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  1. I don't know for sure but he kinda looks like Julian Castano. https://instagram.com/jeefmuscleifbbpro?igshid=g20ziscd421b
  2. That was seriously hot read again Excellent work with that one man, but I sure as hell can't wait for a third part
  3. Man, seeing the hot pcitures you always seem to find for your stories makes me wish I could understand even a bit of Spanish. Can't wait for the translations ^^
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    I love that pic.
  5. He noticed right away the tea his brother had given him tasted weird. The taste was familiar, yet he couldn't exactly tell where he had tasted it before. Then his little brother entered the room, his scrawny body completely on display and tiny cock still leaking droplets of cum, and the hunk realized where he had tasted this peculiar aroma before. The potion he had used to drain the sports team captains of their muscle, height and masculinity had tasted almost the same, only now there was the slightly salty aftertaste of cum lingering in his tea. As he felt himself shrink the hunk realized that he wouldn't be the man of the house any longer, that he'd never be the big guy again. His brother walked over to him, already rubbing his growing cock and sneered at him. "You really shouldn't leave a spell book lieing around in the open, big bro, especially when you share your room with someone." "Come on man, can't you go faster than that?", the bodybuilder with the ballcap urged the scrawny driver. "I know you wanna go to the gym, but with 800 pounds of muscle squeezed into this car, this is as fast as we get.", the driver said and focussed on the street. "No need to be so angry man.", the guy with the sunglasses on his head replied and watched the hand of one of his friends disappear into his backpack, muttering a few words, "After all the little guy is just a bit hungry." As if on command their driver's stomach rumbled and he pulled over to a nearby gas station. The sunglassed hunk had already started jerking his 11 inch cock, prepared to dump a coupple of loads down the smaller man's gullet before letting the other guys' have their turn. Maybe after today's ride they would use the wishing stone to also welcome the last of their group into their ckub of horsehung nudist bodybuilders. Then again, having a willing cumdump might not be the worst option either. "It's probably gonna be even bigger than this, babe. We'll have so much fun tonight.", Earl's twunky roommate giggled, obviously excited. The guy was weird, always calling the straight Earl "babe" aand making bad jokes about muscle and sex. If not for the article he had read yesterday Earl would have been worried. But now that he knew there was a special kind of fertilizer that was used in this area whole lot of stuff made more sense. Like how there only seemed to be couples of extremely muscular and handsome gay men around. Or why his breakfast had tasted so weird. Or why his clothes felt like they were getting tighter by the second. Or why Earl had the urge to fuck the twunk's sexy bubble butt raw. "Dude, it's like my finger is getting crushed between two rocks.", the debate team captain said, admiring the insanely huge chest of his friend, that was adorned by a network of fire hose like veins, "But at least my guns are far bigger than yours." With that the debate team captain threw his arms up itno a double biceps pose and flexed hard, making the peaks jump and easily pushing them past 20 inches. "Come on dudes, stop that. You know we still have to do our contest.", the chess team captain stopped his two friends, still absentmindedly rubbing his chiseled eightpack through the fabric of his tanktop. Finally the Dungeonmaster of their DnD group stopped flexing his pecs and threw his pals a grin. "Yeah, let's see who can dump the most loads into the quarterback's sexy bubble butt.", he cheered and followed his friends in the direction of the locker room where the twinky football player was already greedily waiting for his hungry hole to be filled. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to get one of these.", Grandma Robinson scolded her grandchildren, her powerful forearm becoming a bulging mass of veins and muscle as she gripped the rolling pin harder. Her grandchildren just pouted, but they knew it was no use trying to argue with their grandma. It had been futile to try and do that ever since she but that new spice from her quirky friend, the very spice that made a 25-year-old hunk out of the retiree. Sure, it was pretty cool having someone as huge as her around to keep bullies away, but the seemingly endless stream of twinks that she basically drilled into the mattress everyday had gotten annoying pretty fast. That's why the hunk's grandchildren desperately wanted a cookie too. Something that looked a lot like the hunkification spice had been used in their making after all. "Holy shit Sarah, is that Matt?" "Yeah Judy, who else would it be. Unlike him I don't cheat on my partner." "But isn't Matt more of a crossfit guy? There's no way this huge bull is him." "Trust me he is. I just decided to use a little something I found on his phone to make a few ... adjustments." "You don't mean that jerk had a Chronivac on his phone, do you? These things are so amazing." "Hell yeah he had. And he didn't even try to hide it. And there are so many options for changes too. Just look at him, he's so fucking sexy now. Finally I can make him as huge as I like." "Oh Sarah, you were always a size queen but I didn't know you were into bulls. On a side note, is there any way I could borrow that things? Paul could really need a little upgrade himself." "There's no way I'll ever give that thing away, but I'll see what I can do for Paul after riding my totally faithful fiance another time." The hunk chuckled as he read through all the messages that he had received on his Instagram account and took anothe sip of the magic potion that would let him continue his life as the pornstar he was now. His monstercock already got hard again below the laptop, even though he just had one of his personal twinks drain him some minutes ago. He grinned at the astonishing amount of nude pics that had been sent as well as the hundreds of messages asking him for a private session. The hunk downed the rest of the potion and felt reality steady itself. In the last week he had felt a few facades of his old life as a pathetic virgin nerd resurface, but now all the world remembered again was the undisputed porn king he was. Just then another message popped up on his computer, it was from his agent and told him the date of the next film shoot. The hunk just laid the laptop aside and called the nearest twink from the garden. the thought of his old life and his new hunky form had him really horny and if he wanted to be on time for the award ceremony in a couple of hours he really should start getting drained now.
  6. Better late, than never. Here is my own installment for the Chroniweek. Monday The week had barely even started and despite this it already looked like my classmate Adrian was off to a bad start. Usually our first lesson on mondays was Biology, but since Mrs Williamson had fallen ill we had French, meaning we had to deal with Mr Andrews, or Coach as he preferred to be called. For most people his classes were easy and they got good grade without much of an effort. Sure, he barely even spoke the French language, but his good looks more than made up for it. Mr Andrews was an absolute hunk of a man, his 6′3 frame stacked with heavy, beefy yet defined muscle, thanks to sticking to his workout schedule from back when he was a football player himself. Apparently back when he had been in high school, Coach had been the star of the football team he now took care of and rumor had it he had even been in the NFL for a few years afterwards. Add to that his incredibly handsome face and dense trademark beard and it was obvious why he was popular with the female students. Unfortunately Coach Andrews valued nothing more than the respect of his team, meaning he frequently joined their parties, showing off just how good he was ta beer pong and other drinking games and also took part in their jokes and pranks all the time. But that also meant he participated in their bullying, especially against their prime target, Adrian. Adrian was your stereotypical nerd, always top of the class and skinny as they come, but still he was an overall pretty decent guy. Which is why noone in our class approved it when Coach mocked Adrian in class, asked him unnecessarily hard questions or even knocked stuff off his desk “by accident”. He even expected high fives for tormenting poor Adrian from time to time, whcih disgusted all of us to no end. As the class rep I had more than once urged Adrian to report all this, but he adamantly declined, saying he didn’t want to give Mr Andrews and the football team this kind of satisfaction. Today was especially bad, with Coach shooting questions and extremely difficult vocabulary at Adrian like a machine gun and eventually even knocking his waterbottle when our poor nerd took a sip, resulting in his superhero themed t-shirt clinging to his pigeon chest. Adrian rushed out of the room after that, his face red with embarassment and anger. I overheard him mumbling something under his breath, something about how “Coach will regret” this and “using the Chronivac”, even though I had no idea what that was. I didn’t see Adrian again that day, apparently he had called his dad to pick him up. Tuesday The next day I was worried if Adrian would come to school at all, after the humiliation he had received at the hands of Coach Andrews, especially since school administration had decided to throw us another French lesson as replacement for Mr Henning’s Calculus class, since the old teacher was out of town for a conference. But apparently there was nothing that could keep Adrian Bullcock from attending class. I chuckled to myself, remembering how Bullcock was not even only a nickname, but his real last name. Rarely had I seen a name that fit a person so well, after all the dick swinging between our class nerd’s skinny thighs really did rival that of a prized breeding bull. All of us had seen it in the locker room before. It’s 14 inch length hanging right down to Adrian’s knee, looking like a far thicker version of his forearm was holding an apple. Then again I had no doubts that something this fat could effortlessly beat someone as skinny as Adrian in an armwrestling match. Or any of us other guys for that matter. As I saw Adrian standing in the doorframe I joined my classmates in what had become a daily ritual for all of us: Tracing the enormous soft length of his eponymous soft monstrous tool and gulping as our eyes wandered over the massive head. Then our gaze collectively went upwards and our eyes went wide at the massive bulge caused by the base of his hefty cock and huge orange sized balls. Adrian clearly enjoyed the attention his nickname earning bullcock got him and swaggered over to his seat. If I were him I probably would ditch school and spend all day jerking off, I thought, catching myself having the same thoughts as always. Then again, I doubted any guy in our class had anything else on his mind. You really had to admire Bullcock for his willpower to come to school instead of playing with his tool. He had even continued coming to school after being diagnosed with a severe case of what the doctors called Bullnutz. The poor guy’s hormonal disorder caused his cum factories to permanently overflowing with thick nerd cum. Luckily none of the girls in our class minded helpign him out now and then, you couldn’t let a guy like that blueball after all. Our eyes were glued to Adrian’s bulge as he sat down, until his deep baritone ripped us from our trance. “Guys, I think class is about to start.”, he said with a smirk and rubbed his throat, like he was not used to the knee shaking rumbling voice coming from it. I suppressed a chuckle as I saw his smile, thinking how his pre-pubescent slightly pimpled faced betrayed the sexiness of his voice and the sheer size of his cock. As if he had waited for Adrian’s call to order, Coach Andrews walked in and started writing some French vocabulary to the board. He turned around and for a second I wondered why he had shaved his trademark off and left his square jaw clean shaven. But then a wave of dizziness swept over me and I remembered that he couldn’t grow the slightest bit of hair aside from his militay buzzcut. I didn’t even know how I knew of this, but I was sure of it. He started explaining the words he had just written down and I heard Adrian quietly laughing behind me. I guessed that it was because of Coach Andrews’ notoriously high pitched voice and could barely refrain from laughing myself. Hearing this pre-pubescent tenor voice out of this rugged face and muscular was like a complete antithesis to Bullcock’s own sexy voice and pimpled face. Wednesday Adrian was late for class the day after, considering he normally was among the first to be there, and since Lucy, a girl from our class, wasn’t there either it was almost certain that she was helping him get a bit of relieve before class. I felt a sense of pride swell up within me, thinking how nice it was of her to help our class nerd deal with his Bullnutz and not having him blue ball longer than necessary. Finally about two minutes before class started the door opened and quietly Lucy shuffled into the classroom and limped over to her seat. Everyone in the classroom smirked, her bowlegged walk and near ecstatic smile making it perfectly obvious that she had just spent at least half an hour milking a load (or multiple ones) out of Adrian’s farm animal sized genitals. As soon as Lucy had sat down and crammed her sodden panties into her bagpack, Adrian ducked into the room. Even when ducking, Bullcock’s hair just barely made it under the oaken frame. He quickly checked if his pride and joy sit right afterwards, but of course there was no way his perfectly effortlessly disheveled looking hair would be faced in the slightest by soemthing as minor as this doorframe. Rumor among the girls had it that even after the hardest, most intense fucking sessions his hair still looked like it had been freshly styled by a designer. The outline of his still semi-hard-on was still obvious against the leg of his black workout shorts. Its size would look incredibly ridiculous, but with Adrian’s height it looked at least somewhat proportionate, if still like a third leg next to his two skinny ones. Today he had poured himself into a light grey tanktop to go with his bulging shorts. I didn’t really get the nerdy comic book reference on it, but since some of the people who actually knew about those kinds of things were laughing slightly, it might be at least a bit funny. Though they might have been chuckling because of the absurdness of someone as skinny as Bullcock wearing something as revealing as a tanktop. However we all knew that because of his eponymous tool Adrian just couldn’t wear something as constricting as jeans. He had tried, but the janitors had prohibitted him from wearing normal pants after having to clean up all the cum after his last pair of pants just gave away under his cock’s pressure. Finally, after bathing in our looks long enough, Adrian walked over to his seat. Again as if he waited for Adrian to end his little show, Mr Andrews walked in as soon as the nerd’s bony ass was planted firmly into the seat. In contrast to the last two days, we actually had a regular French class today. When Coach Andrews walked in, the majority of the girls could barely hold back squealing, like they had juse seen a pup and kitten. Okay, admittedly the cherubic face sitting atop the muscular body of Coach “Angelface” Andrews wa cute, with the blonde locks, soft features and thick lips.´, but you’d expect them to get used to it eventually. The class went pretty smoothly after that. Coach had even prepared some more challenging vocabulary, something that was rare in his class. Weirdly enough, while being challenged a bit was nice, the words were all very sexualized. Like who would teach high school kids words like blowjob, missionary or rough fucking. Sure we were in our senior year, but still we all found it somewhat weird. The only exception was Adrian. He had a weird, devilish grin on his nerdy face all the time, somehow knowing all the translations when Mr Andrews asked him. then again, it’s not that surprising for someone as hung as Adrian to be able to ask for sex in multiple languages. Thursday The next morning I entered class to find a familiar sight. The head of a beefy ginger was bobbing up and down between Adrian’s tree trunk thighs, undoubtedly having tried to milk a load out of his orange sized nuts for a while now. From the way Bullcock’s was buckling his hips and using his boulder like ass to shove another inch of his meat down the cocksucker’s throat he looked close to shooting a huge good morning load down the guy’s gullet. With a loud grunt out of our class nerd’s thick neck volley after volley of thick bull cum was dumped down the redhead’s awaiting mouth and after what must have been a dozen volleys the guy finally pulled off Adrian, his normally flat sixpack bulging with the sheer amount of cum in his stomach. I was raging hard by that point, my own modest 6 incher completely dwarfed by the still semihard monster sticking out of Bullcock’s muscular lap. I was mildly surprised to find that the cocksucker had been “Shamrock” Shane, the school’s linebacker and one of the worst bullies around (That is if he was currently busy with taking care of Adrian’s massive length). Of course it wasn’t weird for a star player of the football team to milk our class nerd’s cock before class, but I had thought that it was Max’ turn today, the running back hadn’t gotten his protein in a while now. Shane quickly hurried outside, probably on his way to a class himself. Meanwhile our massive nerd had gotten up fro his chair to cram his insane tool back into the fabric prison that were his gym shorts, especially when they were already nearly stretched to their limit by Adrian’s huge thighs. I had no idea how big they exacly were, but each one look thicker around than my waist. Underneath them were calves that looked like they’d completely dwarf my arms, even though I wasn’t that skinny to be honest. The insanely massive artwork he called his legs were capped off by the boat sized mass of flesh he called his feet. If the label of his shoes didn’t lie then his feet were a size 18 and somehow they still looked just as muscular as the rest of him. The facefucking seemed to have been pretty intense, as the grey tanktop Adrian wore had ridden up, revealing the first two rows of his incredibly sexy cobblestone road of his abs. The grooves between each of the blocky muscles was so deep that a major part of my finger would have completely disappeared between them, had I been allowed to trace the separations. Bullcock quickly pulled his t-shirt down, causing it to stretch over his huge pecs. Each of the mighty muscles looked bigger than a basketball and hung out a few inches in front of him. He noticed me staring at his chest and made his pecs bounce a few times. Each time the muscles flexed, they transformed into a deeply striated artwork of brawn. After that he threw his arms up into a double biceps pose, his upper arms bursting with pencil-thick veins bulging from the cantaloupe sized mass. I would have nearly applauded myself for not shooting a load right then and there, but then my eyes fell on his face and I felt a sticky warmth fill the front of my pants. One of his trademark sexy smirks adorned his perfect thin lips, his pearly white teeth sparkling in the light of the classroom’s fluorescent lamps. His skin was free of zits or other imperfections and his sunkissed tan gave his face an almost glowing aura. With the sheer amount of testosterone pumping through his veins the thick stubble that coated his square jaw, which could probably cut glass with, was thicker than anything I could grow in a month, even though he surely only shaved yesterday. Add to that his warm brown eyes, that were just barely hidden behind a pair of thickly rimmed designer glasses and the perfectly styled hair and it was clear why it was only natural to cum from looking at him. “Maybe he should clean that up before class starts, man.”, Adrian chuckled and pointed at the wet spot around my crotch, his knee shaking baritone causing another spurt into my underwear. I blushed red as a beet and hurried towards the bathroom. I quickly cleaned myself up and went back to class. I got through the door the exact same time as Mr. Andrews and sat down at my desk, a bit surprised when I saw the people sitting next to Bullcock being forced to shift their own tables a bit away from him because of his wide shoulders. Mr Andrews gave me a disapproving look, but didn’t say anything. When his eyes felel upon Adrian, his eyes went wide and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but when Adrian asked “Is something the matter, sir?” Mr Andrews grimaced like he had been hit by a severe headache. “No, … nothing.”, our teacher replied hesitantly, the lisp of his high pitched voice making it sound pretty cute, despite his intended tone. The again, with his small gymnast body and angelic face he was pretty cute, not to forget his long blonde locks that gave him a stereotypically twinky appearance. Of course the huge bubble butt stretching his small pink shorts to the limit played a major part with this too. Mr Andrews started his lesson as usual, repeating some of the vocabulary from the last class, though with his lisp the words were pretty hard to understand. It didn’t help that Mr Andrews would trip over his insanely long tongue whenever Adrian would bounce his boulder like pecs or “subtly” flex one of his other incredibly huge muscles at our teacher, which happened a whole lot more often than usual. After about 20 minutes of lecture and plainly obvious attempts of subtile showing off by our class nerd, Mr Andrews’ inner twink finally started to show. All of a sudden our twinky educator started to moan uncontrollably, rubbing his fat round bubble butt through the pink fabric of his shorts. I just rolled my eyes like everyone else and turned towards Adrian. “Could you please do your job and help Mr Andrews out there, Bullcock? We’d like to continue our lesson asap.”, I said and watched the behemoth that was him swagger to the front of the class, heaving his cock out of his far too tight pants and startign to to slowly rub it’s massive length up and down. AS he stood before Mr Andrews, the twink fell to his knees in front of Bullcock and as if on reflex his dropped open stretching far wider than should be possible. After lickign the humongous head for Mr Andrews began swallowing the huge dick inch by inch like a pro, until Bullcock’s massive balls rested comfortably on our teacher’s chin. After that Adrian started to pull out about half a foot of cockmeat, before forecefully slamming it back into the stretched out gullet before him, making the educator gag and splutter. Our class nerd just smirked devilishly and began intenself facefucking Mr Andrews. Through Bullcock’s deep reverberating moans I could make out some phrases like “Chronivac” and “just punishment for bullying”, all of which didn’t really make a whole lot of sense to me. All that I could think about was that while Mr Andrews was a horrible French teacher, he sure seemed to be pretty damn skilled at French sex.
  7. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend John, but after 8 years of realtionship the things between us have slowed down a lot. The fire that had been burning between the two of us has died down to a candle and while we still have sex on a regular basis it’s neither as often nor as intense as 8 years ago. Usually his dick, while only 5 inches long when hard, always does a good job of satisfying me, lately he hasn’t really been able to really make me orgasm. That’s why we decided to change something about our relationship. We talked and it seems like I wasn’t the only one who noticed the things that go wrong in our live. I also have a feeling that John has been rather self concious lately, especially about his at best average body. We are about the same height, yet I go jogging and stuff a lot, so I have a slim athletic body, while my lazy boyfriend has gained a few pounds and a slight pouch since we became a couple in high school. That’s why we decided to contact my friend Sheila. She and her husband, who she frequently called a wimp, had been going through hard times, like John and me, but then she just stopped complaining one day, which is pretty out of character for her. Also she really loves gossip and girl talk, so when she told me about how much she gets fucked by her stud of a husband I naturally asked if she had left her man and gotten herself a manlier one. She just smiled and said that if me and John ever wanted to experience what she and her husband did, we should come and visit her. And so on a sunny Sunday afternoon me and John found ourselves in front of the huge mansion Sheila and her husband Rick inhabited. Apparently Rick was a CEO in some huge company and made a ton of money that allowed them to live quite the lavish lifestyle. Carefully I rang the bell and almost immediately an absolute behemoth of a man opened the door. The man must have been about a foot taller than both me and John and easily twice as wide. His immense shoulders looked like they’d have no trouble carrying us and the rest of his body absolutely matched. Huge flipper like feet, probably size 17 or above, that were attached to diamond shaped claves and tree trunk quads that were so big they forced him to take a special stance in order to be at least semi-comfortable and not crush the immense bulge resting between them. The man was shirtless, showing off his muscular tanned torso with washboard abs and boulder like pecs. Of course the huge arms that looked like they cold rip apart steel doors and had pencil thick veins running along them were something to gawk at too. With the most mascuine soothing baritone I had ever heard the man introduced himself: “I’m Rick, please come in.” I couldn’t believe that Sheila had ever complained about how wimpy Rick was. This man looked like he needed to look wimp up in a dictionary to even know what it meant. Speaking of the devil, my trophy wife friend came hurrying down the stairs. She planted a sensual kiss on her husband’s perfect lips and turned to us. “Good thing you decided to come. Let’s go upstairs. Rick, please take care of John.”, she quickly ordered and just as hastily as she had come she dragged me upstairs, leaving our two men in the lobby. John looked incredibly uncomfortable and emasculated next to the giant that was Rick, who just threw him a friendly smile and guided him towards the living room. Sheila still had my wrist in an vice like grip when she dragged me down the hallway into a room at the far end of it. She pulled out a small piece of chalk, drew a small symbol on the door and it sprung open. She shoved me inside and pulled the door closed behind her. I looked around the room. It was dominated by a large bookstand in the middle that had a huge book rested on it. The walls were lined with smaller bookshelves and cupboards contaning bottles with dried plants and the like. Overall the place reminded me a lot of a stereotypical witch house, even though it was only a small room. Finally Sheila decided to explain herself. “Don’t freak out, but last year I found out that I hail from a long line of witches and wizards. I found that huge tome in my mother’s attic when she died.” She pointed to the book in the middle of the room and resumed. “It’s a so called grimoire with all kinds of magic spells inside. There’s literally a spell for anything you could imagine.” I was more than just a bit baffled, but she just kept talking. “That’s how I found the Body Modifying Ritual. I used it on Rick and now he is that epitome of manliness you saw in the lobby.” She seemed to be finished and all of a sudden the questions started to bubble out of me. Magic? Witches? Rituals? I was ready to call the local psychiatry, but Sheila stopped me and offered a demonstration. After that I was completely sold on the idea of magic, after all seeing a dried rose turn into a cat and back into a rose in a matter of minutes can kind of make you a believer. She showed me a few spells that I might find interesting, among others one that would make all of my cooking really delicious. However the most interesting one was the Body Modifying ritual that she had mentioned beforehand. That was also what she had meant when she offered to solve the problems between me and John. Quickly she explained it to me and it turned out that it was pretty easy. We just needed to assemble things that represented certain attributes, like a cross would symbolize the Christian faith, and say a magic spell that Sheila had prepared. And so after a quick cup of coffee at Sheila’s, where Rick told us about the side effects of the spell (apparently only relatives and loved ones remembered the old you, the rest of the world remembered the new you.) and how he had apparently been a porn actor before his CEO career, we were on our way home, eager to cast the spell. Sheila had given us a list of items that would be useful and as soon as we closed the front door behind us we started gathering the stuff. Good luck that because of our jobs we had a lot of free samples at home. After about an hour of searching and rummaging through even the smallest of closets we had assembled all the stuff we needed and sat in the kitchen. Clearly uncomfortable with the situation, John pulled off his shirt and revealed his upper body. I could fully understand that my boyfriend didn’t like stripping, with his slightly pudgy, unimpressive torso out in the open, his slightly crooked back full of zit marks. Of course we both knew that I didn’t love him for his looks, but he still looked a bit embarassed, even though I had seen his body hundreds of times before. He murmured something along the lines of “Let’s please get this over with.” I quickly said the first part of the spell and a shimmer coated his body in a substance that looked a lot like sweat, but a lot stickier, which would allow me to stick the few items we had gathered to his chest and shoulders. I also rubbed a bit of the body wash we had found into his pits, since there was probably no way the bigger bottle would be held by the spell. Then I cast the second incatation and my boyfriend was engulfed by a blinding light, that seemed to fill the world. When the glow subsided it was obvious that something had changed. While I could tell that something about our lives had changed overall, the biggest change sat across from me. Instead of the scrawny unsassuming John I knew and loved now sat an absolute mountain of a man. The spell had done what we wanted, even though it had taken everything John and me had planned and cranked it up to 11. I was in awe as John flexed took in his new form and flexed his new muscles curiously. I almost squealed as he bounced his more than watermelon sized new pecs, his nipples quarter sized, round and basically begging to be sucked on. Each little flex and bounce caused the enormous mounds of flesh to become heavily striated, sexy mass of brawn that made my mouth water. I could barely hold myself from cumming when he threw up his arms into a double biceps pose. His biceps alone were bigger than NFL footballs and his triceps were incredibly impressive massive horseshoes. He absentmindedly rubbed his abs and when he sat upricht I could see the deeply cut upper 2 rows of what I assumed was the sexiest sixpack had ever seen. Even his legs were massive, like sinewy oak trees and from what I could see peeping out from under the table, they were capped off with huge and muscular size 19 feet. When he spoke, John had a masculine, sexy baritone. Even though it was still a bit unsteady from the unsureness of himself (which was fully understandable after a transformation this drastic), I could barely refrain from leaping onto him to passionately make out right then and there. “I think the spell worked.”, he said and smiled a perfect, yet uncertain smile. Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore. That trace of his old insecure self inside this absolutely gorgeous hunk of a supermodel faced hunk was just too much to take. I basically leaped over the table and onto John wildly making out with him, exploring every inch of his new body I could reach with my hands. I rubbed the bumpy road that were his abs, traced the thick veins that ran along his massive biceps and circled his perfect nipples. All the while our tongues were wrestling in his mouth and he started ripping what little clothing I had on at home off of me. What followed were hours and hours of passionate lovemaking. I won’t go into detail here, but let’s just say the spell really increased John’s once pathetic sexual stamina to a nearly inhuman level. Apparently the spell also made sure that the newly grown hunk would have the skills to make any porn star jealous and a cock that woud even make Long Dong Silver green with jealousy and outsized the bottle of body wash greatly. I also suspected that John was incredibly virile now and that after the couple rounds of unsafe sex, I was now carrying his child. I’d have to get this checked soon. After we both had calmed down a bit (Even after a dozen orgasms John’s dick was still semi-hard.) we analyzed the results of the spell.Obviously the sample of protein gel had worked as expected and caused his formerly basically nonexistent muscles to grow. Though none of us had expected him to be champion bodybuilder size. The face mask I had found seemed to have cleared his skin of any imperfections like zits and scars and made him painfully handsome, but since it was a Korean brand it also had the unexected side effect of turning him from his formerly pasty white self into a stud with Korean heritage. The little tube of toothpaste had turned his formerly slightly crooked teeth perfectly straight, as well as making them pearly white. It also gave him a smily that was both incredibly sexy and completely adorable and could probably melt ice. The body wash I had smeared into his pits before the smell had of course given him the incredible body odor, that while pretty musky was still unbelievably mouthwatering (I normally wasn’t much of a musk girl, but John’s new smell drove me wild.) And then there was the Magnum XXL condom. John had accidentally bought a pack of those a while back, grabbing some that were far too big for his old package. Now however that was a different story. John’s dick had grown so much that the condoms only fit around the soft version of the monstercock. As soon as that thing got hard it blasted the condom right off it’s sizable girth and blew it to shreds. Nowadays we have to have them custom made online so they can contain his tool and his massive loads. Overall I can say that the spell was a complete success. I really need to remember to bring Sheila some thank-you-gift when we’re around there next time. Her witchcraft really didn’t disappoint.
  8. Is it a tablet? Is it a smartphone? No, it's the Chronivac. Some of you may know that for the past two years I'd tried to establish a tradition on pre-purge Tumblr, which I'd like to continue here. I hereby call all of you creative minds out there and challenge you to participate this year as well. In the first week of 2020 (meaning the week from 1st to 7th) I want you to write a story. No limitations on the direction (So don't feel left out you bodyswappers and bodysuit guys), but it should have a Chronivac, MasterMaker or whatever name your reality changing device is called in it. I hope the resonance will be as amazing as on Tumblr, back in the days. Feel free to link your stories below or use the hastag "Chroniweek". And just as a little inspiration I'll leave that guy here. Is he an employee to an office where the boss has a reality bending computer? Or is he the hardworking husband of a Chronivac user? It's up to your imagination. I'm looking forward to a bunch of amazing stories out of you guys (and girls?)
  9. It's been a while since I last posted a story. Sure hope I didn't get rusty. George had had a weird feeling about David lately. Even though George, or Big G, as his fellow jocks called him was the captain of the wrestling and football teams, infamous horndog and overall pretty much uncrowned king of the school, just glancing at David made shivers run down his spine. He didn’t even know why, after all David was still the same small size like he used to be, just like last week when George had taken the greatest pleasure in ridiculing and bullying the smaller man, but something about the nerd had changed. Maybe it was his new aura of confidence that he inexplicably had developed or the fact that he didn’t duck away from George when he walked through the halls. Or maybe it was the new shimmering ring that David was always toying with. Whatever it was, all of George’s doubts and insecurities where blown away when the nerd bumped into him one day. He had just been chatting with Katie, one of the few girls in school he hadn’t yet scream at the top oof her lungs as she rode his massive 9 inch monster. He had been making casual hints about the girth of his cock and the size of the bottle in his hand when David bumped his bony shoulder into George’s muscular arm, causing the brute to spill drink all over the new tanktop he was wearing. Katie started to giggle, but George’s handsome face turned red with anger. “Watch where you’re going, twerp!”, he yelled, grabbing skinny David by the shoulder and spinning him around. David was simply grinning, obviously pleased with the way he had angered the much bigger man. “Sorry, George, didn’t see you there.”, David replied sarcastically, “Besides you’re not so big that you could call someone twerp.” Katie had stopped giggling now, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. “I’ll show you just how big I am, twerp. Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes, we’ll have a measuring contest. That will teach you ignoring these babies.”, the jock said, flexing a thick biceps for effect. “I’m gonna be the judge.”, Katie chimed in enthusiastically. David just nodded, his grin even wider than before. A few minutes later Katie and George waited for the David in the school’s gym, the smell of iron and sweat heavy in the air. “I bet the nerd got too scared to embarass himself and ran home.”, the jock boasted, having changed into a sleeveless hoodie and black sweatpants for the contest. Katie giggled again. In that moment the door opened squeakingly and David stepped into the clearly unfamiliar environment. While he wore a long sleeved workout shirt and similar sweatpants to the ones George wore, he couldn’t have looked more out of place. The textile hung loose on his bony frame and the ring he was playing with didn’t help making him look better either. The tension was nearly palpable as the smaller man walked towards the pair and in an attempt to ease it a bit, Katie intervened. “Have you thought about the stakes yet?” George was the first to answer. “If I win, which I will, I want the nerd to come to my next match and apologize to me for being disrespectful and then kiss my feet.”, he said with a cruel smirk, sure the smaller man would chicken out. David didn’t seem fazed by the demand at all. “If I win I want Georgie to suck my cock.”, he replied, obviously enjoying calling the jock ‘Georgie’. Immediately the bigger man grabbed the man by the collar and effortlessly lifted him into the air. “No way in hell I’d ever suck your disgusting cock. And if you call me by that name again you better make sure the hospital has a puzzle enthusiast to get your parts back together.”, he said, his deep baritone filled with anger. “But since there’s no way in hell you’ll win, why not. If you can beat me in even one category I’ll suck your cock once.”, the jock said in a generous tone. David just grinned cheekily. “And what if you lose to me in every category?”, he asked. “Haha, good joke twerp, but okay. If you beat me in each every category, which is not gonna happen in a million years, I’ll be your cumdump for an entire month.”, George laughed, earning him disgusted looks from Katie. “That‘s a deal then, Big G.”, David said and extended a hand. And while George was still a little annoyed by the nerd using his jock nickname but still shook the smaller man’s hand, sealing the deal. “Let’s get started then.”, Katie said, clapping her hands. She still looked a little disgusted by the demands of the two men, but had regained some of her formerly cheerful demeanor. “How about starting with legs, big guy.”, George said in a joking fashion. He knew that his legs were his strongest part thanks to the sports he played and wanted to crush David’s confidence as soon as possible. Faster than the human eye could see, George’s had stripped out of his sweatpants, leaving his marble statue like legs on full display. “Good thing I never leave out leg day.”, the jock thought as he flexed his impressive thighs and calves. “Let’s stick to measuring our upper legs. Don’t want to embarass yourself when measuring against these diamond calves.”, he boasted as Katie put the measuring tape around the bigger man’s immense thighs. “24 inches.”, she announced, trying hard to not squeal from being so close to the womanizer’s legendary cock. Even though it was soft, the thing made the black boxer shorts bulge immensely, while radiating a lot of heat. Just from the outline of it, Katie could tell that George had not been lying about it’s girth when trying to seduce her. “Oh come on, Katie, you want me to believe that these chicken legs are 24 inches?”, David intervened and patted the muscle. George wanted to protest that he didn’t have chicken legs and how the nerd could dare touching his prided muscle, but as soon as David had touched him an intense pleasure flooded through his legs. The feeling was similar to cumming into a gorgeous girl, only several times stronger. The jock nearly moaned, but as quickly as the feeling started had it faded away. George looked down gain and was shocked by what he saw. His prided legs were no longer the near bodybuilder size they had been before, but far smaller and while he still had some definition and muscle it was a far cry from the marble statue like size it had been before. Then the pleasure returned for a moment and George could feel something change in his mind. Gone were the memories of working his legs religiously and bragging to his friends about their size. Instead he now remembered always focussing on his upper body and arms, training his legs only to look somewhat proportionate. He had never been much of a legs guy, after all arms and chest were what got the girls going. Katie looked just as confused as him for a moment and measured again. “17 inches.”, she announced, visibly confused. “Damn man, you really have chicken legs.”, Davd laughed and patted the smaller muscle again, “Guess it’s time for Katie to take my measurements.” WIth that he too dropped his pants and revealed the biggest pair of legs George had ever seen and considering how meaty the legs of some of his teammates were that meant a whole lot. Even David’s feet were massive size 18 ones by George’s estimation. Katie took the measuring tape and wrapped it around the massive muscle. “30 inches.”, she announced and admired the huge quads some more. Even David’s calves looked like they belonged not to a high schooler but a bull, making George embarassed by his far smaller ones. “Guess that means you owe me a blowjob, chicken legs.”, David proudly announced, giving his legs another flex before pulling his pants up again. He visibly struggled with getting the clothing over the legs that looked completely out of place on this otherwise skiny man. “Choose the next category, big guy.”, the strong legged nerd said, sounding even more sarcastic than before. “Arms.”, George announced, gaining new confidence frrom the fact that the front of David’s underwear had been pretty flat. Again it was George’s turn to start. While his arms weren’t exactly his strong point and many of the guys on the football and wrestling teams were bigger than him, he was sure that he could beat David. The guy looked like someone had attached two sticks to his shoulders. Even with George’s more athletic than bulky arms beating the nerd would be a piece of cake. It took Katie a while to avert her eyes from the massive wheels that David had poured into his skintight sweatpants, but eventually she focussed on the task at hand. With he delicate fingers she wrapped the tape around George’s biceps, gently rubbing the dense muscle and definitely enjoying it a lot. “That delicious biceps has 18 inches.”, Katie purred. George had suspected that she was an arms type of girl from the way she had rubbed his upper arm when they had flirted, but that reaction was pretty intense. Much to the jock’s contentment a sour look passed over the nerd’s face as David stepped forward. He grabbed George’s left arm squeezed the muscle . Naturally he didn’t even make a dent. “Not bad, Georgie, they’re pretty dense. But I don’t really think these arms are 18 inches.”, David commented and the intense pleasure from before overtook the jock’s mind once again. Memories of being close to equal to his teammates when it came to arms were wiped from his head and new memories took their place. Being forced to arm wrestle against the football team’s linebacker and losing in a spectacular fashion. Being jokingly mocked for his weak throws at football practice. The memories of him being team captain to the wrestling and football teams faded too. He was just a normal player, not great not horrible, just average. A meaty thud pulled George back to reality. David had pulled his right arm up into a flex and again patted it with a massive calloused mit. The sound kind of reminded George of when he rubbed his own biceps, just a couple dozen times meatier and harder. Again Katie measured the football player’s biceps, uttering “14 inches.” while she quickly pulled the tape away from George and went over to David, drawn to the huge muscle like a moth to the light. She fought hard to suppress a moan as she rubbed the huge globe of muscle, tracing all the grooves and ridges of the humongous biceps. David just cleared his throat and chuckled: “While I really do enjoy it, I think we should really do the measurement first. You can feel it up afterwards all you want.” With that promise wrapped her measuring tape around the powerful muscle and proudly announced “Powerful, mouthwatering 22 inches.”, before going back to rubbing it. George didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even knoe why he had called for this contest in the first place anymore. And another thing was troubling him. He could have sworn that David had been nearly a head shorter than him, but now they were eye level with one another, George just a centimeter or two taller than the guy with the largest arms and legs in school. “Guess we go for chest now.”, George stated the obvious. Katie on the other hand looked incredibly upset, since she had to stop caressing the huge arms of David for a while. George stripped out of his sleeveless hoodie. He was confident that he’d finally beat David even if it was only one category. After all the other man, despite having some definition in his torso from having to move the giant arms and legs he owned, didn’t have a nearly as impressive chest as George did. As Katie placed the tape around his chest, George made sure to bounce his pecs for her, earning him a giggle from the cute girl. “42 inches.”, she said and gave his cut eightpack, which he was especially proud of, a rub, “Not bad.” “Not bad indeed, Georgie. I bet it took you quite a while to build a chest like this, right? But let’s be honest 42 inches sounds a bit too much for a chest like this.”, David replied. I wanted to ask what he was talking about, but then he weighed one of my pecs in one of his calloused hands and another wave of pleasur shot through my body. Suddenly it felt like the weight David was playing with was a lot smaller, like there was less pec to weigh in his bear sized paw. George tried bouncing it and there was definitely a lot less heft to it than he remembered. Another short spike of pleasure washed over him and he looked down. The jock wasn’t sure why he had thought he had a pair of big pecs. Sure, his were pretty tight and shredded, but not huge by any means. After all George had little trouble seeing his sixpack and size 10 feet. Even though he knew what was coming, the voice of Katie saying “34 inches.” after measuring again caught him a little off guard. His confusion was interrupted by the giant mass of muscle that made up the chest of his contest opponent. George had no doubts that David was unable to look past his chest. The massive pair of brawny pecs looked like it was made to block his view downwards completely. George looked at Katie, who despite her own busty chest looked pretty jealous of the massive stud who had now begun bouncing the bulging mass of hard flesh to a little tune only he could hear. It almost seemed like an insult when the busty girl asked the even bustier guy to stop bouncing so she could measure. “That’s an even 50 inches.”, Katie said and put the measuring tape away. “Uhm, Katie, I don’t think we’re finished yet.”, David rumbled as she turned to leave. Both the girl and George gave the stud a quizzical look, but the jock was the first to speak. “What do you mean? We did all the measurements and as expected you won every category.”, he said, still not entirely sure why he had challenged the much bigger man in the first place. Then it dawned him. he remembered bumping into David and being called “twerp” even though he wasn’t small by any means. Then George had bragged how much bigger his cock was than David’s knowing that the overall bigger guy only had about 3 inches of cock between his muscular thighs, a fact that reguarly caused mockery in the locker room. Without much further explanation George and David dropped their pants. The smaller man was certain of success when he compared his own bulging boxer briefs with the flat front of David’s underwear. There was no way he’d lose that last category. With practiced ease Georger fished his 9 inch soft monster cock out of his struggling briefs. Katie’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she realized that the rumors about the size of that thing were actually true. She gulped as she held the ruler next to the quickly hardening tool, feeling the blood pulsing through George’s pride and joy. It only was a few moments before the cock was fully hard. “9.3 inches.”, Katie announced, still baffled by it’s size as George crammed it into his underwear again. “Come on girl, you expect me to believe that?”, David asked in a tone of mild annoyance and rage. Without a warning he grabbed the sizable bulge of his opponent and kneaded the cock through the textile. An intense wave of bliss hit George, much stronger than the previous ones. He could have sworn that he could feel his cock getting smaller under the bigger man’s touch, until it was as if the behemoth was groping a cocktail sausage. David reached into the smaller man’s underwear and pulled free the thin dick that George had grown accustomed to. Simultaneously the Behemoth freed his own massive dick, several times as long as George’s and thicker than the smaller man’s wrist. The angry veins running along the length of the huge dick were almost pencil thick and the purple cock head was probably bigger than George’s fist. With his strong grip David held the two cocks next to one another, his own completely dwarfing the other man‘s. “As much as I’d love to hear the exact lengths of our cocks, I think measuring is a little redundant.”, David announced, “Also we all know that mine’s well over 10 inches longer. 11.4 the last time I measured.” George swallowed hard as an astonishing amount of pre was dripping from the massive cock head. “Looks like I won all the categories, Georgie.”, said David and a wide, almost sinister smile crossed his handsome face, “And you know what that means, little guy. Better get used to seeing that beast.” With these last words David placed a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and forced him down. Now that George was eye level with the beast he wondered if he’d be able to last for an entire month as cumdump for that farm animal sized junk. As David forced him forward towards the angry looking purple mushroom head and he opened his mouth wide another thought crossed his mind. Maybe he would make it for a month, but what if he didn’t want to stop after that. After all he sure could get used to the delicious taste of Big David’s huge cock.
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