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Annalyse's First Christmas Tree - Part 3

[Part Two]

-Annalyse looked over at gene, blushing as she stammered and tried to explain. She hadn’t lied… fully… it was complicated-

G…gene… I… um… I can explain… I wasn’t lying… I… let me explain…

-Annalyse took a deep breath as she tried to stead herself to explain, hoping gene would listen and not be too upset-

-Gene crossed his arms and looked sternly at Annalyse VanSaxon .-

Explain? Seems to me the explanation is a naughty, rich girl got caught in a lie and is trying to come up with an excuse.

-Annalyse nodded, taking a moment to steady herself before she spoke-

I didn’t lie… fully… My family never really celebrated Christmas. Christmas is a time for family and it’s about giving. I’ve always been handed everything and never wanted for anything. My father and mother are busy with work often so celebrating a family holiday doesn’t really happen… the servants put up a tree to make the house more seasonal but… I never had the magic of Christmas… I certainly never cut down a tree and did all of this work! It was a lot of fun…

-Annalyse trailed off a bit at the end as she looked down. She really was having fun… she would have probably loved this holiday had she had someone to celebrate it with-

-Gene studied her for a moment. Not completely sure if this was another deception or not, but her body language did seem sincere.-

Let’s say I believe you. But that still means your were deceptive, no matter how you want to try and quantify it. And you're still in big trouble with me.

-A thought occurred to him, and without giving it much, if any, consideration he handed Annalyse the saw.-

Go find a branch. Thick as a finger, as long as an arm. Cut it off and bring it to me.

Now.

-Annalyse looked at gene confused. A branch? He wanted just a branch? Annalyse tried to figure it out and then it dawned on her. Suddenly the rich girls eyes were as big as dinner plates. He meant to switch her. Annalyse took the saw hesitantly… she knew she deserved this and decided to obey. Maybe if she took her punishment the boy and her could still salvage their friendship. Annalyse trudged into the woods and cut a pine branch. She was rather inexperienced and didn’t know that pine trees were not suitable for spanking switches. Annalyse cut the branch and stripped it of its needles, making it ready for her spanking. Annalyse brought the branch to gene and presented it with fear in her face-

H…h…here sir…

-After she headed off Gene pulled out his phone. The first hit for “VanSaxon” was an article in Forbes titled The VanSaxon Princess of Business with Annalyse standing in a power pose in front of a large office desk in an expensive looking office.-

Really is her…

-Gene looked up from his phone when Annalyse returned. He was still mad at her, but he was also a little impressed that she actually did as she was told instead of just calling for a helicopter evacuation. Especially since, judging by her expression, there was no ambiguity as to what the switch was to be used for.-

Good job “princess”. Now pull down your bottoms and flip up your skirt. Let’s get this taken care of.

My bo… but… but…

-Annalyse heard genes demand and her cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment. Annalyse fidgeted nervously. She didn’t have to do this. She could leave. There was nothing holding her here. Gene was just some guy who worked at one of a dozen coffee shops. There was nothing that gave him any control or power over her… but deep down Annalyse felt bad and she wanted to be friends with gene. She wanted a genuine friend and she was sad that she messed up her relationship with gene over this lie-

But it’s cold outside!!! Plus it’s the middle of the woods! People could see!!!

Have it your way, “princess”. I’m not waiting around in the cold to debate this.

-Gene reach down and flipped up her skirt himself, stuffing it up under the bottom elastic of her coat. Then he shimmied down her tights to her knees. He looked up to grab her underpants next, expecting, well not expecting that. He was so surprised he just involuntarily said aloud…-

-Annalyse tried to struggle a little but gene was clearly bigger and stronger. Her skirt was lifted and to her dismay her tights found a new home bunched up at her knees. Annalyse blushed dark red as her Rugrats print panties were exposed to the open air. The whole group smiling on the girls butt. Annalyse reached back to try and tug up her tights and hopefully hide her childish panties-

No no no! Wait! Wait!!! It’s cold! Let me keep my tights!!! Why does it have to be bare???

-Annalyse was full of surprises it seemed. Her panty selection wasn’t really any of his concern, her naughty bottom was however.-

Because Tommy, Chuckie, Phil & Lil, and even Angelica didn’t do anything wrong.

-He punctuated by yanking the Rugrats down to join her tights.-

And don’t you worry, Princess, you won’t be cold for very long at all.

-Gene stuffed his gloves into his pockets and grabbed both of her wrists in his left hand while taking the switch in his right. He raised her wrists up so she had to hold her arms above her head, making her butt a clear for the switch.-

-Annalyse blushed as gene gave his answer. It was honestly pretty funny and if she was anyone else hearing it she might have laughed but as her panties had their reunion with her tights all she could do was blush. Annalyse shivered as her bare bottom was exposed to the freezing wind. She blushed worse as her arms were lifted. Annalyse did a small dance, struggling a little, her nerves were alive as she tried to brace herself for the spanking she had earned-

-The pine switch whistled through the air and whacked right across it’s bouncing, bare bottomed target.-

I do not appreciate being lied to, young lady!

-Gene cut the switch repeatedly across her unprotected butt, leaving thatched lines of red in it’s wake.-

And I don’t care if you’re a princess or a pauper or something in between. Lies get you a spanked bottom.

-Annalyse wasn’t ready for the intense sting the switch left behind. Annalyse yelped and winced as her butt was decorated with the painful lines. The switch stung like mad as the rich heiress jumped and danced, unable to pull her hands back to protect her naked rear. Gene was right. Her bottom wasn’t cold… it burned under the harsh stick-

Ow ahhhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwww! Nnnnnnnn gene ow! That hurts a lot!!!

That’s the idea, Princess.

-Gene held her tight under all the squirms and continued to thrash her butt, adjusting the angle of his swing to make sure he caught the under curve of her cheeks as well.-

-Annalyse felt the switch continue to sear lines into her butt. She sniffles as she feels tears stinging the corners of her eyes. The pine switch isn’t designed for a spanking, a fact that becomes evident when the swats thoroughly coat her rear in sap-

Please gene! I wasn’t trying to hurt you! It was a mistake! I learned my lesson!

-Annalyse felt the tears start to stream down her face, unable to keep from crying like the child she behaved as-

I’m glad you’re recognized it was a mistake, Annalyse. But there are still consequences to your actions, young lady.

-Gene noticed that he had to give a small tug to the switch to pull it away from her butt, and he realized that she had cut a pine switch! Well, of course she did, she thought to himself, it was Christmas Tree Forest after all!-

-It wasn’t the best tool for the job, but he decided to continue making do with what he had.-

-Annalyse sobbed as her bottom was switched. She hadn’t realized the mistake herself and likely wouldn’t have known due to never being switched before. Annalyse tugged and pulled, trying to free her wrists but it was no use. Annalyse’s dance was desperate and childish. She tried to escape the lashes she had earned but no amount of turning or jumping helped. Her stomping and kicking only managed to tire her out-

-After a very thorough switching, Gene was satisfied that Annalyse had paid a fair price for her deception and hopefully would think twice before doing it again. And now that she had been punished, he let his heart feel compassion once again.-

It’s okay. It’s over.

-Gene spoke gentle to teary, bare bottomed girl. Maybe she wasn’t wanting for wealth, but she did seem to be poor in friendships. He didn’t think that justified the lie, but he could at least understand that perspective.-

Come here, Princess.

-He cooed at her and pulled her in for a tight, warm hug.-

-Annalyse sobbed as as she hugged gene tight. She wasn’t trying to hurt gene. She simply wanted him to appreciate her for who she was. Annalyse buried her face in the boys chest, feeling the freezing air against her burning rear. She clung to the boy, trying to calm down as she held her friend tight-

-Gene held her, gently rubbing and patting her back.-

I’m glad you stopped in for a hot chocolate. I’ve had a lot of fun with you too. I still want to be friends. Just, no more lies. Okay, Princess?

-Annalyse nodded as she stayed quiet for the moment. She held onto gene tight, cuddling with him as she felt so small and childish. Annalyse finally spoke up, meeting her friends eyes-

Yes Sir. No more lies.

-Annalyse shivered, her lower body still exposed to the open air. She didn’t dare to pull up her pants though, afraid she’d earn another dose if she rubbed or redressed herself without permission-

Good girl.

-Gene noticed her shiver and realized he had left her half naked in the snow.-

Oh, you must be freezing! Here, let’s get you covered back up.

-Gene squatted down and gently pulled the Rugrats back up into place, followed by her tights, and then pulled her skirt back down to cover her.-

-Annalyse shivered, rubbing her bottom as her clothes were returned to their proper position. The rich girl frowned a little as she felt a gross feeling on her butt. She didn’t really understand why but her childish undergarments felt stuck to her sore rear. She didn’t enjoy any of it. Annalyse looked at the tree, hoping to move the conversation on so she could claw her way back up out of the regressive state she was currently in-

Um w…what do we do with the tree now? Um do we have to do anything else?

Now we load it unto the sled and take it back to the parking lot. We’ll get it wrapped up and then loaded on the roof of the car.

-Gene stowed the saw in the bottom of the sled and then loaded the tree, stump end at the front.-

Ready?

-Annalyse nodded, happy to be treated a bit more maturely. She walked with gene, blushing as her panties clung strangely to her butt. Annalyse often fiddled and fussed with her undergarments, hoping gene wouldn’t notice. She enjoyed the walk but the cold stung her face where her tears used to be-

I’m ready. Lead the way!

-Gene was happy to see Annalyse back to her cheerful exuberance, though something seemed off… maybe it was just the sore bottom? She did seem to be rubbing an awful lot.-

-As they walked back Gene could feel his hands sticking unto the inside of his gloves from the sap after handling the tree.-

-Annalyse and gene walked back to the tree wrapping area. All the while Annalyse was fidgeting uncomfortably. Gene had really done a number on her rear and as a result she was extremely sore. As the pair came to the more crowded area of the Christmas tree farm she couldn’t help but rub her rear, the panties clinging to her bottom thanks to the sticky sap that coated her butt. Annalyse blushed as she realized the number of people around. Did they know she was just spanked? Could they see how much she was fidgeting? How uncomfortable her panties felt? Annalyse tried to block out these thoughts as she tried to compose herself and act like the refined heiress she was. Proper and well mannered, not some child who was going to have trouble when she was asked to sit down-

-Gene got the tree loaded and a flash later the tree was bound up. One of the employees helped him stow it on the roof and Gene tied it down. Now that that was taken care of he grabbed the bottle of hand sanitizer that was in the glovebox and used the solvent to unstick his sappy hands.- Annalyse? Are you okay? Like, I know that you just got spanked but you look even more uncomfortable than in the forest.

-Annalyse blushed as she was asked if she was okay. She tried to maintain her dignity, feigning modesty as she squirmed slightly. Unfortunately though Annalyse tried to pick her panties off of her sticky rump and blushed when it was unsuccessful. Annalyse took a deep breath as she sighed- A…actually um… my bottom is a little s…sticky… um… I’m not sure why… m…maybe I rubbed my hands on it by mistake… m…may I have the hand sanitizer so I can clean up in the bathroom?”

[To Be Continued?]

Tears Always Help

Mr. J: -I slip a book mark into my book and set it down.- Need some help getting to sleep, Ellie?

Me: -I blush as I nod. I’m wearing my farm animal print pajamas as I blush. I hold the brush in my hand, fidgeting a little with it. My nerves are a wreck but I know how much a good spanking before bed will help me-

Mr. J: Okay then, young lady. -I reach forward and pull her a little closer by her waist. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her animal print jammies and pull them down leaving her panties still in there place, for the moment at least.- Step out please...

Me: O…o…out? -I swallow hard as I’m give a clear instruction. I blush as my powerpuff girl clad rear end comes into view. I take a deep breath then step out of my jammie bottoms, the reality of my coming bedtime ritual hanging in the air ominously-

Mr. J: -I fold the bottoms and set them aside onto the coffee. Then I hook into the waistband of the power puff panties. Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup are smiling on the front in their iconic pose, but that pose is soon distorted as the fabric scrunches up from my tug and turns inside out as it travels down her thigs, past her knees, over her calf, and pauses at her feet.- Step, Ellie.

Me: O…ohhhh -my face burns scarlet red with shame as my childish underwear meet my ankles. I hesitantly step out of my panties, fidgeting now naked from the waist down. I try to pull my pajama shirt down to cover my bare butt and womanhood. The small patch of hair on my mound is the only thing that denotes me as a mature woman and not a child about to talk with her brush-

Mr. J: -I fold the power puff panties and place them on top of the animal bottoms. I scoot back a bit into the couch and pat my lap.- Alright, climb aboard.

Me: -I blush as I look at your lap. The demand to “climb aboard” as if I’m getting onto a train makes me squirm. Maybe I can request a short ride or an emergency exit later. I climb onto your lap, squirming as my naked rear end wiggles and jiggles. I try to get comfortable, knowing what’s coming next. I hold the brush in my hand, hoping maybe you’ll spank lightly and not deliver the bedtime aid I desperately need-

Mr. J: -I take a moment to rub the naked buns before me. Pulling apart and releasing to let some blood and feeling come into them. It's vaguely reminiscent of kneading and shaping dough. Soon the goosebumps go away and I'm left with a smooth bottom to spank. I don't give any warning, instead I raise my hand a bring it down in a hard smack.-

Me: Eeeeeep -I stamp my foot, blushing as the hard swat from your hand hurts. The sting in my cheek is red hot and I swallow hard as I try to prepare for my bedtime whooping- oh h…hard swats? You want to send me to bed on my tummy?

Mr. J: On your tummy and with some tears still in your eyes. - I respond and continue smacking without waiting for a reply. Hard and fast I cover the naked and unspanked real estate.-

Me: -I gasp and squeak as my unpainted bottom quickly starts to blush pink. My butt heats up quickly, the harsh swats illicit kicks from me without my consent. My legs kick like a frog as I try to find a way to escape or at least get comfortable. There is no such place to be found here on your lap-

Mr. J: -I'm happy to see the little kicks and gasps come through from the hand spanking. My handprints have all blended in to a nice even hue of pink and it's time for the main event. I reach out my hand and issue a single command.- Brush.

Me: Nnnnnnnnn -I want to argue. I want protest that the hand spanking was enough. I want to beg for my bedtime to be now but instead my hand reaches back, offering you my mortal enemy. The polished wooden brush is eager to help me get to bed, whether I want it to or not-

Mr. J: -I take the brush. It's heft is noticeable but well balanced which speaks of it's craftmanship. It's made of such a dense and hard wood. I'm sure a lot of attention to detail was put into the bristles as well, but I'm only concerned with the back side. I take it along an arch, falling to it's destination. Just before landing I give a slight flick to my risk and a loud and painful sounding whap reverberates through the room.-

Me: Yeowwwwwww! -as the swat lands and the pain begins to settle in I start to try and get up off your lap. The pain builds in my cheek as I gasp. The brush seems to be eager to bring me to my first stop before bedtime, tears. I feel my eyes sting as the start to water. I sniffle as I struggle on your lap like a toddler-

Mr. J: -I hold tight to not let you escape. My firm and tight grasp letting you know that no matter your protest, you are getting this spanking. And the spanking does continue. Steady, hard swats, like the unrelenting ticking of a pendulum clock. Swat, smack. Swat, smack. Swat, smack.-

Me: -I start to sob as my butt burns under my brush. The horrible implement keeps a steady stream of tears raining from my eyes. The brush makes me feel like I’m a baby, praying to behave if it means I can get off my fathers knee. I sob and wail as I beg for my butt to be spared. I promise to be good if it means I can get off your knee. I feel so small and naughty in this moment as I struggle with vigor-

Mr. J: -I press on through the sobs and struggles, the spanking pendulum still ticking it's agonizing spanks. Not out of cruelty, but knowing that these struggles and sobs are the exact thing that you need.-

Me: -I bawl like a baby. My bottom burns as I cry, glowing bright red as I now find it impossible to “act my age”. I’ve been reduced to a child, my hair hanging in my face as my face burns red Andy tears spill onto the floor-

Mr. J: -Satisfied with the guttural sobs of a well spanked girl I set aside the brush until it's ready to be called upon again. I rub my hand up and down your back. Like how one would comfort a baby in it's crib, and I speak soft and comforting words.- I know, I know. It's over now. It's okay.

Me: -I sob hard, thankful for the comforting back rub. I try to wipe away my tears but they seem unending. I cry as my bottom throbs. I try to climb off your lap once I finally regain the strength. My harsh thrashing leaves me thoroughly exhausted-

Mr. J: -I let you come to your feet and note the contrast with how utterly unconcerned you are with how exposed your mound and bottom are. Perhaps in the morning you'll think back and be embarrassed when you realized how exposed you were, but for now, you're like a small child, unconcerned with such things. I stand too and pull you in for a hug, continuing with my reassurance and coos.- It's alright, sweetie. You ready to be tucked in and under the covers?

Me: -I nod my head yes as I hug you back tight. I hug you with one hand as my other hand finds my blistered buttocks. I rub my fire engine red rear, whimpering as it hurts at the slightest touch. I feel tears still dripping down my cheeks all be it at a slower rate now. I say nothing about my undies and pajama bottoms, too small to care about my humiliating state of undress-

Mr. J: -I lead you up to your bedroom and pull back the covers for you to get in. I lay the bottom garments on your nightstand and go for a quick rummage in the drawer to find a bottle of cooling cream.- Get in and I'll rub some cream in for you.

Me: -I climb into bed, laying on my stomach as I cling to a stuffed monkey I have from my childhood. I wiggle my read caboose eagerly as I finally stop crying. I sniffle, confident that my spanking will help me get to sleep quickly. My thumb slips between my lips as I close my eyes and relax-

Mr. J: -I squirt two globs of cream, one on each angry looking cheek. I don't rub quiet as deep as I did before, but instead with a soft graze as I work the cool feeling cream across the reddened mounds. I hum a soft lullaby as I work.-

Me: -I effortlessly drift off to sleep feeling small, cared for, and loved. In the morning I’ll have to remember to thank you for always taking such great care of me-

Mr. J: -Noticing the soft breathes and the relaxed state of a girl off to dreamland I pull the covers over and tuck you in. I brush back the hair from your face behind your ear and smile.- Sweet dreams.

Vore World

In this world, vore is common thing. Every predators and preys live normal.

Predators are men and women, and they have same organ in their body as preys.

But the predators can open their mouth wide than prey. And Preys themselves are normally people that can get eaten by predators as some time.

Predators's gene come down to their children as the next generation of preds.

Character:

Matthew is a handsome South Korean guy, that he's born in America. He has brown hair and a white skinned body with buff muscle on his body.

He's height 192 centimetres tall , and has a 10 inch cock, he has a buff muscle on his chest , thighs and legs. He's 25 years old, and his job is bodybuilder because he loves to workout at the Gym with his best friend Brian.

Brian is handsome American tanned skin guy, with a black hair and he is prey. He has a buff muscle on his body ( Bodybuilder) as the same as Matthew.

He's height 183 centimetres tall, and has a 8 inch cock, and he's Matthew's buddy. And Brian himself wanted to get eaten by his best friend Matthew.

Lucy is a Beautiful American woman with brown hair and she has height 179 centimetres tall , and she's Matthew's girlfriend, she falls in love with Matthew at the first day of the school. That they study in the same school. She's a beautiful girl with D-cup chest. She's a predator as the same as her boyfriend Matthew.

Alice is Lucy's best friend , and she's prey as the same as her boyfriend Brian. And she has body structure as her best friend Lucy but she's a 174 centimetres tall. And she wanted eaten by her best friend Lucy.

Manslaughter and manwhore

IORI LITERALLY DREAMS OF KYO IN HIS SLEEP AND THE FIRST THING HE SAYS AFTER WAKING UP IS HIS NAME. i know what you are.

Wanted to draw something wholesome and shippy for one of my canon couples

cross processing photography by marcus-fuchs.com

Wilbur & Ranboo (Sinjin Drowning @ Vidcon)

not. ok.

Possible threesome??

So, few months ago I started sexting with a guy (G) who was in a relationship. And last night, we started as usual and then he told me he wanted me to join them. At first I was pissed because he told me he was alone, but then his girlfriend (R) took his phone and told me she wanted it. Then I spent whole night sexting with her without G knowing and thinking I was angry at him.

So now, she’s interested in me as well and they both want to fuck me without other one knowing, but she’s also open to threesome.

What am I supposed to do now??

Threesome update

There’s been some interesting developments in this. The guy (G) and the girl (R) “talked”. Basically, R doesn't want G to fuck me but is okay with her being in the middle, also she forbade G to do anything with me. On the other hand, G wants to fuck me no matter what and doesn't care what R thinks.

Oh, and R want to fuck me without G knowing or being involved. Double standards much??

This, but better.

Teenagers be like...

Are Muscles Hot?

Can you imagine being a 19-year-old who doesn’t know he has the body of a god?

Have you ever met a ripped, sexy hunk who was somehow still a virgin?

What if you didn’t know everyone wanted to have sex with you?

Growing up in rural Wisconsin, you could argue that I didn’t have the most typical upbringing. Altogether, I was close with my father, mother, two older brothers, my younger sister, and that was really it. Ultimately, we were only allowed off of our 18-acre property when we were going to church, and other special occasions, leaving little opportunity to meet anyone else. Both of my parents were incredibly religious, believing that our minds would be poisoned by the evils of the outside world. Believe it or not, along with being home-schooled, we were only given access to highly monitored and censored internet, as well as little to no television. This really didn’t leave much else to do, other than farm and yard work, but it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. Don’t get me wrong, my parents were great people who definitely cared for us, they were just a little too overprotective.

As long as we were following their rules, getting our chores done, and completing all of our homework assignments, we had free range to do whatever we wanted during our free time. My oldest brother, Jimmy, was a fat but still pretty strong 22-year-old who enjoyed farming and fixing up old cars with our dad. The middle brother, Joe, was a skinny yet fit 20-year-old who spent most of his time reading any book our parents would approve of in the house. Then, Jessica, was your average seeming 16-year-old girl who spent most of her time with mom, but still managed to get the most computer time out of all us. As for me, I’m Josh, and I love reading, yet not as much as Joe, my real passion being working out.  

When I was younger, I wasn’t really assigned many chores, with my dad and two older brothers taking on all of the work outside. Yet, when I was finally old enough, my parents put me to work, which was initially unbearable. I couldn’t stand feeling so weak, straining after just a little bit of work, and feeling so sore afterwards. Knowing I needed to build up my strength up as quick as possible to help the family, I started using some old gym equipment in the basement that no one had touched in years. Walking down a creaky set of wooden stairs, one would find themselves in an unfinished basement with exposed floor joists and pipes on the celling, half-finished walls, and a concrete floor. On the opposite end of the room, there was an extensive assortment of dumbbells, barbells, and weight plates, along with a bench press, treadmill, smith machine, rowing machine, pulldown machine, machine fly, power tower, cable machine, a chess press machine, an exercise bike, and a leg press—none of which I knew the names of when I first started working out.

According to my father, he had originally purchased the house from a recluse bodybuilder who had left all the equipment behind. Seeing outside work as enough strain on the body, my father and two older brothers never saw any use for what was down there. Personally, I had read little about bodybuilding, yet the possibility that this gym could take me from being a wimp to someone who could really help this family succeed was something that I couldn’t ignore. With that said, I remember being so terrified at first, not knowing how to use any of the equipment down there. Additionally, with terms like “muscles” being blocked on our computer, there wasn’t much that the internet was going to do to help me. I did manage to get some basic training books from my parents, but with few images to go off of for techniques, I was very much on my own.  

During my first night down there I remember trying a little bit of everything, except any of the weight-based machines, which I couldn’t really handle. I felt so small compared to everything in the room, often feeling like I should just give up on this crazy idea. Nevertheless, I persisted, going down to the basement whenever I could, discovering on my own what worked and what didn’t work. Before I knew it, I fell in love, as the gym became second nature; it was a place that I could call my own and push myself to the limits. It took some time, but I finally understood how to use everything down there and could now plan out actual routines day-by-day. I even brought up some 30-pound dumbbells to my room and set up a pull up bar in the door for a light workout wherever I could fit in in the day. Ultimately, it wasn’t long before I started seeing actual real-world progress, which allowed me to keep up with my brothers on chores, and eventually surpass them. In short, the basement gym allowed me to transform from a boy into a man that could do the outside work of two if not three men.

Additionally, although this wasn’t my intention, after years of training my body it began to resemble the shape and form of those seen in anatomy books. When I started working out, I pictured just getting as big as my father or older brother, but my body looked so different. I had actually grown bigger than them, without an ounce of their fat. My body had gone from lanky and thin, to incredibly ripped and tight all over. Even though my parents had taught us the evil that comes from being vain, I couldn’t help but sometimes look at my ever-growing physique in an old, dusty mirror in the basement. When I first started workout I remember wearing average workout clothing, but now I enjoyed working out in a tight sleeveless shirt, allowing me to see my muscles actually grow and pump up. I probably looked smaller than Joe then, yet now, at 19-years-old and 5’11, I was taller and wider than Jimmy, but pure, solid muscle.

Now fully developed, every inch of my body was covered with rock hard muscles that showed through any shirt that I wore. My back muscles looked incredibly chiseled, almost resembling the features of a map, which lead up to the widest of shoulders that made Joe look like a kid next to me. Then, in the front, I had massive pectorals that sometimes made taking a shirt off difficult, and a sculpted set of six abdominals that completely contrasted against Jimmy’s gut. The ab-muscles in particular were accentuated by my shredded obliques and visible v-cut. Then, both my arms and legs looked incredibly thick and veiny, allowing me to lift more weight than anyone in the family. Not that I could ever it admit, but I was proud of what I had accomplished. Yet, what I loved the most was how easy my new body made the work outside. Over the years, Joe has had to do much less work, as I alone accomplish more work than Jimmy and my dad combined. Ultimately, no one seemed to care for my physical transformation, but they very much appreciated how much more I was able to help.

I think that Joe really enjoyed having more time to read and even write, but Jimmy definitely resented me a little for taking the place of the “big” brother. This felt kind of cool, but at the same time I still respected everyone. The family was still my top priority, whether we were working outside or going to church together. Yet, as I completed my education at 18-years-old, I couldn’t help but want more beyond the house I was raised. College seemed like the best opportunity to get out, even for a bit, but I knew my parents wouldn’t go for it. After finally working myself up to asking them, I didn’t hear the end of it. They made it seem like I was betraying the family, that everything they had taught me about the outside world just didn’t stick. Honestly, I felt ashamed, but it was something I wanted, and I wasn’t going to give up.  

It took over half a year, but I was finally able to convince them that if I went to school for agronomy at that University of Wisconsin-Madison, I could learn a lot to bring back to the farm. It seemed that they trusted me not to be tempted by the evils of the world, instead giving me an opportunity to see them for myself and bring back a lot of useful information. Luckily, my home schooling had paid off, where an SAT score of 1560 out of 1600 assured my admittance into the university for the 2018-2019 academic year. I couldn’t believe that I would be leaving the only home I had ever known for at least an entire year—a prospect that was both incredibly terrifying and exciting. Possibly more interesting was the fact that my parents gave me my own cellphone to take there, albeit it could only text and call. With that said, they did decide against a laptop, thinking that I could do my work on the computers in the library. Nevertheless, I was ready for this experience; it was sad to say goodbye to my family, but it was something I needed.

When arriving to the campus for the first time, I observed a completely different world from anything I was used to back home. Outside of the car window you could see what looked like endless rows of buildings, with so many people just lying around on nearby lawns. Yet, as much as I was eager to meet new people, I could see the clear look of disgust over my father’s face. That definitely made me feel a little ashamed of my feelings, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from actually enjoying myself. Luckily, before I could think about it any further, we arrived at my dorm building, Sullivan Residence Hall. With the amazing nearby view of Lake Mendota from the parking lot, all of my doubt started to fade away.

“I’m starting to regret this decision already,” my dad muttered under his breath, awaking me from my day dreaming.

“Don’t worry dad, you know me, like what’s really the worst that can happen,” I responded back trying to reassure him as best as I could.

“Just remember that you’re here to learn, and nothing else,” he said looking at me with a mixture of fear and trust.

Before I knew it, we were saying our goodbyes, with my dad unable to bring himself to come upstairs and see the dorm. Honestly, it was probably for the best, as this was something that I needed to do on my own. Thus, I grabbed all of my stuff, including a mini fridge and microwave, and placed in a nearby campus housing moving cart. As I rolled it up the sidewalk to the dorm, I waved to my dad as he drove away. Making my way to the door, I was already getting some looks from other students and parents, probably because I was alone. Fortunately, two girls ran up to help me as soon as I got inside.

“Well hey there, my name is Ashley, need any help getting your dorm key,” one of them said while giving me a big smile and playing with her hair.

“Hey, I’m Michelle,” added the other girl with a similar grin and bubbly attitude. “It doesn’t seem like you need ANY help moving in your stuff with those muscles, but we’re here to help make the transition into your dorm room as easy as possible,”

“Actually, I would really appreciate your help, thanks so much,” I responded, happy to see that people were being nice to me already.

Together, we walked over to a desk that had been set up in the middle of lobby, where I was asked to fill out some papers before I was finally given a key to my room. I headed up the elevator to the second floor, where my room, #237, was conveniently located near the elevator. As I got closer, I heard some weird noises coming from the room, which initially made me hesitant to even go inside. But, everyone else seemed to be having fun meeting their new roommates, so I decided to just walk in. Little did I know that as I pushed the cart into the room there would be someone yelling at me from the bed on the other side of the room.

“Jesus dude, I thought you’d at least knock,” said the guy I would later find out was my roommate Patrick.

“Fuck,” cursed the girl that was on top of him, which of course turned out to be his girlfriend, Ariana.

I hate to admit it, but in the moment, I was completely horrified by the site of them making out on his bed. Almost instinctively, I ran out of room, closing the door behind me, and headed to the nearby shared bathroom. I just needed to splash some water on my face and take a breather. Obviously, I knew what sex was, it’s just something totally different to see for the first time. A part of me started to think my parents might have been right about all of this, like come on, something like this on the first day is just, I don’t know. It took a little bit to fully compose myself, but I did want to go back to unpack my stuff. Maybe if I went back over and knocked they’d take it somewhere else.

“Did you see the look on his face,” said Patrick laughing to himself as he put his t-shirt back on. “He honestly looked like he had never seen two people kiss in his life.”

“Who was looking at this face, did you see that body,” responded Ariana as she finished putting on her jeans. “Like, literally every single one of his muscles were popping out of his clothes, and my god those shoulders. I swear to you, he could throw me up against that wall over there and have me any day of the week.”

“I’m not going to lie, even I was turned on a little.”

“Maybe he can fuck my brains out, while you watch. You know we’ve been talking about bringing someone else into this.”

“That actually sounds pretty fun, but I doubt he’d be open to it. Plus, he seems pretty straight to me.”

“It’s not like we’d be asking him to screw you, unless you want to try it. You remember that one drunk night with Derek don’t you.”

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“You just can’t admit that you enjoyed playing around with him, can you?”

“Fine, if it’ll get you off my back, yes, I would really enjoy feeling up this guy’s ripped body.”

“Now that’s the spirit, I’m wet just thinking about it.”

“Well, he might not even come back. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s off requesting a single after that reaction.”

“That, or someone else snatched him up…”

“Maybe you should get back to your room and let me work him first, see what’s up, you know.”

“Wow, someone wants him all to themselves. At least give me the details if something happens, and I mean all of them.”

“Uh, just go…”

I needed to man up and get back in that room. I’m just an hour into being on my own, and I’m not going to chicken out already. Yes, I’m terrified, I can admit that, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t face this head on. Finally working myself up to it, I left the bathroom and walked back to the room. Standing in front of the door, I let out one final deep breath and knocked twice. “Hey, um, it’s your roommate, Josh, sorry about earlier…can I come in or should I come back later…”

Before I could say anything further, Patrick opened the door to the room. He probably stood at around 5’7, pretty skinny, so I must have looked like a giant to him. Now that I was thinking about it, there really hadn’t been many, if any guys in this residence hall with my body size. This was something that I was at least use to already, plus if for whatever reason I needed to defend myself, they would really come in handy. Nevertheless, hopefully this was all just some misunderstanding and I can finally get this day back on track.

“Hey dude, I’m Patrick,” he said. “Sorry about all of that earlier with my girlfriend Ariana, I hadn’t heard from you, so I wasn’t even sure if you were going to show up or not.”

“Yeah, I really don’t do much social media, so that probably didn’t make it easy,” I responded hoping I wouldn’t have to talk about my living situation back home.

“Huh, yeah, that makes sense. But whatever, let’s try to move past it and just get you settled.”

“Thanks, I’d really appreciate it.”

Wow, I’m so relieved over how well that interaction went. Here I was expected some sort of sex crazed pervert, but it was really just some big misunderstanding. Also, now that I could actually breathe again, I could start putting my stuff away. Getting a closer look at the room, it hit me how small the room actually was, especially for a larger guy like me. Each side of the room featured a desk by the window, a bed in the middle, a small wardrobe, and a closet, all of which left little room in between. On the bright side, it seemed like the school must have cleaned in anticipation for our arrival, as my side of the room was spotless. With that said, for whatever reason they had left my mattress up against the closet and the actual bed frame on its side.

Seeing me staring at the bed, Patrick came over and said, “do you need help moving that bed man, they’re made surprisingly well and really require two people on each side to lift it up. If I’m being honest, it took my girlfriend and I a lot of effort to move mine. That’s actually, um, why she was here in the first place.”

“No, I think I got it,” I responded while I easily grabbed the frame by the middle and turned it over. “That wasn’t bad at all Patrick.” Then I proceeded to pick up the mini fridge and microwave, placing them under the window in between our desks.

“Fuck dude, those muscles aren’t just for show I guess,” stated Patrick in awe.

“Thanks, I’ve really been working on them for a while. I’m glad to see them coming to good use,” I replied, honestly feeling pretty good about myself.

“Um…any chance I could get a look at them,” uttered Patrick, almost begging for it.

“Sure I don’t see why not,” I continued as I flexed my giant left bicep right in his face. It must be pretty crazy to see that someone has arms almost the size of your head. Honestly, I was very curious to see how he would respond, maybe he’d be interested in training with me. If he wanted, I’d definitely be happy to help him get some muscle on his scrawny physique. “So what do you think Patrick, pretty big right?”

“Dude, your arm is insane,” Patrick responded as he reached out and started rubbing it.

The sensation of him touching my body was interesting to say the least. No one had ever been so interested in body before, and I definitely kind of liked it. At the same time though, something about it felt kind of wrong. “So, does this make you want to start working out?”

Beginning to laugh, Patrick replied, “no, I definitely don’t have the commitment to get anywhere close to this, plus, look at me. Really, I just know how to appreciate the body of a real man, and dude, you’re all man. Any chance I could see more?”

“Like this,” I said as I hesitantly lifted my shirt to reveal my giant, monster sized pecs and shredded abs.”

“Holy…fucking…shit man, you’re not a man, you’re some sort of super human, or maybe even a god,” Patrick barely managed to say as he started slowing touching my abs. “I don’t know what to say, I’m just at a loss for words over how beautiful your body is. Like, I can’t stop looking, can’t stop pressing my hand over each muscle. It’s like your body is made of marble, and I’m admiring an amazing piece of art.”

There was so much I wanted to say, but no words came out. This was truly like nothing I had experienced before, someone describing my body like nobody else mattered. I just couldn’t understand the feelings that were coming over me, with his touch sending shivers down my spine that I seemed to enjoy way more than I care to admit. I really wanted to flex for him, showing off everything that I had to offer. He seemed to be enjoying every minute of this, admiring all of the hard work and effort that I put into getting such a ripped body. For him, and for him alone, I tightened all of my muscles, from my abs to my shoulders. Little did I know though that I was stretching my shirt to the max. Each bicep flex or pec bounce was bringing my shirt closer and closer to the brim until one final double bicep ripped the shirt clean off leaving my upper body fully exposed. I don’t know what happened in that moment, but Patrick quickly let out a loud groan before covering his lap and running out of the room without saying a word.  

With the slam of the door waking me up from some sort of hypnotic trance, I just needed to sit down on the bed and really think this over. I cultivated this body for its strength, but here I was letting some guy touch it for whatever other reason. Obviously, I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it, but that doesn’t mean that I should have. Him touching my body made me feel powerful, as if I had something Patrick could only dream of having. Ultimately, I think his jealousy must have just gotten the best of him, and he just had to get out of the room. The thought of being such a scrawny weakling compared this sculpted physique must have been too much for him I guess. But then, that’s when I looked down and noticed that my penis was beginning to press up against my jeans. I couldn’t believe what was going on…what had this encounter awakened inside of me?

Running up to Ariana’s dorm room, Patrick knocked on her door over and over again until she finally opened it. Yet, before either of them could say anything, Patrick ran over her bed, still covering his crotch. He laid trying to hide the substantially wet area, which it didn’t seem that Ariana had initially noticed.

“Woah, woah, woah, what just happened,” yelled out Ariana.

“It’s amazing,” responded Patrick with a mixture of shame and lust in his voice.

“What are you talking about?”

“I got to see his body, it’s beyond perfect.”

“No fucking way, you have to tell me everything.”

“Look at my pants, that should tell you enough.”

“Holy shit, he made you cum without even taking your pants off.”

“I don’t even know what happened, like one minute he was flexing, then all of a sudden he accidentally ripped his shirt off and I just lost it I guess. He has some of the biggest, most perfectly proportioned muscles that I’ve ever seen in my life. Plus, he clearly loved the attention, like he was flexing all over without me even prompting him. It’s like the world just stopped for a moment and his incredible body was just mine for the taking.”

“God, you’re making me wet just talking about that.”

“Honestly, I was just so embarrassed that I had to get out of the room. Who knows what he must be thinking now…”

“Well, all I know is that I need to get a piece of him, ASAP, and we need to get you cleaned up.”

“ Ha, ha, ha, you’re hilarious.”

“Let’s plan it out though, maybe we can actually make this happen…”

Nothing I was doing seemed to be calming my…member…it was like it had a mind of its own. Every time I tried to think of something else, like upcoming classes or how work must be progressing back home, my mind would just drift back to the moment with Patrick. I just couldn’t get over how much he seemed to adore every single one of my muscles. He was especially fond of my pectoral muscles, which his constant rubbing of had made my nipples hard and sensitive. That’s it, I had to do something, maybe a nice warm shower would put my mind at ease and calm my nerves. I decided to toss my completely torn up t-shirt into the trash, grab a change of clothes and a towel, and then head over to the bathroom with my shower caddy. With most people still moving everything into their rooms and setting up, the showers would likely be nice and quiet. Yet, on my way there, I focused most of my energy on hiding my slight bulge, which caused me to accidentally bump into some skinny little guy. I kept going, which I felt really bad over, but I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me in such a state.

Arriving to the bathroom, I realized that this was now the second time I had come in here to deal with such intense feelings. I’ve read and studied so much, but it seems like nothing could have prepared me for such interactions other than actually participating in them. Nevertheless, I walked up to one of the private shower stalls and turned the water on, getting it nice and warm. Just like before, I wanted to move past this; as good as all of this made me feel, I honestly just felt disgusted with myself. So, I stripped down completely, putting all of my belongings to the side and stepped under the shower head. The water felt so good as it covered my body, I was finally starting to feel relaxed.

Yet, my experience with Patrick seemed to have altered how I viewed my body, almost as if I was beginning to see it through his eyes. Yes, I’ve admired my progress in the gym basement plenty of times before, that I can admit. But, after seeing Patrick’s reaction, I couldn’t help but look down at my incredible physique glistening under the water. As the shower stream hit each of my muscles, it accentuated them so well that I honestly began to wish there was a mirror in there to get a better look. It was fascinating to see the flow of water down the different ridges of my muscles, even just the effort the water actually needed to put in to get down. I don’t know what came over me, but I actually started to rub my own chest and abdominal muscles. I put in the effort, so I deserved to enjoy my body too, which was really just so hard from all those hours in the gym. I would have kept going, yet I was startled by someone turning on the shower next to me.

Come on, this needed to stop right now. I came in here to relax and get a hold of myself but here I was looking down at my body and experiencing such vanity. Yes, I looked fantastic, even down to my massive, shredded quadriceps and calves, but that didn’t give me the right to act like some self-absorbed narcissist. Luckily, it seemed like my penis had finally calmed down, so I decided to just shampoo my hair, lather up my body, and head back to the room. But, as I was finishing up and drying myself off, I came to the horrifying conclusion that I had actually grabbed Patrick’s clothes in the rush. He had a very similar pair of dark blue jeans and white t-shirt, but when I held them up they looked like kids’ clothes compared to my body. I don’t think I could get either the shirt or pants on, let alone move around in them. My only option was to walk back to the room in a towel, which I had done a million times back home, just not with this many people running around the halls.

Grabbing all of my belongings, and barely fitting my towel around my waste, I opened the curtain and headed toward the door out of the bathroom. Yet, as I passed by the sinks, I couldn’t help but look at my muscles in the reflection of the mirrors, which were still covered in a light coat of water. After getting a good look, I decided to an abdominal and thigh pose, which really showed off how shredded my body had become. Yet, I had forgotten that there was someone else in the bathroom, and that’s when I saw them in a towel across the room, dropping their shower caddy upon seeming me flexing.

“Now, that’s not fair at all,” said the guy who was clearly staring at my abdominal muscles.

“Sorry, I don’t normally do this,” I replied feeling pretty embarrassed.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he responded as he started to walk closer, “if I looked like that I’d probably be flexing all of the time. I’m Lucas by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Josh,” I said as we found each other right in front of one another. “I completely forgot that there was someone else in here, so I guess I just decided to have a little fun.”

“Oh I bet you have a lot of fun,” he replied seemingly looking me up and down.

I wasn’t really sure what he meant by that, but it was clear that he was giving me the same look that Patrick had earlier. Although Lucas was likely the same height as Patrick, I couldn’t help but notice that he was a little toned, but still skinny, with a face that was honestly kind of pretty. As he looked at each of my muscles, I just took the time to look him over, something that almost felt instinctual, as if it were impossible not to stare. I’m not sure how much time passed between this interaction, but I honestly didn’t care to know. Then, before I could even consider moving away, Lucas reached out his right hand and lightly grazed my abs, letting out a soft moan.

“You like…abs,” I questioned, almost unsure of what I was saying.

“Well, who doesn’t,” Lucas responded as he moved his fingers up and down each of my abs, attempting, and failing, to push down on each.

“I honestly had no idea people would want to touch my muscles so much,” I replied as a tightened my ab-muscles for him.

“Very funny, they are gorgeous though, like really beautiful,” Lucas said as he licked his lips. “What I really love though are these V-shaped muscles,” he added as he began to rub and grab a hold of them.

I had honestly never thought much about these muscles, but his touch felt out of this world. With that being said, I didn’t really get why he was enjoying them so much. Yes, it didn’t seem like many people had them, plus they are incredibly tight, but they were kind of just there. The issue came when I attempted to give him a better look, which cause my towel to unknot and fall to the floor. I was left completely exposed as Lucas’s eyes widened. He had stopped touching my muscles, now staring in awe down at my penis and huge leg muscles.

“Okay, now that’s actually incredibly unfair,” Lucas finally managed to articulate. “How can you look like a god among men and have a monster sized cock. Like I’m pretty skinny, but at least I’ve always been proud of my dick size,” said Lucas as he dropped his own towel to reveal a fully erect penis. “Your fucking dick though…Jesus it blows mine out of the water. You really are big all over, plus that giant ass…for fucks sake…”

Then, as I noticed some light liquid drip from his penis, Lucas began to reach down towards my penis, as if going to grab it. The thought of him doing that didn't feel right, which prompted me to quickly move back. This completely took Lucas by surprise, so much so that he slipped on some water on the floor and began to fall backwards. Luckily, I was able to act quickly and grabbed him from behind. With my left hand covering his naked butt, and my right hand holding up his neck, we were less than a few inches away from one another. This was enough for him to find his face right in my giant pectorals, his member rubbing against my shredded abs, and my own growing penis caught right between his legs.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my…GOD,” shouted Lucas as he began almost convulsing in my arms, shaking rapidly before quickly stopping.

Before long, Lucas had freed himself from my hold, now laying on the floor in some incredibly euphoric like state. That’s when I noticed a white cream all over my chest and abdominal muscles that had an unusual scent to it. Seeing some more on his penis, I concluded that he must have had the same experience that I’ve woken up to certain nights. But, those have only happened while I was sleeping, yet for Lucas he was put in such a state that it all came out at once in the day. It seemed that being in such a state of pleasure, experiencing immense adoration for my ripped, muscular physique, triggered him into ejaculating. Long story short, it was me, my body, my reactions to his touch, my proximity to his body that brought him over the edge. With Patrick having a similar reaction, he must have felt the same; both of them couldn’t get enough of my body, sending them into bliss. Just even this image was amazing, a giant, hulking man standing tall over a skinny guy that was on the floor, just barely recovering from our interaction.

My own penis began to grow harder the more I thought about it, so I really needed to get out of here before I fully lost control of my body. I wrapped my towel around my waste again, but as I was grabbing my things, I remembered the semen that was coating my upper body. Looking around, I grabbed Lucas’s towel and managed to wipe most it off. Then, I ran back to the shower and quickly finished washing the rest off with soap and water. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw that Lucas was finally getting up off of the floor, almost in a daze. Then, while I was walking down the hall it felt like everyone was staring at my body. Were they just looking at my muscles, or was it possible that they might have heard what was going on in the bathroom?

As I finally made it back to the room, my head was spinning, I didn’t know what to think. Never in my life was I so happy to find an empty room, God only knows how Patrick would have reacted to seeing me like this with a slightly erect penis. Dropping my towel onto the floor, and throwing my belongings over to the bed, I ran to my suit case to get something to put on. Looking to put something on that wasn’t so revealing, I quickly came to realize how good I actually looked in all of my clothing. No matter what shirt or pair of pants I wore, everything looked so tight on me. In particularly, most of my shirts exposed an insane set of pectorals and barely constricted my boulder sized biceps, with at least half of them showing off my stunning ab-muscles. Ultimately, I just decided to put on the same white shirt that I originally planned, with some jeans that barely fit around my tree trunk legs.

Luckily, enough time had passed to allow my penis to return to normal, the urges themselves completely subsiding. This gave me the clarity to actually unpack all of my belongings and fix up my side of the room. Everything was actually beginning to look up, until I heard a knock at the door that made me jump. I imagine that it wasn’t Patrick, as he’d likely just come in, so maybe it was his girlfriend looking for him. But, when I opened door, it was actually Ashley and Michelle from earlier. What could they possibly want?

“Hey, um Josh was it,” Michelle said in a cheery tone, “we were wondering if you’d be able to help us out with something?”

“Sure, I actually just finished setting up my side of the room, so happy to help,” I responded feeling relieved.

“Amazing, we could really use a strong guy like you, we have all of this orientation stuff to move for tomorrow and I don’t know how they expected us to move it all into a storage room in the lounge by ourselves,” added Ashley while she grabbed me by the arm. “We’ll show you where the boxes are in the lobby and head over to the storage room after."

When we got down to the lobby, I realized that they were not exaggerating. Right by the sign-in desk were ten boxes, which seemed to be tightly packed with materials. With the two of them barely managing to carry one box together, I pretty easily carried four of them on our way to the storage room. Walking in, it wasn’t a very big room, with shelving on the left and the right just barely having enough room to fit all of these boxes. Then, we went back for the rest of them, and since the girls were exhausted from the first box, I decided to carry the remaining five, which still wasn’t too bad. If I’m being honest though, it was kind of like a little workout, I was definitely getting a slight pump from it.

“Wow Josh, we knew you were strong, but being able to carry five of those boxes like it’s nothing, that’s kind of hot if you ask me,” said Ashley as she let the storage room door close while I was putting the boxes down.    

“Seriously, there must be something we could do to repay you,” added Michelle as she walked closer to me.

After my experiences with Patrick and Lucas, I knew exactly where this was going. I needed to get out of here as fast as I could; there was no way I was going to let this situation play out again. At the same time, I was getting curious, I needed to know what was going on with everyone in this residence hall. All I had done was work out to help my family on the farm, but for whatever reason everyone was obsessed with getting a piece of my body. Ultimately, both Ashley and Michelle were petite, skinny girls, I was obviously in charge of the situation and could call off this little experiment whenever I wanted. Maybe I’m just rationalizing this, but really what was the worst that could happen if I let this go on for a bit.

“I don’t know, what can you do,” I asked, trying to egg them on.

Then, before I could say anything else, Ashley and Michelle each put one of their hands on one of my pecs as they slowly pushed me up against the back wall of the storage room. After that, while beginning to breath heavily, they both started to feel up my body through my clothes. They were practically starving animals, not sure what to pick at first, but wanting anything and everything in sight. I couldn’t believe that two perfectly normal seeming girls could become so ravenous for my muscles. Soon enough though, it seemed like they had had enough fun with my clothes on, with Michelle going for my shirt and Ashley going for my pants. Yet, as enjoyable as this situation was so far, there was some hilarity in seeing them attempt this feat of strength. As Michelle could barely push my shirt over my pecs, let alone reach that far, Ashley was having no luck what so ever getting my jeans past my quads. Starting to feel bad for them, I decided to help them out, which ultimately left me in just my dark blue Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Up against the wall, with the light in the storage room aimed right at me, I really must have looked like a hunk.

“Shit,” yelled out Ashley as she stuck one of hands into her shorts and began rubbing vigorously.

I expected a similar reaction from Michelle, but it seemed like the sight of my body up against the wall was enough for her. When I turned to look at her she started to shake ever so slightly, moaning heavily until her shorts looked like they were getting soaked. I didn’t fully understand it, but these two girls were having incredibly powerful reactions to just seeing me like this. But, that wasn’t the end of it, as when I turned back to Ashley she was walking right up to me. I was unsure of her next move until she began rubbing her wet hand against my abs as she started to lick the deep crack between my pecs and sucking on my left nipple. The latter was a move that sent a shock through my system immediately. Then, before I could even fully register and understand these intense feelings, Michelle started grabbing onto my left bicep, which I flexed for her as she began to lick and suck on it. Here I was, stuck between two beautiful women that seemingly couldn’t get enough of me. It’s as if my muscles had the ability turn on some sort of hunger or thirst within them that needed to be satiated. Plus, their wet, warm mouths felt like heaven on my skin, almost putting me in a trance.

Then, as Michelle was transitioning to licking my tight abs, Ashley had stepped back, now guiding my left hand into her shorts. I really didn’t know how I felt about this, almost as if I was crossing a line, but I had made it this far. Although I had no idea what I was doing, she guided my hand into her vagina, which prompted her to start screaming, in what I can only imagine was pleasure. As I moved my hand around, it was becoming drenched in liquid, which was clearly different from the semen I had all over my abs in the bathroom. With my hand in an awkward position, I did something almost instinctually that pushed Ashley over the edge and further excited me. With greater ease than lifting those boxes, I grabbed Ashley with the same hand, lifted her off of the ground, and placed her on a nearby tall box that was already in the room.

As I continued to play with Ashley’s vagina, Michelle decided she wanted a piece of the action. Removing all of her clothes, and expecting me to be able to support her, she jumped, trying to rub her vagina against my abs of steel. Obviously, this wasn’t an issue, so I had her wrap her legs around my massive, shredded back, and I supported her with my free hand. This proper positioning allowed her to frantically rub her clitoris against my abs, which I tightened for her as hard as I could. I really enjoyed the soft skin of her body, especially her breasts, moving up and down my own hard body. In the meantime, Ashley had now taken off her own clothes, basically drenching the box below her. I couldn’t believe this sight, two girls reduced to putty in my hands, me alone somehow able to satisfy the both of them. From my hands to my insane calves, I was covered in their juices, and it felt amazing. I felt so incredibly powerful, but before I could fully cherish it, the girls had had enough.

“God Josh, you’re some sort of sex machine, how is this possible,” screamed Ashley as she let out her final moans, falling back against the box she was sitting on.

“I wish this would never end, FUCK, I’m orgasming everywhere,” yelled out Michelle as she finally seemed to run dry and stopped rubbing against my abs.

With the stock room now a complete mess, Ashley and Michelle appeared beyond exhausted after this ordeal. Gently placing Michelle on another nearby box, the two of them were breathing incredibly heavily, and seemed as if they couldn’t move. Then, I looked down, noticing that my penis had now become fully erect. It had to be at least eight inches long, with a significant thickness that I wasn’t sure I could accurately calculate. Yet, most importantly, I felt like I wanted to reach down and grab it more than ever. That’s when the complete totality of the situation really set in for me. If anything, this was exactly what my parents had warned me about, all I could think about in the moment was sex. I had helped Ashley and Michelle be incredibly sinful, and here I was left standing only wanting more. Leaving the two girls in the room to recompose themselves, I quickly put on my clothes, did my best to hide my large erection, and decided to go outside to get some fresh air.

Running to a bench by the lake, I took a seat, taking in a few deep breaths to calm myself. I had been warned about the evils of the world, and here I was, this whole day, being the catalyst for it in others. If I was being honest, I was debating going home, or maybe just staying away from everyone as much as I could. As I was deep in such thoughts, it took some time before I finally noticed that sitting on another bench to the left of me was a guy staring at me. My immediate thought was here we go again, but I really wanted to control myself this time. I was able to keep such urges locked away until now, I should be able to do it again.

“So are you the Sullivan Hunk that everyone on campus is talking about,” said the stranger in an almost joking tone, “I’m Stephen, happy to meet a celebrity.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I responded, completely perplexed at what he meant.

“Well,” he replied, “Ashley and Michelle have been telling everyone how attractive you and your muscles are. Plus, apparently, you’ve effortlessly made Patrick and Lucas uncontrollably cum themselves. Even if it’s just the first day, stuff like that can build you a reputation.”

“Oh my God,” I said as I covered my face with my hands, almost close to tears. “I didn’t mean to do any of that, plus I let the situation with Ashley and Michelle in the storage room get completely out of hand. I just wanted to come to college, make some friends, and learn something new about the world. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. It’s not like I’ve actually cum before…”

“Woah, dude, you need to relax,” said Stephen reassuringly, “we definitely need to circle back to that storage room incident, but what do you mean you’ve never cum before?”

“Well, growing up, I was homeschooled, so I didn’t have any friends,” I replied more calmly, “and my parents demonized anything sexual, violent, or anything in between really.”

“Man, you were repressed as a kid, no wonder you’re all over the place with this,” said Stephen seeming genuinely concerned. “It really is a recipe for disaster, you have the body that everyone dreams of having sex with, but you have no idea what you’re doing, and think you’re somehow a horrible person for having natural biological urges. Now, you’re just running away from people, while failing to cover up your massive boner on a bench outside.”

As I attempted, and failed, to better conceal my bulge, I replied, “It just feels so wrong, and ever since I’ve come onto this campus, it just seems like I can’t control it.”

“Jesus, of course you can’t control it, the only way to relieve your cock is to actually cum,” chuckled Stephen. “Go masturbate or have sex with one of the dozens of people on campus that are thirsting for you right now. If you just keep avoiding this, it’s always going to feel like an uncontrollable urge that needs to be satiated.”

“I guess…but isn’t it still wrong,” I said as I audibly gulped.

“Hey, I get it, you were raised to think that stuff like this is sinful, but come on,” Stephen replied, hoping to make me feel better. “You have to come to your own conclusions about sex, but, ultimately, the urges aren’t some sort of master plan to make you evil, their biological needs that should be met in healthy outlets that you see as appropriate. No one can, nor should, make you do anything, but think about your current situation. Do you want to stay like this, or move on and grow?”

Honestly, Stephen was making a lot of sense right now. Here I was, suffering, because I didn’t want to allow myself to experience something that felt so natural. Sure, none of the situations I had found myself in today were the prettiest, yet you could argue there was some beauty to them. While I was trying to repress my thoughts and feelings, all of these people were actively enjoying themselves, and they weren’t monsters for doing so. I can’t imagine any of them being sent to eternal damnation for it, so why would I be? Also, I was so tired of these feelings controlling me, if cumming was the only way to get rid of them, actually experiencing sex or masturbation, then that’s what I needed to do now.

“Well,” Stephen said as he put his hand on my leg and started to get up, “I really wish you the best of luck, and, whatever you decide, I just hope you aren’t so hard on yourself.”

Without even thinking, I uncontrollably blurted out, “can you help me?”

Stephen, who’s back was already turned to me, stopped dead in his tracks and replied, “what do you mean?”

“I’ve cum in my sleep before obviously, but I’ve never masturbated,” I reluctantly responded, “and this boner is killing me right now.”

Stephen turned around, and what was confidence during our previous conversation had now become shock, if not fear. “I just want this to be clear…when I walked over here I had no intention of using you for your body. Christ man, you’re a god among men, and I’d love to help, but don’t feel like you need to give me anything. Plus, I’m just your average looking guy, you could do so much better...”

“Stephen, I want this to happen, it’s my choice,” I replied as I began to unzip my jeans and pull them down to my knees with my underwear. Also, to provide greater incentive, I managed to lift my shirt over my head, now revealing my gorgeous physique to Stephen.

Out of everyone so far, Stephen was the fastest to a full erection, which was clearly visible through his shorts, and probably around half the size of mine. At first, I thought he had decided against it, with his body frozen in time a few feet away from mine. Then, he began to slowly walk over, looking me up and down, almost reluctant to even sit next to me. He finally managed to build up the courage to sit down, lightly touching my pecs, before retracting his hand. For once, I think I was the comfortable one in the situation. Stephen looked as if he was in a dream, or maybe I was going to say just kidding and walk away. I don’t know what came over me, but I wrapped my arm around him, pushing him closer to me, as I moved his hand to my leg, right next to my monstrous cock. Stephen didn’t move though, he was breathing heavily not because he was sexually attracted, but because he was scared.

“I swear…I’m not always like this,” Stephen finally managed to let out, “I’ve just never seen someone like you…you’re basically my dream guy. I can’t wait to give you a hand job, I just need to build myself up to it.”

Then, it happened, Stephen managed to barely wrap his hand around my penis. I felt electricity coursing through my body as he began to move his hand up and down the shaft. Something was building up inside of me as light liquid began to appear on the head of my dick. It felt like I could let go of the pleasure at any moment, but I wanted to feel it for as long as I could hold it. It only became harder and harder to do so as he started sucking on one of my nipples and rubbing my dick faster and faster. This was the greatest pleasure I had felt in my entire life, but I wanted to return the favor. As he was playing with my cock, I stuck my hand into his shorts and began to give him a hand job. I was beginning to moan as I got closer and closer to cumming, but Stephen began to breathe incredibly fast and groan loudly just from my touch.

This was my first real time, but I was thinking that maybe my pelvic muscles were helping me hold it back for as long as I could. Stephen on the other hand, stood no chance in this situation, beginning to cum all over my hand and his underwear in a matter of seconds. That’s when he did something that truly surprised me. Stephen got off the bench, knelt down in from me, and managed to stick about two and a half inches of my cock into his mouth. Sucking on the head of my dick in particular, brought me even greater pleasure than ever before. But then, something came over me, almost as if biology stepped in, and I went on auto pilot. I gently grabbed the back of his head, pushing it further onto my penis, as I began to rhythmically push my pelvis up and down. At this point, with a max of four inches in his mouth at a time, the pleasure became almost unbearable, and then, it happened. I was unable to hold back, letting out stream after stream of semen into Stephen’s mouth, it seemed endless. Eventually, he couldn’t swallow any further and began choking on it. Yet, my cock wasn’t done, so when he removed it from his mouth, it began to cover his face and clothes. I had no idea how much time passed, but eventually, I managed to stop. I was seriously shaking from the pleasure…how could something that feels so good be so wrong after all?

“Holy shit, HOLY SHIT, I think I’ve peaked sexually,” yelled out Stephen, “that was better than any other sexual encounter I’ve had in my life. Man, you’re a natural, you don’t need me at all, you just have to stop thinking so much about it and just fucking do it. Jesus, it’s like that body of yours was made for sex, it just knows.”

Everything that Stephen was saying was pretty inappropriate, but I couldn’t help blushing a little. I was so scared of anything sexual earlier in the day, but here I was, feeling like I could actually do this, and it was perfectly acceptable that I could. Also, I was finally beginning to love how much sexual power my muscles actually gave me over people. Playing around with someone like this was such an incredible turn on, and if my body really was the ideal male physique, that should only add to it. With all of that said, I was still far from satiated, it seemed like my body was ready to cum for days. If I was really going to get this out of my system and control my sexual drive to function when I wanted it to, I was going to need more experience. Yet, looking down at Stephen’s exhausted frame, it seemed like I was going to have to turn somewhere else.

“Wow Stephen, that was amazing, I had no idea what I was missing,” I said as I put my shirt back on and zipped up my jeans.

“You’re telling me,” Stephen responded as he got up from the floor, “but now I need a shower and a change of clothes. I’m actually drenched from head to toe in your cum.”

Honestly, my time with Stephen really changed my perspective, both our conversation and the actual sex we had. Ultimately, I think that all of my encounters today were slowly impacting me, and it just took someone sitting me down and talking it through with me to really push me over the edge. With that said, I still have a lot to learn, but for now I think I’m just going to head back to my room and relax for a bit before maybe heading to the dining hall for dinner later. Yet, little did I know that I was in for a completely different night. When I made it back to my dorm room I found Patrick and Ariana sitting on his bed talking. I could immediately tell from the look that they gave me that they wanted a piece of me. Finally, I was ready to take charge for once and have some of my own fun.

“Hey Josh, where have you been, we thought you’d be chilling in the room,” asked Patrick, seeming to have some sort of ulterior motive.

“Well, I finally got my side of the room in order,” I responded, “and then I guess I’ve just been having some fun with people.”

“Oh Josh, we’ve heard exactly what you’ve been up to,” replied Ariana as she got up from the bed, “and we want the Ashley and Michelle treatment.”

Stephen was completely right, the word about me has gotten around really fast. Even if I did feel more liberated, it was still embarrassing for people to think of me as some type of man whore. Maybe I can get this out of my system right now and chill out on the sex for a bit, might even be nice to find something more meaningful. With that said, the fact that Ariana and Patrick were aware of my sexual encounters, and interested helping me further explore them, made this a lot easier. So, it was time to stop thinking, and just let my body do what it wanted. Before Ariana could get in another word, I brought her in closer and kissed her on the lips. This triggered something in her, as she came back and started making out with me. This was my first time kissing someone, but something about it felt natural.

“Fuck, guess I underestimated ole Josh over here,” said Patrick as he pulled his pants off and started rubbing his dick through his underwear.

In that moment, I felt so close with Ariana, and I wanted more. With ease, I picked her up off of the ground as I continued to make out with her. She also seemed to know exactly what to do, wrapping her legs around my waste. This was incredible, I was fully in control of the situation and felt like I was doing the right thing. Then, as we were making out, Ariana began to rub her body against my massive pecs and rippling abs, a clear sign that she was ready for more. That’s when I decided to drop her on my bed and shed some extra clothes. Almost like tissue paper, I grabbed my shirt and ripped it off my body, exposing the torso of a god. With Ariana already getting wet, and Patrick beginning to stroke his cock harder behind me, I ripped the jeans clean off of my body as well, my herculean legs finally able to breathe. All that was left on my body was my boxer briefs, in which an enormous cock was outlined, begging to be freed.

Breathing heavily and moaning ever so slightly, Ariana managed to say, “fuck me like there’s no tomorrow Josh, show much how much of a man you really are…”

I didn’t need much more encouragement than that to take this to the next level. As Ariana was beginning to take off her clothes, I just decided to rip them off of her body myself, including her panties and bra, watching the fibers tear like nothing under the force of my raw power. Nothing was going to stop me from claiming her as my own in that moment, plus it was also so exciting to know that Patrick was watching us. How it must have felt to see a real man bring his girlfriend to levels of pleasure unlike she had ever experienced. Patrick was visibly, and physically, unable to provide Ariana with what I could offer. Now that she was naked, I sat her up on the bed, brought her closer to me, and started sucking one her breasts. This had brought me so much pleasure in the past, and Ariana’s screams of ecstasy told me it worked just as well for her. As I did this, she wrapped her arms around my back, taking advantage of the position to feel up each and every one of my back muscles. There were so many little ridges and crevasses, all hard as marble to the touch, almost like its own landscape. Behind me, I also noticed that Patrick had finally pulled out his dick and was fully masturbating now, unable to look away. Just being honest, his cock was nowhere near as impressive as mine.

Barely able to get a word in between her screams of immense pleasure, Ariana finally said, “we heard how massive your cock was, so we got a large and an extra-large condom for you to try on.”

I’m not going to lie, it was such a relief to see her take charge of this. Yes, I wanted to stick my cock into her pussy, but it was still a little scary doing it for the first time. With that said, I didn’t want them to know that, ruing the illusion. I stopped playing with Ariana’s breasts and left her on my bed so that I could go over to Patrick’s desk and grab the condoms. Managing to squeeze my underwear off, past my gigantic, sculpted quads, I revealed my incredible dick to the both of them. Still staring in awe, I passed the large condom to Ariana. “Put it on now,” I powerfully demanded. Not questioning who was in charge, Ariana desperately tried to put it on my cock, failing to fit it around the girth.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s that big, it’s that fucking big,” stated Ariana as she managed to fit the extra-large condom over my throbbing cock.

Finally ready to go, I grabbed Ariana and slowly slipped half of my cock into her tight little pussy. I was not prepared for the pleasure I was experiencing, this truly was heaven on Earth. Taking her off the bed, I started fucking her standing up, harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Her screams of ecstasy only getting louder, I honestly thought I might be breaking her, but she didn’t want me to stop. I was just getting started, but Ariana had orgasmed at least two or three times already, with this finally pushing Patrick over the edge.

“Oh my god Josh, your body was made for sex, what you’re able to do, holy shit,” screamed Patrick as his came got all over the bed.

Patrick was having the time of his life watching, but Ariana was in some sort of next level trance, unable to say anything audible other than moans, screams, and occasionally saying my name. Wanting to get in on the fun, Patrick quickly took off his clothes and came over to rub my flexing back muscles and rock-solid ass. Hoping to make this fucking more stable, I grabbed my bed with one hand and threw it out the way. This gave me access to push Ariana up against the wall next to my bed, now fucking her with all of my power. I think it was so much that she was actually coming in and out of consciousness in the process. It must have been difficult, but during this, Patrick got up the courage to begin sucking my asshole. I hadn’t experienced this yet, but it added a whole other layer of pleasure to the situation.

Before long, I was getting close, my body could only handle so much pleasure. Ariana was at least on her sixth orgasm, but when she realized I was beginning to cum, she had another one. I groaned loudly like a bear conquering his prey. I quickly pulled out of her pussy, her body sliding to the floor, and I ripped the condom off of my exploding cock. Countless streams of cum started covering her face and breasts, with Patrick running over to eagerly have some of it. Whether or not it matters, I had finally lost my virginity, destroying Ariana’s vagina in the process. Now it was time to fully take care of Patrick, who had had his own fun, but needed some personal attention. I grabbed him by the arm and threw him on his bed, a move that definitely turned him on a lot.

Almost afraid to ask, Patrick said, “can I fuck your pecs?”

Unsure of what he really meant by this, I let him go for it, knowing it would be a fun time. He asked me to lean up against the wall and he climbed up on top of me. With his cock right in front of my pecs, he leaned towards me, placing his hands up against the wall. Then, he began thrusting his cute little cock right between my two pecs. Finally getting what was going on, I started massaging his penis by flexing and unflexing my chest, while also making sure to add a little fun and bounce my pecs up and down every so often. Honestly, he was in so much ecstasy that he looked like he was possessed or something. It didn’t take long before he had an Earth-shattering orgasm all over my monster sized pecs, some even getting some in my mouth. I don’t know why, but this was such a turn on, especially seeing him so exhausted in this position. Realizing there was another extra-large condom on the desk I grabbed it, put it on, and laid Patrick flat on the bed. Without a care in the world, I started to fuck his brains out, giving each other such immense pleasure. They were all right, I really was a sex machine, a god among men, and I loved every minute of it. It didn’t take long before we were both cumming again, and the fun continued seemingly all night long. At this point I’ve lost count over how many times we all orgasmed that night…damn was the room a mess.

The next morning I woke up with my cock still in Patrick’s ass, having fully recovered from the intense workout last night. I couldn’t say the same for Ariana and Patrick though, they were probably going to need to stay in bed the whole day, if not the entire weekend. I still had plenty of energy to spare so I decided to take a shower, hit the gym, and get some breakfast. Having this time to myself, I was really able to think over what fully happened yesterday. Yes, my parent’s teachings completely repressed my sexual desire, but at the same time I didn’t want to become some sexual maniac. Last night, and really all throughout the day, I was able to get a lot of the initial insanity out of my system. Of course I wanted to have more sex, but that didn’t mean that it had to happen 24/7. Ultimately, there had to be some happy middle ground between endless sex and none at all—maybe some actual friendships, if not a relationship, is really what I needed in the mix.

Speaking of which, as I was walking back from the dining hall, passed the lobby, when I noticed someone sitting in the main lounge watching television. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it was the guy I had body slammed when I was running to take a shower yesterday. I really regret not giving him an actual apology, so I decided to run in and maybe have a little chat with him. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the smartest idea, as he jumped the minute I entered the room. One, I feel like I can look pretty intimidating after the gym, two, I’ve developed a pretty bad reputation, and three, I pushed the guy to the ground once already.

Looking scared out of his mind, the guy yelled out, “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry for running into you yesterday, it was a total accident.”

Laughing to myself, and sitting down on the couch next to him, I responded, “No, I came in here to apologize to you, I was a total jerk yesterday. Please, if there is anything I could do to make it up to you, let me know.”

“Oh, that’s not where I expected this go at all,” he replied, “for a second there I thought I might have been a goner. You don’t need to give me anything though, accidents happen.”

“How about I just chill with you and watch whatever this is,” I stated, “I can order us some food and show you I’m not a total dickhead.”

“Deal…,” he said, “but are you trying to tell me that you don’t know what Game of Thrones is? Plus, I’m not going to lie, but you kind of smell. Early morning workout?”

“I didn’t watch much television growing up, or really have access to the internet, so I don’t really follow this kind of stuff,” I replied. “I can go take a shower though and come back down if you want.”

“Huh,” he responded, “I guess we’ll have to start off with episode one then. Also, if we’re being honest, I kind of like the smell,” he said as he blushed, not realizing what he had said until after the fact.  

Laughing, I said, “Sounds good, I’m Josh by the way.”

Still pretty red from his earlier comment, he stated, “I’m Chris…happy to meet you.”

https://musclegrowth.net/topic/17889-are-muscles-hot/#comment-227645

"how can m/f ships be good-" first of all through the power of bisexuality anything is possible so write that down. second of all if we start othering ships based on gender and nothing else we're no better than the opposition. third of all you need to watch more addams family

 First time ko maka-19/12/11. Omaygas. Konting praktis pa. Mejo nakakahiya kasi mga bot lang kalaban XD

HP-like LGBT Books (not written by a TERF)

In no particular order. These are only books I’ve read and enjoyed. There are more out there and I will add them to the list as I make my way through them.

1. The Grimoire of Grave Fates created by Hanna Alkaf & Margaret Owen and written by 18 diverse authors: several non-binary characters, a trans woman, two trans boys + some f/f and m/m. This is an incredible collaboration! The students investigate the murder of a close-minded professor at their magic school.

2. Simon Snow by Rainbow Rowell: m/m. This is the most famous one. I wouldn’t mind a TV adaptation, or even movies, but that sounds less likely.

3. A Hero at the End of the World by Erin Claiborne: m/m. This one is cute and funny. It doesn’t hurt that the cover art is gorgeous.

4. Tim Te Maro and the Subterranean Heartsick Blues by HS Valley: m/m (YA, but very sexual). Simon Snow meets Sex Education, with a fake baby assignment. Simply hilarious!

5. Three Meant To Be by MN Bennet: m/m + a trans boy and an ace girl. This is a magic school adult book, focused on a teacher, though the students are all very interesting too. I adore the magic system.

6. Gallowgate by KR Alexander: queer male protagonist (MG). This one is about learning how to hunt ghosts and has horror vibes.

7. Magic University by Cecilia Tan: m/f and m/m, as the protagonist is bisexual + some trans characters (erotica). This series is surprisingly my favourite, even though I’m very picky with erotica.

8. It Ends in Fire by Andrew Shvarts: m/f and f/f, as the protagonist is bisexual + a non-binary minor character. This takes place in a heroic fantasy setting. I love the magic system.

9. Scholars and Sorcery by Eleanor Beresford: f/f (novellas). This short series is super sweet. It’s mostly about life at the magic school.

10. Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey: f/f-ish (content warning: murder mystery about a dead queer woman). If you’re looking for something darker, go for this one.

11. [French] L'éveil des sorcières by Cordélia: lesbian major character (MG). This is another cute and funny one, with a lot of diversity. It hasn’t been translated so far, but I’ll keep you updated.

12. When the Letter Comes by Sara Fox: trans girl protagonist (short story). It’s a little sad at first, but it gets better. You can read it legally and for free here.

13. DIY by John Wiswell: queerplatonic m/nb (short story). It’s about climate change and capitalism and also has disability representation. You can read it legally and for free here.

14. My Name is Magic by Xan van Rooyen: f/nb + a major queer male character. I love that this story is inspired by Finnish folklore. There’s a strong focus on protecting nature as magic is being consumed too fast.

15. Trans Wizard Harriet Porber by Chuck Tingle: trans woman protagonist (weird erotica for a laugh). This is the biggest crack I’ve ever read, as well as the biggest F*** You to transphobia.

16. This Is How We Fly by Anna Meriano: the protagonist is questioning her gender identity + some non-binary characters and some f/f (non-magical). This is a novel about muggle quidditch, a co-ed sport where “the gender that a player identifies as is considered to be that player’s gender.”

17. Brooms written by Jasmine Walls and illustrated by Teo DuVall: some f/f + a trans woman major character (graphic novel). A group of diverse women take part in unsanctioned team broom races.

Happy New Year!

Let me just say Happy New Years to those who have been with me since the start of my page, and those who soon join me on this journey of writing vore.

I'm glad about the improvement and ideas I have made for my OCs.

If you haven't already, I have created an aryion and you can see a couple stories I have made there! I'll share the links here. So get the chance to start your 2024 with these!

Further down with my page, I'll do some asks and random scenarios of my OCs so I hope you enjoy them when I post them!

Have a great new year everyone!

—Indulgent.

I: A captivating technique that achieves no progress at all. That maybe the evildoer in our world should be nothing less than...everything. Disappearing and rediscovering the pleasure in life would be an incredible experience.

II: Everyone aspires to be the most outstanding, but it's not necessary. Dirty, condescending, and unmotivated wants. Treating oneself to nothing while expecting it to be something. Could this be an unresolved issue? Maybe it's the core of what's always been within all along?

III: There is meaning in decaying flowers; they convey the past. On the other hand, what if the actuality of things wasn't what they ought to have been? Unwanted assumptions about things that aren't there are caused by lengthy explanations.

IV: Caught between the forbidding existence. Entangled, as if a book had an old rose in it. Commonplace, unwritten musings that impede thought. It would be lovely to be able to start again every once in a while. To have a spiritual rebirth and to put one's service beyond any consideration for the outside world.

V:When life is thrust upon us, there are no rules. Here we are, living in the shadow cast by the precarious specter of mortality. Knowing that this is all a mirage should bring true peace to our hearts. To wallow in self-pity and shut off all signs of life while one sits and mopes. Perhaps we try that? To what end does it aspire? Caught up in the trap of excessive perfection. Everything that makes up this enormous hub of life—tears, wounds, scars, and pounding hearts—is interconnected. To be captivated, inspired—but by everything in life.