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  1. “Who’s sneakers are these” Charlie called, holding one of the massive stinky shoes in his hands “Which ones” his mother called from the kitchen Charlie pulled back the tongue, the musky smell only stronger. “Size 22s” He shouted back “Oh, those are Reese’s” his mother called back These can’t be Reese’s, the 5ft6 fat ass didn’t have size 22 feet. “Reese is like 5ft6, aren’t his feet size 7” Charlie replied, burying his nose into the shoes mouth His mother chuckled lightly “Charlie are you alright” Charlie quickly dropped the shoe with a thud, he had no idea there this sudden fetish for foot funk came from. “Yea, I’m cool, a little tired” he yawned “Ok, go to bed” His mother ordered as he appeared with a pile of laundry “Take this with you” “Ok” he took the pile “But the shoes” His mother looked at him with confusion, she checked his forehead. “Mom” he stepped back She shook her head “You’re just tired” she rubbed his arm, comforting him “Charlie, Reese hasn’t been 5ft6 since he was 13, he’s got to be pushing 7ft by now” Charlie’s face went blank “What” “Honey, Reese has been wearing those sneaker for a month now, you were there when we brought them” she explained “He had just got back from football practice and you gave him a foot rub, I’m proud how well you support him” Charlie dropped the laundry. His mother scolded him, and they quickly put the pile back together. His mother dumped the last piece on top, a giant stretched out jockstrap, that had been hidden in the pile. “Now get to bed, and wake Reese up, he has practice in a few hours” she ordered Charlie’s brain worked overtime to process everything, his eyes glued to the fading name written on the jock, REESE. How could Reese with his baby dick fill such a large cotton tent. Charlie had seen that micro-dick enough times, Reese was always jacking it. The two boys shared a room, their beds either end and facing each other, so they’d seen a lot of each other. Charlie opened the bedroom door, noticing that it now was decorated with ‘REESE’S PAD’ in big colorful letters. The room was different, now dominated by a huge bed and the even bigger occupant. Charlie stared at the long wide feet near the end the bed. He could see that it was two double beds pushed together. The door swinging closed made Charlie jump, the pile dropping to the floor, the musky jock landing at his feet. The beast on the bed sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with long heavy arms. “Reese” Charlie questioned Reese chuckled “Hey bro, like the changes” he bounced a pair of thick pecs “How” Charlie asked froze to the spot “The Chronivac finished downloading on your laptop” he smirked, a large hand disappearing under the blanket “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, I made sure of that” “The Chronivac” He questioned “What does that matter, you’re huge, mom thinks you’re on the football team….and my bed is gone” Charlie listed, his eyes stuck on a growing mound between Reese’s trunk like legs Reese’s free hand twisted a pierced nipple “Yea, I’m huge and I’m on the football team” he moaned suddenly, the mound rising higher “And your bed isn’t gone, it’s at the foot of the bed" Charlie looked down at the small cot, a pair of gym shorts stuffed with socks as a pillow and an old basketball jersey for a blanket. "You find my smell comforting” Reese explained “But sometimes you sleep up here with me” Reese suddenly threw back the blanket, and slapped a huge leaking meat-stick against his abs. Charlie licked his lips, his mouth full with saliva all of a sudden. “You want breakfast” he offered “I have a couple hours before practice” Charlie now settled into this new world tentatively climbed between Reese’s legs, spit dripping from his plump lips. Reese fell back onto the bed as Charlie spat a large gob-full of spit onto his hulking brothers horse cock.
  2. you are a special man because you were born small, so small that you look like a bug, you are not the only one in this world because people like you are called minuses, and all minuses have the same thing in common, they are as small as a bug but they have the capacity not to die because their body is designed to be crushed, flattened etc even if it hurts them, it reform and cannot be dead or cut from blood. at the age of 18 is when have become alone, the state sent a man to help you in life, he calls him the help to the minus, are role and to help the minus in all the day because the minus does not have a house or a bed made to measure so the help and to help the minus go to his bed but also for all other tasks, normally the help is 24/24 with the minus even in the toilet, help can sleep in the minus bed with him, it all depends on what you planned. to have the right to this assistance he makes fill a request but also you could choose in a catagolgue your assistance. you are called quentin, you had a fetish on the muscular man more particularly on their biceps, you had therefore the conditions to have a help, you go on the web site to make the request with evil but the site was well designed because you just needed to type on the keyboard, the site says "to get help that suits you we need you to answer some questions" first question "should your helper be?" choice1: kind is attentive to you choice2: listening option3: brutal, dominant, who can be mean to you and can hurt you. you were surprised that he offers the choice 3 puts you like the idea of having a man who takes himself for a god and you a little insignificant thing and that he can even hurt you so you press the 3. then the site offers some man you can choose with that description you choose the three too, his name is david, he is very muscular, he cares more about these muscles than anything else, he likes to do a lot of bodybuilding does not know the shower, has armpits full of hair, very domineering, love to grind things in it's mega biceps and other muscles
  3. EDIT: I've accidentally posted this story in two different places because I didn't realize there was a separate place for unfinished stories. I can't figure out to delete this one. Oh well! Hey bros. Writing a pretty personal story that I'd thought I'd share with you all. I'm super tired and depressed these days, so writing stuff like this really helps me process. This story isn't just a quick sex scene, so I want you to try and get into the characters. It's still in progress, so any feedback helps. Appreciate it! CHAPTER 1 - The Gay Bar Escapade --- They met online. Usually, online connections don’t really work out. Sometimes, you think you’re talking to a cute boy who just got out of college, so you start texting each other. But suddenly, when it’s time for you to meet each other, you find out that it’s just a 60 year old man who’s lonely, bored, and a compulsive liar. But this time, it worked. And don’t ask me why. Sometimes, it just does. And you always hope that it does. Jake was always on the computer. He didn’t like going outside a ton, because going outside meant that he had to face the terrible world of adulthood and wearing pants, and really, no one wants to do that. He’d met Brad randomly, on a YouTube comments section. It was a sadder song, the kind that people listen to when they just want to feel things. He’d offhandedly commented on the music, and someone had replied, with a message that was strangely kind. “I feel that way too,” the comment said (strange, knowing the kinds of comments youtube had), “do you have any other music like this?” And so they’d kind of bounced music back and forth, and it was kind of exciting because they’d feel the same about certain things, and they got to discover music together, and it was strangely easy and anxiety free. One day, when Jake was flipping through recommendations, he’d stumbled on Brad’s actual channel, which included his face, and the upper half of his body. Brad did commentary on random things— this time it was about an indie video game released in 1994. Jake was infatuated instantly- not only because Brad’s beard was full, dirty blonde, and masculine, but because Brad was someone who wasn’t an idiot or a liar. He didn’t do things for the attention. He had a good head on his shoulders. And goodness, he had some good shoulders. And suddenly they were seeing each other. Texting at first, then video chatting. Then they were talking about life, coming over to each other’s houses, sharing the same sweaters. It never seemed this easy with other people he’d met. Brad was easy to talk to, and seemed to keep conversations going. Jake was quieter and less socially skilled, but had a lot to say when he opened up. For whatever reason, it was like they already knew each other, already wanted to find out more. Brad was older and had the money to move around, and wasn’t afraid of many things. So they got together one day, after a multitude of texts, and it felt pretty effortless. It helped that Brad was especially eager. When they first started seeing each other, he’d not stop texting. Before they were even close, it was clear that Brad wanted to initiate. And sometimes it was a little uncomfortable, because Jake had never dated anyone that seriously before (besides one girl he’d seen in High School for no reason except for the recognition). Brad was taller, 6’4”, well built, with a slightly greying head of hair that Jake would always ask about. He had nice shoulders, the kind you could put throw a hunted deer on, to take home to eat. They were wide and muscled, and always fit well into the XL T-Shirts that Brad would wear just about everywhere. He looked like a dad in a lot of ways, especially because he had the girthiness that only enters into the muscles with age. A moderate weightlifter, he made sure to work out all the parts of his body with equality. He loved his body, as he would tell Jake. He made sure to take care of it so that it looked good for other men. Jake was certainly shorter. Many would call him a gold star gay, because he looked so unsuspecting and everyone would invite him to events because he was just an easy gay person to have around. With surprising biceps that he got from being on the swim team, Jake was always just trying to be more than ordinary. He didn’t want to be the typical person, didn’t want to have a normally sized body, didn’t want to act like all other gays. It was hard though, because who else was he supposed to be? He wanted to be manly as hell, this huge man with a life. But instead, he was average, average, average. His dirty blonde hair and eyebrows got him a lot of looks from the girls, and some of the guys at school, but never the attention that he wanted. He’d always been drawn to the football players and swim guys, but they were all too immature or terrible to have decent relationships with. Once he thought he had a thing with another player on his water polo team, but it turned out the other guy was just drunk and touchy. He was too closeted and didn’t think Jake was valuable enough to come out for. So it was always back to the computer for Jake, trying to find something worthwhile, but getting nowhere with people he didn’t even care about. People online were just awful. They spent no time getting to know him and only wanted pics. “Nice jawline!” “Your so Hot” or “<3 <3” were the only kinds of conversation he got. It wasn’t even worth his time. Not to mention the people on the other end of those comments were always these creepy men that clogged up any hope of real interactions. When Brad showed up, everything changed. It was like there was finally someone he could talk to. Someone he could be there for. Someone who didn’t hang around just because the scruff on his face made him look so cute. It was because Brad really wanted Jake, even before they could see each other. When Jake thought of this, it really turned him on, in ways other things hadn’t before. The first thing they did when they got together was go to a gay bar. Just for kicks. Also, because Jake had never been to one before. It was a surreal experience, one that still didn’t make sense to Jake after he thought about it. “You ever go to a gay bar before Jake?” Brad had asked him in the car. “No, it’s kind of scary to go out into places like that,” Jake replied. “Why’s that?” “Well… because… I don’t know,” Jake started. “Naw I get what you mean,” Brad replied with a giggle, “gays are just about the most unpredictable thing you’ve ever seen.” As if to emphasize that, he grabbed Jake’s thigh. It surprised him. “Yeah! I—” Jake started. “Okay I’m gonna park the car around back, and you can get out and wait for me in front,” Brad continued, interrupting Jake casually. Jake was confused by this at first because all his attention was drawn to the human contact on his left leg, and Brad was talking like nothing strange was happening. But he nodded like it was just nothing out of the ordinary. They pulled up at the bar, and Brad shoo-ed Jake out of the car. Jake was on the darkened street now and awkwardly walked toward the place that they were trying to get into. It must have been around Eight o’ clock, so the street wasn’t well illuminated by anything but unnatural light. As he neared the bar, he immediately felt a bunch of eyes on him, like he was walking into the wrong classroom. It wasn’t a gentle kind of attention either. It was aggressive, almost thirsty. A couple standing out front, illuminated by the purple yellows of the neon looked directly at him together, and continued talking. The Bouncer immediately turned to face him. The line waiting to get into the bar glanced at him like he was kind of a challenge. Jake remembered why this was something he didn’t do. He got into the line, even though it was painful, in the vague hope that Brad would show up before he got into the building. But after an uncomfortable amount of time, he’d gotten to the front, and Brad still hadn’t showed up. “ID?” said the bouncer. “S-Sure,” Jake stammered. He was trying to play it cool, but really had no idea what that looked like here. He pulled out his wallet and took the card out of the display. He handed it to the bouncer. “So what’s this all about again? Trying to get with older men?” The bouncer said. This was so painful. Jake almost wanted to shut down completely. “Oh, uh,” he said, “I mean, that’s my ID.” There was almost no conviction in his voice. “Hey, it was a nice try, but you gotta do better than this,” the man said. He unhooked the rope that led the line into the bar. Jake could feel the eyes of everyone on him. This was so embarrassing. He looked like a child trying to cheat other adults. He looked around like someone would help him, but felt only the small smiles that the people in line were showing. He didn’t know what to do, so he froze up. Suddenly, Brad was there. “Hey bud, what’s going on here?” He half shouted. Jake looked up. “He handed me a fake so I got him out of here.” said the bouncer, addressing the man walking towards them. “You can’t be coming into bars if you’re not old enough.” “What?” Brad’s brow wrinkled. “This kid’s too honest to use a fake. If he were trying to get in with a fake, don’t you think he’d try a little harder?” The bouncer sighed. “Look,” said Brad, his face starting to make sharp movements, “this is a gay bar. Gays have had it rough enough. The kid’s 22, and I know, has the courage of a 17 year old, but we’ll pay the cover charge, which is like 10 each right? Just let us in.” Jake looked around. He was trying to dissociate from owning the trauma of the situation, but he’d realized that the cover was only 5$ that night. “Hm,” the bouncer looked at Brad, then back to Jake. “Are you his Dad or something?” With this, Brad grabbed the rope that had been unhooked, and with the other arm, grabbed Jake’s entire torso. He moved forward, clipped the rope back in, and pulled out a wallet. “‘Preciate it,” Brad said, as he handed a 20 to the bouncer. He didn’t seem to respond with resistance, so they kept walking forward. They made it through the door and onto the hellish disco in front of them. “Thanks,” Jake said weakly, looking back at the bouncer. “What!?” Brad replied, looking at Jake. They met eyes. “Did you just thank the bouncer?” Jake just chose not to reply. He looked kind of dazed. He’d thought it romantic, and scary, and embarrassing all at the same time and wasn’t sure which emotion to proceed forward with. In front of them was a lake of people jumping to a neon fuschia music beat. Things were essentially cloaked in darkness, save the glow in the dark paint splatters across the walls that strangely resembled other less appropriate substances. All around, people came and went in a sweaty, disorganized cacophony. The looks were less intense in here, and the biting coldness of the air conditioning felt kind of nice. It was almost like a different world entirely, one that wasn’t faced with so much social pressure. They started to walk over to the bar, and Jake found himself clinging to Brad without actually touching him. It was like he actually had a Dad today, to go with him places and make him feel less afraid. It was nice. Jake eased up a bit. Along the way, Jake met the eyes of a cute blonde guy who was skinnier than him. There was this strange burst of electricity, and then he broke eye contact. He’d noticed that the man was only wearing a thong, which really turned him off. Brad walked up to the bartender girl making drinks, and ordered something that sounded like a country and a randomly generated noun. It was hard to hear over the noise, and the words didn’t usually go together anyway, so Jake had a hard time recognizing what was being said. The girl nodded, cocked her head, and gave them a brief smile. “Do you ever wonder,” Brad asked, facing Jake “how many good, attractive people like you are just sitting at home, too afraid to come out and meet people?” . “Oh thank you,” said Jake. Brad had just complimented him, and it made him feel good inside. Then he realized he forgot to answer the question. “Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. Like, there are probably so many amazing people out there, but it’s just so hard to meet them.” “Right,” Brad replied, looking around, then back at Jake. “I guess the problem is that there are so many brave idiots who really should just stay home and do some thinking.” The bartender came back with their glasses. “Been a while since someone here’s winked at me,” she said to Brad. “Are you his dad?” “Oh honey,” Brad said with a melodic gruffness that surprised both the girl and Jake, “I’m gay. Just think you’re cute is all. The bandana on the arm is such a touch.” The girl beamed with enjoyment. She was incredibly pretty, and had a soft face that was somehow angular. “Well thank you” she almost squealed, “that’s so sweet. Gay men are so wonderful. You know they’re being honest because they don’t use compliments to try and get inside your pants.” She handed them their drinks. Brad started a little bit too quickly, and Jake watched as his Adam’s apple moved to compensate for what was going down. It scared him and intrigued him. He looked at his own drink and took a sip. It tasted like vodka and did not go down easily. Again Jake felt like a tiny, tiny boy, out of place. “How’s it taste?” the girl asked Jake, a little too pointedly. She’d noticed. “I… like sweet drinks,” Jake replied with a smile and a cough. He felt comfortable around her, like he did all women, but was finding it harder and harder to sound cool. She laughed. “I’m Lacy. You two are kinda likable. I’ll keep you in my mind,” she said to them. “Lacy, I’m Brad.” “I’m Jake. This place is kinda nuts isn’t it?” “Yes,” said Lacy with a nod. “But it’s fun. I get to be a mom to these sisters. Don’t have to dress like a nun. Men won’t try to grope me except sometimes. And even then they’re just lonely. I can work with that.” Lacy nodded and looked at the group of other men clumped around the bar. It was growing harder and harder to have a conversation. “Well see yuh!” Lacy gave them a small wave and then grabbed a rag to wipe up a spilled drink. She picked up the cup and placed it on the counter in front of an older man who looked severely drunk. She slapped him on the cheek gently and told him to pay attention to his containers. He nodded, stupidly. “Wanna move around a little?” Brad said. Jake met eyes with Brad again, and felt a little flutter in his chest. Brad was just....he was just… incredibly sexy. Jake didn’t really have the words to contradict or express a desire. He just nodded. He wanted to be next to Brad. So they started walking. They headed towards where everyone was dancing, and Brad got sidetracked looking at a Go-go dancer. Jake wasn’t paying attention, and was drawn in to the mass of excited bodies. It was interesting. He started to smile and join in. It felt good, to be in a comfortable place, moving to a beat in unison with a bunch of other strangers. They weren’t aggressive or mean. They just smiled and danced along. After a couple minutes, Jake opened his eyes and saw the guy from before standing still with a glass of wine, staring straight at him. It was unnerving, but he continued to dance. He moved into some people’s bodies to get away from the gaze, but he knew it was following him. Seconds later, he felt a touch on his back. He turned around to the same guy from before. “Hey babyyyy!!! What’s up?!” the voice said loudly. “I don’t know! Just dancing!” It was a dumb answer, but it was true. “That’s hot,” said the other guy. The statement made Jake uncomfortable, but he wasn’t sure what to say. Jake was half moving, half conversing with this other person for a couple of seconds before he spoke again. “So where are you from,” the guy asked. He moved in strangely close. “I’m from around here, yeah,” said Jake. What was going on here? He spotted Brad, but Brad wasn’t looking at him. Jake was beginning to feel awkward. “Oh really me too! What High school did you go to?” The man was persistent, and Jake was clearly not interested. “Uh, Carp High,” he said, not really sure if he should have lied there or not. “Oh my god that’s where my sister went!” the person replied with a strange sense of eagerness. Why was that exciting? It was just high school. “Yeah, well that’s great!” Jake was trying to be as polite as he could. “Did she like it?” “No, she kinda hated it. Her name’s Angelina. Did you know an Angelina?” “No I didn’t.” There was a long and uncomfortable pause. “Mmm, I like your face,” said the man. Jake was trying his best not to cringe inside. And then it got really weird. The man leaned in and got close. And put his hand on Jake’s crotch. Jake froze up and blinked. He couldn’t believe what was happening. The music proceeded as usual and no one seemed to notice. Brad didn’t even step in. “So…” said the guy, noting the lack of response, “do you like sucking dick or anything?” Jake could not believe the nerve of this person, how oblivious of the right things to say in conversation he was. He remembered what Brad had said about idiots being the bold ones. Jake didn’t want to be here. But he was having a panic attack. Brad walked by and stood watching. Jake broke away and walked over. The person followed. “Hey Brad, can we go somewhere else?” Jake said. “OH, is this your DADDY??!” said the man, “He’s so cuuuute. And sooooo masculine. Hashtag, masc for masc!” Brad raised his eyebrows. Jake was shaking. “You know, masculinity is like… toxic, just so that you’re aware. Just embrace your inner queen, okay sister? Don’t try to be masculine when you know inside you’re just as gay as the rest of us!” The man teased. Jake put his face really close to Brad. ”Besides, the guys you find on Grindr don’t actually want to be your friends.” “Hey Brad,” Jake said, in a normal voice, but one that could be heard over the volume. “Yes, Jake?” “He uh, he grabbed me. I feel weird.” At this Brad’s face turned to stone. He found Jake’s hands and started to squeeze them. The man was still there, and he’d got some other guys to sniff around as well. What happened next still felt like a dream to Jake, though the whole night was hazy. Brad started to breathe, faster and faster, as he looked at the person behind Jake. Jake stared absently at Brad, and then started to notice that ever so slowly, his hands were starting to move. Not move, just expand over his. Like they were growing. Jake thought Brad was somehow looking to hug him, but as he looked upward in the dim neon lights, he realized Brad was getting bigger somehow. It was subtle, and with all the movement happening, it wasn’t super obvious, but Jake noticed because he was starting to feel more skin and more hand on him. There was a guttural rumbling he could hear through their bodily contact, and immediately, Brad broke contact and went up to the man. He was immediately encircled by two others, though they didn’t seem to notice the slow growing Brad kept up. Brad spoke slowly, with intention, but the other guy made no expressions that he was afraid or sorry. Then one of the men took out a cloth and put it over Brad’s face. Jake’s eye’s widened. All he could remember happening next was calling the police because there was too much to think about. He’d never done it before, but when the men noticed he was on the phone, they scattered, and Brad sunk to the floor.
  4. In this story, my name is real but Charles isn't his real name. The rest, is 100% true Charles and Me. My name is Jesus. Charles and I met at the high school. I was never into sports team, mainly because of the lack of interest and the lack of friends there. As I rejected to join, sports team, some of the great men of the course had chosen me to bullying me. In the othre hand, Charles was so quiet that we never knew if he was with us in class or not. Until one day, and after a being beaten by 3 cowards from the classroom, Charles broke the silence that characterized him and told me that he could help me. His offer took me by surprise because I really didn't have any friends in that course. He was the newest of all. Charles took me to his house where he showed me a gym that his father had in the basement and that nobody had used in a long time. Charles and I began to accommodate everything and in a short time we started training. We spent several months training at his home. We even sought help with his father, amateur bodybuilder himself, who told us what we should do to increase muscle mass. He made us a diet and we bought supplements to boost fat reduction and increase muscle mass. After several months both of us got results. When the end of the school year was approaching, we were leaving high school to go back to the gym, when they came again for me only. Charles stand by me and we get rid of the volleyball team: 6 guys defeated. They didn't mess with us again. We finish that course and continue training. We did it twice a day. One day after the morning training, Charles house was just for us. Both of their parents leave. I decide to do something unusual: I stand in front of the mirror and take off my shirt to see my changes. I flex my biceps, larger than when I started training. Same on my pecs, back. My abs were marked. Charles arrived at that moment. He kept looking at me. He also took off his shirt, so we started comparing our bodies. We take off our tracksuit. The legs showed an unusual volume. We decided to stay in our trunks. Charles shows me his back, and I approach him and when I touch it, my cock began to get hard. Charles felt my cock, and he turned at me and said: - Jesus... I don't know if this... I replied: - I don't know anything about this either, Charles... The fact is that when I realize I had reached into his waist and he was grabbing my cock. I felt his hand of steel and brought my lips to his mouth. He kissed me. I kissed him. I also grabbed his cock. It felt big and throbbed quickly. We got naked. And then we lay down directly on the floor. I was on my back and he was on top of me. We keep kissing for a while. Charles wanted to explore my body and I was excited to have him so close. My hands touched every part of his back and his ass, firm as steel. Our hearts could easily go out of our chests. I told him: Charles, fuck me... Charles brought a lubricant from his parents' room and a box of condoms. He started by lubricating my anus, and after he introduced his fingers one by one. I felt that his fingers made me see the stars. I said: Now please! I'm ready for you Charles! I can't wait anymore!... He said in my ear: Relax Jesus... I will do it with all my love. Do not worry. He lubricated his penis, and he put his cock inside me. He introduced his shaft, and started to move inside and outside. When I felt comfortable, he then introduced his cock. And he started to move me with all the strength of his abs, over and over and over again. We started to sweat. I pressed my buttocks against his penis so he would never take it out of me. I felt his load so hot, so pure, deep inside me. We were exhausted, but we wanted more. He said: Come on Jesus, now you. He put me on my back and put his head between my legs. He started to suck my cock. I licked his balls. He swallow my entire penis in his mouth. I was delirious with pleasure. When he was dilated, he put a condom on me and sat on me. He put his hands on my broad shoulders and I grabbed him by his waist. He bent down and we kissed. We begin to move first slowly, then with more speed and then with all our strength. He asked: - Are you going to finish now? I replied: - No. I'm still hard. He got off and put himself on 4 legs. I penetrated him again. Watching my cock inside her buttocks excited me even more. We continued like this for a long time until in a buttocks grip of Charles, I put my load inside him. We were sweaty. And in the meantime, my cock kept dripping. Charles felt it. He ask me to take my cock out. We lay side by side. We hug and kiss each other. We stay like this for a long time. Charles proposed that we took a shower together. I said yes. Then we do it. We enter the the shower. We could not help it. We lathered and our cocks became hard again. We take off the soap. I grabbed Charles by the waist and put him against the wall. He hugged me with his legs. His anus was just above my cock, hard, hot. I introduced it all. At once. He started going up and down. Meanwhile, I kissed her firm breasts, with her red and hot nipples. I ended inside him. Again. He told me to put my face against the wall. I did it like that. He sucked my balls again. And it penetrated me to the end. I was so excited that I screamed like I've never did before in my life. Charles rammed me with superhuman ferocity and strength. He ended inside me. When he took out his cock, I kissed him and said: You are the love of my life Charles. And he said to me: - And you're mine Jesus. We took a shower to clean ourselves, and went out and dressed again. After our first time together, we decided to train naked, when we could. Our relationship lasted years. Charles became a private guard. I am a school teacher. We live in different countries, but we always are together on anniversaries, holidays and Christmas. Our first time together shall never be erased from our memory
  5. It had been pretty rough for my dad recently. My mom left him a month ago and he just lost his job. I was worried for him and his well being. However, that all changed on one fateful day. I had just come home from college for the summer break, and I greeted my dad like usual, talking about my finals. But the entire time he seemed distracted, constantly looking at his phone. I just assumed he was just on some dating app and was talking to some girl, so I let it be. The rest of that day, I never saw him, but I heard some weird noises coming from his bedroom. At one point I knocked on the door to check if he was ok and he said he was fine. Deciding not to push it further I just went asleep, blissfully unaware that my life was about to change. I woke up and went down stairs to eat breakfast. While I was eating, my dad walked in, but he was clearly different. He was only wearing a jock strap so I could see all the changes to his body. He was now very tall, dwarfing my already impressive 6'5" frame, having to be at least 7'2". Was also significantly hotter, having a super attractive face and beard where he couldn't grow one before. The most noticeable change was his body. He used to be kinda scrawny, and started to put on a few pounds, but now he was absolutely shredded, bigger than any guy I've seen at the gym. Then finally there was his bulge. Although I've never seen his cock before, I have seen him in underwear and knew that he was nothing spectacular in the cock department. But now, it looked like he was packing at least 8" of soft meat in his jock, plus some huge balls. Shocked by his transformation, I stammered "D-dad, what happened to you?!" He just laughed, the air seemingly shaking from his new ultra-deep voice "Just a little upgrade boy" he replied cockily "B-but how?" He pulled out his phone "I just found a nifty little app that lets me change people, including myself, however I please" I started to get worried thinking about what he would do with that kind of power "What did you change?" "Haha, glad you asked boy, I decided to give myself a high paying job, and this fantastic body. The only thing I didn't consider was how much of a problem this would be" he said as he grabbed his huge bulge, shaking it. "The thing has got me constantly horny, I jacked off at least 10 times last night." I was shocked at how casual he was about this "Y-you should probably fix that then, how will you?" "You see, I'm definitely not making it any smaller, so my first thought was to find a bitch to milk it, but then realized that it was a waste of time when I already had one" Now getting really worried I asked "What do you mean?" "I mean you son, I know you're gay, so I thought that it would make a nice gift to make you the servant to my new god body, speaking of which, I had pre-set some changes for you" He said as he pushed a button on his phone. At that moment, I started to feel weird. I felt my muscles inflating, especially my ass, which grew to huge proportions. After a while I felt a strange feeling in my ass. It almost felt as though it needed to be filled, like it was hungry for cock. The same feeling happened in my throat. And then finally, I started to crave cum, almost as if I needed it like water. I looked up at my dad "What did you do to me?!" "Oh nothing really, just physically changed you to be able to take my new cock, and made it so that your body constantly craves cock and cum, like any good muscle slut should." He replied casually, walking towards me. At this point my cloths had ripped of my body, my growing muscles overpowering them. I decided that I needed to escape, so I tried to run, but I tripped ober my self and landed ass up. My dad started to laugh "Even your body knows what it's made for, it wont let you escape, after all you're just my toy now" He pressed one last button on his phone and put it away. "Now come over here and suck me off boy" My body automatically responded, going to him, dropping to my knees and taking out his now hard 14' cock and sucking it like my life depended on it. From that point on, my life was completely controlled by my daddy. After a while, I started to love it, I loved being his slave, serving him, swallowing his cum. And that's how I find my self here, on daddy's bed sucking off his morning wood as he wakes up to start his day.
  6. before starting this story I want to point out that he has fetish and violence, this is my first real story and I do not speak English, thank you for your understanding, I speak on behalf of the little person who looks like me. Chapter 1: the presentation your name is Quentin, you were 30 years old is loved muscular men and you were gay, but you were so shy that you have never met, you look only through pictures, you like their muscles that makes them dangerous because it looks like bullies , you often had dreams or muscular men forced to touch kiss their muscle before you crash, unfortunately you knew that in real life nobody does, because you could die or be disabled, but you continue to te masturbate while looking at pictures or videos imagining that he uses their muscle to crush you. You lived in roommate with 5 handsome males each had something special, He had Tom Tom was a 35-year-old policeman, He also had Eric Eric is a well-known footballer who makes girls crack like men. you also had Ben, a wrestler who was extremely hairy everywhere, because he loves these hairs because he could torture with these smells and sweat, it looks like a gorilla, even these buttocks were filled with hair which keeps some smell of farts, the hairs were deep and like a huge forest, he had several takes prefers like taking Cross Rhodes to make feel his armpit or facesitting to make his ass feel is sometimes he fart with facesitting, his wrestling outfit was a simple wrestling slip with boots like randy orton, he loves so much that he always stayed in his outfit and he never changed it. you also had David, a university student David was a tyrant, he likes these biceps and hurts his biceps, he also likes to be admired. If he sees that someone likes his biceps, he will show him very close, because it will hurt him with his biceps, once in school a guy asked him if he can touch his biceps, he accepted When he's finished, he stuck the guy's head into the biceps crack and then he flex hard to hear the bones in his head crack and the man screaming at the power of his biceps. the last roommate is called ridder Ridder was a porn star ttbm hardcord black. all these men always come back in their uniform, because he was obliged to wash them at home, so he leaves in uniform and returns in uniform except ridder who always stay at home, because he filmed these plans in this room, you fantasize on all your roommates when they are in uniform or not, but you were so shy that you try to look at them discreetly even once you have looked through the lock ridder make love through the lock, but what you do not know not all of these roommates were aware, so that from time to time he fucks little poses in the living room, the only thing you knew is that all 5 was very domineering and competitor is also all very brutal like tyrants, but for the moment he leaves you alone. Chapter 2: The divine intervention one day the god decides to have fun and especially to realize your dream, he throws a flash on the house that will change the lives of everyone in this house because everyone becomes invisible so no one can be dead and no blood , but everyone had something special, you had remained normal except that you were spongy that means you could be flattened and you take shape, ditto for the other direction, you can be enlarged but after you take shape but in all the cases you continue to have pain, but the other 5 have them a lot more because they had an unbreakable steel body, he also had a super-strength, with a one-piece tight-fitting suit, and he had all their body that had changed already it was all huge everyone was a little bigger than their penis and he was becoming like gods of muscle because he was very muscular and huge but everyone sees himself a little different, tom had a lot pecs more develop than the others, eric had thighs and legs more develop than the others, Ben had huge buttocks and much more develop and muscular than the others, David, as you can imagine, gets the biceps much more developed, very strong, very hard and muscular than the others, and finally ridder had eight packs like boards to wash super develop and a penis even bigger and longer and harder than the others. The only worry is that he had to eat more protein each person eat for 8 people, and he became more brutal and dominant, he also became a superhero, but he also continues their normal life except that he receives new outfits for their size and set aside because too dangerous even ridder spanked less plan because all these partners was too scared except you who at that time became their slaves and you were so small that they do not pay attention to you in the house and accidents happen often except that you do not mind. Chapter 3: Ben's accident by the time it happened you were sitting on the couch in the middle and Ben had come to sit on the couch when he develops these garment and boot get torn and falls to the ground and Ben loses balance on the couch, he does not notice your presence but see that the couch saw his waist and his ass was like a tight chair, he did not feel that you were stuck in his ass then he starts to laugh when he sees his ass Huge and enormously muscular, he wanted to test several things already he starts to scream and loose a huge stink bomb, for him it was funny because it stank a lot but for you who was in his ass was horrible, you try to screaming but these muscles mask the noise and in addition you could not even move because of the hairs then ben gets up and pats her ass and he feels that his ass was two ultra hard mountains, he decides to see that force and he squeezes all these forces her ass, you scream s pain until your bones crack then you finish flattened and Ben laughs again because he saw, because it was very strong except that these hairs hold you well in place, then ben turns to pick up those clothes tear on the he sees his ass in a mirror when he is bent over, he laughs again then he decides to see how and the depth of his ass he puts it open his ass in front of the mirror and there is a little mouth be, because he you sees in his ass still alive then for a minute he says "you are there quentin, I hope you enjoyed" and then he gets up again still in these buttocks he calls others when all 3 roommates were there he says "what did he do well" said with a smile "look who wanted to play" he bends to show you to the other and you could see that they were all smiling then ben get out of her ass and throw you in the middle.
  7. “Ok…. looks good” Damian said concern leaving his voice He held his wrist while bouncing his bicep to check out the definition. It was thick, round and damn near perfect, you couldn’t tell it had been grown in a lab, made to order. His entire body was a work of art, it was designed to be after all. Toned and tanned. Muscles where there should be muscles, even some places where there shouldn’t be. All of it covered by a large t-shirt, and baggy shorts, and he was on the beach. There were lesser men wandering around in barely anything and he was hiding his perfection. It was because only moments ago before he pushed himself into the ripped tanned beach god body, Damian was 5ft4 and as skinny as a rail. He’d been spotty and greasy, but desperately in love with Greg. Greg was the amazing blond lifeguard at the beach, he’d loved him since high school, but he wasn’t Greg’s type. Greg liked men, real men, with muscles and height. Greg wanted to look up at his lover, not down at Damian’s watery eyes. Now though he would have to look up at Damian, most people would. He wasn’t a towering beast, only 6ft3. But he would be able to press his nose into Greg’s blond curls when they hugged. Damian felt up his face, the bone structure was amazing, worth the extra money to grow a model like skull. Plus it even looked like Damian a bit, just much hotter and chiselled. He could lie and pretend that puberty hit him hard in college. Greg would believe that, wouldn’t he? He pulled off the cap and dropped it onto his towel. His hair was tight to his scalp, the shop told him a new body would need time to grow the long brown locks he’d paid for. Maybe it would be fun to grow out his hair while dating Greg instead of just turning up with the style Greg loved. Damian gave a few final practices of bouncing his pecs, still getting used to the new muscle. He reluctantly pulled off the white t-shirt, his tanned muscles free to the view of the crowded beach. He looked around, no one seemed to focus on him, he forced himself to stand tall. This body was built to command attention. Then he dropped his shorts with a gulp, if his toned beefy chest didn’t get the beaches attention, the couple thousand dollars worth of cock packed into his bright yellow speedo would. With a deep breath Damian headed to the lifeguard hut and to Greg, fingers crossed he said yes to a date.
  8. Paul was struggling, 18 and at college he’d been asked to write an essay on his heritage. It was meant to be a way of showing how well you handled historical research, but Paul just couldn’t find anything. His father was a mix of German, English, Norwegian, Canadian and the rest of Caucasian world. His mother though was Hispanic, she claimed 100% Mexican, but his grandfather always talked about Chile and Brazil. He’d wanted to write about that heritage, but his mother had come over illegally when she was 4. All he knew were the stories, and there was very few from before his grandfather uprooted the family from Mexico and crossed the border. He knew this grandfather had been a gardener and janitor, his grandmother had been maid as some very rich familie’s mansion. He remembered hearing stories about his uncle Jose, who’d been a pool boy when he was teen. The guy still ran a pool cleaning business, but he was running the accounts instead of netting up leafs. His mother was the success story, won a scholarship to Harvard, became a lawyer, married a Senator’s son and set up her own law firm with a couple girls from her sorority. Every bit the American Dream, but that only filled 300 words. Paul’s head thudded against his notepad as he sighed in frustration. He looked up from his desk and out the window onto the campus green below. It was pitch black outside, but then a streak of light rocketed across the sky. “A shooting star” Paul grinned “What the fuck, I wish I was more in touch with my heritage” he wished Nothing happened, Paul shook his head, he was an idiot to even try that. Thankfully he was alone in his room. He gave up and dropped his pen and climbed into bed. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Pablo woke, the warm summer sun beaming down onto him. He rose from the sun lounger, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He scratched at his dark beard, his rich dark skin tight over his bulging bicep. What the fuck, Pablo thought, no Paul, my name is Paul, he reminded himself. His room was gone, instead he stood in a lush garden, a massive olympic sized pool in front of him. A huge mansion surrounding the garden. He scanned the area for his clothes, only a net on a long stick next to the lounger waited for him. Pablo bounced his pecs, his perky dark nipples erect in the sun. He gave them a pull, Paul screamed internally. Paul tried to focus, but his mind was cloudy. He took a step and felt his thick long legs stomp down with each step. But something heavy got his attention. He looked down, he was in white swim trunks and they were bulging. “Christ thats big” he muttered, but not in english, only Spanish He gripped his throat, he’d hardly ever spoken Spanish, his mother didn’t even speak it. No that wasn’t right, Paul…. no, Pablo thought. His mother only spoke Spanish, or she had before Pablo jumped the border. He ran a hand down his abs, cupping his large bulge in his hand. Pablo grinned, thank god he was beautiful, he knew looks got you places in America. He had a nice room in the guest house, an easy job lounging around the pool and all he had to do was walk around in tiny trunks or undies so that the old man living in the mansion got a treat. He rubbed the back of his head, his bicep bulging again. Paul fading from his mind, a rich hispanic heritage replacing him, the language, songs, folk stories. It would of made an amazing essay, if Pablo was in university and not cleaning a pool. Pablo bent and touched his toes, giving the old man a good view from the kitchen window of his plump bubble butt.
  9. It was my first day of college, and I decided I was done being pushed around because of my small size and skinny stature. I wasn’t going to be called stringbean, pussy, or tadpole anymore. This is it, I thought, I will finally change into the huge fucking hunk of my wettest dreams. And so, early in the morning before class, I had taken it upon myself to visit the campus gym. As I approached the building, I could see through the windows that there were some seriously jacked bodybuilders in there, pumping muscle with gigantic weights as if they were as light as a pencil. I walked inside and began to lift weights, heaving with all my might but getting quickly exhausted after two sets of fifteen reps. I gazed over at a dreamy shredded twink in a blue tank top, whose veiny arms and hard pecs thrusted as he did deadlifts. He had scruffy brown hair, an amazing jawline, and intense blue eyes that were complimented by the beautiful eyebrows that sat on top of them. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatshorts that cradled his big bouncing ass tightly, and as he turned around, I almost slobbered when laying eyes on the thick, long outline of his huge cock. Seeing me staring at him, he smiled devilishly, put down his weights and walked towards me, his big dick shaking with every step. “Hey,” he said as he sat on the bench next to me, “can I help you with anything?” Realizing my mouth was wide open, I said, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” Feeling my average-sized dick hardening in my gym shorts, I crossed my legs, and tried not blush, but I failed. ”It’s okay,” he replied, “you’d be surprised how often that happens.” His sweaty musk smelled so alluring. ”I wouldn’t be that surprised,” I responded, licking my lips and looking once more at his dick, which was creeping out of his shorts. “My name’s Anthony,” he said, smoothing back his spiky hair, “what’s yours?” ”I’m Adrian,” I replied, feeling warmth spreading to every place on my body, and desire inching up my throat. I was about to reach out and run my hand gently over his biceps, when he glanced at his watch. “Oh wow! Sorry, I’m gonna be late to class!” he exclaimed, and bolted out the door, his butt swaying perfectly behind him as he left. Sighing, I returned to my pointless weightlifting, wishing hopelessly that I could suck his cock and fuck his ass. He would never agree to that, though, I thought, looking sadly at my nonexistent pecs and completely flat stomach. Later, in the afternoon, I saw Anthony exiting the locker room as I walked in. He nodded at me cockily, and I nervously smiled back, wanting to say something flirty, but before I could he had rounded the corner. I cursed myself silently and entered the boys locker room. I always hated gym class. I mean, you can’t blame me, a scrawny little white gay kid with barely a hair on my chest, for hating gym. The locker rooms were torture, watching all the ripped straight guys casually removing their boxers in front of me and walking around with their donkey cocks flopping all over the place. They were like stupid alpha wolfs, bantering about which girls they were going to fuck next, comparing their dick sizes, pulling each other’s pants down and laughing hysterically. As I furtively approached my locker, Jason Tyler, who’d gone to my high school, grabbed the waist of my briefs and tugged them towards the ground, snickering maliciously. Jason was a blond dumb jock, with a rock-hard eight-pack that he showed off like a peacock. “Hey, Adrian!” he called stupidly as his cronies gathered around. “Nice four inches of steel you got there,” he mocked, pointing at my fully visible hard-on with glee. ”It’s actually five inches,” I corrected, immediately regretting my decision to say anything. I pulled my briefs back on, which hardly did anything to hide my obvious boner. “Sure,” Jason remarked with a sneer. “Have you seen my eight inches?” he asked, whipping his dick out at me with a grin. “They’re fucking mind-blowing!” As he walked away, whooping like a buffoon, I angrily gave him the middle finger, but he didn’t notice, as he had already begun picking on some other guy. That evening, as I slowly and forlornly walked to my dorm hall across campus, I remembered my goal of the year, to not end up being pushed around, and I glumly frowned, for it seemed as though I would fail miserably. As I entered my dorm building, I discovered a small card pinned to the noticeboard in the entryway. It said “Utterly flabby? Grossly skinny? Want to become a sexier you without fake pills or exhausting exercise? Then come to The Erotic Magic Shop on the corner of Hillsbury and Cedar. We’ve got what you want.” Intrigued, I put the card in my pocket and began to exit the building when I ran smack into Anthony, who was standing in the doorway. ”Oh! Sorry!” I said with a slight tinge of pleasure from feeling his stony abs press up against me. For a brief moment, I could sense his thick meat push onto my dick, and my shorts became moist with precum. ”That was my fault,” Anthony said with a cute smile, his hunky forearms glistening with perspiration in the early evening sunlight. “Where are you going?” “I’m new to this area,” I replied, scratching the back of my neck, “so I don’t quite know. Where is Hillsbury and Cedar?” He proceeded to describe the directions, but I kept goggling at his fucking hot body and his bulging cock, my mouth watering for the warm shot of cum that it would release. After sheepishly explaining that I wasn’t listening, he laughed robustly and agreed to walk with me there. As we walked, I tried not to gawk at his gorgeously muscled torso, or his firm but deliciously bubbly ass, with curved cheeks that rose and fell with each stride, but I couldn’t resist the occasional lustful glimpse. We arrived at the Erotic Magic Shop, finding it ramshackle and decrepit, the sign almost eroded completely off. I told Anthony that he was welcome to go back, and he returned to our shared dorm building, saying that he had to finish some homework. Despite the closed sign on the door, I went in, finding it strangely unlocked. It was dark, dusty, and full of boxes piled as high as the ceiling. “Hello?” I called, to no response. As I was passing down an aisle of boxes, I heard what I thought was someone whispering my name. Adrian, it said. Adrian... I followed it to the far corner of the room, where a small flask with a clear green liquid sat on a table, labeled only with the words “Drink me.” Suddenly I thought I heard footsteps on the other side of a stack of boxes, and, snatching the flask, I dashed out the door and ran hastily back to my dorm. Entering my room, I was surprised to find that Anthony was my roommate. He was sprawled shirtless on his back, laying in camo lycra boxer-briefs on his bed with a book in his hand. The head of his cock was protruding from the protesting briefs, with a drip of precum hanging from his dickhole. His broad shoulders stretched out across the mattress, and his chiseled abs moved slowly with his breathing. ”Wow! We’re... roommates?” I asked excitedly, seating myself on my bed, which was next to his. ”Yeah,” Anthony said with a boyish grin, literally struggling to keep his dick in his briefs. “Isn’t this great?” Smiling anxiously, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door, taking off my jacket and t-shirt. My shorts soon followed, leaving me in my undershirt and briefs. Then I grabbed the flask of green liquid from the pocket of my shorts. I immediately gulped down all of the liquid and stood in front of a full-length mirror, feeling ridiculous just waiting for something to happen. Then I felt it. All throughout my nerves, I felt a tingling sensation of sexual desire. My whole body began to throb with pleasure like a dick blowing its load, and I trembled and shuddered with orgasmic joy. “Fucccckkk!” I cried with ecstasy as I noticed my feet growing larger and veinier in front of my eyes, my toes slowly jutting out. Next my calves began to grow, the swelling creeping up my legs until my thighs and quadriceps had erupted with layers of smooth muscle as well. Then my torso quivered in excitement as my flat stomach shredded into a perfect eight-pack of washboard abs visible beneath my undershirt, which I lifted up, running my hand over my chiseled abs in erotic awe. Suddenly, full round pecs sprang forward out of my chest, ripping the undershirt down the middle and rising like mountains. Hard nipples pointed from their peaks, which lactated milk that oozed like cum down my body. My arms followed, biceps bulging out with a pulsing vein down the middle of each one, my triceps popping forth into hulkish treetrunks. Turning around, I could see my shoulders and back broadening and thickening, tearing the undershirt to shreds as my lats expanded with growing muscles. I groaned with gratification as I looked at my ass, which ballooned and bubbled bulbously against my stretching briefs. I flexed my huge ass, feeling the muscles contract and expand deliciously as my hole twitched with delight. ”Unnnnhhh!” I moaned as I turned back around, feeling a throbbing sensation coming from my cock, which bulged in girth and length with every pulse, my straining briefs almost bursting at the seams as my balls grew to the size of melons. I grabbed and squeezed my thick horse cock, pulling the heavy python from my pants and letting its massive head flop down past my knees, where it swung like a pendulum between my legs, dripping a puddle of cum on the floor. I tugged at the hanging veiny monster and stroked it with both hands, covered in cum. My elephant dick began to harden, pushing up to my pecs, where I licked its hole, flowing and streaming with delicious juice. I rubbed the whole fucking huge cock against the full-length mirror, increasing my pleasure infinitely. “Fuck yeah! Fuuuuccckk!” I yelled, hearing my voice become stronger and deeper as I became ready to shoot my load. The mega-cock spewed a flood of sticky cum, which covered the entire bathroom in a gooey mess. I laid down on the floor in my own cum, feeling incredibly intense waves of indulgence roll over me with every spurt. As my dick flopped back down to just below my knees, I heard Anthony call from the bedroom. “What are you doing in there?” he yelled. “Are you alright?” I grinned with excitement and got to my feet, checking out my wet body in the mirror. I was no longer a scrawny toothpick; I was a fucking beast, with round, firm, and meaty legs that supported my godlike torso, which popped in all the right places. My arms were monstrous, and I noticed as I flexed my basketball biceps that my hands had grown as well. I reached for my briefs, to try and put them back on, and, squeezing each leg into the elastic, I got them to fit snugly around the juicy curve of my thick ass. Grasping my giant floppy cock, which was well over a foot long, I tried to shove it into my stretching underwear, causing a couple large rips to appear in the elastic. After a few seconds of struggling to keep the slippery, luscious piece of meat within the confines of my bulging briefs, I gave up and let the huge head hang blatantly out the bottom. ”Adrian?” called Anthony, “What was that noise?” ”Nothing. I’ll be out in a second!” I responded. Smiling devilishly, I licked my lips and exited the bathroom. (To Be Continued)
  10. “Thanks again boss” Malik said from inside the ripped blond in yellow shorts Mr. Andrews the owner of the Paradise Springs Hotel and Resort waved off the young mans thanks. “Think nothing of it boys” he smiled “You earned it, and you Drake” he pointed the guy at the back in the blue speedo “Third year you got yourself here, good job” Drake turned his attention to his boss and smiled widely “Hope I get next year too” “That’s the spirit” Mr. Andrews clapped “Now you boys have fun you earned it” With that Mr. Andrews stepped off the boat and onto the jetty, he waved the four boys off as they sailed away. Drake was smiling ear to ear, and he clapped his hands together. “You guys ready” he asked Malik and Freddy who was shorter and clad in a tight little speedo gave each other a look. “What do you mean” Freddy asked “Isn’t this it” Drake and the fourth guy laughed. The four young, very hunky men weren’t who they looked like. They were employees of Mr. Andrews, four natives of the tropical island that the hotel was built on. They were also his best employees, each winning a month long holiday inside the sexy bodies four insanely attractive American jocks who Mr. Andrews had picked personally. The jocks had been tricked into thinking they were winning a holiday themselves and now they were inside the bodies of the employees and working for the next month in the hotel. Mr. Andrews wasn’t scared that they would talk, none of the dozens of people who suffered the same had talked, and no one would believe them anyway. Drake and his buddy, who neither Malik or Freddy knew, though they think he was the silent guy who worked in the kitchens, had been veterans of a few of these holidays and seemed to be holding something back from the other two. Drake smiled “We are going there” He pointed out onto the crystal blue ocean and towards a giant white yacht. “Holy shit” Freddy gasped “Did Mr. Andrews rent it” Malik asked Drake chuckled, the silent guy was looking excited. “Nope, it’s the Sheikh’s yacht” Drake answered “The Sheikh” Freddy asked The small boat the four guys were on was being docked with the yacht, burly navy dressed men pulled the boat in. “Yep…. Some Middle Eastern Royal” Drake replied “He pays for the body swap and then pampers us for a month” “So he likes having good looking guys around” Malik asked Drake nodded “He tips very well” The burly workers started to help the guys into the yacht. It was the height of luxury and almost too gaudy to look at. Drake added “How do you think I can afford a penthouse apartment” Malik’s eyes widened, he remember Drake’s high class beach view apartment. It must be worth millions. He smiled, a month of being in a hot body and hanging with a generous rich man, sounded easy. The four were led into a large glass walled room, the entire view was perfect ocean. A worker shook a cocktail shaker at a bar and soft music echoed around. “That you little Drake” a deep voice called from the end of the room Drake dropped his speedo and jogged forward. Ahead of him a massive hairy man opened his beefy arms. Drake jumped into them and the two men kissed, the huge man cupped the boys ass. “Very nice body” the man smiled His eyes fell over the other three. Drake slipped out of his arms and started to kiss the mans massive feet. “You will refer to me as the Sheikh, or sir” the man boomed He pulled at his tight speedo, the bulge bounced and then he scratched his hairy solid belly. The silent fourth boy dropped his speedo and joined Drake at the Sheikh’s feet. The huge man eyed Malik and Freddy, then he nodded. “Newcomers, fresh faces” he then clapped and the worker behind the bar moved “Nothing to fear, we are going to have lots of fun” The worker appeared with two brief cases and opened them. They were filled with thousands of dollars. “A welcome gift” the Sheikh added “I hope you both enjoy what I have planned for you” Malik and Freddy shared a look, then they shrugged and dropped their swim wear.
  11. “Thanks coach, we couldn’t have done it without you” Eric boomed downwards Coach nodded dumbly, everyone on the team had reacted so much better to the medication than he’d expected. Who’d have known one small pill could do so much to a human body, he wondered what sort of biological magic it had done within his athletes. Not one of them was under 6ft10, not one of them below 270lbs, not one of them with more than 10% body fat. They were muscle beasts now, many of them had already been beasts before their coach had stepped in. The rugby match hadn’t been that important, which was why Coach decided to test out the pills during it. He didn’t want his boys to explode with size during a real match, or worst have some sort of horrible side effect. What if only their feet had grown into size 18 or above boats, or if they grew thickly muscled arms out of proportion to the rest of their body. None of that had happened, instead every single athlete grew taller, broader and heavier. Dwarfing the other team within minutes, their tallest player barely chest level with his tallest player. The blond twins, both promising and enthusiastic athletes had only been 6ft before, now they were an inch or so over 7ft and had piled on dense meaty muscle. Their uniforms were straining against their bodies, Coach was thankful he’d invested in some elastic uniforms. He feared that much tanned bulky muscle bursting out of clothes could have caused a riot. Which could still happened, their jerseys were tight over their bulking chests and taunt over their meaty muscle butts, any seam could split with one wrong move. Behind the three gods talking to him Coach could see Isaac the teams left winger fucking a couple of his thick fingers into the water-boy’s mouth, his monster cock straining painfully against his shorts. The water-boy looked both excited and terrified, and he should be. Those fingers being jack hammered into his mouth didn’t look anywhere near to the girth he was probably about to choke down. Coach hadn’t been paying attention and the three giants ahead of him were planning a nice way of winding down from their victory high. If only he’d been listening to them muttering to each other, he’d have heard them work out which two would tag team his plump round muscle butt.
  12. It didn’t seem weird to Mitch that all his friends had to suck his dad off when they came to visit, though he never had to do it when he went round their houses. It was just how his dad was, plus it was his house, you had to go by his rules. But then other people's fathers didn’t have constantly boned 13 inch wrist thick monster cocks with orange sized balls that were forever streaming thick gooey cum. His father had one rule, if you were a guy over 16 and under 30 you had to milk a load out of his cock before you came into his house. It was a fun rule, all Mitch’s friends thought so, even when his father hosted his work barbeque every year and the hot interns and his colleagues sons sucked his bull nuts dry no complained, even though a lot of food went uneaten. Though Mitch his hate having to make conversation with his fathers work friends while their sons were busy milking his dad. It left poor Mitch with no one his age to chat with for a while. At this very moment Mitch was watching TV while his buddy Vince sucked out his ‘welcome’ load from Mitch’s dad’s cock, Vince was a regular visitor, everyday since school ended, even though he lived across town. Vince was getting pretty good at milking that horse cock, he almost had it down to a science. A couple flicks of his tongue and it would only be another 20 minutes till his guts were sloshing with Mitch's father's thick cum. For most people it took an hour to get a load out of the monster. A clicking started, Mitch saw his dad smirking while he quickly typed something onto his phone. Which was pretty rude, Vince was trying really hard to be a good guest and his dad wasn't even giving his friend the attention he deserved. Mitch blinked, Vince’s loud moans blocked out the TV’s sound. Why did his father have to be such a good fucker, poor Vince’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head while Mitch’s dad impaled him again and again on his 15 inch baguette of a cock, his swollen grapefruit sized nuts slapped Vince’s peachy ass. Mitch watched Vince's feet flex from their perch over Mitch's father's boulder like shoulders. Vince was probably delirious from another orgasm. It was easy inviting friends over, they always came, then his dad made them cum. His one rule of fucking every 16 to 30 year old boy was ironclad, even Mitch’s young English teacher didn’t escape when he came around to talk about Mitch’s progress in class. Or the neighbour boys when they 'accidentally' tossed a football over the fence, they seemed to do that once or twice a week. Mitch watched his father’s wide back flare as his hairy arms pumped Vince down onto the his massive member. His dad’s muscle ass clenched and he roared. Mitch knew that his father had welcomed Vince properly with a thick gooey load shot deep into his guts. Now they could hang out, that was if Vince wasn’t exhausted after an hour long fuck. Why did his dad have to be such a welcoming stud.
  13. PART ONE It had been a few days since Drew had let his two straight friends turn themselves into cum hungry sluts thanks to his jacuzzi and he was worn out. The boys had been riding him constantly and while he was blessed with an elephant cock, his body was failing him. Drew gave his boys some chores with the promise of a fuck when they finished, so that he could get some free time. Finally he’d be able to test out the jacuzzi. He flicked it onto the setting he'd been planning on using all along and lowered himself into the bubbling water. The effects were instant, his skin prickled as it hit the water. It started with what felt like a deep wash, all faults in skin clearing. Then it started to burn, a deep pleasurable burn. Drew braced himself against the edge moaning as the water focused into a fierce torrent around his cock. The burn melted fat and filled Drew’s slender muscles with strength. It refined Drew, removed and corrected faults. It stretched his bones, his widening feet slid across the jacuzzi bottom. Drew felt his jaw broadening, stubble spreading across his face. The uneven dusty of hair on his chest retracted. The only body hair on his now athletic body was a small treasure trail running between his solid ab muscles, it was still more hair then Chris and Dan had. Drew let out a sigh as the burn faded and the bubbles slowed, his hand caught the setting button and flicked it back to jacuzzi. He smirked down at very above average bulge in his speedo, now surrounded by a body which matched it. “Wow” the soft voices of Chris and Dan chimed in unison Drew winked at the thong clad sluts, it was a rule the boys decided on, they shouldn’t wear clothes. They dropped their thongs and splashed into the pool. Drew gave his decent sized pecs a bounce and the boys giggled, their slender hands pulled at the speedo, fishing out his hefty cock. The two boys started jacking the fat monster, kissing and licking the fist sized head that rose from the bubbling water. Drew leaned back and let the boys work. He decided he’ll let them finish then see what another dose of subnami would do to the former jocks, hopefully it would make them a little more manageable. They were still pretty tall and built, though Drew’s new stud body was evening the odds, another dose of studicane should fix that.
  14. Jackson rushed back to his dorm room, his backpack bouncing with each step. The heavy books slamming into his skinny back. Every few steps he had to push his glasses back up his hawk like nose, and have to focus so he didn’t trip over his ungraceful feet. He arrived back at his dorm, thanking god again that he didn’t have to share it with a roommate. The heavy books crashing to the ground as he dropped his backpack and closed the door behind him with a loud bang. Jackson kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, stepping up to his bed he dropped his jeans. His briefs strained with the heavy slap of cock hidden within them, he scratched his swollen nuts and started searching through the bedside table. He hadn’t jerked off since this morning and was near to desperate for release. He found what he wanted, a small fleshlight. It was an XS size and used to fit Jackson perfectly, but now the rubber asshole was stretched out and the plastic holder was almost cracked from frequent use. The fleshlight had arrived at Jackson’s door two months ago, sealed in a plain brown box. After leaving it for a few days and failing to find out who delivered it Jackson gave in and used it. He was almost too small for it at first, his small 2 incher not even touching the sides. He dropped his briefs, out flopped 8 inches of soft horse cock. Jackson climbed onto his bed, his legs spread and his cock already hardening. Jackson was still in disbelief at the growth of his cock, it was now scary. Long, fat, covered in pencil thick veins and with a head that looked better suited to batter the gates of a castle down. As he lined up the terrifying head of his cock with the tiny rubber asshole of the fleshlight the thick foreskin which has somehow regrown since Jackson got the fuck tube pulled back to reveal the angry red head. Around campus several dozen athletes let out a moan of surprise as in unison they started to feel like they were being violently fucked by a baseball bat. Every player on the football team, not just the first string, but the second string, the backups and the backups to the backups, every single player was getting their holes extremely stretched by an invisible force shaped just like Jackson’s wrist fat baby maker. Some were in class, biting their lips and gripping onto the wooden desk or the chair in front of them. Grinding their toned athletic asses into their seats for some relief. Others had worked out the schedule of the invisible cock which bred them multiple times a day and were right now wrapped in bedsheets moaning. An entire frat house was filled with the sounds of beds rocking back and forth as footballers were fucked raw by the biggest dick they’d never seen. Some would swear if they would even talk about it that they could feel two enormous orbs slapping their asses, they even had the bruises to show for it. Some players dropped out, including boys with possible NFL careers, all to find that once they did they weren’t getting power fucked by a jack hammer all day. One or two even rejoined the team only to get their asses stretched open again. Not one jock had told anyone what was going on, pride stopped them. Not that they could stop it or even find out what was happening, Jackson himself didn’t even know he was fucking the entire football team with his enlarged bull cock. Jackson just furiously slammed his cock into the tiny tube, somehow his entire cock vanished into the thing even though it really should be bursting out of the other end. He’d also never really thought why he’d never had to clean it. Jackson knew he was shooting huge loads, he could feel his hairy nuts emptying 20 or more ropes of thick cum into the tube. Yet it was always empty when he finished. Jackson would fuck his fleshlight long into the night, stopping for a short shower and dinner, and maybe an hour of homework if he hadn’t done it already. It was surprisingly well timed, as the footballers all needed to be at practice when ever Jackson had a long break. But the second practice was over and the athletes were home to get some sleep they were being bred into their mattress by the invisible cock of Jackson again. This had been going on for months, with Jackson’s cock, stamina, roughness and load size getting larger with each passing day. When Spring break came around the footballers left for home hoping the fuckings wouldn’t follow them. Jackson though packed his things, including the fleshlight, and hoped he’d get some new underwear. As he went to leave he found a nicely wrapped present at his door. Glittery green paper with a bright red ribbon making a bow. He picked it up and stepped back into his dorm room, closing the door behind him. Dropping his bag he tore the present open, there wasn’t a card. Inside was a new fleshlight. Fresh and unused, it hadn’t been abused by Jackson’s horse cock yet. Jackson looked it over, smiling that the rubber wasn’t an asshole this time, it was a pursed set of lips.
  15. “Sir, what kind of car is that” “I was giving it an oil change, my first one by the way” “And I got a load of oil on me, then I looked like this” “Really, you don’t see a problem” “I’m in high school, I was just being shown the ropes” “Now I look like I should be on the cover of Men’s Fitness” “OK, the abs aren’t that bad” “And it’s nice being taller” “But how do I explain this” “WHY SHOULD I EXPLAIN IT” “Because I was like 5ft8 and barely 90 pounds” “Now look at me, these arms have more muscle then my old body did” “OK, I’ll flex my arms again” “Sir, what are you doing, stop touching me” “You’re like 25, I’m barely 18” “Oh, you’re right, I’ll probably 25 now” “So… I really shouldn’t be a 25 year old virgin” “Especially if I look like this” “Water is great man” “Oh, what happened to me” “What do you mean” “Are you crazy, I’ve always been a stud” “I’m serious man, are you OK” “Wait, you don’t remember me at all” “Shit, that guy had said my life would change” “Oh, yea, I saved this guy” “But if he had changed anything then I would be different” “I mean I’ve always been 6ft4” “I’ve always been ripped” “I’ve always been this good looking” “Wait, you really don’t remember” “You think I was a pasty nerd, that’s weird” “So you don’t remember sucking me off” “Mate, you suck me off all the time” “I come back from working at the pizza shop and I’m super horny” “I’ve got like a baby’s arm in my shorts, and you can’t wait to get some” “You are like addicted to my cock” “Don’t blush man, you’re a great cock sucker” “How about it, there’s some beach huts back there” “I’m sure I can get you to remember”
  16. Hank always knew he was a disappointment to his father. Hank Snr had wanted a boy who could live up to his name, a beast of a boy. A real stud, a boy who could smash through a defensive line like it was made of sand. A boy who’d turn into a real man’s man, who’d have a jaw line that could chew leather and shoulders broad enough to carry the world. But Hank was a gentle soul, too much like his mother. Where her small size and kind heart were seen a desirable feature by Hank Snr, in his son they were seen as weaknesses. He viewed his son as too effeminate, too soft and wimpy. It only got worse when Hank came out to his family, and worse still when Hank introduced his 6ft6 lumberjack hunk of a boyfriend Bryan to his father. Hank knew why his father was pissed, it was because Bryan was obviously the top in the relationship. It was obvious to everyone that a big broad shoulders slab of beef like Bryan would be the guy fucking every last sense out of little cute Hank. For Hank Snr he just couldn’t stand the idea of his one and only son taking a dick, especially the huge one that showed in Bryan’s jeans. The large lump which forced itself out against his jeans, backed up by two immense rolling bull nuts. It hurt Bryan a lot to see Hank hurting, he couldn’t understand why anyone would treat such a cute little guy like scum just because he loved a big lug. The two guys talked one night, and Hank spilled on everything, how he was meant to be a big guy like his father or like Bryan. Bryan knew that he had to do, he would use his father’s rings. The rings were simple pieces of gold, but once worn by two people the rings would swap the souls of the wearers. Bryan believed it wholeheartedly, he and his brother spent days swapping between each others bodies when they were younger. Most would have just batted away such an idea as some imagined game between two brothers, but Hank believed Bryan. It was simple to set up and within moments Hank was towering over Bryan. Wordlessly Bryan in Hank’s small body unclipped his old bodies jeans and fished out his old horse cock. It was the first time Hank felt what a blowjob felt like, and it was good. The switched couple ended up on the bed with Hank using his new hulking muscles to fuck Bryan so hard the headboard cracked. Bryan hid the rings, he knew that Hank would grow guilty about taking Bryan’s body, but it was for the best. Bryan wanted to be the small guy needing protection for a while, and it let Hank use his new size to tell his father what he thought about him to his face.
  17. Chris and Dan squirmed in the warm water, their asses bobbing in and out of the bubbling pool. Drew smiled from the edge of his jacuzzi, he’d warned them not to use it. His two straight friends had made a huge deal about him buying the bath, they’d made plans about bringing back girls to fuck in it. Why did they think they could bring girls back to their gay friends apartment and fuck girls in his jacuzzi. They would regret it now if they could think for themselves that is. Drew pulled at his fattening cock, their asses did look good. Plus the moans the two straight boys were making was turning Drew on big time. He just sat at the edge, crossed legged, his meaty bulge at their eye level for when they turned around. He made sure to avoid any of the water, didn't want to get himself caught in its effects. They'd be in it long enough, Drew reached over to the controls and grabbed the setting's knob. He switched the mind mending jacuzzi from ‘subnami’ to 'jacuzzi’. He knew Chris and Dan wouldn’t have check what setting it was on before they climbed into it. Drew was saving the other setting 'studicane’ for himself, he wanted to test the jacuzzi's properties on someone else before he tested them on himself. As the bubbling died down Chris and Dan turned to Drew. Their bodies were still tight and rippled, but all body hair appeared to have vanished. Their lips looked thicker then usual and their eyes seemed dazed. Drew slipped in between the boys, their hands quick to slide beneath the water and fondle his speedo clad crotch. They started kissing his chest and moaning about how big he was. Drew smirked at that, while he was quite well endowed, he was shorter and slimmer then both of them, but he was now a god to them. Drew relaxed in the water, while his friends started to really try to get him off. Their hands pulling at his speedo, one already playing with his full nuts. Both of them kissing at his slender neck and chest. Drew and his two sluts barely heard the two girls that Chris and Dan had called banging on the door over their own moaning, not that Chris or Dan would invite them in now that all they wanted was cock meat.
  18. “We return now to Kyle, who’s trapped with the hunters drawing nearer” the voice of the Host sounded out in Kyle’s head He was lying low in some bushes, pressing his toned lithe form as close to the grassy ground as he could. The shrubs around him hiding him from view, a large tree behind him coating him with dark shade. Less then ten feet ahead of him stood three men. Three large, muscled men, who each had a large bulge between their meaty legs. Kyle couldn’t help but lick his lips. He fought against the urge to jump out of the bushes and offer his throat and round bubble butt up to the hunky studs. He knew if he then the urges would stop and he would finally get rid of the itch deep within him to have a monster cock slamming his prostate, but he also knew that if he did all that then he’d lose the game and lose 500,000 dollars. ——————————————————————————————————————————— The three men stood at the crossroads, sniffing the air. “Fuck I can’t tell where they went” one of them said scratching at his beefy nuts in his shorts “Yea, they all came through here” another said annoyed, his bare pecs bouncing “We should split up” the last one offered, a large hand down his shorts The three of them nodded, each taking a different path from the crossroads. Each still sniffing the air as they went, their rounded muscle asses flexing with each long stride. Kyle waiting for a little before pulling himself out of the bushes and making his escape. He had to stay on the move or the twink hunters would get him. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Around the world an audience of millions was watching with bated breath as Kyle escaped a rough fucking at the hands of the twink hunters. The odd of him winning this years Twink Hunt rose up again. He hadn’t been the favourite at the start, but he was getting closer to being the underdog choice to win. Twink Hunt was a sensation when it first came about, using the latest nanotechnology to turn a bunch of men into cock hungry little twink who had to spend a week in the wilderness fleeing the monster cocked Twink Hunters. It had spawned a ‘prequel’ show were the twinks were followed during their change and their time in boot camp learning how to suck cock. It had an All Stars show, we’re former competitors returned to get fucked again. The after show “Hunters Lodge” was a big pull as well, mostly for the day in life parts where they followed the sexy Hunters. Mostly it was honey guys watching to see more detailed looks at the Hunter’s muscle bound bodies. But Kyle wasn’t thinking about appearing on an All Stars season, he was thinking about not getting caught. This seasons favourite to win had already been caught and fucked senseless, that had been two episodes ago. The marine who’d been regressed into a cute bubble butted twink hadn’t even lasted a full episode. He was caught before the end of the opener, the biggest and baddest twink hunter with over 50 captures under his belt had got ahold of the marine and was still fucking him senseless in the cabin the marine had stopped off at to catch his breath. The show would jump back to the marine to see how he was fairing, 23 loads had been shot into him already. His slim belly was bulging with cum, another dozen and he’d beat the record for fucks in a season. No hunter had ever been so enamoured with a twink before. But Kyle kept moving, he’d seen a few other twinks fall prey to the hunters. He’d heard stories that a lot of twinks refused to be turned back into their old selfs once they’d been caught. Kyle didn’t want to be a twink his entire life, he’d been hoping to last long enough that he’d be invited back to be a twink hunter. Since the show had started he’d wanted to be one of the towering sex beasts, they were superstars. But now Kyle thought he might have a chance at winning. Kyle’s face slammed into 6 hairy bricks. He fell back onto his bubble butt and stared upwards at Eric, last years winner. He’d lasted the entire week without getting caught and had been invited back to be a twink hunter for this year. “Nice, my first one” Eric said, his voice booming Eric has been a runty nerd at the start of his season and then turned into a very hot little twink, Kyle remembered jerking off to the footage of Eric’s little bubble butt bouncing as he ran. Now Eric was a mountain, a hairy red headed Viking. The show had made a very big deal about revealing Eric’s transformation, even having him measure his 13.5 inch cock on live tv. Kyle slowly stood up, he knew he couldn’t run, he’d just get thrown over a broad shoulder before he could get a step away. He’d have to make a show of it, give the viewers what they want and he could still get something out of this. Even if it was a twink trainer job at the bootcamp before the hunt began. He dropped to his knees, begging Eric to let him go. It sounded forced, but the audience wouldn’t care, they were busy jerking off. Both he and Eric saw the drone cameras dropping in to get the best view. Eric winking down at Kyle, he knew what game Kyle was playing. Slowing he undid his shorts and heaved out the biggest cock the show had ever had. Kyle over exaggerated a gulp, even though the cock was very scary up close. “So your mouth or ass” Eric offered He wasn’t actually offering, Kyle had no choice in the matter. Both of them knew the audience were on their smart phones quickly voting on which hole they wanted Eric to destroy first. Kyle just hoped he could handle Eric growing cock, it was only half hard and he could barely get his little hands around it. He did though want to see what his new round ass could do. Both Kyle and Eric could hear the shows Host in their head all of a sudden. “And the votes are in... last years champion... Eric will be breaking in cute little Kyle’s.... mouth” “Damn” Both Eric and Kyle muttered with disappointment
  19. Hey guys, on my old account I was a long time reader, just never actually posted any topics. I've decided to write a trans man's story into manhood, and the growth that may follow. I tried something different than the generic potion or magic. I wanted to take an almost scientific (?) approach. There isn't any growth in the first section, but please stick with it as I have many plans for it! _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1 My name was Siohban, now I'm Sean. I'm an average guy who has a huge secret from the outside world and my peers, I'm trans. Now, my whole life I felt trapped in my own body, not being who I wanted to be, being forced to be girly. Buy girly things, play with with girly things, be obsessed with girly things. Well that just wasn't me. I wanted to mess around with the lads, fight them, climb trees; not play with dolls all day. Frankly the thought of a tea party with stuffed animals scares the shit out of me. Talking to toys made to entertain children, not to start them imagining Snowy the Cat was a real, living animal. Despite all this, as I went into my teenage years, it just got harder. No more playing with toys. I was expected to make decisions based solely on my gender, and with wars coming round the corner in Ireland, I may have had to help with the war efforts at home, when really I wanted to fight. Now, you may be thinking,"It's your choice, you don't have to be a girl anymore, you can do what you like." No. My parents in no way shape or form would've supported me. And I don't mean this in a light hearted way- they would've kicked me out and left me to rot. See the thing is, in Ireland, especially in this time, being different is wrong. It's digusting and you might aswell die. My father is the worst, and I quote, "Let's just get rid of th' gays, they car' have chidren so what's the feckin point. You might aswell kill the wee bastards." I was 13, just getting to grips with my sexuality. These words have stuck with me, even to my last years of my life. At first I thought I was gay, but I do like guys, I just want to be one myself. For some odd reason, I get all warm inside when I imagine living with a nice bloke, who is good looking and has a good heart (as well as a great dick, wahey) but that's beside the point. I thought this was wrong so I supressed it, I tried to get rid of it. Then came the fateful day of when I decided to come out as trans. Bear in mind, being transgender in my time was not mainstream, it was not "iconic" it was purely frowned upon, but I did it. My mother accepted me, but my dad didn't understand it. I didn't blame him, even I didn't know the term "transgender" until my late 30's. To us it was just a sex change. My father shocked me that day, as he was completely understanding but just confused. Secretly I just thought he was going to be happy to finally be getting a son. I told them I still like guys which also confused them. I had to explain to them that it meant I was technically a gay man. My father just looked at me and started crying. I immediately thought, oh shit, what have I done. But he shook my hand and said he was proud of me, and that he could easily change his views if he let myself teach him how. This was a huge contrast to what he said 3 years earlier about killing all the gays. However as my years went on into early adulthood, he got even more accepting. Pride parades were increasing in Ireland and being gay, trans, lesbian etc.. was becoming less digsusting and more empowering. I was happy being a guy, but I always felt like something was missing. It was a penis. I wanted one so badly, but in the early 2000's it wasn't an option. This brings us to 2019, a time of enlightment and discovery. My father called me to his house, and handed me a piece of paper. It was a medical document stating he paid for a surgery called metoidioplasty. At first I thought it was for him, I asked him whether he was okay. He said, "My bank account ain't, but ye should be." I was confused so I searched it up on my phone. It was a GRS (gender reassignment surgery) as I read more into it tears started to fall down my face. I could finally be a man, a full man. And it was all due to my father's kindness. I hugged him and he told me he loved me no matter the gender. The surgery was booked in, and I was ready. I woke up the next morning, and the doctor was by the side of my bed. He told me the surgery had a few complications. I immediately put my hand near my crotch and I could feel a lengthy penis. I looked down there and it looked around 5-6 inches soft. Very nice. My balls were quite hefty too, I was genuinely shocked my endownment looked so good. I mean, I had a vagina a few days ago. I asked about the complications and they told me I wasn't getting an erection or producing sperm. So they had to induce a lot more testosterone than a usual man would have. They then told me this may cause weight gain and serious hair growth, but I wasn't bothered, I was a man. They gave me a years worth of testosterone appointments, and they wished me a happy life as I left the hospital a few hours later. I was a man who wanted to have sex, but I couldn't as I needed to make sure I could get an erection. I got home, into my flat and stripped down. I examined my penis and all it's features and it was fucking hot, I loved it. I then sat in my arm chair and manspread, and began to stroke my cock. It hurt at first, but then pure pleasure ensued shortly after. It was a euphoric feeling, it didnt take long for an erection to form, which meant the surgery had worked. I felt an ache in my balls, I had read online this is what forming sperm felt like, and I urged release. I continued to wank more and more, getting faster- which was dangerous due to it being put on me literally a day before this- but I couldn't help it, it felt so good. Suddenly I felt my balls push and my cock pull back and white hot steaming ropes of cum flew out of my cock. How I could've produced that much was beyond me, but it was hot, sexy, and masculine, and that's what I wanted. I continued to masturbate throughout the day, constantly pushing out seed until I got bored. I was sticky and I needed a shower. I showered and washed myself and I saw the forms of stubble forming. After close inspection downstairs, pubic hair was also growing. I searched online whether this was normal, to which I got no answers. I just assumed it was normal as I was having testosterone put into my body every month. I did always have a slight feeling that maybe it wasn't, but it was overpowered by the thought of being a man. A few days later I decided to jon the gym, I got my membership card and was ready...
  20. Paolo was nervous, he’d been held up in the hotel room for a few days now, using a fake name and only able to answer the door for room service. He wasn’t even allowed to let in the cleaning lady or go out onto the room's balcony for fresh air. It wasn’t because of anything he’d done, it was due to his father. His dad was a pretty senior level politician, many had considered him as future President, but not any more. His father had been taking bribes and had been pocketing money from the national budget. While Paolo was innocent he had benefited. The expensive clothes, gadgets, cars, houses and vacations, all paid for by his fathers ill gotten gains. Thankfully for Paolo his accounts hadn’t been frozen and he’d been able to book a hotel room for a few weeks as staying at the family mansion wasn’t an option. The protests were getting bigger and bigger, the pool house had even been set alight by one very angry protester. While his father was currently in prison awaiting trial Paolo decided to get out of the country. He’d paid off a fixer and had been trapped awaiting the fixers solution. He hadn’t been too eager to leave as he’d done nothing wrong, but it had just been announced on the news that he was now wanted for questioning, so his nervousness had skyrocketed. “Keep calm kid” the fixer said helping himself to another tiny bottle from the mini bar “All you can do is wait, you can’t take a private jet and you definitely can’t fly commercial” Paolo sat himself down on the unmade bed, calming his breathing. Through the window he could hear a protest march passing by, his family name being bellowed out by thousands of people. “Who is this guy you called” Paolo asked again “A smuggler, expert at moving people from place to place who don’t want anyone knowing that they’re moving from place to place” the fixer answered again, he’d explained a few times already Paolo nodded just as there was a heavy knock at the door. The fixer got up to answer it while Paolo moved out of sight just in case it was someone who shouldn’t be seeing him. The fixer sighed when he opened the door “About time you got here” A deep voice answered from the doorway “Sorry, the whole country is going crazy, the airports are pretty much in lockdown” Paolo assumed this was the smuggler. “Come in then, we should get started” the fixer said Paolo let out an audible gasp as the smuggler ducked through the doorway. He was a brute, a towering man. He even batted away the lampshade as he stomped into the room, his feet enormous, his shoes more like canoes than actual shoes. He dropped a small carry on bag onto the hotel bed, the fixer soon opened it and pulled out some sort of first aid kit. Paolo came out of his hiding place and the giant smuggler turned and smiled down at him. The smuggler face was surprisingly youthful, he looked to be in his early 20s, probably the same age as Paolo. Paolo himself wasn’t the tallest guy, but he never expected to be level with someones chest. The smuggler's shirt straining over two enamours slab like pecs, his shoulders and biceps threatening to burst the sleeves. “I’m Travis, I’ll be smuggling you into the United States today” he said jokingly, a smile on his face, but his pecs bounced somewhat intimidatingly. Before Paolo could reply the fixer had moved behind Paolo and jammed a needle into Paolo neck. Within seconds his vision was blurry and he was falling to the floor, his face landing between Travis’ massive feet. ———————————————————————— When Paolo awoke he wasn’t himself, he felt empty and light. He was still in the hotel room, laying on the bed. He could see and feel the sheets below him, and see the room around himself. The fixer was no where to be seen. Travis thought was standing naked at the window looking out onto the city outside. Paolo called out to Travis, but no words sounded out. He went to reach for his throat, but he had no hands to reach for it, he didn’t even have a throat. The realisation of what had happened to him was sudden, he wasn’t human anymore. Travis turned around, his thick rounded muscled ass and the backs of his wide thighs vanishing and an inhuman length of horse cock swung around. The slapping of the meat against Travis’ thighs almost hurt Paolo’s ears, but then again he didn’t have ears anymore. “I hope you have come too little guy” Travis said scratching at his toned abs “I don’t want to you waking up while I’m wearing you” Travis laughed as he walked over to the bed and lifted Paolo off it with one hand. The feel of Travis’ fingers on Paolo set a jolt through him. Paolo could now tell he was made of fabric, and after Travis said he’d be wearing him it must mean he was a piece of clothing. “I do owe you an explanation” Travis said still holding Paolo and smiling down to him “Smuggling it really hard, I mean super hard” Travis bounced his chest again, Paolo felt something jolt through him again. “Rich people don’t like being shipped in cargo containers, and getting them private jets that no one will check is nearly impossible nowadays” Travis continued Paolo felt air rushing by him as Travis lowered Paolo to his giant feet. Paolo felt stretched as Travis’ feet pushed their way through him. Paolo suddenly realised what he was, he tried to scream at Travis at this wasn’t a good idea, but no sound escaped his fabric form. He was Travis’ underwear. “So turning people into clothes was the best option, most people assume its impossible to do it, and only the most high-tech military bases or government installations have the tech to detect an inanimate transformation” Travis explained as he forced his tree trunk thick thighs through Paolo. Paolo was barely hearing anything Travis said, his mind was being pulled apart by the girth of Travis’ legs and ass. What Paolo assumed was his face was being pressed against two swollen bull nuts, he could actually hear the cum churning inside them. Travis’ hand pulled Paolo open from the waist band and gently crammed his shank of horse dick into Paolo. He palmed his bulge and chuckled. “Full to bursting” he laughed “I don’t normally have guys like you as underwear, I save that for the war criminals, I like having them suffer from being full of cock” he started getting the rest of his clothes on “Guess your fixer didn’t known the underwear transformation always leaves you a size too small” ———————————————————————— Travis spent the rest of the day sight seeing before heading to the airport, he avoided the protests and the police checkpoints. Paolo’s dad had really screwed up, but at least the poor guy was safe beneath Travis’ jeans. The airport was quiet, but it still took Travis ages to get to his plane. Security gave him as full pat down unaware a wanted criminal was beneath their fingertips as they felt up Travis’ ass. When Travis finally got to his seat he felt Paolo tighten around his fat balls. The guy had been twitching and moving all day as he got used to his new form. Travis was half worried all the movement would set his big cock off, but he was able to just keep it under control. Travis had an uneasy flight, Paolo was ridding up between his thick cheeks and the second he got up to use the bathroom to unwedge Paolo the guy did it himself. He was messing with Travis, getting some revenge for wearing him all day in the hot summer weather of his home country. Paolo was soaked in sweat, a few weeks of showers would wash it out after Paolo was changed back, but he would still always remember the smell of Travis’ cock. Travis fell asleep a few hours into the flight, his chest rising and falling with his light snores. His shirt creaking as his pecs flexed. His legs were as widely spread as he could make them, but Paolo was still crammed between the thighs, and with Travis’ cock stretching him full he was completely surrounded by muscle and manhood, and he was starving. ———————————————————————— Travis woke up in the middle of the night, the flight still a couple hours away from landing. The flight was quiet, everyone else asleep. Travis felt in bliss, Paolo was twisting and constricting around his cock. The guy had either worked him up in his sleep or taken advantage of Travis’ morning wood. Travis gripped at the arms of his seat, his blanket pointing upright. His cock rock hard, he could tell his jeans had popped open and Paolo had been stretched upwards as Travis’ monster rose upright. Travis could tell he was close to cumming, he forced himself to hold back. Cum had a terrible effect on people who’d been transformed. Best case Paolo would be a little cum hungry bitch when he turned back and Travis would have spend weeks fucking some sense into him before he could return to a normal life. Worst case Paolo would be stuck forever as a pair of too small underwear. But Travis gave up protecting Paolo and let his swollen nuts shoot immense spurts of cum into Paolo. The cum joining the three or four loads that Travis had already shot into Paolo while he was sleeping. Travis laid back and covered his tented underwear with the blanket. He let out a sigh, this was the third guy this year that he’d splattered with cum while they were his clothing. He knew he should have gone into mercenary work and not people smuggling. He’d been warned, guys with big dicks never lasted in people smuggling.
  21. Aquaas

    Smitten

    Hello all. I'm posting my first story here. I'll be doing it in parts, once or twice a week, so as not to overwhelm you all with a massive wall of text. The story is about thirty pages long in a word document and it's the first story I've ever completed. Please be gentle. Smitten The first thing that I noticed was that he was impossibly beautiful. He sat in front of me on the bus, playing who knows what on his telephone while he waited on his stop. I think he must have been really invested in the game, because every so often his face would bunch up in concentration or his thumb would speed to the opposite corner of his device. He was so engrossed that I was able to take him in, really see him. He was a little shorter than me, about five-foot-nine or ten. His hair was dirty blond, streaked with lighter, golden patches. But I knew that this was natural, a product of the time he spent in the sun. His skin was a rich tan, like coffee with a little too much milk. He had a light dusting of facial hair, slightly darker than what was on the rest of his head. But what got me were his eyes. There really isn’t a metaphor for just how blue they were. I would say they were like the sky on a clear day after a week of thunderstorms, or even the color of the sea where the water and sky seemed to blend. They were really blue. I was smitten, without even really seeing his body. Bad things happen when I get smitten. I let my eyes wander down slowly from his face. He wasn’t all that big, but I liked what I saw. His neck was thick enough that I could almost draw a line from his ears to his traps, which stood out enough to be perceptible. He had broad shoulders, at least half again as broad as mine. As he played on his phone, his chest would jerk, moving his t-shirt up and down slightly. I could tell without really seeing that his waist was pretty trim as well from the way that his shirt hung off his body. His biceps would stand out, too. His arms were about sixteen inches around and twitched with each swipe of his thumb. When he reached for his collar and gave it a tug though, I knew I was really in trouble. He was filling out his clothes a little more than he had been when I first saw him. His gray shirt was now stretched a fair bit tighter around his pecs and shoulders, causing the fabric to start to bunch up at the seams. I gasped. Unfortunately, it must have been audible because he looked up at me. I looked away, more slowly than I would like to admit, and I pulled the cord on the bus to signal my stop. This always happened when I thought someone was good looking. Those men tended to become so much more…enhanced after an encounter with me. It wasn’t something I really meant to do. It just sort of happened the first time. * * * I was fresh out of high school when I discovered my ability. I never really thought things like this were possible, but there I was: a sophomore in college because I had done so much dual enrollment in high school and I was out to graduate as early as possible here so that I wouldn’t have to interact with childish people any longer than I had to. I wasn’t a genius by any means, just a very hard worker with no real desire for a social life. Then I met Chris. He was about three inches taller than me and built rock solid. He liked to wear basketball shorts and T-shirts, even in the winter time. He was thicker than most other students his age, and a whole helluva lot stronger too. We sat next to each other in Philosophy 101 and Principles of Leadership 210. I still remember the color of his skin. It was like molten caramel, as if he had spent hours in the sun making sure he was the right shade of golden brown. He was really easy to talk to. I was never very sporty, but he was incredibly athletic. After a few classes, he invited me to come watch him play on the intramural football team. We weren’t really a big enough school to have an official team. I went, and I had a good time, even if I didn’t understand all the nuances of the game. Is football really nuanced? I don’t know. “I’m probably the most boring fan that ever came to one of your games, Chris.” I told him this after a particularly brutal game. His team, the Pygmy Dolphins, had faced off against the frat boy squad. They won, if only by one touchdown. “You were great, Alex! I promise, you were the best fan on the field.”, Chris said, laughing. “Now you’re just patronizing me. I didn’t even shout like everybody else.” “You didn’t need to shout. I could tell you were following the game pretty intently.” “Well… even though I don’t really know much about the game, I did think you were pretty cool. I’m always amazed that people can move like you do.” I smiled despite myself, enjoying our conversation. Like I said, the man was easy to talk to. “You must be tired after your game. Can I give you a ride home?” I was really pushing it. I wasn’t quite sure why I offered to give him a ride. It just seemed right at the time. “Yeah, man, that sounds great. I rode the bus to campus today and the last one just left five minutes ago.” He chuckled. “I guess that’s the price you pay for having fun.” “I would really hate for you to have to walk all the way home or catch a cab.” “Dude, Alex, that’s so awesome. Thanks, man, just let me shower in the gym and we’ll be on our way.” I knew that he wouldn’t take too long in the shower, but I had something to do anyway while I waited. I pulled out a copy of my current project and started to take notes. Really, I was truly the most boring person on campus. I was so thoroughly engrossed that I didn’t hear Chris come up behind me until he said “Whatcha workin’ on there, Alex?” I must have jumped a mile. “Chris! Don’t do that, dammit! You scared the living daylights out of me!” He was sitting there laughing at me. His change of clothes was very striking. He was now wearing a tight, black tank top that hugged every curve of his body. His pecs stuck out and stretched the ribbed fabric. Even his abs were visible through the thin fabric. He wasn’t wearing his normal basketball shorts, but some rather short running shorts that left very little to the imagination. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss before!” he said, guffawing. His pecs heaved and shuddered with every laugh. “It’s kinda funny.” “It is not!” “Chill, brah. It’ll be fine.” His black hair was plastered to his scalp, still wet from the shower. “Everybody fuckin’ cusses.” We both started laughing then. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder as he doubled over slightly from amusement. I felt a shiver run through me then and I withdrew a bit. “Hey, man, it’s getting late. We better get going if you want to wake up on time for class tomorrow.” “It’s only 8:30.” “But you have a 7:45 class with Dr. Furlong tomorrow, right?” “How do you know that?” Crap. I really stepped in it. What straight man would remember his hot friend’s full schedule? He looked me in the eye, as if seeing me for the first time. Save the conversation, Alex, save it! “As often as I’ve heard you complain about the professor not allowing coffee, how could I forget?” This seemed to mollify him as we arrived at my car. Thank god for a good memory! My loose lips could always seem to be overwritten by some memory from a previous conversation. I unlocked the doors and popped the trunk, so Chris could put his gym bag in. As he slid into the passenger seat, I cranked the car up. “Ready to head home?” “Yeah. Let’s go.” I drove as slowly as I dared to Chris’s downtown apartment. He lived over a bar in the downtown area with two other guys: Mark and Francisco. That was the only way they could afford an apartment in such a prime spot. Mark was a little older and currently in middle Georgia on an archeology internship, helping excavate and catalog Native American burial mounds for the national park service. Francisco, better known as Paco, was almost always at the university. As a film studies and cinematography major, he often spent the night on the cutting floor in one of the cots set up by the department. There was a dedicated group of majors. I pulled into the parking lot behind Chris’s building, unlocked the doors, and popped the trunk again. “You comin’ up?” * * * I can’t believe I lost control like that again. The man on the bus…he was just so hot to start with. I can’t move again, change my name again, dye my hair again. I had moved to this city, twelve hours away from ground zero of my first incident, to get away from my first victim. Alex was legally dead, and I was Marlon now. I walked to my apartment and sighed, pulling the keys out of my pocket. I can’t believe that I still missed Chris and my old life. That was more than seven years ago, but I swear I could still hear his voice sometimes, feel his touch on my shoulder. The house key slid into the lock easily, and I opened the door. My apartment was quite modest, just a simple one bedroom. I had saved up over time and bought a washer/dryer combo, and a nice refrigerator and oven. Thinking about that makes me smile a little bit. Unlike many people my age, I actually like washing clothes and cooking for myself. The dryer puts me to sleep, and baking helps me relax. I needed both of those today after the bus incident. I pulled out the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies and started a load of washing. The machine had just filled up with water and started to move when I heard a knock at the door. “Who on Earth could that be?” I asked myself as I went to the door. I guess it could have been the landlord. In retrospect, I should not have opened the door. I did though. “Hey…” Oh my god, it was the hot guy from the bus. How did he find me? “I know this is really weird, but I saw you on the bus. I got off as soon as I could and…kinda…followed you here. I think I should say thank you.” Now that was unexpected. “I mean, you’re the reason I look like this, right?” Shit. He knows. He knows. * * * When Chris asked me to come up to his apartment, I was ecstatic. I could not let that show though. He was straight, I was a closeted gay guy. “Paco might be up there, and he’s been looking for an excuse to have someone else to talk to for a little bit besides me. I mean, sometimes I can be a little…” Chris hit a left bicep shot here. “…overwhelming for the guy.” “Really? You seem so level-headed and easygoing to me though.” I was almost salivating then, but I tried to hide it. His bicep just looked so juicy. Was it just me, or did they look a little tighter than usual? Normally, his arms were about seventeen inches, but right now they looked like they were pushing nineteen. Everything seemed bigger and more defined. “Yeah, but he’s got the hots for me, and I think if he doesn’t get a break from me every so often, his dick might pop right off his crotch. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.” Chris smiled. “Something I think the two of you might have in common.” Fuck, abort mission, strategic retreat. Of course, my body betrayed me. I turned an almost neon red. “S’okay man.” He reached down and grabbed me by the chin. “I’m bi. So’s Mark. I looked for those two because my sex drive is a nice car: if you don’t rev the motor every so often in different conditions, it’ll rust through and fall apart. I like having some spare gas at the house, just in case the tank runs low.” Fuck him and his crappy metaphors. Fuck everything about him right now. I pulled my chin out from between his thumb and forefinger. “How…” I said, sitting down on the steps up to his apartment. I put my face in my hands. Fuck my life. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. They were surprisingly cold on my warm face. “How did you know? I haven’t even told…” I felt him sit down beside me. “Why the fuck couldn’t I control my fucking self?” I sniffed. I couldn’t let him see me like this. There was no way that I was going to let Chris see me cry. “Alex…” His muscular arms wrapped around my shoulders. “I’m sorry. I am seriously sorry. I thought that you were out already.” Again, he gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my head to face him. “You just seemed to be so comfortable being the adorkable guy you are, and I thought that, ya know, you were flirting with me coming to my games and driving me home all the time.” He smiled. “I sure as hell was flirting with you when I invited you to that first game.” That was a revelation. He opened his hand and slid it to my right cheek, then a little further back until his fingers curved around my neck at the base of my skull. I couldn’t look him in the eye still, even though he had me facing directly at him. My eyes raked down his torso to his legs. That was a mistake. My cock twitched when I saw the way his little running shorts wrapped his crotch. Was he hard, like I was? No, that wasn’t possible. “Come here, you skinny fucker.” He pulled me in and started kissing me, dragging my hand to his dick. I felt it swell. It swelled, not hardened. This was my first experience with my ability.
  22. It was meant to be theoretical, or that’s what the soldiers thought when they were rooting around the old base. They were only meant to be doing regular patrols, making sure no kids or activists were roaming the grounds. But after Pvt Willis found that one of the doors leading to a Top Secret Lab had fallen off its hinges the entire base decided to have a look. They never had any officers around, the base was deemed important enough for a military guard, but not important enough for any ‘authority’ to waste their time on. So the lads had a look, there was some amazing stuff lying around. Documents talked around Neutron bombs, space lasers and there was even a model of giant floating military base. It was Corporal Rhodes who found it, a small canister with a rainbow sticker on it. Just a rainbow sticker, nothing to warn anyone that this was really dangerous. Rhodes thought it was some scientists lunch and popped it open to see how much 20 to 30 years had changed the chicken soup within. Within seconds a light pink mist spread out from the canister, all the soldiers coughed and spluttered, all but Pvt Hall. Instead he was reading one of the reports. “Guys listen to this” Hall announced as the others stopped coughing “The scientists here made a gay bomb, it got cancelled after the generals got a little concerned about turning their own soldiers gay accidentally” “That’s interesting” Willis replied, slightly confused as to why he was staring at Rhodes so intently “There is more” Hall continued “The gay bomb started as a way of making super soldiers, it had a really low success rate though, it only effected gay soldiers” “So it would work for you Hall” Rhodes chuckled, his hand rubbing his throbbing ass, his cheeks feeling larger then they should Hall blushed, he was gay and all the guys knew it. They didn’t care, but Hall always felt odd around the hunky soldiers, whereas he was wimpy and only in the army to try to make something of himself. He read though the rest of the report as quickly as possible. The gay bomb would turn straight men gay, but it also destroyed any chance of them fighting back an army, which was why it had been changed from a super solider serum into a bomb. It turned out that the small success with the serum had been a huge success. There were pictures of normal looking men and the after pictures of huge mountains of masculinity. But there was also images of the failures, normal soldiers turned into these tiny elfish boys. And some images that were pretty pornographic, it looked like some of the failures had jumped one of the successes. Hall had never seen so much cum in one place, the boys were covered in it and it looked like they loved it. Hall decided then and there to find the gay bomb, he didn’t notice how thick his forearms were as he dumped the report back onto the desk though. Hall hadn’t even heard the sounds of his uniform tearing, the fibres snapping as growing muscle pulled them apart. He was shocked when he turned to the others, Rhodes and Willis were kissing. Their uniforms looked baggy on them. Johnson had King bent over a desk, his face buried between King’s swollen ass cheeks. Hall knew all the guys bodies very well and King ass had never looked like that. Hall quickly put two and two together, he grabbed the rainbow canister. It crumpled as his giant hand wrapped around it. He recoiled, then noticed he was crouching, his head rubbing against the lab’s ceiling. He looked himself over, his entire body was bloating and growing. Muscles appearing from no where, a thick forest of hair working its way up his arms and legs. Hall surprised himself as he moved towards the doorway when he tore lab’s roof off. Now free from the ceiling he rose to his full height. “Wow” a soft chorus rose from below him The other soldiers having completed their own transformations gazed forward. Their shrunken bodies eye level with Hall’s arm sized cock. Hall chuckled at the hungry looks on the tiny boys faces. He dropped onto his muscled ass and spread his thick furry legs. The boys quickly gathered in the space between them, some climbing over Hall’s giant thighs. Hall sighed with pleasure as a storm of lips and tongues started working on his huge dick, one solider buried his face between Hall’s swollen nuts. Hall bounced his pecs as the final hairs pushed through his skin. He flexed his biceps and watched the last veins throb into being. He marvelled as his cock reached its full size, even with near a dozen mouths and hands working the shaft there was still loads of room for more. And that’s what Hall needed, he looked down at the crushed canister. He needed more. He scratched his chin and chuckled as he felt the thick beard that had appeared. “Sir” one of the soldiers asked Hall looked down at the boy, it looked like it may have been Rhodes. But they all looked alike, with their elfish bodies and long blond hair, even their ears were pointed. Lil Rhodes held another canister aloft “Do you think this will make you bigger, we want you bigger” he then smiled, his big tongue licking his thick lips Hall took the canister gently, he didn’t want to break it. “Where did you get this” Hall asked, his voice so deep now Rhodes pointed to a cupboard, the door ajar. Hall could see that it was full of canisters, each with a rainbow sticker. Hall stood up, the boys stood with him still working his giant dick. “Find some clothes boys, we’re heading into town” Hall ordered “I think there’s a football game on today” he gently bounced the canister in his huge palm with a smirk on his rugged face
  23. “So today we will be learning about the industrial revolution” Mr Harris announced to the already bored looking class One student didn’t look bored. His name was Morgan. he was an average student, someone who never really got noticed. Mainly because Morgan didn’t seem to want to be noticed, he shied away from the crowd and would barely react even when you spoke to him directly. He wasn’t a nerd or geek at all, he wasn’t a social outcast either. He was just quiet and kept to himself. He wasn’t even a bad looking kid, he had a goth look going for him. Black hair, pale skin, lean and tall. Morgan did have a large hooked nose and a raspy voice didn’t do him any favours. But Mr Harris was slightly put off by Morgan’s smiling face. For once he was looking up from his desk and staring directly at Mr Harris. Morgan’s dark eyes twinkled and Mr Harris felt a shiver run up his spine. Mr Harris started his class, describing how society was before the industrial revolution. His eyes kept going over to Morgan who was still staring directly at him, but then he realised Morgan wasn’t looking at him. Morgan was looking above him to the clock on the wall. Mr Harris then noticed Morgan’s leg was shaking, his foot tapping at the floor. Like he was nervous or excited. The clock struck quarter past the hour and Morgan’s smile widened massively. Mr Harris shook off a sudden migraine and returned to writing up some of his points on the board. He stopped for a second, he could have sworn he’d just been lecturing about the industrial revolution, but instead there was a very detailed diagram of a penis on the board. “You ok Mr Harris” one of his students asked He turned, rubbing his temple “Yes, I’m fine, ummm, what was I talking about” Another student replied “The importance of regularly cleaning your penis” There were a few sniggers, and a louder burst of laughter from Morgan. “Oh yes” Mr Harris said returning to his lecture This was a sexual education class, he had no clue why he thought it was a history class. At this time every week Mr Harris led what for some was a very detailed Sex Ed class, but thankfully Mr Harris lived in a liberal state and they agreed that young people in their final years of high-school needed to know what was what before they left for college. As Mr Harris started on a drawing of the vagina, with the class shouting out names for the various parts while he did so, he heard Morgan’s foot start tapping again. The clock hit 20 pass the hour and Mr Harris turned from his diagram to tell Morgan to stop the tapping, but he stopped dead. Morgan gave him a quizzical look with his dark mesmerising eyes. “What’s wrong Sir” Morgan asked Half the class quivered as Morgan’s deep knee shaking voice shook the room. The other half turned green with envy at the power Morgan showed even as he used a submissive term in ‘sir’. “Nothing Morgan, just… just watch the tapping” Mr Harris said, his voice shaking He felt like he was insulting Morgan. How could he a simple teacher order Morgan a high-school hunk who barely fit his meaty muscle ass into the classroom chairs to do anything. “Oh, sure I’ll quiet down” Morgan said, his voice hushed yet it still shook the glass in the window frames Mr Harris returned to his lecture, trying not to look in Morgan direction. His eyes though kept falling onto Morgan, tracing out his anvil like jawline which was barely hidden beneath a rich dark beard that no high schooler had any business having. Or he’d look over the ridges of Morgan’s pecs, which fought against the dark blue t-shirt that Morgan had poured himself into today. Morgan’s breathing caused the chest muscles to flex and they even bounce in a movement that Mr Harris hoped was involuntary or it would mean Morgan was showing off for Mr Harris. Finally he looked over the heavily tattooed arms that Morgan wielded like two battleship cannons. The patterns of ink worked their way around his overdeveloped biceps. “Mr Harris, you sure you’re ok?” Morgan asked. Mr Harris realised he’d been staring and had actually stopped talking. Morgan smirked and bounced his pecs and then winked at Mr Harris. “I’m fine…” he replied as the clock struck half past the hour The door suddenly opened and a tall, broad shouldered golden blond student in a lettermen jacket swaggered in. “Oh Drew…why are you here?” Mr Harris asked He was surprised the schools biggest athlete, biggest womaniser and biggest bully just entered his class. For one he was year too old for this class, and secondly Mr Harris was sure that Drew needed no sexual education at all. “I’m here for the class” Drew smirked giving a wink towards a few of the girls in the class “I’m your class model” Mr Harris nodded, remembering that athletes had to work as Sex Ed models if their grades fell under a certain level. Drew always made sure his grades hung just on that line so he could get away with fucking in school. Drew clapped his hands together “So who’s the lucky lady” Mr Harris chuckled and lifted a bowl of names from his desk and offered it to Drew. With a wide smile Drew pulled a folded piece of paper out of the bowl and handed it to Mr Harris. Mr Harris unfolded the paper and gulped. He should have known that Drew’s luck would run out sometime. He couldn’t fuck a girl every week. “Morgan” he said Every boy in class sniggered and Drew face paled. Morgan stood up, a shadow fell over the students closest to him. Both Mr Harris’ and Drew’s eyes rose up to mess Morgan’s. Mr Harris actually heard Drew gulp nervously. The floor shook as Morgan stepped up to the front of the class, his humongous feet thudding and his pecs bouncing. Mr Harris’ eyes fell to the surprisingly flat front of Morgan’s shorts, he’d expected to see a pendulum like one from a grandfather clock swinging side to side in Morgan’s baggy shorts. “Can I pick again?” Drew asked as Morgan stood a foot way Drew’s eyes were only just pec level with Morgan, and Drew was at least 6'2. Mr Harris desperately wanted to ask how tall Morgan was, he remembered wanting to ask the second he saw Morgan ducking into his class at the start of the year. “No” Morgan ordered in reply to Drew’s plea With one massive hand Morgan forced Drew onto the floor, his ass crashed to the ground and he was forced up against Mr Harris’ desk. “Please, no this today…” Drew begged Mr Harris realised as the clock hit 35 pass the hour that Morgan had decided to tick skull fucking off the list of sex acts that they had to cover this year. Though Mr Harris wouldn’t complain about being on the receiving end of Morgan’s sexual fury he understood Drew’s worry. With one hand holding the desk in place Morgan used his free hand to heave out the largest, fattest most scary looking soft cock that anyone in the class had seen. Though Mr Harris was sure every male in the class had run away from that beast as it swung ahead of Morgan in the locker room after gym class. “So Morgan has decided to show us a good skull fucking……” Mr Harris started to narrate as Morgan begun to stuff Drew’s mouth full of his hardening horse dick Drew gripped the legs of the desk as his head was bounced off the hardwood, his throat already bulging. Morgan’s hips started to work, pulling a jaw breaking 6 inches of his cock out of Drew’s mouth before slamming it back in. Drew spluttered and gagged, Morgan just grinned ear to ear. He was muttering under his breath. He was talking about things that Mr Harris knew couldn’t be true. How could Drew cram Morgan into a locker, for one Morgan was way too large for a locker. Mr Harris wasn’t sure what a Chronivac was, but it seemed that Morgan had set it to do various things through this hour to get back at Drew. Mr Harris would have a word with Morgan about bullying after class, though he still couldn’t imagine Drew giving Morgan a wet willy, he’d need a step ladder, but then again as Morgan fucked Drew’s throat like he owned it Mr Harris realised maybe a wet willy meant something different now days.
  24. Thegaymage

    A new world

    Hey there. Welcome to the gemini universe! Out here an ancient society on earth has released an powerfull spell, causing certain people around the world to gain powers and become quite special heroes and villains.
  25. 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”
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