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Witch's Transformation EXTRA (part 2)

Some Extra AI Image from The Witch's Transformation that i didn't end up using

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Someone is stealing the massive of the college football players

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Red found purple kind of cute and ask if he would be interested in a worship session, Red didnt have a clue what was about to happen when the roles were drastically change Purple loves his new body worshiper

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red sees a new bodybuilder at the gym. decides to give him a little preview on what hard work and dedication looks like, red has been messing with people with his abilities, now he knows how to add fat into his growth drain, he would at least in a green guy be the first to touch his new massive body

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the local giant was doing his usual route but then someone just immediately grab his leg and wouldn't let go, soon he started to feel himself getting smaller and the guy holding his leg started getting bigger and now there's a new issue downtown

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Throw two alpha males into the same gym, and they’ll either become best friends or enemies.

Maybe if Derek wasn’t such an asshole, we’d have been best bros. But one time I was just finishing up my entire workout and I told him he couldn’t switch in, and he got all pissed about it. It was my last two sets, and then I had to run, he didn’t have to act like such a little bitch about it.

But now every time we’re in the gym at the same time, he’s gotta pull some kind of shit. He even has a couple admirers that do his fucking bidding- I saw some nerdy type trying to steal something from my gym bag, and when caught in the act, he just ran behind Derek like some kind of cowering puppy. Pathetic.

Not that I don’t have a couple of non-muscle types on my side. I’d been helping this kinda guy Shawn for a month by giving him some pointers, and he’d seen some small gains, and now he practically worships me. And honestly, I was proud of him- it’s the incentive to keep going to the gym and work- whatever genetics gave you- that mattered to me. Sure, he’d never weigh more than a buck fifty, but he wasn’t some asshole like Derek.

It was after Derek “tripped” one day and spilled my protein shake that I just got super pissed and ranted about him to Shawn.

“I can’t stand that asshole!” I growled, glowering from across the gym. “He thinks the whole fucking world revolves around him.”

Shawn tried to calm me down.

“Listen, Mark,” he said, helping me clean up my shake. “You’re a good guy, and you’ve been super nice to me. Maybe I could do something to help you out with Derek…”

“Like what?” I asked.

Shawn blushed.

“Well, uh… I’m kind of a hypnotist, and…” he cleared his throat. “I could maybe make this audio file that makes him listen to you…. follow your orders…”

“Are you for real?” I said. “That shit actually work?”

Shawn nodded and then continued.

“I could pretend to ask him for lifting help, act like we had a falling out, and then tell him that I had this great file that would help him out with his workouts….”

Holy shit. That sounded amazing.

“Shawn,” I said, clapping him on the back. “You’re fucking awesome, bro!”

And the rest of the week at the gym, it all went to plan. Shawn started following Derek around, praising his muscles and asking for help. Derek seemed only too happy to steal away an admirer of mine, and actually started parading Shawn in front of me, trying to piss me off.

But then I’d see him post workout, earbuds in, listening to something. Shawn saw me taking note and winked.

My phone buzzed. A text from Shawn.

“His trigger phrase is Muscle Slave,” it read.

I grinned. I couldn’t wait for just the right moment.

It came the next week. In the locker room, I saw Derek’s scrawny hero-worshipper kneeled over my gym bag, mumbling something. Derek probably sent him over to throw it in one of the showers or some juvenile prank like that.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little twerp?” I bellowed, and the little pipsqueak jumped into the air and took off. I looked in my bag. Nothing missing. I pulled out my muscle tank and a clean jock from the bag and threw them on with some shorts. This shit was gonna end today.

I made my way across the locker room to Derek, who had just finished working out.

“Your little dork was trying to get into my stuff again,” I growled.

Derek looked up from the bench he sat on.

“Christ, you’re an asshole,” he sneered. “Just ‘cause you’ve got some muscle, you think you’re in charge. Take that away and you’d be a nobody.”

“And you think everyone should just bend over at your every word. Can’t imagine a world that doesn’t revolve around you,” I spat back.

Strangely, he grinned.

“I can’t help it if little guys love me,” he flexed in his tight black undershirt. “If you were one, I bet you’d be all over this too. Or should I say, when you are one…”

I froze. What the fuck was this asshole talking about?

“I can’t believe it,” he continued. “That ‘little dork’ you were talking about actually did it.”

“Did what?” I cleared my throat. Something felt weird. I glared down at Derek. My hand went to my throat. “What the…?”

Derek’s eyes blazed as he actually started to laugh.

“Shit, you haven’t noticed? You’ve gotta be 30 pounds lighter by now!”

I looked down. My previously tight muscle tank was hanging off of me. My pecs! Gone! My biceps- gone! All of my hard earned gains at the gym were melting away!

I stared in horror at Derek. Fuck, was I getting shorter? He was sitting- I should be towering over him.

“That ‘little dork’ friend of mine does some magic in his spare time,” Derek chortled. “And he agreed with me that you should get taken down a peg or two.”

My shorts felt loose as I lost another inch. Two.

“You bastard!” I yelled, and my voice cracked.

“So now you’re going to know what it feels like to be a scrawny little nerd, obsessed with big muscle guys.”

Oh god, even my dick was shrinking. I could feel the jock loosen around my balls. I should have been pissed, but… I just saw this behemoth in front of me, his thighs bulging in his dark green shorts. My now tinier dick was hard and getting harder. Fuck! I was getting horny looking at Derek!

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, sounding like some little bitch.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror to the side. I must be barely 5'4’’ now! I’d be lucky if I weighed 120!

Derek grinned at me.

“You want this, don’t you?” he said, and flexed his massive arms.

Fuck. I did. My shorts, now too baggy for my shrunken frame, fell down around my ankles. God, even my feet had shrunk! My size 13 sneakers made me feel like I was wearing clown shoes.

I stared at Derek, impossibly horny. God, I wanted him to fuck me. To pin me down with his massive bulk. He stood over me, a giant, seemingly impossibly tall after once being just an inch shorter than me. He pushed me to my new, skinny knees.

“Not giving orders anymore, are you, you horny little twink?” he laughed.

And then I saw the earbuds still in.

“Shut up, Muscle Slave,” I snapped.

Derek blinked. His jaw started to go slack.

“What…?” he trailed off. He looked wobbly.

“Sit down, Muscle Slave,” I said.

He did.

Fuck. I was horny. And now this massive muscle god was sitting in front of me, awaiting orders.

I wrapped my new smaller hand around my tiny, hard cock. My other hand moved its way to my ass. God, fuck, I was so small, and horny.

I needed to get fucked.

“You’re right,” I purred, tracing my hand down Derek’s massive shoulder. “I’m just a horny little twink boy.”

His eyes seemed glazed.

“And now you’re gonna fuck me like I’m the center of your reality.”

I saw his dick twitch in his green shorts.

“Fuck me, Muscle Slave,” I whispered.

He picked me up right out of my now massive shoes with one arm, and slid off the now comically large jockstrap down my now-hairless legs. He turned me around, and I felt his massive cock push against my ass.

“Yes, master,” he said.

I started to grind my perky little ass against his raging boner. I felt the sinew of his muscles gripping me, enveloping me. I wanted to worship every one of them.

Fuck.

I was a horny little muscle-obssed fuckboi.

I moaned in my higher voice.

And this muscle god was going to fuck me until I forgave him.

Rick was exactly the worst type of model you could find, cocky, sexy, and always wanting to show off his body whenever he could. It got to the point where his own agents could barely stand him as they watched him pose for the photographer, making sure to accentuate his lean body the best he could.

“Alright are we done here?” whined Rick. “I got some girls who liked my pictures from last month and they really want to meet.” The photographer rolled his eyes.

“Just a few more shots, keep posing,” declared the photographer as he ignored Rick’s scowl and got back to snapping pictures. By the time they were finished it was only because Rick refused to pose any longer, instead deciding to almost tell the photographer to go fuck himself underneath his breath as he started putting on his clothes. “Well thank you very much, Mr. Wellick. It’s been such a…pleasure working with you. I wanted you to have this.” The photographer mumbled, trying to make sure any vitriol in his voice as he took out an odd book that he had kept in his bag for later, but he felt that now it was needed.

Rick took the book, looking at the title.

“Very funny, but I don’t need this caveman shi- sh-” Rick stopped as he saw the photographer beginning to leave the building, looking down as he wondered why it was suddenly so hard to speak as an odd thumping like a heartbeat began in his own two hands.

“Enjoy, Mr. Wellick,” said the photographer as Rick looked down at his own hands, watching as they started to grow larger, the knuckles cracking and the fingers almost becoming too big for his own palm, to the point where it almost weighed him down. Even still, he couldn’t let go of the book as something else began thumping with the same throbbing and hot sensation, only being cooled down by an odd feeling of something wet and leaking as he looked between his legs.

His own skinny jeans were being stretched to their limit as hair began to grow on the back of his hand, so much it almost felt like it was fur. But no, Rick saw that it was clearly brown human hair and he couldn’t help but mumble and moan at the mounting pleasure of his throbbing cock but the fear of his changing hands.

“W-What the fuck is happening to me?” Rick cried as he quickly tried to go over towards the door, trying to pull it, but it didn’t budge. Was it locked? Rick tried to again and again only to feel as if he was growing too dumb, lacking intelligence that was being sapped away by the throbbing length as he started to feel dumber and dumber, so much so he couldn’t even open the door. “G-Gotta do something, this fucking book might help.” 

Rick moaned and fell back as the first tears began to show, his own ass started to swell to the point where it was sagging him down with his great round cheeks that just begged to be filled.

But I’m not gay…don’t…don’t need a…need a…cock…fuck

Rick grasped his head with one hand and the book with another as he fell back and spread his legs apart to allow his thick shaft enough room to leak a puddle of pre-cum between his growing thighs. 

The skinny jeans ripped and teared easily after his own ass swelled out of his underwear and pants. Hair continued to sprout along his fine legs, giving him a more animalistic and unkempt look as his own thicker thighs swelled with muscle and a bit of fat.

“Oh no! No! Not my abs!” Rick grunted in his newly deep voice as he felt his own torso beginning to change slightly, as hair began growing on his own clean shaven chest, he watched that he lost his lean muscle in favour of just a skinny body. “Fuck no! This can’t be happening…must…stop!” His cock continued to sway back and forth almost hypnotically as Rick began trying to read the words, to his shock and horror the book was composed of “spells” and on the page his thick fingers managed to comb through he found a page for “caveman” and another word he couldn’t understand.

“Found it!” Rick moaned as he started to read the reverse spell, even as his once rich brown hair grew darker and shaggier, as his face changed to be more prominent and hairy and his cock continued to bounce and distract him. “Iter-Itermum e-ev-e-OH GOD!”

Rick moaned as cum blasted out of his cock and sprayed all over the book making it unreadable both literally and mentally as the last of Rick’s intelligence sapped away as he clung onto the wet and dribbling book. He looked confusedly at everything around him and his more hairy body, deciding to grunt.

Rick may have been a sexy guy, but he was far too dumb to remember any of that as he sat there and played with his long thick cock.

After a successful meet, the three powerlifters lumbered back to the locker room and shed their jumpsuits, squeezing their huge frames through the door to the sauna for a long, relaxing steam.

Little did they know that their opponents had futzed with the steam room controls. The three gorillas dozed off... And when they woke up, they each saw two skinny little chess-nerds sitting next to them where their teammates had been, and discovered a bony ribcage and bird-arms as they looked down over their once ample-frames.

They had no hope of fitting back into their jumpsuits, so they zippered up the shirts and wondered how they were going to explain to their girlfriends (who now towered over them) who they really were.

Deflated Athletes

I would kill for a pic (3D art or drawing) of a football player (some big brick-shithouse lineman) or a super-heavyweight bodybuilder (a massive Dallas McCarver type) with their size suddenly deflated from their big body--suddenly their pads/jerseys are huge on their skinny frame, or in the case of bodybuilders, they’re desperately holding up their now-gigantic poser to cover up their shame. Before/after would of course be the coolest, but I dig the idea that the size of the equipment/posing trunks suggests how big they used to be in a one-shot. If anyone could whip that up, I’d be really grateful (and would gladly write a story to your specs). Alternatively, if anyone could point me in the direction of someone who could help me out, that would be great too.

Upgrading Dan

One could say, that Dan and Matt had an easy relationship. They lifted together, they were roommates and they helped each other jook up with girls. But Matt had enough of Dan. He had enough of his arrogance, because he was bigger, the perpetual mess he made of their flat and that he always got the hotter chick. So he decided to do something about it.

He found a strange little shop downtown and the owner, a strange old woman, sold him a vial with a clear liquid. “Make him drink this after great physical struggle and he should become what you want him to. Oh, and don’t struggle with the pay, it’s for free.”, she said with a wide smile, showing the few teeth she had left. “Thank you very much.”, Matt replied, ignoring the creepy smile.

And there he was. After a rather intense workout he decided to use his opportunity and poured the liquid in Dan’s post-workout protein shake. “Here you go, bro. Drink up.”

“Thanks, bro, that’s exactly what I needed.” Dan bawled and downed the shake in one go. 

“How do you feel?”, asked Matt, curious if the potion had already started working.

“Pumped, exhausted, horny. The usual.”, replied Dan, not noticing the disappointed look on Matt’s face. “Wanna go home? Let’s shower there.” 

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Half an hour later the two hunks reached their apartement. Suddenly Dan said: “Dude, I don’t feel very well. I think I’m gonna throw up.” Dan darted past Matt and went straight to the bathroom. Only seconds later Matt could here moaning coming out of the room. Expectant of the potion’s effects he entered the bathroom, only to find his roomamte shirtless. It looked like the changes were about to start.

“FUuuUuUUuUUUuuUUuuuUucK!” Dan shouted, his deep vice cracking to a higher tone. Meanwhile the hair on his body seemed to simply disappear in a wavelike motion, leaving him completely hairless. The next thing to change was his height he dropped from a nice, beefy 6′3″ to small, but all the more muscular 5′7″. But that was about to change to as Dan’s muscles started to twitch and shrink. The muscular bodybuilder physique Dan had been so proud was forgotten several seconds later and a slim, almost effeminate, body was left behind.

Dan turned around and Matt had to laugh. On top of the petite body was still Dan’s face with his trademark manly beard. Dan just looked at Matt as the hairs of his beard receded into his jaw and his black buzzcut changed into blond locks. As Dan felt up his hairless face his lips plumped up, which made them like they were made to suck a big nice cock, and his eyes became a bright blue with a longing look at Matt.

The changes finished as the shorts that Dan had held up until now fell down and revealed a 7″ dick. But it started to shrink in size and Matt could see were it was going. Dan’s booty started to expand like air was getting pumped into it.

“Please, master, could you fuck me?”, Danny asked Matt, who was totally bewildered, that he had just been called ‘Master’ by his former alpha roommate. “Sure, Danny.”, Matt replied, giving the obscenely big bulge of his jeans a tug. That was one of the few things he had had ahead of Dan.

I want to thank @alphachanges for the ideas, though it had not exactly turned out how he thought and thanks to @amalianetwork for his help with the story.

Though I have to admit that the main idea is from @absqrst‘s stereotypes storylines

The 1000th Customer

Cho had always been a skinny child. Of course he was, he was asian after all. He was predestined to always be the one in a group who was the shortest and skinniest. And the word short was not only meant heightwise, he was as hung as a 3-year old child. But he had stopped complaining years ago. He had settled to being a bottom for the bigger guys, meaning almost everybody. Cho had given up his dream of being the top in a relationship long ago. He had tried relationships with guys and gals alike, but he always ended being either the bottom or being left.

Still he had decided to go clubbing tonight. After an intense night of dancing, flirting and drinking, he went home with a black behemoth named James. The 7′ giant spent all night thrusting his black jackhammer of a cock into Cho’s big asian ass. After James had emptied his bullnuts into Cho’s tight hole for the 5th time the tiny asian passed out from the pure orgasmic bliss.

The next morning Cho woke with his raw ass still in the air, the black stallion lying asleep next to him. He gathered all his clothes that were scattered throughout the room and made his leave. Though after he had closed the door behind him, Cho noticed that he had left his glasses on James’ dresser. “Damn!”, Cho, exclaimed with his high pitched voice. He didn’t really need to wear them all the time, but still it was infuriating that he had forgotten them.

His work as a programmer was a struggle without his glasses. Since he was farsighted he couldn’t really see what he was typing. He decided to pack up earlier this day and pay his optician a visit.

As he approached the shop at main street, he noticed a sign: “Currently on vacation. Will probably be back on 17th” “The 17th? That’s still one week from now!”, Cho squeaked angrily. He decided to head home using a small alley as a shortcut. That’s when he noticed a shop on the left of the alley. The store window displayeda few pairs of glasses and since he needed one desperately he decided to enter the store.

He was greeted by a whistle and several air balloons. “Congratulations! You are our 1000th customer!”, a croaky voiced old man exclaimed, revealing a banner who read exactly the same thing. “Your price is a free pair of glasses”, the old man added in a far more normal tone. “Let me have a look at you.”, he asked Cho, eyeing from head to toe, “Ah, yes you are farsighted and need 2,0 dpt on both eyes. I think you’ll like this model. But please don’t try it on here, I unfortunately don’t have any mirrors.”, he said handing Cho a fitting pair of glasses.

A little startled Cho left the shop again. He decided to have a look at the glasses through the reflection on the store window. “Here goes nothing”, Cho said with his high pitched voice and pu the glasses on.

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“Looking awesome.”, Cho commented, eyeing the new glasses on his ngular face. As he watched himself in the reflection he couldn’t help but letting his calloused plate sized hands over his square jaw, feeling the stubble under his fingers. “Shit, I’ve only shaved an hour ago. By the way were was I going?”, he asked himself. ‘Oh yeah, I was on my way to meet James.’, he remembered. The little black twink had called him to arrange a ‘meeting’, an invitation on a coffee that would definitely end up with sex again. He could just tell him so, but little James was just to shy. He had just never had sex with an asian before. All asians were just plan sex beasts and most of them were cool with fucking a twink’s ass.

Of course they were, asian bullnuts and monstercocks needed to be constantly pumped dry, no matter the method. Cho was no exception. Like many other asians Cho hadn’t finished high school and spend his entire freetime partying, working out and most of all fucking.

As he reached the small cafe James had chosen, he already saw theblack twink waiting for him. “Hello Cho. I have already ordered you a coffee”, James greeted him with his soft, effeminate voice, shoving a cup of iced coffe across the table.  “Yeah thank you. So do you want to fuck now? I still gotta make two movies today.” came the straightforward reply of Cho, who was checking out his phone. He already had several messages from several guys and girl, all more than willing to become an orifice for Cho’s cock. James had been totally entranced by the twitching of Cho’s muscles and the pumping of his veins. “Yeah sure.”, James said, standing up and making his way towards the hotel across the street.

Thirty minutes later James found himself on all fours as Cho jackhammered his cock up his ass. He could only moan as the 7′3″ 320lbs asian bull was gripping James’ hips tightly as he shot his first load up the blayck boy’s hole. While James had already shot numerous loads it was the first for Cho. “Don’t you dare passing out yet, I still have a few ones left.”, he whispered into the almost unconcious twink’s ear.

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Another hour later Cho left the room and made his way to the movie set. He was scheduled to make two porns today. “Ben Whore”, was featuring him fucking his way through numerous girls in an ancient setting. He didn’t know the name of the second movie, but it was centered around him dominating numerous twinks and amateur bodybuilders and fuck their asses until they were raw.

He got scheduled for porn movies on a regular basis. After all ‘Cho, the Japanese Bull’ was the most famous and best paid porn star in the world.

Could you book me a flight to Quebec, in Canada. I always dreamt to go there.

Oh, sir, you are lucky. We have a cheap offer today for flight and residence near Montreal. You would stay in a shack in the forest, with a really big property, though you would have to share the residence with an older couple. No shared houses or something like that, just staying on the same plot of land. That’s okay for you? Great, I will make the booking right away.

Several days later you climb out of the bus. It had been a long ride from the airport here, to the middle of nowhere. Though you had really enjoyed it, seeing the forests and natural wonders of Canada fly by you, even if it was only from the bus window. You were even surprised that it was so warm here, you had expected an icy storm, but instead it was like a mild winter day. You had pulled of your thick mantle and instead swapped it with a thinner but still warming jacket. 

As you walk through the gates of your residence you immediately see the older couple’s car parked on the other side. The burly keeper guides you to your shack and gives you the key.”Be sure to not hit your head on the doorframe, Redwood.”, he chuckles, his voice oddly high pitched. As if he had provoked it, you hit your brow on the wooden framework. Immediately your big hand shoots to your forehead and then slightly upward to correct your hairstyle. “Shit.”, you murmur, your voice oddly deep. 

Still rubbing your forehead you don’t notice the rearrangement of your bone structure, giving your face a rough handsomeness, perfectly fitting the Canadian stereotype. You don’t even notice the slightly itching sensation as thick stubble pushes out of your lantern jawline or the blurring of your vision as your eyes take on a piercing green.

As you look around the room you suddenly feel extremely cramped. Like the jacket, which you remember being pretty loose is now skintight. As you walk past a mirror you see notice where the feeling comes from. You look like you have been poured into the piece of clothing, the grey textile clinging to what looks like some extremely defined muscle. Your pecs look incredibly round and hard, your arms are close to bursting out of the tight sleeves, just like your amazingly wide shoulders and you can practically count your deeply cut abs through it.

Suddenly you feel a delicate hand on your massive back. The keeper, not the burly man you remember, but a delicate, almost feminine twink. “Sir, could we now please take a look at the bedroom?”, he asks, lustfully taking in every inch of your muscular body. “Someones wanna see why they call me Redwood, don’t you?”, you ask him and take him up, throwing him over your shoulder. You feel the little guys 2 inch erection against your rockhard shoulder, and immediately know he will be able to take your monster cock.

Though you shouldn’t penetrate him too hard, after all you don’t want to have your parents next door know what you’re doing to your property’s keeper. They have trouble with finding someone to take care of your land, considering all the keepers you left wasted. Though that is what a true Canadian does, right?

Chronivac - Phone Service

Ryan cleared his throat and opened the app. The strange program had appeared a few days before on his phone and promised a world altering experience. And “Chronivac - Phone Services” took that pretty literally. Ryan had tried out the new calling app and it didn’t miss out on it’s promise. Just after he got it, he had called his brother Sean at college and when he replied to the “Can we talk later? I’m busy.” with a joking “Jacking your insatiable monster off, right?” something happened. When his brother came home this weekend he had a really obscenely large bulge in his pants, clearly bigger than Ryan remembered. But everyone acted like it was normal especially Sean. That’s when a thought came to Ryan’s mind. Maybe i was because of the app.

He searched for the number of his best friend. Drew and Ryan had been together ever since kindergarten. They had done everything together. From playing in each other’s garden to some gay experiments. During one of their experiments Ryan had noticed that he had feelings deeper than friendship for Drew, but his best friend clearly didn’t share them. Soon after Ryan discovered his feelings, Drew had gotten a girlfriend and though she was a really nice girl, Ryan didn’t like her. But with that app, Ryan could fix things.

Finally the call connected. “Hey Ryan, how’s it hanging.” “Just as normal.”, he chuckled and gulped in anticipation. “So are you at the gym again?  Probably, after all you haven’t been much else in the last 5 years, am I right meathead?” Deep within he could feel that the app worked. At the other end of the town, Drew suddenly found himself in a gym, that seemed like a second home to him. He held the phone, that looked ridiculously small in his big calloused hand, at his ear, while the other dinner plate sized mitt caressed his hard eightpack. “Yeah, how did you know. But I guess it is no surprise, I practically live here.”

“The wall length mirrors might be an added benefit. After all you always check yourself out in every reflective surface you come across. But it would be a waste to let that beauty go unnoticed. And that beard is something to fantasize about too.”, Ryan said and bit his lip. Maybe he had overdone it. But Drew just laughed it off. “Yeah, it grows like crazy. I only shaved that morning and I have an insanely dense beard right now. But what’s with all that beauty shit. Are you a faggot or so?”

Ryan took a deep breath. Now or never.  “Of course I am, dummy. We have been together since high school.” Suddenly a though came to Ryan’s mind. The Chronivac made everything true, so did this go for the ‘Dummy’ remark too. “Duh, you’re right, honey, I guess it’s normal to forget stuff if you’re as dumb as me.”, answered Drew, his natural baritone now sounding incredibly dumb. “At least you’re good at other stuff. Like lifting weights and posing.”, Ryan quickly said to at least give his new boyfriend.

Suddenly a clinging sound could be heard from the gym. Drew probably stepped on a dumbbell lieing around. “What happened, honey? Did you trip over your own feet? I guess that can happen with size 23′s. Or are you hot? And that happens even though you don’t normally were a shirt in public, right?”, Ryan commented and immediately Drew’s already stretched to the limit tank top dissolved into thin air, while his shoes grew several sizes to become nearly clown sized.

All of a sudden a guy came up to Drew and talked to him. “Hey dude, you’re awesome. I really admire your dedication. Can you give me some tips?”, he gushed. Drew only grunts a short “Later.” and shows him the phone. This small encounter gives Ryan a wicked idea. “What was that? Are you at a convention?” “A comic convention?”, Drew asks dumbly. A little confused you reply.”No, of course not. A fitness expo.” “Yeah, I still have some work to do. Probably will come home late, small guy.”

The ‘small guy’ remark probably was meant as a joke, but immediately Ryan felt extremely vulnerable. And together with Drew calling him ‘faggot’ earlier, a strong empty feeling spread in his now giant bubble butt. “But I am so horny right now. Come here and give me your Monster dick, stallion.”, he whines, causing a chuckle of his boyfriend. “If you insist, my cute little bottom, I am on my way.”, finished Drew and ended the call.

Back in their new shared flat, Ryan adjusted his new butt plug in preparation of his boyfriend’s monstercock. While he did that he wondered if the ‘Chronivac - Phone Service’ maybe worked both ways.

Happy New Year :) Here is my entry for the Chroniweek. Hopefully there will be some really cool posts despite the purge. ^^

Chronivac Journal Service

it had not been a good day for Jack. Of course he had days like that far too often, especially since his roommate Josh, the campus’ undisputed top jock, had found out that Jack was gay. Not only was Josh extremely homophobic but he also made sure his jock friends were just as cruel as he was. It wasn’t even like Josh and Jack had started off badly, but the second the jock had found out his roommate was gay he had gone into asshole-mode.

The worst thing was that Jack gave Josh a lot of things to mock him with. The quiet guy was only 5′9 and more on the pudgy than muscular side. Add to that the fact that he had a nasally high pitched voice and a tiny 3 incher for a cock and you had a prime bullying target. Jack didn’t really have friends to help him and neither did he have the courage to stand up to the 6′5 All-American jock. A teacher had given him the hint that maybe writing a diary could help with his frustration and anxiety. So now Jack found himself looking for a good Diary style app for his laptop. 

After some browsing through Google he found an app that looked to be just what he had been looking for. the pictures showed all the functions he had wanted and it even was for free, so the pleasantly surprised Jack of course instantly downloaded “Chronivac Journal Service”, clueless to the fact he had just gotten his hands on one of the most powerful programs in existence.

After the download had finished and he opened the nicely plain looking app, Jack prepared to start writing, making sure Josh would still be gone for quite some time (he hung his workout schedule to the fridge and apparently a session had just started), when a strange cartoonish symbol popped up. It kinda reminded Jack of the paperclip from Word, but this thing was a little genie lamp, with cute little eyes and all. Just like the paperclip it offered him help asking Jack whether he wanted to use the “Autocorrect” option. Since Jack had never been particularly good at grammar and such stuff he of course activated it and started writing.

“Dear Diary, I started my day by showering and shaving the bit of stubble I had grown in a week. Afterwards I spent 5 minutes trying to get my to look at least decent.”, Jack wrote and paused for a moment. Immediately the letters shifted, changed and formed a different text. “I started the day by showering and trimming my beard to look good. Afterwards I combed my hair, made them into a man bun and found long hair really makes it easier to look handsome.” Of course he left out the part where he spent 5 minutes looking at his mirror image and admiring his own handsomeness, especially the strong jaw hidden underneath the dense beard he sported. After absentmindedly tracing his lantern jaw again, Jack resumed writing.

 “After the first class Josh got my bag and teased me for my short height by holding it over his head so I couldn’t reach it.” He paused for a moment and thought back to that embarrassing as hell moment and when he looked back at the screen the and noticed the words had changed yet again. Or had they? Jack decided to read the passage again. “I hit my head on the doorframe on my way out of class and Josh teased me for being so tall.” Jack rubbed his forehead and thought about why he had been so confused, the text was still the same as before. He tried getting more comfortable and sitting more upright and immediately Jack’s long legs bumped into the underside of his desk. He cursed, which made the windows shake from his deep voice. Jack just wriggled the long toes on his size 22 feet and resumed writing.

Jack tried covering his crotch a bit as he wrote the next passage. “One of Josh’s friends pulled my pants down in the locker room and made everyone laugh at my tiny dick.” He blushed crimson red as he looked down to the flat front of his sweatpants and thought about that humiliation and yet again the words changed. Jack reread the lines. “One of Josh’s friends pulled down my shorts in the locker room to show a guy where my nickname comes from.” Proudly he wriggled the hefty sausage that was running down his right pant leg and thought about the name. For anyone who had ever seen Jack in the nude it was clear that the nickname ‘Jack and the Giants’ was referring to his insanely fat horsecock and the two legendary giant bull nuts that set underneath.

It took quite some willpower to ignore the yet again hardening monster, but he wrote on. “Josh and his jocks mocked me for not even being able to lift their warm-up weight” He jokingly flexed his long arm and watched the pathetically small biceps not even bulging in the slightest, and started patting it. His hand just hit bone barely covered by some skin and tendon, but after a short blink the arm didn’t feel bony in the slightest. It felt insanely hard and meaty, like he had spent an incredible amount of time in the gym lifting. Jack had the feeling his last sentence had changed yet again and checked it to make sure. “Josh and his friends were in awe at me using their max weight as warm-up and asked for tips.” A pleased smirk crossed his handsome face. The text was just like he remembered. Jockboy Josh sure had been amazed when he found out he was gonna share a room with Jack, the undisputed BMOC and local gym record holder.

Not much more did happen that day, so Jack wrote the last sentence. “After class I ate lunch and went home.” That was about the last he had done before starting to look for a diary app. Jack wanted to close the app, but the words had shifted again. “After class I gave Josh his lunch and went home.” Immediately after reading this a grunt escaped his lips and he felt an insanely large load being shot down his twink roommate’s gullet. The little guy even licked the last remains of cum off Jack’s still semi-hard giant and looked up into the handsome face of his top. “You satisfied for now, little guy?”, Jack rumbled and knew that even though Josh nodded, he’d be begging for a load 15 minutes from now again. “Okay then, little guy.”, Jack added, “I’m off to the gym.”

As the door slammed shut behind the behemoth that was now Jack, Josh was getting uneasy again. He moved around the room, looking for something to keep him entertained until his top would come back and that would distract him from his empty feeling ass, when he noticed a blinking message on Jack’s computer, which the muscle mountain had forgot turning off. It was from an app called “Chronivac Journal Service” and it seemed to be advertising a new feature called “Add Changes”. Josh sure was getting curious.

I was just looking at new headphones. Could I get the yellow headphones? I need a new pair for the gym.

Hi. I’m sorry you waited so long for your gift, but I had a lot of unfinished business. Well. You want new headphones? There’s a pair of yellow headphones in the bag, but I have absolutely no idea what owning them will do. Will you take them to the gym? Whatever you say. I’ll follow you and see if you don’t mind. 

You’ve already changed into sports clothes and put on your new headphones. They played your favorite music, but suddenly you felt a slight dizziness and goosebumps coming from your head to the coccyx. You continue to do approaches, pulling iron, but at some point you realize that it became more difficult for you to carry out your approaches. You’re almost at the end of your strength and barely finish your 30 push-UPS…

You don’t understand what’s going on, but I can see what’s going on with you. All your muscles that you worked so hard at this gym are starting to melt. You become slim and thin with a small amount of muscle, which is only enough to pull up on the bar 10 times and boast to the beach with your skinny abs. Your sports Jersey turns into a black long sleeve t-shirt and your shorts into jeans. Your hair is getting lighter and longer. I think you should watch a couple of online lessons on long hair care now. Your face rearranges and becomes more refined and beautiful, as if you were created for the stage. For the stage? what were you just thinking? 

Oh yeah.. as it turned out, these headphones long time ago lost one of the members of the University drama club. His skills are yours and his roles, of course. While you cope with the influx of all the scenarios and roles, holding your head, let me capture you for my readers. Good luck ;)