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“Scientists all around the world still haven’t found a reason why every black male on the planet is suddenly experiencing a drastic decrease in muscle and penis size. It is unknown if this has something to do with the simultaneous increase of overall size, that male persons with Asian inheritance all over the world have been experiencing. Despite having not yet found a cause for this change scientists have started calling this phenomenon ‘The Great Reversal’. My name is Jeonyin Harper and this is CNN News.”, finished the now hulking anchorman, his suit painfully tight against his giant frame.

Sighing I turned the TV off, the report having only confirmed what I already guessed. After a last few tugs I packed my dick back into my underwear, pleased with the obvious bulge it made. I walked upstairs and entered the bathroom, passing the pictures of my family in the hallway. While my mother was Asian, meaning her entire side of the family now had hulking males, while his father was a white businessman, owning his own successful company, explaining their huge mansion.

Entering the bathroom I stood in front of the mirror, and decided to snap a few selfies, fixing how the cap, which had set all of this in motion on my head. “Yeah, Instagram is gonna love this.”, I said and posted it right away. In the last days my Instagram had undergone a dramatic change. No more nerdy anime pics ans pseudo-poetic stuff, but instead it was now filled with pics of my incredibly built body and the sizable bulge in my underpants.

Originally I had wanted to buy a cap to cover up my bad greasy hair and look a little cooler, but that was a wasted hope. Standing almost a head lower than everyone else and being quite chubby made me look just as cool as my shoulder long unruly straight black hair. I went to the mall with my three best friends Chad, Bob and DeShawn. DeShawn was a basketball player, who was at least half a foot taller than the rest of us and really built. People would always wonder why he hung out with us, but before puberty he had been a nerd like us and we still were friends. Bob was always pretty average. Like me he came from a wealthy family, but otherwise he didn’t really stand out with his blond locks and average height. And then there was Chad. He was by far my best friend, maybe because he was Asian like me or because we grew up together. Though he wasn’t exactly handsome either, his body frail and short, combined with a too big nose made him look weird. Oh, and he is gay, having come out last year, though he hadn’t put a move on any of us. 

So we walked through the mall and suddenly Bob noticed a shop. It was very narrow and everybody was passing by without giving it a second look, but we walked right into it. There was no sign indicating the name, but it was just what we were looking for. Clothes covered every free inch of the shop. I walked straight towards the caps and took one out. You may have guessed, but it was that plain black I wear in the pictures. I asked the shop’s owner how much it would cost and a little bit of haggling later I handed him 5 dollars. before he handed it over again he looked me in the eye and whispered: “It may change all of you.” I gave him a quizzical look and turned to leave, putting on the cap on my way. When it hit my head the shop owner made a strange gesture and a blinding light engulfed me. 

Suddenly I felt heavier and taller and a look over to my friends surprised me even more. The formerly towering DeShawn had suddenly dropped over a foo in height and lost all his hard earned muscle, whereas Chad had gotten everything DeShawn had lost. He was now a breathing block of muscle, towering over the newly black twink. Bob was totally freaked out by the change and looked totally helpless, while the transformed ones themselves were totally panicked. Than they turned at me. “Man you are huge. Even bigger than me.”, Chad said with admiration and than I noticed my body.  Whereas Chad or the Pre-Change-DeShawn had been big, I was enormous. Another 4″ taller than Chad and far wider. 

So after a some back and forth everyone accepted the changes and it turned out DeShawn was gay. Of course Chad took the opportunity and made him his boyfriend. I myself went over to the head cheerleaders house and spent the remaining afternoon fucking her brains out. Though it only started with her. The rest of the cheerleaders and some of the black football and basketball players didn’t escape my by now legendary horse dick either. I might have to go to some sorority houses with some of the Asian guys form the chess team to get some new fucks. The girls really like to lick the hard deeply cut sixpack I call my own and the rockhard full round pecs above it. Or hang from the strong humongous biceps I have, losing themselves in my deep darkbrown almond eyes and tracing my lantern jaw with their manicured nails, feeling the dense stubble underneath.

But the girls really like one thing the most: Squeezing my muscular glutes while they take every inch of my 12″ cock down their throats. I can only conclude the cap really made me popular, especially with the girls, seeing how it made me go from virgin to sex beast in a matter of hours.

Hey there! There is that one guy in my in computer class who thinks he's better than me and he has gained over the summer time. Can you do something about it?

Of course I can’t let a loyal reader of mine have complexes because of some random guy, can I. So what to do with you? I think I have just the right thing to help you. You see that boxer shorts there? I have cast a little spell on them and then left them in a power gym for a while. I don’t think any of the guys will miss what the briefs absorbed.

It should take some time for the briefs to do their magic to you. Though there’s something I should tell you. As long as the magic is preparing is you should not take the boxer briefs off, it may have some unexpected side effects. But I bet you don’t really want to take them off, do you? That warm pleasant feel spreading from your crotch all through your body is something you don’t wanna miss.

Over the course of the next days you may find yourself embracing the feeling more and more. An with it you develop more and more confidence. Normally you’d walk around quite timidly but now you strut around with a cocky swagger. I’m sure your nemesis has noticed it too.

Additionally you seem to be growing in height, am I right? You seem to be pushing 6′4″, judging from how the quarterback has to look up to you. And have you been working out or is it just the briefs? You are so beefy I can almost hear the envy of every guy working out in the gym. You should try out for the football team. Oh, you already did? And you were offered linebacker? Good for you.

Seems like the only thing growing  faster than your body is your beard. You have only shaved an hour ago? With that much stubble I would have thought it’s been three days. You must sweat testosterone, which means the brief’s are drained of their magic. I think you can take them off now. Easy there big guy, not so fast, you could poke an eye out with that thing. 

Seems like the briefs gave you a little boost down there too. But judging from that rumbling dumb chuckle I hear from you, they didn’t do your brain a favor. Well I guess I can gift the IQ-charged briefs to another dumb gym bunny then. What am I talking about? Oh nothing big guy. 

How about you go next door and give that newly moved in woman a welcome gift. Yeah that one, you dumb lug *tugs your dick*. I guess you’ll have no trouble with that arrogant guy now, just be sure to switch to sports education, ‘kay? 

Any chance you could help me get upper hand on my bully at school please. He’s a big dude and it’s getting harder and harder to avoid him, he’s basically seeking me out to torment.

Ah bullying is a crappy way of experiencing school. I know that first hand, since I myself was target of it, but those jerks learned the hard way not to mess with a transformacist like myself. I won’t go into detail, but I really enjoyed how Tom cupped my bulge. I should really tell you that story some day.

But for now we’ll focus on your problem. What to do with an asshole like your bully. We could of course make him into an item of clothing, like a jockstrap or a shirt for you. But that’s a little too easy on him and I’m not that good with inanimate transformations. Same goes for animal transformations, though I could picture him as a rather cute dog. But I guess the most effective way of teaching him a lesson is the simplest one.

I’ll give you this little app. It only works once and only while you’re in school, but be sure you’re alone with your bully when you use it, otherwise it could lead to some rather unpleasant results.

You should lure him into an empty hallway and when he’s about to hit you again, hit the button. You will feel all of your bullies power being sapped away  and poured into your own rather unimpressive body. Though the unimpressive part won’t be true for much longer. As your bully’s body shrinks in size and his bones crack as they compress, you can feel yourself inching taller and taller, until he only sees the bottom of your widening pigeon chest.

While his muscles fade away, yours begin to balloon into all directions. Your arms swell into huge guns. Man, you could probably crush a coconut on your biceps if you wanted, but if you ever do I want to see it. Your shoulders widen, so you’ll probably push a lot of people to the side when you strut through the hallways, like the alpha you’re becoming. And now for my favorite part your chest and sixpack. Your formally flat pectorals push so far out in front of you now, that they cast a shadow over your washboard abs and of course the cowering figure of your former bully.

Oh, did I forget to mention that the app also transferred all of your bully’s dominance over to you? That’s why you’re feeling like a god now. I took the freedom of covering your lower part with a towel, since you don’t want to cause a drama at school, do you? I might also have blown up your former bullies ass a bit, just for your pleasure.

Just wait till you’re home till you explore the awesomeness that lies beneath that towel and how much your former bully longs to have his hole filled by you. Let’s just say you’ll have a hard time avoiding fucking his ass.

Hey, I’m a freshmen in college and am trying to get into some clubs so I can improve my social life. I’m a huge fan of basketball and used to play all the time, but I can’t get anywhere near the court because it’s dominated by tall huge black guys. I’m a short Asian guy studying mathematics and wish I could fit in, if only so I can do a sport I love.

I have waited for quite some time for an opportunity like this. A friend of mine had given me this coin a long time ago and after a few analysis spells I finally found out what it could do. It would be ideal for your situation, but there are some side effects. You should only flip this coin if you’re prepared to lose what makes you yourself. Don’t rush this … And he flipped the coin. Ouch, what a blinding light…

As you find your vision refocused you notice that the strange little man who had been there only seconds before was gone. You walk forward as you try to remember what you were just doing, when *BAM* you hit your head on a doorframe. “Wasn’t I supposed to be short?”, you think, but then you chuckle. It’s ridiculous to think you’d be short, Asians don’t get any shorter than 6 feet and you’re well above that number, by about a foot that is.

The familiar sound of you hitting your head has immediately brought your roommate to the scene. The small black guy is called Jamal and approaches you. But Jamal is supposed to be the captain of the basketball team. You find yourself chuckling again as this thought crosses your mind. Black guys are just made to be short, no way a barely 5′6″ like him could be on the all Asian basketball team, let alone the captain. After all that’s your position.

“Come on big guy, let me help you to feel better.”, Jamal says and drops to his knees. He slowly caresses your deeply cut, legendary eightpack abs and traces your Apollo’s belt and finally pulls down your pants. He lets out a surprised sound as your giant tool slaps him across the face and looks at it with curious eyes. Like he had not sucked it hundreds of times before. Okay, since when do I have this bulging muscles and gargantuan cock? And since when does Jamal suck my cock? You break into genuine laughter this time. Not only are you an athlete, which gives you a nice physique, but you also inherited the Asian’s disposition towards building muscle like a balloon. And with that comes the near elephantine tool, which the little black guys have enjoyed sucking on, ever since you turned 16.

As you shoot your load down Jamal’s throat and he begins to lick your cock clean, you make your schedule for the day. First you’d give Jamal a good fuck, then you’d have the little math student next door give you some tutoring before fucking him too. then you have basketball practice with your fellow Asian bros and to finish the day you’ll probably take some cheerleaders back to your room and fuck them while watching Netflix. You’ll just have to have Jamal prepare it for you, otherwise it can be hard for a dumb lug like you, but it’s not your fault. All Asians are like that.

I’ve recently gotta a job at resort, it’s a beautiful place in the Caribbean. Amazing beaches and clear waters, I’m loving it. But... I’m the only white guy on staff, literally everyone else is a local, and they are either gorgeous black women or football player sized black guys. Its actually effecting my job, some guests seem to pass me by because I obviously don’t work at the resort because I’m white. Any way you could help?

Of course we can’t have that have effect on your job. Not only are you a valuable customer, but the resort you mentioned is also a valuable partner of our agency. It won’t be a classic travel, but I guess you’ll still like it. Just take that “All Inclusive”-ribbon and enjoy the results.

Just like instructed you wear the ribbon on your next day of work. It looks a little stupid, especially since you have to look after the bar. People give you weird looks as you try to mix a decent cocktail. Unluckily you are not much of a bartender and soon enough are superseded by Luke, one of the stereotypical black guys who work at the resort. His cocktail making or to be precise the twitching of his biceps and bouncing of heavy pecs draw in the guests, especially the female ones, since his tall stature allows for another big bouncy thing to be visible and I’m not talking about that beefy ass.

You make your way towards the pool, still sad about what happened. Sitting down you look around, spotting the resort’s beefy and curvy employees flirting with the guest. You feel extremely jealous as suddenly the ribbon starts to glow and you feel it yank you forward. Caught by surprise you fall into the pool. Unnoticed to you the ribbon stretches out over both of your arms, covering them in tattoos.

Good thing you were always a good swimmer. Thanks to your tall height and giant size 20 feet you rocked all the swimming lessons, being faster than the other students by several seconds. Though if you wanted you could always walk in the deep end of the pool too. The only thing that hindered you a little was that massive bubble butt though.

Of course you had the mass to compensate for that. Your massive arms and tree trunk legs catapulting you through the water at incredible speeds. Despite that you were eventually thrown out of the swimming team for being simply too big. That’s when you had to move on to football, your bulky muscles making you perfect for the position of linebacker. Still you stuck to lifting weights and only expanded your muscular frame. 

You climb out of the pool, the men and women around you swooning at the mere sight of your shiny bald head and masculine handsome features, which both go extremely well with your ebony skin color. The deep set coffee brown eyes and broad nose enhance the star footballer/ champion weight lifter look of your body. Your permanent trademark sexy smile is a massive turn on for the guests too of course.

Suddenly a woman, an employee of the resort, comes walking towards you. Her hips swayed seductively and the way she moved her thighs together when she stopped n front of you gave away her arousal. “Andre, the guests need your services.”, she says biting her lip as you subconsciously make your heavy muscular pecs dance.Without a further word you walk past her and make your way towards the main building.

You arrive at the uppermost apartment of the building and are greeted by the sight of your special guest. Without any introduction you rip apart your already struggling speedo and have your mammoth cock break free. The guest is visibly turned on by having your delicious footlong cock on full display. Some minutes later you find yourself in the master bedroom, fucking the guest like the bull you are, both of your moans shaking the room’s windows.

Your job at the resort is special. You are basically only there for a single room, the Stallion Suite. Whenever you are asked to by the guests, you are to go there and jackhammer your mouthwatering elephantine tool up their pussies, asses or mouths. While they’re resting you are free to do what you want. Swim, eat or fuck some of the other guests, your choice. Just make sure to be there for Stallion Suite guests, as the hotel’s main attraction you have to be reliable after all.

Household Chores

Life has been very kind to me. I have a huge house with 8 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, an indoor pool and even an own tennis court on the excessive property. I have a nice job as a professor at the local college, a job which is well paid and allows me to research whatever I like, thanks to a little arrangement with my boss. I also have a loving wife, who is currently abroad. But the probably the 4 incredibly hot bodybuilders who do whatever I tell them.

It all started out a little weird. You see one day we got a new assistant at our lab, Leyla. She was pretty hot, but something about her just didn’t seem right. It was almost like she was too pretty, too smart and too friendly. Simply overall too perfect. Of course everyone immediately took a liking to her, but I was cautious and tried to keep my distance towards her. 

When she approached me some time later to ask why I avoided her, I told her she seemed suspicious and that I thought she hid something. I had wanted to lie, but when she looked me in the eyes, I couldn’t help but tell the truth. She just raised an eyebrow, chuckled and sighed “There’s always this one guy …”. I gave her a quizzical look to which she replied: “Come on, I’ll invite you to a coffee and explain things.” I wanted to make up some excuse to go home to my wife, but just nodded and followed after her.

When we had sat down it was like someone had opened a floodgate. She whispered to me about how she came from a long line of witches and had used her powers to let her appear prettier and more sympathetic than she was. Her intelligence was no trick though, she said, obviously proud of that fact. She also told me that one in a thousand people could see through her magic, me seemingly being one of them. She begged me to not tell anyone, cause her magic would be dispelled if I did and that she would do me a favor if I didn’t.

I didn’t have to think long about what I would do. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my wife from the bottom of my heart, but I always had a thing for bodybuilders. From the first time I saw them on TV I admired these big men and felt myself drawn to them. I had tried training up to this shape, but failed spectacularly. All these big guys in the gym just wrecked my concentration. Over the time my desires changed however. Instead of being a bodybuilder myself I wanted these guys around me.

As I told her this she just chuckled and nodded. Finally she did a few complicated looking hand motions, before diving her hand into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out and old looking golden ring. “I read your mind some time ago and knew what you wanted.”, she said and laughed, leaving me a bit embarrassed, that I had just expressed these thoughts in a public space. “Oh don’t blush, it’s fine. As for the handling of this little ring here, just point at any guy you want and say the following words: ‘Sed pellentesque ‘.”

“Come on, professor, try it out on that cute barista over there.”, she suggested. A little doubtful I put the ring on, pointed at the barista and said the words. Immediately he looked like a  bolt of lightning had struck him. Then he walked over to our table, without one of the other customers minding the suspicious behavior of the young man. “What can I do for you, master?”, the barista just asked in a slightly nervous tone, like he wasn’t sure he could do it. “He’ll really do anything you ask, trust me. And don’t mind the other people here, they won’t mind, thanks to the rings magic.”, Leyla said and winked at me, “Literally anything.” She stressed that last remark with a gesture that loosely resembled the silhouette of a bodybuilder.

With a feeling like cotton in my mouth I told the young man: “I want you to look like you have been bodybuilding for a couple of years.” Suddenly the young man let out a groan. His unimpressive body started to change and bulge, I could literally see the muscles growing under his clothes. Speaking of which, his plain white shirt simply disintegrated as powerful shoulders and arms that looked about as thick as his thighs. Of course he got plate sized hands and a nice pair of lats too, added to the humongous chest and strong midsection. Add in a nice muscular butt and a pair of legs that looked like redwoods cut out of marble and you can definitely say he did as I said.

The most amazing thing about the young guy’s transformation into a huge bodybuilder was however the fact, that nobody but me and Leyla had noticed it. Even when I told the former barista to suck me off in the middle of the cafe everybody else acted like it was the most normal thing in the world to see a college professor sucked off by a huge, near nude meathead. Afterwards I took him home, thinking he’d make for a good servant around the house. Justin as his name turned out to be, did really well, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, I had pretty much erased his former life after all.

As I told this to Leyla, she just told me that the feeling would eventually finished and she was right. When I saw how happy Justin was with following my commands, it felt like I had done the right thing. That was about a year ago and today Justin has been joined by other guys. 

The bald one you see in the picture above, Mike, was formerly an assistant in my lab, who had a really bad temperament and nearly punched me when I told him he wouldn’t accompany me to a business trip. Nick, the one with the beard on the right was a guy I Had met in the subway. He had fallen asleep and murmured something about wanting to be a bodybuilder, so I kind of granted his wish. The black guy is my former best friend James. He had gone through a really bad breakup, which had pretty much ended with his wife getting all his stuff and even the custody for their children. After a night of drinking too much he almost jumped from a bridge and I had to cast the ring’s magic on him.

He is the guy who has still a kind of free will, since I didn’t want him to be completely dependent on me. Because he is now also in charge of the other guys and like my second in command and gives orders to his colleagues when I’m not around. He even fucks them when they get too horny to wait or when I’m too tired.  You may wonder why I tell you all this, right? Well James said we could use a new pool boy so I invited you, my friend. I hope you like strutting around naked. Sed pellentesque.

The Trunks of The Wild

Dr. Steve Harrison had stayed at his office long this evening. After some years of research and several expeditions he had finally found what he had been looking for. Deep within the South American Amazon jungle he and his colleagues had at last found the legendary trunks, which he had been researching for all of his work life. He had spent nearly 20 years trying to find this peace of clothing, got divorced from his wife, because she thought he spent too much time at his office and even got laughed at by colleagues.

And yet, despite all odds, he finally held the relic in his hands, which had among others inspired the story of Tarzan, the Trunks of the Wild. Though admittedly for such little clothing the word trunks was a bit stretched, it was just two pieces of cloth, connected by two thin strips of fabric. And yet he could almost feel the magic emanating from it. He stood there and inspected the trunks, searching for any trace of hormones, minerals or the like. Simply anything that would prove this thing was special in some way. But for now his test had only shown one thing on the clothing: Lots of old cum, something he was able to tell from simply the musky smell of the clothing.

He sighed in frustration. The tests all simply showed, that he had an average piece of clothing before him. But he knew it was special. All of a sudden he heard a whisper in his head: “Put us on.” The voice was deep and melodic, like someone who embodied masculinity itself was whispering into his ear. Steve hesitated. Did he really wanna do this? After all this small piece of clothing would look ridiculous on his old nerdy body. “Put us on.”, the voice whispered again, more insistent and even deeper than the last time. He didn’t have a doubt now, the voice had pushed everything out of his mind, leaving just the need to try the trunks on.

He quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, grimacing slightly when he gazed down his unsightly body. But he had to do as the voice said, so he pulled off his tight white briefs and gave his small dick a sad look. “That will change soon enough.”, the voice assured him and he quickly stepped into the Trunks. As he pulled the relic up his skinny legs, he felt the power resonating from it. Like the voice he had heard, the aura of the pants on his legs, felt like the presence of masculinity incarnate. Finally he pulled the trunks all the way up and closed his eyes.

Immediately he felt the power of the relic flow through his body and resonate with his every cell. He felt like his whole being had been set on fire, from his head, which seemed to burst, to his body, which felt like someone was trying to burn him, and even his mind, which felt like he was being pulled apart. And then he saw what was happening to him. At first he thought his skin was being burned for real, but then he realized his skin was darkening by the second. He had been white as a ghost before, just some light tan had remained from his latest expedition, but now he was nearing ebony black territory.

At the same time, he felt his shoulders being pulled apart, becoming far wider and at the same time rounding out and gaining mass, until they had a shape most guys had to work years for. While he was occupied with his shoulders, he barely noticed his waist becoming smaller, giving him an insane V-shape. To compensate for his wider shoulder, his lats and pecs grew as well, making his back look like a pair of wings and his chest like two pillows had been attached to it, the only difference being, they were hard as granite. 

His stomach rumbled as the individual abdominal muscles hardened and grew bigger, slowly forming a cobblestone road of abs, which somewhere in the back of his head he was sure he could have washed clothes on. His legs transformed into two beautifully muscled, ebony tree trunks, the individual strings of brawn clearly divided from each other and powerful veins pumping blood into them. The calves, which had by now blossomed on his lower legs, looked like diamonds attached to the back of his legs and were at the very least just as hard.

The biggest change however happened between his legs. While his giant legs forced his package forward, his formerly small balls ballooned with probably the most potent cum any human had ever carried, and dropping lower than Steve’s balls ever had and rounding out to about baseball size. As the deep brown color spread to his 3 inch cock, it lengthened, hardened and widened. Veins began delivering hormone heavy blood to the growing tool, forming a net on the professors’s dick. Not that Steve saw the changes happening between his legs, the Trunks barely concealed them. 

As Dr. Harrison began massaging his cock through the clothing, he could feel the fabric twist and change under his grab. While the original form of the relic would only have covered about a third of the magnificent new weapon of ass destruction, the shorts shifted to become closed at the bottom, giving the heavy weight at least some support and even concealing it and it’s two low hanging companions.

Steve was still enjoying the afterglow of his transformation, he heard the same voice as before begin a chant “Fuck, Lift, Repeat”. Over and over again the deep bass repeated the three words and they replaced the majority of Steve’s over thought’s  Before long the new black stud noticed, that the voice was no longer saying the words in his mind, but that the words were flowing out of his own mouth. The same deep, commanding, confidence oozing voice he had heard before was now his own.

Suddenly S knew his mission. He’d have to go to a gym, start by breaking every record in the gym, proceed by showing everyone his superior masculine body and then take one or two guys there and show them the temple of the wild, his incredible build, with which the Trunks had gifted him. As he closed the door of his office, the name on the door began to change into that of his former colleague, erasing the presence of Dr. Steve Harrison. Now there was only S and he’d spread the message the trunks had given him and show the others the blessing of the wild. 

Lingering Magic

It was the night of Halloween and Alan was getting ready for a party. His bro Rick had invited him over to his house, where he was having costume party for all the college’s athlete’s, swimmers, wrestlers, footballers and the like. But probably best of all was that Rick had also invited their cheerleading squad as well as the teams from two other campuses, meaning there’d be an abundance of pussies to plow. Just thinking about it, Alan could feel his sizable tool getting hard. He’d show these cheerleaders why he was called “The Piledriver”.

Rick hadn’t been very specific as to what the costumes should be like, just shrugging and saying they should wear whatever they wanted. Though when Alan had asked him if he was kidding, Rick just smirked and said he had planned “a special surprise” for the party. Knowing Rick Alan thought that meant his bro would probably turn up in some awkward fairy outfit or something. Rick was always pulling pranks like that. For example he turned up as a flamenco dancer, red dress, high heels and everything. Miraculously he still went home with the captain of the cheer squad and Sarah didn’t even look that drunk.

Alan chuckled as he thought of that. Rick was really the master of pick-up lines. But this year Alan would steal the show. His costume consisted of a loincloth with leopard print, a necklace with fake animal teeth and a hollow mace filled to the brim with condoms. His caveman costume left all of his hard earned muscles on display, really showing off why he deserved to be the captain of the wrestling team. He wasn’t as stocky as most of his teammates, but rather on the cut side. Though he was just as big as the rest of the team, if not bigger.

Finally after having styled his mop of brown hair to look especially wild and unruly and making sure his loincloth accentuated the size of his dick enough he was on his way to the house next door. Luckily he wouldn’t have to walk far to get to the party, or get back to his room with a girl later. On his way out he looked into his little brother’s room. While Alan was a total jock, who had been blessed by puberty, it had pretty much passed by his brother. Matty was nerdy and the only real change puberty had given him was a growth spurt of about half a foot, making him a little over 5′8 and thin as a stick.

The little guy was facing his computer, probably writing another superman fan fiction or wanking off to some weird Hentai. Alan just sighed, but his fists clenched. He really didn’t want to be angry, but every time he saw Matty, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the nerd that was his brother. Luckily only a few of his best friends knew of their kinship and even those were too much. “I’m off to Rick’s party. Don’t do anything weird, I’ll be back later.”, Alan said plainly and left the room, not even waiting for Matty’s response.

He knocked at the door of his best bro’s house and was surprised by Rick’s costume. The almost equally big guy was dressed in a rather cheap looking lion onesie and was smiling like a madman. The costume was loose fitting and didn’t show anything of his strong body. “What the fuck are you wearing, bro. You look like a weirdo.”, Alan said and gave his bro a friendly punch to the chest. “Well I wanted to feel like a real animal for once.”, came the chuckled reply from Rick. Alan just rolled his eyes and stepped inside.

Immediately he jumped back. Right in the middle of the hall, on a little table at the bottom of the stairs sat a weird  Jack O'Lantern. The pumpkin had a wide, toothless smile and wide eyes, but the creepy thing about were the signs that covered the rest of the orange globe, kinda like runes and satanic symbols Alan had seen when looking for material on a presentation. Also it had a big black candle on top, which seemed to absorb the light from around it.

“Told you I had a surprise planned for tonight.”, Rick said and patted his bigger friend’s shoulder, “It is imbued with magic and ass long as the candle burns everyone will be transformed into their costumes.” Alan just rolled his eyes. Rick was into such stuff from time to time, but Alan never took him seriously. “Yeah whatever dude.”, Alan said and shrugged his wide shoulders and grabbed a beer from a nearby cooling box. “To a legendary evening.”, he said and downed the beer in one go.

Within the next hour the guests came, every single one freaked out by the jack O'Lantern. There were so many different costumes. The wrestlers came as cavemen, similar to Alan, and gladiators, the football team seemed to have made a pact and all came as toddlers in oversized diapers, leaving their impressive impressive torsos on display. The cheerleader had come as nurses, cops and the like, of course everything in the slutty version to attract a strong athlete and fuck them good. Finally when everyone was there Rick lit the black candle and that’s where Alan’s memories stopped.

He awoke the next morning with a massive headache, just some pictures left of the last evening. He barely remembered the band of toddlers that had been crawling around the house or how he had smashed his wooden club on the head of a mustached cop, that had been flirting with a busty hippy girl. He walked into the kitchen downstairs and grabbed to grab a mineral water but as soon as he entered the room his jaw hit the ground. 

There at the kitchen table sat an impossibly big man in a tight superman suit. Even though he was sitting Alan guessed the man had to be at least 6′6 and over 270 pounds of pure muscle, which was barely concealed by the tight textile he was wearing. “Who the hell are you?”, asked Alan the stranger. “Are you kiddin’, bro?”, said the stranger in an incredibly deep voice, “It’s me Matt.”

Alan was sure he would have fainted had he not grabbed a wall. This giant of a man was supposed to be his nerdy little brother? He couldn’t believe that, yet the face of the man looked familiar, like someone had sent Matty’s face through a kind puberty twice. He had the same light blue eyes, though they now had a piercing look and the same nose, though it was now accentuated by the angular form of his lantern jaw.

Matt stood up from the table and Alan gulped. Standing he was even more imposing than sitting, though that was hardly possible. Calmly the big guy walked over to his older brother. Only then Alan noticed that the costumed man wasn’t walking, he was floating over. “You can fly?”, asked the dumbstruck jock. “Yep. I have all the powers of Superman. Flight, super strength, super speed. I ran to France this morning and stemmed a truck over my head single handedly.”, Matt answered and thought back, ignoring the fact that his brother had just fainted and fallen onto the floor.

Some time later when Alan reawoke he found a letter next to his head. “Hello Alan, I hope you’re feeling better. I carried you to your bed, when you fainted. Currently in Europe to do some sightseeing. Will be back tomorrow. Matt.” This had to have something to do with that weird stuff Rick was talking about the last night, so Alan decided to pay his bro a visit. After some debate and threats Rick admitted that he had found that spell online and it had actually worked last night and transformed everyone into their costumes.

However the spell seemed to have reacted with Matty’s Superman pajama and have made him into a superhero, like his idol. However he couldn’t explain why it was still active despite the candle having burned down. A quick visit of the magic website confirmed Rick’s worries. Since Matty had only been 16 at the moment of the casting, his transformation was permanent. 

And as if that wouldn’t have been bad enough, Alan had found a small white puddle of cum in the garden. It wasn’t difficult to find out the puddle was cum and that it had come through the hole in the roof. So not only was Alan now stuck with a musclebound superhero as a younger brother, the superpowered teenager was also dealing with an increased libido right. And if the costume hadn’t been stuffed than Alan would have to get used to a little brother with an immense tool too. That sure as hell was scary enough for this years Halloween.

A Game of Dodgeball

Casey wasn’t exactly looking forward to PE this day. Actually he was never too eager to go to this class. PE was by far not his favorite class, he was more comfortable sitting in a lab in chemistry or biology. That was a place where he could actually impress with his expansive scientific knowledge. In PE however he was the laughing stock of the class, his frail body and short height making him a  natural born loser at each and every sport he tried.

He even deliberately came too late, so no one else would be in the locker room and mock him for his weak body. Though that wouldn’t be the main reason for the mockery. That had to be his nigh empty briefs, pathetically flat in the front for an 18-year-old about to head off to college. He blushed, remembering how Jake, the top jock, had pulled down his pants one day and revealed Casey’s tiny three-incher to the whole class.

The nerd quickly got changed, so he wouldn’t come too late and covered up his unimpressive body with some ill fitting sports shirt. Casey sneaked into the gym, just when their teacher Coach Middens was explaining what they’d be doing today. “So, boys, I wanna see a clean game of dodgeball now. Jake and Johnny will be choosing teams. Get in line.” Casey sighed, he was horribly bad at throwing and catching balls. The only thing he was at least decent at was dodging balls.

Since the top jock was one of the guys choosing teams and the other guy, a minor jock, was too afraid to pick any of the athletic guys away from Jake, the game was pretty much jocks against the rest, meaning Casey, who had been chosen last (of course), and his team had nearly zero chance of winning. As they took their places, Casey didn’t even notice the ball Coach was holding briefly taking on a reddish shimmer.

It was a pretty fast game, the jocks hitting the other guys with the balls hard and laughing even harder when one of the other team got hit in the face or the balls. The number’s of the non-jock team dwindled quickly and before long only Casey was left, thanks to his good dodging skill, his 5′8 120 pound frame making it easy for him. He even caught a ball, everyone including Casey surprised about him doing so. He tried passing the ball to a teammate standing outside, but his hand slipped and he hit the back of one of Jake’s jocks.

Casey’s 5′11 body trembled as the jock left the field and Jake threw him a glance that meant something like “You’re dead after this game, fuckhead.” the ball rolled over into Casey’s half of the field and the 18-year-old picked it up. He was pretty average when it came to such things as throwing and catching, but he could move his 150 pound body pretty well. He was also pretty agile for someone as average as him and so he hit another jock with a surprise attack. Casey had taken the opportunity of hitting Michael, he one out gay jock, when he had flirted with one of the other guys, giving his above average biceps a flex.

This time Jake picked up the ball and threw it hard in the direction of the 6′2 guy who had just eliminated to of his team members. Casey quickly shifted his 190 pound frame a little and watched the ball bounce off the wall in the back, before catching it with one of his large hands. His other hand quickly arranged the 6 inches of cock in his briefs, Casey didn’t want it to flop around. He used the confusion and disgust of the jocks to hit another guy, making sure to put a little more force behind his throw, to show them who’s boss. 

Jake was in awe as the towering 6′5 240 pound picked up the ball with one massive hand and threw it t him, the force from his throw knocking the inferior jock back when the ball hit him. Casey bounced his pecs and flexed one of his mighty 20 inch biceps. He’d have to be careful to not hit them too hard, might actually injure someone. 

His team broke into cheers, as Casey picked up the ball, as expected they had won. Being the 6′8 colossus he was, Casey stood head and shoulders above most of his classmates. No wonder he was going to college on a sports scholarship, his 270 pound frame demanded it. The mountain of a teen broke out into a massive smile and ignored how some of his classmates “subtly” felt up his biceps, abs and ass in the midst of cheering. When the crowd dispersed a bit, Casey walked over to Michael, leaned down and whispered in his ear “I’ve got something for you to take care of.”, while palming his impressive bulge. The windows shook from his deep rumbling bass and it also made sure everyone had heard what the behemoth had just said, they wouldn’t be going into the showers for a while.

Michael rushed off, his cute bubble butt swaying seductively. Slowly Casey walked after him, constantly pulling at his bulge. Another jockstrap destroyed by the footlong cock and bull balls it had to contain. He’d just have to get another one. But for now Casey was sure nobody would mind if he went commando for the rest of the day. When the giant passed by a mirror in the hallway, he snapped a pic of himself, making sure to send it to his girlfriend, the game had given him a nice pump. It would get her just in the right mood for later, after he had dumped a load into Michael’s throat. “Damn, I love PE.”, Casey rumbled and ripped his tanktop off his massive torso.

Club Orientation

It was the first week and the two friends Jonas and Daniel wandered around the campus. There were a lot of people around, what considering it was club orientation day seemed only logical. Dozens of booths were set up all over the campus. Every club from the anime enthusiasts to the zoology enthusiasts were showcasing their activities and trying to attract new member. A few of them looked pretty fascinating to the two of them, for example the LARPing club, that fit in perfectly with both of their nerdy tendencies. It wasn’t like they were nerds, they just enjoyed some DnD and nerd stuff once in a while, as a change of pace to their biweekly gym sessions and financial classes.

Most of the time Daniel and Jonas felt attracted to the same booths, but from time to time. For example Jonas, whose family owned a farm, felt pretty drawn to the Animal Rights Protectors, while the nerdier Jonas took great interest in the Comic Book booth. One weird thing kinda caught the guys’ attention though. The two of them had been the only out gay guys in their hometown, not like a couple, but more like best friends. Soon after coming out together, they realized they liked the same thing, namely huge, muscular, manly guys. And that was the weird thing about the campus. Wherever the two guys looked, they saw a man who met their likes exactly.

There was a huge amount of muscular guys strolling around the area. Some looked more like the Viking or Celt stereotypes, with meaty brawn and an abundance of hair covering their built pecs, while other guys looked like they had just stepped out of a fitness shoot, with defined, cut physiques being flaunted by the shirtless studs. And they all gave the pair a grin and flex when they noticed the stares, leaving the two boys breathless.

After about an hour of roaming around the numerous booths, the friends came across a rather large booth that had a big banner above it proudly displaying “Physique Building Club”, which as Jonas knew was just another name for a bunch of amateur bodybuilders. But still he felt intrigued, probably by the two exceptionally big twins that stood there, and stepped closer. Immediately one of the twins headed over and gave the surprised Jonas a small box, nicely wrapped up with a red band. “Hey there, buddy.”, the guy said with his deep melodic baritone, “I’m Stan, one of the presidents of the PBC. We thought it would get us a lot of new members if we hand out presents.” Stan just gave him a smile that seemed to stretch up to both of his ears, leaving the still baffled Jonas all the more without words.

He didn’t know why, but when Jonas walked back to his friend, he hid the small box in his pocket, not wanting Daniel to see it. Apparently while Jonas had spoken to Stan, Daniel had decided to sign up for a tennis club, a sport which didn’t really peak Jonas’ interest. And so without having signed up for any club at all the nerdier of the two followed after his friend back to their shared flat. Jonas quickly went to his room and locked the door behind him. He pulled the box out of his pocket and almost ceremoniously opened the small package. 

He nearly burst out in laughter upon seeing the contents however. Inside the nice little box was a shiny, bright red piece of clothing that from his regular viewing of contests he immediately recognized as a posing strap and a high quality one at that. But then again, despite the ridiculousness of the thought, he dropped his pants, prepared to try the posing trunks on. Surely they would look totally out of place on his average body. Not like he was bony or anything, his regular gym sessions made sure of that, but he didn’t have the mass to look good with only this on. Yet he proceeded undressing, since he had always wondered deep within, what it would feel like wearing these things. Finally he had had undressed completely, his nude body on full display. Jonas wasn’t bad looking, kinda handsome in fact and with his proud 6 inches of cock he had made a good top for his previous sex partners, but somehow he had always wished to be bigger.

With these thoughts in mind he pulled the posing trunks up his legs. Once they sat around his nice package and bubble butt, Jonas was surprised to see that nothing had happened. He didn’t know what he had expected, but the fact that nothing at all had changed with the posers had been kinda disappointing.

Jonas stepped in front of his mirror and took his form in. He was surprised by how much the tiny piece of fabric concealed his cockbulge, but then again he didn’t have anything extraordinary down there, so that was kinda expected. After some minutes of looking at himself from pretty much all possible angles, Jonas decided he might as well try to flex and so he brought his arms up into a double biceps pose. But as soon as his arms were in position, the world around him began to crumble and barely able to remain standing, Jonas blacked out.

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With a shudder Jonas opened his eyes again. What had just happened? He looked around his room in confusion and saw the calming familiar stuff he was used to. Posters of excercise instructions and famous competitive bodybuilders were plastered all over the walls and several trophies decorated the room even more. With a pleased smile Jonas looked at his arms. The massive 20 inch guns he had been working so hard for were still there, showing off the incredible vascularity he was so proud off.

He gave his massive biceps another quick flex and rolled his wide shoulders before standing up again. What had he been doing again? Absentmindedly he rubbed his impressively defined abs and plump pillow pecs, letting out a slight moan as he brushed over his quarter-sized nipple and walked over to his mirror. He looked at the beefy muscles he had built over the years. His legs, looking like they had been cut out of marble, and his diamond like calves really looked ready for the competition coming up next week, just like the rest of his masterpiece of a body, but he’d put in some more work on his lats. Even though they already complimented his cannonball shoulders well, he was really striving for that wing like look.

As he inspected his body, all of a sudden he heard a knock coming from the door. It was his boyfriend Daniel. While Jonas was bigger than most guys on the campus, standing at roughly 6'6 and being built like a god, Daniel wasn’t unimpressive either, even though other than Jonas. He may have been pretty short compared to his boyfriend, being only 5'8 in height, but his gymnast training had given him tight lean muscles. The most outstanding feature about the smaller man however wasn’t his athletic build, or his amazing sapphire blue eyes and boyish features, but the plump yet incredibly tight bubble butt he had trained for since becoming a couple with Jonas. The two globes were currently fighting for space in Daniel’s favourite jockstrap, the twink being fully aware, that Jonas wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Your poses are looking amazing, babe. And with your package being presented so fabulously I bet the judges won’t have a choice but giving you first place.”, Daniel cooed as he moved through the room, over to his bodybuilding top. Jonas just looked down, having a little trouble to see something past his pecs, and grabbed the humongous bulge that was barely held back by his farm animal sized genitals. Even though moat guys in the PBC were built and had some decent cock meat, Jonas knew that he was among the biggest members of his club, in all departments. The only guys bigger than him in dick size category were his best friend Stan and his twin brother, but even these two couldn’t compare to his brawn. “Maybe you should show me what that thing is capable of, babe. You haven’t showed me in a while.”, Daniel interrupted Jonas’ train of thought and wiggled his fat bubble butt. The bigger man just chuckled. Daniel knew full well that Jonas could put his 10 incher to good use, he had just showcased that this very morning.

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.

Look at this little fella! Give him to anyone in your party who needs a friend. Give him to the big bad barbarian! Let 'em have this little guy.

Salamander Circlet

Wondrous Item, rare

“A bronze circlet delicately detailed to look like a salamander. Its tail wraps all the way around the head with the body sitting atop and two from paws resting over the forehead. It has small sapphires embedded as eyes.”

While you are wearing this magic item, fire damage that you take is reduced by 5.

Familiar. Using an action you can speak the command phrase and the circlet comes alive and will act as your familiar, it uses the stat block of a frog. Your familiar acts independently of you, but it always obeys your commands. In combat, it rolls its own initiative and acts on its own turn. A familiar can't attack, but it can take other actions as normal.

When the familiar drops to 0 hit points, it returns to its circlet state and must be retrieved. You cannot turn it back into a familiar until you have finished a long rest.

Hand of the Salamander. While a familiar, you can use an action to instruct the Salamander to coil around your arm and exhale fire in a direction you choose. All creatures in a 20-foot line that is 5 feet wide must make a DC 14 Dexterity saving throw, taking 8d6 fire damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. Once used, this property cannot be used again until you finish a long rest.

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Who wants to roll up a Two-Face inspired character?

Coin of Misfortune

Wondrous Item, uncommon, cursed

“A mangled, old coin with heads on both sides. It depicts a maiden of great misfortune.”

Once per short rest, you can force an enemy within 30 feet to reroll an attack, saving throw or ability check and take the lower of the two.

Curse. If they still succeed on the roll, your next attack, saving throw or ability check is done at disadvantage. Join us on Twitch every Mon\Wed\Fri to create new Homebrews and check out our Patreon for 552+ magic items, tokens, maps, and more.

Shackles of enfeeblement

Silver cuffs with soft blue chains linking them together. Other then the chain, it’s material is a shiny silver.

Takes a contested grapple check to put these onto another creature (a creature can fail the check willingly). They are designed for humanoid prisoners, meaning you can only fit them on small - large humanoid creatures. To lock them in, it requires a somatic or magical password. While equipped to a creature, it gets a minus 2 in strength in dexterity checks/saves. Sadly enough, the two mains ways to get out is with sheer force (strength save dc 16) or slipping your hands through (dexterity save dc 16). Another creature can remove the shackles without the password in the same way. The chains are immune to piercing and bludgeoning. If the chain is broken while someone is cuffed, unless the cuffs themselves break off, they are still effected by the strength debuff.

((A little complicated but not an active fighting item. I’d love to see how someone would use this in an active fight though, like against the big bad

This was an idea that the Twitch chat helped me come up with, it is definitely an ambitious item to try and write a short card for. Using this should be collaborative between the DM and the player because we can see how it could be used in a broken way, but hopefully everyone at the table is on the same page about having fun and not just power gaming it. :P HAVE FUN!

Pen of Possibilities

Wondrous Item, very rare (requires attunement)

“A hefty fountain pen made of silver. It features delicate designs of gold showcasing several scenes from popular fiction. It also features a large pretentious red jewel on the end of it.”

Your Charisma or Intelligence score increases by 2, to a maximum of 20.

Before taking a long rest you can write a single sentence down on a piece of paper predicting a possibility for tomorrow. The sentence can contain no more than 20 words. When you write down the possibility, roll a d100 and on a result of 10 or lower, the possibility will come true. There is always a chance that despite the possibility becoming reality, that it doesn’t happen as you intended it to. The more mundane the possibility the more likely it is to match your intended prediction.

For example finding a small pouch of gold coins on the ground or convincing a shopkeeper to give you a discount, will easily come true. The greater the impact of the possibility, the greater the likelihood that the possibility plays out in an unintended way. Portent Possibility. When you finish a long rest, roll two d20s and record one of the numbers rolled. You can replace any attack roll, saving throw, or ability check made by you or a creature that you can see with this roll. You must choose to do so before the roll.

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Just saw (and subsequently accidentally reset my feed therefore losing) a post about magical item whump (magic euphoria) and remembered a concept I thought about a while back

Magic ring that gives you some kind of amazing power, be it healing or super strength or something. But every time you use it, it eats a little bit of your body. You put it in your finger, and when you wear it, you’ve got a cool looking fake finger, but when you take it off, it’s gone.

You use it more and it becomes a bracelet, slowly eating more and more of your body with each use. And the magic is so good! So helpful, useful, powerful. Especially if the person using it was burdensome in a fight before, but now they can finally protect their loved ones!

How long before they stop taking it off altogether? Do their loved ones know the effects? Or do they hide it with gloves and long sleeves? At what point is it impossible to remove without severe damage to the user? At what point is their body entirely made of magic?

Item: Magical Fortune Teller An enchanted wooden top created by a witch. When spun at the center of a group of people, the top chooses one person to grant a boon to in the form of a fortune, advice, clues to current dilemmas and even special powers if the chosen is very lucky. Upon stopping an image of the one chosen forms, along with a title bestowed by the top. The fortune will then reveal itself, unless it grants a power in which case the surface the image would appear upon remains blank.

There is no limit to how often the top may be spun- but the frequency at which greater boons are granted are dependent on the top’s own whims.

Something that appeared in a dream I had a while back, I loved the concept and scribbled it down in a sketchbook right away.

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“A stone pitcher sits before you. It looks innocent enough, on its own. The inky black tonic poured from it is anything but. It smells of the lower planes, of ash and blood.”

The long-awaited companion to the Tonic of Undiluted Chaos! Havic is back at it again with the outrageous potions. This time, we’re taking a break from Chaos and diving into the lower planes for some Evil. And yes, this potion is made with Yugoloth blood. So there’s that going for it.

Edit: Note that if you roll an 100 and then something, the effects can be removed using Greater Restoration. And in the case of the Polymorphs, those still end if you die.

Gripping it between your teeth is optional, but encouraged.

I know I'm a bit late to the punch with this one. I'm not as young as I used to be...