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  1. “Please sir you need to help me” “This guy has been chasing me for miles” “I kinda drank his drink by accident and he freaked” “What do you mean I don’t look like I need help” “Mate….. stop joking, I’m not huge” “Why should I just look at myself” “Holy shit…. you are right” “Fucking huge” “My chest man, so big and solid” “Look at these arms” “Yea…. I do have amazing arms” “Thanks for helping me……notice things” “I don’t need your help any more” “What….. no I’m not going to hurt the guy” “I’m just going to talk about getting some more of his drink” “You drank all of it” “Shit…you thought that was the growth serum” “No…that was the shrink serum for the guys at the gym” “Yea, you two are going to be really small” “I’m not sure, no taller than 4 and a half foot” “Well panicking isn’t going to help” “You are going have to live with looking at people crotches now” “What was that…sorry your voices are really high pitched now” “Oh…give you some of the growth serum” “No, it won't work, the shrink serum ruins the effects of it” “But, I probably should thank you both, now there is more serum for me” “Don’t worry, when I’m a giant I could always use some bed warmers” “You know I shouldn’t really drink the entire pint glass…” “It would be an overdose, I could grow into a giant” “Oh well, what the hell” *glug, glug* “Fuck…that was nasty” “No pain, no gain” “You know if I get really big I’m going to carry the two of you in my jockstrap”
  2. “Thanks for saving me” Charlie said to the taxi driver after shouting the name of a hotel at him “Its ok, looked like you needed saving” the driver said trying not to laugh at the shaken musclebound stud in the back seat “Yea… they just went crazy, clawing at me” Charlie said, using his thickly muscled arms to hide his bare broad chest “They tore my shirt off” The driver looked at Charlie in the rear view mirror. His eyes tracing the curve of Charlie’s thick shoulders and rounded pecs. The guy was a real specimen, no wonder the girls had wanted a piece of him. The traffic cleared and the driver turned his attention to the road. “Does that happen a lot” the driver asked Charlie shook his head, his styled hair bouncing a little and his dark sunglasses falling down his perfectly shaped nose a little. “No, its never happened” Charlie said confused The big stud’s eyes were looking down at his pecs, slowly each bounced, like he was testing them out. His arms held out in front of himself and slowly twitching and flexing. The driver caught sight of this display, he wondered if the heartthrob was high. It looked like he’d never seen his own body before. “You ok” the driver asked Charlie nodded, a hand running down his abs and down to his crotch. “Jesus Christ” Charlie exclaimed, his eyes wide behind his sunglasses The driver had to swerve out the way of another car as his looked back to see Charlie staring down at his bulging jeans, both hands cradling the basket between his thick thighs. “Sorry, sorry” Charlie said quickly, noticing the chaos he just caused He kept looking back down to his crotch, a cocky smile appearing on his perfect face. The big guy went quiet for a while, letting the taxi driver just drive. Charlie had finished feeling himself up, his attention still partly on his own crotch. He kept pushing this meaty thighs together to get the bulge to bounce a little. The rest of his attention was on the small necklace he wore. A highly decorated cross sat trapped between his rock hard pecs. Charlie pulled it free and held it between his fingers. He muttered quietly “The women said this would grant my wish…” The driver’s focused on the road and didn’t see Charlie take the necklace off. Suddenly the big muscled stud wasn’t sitting in the back of the taxi anymore, some skinny blond guy was. His flat chest and flabby gut bare to the air, his baggy jeans not full to the brim with muscle and cock meat. Charlie squeaked in shock, his voice now high pitched. Before the driver would turn to see what was wrong he got the necklace back on and leaned his broad muscled shoulder into the car seat with a sigh of relief. “We are here” the driver announced as the taxi stopped outside a slightly run down hotel The driver guessed the big stud was a student backpacking, he looked like he could be the right age. Though the squared jawed hunk could be in his late 20s, he just had one of those youthful yet manly faces, and bodies. Charlie tossed a handful of money into the front seat, twice what he needed to pay. He climbed out the taxi, the sun glittering off his tanned skin. He was still playing with the cross and was deep in thought. “I wanted to be a heartthrob, to be irresistible” Charlie was muttering The taxi driver laughed as he watched Charlie’s firm muscle ass vanish into the hotel, a gang of beautiful women already starting to follow him. The poor lug obvious to the pack of horny girls soon to get their claws into him.
  3. Pete or ‘Squirt’ as he was quickly becoming known around campus was regretting pledging at the Zeta Alpha Zeta Fraternity, they were the jocks and preppy alphas of the college. He was only being considered for the frat because of how wealthy his dad was. The nickname though had come around the first night, the brothers got all the pledges to line up and Pete had stupidly stood next to a basketball player and a brick shit house who’d just joined the football as a linebacker. The brother’s laughed at him, but the linebacker who was Pete’s roommate and decent guy called Drake said 'Leave the squirt alone’, and the nickname stuck. Pete wasn’t stupid so he embraced the name and took all the mocking and humiliation that the brothers dished out. It worked, Pete’s money and thick skin got a lot of attention and the brothers accepted him along with a bunch of the hottest guys in freshmen year into the frat. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt wasn’t even on Dionysus’ radar when the god of wine arrived at one of Zeta House’ legendary parties. He was pretty impressed by the Zeta boys set up, they’d converted their house’s huge dining room into a makeshift bar, and Dionysus would be posing as the bartender for the night. But the little nerd quickly got the gods attention, everyone else in the frat were already frat boys, Squirt messed with the demographic of Dionysus new priests. He needed guys who were ready to party, who loved to drink and loved sex, little Squirt needed to change. He looked idiotic in the baggy red Zeta shirt, the frat only made the shirts in large and X-large, they didn’t expect a little guy to ever wear one. “Here you go little guy” Dionysus smiled He handed Squirt a large glass, a golden liquid filled it to the brim. “I didn’t order anything” Squirt said confused Dionysus leaned in “I’m doing you a favour, you’re a frat boy now, you need to start drinking, or your new brothers might regret bringing you into the frat" Squirt thought for a second, Dionysus continued to smile almost worried that Squirt wasn’t gonna drink it, but the little nerd downed the glass in one go. Dionysus smirked and moved back to his bar tending, proud at how quick the kid had downed that drink, his new temple would be in good hands. Squirt leaned against the bar, his arms draped along it. He watched his new brothers drink and dance with the dozens of sorority girls they’d invited. He cracked his neck, it felt like his back was straighter, making him feel taller. The bar seemed to be moving further down his back, a second later his bony ass was resting on it. He’d gone from leaning to sitting on the bar a minute after downing Dionysus’ drink. His shoes stretched as they caught up with his new height. His jeans shrunk into shorts, barely making it halfway down his skinny thighs. The Zeta shirt was still baggy on him, but it stopped above his bellybutton. Showing off his flabby stomach. He didn’t notice it however, he was focused on the party, making sure everything was OK. “Party, Drink, Fuck, Party, Drink, Fuck” a voice chanted This was the party part, he was resting before throwing himself into the fray. He’d mingle, he’d wing man, he’d hookup, then he’d fuck. The drinking would happen throughout. He involuntarily gripped the bar as the bones in his hands snapped into a larger shape, the wood splintered slightly as change spread up from the reshaping bones. His forearms thickened and his biceps bulged, his skin tanned and the arms of the Zeta shirt faded from reality. Every new swollen muscle flexed, like they were getting used to their sudden size. “You cut the arms off before even putting the shirt on” a voice explained “You do that for every shirt, why hide your godly arms” the voice continued His small thighs started to spasm, each movement made the thigh grow. The muscle fibres stretching and thickening, his calves were the same. By the end his thighs looked to be permanently flexed, so thick and well shaped. “Always wear shorts, if you swim wear speedo, show off your legs” a voice commanded “And never wear underwear” Squirt smiled and ran his new large hand over his flabby waist, his fingers running over the skin beneath the waist of his jean shorts, he never wore underwear since he worked out how to use his cock. His touch jolted his stomach muscles to life and the fat melted from his torso, the skin darkening to a golden tan, complete without tan lines. “Always tan naked” a voice cooed His abs popped through the skin, two, four, six. His adonis belt appeared as the fat melted. His stomach and waist was tight and ripped, fitting in with his long muscled arms and legs. His Zeta shirt started to fill up as his shoulders packed on pounds of muscle and his chest inflated into two hard slabs of pec meat. “Got to have big show muscles” a voice echoed through Squirt’s head As Squirt’s body changed his mind changed with it. Expert skill at beer pong, playlist mixing and that ability to down any drink faster than anyone else replaced everything to do with college, with literature, with a life outside of the frat. “You belong to Zeta, you are Zeta” a voice explained “An everlasting student, always and forever a frat boy” Squirt was immortal now, he smiled as that dawned on him. He would party, drink and fuck forever, always having a fresh flock of teens to bring into the voices influence. He knew the voice’s name now, it was his god Dionysus. Squirt turned and the barmen winked at him, Dionysus poured out a drink and then dropped a shot of something into it. “You’re missing two things Squirt” Dionysus said both from his barmen body and inside Squirt’s head “A face and cock worthy of that body” Squirt downed the drink and pulled Dionysus in for a kiss, the god allowed it, he had made it Squirt’s instinct after all. Once the frat boy finished every drink he’d mouth fuck the nearest hottie, and Dionysus had to admit Squirt was a good kisser, and the god hadn’t even changed that skill yet. “Thanks master” Squirt cooed, his voice dropping an octave half way through Dionysus winked and left Squirt to it. He’d make a good high priest the god thought. ——————————————————————————————————— Squirt pulled at his jeans, the zipper straining against his now monstrous cock. His face had just finished cracking into a new shape. It was confident, chiseled and very frat boy looking. A couple girls passed and giggled. Squirt winked at them, he was living up to his name, Squirt made the girls squirt. He would have been called stretch, but his frat brothers didn’t know how big his cock was and how much it would stretch their straight virgin holes till after they’d named him. Those memories weren’t real though, a clever way for Dionysus to make the frat easier to control, nothing better than a big fat cock fucking you to bring you into line. “Hey big man” Drake shouted over the music as he looked up at Squirt “Hey” Squirt slapped him on the back as Drake leaned against the bar next to him His big hand slid down Drake’s body and cupped his sculptured ass. “Very nice, won’t have to do much work with his one” Dionysus echoed through Squirts head Soon all the frat will be hearing Dionysus, all Squirt needed to do was fuck them for real, not like the fake memories Dionysus had implanted to spread the knowledge that Squirt was the big man on campus. Drake looked up a little nervously at Squirt, his own arm wrapped around Squirt’s waist. “Come with me” Squirt ordered and he led Drake out of the main room The frat house was slowly changing as Dionysus used the last of his power to take it over. Photos changed from grinning preppy frat boys, too near naked playful party animals. The first floor rooms morphed into party rooms, like the entire frat house was just for drinking and music. Every frat boy wore the cut-off Zeta shirt like Squirt did, six packs being a new requirement for pledging. Squirt took Drake by the hand and brought him up the stairs to his room. Squirt had never slept in his room, but it reflected the fake memories that Dionysus created. The bed was coated in sweat and cum, the room reeked of long hours of sex. “Strip” Squirt ordered Drake pulled off his jeans and tossed his shirt to the floor, Squirt smiled. Dionysus appeared in the corner, the god was eager to watch his priest make his first conversion, he could already feel his power growing as Drake’s desire to get fucked grew. Squirt pushed Drake onto the bed, the big football player fell onto it like he weighed nothing. Squirt quickly stripped and pulled Drake’s thick legs wider apart. The bed creaked as Squirt moved onto it, his monster swelling and already dripping with pre-cum. Other frat brothers made their way into Squirt’s room, it was the inner sanctum of Dionysus’ temple now. Some started to worship Squirt, a couple joined Dionysus at his perch and kissed his hands and arms. “This might hurt” Squirt explained, stroking Drake’s hair affectionately, he then gripped Drake’s hair fiercely “Who am I kidding, this is gonna tear you apart”
  4. Jason and his buddies weren’t really the social butterflies that inhabited instagram, he mostly just used it to perv on hot girls. Him and his mates only really used any social media to keep in touch to organise their Dungeon and Dragons session. But one day Jason was on the bus heading home from the comic books store he was just playing around on his phone, ogling the slutty pics of this hot blonde he’d taken a shine too. He noticed a flashing icon. He’d never seen it before, just a simple button with a stylised J. He clicked it. The image of his spotty greasy face appeared, it had opened up the camera. Jason was a little freaked suddenly seeing his own reflection. In his haste to get his own ugly mug out of his sight he clicked the shutter button and the phone faked a shutter click and took a photo. The picture that appeared on Jason’s screen wasn’t Jason. It had the same shocked and hurried expression, some slight blurring around the edges from the fast movement of the head. But the face wasn’t Jason, it was some young good-looking guy, he looked a couple years older than Jason. Like he could pass for a college senior and not the college freshmen who still looked like a high schooler that Jason was. The guys hair wasn’t flat and greasy, it lush and styled. His jawline well defined and squared, a faint dusting on stubble decorating it. The eyes were bright blue, with a hint of arrogance behind them. Jason sat back in his seat, and then nearly threw himself out of it. His entire body was different. His nerdy shirt which had been baggy to hide his skinny shape was tight around meaty shoulders and pecs. His biceps straining the sleeves, a vein running over the semi flexed arms. Jason brought the camera back up, the moving live image of the guy from the photo’s face appeared. It was Jason. An instagram notification popped up, ‘please rate the new jock filter’. Jason looked at it and then back to his newly muscled body. His legs longer and thick, new large feet filling out huge sneakers. He gave the filter 5 stars. That was weeks ago. Since then Jason had introduced his buddies to the filter, after he calmed them down when a 6’3 jock turned up wearing Jason’s clothes and wanted to be their dungeon master. He used the filter on them all, oddly his instagram was the only one with the filter. Now his friends were all jocks, and all taking full advantage. Kyle had joined a frat, Luke had joined the football team and Jason was just talking every hot girl he could into bed. He’d even started using instagram to house pictures of his new body instead of using it for walk bank material. The new Jason was becoming very popular. The gym picks of the three friends getting a lot of responses and the live streams Jason hosted just talking about comic books while in his bulging underwear were very popular. The hot blond girl Jason had been jerking off over before he used the filter had even started messing him after she noticed he’d liked a load of her pictures. He’s ignored her, he felt he didn’t have to settle for a 7, he was aiming for 8s or above now.
  5. Chad had just transferred to his new high-school and he was already confused by the student body’s fascination with Berty Williams. Berty was tiny, a speck of a person. Around 5f6 and as skinny as anything. He was spotty and sickly looking. Berty’s eyes were this abnormal green, but he hid them behind sunglasses all the time. Chad though was confused by how people treated him, the nerds acted like he was god. Girls sighed and fawned after him, and the jocks were terrified. Chad acted like he normally did, like the cocky jock he was. He’d made jokes about Berty and his odd rule over the school, his fellow jocks reacted with surprising horror and distanced themselves from Chad. He thought nothing of it till he found out that word about his disrespect had got back to Berty. The corridor cleared and Chad found himself alone facing Berty. The little nerd gestured to a restroom door. Chad snorted and followed Berty into the restroom. Berty smiled and started undressing, Chad laughed bemused as Berty revealed his skinny chest. Berty’s miniscule cock and balls got the loudest laugh from the much better endowed Chad. “What are you doing” Chad asked still laughing Berty just continued to smile, his eyes though flashed green behind his sunglasses. “I’m showing you why I’m in charge” Berty grinned Chad sniggered “Really…well all I can see is a baby dick” Berty’s face flushed red “You may regret that” “Oh, is this a you won’t like me when I’m angry sort of thing” Chad teased Berty grinned and groaned as his body started to ripple. His bones cracked as they inched taller, his muscles bloating with thicker fibres. Berty’s skin tanned and cleared. His greasy hair retracted into his scalp, leaving a short crew cut. Chad backed up against the wall as the nerd grew into a towering hulk. Berty’s feet flexed as they spread over the floor tiles. His legs rippled as the muscles pulsed larger. Berty’s tiny cock bobbed as it grew, more inches piling onto the measly manhood. His balls were pulled lower as they swelled and his hand gave them a quick squeeze. Berty stepped towards Chad as his body refined itself, his fat percentage dropped, his pubes grew thicker and stubble spread over his jaw. “This is why I’m in charge” Berty smirked, his voice deep and commanding Chad just nodded, his entire body shaking. “Whenever I want I can grow into all this” He brought his arms up into a double bicep pose “I get to be small little Berty and get to see how people really are, then I grow into Bert and teach then how they should act, usually I fuck their girl or give them a little beating…” Chad was sweating, melting under Bert’s gaze. Bert slapped his meaty dick against his big hand. “But you don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t want to break that pretty face…so I hope you understand how things are in MY school” Bert smiled “Or I may have to use this thing on you” Chad nodded and sped out of the restroom, Bert laughed to himself as his muscles began to deflate.
  6. Dear Sir, I saw the ad for your reality altering capabilities and I was wondering if you could help me out. You see, I’ve got this wonderful boyfriend. I love nothing more than falling asleep in his big beefy arms, or watching him lifting weights in our apartment. He’s perfect, almost perfect. Our trouble lies in the bedroom. When it comes to sex, he’s just so lazy. He lies down and just expects me to ride him. Its boring and pretty tiring on my end. I really wish I could just show him how I want to be fucked. To show him how to make a bed shake. I don’t have to body to do so, or the equipment down there to so. If you could perhaps size me up a bit. You know, just so I could give him a good example and maybe a little training in how I want to be used. It wouldn’t even have to be for that long, I won’t even want to be that big… probably. I hope your limitless powers are able to make this sort of thing happen. My limitless powers will be stretched… much like your boyfriend will be, but I’m able to fulfil your request. You should notice the changes very quickly, the suddenly change in height and stance will do that. Remember to flat those now enormous feet widely apart so you retain your balance, plus it gives the meat hammer between your tree trunk thighs room. I’d take a couple hours to get to know your new body before you introduce yourself to your boyfriend. Jerk off a few times, lift some weights or spend hours standing in front of a mirror bouncing those meaty slabs you have for pecs. I made some changes to your boyfriend too, he’s not going to know what feels good for a little bottom boy if he isn’t a little bottom boy. So that big manly body and fat throbbing cock are the opposite. He’s a cute little cock hungry twink. Hopefully you can use your new big muscles and horse cock to teach him how to swallow and handle meat of that size, then he can teach you… if you decide to return back to how things were. Just from checking on you I can see your were a complete bottom, so I had to change that. Can’t give you the body of a relentless power top and then not have you know how to use it. You boyfriend wouldn’t learn a thing from a muscle brute struggling to stuff his donkey dick into the keyhole tight hole I gifted him. You’ll be a natural at fucking, I even made sure the bed was a metal frame so you didn’t get struck with the cost of replacing it when you fuck it into oblivion. I can also recommend a good plasterer for that bedroom wall when you fuck your boyfriend through it. I’ll give you a few days to teach your boyfriend how to fuck, then you can change back to how things used to be… if you want of course.
  7. This is a new part of another series from my tumblr, only a few parts were ever posted but it was requested so much. Basically it focuses on stereotypes and switches them, but also greatly exaggerates them. This is a new introduction part just to give you all an idea of the sort of world it creates. The series focused on switching the stereotypes between Asians and Africans, I also did one where Celts and Scandinavians switched. Just a disclaimer, I don’t believe these stereotypes, please don’t send me angry messages about how they aren’t true, I know they aren’t. “Lapped you again” Leon shouted as he thundered pass Oliver The strapping dark skin athlete seemed able to fun for hours without breaking a sweat, his lean yet powerful legs throwing him along the running route with each long stride. Leon was the track star of the university. Multiple national medals from his time in high school and he was trying to get more. Oliver was the opposite, he’d never even gotten onto the track in high school, also just missing out. But things were different now, the coaches had seen how hard Oliver tried and how far he’s pushed himself, so they gave him a chance. He had to finish in the top 40 of the coming race and he’d be set, if he didn’t he’d be out. Oliver loves running, but most people just assumes he wasn’t athletic. It was partly racism as Oliver was short and skinny Asian guy, everyone assumed he was some math nerd.Oliver has some mild resentment towards Leon, the guy was naturally gifted. He even complained that he had to work to stay lean, his body just wanted to bulk up with powerfully thick black muscle. But Oliver could see how much Leon worked for everything, if only the guy wasn’t so arrogant. Leon on the other hand had a great deal of respect for Oliver, he could see how hard the guy was working and could see the passion he had for the sport. He just wasn’t that good at it, he was ok, but nothing like Leon. Oliver would never win any medals or break any records, Leon on the other hand was a year or two away from the World Championships and then the Olympics. Leon was widening the gap between the two runners again, Oliver vanishing away behind him. Leon looked over his shoulder just as Oliver disappeared from view as Leon descended a small hill, at the same time the entire world shifted. Reality twisted and the extreme imaginings of many became fact. Imaginings that jumped, centuries of caricature between two peoples switched between the two. Leon found himself falling down the hill, his skinny limbs waving wildly as he tumbled. Somehow he’d tripped on a rock, his tiny sneaker clad foot finding the only rock on the pristine grass running route. He thudded onto his back, his breath being knocked out of his skinny chest. He was very happy he’d worn contacts today, if it had been his thick rimmed glasses he’d have broken them. Leon wouldn’t stomach telling his parents he’d broken another set, at least these wouldn’t have been from behind knocked down by one of those massive Asian athletes who dominate nearly every sport on campus. And speaking of massive Asians, Oliver came over the hill. His enormous shoulders blocking the low lying sun for a second. His heaving pecs bouncing with each long limbed step. Oliver’s lush black hair covered by a grey beanie, his wide torso covered in a skin tight workout shirt and music blaring in his ears from a small phone clutched in his hand. The guy couldn’t wear any sort of holding for his phone when he went running, his immense biceps had snapped the last one he wore, nearly took his eye out. Leon gulped, he was embarrassing himself again. Oliver while built like a truck was an amazing running. His tree trunks legs could muster insane bursts of speed, and his stamina was legendary. But Leon suspected it wasn’t his stamina from running that had all the girls talking. The big lug came to a thundering stop, his gigantic sneaker class feet standing with a wide stance just in front of Leon. They are size 19, massive oversized dogs. Leon only knew because he’d seen these sneakers sitting on a bench in the locker room next to his own gym bag. The curiosity was immense, he’d nearly been caught opening the tongue to check the size when Oliver came out of the showers this muscles glistening. “Damn dude you ok” Oliver boomed down to Leon “Yea I’m ok” Leon complained, rising up on his elbows Oliver’s crouched down, he was smiling and actually looked concerned. A guy like Oliver didn’t need to be arrogant, he had everything already. As Oliver crouched his grey sweats bunched up around his meaty thighs, the outline of his long soft cock came into view. It hung in a hammock of cotton, the jaw breaking cock head was visible. Leon gulped again, the thing was terrifying. So big it added a second to Oliver’s sprints even with an industrial strength jockstrap holding the beast back. He’d heard Oliver complaining to some of his Asian jock buddy’s that his jockstrap has snapped on his morning jog. The straps around his meaty shelf like ass had given way, and a circus tent of a jockstrap was laying on the ground somewhere on campus. Leon knew that stretch of fabric could net Oliver a few hundred bucks if he sold it online to the right pervert. “Can you stand” Oliver asked Leon wasn’t listening, he was following the length of Oliver’s soft cock up to the rounded bulges of his orange sized nuts. Leon knew Asian guys were hung, but Oliver was something else. “You hit your head or something” Oliver asked laughing a little His massive strong mitt rubbed Leon’s closely cut tight curly hair. Leon pushes himself to his feet, the still crouching Oliver was only just shorter then Leon at his full height. The skinny black runner felt smaller and smaller as Oliver rose above him. Leon eyes level with the two wide slabs of muscle that hung from Oliver’s chest, he could see them flexing with each breath. Leon was standing with all his weight on one foot, his ankle hurt. He couldn’t apply any pressure to it. “Shit, you aren’t gonna be able to get back to campus on that” Oliver said with concern “Yea” Leon muttered with pain as he tried to stand on both feet again Oliver sighed and without a word wrapped a massive arm around Leon’s waist and tossed him over a hulking shoulder. “Hold on little dude” Oliver laughed as he started to walk back to campus with some speed Leon was too shocked to react, his eyes glued to the two rolling boulders that stretched out the back of Oliver’s sweats. Asians guys always had big round asses, Leon wished his could get even a bit of the juiciness that Oliver’s has. Leon knew his little cock was rock hard and digging into Oliver’s shoulder, the bouncing of Oliver’s steps kept making Leon grind his cock. Oliver just responded by gripping Leon’s flat ass tighter. Leon could have sworn he heard the big guy muttering how Leon should be careful. Leon was trying, but all this muscle and close contact was setting his horny little dick off. With each step Oliver took sound of his soft cock slapping his muscled thighs was getting louder and louder. Leon could even see it swinging back between Oliver’s legs, the fat cock head leaking against the light grey sweats. The beast was getting hard. Leon gulped again, Oliver had turned a corner into a sheltered wooded area. The big Asian walked off the path and into the trees. He slid Leon off his shoulder and gently dropped Leon onto his knees on the soft grass between some trees. “You want this” Oliver asked sounding anxious Leon just nodded, his mouth already watering. Oliver just dropped his sweats, his bare ass and legs open to the air. His huge rock hard cock shot upwards, sending a rope of thick pre-cum flying over Leon and splattering against a tree. “No homo” Oliver muttered as he forced the willing black runner’s mouth onto his donkey dick
  8. It had arrived. A towering cardboard box, a massive ‘fragile’ sticker on every side. Kevin’s name and address listed on it. He’d struggled to drag it up the stairs to his bedroom. His short slender arms wrapped around the top and his legs forcing everything they had to move the box up step by step. It was only when he got it pushed pass his bedroom door and slammed the door closed that he realised he probably should have pushed it up from the bottom. Kevin pushed the box upright, the ‘this way up’ arrow pointing to the ceiling. He tore at the cardboard, using his teeth and nails to rip the sellotape. Inside was another box. It was only just smaller then the box it had arrived in. It was crystal white and stylised to look like a box for a posh expensive gadget. The metallic lettering listing the box as containing a ‘NewU Alpha Class Bodysuit’. The front was transparent plastic, but Kevin was happy to see that the box did claim to be fully recyclable. The clear frontage showed the smiling face of a painfully handsome man. His dark hair tussled with smooth curls and dark stubble covering a chiselled jaw. The eyes were wide open, which while unnerving showed Kevin the bright green eyes he’d be looking out of from now on. The body was just as good, tanned and strong. It must have been hot in the delivery truck as the bodysuit was slick with sweat. Drips falling from the big pointed nipples which hung from two slab like pecs. Kevin couldn’t see much lower than the top of the bodysuits ripped abdominals. Kevin saw a piece of paper taped to the inside of the exterior box. He pulled it out and began to read it. “Greetings Dear Winner…” Kevin had won a prize draw for the bodysuit after entering a contest in the back of a comic book he read. These suits were all the range and costs tens of thousands. “…We are pleased to gift you the one of a kind bodysuit modelled on the beloved comic book character Firestorm” “We have listened to your concerns and added the extras you asked for. We hope you enjoy the suit and please don’t hesitate to call us if any issues occur” “Your friends, the NewU Public Relations Team” Kevin blushed as he saw the pages of changes and issues stapled to the first page. Hour long conversation Kevin had with the Relations Team all listed down. A comment Kevin had made about balance had led to the feet being enlarged by two sizes. A comment about being closer to the comic book look had led to the suits ass being around out and plumped up. Firestorm had a almost legendary set of glutes, the comics artists embracing the fan service and always drawing Firestorm with thick buns. Kevin tossed the pages onto his bed and moved to the back of the suit. He ripped it open, scanning the pictured instructions on the box on how to enter your suit. The Firestorm suit was a lot taller than Kevin, who was only 5’7. The shoulders very wide and nearly touching the sides of its box, Kevin was slim, barely any meat on his weak bones. The wide back was open, the inside a fleshy abyss just waiting for someone to climb into. Kevin started to pull off his clothes, he needed to be naked for the bonding to happen. He knew that when he climbed in there would be no going back. His parents knew what was happening, but they weren’t really in favour, which is why Kevin was rushing to get this over with. Kevin couldn’t wait to be Firestorm, the tall, gorgeous musclebound stud. He was imaging his new life at university as he gripped the sturdy sweaty shoulders of the bodysuit and lifted himself up so he could slip his feet into. Kevin could feel the suit already bonding to him as he forced his skinny legs down the thick trunks the suit called thighs. His crotch and ass landed on the seat like pelvic area which would hold Kevin in place while the bounding happened. With a final deep breath Kevin brought his face into the suit. He was too short for his eyes to match up with the suits eyes, they didn’t even get into the head, nor the neck. Kevin’s vision was only the inside of the suits chest as the back sealed itself behind him. The bounding was near instant. One-second Kevin was staring into darkness and next second he was looking out of the plastic front of the suit’s box at his messy bedroom. Kevin tried moving, he stepped back and instantly fell back onto his solid yet round bubble butt. He winced at the pain, his senses completely linked up to the suit. He heard a meaty slap. Kevin looked down, a couple dark curls falling into his view. Between his wide veiny thighs was a slab of fat cock meat. “Not what I meant when I talked about batons” Kevin said in the suits voice It sounded like the voice actor for Firestorm from the animated show Hero Squad. One hand grabbed at his thick neck and the other at the base of his thick cock. Kevin new everything about his new body would be either shocking and exciting. He pulled himself back to his feet, his huge cock slapping off his legs. Firestorm normally used to flaming batons to fight and when Kevin talked to the Relations Team they must have misunderstood him. Not that Kevin was complaining, but he didn’t think the new underwear he brought in preparation would fit the beast between his legs. Kevin steadied himself and moved towards his bathroom. The bathroom mirror showing his chest muscles moving with each step. His entire body twitching and flexing as if it was settling into its new occupant. His çock was hardening as he saw himself, rising high above the bathroom sink. Kevin’s new bull nuts fell into the sink, he was way too tall for his bathroom. He could barely see his own face in the mirror. Kevin peeked out of his room, he was checking his bedside clock. It was only 15:30. Hours till his parents returned home from work. Kevin’s new huge hands wrapped around his beer can fat cock. It was time to test out Firestorm’s baton.
  9. It was a worldwide organisation with membership in the tens of thousands, a club exclusively for extremely well endowed men. You had to have a 12inch or larger penis, they took men of any shape as long as they had a footlong. Luckily big dicks ran in my family, my older brother Ben was already a member. So I was a shoo-in, or I thought I was. They took my application and brought me in for the testing, a quick measurement to see if I met the requirement. So I ended up in a room filled with oddly perfect men, there wasn’t a single fat guy, or short ass anywhere. They all looked like underwear models, muscles stretching out their shirts and bulges bursting their zippers, I remember something about normal guys being allowed in. I had always thought it was weird that Ben had had a sudden growth spurt after joining, our family weren’t that lucky when it came to height and muscle growth. Big dicks being the only reason our family hadn’t died out years ago. But now me and Ben hardly looked like brothers, he now looked like a gym mad surfer and I still looked like my short skinny self. The club members got me and the other guy joining to strip. I was blushing, as was the chubby Brazilian teen next to me. My eyes shot out of their sockets as the sight of the monster cock hanging between his thighs, even soft it looked close to a foot. The guys measured him first. 10 inches soft, then with a couple strokes later, 13 erect. The guys cheered and the little Brazilian was brought into the club. They made him drink down a golden coloured shot soon afterwards, I guess it was an initiation as he looked like he was going to drop the second he swallowed it, but the hulking club members blocked my view. They measured me next, 7 soft and 11.5 erect. Half an inch away the mark. I measured it myself, batting away the big hands of the club member with the ruler. 12.5 inches, then they corrected me. They measured dicks a certain way, and that way took an inch off my length. They apologised, I wasn’t getting in. The parties and vacations filled with hot big dicks and busty sluts wouldn’t be open to me. Ben patted my back as the guys returned to the rest of their meeting, I quickly got dressed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Ben told me that 11inches wasn’t bad, he would say that, he was a member and could get anyone he wanted with a wink or a flex of his thick arms, I had to wait on word of mouth or whip my dick out. Before I left though Ben gave me a shot glass of some silver liquid. I drank it quick and turned to leave, I hadn’t got two steps before my head hit the floor. That was six months ago and I’d settled into my new life. Turned out that the club gave their members the perfect bodies for their giant cocks, but some unlucky guys got a different drink. So I had woken up in a completely new body, not even 5ft tall now. I was then gifted to this giant Brazilian man, who I later found out to be the guy who’d joined with me. I found out from him that Ben had joined with his college roommate, who’s brother was a member. The roommate like me didn’t meet the requirements, so he got shrunk and gifted to a newly giant Ben, he was Ben’s sex slave now. It was a policy only for wannabe members who had family in the club. I moved in with my Brazilian god, he was finishing up at high school so I was hard to explain to his parents even if in a few months we’d be moving into college dorms. His growth spurt and constant sexual activity were easy compared to little old me milking their son’s monster cock every hour. He turned out to be nice and treated me much better then most of the other club members. I was the only guy he fucked, there were a lot of girls getting his fat meat stick though. I heard stories when I worked as a waiter at the club, about how Ben was taking over his college campus, like a good club member was meant too, they ruled where ever they were, my master had already fucked his way to the top of the school. Ben though never spoke to me anymore, he acted like I didn’t exist. Like when I saw him at the club’s beach party. We were even next to each other at the bar. My face eye level with his bulging basket, he even offered to fuck me, he didn’t know who I was. My master made me feel better, giving me 13inches behind one of the beach huts. My big dick flopping about, looking crazy huge on my thin short body. They could give you a huge or tiny body, but couldn’t grow or shrink a dick, weird world.
  10. “Remember if you want to see more, join my OnlyFans page” Robby said before ending his filming One hand holding the towel around his waist together. A thick thigh pushed out to show some muscle, his enormous donkey dick safely packed away in some underwear hidden beneath the towel. He quickly typed up a description and posted it to his instagram page, his 1.3million fans already descending on the latest posting. Robby turned off his phone and tossed it through the bathroom door and onto his bed. He bent his head back and sighed, his thickly muscled neck flexed. He lifted up his arms, his biceps flaring and his huge hands palmed on the ceiling. Robby sighed again as he shook out his muscled body, he was still stiff from the night before. A long night of living it up as a towering black stud. His DJing career had really taken off and the extra attention and money he made from shooting shirtless pics or doing live videos in just some bulging briefs weren’t hurting him at all. But it was all a lie. As Robby shook his muscled started to collapse in on themselves. His pecs deflating, his shoulders thinning. A sickly crunch sounded as his arms and legs shortened, followed by Robby’s torso shortening by several inches. With a sound like a basketball being deflated Robby’s elephant like genitals shrunk into a pathetically small set of cock and balls. Robby’s tailored facial hair fell away, a few whips of blond hair appearing on a softening jawline. His shortly cropped black hair lengthened into a mane of straw like greasy blond locks. Robby’s deliciously dark skin was coming out in patches of ghostly pale white skin. The last part of Robby slipped away, the tattoo on his upper arm fading into the ivory skin. It was a few moments of discomfort for Robby, but soon he was back to his normal self, short, skinny and white Robert. To the outside world Robert and Robby were roommates, both guys who were DJs, but both guys with insanely different careers. Robert had been struggling for ages while Robby just appeared with his skin tight shirts and bulging basket and was suddenly the hottest thing around. While Robby’s fans knew he had a roommate and Robby had spoken highly of him they never seen the two guys together. But then it was impossible for them to do that, they were the same person after all. Robert had found out one day after being fire from another club that he could turn into Robby. He had no idea how it had happened, he was just so angry about working so hard and continuously being rejected. The now familiar feeling of discomfort fell over Robert, his skin, muscles and bones all rearranging themselves. His first time as Robby had been shocking, Robert’s clothes were too small. His jeans turning into bursting knees high skin tight shorts. His shirt sleeves tearing and riding up his newly ripped abdominals. Robert wasn’t sure what came over him, but he was suddenly confident, suddenly more assertive. He marched back into the club, his sneakers falling apart around his stomping size 15s and demanded the DJ job. The owner didn’t even notice the massive black guy was wearing the same clothes as the little white dude he’d just fired, or that he’d played the same set as that white guy. But Robby got the job and now he was a up and coming DJ, and possibly a soon to be porn star if the fans got their way and finally got to see the beast Robby was hiding. Robert headed back into his bedroom, it was actually Robby’s bedroom if anyone asked. The room Robert was meant to sleep in was barely furnished and nearly empty. He wasn’t going to buy two lots of stuff to furnish two bedroom. The only time anyone came over was when they wanted to ride Robby like a mechanical bull, they had no interest in Robert. Robby’s phone buzzed, a message on Insta. It was an offer, $500 for a snap of what was in Robby’s underwear right now. Robert looked down to his tighty-whities and the flat front. Nothing in there was worth $500. He replied back, send me the money and you’ll get your pic. The reply was instant, a very happy yes. Robert threw back his head and his body started to grow into black stud Robby. It was always more painful to turn into Robby so soon after another transformation. Within seconds Robby was back and the tighty-whities were screaming with the strain of Robby’s immense horselike cock and cum filled bull nuts. His phone buzzed again, a $500 deposit in his PayPal, with ‘sneak peak’ listed at the payment. Robby smirked, pulling open his underwear and snapping a pic of the coiled donkey dick within.
  11. Glenn’s fists slammed down his beefy cock, it had nearly tripled in size since yesterday and had been begging for release all day. Now he was home he could get around to it. His muscles glistened with sweat and he flexed an arm to tease himself with his own thick muscle boy looks. He was still shocked by how one simple miss-worded command on the Chronivac had changed the world. His room was weird, still nerdy, with comics and video games, just now a massive weight set dominated the room. Also the posters on the walls were strange, an Avengers poster with so little muscle it looked like a parody. Before he started his mammoth jerk off session he’d searched out some porn and was very disappointed. None of it was sexy, just flabby wheezing men fucking good looking girls. So instead he clicked through the TV to some random show, it was filled with huge hunky nerds living the dream of scoring a gorgeous girl and it was surprising erotic. The whole episode seemed to focus on how loud and powerful the main nerd character was in bed, it was better than porn. ——————————————————————————————————— “How was school” Howard, Eugene’s father asked Eugene as he handed him a bloated meat laden sandwich When Howard saw his heavily built son he knew something was up, he’d never seen Eugene walk with such confidence, never seen him puff out his impressive pecs so much. He was close to bursting out of his shirt when he swaggered into the kitchen, Howard was almost smirking when he ordered his son to remove his sweaty shirt. But he was most definitely smirking when Eugene pulled his shirt off so slowly and flexed every muscle as he did so. Looked like his big nerd was growing up. Now the father and son were both shirtless in the kitchen eating, Eugene was quiet and Howard was trying to read him, which scratching at his thick dark chest hair. “School was good” Eugene finally answered “You and Mr. Rhodes practice for your interviews” Howard asked “Tomorrow, I had gym though” Eugene added Howard grimaced, he remembered gym from his high school days, he hadn’t been as huge as Eugene, but he still was a big hung nerd. Horsecock Howard the jocks had called him, laughing as his immense basket bounced in his tiny shorts as he jogged. “Bad” Howard questioned “Not really, it was weird” Eugene say, a little smile on his lips “It felt amazing to show up the jocks, we played HUNK and I dunked the ball and kinda burst out of my shirt” Howard’s eyes widened “Guys over 6’4 aren’t aloud to dunk” “Yea” Eugene shrugged his thick shoulders “Felt good though” Howard nodded, he knew where this was heading, it had happened to him in college, his father had warned him and now it was time to warn Eugene, he’d have to be careful though. “So…..” Howard say pulling the conversation his way “You and Glenn are close” Eugene sniggered and Howard caught a glint in his eyes “He’s straight” Ok, not as subtle as you wanted to be Howard told himself. “There’s no one dad” Eugene shook his head, his long black hair fluttering around his solid hard features “Has there been anyone” Howard asked Eugene blushed, gotcha Howard smiled. “Ok, just be careful, you’re a big guy and thats a double ended sword” Howard started “You could hurt them” Eugene chuckled and Howard sighed “I mean with strength” He flexed an arm, Eugene gulped, knowing he’ll grow to be as big as that tree trunk bicep or even bigger “I was going to wait till you went to college, but if you’re….umm…. playing around” Howard said, Eugene smirked again, the boy trying to act like he hadn’t just lost his virginity “I probably haven’t told you about my time in college” Howard explained “You might think it was like how the films show, just me working out with my nerd buddies and studying” Eugene looked very curious, he’d heard so many stories from his older jock brother Matt, but never from his father. “It wasn’t” Howard smirked, his glorious college years coming back to him “I reached my size now just before I joined college, you’ll probably be the same, so prepare for that growth spurt” he warned “I was a 7’6 freshmen studying computer engineering, I was rock star” “What” Eugene asked suddenly confused Howard smirked “Something happens in college, it didn’t happen straight away, but people grow up, girls realise that a jock isn’t going to be a jock for long, he’s not going to join a professional team” Howard explained “Its the nerds that are going to make the money” Suddenly he talks in a whisper “You know your brothers girlfriend” Eugene nodded “Well she’s only with Matt for the social standing, but I know for a fact she’s fucking the nerd who tutors Matt” Eugene thought of Pablo, the 6’7 hispanic muscle nerd, how the hell was he boning Matt the football star’s girl. “I was doing the same thing when I was in college, the kids pulling a long standing tradition” Howard smirked “You set yourself up as tutor and you fuck every girl who signs up and especially the girlfriends of jocks” Eugene was dead quiet. “I know that won’t work for you, but it adds to what I’m trying to explain” Howard say “You grow up in college, most people still think that short wimpy jock types are hot, but believe me its guys like us who end up with the money and the girls…. or guys” Howard quickly added Eugene considered this, then he realised his parents were an example of this. His father was a nerd, a huge muscleman with millions in the bank, and his mother was a former Italian super model. He’d never considered his mother hot, but she just like one of the popular girls at his high school. “You and mother” Eugene said “You got it son” Howard smiled finishing his sandwich “Your mother used to date guys like that jock Kevin at your school, one night with me and she was addicted” Eugene pulled a face. “Come on we’re both men here and I’ve heard your bed banging against the wall enough times to know you understand what I’m saying, jocks just can’t compete with big nerd cock” Howard smirked taking a quiet and confused Eugene’s empty plate as he left the table ——————————————————————————————————— Glenn stared at the Chronivac, cum splattered over his naked chest and even in his hair, he gently stroked his cock, his cum cannon as he’d called it after it plastered him in thick nerd cum. The Chronivac screen was locked, Glenn had just tried to right his mistake again, it looked like he could only make small changes. Through the blinds Glenn spotted Eugene in his room, he smirked, the nerd stud was shirtless and admiring himself in a mirror. Glenn’s change during the basketball game must of caused some permanent mental changes, Eugene must be starting to love his body. Glenn pulled out his phone and brought up the Chronivac app, it wasn’t locked out like his computer. He typed in some changes and suddenly his doorbell and Eugene’s went off at the same time. Still naked and splattered in cum Glenn swagger downstairs and threw the door open. “Glenn” a breathy voice asked “Courtney” Glenn smiled, just like he’d typed into the Chronivac She was in her cheer uniform, her impressive chest heaving and her legs crossed, Glenn had upped her horniness. “I heard about Eugene, Oscar just keeps going on about it” Courtney says “Really” Glenn leans through the open door, his muscles flexed Courtney launched herself at Glenn, knocking the solid muscle nerd back, he laughed a little before she clamped her mouth over his and he carried her up to his room, gonna make you forget about your boyfriend Glenn thought. ——————————————————————————————————— Howard got the door, shirtless and with his suit pants popped open his bulge peeking out. Two red headed Hollywood nerd boys stared up at him. Howard sighed he knew these types. They could be jocks if they wanted but they fell in love with the look of nerds. They appeared to be twins and Howard guessed they were about 6’2, and looked to have tight bodies under their mass produced ‘nerd’ clothes. “Hi sir, is Eugene in” One red head asked “Yes, who’s asking” Howard asked “Sam and Dan, we’re from Eugene’s school” the other red head said, Howard noted how amazing these boys pouty lips were “He’s in his room” Howard let the boys in As they disappeared up the stairs Howard stole the remote from Matt and turned the volume up as loud as possible, he didn’t want to hear his little boy fuck those two cock hungry red heads. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene was sitting on his bed in incredibly tight and bulging briefs when the twins appeared. Eugene was quiet and staring as they stripped without a word. They fell to their knees in front of him and worked together to pull out his soft cock, they ran their tongues along it to get it hard, their eyes on Eugene as they did it. “Fuck” Eugene moaned as his cock hardened to its huge full throbbing size One twin started to swallow it down his throat, the other helping him hold the cock down to his mouth while also pressing his face between Eugene’s fat bull balls. Eugene’s head rolled back and he was sure he could see Glenn bouncing some girl in a cheer uniform up and down his cock. “Fuck” Eugene moaned again The sucking twin, Sam, spluttered and choked as he reached the half way mark of Eugene’s dick. He tried to pull back, but suddenly Eugene was holding him by the hair and forcing him further. Dan the other twin sat open mouthed as Eugene skull fucked his brother with real force. “You’re next” Eugene grunted and Dan could only nod. ——————————————————————————————————— Hours later as the sun set Glenn left Courtney in bed asleep and peeked across to Eugene’s room. He gasped and laughed, Eugene was standing and pounding one of the twins that Glenn had sent over down his dick, the other could be seen passed out on the bed. “This is working great” Glenn smirked as his cock grew hard at the display of manhood He grabbed his phone and typed in some more changes, time to spread the wealth Glenn thought as he entered his latest change.
  12. “So they aren’t expecting me… or at least someone who looks like me for the part” Greg asked to his agent His agent sounded off his apologies back. He’d misread the part, told Greg they wanted him for the nerdy IT guy role for some new sitcom. Instead his agent had agreed to having Greg as the hulking meathead janitor. You see Greg could change his body, anything about it he could change. He could be taller, shorter, thicker, skinnier, younger or older. He and his agent had set up an entire agency around a bunch of different fake actors who could fill any role. Greg himself was actually a great actor, just wasn’t anything special to look at normally. Like right now Greg was barely average height, skinny with some slight flab. His hair mousy and messy, his skin ok, but with hints of zits and the remains of acne. It was his default ‘nerd’ character, Howard Lords, a 28 year old who specialises in playing nerd roles. Mostly Howard got scientist and tech roles, or the annoying shop clerk role. But Howard wasn’t going to do, the new role was way out of his league. Greg talked in a hushed tone not wanting the people around him on the train to hear him. “Howard isn’t going to work out, the role needs the guy to be big and imposing” Greg explained to his still apologising agent Greg pulled his computer out of his bag, Howard’s hands opening it. He loaded up the ‘change’ program, it was how Greg was able to control how his body changed. He didn’t quite know how it worked, but it was a connection between the nanites in his blood. His father had been a renowned scientists and one accident at the home lab led to Greg waking up looking like the hunk from TV he’d been watching videos of the day before. Ever since he’d used that old laptop to create himself a very lucrative acting career. He was checking the various actor profiles, one of them must have the booking listed. Greg couldn’t just turn up as any of his big manly actors, the show would have picked one specifically. He was still on the phone to his agent. “No it isn't Chad” Greg said “He’s more a small town farm boy type” His agent asked about Leon, the big black hunk who’d recently appeared as an NFL player on some crime show. “No not him” Greg said checking the profile “Nor is it Oscar, but he’s a pretty boy anyway, too small for the role” Greg found it, the show had booked Dimitri. The wide as a barn dark haired beast, his last role had been playing a huge henchmen for some superhero movie. The actor playing the hero nearly shit themselves when Dimitri walked onto set. “It is Dimitri” Greg said, the agent apologising again “Yea, its ok, at least we caught this before Howard turned up” The two of them laughed as Greg loaded up the profile. His skin was already buzzing as the nanites began their work. His legs beginning to stretch outwards, they already looked about 20lbs thicker. Greg rolled his shoulders as they broadened, overhanging the edges of his seat. His baggy shorts were riding up his thighs now, the stick thing legs now like tree trunks. Greg was only just quick enough to order the nanites to replace his shoes, Dimitri had some immense boats and the size 7 shoes Howard wore weren’t going to last long. The shoes burst, but the nanites pulled the splitting fabric back together within a second. The giant sneakers showing no signs of struggling to handle Dimitri’s size 17 feet. “Fuck, I always forget how massive Dimitri is” Greg said to his agent, spreading his legs wider for his growing manhood “You know I should of noticed something was up” Greg laughed, his voice dropping into a heavy bass A thick dark beard had spread over his squared jaw and veins were erupting over his meaty muscles. “They listed a XXXL janitor uniform on description of the character, no way Howard would fit into that” The agent laughed and said his goodbyes. “Sure I’ll tell you how it goes” Greg said closing the laptop He almost jumped, a wide pair of shocked eyes was watching him. A young guy, late teens, maybe early 20s. His mouth hanging open in disbelieve at the suddenly physical change he’d seen. “Fuck” Greg said deeply He forgot he was sitting in a four seater booth and he wasn’t alone.
  13. “Hello this is NewU Customer Service, you are talking to Jared, how may I help you” the cheery voice sounded over the phone Oscar with the usual nervous tone to his nasally voice replied “Oh hi Jared, I’m calling about a delivery, I paid for express delivery and it says it arrived on your website but it hasn’t” Jared made a clicking sound with his tongue “Oh, that’s no good is it, can I get some details about your account so I can check what the issue is” “Sure, my account is under ODude135, capital O and capital D” Oscar said He could almost hear the smile that Jared had on his face as the service rep typed in Oscar’s account details. “Ok sir, I have that account, just need the third and fifth letter of the answer to your security question” Jared asked The question was ‘who is your childhood hero’, and Oscar’s was Conan the Barbarian. So his answer was barbarian. “Ummmmm, R and A” Oscar answered Oscar could hear the clicking of Jared’s fingers on the keys. “And I have access to your account” Jared said after a few seconds “So…. You ordered a Surfer Special” Oscar shook his head “No, I ordered that a couple months ago, I wanted to test out your company before investing in something….” Jared cut him off “Something more permanent, I understand, I did that myself” Oscar rolled his eyes, this guy was taking his time. Oscar had been waiting all weekend for his package to arrive and it was something special. Not the morphing potions that he’d been using on and off for the last couple months, no more turning into a surfer stud or a fitness model for a meagre 24 hours, he’d spent every penny of the inheritance he’d got when his granddad had died on a NewU PermaBody. Jared talked again “So not the InstaFitness or the UberJock…..” “No, it was a PermaBody” Oscar said with a sigh There was silence for a few seconds, then Jared returned with a laugh. “Christ you went all out….oh sorry, I mean I found the item in question” Jared quickly corrected himself “So you ordered an XXL Body, with UberJock build, PreppyBoy looks, BeachGod tan and MegaStud…ummm… Endowments” Jared stopped with the list of extras Oscar had paid to be attached to the PermaBody. He could have just settled with the XXL randomised default which would have been an average looking big guy, but he’d wanted something more. “Yes, I ordered all that, it was meant to come today” Oscar replied trying to get to the point of the call Jared stopped, then a couple seconds later he spoke “It arrived and was signed for….” Oscar blood ran cold, his parents were both at work and knew nothing about the PermaBody, not that they could do anything about it. Anyone over age could use NewU products. That could mean only one person left in the family who could have signed for it. “…a Kyle Andale, at least you have a passcode so only you can use it” But Jared was talking to no one, Oscar had dropped the phone and darted upstairs. Kyle his little brother knew the passcode to access the PermaBody, it was the same code Oscar used on everything from his phone to steam account. “KYLE” Oscar bellowed, the volume only highlighted the nasally tone to his voice Oscar wasn’t a threatening guy, he was barely 5'8 and as skinny as a rail. Added with his greasy brown hair and dull dark eyes, he was nothing special. But to Kyle he was a beast, his 5ft little brother had been stuck at that height since he was 12. Everyone thought he’d be a big guy, instead he was a smaller, weaker version of Oscar, or at least Oscar hoped he still was. Oscar burst into Kyle’s room, like Oscar’s it was messy and dark. Both brothers had a love of darkened room locked away from the outside world. The huge empty box for the PermaBody was leaning against the wall, Kyle’s computer was on and logged onto the NewU website. The PermaBody had been activated. Kyle’s clothes lay in a pile, he’d stripped in a hurry. Kyle must of jumped into the body without a moments thought. Light was pouring out of ensuite bathrooms door. Oscar gingerly pushed it open further. Inside stood a giant man, barely fitting into the short sleeve shirt and cargo shorts the body had arrived in. Long black hair fell down the beasts vast back, like the barbarian hair Oscar had ordered. His eyes ran down the back and along the heavy rounded muscle ass that was almost bursting out of the man shorts. “Kyle” he asked with fear filling his voice The beast turned around, a pec shelve that went on for days came into view. Kyle had undone his cargo shorts, letting his immensely bulging crotch breath, it would be very cramped in there with all the cock meat that Oscar had paid for. Oscar could see the thick dark hair peeking out through the threads of the shirts fabric. He’d always wanted to be hairy, and he thought it would look good on a barbarian body, and he wasn’t wrong. “Oh hey Oscar” the beast boomed The knee shaking baritone Oscar ordered as good as he’d imagined. Oscar knew Kyle was in their somewhere, joined permanently with the NewU PermaBody. Oscar was stuck dumb, Kyle was a god. Perfect face and body, all muscle and chiselled bone, with a few daces of manhood to finish it all off. “Love the body” Kyle smirked He flexed his arm, an XXL sticker was still stuck to Kyle’s new tanned swollen bicep. “Oh and I also love the NewU no returns policy” Kyle chuckled
  14. First in a popular series from my tumbler where the gods try to rebuild their worshipper numbers by using the last of their power to make an 'apostle' like figure. Demeter wasn’t like the other gods, most of them were brash and impulsive. But Demeter goddess of grain, the harvest and all thing farming was all about investment, she was in it for the long haul. While the other gods were rushing to find someone to risk all their power on Demeter had already chosen hers. She’d met him at a farmers market over twenty years ago and was very impressed to find a farmer of the modern age who was so saddened by the way farming had changed. His name was Ernest and at the age of 97 he was still working his farm like he had his entire life, he’d had to downsize and been force by old age to modernise, but many were surprised he was still up and about. It was really thanks to Demeter and her calling in a favour with her son in law (and brother) Hades that Ernest was still around, Demeter just didn’t want to see a man who still treated farming like a sacred rite vanish from Earth. So he was the obvious choice for her gift. ——————————————————————————————————— Ernest was getting ready to plant the seeds for his next crop when this breeze grazed his skin, he even felt it beneath his shirt and jeans. Like it was wrapped around him, but he forgot about it and pulled himself up into the tractor cabin and started it up. He did three rows of freshly plowed field before the tractor died. He punched the wheel, a sudden surge of adrenaline fuelling his strength. He swore and jumped out of the cabin, landing firmly on his feet. That wasn’t right, he thought, it had taken him ages to climb into the tractor, it usually took the same time to get back down. He felt his legs, they were thicker and the constant ache of old age was gone. He shook off the oddity and jogged back to the barn for his tools, the tractor was getting old and was always in need of maintenance. He stopped dead in his tracks, he was jogging, with his back straight and pain free. Ernest had been walking slow and crooked for over a decade. A soft voice in his head urged him on. “The crops need you, the field needs you, the farm needs you” Ernest agreed, his farm wouldn’t wait, he had a job to do. He set off at speed towards the barn, his horses in the next field watched as he moved quicker than they did. Ernest loved the feel of the wind on his face and the thuds of his footfalls. In mid run he tore off his shirt so more of him could feel the wind and warm Kansas air. He reached the barn in record time and with immense force pulled the doors open. He moved for his tools, his booted feet barely visible behind his swelling chest. This arms swung with great weight and his work gloves were tight around larger hands. Picked up the tool box and stared at the deep tan of his arm, the thick muscle and swollen veins on this foreman didn’t even register. “A tan like a real man who works in the sun“ the soft cooed in his ear Ernest smiled and put the tools back, a memory returning to his mind. At the back of the barn hidden beneath a sheet was the old plow, the one his horses parents pulled decades ago. With one hand he flung the sheet off. He pulled his cap off and scratched his suddenly lush brown hair, his arm flexed and swelled with muscle. He put the cap back on and hooked his fingers in the waist of his jeans, they were tight on his thick legs. He sighed, his lats spread and his heavy chest heaved. The plow would need two horses at least, but the field needed to be plowed now. Ernest hooked the plow over his broad bronzed shoulders and pulled it out towards the field. The horses and his cows watched with amazement as the formerly skin and bones farmer worked the field like a mad man. His face showed the strain of his task, but the voice urged him on. He was soon done and got started planting the crop. “When the harvest is done more can join you” the voice cooed Ernest smiled, he knew who the voice was now, it was Demeter, his goddess, the one he would now strive to impress. He knew that one harvest in Demeter’s name was just the beginning. It would give Demeter the power to bring two more farmers into the fold, and the next harvest would then bring six, it was all a waiting game, like farming was. But Ernest knew how he could bring in new followers, the local high school had hundreds of teens wasting their lives on education and sports. The now 6ft4 22 year old Ernest could show up one day and come back to the farm with a dozen strapping men to expand Demeter’s farm and even more girls to bring a new generation of followers into the world, Demeter was also a fertility goddess, she’d make that easy for Ernest now. With the crops planted and Demeter’s harvest secure Ernest hopped onto his fastest horse and galloped bareback towards the high school, with the wind against his ripped torso and his stallion like cock already hard beneath his skins tight jeans he couldn’t wait to break his soon to be farmhands in.
  15. “What the fuck do you want runt” Marcus grunted He was staring down the smaller guy ahead of him, Jacob his twin brother standing to the right of him. Jacob had an odd smirk on his face, one he shared with the little wimp. But Marcus was sure that they couldn’t possibly know each other. The little guy didn’t answer, he just continued to smirk. He was probably only 5′6, and at least 200lbs of bulbous fat. His greasy matted hair reflected the gyms lighting. Marcus couldn’t help but retch at the very idea that some one could let themselves go like his person had. “My bro said you wanted to talk to me” Marcus said He tapped his protein shake against his brother’s swollen bicep, Jacob just gave him a nod which read as ‘yea this is the guy’. The lump of fat wheezed “Just wanted to say what a great body you have” Marcus was taken aback by that. It was true, he and Jacob were gifted genetically and had used that near perfection to build two bodies of granite. Both the boys were well over 6ft tall, always jumping between 220 and 240lbs. Not to mention the model like faces and surprisingly oversized cocks. “Fuck, you got some balls” Marcus smirked, but added “Well thanks” Marcus went to turn away, he liked being complimented, but he preferred it being from smoking hot gym babes. Jacob though grabbed his arm, and it wasn’t a gentle grab. Jacob’s hand gripped Marcus’ forearm with all his strength. Marcus gasped in pain “What the fuck bro” Jacob laughed, so did the fat guy. “I’m not your bro…..” Jacob smirked with an evil look in his eyes Before Marcus could do anything, Jacob had him pinned against the wall. His protein shake fell from his hand and splattered over the floor. Jacob pressed his knee against Marcus’ packed bulge, applying just enough pressure for Marcus’ balls to hurt. The fat guy stepped over quickly and held his hand against Marcus’ chest, Jacob forced Marcus’ to do the same to the fat guy. “Oh, this is my buddy Luke” Jacob said “And I’m Rick” Marcus tried to ask were his brother was, and what the fuck was going on. “Your brother is currently in my old body, probably hating it as much as I did” Rick explained using Jacob’s mouth and voice “I’ve been living it up in his body for over a week” Rick added with a chuckle Luke had started to chant something, repeating the same phrase of foreign words over and over. Rick continued “And damn is this body fine, I’ve been banging every boy in sight” Marcus’ eyes widened, like him Jacob was straight, dead straight, or at least Jacob had been. With that Luke stopped chanting and Marcus felt his brain shutting down. Then like it had rebooted he was suddenly looking up at his own body and that of his twin. He was Luke now, he could feel gravity pulling on his overhanging gut, he could feel his heart running a thousand beats a minute, then he felt his head hitting the floor as he fainted. “Wow” Luke grunted from inside Marcus’ body already flexing his muscles “I know, amazing isn’t it” Rick said “All that strength” The two friends, now twin brothers hugged. They left Luke’s former body and headed for the locker room, hoping to make an escape before Marcus came too. No one would believe him, but it was still annoying. Rick had been able to deal with Jacob’s attempts to alert people to the body stealer, but now there was another guy claiming to have had his body stolen. It would raise some questions, probably better for the now twins to head to their new home and get settled. “So what you want to do first bro” Rick asked his new brother “Well bro, I want to get my dick sucked” Luke laughed “I’m sure I can arrange that” Rick chuckled, groping Luke’s new fat cock through his shorts Luke recoiled slightly “Come on man that’s weird, plus you know I’m straight” “Yea…. well, that might change” Rick stated Luke stopped dead and gulped, Rick was the one who came up with the body swap spell, he could probably make Luke gay if he wanted. Luke had no idea what he got himself into.
  16. Eric flicked through his phone, it was Saturday night and his best buddy Tom was being uncharacteristically quiet. Normally this time of night on a Saturday Tom would be blasting Eric’s phone through ever app available ordering Eric to get onto Steam or onto his PS4 and start playing with Tom. The two would stay up till the early hours of Sunday before collapsing from exhaustion with sore thumbs and strained eyes. But Tom was being quiet. Eric sent Tom another simple text. He’d move on from the normal ‘hey’ to a ‘are you alright’, but still Tom wasn’t responding. Eric flicked over to another app, again Tom hadn’t responded, the same for every single app. That was when Eric started to notice something odd. Tom’s user name had changed, n00bslayer12 had been Tom’s internet name for years. He’d been super proud he’d been able to get such an internet meme name. Now though the name was b00bslayer12.5. First off, Tom was as near to asexual as a boy could get. Eric had never even heard Tom talk about girls, let along boobs. He was a greasy, fat and short gamer boy. A photo of Tom could be used on the wiki page for virgin and nerd, no one would have any complaints. Eric flicked back over to his text messages, now he could see that Tom had read this messages. He was able to quickly fire off another message when he noticed the profile pic for Tom’s contact on Eric’s phone had changed. Instead of Tom’s fat face stuffed into a batman mask it showed a sweaty muscled man shirtless and snapping a selfie while he brushed his long hair out of his face. Eric clicked onto the pic to get a better look. The man was lightly tattooed, mostly around his wrists and muscled upper arms, a coupled tattoos adorned his wide lats and the curve at the side of his heavy sweaty pecs. The hunk looked to be wrapped in a towel, it hanging low on his toned hips. A stubbled jaw and juicy lips were just visible behind a powerfully veined forearm. Eric clicked out of it and began to write a new message to Tom, but Tom replied. ‘New phne whoo dis’ It was misspelled and lacking any grammar, which for Tom was very strange. Normally Tom was perfectly articulate in his text messaging, even when he was swearing at Eric for not getting onto Steam fast enough. ‘Eric’ he replied back There was a wait for a few seconds. ‘ohhhhh Eric’ ‘sorry bro, dont have you on did phne’ Again with the mispelling, but what did Tom mean he didn’t have Eric on his phone. He was probably the only contact Tom had on his phone besides his parents. ‘What the hell you talking about’ he shot back Tom replied ‘calm the fuck down’ ‘got new phne’ ‘just didnt send you contact over’ Eric signed and replied ‘Ok, so we gaming tonight’ ‘Also why is your profile some shirtless dude’ Tom didn’t respond for a few minutes, but when he did he sent over a bunch of photos. It showed Tom’s room, with the unmade bed, the gaming posters, the dirty plates and dirty clothes. But Tom was present instead was the hunky guy from the photo, just he was wearing Tom’s clothes. The food stained God of War t-shirt was straining over the hunk’s pec shelf and the sleeves tearing around the thick shoulders. Another picture showed two to three girls in the unmade bed. The three half dressed and all of them looking exhausted. Eric recognised them as Tom’s neighbours girlfriends. The three boys next door always bullied Tom and even Eric when Eric was around Tom’s house. The three college age jocks just couldn’t let nerdy Tom be. ‘sorry bro no gaming’ ‘got my hands full’ Eric hurried a reply ‘what the fuck, that guy is you, what the fuckhappened, what the fuckare you doing with those girsl’ Eric’s spelling and grammar was failing him. Tom replied ‘Losing my v-card, losing it a lot today’ ‘Man wish I could explain’ ‘all this jus happened’ ‘i wish I could of brought you along for the ride’ Eric was confused, but while Tom sent these texts he checked social media. Tom was on all of them, and very active when he hadn’t been before. He was popular with thousands of followers, his Instagram filled with photos of the tall broad hunk, countless different girls appearing throughout. Tom was now a stud. Eric replied ‘Why can’t you’ Tom sent a shrugging emoji. ‘only room for one bro’ ‘dont worry, ill come over later’ Suddenly a picture of an enormous battering ram cock popped up on the messages. The head jaw-breakingly fat and the girth even fatter. At the shaved base was a tattoo. 12.5. It was Tom’s internet alias. ‘I have this urge to fuck your throat’ ‘no clue why’ A thumbs up emoji came through and Eric could only gulp in fear.
  17. “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”
  18. 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.
  19. 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.
  20. 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.
  21. 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.
  22. “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.
  23. “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”
  24. 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.
  25. 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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