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  1. “This really isn’t what I meant when I wished for jock sex” *You’re jostled around as the man wearing you grinds against his boyfriend* “I’d have liked to have been one of the guys” “Or you know have some basic senses” “I’m just getting this loose idea of what’s happening” “I could be in a washing machine for all I know” *Then you realise without a mouth you can’t make another wish* “Shit…. I’m stuck like this aren’t I” *From his invisible perch the Djinn watched the hung jocks grind and kiss with a smirk on his lips* “Yea, keep smiling you cunt” “I know it was you who sold me out to the exam board months back” “But you don’t know that I know” “So keep smiling, keep enjoying our holiday” “Keep resting your beautiful ass on Kent’s amazing shoulders” “Keep flicking your hair in the breeze” “Because come tonight your body, life and near perfect test scores are mine” “Oh, look who’s waking up” *You stare up at your baby brothers face on a hugely muscled body* “Yea…. So guess who opened your mail” *His arm twitches and he smirks a little* “Now don’t be angry” “I’ll pay you back for the potion” *You go to sit up, he pushes you back down* “Now, I’m thinking you getting to watch me workout is $100” “Listening to me fuck babes through your bedroom wall is $200” “So if my math is correct….” *He stops to mentally workout the relatively easy math* “It will take three months of lifting and fucking to pay you back” *He smiles widely* “Should we get started, those cheerleaders you tutor just arrived”
  2. At the start of the day Glenn was looking forward to gym, especially the locker room. He couldn’t wait to show off his new built body, then he found out that he was still considered ugly. But as he changed for gym he stood facing the jocks, his long thick cock on full display. Eugene was next to Glenn, with his back to the jock, his board toned back hunched to shield is ripped abs and heavy pecs from view. The jocks were strutting around like peacocks, their flabby guts and pigeon chests intimidating the hulking nerds. Glenn tried something as one of the jocks passed he sneered and flexed his chest, and for a split second he saw doubt in the jocks eyes, like something from the old world was seeking through, like he could remember that the big guys should be in charge. Glenn pondered the implications of this as he pulled on his gym kit, maybe he wouldn’t need to make any drastic changes, maybe he just needed to make a couple small changes and things would right themselves. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene pulled his kit on, it was the only clothes he owned that hung loose over his overly built body. It was still tight around his arms and abundant pec shelf. The schools logo strained over his chest, the hem of the shirt swayed a couple inches away from his abs. Last gym class Kevin made a joke that he could camp under Eugene’s pec tent, another jock added that the rest of the football team could probably camp under the tent Eugene’s fat monster cock caused. He palmed his bulge, trying to make it a little less noticeable. Even with his junk safely strapped behind an industrial strength jock strap it was still obvious that Eugene was packing something truly monstrous. He followed Glenn out of the locker room and into the gym. Coach a sweaty 5 foot nothing blob of a man bounced a basketball in his hand. He kept dropping it though, his hands too small for the ball. The class lined up, the jocks at the front, the nerds at the back. This time no nerd was careless enough to line up at the front, it was always the same jokes about the weather, every time the same jokes about the weather. “Boys” Coach bellowed, his voice sounding like nails on a blackboard “Today we play basketball” He tossed the ball to Kevin, who smirked after almost dropping the ball. “You know the drill boys, shirts and skins” Coach shouted “We’re playing HUNK boys, one letter for each basket” Eugene followed the nerds to their end of the court, the jocks cheered and tossed their shirts to the side line. This was how most classes started every week, a little competition, Coach liked to torture the nerds and inflate the jocks egos. Most of the class would have to sit and watch, Eugene spotted Leon on the side line, sitting with Oscar. Oscar was like Leon the odd mix of nerd and jock, he was very tall, but very skinny, not a bit of muscle on him. Eugene thought he was cute, but he was in with the popular girls, he was the gay best friend, which made him untouchable for a nerd like Eugene even if they were the only ‘out’ boys in high school. Plus Oscar’s horrible dyed blond hair was a massive turn off. Eugene checked his team, all big, hulking nerds, they were fucked. Glenn was not where to be seen, he had always been right next to Eugene when these things happened, where was he. Coach’s whistle went and the jocks took over straight away. The ball passed between jock to jock, but every shot at the basket they made was effortlessly batted away by Henry the 6ft10 Asian nerd who’d taken control of defending the basket. Henry though made a mistake he caught the ball and tossed it at the jock’s basket, from the far end of the court the ball fell through the netting. “H” Coach shouted “But Henry take 10 laps, you know I don’t have that shit on my court, if you want to play you play fair, no height advantages” It was the same every gym class, no height advantages, no weight advantages, no muscle advantages. Coach had even made Jimmy run laps after his fat bulge had blocked a jock’s view when Jimmy pinned him in a wrestling match. The game started again with Eugene finding himself near the jocks basket, two jocks on their guard, they jumped around him, their flabby bellies bouncing like the basketball as it was dribbled down the court. “Eugene” Jimmy called as he tossed the ball away from the fray of jocks around him Eugene caught the ball with one hand, his fingers wrapped nearly around it. With a light flick of the wrist he sent the ball through the basket. “U” Coach shouted, he huffed, he couldn’t get Eugene on anything this time Eugene moved to the nerd’s basket, taking up the defence with the returned Henry, they were the tallest players on the court. He pulled at his shirt just to make sure the fabric hung low around his waist, he then pulled at his shorts, they rode up a little when he walked. He caught sight of Glenn standing at the edge of the non-playing students, his phone in his big hands, it was comical, why did they make phones so small when the all the tech heads had massive mitts for hands. Glenn saw Eugene and gave him a wink. “HEY” Coach screamed “What are you doing with your phone, get to running laps” Eugene sniggered as Glenn started his laps, he pulled at his shirt again, trying to get the hem a little lower. His hand grazed over the hem and then onto his deeply cut abs. He stopped, hadn’t his shirt covered him completely, he eyed the other nerds, their shirts were the same, unbelievably tight, with the hem just under their pecs, with sleeves bunched up around their shoulders. His mind went cloudy for a moment, then everything became clear. It had been a school rule for years, you could only wear Medium sized gym kit. “Eugene” Henry asked “You’re shorts are bunching up” Eugene blushed and he quickly sorted his shorts out, the legs were riding up and turning the shorts into briefs. His overgrown cock and muscle ass didn’t help. He thanked Henry, not noticing the tall Asian had been staring at Eugene’s ass the entire time. ——————————————————————————————————— Glenn typed up new changes as he ran his laps, he cursed his new long, thick fingers. He was having to rewrite every other word. The sudden tightness of his kit over his ass and chest told him the last change had worked. He had to admit the basketball match was a sight to behold, some of the biggest beefiest muscle Glenn had seen running around in skin tight tops and bulge hugging shorts, if he was gay he’d be living the dream. “N” Coach called as one nerd got another basket Glenn hurried his typing, it wouldn’t take long for the nerds to get the last letter, the jocks hadn’t even got one, they were playing horribly. Glenn sniggered, that was thanks to him, one quick change and the jocks couldn’t touch the ball without dropping it. He entered the changes and watched as Eugene sniffed the air, the urge to beat the jocks rising inside him already, this was the first step to righting Glenn’s mess, but it also pushed Eugene closer towards being the confident dominate stud his body demanded he be. Eugene palmed the ball as one jock tried to get it into the basket, he started dribbling it down the court, slipping between the jocks and his fellow nerds. His thick legs bent slightly and he sprang from the ground, the ball fell through the basket and Eugene swung for a second from the basket, his muscles flaring. He thudded onto the floor as Coach muttered K. Glenn stopped and watched the eyes of the entire class run over Eugene’s pumped torso, with one deep breath the shirt tore and burst. The pump was all Glenn’s doing, but the hulking out of his shirt was all natures fault. He grinned, Kevin’s cocky face was marked with confusion, no doubt, he was questioning why he was the alpha male when Eugene was such a beast. That was just what Glenn wanted, a seed of doubt. ——————————————————————————————————— After gym Glenn didn’t shower, he needed to head home quickly to prepare for the next lot of changes. Maybe he could find the old world saved on his home computer, he might not need to do any planning. He was about to take the side steps out of the gym when Jimmy came thundering down them. He was sweaty and just in his underwear, his tanned skin flushed and his muscles pumped. “What’s wrong man” Glenn asked, he was taller then Jimmy, but not as well cut “Kevin” Jimmy muttered “He said he had my clothes, got me to chase him, then started on me for doing so” “And he doesn’t have your clothes” Glenn added “His favourite joke” Glenn could hear Kevin’s slight footfalls getting closer. “Get behind me” Glenn ordered Jimmy quickly did as told, his big hands though trying to cover his modesty. Good luck, Glenn thought, that thing should be hanging in a deli. Kevin appeared at the top of the stairs, he was dressed in designer gear, all baggy on his skinny frame. He stepped down three of the stairs and came face to face with Glenn. Kevin went to speak, but Glenn laughed “You’re so fucking short” “What” Kevin spluttered “You heard me, you’re short” Glenn took a step up the stairs Kevin’s head level with Glenn’s chin. “And so fucking boney” Glenn took another step Kevin looked up at Glenn, there was still a couple steps between them. His eyes looked past Glenn’s lantern jaw, past his thick neck and right into the vast fabric plain that covered his pumped chest. Glenn bounced his pecs watching that seed of doubt grow a little bigger. He knew what Kevin was thinking, first Eugene and now Glenn, how could there be two nerds so superior to mega jock Kevin. Kevin turned and left without a word. “Come on man, lets get you dressed” Glenn led Jimmy back through the door and into the locker room “I’ll stand guard for you” The locker room was steamy from the showers and musky from the deep rich smell of a dozen hulking nerds and their sweaty muscles. But Glenn and Jimmy stopped at the door, there was moaning and the sound of wet flesh slapping together. Glenn with Jimmy close behind peeked into the showers. All they saw was Eugene’s toned back and his powerful ass thrusting. His black hair was plastered to his head and a pair of long skinny legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Just behind Eugene’s thick shoulders Glenn could see a very tall, very skinny guy, with a cute face, but terrible dyed blond hair. “Oscar” Glenn whisper in awe, with one small push from the Chronivac Eugene had gone from blushing virgin into a full blown fuck machine “Shit” Jimmy muttered “Never thought I’ll see a cock bigger then mine” Glenn sniggered, Eugene was making long strokes, fucking poor Oscar with every inch of his swollen monster. His furry bull nuts bouncing between his well muscled thighs. The two nerds were both straight but they couldn’t help but admire Eugene’s talent. “About time someone shut Oscar up” Jimmy chuckled Glenn smirked, he might not need to make any changes now, Eugene was doing all the work for him, Oscar was a terrible gossip and by tomorrow everyone will know that bigger is better. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene returned home with a smile on his face, it felt good to lose his virginity, it hadn’t happened how he’d wanted it to happen. But when Oscar started bitching about how stupid Eugene had looked when he popped out of his shirt this feeling, this energy rose up inside Eugene. He kissed Oscar and then tore the skinny boys clothes off. He made sure Oscar regretted mocking Eugene, he made sure that Oscar wouldn’t walk right for a week. He almost tore the front door from its hinges when he pushed it open, it crashed against the wall and a picture popped off its nail and fell to the floor. He’d never lose control of his strength before, but this energy felt incredible. He felt, no he knew he could do anything. “Hey horse cock” Matt his brother greeted him with a smirk “Fuck off hamster dick” Eugene roared Matt blushed, the force of Eugene’s tone knocking him down a peg. It was weird, hamster dick was a thing of pride. Matt had always boasted about his little cock, but now it was something bad, having a big fat cock, like the one that Eugene had was the thing of pride now. Eugene thudded into the kitchen, and banged into a man, a much taller, much broader man. Which for someone of Eugene’s size meant that dad was home.
  3. Anonymous Asked: Your stories are awesome! My girlfriend always tells me that I am unable to satisfy her sexual needs because of my small stature and tiny dick. Please help me making he happy. And maybe our sexy neighbor too. You’ll never have any complaints from anyone you fuck every again. Nothing on you is small, if anything you’re almost too big. Size queens are your best friend now, your double digit monster has seen to that. The bed shaking, wall pounding, toe curling fucks you dish out to your girl and any other girl you can get ahold of are legendary. No one is unsatisfied, if anything they are satisfied into delirium. Your neighbor originally came to complain about the noise, then found herself giving into your charms and letting you fuck her senseless on the hallway floor. You’re dominating too, your girl didn’t even complain when you moved in your other fuck toys, thats just how constant your authority is. It comes with the territory of being a door ducking muscle man with a horse sized cock and bull sized sexual appetite. Anonymous Asked: I thought of my dream wish for if i ever found a genie in a lamp "I wish EVERYONE was more muscular than me" i think that would be a fun world to live in. Well….. it all matters how the wish is made. Because if you are a runt, then everyone is already bigger than you. But I’m going to assume that you are a slightly above average build, say you go jogging, you eat healthy and you go to the gym 4 times a week. You’ll be watching something on tv when it happens, like a swimming champion. You wouldn’t notice it at first, not like you’re paying that much attention to the crowd. It’ll be the speedo clad swimmers who you’d notice. They already have near perfect bodies and then they’d start to suddenly swell up, chests broadening, arms thickening, thighs widening. I’m sure you’ll be very interested in the swimming after that, though you’d probably not notice the sudden drop in their times, I mean swimmers, runners and other athletes suddenly being at least 30 lbs heavier would really effect their times. World records would drop….. You’d probably not notice that your clothes are now all considered Extra Small size…… I can’t image how big the XXL guys are.
  4. It was the fifth time today that Kyle was on his back with his boyfriends Freddy bouncing up and down his goliath slab of dick meat. Kyle’s thickly built arm rested behind his head as he smiled with satisfaction. Freddy’s small slender hands running through the manly pelt of chest hair that decorated Kyle’s slab like pecs. Kyle was a very large man in every way possible. His wide feet hung off the end of the metal frame king sized bed and the mattress slumped under Kyle’s muscled bulk. Freddy was another story, he was small, barely breaking 5’7 and lightly muscled with lean but durable muscle, his black hair was matted from the sweat of riding Kyle’s meat all day and his pale skin flushed from the effort. He was just how Kyle liked him, just as Kyle designed him. A few days ago the couple had been different, they both been average gay guys, both living in a shitty apartment and not the lavish property they lived in now. Everything had changed when Kyle got ahold of the Chronivac, not that Freddy knew that anything was different. For Freddy he’d always been short cock hungry power bottom, he’d always loved riding massive thick dicks and slamming his plump bubble down meaty sclongs. Kyle was a top, a complete top, but until the Chronivac he’d had to be a versatile as he didn’t fit the mould for a top at all. His cock had been small, not the ass destroying 11 inch monster he know had pillaging his boyfriends meaty glutes. Freddy had been happy being versatile, but Kyle was a selfish lover. He hated having to let his boyfriends fuck his ass, so when he got ahold of the Chronivac he corrected their relationship. Now he was the complete power top, the dominator, and Freddy was the bottom, the cute little cum slut. Kyle’s big hands swung out and slammed Freddy down his cock one more time, his deep voice roaring as his bull nuts emptied another virile load into Freddy’s guts. The smaller guys tiny cock shot a sliver of cum onto Kyle’s hairy six pack abs. The boyfriends wallowed in the after glow of their sex for a few moments. Freddy near to exhaustion as Kyle’s softening cock popped out his abused ass. But the rest didn’t last long. “Get me a beer will you babe” Kyle ordered, giving Freddy’s ass a slap as he pushed his little boyfriends out of bed Freddy didn't respond, he just rubbed the red handprint on his ass and bounced out of the room. Kyle smirked and lay back in bed, bouncing his pecs and smiling up at the reflection in the mirrored ceiling. While cleaning it would be a bitch, he still thought the mirror ceiling was a good idea, not that he did any cleaning. Maybe he should create a cleaner to save Freddy some chores, a cute little hispanic boy, another willing ass to fuck. Kyle liked that idea, his heavy feet stomping as he got out of bed to get the Chronivac, he knew he’d left it out in the living room. He’d made Freddy super horny so he’d be happy to let Kyle fuck him before the orgy of sex between the two started, so it must still be opened and logged in. The floor boards creaked as Kyle walked across the room, he’d remove that creaking with the Chronivac, another thing added to the list. As he came to the door, already hunching his bowling ball shoulders so he could fit through it he saw little Freddy. Freddy had put on some underwear, his ass filling out the black boxers. He was on the sofa, barely taking up any space. He was busy typing on Kyle’s laptop, the screen open onto the Chronivac. The heavy click of the enter key echoed around Kyle as his power bottom boyfriends changed reality. A wave of exhaustion washed over Kyle, his legs went slack and he fell against the side of the open doorway. Vertigo swept over him, the ceiling rushing away from him as his towering 6’8 height plunged towards the 5’4 mark. His muscled evaporated, skinny legs and arms and a boney torso replaced the sculptured muscle. Kyle rich body hair fell away, falling into dust as his dropped off his body. The sharp strong plains of his face cracked into a weaker, boyish form. Kyle took a few uneasy steps on his tiny feet, the heavy loud slapping of his immense cock rang out. Kyle’s eyes fell down to his crotch. Hanging between his skinny thighs was a monster, even though he was smaller he could tell it bigger. The length was surreal, the thickness jaw breaking, the head looked like it would knock down a set of castle doors. Kyle’s cum laden nuts forced the soft meat to swing outwards, his balls bloated beyond human, like two furry oranges. A thick rope of pre-cum hung off his piss slit, almost dragging along the floor. Kyle’s felt weak and used. His flat boney ass, his pelvis and his legs were all sore, like he been ridden by an elephant. Kyle’d heard a deep chuckle and looked up from his beastly cock to where little Freddy had been playing with the Chronivac. Freddy was still laying on the sofa, still typing away on the Chronivac, but he wasn’t little anymore. He filled the entire sofa, his entire body thickly muscled with bulk and size. The black boxers now fighting a losing battle against solid muscled thighs and a bubble butt bloated bigger with muscle. Kyle’s massive cock twitched as he stared at the two globes of Freddy’s ass. His eyes moved up Freddy’s enhanced form. His boyfriends torso was wider, a thick chest rested against the sofa cushions and meaty arms flexed as he tapped away on the laptop. Freddy looked amazing, his skin lightly tanned and his pitch black hair tousled. He didn’t looked like he’s just fucked five times. Kyle thought knew he looked like his massive power bottoms boyfriends has drained him of as much cum as possible. Freddy closed the laptop and moved off the sofa. He was taller, Kyle’s eyes now coming to the top row of Freddy’s six pack. Freddy smiled down at Kyle, but there was an evil glint in his eye and Freddy without a word snapped the screen off the laptop. “No” Kyle shouted, he jumped to stop Freddy, but he was so weak and his cock so heavy he barely lifted off the ground Freddy tossed the two parts of the laptop to either sides of the room. “Don’t know why you are complaining, you wanted a bottom power and I want a top” Freddy explained, but Kyle noticed Freddy left out the word ‘power’ to describe Kyle He continued “So now you can lay back and let me milk that horse cock for all its worth” Freddy smiled “Which should be maybe a dozen more times” Kyle could feel himself getting weaker as all the blood rushed to his donkey dick, the thought of slamming his meat between the thick cheeks of Freddy’s ass getting him hard. Freddy passed Kyle dropping his black boxers to his feet and slapping Kyle’s boney ass. “Come on cum machine I want to ride you a few more time before you have to go to work” Freddy said “Maybe a good eight times.. I should be satisfied after that, till you come home of course" Kyle then had the horrible realisation, Freddy still thought it that Kyle’s opinion on how their relationship should be was correct. Kyle was the breadwinner and the man in the relationship, and Freddy would stay at home and ride Kyle’s cock as his only job. But now Freddy was the big strong man and Kyle’s was literally an extension of his immense cock and balls. Freddy was also still super horny and cock hungry. “What the fuck you waiting for runt” Freddy shouted, he was already on the bed and waiting for Kyle’s cock Kyle gulped, he didn’t think he’d survive a single night as the living dildo for the super bottom Freddy.
  5. ABSQRST

    Black Hunk Darren

    Pete was a student, he was doing sociology and was currently doing a paper on how various people are treated on dating apps. He’d set up a bunch of different profiles, using donated images from other male friends and students. The profiles for each were identical, very normal and very plain. Each profile was named the same, Darren, and each profile spoke of a love for movies, football and cooking. Some were already successful, some had already been offered meet-ups. One in particular was doing very well, but for Pete did not remember setting the profile up. It was called Darren, it was registered as gay, whereas all the other profiles were straight. The profile picture didn’t look like any of Pete’s classmates or friends. The profile picture showed a large black man. A very well built and good looking black man. It was a selfie pic like all the other donated pics, but unlike the others who were all fully clothes the black man was shirtless and wrapped in a towel. The race of the picture wasn’t odd, Pete had made sure to include a wide variety of profiles. This black hunk was one of four other black guys in the experiment. The reaction to the profile was the same as the other pictures who anyone would class as ‘goodlooking’, and it was actually probably going beyond the normal reaction the ‘goodlooking’ profiles was getting. At least twice as many people were contacting ‘Black hunk Darren’ as any one else, and the messages were extremely explicit. People were very quick to ask this Darren for sex or sexy pictures. Pete was shocked at how he’d seemed to be happy to play along, he didn’t remember any of it. The messages Darren had sent were just as explicit and super dominating, treating every guy who messaged him as nothing better than a ‘pathetic runt’. Pete was worried about how this would effect the essay, but before he could contact his professor to ask about the issue he noticed his hands were black. Not brown, or tanned, but richly black, nothing like the pasty cream he’d skin was. They were like the hands in the ‘black hunk Darren’ profile pic. Pete freaked, jumping away from his laptop. His legs which were suddenly filling out his shorts much more then before sent his note book and papers flying. Pete was thankful he was in his dorm and not in the library as he freaked out. The thighs beneath his shorts were super thick with muscled and the same dark tone as his hands. He moved to the bathroom to find a mirror. His nose had changed as well, it was black and looked a lot like Darren’s. He was playing with his nose with his newly black hands when the seat of his shorts tore. His ass was inflating, two rounded black muscled cheeks bursting out of his shorts and underwear. The shorts now in tatters fell to the floor. His lowers legs and feet were black now as well. Pete’s feet tearing apart his socks, his toes popping out between the straining threads of cotton. Pete didn’t react to his lower body changing, he was too occupied and worried as his entire face cracked into Darren’s. The well kept facial hair in the profile pic spread over Pete’s strengthened jaw. Pete’s light brown hair pulling into his scalp. The sleeves of his shirt burst. The change to his hands had spread up to his shoulders, he arms were longer and covered in dark muscle. His stomach crunched as abs popped into existence. Pete was taller, his head inching closer to the ceiling with ever second. His chest exploded outwards, two massive slabs of pitch black muscle bounced forward. Pete was Darren, or more accurately Darren had replaced Pete. The worries about his essay were gone and the only thing Darren cared about was fucking ass and getting money for it. Cash Master Darren didn’t even know he was or had been a sociology student. Darren bent down and picked his phone up from the torn remains of his shorts. He bounced a pec for himself in the mirror before dropping the towel. The thick head of Darren’s log like cock was losing the final cream tone of skin as Darren snapped a nude selfie. Darren nodded at the hot pic of him flexing with his soft cock draped over the edge of the sink. His meaty fingers deleting all the picture of some pasty white dude that had appeared throughout his phone. Darren thudded on his wide feet into Pete’s dorm room. For some reason he didn’t have a single weight in the room, and why were there books on the shelves and not sport trophies from his glory years in high school. Darren ignored the scattered essay papers and with a confused grunt he logged off the dozen different dating profiles till only his one remained. He clipped his phone in and loaded the nude pic up, sending it to every single one of his contacts. “There you go you sluts” Darren laughed deeply, scratching as his bull nuts “Fuck.. I need to find a throat to fuck” Darren then saw his profile, it was super tame. Nothing about Darren’s love of fucking ass relentlessly till beds break, or how he loved dominating guys till they were quivering cum dumps. “Gotta change that” Darren muttered But he was stopped, the first replies about his massive black cock were coming in, and they all wanted to meet Darren, or ‘BlackDomBeast’ as his profile was named. “Damn, gonna have to set up some surge pricing for all the sluts on campus” Darren laughed as he started to book his first meet up, and the second, and the third and the fourth.
  6. “I knew you wouldn’t wear anything” Craig your buddy complained He and your other buddies were all dressed up in various superhero costumes. Craig having crammed his hefty girth into a Superman costume. You though wore normal clothes. Jeans, shirt and a cap. Your buddies were all very ready for this convention, you weren’t, it wasn’t really your thing. You’d have rather gone to the gaming expo last month, but it wouldn’t have been all that fun without your friends. So you’d submitted and brought a ticket for the comic book convention. “You know this isn’t my thing” You shrugged Craig tossed you a grey shirt as you passed through the door and entered the convention. “Good thing I brought a backup incase you didn’t do anything, go put that on” He ordered It was a simple grey shirt with a black bat emblem on it, a Batman shirt. You grunted in annoyance and left your friends. They had already faded into the crowds, with awe on their faces at the sight of the booths and stalls. You moved into the restrooms, you quickly ducked into one of the stalls. The toilets seat was down and you gingerly placed your cap and headphones onto it, your music still blaring out of them. You pulled your shirt off, unlike most of your friends you didn’t have much meat on your bones. But you were by no way athletic, just skin and bone. You gave the Batman shirt another quick look before pulling it on. The tag on the collar was of a make you didn’t recognise, there wasn’t even a DC logo on it. Just some plain logo of some mega corporation, FLD. The shirt was smooth to the touch and actually sat on you pretty well, even if it was a few sizes too big. The neck hole showed off your slim neck and the beginning of your boney chest. The short sleeves hung around your elbows even though they should be ending nearer to your shoulders. You pulled it down, its hem hovered somewhere just below your crotch. All in all it wasn’t a bad shirt, you’d actually keep it if Craig doesn’t mind you having it. You picked up your cap and headphones, and went to leave the stall, your old shirt in hand. But you stop, your heart suddenly racing. The shirt isn’t smooth and soft anymore, it is itchy, painfully itchy. As you try to remove the shirt you arms seize up, the sleeves of the shirt tightening. Your chest feels compressed as the shirt appears to shrink. You look down, your neck muscles fighting against your movements. The shirt isn’t shrinking, you’re growing. Your arms are throbbing, each heart beat meeting with each throb of your arm muscles. Each time your arms slowly grow, the sleeves of the shirt tight. Your chest isn’t being compressed, it is inflating, straining against the shirt. Pulling the batman symbol taunt over your pumped up pec shelf. The beat from your music matches that of your heart, your muscles matching it too. But as the music slows your muscles don’t. Your body is going beyond the size of the shirt, but your legs have already gone far beyond the size that your jeans can handle. They looked painted on, your ass hanging out like a shelf, your thighs pressing together. The itching subsides and your heart slows, you take a few deep breaths. Your pecs inflating and deflating, straining the shirt. The thick chords of muscle in your shoulders and arms are crammed in the stall, pressed up against the walls of it. You pull the door open, dropping your old shirt. Stepping on it with shoes that look full and at places beginning to split, like your feet are too big. You stand open mouthed in shock as you see yourself in the mirror. You’re immense, pure muscle having been poured into a shirt and jeans. As you go to get your phone out of a too tight back pocket your pecs bounce involuntary. You can feel the weight of them as they bounce. Both of your meaty nipples harden and you take the phone up and snap a few photos. A cocky smirk spreads over your strengthened jaw. You turn and leave the restroom, off to find your friends and thank Craig for the shirt.
  7. “I’m on my way” *Your buddy replies to your text with a picture of his huge muscled arm wrapped around a girl way out of his league* “Fuck dude, that music did a real number on you” “I’ve gotta be like a good foot taller” “Heads nearly hitting the ceiling of the train” “I’ll be like 10 mins, don’t claim every girl before I get their man” *You continue to liken to the music, its melody refining your body* “Oh, good idea getting bigger shoes, my feet would of burst out of my old size 11s ages ago” “Though ain’t there meant to be mental changes” *Your buddy reads the messages but doesn’t reply to them* “Like confidence, I’m the size of a house but I’m still so fucking timid” “Should of worn a sleeveless shirt, but I don’t have the heart too” “I’m even covering my crotch…. and I really shouldn’t” “It’s like I’ve stuffed a fucking melon in there… well an apple and some large oranges Lol” *You grin at your own text and slowly move your coat away from your crotch, giving the entire train a good view* “Scratch that, the mental stuff just kicked in :P” “You should probably stop drinking those” *Your buddy takes another slurp from the glass* “They said you could only have one, because you could only afford one” “I don’t think they thought anyone would spend their college fund on five” *He slurps again, his shorts straining against his thighs and ass* “Your getting too big, no ones gonna recognise…..” *Suddenly your mute as his shorts burst into pieces and he’s nude on the very public beach* “Wait here” *He’s blushing and trying to hide his inflated cock while still drinking from the glass and only getting larger* “I’ll get you some new shorts…. and I’ll get myself one of those drinks”
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    Bottle Blond

    Harry and Zeke weren’t anything special, both spotty DnD nerds. Both were short, Harry only just breaking into average height. Both were skinny, but Zeke had a quite visible gut. It wouldn’t be odd to think they were related, both sharing a similar coloring, both with pale greasy skin, dark muddy eyes and oil slick black hair. They were best friends and were inseparable, so when Zeke decided to dye his hair blonde, Harry decided to do the same. They went together to get the dye, both young men having a grocery list of allergies. The local store didn’t have anything they could use without suffering itchy scalds or blisters. So they went the new super store just outside of town, it was eerily empty. Only a few staff populated the spacious store, all of them tall well built men. The greeter was too busy focusing on his swollen bicep as he waved at the front entrance to actually greet the two friends. They found the dye easy enough, there was rows and rows of the stuff, every colour under the sun. Red, with some kilt wearing muscled hunk on the box. Black, with an olive skinned gardener with a shovel thrown over his meaty shoulders on the box. Zeke was busy looking at a light blue dye with some muscle bound asian anime boy on the box when Harry found the blonde. “No blue, we decided on blonde” Harry said waving the surfer dude clad box at Zeke His friend sighed and they left to pay. The cashier was a hulking red head, staring down at his heaving chest the entire time the two friends were paying for the dye. He gave a dull and dumb ‘cya’ when they left, his eyes focused on his bouncing pecs. Neither of them mentioned how odd and empty the super store was they drove home, Zeke at the wheel and Harry reading the surprisingly simple instructions. When got back to the small apartment the two men shared Harry was quick to get what they needed, mostly just towels. It didn’t take long for them to get the dye in their hair. They’d expected to have to bleach their black hair a couple times to lighten it enough for the dye to take, but they didn’t. It was one time wash and it claimed it would make them sun kissed blondes. Zeke noticed the throbbing first, his scalp starting to feel like it was swelling. By the time Harry started to feel the throbbing Zeke had his head under running water in the bathroom. Zeke’s hair was now a golden blond, and the skin running down his neck was darkening with a light tan. Harry was busy scratching at his own skin, from his neck and now down his back a deep itch and throbbing was spreading. The friends were experiencing the same thing, skin tanning and flesh throbbing. Soon their entire bodies felt itch and uncomfortable, as it their clothes weren’t fitting correctly. Zeke when he lifted his head out from the sink nearly screamed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was blonde, as expected, but he was huge. He was thick and muscled, his gut was gone and his shirt was pulled tight over rows of abdominals. Zeke’s shoulders and arms were straining the seams of the shirt and he was far taller than he’d been before. His face had completely changed, his weak jaw was squared off and effortlessly masculine. Zeke struggled to walk out of the bathroom, his jeans strangling his nearly tree trunk thick thighs. Harry had suffered a similar change, he was blond now too, and like Zeke was just as thickly built. His clothes skin tight and threatening to burst, Zeke while still shocked was happy to find he was now taller than Harry. “I guess… something was off with this dye” Zeke asked, his voice deeper Harry was holding the dye box, both friends realizing they looked a lot like the blonde surfer dude on the box. Not identical, but a variation of the guy. The idea that these guys could be related still held true, they continued to share the same coloring. Now just tanned, blonde and blue eyed. “So… what do we do” Zeke asked, Harry still reading the dye both “Well, it says 6months of use, use same brand dye removal for quick return to previous form and colour” Harry recited from the box “Form… and colour” Zeke mused “So they knew it would do this” he gestured to his pecs which threatened to pop the collar button of his shirt “Yea I think they knew, I bet this…” Harry waved the box “Is why all the guys at that store was super hot” “Maybe everything at that store did stuff….” Zeke wondered “Maybe we should go back” Harry checked the clock, it was getting late “No it would be closed now… how about we hit a club” Harry was already taking off his shirt, his wide pecs and solid abs coming into view. He was looking for something more club worth that fit him. Zeke smiled, liking the idea, and doing the same. The night the two friends had was one for the ages. They couldn’t really remember it, but the social media photos showed the two blonde studs having a good night. Neither woke up in their own bed, and neither returned home for days, fucking their way through every one who’d take them, and a lot of people were willing to take the hunky blondes. It was nearly a month before either of them decided to go back to the super store to stock up on years worth of the dye, and even get some different colour to try out.
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    Welcome to America

    A deep metallic clanging echoed throughout the dark compartment, someone was banging on the door. “Time to wake up Eric” a voice called “It’s Enrique” He called back in a voice that was unfamiliar The clanging stopped and light filled the compartment. Enrique was inside a shipping crate, the heavy metal door slowly opened and natural light shone in. Enrique was an expert in computer engineering and some big software company wanted him at their HQ in the US, but Enrique was from Central America. Which for the current administration was on its way to becoming a big no no. So this company paid a group of very smart men with very low morals to bring Enrique to the US in the most permanent way possible. As Enrique stepped out into the light he saw what that permanent way was. His dark skin was lighter, whiter. He felt taller, when he stepped into the crate he wasn’t anyway near as close to banging his head on the top of the doorway as he was now. “I’m white” Enrique exclaimed in that unfamiliar voice “You’re American” the voice from earlier corrected It came from a friendly looking man who was obviously wearing a gun under his jacket. The man was searching through a pile of clothes. “You took to the change much more then we thought you would” the man said “Though our employers will love you, a brain and some brawn, they might be able to put together a company football team now” Enrique looked down, he had pecs, and abs and he was hairy. He’d been hairy before, but now it looked good. Curving between the ridges of his new pecs and abs. He ran a hand through it. It was soft and a little sweaty. “I don’t remember anything” He said, still feeling up his abs Enrique remembered getting into the crate and having it closed on him, but the next thing he knew was the man banging on the crate to wake him up. “The change puts you into a coma so it is easier to change you” the man explained vaguely “Easier on you mentally, plus it means you don’t have to sit through a couple weeks of travel” Enrique stepped out of the crate, he felt like a new born learning to walk. He was so much larger now, his legs reaching much further than before. His hand was still on his abs, but it was moving down towards the small brown briefs he’d been given to wear before being loaded into the crate. The man turned back from the pile of clothes with a shirt and jeans in hand. “Christ” the man said looking down at Enrique’s bulge “I swear every time a guy changes the cocks are getting bigger and bigger” Enrique knew he had a goofy grin on his face. The man laughed “Don’t worry about it, you’re an all American corn fed farm boy now, you’ve gotta have a cock like a horse on ya, or no one would believe it” he winked He tossed the clothes to Enrique, who started to get dressed. The clothes didn’t fit, they were tight around his crotch and his shirt barely buttoned up. “We’ll get you some new clothes tomorrow after we get you set up at your new apartment” the man explained He’d locked up the crate and was tidying up the pile of clothes. With one hand he guided Enrique towards a car, Enrique far taller than the man. “Now Eric” the man said “This is your new car, its from the company as a welcome, I’ll drive you today, and we’ll get you a license tomorrow” Enrique nodded “Ok, and its Enrique” The man shook his head “No, its Eric, no 6’5 ginger dude is called Enrique” The goofy smile returned to Enrique’s new American face.
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    Scheduling

    Hello, just wanted to post about how I'm gonna to be sorting out my postings from now on. Now I know a few people haven't been happy with me reposting all my old stories without anything new, but since Tumblr decided to shoot itself in the foot I'm slowly migrating everything over to here and that how its gonna be. I will be making small edits and in the case of my very old stories I'll be giving some small expansions. So to the scheduling. Mon- Whatever I line up. Tues- Whatever I line up, most likely when new stories will be posted. Wed- Reposted and new additions of my multipart series, these include Chronivac Universe, Nerd/Jock Redux and Gift of the Gods. Thurs- Whatever I line up, and most likely longer story requests (some already in the works) Fri- Batches of old Anon Asks and Short Captions. Sat- Most likely nothing at all. Sun- As god rests, so will I. Also I am reopen to requests, so just send me a message here, on discord, or any other way you know how to contact me. Some will end up long and have their own posting if the idea catches me, most will end up in the Anon Ask Batches. All requests will be treated as anonymous. Thanks for reading.
  11. Anonymous Asked: Hey, so if you're taking requests, I could really use a pick me up. I live and grew up in Minnesota but don't really look like the sort of Nordic or lumberjack type, and I feel like if I did, it'd make everyone else's day. Paul Bunyan me up? Wait…. it’s isn’t a legal requirement that every male in Minnesota doesn’t look like they just descended from Asgard. *cracks knuckles* Can’t have that. Nordic is what you want then Nordic is what you get. First long hair, long blond hair. Second tall…. 6'7 sounds good. Third…. shoulders…. big wide shoulders…. so you can carry all the timber you need to in your new job chopping down America’s forests. Fourth…. technically sixth…. abs, rock hard, steel plated six pack abs. Enjoy the view….. I’m sure you’ll never want to pull yourself away from that mirror. Just wait till you drop that towel, thick muscled legs, an ass you could crack a walnut on, and cock that inspires those who see it of Thor’s hammer…. just don’t tell them that’s what you nicknamed it. I’m almost jealous of the first tree you chop down. Hope this makes you feel better, I know it’s made me happier to know your Vikinging your way across Minnesota. Anonymous Asked: I've always admired your stories! You're an amazing writer. If you could do me the honor of turning me into a super star athlete, I'd be eternally grateful! Thanks for the kind words. You want to be a super star athlete and don’t care which sport….. yea I’m gifting you Tebow, just look at those bouncing pecs, it’s hypnotic. He made the jump from football to baseball, but you could always jump back. Though I’m not sure it you’d want too. Also because of your kind words I’m giving you a nice fat dick, just in case Tebow was lacking there. You know guys like him could surprise you and be peanut dick owners. Though not now, with you running Tebow he’ll be swinging a dick the size of the bat he swings. Anonymous Asked: Someone incapacitates the rival star football team by growing their feet too big. Pretty evil thing to do…. but then I guess someone just wanted to take JJ Watt out of the game for a while. The poor meathead was walking down some steps when his already huge feet started to feel tight in his shoes. He started at the top of the stairs with wide size 16s, about three steps down and they were size 18. His shoes burst when they hit size 22 and he’d only got half way down the steps. Poor confused JJ fell down the last few steps, his feet long wide size 26s. JJ could hardly walk when they finally finished growing to massive size 30s. He’ll probably never play football again, but he’ll make a mint with all the pervs wanting to play with his clown feet.
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    Homies

    The Wright boys hung behind and allowed their buddy Demarco to swagger into the house, his swelling ass giving his hips a swing. The four boys were half brothers and shared the common features of their legend of a man whore father. All tall, all built and all very well hung. Demarco was their friend since childhood, they’d all growth up together, but now Demarco’s paling skin and slimming body was bringing the boy’s well practiced black horse-cocks to a solid throbbing erection. The brothers felt a little sorry for Demarco, he was like family, but there was no shared blood. They all knew that Demarco would do the same to them if they were in his position. It was either he gave up his holes or the Wright boys ended up like their dad with a dozen kids in a dozen cities. They were practically drooling as Demarco’s basketball shorts slid further down his thinning thighs, his shelf like ass the only thing holding it up. The boys had already been shocked by the changes, within seconds of Demarco downing the protein shake after their long game of basketball the changes had started. He’d reaching into his shorts and with some maneuvering he pulled his sweaty jock out and dumped it on the floor. His healthy bulge shrunk into oblivion, that made the boy’s feel really sorry for him, but Demarco wouldn’t need his cock any more. Demarco turned to his homies as he stepped into the house, barely registering that his hand wasn’t palming the basketball like it used to. “We watching the game” he asked, his voice now soft, his widening tongue flopping out between his plump lips The brothers nodded shocked as the changes, there was no trace of the tough looking black boy, now only a slender lisping white boy. Demarco’s broad chest had thinned out, the six pac on his slim stomach only there due his now very low fat content. As Demarco moved towards the sofa he left his shoes behind, his big size 13 feet long gone. The brothers followed him in, all of them stroking their huge cocks through their shorts, pre-cum bubbling through the fabric. The brothers moved towards the kitchen, dropping their shorts as Demarco settled on the sofa. Their huge cocks swung ahead of them, they were the main reason for dosing Demarco. The brothers were always horny and in need of a pussy, but if the boys could even find a condom that fit it would only break when they shot their humongous loads. Instant baby maker, the boys didn’t want a kid yet, they needed a slut. One by one the brothers filled a cup with their thick loads, it would finish the transformation. Deon the eldest brought the cup over to Demarco, the now even smaller white boy didn’t notice the huge black boys naked in front of him. They settled into their seats, Deon and Noah joined Demarco on the small two seater sofa. The brother’s heavily muscled thighs crowding the still shrinking boy. “Got you another shake” Deon smiled as he used the cup to scoop up a fat drip of cum from his fist sized cock head Demarco smirked and took the cup, the game started playing in the background. The brothers weren’t interested, they slowly jacked their cocks and watched Demarco chug down the full cup. He moaned with approval as he finished, his long tongue slurping up the leftovers. Demarco’s little feet swung over the edge of the sofa, nowhere near the floor. His entire body was tiny, but built for sex. He squirmed his swollen bubble butt into the sofa and slapped his thick pouty lips together. His slim belly groaned and the brothers smirked at each other, it was time. “I’m really hungry” Demarco moaned, his eyes of Deon’s footlong black monster
  13. The car sped down the highway, Cliff and his friend Kurt bored in the back, the trees outside weren’t much to look at. Cliff was a rich kid and Kurt was the poor best-friend. Kurt rarely got vacations, so he jumped at the chance to spend spring break in the Hamptons with Cliff and his family. Cliff’s parents were cool with it, they encouraged Cliff to hang around with Kurt. They’d hoped it would bring him down to earth and get him to stop acting like a pompous rich kid. It worked at times, but Cliff was quick to rub new gadgets and new clothes into his poorer friend’s face. The two boys did get on though, and they were both playing the same multiplayer game on their smartphones. Kurt’s phone being a hand me down from Cliff. Cliff noticed that Kurt would drop out of the game sometimes and have a sudden burst of typing. Who was he texting, Cliff was just about to ask when his father butted it. “So Cliff” his dad asked “How’s the wrestling team going” Kurt on the wrestling team, that the most ridiculous thing Cliff had ever heard. He’s guys family could only afford horrible fattening food, so Kurt had ended up as a podgy fat ass. The lack of vitamins hadn’t helped him height wise either, he was barely average height for a high-school student. An amazingly rich and deep voice replied “Yea, got the championship and got my athletic scholarship all sorted” Cliff put down his phone and turned towards Kurt. A giant sat in his place, massive muscles strained his shirt, the biggest thighs Cliff had ever seen filled a pair of broad shorts to bursting. A humongous bulge was nestled between the heavy legs. Cliff noticed a thickly muscled arm running over the back seat, the huge hand at its end resting on Cliff’s shoulder. The now older looking, powerfully masculine face of Kurt smirked at him as Cliff’s father asked more questions. “Any chance of Cliff getting on the team” he asked Kurt shook his head, long black hair waving over his giant shoulders. “Cliff’s too small for the team” Kurt squeezed Cliff’s shoulder “There is a water boy position open” “What would be good, teach him some responsibility” his mother answered like Cliff wasn’t in the car “What would it entail” Kurt’s chest flexed, a small tear appearing at the collar of his shirt. “He’d have to give us water after matches, wash our towels, singlets and jock” Kurt smirked “He already does all of mine” At that Cliff clenched his teeth as a sudden headache shot through his forehead. A new memory formed Kurt having come over to Cliff’s house after a match one day. Kurt in the shower while Cliff washed his dirty clothes. Then Kurt catching Cliff as he sucked the sweat out of Kurt’s stretched jockstrap. “I’m sure he would love to help” Cliff’s father said from the front The talking stopped for a while. Cliff watched Kurt typing on this phone, his now huge hands struggling to hit the right buttons. Cliff’s stomach growled, Kurt turned his head at the sound a wide smile on his face. “You hungry” his mother asked A deep hunger roared in Cliff’s belly. “Well…there no restaurants for a while” his father announced “Kurt can you handle it” Kurt chuckled and lifted his tight ass off the seat, his huge hands hooked under the waist band of his shorts and he pulled then down to his giant clown feet. A fat swollen dick bobbed upwards, the apple sized head already leaking pre. Big bull balls rolled in their furry sack, heavy with a large load. Kurt’s hand wrapped around Cliff’s head and pulled him down towards the dick. His mouth flopped open and Kurt forced his immense horse cock down Cliff’s throat. He held Cliff’s hair and pumped his head up and down the giant dick. Cliff’s parents continued like nothing was happening, while Kurt’s deep voice moaned loudly. Cliff lost track of time, but found himself really getting into milking the dick halfway down his gullet. His hands squeezing the bull balls and his tongue licking every inch of the monster cock. Then Kurt came, a mass of thick volleys overflowing Cliff’s stuffed mouth. Each one rocketing down into Cliff’s hungry guts. Kurt popped Cliff off the dick and the rich boy thudded back into his seat. He patted his stomach, the growling had stopped. “Better” his mother asked Cliff nodded. “Thank you Kurt” this father smiled “It’s hard raising a cum slut” Kurt chuckled “It’s cool, I’m happy to feed Cliff’s addiction” Cliff heard the clicking of Kurt’s phone. Then the hungry returned, Kurt smirked. “You want more” he asked already pulling Cliff down to the still hard dick Cliff nodded and engulfed the monster cock down his throat again. His father offered “Cliff might as well stay on your dick till we get to the house” Kurt laughed “Yea, what is it….like two, three hours before we get there” “Yes, about three hours” his mother answered “I can keep pumping out cum till then” Kurt sniggered as Cliff gagged
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    Template

    The resort had a certain style, that style being Mediterranean architecture, palm trees, golden sands and dark haired men with tanned chiseled bodies. I flew out to the resort with a couple friends, the second we landed I lost track of them. I got pushed into a limo by a perfect dark haired man, who started plying me with alcohol. I’d barely got his shirt off before we arrived at the resort. Another dark haired man took my bags as I checked in, then I was shown to my suite. I changed out of my groggy airplane clothes and into something more fitting of the blistering heat. I still hadn’t seen my friends. I left my suite and headed out into the paved area around one of the resort’s many pools. Three dark haired men introduced themselves, Angel, Bruno and Caleb, or A,B and C. I knew who they were, they were my personal companions. The resort offered a lot of extras for those who could pay. I still hand’t seen my friends. The rest of the week was a blur, just fuck after fuck. I was sure I’d been dosed with some sort of super viagra, I remembered the resort’s term and conditions mentioning something about ‘supplements’. Angel was the slut of the three, he was constantly begging for sex, he’d slip under the table at dinner and suck my dick. Bruno was the romantic, he’d sneak a kiss, whisper nice things, have me pin him against a wall and fuck his ass till he screamed. Caleb was the ‘reluctant’ one, he was so shy and introverted, waiting for the others to fuck themselves to exhaustion before having me pound his ass half a dozen times. I still hadn’t seen my friends. I met a very interesting guy, he’d been coming to the resort since it opened over a decade ago. We talked for a while, each of us with one of our companions massaging our feet. The others were in the pool wrestling for our amusement. He told me about the Template, it was the standard that all the dark haired guys were held up too. He explained it was why they all looked the same, which they did. All of them with dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin and ripped bodies. He then told me I was wrong, he meant that when the resort opened all the companions were identical, the same face, the same body. The Template created the companions from other people. Guests who didn’t pay the full way, guests like my friends. Over the years the Template had added slight variations, small little quirks which changed the companions in slight ways. Which must be why Angel’s abs are deeper cut, or why Bruno’s ass is a bit plumper and perkier, or why Caleb is a few inches shorter than the other two. I guess the Template meant I had been seeing my friends all week.
  15. Anonymous Asked: Very funny dude. My little brother has fallen for this shit hook, line and sinker. The dorky doofus totally thinks that any day now he's going to be transformed into some kind of muscle-head warrior and whip my ass! Ha! Would love it if you replied to his ask with a story of him getting even scrawnier!!! Would pay good money to see that - humiliate the little twerp for good. I’m not going to reply to his ask, I’m going to reply to yours. Now I was considering whether to agree to your request, but then you don’t believe in any of this and your brother does…. plus he’s a fan and you’re not. So I’m actually going to give your brother what he wants…. and I couldn’t even answer his message if I wanted too, because it looks like the changes have taken hold and the new him would never send such a message to me, let alone read my stuff. As you can see your little brother is not very little anymore…. the guy is a muscle-head warrior like you said. Though I imagine you wished you hadn’t said that, the word warrior has made his change a little too aggressive. Not that it’s done him any trouble, all those boxing trophies in his room, which used to be your room, tell a story of a man with a punch that could put a guy through a wall. And he’s done that…. your former best friend who he caught sniffing his XXL jockstrap can testify to that, and he did…. though the case was throw out. But like I was saying I have gifted your brother with more than he asked for. He asked for the normal check list of stuff. Tall- Check Muscles- Check Handsome- Check Big Dick- Check What he didn’t ask for was a voice that give any guy lower in the food chain than him an instant erection…. which is pretty much everyone. He also didn’t ask for a near sadistic love of fucking into sexual oblivion any girl who gets close to you. I also threw in big feet, peak physical health and sexual stamina of a purebred stallion, teenagers always forget to ask for the best things. Now we come to you….. if I’d answered his ask then you’d most likely have ended up with some improvements. Easiest way to change someone without anyone noticing is to change their genetics, which would mean changing their parents, so you’d have ended up as his equal. The older muscle bro to show a young hung beast how to rule the world. Because when he said he wanted to whip your ass…. I think he meant in wrestling or in football….. not the insanely brutal beatings he’ll dish out to you now. But you asked for him to end up scrawnier, so that’s your fate now. Enjoy being a runt for the rest of your life….. Anonymous Asked: Yo bro, did you help my former buddy turn me into this. I mean I love my body, check out the gains, but bro the tank and compression gear ain't right for my classes. So I want revenge, curse my buddy to be a professional heavyweight bodybuilder, I want him working out nonstop, no sex, no beer, early nights and fucking chicken breast for every meal haha but let me him keep his brain, wanna see him squirm. This is gonna be so freakin funny bro Yea that might have been me who changed you….. guys gotta eat and granting wishes and supplying revenge pays so well. You’re not Herbert the Maths Whizz are you?? Cause sorry about draining that amazing brain of yours. Hope the big dick makes up for it. But back to your buddy, yea I’ll give him the body you want for him. Plus with all the hard work it takes to have a body like that. All the trouble and none of the fun, unlike what he got for you. I have gotta say he’s an inspiration for the fitness freaks out there, the guy is a lifting machine. Such sacrifice for beauty, sad that he hates it. Same nerdy guy stuck inside that brute of a body, trapped forever in the body of a Greek god. Plus a peanut cock just because I’m feeling extra mean today. Anonymous Asked: Could you do a Truman show type transformation where I wake up to being transformed into a hunk and as I get used to my new life I'm unknowingly having my life broadcast on TV? Awwwww you think you’ve only just ended up on TV, the world has been enjoying your life for years. We have all been watching you grow up into an awkward nerdy runt only to suddenly grow into a rampaging muscle stud over the course of one night. I made a killing betting that your change in weight would break your bed, lost money betting you’d be a redhead. Most of the audience jumped ship to see how the new young guy deals with childhood and his teenager years, I hate spin off shows. But a few fans have stayed to watch what you get up to now you're a sex machine, the show has changed its tone a lot. The producers keep throwing you into situations where you need to take your shirt off, or pull your beer can fat dick out. You have made us who still watch very happy, always flexing, and even though you have no clue you somehow always flex directly at camera.
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