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Hi, i was hoping my Touristics trip would take me to Greece?

Well of course we can arrange a journey to Greece, we even have multiple packages to book. Looking at you I think you would it would be good for you to book our Mt. Olympus package. Climb the mountain of gods if you like or drive to the coast, it’s only about 5 minutes by car. But that would be up to you. Oh you would like to climb the mountain first. We can arrange that. 

As you leave my shop, you find yourself on an uncommon street. It isn’t the same you entered the shop through, but you aren’t bothered at all, it feels just right to be here. You wander around and finally a man speaks to you. He is cute, a twink and reveals to have a soft almost feminine voice as he speaks to you: “I have searched for you, you are the tourist the man at Terrence & Ford told me about, aren’t you?” You confirm this and the man leads you down a few roads and then you are able to see your destination, Mt. Olympus.

The little man shows to possess a whole lot of endurance as you climb the mighty peak. Just as he struggles with a particularly high stone you notice his butt, it’s really big from what you see through his pants, and it looks really round and firm. “But wasn’t I supposed to be straight.”, you think as you scratch your head, only the noticing how big your biceps are. You look at them in awe, totally entranced by he twitching of the mighty flexed peaks and the criss-crossing veins running along them. 

Carefully you approach the still struggling mountaineer, grab his ass and help him shove him further up allowing him to climb the rock. Then you reach out and pull yourself up in one fluent motion, earning awestruck gazes from your companion. “Man, it must be nice being this tall.”, he squeaked looking up at your chiseled bearded face.

“Fuck I can’ take it anymore.”, you exclaim in a powerful baritone and pull the man upwards, planting a sensual kiss on his lips, as you rip his pants away, as well as yours. About 10 minutes later you find yourself behind a corner, rapidly jackhammering your new godly cock deep into your companion’s big ass. Another 30 minutes and more than a few loads later you descend down the mountain again.

Though you didn’t reach the peak fully, you still gotta show the mortals on the beach what a true Olympian looks like.

Terrence & Ford Touristics

A new travel agency has opened up, maybe just around your corner. We here at TF Touristics offer journeys to places all around the world. Whether you want to see Big Ben in London, the city lights in Tokyo or the outback of Australia, we have an offer for you. Visit any place you like, but you may feel so comfortable you won’t wanna leave.

A Class Trip to New York

Johnathan had enjoyed planning his class’ graduation journey very much. Even though it was solely his job as the class rep, but the whole class supported him. Everybody searched for travel destinations and after a while everybody agreed on the Big Apple. There was shopping for the girls and lots of cute girls for the guys  and a travel agency named “Terrence & Ford Touristics” made a cheap offer. So when the day had come, Everybody boarded a plane in Berlin and about 3 hours later they landed in New York.

It was quite the task, holding a pack of 20 hormone charged 18-year-olds together, but he mastered the task and another 2 exhausting hours later they came to their hotel. Just like the pictures at TF Touristics had promised it was pretty fine for the price they had payed.

He confidently approached the reception desk, even though he felt oddly nervous. But the receptionist welcomed him with a warm smile and said: “If I had to guess I would say you are the class from Berlin, right? The people from Terrence & Ford told us you would arrive soon. So, are there only boys in your group or are there any girls, because of the rooms?” 

Jonathan wanted to tell the guy, that they were mostly girls in class, but as he turned towards his travel group a headache ht him and then he suddenly remembered. Of course his class consisted solely of male students, they were a boys-only-school after all. Still a little puzzled he turned around again and took the keys from the receptionist, distributing them among his classmates.

After everyone was done getting their luggage in their hotel rooms, they reassembled in the hotel’s lobby. “How about we have a sightseeing tour now?”, Jonathan asked into the round, getting an agreeing murmur as reply. Armed with a map of New York, Jonathan lead his friends through the city streets. 

Suddenly a guy on the far front, Erik, pointed at one of the advertising boards. It was for some Pixar movie, ‘A Giant in New York’. Then he shouted: ”Looks like anyone of us could play the main character, right boys?”, which lead to general laughter. It was true though, none of the boys was under 6′4″ and they were all only 18 years old. Jonathan was among the biggest of them, standing at an imposing height of 6′9″, standing head and shoulders over the normal sized people.

They didn’t even get around the next corner, when Frank, a guy in the back, called their attention to another billboard, this time for a line of beauty products for men. “Not like anybody needs it in this class, am I right guys?”, he asked and everybody shouting back “Damn, right!”, in unison, having people even turn their heads, because of the deep thunderous rumble. Jonathan knew everyone was kind of cocky and didn’t really care if everyone stared at them, well in fact they really enjoyed it. And why wouldn’t they be cocky, every single student had at least modeled professionally once and they had even been elected the most handsome class in all of Germany.

“Damn a coke would be nice now, don’t you agree?”, from in the middle of the crowd Anthoine, an exchange student from France, said. “Well, I’ve got something coke bottle sized right here.”, Erik replied and grabbed his packed crotch. The whole class burst out laughing. It was the usual joke around their class, since everybody was at least as hung as Erik was, some like Jonathan had even more hid in their pants. It always looked like a porno when they undressed after PE. One time their Coach burst into the room while they were all nude and half shocked, half joking commented that he felt like he was on a bull farm, seeing their oversized balls and cocks.

Not even two corners later the peaceful sightseeing tour was interrupted again, this time by a guy named Lukas, who laughed at the giant pic of a male model in an underwear commercial. “Hahahaha, what a fucking pansy, anyone of us would look better as an underwear model.” His claim was underlined by the approving murmur of the others. They seriously would be better suited for this job. They all were just plain built, but paired with their incredible leanness and their overall overwhelming handsomeness they were just walking wet dreams. No surprise though that they were only given male teachers, since there had been to many incidents with female teachers having multiple orgasms  after only one lesson. And that was only from looking at them, although it would have been a lot less complicated if anyone of them ever bothered with putting on a shirt. ‘But it would be a shame to hide these masterpieces’, Jonathan thought as he looked into the other’s faces.

“Well I guess we won’t get far with sightseeing anymore, since everybody wants to read billboards. How about we return to the hotel.”, Jonathan proposed, but then he got quizzical looks from the others. “Dude did you hit your head on doorframes to much? Why would we go sightseeing in New York, we were born here after all. And did you forget we have a job to do?”, Carl, another one of the taller guys replied, waving a bunch of leaflets. “Ugh, you’re right, sorry guys. But why don’t we take a selfie, before we continue. Gotta show the followers online where we are.”, John replied.

After the picture was taken, they resumed their work. “Visit ‘Big Bro-thel’ and get a piece of us.”, John said, gesturing towards the extraordinary group of young men, he called colleagues. 

Ive always wanted to travel to Scotland. My whole family came over from Scotland in the 1600s and I've always wanted to see the "old country" hoping TF Touristics has a Scotland/Ireland tour package I can take advantage of to get in touch with my roots?

But of course, sir.  We will gladly make your hopes come true, but first of all we have to talk about payment. It seems you just don’t have enough money to afford such a trip, but there isn’t a problem there. First of all we will have to fly you over to the proud island of Ireland, you can always take a ship over to Scotland if you want.

Just as you land at Dublin Airport you feel a little strange. This feeling only grows stronger when you leave the building and search for a taxi. You feel like you have to throw up and so you dart back to the airport only to find the building has disappeared. Instead you find yourself in the middle of a forest. Not that it matters to you, you search for the nearest bush and puke.

But unbeknownst to you this is all part of your journey and first of all you have to pay your debts. I think if we make you a little bit older, let’s say about 38. But aging has been kind to you, I mean just look at this dense beard you got now, not to mention your hard, masculine features and thoroughly styled hair.

As you make your way through the forest, bending thick branches aside, each step and each branch grow your silhouette, increasing your height slowly but steadily, as well as your muscle mass. Big calloused hands, connected to long powerful arms, hold the 6′ high boughs away from your thick meaty chest. 

Just as you begin to feel thirsty, you come across a small river and decide to take a sip. Every time you swallow hair begins to sprout on your pecs and slowly red creeps into your jetblack hair,until you are full redhead.

Finally you come across a road and decide to walk along until you come to the next town. It isn’t too long until you hear the roaring of a car. You hope they will give you a lift and so you hold out a thick thumb. The car pulls over and the busty woman with copper red hair opens the door. “Hey, stud, do you wanna come along?”, she cooed practically pulling your skintight flannel shirt off your heavily muscled body as you climb into the car. The more she hits the gas pedal, the more you feel a heavy weight sneaking down your left leg and look down to find your thick cock obviously outlined.

What is there much to say? You are a full blooded Celt after all.

Hi, i was hoping my Touristics trip would take me to Greece?

Well of course we can arrange a journey to Greece, we even have multiple packages to book. Looking at you I think you would it would be good for you to book our Mt. Olympus package. Climb the mountain of gods if you like or drive to the coast, it’s only about 5 minutes by car. But that would be up to you. Oh you would like to climb the mountain first. We can arrange that. 

As you leave my shop, you find yourself on an uncommon street. It isn’t the same you entered the shop through, but you aren’t bothered at all, it feels just right to be here. You wander around and finally a man speaks to you. He is cute, a twink and reveals to have a soft almost feminine voice as he speaks to you: “I have searched for you, you are the tourist the man at Terrence & Ford told me about, aren’t you?” You confirm this and the man leads you down a few roads and then you are able to see your destination, Mt. Olympus.

The little man shows to possess a whole lot of endurance as you climb the mighty peak. Just as he struggles with a particularly high stone you notice his butt, it’s really big from what you see through his pants, and it looks really round and firm. “But wasn’t I supposed to be straight.”, you think as you scratch your head, only the noticing how big your biceps are. You look at them in awe, totally entranced by he twitching of the mighty flexed peaks and the criss-crossing veins running along them. 

Carefully you approach the still struggling mountaineer, grab his ass and help him shove him further up allowing him to climb the rock. Then you reach out and pull yourself up in one fluent motion, earning awestruck gazes from your companion. “Man, it must be nice being this tall.”, he squeaked looking up at your chiseled bearded face.

“Fuck I can’ take it anymore.”, you exclaim in a powerful baritone and pull the man upwards, planting a sensual kiss on his lips, as you rip his pants away, as well as yours. About 10 minutes later you find yourself behind a corner, rapidly jackhammering your new godly cock deep into your companion’s big ass. Another 30 minutes and more than a few loads later you descend down the mountain again.

Though you didn’t reach the peak fully, you still gotta show the mortals on the beach what a true Olympian looks like.

I'm half mexican but never been in Mexico, Is there some trip to there? I'd love to meet the pyramids

You want a trip to Mexico and that’s what you will get.  All the arrangements have been made and you can board the next plane to San Jose del Cabo, since it was the cheapest one. It wasn’t too long until you land, but the long flight has left you exhausted, though you are glad to finally be in your ancestors’ homeland.

You go straight to your hotel from the airport and instantly fall asleep as your head hits the pillow. The next morning you wake early, being woken from the first rays of sunlight shining through your window. Annoyed you remember forgetting closing the curtains. But despite not getting much sleep that night, you don’t feel tired at all. You feel lively and full of energy, just like any other 26 year old.

You step up to your window and your plans of seeing the pyramids are instantly replaced by the view of the beautiful beach in front of your room. You are in such a rush to get to the beach that you didn’t even bother looking in the mirror. If you had, you would have noticed, that your had was a little longer or that you were more handsome than the day before.

Every hasty step you take down the short stairway, increases your height and while you were a relatively short person at the beginning, there isn’t anything short about you now, though you could have bothered putting on a shirt. Your naked upper body earns you a lot of disturbed looks in the lobby. 

But unbeknownst to you or them the looks have an interesting side effect. Every time you get looked at a little bit of muscle is added to your body, leaving you with the rockhard body of a beach stud, because that is exactly what you are becoming. 

This just leaves your jeans, which rapidly shrivel away and form a pair of scandally tight swimming briefs. But that matter is not lost, since it moved into the now stretched to the limit pouch of your briefs, drastically ncreasing the size of your cock and balls.

Your trip to Mexico has made you Fernando the fully Mexican horsehung beachboy, though you ow only speak enough English to ask tourists if they want to sleep with you (A little hint: They always do.)

As an avid manga reader, I've always wanted to visit Tokyo, Japan

Oh, you are a manga fan? Well, you are really lucky, since there is a manga convention coming up next week in Tokyo. Would  you like to book a ticket for it? Yes?! Well then you’ll get it. Have a nice trip to the largest city in the world, sir.

You enter the hotel lobby. It had been a long flight, but you are so excited, you just spent over 2 hours exploring the city center, until you realized that it was already quite late and you wanted to get to the convention as early as possible. You enter your room and despite your tiredness you want to try on your special luggage. Carefully you pull out the costume from your bag, you had decided to go as a guy from one of those fighting games.

It fitted perfectly and to complete your outfit you had decided to buy a muscle suit, which only improved the cosplay’s quality. But wait why would you need a muscle suit, you had your own set of rockhard muscles since joining the gym a few years ago. Still a little irritated you pick another piece of your costume out of the bag.

You had planned on stuffing a few socks in your crotch, to conceal it’s flatness, but as you tried to put them in place you suddenly remembered that this wouldn’t be needed. After all you were on the verge of being arrested for indecent exposure at all time, for the obvious bulge your footlong cock was making. If you stuffed socks down there you would be arrested for sure. Still confused you go to bed, maybe tomorrow everything will be clear again.

You wake up and look in the mirror. You look like an Asian guy, but weren’t you supposed to be a white boy? Nonsense, you had been born and raised in Tokyo after all. You had been voted one of the 100 most handsome men in Japan at the age of 20. You still remembered how proud you were, as you put on your costume.

We hope you enjoyed your trip to Tokyo, I bet you did when you put on the act of the aggressive fighter at the convention and all those nerds either shit or creamed their pants.

I don't have any family left so I wanted to research it. I want to be closer to my roots. My great grandparents immigrated from Italy in 1919. Looking back further shows my ancestors were slaves in ancient Rome. But at 5'7 and an overweight 210 lbs, I don't see the resemblance to the storied gladiator slaves.

So you’d like to request a classic back to the roots kind of journey, sir? Of course we have something like this in our travel catalog. Currently there is an drastically reduced offer for a hostel room near the center of Rome. I hope this will be enough, though you will probably be preoccupied with research a lot. You want it? Great! The flight from DC is booked for tomorrow. And if I might make a suggestion concerning the search, maybe you should start with the Colosseum after all, I mean that’s were your ancestors fought after all.

It’s shortly after 12 PM when you land in Rome, and the lack of a meal on the flight has left you a little hungry. So you decide to try out one of the restaurants near your accommodation, being drawn to it by the heavenly smell and surprisingly cheap meals. You order a portion of pasta, Italy’s national dish. Your manners are really horrible and you slurp down the spaghetti, each one of them making you resemble the noodles more. Every time you slobber up one of them you lose a little bit of your excess fat. When you’re finished with the noddles, you decide to try the meatballs next.

As you gulf those down too, anyone could see where the meat is going. Each meatball is converted into rockhard muscle. As you slowly empty the giant ball, three meatballs and your arms are serious fitness model size, 8 more and you got a deeply cut eightpack and another 5 and you can call an almost too perfect chest your own. 

You pay your bill and leave the restaurant, but not before asking the busty waitress how to get to the Colosseum. She is only to happy to answer your new sexy bass voice. As you stand before her another side effect of your meal is revealed. Your muscular legs and sculpted upper body have been elongated, increasing your height to an impressive 6′3″. 

You follow the way she described and reach your destination and in front of it stands a guy and he looks rather angry as he marches towards you. “Hey dumbass, you’re supposed to work here and not look after women.”, he yells, grabs by the wrist and drags into a nearby house, where you find a gladiator’s clothing on a table. “Put that on idiot and then come out again.”, he orders and adds as he leaves, “Seriously he has the body of a young god, but the intelligence of a bag of potatoes.”

You notice how hard it is to put the costume on, but pretty much everything is hard for you now, or on you. As you put on the dark leather briefs  you feel the familiar weight of your dick in them and as you put on the helmet your features become hard and sculpted.

So as you see, you’re no slave as your ancestors, but you are so dependent on your manager now, that you are practically his property. But what are you waiting for, put on this gladiator show for the tourists.

I've always been itching to see new places. Like Texas! The Lone Star state has always been a fun idea. Country music, horse back riding, BBQ :) Although as a short Asian guy from CA, I'm not sure I'll exactly fit in. Maybe you can help with that?

Well of course we can take you to Texas, nothing easier than that. Oh, our system just informed me, that you are indeed our 1000th customer. That certainly deserves a treat. I think you will get your trip for free. Additionally you will be flown to your destination with our company’s private jet.

Several days after this you land in Houston. It had been a nice flight, though it wasn’t long. Your taxi is already waiting outside the airport to take you further into the land, away from the urban noise and hectic, towards the farm you wanted to go to. “Would you mind a bit of music?”, your driver asks and on your nod he turns on the radio. Loud country music blares from the speakers and caresses your senses.

You don’t even notice your seat moving further back or your feet growing to fit your new height. “I can’t believe you even fit inside this car, sir. I mean what are you, 7′?” “7′1″, you answer a little bit. People always ask you about your height, after all you don’t see many Asians over 6′, let lone one who is a whole foot bigger.

“Are you visiting your family here? You look like a boy who grew up on a farm.”, the driver asks, looking at your sandy blond hair and sculpted jawline. You certainly have the manly pretty boy looks, people expected from a guy, who grew up in Texas, not too forget the splendid tan, resulting from working hours and hours outside. You nod and look out into the land, enjoying the sight of endless fields of corn and wheat. Shortly after you arrive at your aim, pay the driver with a smile and look around, searching for the next guy to pick you up.

Then you spot him. An elderly guy with leathery weathered skin and a warm smile on his lips. “You must be the one I am supposed to take to the farm, son.” You nod once again and look for the car he brought, but only spot a pair of beautiful brown horses, to which the old man is heading. After some back and forth the two of you manage to store your luggage on the horse’s back. You start your ride, the old man leads the way down the uneven path and you follow close, being shaken violently by the stones and irregularities along the way. But every little shake makes you bigger. Not heightwise, I think growing even taller would make you a freak  No, your shoulder grow broader, your back flares wider, your arms become beefier, your pecs bigger and plumper and your absection gets more defined and deeper cut by the second.

When you reach the farm, you have become the epitome of the well bred farm boy, towering height, massive muscles and pretty boy looks. ”Could  you do me a favor and look after the cattle, son?”, your guide, or was he your father, asks and points somewhere. You go look and reach the enclosure, the herd’s bulls running away from you in panic. “Yeah you’re scared of me? No surprise tough I am bigger than you.”, you say flexing your immense biceps and give your bulging crotch a grab.

Please could you make me go in Russia, where my father and my grand-father were born and turn me like them, a big hairy muscle men who can't stop fucking every woman he sees?

Have you any family in Russia, sir? You could save a whole lot of money when you have a place to stay. An aunt? Well this is perfect, you should inform her of your trip right away, I think she will be happy to see you, after all this time. So there is only the flight to book. I have an offer for next week if that would please you.

As you step out of the plane you are glad to have your mantle. The wind is freezing cold and draped over everything you see is a thick layer of snow. Despite the thick coat you shiver and once again can’t help but think that buying the thick wool hat had been a good idea. You take out a hand to readjust it and feel something different from the woolly material you remember, it’s furry, just like you would imagine the feeling of one of those stereotypical Russian fur caps. You pull your coat close to your lithe body and make your way towards the car of your aunt. 

She is waving at you happily and smiles a wide smile when she hugs you. “You looked so much smaller on Skype, my boy.”, she says and gestures at your quite tall body. Most people react like this when they see your 6′4″ frame.You literally squeeze yourself inside her small car and look at the city’s architecture and all the snow, when you drive to her flat.

Though the flat is nicely decorated, looking like a traditionally furnitured and with old eastern European wallpapers, you decide to decide to roam the streets for a bit. Only when the door closes behind you you notice that you forgot your coat. But since you wear a thick pullover you won’t go back now. You don’t plan on staying outside for too long after all. You walk through the city’s streets and some time later you look on your clock. It’s already been a couple of hours since you left the flat and you don’t feel cold at all. But why would you feel any cold. With the thick muscles you call your own, testament to endless hours in the local gym, in conjunction with the  light dusting of hair, covering your mighty body.

You walk past a bar and decide to pay it a visit.  You order a glass of vodka and look at the other guests. There are more than a few beautiful women in the room and you go and talk to one. She easily gives in to the rumble of your deep voice, the twitching of your gargantuan arms (She seemed to be especially impressed by the bouncing of your heavy pecs.) and most of ll your deep icy blue eyes. 

Shortly after you find yourself in the guest room of your aunt’s flat and the two women you picked up at the bar nude before you. You are only clad in a pair of black shorts and the fur hat, they insisted on you wearing it. Shortly after you find yourself jackhammering your thick vodka bottle sized dick into the girls pussies, grunting heavily while the wooden headboard slams repeatedly at the wall.

So it’s no surprise your aunt threw you out of her flat after the 6th or 7th chick, but I guess you won’t have a problem finding a sleeping place now, a pure blooded Russian man simply doesn’t sped the night alone.

Hey, do you have any holiday deals on trips to Hollywood? I've always wanted to be able to stroll along the Walk of Fame, see the sights and enjoy myself. Could you make that happen? Thanks in advance!

Our company will gladly send you to Los Angeles. How about a nice package we have here. Our Filmstar Package includes a sightseeing tour, a bodyguard and being driven around the town in a limousine for the real superstar feeling. You are okay with it? Okay, your flight is on Thursday.

The warm sunlight of LA hits your skin and you immediately feel at home here. You had always had the dream of living in the center of arts. You had even tried moving there some years ago, but you just couldn’t find a job. You weren’t handsome or talented enough for the film business and your voice wasn’t good enough to be a singer. 

You leave the LAX and your driver waves a sign at you frantically. “The guy from TF Touristics told me you would come and showed me your picture. You’re Colin Wainwright, aren’t you?” You wanted to correct him, since you had memories of a different name, but then you remember how dumb it would be to correct him, after all your name was Colin Wainwright.

You climb into the back of your luxurious car and take a bottle of champagne out of the mini bar. Your hands are shaky as you open the expensive drink and the payment for your shakiness follows suit. The stuff spills all over your shirt and makes the white textile totally transparent, perfectly showcasing your amazing body. The sleeve busting biceps you call your own, the broad shoulders you have, the thick pecs you worked so hard on building up and not to forget your abs, the body part that drives your fans crazy the most.

Wait, fans? Duh, of course. A world famous actor is supposed to have a lot of fans, right? Especially the girls are all over your body and always nearly orgasm when your shirtless torso is on display in your movies and it is in each and every one of them. Though they are not only all over your body, your almost too handsome face isn’t a turn off either. Your lantern jawline, your thoroughly styled hair, with the black cap draped on top of it. Or your amazingly deep blue eyes, sitting under a pair of thick manly brows and atop a perpetually smiling, totally seducing kissable mouth. And the stubble coating your jawline is a total ladykiller too.

As you admire your reflection in the window you peel off the wet shirt, clinging to your sculpted body and a nice tan and a couple of tattoos are revealed. You slide the dividing glass down and tell your diver, with your trademark baritone: “Could you please drive to my house. The champagne spilled right over me and I don’t want to show up on the Walk of Fame shirtless.”

Several minutes later the car pulls up your house’s gateway and is immediately hordes of paparazzi crowd to your car and take photos. “Oh, shit.”, you say and pack your softening horse cock back into your near skintight pants. Damn, you could see the  headlines tomorrow: “Sexiest Man Alive Colin Wainwright jacks off his legendary penis on every occasion!”

Seems like you won’t be able to go to the Walk of Fame for a while now, without people  noticing your bulge, but you sure can enjoy yourself in your giant house for the time being. You and maybe a few of your female fans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hiya! I was wondering if you had tour package for Italy and the Middle East? I've always been interested by their history and architecture and I'd really like to go.

How about our company offers you a longer stay abroad. We have checked your grades and verified that you really qualify for a scholarship by our business. If you don’t have any objections we would like to arrange a stay for at least half a year at the University of Jerusalem. Though you can stay there longer if you’d like. Pack your stuff and we will send you there as soon as you can.

Just the next day you climb out of a plane and take a taxi to your new studying place, immediately enrolling for courses like History of the Middle East and Oriental Architecture, before going to your dorm. It looks nice from the outside and much to your surprise you find out it is a boys only dorm.

You enter the imposing building through a pair of hinged doors and find out it is just as nice from the inside as from the outside. Looking around you see what looks like an office and talk to the guy inside, who gives you a key and tells you the number of your room. 

As you walk down the hallway of your new residence you notice that everybody seems to have left their door open, no matter if they were only learning or changing clothes. You enter your own corridor and a strong earthy musk fills your nose. You wonder were it comes from and look into the first room on the right.

Though you couldn’t see anything, the melody of clapping flesh and loud moans comes to you ears and you immediately think about the long cock the guy must be jacking off. At the thought of this footlong tool, your own impressive tool comes to live. It’s outline is clear in your khakis and you unsuccessfully try to hide the obscene silhouette. Looking down you find the source of the musky odor, a gap between your rather unimpressive stomach and pants. Though you can’t even remember taking your shirt off, you enjoy the sight of your thick cock base and the smell of your sweaty bull nuts.

You move further down the hallway and hear the clanging sound of metal. Peaking into the next room, only to find a quite muscular guy benching what looked like some heavy weight with ease. He sits upright and looks at you. “Hey you.”, he calls out with a smooth baritone, “You look like you can lift heavy weights. Wanna meet up later and go to the gym?” “Sure why not.”, you reply in an equally deep voice, shrugging your wide brawny shoulders, one hand caressing your impressive abs.

You walk on and look in the neighboring room, curious what you would find. Though you only find a guy in front of a mirror, cutting his thick beard. He looks quite good, with his dense black facial hair and the thoroughly styled crew cut. His black hair perfectly matches up with his light brown complexion, further hinting he comes from the region. Your hand immediately shoots up to your own face, rubbing your own impressive beard. 

Finally you reach your room and walk into it. Unlike the others it’s a double room. One side is already occupied by your new roommate. He looks quite intelligent, sitting over a thick book and wearing the thickest pair of glasses you had ever seen. Adjusting your own pair of glasses you walk towards him and extend a hand. “Hello I’m Tamir and I’m your roommate.”, you say and he turns around. “Yeah I know, dude we’ve moved together last year, dummy.”, he replies and then you remember everything.

“So you look like you need me.”, he says and looks at your obviously hard dick. He drops to his knees and takes out your semi-hard cock. “Make it fast though I gotta learn.”, you tell him and he starts sucking. Even though he does his best it takes you more than half an hour to finally dump your load into his waiting throat, before turning towards your own desk and opening a book. 

I think you will fit in just fine with your new manly beard, incredibly muscular body and genius mind. You will be a worthy representative for the Terrence & Ford Scholarship Program.

TF Touristics Update

So up till now I have gotten what feels like a ton of asks for trip with TF Touristics. To prevent things from getting to much the deadline for this business’ requests will be the 25th August at 12 o’clock CET.

Concerning the asks I have gotten until now:

Any asks sent in more than once by the same person (Trust me I recognize who sent me multiple ones!) will be deleted.

Each country will only get one trip, with the exception of the USA, where several regions have their own trips.

I will probably write no more asks about the US. I only know some stuff about the places I already wrote about and have no desire to write about it anymore. That’s not meant as an offense against the USA, I just don’t know what new things to write about anymore.

Feel free to send in more asks about anything you want, but I ask for your understanding if I don’t do them now. I have my hands full with TF Touristics at the moment. 

Thank you for your attention ;D

I wanna go to Thailand with my buds, any other chance for us to get a slightly cheaper ticket? And maybe a place to stay? We're fine as long as it's still affordable

I just saw that we have a discount for groups of three, as long as you are fine with sharing one room. If that is no problem for you, sir, and judging your posture it isn’t at all, I will do the booking right away. 

Some days later you climb out of the plane, your neck stiff from being cramped between your two best friends, the two of them horsing around the whole flight, and damn it was a long one. Adding to the stiffness of your neck comes an overwhelming feeling of tiredness and exhaustion, making you hope to get to your accommodation and get a good night of sleep soon.

As you and your friends, that don’t seem to be tired at all, walk through the center of town, looking for your hotel, you look into the shops at the sides of the streets. One catches your attention. You think, you have seen before, maybe at the travel agency. “Come on guys, let’s grab a drink before headin’ over to our room.”, you try to encourage  your friends. 

As you walk into the bar, the owner greets you glowingly: “Congratulations, gentlemen, you are our 10000th customers. Everything’s free tonight and you are gifted these traditional ornaments.” Still smiling brightly he hands over the golden jewelry. You can tell form looking at your buddies that they feel just like you. Surprised and happy at the gift you received , tired from the flight and strangely compelled to try the ornaments on. 

Simultaneously you enter the bathroom, each of you taking a different stall. At first you get undressed completely, just like the feeling is telling you. As you look down your naked body, you can’t help but feel bad. Sure your body isn’t bad, the regular sessions at the gym and cycling had done your body good, but you can’t help but feel inadequate, like you are supposed to be more. Just then you hear the whisper of the golden strings. “Bind us to your arms.” You do as you are told and tie the crown like ornaments around your upper arms. 

Expecting to see a change you look to your sides. But no changes there, just the meaty bowling balls of muscle you’ve had since high school. Maybe the golden collar would change something. The heavy piece of jewelry really had an air of magic around it. you put it around your neck and let it rest on your chest. Excitedly you look down, maybe something would have changed. But to your disappointment you are greeted by the familiar sight of your muscular heaving pecs, blocking your view further down. 

You look into the mirror (Had it been there before?) , hoping to maybe see something else changed, but nothing. Just a set of rockhard abdominals, leading down to an amazingly narrow waste, completing the perfect V, you owned. You pull up the pair of golden shorts, that had been lieing on the ground and pull them up to your tiny waist. By now you have given up on seeing changes and you are right. A look in the confirmed your thoughts. Below the impressive abs was just the same sequoia like equally impressive legs, that had always been there.

After tieing your middle length blonde dyed hair up to a bun, you exit the stall, just at the same time as your buddies. “Feeling any different?”, you ask them, while cupping your impressive cock bulge. They shake their heads, also gving their generous dicks a grab. “Anyway, we should go back to work.”, your one buddy says and leaves the bathroom.

You join him and go back to your job. Standing before the shop, you flex your impressive muscles and shout “Happy Hour from 5 to 8. Give Chun’ Cocktail Parlor a visit win an evening with us. We will do everything with.” You stress the word ‘everything’ especially, not even noticing you speak fluent Thai. 

Hello! I just saw your Touristics sign out front. I actually just got a DNA test, and turns out there is a lot of Scandinavian in me. Could you help me book a trip to my old homeland?

So you want to visit Scandinavia, sir. How about we send you to Norway, would that be okay with you? I could book you a trip with a travel group, mostly single men like you. I hope you don’t mind. By the way there is also a craft beer tasting included.

Already looking forward to the fine beers you will taste you make your way to the shop. The rest of your group has already arrived and is waiting for the tasting when a man walks in. He is quite old, about 65 and looks like a viking from a picture book. He has a well kept blonde beard, covering an amazingly square jawline and long dirt blonde hair he keeps as a braid. Though his form is hidden beneath his apron, you can see bulging biceps beneath his skin tight sleeves.

Suddenly a guy turns around and speaks to you. “Hey I’m James. Wanna be my drinking buddy?”, he asks with a wide sympathetic grin and a chuckle. You only nod and pick up the first glass of beer from the owner’s tablet.  You drink up and enjoy the strong taste of the dark beer. All of a sudden everyone lets out a hearty burp and excuses themselves. Though the excuses seem to be made by pretty deep voices. And even more than the others there is your deep thunder like booming bass. You look over at James and see he looks a little puzzled too, irritated by the sound of his own voice.

The second beer you are handed is a lager. It tasted even better than the first one, not as strong but more refined. Suddenly a strand of thick light brown, almost gleaming hair falls over your blue eyes. You put it back in place giving your long luxurious mane a stroke. You fondle your thick beard, thinking about the sudden feeling a little strange. Like you’re supposed to be clean shaven and have short blonde hair. But that can’t be right, after all a Viking is supposed to have a wild mane.

The third glass you are handed contains an amber coloured liquid. It tastes sweet and you can’t quite tell what it is. You set the glass down and look over at James. His bare chest is on display and he absentmindedly bounces his meaty pecs. You feel up your own generous pecs and hard sixpack, coming to the joyful realization that your’s are bigger and more defined. Coming to think of it you can’t remember pulling your shirt off. But why would you want to cover your body up at all, you wonder and stroke your hair. 

“Hey man. You know what that drink is?”, you ask James, or was it Jens, in a booming bass. With an equally deep voice he replies: “Man, are you drunk already? It’s mead, dumbass. You of all people should know, after all you always drink liters at our binges.” Then you remember all the feasts you attended. All the mead you drank, all the women you fucked and all the fights you won. 

But it’s normal for you to forget stuff. After all a Viking doesn’t need to remember stuff or know things. All a Viking needs to do is drink, fuck and fight. You slap Jens on the back, making him spill his mead. “No way I would forget it. I bet I can drink more of it then you.” After that your memory is pretty much blank and the next thing you knew is that you wake up your giant bed, three smiling women laying around you and your still hard cock standing at attention. I guess that means before you can go on you have to jack off ‘Mjolnir’.

Hello! Can I have a trip to Spain? My mother is from this country and I always dreamt to be like a Spanish man. Muscular, hairy, manly and hung like a bull. Could you make my dream come trie?

Your dream shall come true, sir. If you can afford it, and from your looks i am sure you’ll be, we will send you to your mother’s homeland. Your accommodation will be a little off center in Madrid, but I guess that won’t be a problem. 

When you come to the hotel room you can’t help but yawn. The flight was long and the preparations took like forever. An thanks to being squeezed between a mother with a crying child and a fat guy, you haven’t been able to get any sleep on the plane either. By now you are barely able to hold your eyes open, seems like it wasn’t a good idea to go partying with your friends yesterday

It’s not like you got any action though. The guys always go for your friends, unlike you they are masculine men through and through. Their thick beards and strong muscles are enough to seduce anyone they like and you standing next to them makes their bodies look even more impressive. After all you are almost the complete opposite. Though your Spanish heritage has given you a nice tan and a decent stubble, your body isn’t exactly impressive. As you pull off your clothes to put on your pajama you grimace at the sight of your rail thin arms and legs and pigeon chest, sitting above a slight gut. Not wanting to thick about it further you pull the pants over your bony ass and pencil thin three incher and fall asleep.

The sun is setting when you wake up again, since you fell asleep in the morning. “Guess my siesta went a bit out of hand.”, you say in a deep gruff voice, not even noticing that you spoke fluent Spanish. You throw the blanket off your body and stare at the mountain of flesh rising from your crotch area. “Guess I have to take of business.”, you sigh and start jacking your fat monster dick. It takes you almost half an hour to finally release a monstrous load.

You stuff your tool into an almost too tight jockstrap and step in front of your wardrobe. As you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and suddenly your jockstrap bursts. The sight of your own hunky body has gotten you hard again. But who wouldn’t? 

The perfect symmetry of your 6′7″ frame alone is enough. But your body is also incredibly muscular. Your arms looked like someone had implanted baseballs under your skin and a short flex confirmed that they held immense power. Your shoulders were extremely wide and round, connecting to thick traps. Your pecs were just perfectly round mounds of muscle, overshadowing a shredded cobblestone road of abs. The base of your enormous body made up a pair of tree trunk-like legs and clown feet.

Tearing your gaze away from the incredible display of manliness you get dressed for a night out. You pick out a stylish grey T-shirt and black jeans and head over to the bathroom. Carefully you style your jet-black hair into a mohawk and trim your dense beard. A last look in the mirror confirmed you were finished. Though you almost looked a little to agressive with your trademark thick deep hanging eyebrows hanging over the deep brown eyes.

Finally you leave your flat, scratching your the just right amount of body hair on your pecs, before heading off for a night out in Madrid, hoping to get a some nice twink ass to plow. Though that won’t be a problem, I mean just look at you.

Hi I was wondering if your travel agency could book me a flight to London? I have always wanted to go there. I love to drink tea and I've been told the best tea is from that area. 😝

I can totally understand that. You see I am an avid tea drinker myself and judging from the business trip I had in England once, the rumors are true. So to make things short, you will get a room in a nice flat in Downtown London, though you’d have to share the apartment with two other guys, but I guess that’s not a problem. 

You are totally perplexed when you enter the flat. The man at the travel agency didn’t lie when he told you about the interior. It was plain and simple, making it look incredibly modern and expensive. You have arrived pretty early and judging from the snores coming from he rooms your roommates-for-now where still asleep.

You inspected your room and much to your surprise you find a couple of framed pictures. And to surprise you even more, they all show yourself. The first one showed you among a group of children, about the age of 6. You were about a head taller than the other children and showed a wide smile. “Guess I’ve always been quite tall.”, You murmur to yourself and scratch at your head. You shrug your shoulders and think about all the doorframes you have hit your head on.

You look at the next one and smile. It was a picture that showed you at about the age of 10, holding a dumbbell in your hands. You remember that this was the first time your father had taken you to the gym and you had taken to it like a fish in the water. 12 years later you had a body that most guys dreamed and fantasized about.

Before you move to the third picture you give your impressive biceps a flex and enjoy the feeling. The third picture showed you after a wrestling competition, wearing only a tiny singlet. You were about the age of 15 in this picture, holding a massive trophy, that pointed you out as the winner of a national competition. You still remember how proud you and your parents were that day. But the most obvious detail in the photograph was the almost porn quality bulge that was showing through your singlet. And your dick wasn’t even finished growing by then. 

You gave your enormous footlong dick a quick tug and look at the fourth and last of the pictures. Unlike the others it wasn’t a photograph, but a framed version of your first magazine cover. You couldn’t believe how dense your beard had been at the age of 18, or how angular your face. Rumor had it that this edition had been the best sold ever.

You hear a stirring coming from your bed and notice your last night’s fuck was still asleep. You leave your room and walk in the kitchen, making yourself  some tea. The steaming cup in your big hand, you walk up to the huge window facing the city. As you take a sip, enjoying the morning skyline of London, dominated by the world famous Big Ben tower, only one thing is left to say. With a deep voice you murmur: “What a nice aroma that tea has.”

Think Touristics could hook me up with a trip to Turkey? The rich history, the exotic cuisine, the buff, hairy, masculine men... it's all so attractive.

I’m sure you will enjoy the trip have in mind for you. Right after landing I would recommend visiting a traditional Turkish wrestling match, they are always spectacular. Of course the tickets are included in your hotel price, after all I kind of urged you to go there. Just be sure to let us know if you enjoyed it. 

At first you were pretty reluctant to go to the wrestling match, but upon seeing the men that would be fighting, you couldn’t wait to see it. The two participants were the most attractive men you had yet seen in flesh. Sure you had watched videos of this kind of hairy ubermasculine dudes on the internet. You tried hiding your raging hard-on as you think about the two contestants jerking off what must be mammoth cocks.

Though the sight of the two ringing fighting men doesn’t make it easier for you. Watching the two oiled up men headlocking each other is almost as good as porn for you. You don’t even mind as some of the oil spills on you and stains your t-shirt. Though far two soon after this the fight is over and you have to get out. You walk in the direction of the hotel you have a room in, though when you reach the building it is an apartment tower. You don’t even notice as you walk up the stairs and open the door with a key you don’t remember having in your pocket up to now.

You enter the flat and are taken aback by the earthy musky stench that hangs in the air. You pat your generous bulge and remember all the loads you knocked out, that are responsible for the manly smell. Smiling, you remember one of your one-night stands said that if someone were to use a blacklight in your room, it would look like a Pollock painting.

You take off your shirt, to look at the stain and are surprised by another wave of musk. You hadn’t thought that such aroma would build up under your shirt after only such a short time, but that is no surprise when you look at the sheer mass of body hair you are proud to call your own. Not to forget the dense thick beard and the gelled cowlick you possess. 

You pack your shirt into the washing machine and look down at your body. You grimace as you notice that the oil had gone through the textile and matted your furry chest, so you decide to take a shower. On your way to the bathroom though, you have to duck through the doorway, otherwise your 6′5″ height would make it hard to pass through.

You finally look at the bathtub, that sided as a shower and think about taking a bath, but then you remember that you just don’t fit. Of course you are too tall to fit into your tub, but the main problem is that you’re too wide. Your shoulders are so broad, that you just can’t sink right into the water and that also makes it impossible for you to dip in your heavy furry pecs. The mounds of mass would hardly touch the water, though your hairy sixpack would get wet. For a second you honestly think about just washing the t-shirt on your abs, but decide it would be too weird.

After the shower yo grab your phone and search for the number of that one guy you had a few dates (mainly fuck dates)  with. He was working at a travel agency and currently looking for new attractions. He picks up and you intone with your sexy deep baritone: “I think the wrestling matches are good attractions. Wanna see what they do there?” And of course the little guy gave in.

Hi! I've always dreamt of visiting a nudist beach (my country is too uptight with these matters unfortunately). Could you please book me a trip to a country with one? Maybe Greece, France or even Australia?

Judging from the way you pronounced it, it sounded like you wanted to go to France the most. I think I will send you to the Côte d’Azur, just imagine diving into the heavenly blue water and swimming into the Mediterranean Sea and enjoying the white beaches. If I may give you a secret tip, there is a beautiful hidden bay near your accommodation. You should check it out. 

Just like the guy at the travel agency had old you, you visit the cove soon after your arrival. You are a little bit disappointed when you reach the supposedly secret beach and see that there are tons of people lieing in the sand.The beach is partially overshadowed by a couple of trees, that add to the heavenly scenery. 

You lay in the shadow and look at the other people there. Despite the cove being hidden and kind of hard to reach, you notice that there is a little booth offering soft drinks and ice cream. There are some couples here, but also groups of friends and even a few singles like you. You watch them passing by,

First a guy in a tiny speedo walks past you. He proudly parades around his toned, tanned body and throws seductive smirks at the women laying around. He is quite handsome, but you know full well, that you are even more handsome. Though handsome doesn’t meet your looks. You are somewhere between rough manliness and downright beauty, a lantern jaw and sparkling caramel brown eyes are only a few things I will mention at this point. 

He high fives another guy passing by. This new dude sported a similar look, but was taller than the first one. From the looks of it he must be about 6′3, since he stood about half a foot above the first pretty boy. As you stretch on your too short, oversized beach towel you think that he would look quite small next to you. After all you topped his height by another 6 inches.

You stand up, revealing you full 6′9″ height and make you way towards the water. You look over to the two buddies and notice a third guy has stepped to the duo. He is about the height of the first one and just like you and them he wears a speedo. The main difference to the first two is that the new dude is more beefy than the others. Though he almost looks like a toothpick compared to you. I mean just look at those juicy pecs and well defined abs.

You feel the warm water at your adonis belt and enjoy the sun. Just out of curiosity you turn around and notice that a fourth guy has completed the group. Unlike the others he is neither exceptionally tall or built or pretty. Admittedly he is more on the nerdy side, but a look at his swimming trunks makes it clear why he has the respect of the rest. You grin widely as you notice the obvious bulge he owns. “He has nothing on me.”, you think and scratch the monstrous tool you’re hiding underwater.

You climb out of the water, bathing in the glow of everyone’s stares as the look at your swinging pendulum cock. You walk past the group of uneven friends and talk to the two smoking hot bikini babes and pick them up with a simple wink and gesture at your mammoth cock. With a hot girl on each arm and every beach goers eyes glued on either your delicious back or breathtaking front you make your way behind the hut.

Admittedly it’s no nude beach officially, but I think no one will complain if you’re nude.