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Hello everyone! This is my first kind writing a story, so I would be happy to get resonance from you ^^. English is not my native language, so please be gentle :)
The Glasses
Kyle was a nerd. This might sound harsh, but it was the truth. He was extremely intelligent, but he was only 5′5″ and 100lbs soaking wet and had a dick that was more fit for a gerbil. The only thing that was unnerdy about Kyle was that he didn’t wear glasses.
Though he had made lots of money by selling a software to Microsoft in his early twenties. Now at the age of 29 Kyle had a giant house, a nice car and even his own private jet. Yet he was still a virgin, having spent his entire youth on programming his app. Kyle was just too shy to get anyone to sleep with him. Despite being straight Kyle would even take a cock up his ass to lose his hated virginity.
One day, Kyle wandered through his neighbourhood and saw an old woman trying to cross the street. Being the kind soul he was, Kyle approached the granny offering to help her. 2 minutes later the task was completed and the old woman turned at Kyle.
“Oh, thank you, boy”, she said with croaky voice, “Here take this, as sign of my gratitude. It will help you getting a new view of live and solving your problem, though it comes for a price.” She stressed the last word with a smirk, which made Kyle feel kind of uneasy, as she handed him a pair of nerd glasses. Despite being a little hurt by the ‘boy’ he took them and started to make his way home. Curious of what the lady meant he turned around to ask her, but all that he could see was the street and a stray dog, looking at him with curious eyes. Kyle went home, thinking about what might have happened to the old woman.
Having reached his house, Kyle realized, that he still held the mysterious glasses in his hand. “They might look funny if I wear them.”, he said with his squeaky voice to nobody special, since he was alone in his house. He decided to go outside to get better light for his photo and laid down on a deck chair near his pool. ‘Here goes nothing…’, Kyle thought to himself, as he put on the strange glasses. Suddenly the world around him blurred and went black.
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“Whew, that was intense!”, Kyle boomed. He gave his still leaking 12″ monstercock a final rub and packed it in his black briefs. “You okay, bitch?”, he asked the blond bombshell, whose head had been thrown back by the intensity of his load. She only moaned half-concious, but with a smile on her face. Before standing up, he took a photo of his glistening, beautifully muscled torso. Instantly Kyle posted it on the various social media profiles of ‘Monstercock-Kyle, the Porn-King’, as he was called now . “Yeah, huhuh”, he amused himself over the thousands of reblogs within several seconds.
Though the former genius programmer would now never use such big words as ‘amuse’, he would think of it as ‘cool’ or ‘awesome’, but not as ‘amusing’. He was far too dumb for this now. Though he had now an incredibly muscled body, a giant cock and an incredible sex life, his IQ was at a mere 75, barely sufficient for fucking, working out and partying. But Kyle didn’t care, he just took the nearest of the 25 nude chicks lingering at the pool and started rubbing her already dripping pussy, while whispering in her ear “Wanna fuck?”, already knowing the answer.
The Blue Pants - Poser Transfer
Jeff pulled his car in the driveway. His 7′ frame was still pumped from the intense workout he just had. He entered the house to find a package on the kitchen counter. His housemaid must have accepted it. Though the packet had no return adress, it was clearly adressed at him.
“What the fuck? I didn’t order anything!”, Jeff boomed, his powerful bass echoing through the house. Deciding to let his curiosity win, Jeff opened the package.
It turned out that it contained lots of styrofoam and interesstingly a pair of bright blue posers. “What is this?”, Jeff wondered, tousling his curly blond hair.
‘Maybe it is a fan present’, Jeff thought to himself. He made quite an impact at his last bodybuilding contest. ‘Hehe, no surprise I took the trophy home.’
“I should try them on, maybe I can wear them at my next show.”
Without hesitation he stripped in the middle of the kitchen and tried the posers on. ‘They emphasize my horsecock and bull nuts pretty well’, Jeff thought, checking himself out in the hallway mirror.
Then he realized, that the bulge seemed to shrink. “What the fuck is that.”, in horror he noticed that his voice wasn’t the usual rolling thunder, but rather the voice of a total pipsqueak.
Jeff tried to pull the posers off but he just couldn’t. As much as he tried, he just couldn’t move them. That’s when he saw his muscles shrinking and the hallway grow. He could not even scream, being far too shocked to do so.
Just 30 seconds after horsehung, 7′, 300 pound, 35 year old pro bodybuilder Jeff had put on the blue posers in his kitchen the briefs disappeared from his body leaving 5′5″, 90lbs, 19 year old twink Jeff and his hamster dick behind in the hallway.
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Drew’s day had been horrible. The members of his college’s football team had picked on him again. Not that this was a new thing to mention. He had been their playball since he started his studies and now being an employee of the physics departement didn’t change a thing. After all he always was on the skinny side. And him standing at the size of 5′7″ wasn’t a help.
Admittedly he did have sex. He was regularly clubbing and most of the time ended up bottoming for someone bigger, which was pretty much everybody.
Entering his apartement Drew found a package on ground. He unpacked it, wondering who had send it to him. He had neither parents nor friends and he didn’t remember ordering anything. Inside the box was a pair of blue posers.
“I bet the footballer players send me this”, Drew said to himself, “They want to mock me again.” Enraged Drew was about to throw the posers into the trash can. But then he felt the urge to put them on. He didn’t know why, but he just needed to wear them.
Removing his clothes he went to the bedroom and watched himself in the mirror. In addition to his small stature and general skinniness., his dick was not more than a shrunken peanut. Pulling up the posers he felt just at ease, as if everything was were it was supposed to be. Watching himself in the mirrorr he just had to laugh. It was just to comical, watching his skeleton figure wear the oversized poseres with the far too big pouch.
That’s when he noticed, that the pouch wasn’t big, It was tight, and getting tighter. Far too distracted by the sensation of his stuffed crotch, Drew didn’t notice even notice, that he was getting taller, growing froma mere 5′7″ to a towering 7′2″.
“Fuck!”, the for now giant beanpole shouted. But his voice wasn’t squeaky anymore. It was more like a foghorn. “What the hell!” Drew gripped his throat, surprised by his now deeper voice. That’s when Drew noticed, that the hands gripping his throat were getting bigger. “What’s happening?” As he held his plate sized hands in front of him, he looked down and saw his feet were growing too. His former size 7 shoes wouldn’t fit him anymore, size 21 would be more adequate now.
He looked at himself in the mirror and witnessed his whole body expanding and getting heavy with muscle. It looked like he was getting pumped full of air. But the flesh wasn’t soft, it was hard as steel. He flexed them, perplexed by the feeling of his big muuscles. “Fuck yeah!”, he bellowed. The only thing that didn’t fit his new image now was his face. It was like a child’s compared to his new masculine body.
But that was about to change too. Drew suddenly felt his face twitch and convulse, watching it change in the mirror. The result was an uber-masculine face, that still had the charm of a pretty boy’s. The last thing to change was his hair. His unruly brown hair grew into a sexy undercut with some streaks falling in his face. Then his jaw began to itch and a manly brown beard began to grow. That’s when his mind began to change too. His knowledge of major physics changing into knowledge of nutrition, dieting and workout routines.
So about 5 minutes after 5′7″, 90lbs physics assistant Drew had put on the posers, horsehung, 7′2″, 315lbs fitness model and personal trainer Drew went out, searching for an ass to fuck.
The Amulets of Manliness - Peter
In ancient times an aztec tribe had produced 6 differrent amulets, that were meant to enhance the masculinity qualities of the one who wears it. The amulets were in use till the aztec tribe was wiped out by the spanish conquistadors. But they were lost and had been forgotten for centuries, but now in our times the amulets are showing up again.
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“Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”, Anne said, handing her nephew Peter a little wrapped package. The small blond boy had just turned 5 and enjoyed the party his parents had organized. All of his friends and family had gathered to celebrate the youngest member of the Willson clan.
“Thank you, Aunt Anne.”, the birthday boy replied, giving her kiss on the cheek. The little boy just couldn’t understand, why his aunt was told to be weird within his family. She was always so nice to him.
“Come on open it.”, she urged him, eagerly awaiting little Peter’s reaction when he saw the present. “Wow, a necklace. It looks so cool.”, Peter exclaimed, hugging his aunt again. “Let me help you put it on.”, she told him. Anne just couldn’t wait to see how her nephew would respond to the medaillon’s magic.
As she assisted him in putting it on she thought back on how she had found the medaillon on her trip to Macchu Picchu a year before. It had laid between some stones at a hidden corner of the ruins. As she touched it she could see pictures of men in her mind. All of them were quite built and all of them wore the necklace she held in her hands. As the pictures stopped, Anne could hear a voice in her head. “Give me to a little boy.”, it said. She felt obliged to follow the voice’s orders and that’s how she ended up gifting it to Peter.
“Thank you, Aunt Anne.”, he said with his lovable, squeaky voice. Then Anne closed the lock and a bright flash erupted from the necklace.
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Suddenly little Peter wasn’t in his parents house anymore. He found himself in aroom, which was full of metal objects and machines.
“Where am I?”, Peter whined on the verge of breaking out in tears. Suddenly a smooth deep voice spoke in his head: “The gym.” The voice calmed little Peter down. “The gym.”, he repeated in the same deep voice. It was almost comical hearing this voice coming out of 5-year old body. But his body was changing, growing. First his 3′9″ body started to grow nearly 3′, leaving him at the height of 6′8″.
The next thing to grow were his muscles. First off the his feed expanded, growing from a petty size 5 to an adequate size 15. Next his calves started to blow up until they would even make a track runner green with envy. His thighsgrew, until they almost touched themselves, leaving only a small gap behind. His butt began to expand, leaving Peter with a bouncy buuble but at the end of the process. Suddenly 6 loud ‘pops’ could be heard, as his abs appeared, leaving him with a sexy sixpack. Then his pecs grew and plumped up until they were a big nice pillow. His shoulders squared and grew to cannonball size. As the growth spread to his arms they gained mass till his biceps were nice balls of muscle. His hands were the next and nearly last thing to grow, expanding to a size more fitting his new body
Peter couldn’t resist flexing his new guns, it was just too tempting. As he observed the hard mscle he could only watch them in awe, not saying a word fearing this would destroy the dreamlike body he now called his own. As he did so, his face started to mature. When the face was more fitting for the now 21-year old Peter.
Suddenly a tan started to spread all over his body and his hair became a jet black color. He was no longer recognizable as little blond boy Peter. He was now known as the Brazilian fitness model Pedro.
All of a sudden Pedro started to feel a tingling in his pubic area. He quickly stripped off his briefs and watched his tiny still 5-year old cock grow and grow until a footlong dick swang with each of Pedro’s motions. Furthermore his balls grew too till they were fitting the word ‘bullnuts’.
Nothing could hold Pedro from wanking now, and so half an hour later he shot an immense load all over the gym equipment, all of his memories of his old life as Peter shooting out with it. As the jizz magically vanished, new memories settled into his head. The only three tasks that he had in mind now were working out, fucking and spreading the glory of his masculinity.
I want to thank @alphachanges for the ideas, though it had not exactly turned out how he thought and thanks to @amalianetwork for his help with the story.
Though I have to admit that the main idea is from @absqrst‘s stereotypes storylines
The 1000th Customer
Cho had always been a skinny child. Of course he was, he was asian after all. He was predestined to always be the one in a group who was the shortest and skinniest. And the word short was not only meant heightwise, he was as hung as a 3-year old child. But he had stopped complaining years ago. He had settled to being a bottom for the bigger guys, meaning almost everybody. Cho had given up his dream of being the top in a relationship long ago. He had tried relationships with guys and gals alike, but he always ended being either the bottom or being left.
Still he had decided to go clubbing tonight. After an intense night of dancing, flirting and drinking, he went home with a black behemoth named James. The 7′ giant spent all night thrusting his black jackhammer of a cock into Cho’s big asian ass. After James had emptied his bullnuts into Cho’s tight hole for the 5th time the tiny asian passed out from the pure orgasmic bliss.
The next morning Cho woke with his raw ass still in the air, the black stallion lying asleep next to him. He gathered all his clothes that were scattered throughout the room and made his leave. Though after he had closed the door behind him, Cho noticed that he had left his glasses on James’ dresser. “Damn!”, Cho, exclaimed with his high pitched voice. He didn’t really need to wear them all the time, but still it was infuriating that he had forgotten them.
His work as a programmer was a struggle without his glasses. Since he was farsighted he couldn’t really see what he was typing. He decided to pack up earlier this day and pay his optician a visit.
As he approached the shop at main street, he noticed a sign: “Currently on vacation. Will probably be back on 17th” “The 17th? That’s still one week from now!”, Cho squeaked angrily. He decided to head home using a small alley as a shortcut. That’s when he noticed a shop on the left of the alley. The store window displayeda few pairs of glasses and since he needed one desperately he decided to enter the store.
He was greeted by a whistle and several air balloons. “Congratulations! You are our 1000th customer!”, a croaky voiced old man exclaimed, revealing a banner who read exactly the same thing. “Your price is a free pair of glasses”, the old man added in a far more normal tone. “Let me have a look at you.”, he asked Cho, eyeing from head to toe, “Ah, yes you are farsighted and need 2,0 dpt on both eyes. I think you’ll like this model. But please don’t try it on here, I unfortunately don’t have any mirrors.”, he said handing Cho a fitting pair of glasses.
A little startled Cho left the shop again. He decided to have a look at the glasses through the reflection on the store window. “Here goes nothing”, Cho said with his high pitched voice and pu the glasses on.
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“Looking awesome.”, Cho commented, eyeing the new glasses on his ngular face. As he watched himself in the reflection he couldn’t help but letting his calloused plate sized hands over his square jaw, feeling the stubble under his fingers. “Shit, I’ve only shaved an hour ago. By the way were was I going?”, he asked himself. ‘Oh yeah, I was on my way to meet James.’, he remembered. The little black twink had called him to arrange a ‘meeting’, an invitation on a coffee that would definitely end up with sex again. He could just tell him so, but little James was just to shy. He had just never had sex with an asian before. All asians were just plan sex beasts and most of them were cool with fucking a twink’s ass.
Of course they were, asian bullnuts and monstercocks needed to be constantly pumped dry, no matter the method. Cho was no exception. Like many other asians Cho hadn’t finished high school and spend his entire freetime partying, working out and most of all fucking.
As he reached the small cafe James had chosen, he already saw theblack twink waiting for him. “Hello Cho. I have already ordered you a coffee”, James greeted him with his soft, effeminate voice, shoving a cup of iced coffe across the table. “Yeah thank you. So do you want to fuck now? I still gotta make two movies today.” came the straightforward reply of Cho, who was checking out his phone. He already had several messages from several guys and girl, all more than willing to become an orifice for Cho’s cock. James had been totally entranced by the twitching of Cho’s muscles and the pumping of his veins. “Yeah sure.”, James said, standing up and making his way towards the hotel across the street.
Thirty minutes later James found himself on all fours as Cho jackhammered his cock up his ass. He could only moan as the 7′3″ 320lbs asian bull was gripping James’ hips tightly as he shot his first load up the blayck boy’s hole. While James had already shot numerous loads it was the first for Cho. “Don’t you dare passing out yet, I still have a few ones left.”, he whispered into the almost unconcious twink’s ear.
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Another hour later Cho left the room and made his way to the movie set. He was scheduled to make two porns today. “Ben Whore”, was featuring him fucking his way through numerous girls in an ancient setting. He didn’t know the name of the second movie, but it was centered around him dominating numerous twinks and amateur bodybuilders and fuck their asses until they were raw.
He got scheduled for porn movies on a regular basis. After all ‘Cho, the Japanese Bull’ was the most famous and best paid porn star in the world.
The Amulets of Masculinity - Spike
In ancient times an aztec tribe had produced 6 differrent amulets, that were meant to enhance the masculinity qualities of the one who wears it. The amulets were in use till the aztec tribe was wiped out by the spanish conquistadors. But they were lost and had been forgotten for centuries, but now in our times the amulets are showing up again.
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John roamed the streets of his hometown, in search for a collar for his dog. Because Spike was a still a puppy, he had destroyed his previous collar while wanting playing with John. His owner had only had Spike for one month because Veronica, his ex-girlfriend, had wanted to get a pet, so their relationship would eventually be saved, but ultimately Veronica had left him last week, leaving him alone with the pup.
Just as John was about to give up, he passed a pet shop. As he entered ‘Johnson’s Pets’, he was greeted by the sound of numerous animals and the sight of the obese owner. “Welcome to ‘Johnson’s Pets’, my name is Doug Johnson. How can I help you.”, he greeted the customer with bored voice, not bothering to lift his gaze from the magazine he waas reading. “I’m in search for a dog collar.”, John told the owner. “Corridor 3.”, the owner said, leaving John to search for the collar alone.
Though the assortment of collars was rather limited, there were only three to chose from. He picked up the middle one and was surprised by a voice. “Give me to an animal.”, the ghostly voice ordered and John felt the need to follow it’s oreders. After he had paid for the leather band John headed home.
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When he reached his flat, he was immediately greeted by the sound of Spike. The husky pup came running towards him, having waited for his master nearly an hour, John hadn’t felt the need to have someone take care of Spike, when he was only gone such a short time.
“Okay Spike, come here.”, he told the dog and buckle the collar around Spike’s neck. Suddenly the collar started to glow wih a cold white light, bathing the whole room in it’s shine. When the light began to subside it looked like Spike had grown, a lot. He now looked like a grown dog of about 4 years.
All of a sudden Spike began to stand up form the ground. In the course of the process, Spike’s posture changed into that of a human, so now he looked like an anthropomorphic dog. Soon after this, his face began too. His muzzle receded back into his head and his whole skull cracked and creaked as it took on an overall human look. At the same time all of his beautiful white fur fell out and coated the floor with hair. Left behind was a petite, nude man, who looked, like he belonged to an native american tribe. John could only watch in horror as the former puppy began to grow in height, until he towered above his 6′ master by at least half a foot. Simltaneously the collar loosened and changed texture as it became a long chain with some pearl like things hanging on it’s owner’s unimpressive chest.
Spike could only say “What the hell is happening to me” in a deep baritone as his body filled out with muscle. Strong legs, that would make him able to run faster than his old dog body, and boat like feet to support his soon gargantuan upper body. Unbeknownst to him, John hadn’t understand anything Spike had said, because he wasn’t able to understand the language of the native American tribes.
As Spike’s upper body grew heavy and hard with powerful muscles he got older, so now his former 28 dog years were converted into 28 years of human life. His flat rippled and 8 blocks of muscle popped up, forming a luscious eight-pack. Spike involuntarily made his pidgeon chest on which the amulet rested flexed only to unflex it again, leaving it a little bigger than before. The process repeated several times, until two hard firm pecs had replaced his flat chest. Simultaneously with his arms becoming two beautiful balls of muscle, his shoulders squared and hardened, making them more fitting for the new hunk.
The white fur that Spike had lost before whirled and transformed itself into white fur briefs, bots and shoulder pads. Just when the fur was in place, a spear started to form in Spike’s hands. The former dog looked at the spear confusedly, not noticing that he was starting to vanish or John’s shocked face, as his former puppy dog disappeared into thin air. His former owner swore to himself to never tell anyone about this, since he didn’t believe what he had seen hmself.
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As he lifted his gaze from the spear, Spike found himself in a strange environment. Snow coated every tree as well as the ground and he could hear birds chirping all around him. “There you are Spike!”, an approaching, unfamiliar man exclaimed, “Great, you caugt the deer. Nothing else to be expected from the best hunter in our village. Come on let’s take it home.” He grabbed onto the dead animal and began dragging i away. Out of instinct Spike decided to follow him.
15 minutes later they reached a small village, consisting of about 20 huts. All of the inhabitants gathered around the returned hunters and that’s when Spike noticed a feeling in his groin. When he looked down he could see a cock sneaking down his leg. The organ in question was as thick as a bottle and wasn’t affected by the cold atmosphere around them at all, sincee it was still at least a foot in length. He heard two plopping sounds and felt the new weight of two egg sized testicles between his legs.
Spike tore his look away from his now gargantuan tool and looked at the villagers. He noticed that almost every woman here had was pregnant. ‘They all carry out my children.’, Spike remembered, thinking back to the regular sex sessions with each of them. Since his tribe disapproved the use of modern inventions like condoms and since Spike was extremely virie, almost every session ended with a pregnancy.
As he eyed the children around the village he noticed that they all looked kind of alike ‘They are all my children.’, he thought to himself. ‘Of course they are, it’s the rigt of the strongest hunter to reproduce.’, he added mentally and new memories started flooding into his head. He was the best hunter the tribe had since he was 13, having been given the name Spike for his excellent hunting qualities with his trademark spear. “Okay ladies, I broght the prey. So who is gonna be the one lucky one to be my price.”, he exclaimed, ready to claim his well deserved reward.
The Blue Pants - The Blind Date
The evening wasn’t going too well for Yasin. In hope of finding a girlfrend, he had signed up at a dating website. Of course he had used wrong data, claiming that he was a muscular tower of manliness, who worked as a professional football player. His profile picture was the face of some unknown Arabian model.
The reality though looked different. He had the same weight he had stated in his profile, but it wasn’t muscle mass, it was pure fat. And though he was 6′4″, he looked much shorter, because of his build. And his face was totally unable to compare to the profile picure he had used. He had a double chin, where the model’s looked like it was carved out of marble. The model’s glascutting jaw made him want to cry when he looked at his own practically nonexistent one in comparison. Yasin’s meak beard paled in comparison to the model’s manly forest of facial hair, and his alias’ black locks made him want to rip his own wiry, greasy hair out.
So it was no surprise, when the girl looked like she wanted to puke, when she took place opposite of him. After half an hour of a miserable date, he excused himself and went to the restaurant’s restroom. He started to sob when he had entered it, hoping that nobody would hear or see him. That’s when he noted a pair of underpants lying on the rim of the sink. He curiously approached the unknown piece of clothing and as he touched it, a bright flash of light blinded Yasin.
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When he had regained sight, Yasin saw himself in the mirror, quickly realizing that he was nude except for the blue briefs that had been lying on the sink only a second ago. It was a pathetic sight, his large belly barely contained by the skimpy blue underwear.
Suddenly he felt a pulling all over his body. He watched as his gut pulled inwards and revealed a flat stomach. The event was followed by what seemed like 4 powerful punches in his midsection as each row of powerful ab muscles popped into existence. The growth spread upwards, reaching his moobs. They hardened and plumped up, creating two beautiful rounded pecs. His narrow shoulders widened and beefed up, as his lats expanded into a pair of gorgeous, almost angelic wings. The arms that were connected to his new cannonball shoulders were the next thing to transform. Though they kept their circumference. The soft fat on his arms, shifted and changed into hard muscles, his blob like arms transforming into a powerful display of manliness. ‘They are ideal for throwing and receiving wide passes.’, Yasin thought, a little surprised were this thought had come from.
While his upper body had gotten muscular, his lower body hadn’t been left out either. His legs, that were previously nothing more than a gathering of fat, jiggled and started to compress, until all the fat had been changed into stonehard muscle, even making his thighs touch. ‘The are perfect for running past the opponent’s defense.’, he thought, confused by the sudden new memories that were flooding his head.
He now remembered being a member of his high school’s football since freshman year and getting into college on a scholarship. He had gone professional after having graduated with a master diplome of advanced physics. He constantly got underestimated, people thinking he was an idiot because he was a great sportsman.
He watched his face change inthe mirror. He saw his jaw square and becoming like cut marbel. His face overall began to look like the face of the model he had used in his profile. But then he witnessed as it got even more manly looking than the already beautiful model. His beard got thicker and bushier, coating his gorgeous face with thick black hair.
Suddenly he felt a strange sensation in his pubic area, it was like someone was pulling at his dick and balls. He lost himself in nearly orgasmic bliss as the briefs got tighter and tighter, being stretched by a giant set of genitals.
He pulled up the shorts, that had suddenly materialized on the floor. They were tight around his thighs and his cock mad an obvious bulge in the front. He headed out of the restroom again and returned to his date. “So,...Daisy, was it? Shall we go to your place?”, he asked her with his deep bedroom voice cupping his bulge and watching her stare at his bare upper body with lust in her eyes. “Sure.”, she replied, moving her tighs together, going wet at the thought of the best quarterback in the state fucking her raw.
After my short break I’ll start slowly with only one story today. At the same time this is my late 100 followers celebration post.
Like a Bull
Derek was a real fan of piercings and tattoos. As a real punk he had to be of course. He was easily recognizable as one through his hairstyle, a blue mohawk, the tunnels in his ears and his black clothes. He had decided to get another piercing, one that he had desired for a long time, a nose ring.
He thought it would give him a somewhat bull like appearance. Of course tat was a false hope. At a height of 5ft6 and a weight of 90 pounds, the 26-year old skinny punk was little a bull as could be. Even his cock matched this statement. Where others his age had an average dick between their legs, skinny Derek, had an 3″ nub that could hardly satisfy his former girlfriend.
Maybe that was the reason why she had cheated on him. After catching her in bed with Daniel, his best friend, the week before, they broke up. To get them out his mind, he had decided to get a new piercing.
Entering the piercing studio, he was greeted by the owner. “Hey Derek. Why are you looking so glum, buddy?”, his longtime friend asked him. “Veronica hs cheated on me with my best friend.”, Derek replied. “Damn, that’s shit. I guess you want a piercing to come to other thoughts? What did you have in mind?”, the owner quetioned him. “Yeah, dude, you’re right. I thought of a nose piercing, if you can do it.”, Derek replied.
“Yeah sure. I have a nose ring I kept exactly for such an occasion.”, the piercer said and went into the back of his store. A few miutes later he came back with a small box, containing a silver nose ring. “Shall we get started, Derek?”, he asked with a grin.
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Half an hour later, Derek stood up from the chair, where the owner had pierced him and stretched, his muscles twitching and his spine cracking. “Damn, that hurt.”, he said rubbing his freshly pierced nose. Colin, the owner, and he himself couldn’t help but watch the massive muscles on his arm flex. In addition Derek made his pecs dance, bouncing a little tune with his pillow pectorals. His other plate sized hand felt up the eightpack hidden underneath his shirt. The muscular legs, supporting his 6ft9 body could easily be mistaken for marble pillars and the feet that made up his base were easily size 19.
“Okay, Colin, here you go.”, Derek said handing him 250 dollars, “Keep the rest.” “But I only need 100, Derek.”, Colin replied surprised by his friend’s gratitude. “Doesn’t matter, I was just paid for the last shoot.”, the male model calmed Colin, “Got more than enough at the moment. Okay, see ya.”
When Derek left the shop, he suddenly got a message. “Everything set for tonight. Danielle and I can’t wait.” It was from Veronica, a girl that he had been fucking for several months now. She had organized a threesome with her best friend Danielle tonight, though it was no problem for Derek.
“Shit.”, Derek boomed. He had caught sight of himself in the mirror. Stubble coated his perfect, angular jaw in just the right way. His lips looked like they were made to give a woman an orgasm just kissing her. His broad nose was now perfectly accentuated by his new piercing. His sparkling green eyes were perfectly emphasized by a pair of thick bushy eyebrows. But his joy and pride was the wavy undercut that permanently looked like he had just woken up.
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Back in his appartement , Derek stripped his clothes off completely. It was just so much more comfortable to let his farm animal sized cock and bullnuts swing around freely. He decided to take a picture of himself and send it to Veronica. ‘Gotta get her ready for tonight.’, Derek thought, his mammoth tool getting hard at the thought.
Normally I wouldn’t do a celeb story, but this picture kind of caught me. ^^
A Fan’s Wish
Sophie was a total fan of Justin Bieber. His texts spoke directly from the bottom of her heart, his small, toned body was perfect and his face was like an angel’s. He was her ideal man. Unfortunately she was just a normal fan and a superstar like Justin would never even stop to look at her, it was such a tragedy.
One day she helped her grandma cleaning and found a strange amulet, a thick golden chain with a ruby pendant. When she asked her grandmother if she could keep the necklace, the old lady smirked scarily and approved it.
This very evening she sat in her bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The necklace really accentuated her red hair, she should wear it at her the next concert, maybe Justin would then notice her.
Suddenly the gem began to emit a bright red light and Sophie’s world blurred for a moment.
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Seconds later, Justin Bieber’s tour truck stopped in front of his girlfriend’s house. The mountain of a man, who was the superstar, left the truck. Together with him his roadie left the car and told the singer: “This way Mr. Bieber. Your girlfriend lives just here.”
“Huhu, yeah. Gotta empty my nuts into her.”, the dumb star replied with a deep voice, that was the main reason he was so popular with the girls, it made them go wet in an instant. Though himself standing at 7′8″ and weighing around 350 pounds of solid muscle wasn’t a hindrance either, especially if his muscled torso was permanently on display, since no shirt had fit him since he had been 16.
“We’re gonna leave tomorrow Mr. Bieber, so please hurry with your… task.”, the man reminded him and knocked at Sophie’s door.
As she opened the door, the giant popstar ducked into her hallway, his head grazing the ceiling.
“I hope you’re ready, baby,”, Justin Bieber said to his girlfriend dropping his pants as soon as the door was closed, revealing his 14″ monstrosity, that was already leaking pre.
Sorry for being absent the past few weeks. I was busy with the preparation for my time at the university and to be honest, I still am. So there probably won’t be regular posting for some time, but I will try to write stories from time to time.
By the way, feel free to send requests or propose new tags, I forgot. ^^’
No Diploma for Chang
The day was finally there. Beatrice and her classmates would finally get their high school diplomas. They would get the certiicate of all their hard years of working through school, leave this lame small town and conquer the world. And her future looked bright, after all she was the second best student in her year. The only student, who was smarter than her was the chinese genius Chang Lee.
She had to admit, that she was jealous of him. The little nerd came from a rich family and was captain of the chess and debate teams. Rumor had it, that he got accepted into the MIT an Harvard and even had an offer to study abroad in Oxford.
“Beatrice LaDorre.”, the principal said. Finally it was her turn to get the diploma. As she stepped on the stage and looked at the audience, all she could see were happy faces. Even her mom smiled, though it looked slightly wicked.
They’d had a quarrel the other day. Her mom had gotten furious after Bea had told her that she was the second best student in her year. The argument had ended with her mom yelling after her: “I will make you the best student.”
Oddly enough she didn’t take photos of her own daughter, maybe she was still angry with Bea. Then she left the stage and it was time for the real star to appear.
“It’s an honor to me to hand a diploma over to the best student this year, Chang Lee.”, the headmaster announced and Chang entered the stage. Surprised she saw her mother draw an odd old polaroid cam and then there was a blinding flash as she took the photo.
‘He will do just fine.’, Angela LaDorre thought, ‘But he definitely won’t be an honor student anymore.’
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When the flash had subsided, Chang felt odd. Heavy, big and somehow at ease. When he looked down to find the origin of the feeling, all he could whisper was: ”Fuck.”
He was a fucking stud. His arms were easily the size of softballs and he felt like he could effortlessly lift trucks with one hand. Unfortunately his pecs were so big, that he could not see what laid underneath. But he sensed, that the rest of his body was just as powerful and muscular as his beefy arms.
All that he could see beneath his monster pecs was the prominent bulge in apair of shny red posers.
“And here is our next participant. Nr. 476, Chang Lee.”, a voice announced and somehow Chang felt compelled to enter the stage. When he, still in awe, stepped in front of the audience he noticed that he ccouldn’t remember anything from his old life. He couldn’t even remember how to add up simple numbers.
His head felt so empty, but it was okay. He knew that he would win this contest and then he would fuck a few twinks backstage, just like he always did.
Big Man on Campus
I have to admit that I hated my roommate Greg. He was your typical cocky jerk of a footballer and always bragged about how much pussy he scored. Not that I wouldn’t notice, after all I got thrown out of my room at least 3 times a day so that Grag could pound his newest girlfriend. My only peaceful hours were when he hit the gym with his football buddies or when he went to a party.
And damn did the many hours of work show. His body would have made most amateur bodybuilders blush with envy. So it was no surprise that the women in town practically begged him to fuck them and all men wanted him to do the same thing to them.
But of course he wouldn’t. The mountain of a man with a permanently stubbled jaw was the biggest homophobe I had ever seen. He constantly yelled at me, when I looked at him with only a hint of lust in my eyes and frequently beat me up when I looked at his naked body and massive cock when he left the bathroom after showering.
But being a gay twinky nerd I just couldn’t help. I was the complete opposite of Greg. While he was a 270lbs 6′8″ prime example of a man, I was 5′7″ and weighed 120 pounds soaking wet. Though I was like an expert when it came to myths and magic.
And that’s how I discovered the briefs. After weeks of thorough research I discovered a pair of items that would help me with my problem. It cost me over a thousand bucks and a lot of nerves, but I could finally persuade a guy on the web to send me pair of the underwear.
After Greg had gone to the gym I placed the purple boxer briefs on top of his other underwear, knowing that he always grabbed the uppermost boxers without looking. After that I put the boxers I had ordered for myself on and waited. Greg wouldn’t even have to wear the far too small briefs, one touch would be enough to set my plan into motion.
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Two hours later my roommate came back from his training. I couldn’t help but stare at his shining sweaty muscles playing under his skin, when he began to undress.
“You like that, faggot?”, Greg asked, noticing my lustful stares, “I’ll go showering and then I’ll beat you to a pulp.” And with these words he went to the bathroom. Coming back he reached into his drawer and then he touched the briefs and I could clearly see a shock going through his body and hear a deep whisper: “What the fuck was that?” Good thing he didn’t notice the shimmer of his briefs or my boxers. The magic had begun it’s work.
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Over the course of the next weeks everyone could witness to transformations. Greg got smaller and somewhat gayer every day and lost his place in the football team. On the other hand, I was taller, beefier and more confident every time I looked in the mirror. I banged a new twink every night and even slept with a few girls.
A few weeks later I had become the big man on campus with a height of 6′9″ at a weight of 300 pounds of solid muscle and had banged almost every person around (even a few of the footballers, though they would never admit it). On the other hand, Greg now practically was the football team’s cumdump and practically a breathing fleshjack for myself and my hungry footlong monster.
Greg now even wore the purple briefs, that had set the whole transformation in motion and I have to saythey accentuate his bubble butt just fine.
Amulets of Masculinity - Roger
In ancient times an aztec tribe had produced 6 differrent amulets, that were meant to enhance the masculinity qualities of the one who wears it. The amulets were in use till the aztec tribe was wiped out by the spanish conquistadors. But they were lost and had been forgotten for centuries, but now in our times the amulets are showing up again.
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At the age of 85 Roger had lived his life to the fullest, but all good things had to come to an end. A week ago, he had collapsed in his house, with heavy headache and now his whole body ached. Luckily his wife Cecilia called an ambulance and now he laid in a hospital, surrounded by his 3 children, their partners and children. His condition had terribly worsened in the last three days and he could feel himself getting weaker by the minute.
Than his daughter Naomi approached him: “Daddy, can you hear me? I have a present for you. I know, you don’t believe in such things, but the woman I bought it from told me it could help you get better. Do you want me to put it onto you?” Roger smiled weakly and nodded. Naomi had always had a thing for this esoteric stuff, he remembered.
As the lock on the necklace closed, the dying figure of Roger Schmidt faded away, leaving his family behind, their memory of him slowly fading aways, as his body dissolved.
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When Roger opened his eyes again, he found himself in a nice looking backyard in what looked like a quiet suburb. And much to his surprise, he stood on his own two legs, even though he had barely been able to lift his hand just a minute ago. And then he noticed, that it wasn’t even that hard to stand. To be exact, he felt like he could run and jump and do whatever he want. He felt better every second, more energetic, stronger and somehow ... younger.
Unbeknownst to him, it did not only feel like he was getting younger, but he really was. The years were melting away of him. 10, 20, 30 and ultimately a whole 60 years simply vanished from his life. He now even stood straight again, showing his complete height of 6′ even pretty good. Roger even had the same lean build, he had in college, as well as the same unruly mop of chestnut brown hair.
But his hair was rapidly growing, refining itself into a bun of pitch black dreadlocks that reached halfway down his back. That wouldn’t be the case for too long, since Roger slowly inched higher, his back cracking loudly, as more and more inches were added to his height. The now 25-year old didn’t notice a thing as he scratched his dreadlock covered head. When the itching subsided, Roger stood at the now impressive height of 6′8″.
And when the growth in height had stopped, the next transformation started. Starting from his new black mane a new skin coulour spread across his body, having it assume a chocolate brown tone. And with the process, the clothes he had gotten from the hospital dissolved and reformed into a pair of spandex pants with a grey, triangular pattern across it and some wristbands.
A comfortable feeling spread from his chest, as his already lean build was replaced by a much beefier and much stronger set of muscles. His chest was expanded to form a pair of plate sized pecs, with the most perfect set of ab muscles you would ever find, laying underneath. His newly grown football sized biceps were connected to the now cannonball sized shoulders, with veins running all along his massive new arms.
But the biggest fulfillment of the Afro-American stereotype grew between his newly transformed horse legs. His old 5″ prick got replaced, by a new 11″ schlong, that snaked down the leg of his spandex pants.
Suddenly the backdoor of the house opened and a small blond boy, came out into the garden. “Roger, are you finished with your workout? Adam and me need you desperately.”, the twink said, in a soft, high pitched voice. “Go ahead upstairs and prepare your asses for getting pillaged. I’ll be following you as soon as I finish my protein shake.”, Roger replied all of his thoughts now directed on working out, fucking and spreading the glory of masculinity.
This time I’m trying myself at a more graphic description of lovemaking.
Stereotyping
Tucker and John were an odd couple. Not only were they mixed raced, with Tucker being an Afro-American and John’s grandparents having come from China in the late 1960′s. But that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing about their relationship. They weren’t the stereotypical black and asian guys. While Tucker was had graduated from college as the best of his year and even had a doctor, working for a big international medical company, John had dropped out of high school, which not even his status as the school’s star quarterback could prevent, since that couldn’t compensate for all the Fs he had. So while Tucker worked in a big laboratory and had just developed a new medicament against the flu, John worked as a personal trainer in one of the local gyms and sided as a fitness model.
The couple didn’t even fulfill their respective stereotypes in the bedroom. While Tucker was a timid little bottom, who was hung like a gerbil, John was an agressive top, who knew how to use the coke bottle thick shank of sexmeat, that hung between his legs. He would continuously tease Tucker’s keyhole tight asshole with his fist sized cockhead, which alone was enough to make the little guy spurt, before pushing in in one smoooth motion, that would then become a constant jackhammering, that would change his blissful moans into orgasmic screams. And while Tucker had already shot numerous loads, it would take the horny Chinese another 30 minutes to dump his in comparison enormous load up the black doctor’s big booty.
But then one day, a mysterious package arrived. Tucker found it in the hallway, when he came home form work, having packed up his things early, to surprise his husband, only to find their flat as messy as he had left it, even though he had asked John to tidy it up while he was gone. Tucker would have done it, but he ws already late, after the Asian hulk had had another go at his ass this morning. “He probably isn’t even up yet.”, Tucker thought checking his watch. It was already past 2 pm but he forgave his husband, after all it was the big guy’s free day.
Forgetting the package for the moment, Tucker silently entered their shared bedroom, finding John still asleep, the bed sheets stuck to the impressive tent his bull cock was making. Quietly, the little black guy approached his sleeping husband, slipping his under the sheets and going down on the impressive tool, the sleeping John stirring slightly as he did so. Slowly but steadily the Asian behemoth awoke, as his twinky husband blew him, even able to deepthroat the cock until he, now fully awake, forced the entire length down his lover’s throat and finally shot a humonguous load.
“Hey baby, finally awake?”, Tucker asked. “Yeah.”, came the reply from his husband, his voice so deep, that it made Tucker’s little cock hard again. A short time later, John had gotten dressed, meaninng he now wore underwear, leaving his perfect torso on display, and set at the kitchen table, downing a coffee and reading the newspaper. Then Tucker came in with the package he had previously ignored. “We’ve got a package, baby. It’s addressed to both of us.”, he said, showing the brown box he held in his small hands.
When the two of them opened the myterious carton they found a small vase and a piece of paper in it, that read: “To set things straight in your relationship.” Curiously Tucker inspected the vase. The little piece of pottery was painted with what looked like a mix of Asian and African symbols. “That thing looks pretty strange.”, Tucker murmured to himself. “Show it to me.”, John asked him and Tucker handed him the vase. And in the exact moment, when both them touched the mysterious piece of pottery, a bronze light erupted from it, knocking the couple out.
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John laid on the bed, the sheets still sticky from cum. But of course it was less his cum than rather the one of Tucker, the big black bull. He had spent all night jackhammering his enormous black dick up John’s tight Asian ass and from the looks of it, he hadn’t stoppped, when John had already passed out rom both exhaustion and bliss. It looked like Tucker had shot over a gallon of cum all over the place. John’s little cock already got hard, just thinking about his husband.
Despite having two doctor titles and having made a lot of money, when he had worked for that one chemical company, John had quit his job two years ago, when he had met Tucker. Before that, the Asian twink had been one of then leading experts in mathematics and chemics in the whole world. But then he had met the black behemoth called Tucker. The guy was just perfect, Incredibly big muscles under that perfect black skin and the most stereotypical black horse cock to ever be created. John had to quit his job, so he would be available for Tucker to fuck at all time, while the black titan did his brutal workouts.
Speaking of the devil, a massive shadow appeared in the doorway. Tucker ha dto turn a little sideways to enter the room, his massive shoulders far to broad to pass through the doorway normally. As he approached the bed and the delicate figure lying in it. Undoing his belt, Tucker asked in deep bass voice: “Hey ,baby, ready for round 6?”
A story, which is part of a competition with my good friend @amalianetwork.
Pumped-up Music
The new gym, that had just recently opened, was pretty popular. It’s name was “Pumped-up Music” and rumor had it, that every guy training in i competed in professional bodybuilding. So, to check if all of these rumors were true and if there was some kind of connection to the many nerds, who had been absent from school for a feww days, Daryl, reporter for his school’s paper, had decided to join the gym and do some investigating.
As Daryl entered the inconspicious brickstone building, he was immediately greeted by the sight of a massively muscled guy sitting behind the registration counter. Not only did the guy definitely look like a competitve bodybuilder, but he also greatly resembled that one nerd from the chess tea, who had been absent from school for the last week, only a lot more masculine. “Hey dude, how can I help you?”, the behemoth asked with a deep bass voice, that made Daryl surprisingly hard, despite him being completely straight normally.
“I would like to sign up for a gym membership.”, Daryl replied with a much less impressive voice. “Okay, here is the contract.”, the man replied, pulling out a form from under his desk and handing it to Daryl, “The first month of membership is free.”
Quickly the reporter signed the contract and handed it back at the receptionist. “Okay, dude, the locker room is over there.”, he said and pointed in the direction of said room,”And here is your free MP3-player and here are your headphones. We have put the perfect workout music together on it, so if you really want to build mass, I would recommend you to listen to it whille working out, trust me.” Daryl felt a little run over, as the gy handed him thetwo items with a wink.
While walking to the locker room, he thought he’d overheard the receptionist saying something like “He’s going to look so hot.”
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15 minutes later, Daryl came out of the locker room, only dressed in a baggy tanktop and some workout shorts, that had been laying in the back of his wardrobe and looked like they were meant for someone much bigger than him, although hhe was sure, that they had fit him just fine when he tried them on before leaving. “I’m probably just imagining things.”, Daryl told himself, while being pretty sure, that the tanktop had been a regular T-shirt, when he put it in his bag.
When he entered the weight room, he was immediately taken aback by the heavy musk, that wafted through the air. And of course by the reason behind it. The room was filled with about two dozen colossal bodybuilders and much too his surprise each one of them had headphones on, just like the ones that receptionist had given him. The crazy thing was, when the musclemen noticed him, they didn’t look at hm with looks of contempt or mockery, but all of them looked somehow curious and gave Daryl a warm smile.
Not wanting to disturb one of the hulking men in the room, Daryl settled for an unoccupied seat, grabbed some free weights and started to do some curls. Even though he was sure his form was terrible, none of the other guys said something but rather gave him the same look of curiosity. About 2 minutes later, Daryl remembered the headphones, that still hung around his bony neck and out of curiosity decided to try the tip of the receptionist out. And so he put on the headphones.
Right away he noticed the strange bassy electronic music coming out of them even though he had yet to start the MP3-player he had been given. Thinking nothing evil of it, Daryl continued with his exercise only to stop again 5 reps later to adjust his form. He resumed his lifting and 5 reps later he stopped once again, once more readjusting his form.
What he didn’t notice was that veins all over his body had started bulging and pulsated in the beat of the music he was listening to. Neither did he notice, that the music was getting louder by the minute or that the weight he was training with soon got too light for him. He just grabbed the next heavier set of dumbbells and carried on with his workout.
Unbeknownst to him, the veins weren’t the onl thing to bulge all over his body. With each rep he did, it looked like air was pumped into his formerly bony frame. An unimpressive skinny arm soon replaced by a pair of nicely trained ones, which themselves were soon replaced by a pair of veiny pythons that looked like he would need to get a license for them.
His stick thin legs pumped up into a pair of nice runner’s legs, which grew into a pair of flesh made trunks themselves. Daryl even needed to adjust the way he sat, since the sheer size of his new thighs made them touch one another. The formerly bony neck, around which his headphones had hung was soon far too big to ever have headphones fit around it, or ties or collars, thanks to the enormous traps he now called his own.
While continuously moving for even heavier weights, his ack wasn’t left out either. Daryl’s formerly narrow back grew wider and wider, forcing his unimpressive shoulders outwards and growing them in the process. His back and shoulders grew so broad, that the part of Daryl, that had noticed the rapid changes happening to his body doubted that they would ever be able to fit in a shirt other than a tanktop, soft flesh being turned into a mountainous landscape of muscle, that was topped off by a pair of soccer ball sized shoulders.
But that part of his mind grew quieter and quieter with each of his eight ab muscles popping into excistence and becoming more defined by the second, ultimately remaking it into a cobblestone road, that lead up to his equally unchanged pecs. The former reporter’s pidgeon chest first blew up to a nice fitness model sized pair of pecs, which paled in comparison to the steel hard armor of majestic muscle mass that it grew into.
His formerly baggy clothes were now pretty stretched out, as the now 6′6″ titan underwent another change. His ass blew up, continuously being unwillingly flexed and unflexed, slowly reforming into a of boulder like globes, you could probably crush diamonds with. At the same time another change happened. His presumably average manhood of 5″ got hard, but instead of stopping at the usual 6″, it got even longer, slowly snaking down the size of his knee long workout shorts, until it looked, like Daryl was smuggling a baseball bat and a pair of eggs in his pants.
Suddenly a tan started to spread from his newly grown bullcock, dyeing his new gigantic frame in a nice coulour, that made it impossible for him to hide his now Italian heritage. Especially combined with the changes happening to his face. His formerly nondecript jawline got squarer, sharper and more angular, while coating itself with a new thcik stubble, till it looked like he could glass with his new lantern jaw. His blue eyes darkened to a deep brown, verging to black, that you could lose yourself in and that still seemed to look to the very center of your soul. Combined with a pair of bushy, yet well trimmed eyebrows and broad, yet extremely attractive nose, they only enhanced the hypermasculine look he now sported, despite which his face still somehow resembled his old one. At last his hair receded back into his skull, reforming into a gelled black crew cut.
Daryl, still unknowing of the transformation he had just undergone, didn’t even the memories of his old life fading away as the rythm of the music changed. As the now far more bass-heavy music boomed through his head, it created new memories for him. He was now Daryl Aragona, 25-year old personal trainer, fitness model and one of the most successfull competitive bodybulders in the world. But right now Daryl had only three thoughts on his mind. First he would get himself a post workout shake, then he would take a nice pumped up selfie and finally he would fuck that cute receptionist in the showers.
Finally Satisfied
Looking back, it might not have been the brightest idea to use this strange idol on my husband Tom. We’ve had more than a few issues in our marriage, but probably the biggest one was, that he just couldn’t satisfy me sexually. I mean, he shot his load about two minutes after we started and then he was asleep within a few minutes.
I just wanted to get a really good fuck for once, so when Casey, a friend of mine, told me how satisfying the sex had been, since she used the idol on her husband Mike, which I didn’t remember being anything but a plain black muscle monster with a free swinging horse cock (He didn’t bother to put on any pants even when they had guests. Not that anyone complained.) But I decided to trust her and that same evening I waited till my husband was asleep after another unsatisfying sex session and did exactly what she had told me.
I took one of his boxer briefs from the drawer, cut a curl from his hair and wrote my wish on a piece of paper: “I just want to get sexually satisfied.” I then proceeded to bind my paper to the briefs with the curl of Tom’s hair and placed the idol on top of his underwear, just like Casey had instructed me to. I then recited the line she had taught me: “Dei factus est dignus!”
Suddenly the eyes of the little statue glowed bright red and runes began to appear all over the idol. The light became brighter by the second and before I passed out I noticed that Tom’s boxer briefs had been replaced by a pair of posers.
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When I woke up, I only saw a black behemoth with his clean shaven ebony head between my legs and at the same time blushed as I saw what he did to my pussy. Only then the surprise subsided and a wave of pure bliss hit me. “So that’s the forplay. Let’s move to the main attraction.”, said the giant and lifted his head from between my legs. And then a realization hit me. This man was none other than my husband Tom. He might have the boody of a god, the sexual prowess of a porn star and skin the colour of dark chocolate, but I recognized the face of my husband, although it had gone through a process of hyper masculinisation.
But as he climbed on top of me and lined his fist sized cock head up with my pussy, new memories started flooding into my mind. Of course he had the sexual prowess of a porn star, he was one. Tom had been doing porn professionally ever since he turned 18, but he had started making amateur videos of himself since his 16th birthday. Ever since he turned professional he had gathered a harem of girls around him, college girls, neighbours and over hot women made it up, but I was the unchallenged leader of his girls. It was only natural for his wife.
We had fallen in love during the first year of high school, both of us nerds, but soon after he had taken up weight lifting. Turned out that he not only had an enormous cock (A fact I didn’t know of back then.), but his balls produced a strange hormone that stimulated enormous growth in his muscles. He quickly moved up in the school’s hierarchy, but he never forgot me.
Right after our graduation we got married and bought a huge mansion of the money, that Tom had earned with porn and his bodybuilding. That was exactly 10 years ago and since then our life had been practically an endless orgy. By now Tom had become one of the most famous porn stars in the world, thanks o his amazing body and farm animal sized cock.
“So baby, ready for your Valentine’s Day gift?”, Tom asked me, his deep voice making my pussy go even wetter.
Everything I can remember after this is my husband jackhammering his record breaking cock into my tight pussy and orgasmiing for about 10 times. What can I say? Ever since I met Tom, I can’t complain about being unsatisfied.
Domestic Violence
Sobbing Michelle laid on her bed, holding her right eye. Her husband Robert had once again hit her in his drunken rage. And all of this only because she hadn’t cleaned the house, because she had been at work. And while she had been busy with her job all day, he had sat home and downed one bottle of beer after another. That’s how it had been for a few months now. Right after Robert had been fired he had started drinking.
She would like to leave him or report him to the police, but she still loved him for some reason. When they had met a few year’s ago Robert had been a kind and gentle soul and had always treateed her like a gentleman. Back then they both had been quite handsome, but tat time was over. His formerly blond hair had thinned out and him spending the days at home in front of the TV had done their part in ruining his athletic build.
His once firm sixpack had been replaced with a sagging gut and his face’s sharp features had been softened by unsightly fat. He permanently reeked of the cheap beer and booze he spend Michelle’s hard earned money on and she wasn’t much better off. The long hours at the office and the anxieties resulting from Robert’s brutal demeanor had led to a radical loss of weight. Her once curvy figure was now reduced to a skeleton like caricature of it’s former glory and it was furthermore covered with bruises and scars. The only thing she still prided herself on was the long brunette mane she called her own.
As tears rolled down her eyes, she remembered this strange old woman who had talked to her on her hurried way home. She had muttered something like “what you deserve” and “new perspective”, had given her an old looking hand mirror and then she had gone away, still looking a bit confused. She took the strange object out of her handbag and looked at herself. Then with a feeling of the world being flipped over, she blacked out.
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With a grunt Michelle woke up again. But she didn’t feel normal, she felt somehow heavier, bigger and overall more confident. She stood up and looked down at her body. “Fuck”, escaped her lips. Her view was blocked by a massive chest, but it wasn’t as busty and soft as her former boobs, but rather a pair of rockhard pec muscles, that bounced a bit with each breath she took. Still perplexed by her new body, she tore away her gaze from her new heavy chest and let her eyes wander down the mass of her new muscular arms, tracing the outlines of the veins running across the curves of her big forearms and bulging biceps as well as her all across her powerful cannonball shoulders.
She walked in front of the ceiling height mirror on the wall. Still completely bewildered by her transformation, she ran a calloused plat sized hand down the deep bumps of her new sixpack and along the outline of her adonis belt. Suddenly she felt something big and soft, held back by a thin piece of underwear. “Later”, she thought and let her eyes take in every inch of her stone hard legs and her boat sized feet.
Just when she was finished looking down at herself, the door flew open and Robert burst in. Though he didn’t look like Robert any more. Just like Michelle he had undergone a transformation and was now a busty bimbo with long blond hair and a perfect hourglass figure. “What the fuck hap...”, she screamed, but then she saw the new and improved Michelle. “Hey, babe, I guess I’m the man in our relationship now.”, boomed the former Michelle, now Micheal, as Robert, now Roberta let her eyes wander down the mountainous body of his former wife.
As theylooked into each other’s eyes, Roberta lost herself in the perfection of her partner’s face. The perfection of his broad, yet handsome nose, his deep hanging brows, the sharpness of his jawline and the the stubble covering it.
“I think the time’s right for a test run for our new bodies.”, Roberta purred and caressed the big bulge in his boxer briefs with one hand, while fondling his mane of silky brown hair with the other.
Backstage Pass
“What’s that.”, Cory thought as he eyed the crimson envelope. He normally didn’t get any mail despite ads and bills. He ripped the letter open as he climbed the stairs to his appartement. In it there was some kind of ticket, which was decorated with bulging muscles all over and looked like it was for some kind of muscle show. Enclosed was a note: “You have been randomly selected as a winner for our competition. Your prize is a backstage pass for the upcoming bodybuilding show. Have fun.”
Cory wasn’t that much of a freak about bodybuilding,since he preferred the normal guys over the muscle beasts, but muscles were knd of hot. And it would certainly be a nice way of passing time.
So the following saturday he found himselfbat the local convention center, surrounded by well muscled dude and sexy women, not to forget the incredibly built contestants, that stood in the center of small crowds. For the moment Croy ignored all that and made his way towards the backstage door.
More than once he got disgusted looks. Sure he did stand out, even though he was only 5′8″ but he carried around more than a few pounds to much and so he looked like some kind of pervert lurking around the bodybuilders to get a little bit of whack of material. ‘I don’t care what you jocks think, I have a backstage pass and you don’t.’, he thought as he approached the burly bouncer.
The man gave him a short look, noticed the pass around hs neck and opened the door.murmurin something about “Number 68″ and th last contestant “finally being here”. But Cory brushed thesee comments off as he stepped over the backstage’s threshold and a cool breeze brushed him.
An then he finally saw the first athletes. ‘Okay, don’t get a boner now. You’ve practiced this more than once.’, Cory thought, trying to suppress his raging hard-on. he had had a crush on bodybuilders since he first saw the Mr. Olympia competition on TV at the age of seven. He had tried to train himself, but his metabolism was simply too horrible. There was this one guy, Cory tried hard to remember his name, but his raging horniness blocked his mind.
Another breeze hit his body as he walked towards his idol. He really was smaller than he looked in the videos. Cory had thought that he would have to look up to look him in the eye, but they were at eye level. ‘Duh, he’s 6′3″, jut like me.’, he mentally facepalmed himself. Though he always looked larger than he really was, which was one of the few good things about being as skinny as he was.
Thia time the reeze was stronger. This was so embarassing, why did he choose to turn up in a posing strap. He had only just begun with training. He wasn’t nearly big enough to pull off this kind of stunt. The guy was already looking at him kind of freaked out. Nervously he rubbed his head, only to readjust his gelled hairstyle afterwards. His brunette scalp was his treasure.
The next breeze was silenced by the calls o the guy he was walking to: “Hey, aren’t you Corey Smith, the winner of the National Championship? You are a beast! I watch each and everyone of your videos. Are you really natural?” “Yeah I am him and yes I am natural. Everything you see here is the work of long years of training and nutrtition.”, Corey answered, his incredibly deep voice making the guy’s knees shake. Naturally his admirer’s eyes wandered from his face, which had gotten him more than a few model jobs, down to his pecs, that had been a pillow for far more than one lover, and his eightpack abs, that were enough to have every man shoot a load, and finally settled for the bulging, brigh red posers, whose cotents had earned him the name ‘Colossus’ in the community.
Suddenly the blond hair of the other bodybuilder seemed to sway in a breeze and his look changed from admirtion to downright lust. “Could we take a photo and than go to the other room, where you show me where your nickname comes from, stud?”, he said, his voice slightly higher pitched and trembling with desire. “Sure, but that will ahve to come after the show. Don’t be sad if you lose, after all you will be below me afterwards too.”, he winked and could almost hear the guy shoot his load.
