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to make this blog a bit more accessible, this is gonna be an index of all of my stories and other stuff connected with me, neatly divided into themes

everything's under this pic of a hot stud

Jock TF

Todd goes to a gym / Academic requirements / A Son, Reformed / Muscles In Chains / The Rookie's Figuring It Out / Headphones In, Guns Out / Waiting For The Roommate / Mandatory PE Class / A Real Jock's Supposed to Be Dumb /

Jock-focused

Under Armour Jock™ / Coach's Process of Developing a Jock / More Loyal, More American, More The Same / Muscle Memory / Inside A Jock's Mind / Script For A Jock / No-Trade Clause /

Cop/Soldier reprogramming

Programming Adjustment / Law, Order and Musk / Personal Muscle, Uniform Included / A Guard Programmed To Control And Obey /

Gym Bro TF (and adjacent)

Gym Bro / Bro Advice / A Workout Break / This Is How You Recruit Gym Bros / Waking Up Huge And Jocked / Empty Eyes, Pumped Bis

Other stuff

Commissions - I am open for commissions. Want me to write you a story? Check the linked post for all the necessary details

#AMA - you can see all the questions I have answered from previous AMAs under this hashtag

Ko-fi page - you can support me and my work on ko-fi

Hi, i was hoping my Touristics trip would take me to Greece?

Well of course we can arrange a journey to Greece, we even have multiple packages to book. Looking at you I think you would it would be good for you to book our Mt. Olympus package. Climb the mountain of gods if you like or drive to the coast, it’s only about 5 minutes by car. But that would be up to you. Oh you would like to climb the mountain first. We can arrange that. 

As you leave my shop, you find yourself on an uncommon street. It isn’t the same you entered the shop through, but you aren’t bothered at all, it feels just right to be here. You wander around and finally a man speaks to you. He is cute, a twink and reveals to have a soft almost feminine voice as he speaks to you: “I have searched for you, you are the tourist the man at Terrence & Ford told me about, aren’t you?” You confirm this and the man leads you down a few roads and then you are able to see your destination, Mt. Olympus.

The little man shows to possess a whole lot of endurance as you climb the mighty peak. Just as he struggles with a particularly high stone you notice his butt, it’s really big from what you see through his pants, and it looks really round and firm. “But wasn’t I supposed to be straight.”, you think as you scratch your head, only the noticing how big your biceps are. You look at them in awe, totally entranced by he twitching of the mighty flexed peaks and the criss-crossing veins running along them. 

Carefully you approach the still struggling mountaineer, grab his ass and help him shove him further up allowing him to climb the rock. Then you reach out and pull yourself up in one fluent motion, earning awestruck gazes from your companion. “Man, it must be nice being this tall.”, he squeaked looking up at your chiseled bearded face.

“Fuck I can’ take it anymore.”, you exclaim in a powerful baritone and pull the man upwards, planting a sensual kiss on his lips, as you rip his pants away, as well as yours. About 10 minutes later you find yourself behind a corner, rapidly jackhammering your new godly cock deep into your companion’s big ass. Another 30 minutes and more than a few loads later you descend down the mountain again.

Though you didn’t reach the peak fully, you still gotta show the mortals on the beach what a true Olympian looks like.

You might like this, @mrrharper

Dissolving Swim Shorts

Inspired by a video I saw

Tanner was a lonely college freshman. Thin, nerdy and very body shy. He was surprised there were very few clubs at his school, it seemed like all of the guys were in the frats or sports. He felt self conscious seeing all of the bigger guys in the halls wearing tight revealing clothing to show off their muscles and hair. One day he found a package outside his dorm, which contained a bathing suit, a tank top and an invitation to a big frat pool party. The invitation said the outfit had to be worn to be admitted, Tanner sighed. Even a sleeveless shirt made him feel uncomfortable showing off his skinny arms and lack of body hair. But he was lonely and bored so he forced himself into the suit, noticing the material felt oddly light and strange to the touch. He shrugged it off and put on some shoes and went to the party.

He made it to the gate where two large frat boys in just swim trunks stopped him.

"No shoes bro, only the outfit you were sent, thats the rule".

Tanner felt his face reddening but he had already come this far. He tossed off one shoe and then the other, revealing his small, pale feet. The guards took the shoes from him and waved him in. As he went past they laughed and tossed the shoes in the garbage knowing he wouldn't need them anymore. Tanner quickly noticed he was by far the smallest guy there in a crowd of hairy studs all flexing, chest bumping and playing beer pong. He wandered around near the pool when a pair of hands suddenly hit his chest hard sending him toppling in. He looked around at all the smiling frat boys who stared at him with looks that said they were expecting something. He looked down in horror to see his shirt melting off. His small nipples, flat stomach, all bare. He raised his hands meekly to cover himself only causing the other guys to laugh.

"Show off show off!" They chanted.

Tanner felt an odd heat and pressure as if the pool was warming up. His hands were starting to be pushed away from his chest as his pecs grew! Muscles ached and expanded until a definitive shelf had formed. His nipples enlarged and pointed slightly down. That wasn't all, his stomach had expanded, hard muscles could be felt there but also a bit of fat like he drank too much or was just lazy between work outs.  Tanner turned a bright crimson, embaressed but also oddly turned on by having this new muscle. His small joy quickly faded though as an itching spread over him. The newly enlarged chest was now sprouting curly brown hairs everywhere! Gross, he thought, muscle was one thing but he didn't wanna end up a hairy frat boy like these guys! He splashed towards the stairs in a hurry, hoping getting out of the water would halt the changes. Just then he felt a rush of water around his privates and saw in horror that his bathing suit had disentegrated.

"Show it off bruh!" One of the frat bros shouted. Tanner let out a loud, deep moan as he felt his dick slowly growing.

"No, no, nooooo" he moaned as it grew thick and hairy, dark hair swirling up around his dick to meet the pelt on his chest before swirling around to connect with his newly hairy ass that had also pushed out into a firm bubble butt. Tanner was overwhelmed with shame. His big, hairy, sexed up body exposed for all to see.  Even his hands and feet had swelled greatly. Hair pushing out on his feet and toes. No way those old shoes would fit now. Not that hed be wearing shoes. Against the embaressment a new thought was fighting to take over.

"Damn, Im hot" Tanner grunted not realizing he had said it aloud. But it was true. As much as he had felt grossed out before a growing part of him loved this big, hairy body.

Sexy.

Thats what he was.

Enough to get any girl and maybe some guys. He needed to show off. A cocky grin grew across his face which had changed to become more angular. A 5 o clock shadow growing in and beaming blue eyes under heavy eye brows. He took a big wet hand and slicked back his curly brown hair with blonde highlights before striding out of the pool, proudly letting his new cock swing between his legs, half erect already from all the hot people at the party. He fist bumped the other guys and grabbed a beer before chugging it. 

"Lets party!"

One of my all-time favorites!

Career Day

“Hey bro, do you think you have what it takes to be a firefighter?”

You stop dead in your tracks. Next to the rows and rows of folding tables set up for career day is a big red fire truck. But instead of free pens and buttons to entice you in, three half-naked firefighters stand laughing, rubbing their thick muscles through their loose handing fireproof jackets.

This has to be some sort of joke, you think to yourself with a scoff. One of the meat heads approaches you with a hunky swagger. “So,” he asks again, “you think you have what it takes?”

It’s been a pretty boring day overall, so you decide to have some fun. “Alright,” you say with a sarcastic smile, “tell me: what does it ‘take’ to be a firefighter?”

“Well,” the guy says, “first, you’ve got to be jacked. Like… really jacked.” As he says this, you begin to feel your clothes grow itchy, like they don’t seem to fit quite right.

“Yeah,” you say trying to keep an air of confidence, “and what else?”

“Well,” he continues, “you’ve gotta have tough skin. Tough enough to withstand serious heat.” The itching is insatiable now, and you look down to see a rough callous develop over your hands, which are now bulging with muscle. You frantically look around the room, but no one else seems to be noticing the muscles now begging to escape from your tight clothes.

“You’ve got to have a lot of upper body strength,” he says before you can stop him, and suddenly your arms grow sore, biceps the size of baby heads bursting at the seams of your shirt. “And good legs…” he says, sending your thighs tearing through your jeans. “Not to mention a good core.” And with that, your chest expands into two square pecs and a rack of abs directly below.

“Is that it??” you plead with him, struggling to contain your new body as it continues to grow per his suggestions.

“Not yet,” the guy continues, “you’ve also got to know a thing or two about firefighting. Not much else though, you don’t want your brain getting too crammed if you know what I mean.” You try and resist the overwhelming feeling of numbness that envelops your mind. You feel memories of training and lifting with your fighter fighter bros begin to replace those of your friends, family, and education.

You, moan, trying to resist as a new feeling overtakes your body. “No… please…”

“Oh yeah! And one last thing. You’ve gotta be pretty hung. It can get pretty boring at the station with nothing to do. Some of us like to fool around a little bit. Wouldn’t hurt to have a 9 inch dick.”

You know it’s coming this time. The testosterone, the heat flooding your pelvic region. You look down just in time to see a full, 9 inch penis burst forth from your briefs and unleash a wave of cum all over the floor. With it escapes all your knowledge of your past life; you’re nothing more than one of those meathead firefighters now, nothing else on your mind by saving lives and sucking dick.

“Here,” says the guy as he leads you over back to the truck and away from the crowds, “lets get you into something more comfortable shall we?”

You nod stupidly, eagerly awaiting the minute you can get him into bed with your thick new cock, both your muscle bodies rubbing sweaty together for hours. As he slips you into your firefighter’s coat, you know you’ve chosen the right career. Even if it wasn’t exactly your choice…