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‘𝑨 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂

𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 & 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅..’

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓟𝓪𝓹𝓪

Must’ve been the wind

Trapped.

These three boys were trapped in a cabin due to the violent snowstorm that had just blown through moments ago. Now looking like a colossal pile of snow, it would have been hard to realize that underneath all of the cold and white mass was actually a quaint and cozy cabin. 

“NNH,” One of the boys slammed his shoulder into the door, trying desperately to get it to budge so they could make it outside. As many times as he pushed into the door, he found himself being pushed away from the door, feet sliding along the hardwood at the entrance of the house. “There’s no way this thing is going to open, man! We’re fucked! Absolutely, positively fucked!” he protested with a firm swat at the door with his fist.

A second boy chimed in, “Chill out, Jack. Look, yes we’re trapped but it’s not like we’re going to be dying any time soon. There’s still food, it’s still warm and even if it starts to get colder, we have tons of blankets and pillows, even all of our extra clothing we can put wear,” Standing further away from the door, this second boy watched Jack’s attempts to open it while knowing with certainty that he wasn’t going to be able to open it even a crack. With how much snow apparently piled up against that thing, they had to be monsters to swing it open.

From across the room, another voice arose. “Are we really going to die, Thomas? I don’t want to die while stranded in here! I want to go home!” The third boy’s voice was noticeably more shaky, clearly scared of the situation the three found themselves in.

Staring down the door in defeat, the first boy was out of breath, hand trembling “Yeah, ain’t nobody here going to come help us at this point. We gotta figure this out on our own…” He muttered this without turning, punching the door had hurt more than he thought, and he surely didn’t want anyone to catch that actually it hurt.

“Can you be quiet and listen to me? Will you, Jack? There’s no need to scare Alex more about the situation,” Thomas turned towards Alex, who was slinking in the corner of the room. “We’ll be fine, Alex. People will come get us for sure.”

Jack tutted, “Yeah, right…” Causing a fearful look from Alex, and an annoyed look from Thomas.

“Forget this, I’m going to the other room.” Thomas turned with a huff and started off to the back of the house, winding through the hallway and into the bedroom. Plopping himself down on their soft bed, he laid back and stared at the wall. 

How did this snowstorm happen so fast?

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The three of them met at a summer camp not too long ago, and after getting to know each other more, they decided to take another trip out to the snow. Thomas and Jack were always hanging with each other and going on adventures. They both met Alex who was much more meek and afraid, but enjoyed the company of the two and tried his best to keep up. They quickly became a trio. A family member of Alex offered the cabin outing, and they couldn’t say no to an entire cabin, even if it was way out in the middle of nowhere. While the long drive there had some snow that was more slush than snow, they were expecting it to resume snowing throughout the night. It was forecasted to be a light snow, and they were excited to frolic around after they woke up to a winter wonderland.

Little did they know, the snow began to pick up earlier than expected. By the time they got to the house, there was already a fairly strong downpour of snowflakes. After parking their car in the side lot of the cabin, they made their way into the cobblestone entrance and began to bring all their luggage in. The three boys gaped at the luxurious wooden interior, with all the typical amenities that they expected to be in a top notch cabin. The entire back of the front door was covered in a huge mirror, they noticed. Jack would make faces at himself in it between luggage trips.

As soon as their luggage was all in, the three of them kicked off their boots. Jack and Alex got comfy on the huge couches, and Thomas decided to peruse the place. Turning into the hall, he felt the floor’s fluffy carpet along his feet. He saw that the hall split off in two directions, bathroom on the right, and bedroom on the left. Thomas gently swung open the bathroom door and saw that it was, well, a bathroom. Pretty small, all things considered. Door opened up to a square room with a toilet on the opposite side of the door, shower on the right, and sink to the left. 

‘Functional’ Thomas thought to himself.

A big mirror was once again found on the back of the door, and Thomas didn’t particularly enjoy that he would be staring at his reflection if he were to take a dump in there; the toilet was directly facing the door. Leaving the bathroom behind after one last eyeball, he turned to inspect the bedroom. It seemed that it was a master bedroom, as he could tell it was quite spacious even before entering. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Thomas heard a humming noise. 

‘Where’s that coming from?’ He thought to himself as he brought his hand to his ear and glanced around. Thomas put his ear to the hallway wall, and he could hear it. He put his ear to the floor, and he could hear it. Strangely, it seemed that the mystery noise had no origin that he could find. It was almost like i-

In an instant, they all felt a wave of sleepiness hit them as if a switch was flipped,  and they all opted to take a quick nap. Thomas stumbled to the bed where drifted to sleep, while Alex and Jack had still been on the couch. 

They didn’t wake up until Alex’s scream blew through the whole house. Jolted awake, Thomas quickly got up and ran down the hall to the main room where he met the other two boys. Had he fallen asleep? This was no time to be thinking of things, as he turned out of the hall and met with his friends. They were looking at the front window, but something was wrong. The entire window was white! Turning around to the window behind him in the kitchen, Thomas noticed that its fate was in a similar state.

In the time that they all fell asleep, they somehow were completely snowed in. It looked as if someone covered the outside of their windows with white paint, there was not even a hint of the scenery that was typically seen from the windows.

“What the fuck?!”

“Guys what do we do? I’m scared!”

“Just how long were we asleep for?”

Jack tore his eyes away from the kitchen and searched for a clock. No clocks on the walls that they could find. The clock on the microwave screen was blank. The oven? Blank.

Thomas furiously patted down his pockets in search of his phone, but no dice.

“Dudes, I think the power is out!” Jack immediately looked toward Thomas, who met his eyes in the same shocked expression.

Alex began to sniffle, and then burst into tears. He was clearly overwhelmed by the sudden dilemma they found themselves in.

“Hey, come on, it’s ok Alex!” Thomas, ever the guardian, comforted Alex while Jack ran around the house looking for anything that could help them out in this predicament. He found more windows similarly blinded by snow. After what felt like an eternity of running around the house looking for anything helpful, Jack noticed a door on the ceiling above the hallway.

Bingo!

Jack hopped up to grab the string and attempted to pull it down…with no success. His fingers had scraped against the scratchy string and left a stinging sensation. With a sneer, he shook out his hand and readied himself again to pull it down, this time with all his strength. Once again, nothing budged. Jack huffed in frustration at the fact that he couldn’t pull it open. He began to hear that same humming in his ears.

At the same time, Thomas rounded the corner, spotting Jack.

“Hey, did you find anything, man?” Shortly after asking, Thomas noticed that Jack had indeed found something of interest. “Alright! We got something! Do you need any help opening it?” Thomas walked closer, offering his hand to help Jack out before being shrugged off by him.

“More like I got something. You were busy babysitting over there or something.” Jack barked at Thomas. “Besides, I can open it myself.”

“What? Now isn’t the time for your little tantrums, man. What even is your deal with Alex? He just gets a little scared sometimes,” Thomas was clearly losing his patience with Jack already, this wasn’t uncommon to say the least, but he certainly hoped Jack would have been more mature in a situation like this.

Both Thomas and Jack have pretty similar builds. Thomas being 5’8 while Jack was a smidge taller at 5’10. Both were skinny, but Thomas had some more meat on his bones due to helping his dad with moving some client’s desks around at his office. Jack on the other hand, was skinnier yet much more scrappy. He always had a bit of a short temper, but he’d been working on it as best as he could. Thomas knew, though, that his temper always shined through when he was stressed out, like their current situation. Thomas had medium length brown hair that was always in a middle part, a lot of girls at his school seemed to enjoy it fluttering in the wind during gym classes. Jack’s hair is of a similar length, but black in color and brushed back on his head. His didn’t flow nearly as luxuriously as Thomas’ though. Jack’s hair often flew right into his eyes, causing him to form a habit of wiping his forehead upwards to get the hair out of his face.

The two glared at each other for a moment before Jack broke away and tried one more time at the string. Third time, third fail, and Jack fell to the ground with an “oof”.

Thomas grabbed his arm and helped him up and then helped him open the door, with Jack’s reluctant compliance. With a pop and both the boys stumbling back a bit, the door was opened! It appeared to be a cozy, albeit dusty, little attic loaded with equipment of some kind.

“Look, Jack. Just let me help you out sometimes, alright? It doesn’t hurt to ask for help when you need it,” Thomas was used to this, Jack always wanted to do things on his own terms.

“Whatever, man. I could’ve done it myself, just go back to Alex.” Jack didn’t make eye contact, just brushed Thomas off and inspected what was inside the attic. It seemed that it was a lot of household supplies and things like extra blankets and bedding.

Walking back over to Alex, Thomas noticed that he had shifted positions to be in the corner of the room huddled together.

“You alright?” Thomas was quick to ask how he was doing. 

“Yeah…” He replied meekly. “Sorry for not being much help,” Alex was always like this since the other two have known him. With his much shorter stature of 5’4 and his short brown hair, he definitely fit the bill of a shy and quiet kid. After meeting Jack and Thomas, he realized that he wanted to change himself for the better, and it was obvious to the two bigger guys that Alex looked up to them.

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It stings.

Jack’s hand was trembling from punching the door, his shoulder still aching from his tackles. Why couldn’t he just open it? Why did he have to be-

He didn’t want to say it, but it was true. Jack looked at his reflection. His red knuckles on his shaking hand. He glared into his reflection’s eyes. Why did he have to be so weak?

Instantly, the humming returned within his ears. It began soft, before growing louder and louder until his head throbbed. ‘Why? Why am I so damn weak?’ He felt his entire body heat up, before he stepped forward and punched the mirror in front of him.

KRACK

The sound of glass crackling startled Alex, and he looked over at Jack from his position on the other side of the room. He saw Jack hunched over against the front door and it looked like he was shaking.

“Jack? Are you alright?” Alex walked up to him, and rested his hand on Jack’s back. It was hot, really hot. And his whole body was shaking as well. Before Alex could let out a peep, he felt something shift in Jack. Pulling his hand away he stared at Jack as he remained in his hunched position. After a moment of silence and suspense that felt like it lasted forever, Jack keeled onto the floor with a yell as what looked like a wave passed over his back.

“Jack! What’s going on?” Despite wanting to help, Alex didn’t even realize that he had taken a step back. Jack was on the floor moaning, his back arched towards the ceiling. It looked like something was inside of him that was trying desperately to get out. Pulse after pulse, his back kept pushing outwards, the creases of his shirt soon were a thing of the past. Jack was growing bigger.

Jack’s back jolted harder, a huge burst of mass expanding out of his. He continued to moan, and Alex couldn’t tell if it was in agony or in bliss. Jack’s shirt was looking pretty tight already, and out of nowhere two masses lunged to the sides of his body, ripping the long sleeve right down the middle. With Jack’s back now exposed to the air of the cabin, Alex got a solid look at what was happening. He was growing muscles! The masses that flew to the sides continued their journey, pushing his shoulders out with them until they looked like airplane wings. The smooth back Jack once had inflated and grew mountain like ridges as it grew as hard as stone.

Jack’s mind was blank, all he could pay attention to was the seething heat of his body and the floor in front of him. He subconsciously noticed that his arms were being pulled further away from him as his back was widening, but couldn’t pay any mind to it. All of a sudden, he felt his hand spasm. He turned his eyes to his right hand as he saw his lean fingers puff up and widen with mass and size. His palm blew up with a crunch, and it inflated to match the size of his new grabbers. He noticed that the skin itself looked different as well, much more weathered and beat up, veins growing visible on the back of his hand. He felt a similar sensation in his other hand, but was too busy looking at the progress his right side was already making,

Jack’s wrist snapped and widened, his arm shooting out in length and pushing him away before beginning to fill with muscle of its own like water being poured into a balloon. Instantly his sleeves began to rip and tear from the strain. His twigs for arms blew up until Jack couldn’t even tell if they were humanly possible to be that big, his now beefy forearms looked about as wide as his thighs with corded muscle and veins painted a landscape on the canvas that was his body. His arms jiggled into view until he flexed them and they solidified into huge instruments of destruction, the watermelons attached to his now anchor arms accentuated only by a few veins the size of steel cables. His arms weren’t being filled with water, these babies were cement! His shoulder blew up into a pumpkin sized mass, and even just flexing his arm he could tell that these things were rock hard. 

Jack swiveled his eyes to the other side and saw that the process had steadily progressed on his other half as well, pumpkin sized delts, arms the size of his head, and triceps that provided the grip strength to crush a brick, all capped by the biggest mitt of a hand he had ever laid eyes on. The heat in his body seemed to be more bearable now, as if the energy was dispersing through his body as he changed.

As his arms finished up their growth, one last snap of his back widened him even further until the simple task of walking through doors would prove to be a challenge, and putting his shirt out of commission for good. Jack didn’t even realize, but his feet had begun their growth, his shoes already screaming for mercy. From his average size 8, his feet snapped out of their confines and stretched out to a mighty and meaty size 12, shoe canvas fluttering about. As if his new dogs could breathe, as soon as they touched the outside air his legs shot out in length before mass trickled onto them. To support a body as big as his he would need pistons for legs, and it appeared he was going to get exactly that.

Jack looked up at his own reflection, glaring at himself again. He hated it. He couldn’t stand to look at himself when he was that weak. Jack pushed himself off of the floor, slowly rising to his new height of 6’3. His legs continued to spread out as he rose, thighs and calves blowing up like bread in the oven, his ass evolving from being flat as plank to something more akin to a couch pillows. His pants never stood a chance, and as soon as Jack stood straight, his waist widened with a snap. 

Peering into his own eyes, he braced himself against the mirror. He wanted to change from this weakling. He needed to become stronger. The only way he can better himself here and now is to become stronger!

“UNH!” With a boom not unsimilar to a crack of lightning, Jack’s chest exploded outwards into a much more barrel-like shape, shoving his body into the mirror.  His breaths were raggedy, the hot air fogging the mirror in front of him as he could feel his pecs begin to grow. From nothing came something, and then those somethings blossomed into huge iron plates flowing out of his chest. His now incredible chest showed no signs of stopping, pecs growing bigger and bigger with each fervent desire of their owner to become stronger. A six pack crunched itself into existence along his stomach, pushing out towards the mirror with their mass. Jack could no longer see himself in the mirror with how fogged up it was.

“Jack! What the hell is happening to you?!” In the back of Jack’s mind, he heard Alex’s cry. Who he was, on the other hand, was beginning to blur in and out of his head. Jack began to turn around, showing off his incredible body to the tiny individual in front of him. He looked dully into Alex’s eyes, not processing what was happening at all. It was strange seeing Jack’s young head on top of such a mountain of virility, but that was about to change.

“Hrck!” Jack stumbled back, his large body slamming against the door with a heavy and deep  thud that shook the house. He felt his throat begin to constrict before it thickened like a wrestler’s, his head now even smaller looking atop this body. He brought his beefy hands up to his face, almost palming his entire head.

“T…Thomas? Thomas!” Alex could hardly snap out of his daze to call out for his friend, and he certainly couldn’t pull his eyes away from what was occurring in front of him. Jack let out another moan as he felt his entire head expand, immediately changing his look to a more mature one. A large and straight nose overtook his button; big square jaw looking just like a superhero’s would. His eyes opened, changing to a deep green. As if it were a catalyst, a multitude of changes happened all over. Worry lines forming along his face, placing his age closer to late 30’s early 40’s, 5 o’clock shadow smearing itself onto his chin and similar hair growing on the rest of his body to accentuate the newfound curves and bumps. Even his hair grew more wavy as it lightened from black to a dark brown.

A few curls fell over his face, and the new man slowly brushed it upwards out of the way before letting out a grunt. That small moment of noise was enough to tell Alex how much his voice had changed. It was almost like he could feel the rumble in his own chest with how deep it was. Now in front of Alex stood what looked like SuperDad, towering over him with all of his mass, and the only noise in the room being the deep breaths necessary to maintain his large figure. Despite the situation and how scared shitless he was, he could at the very least respect how good looking this guy was.

“Did you find a way to get out? What’s going on, Alex-” Thomas turned out of the hall to see a huge mountain of a man in his underwear standing inside of their cabin. He and Alex saw movement, and shifted their eyes lower to the python that was slowly growing within the confines of said underwear. It was slow, but it was indeed growing. Pushing the briefs to their limits ever so slowly as the room was silent apart from Jack's breaths and the groaning of the underwear. Even covered up, they could tell that it was huge, the weight of the bulge pushing further downwards the longer the two stared at it.

They were speechless. The three of them staring down at the appendage hiding away behind this thin bit of fabric. The situation and silence of it all was almost comical, almost.

Alex eventually turned to look at Thomas in search of words to speak. Thomas shifted his eyes to acknowledge Alex, before scanning the room and then returning his sight to the man. Where was Jack? The man was now investigating his body; staring at his hands, groping at his pecs and rubbing his stomach. He drifted over his package before he stopped and looked up to greet Thomas’ eyes. Something about his expression changed. It already looked stern given his deep brows, but even Thomas could see the miniscule lowering of them and his lips. This guy was not happy with him. 

Sensing something was about to go down, Thomas lunged forward and reached for Alex. At the same moment, the colossus began to move. By the time Thomas grabbed Alex’s arm and they were both turning towards the hallway, they realized just how big of a stride this man had. He had just covered so much distance in one step!

With their heart in their throats, they slammed their feet into the ground and forced themselves to sprint towards the bathroom. Sure, Thomas reasoned that this monster could tear a door off of its hinges if he so pleased, but within the confines of the cabin a door that was close was all that they could afford, so bathroom it was. 

The thudding footfalls of the man were right behind them as they swiped around the corner and nearly fell over each other to get into the tiny bathroom.

“CLOSE IT, CLOSE IT,” Alex shrieked at Thomas who was flipping around to grab the door. Thomas threw the door closed, and in the brief moment that it was closing, he looked upwards to see the man’s mass blocking out all sight of the hallway behind him. Thomas met his angry eye right before the door shut and he locked it.

Thomas braced the door with all his might. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh GOD,” Alex was pushing himself into the corner.

“Alex! Where’s Jack,” Even now, Thomas was trying to get a grip of the situation before him, as unbelievable as it was. 

“That IS Jack!”

“WHAT?” Thomas couldn’t even process whatever that meant. That was Jack? What do you mean that’s Jack?? Jack’s a twig, not some angry bulging behemoth-

“Hey!” The voice outside of the door was deep. Incredibly so. That singular word boomed so loud that the two of them froze in place. There was a real man behind this door? People’s voices can get this deep??

An equally loud thud shook the door and pulled the two of them out of their reverie.

“Alex! Help me out here!” Thomas continued to push as hard as he could, his hands white from the force he was pushing into them to keep the door shut.

Alex was frozen with fear in the corner.

“Come on, Alex! Help me out!” Thomas didn’t turn around, he didn’t want to put any focus off of the door in front of him, as it was the only thing protecting the two of them.

More bangs shot through their ears, and the vibrations they gave the door were numbing Thomas’ hands. He couldn’t bear this. He shut his eyes and pushed. Just push just push just keep pushing.

Apparently, this was nowhere near as strong as the Was-Jack could go, as his next hit was so strong and loud that it felt as if the door itself buckled and warped.

Feeling that was all that Thomas needed to know for sure that there was nothing he could do to stop his advance. He was simply too strong. Is this guy for real Jack? How could this be Jack? What on earth did Alex mean by saying that this is Jack? He certainly didn’t see Jack anywhere else when he checked on them, but for him to turn…to transform into someone else?

It didn’t matter if it made no sense, the only positives at this moment was that this thing could get into the bathroom, and there was nothing that they could do to stop it. 

“Jack!” It was desperate. It was so desperate but it was all Thomas could think to do. On the off chance that somehow a christmas miracle happened in this literal cabin in the woods and Jack turned into that man, he had to try.

“Jack, please! Please, please, please, please stop, ok? Alex is terrified, I’m terrified, ok? Just- let’s just stop with the slamming on the door and you go back to normal and we go back to how things were, yeah?” Thomas was sweating bullets, the banging and bashing not relenting.

The hum returned. Thomas tried to close his eyes, but the humming grew louder. He looked up at his reflection, the banging on the door and the humming in his ears becoming too much to handle. Thomas began to hyperventilate, unsure of what was going to become of both him and Alex.

“Jack! Whoever you are,” Thomas took one more glimpse at Alex who was still huddled in the corner. “...whoever you are. Goddammit! Just listen to me, please! Just listen to me for once!”

At that moment, Thomas froze up. It felt like he just had a mini heart attack for just an instance before everything went back to normal. He almost forgot about the bashing of the door and the danger of the situation.

Before he could fully grapple his thoughts again, he felt his right shoulder launch outwards towards the wall. Thomas had no idea what just happened, but Alex had seen this once already.

“No, no, NO! Please, Thomas, not you!” Alex pleaded, his voice was shaky. But Thomas didn’t know what he was talking about. Not him? What did he mean?

He felt pressure in his left leg and looked down at it. In an instant, he witnessed his foot stretching his shoe, and watched as it shredded through the front, growing larger and wider until it broke through all sides of the shoe. He couldn’t even process his new meaty feet before his leg cramped and shot out in length. He was thrown off balance, having to lean on the bathroom sink to his right to hold himself up. He changed his position to mak sure he was still bracing the door while he inspected his leg. It was throbbing, and it was hot. He saw his thigh bubbling up like water in a cauldron, but this wasn’t water. It was…muscle? Fat? He didn’t know what it was, but his leg was becoming huge! His calf grew big and heavy, but thighs bulging and heaving outwards even moreso. With a struggle and a pop, his pant leg burst off all at once. His left hand cramped and he couldn’t even look at it before hit arm shot out just like his right arm did. What was happening to him?

Thomas switched hand positions on the door, and that was when he noticed his hand looked puffy. It was only like that for a second before the palm expanded in all directions, stretching out across the door and taking his average fingers and morphing them into huge sausages. His knuckles popped, each as big as quarters, creases and crags appeared all over his hand, veins crawling out from nowhere. He felt another bang against the door, and put his left hand up against it to brace again, and he noticed that his left was in a similar state. He has gorilla hands! And on top of looking like some worn and torn man hands, they were growing hair. Thick and wiry brown hands were cropping up on the backs of his fingers all the way up to the wrist.

Thomas had no idea what was happening to his body, but if this was happening to him, maybe that really was Jack out there. He heard whimpering from Alex behind him. Wait, he can still think straight! Jack out there clearly has something going on up in the brain, but he can still differentiate things, he still knows what’s what.

“It’s ok, Alex! I’m not slipping! I don’t know what the he- what the heck is going on with me right now, but it’s still me!” Thomas didn’t turn around as he said this, he was too busy watching his arms inflate and bulk up, his sleeves quickly filling and groaning from the size.

Alex didn’t seem to be buying it, as he kept whimpering.

“It’s alright, Alex. I’ll…I’ll protect you, ok?” Thomas hoped he was speaking some truth. He seemed to be gaining some size, but was it enough to protect Alex? Enough to get through to Jack behind this door?

As if to respond to Thomas, his shoulders snapped outwards again, making him wider than the door, then immediately his torso lengthened along with his right leg. He was slowly becoming balanced again, he could feel mass pouring into not only his right leg, but his left leg still as well. Every so often he would feel them mash against each other, and he would have to stand a little further apart. 

He was getting pretty tall by now, he noticed. Thomas’ eyeline continued to rise ever so slowly up the door as the process continued. Was he as tall as Jack? He didn’t remember how he looked, he couldn’t really tell. His shoulders widened once more, this time taking his neck with it. Beefy lats flew out to his sides, huge traps rising to wrap around his now beefier neck. His shirt ripping to shreds over all of the size he was putting on here, and baring his skin to the cool air of the bathroom. His back was now a bloated mass of muscle, it was absurdly huge. To match this, his arms grew to become absurdly big as well. 

With a snap, his wrists grew in width, and then the muscle wrapped itself around it this way and that. Huge cannonballs replacing his biceps and triceps, a Christmas ham replacing his forearms. His arms were unbelievable. Even from the short amount of time he saw Jack, he could tell that his own arms were bigger, albeit less defined. The hair from his hands spread upwards like a fuse, covering his forearms and shoulders, then fluffing out under his arms. He felt tickles on his back  and could tell that his back was growing hairy as well.

Out of curiosity, Thomas peeked at his legs. They had become like redwood trunks, muscle and fat coming together to create huge monsters that he was afraid to call legs. He saw hair grow on his feet before it too spread upwards, leaving no space behind as his legs covered themselves in hair. Once again, he could feel the hair growing on his ass before he felt each cheek explode with mass. First the left, then the right, his ass becoming something of legends. It didn’t plan on stopping there, though. Thomas’ hips widened with a snap, and his ass then grew from legendary to impossible, the cheeks jiggling with growth as Thomas yet again spread his legs apart to accommodate. By now, his pants were long forgotten, the underwear hanging on for dear life.

“D-don’t worry, Alex! It’s still me in here! I just look a little different, is all,” Thomas was now taking up most of the space in the bathroom, Alex trying to escape so much he may as well have pushed himself through the wall, but Thomas could feel something else happening, something deep in his gut. 

“Ooohh,” Thomas’ knees suddenly buckled as he felt pleasure flood his nether regions. He looked down once more at the flat front of his crotch, but it wasn’t so flat anymore. His cock was growing not only longer, but thicker as well. It was making him unbelievably horny. Thomas was trying to push against the door while also holding himself up from the sheer pleasure he was feeling. He was rock hard, his beer can thick cock pushing outward against the fabric, making the waistband stretch out along with it. It stretched to 7 inches, then 8, then 9, and came to a crawl at a devastating 10 inches, the fabric having run so tight over the mass it was almost see through. 

Just when Thomas thought it was over, he felt another gut punch, and he knew his balls were growing. They inflated quickly within their confines, growing to match the size of large eggs, and creating enough testosterone to fuel two college football teams. He couldn’t take the pressure anymore. Thomas let out a lewd moan, his voice cracking and lowering into a baritone. His cock stretched to 11 inches.

Another throb of his balls and Thomas kicked out his monster ass as his knees buckled once more. He just barely caught himself from falling as his cock stretched out one last time to a jaw dropping 13 inches, finally snapping his underwear. 

“Uuunng-hhhhh,” Thomas couldn’t stop moaning and grunting, his voice catching in his thick throat and lowering over and over. His cock trembled in the air, still rock hard as his voluptuous balls swung and swayed in the air. 

“I’m…o-oughh,” Once more Thomas’ voice dropped. Deeper than Jack’s. Deeper than a well, or a ravine, or the mariana trench. His voice was now so deep and gritty that it would be impossible to whisper in any capacity, only capable of letting out a rumble that would frighten a lion.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Thomas could feel another rumbling somewhere in his gut. “I’m sorry you…have to see Daddy like this,” Thomas didn’t understand the words that came out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe any of this! But he was so, so horny, and couldn’t think straight.

Who was Daddy? Was it him? He certainly looked big enough to be one. Big and strong. Really big and strong.

He chuckled to himself, the rumble reverberating throughout the increasingly tighter bathroom. Then he felt the rumbling again. Thomas looked at his stomach, and saw it push outwards with a groan. It was nothing big, hardly even noticeably, but it was something. Before Thomas could react, his chest heaved forward. Thomas’ ribcage similarly pushed itself against the door with thud. He shifted himself backwards to give his body space, cock still smattering all over the door. 

He felt a push, and saw that his nipple looked bigger than he thought they had been. Another push and they for sure just grew. A mighty push stretched his nipples to the size of gumdrops, and drew out a groan from Thomas. With no time to think, his pecs began to plump up. 

Jack’s body grew with hard, corded muscle. Thomas’ body was growing with both muscle and fat purely for the sake of size. His pecs were no different. Capped by his now large nipples, his pecs fanned out in all directions, and in all directions big. Already big enough to put any bodybuilder or powerlifter to shame, with a grunt they heaved outwards another two inches. It wasn’t enough. Thomas pushed his chest out and with another grunt, his titties stretched and jiggled out even further until it looked as if they were each defying gravity.

Thomas got distracted by their enormity, and cupped his giant mitts to his giant pecs. Even with his new hand size, there was still ample man titty overflowing. Thomas brushed over his nipples with his fingers, and immediately let out a mighty groan. They were very sensitive, it seemed. With every squeeze of his chest, hair began to sprout atop it until hit chest was covered in wiry brown fur.

The rumble returned, but Thomas was too enraptured by his chest to notice. His stomach began to grumble, huge abs forming on top of his slightly bloated stomach, then his stomach swelled outwards into a belly.

“Mmmhhh,” Thomas was completely in his own world at this point, taking in his new body.

“Thomas! Thomas! The door!” Alex tried to warn Thomas to keep the door shut again, but it was too late. 

Jack began to open the door from the other side. With another grumble and groan, Thomas grimaced for a moment, before his belly swelled at once into a fully sized muscle gut, pushing the door shut again. Thomas patted his gut with a grin on his face.

Alex couldn’t believe his eyes. Thomas was huge. He was bigger than huge! How much does he even weigh now? Maybe he was safe with Thomas, even now!

Jack, on the other hand, was not having it. “Thomas, you better get out of that damn bathroom so I can give you a piece of my mind,” In the heat of recent events, Alex had forgotten just how deep Jack’s voice was. “I’m sick and tired of waiting around here! I’ve been trying to find us a way to get out of here and I get NO respect for anything that I have done today!”

Thomas’ grin dropped. Alex could see his expression through the mirror, and he didn’t want to think about what was going to happen next.

“Now you better get your fatass out here,” Jack continued berating Thomas, but Thomas was not having it. It looked like his frown drooped more, his brows getting more angry. But in reality, his head was expanding. To fit his huge body, Thomas’ face expanded in all directions, his jaw becoming almost brutish, his nose growing huge and cragged, chin expanding into a ball. It was bizarre how smooth his face transitioned as compared to the abruptness of his body’s transformation. His hairline shifted further back, creases and crags appeared on his face as he aged considerably. Thomas’ green eyes were now shaded under the canopy that was his brow, and despite how brutal his features were, the somehow retained a paternal feel to them. 

He scrunched his nose, and with a poof a big bushy mustache exploded out from underneath it, he groaned as he scratched at his jaw, bristled growing out into a beard that somehow made his jaw look even bigger than it already was. It was almost majestic, his new beard.

Thomas closed his eyes and stroked his beard, taking a deep breath.

“And quit babying that damn kid! He’s a grown up, for god’s sake!” Jack continued his tirade, and Thomas wasn’t having it. Alex knew Jack was talking about him, and felt embarrassed. He wondered if it was him that did this to his friends.

“Now you listen here, son,” Thomas’ voice was deeper than Jacks, and he was talking different too. Thomas reached a beefy paw to the door knob and backed his massive form up, bumping into Alex. “Scuse me, bud.” he looked at Alex for a moment before returning his attention to the door. Alex wanted to protest, but that tiny interaction left him speechless.

The door swung open and Alex’s heart stopped in anticipation.

Thomas was bigger than Jack. He had at least two inches on Jack. He was wider, he was bigger, he was more muscular. Alex couldn’t believe it. He also couldn’t believe that Jack didn’t even glance down once, as Thomas’ tool was still waving around like mad down there. 

“I don’t know what you’re babbling on about, but you better cut all that shit, y’hear me?” Thomas was so assertive against Jack, and though he knew that Thomas was on his side, he wasn’t sure anymore if it was really him in there. “What’rya trying to achieve here, huh? Trying to prove that you’re the big dog around here won’t get you anywhere so long as I’m here, I hope you know. And besides, can you quit it with all the yelling? You’re scaring the boy here, son!” Thomas  waved his mitt toward Alex, and Jack looked him dead in the eye. Alex felt like he was going to pass out.

 Jack began to fight back, jabbing his fingers into Thomas’ pec only for them to bounce off completely. “Alright, alright! I fuckin-” 

“Language, son,” Thomas interrupted him, and Jack grew angrier but stayed quiet. “Look, you’ve helped plenty already, but what do you mean you were trying to find a way out of here? You forget there was a front door, son?” He ended his statement with a deep chuckle.

“We’re snowed in you geezer, don’t you remember that much?” Jack was already becoming fed up with Thomas

It was bizarre for Alex to listen to them bicker. It was as if even with these new personas, they have known each other for a lifetime.

“You think about using those big muscles of yours for something other than flexing? Can you not just push the door open? It’s gonna be embarrassin’ for you if I take a shot at it and open it like nothing, I’ll tell you that much,” Thomas let out a hearty guffaw

“Yeah, yeah…look, if you’re that confident in yourself just be my guest, alright? Give it a shot, why don’tcha,”

These two, even now, have known each other forever. And even with these new personas, Alex was still being coddled, being babied like always. Everything changed, but had anything here really changed for Alex?

The two large men started walking towards the front door, though it looked more like waddles for them considering how thick their thighs were. They continued to bicker with one another on the trip towards that door. That front door with seemingly an impossible amount of snow behind it.

Jack now had an impossible amount of strength in him. Not only that, Thomas looked even stronger. Alex dreaded that if they opened that front door right there, then this hellish dream would be over. If they opened that door, then that would be the end of everything. No more being trapped in the cabin. No more Thomas and Jack. No more chances for Alex to catch up to his friends.

A hum began to ring out.

“It’s always like this!” Alex shouted out from behind. Thomas and Jack stopped in their places and turned to look back at him. 

“Y’alright, son?” Thomas inquired after a palpable moment of silence. 

“No. No, no, no! Nothing here is alright! The both of you just changed right before my very eyes and you ask me if everything is alright?” Alex was furious. His face was red, blood boiling. Thomas and Jack were both surprised that Alex was lashing out like that, it was so uncharacteristic of him to be so vocal. But something about it didn’t feel correct either. They knew who Alex was, but he seemed different in some unidentifiable way. “Ever since I have known the two of you, I have always been the one behind, always the one following in the shadow of your footsteps,” The humming grew louder within Alex’s ears, his head throbbing with anger. “You wanted to be stronger, Jack? I can hardly stand up for my goddamn self in any remotely stressful situation! You wanted Jack to listen to you, Thomas? I just hope that anybody would actually listen to me! All I ever am is a dead weight, dragging the two of you down. All I ever am is below you two, and for once in my life I want to stand beside the two of you as equals! Is that so much for me to ask of this world?” The humming reached an apex as Alex’s body heated up all at once.

Buckling under the crescendo of heat within, Alex stumbled and fell against the wall. Already his body was beginning to change, his clothes were beginning to rub all over. While Thomas and Jack had quite erratic changes, Alex’s was smooth in every way. Like some kind of weird CGI effect, Thomas and Jack watched in awe as The boy sprouted further in the air. Not only reaching towards the sky, but also towards the walls, his shoulders gurgling outwards at a steady crawl, torso deepening as it widened giving his body a strong looking form. 

Strong was a good way to describe how he was looking. His face had already hardened up a considerable amount, his youthful face still young, but a stronger young of much different genes and lineage. His legs were large, arms were large, and he looked like the definition of a male model. 

Alex was grinning. A grin so wide it was almost creepy. He felt so happy that he was finally undergoing a change. Would he finally find his place with these two? Something nagged at the back of his mind, though.

What was his relation with these two?

Shhhrip!

His shirt had torn over his toned arms and chest, his back about to follow in the same footsteps. He touched his larger palm to his stomach and felt abs appear from nothing, the heat of his skin almost hurting him. Alex knew these two for a very long time, he was sure of it. Going camping with these two, celebrating birthdays, going for a swim, they even showed up for his high school graduation. Not only his high school graduation, but all the graduations before that.

That didn’t make any sense. Hadn’t he met Thomas and Jack not too long ago? No, no, he specifically remembers them being at his middle school graduation. Even before that, he remembers his elementary school graduation. The further back he reminisced, the more memories he saw of Thomas and Jack. That didn’t sound right to him, though. Their names weren’t Thomas and Jack, he knew that, he just couldn’t place what their names really were. Was his name really Alex?

The more he remembered, the bigger he grew in size. He caught up to Jack in terms of height, and while he wasn’t as big as him, Alex’s size was now nothing to scoff at. His body continued to swell, pants shredding off, shoes snapping apart, he was on his way to only having his underwear on, like his father, Jack. His father?

Yes, of course. Jack was his dad. Alex remembered birthday parties with him when he was young, sitting in his lap and resting against his large chest. He remembered the banners, the decorations. 

‘Happy Birthday, —--’ 

He couldn’t make out what the text said, but he could hear the comments around him.

“Happy 8th, little man!”

“Hey, hope you have lots of cake, dude! Celebratin’ time!”

“I can tell he’s going to grow up to be quite the looker, Bill. Course, his looker of a dad certainly is to thank for that, eh?”

Bill. He heard someone say Bill, but that wasn’t his name.

A deep laugh rang out from above him. “Well, well, I do appreciate the compliments. Yes, I’m certain that he’ll grow up to be quite the man. Just like his Pops,”

He tried to remember who that was. In his memory, he looked up, searching for the origin of that voice, of that name. There he was, his father. And there he was again, right before his eyes in front of that cabin door. Jack.

Alex gasped for air as his body surged once again. He remembered now. It wasn’t Jack, it was Bill. Alex’s hair fluttered in the air before it appeared to lighten up. It bleached itself a few shades lighter while lengthening to just shy of what would attract comments of having such long hair.

He looked up at his dad’s face, Bill’s stern eyes expressing worry as they maintained eye contact, or at least as much worry as a masculine face like that could make. How could he forget his own dad? With that mystery solved, he shifted his gaze to Thomas.

How did he know Thomas? He searched back, diving through his mind to try and remember just who he was, but couldn’t place him.

“Do you…know who I am?” Alex caught his breath and asked his dad, hoping to bring any sort of recollection of what was happening to the surface.

“What kind of question is that?” Bill’s mouth shifted upwards into a hint of a smile. He spoke in a much calmer tone than before, the warmth of his voice naturally soothing to Alex’s ears. “Course I know you, you’re my son.”

Yes, that was correct. Alex stood up further, his change having slowed down by now. “And do you- do you know as well?” He shifted his attention again to Thomas, who proceeded to step forward and slap a paw on Bill’s shoulder.

“Well, I don’t know what kind’a man I would be if I’d forget,” His voice, although much more gruff than his dad’s, had a similar effect of calming Alex down. “You’re my grandson, of course!”

Alex’s eyes widened as soon as those words passed through his ears. Memories came flooding into his brain. His grandpa’s house, his grandpa picking him up from school in his beat up truck, garnering attention from everyone around to see, his grandpa treating him to fast food while his dad was still at work. He remembered going up to Bill whenever grandpa would leave, asking over and over “When can I see grampa Bruce again, dad?”

“Don’t you worry, he’ll be back before you know it, Jacob.”

Reality felt like it snapped in two, and all three of them lost balance as their ears were filled with a shrieking ringing. A new story had unfolded in the world, a new life filled with new experiences. Everything changed to fit their new lives into it, and their bodies were no exception.

With a yelp, Jacob surged in size yet again, his face aging a bit more and placed him at a youthful 23. His dick shot out at once, becoming a sizeable 8 inches. Jacob couldn’t handle all the pleasure that was thrusted upon him, and came into his underwear. His body was slightly smaller and leaner than his dad’s.

With a twinge of competitiveness, Bill fell against the couch as his body swelled as well. He groaned as he easily gained another 20 pounds of muscle all over his burgeoning body, and clenched his teeth as his face hardened with age, skin growing weather beaten and gray hairs appearing along his temples. He batted at his dick inside his briefs, and flooded them with his cum before gasping for air.

Bruce was likewise hit by the changes, but it seemed he was hit harder than the other two. He stumbled backwards towards the door, slamming into it like a solid brick wall. With a grunt and a moan, he thrusted his hips forward as his fur grew more concentrated, his already massive size swelling with one last hoorah. Thighs once again smashing against each other, ass reaching for the door, arms coiling with strength. Even his muscle gut inflated outwards another inch before his jugs stretched outwards as if to overtake his belly. Bruce stared downwards in shock , watching the titanium rod that was his dick disappear from view under his monumental muscle tits as they grew once more. It looked as if he had bowling balls implanted into his chest. Hot, juicy bowling balls right on his body. A rumble caught in his throat before he turned his head to the ceiling and moaned. One hand grabbing at his dick, the other squeezing his pec, Bruce’s beard fluttered outward further before the color drained out of it. His beard was a stark white, and the color spread upwards to his eyebrows and hair. Clenching his huge jaw, Bruce’s face became weighed down by age and life, the creases and folds deepening, hairline receding just a bit further. With a titanic roar that would make any beast cower in fear, the kaiju grandpa thrusted his hips and shot load after load of piping hot cum. 

Snap!

Bruce’s load was so powerful, he had pushed himself into the door and broke it off of the hinges. Still lost in his pleasure delirium, he kept pushing until the snow gave way. Bruce lost his balance and fell backwards out the door and onto the ground with an “Oof!”

The other two looked at his naked body on the ground, hardly even realizing that the door was just opened. The frigid, snowy wind blew right in through the new opening, surrounding the three men in what could only be described as a tornado of snow.

Out of the snow, clothes began to take shape, flowing around the men before wrapping tight against their swarthy bodies.

Jacob swatted at the wind as a trendy T-shirt was thrown onto his body, big blue jeans covering his legs.

Bill shut his eyes as a leather watch wrapped around his wrist. He opened his eyes at the unfamiliar weight and stared at it. It looked as if the color of the watch was melting down the length of his forearm, overtaking his body and leaving him with a brown V-neck longsleeve. Light gray chinos surrounded his big legs, and he saw that the watch was now a similar shade of gray.

Having fallen naked out the front door, snow was quick to gather on top of the valleys of Bruce’s body before melting into a lilac button up shirt that did nothing to hide his brutal form underneath. The top three buttons were left unbuttoned to accommodate for his enormous chest, his chest fair fluffing about in the wind. A massive pair of black jeans swarmed his legs, only being able to cover those monsters by a miracle.

The wind died down, and the three of them remained where they were, panting and wondering what had just happened.

A shrill ringing sounded off somewhere in the house, startling the three of them. After a moment, they realized that it was a phone ringing in the kitchen, one that had certainly not been there just a few minutes prior.

Not one to let a phone go to voicemail, Bill forced himself to walk his way into the kitchen and answer it, slapping Jacob’s shoulder on the way. “I got it, help your grandpa out, would you?”

“Oh, yeah, sure thing.” Jacob hardly knew how to react, everything about their current situation felt so strange but he couldn’t tell what. He jogged over to the door to help up his grandpa as best he could, but it was considerably difficult considering how much he weighed.

“Thanks, son,” Bruce huffed as he was helped onto his feet. “Don’t know what got into this old man to go down like that.”

Bill picked up the phone to what sounded like a very young voice. “Hello, thank you for picking up, we were beginning to get worried that we lost your connection in this snowstorm,” Bill supposed it was the police station checking in on them after all the sudden snowfall they got, but this boy sure sounded young. Workers sure do get younger with every passing day, that’s for certain. 

“Apologies for worrying anyone down there, we are quite alright where we are. Got snowed in a bit, but it was nothing for the three strong men we got in here.” Bill glanced at his father and son, smiling warmly.

“Great to hear. Just to keep things safe and sound, we sent someone to go and investigate your area just to be absolutely sure that no damage was done or anything of that sort.” His words were very concise and matter-of-fact, Bill could tell that it was a human, but it almost felt robotic the way he said it. He mentioned that they had sent someone out for them, but he hadn’t given them his location. They were quite a ways out in the boonies, after all.

“You sent somebody out here? Hey, do I know you? We are way out of the way of any other residence, how did you get our location-” He could barely get out the sentence before the call was dropped. Bill held the phone to his ear for a moment longer, taking in the strange conversation, while the phone emitted a droning hum in his ear.

Bill looked back at Jacob and Bruce, the two of them chatting it up while pushing the snow on the floor back outside. Bill put the phone back on its stand with a quiet “Ga-chnk!”

Papa me mando un vuelo para que viva unos años con mi abuelo, segun sus palabras "Te quiere conocer , solo te vio en foto , vas a disfrutar el lugar pasar tiempo con el porfa, ya esta a sus 70" Me sentia obligado pero bien comun y ambos estaran felices .

Llegar a Miami me recibio su chofer? "Eres el nieto Sr Jhotson?" Le confirme y me llevo directo a su mansion? Por que me oculto esto papa? creyo que seria un interesado?Deje mi equipaje , los sirvientes se encargarian, eran como 5 , todos chicos, de mi parecida contextura y altura."Ehm saben donde esta mi abuelo?" Consulte a unos de ellos , que fue amable a llevarme hasta su gimnasio, quede con mas dudas que respuestas, mi abuelo hace gimnasio? con su edad.

"Mr Jhotson, llego su sobrino" En menos de un segundo y estuvimos solo los dos "Ehm Abuelo?" Quede en shock, vi un hombre de la altura de un gigante con una barba meztiza levantando unas pesas de 700 Kg , sus grandes muculos sudaban , las venas sobresalian "AHHjj , nuevo record, demaciado facil todavia JAJAJ... ¿Mhh? ¡¡Nieto!!" Se lanzo sobre mi exprimiendo todo mi cuerpo con su abrazo muscular.

Ahora entendi por que mi papa dijo que iba disfrutar el lugar, solo deseo que sea mentira que se pone agresivo el abuelo cuando no tiene lo que quiere

Am I the only one who thinks they would have a grandfather grandson relationship?

my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”

The ironwoods

Robert Ironwood (He/Him) is the leader of the ironstrikers, an infamous group of thieves and insurgents that lurks in new eden underground. Despite his age and physical condition, ironwood is a fierce and cunning man, leading many strikes and attacks against the city authorities and the wealthy families they protect.

Ironwood lives alone with his granddaughter (She/Her), a stern, mistrusting but caring young woman who serves as his advisor and confidant. The girl cares little for her grandfather's ambitions, preferring to follow her own goal of finding a girlfriend, but she remains very loyal and protective of the man who raised her and would harshly punish anyone who would dare come after him.

Ao meu querido Bisavô Domingos.

Sempre serás minha maior fonte de inspiração, meu herói. Lembro-me de quando brincavamos à beira da sua cama de barquinho de pepel, guiava-me em alto mar e me contava suas histórias de marinheiro. Todos os monstros que enfrentamos em batalha era um aprendizado, e a principal delas foi: proteger e aproveitar cada momento com as pessoas que amamos. E nesse mar turbulento da vida, hoje o Senhor me guia aí do céu.

Você é Minha Eterna Saudades e o Grande Amor da Minha Vida 💙

Layssa Alves

Grandpa died an hour ago. 

I’m not sure how I feel. Hearing my father cry over the phone before he abruptly hung up puts the whole situation in a more acutely verifiable light than did my mother breaking the news, which simply put me in shock. And shock, though immediately jolting, is actually quite a numbing sensation once it settles. 

In a patriarchal society such as China, the death of a father’s father is a deeply transformative ordeal. The family unit is central to Chinese culture, philosophy and political science. Everyone is now looking to my father, the youngest of his siblings but the only brother to his three sisters, to lead the family into mourning. 

My father is grieving in a way that I can’t understand because since I left China at three years old, I had only a cross-continental relationship with my grandparents. To me, my grandfather was an obstinate man. That’s what I know him for primarily. He survived nearly 10 years on dialysis when younger victims of acute kidney failure maxed out at eight on average. After he was hospitalized a week ago after partying too hard at my cousin’s wedding banquet, he repeatedly tried to escape.

But then what made my grandfather human to me was a story my mother once told me about him when all I personally knew of the man was his short temper and his illness. 

When my grandfather was young and his mother passed away, he had been presented with the challenge of finding a place to bury her. Back then, Chinese families were buried in clan plots. My great-grandmother was either a divorced, illegitimate or second wife to my great-grandfather, but in any case she was not an actual member of the Du clan. She could not be buried in the Du plots nor her maiden family’s plots because she had technically married. Thus, my grandfather personally begged each household of his father’s family to allow him to bury his mother on their land, carrying her ashes from door to door. 

No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard my father cry, but what unsettles me more than that are my dry eyes. I don’t want to over-analyze my feelings toward my grandfather. There are lots of things I don’t understand about him, such as his feelings toward his American granddaughter for one.

Respect is all my family asks. This is where the etiquette of mourning comes into play. Ritual covers for awkward, ambiguous feelings.

Drawing by my grandfather.

J Forest Vey.

Charcoal on paper with wooden frame.

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https://www.instagram.com/crystoballs/p/CXOpo5nOHk2/?utm_medium=tumblr

Decided to post a picture of my grandpa and me from when I was younger, and one of him being the goofball he was lol. Just because. ❤️

I Miss You

When gramps said he wanted to get healthier i jumped at the chance and asked to help him with it.

I always loved my grams ever since my parents left me with him since young, and would do anything for him.

He was already 75 years old, hairs all over him was mostly grey and he was somewhat obese, body jiggled as he walked.

As i was ordering some health products, i saw something branded "miracle", and their motto was makes you better then when you were young. They had a lot of products which were cheap so i ordered quite a few from their catalouge.

As i got them, i tried them out first to check if they were safe. There were some instructions in there but i flew by those, and after a few days i did feel more energetic so i thought i should give them to my gramps tomorrow.

I prepared everything for my gramps and laid out his exercise regiment, saying that i will return home later after work.

A while later i got a text saying get home quick and nothing more. So i rushed back home and dashed to the home gym where i saw him last.

What i saw was beyond comprehension. Sitting there was my gramps, but he was bulging with muscles, his clothes looked painted on him and the grey hairs on his body now colored.

As he looked at me, he now stood up and started to walk towards me. Everything about him is huge, his head almost scraping the ceiling, then i noticed in his shorts was something monstrous and was getting hard.

Then gramps started to talk to me with a smile.

-Thank you for what you did to me or should i say what those supplements did. I looked thru the instructions and it said if taken by the elderly may cause drastic changes and never take 2 or more different "miracle" product in less then 30 min from one another.

Suddenly he lifted me with just one hand and started walking upstairs. I can only imagine what'll happen next with each thud as we got closer to his bedroom.

I have magic to change anyone into anything but its very uncontrollable. One second you’re talking with your mom the next she becomes a 7ft Mr. Olympia competitor. Well it’s not all bad there are times when it comes useful other than satisfying my lustful urges. Take this one time where I was volunteering at my grandfathers’ retirement home.  As we were walking beside the railing his cane snapped and he was falling, couldn’t do anything but watch then my powers kicked. As he was falling he kept changing and when he finally fell he became this. He was strong enough that the fall did nothing and i got to keep my grandfather living a long time.

Hey you didn't have anything in the fridge except a banana, so that's what i gave to your grandpa.

--What?! That was something experimental from the lab!

Wtf! Let's hurry, hope he hasn't eaten it yet.

--Gramps don't eat the banana!

**Too late there kiddo, already took a bite and I've never felt better in my life!

**Look at what your food made me into, even in my younger years never have I looked as great as this.

--We better go back to the lab and run some tests to be safe.

**Okay, I'm fine with that but what's that?

--What's what? Hmmmrphg??!!!

**I'm doing this, because I care for you okay. Don't worry when the stuff starts it's really pleasurable.

**Hey, you there. There's still some banana left wanna eat what's left?

I was pushing my client for one more push when a flash blinded me.

When my sight came to i was surprised everyone skinny to average became huge and anyone over became short and skinny

It looks like everyone is either surprised, shocked or in despair from what happened. It's so weird now, some time already passed but some clients still come to us for help in training and such.

These big and muscular beasts getting help from us small folk, a few even became new trainers.

The only thing is this new dynamic didn't stop in the gym the whole world got affected by it, even at home i feel awkward having to teach my son, best friend, brother, father, even my grandfather ranging in height of 7-10ft. I'm gonna let you guys imagine who's who in height.

I wonder how other people are coping with this new world dynamic after the "Swap"

“Uhhhhh I can explain this”

“You took my grandfather’s jockstrap and wear it????? My gosh”

“I am… so… rrry” David’s voice is slowly getting deeper and deeper

That underwear he is wearing is from my grandpa, he was one of the best soldier in millatary, the word “best” is not in term of leader or anything, it stands for his unusual strength and his intense sex drive. He was well known for his enormous frame and his giant dick, giving seed to everyone he wanted. Because of that I had a hard time to find a boyfriend without him being some of my long lost cousin. But my grandpa’s power is some kind of course passed down to generations through an underwear. I know it is ridiculous, but that explains everything about my father and my uncle’s bodybuilder body, strength that can carry a car without wiping a sweat, their intense sex too.

I was about to surprise my boyfriend by wearing this in front of him, but he wanted to “share” his love with me so bad so he thought it was cute to wear my clothes. Now look at him, a hulk like body appeared out of nowhere, everything of him exploded in size in few minutes and some grunts, his clothes ripped off by his giant muscles and his grips, rock liked, solid abs, muscles just stack constantly. His manhood decided to grow as well, about to rip off my grandpa’s underwear.

I watched in…. some kind of satisfaction, I am a top like dominant, but the idea of getting fucked hard and carried by a bigger dude, turns me on.

And I guess I am even more horny now with his slowly deeper voice and beard, with more idea of being a masculine man come through his mind. His young and twink face has gone, replaced by more angular, masculine features, with his hungry eye looking for some hole to put up his seed.

“Ahhhhh sorry bae, my body is still heated up by those training” Great, now David the twink is replaced by some David the Military daddy, but I am not complain tho. He slowly walk to me, grab my hand and push me back to the wall, I can smell his hungry hormone and his manly sweat. His breath really turns me on, he slowly unpacked the underwear, with leaking cum pouring out the floor sticking from his dick. He kissed my neck

“Hungry?”

“You know it”

“Bae”

Slowly he turned me back and violently throb his manhood through my hole, fuck me with no concept of time. His seed slowly feel out my hole, flexing his hulk body, making loud grunt, no satisfaction yet, ready for other round till I lost count after 6 rounds. Am i mad for his stolen chance of becoming a true man? Not really. I am not complain for being a bottom now. Knowing a daddy will always be with me. Fuck, take care of me, fuck, repeat, I should give it to him sooner.

My grandfather here is so happy in winning his case, especially since his is the first where the criminals’ size gets transferred to him the victim. The criminal Greg was a big guy around 6′5ft and close to 300 lbs of brawn. 

Everyone and anyone had flocked towards the chambers for this moment and by god what a moment it was. The pod where Greg was opened first and we saw coming out was guy smaller than what my grandpa was when he entered, then when my grandpas pod opened he needed help getting out as he was squeezed inside. Now around 7ft and who knows how heavy he is now my grandfather has welcomed his renew vitality and even helps the town with his new strength and size. 

Remembering my grandfathers. Such happy memories.

Happy to see his son 💚