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Hey I'm wondering if there are any trips to Poland. I was able to visit there during my study abroad and I would love to go back and maybe even stay at the same hostel in Kracow that I did before. Can you arrange anything?

Dear customer of course we can arrange that. On top of that you’re a personal friend of the owner and as such you of course can enjoy your travel for free. I would not expect your journey and hotel be the same as back then, after all we are a travel agency and not a time travel agency.

You look around the hotel lobby. It’s incredibly similar to what you remember, well safe for some new plants and new staff members. Despite that you feel nostalgic, thinking of all the nice things you experienced during your year abroad. Still a little lost in your memories you approach the check-in of the 5 stars hotel.

“You must be Mr. Smith, is that right?”, the man behind the counter asks, “We have waited for you. The owner of Terrence & Ford Touristics paid for our president suite so feel free to use it as long as you’d like.” With a friendly smile the man calls a page and let’s him pick up your luggage. “Michail will carry your bags to the room. feel free to ask for anything else.”

Amazed you tell the man you’re okay and enter the elevator. As you click the button for your room, you feel a sense of vertigo wash over you. The feeling gets worse as the elevator steadily makes it’s way upward, making you not notice how every floor you pass adds another inch to your already impressive 6′2″ height. Finally the lift reaches the highest floor and with a pinging sound the doors slide open. You leave the cabin, only barely noticing how much you have to duck to make your 7′4″ frame pass through the door.

You look around the rooms you inhabit for now, there’s two luxuriously equipped bathrooms, a big beautifully furnitured lounge and even a big terrace with lots of plants and deck chairs. Even a home gym is part of the apartment’s incredible appointments. All of a sudden you feel the incredible urge to work out. You pick up a dumbbell and start doing curls. As you do so, you notice how you’re feeling heavier with every lift of the weight. What you don’t see however is how more weight is added to the dumbbell every time it descends or how muscle starts getting put on your athletic, tall frame.

Your shoulders round out and gain an admirable cannonball shape, making your frame wider and more appropriate for a man of your height. Your traps also grow, just enough to give you a nice beefy look and swallow  a good portion of your neck. Fitting your new brawny traps and shoulders your pecs plump up and get a shape most people have to work years for. Added to that your washboard apps get more defined and gain an additional row of muscles, transforming your sixpack into an eightpack. Your legs don’t change much, getting only a bit more muscular and defined, nicely complementing your diamond calves. The real highlight about your body though are your arms. Big impressive melon sized weapons with perfect horse shoes for triceps. Also you gain heavily striated beefy forearms as veins snake all over your body, accentuating the pump you gain.

A little while later you feel sweaty and decide to take a shower. You take your dear time soaping up and exploring your new steel hard muscles and following the prominent veins running along them. What you like most though, is how the vein on your biceps twitches when you flex it. After what feels like an eternity you finally leave the shower. You take a look at the mirror and break out in a smile. Your formerly chestnut brown hair has become blond and gained a lush relaxed style, which matches well with your thick blond beard. The real sellers though are your mysterious dark blue eyes and pearly white, perfect smile.

You leave the bathroom and enter the incredibly big bedroom, with the wide queen size bed. You notice the tablet of vegetables on one pillow and grab a piece of carrot. As you bite into it, you feel the fat luscious cucumber you call your cock sneak out of your underpants. You grin and grab the phone on the nightstand. “Yes Mr. Smyczek how can we help you.”, the guy from the reception desk asks. “Please send Michail up to my room.”, you say in your trademark deep bass voice,”I have another heavy load for him to take care of.” With this last sentence you give your cum heavy kiwi sized balls a grab.

I hope you enjoy your trip. Feel free to stay as long as you like and maybe leave a good review for the hotel or us.

Remodelled

A little something for your 23rd birthday @amalianetwork​. I hope you enjoy :P

Jack Smith had whatever he could wish for. Be it money, fame or chicks, the world famous model had more than enough of everything. What most people didn’t know was that about a week ago Jack Smith had been Irving Fitzgerald, just another nerd at another rural high school. But then he had gotten his hands on the Chronivac and everything changed.

Now he lived in a big penthouse in New York and had at least one girl over every night to fuck. On top of that his toned body and handsome face also got him every modelling job he wanted. And if he found something he could still use the Chronivac on his computer. Though maybe he with all his fame he should have been more cautious with securing his PC.

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Jim had been planning this for a while now. Jake Smith seemed like such a good target for hacking, he was a jerk so any information Jim could get would be worth a ton of money. Even if he could only get a couple of shots from the camera, it would be worth. He could sell them to a magazine or if the rumors about the famous model were true, to a porn website.

Looking through Jack’s data Jim only found the usual stuff, schedules, photos from past shoots and a lot of messages from horny girls. One thing though really caught his eye. Between all the flashy stuff was a little program that was titled “Chronivac Reality Alterations”. Curiously Jim brought it up. It looked like a simple Sim like game, currently only showing a model of Jack. Scrolling closer Jim could see that the avatar was nude and apparently the rumors really were true, Jack had a fat sausage between his legs.

Jim clicked on the model and a variety of possibilties popped up. Curiously Jim clicked on the option “Sexuality” and clicked the field to alter it. Of course it had been set to “straight” but of course Jim set it to “gay”. A window popped up, telling that the change would take a little while. Simultaneously Jim hacked into the camera and microphone to see if the change would really happen.

The model just happened to be talking to a friend on the phone, bragging about how much pussy he got. “And that Pauline girl really knew how to suck dick, man. She didn’t even gag at my meat rod. And Jessica really had some fat tits to play with.” Then a message popped up: “Change completed.” and immediately the bragging changed. “You should have seen Tony’s ass. It was so peachy and tight, really such a good bottom. And the cute guy I picked up at the bar last week, I think his name was Dennis, really managed to keep from spurting for so long. I was so impressed I fucked him another time right afterwards.”, Jack said and cupped his already rehardening dick.

With a wicked smile Jim realized that the program was no fake. now he was gonna have some fun. “First I am gonna do something about that face.”, Jim thought and started typing. Meanwhile Jake was taking a photo for his Instagram, knowing that thousands of followers already waited for new fantasy material.

Finally he had gotten the perfect shot and was about to post it, when Jim hit Enter. The model barely noticed the photo shifting to fit his new facial features better. His face now sported a more pretty boy like look, making him look more like a frat boy, than the successful person he was. With a smirk, that would have probably made women swoon, had he not been alone, he remembered that this boyish look was his trademark feature and the main reason most people fell for him on first sight.

After he posted the photo, Jack sat down on his designer couch and picked up a magazine from the table. Of course he featured as the cover model, but he really found that one article fascinating. It told men how they could improve their sex techniques and even though he was pretty sure he was already an expert, Jack wanted to see to see if he could get any better.

Somewhere else Jim was  pleased with the results of the facial change as he scrolled through the model’s Instagram account, but he really wanted to see jack with a bit more meat on his bones. And so he brought up the muscle section of the reality altering program.

Jack flipped the page of the magazine. The article was really interesting, though there was barely any new information for Jack, as expected. But suddenly the pages of the magazine blurred and Jack felt uncomfortable. When his gaze refocused on the page, it was almost completely dominated by a photo of him.

It was only natural though, after all this edition had a big interview with him as cover story. Though they overdid it with the title a bit. “Young, hung and built like a brick wall. An interview with the All American Fitness Stallion.” Absently minded jack scratched his meaty pec and chuckled as he read the article. They focused a ittle too much on his love life, but otherwise it was well written. “Then again, it may because of these bad boys.”, the fitness model said and gave his mighty arms a flex.

With a devilish smirk, Jim hit the Enter button once more and Jake got lifted off the couch from his ballooning ass. And with that an empty, itching feeling spread through the fitness model’s bottom. He brought up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Uhm, Jumbo Jim, I think I need you here right now.”, Jack texted. Jim just smirked and texted back. “I’m on my way. Wait for me, just like I like it.” Eager to please the hacker, Jack ran to the bedroom and undressed down to his black briefs and waited for the arrival of the big dicked top.

Hi, how are you? Or should I say "wie gehts"? When I saw that Terrence & Ford Touristics was up and running again, I couldn't help but wonder if there were any trips to Germany available? There's just something I find undeniably sexy about a guy with blonde hair. Thanks for anything you can book me.

Well I am fine, or should I say “Mir geht’s gut.”.You may not know it, but our owner is actually from Germany.  And when we went there on a business trip once I really got to see first hand how hot the German guys are. But back to business. As it stands we have a pretty cheap offer for a stay in Bavaria. Your hosts will be a pair of locals.

You arrive at your stay for the next days. The house looks nice from the outside, a classic half timbered style one, just like you had imagined. The couple you’d be staying with comes out to the street, they seem to have seen you through the window. The man, a burly guy with a friendly smile, grabs your hand and gives a shake. You wince a bit at his tight, powerful grip before he pics up your heavy luggage (at least it had been for you) without any visible strain at all. 

His wife on the other hand was a slightly pudgy, tall woman with long blonde hair, who pulled you in for a comforting hug.  You feel incredibly at ease when looking at her friendly smile as she tells you to follow her husband up to your room. Before you can say anything else, she spots her neighbor and calls out to her. Apparently she and “Hilde” had some urgent business to discuss.

You quickly follow the man, who now introduced him as Peter, upstairs and look around the room. It was nicely furnished, though a little plain. You thank Peter and sit on the bed, though you don’t stay long and decide to go for a walk through the village.

You leave the house and of course the first people you see are your host and Hilde. Especially the neighbor throws curious glances at you and gestures above her head, probably asking her friend about your height. You blush a little as you walk away. Your tall 6′6″ body has most people wondering. Hell you are even taller than Peter and that guy is practically a walking mountain.

You hurry away from your residence, not wanting the two women to speculate about your height further. As you stroll through the streets of the little village, you come across an old woman working in her garden. She is visibly struggling with a heavy piece of pottery, but before you can go and offer your help, she asks you directly. As you expected, she wants you to move the flower pot she had been working on. You are a little uncertain though, it looks pretty heavy.

You don’t want disappoint the old woman though and so you grab the flower pot and try lifting it. As it turns out, the pot is surprisingly easy to lift, but then again it probably weighs less then your warm-up weight in the gym. You carry it across the old woman’s yard, enjoying the feeling of blood pumping through the thick veins running along your meaty biceps and how the old lady’s eyes are practically glued to muscular boulder like ass cheeks. You can’t resist bouncing your heavy pecs a little as she thanks you either. What you don’t notice however, is how the woman has called you by your first name the whole time, or how you both understood and spoke fluent German all the time.

You walk a little further and finally reach the village square. Even though it was a small village, the place was full of people, a surprisingly large amount of young ones too. As you move closer to a group of girls, you notice how they start giggling, though the majority of the girls’ giggle comes out more as a moan and goes with them moving their thighs closer together. You chuckle, thinking that it was definitely the right decision to go commando today. ‘Well it’s not like they don’t know about the schlong.’, you think as you feel the fat heavy silhouette of your impossibly long cock getting outlined by your sweatpants.

‘Of course a lot of them have already experienced it first-hand too’, you remember as you run your hand through your golden blonde hair. You confidently approach a pair of girls in particular and lean down to them. “Wollt ihr ihn sehen?” (“You wanna see it?”), you whisper in their ears, your deep voice only making their thighs move even closer together, while gesturing at the still borderline obscene outline of your cock.

A they nod, you pick them up, placing each one on one of your incredibly wide shoulders. As you stroll back through your hometown you notice the villagers smiling and shaking heads, knowing full well what those two girls would be in for tonight.

Finally you arrive at home, taking the girls upstairs to your room, that is dominated by your wide king size bed. As you rip of your tight shirt, you barely notice your face reshaping into a broader, more manly form or stubble growing on your lantern jawline. You enjoy the little tickles as a light dusting of hair coats your immense muscles and smile widely. As you pull down your pants you just ask the girls: “Also meine Damen, wer möchte zuerst?” (“So ladies, who wants first?”)

Based on a little idea me and @absqrst threw around earlier.

Chronivac - The “Random” Button

You know what the fist thing was when I got the Chronivac? The first thing and guy just entering puberty would do. Turn myself into a 20 year old superstud with an insatiable monstercock. And what job would that newly transformed 20 year old give himself? Of course one to fit his new baby arm sized cock and egg sized balls, that of a porn star.

The Chronivac even made me one of the stars of the scene, making me one of the best paid actors in the world and yes that includes Hollywood. I was even able to give my parents who had been struggling financially forever a lot of money and buy myself a huge mansion. Which leads us to the present day. I had just done another movie, which had all the components to become a hit. So I decided to invite family over to have a little party (I know what you’re thinking. Yeah my family was okay with my job, I made it so after all.)

Naturally that meant my aunt Isabelle, her husband Dave and my little cousin Paulie came to visit to. Paul was still only 4 years old and so he had insisted on bringing his toy tricycle with him. So while all the adults were standing around, drinking wine and having a chat, Paulie was playing all the time, making everyone smile and laugh. After a while I excused myself upstairs to go to the toilet. 

Just as I was washing my hands I got a new message on my phone. It was from the Chronivac, telling me the new update was now ready for installation. Curiously I did so and looked at the app. Immediately a message popped up telling me the following: “We here at Chronivac Industries are happy to introduce the new “Random”-Button. Click this button to apply one or multiple changes to a person in your proximity.”

That definitely sounded interesting so I decided to give it a try. I searched for the button and found out that there were actually some restrictions to changes available. Of course I excluded myself from the changes, I didn’t want to give up this life just yet, and since all the people in my proximity were family members I also made it so the only changes that would happen were bodily, with of course reality changes to avoid suspicion. Finally I was content with my settings and hit the "Random”-Button.

Naturally I felt the world shift a little and eager to see who had been changed I ran downstairs. It seemed like the party had moved outside, but no one out there looked any different from what I knew. I checked the program again, but just as I remembered, I had made myself aware of changes. A little disappointed I walked to the kitchen to grab myself a beer from the fridge. And just as I walked around the corner I realized who had been changed. Not like you would recognize him. The only thing that was like before was the tricycle he was sitting on.

There in the middle of my kitchen sat Paulie, his frame comically oversized for the small toy. In disbelief I looked at the Chronivac app again, while he was so preoccupied with his play, that he hadn’t yet noticed me. In horror I realized that I had been right, this behemoth really was my cousin Paulie, though the stats showed me that he was now 22 and therefore older than myself.

I gulped and carefully approached the big guy and tapped him on the shoulder, which was now about the same height as my hip, even though he was nearly sitting on the floor. He looked upward and smile brightly. “Chris.”, he said happily and quickly, though a little insecure, stood up to his full height. I gulped as I noticed how much I had to crane my neck upwards to actually look him in the eyes, which had taken on a deep dreamy brown. 

Looking past his humongous pecs, which were barely held back by a visibly struggling shirt I decided to inspect his face first. The Chronivac ad apparently taken nearly everything the western world deemed handsome and poured onto the face of my cousin. Back stubble, indicating he could easily grow a full beard if he wanted (actually staying clean shaven would be the bigger challenge now), an incredibly square and defined jawline, the aforementioned deeply set dark brown eyes and a messy yet somehow stylish haircut accentuated by the black color of his hair. Even his voice was sure to make every women he talked to go wet within a matter of seconds (trust me as a porn star I know what I’m talking about.)

I wanted to look over the changes some more, but all of a sudden Paulie walked over to the kitchen counter. Asking myself what he was up to I followed him, totally unprepared for what happened then. Paulie just said “Chris, my pee pee feels funny.” and slapped a soft foot long cock down onto the counter out of a pair of still close to bursting Star Wars briefs (He hadn’t freed his furry bull nuts yet.). I felt my jaw fall close to the floor as I looked t the immense tool. 

I’m sure I had never seen one as big as Paulie’s and if you are active in my business that certainly means something. Not only was it incredibly long, but even soft it was as fat as a beer can and it’s head was probably bigger than most apples, making even the soft cock look like a weapon of mass destruction. The only thing I could get out was “That’s because you’re a big boy.”, without taking my eyes off the giant dick.

Finally Paulie decided he had shown me his dick enough and (visibly straining) stuffed the tool back into his stretched out underwear with motions that verged on routine. A side effect of this was that the already tight shirt had now started to rip in a few places. When the task was done, he bounce his heavy pecs triumphantly, causing his shirt to finally give up and shred completely, leaving him in just a pair of baseball shorts.

This gave me a chance to see all the other changes that had happened to his body. As I said his pecs had become enormous, though I was surprised to see a light dusting of hair all over them. I had no doubt however that like his beard his chest hair could become a dense forest if he ever wanted it to. Slightly overshadowed by the immense pectorals was a cobblestone road of eight abdominal muscles, showing the same dusting of hair. He even had and incredible adonis belt, which only enhanced the V of his entire upper body.

His legs were tree trunks, which no doubt could help him lift a truck, if he had the intention to. Linked to that were diamond shaped calves that lead to two immense size 20 feet that I was sure were near impossible to find shoes for. 

I gulped again and pulled out my phone, looking in the Chronivac if I could reverse the changes somehow, while Paulie was just learning the joy of flexing his impossibly large biceps (Seriously the were like rennis ball sized). Unfortunately the only message that popped up was “Dear Customer, as part of the random function, the changes have been made irreversible.”. I sighed and turned at my ‘little’ cousin: “So Paulie, do you like girls?”. Once again he broke out into a wide smile and got into extreme detail at how he liked when they caressed his chest when he hammered his “pee pee” into them or the look on their faces when they tried to swallow every last of his loads. 

Of course he said all of this with more words like “pee pee” and with such an innocent tone one could almost forget he talked about some of the hardest fucking I had heard of in a while (Which again means a lot in my business.). I brought up my phone again and called my manager. “Hey Ian, I just might have found a new coworker.” Of course this only earned me another grin from Paulie, though this time more of a smirk than a broad smile. Seemed like he was learning how to behave as a sex god.

Two weeks later I had just finished another film, when Ian walked up to me with a sly expression on his face. Apparently Paulie, or as he seemingly now preferred Paul, had done an amazing job at the casting and according to my manager had a great future in the business ahead of him, maybe even more than me.

It turns out though, that the studio has to order custom made condoms for “Piledriver Paul” now, since none of the conventional sizes fit. Also the big guy seems to be so virile that the pill isn’t working. Luckily there are enough girls around, which are eager to measure Paul’s monstrosity. At least I now have at least a bit of competition though I would have preferred the Chronivac to let him be child a little longer.

The Trunks of The Wild

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Game of Dodgeball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another idea me and @absqrst threw around. I hope he continues posting awesome stories after the purge. Check out his Blogspot and maybe mine if you are at it.

Insecurities

Danny really loved his boyfriend Brandon, but the guy wasn’t exactly the most manly fella. Even though his boyfriend tried putting on a tough guy act and play the top for exclusive bottom Danny, the twink could see through it all down to the deep insecurities of his man. Admittedly being below average in height and size didn’t really give his confidence a boost and the mere 4 inches of cock and the fact that he had been born into a family of otherwise big and burly guys didn’t help either, but Brandon always tried his best to not show how much it bothered him being so small.

This afternoon was especially frustrating for the small guy. His uncle, a police officer with a thick barreled out chest, had forced Brandon to hang out with his cousins, a pair of identical twins, who looked like someone had copied the picture book definition of Viking and modeled two really massive men out of it. At the age of 21 Ben and Sven were far bigger than Brandon and made sure the little guy did not forget it, always making remarks on how awesome it was being co-captains of the football team or how many cheerleaders they could bed in one night. 

It was especially hard for Brandon since Danny, who had decided to come over too and help his boyfriend be a bit more relaxed, knew that Brandon was neither really good at holding his load nor at shooting multiple times. And so the twink found himself listening to Ben and Sven bragging about how much of a beast each of them was, while his boyfriend tried holding up his fake smile, when suddenly his phone beeped. It was some cheesy looking advertisement from a weirdly named company and so he ignored it for the moment.

Some minuted later, Brandon and his cousins had moved to Danny’s room, while Danny had just settled for some TV and games on his phone. He could hear the three guys arguing, Brandon’s tenor in stark contrast to his cousins’ deep baritones. Then he heard a loud “Fuck off” from Ben and Sven and suddenly his boyfriend came thundering down the stairs. Not that he made much noise, even with all the force he had thrown behind his steps there was not exactly much mass. Before Danny could even ask what had happened, Brandon rushed past him towards the bathroom. Danny knew better than rushing after his boyfriend when he was in this kind of mood, so he turned back to his phone.

The strange ad had popped up again. This time Danny gave it a closer look. It was pretty flashy and even on second look it looked incredibly cheesy. It was from some company called Chronivac Industries and the text was “Got something you’d like to change? Visit our website and do it.” followed by a  link, that Danny clicked after some hesitation. It led to a pretty bland website, which contained only a field that read “Type what you’d like to change.” Danny wasn’t sure what to type. He was pretty content with his life, he was pretty fit and had a nice body, a caring boyfriend and even a job he loved. But as he heard Brandon sob in the bathroom, a thought crossed his mind.

“Brandon is taller than his cousins.”, the twink texted and immediately the world seemed to shiver for a moment. He still heard the sobbing from the bathroom but then he looked at the picture standing next to the couch he was sitting on. It was a pic of Brandon and his parents after his high school graduation ceremony and it had changed a lot from before. Whereas before his dad had towered over Brandon, the still painfully skinny man stood head and shoulders above the burly older man. The Brandon in the pic looked to be around 6′8, but when the door opened and his real life self ducked through the door, Danny was sure the by now the guy had to be more like 7 feet in height. “You okay, babe?”, Danny asked, admiring the size 20 feet that had come with the body. Brandon just put up a brave smile and nodded, while moving back upstairs. Some moments later Danny heard the same yell as before from Ben and Sven and Brandon came down again, this time his steps far louder than before. He walked past Danny, his longer legs far faster than his old ones running and made some excuse about having to use the bathroom again.

Danny was heartbroken to see his boyfriend like that, even though he seemed to be unaware of his massive increase in height. The amazingly fishy advert seemed to have been a real thing. Danny was pretty amazed and immediately typed the next thing “Brandon has been working out longer and harder than his cousins and is bigger than them.” The sobbing promptly stopped, as Danny felt another shiver run through the world. He looked at the picture again. This time the impossibly tall teenager’s clothing looked practically painted on what looked like seriously heavy muscles, built from hundreds of hours in the gym. The door to the bathroom opened and the mountain of a man that stepped out of it did not only have to duck under the doorframe, but also turn sideways so his insanely wide shoulders didn’t hit the sides.

“Hey babe, everything alright?”, Danny asked. In a deep baritone the massive hunk replied “Yeah, just had to take a leak. Well then I’ll go up again, listening to the twins joking about my baby dick.” with a fake smile again. Danny grimaced and started typing again. “Brandon’s genitals are big even for his new body size.” The familiar shiver returned and Danny turned around to see his boyfriend. Immediately he had to make a remark. “Uhm, babe, maybe you wanna wear real pants. That underwear doesn’t really conceal your private zones.” Brandon just gave his twinky partner a cocky grin and replied: “Really What makes you think that?” Now it was the twink’s turn to roll his eyes. “Well maybe because I can see every vein running along the length of the baby arm you call dick and practically count the hairs on your bull nuts through the fabric.” Brandon just grinned and scratched his dense beard. “Okay, bae, but only because you’re the one asking.”

Danny felt the butterflies in his stomach flaying, like after their first date, but then a more malicious feeling spread. Revenge. He wanted to take revenge on the twins for ridiculing Brandon, though he wouldn’t do anything too harsh. “Ben and Sven are 3 years old.” Immediately after the shiver he heard the defiant whiny yells of two young boys and the deep baritone of his boyfriend telling them to go to bed. Moments later his boyfriend came sneaking down the stairs, even his sneaked steps making more noise than his old body, and sat down besides his boyfriend. “So the twins are in bed. Time for a nice evening with my boyfriend. Though my uncle come’s to pick up the twins in an hour. We might have to hurry up a little.” He underlined his last words with a palm of his overstuffed pants and a massive smile spread on Danny’s face.

I hope you all had a nice Christmas with your family. Merry Christmas from me :)

A Wish to Santa

There once was a woman called Sarah Dawson. She and her husband David were very happy together, living in a small house with their five sons. They didn’t have much money, with David working as a janitor and Sarah cleaning bathrooms for the people on the better half of town. They normally were okay even though they lived from pay check to pay check, but Christmas was always hard for them. At a young age all of their sons had accepted that because of their low pay Sarah and David couldn’t afford any big presents, but the woman still hated seeing her sons so frustrated.

It was the 24th and the couple was out searching for a tree. They had wanted to get one earlier, but they always had to work so much it was quickly forgotten. So they found himself there on this small yard, looking at the last remaining trees, all far from perfect but at least cheap. Sarah wandered around the area, she always left the choice of tree to her husband just being there to help transport it, when she found an odd machine. It looked like one of these old ones on fairs,  with a mechanical fortune teller inside. This machine though was a little different from those. Instead of a fortune teller the mechanical figure inside was a pretty realistic looking Santa Clause. Beneath the glass window showing the mechanical man was written “State your Christmas wish and throw in 25 cents”.

Sarah just chuckled. Money was tight again after they had decided to get all of their sons something for Christmas and she had nothing to waste on a silly machine like that, but she pulled out a quarter and threw it into the machine while muttering “I wish we had a better life.” She waited for the obligatory card to come out of the machine, but instead she felt a sense of vertigo hit her. When she closed her eyes to make it go away she felt the world around her shift and opened them again.

Gone was the mechanical Santa and the machine, gone was the back yard full of trees, replaced by a wide area full of beautifully grown ones, all looking taller and nicer than Sarah and David could ever hope to afford. And then her eyes fell on the massive man standing before her. He was balancing a tree that looked close to 8 feet in height on one of his mighty biceps, while throwing her a gleaming smile and flexing his free arm to make his impressive muscle look like something he’d need a weapon’s license for. He was only dressed in a white tank top and some loose fitting shorts that left his massive thighs room to breath as well as a hat draped over his handsome face. The tanktop hinted a massive pair of chest muscles and immensely wide shoulders, gained from years of working out.

The man bounced the tree a bit to gain a better grip on it and steadied his size 20 feet. Then he looked Sarah in the eyes with his own deep brown ones and said in a knee-shaking rumbling bass voice “So, baby, I got the tree. I think we can go home now.” For a second Sarah was unsure if the hunk was really talking to her, but then a realization hit her. The 6′6 man before her looked just like her husband David. That is if you transplanted David’s head on the body of a professional bodybuilder and hyper-masculinisated it in the progress. Even his voice sounded similar to David’s, only 2 octaves deeper. Then a wave of dizziness hit Sarah and new memories flooded her head, making the old ones seem like a dream. 

Immediately Sarah smiled even wider than the man and ran into him, wrapping her slender arms around his massive torso and nuzzling into his pec cleavage. Her husband tried hugging back, but the tree he was carrying began losing balance and so he just caressed her hair until she stopped hugging him and said “The tree is perfect, David, just like you.” She then tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, making the man blush a little. The two of them walked back towards the parking lot, Sarah walking a bit behind her husband, since she only had a fuzzy memory on where it was. After a short walk they reached the parking lot and she started looking for their crappy old Camero, when David pulled a key out of his pocket and made the Land Rover beside him beep. Sarah just shook her head, the memory of her old car vanishing and the new one settling in as David tied the tree to the car roof. 

On their way home they didn’t talk much. David was focused on driving and Sarah was simply entranced by her new husband. The way his pecs bounced when he breathed or how his massive biceps twitched when he turned the steering wheel. Or the massive farm animal sized fuck meat that made a sizable bulge between his monstrous thighs. She was so entranced by his muscles that she didn’t even notice the neighborhood they were driving through wasn’t on their usual way home, it was nicer than even the one she used to clean bathrooms in. Finally they stopped in front of a massive mansion.

Sarah grabbed her forehead as a sudden headache hit her. She remembered living in a small dirty apartment in the worst part of the town, but this mansion quickly replaced this memory. They had been living here ever since David had made his first million with his line of gyms. He was an amazing advertising character on one side, but an amazing entrepreneur too, managing the huge number of gyms with ease. Of course Sarah helped her husband whereever she could, but he rarely needed her help.

David once again carried the tree with a single arm and as soon as they entered the giant foyer, he boomed “Yo, boys, come down and help me with the tree” As if they had been waiting for it, a storm of heavy footfalls could be heard from upstairs and 5 massive hunks came thundering down the stairs. As they lined up before Sarah, ready to help David, she recognized them. These hunks, ranging in age from 23 to 27, were her sons. Her not so little bundles of joy were like their father, tall ripped and from their own sizable bulges hung like bulls. They had decided to all wear matching outfits, just consisting of red socks, a silky red Santa head and matching shorts.

Through these shorts Sarah could see that her sons weren’t soft right now, probably they had hastily pulled out of some poor girl they had been jackhammering their enormous tools into. She’d have to check if the boys had cleaned up afterwards later, but for now she was happy her sons were so quick to listen to their father’s orders. 

It didn’t take long wit the combined efforts of the six musclemen to erect the Christmas tree and thanks to Sarah’s excellent taste soon later the tree was even nicely decorated and glittered with silver and blue baubles, a lot of lights and a bright big star on top. All of a sudden David pulled an envelope out of his loose fitting workout shorts and gave it to his wife. “The man who sold us the tree gave it to me and told me it’s for you.”, he explained and curiously Sarah opened it. In the bright red envelope was just a picture of her and her hunky husband David in front of the huge mansion with their 5 fitness model sons. She turned the picture around and on the backside was only one word: “Granted.”

Club Orientation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Go Vikings!

“Go Vikings!!” Nowadays you could read that sentence all around the building, posters and banners plastering every meter of the hallways and even mostly of the exteriors. And what for? Only because the college’s football team, the Orsonville Vikings, were about to win the national championship. Sure that was impressive, but it’s not like all the other students were total losers. The best example for that was Lugh, the Vikings’ water boy. But of course that wasn’t his whole identity. Being the smart little ginger guy he was, he excelled in his chemistry classes. In fact Lugh was so smart that he had participated in the International Chemistry Championship and even scored among the top 3.

But Orsonville’s college was completely focused on their football team, ignoring all other accomplishments from students who didn’t have the skill to participate in the sport. Not like anyone could hold up with the team members. Every single one of them looked like someone had distilled the team name into human form, resulting in a roster of insanely tall, muscular men with golden blond hair and thick beards. And as the team’s waterboy Lugh knew that the team had another trait running for them, a trait that usually entered the room far before them. And no, that didn’t mean the insanely big pecs they all owned, giving them trouble to see their clown feet without having to bend over. It instead referred to the impressive set of genitals they all had. Big bloated bull nuts and cocks that would make true Viking’s hammers look tiny by comparison.

Lugh had just accepted it long ago. Having huge Viking looking guys in your school was just a side effect of living in Minnesota, where basically everyone looked like a Norse god made flesh. Everyone except Lugh. Even though his parents had named him after the Celtic warrior god of oaths, truth and law, he had always been tiny compared to his Viking classmates. He was just the stereotypical ginger twink you’d find everywhere. He had really hoped to break the spell when hitting puberty, maybe growing tall and brawny. But even though he had gone to the gym religiously and tried out a myriad of methods to fasten his growth, puberty had just passed him by, leaving Lugh with a short, skinny body. It was just unfair. Lugh had gone to the gym far more than anyone on the football team and while he hadn’t gained any muscle at all, the Vikings were just gaining mass like crazy, even though they were rarely seen seriously training at the gym. 

Deciding he needed a break from all the hype over the upcoming football game, the skinny ginger made his way towards the city’s public pool. he normally didn’t like showing off his unimpressive body, but since it was so early he figured that he’d be pretty much alone there. It was only a short way away from his flat and so barely 5 minutes after Lugh had left his thick chemistry books behind, he walked into the locker room of the pool, a sportsbag with his new blue swimming trunks strapped over his pigeon chest. But when he opened the door his hopes of some nice time at the pool died. 

The changing room was filled with team members of the Orsonville Vikings, most of them butt naked at this point and proudly strutting around so everyone could see their amazing bodies and insanely fat cocks. Some of the men had already squeezed their horsedicks into obscenely tight speedos, that did nothing to conceal their farm animal sized sets of genitals. Suddenly the thought of spending time at the pool didn’t seem so good anymore. Lugh didn’t want to have to look at these Norse gods show off their gods and make him look even paler than he already way in comparison. He didn’t want to feel even more inadequate than he already did. And he definitely didn’t want to pop a boner over these amazingly hot guys in public for everyone to see. Lugh had never told anyone, but he was gay and he especially had a thing for the brawny viking kind of guys, which made being around the team members incredibly difficult for him.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but given how some of the team members had already seen and greeted him it would look pretty weird if he left now, so Lugh chose the corner of the room that was the furthest away from the team members and started changing. He cursed his genes sometimes. Lugh had the feeling that since he was ginger he could never grow nearly as big as these guys with their viking heritage. Frustrated Lugh just uttered: “I wish I wouldn’t feel so inadequate next to these fucking Vikings.” and all of a sudden the world shifted as this wish became reality. Not just for Lugh and the team, but for the whole world.

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Lugh had to bend his knees as he heaved his python of a dick into his new swimming trunks. With his bull nuts already taking up a lot of the space in there this was already a difficult task when his cock was completely soft, but stuffing his hammer in there when the tool was hardening was pretty nigh impossible. He tried to concentrate on fluffy kittens and over stuff to stop the thing from going completely steelpipe and after some more struggle to get the trunks to sit right he was ready to step out into the open.

Getting changed had been insanely difficult given that the Orsonville Vikings had been there too, the whole team of sexy vikings. It had taken Lugh all of his willpower to not pop a boner right the moment he had walked into the changing room full of twinks. It wasn’t rare for the college’s gymnastics team to go to the pool together, but Lugh had hoped he could evade them at this time. The massive ginger just had a thing for these little vikings, from their long blond locks to their lithe, small muscles. And of course there were the balloon asses that were at the center of the viking stereotype.

It was kinda funny how the clichees about Norse looking guys were all true. They all had amazing bubble butts, that felt awesome on Lugh’s fat elephant dick, all had plump lips and basically bottomless throats, that were essentially made to give amazing blowjobs to bigger men (meaning everyone) and of course they all had the perfect twink looks, that drove Lugh crazy.

Then again the massive ginger was one to talk about stereotypes, being one himself. Like all Celt guys he was as tall as a tree and built like a brick wall. And of course he had the fat shank of fuck meat that was slowly hardening down his right leg, threatening to rip the trunks to shreds. That was also why he had to buy a new pair like everytime he went to the pool, there was always some sexy twink there that made his monster harden.

As his horsecock began to harden, the members of the Orsonville Vikings that were lounging around the pool got hungry looks in their eyes. All of them knew firsthand that Lugh could put his tool to good use and all of them wanted him to show them again. The Celt just sighed. He had wanted to visit to get some time off from fucking the gymnasts, which was his task as the team’s water boy. he had also wanted to escape the hype for the next competition of the gymnastics team. They were insanely successful and or the whole college these competitions were pretty much the most important thing. Nobody even cared if someone else had success in other fields. Lugh was the perfect example for that. He had just won against countless other guys in a weightlifting competition, earning himself a national champion title and was a pretty successful amateur bodybuilder. 

The massive ginger just picked up two of the nearest athletes and threw him over his meaty shoulders. They wanted “Fragarach” and they’d get it. Lugh just chuckled to himself. His numerous fucks had nicknamed his footlong cumcannon after the sword of Celtic god whose name he had and he had to admit he kinda liked it. With his powerful baritone he exclaimed “Go Vikings!”, before carrying the two eager twinks to a more secluded area. He just hoped an hour of hard jackhammer pounding would be enough to satisfy each of them.

Warming up For Chroniweek

Decided to try and post a full story here again. Let’s see if it works. This story is heavily inspired by @absqrst's Tumblr Makes The Man series, give it a read, it's really good. The story itself may or may not be inspired by real world events ;)

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Josh sat his pudgy ass down in front of his laptop and cracked his knuckles. He hadn’t written a story in forever and was worried it wasn’t gonna turn out well. Originally he had started writing male transformation captions on Tumblr as a way to release some stress and horny energy, but as his follower numbers grew he wanted to put more work into the stories and they turned into work.

He just shrugged his slim shoulders and scratched his slight gut. He did have to write a story for the challenge he had proposed to the community and now was as good a time to start than any other. Josh chuckled at the thought of a Chronivac. He definitely knew what he’d do with a Chronivac, after all an important part of why he had started posting in the first place was to live out his fantasies of easy ways to get incredibly hunky in a matter of seconds and without putting in too much work. Which is why the Chronivac was his favorite story topic, it was so easy to make changes with it.

The first part was always the hardest for him, finding a picture for the story. After all he was a very picky guy, having really detailed ideas on what he wanted from the GIF or picture he wanted to go with the idea he had cooked up. This time however his search ended quickly. As soon as he loaded up his Tumblr feed the first picture he saw was perfect. Just what he had had in mind. Invigorated by that quick success he immediately started writing the story.

Josh loved stories where the character remained unaware of the changes and he guessed that as a start to get back into writing he should stick with what he liked. As with many of his stories he used his own unspecial self to set the tone for the character before the changes. He took his time describing the guy, from his slightly above average height to his skinny arms, slight moobs and flabby midsection. Josh wasn’t fat by any means, but he could go with dropping 20 pounds of fat, or substituting it with muscle for that matter.

The writer also took his dear time describing the pre-change situation around the soon to be hunk’s crotch area. He went into great detail about describing the college student’s average set of cock and balls, both the uncircumcised 5 inch cock that had a slight vein running along it’s left side, leading from his shaved crotch to the unusually thick head, covered by the foreskin and the balls, average sized testicles happily rolling around in their poorly shaved nutsack.

After finishing the description of the character’s legs, built from regular bike tours and size 11 feet Josh had some trouble settling on a name. Since he wasn’t from the US he always had a hard time coming up with a name, not wanting it to be too unusual but not too bland either. He chuckled a little bit and in his nice and smooth baritone, which more than once had led to people telling him he should be a voice actor, said to himself “I gave him pretty much my body. Fuck it, why not the name too.”

Finally after setting the mood and introducing the character of Story-Josh, Writer-Josh started sprinkling in some little details that he shared with the character, not that the readers would notice. He made Story-Josh a biology student like himself, an avid comic book and manga enthusiast (again, like himself) and also established a weird personality for the character (though it was hard getting his incredibly annoying personality to come out in the framework of a story to begin with).

Writer-Josh’s slim lips curled into a smile, finally it was time for the best part of the story, the transformations. He didn’t know where to start yet, having thought about the basic idea of the story first. He looked at the picture, again feeling reinvigorated with the defective Chronivac device idea.

The writer decided to start simple enough, just a small transformation to get the whole story going. As he typed a paragraph about the other Josh’s feet growing several sizes bigger than their normal size 11 he added little details, like the character feeling his feet suddenly be constrained by now far too small shoes he was wearing. Writer-Josh wiggled his toes, his usually baggy socks feeling increasingly tight around his feet by the moment. The feeling was weird, but as he finished the sentence about the shoes finally giving up he could feel his own socks burst, his meaty toes flexing at the feeling of freedom as the tatters around his now size 17 feet vanished, new socks not even bothering to form.

Now that he had a start the blogger continued upwards, giddily describing the transformation of Story-Josh’s legs bloating with thick powerful muscle, even bigger than the definition he already had before. Involuntarily Writer-Josh’s calf muscles flexed into a thick diamond shape, mirroring the behavior of the story character's lower leg muscles. He continued with the thighs, taking his dear time describing how the already nicely shaped muscle jiggled and flexed, each jiggle adding a bit more size and definition to the growing tree trunk thighs. He knew exactly that a fellow writer would enjoy reading about the incredible definition of the legs, looking like they’d been carved out of marble, the separation between the individual muscles deepening and the insanely huge legs hardening with powerful brawn. The writer grunted, adjusting the way he was sitting to give his incredible legs some more room as he prepared for the next paragraph.

Just like one writer friend of his would enjoy the leg part, he knew that another friend of his would like reading about Story-Josh’s ass packing on muscle, after all the guy had called himself an “ass guy” when they were talking before. Writer-Josh giggled at Story-Josh’s behavior, surely he should notice the changes by now, no way one could gain such an incredibly powerful set of boulder-like ass cheeks without noticing anything. Again the writer had to adjust his sitting, the chair felt way softer than when he first sat down, his incredibly biteable ass squirming into the seat a bit more.

The blogger shifted his focus upwards, giving the other Josh washboard abs while he was at it, 8 deeply separated cinderblock muscles forcing themselves into existence around both of their midsections, their lower backs straightening, their posture improving. He didn’t wanna make the character too much taller but another inch or two couldn’t hurt, just to make the Story-Josh an even 6’4. Something around Writer-Josh’s back tickled for a second, his shirt clad back rubbing against the back of the chair as his height slightly increased. He scratched at the lower row of his abs absentmindedly, a slight breeze hitting it as the shirt was now a little too short to cover the tight muscle that made up his core completely.

Eagerly the writer rubbed his hands, the next part was always one of his favorites. Something about seeing a guy’s pigeon chest blow up into two massive smooth boulders of hard pec meat always turned him on. His fingers flew over the keyboard, typing up a storm about the character’s pecs growing with each breath, firm strong chest muscles coming into existence whenever he breathed in, his chest swelling but never losing its size when he breathed out. The blogger bounced his own growing chest in excitement, not even knowing that his shirt was struggling to stretch over the growing mass of chest meat more and more with each of his breaths, small tears appearing in the fabric with each flex.

As the writer continues with the character’s shoulders, his own shot out to the sides, rounding out into two huge cannonball delts, his shirt near breaking point, especially with the traps blooming to live against both Josh’s necks, the collar tearing to shreds. This proved to be the beginning of the end, with each word Josh wrote about the other Josh noticing how tight and uncomfortable his shirt was becoming, the real world guy felt more and more constricted. With one final flex of his prominent pec shelf the shirt disappeared, exploding into tatters of fabric around him, imitating what he had made the story character do. “Better.”, both of them grunted, their voices now deeper. No longer was the voice a smooth voice actor baritone, but a bass voice, dripping with masculinity and oozing dominance with every syllable. If anything he'd be a voice actor for porn now, just a word of him enough to make men and women alike grow horny and cum.

Writer-Josh continued his work, but found himself making more and more typos as his hands grew, calluses he hadn’t had since this one time he went to gym for some months appearing on his lengthening, strengthening fingers. His counterpart was going through a similar experience, his phone becoming smaller and smaller looking in his growing hands. He almost crushed it with his now paw size hands as his forearms turned into two ham sized clubs of muscle, veins criss crossing under the skin. Their upper arms looked ridiculous or a second, noodles stuck between the wide defined cannonball shoulders and strong forearms.

After readjusting his wristwatch, which was suddenly struggling and tight against his bulky lower arm, Writer-Josh finished the transformation of the story character, bloating the guy’s (and by extension his own) muscles. Where there had been toothpicks seconds before where now two massive, insanely strong upper arms, muscular biceps the size of oranges and meaty triceps with an insane horseshoe now making Josh and Josh hold out their arms at a slight angle, their lats making it hard to hold them too close to their body. As a finishing touch the blogger added a pencil thick vein running along the side of the character’s right biceps, that should make for a good detail after all.

Writer-Josh cracked his knuckles, time for the finishing touches. He started with the face. While both him and his story character weren’t ugly by any means, he took his dear time making the fictional guy drop dead gorgeous. As the transformation of Story-Josh continued, his jaw squared out, a lantern jaw pushing itself out of the fat melting off of his face. High cheekbones came into existence, giving him an appearance more than worthy of a male model. His thin lips became full and kissable, perfectly accentuating the strong manly nose he now sported. His already beautiful dark eyes became a little deeper and gained a more intense look as his brow gained a little more prominence. Overall the writer was content with the face he had created, but decided to add a thick designer stubble on the square jaw of his character for good measure. Writer-Josh smirked, not even feeling his face crack into the same shape he had just spent half an hour on for Story-Josh.

The last couple changes were small in nature, like the story character’s skin darkening a few shades to gain a healthy tan or any hair below his neck falling out, leaving the muscle to stand out and “pop” more. Writer-Josh had never been a big fan of hairy guys, making them the exception in his stories. He also made the character’s glasses disappear and added a new love for sports, especially football, blinking a couple of times as his vision and mind adjusted.

Mentally he face palmed himself, almost having posted the story already. He had forgotten the most important part. Tumblr and other sides would have laughed at him for sending out a muscle hunk and forgetting to change the most important part. Writer-Josh’s meaty biceps flexed as he really finished the transformation, giving the character a big old horsecock, a tower of flesh rising from his smooth crotch, accentuated by his cut Adonis belt. The beer can thick cock should have thick veins running along the entire footlong length, giving any and all people who looked at it really something to ogle at. He also decided to make the character circumcised, just so his apple sized mushroom shaped cock head would stand out more. He moaned as his own cock went through the exact same transformation, becoming the mirror image of what he had just described.

Still moaning slightly, and rearranging the contents of his suddenly tight underwear, he finished the description of the character’s new balls, full of virile cum and hanging low between his muscle thighs. Like the rest of his balls his egg sized balls were shaven smooth and at this moment started pumping absurd levels of testosterone into his system, leading to both the character and the writing taking on a more dominant attitude.

Writer-Josh took a sip of his tea. Now he really was finished. And he himself didn’t find the story too bad if he was being honest, definitely a good warm-up for his Chroniweek story. But as his roommate passed him he had an idea. Maybe he should add another character to the story. After all, his story counterpart could always use a willing cumdump to use his new farm animal sized dick on.

I’ve been working as an engineer for about 15 years and am really stuck in a rut, both physically and mentally. I’m tired of being tired and out of shape all the time. It’s a bit cliche, but I really just want a fresh start as a whole new me for the New Year. Is that something you and the Chronivac can do?

Completely altering a person's very existence? Their very being and place in the fabric of space time? I'm not so sure if the Chronivac is up for the task.

Okay, yeah I can't keep a straight face either, after all there's nothing that me and the Chronivac can't do.

I don't think you're gonna be an engineer when I'm finished. I'm not gonna change much about you, just a tiny decision, the tiniest detail. The Chronivac shows me that you had been in a robotics club when you were a freshman in high school and I'm just gonna change that little detail.

Instead of the robotics club you ended up in the gym. And for some reason the school's head Coach took an instant liking to you (you're welcome ^^). He pretty much showed you everything he knew, work out techniques, the secrets of nutrition and the importance of keeping a healthy body.

That had been 10 years ago. I hope you don't mind that I gave you a quick rejuvenation, after all I want you to enjoy the body you've worked so hard for. Let's have a look at a usual morning of the new you, shall we?

Yeah, that seems about right. Ever since you started stepping on stage for bodybuilding contests, you have begun your days with a thorough and expert posing routine in your bathroom. Damn, I can't help but admire these muscles of yours, but that's not anything new either.

But for your wish to start the new year fresh, the Chronivac and I have prepared something special. You'll be unaware of all the changes to your life for the entirety of the year, accepting that you've worked hard under Coach's guidance to get to where you are, with several bodybuilding, football, wrestling and powerlifting trophies under your belt.

But each year, on the 1st of January, New Year's Day, you'll become aware of every change to your body and mind, to your very being. I hope you'll use this day to appreciate your new life as an up and coming energetic star athlete. Or use it to jerk off your fat cock to the sight of your hard earned massive muscles and your NFL teammates. It's your choice really!

Min Ho x reader

No pronouns just you is used, friends to lovers

Another stressful week at attending KISS finally passed with practically your whole life revolving fully around the school. You decided you needed a hobby to take the stress off the heavy workflow. After asking one of your friends, Q, about fun activities that could help with stress and take your mind off of school he started gushing about his outdoor club and hiking saying, “joinmyclubandyourelifewillchangeinwaysyouneverthoughtof!” Or at least that's what you thought he said.

Getting up from your bed you grabbed some clothing you had picked out the night before on your chair and went to the bathroom to get ready not wanting your roommate's new boyfriend to see you changing, again.

Finishing in the bathroom you finished your morning routine and put the athletic clothing on. A light smile to your face looking at it remembering what Min Ho had told you when you went shopping.

Another gasp escaped his throat. At this point, you thought he was just trying to not go back to his dorm room. “What it that y/n! You look like a smurf who got drowned in hair dye! Do you have anything good in there?” His voice was harsh but laced with a teasing hint. You knew he didn't want you to look like, “a smurf who got drowned in tye die,” but it had been two hours of this and you think one of the employees is praying you two get hit by a truck on your way out from the pile of clothes you're going to leave.

He barged his way into the changing room and you gasped, “Hey, my bras on the floor-”

“So? Were friends aren't we?” He responded casually while digging around all the stores' clothes you had picked out for a hike. You scoffed and knew fighting wasn't going to work with him.

Min Ho dug around everything you pulled out scoffing and gasping at the endless amount of “worthless” clothes as he put it. “Wait here, you don't know what looks good on you.” He left as quickly as he entered and after two minutes of finding your bra and underwear hiding under the clothing you had been wearing he returned. “This. Then someone might notice you chon-nom.” He draped the top over your face and grabbed your hand to place the shorts on them. “And this jacket.” He grabbed one of the jackets and handed it to you again. The top on your face slowly fell off your face to reveal your face with an arched brow. Min Ho mimicked the face with crossed arms jokingly. “What?”

“Leave.”

“Why.”

“Because I'm getting changed.”

“That's not an excuse y/n.”

In the end, you had bought the outfit and it honestly was better than anything you could have picked out, but you would never let him know that. You looked in the mirror cupping your butt in the tight fabric of your shorts in your hands with a worried look. You did lightly regret letting him pick the shorts even asking if there were pants but he just said they were, “out of the stalk.”

Leaving the bathroom with the jacket placed around your waist you quickly said goodbye to her and her boyfriend of the week.

“Hey, Q!” You waved, lightly jogging to him and doing some warm-up stretches in the grass.

“Y/n!” He smiled with a small wave back. “Don't waste all your energy yet,” he teased.

“I would never.”

The trail was honestly beautiful, you had never seen anything like it. The clouds might have still been in the sky with the blue sky peeking out and a light mist covering the mountain path but it only added to the comfort of the walk. You stopped to look at the view of the school and took an inhale, your senses overflowing. The smell of the old bark of the trees with some water slowly dripping down its leaves, the still wet dirt that had a hint of mushiness but you still wouldn't call it mud, the smell of fog and damp grass. Your school work and family life had disappeared in the environment. Q was right when he told you it could change your life.

“Hey y/n, keep up” He turned back to look at you but a small smile stretched on his lips. “You like the view?”

“Is it always like this?” You turned to ask him.

“Most of the time. You never really get used to it.” He turned to look back at the city and his shoulders untensed.

“We should do this more.” You made your way over to him but a light scream from you made Q’s eye widen when he saw you take a step back and your footing get loose when a small animal ran past your legs.

“Y/n!” He tried to reach out for you but your body hit the floor and you muffled out another scream when your body rolled a few times. Luckily you were able to stop yourself from falling down the hill anymore but your body with filled with scratches and bruises. Some blood coated your arms and you winced bringing up your hands to look at them. They shook with cuts on the palm and fingers.

“Y/n! Are you alright!” He ran over to you and immediately grabbed you by the arm hoisting you up and over his shoulder. “Shit.”

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You brought your arms to his shoulders to lightly slap him. “Let’s continue the hike.”

“What? No. You got hurt.”

“No, I'm fine. Just a little cut.”

“A little?” His voice got harsh and he repositioned you on his back. “We’re going back to my place. You can't keep walking you’ll open more wounds.”

“Q, I'm fine!”

“You're going to have to amputate your leg!”

“I’m fine!” You slapped his shoulder again. The two of you slowly made your way down the hill wobbling from side to side at times. You both got to his side of the dorm and he got out his key.

“Min Ho’s going to kill me,” he muttered under his breath almost going unnoticed by you. He finally opened the door and closed it, walking over and setting you down on the couch.

“Stay here, I’ll get the med kit,” Q tells you leaving for the bathroom.

“You have a med kit?” You ask laughing. You slowly relax on the couch and feel your body melt into the cushions until a loud voice interrupts you.

“WHAT! YOU LET WHAT HAPPEN TO HER?!” Min Ho’s voice echoed through the living room not even for a second before Q fought back.

“She’s not a kid Min Ho! She just fell!”

“And you didn't catch her?!”

“She was a few feet away!”

“You shouldn't have let her go with you in the first place!”

More incoherent yells left the bathroom until you hear Q barge the door open and throw the first aid kit at Min Ho’s chest. He didn't look at you as he stomped down to the front door opening and slamming it. The apartment was quiet as you sat on the couch. Min Ho’s sigh caught you off guard and you whip around to see him a few feet behind you.

“What happened?” You ask with a meek voice not wanting to sour the mood more.

“Don't worry about it,” he spat before widening his eyes. “Bastard.” He cupped your face and rubbed light circles on your cheek with his thumb. His eyes scanned your features and some of the cuts on them, his eyes darting to your lips before he stood up stiffly. “Let's go to my room.”

“What?”

“You. Me. My room.” He turned around a hand on the doorknob of his room. “Come here.”

You stay still looking at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he laughs. “Now, come here, idiot.” He enters his room and looks at you like a kicked puppy.

You sigh getting up trying not to wince at the pain shooting through your legs. He dramatically sighed and placed a hand on his hip, watching you patiently. “I'm not waiting here all day,” he groaned.

Your head snapped up to meet his annoyed face with an equally mad one. You couldn't help but slowly relax your face and bite your lip trying not to smile at him.

Finally walking over to him he places a hand on your shoulder but quickly takes it off when you flinch from his touch. Silently cursing yourself you look at him with apologetic eyes and he slowly places a delicate hand back on your shoulder guiding you to his bed.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed as he kneels down face to face with your scratted legs. He opens the med kit and puts some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab. Gently grabbing your ankle with the pads of his fingers treating you as if you were made of the finest china.

He places a cotton swab on a cut making sure to not hurt you but when you wince his grip on your ankle tightens.

“How could Q-” He grits, clenching his teeth.

“It’s not his fault it's mine.” You quickly cut him off not liking wanting him to fight with his friend any longer.

“But you still!” He groaned and dragged a hand down his face not wanting to get mad at you or his friend.

“Just please let it go Min Ho. It’s my fault.” You say regretfully and place your hand on his cheek almost like a lover more than a friend. It almost feels like he leans into your touch but you immediately finch it back and grab your hand.

His eyes almost look sad before he scoffs. “Don’t go treating me like a roach y/n.”

“R-right.” You curse yourself for stuttering in front of him. There's no reason to have your cheeks heat up at him. You’ve known him since the beginning of KISS. He’s helped you study, and pick beauty products, and skincare. You’ve laughed with him, cried, felt real emotions with him. He’s made your self-confidence skyrocket and almost made you a completely different person. A person you wanted to be. Min Ho was your best friend. Right?

He shook his head and went back to placing the rubbing alcohol swab back on your cuts. It was completely silent except for the rapid beats of your heart you prayed he couldn't hear.

He slowly leans up once he's done and you come face to face. Only now did you realize how close he was. The almost nonexistent pours along his noes. The smell of his perfect conditioner and cologne. The soft breath fanning across your cheeks would make you push away anyone if it wasn't him.

“Min-”

“Don’t,” he said barely audible. His eyes darted down to your lips but quickly shot up to your eyes. The both of you slowly leaned in your eyes fluttering close and your lips lightly puckering. Your senses were overloaded when you left the softest lips on you. Your hands remained on the sheets not wanting to grab him and you softly pushed back against him your lips relaxing into the warmth of his own. He released a low groan and pushed back regretfully wanting to cherish the moment longer.

“I thought you liked Madison,” you panted out from doing almost nothing.

“Why would I? She’s, not you.”

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Oblivious to the imminent death of the good mood in the room, which had steadily decreased since the moment he opened his mouth, Poshe continued undeterred.

OH the header kitty?

yooooo is that Oneko?! Nice to see the lil fella around. 🐈‍⬛

? Did you send this to the wrong blog? ^x^”

So I'm friends with a guy who is absolutely obsessed with chubby guys, and has a big crush on me, since I am one. However, he's kinda rude and abrasive otherwise, plus he looks kinda weedy. I was wondering if you could help me change his attitude for the better, maybe even give his body a makeover too?

Becoming What They Love: Chubby Chaser

Well, after reading this, I’m certainly down to help teach this guy a lesson. However, my changes to him shouldn’t be viewed as punishment. All bodies are beautiful and chubby guys like yourself are no exception. With the changes I have in mind, I’m hoping that a new body type will be extremely beneficial for your friend’s personality. In fact, I’d venture to bet that his lanky frame is actually the root of all of his problems. Let’s see if a softer build can help loosen him up and learn to enjoy life rather than being so critical!

I’m sure you’re quite curious to see what I have in mind, so here’s what I’m planning. Given that you are both quite close, I’ll hold off on the transformation until he’s over at your place and hanging out with you. With a front row seat to a transformation, I’m sure you’ll get quite a kick out of this!

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As you opened your front door and let your friend into the apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation course through your body. Your friend felt a strange chill overtake his body as well as he passed through the threshold of the doorway and allowed for my powers to infiltrate his body. He shivered upon entering, but luckily didn’t make a big fuss out of the sensation.

Expecting an immediate transformation, you couldn’t help but allow a slight frown to appear on your face as you saw his thin and lanky frame remaining unchanged. But, magic is not an instantaneous kind of power like the farcical portrayals that are showcased in the media today.. It needs time to build before executing your desires, so you remained cautiously optimistic that the changes would still occur. In the meantime, you still were left to handle your friend’s normal personality, which was currently expressed as he ranted and made snide comments about others that had irritated him at his job. However, halfway through his rant, you took note of the loud growling echoing from within his stomach. Despite the loud echo, you took note of your friend being completely oblivious to the growling noise permeating from his stomach. Looking down, it was as if it was on cue that his stomach began to grow more and more distended. 

While his body undergoes its transformation, you note that your friend is blissfully unaware of what’s going on to him. He continues to go on his rambling rant, but you pay it no mind and just continue to stare at his growing body. When you do take the chance to look up from his bulging stomach, a slight grin forms on your face as you take note of his fattening face. You watch as a slight double chin begins to manifest on his face while his neck grows wider in tandem.

Due to his unawareness, your friend doesn’t make a big fuss as his gut now firmly presses against the confines of his much smaller t-shirt. You take note of the tightness beginning to subside as a level of softness begins to appear on his body. His gut then begins to round out and droop down as he grows curvier by the second.

Your friend soon leans back onto the couch, which allows you to look at the sliver of flabby gut that now spills out from underneath his shirt. Despite previously not having mutual feelings for your friend, you can’t deny that he’s looking rather good so far. If he’s able to gain a new outlook that allows him to stop being so critical, you couldn’t help but consider the possibility of growing more intimate with him.

With his attention now focusing on the TV, you watch as his body moves on auto-pilot and he just awkwardly tugs on his tight t-shirt. After a few attempts to get his shirt to pull further down, your friend gives up and allows the shirt to just remain fixated around his belly button now. By this point, your friend had given up on finishing his rant as he became more transfixed on what was going on with the TV show playing. Allowing your jaw to drop in awe, you watch as he scratches his gut and chuckles as if nothing extraordinary is happening to him. 

While leaning farther back into the sofa, your eyes wandered upward and took note at his chest, watching as his fledgling pecs grew more and more flabby and pressed forth against his shirt as well. You watch as his chest grows more and more flabby, staring as his body grows wider as his flabby pectorals begin to sag to the side.

As he continued to watch the random sitcom that was playing, you stared in admiration at the soft gut that bounced with every hearty laugh. By this point, his gut now spilled forth farther into his lap until the changes suddenly ceased.

Looking around at the state of your friend’s body, you stifle a chuckle as you stare at your friend’s chunky upper half and take note of his still skinny bottom half reclining in the chair. The magic soon works fast to remedy this discrepancy, as you begin to watch his thighs grow thicker and thicker. Given that he was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, you can easily see his thighs growing wider and thicker as the material soon grows skin tight against his changed legs. The shorts grow tinier and tinier in comparison to his body until they now ride up close to his crotch and resemble more like a pair of briefs. 

However, the fabric can only contain so much, which is evident when a loud rip echoes through the room. To your surprise, your friend is aware of the noise, asking you what’s going on. “Oh, I think you just ripped your shorts dude…” you stammer, curious to see if he finally freaks out. However, to your surprise, he makes no great fuss about it. “Oh, gotcha. I really need to get some new clothes huh?” he says, laughing and being surprisingly carefree in a way that you had never seen him be before. 

Immediately, your friend sits up and begins to walk towards your kitchen. Looking in awe, you watch as his stance has automatically changed to accommodate for his bigger body now. As he walks, you look at his body and watch as his gloriously flabby body bounces and sways with each passing step. After a few minutes, your friend soon returns with a bunch of snacks in his thicker hands. Immediately, he slumps back into the sofa and offers you some snacks. Not wanting to ruin his carefree vibe, you oblige and take a few treats and join him in his enjoyment of the TV program...

By the end of the night, you come to realize how much you enjoy your friend’s new life and body. As a chubby guy, your friend is much less rigid and pretentious, allowing for a more humble and sweeter personality to emerge. 

When it came time for him to head home, you offered him the opportunity to stay the night. This new version of your friend was beginning to completely change your perspective on him. Given the late hours, you soon began to be more openly flirtatious towards him. He took your jokes and flirtations well, often throwing another your way to showcase that he was still quite into you as well. It didn’t take much longer before you went in for a kiss, running your hand to the back of his neck. He ran his hands underneath your shirt and felt along your equally chubby body in admiration. Soon, one thing led to another and within minutes, you were both completely naked and admiring each other’s gorgeously flabby bodies in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised by just how big of a smile appeared on your face when you saw him in bed next to you. You both locked eyes and smiled through your drowsiness, showcasing that this will most likely not be a one-night hookup.

After showering and having some more fun together, you both started to get ready to head out and go out to lunch together. However, as you began to get dressed, you noticed that your friend was incredibly bashful and shy. Curious, you asked what was going on and if everything was ok. “Yeah, but do you have some better clothes I could borrow?” he asked, holding up the shirt and shorts that once used to fit him. With the adorable look on his face, it didn’t take much for you to chuckle and lead him into your closet to give him a new wardrobe more fitting of his new body and life. 

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I'm the type of person who doesn't know if you're flirting with them. EVEN IF I'M ACTIVELY FLIRTING BACK, I don't know if you're really interested. Like haha jokingly flirting, right. Oh what. What do you mean you were SERIOUSLY flirting? like what ??

Prompt#16

Ace!Oblivious!Severus working in a BDSM club for research purposes.

BDSM Club Owner!Harry tries to catch Severus' attention in several kinky ways.

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"What are you doing, Potter?"

Harry chained onto the wall, muffled and cockring around attached you know where.

"Hsjnsnshmm?" ("Giving myself as a present?")

“You can’t do that without someone else here” Severus detached Harry of the wall, covered him with warm clothes and leave a very frustrated Harry behind. 

Drunk Harry rambled to Hermione about another his failed attempt at seducing Severus.

"I just don't get why he didn't just have several wicked ways with me? I literally chained onto the wall."

"Harry, have you considered that he might just not interested?"

"He is giving me moony eyes! How's that not taking fancy???"

Severus is rambling to his friend Lucius or Draco about how, “Potter is a dunderhead. He chained himself to a wall without anyone being there to check on him!”

Severus' friends on their own discussion. "Should we tell him?" "He will figure it out... I hope so anyway. Poor Potter."

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