongy hum.

Derek kept himself hidden behind a large redwood, using that and the dark shadows of the night to keep himself concealed as he spied on the coven, straining his werewolf ears as best as he could to listen in for any potential plans to cause havoc in Beacon Hills. He knew that he had to run them out, but he also knew that a clear motive was necessary if he was going to convince his pack to assist him.

The supreme stopped her chanting momentarily, a small smile forming on her withered face. 

The flames of the fire picked up in fervor, intensifying in strength. The rest of the coven continued chanting, the air around the camper growing tense as their words grew louder and much more insistent.

Derek felt his forehead break out into a cold sweat and his heart start to race as his lupine instincts told him that something was wrong. Still, he remained at his hiding spot behind the tree, desperate to hear anything that might indicate the coven’s intentions.

BWOMPH!

Derek felt as if his face were struck with lightening as his nose erupted into electrical tingles that radiated all over his skin. He wobbled where he stood and had to hold onto the rough bark of the tree in order to avoid toppling over to the forest floor. Once he was able to steel his legs, Derek wondered what had just happened, but then his mind was quickly occupied with the fact that the supreme was looking directly at him.

“Well, well, Wolf,” she spat, “maybe this’ll teach you not to be so nosey.”

The other members of the coven laughed, leaving Derek confused.

“Mmrrpph?” he tried to ask what she’d meant, but Derek was quickly horrified to find that he couldn’t speak. “Mmm! Mmrpphh?!” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a word out.

His frantic hands moved up towards his mouth, only to grab at his nose. That alerted Derek to something else terribly wrong: his nose was massive! As he ran his hands over it, Derek estimated that it had to have enlarged by at least ten times its original size. It totally dominated the lower half of his face, totally eliminating his mouth so that anyone looking at Derek would only see a man with a humongous nose.

He attempted to growl, but couldn’t get the noise right without his mouth. All it sounded like was someone loudly blowing their nose into a tissue, making Derek blush.

In his panic, Derek phased into his full wolf form, only having a much larger snoot. He sprinted away in a hurry to find a way to fix himself.

The supreme just laughed. “He’ll turn back in twenty-four hours,” she reassured the coven. “Let’s just have him enjoy his humiliation for a bit first.”