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Chroniweek
So, like this year, I wanna welcome 2019 with some stories from all of you amazing writers out there. The first week of the new year calls for stories where the Chronivac is used as means of transformation.
Wanna announce The Chroniweek a little earlier this year, so all of you creative minds out there get the chance to think of some concepts and ideas to post. I can’t wait to see what amazing stories will be posted this time ^^
Happy New Year :) Here is my entry for the Chroniweek. Hopefully there will be some really cool posts despite the purge. ^^
Chronivac Journal Service
it had not been a good day for Jack. Of course he had days like that far too often, especially since his roommate Josh, the campus’ undisputed top jock, had found out that Jack was gay. Not only was Josh extremely homophobic but he also made sure his jock friends were just as cruel as he was. It wasn’t even like Josh and Jack had started off badly, but the second the jock had found out his roommate was gay he had gone into asshole-mode.
The worst thing was that Jack gave Josh a lot of things to mock him with. The quiet guy was only 5′9 and more on the pudgy than muscular side. Add to that the fact that he had a nasally high pitched voice and a tiny 3 incher for a cock and you had a prime bullying target. Jack didn’t really have friends to help him and neither did he have the courage to stand up to the 6′5 All-American jock. A teacher had given him the hint that maybe writing a diary could help with his frustration and anxiety. So now Jack found himself looking for a good Diary style app for his laptop.
After some browsing through Google he found an app that looked to be just what he had been looking for. the pictures showed all the functions he had wanted and it even was for free, so the pleasantly surprised Jack of course instantly downloaded “Chronivac Journal Service”, clueless to the fact he had just gotten his hands on one of the most powerful programs in existence.
After the download had finished and he opened the nicely plain looking app, Jack prepared to start writing, making sure Josh would still be gone for quite some time (he hung his workout schedule to the fridge and apparently a session had just started), when a strange cartoonish symbol popped up. It kinda reminded Jack of the paperclip from Word, but this thing was a little genie lamp, with cute little eyes and all. Just like the paperclip it offered him help asking Jack whether he wanted to use the “Autocorrect” option. Since Jack had never been particularly good at grammar and such stuff he of course activated it and started writing.
“Dear Diary, I started my day by showering and shaving the bit of stubble I had grown in a week. Afterwards I spent 5 minutes trying to get my to look at least decent.”, Jack wrote and paused for a moment. Immediately the letters shifted, changed and formed a different text. “I started the day by showering and trimming my beard to look good. Afterwards I combed my hair, made them into a man bun and found long hair really makes it easier to look handsome.” Of course he left out the part where he spent 5 minutes looking at his mirror image and admiring his own handsomeness, especially the strong jaw hidden underneath the dense beard he sported. After absentmindedly tracing his lantern jaw again, Jack resumed writing.
“After the first class Josh got my bag and teased me for my short height by holding it over his head so I couldn’t reach it.” He paused for a moment and thought back to that embarrassing as hell moment and when he looked back at the screen the and noticed the words had changed yet again. Or had they? Jack decided to read the passage again. “I hit my head on the doorframe on my way out of class and Josh teased me for being so tall.” Jack rubbed his forehead and thought about why he had been so confused, the text was still the same as before. He tried getting more comfortable and sitting more upright and immediately Jack’s long legs bumped into the underside of his desk. He cursed, which made the windows shake from his deep voice. Jack just wriggled the long toes on his size 22 feet and resumed writing.
Jack tried covering his crotch a bit as he wrote the next passage. “One of Josh’s friends pulled my pants down in the locker room and made everyone laugh at my tiny dick.” He blushed crimson red as he looked down to the flat front of his sweatpants and thought about that humiliation and yet again the words changed. Jack reread the lines. “One of Josh’s friends pulled down my shorts in the locker room to show a guy where my nickname comes from.” Proudly he wriggled the hefty sausage that was running down his right pant leg and thought about the name. For anyone who had ever seen Jack in the nude it was clear that the nickname ‘Jack and the Giants’ was referring to his insanely fat horsecock and the two legendary giant bull nuts that set underneath.
It took quite some willpower to ignore the yet again hardening monster, but he wrote on. “Josh and his jocks mocked me for not even being able to lift their warm-up weight” He jokingly flexed his long arm and watched the pathetically small biceps not even bulging in the slightest, and started patting it. His hand just hit bone barely covered by some skin and tendon, but after a short blink the arm didn’t feel bony in the slightest. It felt insanely hard and meaty, like he had spent an incredible amount of time in the gym lifting. Jack had the feeling his last sentence had changed yet again and checked it to make sure. “Josh and his friends were in awe at me using their max weight as warm-up and asked for tips.” A pleased smirk crossed his handsome face. The text was just like he remembered. Jockboy Josh sure had been amazed when he found out he was gonna share a room with Jack, the undisputed BMOC and local gym record holder.
Not much more did happen that day, so Jack wrote the last sentence. “After class I ate lunch and went home.” That was about the last he had done before starting to look for a diary app. Jack wanted to close the app, but the words had shifted again. “After class I gave Josh his lunch and went home.” Immediately after reading this a grunt escaped his lips and he felt an insanely large load being shot down his twink roommate’s gullet. The little guy even licked the last remains of cum off Jack’s still semi-hard giant and looked up into the handsome face of his top. “You satisfied for now, little guy?”, Jack rumbled and knew that even though Josh nodded, he’d be begging for a load 15 minutes from now again. “Okay then, little guy.”, Jack added, “I’m off to the gym.”
As the door slammed shut behind the behemoth that was now Jack, Josh was getting uneasy again. He moved around the room, looking for something to keep him entertained until his top would come back and that would distract him from his empty feeling ass, when he noticed a blinking message on Jack’s computer, which the muscle mountain had forgot turning off. It was from an app called “Chronivac Journal Service” and it seemed to be advertising a new feature called “Add Changes”. Josh sure was getting curious.
For all the creative minds still on Tumblr ;)
My own installment for the Chroniweek :)
Just a quick reminder for all the writer’s out there wanting to participate in next year’s Chroniweek. Coupled with a few shorts between me and @amalianetwork
My entry for this year’s Chroniweek. Part 2 is gonna follow soon. I really hope you enjoy.
Someone told me that you couldn’t read the stories I put on the forums unless you were logged in. So hears a link to a Google Doc with both story parts. Enjoy
Chroniweek - A very late Announcement
Hey guys,
some of you may know this already, but for the past few years I made it my mission to dedicate the first week of every new year as "Chroniweek".
I wanna encourage and challenge all of you writers out there to write a story centered around the mystical, magical, all-powerful device known as the Chronivac.
Be it growing a nerd into a jock, the wallflower and the gym beast swapping bodies or even a shapeshifting plot. Anything goes, the one condition being that you have fun writing your story ;)
I know the announcement is a little short notice, but I hope there'll still be some of you out there who wanna participate.
If you wanna collect the stories it'd be amazing of you guys to use #Chroniweek on your posts so others can find them more easily :D
And with that little bit of inspiration I leave you to writing, eagerly awaiting the amazing works you guys will produce:
Chroniweek
Dear readers, fellow writers and all you transformation enthusiasts.
I’m very sorry for being so absent from writing this year. It was a very busy 12 months for, but it was definitely worth it, seeing how I was able to fulfill some long standing wishes for myself.
But enough of me. I want to jog you and your horny minds once again this year. While it is too late to ask other writers to come up with a story idea on such a short notice I still wanna fill the first week of the year with some Chronivac shenanigans.
By coincidence I got my hands on one of these all powerful machines and now I’m in dire need of some suggestions on what to do. So fill my inbox with all your fantasies of what I could do with such a mighty tool. And maybe, just maybe you’ll find your desires fulfilled, even though you might not know it.
Yours truly,
AGMSYE
PS: I’m gonna make an effort to answer all the asks I can find time for, but of course I might not be able to fulfill the wishes of each and every one of my readers. Please understand that, after all I’m only human. Also since I’m not big on body swaps and possessions and stuff, I might not answer any asks that go down that alley.
I'm a nerdy white dude, but I've never felt like I fit in with either of those first two descriptions. Is there any chance you could use that machine of yours to make me a huge hunk of another race? I'm sure my boyfriend would be in for quite the surprise...
Well since the Chronivac is literally all powerful and I have gathered quite a little bit of experience in using it by running some experiments (Just ask Chris Bumstead. The guy had been the shrimpiest nerd before he moved in next to me.) your wish is my command.
Since you so desperately wanna be anything but white I think you'll love being Black. There's few things better than a massive African American hunk to spice up your day. You'll be in the gym when it happens. Sure, you could have sworn that you had been in the library some seconds ago, but that can't be. After all you've been trying to beef up for years, without much of a result though.
You'll notice that suddenly you'll begin to sweat profusely, but with every sweat it feels as though something other than sweat is coming out. You don't know how to put it, but it feels as if your inner blackness is finally seeing the light of day. Every droplet of sweat leaves a dark spot on your skin, permanently even, and it only takes a couple of minutes until your pasty white skin has taken on a rich, dark ebony color.
The nerd part of your wish is gonna be a bit trickier though, after all it could mean anything. So I'm just gonna pull a quick full 180 on your former disposition with the Opposite button. Do you feel it already? That overbearingly intense urge to workout, to really pump out those reps? Give in to it, trust me, you'll love it.
Normally you'd head for the lightest free weights in the gym, but for some reason you can almost hear a pair of 50 pound dumbbells call you. And upon touching them you notice why. As soon as your now chocolate colored fingers touch the cold metal you feel as if an air pump got attached to your body, your slim, skinny frame shooting up towards the ceiling, pushing you up over a foot until you comfortably rest at a towering 6'7.
And that's when the muscle starts coming. You can feel your body expanding, powerfully built muscle blooming on every inch of your frame. Just go ahead, gives these massive pecs of yours a grab, it's all real!
What are you saying? A shirt? Come on, man, everybody knows that you don't even own shirts. After all it would be considered a crime against humanity to cover up a perfect torso like yours.
Oh fuck, I have bad news for you. The Opposite Button did have a couple of unexpected side effects. Do you feel that weird pressure in your head? Yeah, that's your intelligence dwindling, everything that had made you a nerd, from your love for math, to your high school knowledge is going down the drain.
Or rather down to your ass. Can you feel your cheeks expanding into a pair of boulders? Yeah, it turns out that since you were a complete top before, you're now the biggest power bottom around, bro. Nothing I can do about it. Then again, you probably don't mind. Just send your boyfriend a quick pic, I bet he'll love the new you. Well, he and the massive dick I gave him.
Don't worry about it, you big meathead, that last treat for you is on the house.
Hey, glad to see you back! I'm just a college student getting by through taking photos in my spare time between studies and such. However, this one Filipino man with large muscles always asks me to take his shots, which gets me jealous every time. I wish I could be just like him...
Oh my, a big Asian muscle guy you say? You'll have to send me some pictures of his .... for professional research purposes of course. But now let's get to the really important part, shall we? After all I can't let a fan of mine feel bad about something related to muscle.
I'll set it so that both of your transformations will take place during your next shoot. Can you feel it? The weight of the camera in your hands? Almost as if it has a certain karmic and magic heft to it? You'll quickly see why when you start shooting some pictures of your crush. Let's start with a good shot of his arms, shall we?
Yeah, see him flex these guns of his? Just focus your camera on them and snap a picture, but be careful not to drop it afterwards. After all you'll find that now your arms are no longer the average the noodles they had been before. They're easily larger than his 18 inchers, probably closer to 22 inches now.
I can almost hear you grin through my screen as I watch your shoot go on with my Chronivac. Your crush will feel more and more confused as to why he's the guy you're taking photos of when you're so much bigger, manlier, more muscular and more impressive. One snap of his sizable pecs and you'll have big bouncing muscle tits, your nipples forced down by the sheer size and meatiness.
One picture of his muscled legs and you'll have veritable tree trunks, the mass of your thighs forcing you to adjust the way you're standing. One flash across his back and your own will be pretty much a mountain range of muscle, the tiniest movement making it ripple and flex.
Now then, shall we see how you've turned out?
Yeah, just look at that towering piece of hunky meat right there. That boulder like muscle ass. Not gonna lie, I'm kinda proud of my work right there. Just a quick hint though: I heard that the guy you've been photographing is pretty hung, so you might wanna sneak a quick shot in while he's showering to really become the complete package, wink wink.
I’ve been working as an engineer for about 15 years and am really stuck in a rut, both physically and mentally. I’m tired of being tired and out of shape all the time. It’s a bit cliche, but I really just want a fresh start as a whole new me for the New Year. Is that something you and the Chronivac can do?
Completely altering a person's very existence? Their very being and place in the fabric of space time? I'm not so sure if the Chronivac is up for the task.
Okay, yeah I can't keep a straight face either, after all there's nothing that me and the Chronivac can't do.
I don't think you're gonna be an engineer when I'm finished. I'm not gonna change much about you, just a tiny decision, the tiniest detail. The Chronivac shows me that you had been in a robotics club when you were a freshman in high school and I'm just gonna change that little detail.
Instead of the robotics club you ended up in the gym. And for some reason the school's head Coach took an instant liking to you (you're welcome ^^). He pretty much showed you everything he knew, work out techniques, the secrets of nutrition and the importance of keeping a healthy body.
That had been 10 years ago. I hope you don't mind that I gave you a quick rejuvenation, after all I want you to enjoy the body you've worked so hard for. Let's have a look at a usual morning of the new you, shall we?
Yeah, that seems about right. Ever since you started stepping on stage for bodybuilding contests, you have begun your days with a thorough and expert posing routine in your bathroom. Damn, I can't help but admire these muscles of yours, but that's not anything new either.
But for your wish to start the new year fresh, the Chronivac and I have prepared something special. You'll be unaware of all the changes to your life for the entirety of the year, accepting that you've worked hard under Coach's guidance to get to where you are, with several bodybuilding, football, wrestling and powerlifting trophies under your belt.
But each year, on the 1st of January, New Year's Day, you'll become aware of every change to your body and mind, to your very being. I hope you'll use this day to appreciate your new life as an up and coming energetic star athlete. Or use it to jerk off your fat cock to the sight of your hard earned massive muscles and your NFL teammates. It's your choice really!
Nothing worse than working in service industry during the holiday! Damn, I wish I am the one earning those huge bucks and can treat myself to vacation and luxuries with other people fulfilling my demand and running all the miniscule errands for me. But I know I will be a better rich people, I will treat the workers well, or at least that's what I thought as of now
That sounds like you have your life pretty much figured out, my friend. You probably expected me to transform you into the epitome of manliness, a big hirsute CEO, with all the muscle and cock size, not to mention power and money in the world.
But I have something quite different in mind for you. After all why would I transform you into a towering hunk when I can make sure you'll never have to work a day in your life. Let me introduce you to the new you, buddy.
There you go. You'll never have a care in the world again, living as a trophy twink for one of the richest hunks in the world. While your Daddy is out earning the big bucks, working his boulder like ass off, you'll enjoy vacationing all over the globe, be it on your Sugar Daddy's private yacht in France or in his mansion on some tropical island.
Whereever you are you'll have people taking care of your every need, cooks, butlers, personal trainers, they'll cater to your wishes to a tee.
The only catch is that cute fat bubble butt of yours will know no rest. When you aren't getting stretched out by your boyfriend's fat horsecock, you'll be having all of the employees riding your hungry trophy twink hole like there's no tomorrow.
And you'll love it, after all you wanted to be a better rich person. And there's really no better service you could provide these men with than draining their wrecking ball nuts dry. It's really crazy how every single one of Daddy's employees has such a huge dick, isn't it? Well I'll leave you to lounge around the pool for a bit now. Look out though, I think the poolboy has said something about needing some relief.
Jeff
I couldn’t stop him. I tried my best after he told me what the thing in the box was. People had been ordering it like crazy and Amazon was sold out for months. I don’t know how Mark had gotten a hold of the Chronivak.
The Chronivak is a crazy device you hook up to a computer and then you can change anything about anyone within about 200 meters. People had been turning people into animals, part animals, muscle gods, models. It’s been insane. There are even some reports on the news of people being turned into toilets and clothes as punishment.
I’m Jeff, Mark’s roommate. We didn’t know each other before we moved in together. I had just graduated from college with a degree in nanobiology and needed a place to live where I got my first job. I looked on Craigslist and he needed a roommate. Mark is gay and I’m not but I don’t really mind. Besides, he said a skinny nerd like me wasn’t his type.
After the box arrived, Mark promised he wouldn’t do anything to me. But I started to notice some things that felt…off. One day I woke up and had a small neatly trimmed beard. It was nice and all filled in. I could never grow one because it was always patchy.
The next day I woke up and my clothes were all too short. I had always been about 5′6″, but I must be like 6′2″ now. Nothing fit. Mark smirked every time he saw me. I knew something was up. But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him about it. When I saw him, I felt subdued.
The third day my upper body was larger, more muscular and the beard had become long and shaggy. I could feel it touching my larger chest. My voice had also gotten deeper. I had to say something before this got out of hand. I knocked on Mark’s door and he said I could come in.
When I walked in I saw it, the Chronivak app on his computer screen. On it was the current version of me. He turned around smiling.
“Please Mark, whatever you’re doing stop sir.” Why did I call him sir? I couldn’t help myself. He just continue to smile.
“Well Jeff, I already decided what the last step for you is, and I was going to wait. But might as well finish you slave.” He says as he turns. I try to use my longer legs to stop him but then they cramp up.
“I had pained turned off Jeff, but I can’t let you get to me.” He says as I fall to the floor. My thighs and calves burned as the muscle quadruples in size. I felt my ass swelling behind me as the shorts and underwear I had on broke apart at the seams.
I laid on the floor a new man. Everything changed about me except for my cock size. Even though I was average, it looks ridiculous wedged between my giant thighs. I covered it up as I sat up the pain still lingering. I looked at Jeff and he stood in front of me with his cock out. I stared at it and felt a need. A desire…
“Suck it,” he said. After sucking him off my brain felt fuzzy. I was only here to service Master Jeff. Clean, work out, suck and get fucked.