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    Conversation, Story Ideas, RP
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    Calum Von Moger
    Jeff Seid
    Simeon Panda
    Chris Bumstead
    Sergi Constance
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    Muscle Growth
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    Alpha Males
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  1. “Who’s sneakers are these” Charlie called, holding one of the massive stinky shoes in his hands “Which ones” his mother called from the kitchen Charlie pulled back the tongue, the musky smell only stronger. “Size 22s” He shouted back “Oh, those are Reese’s” his mother called back These can’t be Reese’s, the 5ft6 fat ass didn’t have size 22 feet. “Reese is like 5ft6, aren’t his feet size 7” Charlie replied, burying his nose into the shoes mouth His mother chuckled lightly “Charlie are you alright” Charlie quickly dropped the shoe with a thud, he had no idea there this sudden fetish for foot funk came from. “Yea, I’m cool, a little tired” he yawned “Ok, go to bed” His mother ordered as he appeared with a pile of laundry “Take this with you” “Ok” he took the pile “But the shoes” His mother looked at him with confusion, she checked his forehead. “Mom” he stepped back She shook her head “You’re just tired” she rubbed his arm, comforting him “Charlie, Reese hasn’t been 5ft6 since he was 13, he’s got to be pushing 7ft by now” Charlie’s face went blank “What” “Honey, Reese has been wearing those sneaker for a month now, you were there when we brought them” she explained “He had just got back from football practice and you gave him a foot rub, I’m proud how well you support him” Charlie dropped the laundry. His mother scolded him, and they quickly put the pile back together. His mother dumped the last piece on top, a giant stretched out jockstrap, that had been hidden in the pile. “Now get to bed, and wake Reese up, he has practice in a few hours” she ordered Charlie’s brain worked overtime to process everything, his eyes glued to the fading name written on the jock, REESE. How could Reese with his baby dick fill such a large cotton tent. Charlie had seen that micro-dick enough times, Reese was always jacking it. The two boys shared a room, their beds either end and facing each other, so they’d seen a lot of each other. Charlie opened the bedroom door, noticing that it now was decorated with ‘REESE’S PAD’ in big colorful letters. The room was different, now dominated by a huge bed and the even bigger occupant. Charlie stared at the long wide feet near the end the bed. He could see that it was two double beds pushed together. The door swinging closed made Charlie jump, the pile dropping to the floor, the musky jock landing at his feet. The beast on the bed sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with long heavy arms. “Reese” Charlie questioned Reese chuckled “Hey bro, like the changes” he bounced a pair of thick pecs “How” Charlie asked froze to the spot “The Chronivac finished downloading on your laptop” he smirked, a large hand disappearing under the blanket “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, I made sure of that” “The Chronivac” He questioned “What does that matter, you’re huge, mom thinks you’re on the football team….and my bed is gone” Charlie listed, his eyes stuck on a growing mound between Reese’s trunk like legs Reese’s free hand twisted a pierced nipple “Yea, I’m huge and I’m on the football team” he moaned suddenly, the mound rising higher “And your bed isn’t gone, it’s at the foot of the bed" Charlie looked down at the small cot, a pair of gym shorts stuffed with socks as a pillow and an old basketball jersey for a blanket. "You find my smell comforting” Reese explained “But sometimes you sleep up here with me” Reese suddenly threw back the blanket, and slapped a huge leaking meat-stick against his abs. Charlie licked his lips, his mouth full with saliva all of a sudden. “You want breakfast” he offered “I have a couple hours before practice” Charlie now settled into this new world tentatively climbed between Reese’s legs, spit dripping from his plump lips. Reese fell back onto the bed as Charlie spat a large gob-full of spit onto his hulking brothers horse cock.
  2. ABSQRST

    Atlas Shrunk

    The director sighed, why did they sign Zeb Atlas for a twink movie. Granted he was hot, but he was 6ft3 and in his 40s. He wasn’t suitable for the movie. It was about young hot twinks and the young hunks that fuck them. Zeb was a hunk, but he was too old, at least for what was planned. He felt bad, but the director had been left with few options. He couldn’t fire Zeb, and he couldn’t use him, but there was a way to make him work. The director saw it as a kindness, it would give Zeb another 20 years of work, if it worked. The director chuckled, he knew it would work. It always did, there was always some producer at the studio pushing a big daddy guy into the films. But the director would use the ‘special’ stuff and soon that big daddy was ready for the shoot, just a couple decades younger and a few feet shorter. Zeb was no different, the director could see the changes already at Zeb rubbed himself down for the camera. The water cascading down big plump muscles, muscles that got smaller with each drop. Bones that compressed with each rub of Zeb’s soapy hands. His heavy cock quivering under the water, shrinking away. Zeb was too wrapped up in the feel of the water to notice the changes, as was everyone else. Only the director was immune to the effects, and he liked it that way. He enjoyed watching the age drain from guys like Zeb. He liked to see their lives shrink and change. Most of them had been athletes or bodybuilders when they were younger, not now. They weren’t built for stuff like that now. They could be gymnasts or dancers, the director knew they were flexible enough, he had enough films to prove that. Zeb let out a moan, a high pitched girlish moan. He was near done, his body devoid of nearly all muscle. He’d stopped at 5ft3, a foot of height gone forever. He looked barely 18, but the director had the records to proof that Zeb Atlas Junior was 18. Zeb flicked his long wet hair from his face, his soft mouth curved into a smile. A few of his slender fingers buried between his plump ass cheeks. “Ok, cut” the director shouted “Zeb keep doing what your doing, you’re gonna need to be really stretched out for what I have planned” Twins moved into view, they were corn fed, farm raised boys. As hung as the bulls they bred. Little Zeb gazed up at the big dumb farm boys, both of them looked down hungrily at the twink. Squared heavy pecs hanging high above his head, the chiseled faces of the twins smiling downwards. The twins shared a look, they were going to ruin this boy. “Ok, boys don’t go gentle on Zeb, he can take it” the director ordered “Now….Action"
  3. Adam was always in the gym, constantly trying to build and sculpt his already excellent body. His boyfriend Robby was tired of it, he thought that Adam was perfect already, he looked like a fitness model. But Adam wanted to be bigger, he wanted to be at a bodybuilder level. His body and his genetics weren’t going to let it happen. So Robby decided to step in, he got ahold of either a magical or scientific super protein shake, it mattered on who you asked. It would give Adam the boost he wanted, and if Adam was happy then Robby was happy. That was till the growth started. It was fine at first, Adam went from toned lean muscle to looking like a ripped linebacker. Then no matter how much he shaved he always had a pelt of dark hair on his chest, legs and stomach. His beard was worse, it was impossibly thick and scratchy. Robby was also worried that Adam was going bald, his thick brown hair was thinning and getting much shorter. He was also getting older, he’d gone from 25 to near his 40’s in a couple days, but Robby wasn’t very concerned with that. Because it came with a huge rise in their sex life. The new older beefier Adam was an animal, always pinning Robby down and grinding against him whenever he saw his boyfriend. Which was all the time because Adam didn’t go to the gym anymore. So all in all Robby liked having the new daddy Adam around, till one morning. Robby woke as usual covered in cum and sweat from the mammoth fuck session the night before. Adam was still snoring away, all big, veiny and hairy. Robby was in the middle of making breakfast when Adam thudded into the kitchen in just his undies. “Hey babe” he growled, itching his furry stomach Robby noticed it, Adam’s abs were gone, just a plump flabby gut. “You know babe, just a little breakfast for me” He jiggled his belly “I’m gonna need to start hitting the gym again” Robby sighed and wondered what the opposite of a protein shake was.
  4. ABSQRST

    Time of the Month

    It was happening again, Jimmy could feel it. A pulling feeling deep in his guts, a throbbing that run up his spine. It was his time of the month again, but it couldn’t be, it was too soon. Since puberty started Jimmy would have these really strange male periods, for a couple minutes for one day a month Jimmy couldn’t be around any other men because they would change. Jimmy was at a friends house staying over to play video games for one last time before they went to college. So the second Jimmy felt the pressure building inside him he made an excuse and went to hide in the bathroom. He’d only be gone a couple minutes, not long enough for anyone to notice. Jimmy didn’t want his friend Tim to end up like the others who’d been around Jimmy during his time of the month. It had happened a few times, the first victims being his dad and older brother. They didn’t see themselves as victims, but then they didn’t even realize anything had changed. The first time it happened Jimmy hardly knew what was happening, but he put the feeling of pressure and the sudden massive muscle growth together. All Jimmy did was look at his dad and brother and with a flash of light two hulking hairy studs had replaced them. And no one saw any difference, it was like they had always been hunks. But Jimmy worked out the rules of this power very quickly, it would only change men, it happened once a month and he couldn’t change himself. He’d worked the last rule out after several tries of just sitting in front of a mirror. But Jimmy was a little suspicious that he’d changed a little. Somehow whatever he wore showed off his plump butt, even clothes that were several sizes to big became tight when he pulled them on. Which for a straight guy who turned other guys into hulking horny gods once a month was bad. This was why he was so desperate to control his power, he didn’t want to get fucked again like last time when he changed the mailman. So Jimmy could only sigh when he opened the bathroom door and found Tim’s dad Keith lounging in the bath with a book in hand. “Hey Jimmy” Keith greeted in surprise “There’s another bathroom downstairs….” he started but the flash of light silenced him Instead of the soft 40 something man that Keith had been a bulky tanned much younger hunk sat in his place. Jimmy felt the throbbing in his spine move down to his ass. Keith grinned and gave his pecs a bounce before rising out of the water. Jimmy looked straight into the soft fat cock and swollen balls that slowly started to swell. “Come on little guy, you’ve been asking for this for years” Keith explained as he still dripping with water led Jimmy out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom Jimmy didn’t fight it, his body wanted it, but his mind never did. After the first couple of incidents he decided just to let it happen. Keith pulled Jimmy onto the bed, his heavy wet body soaking through Jimmy’s clothes. Keith tore Jimmy’s shorts off with his big hands and flipped the boy around. Jimmy’s face pressed against Keith’s rock hard cock and instinctively started to swallow it down. Keith’s long tongue delved between Jimmy’s peachy cheeks and found his tight hole. They weren’t at it for long before Tim appeared in the doorway. He and Jimmy were the same age, but Tim looked much more adult than Jimmy. His power having held Jimmy back a bit, probably so he couldn’t fight off the big hunks he created. Tim was only able to get out a gasp as Keith’s cock popped out of Jimmy’s mouth and Jimmy looked at Tim. There was a flash and Tim was replaced by a man bigger, beefier and much better hung than his father. Keith didn’t care that his son was in the room, only Jimmy’s ass mattered. “Nice one dad” Tim boomed “Wanted to fuck the little slut for ages” Big Tim thudded over to Jimmy and grabbed a handful of his hair. Jimmy’s jaw dropped open hoping it was wide enough for his friends giant monster cock. As Jimmy was taken at either end by the big father and son duel the pressure in his guts stopped and it would be a whole month before it came back.
  5. “You Dean” the massive man asked, his chest glistening beneath his unzipped hoodie Dean gulped, the little fag had said he’d set his big brother on him, but Dean had just laughed and dunked the nerd’s spotty face into the toilet again. He never considered the little guy would actually do it, let along that his brother was actually a beast. But the man before him did share some similarities, they had similar coloring, similar eyes and even hints of a similar facial structure. “Yes…….sir” he quickly added “Cool” he rose up from his perch, the underside of his pecs level with Dean’s eyes “I’m Hugh, you’ve been harassing my little brother” Dean started to back off, but Hugh gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. The hand massively meaty and denting into Dean’s pretty thick shoulder. “Nah, you’re not going anywhere” Hugh’s free hand clenched into a fist “Please, I’ll leave him alone…….” Dean begged, but Hugh hushed him “I’m not here to hurt you” He paused, flexing his biceps “I’m here to thank you” “Thank me” Dean questioned “Yea” Hugh let his shoulder go and started to feel up his own solid abs “If it wasn’t for your constant abuse, my little bro wouldn’t have come to me and asked to get big” Dean paled “Get big” Hugh laughed “You think this is natural” he bounced his pecs “hell no, I’m a chemistry whizz, or was in a past body, I mixed a little potion and got this body out of it” Hugh rubbed his crotch, his memories turning him on. His jeans showing the teeth of the zipper straining and nearly popping open from the mass behind them. “My bro’s been stubborn about getting huge, but you have helped chang his mind” Hugh patted Dean’s head “I’ll leave you two alone” He turned and jogged away towards some passing blond joggers, his muscled ass flexing. “Two?” Dean shouted after him “It’s just me here” A deep thundering chuckled erupted behind him. Dean jumped, falling to the floor. Behind him rose a mountain of muscle, gym shorts strained against huge thighs and a monstrous dick mound. Eight furry cinder blocks rose upwards towards two hairy muscle slabs. A thick neck and even thicker traps held aloft a solid jaw coated in stubble. Arms thicker then Dean’s thighs strained against tanned skin, thick veins coursed with testosterone. Two dark eye glared downwards, the muscle man’s mouth stretched into a sneer. “Hey Dean” the little fag boomed from 7ft above him
  6. ABSQRST

    Fresh Ink

    “It doesn’t look bigger to you” Jim asked pulling back the elastic of his briefs “No, not at all” Sam lied, he crossed his legs to hide his boner “Really” Jim asked with disbelief “None of my pants fit properly anymore” Sam just shrugged, crossing his legs again to trap his boner. Jim cupped his swollen cheeks in his hands and jiggled them. Each cheek was rounded and meaty, straining against his briefs which were already sizes too small. “Their so sensitive” he moaned Sam’s hand slid down to his crotch, cupping his balls and trying to hold his cock down. His eyes glued to the meaty buttocks of his buddy. “It has to be this tramp stamp” Jim mused, a finger running over the freshly healed tattoo “Must be an allergic reaction or something” Sam offered, knowing full well what was happening, he had sent Jim to ‘his’ tattooist after all He’d even gonna a little money off his buddy for sending him a new client. He’d even be able to give a suggestion about what sort of effect the tattoo should have on Jim. “Plus I’m feeling really…..excitable all the time” Jim added a hand slipping between his cheeks Jim was appearing more energetic, which he’d find out was actually horniness. But he was also becoming more playful and touch friendly, a sign of his inhibitions fading away. He’d be on his knees sucking dick within a week. “Give it a few days and see how you feel” Sam smiled, biting his lip Jim nodded and headed out the room, his bulging butt bouncing and swaying with each step.
  7. ABSQRST

    In Too Long

    Trent looked his friend Marshal up and down. Gone was the lean swimmer who’d slipped into the tanning bed over an hour ago, now a wall of thick muscle stared back at him with dull hollow eyes. “Marshal you ok” Trent asked Marshal just bounced his pecs and chuckled as he looked down at his heavy chest. “Yea, I’m good bro” Marshal laughed in a surprising deep voice Trent gulped, Marshal had never said ‘bro’ in all the time he’d known him. He’d overdosed Trent thought. Trent had brought Marshal to the Tanning Shop, he was one of the short list who knew that the tanning beds here did more then just tan your skin. After a short session in the bed the user would crawl out with tanned skin, but also slimmer, healthier, better looking and even a little bit taller. Trent sighed, he should of checked on Marshal. Trent though had been too busy flirting with the hot receptionist to notice that Marshal had been inside the bed for three times longer then he should of been. Trent shook his head “Sorry man, but this isn’t good” Marshal just stared blankly at Trent, his head cocked to one side. He was confused Trent thought, but then he was probably going to be confused all the time now, too much time in the beds would cook your brain. “Overuse can lead to permanent damage” Trent explained “I warned you beforehand” Marshal laughed again and brought his arms up. His rounded biceps bulged and he gave his abs a flex to finish off the pose. “This isn’t damaged” Marshal laughed again Trent nodded, Marshal was certainly a sight now. “But what will people say, you’re like three or four inches taller” Trent offered Marshal smirked “Not to mention a beast” he bounced his pecs again Trent nodded again, Marshal was certainly a beast now. “No one noticed you’d changed… you explained it once” Marshal added He was scratching his head under his cap, his head must be hurting from using such big words like ‘noticed’ and ‘explained’. “Yea, a healthy glow” Trent offered “They just see the tan, not the couple pounds of muscle or the inch in height the bed gave you” Marshal nodded, then just waited for Trent to continue. He really was dumb now, Trent almost felt sorry for the idiot who’d stayed in the magical tanning bed for nearly two hours. Trent pondered out loud for a moment “Well… I could do another 30 minutes without any permanent damage, just exterior changes” He stepped passed Marshal and climbed into the bed, flicked the switch to turn it on. As it closed he saw Marshal mouthing the word exterior to himself, trying to work out the meaning.
  8. “I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head. “Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property” Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit. Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything. It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it. But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now. He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened. Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him. “I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were. “Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off” Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave. Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked. “Fuck” Lou chuckled He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money. “Excuse me” a voice asked Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles. “Yes” Lou asked curious “Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos” Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone. “Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed. Either way his balls needed emptying.
  9. Every year the Hitchens family would gather together for Christmas and New Years. The two Hitchens boys, now both family men were larger than life characters. Both towering lumberjack like men who led the festivities and their wives and kids would follow. Harry Hitchens was the proud father to two boys, both athletes and both the apples of their fathers eye. Sam Hitchens, the eldest, was now a star athlete at his college, on the fast track to professional stardom and already an Olympic god medalist in track, before he filled out at 16 and his muscle mass slowed him down too much to be any sort of track runner. Scott Hitchens, the baby, was pretty much a younger version of his elder brother. He was tall and thick with muscle. His messy blond hair always looking nearly perfect like he’d just walked off a catwalk, his youthful yet masculine face naturally falling into a cocky smirk. Roger Hitchens was the proud ‘as much as a father naturally should be’ father of one son. His son Lucas had been completely bypassed by the Hitchens genes. He was short, he was chubby. His dark hair shiny from grease and his face caked in a crust of spots. He and Scott were the same age, but light years apart in every possible way. Yet they were forced to share a room for the holidays. Since Sam had moved onto college he spent all his time in the penthouse apartment he’d lucked himself into having, and barely spent any time at home. His room, the largest bedroom in the house, had been taken over by Scott and Scott’s old room had been converted into a shrine to the greatness that was Sam Hitchens. Lucas’ parents had gotten the spare room and Lucas had to sleep on the floor of Scott’s room, hearing the big lug snore and stare up at Scott’s massive feet hanging over the edge of the massive, by Lucas’ standards at least, bed. It was on Christmas eve after a nice family meal and a genuinely good time that the boys were sent to bed. It was only 9pm and Lucas couldn’t sleep, he was 18 and used to staying up much later playing video games with people on the other side of the planet. Scott was already asleep, even though he’d bitched about now being able to jerk off because Lucas was in the room. Lucas was looking up at the meaty soles of Scott’s feet for the 4th night in a row. Why he couldn’t of slept in the central open area of the bedroom and not cramped into a corner beneath Scott’s feet was beyond Lucas. Scott’s excuse that he needed the space to do his exercises in the morning didn’t hold as Scott used the home gym every morning when he woke up. Lucas tossed and turned in his makeshift bed. His eyes caught sight of something under the bed, it hadn’t been there before, maybe something had shifted when Scott had pulled out the hidden Christmas presents last night before he put them under the tree. Lucas tried to reach for the shiny object that caught his eye, having to move a box labeled “Sam’s Underwear”. His arms weren’t long enough. He sighed and pulled himself out from under the covers. Without even thinking about the embarrassment of being caught under Scott’s bed next to a box of his elder cousins musky briefs he was crawling in the dark with Scott’s snoring mass above him. He reached the shiny object, it was an old looking touch phone, or an old PDA device. Without even touching the power button it strung into life, lighting up the dark beneath the bed. A near silent jiggle played and an ancient looking graphic of a genie lamp flashed up blocky letters popped into being. “CHRONIVAC” “What the hell” Lucas muttered then hushing himself as Scott grunted above him. Lucas tapped the screen. A loading bar appeared and then vanished. The PDA was obviously newer then it appeared, after the old grey intro screens it was bright and colorful. It looked like an advanced customization screen for a SIMs game or something. Lucas clicked on the previous session button and the complete outline of his cousin Sam appeared, everything from his favorite color to his obscene girth of his cock was written down for Lucas to know. Sam’s family was listed below, including Lucas (cousin-father’s side). Beneath that was a “Make realistic”. When Lucas clicked on this opinion a small cartoon genie lamp appeared. A speak bubble appeared explaining he was the PDA’s helper function and the ‘Make Realistic’ option made it so that changes would appear to be natural, such as making physical changes genetic, which would change family to match the physical changes to the user. Lucas was confused, what sort of game was this. He saw the “Change History” box on a side bar next to the floating beautiful face of Sam. An insanely long list of changes appeared. From increase in height, made a natural athlete and increase cock length. The make realistic option seemed to apply to them all. Lucas came off his history and clicked on himself. His meagre frame and spotty face appeared, with all his statistics listed. He clicked on height, 5’5 it read. A dial appeared below, or he could edit his height. Lucas ran a finger over the dial, increase the avatars height. He chuckled quietly as the avatar grew taller, then almost shouted out load as his feet moved along the carpeted floor as his own height increased. In a panic he pulled the dial back till his height on both the Chronivac and in reality retuned to normal. It dawned on Lucas what he was holding, he’d just grown a foot in an instant and it looked like Sam had made himself the hunky athlete he was now and no one seemed to know any different. Lucas smiled, he could change anything. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Scott woke on Christmas morning, stretching out his beefy arms and yawning. Flexing his toes and sadly trying to kill his throbbing morning wood before swinging his thick legs out of bed. He pulled on some stripy pajama bottoms before he noticed that his little cousin Lucas wasn’t still asleep. He cracked his knuckles before flexing a bicep in the mirror, smirking to himself and headed out of his room. His big bare feet thudding as he stomps down the stairs into the living room. Both his parents and his aunt and uncle were already there, sitting on the sofas and talking over coffee. “Merry Christmas” Scott greeted, a hand down his bottoms rearranging his fat nuts They returned the greeting and his uncle Roger shouted out to the kitchen to his cousin Lucas. “Time for presents” Scott’s mother offered Scott with childlike glee dropped to his knees at the foot of the heavily decorated Christmas tree and started to hand out presents. He found one with Lucas’ name. “Lucas” he shouted Instantly his cousin replied “No need to shout, I’m behind you” Scott turned and handed the present over, then back to the tree. Scott blinked a few times before turning back to his cousin. Lucas looked good, very refreshed. His skin very clear for a guy who looked like the face of the moon last night. His cheekbones were even showing through his cheeks, like he’d dropped a few pounds in the night. Scott looked down to Lucas’ pj clad form, his shirt was tight, but only showed a flat stomach were a chubby gut should have been. Still he wasn’t anything compared to Scott’s and his Hitchens family six pack, but it was odd. Maybe Scott just hadn’t payed any attention Lucas, wouldn’t be the first time Lucas’ existence had come as a shock to Scott. Scott began unwrapping his first gift, it was tickets to a football game, him and his dad most likely. Behind him Lucas was tearing apart the paper on his gift. “Oh awesome, new headgear, I need this for wrestling” Lucas said happily Scott’s dad started talking to Lucas about wrestling, the runt lying through his teeth about being a state champion. Scott turned to call Lucas out on his lies, but he stopped. Lucas was now shirtless. His chest jutting out like slabs of rock and his stomach ripped into six thick cobbles. Lucas’ shoulder were rounded and had meaty biceps swinging from them. “You ok cousin” Lucas asked with a bounce of one of his heavy pecs Scott shook his head and went back to handing out presents. The gifts got weirder and worst. Scott was getting books, socks and gift cards to shops he’d never go too. Lucas though was getting amazing stuff, a new lap top, a new PS4, bundles of games, but some weird stuff too. New shoes which weren’t that odd, it was just Lucas made a show of announcing they were size 17. Again Scott wanted to call him out, but as he turned around he saw the enormous bare dogs that Lucas had connected to his three trunk legs. The thick toes flexing as Lucas looked. “You know what they say about big feet” Lucas said quietly to Scott Scott shook off the implication, knowing while Lucas was a beefy wrestler with massive flipper feet, he was still a short ass with a small baby cock if the flat front of his briefs in the morning was any indication. With the presents done Scott’s dad and uncle went to the kitchen to work on getting the Christmas roast ready, while the mothers cleared up the ripped up wrappings. Scott carried his disappointing load of gifts up to his room, his heavy footfalls drowned out by the even heavier footfalls of Lucas behind him. Lucas’ booming voice echoed around him, his beefy cousin gushing about all the amazing gifts he’d gotten. Scott actually pushed his door shut behind him, almost hitting Lucas in his chiseled lightly stubbled face. “That was rude” Lucas said opening the door, not even looking at Scott He was busy typing into his phone, Scott pulled at the fabric around his crotch, it was unusually baggy. “So baby dick….” Lucas started Scott was instantly turned around and squaring up to Lucas, just he wasn’t towering above him like he expected. Instead a squared meaty pec bounced slightly in front of his face. Lucas’ face smirking down at him. “So baby dick” Lucas repeated, a massive finger flicked at the billowing empty crotch of Scott’s pajamas “We have a couple hours before Christmas dinner… what you want to do” Scott started to splutter, the words catching in his throat. He didn’t know it, but he was wearing his older brother hand me down pajamas, he had the ass and legs to fill them out, but the Hitchens donkey dick had passed him by. Lucas’ eyes rolled “Shouldn’t of left you aware, looks like your minds breaking” A large hand fell onto Scott’s rounded shoulder and forced him to his knees. Lucas unlike Scott wasn’t struggling to fill out his pajamas bottoms. The fabric was bursting with meat, from Luca’s insanely thick pillar like thighs, to the rounded boulder ass that was eating away at the back of them. The hems of his boots ended at the thighs, someone had either cut them off or Lucas had burst them stuffing his quads into them. The crotch was like an entire butcher’s platter of beef, two swollen orbs of sloshing cum and a shank of the finest wrist fat cock meat strained at the seams. To Scott’s shock the sight was making his mouth water. “Try not to think too hard, I want you to remember that I was once a runt, but I don’t want you to snap” Lucas said, his hand pulling Scott’s face towards his bulging crotch “Unlike your brother I want to see how my changes effect people, just wait till I get ahold of him” Lucas laughs, the intentions behind it made Scott worried, but the musk of Lucas’ crotch was too incising. He sighed happily as Lucas’ other hand started to heave out a very fat soft cock. “Good, your calming down, I knew making my cock your happy place was a smart idea” Lucas said starting to jerk his soft meat off “Give me a minute and I’ll dish up your breakfast” Scott was shaking his head, but his tongue was hanging out and his mouth was full of salvia. “Just don’t ruin your appetite” Lucas laughed his jerking speed increasing “You got a big dinner ahead of you”
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    stories of tumblr (with images)

    As one of the authors who’s stuff was reposted, I generally have no issue with people reposting my stuff as long as it’s credited. That being said, half of the authors posted are members here (some under the same names) and have posted stories on this site. I’m even reposting my stories on a blog on this site.
  11. Glenn thought that a salad place being considered fast food was weird, but he did find it cool that obesity seemed to mean killer abs now. But while everything had been weird so far, from the fat guy on the Calvin Klein billboard to the Big Bang Theory now having a cast of bodybuilders, the changes to high school were scary. It was just like it had always been, there were cliques, there was bullying, there was popularity. But it was just plain scary, a guy like Eugene at 7ft tall and a couple hundred pounds of muscle shied away from the crowds and almost climbed into his locker when king jock Kevin passed him in the corridor. Glenn though realised he was the scary one, he was a 6ft6 nerd that didn’t act like a nerd. He was acting cocky, he was acting like a jock would. But he wasn’t a jock, he was a nerd, and nerds were hunks in this world. It terrified him, he really needed to fix this mess. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene was worried about Glenn, the confusion this morning could of just been him still being tired. The clothes though couldn’t be, Eugene hadn’t noticed it before because of the jacket Glenn was wearing, but when Glenn took it off in class the sleeveless vest was obvious. Glenn had never worn a vest, only jocks did. It highlighted Glenn’s pecs and shoulders, it clung around his abs. No nerd had any business wearing clothes that revealed that much, but then again Eugene’s clothes were just as tight. But Glenn didn’t seem to care, he seemed to love it. He was flexing when people looked, throwing cocky grins and sneers at any jock that looked at him the wrong way. He was gonna get hit, but he didn’t seem to care. “So…..” Glenn started quietly, from their perch at the back of class “I think I should try for a girlfriend” Eugene tried not to laugh “What Sarah” Glenn spluttered his eyes on Sarah, she was nice, but plain. Completely in Glenn’s league. “No, not Sarah” Glenn whispered “Courtney” Eugene’s worries were confirmed. Courtney was Kevin’s girlfriend. She was tall, slim, big titted and gorgeous. She would never go for a built hunky nerd like Glenn. Before Eugene could start on Glenn about how stupid he sounded Glenn butted in. “You should get a guy too, what about Kevin, you making him suck your dick on a regular basis would make breaking him and Courtney up much easier” Glenn offered “No, I don’t like Kevin, plus he’s straight” Eugene answered “No one is straight when your 7ft tall and built like a bull” Glenn smirked slapping Eugene’s thick thigh for effect “He’s not my type, too arrogant, and again he’s straight” Eugene replied, deciding to play along with what ever had come over Glenn “So you’re gonna break Kevin and Courtney up and then get the hottest girl in school to date you a big hunky nerd” Glenn’s eyebrow cocked “You say that like its a bad thing” Glenn got up from his seat, Eugene hadn’t noticed that the bell had gone for lunch and the class was emptying. Glenn jogged off to follow Courtney, so Eugene was left alone. Rhodes the math teacher called after Eugene in the emptying corridor “Eugene, how’s the college hunt going” Rhodes was a little shorter then Eugene, but was just as thick with muscle. His suit looked painted on and dangerously close to bursting. “Good, had an interview with CalTech, MIT and Cambridge” Eugene smiled “Cambridge” Rhodes nodded “Didn’t know you were thinking about going abroad, you know their systems are different to ours” “Yea I know” Eugene explained “They had me do the push up, pull up and sprint tests “ “I’m sure you will get in” Rhodes grinned “You study more then any student I’ve had, and it shows, your very smart and very big” “So are you” Eugene joked back Rhodes bounced his pecs and regretted it as the shirt popped open. “Fuck…… that’s what I get for trying to be funny” Rhode scolded himself “And forget I swore” “Done” Eugene smirked “I’m gonna get lunch, but we should talk about my other applications” “Yea we should, Harvard and Princeton have you on a weight bench while you’re interviewed” Rhodes answered while trying to pull his shirt back over his pecs “We should practice, tomorrow meet in the library at lunch, we’ll start then” “Sure thing” Eugene nodded as he jogged off towards the canteen ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene’s mates were no where to be seen when he got to the canteen, they’d probably already gone to the library to burn off some energy before gym next period. “Hey, Eugene” A soft voice asked soon after Eugene had sat down to eat It was Leon, a cute blond boy from the drama club. He was the odd mix of nerd and jock, he had the height and natural build of a jock, 5ft4 with slender shoulders. But he studied a lot, Eugene had even seen him in the library a few times, so he had a tight ripped body, one that Eugene had stared at a lot in the locker room. “Hey…” Eugene greeted the nerves obvious in his voice Leon rocked a little on his toes, like he was nervous too. What did he have to worry about, a few BurgerKings and he’d be an Abercrombie model in no time flat Eugene thought. He wore enough of their stuff, the baggy shirts and loose fitting jeans. Just Leon’s jeans hugged his ass too well, just like how Eugene wore his jeans, jus like how a nerd wore their jeans. “I was wondering if you could help me with my interview for Cambridge, I know you’re already had yours” Leon asked “Yea sure, they see how fast you run 100 meters, how long it takes to do 100 pull ups and push ups” Eugene explained “And the normal questions throughout” “Cool, what did you wear” Leon asked “I wore suits for my other interviews, but academics weren’t that big with them” “Oh, I’ve worn study shorts too all of I’m” Eugene nodded “No shirt” Leon questioned Eugene shook his head “Why would I need one, do you study with a shirt on” Leon’s eyes widened a little, Eugene couldn’t tell why, he was probably shocked at how big a nerd Eugene was. “Me and Rhodes are practicing for my other interviews tomorrow in the library at lunch, I can help you then” Eugene said stuffing a mouthful of chicken breast into his mouth “OK, but I’m wearing a shirt” Leon smiled as he walked away ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene was just finishing lunch as Glenn slid into the seat next to him. His vest was sweating and he had a massive smirk on his face. “I just jogged home and back” Glenn stated “Ok” Eugene looked at the clock “You’re slower then normal” “Really, I thought I was fast, it felt great though” Glenn smirked pulling out his phone Eugene downed the last of his lunch as Glenn started tapping away on his phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Glenn shouted, the lunch ladies jumped “What” Eugene asked calming Glenn down Glenn looked deep in thought for a moment “I’ve been playing this game, like SIMS, it lets me control THE…. I mean A world, and I did some big changes and now my game can’t undo them” Glenn explained “Just reset the game, or change things back” Eugene offered “I can’t, the game saved my changes as the default” Glenn sighed “What game does that” Eugene asked getting up to head to gym “This one apparently, but I can work around it, just need to make some more changes” Glenn smiled
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    Varsity

    “Fuck” Marty exclaimed as his forehead slammed into the top of the doorframe Luckily no one noticed, the hall was too noisy. He took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold and into his high school, ducking his head a little as he did so. The noise died, eyes watching him, he smiled and puffed out his chest. He could actually hear the treads of the gold’s gym tank he wore strain. Maybe he’d gotten too big, he thought. Then he chuckled to himself, his laugh deep and oozing dominance, no such thing as too big he corrected himself. His fellow students were silent as he passed, his wide size 18 sneakers thudding with each step. There was even the sound of flesh slapping flesh, Marty was free balling. He thanked his mom for putting out some clean black basketball shorts this morning, any other colour and his soft arm sized meat would be plainly visible bounced against his tree trunk thighs. At least it could be mistaken for a trick of the light. He stopped at his locker, his insanely wide shoulders forcing the students either side of him to take a step back. Their eyes wide with realisation at who he was. Yea, that’s right, I’m Midget Marty, he thought to himself, his internal voice still his old nasally one and not the Barry White like bellow he now boasted. He knew it would be hard to see any of the old Marty in his new body. No glasses, no zits, no terrible nerdy clothes. He only wore tanks and shorts now, he’d hadn’t had time to order new everyday clothes, only the couple sets of workout gear he’d gotten after his growth. He scratched at his chiselled jaw, stuffing his bag into the locker, he’d get it before class, he had something to do first. Closing the locker with a light flick of his wrist, caused his bicep to swell. He heard a girl gasp, he smirked. Then noticed the entire wall of lockers shake when he accidentally slammed his locker closed. “Still gotta get used to that” he muttered to himself, the strength took some getting used too He continued past the silent students, some took a couple pictures. He tried to flex his arm or bounce his heavy pecs in time with the flashes of their cell phones. Heading towards the school gym thinned the crowd of students. He let out a sign, it was hard for Marty to return to school. He’d spent most of the Christmas break flexing and working out, making YouTube videos about his epic body. He’d been a cocky beast for the last couple weeks, but now he was having to deal with people who knew the old him. His phone buzzed, a couple reblogs from his tumblr, it had changed a lot in recent days. No anime reblogs, just flexing pics. And his PayPal had noticed the difference. Catching sight of a mirror on a wall of the hallway set his new show off mentality off. He pulled his phone out of the skin tight pocket of his shorts, his shorts were so tight at the back, you could probably read the serial number off his phone, not to mention count the hairs on his muscle ass. Completely relaxed, without flexing or having any sort of pump, he snapped a selfie. Then another and then another. Marty looked over them and picked the best one. “First day of school after Christmas, looking swole, hope sophomore year sees more gains” he typed and posted the selfie onto his tumblr. Instantly there was a burst of reblogs. He smiled and pushed the door to the gym open and headed in, not hitting his head this time. Marty was looking for the coach, he’d made a promise to Marty before Christmas and with all this growth he couldn’t refuse him now. Marty had wanted to be on the team for ages, always asking for a tryout. But he was refused, he just wasn’t good enough, or tall enough, or fit enough. He was all of those things now. His fist thudded heavily against coaches door. “Come in” Coach called Marty opened the door and ducked into the room. “Holy fuck” Coach said a smile on his face “Sorry… Shouldn’t of cursed” Marty shrugged his huge shoulders. “It’s ok coach” he said “Coach…” The teacher questioned “Did I train you when you were here at highschool” Marty laughed “No it’s me Marty, I’m here about that tryout you promised if I…well… Got bigger” Coach nodded, barely any shock on his face, he must of heard the rumours about Marty’s growth. Coach gestured for Marty to take a seat. Marty lowered his meaty muscle ass down onto the office chair in front of Coach’s desk. His big hand having to pull his salami like cock out from between his thick legs. He’d learned the hard way not to sit on it. The chair creaked, but it didn’t break, Marty breathed a sigh of relief. His pecs heaving with the breath. “So about that tryout coach” Marty asked expectantly Coach laughed “Kid…” He shook his head at Marty “Don’t you think your a little big for the swim team”
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    Pizza Night

    “You didn’t have to make me dinner” Yuri said His boyfriend Drake appeared in the living room with a tray, a homemade pizza glistened on it. The fat and grease bouncing the light from the overhead lamp in the most delicious way possible. Drake was shirtless again, showing off his toned stomach and chest. The red cap that Yuri had brought him for christmas was turned back on his silky smooth hair and dark sweats hung low on his trim hips. Drake smiled lightly, eye twinkling. Everything about him glowed now, his glossy hair, his tanned skin, his sparkling white teeth. He was just perfect. “No, I did” Drake explained as Yuri sat down on the sofa to watch TV The sofa creaked under Yuri’s bulk, unlike Drake he was lump of a man, and none of it muscle. Drake joined him on the sofa, placing the tray on Yuri’s substantial belly. Yuri started to eat and Drake snuggled close to him, the boy’s model like face pressed against Yuri’s flabby shoulder. Between mouthfuls of pizza Yuri muttered “This is really good” Drake smirked, his eyes on the TV though “I know, it is my third attempt though” Yuri chuckled, Drake had always been a bad cook. “I just wanted to make it up to you after…..” he paused Yuri finished the sentence “After you changed” The couple went quiet, only the sound of Yuri chewing and the TV could be heard. Three days ago Yuri returned from work to find his unemployed boyfriend wasn’t a greasy lard ass anymore, he was a walking wet dream. Drake had used some special words and a mix of household items to create a magic potion which had changed every physical detail about him. Seems you can find anything on the internet these days. Yuri was furious, Drake wasn’t the nerdy guy he fell in love with, he was like the gorgeous guys who never looked at Yuri twice. Drake though settled Yuri’s worries, Drake said he didn’t care how Yuri looked. Drake had changed his entire body for himself, he wasn’t like Yuri, he wasn’t confident in how he looked. Yuri understood that, it had taken him years to come to terms with how he looked, but he still was worried that Drake would leave him. Drake broke the silence “You know I’m not going to leave you” Yuri nodded, his mouth full of another slice of pizza, he’d already eaten half of it. “Though are you sure you don’t want to change yourself” he asked hopefully Yuri shook his head, he and Drake had already had this conversation. “Ok……” Drake bit his lip, rubbing his hand down Yuri’s flabby legs “Well don’t be angry” Yuri almost choked on the pizza, Drake hadn’t made the pizza to make up with him, Drake had made it to change him. Yuri threw the tray off his stomach, Drake slipped back to the far side of the sofa. “You fucking tricked me” Yuri shouted Drake just looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He made himself so damn cute, Yuri could feel his anger dying down. Yuri sighed “Ok, what did you do” Drake smiled widely and started to explain in quick sentences. “So…I added a shit tonne of beef, for muscle” Drake even flexed his own nicely toned arm for effect “The cheese is a mix of various European cheeses, should give you a good mixed look” Yuri while listening rested his hand on his bloated stomach, he noticed his shirt wasn’t as strained as it normally was. The change had already started. Drake was still explaining “Ohhhhhhh and extra salami for…. well, your salami” Yuri couldn’t help but chuckle. Drake shrugged “You know I’m a size queen” Yuri looked at the tray on the floor, luckily what was left of the pizza hadn’t landed on the carpet, a carpet which the unemployed Drake hadn’t vacuumed yet. Drake saw where he was looking. “Yea, you probably should finish eating it” Drake nodded “What you ate would make you about my size, but I would like to have to look up at you again” Yuri smiled, Drake had been a few inches shorter then him before, now the gorgeous boy looked his chubby boyfriend in the eye. “How big” Yuri asked getting up to grab the pizza Drake bit his lip again, Yuri just waited for a reply while he ate the last of the magic pizza. “Well…. I brought you some size 22 sneakers if that gives you any hint to your new height” Drake smirked Yuri just gulped the last bite of the crust a little worried about what was about to happen to him.
  14. “How many is that” I asked my best friend Greg He was perched on one of the benches, soaking wet and huddled away from the cold. A thick hooded coat protecting him from the rain, while I was in some skintight athletic gear. “17″ He stated “You’re not even winded yet are you” I shook my head “I think I can go for another dozen laps” “Damn…..” Greg looked up from under his wet hood He was like how I’d been before the change, short and skinny. Looks wise I’d been plain and spotty, whereas Greg was adorable in a dorky sort of way. Now though I was tough, sculpture and as solid as a rock. We’d even tested it, a day after I’d changed Greg hit me a couple times with a baseball bat, the wooden one broke, then the metal one dented. I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but I woke up and was suddenly taller then doors and built like a brick wall. The first couple hours were just me getting to know this new body, then Greg called me, some girl had gained powers and used them accidentally, it was all over the news, many thought it was a hoax, but I told Greg what had happened to me. He had all sorts of theories, aliens, the government, solar flares. He was even more sold on it being the government when they announced the existence of super-humans yesterday after some guy lost control and destroyed a city block. Greg had gone crazy over it, he’d already worked out that I was super fast and super strong and he was convinced I could fly. He wanted me to become a superhero, so that’s how we ended up in the rain, with me doing laps to test my stamina. I wasn’t sold on the idea, I just wanted to finish high school and play video games. Though the new body was nice, but banging my head on doorways was an annoyance. The real prize was bouncing between my legs, a rounded heavy bulge where there hadn’t been one a week ago. I slowed down, I was hidden behind some trees. Greg couldn’t see me. I heaved out my cock, it slapped with a meaty thud against my thighs. I smiled down at it, I’d barely let it go soft since I woke up with it tenting my bed sheets moments after the legs failed on my bed causing it to crash to the floor waking up the entire house. Though I’d had to give up jerking it when Greg was around. I grip[ed my soft cock and started to jerk, my hands going like lightning. Just a whirlwind of movement as my cock went from soft to rock hard in seconds flat, already throbbing from the super fast hand job I was giving myself. Super-speed was fun. I leaned my head back, the rain pelting my chiselled face. Fuck being a superhero, fuck fighting super villains, I’d settle for doing this 24/7. I let out a gasp as my cock exploded, cum splattering over a nearby tree. The first couple shots even chipped away at the bark. I took in some deep breaths, that had winded me a little. I forced my softening cock back into my pants. I could go for another round, but Greg would get suspicious. I started running back, darting pass 17 trees all coated in cum from my previous laps.
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    Big Wes Gets Shrunk

    Wes pulled at the skin tight fabric of his blueish speedo, it was riding up again, pulling close to his overdeveloped muscle ass. Not to mention the farm animal sized bulge hanging low between his meaty thighs. He rolled his shoulders and pulled his lips up into a cocky smirk. With one more tug of his speedo he stepped out of the hut and onto the beach. Wes jogged down the beach front, all eyes on him and his heavily built hairy chest as the two pec muscles bounced, though a number of eyes stared with drool on their lips as his speedo strained with each thudding step down the sandy shore. He knew how beastly he was, a hair under 7ft8 and over 300lbs of pure muscle. Wes had always been a prime piece of eye candy, and he knew it. Wes had spent around half an hour just moving up and down the beach, stopping to stretch out his huge arms and to bend down and touch his toes so his meaty ass was flexed to the delight of a peering beachgoer. It was during one of these stops when he felt a sharp sting shoot up his ankle, it caused his hefty calf muscle to seize up and Wes fell to one knee. Wrapped around his size 22 foot was a brightly coloured jelly fish, it’s long tendrils had wrapped around his ankle and the main body sat atop his wide foot. The gentle lapping of the waves cooled the pain slightly, but the jelly fish seemed to pulse and the pain was throbbing in time with the pulsating jiggling body latched onto his foot. “Fuck” Wes bellowed, a few gulls jumped into fight as his voice travelled down the beach He gingerly pulled at the tendrils, the jellyfish stinging each of his thick fingers as he did. Once his ankle and foot were free he rose quickly and kicked the pulsing jellyfish into the ocean. It flew far and Wes could barely see it or its splash as it landed into the churning sea. Wes gave his foot a once over. It wasn’t inflamed, or red, and the pain had even subsided. He just shook it off as an oddity, something to tell his roommates. Wes was slightly shaken though, the incident had knocked him off his cocky stride. Wes stood tall, rolled his shoulders and gave his swollen bull balls a heft before starting back to the beach hut to change and head home. Around half way back to the hut Wes noticed the bouncing of his meaty chest muscles wasn’t as buoyant as normal, looking down he gasped. His forest of richly coloured chest hair was gone and he could see his feet for the first time since he was 17. He stood still, his hand feeling up the softer, flatter plains of this chest. Then tracing the ridges of his abs, they too were different. Not as deeply cut as before, and they’d lost the forest of hair that had coated them to perfection. He looked around, no eyes on him anymore. Not even an odd stare, no one had noticed Wes’ magnificent hard earned muscles deflate. Two teenagers jogged pass him, both heading towards the water. They were lean, spotty and like looked like most teenagers, but they towered above Wes. He almost gasped he was over 7ft tall, these boys must be both at least 8ft. Then another beachgoer passed, they where much taller then Wes as well. “I’m smaller” he gasped in realisation Then he gasped again, his voice was soft and chimed like a bell, not the fog horn boom it had been. He looked around worried, pulling his arms close, trying to hide his lean chest from view. He started to run back to the hut. His feet weren’t making thuds any more, his weight having dropped over 200lbs. His speedos which should of been slipping down his diminishing thighs weren’t. His massive meaty ass and hefty horsecock kept them from falling to his ankles. Wes was still running, his change of stature having knocked his sense of distance off. He had no idea how far the huts were anymore, his shorter lean legs having run for what felt like miles. His short styled brown hair was now longer and bouncing in front of his eyes as he ran, so he never saw the body board on the sand ahead of him. Wes tripped and landed on the board, his hard muscle ass softened and even plumped up as he fell. It cushioned his fall and caused the now boyish Wes to bounce a little as he landed. Before Wes could pull himself up a shadow fell over him, a tall, broad dark skinned man stood over him. His massive hands on his hips and a red speedo bulging immensely before Wes’ eyes. “You ok little man” the man boomed Wes swallowed nervously, his own oversized bulge deflating, which it seemed to do as the huge man spoke. The speedo now tight against his flat crotch, though at the back his heavy ass cheeks peeked out the top of blueish speedo. “I’m ok” Wes answered his voice musical As Wes spoke the huge black could of swore that the boys lips plumped up. His eyes widened and one of his huge hands gave his heavy black nuts a scratch through his speedo. Wes swallowed nervously again as the huge man offered a hand, Wes knew it wouldn’t be the last time he swallowed today.
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