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  1. It was the night of Halloween and Alan was getting ready for a party. His bro Rick had invited him over to his house, where he was having costume party for all the college’s athlete’s, swimmers, wrestlers, footballers and the like. But probably best of all was that Rick had also invited their cheerleading squad as well as the teams from two other campuses, meaning there’d be an abundance of pussies to plow. Just thinking about it, Alan could feel his sizable tool getting hard. He’d show these cheerleaders why he was called “The Piledriver”. Rick hadn’t been very specific as to what the costumes should be like, just shrugging and saying they should wear whatever they wanted. Though when Alan had asked him if he was kidding, Rick just smirked and said he had planned “a special surprise” for the party. Knowing Rick Alan thought that meant his bro would probably turn up in some awkward fairy outfit or something. Rick was always pulling pranks like that. For example he turned up as a flamenco dancer, red dress, high heels and everything. Miraculously he still went home with the captain of the cheer squad and Sarah didn’t even look that drunk. Alan chuckled as he thought of that. Rick was really the master of pick-up lines. But this year Alan would steal the show. His costume consisted of a loincloth with leopard print, a necklace with fake animal teeth and a hollow mace filled to the brim with condoms. His caveman costume left all of his hard earned muscles on display, really showing off why he deserved to be the captain of the wrestling team. He wasn’t as stocky as most of his teammates, but rather on the cut side. Though he was just as big as the rest of the team, if not bigger. Finally after having styled his mop of brown hair to look especially wild and unruly and making sure his loincloth accentuated the size of his dick enough he was on his way to the house next door. Luckily he wouldn’t have to walk far to get to the party, or get back to his room with a girl later. On his way out he looked into his little brother’s room. While Alan was a total jock, who had been blessed by puberty, it had pretty much passed by his brother. Matty was nerdy and the only real change puberty had given him was a growth spurt of about half a foot, making him a little over 5′8 and thin as a stick. The little guy was facing his computer, probably writing another superman fan fiction or wanking off to some weird Hentai. Alan just sighed, but his fists clenched. He really didn’t want to be angry, but every time he saw Matty, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the nerd that was his brother. Luckily only a few of his best friends knew of their kinship and even those were too much. “I’m off to Rick’s party. Don’t do anything weird, I’ll be back later.”, Alan said plainly and left the room, not even waiting for Matty’s response. He knocked at the door of his best bro’s house and was surprised by Rick’s costume. The almost equally big guy was dressed in a rather cheap looking lion onesie and was smiling like a madman. The costume was loose fitting and didn’t show anything of his strong body. “What the fuck are you wearing, bro. You look like a weirdo.”, Alan said and gave his bro a friendly punch to the chest. “Well I wanted to feel like a real animal for once.”, came the chuckled reply from Rick. Alan just rolled his eyes and stepped inside. Immediately he jumped back. Right in the middle of the hall, on a little table at the bottom of the stairs sat a weird Jack O'Lantern. The pumpkin had a wide, toothless smile and wide eyes, but the creepy thing about were the signs that covered the rest of the orange globe, kinda like runes and satanic symbols Alan had seen when looking for material on a presentation. Also it had a big black candle on top, which seemed to absorb the light from around it. “Told you I had a surprise planned for tonight.”, Rick said and patted his bigger friend’s shoulder, “It is imbued with magic and ass long as the candle burns everyone will be transformed into their costumes.” Alan just rolled his eyes. Rick was into such stuff from time to time, but Alan never took him seriously. “Yeah whatever dude.”, Alan said and shrugged his wide shoulders and grabbed a beer from a nearby cooling box. “To a legendary evening.”, he said and downed the beer in one go. Within the next hour the guests came, every single one freaked out by the jack O'Lantern. There were so many different costumes. The wrestlers came as cavemen, similar to Alan, and gladiators, the football team seemed to have made a pact and all came as toddlers in oversized diapers, leaving their impressive impressive torsos on display. The cheerleader had come as nurses, cops and the like, of course everything in the slutty version to attract a strong athlete and fuck them good. Finally when everyone was there Rick lit the black candle and that’s where Alan’s memories stopped. He awoke the next morning with a massive headache, just some pictures left of the last evening. He barely remembered the band of toddlers that had been crawling around the house or how he had smashed his wooden club on the head of a mustached cop, that had been flirting with a busty hippy girl. He walked into the kitchen downstairs and grabbed to grab a mineral water but as soon as he entered the room his jaw hit the ground. There at the kitchen table sat an impossibly big man in a tight superman suit. Even though he was sitting Alan guessed the man had to be at least 6′6 and over 270 pounds of pure muscle, which was barely concealed by the tight textile he was wearing. “Who the hell are you?”, asked Alan the stranger. “Are you kiddin’, bro?”, said the stranger in an incredibly deep voice, “It’s me Matt.” Alan was sure he would have fainted had he not grabbed a wall. This giant of a man was supposed to be his nerdy little brother? He couldn’t believe that, yet the face of the man looked familiar, like someone had sent Matty’s face through a kind puberty twice. He had the same light blue eyes, though they now had a piercing look and the same nose, though it was now accentuated by the angular form of his lantern jaw. Matt stood up from the table and Alan gulped. Standing he was even more imposing than sitting, though that was hardly possible. Calmly the big guy walked over to his older brother. Only then Alan noticed that the costumed man wasn’t walking, he was floating over. “You can fly?”, asked the dumbstruck jock. “Yep. I have all the powers of Superman. Flight, super strength, super speed. I ran to France this morning and stemmed a truck over my head single-handedly.”, Matt answered and thought back, ignoring the fact that his brother had just fainted and fallen onto the floor. Some time later when Alan reawoke he found a letter next to his head. “Hello Alan, I hope you’re feeling better. I carried you to your bed, when you fainted. Currently in Europe to do some sightseeing. Will be back tomorrow. Matt.” This had to have something to do with that weird stuff Rick was talking about the last night, so Alan decided to pay his bro a visit. After some debate and threats Rick admitted that he had found that spell online and it had actually worked last night and transformed everyone into their costumes. However the spell seemed to have reacted with Matty’s Superman pajama and have made him into a superhero, like his idol. However he couldn’t explain why it was still active despite the candle having burned down. A quick visit of the magic website confirmed Rick’s worries. Since Matty had only been barely 18 at the moment of the casting, his transformation was permanent. And as if that wouldn’t have been bad enough, Alan had found a small white puddle of cum in the garden. It wasn’t difficult to find out the puddle was cum and that it had come through the hole in the roof. So not only was Alan now stuck with a musclebound superhero as a younger brother, the superpowered teenager was also dealing with an increased libido right. And if the costume hadn’t been stuffed than Alan would have to get used to a little brother with an immense tool too. That sure as hell was scary enough for this years Halloween.
  2. Chester and his nephew Donald, or Dom as he preferred to be called, drove through the nice expensive neighborhood of their town. Chester, who had made a lot of money with his job as researcher in a big chemical facility, had been searching for a new house for a while. His old one had become a little small after Dom, who worked as personal trainer in a nearby gym, had broken up with his girlfriend and moved in with his uncle. Chester had found a real estate agent who was well known for selling exquisite property, though not much was known despite not much being known about him. As the two drove through to the mysterious man’s office in Chester’s vintage cabriolet, they once again talked about their favorite topic, Dom’s bed stories. Chester, being the 60 year old man he was, actually enjoyed hearing Dom go on about how he banged nearly every girl he laid eye on, which looking back might be the reason his girlfriend threw him out. It wasn’t long before Chester pulled the car over in front of a serious looking office building. They entered the real estate agent’s office and found him putting the finishing touches to the contract. “Ah Mr. Banton, I’ve been waiting for you. I just finished the papers for the mansion on the hell you had requested. Just to be sure I also included the exchange of the bedroom closets and the remodeling of the garden into the contract.” “Excellent, … Luke, was it?”, Chester replied followed by a nod from Luke, leaving Dom a little puzzled why his uncle addressed the man with his first name. “Are you sure you wish to make the adjustments mentioned in the contract, Mr. Banton?”, Luke asked. Now it was Chester’s turn to be puzzled “Of course, yes I do.”, the rich man replied. “Your wish is my command.”, the real estate agent grinned and added, “Now I just need your signature here. And of course your nephew’s too.” Both of the men nodded. Luke had been really insisting on Dom signing too, since he would live in the mansion too. Neither one of the men noticed the ink shortly sporing a golden gleam as they shook hands with Luke or the wicked grin on the real estate agent’s face as they left. ———————————————————————————————————– Eager to see their new home, Chester quickly talked Dom into driving there, though he had so much energy, he could run their. They climbed into the car and drove off. Soon they passed by a shoe store. All of a sudden a question popped up in Chester’s mind. He had been planning to gift Dom shoes for his birthday in a few weeks, but didn’t know his size. Trying to sound as unsuspicious as possible he asked his nephew: “Hey Dom, your shoes look awfully big. What shoe size do you have again?” The personal trainer wanted to immediately tell his uncle, he had gigantic size 16 feet, since he knew what his uncle had planned to get him for birthday, but instead he said: “I only have sight 8, unlike you with your boat feet, Uncle Chester.” It felt weird for him to say that, but comparing his own small feet to his uncle’s it was definitely true. Dom had found one of his uncle’s shoes in the hallway once and a quick look at the label had confirmed that the 60 year-old really had size 17 feet, despite his meek stature. Though Dom found that Chester looked a bit beefier than usual. Had he been working out? As it turned out the mansion was on top of a hill and the way from the estate agent’s office included a steep street, not that Chester’s car had any struggle with it. Actually it was quite the opposite. He accelerate so much that Dom was pressed back in his seat, only just noticing that his head didn’t sit quite as much above the end of the car seat as usual or that the higher they drove up the hill, the further down he slid at the leather seat, until his head was barely at the bottom of the headrest. What he did notice though was that he had to crane his neck upwards to look at his uncle’s face. The old man was really a behemoth. “How tall are you again, Uncle Chester?” The older man had to wrinkled his forehead as he tried to remember. “Something like 7 feet, maybe a little more?”, he answered, clearly not sure of his exact height himself. Dom just gulped. His uncle was a tower, especially compared to the 5′8″ figure of his nephew. And even though Dom was still more muscular, probably because he was younger, the older man had an impressive body for his age. It seemed like they had been driving far to fast, since a police car pulled them over not much later. Chester didn’t seem to worry much and why would he. He had a ton of money and could probably pay any fine they imposed on him. Dom on the other hand wasn’t nearly as confident, throwing nervous glances over to his uncle. The officer ordered Chester to lower his window by gesture. “You have been driving nearly 20 mph too fast back there. Do you have anything to justify yourself?”, the policeman asked. “Sorry officer, but I just bought this car and can’t really assess it’s velocity. My doctor also said I have this thing called shaky feet and that’s a little hindering while driving.”, Chester justified himself. The cop just rolled his eyes. “Your driver’s license please.” Obediently Chester gave him the document. “So you’re 15, is that right?”, the man asked and Chester almost wanted to correct him, but neither Chester nor Don found themselves able to. “Yeah that’s right.”, Chester’s, or as he preferred to be called, Chez’ booming bass broke the silence, while the policeman noted the young millionaire’s particulars. “I’ll turn a blind eye this time, Chez, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine. By the way, are you still in for Maria’s birthday present?”, the cop asked. “The threeway? Sure thing, bro, but seriously can’t you get your wife other presents than this?”, Chez responded, giving his hefty bulge an effective grab, resulting in the young cop rolling his eyes, “Anyway, see you later in the gym, bro.” And with that words, Chez closed the window and started the car again. When they were nearly at their destination, Chez finally finished his overly long and graphic story about the night before. “Well long story short, girls just can’t resist this face. I’m sure you were like that when you were younger too, Uncle Donald.” The elderly Donald just smirked. In his younger days Donald had been quite the player, despite his relatively small height. He had been quite well in shape, though not as incredibly muscular as his nephew. But that was to be expected, after all Chez had made a fortune with his own line of gyms, for which he was the poster boy. Finally they drove up the driveway of the new mansion. The house really was huge and the garden surrounding it was too. Just when Chez pulled the car over in front of the front door, he turned over to his uncle. “I think you have a crumb in your beard. Let me remove it.”, he said and reached over to remove said object from Donald’s beard. Only that he didn’t only pull out the crumb, but pulled the whole beard off his uncle’s face with it. The two of them couldn’t even comprehend what happened when the beard sunk into Chez’ hand and pushed out of the gym owner’s lantern jaw, forming a dense forest of black hair pushed out of his lantern jaw and coating it in a perfect designer stubble. Just when the strange event ended, not that either of the two men remembered it, Chez’ girlfriend pushed the front doors open. Immediately the hunky jock left the car and ran towards her. “I missed you so much, baby. The house is amazing, thanks for selling it to me.”, Chez said. “No problem, baby. And sorry I couldn’t lower the price any more.”, Lucy, his girlfriend replied. “No problem, after all you made up for it that night.” ———————————————————————————————————– Several days later, Lucy laid on the terrace and watched Chez swim through the mansion’s large pool. The large muscles of his back and powerful are arms bulged extremely as he did in the large swimming pool. She smiled wickedly at how well her plan, making the older man sign a contract to get him the manliness of his nephew, had worked out. The former Dom, now Donald, still lived with them, but the many rooms of the house allowed them to still have sex whenever they wanted. The imposing figure of the muscular jock escaped the water and as he climbed the stairs up to her, the bulge in his tight speedo bouncing seductively. As he stood before her, Lucy pulled out the still wet, monstrous tool from it’s constricting prison and started massaging it. A deep moan escaped the gym owner’s lips as he easily lowered the girl and himself down onto another lounger that would probably break from their passionate and intense love making. Just before he pushed his humongous cock into her awaiting pussy, the estate agent whispered into Chester’ ear: “You and your uncle should really start reading the fine print.” Then he finally pushed in and her body exploded with bliss.
  3. Johnathan had enjoyed planning his class’ graduation journey very much. Even though it was solely his job as the class rep, but the whole class supported him. Everybody searched for travel destinations and after a while everybody agreed on the Big Apple. There was shopping for the girls and lots of cute girls for the guys and a travel agency named “Terrence & Ford Touristics” made a cheap offer. So when the day had come, Everybody boarded a plane in Berlin and about 3 hours later they landed in New York. It was quite the task, holding a pack of 20 hormone charged 18-year-olds together, but he mastered the task and another 2 exhausting hours later they came to their hotel. Just like the pictures at TF Touristics had promised it was pretty fine for the price they had payed. He confidently approached the reception desk, even though he felt oddly nervous. But the receptionist welcomed him with a warm smile and said: “If I had to guess I would say you are the class from Berlin, right? The people from Terrence & Ford told us you would arrive soon. So, are there only boys in your group or are there any girls, because of the rooms?” Jonathan wanted to tell the guy, that they were mostly girls in class, but as he turned towards his travel group a headache ht him and then he suddenly remembered. Of course his class consisted solely of male students, they were a boys-only-school after all. Still a little puzzled he turned around again and took the keys from the receptionist, distributing them among his classmates. After everyone was done getting their luggage in their hotel rooms, they reassembled in the hotel’s lobby. “How about we have a sightseeing tour now?”, Jonathan asked into the round, getting an agreeing murmur as reply. Armed with a map of New York, Jonathan lead his friends through the city streets. Suddenly a guy on the far front, Erik, pointed at one of the advertising boards. It was for some Pixar movie, ‘A Giant in New York’. Then he shouted: ”Looks like anyone of us could play the main character, right boys?”, which lead to general laughter. It was true though, none of the boys was under 6′4″ and they were all only 18 years old. Jonathan was among the biggest of them, standing at an imposing height of 6′9″, standing head and shoulders over the normal sized people. They didn’t even get around the next corner, when Frank, a guy in the back, called their attention to another billboard, this time for a line of beauty products for men. “Not like anybody needs it in this class, am I right guys?”, he asked and everybody shouting back “Damn, right!”, in unison, having people even turn their heads, because of the deep thunderous rumble. Jonathan knew everyone was kind of cocky and didn’t really care if everyone stared at them, well in fact they really enjoyed it. And why wouldn’t they be cocky, every single student had at least modeled professionally once and they had even been elected the most handsome class in all of Germany. “Damn a coke would be nice now, don’t you agree?”, from in the middle of the crowd Anthoine, an exchange student from France, said. “Well, I’ve got something coke bottle sized right here.”, Erik replied and grabbed his packed crotch. The whole class burst out laughing. It was the usual joke around their class, since everybody was at least as hung as Erik was, some like Jonathan had even more hid in their pants. It always looked like a porno when they undressed after PE. One time their Coach burst into the room while they were all nude and half shocked, half joking commented that he felt like he was on a bull farm, seeing their oversized balls and cocks. Not even two corners later the peaceful sightseeing tour was interrupted again, this time by a guy named Lukas, who laughed at the giant pic of a male model in an underwear commercial. “Hahahaha, what a fucking pansy, anyone of us would look better as an underwear model.” His claim was underlined by the approving murmur of the others. They seriously would be better suited for this job. They all were just plain built, but paired with their incredible leanness and their overall overwhelming handsomeness they were just walking wet dreams. No surprise though that they were only given male teachers, since there had been to many incidents with female teachers having multiple orgasms after only one lesson. And that was only from looking at them, although it would have been a lot less complicated if anyone of them ever bothered with putting on a shirt. ‘But it would be a shame to hide these masterpieces’, Jonathan thought as he looked into the other’s faces. “Well I guess we won’t get far with sightseeing anymore, since everybody wants to read billboards. How about we return to the hotel.”, Jonathan proposed, but then he got quizzical looks from the others. “Dude did you hit your head on doorframes to much? Why would we go sightseeing in New York, we were born here after all. And did you forget we have a job to do?”, Carl, another one of the taller guys replied, waving a bunch of leaflets. “Ugh, you’re right, sorry guys. But why don’t we take a selfie, before we continue. Gotta show the followers online where we are.”, John replied. After the picture was taken, they resumed their work. “Visit ‘Big Bro-thel’ and get a piece of us.”, John said, gesturing towards the extraordinary group of young men, he called colleagues.
  4. Sobbing Michelle laid on her bed, holding her right eye. Her husband Robert had once again hit her in his drunken rage. And all of this only because she hadn’t cleaned the house, because she had been at work. And while she had been busy with her job all day, he had sat home and downed one bottle of beer after another. That’s how it had been for a few months now. Right after Robert had been fired he had started drinking. She would like to leave him or report him to the police, but she still loved him for some reason. When they had met a few year’s ago Robert had been a kind and gentle soul and had always treated her like a gentleman. Back then they both had been quite handsome, but tat time was over. His formerly blond hair had thinned out and him spending the days at home in front of the TV had done their part in ruining his athletic build. His once firm sixpack had been replaced with a sagging gut and his face’s sharp features had been softened by unsightly fat. He permanently reeked of the cheap beer and booze he spend Michelle’s hard earned money on and she wasn’t much better off. The long hours at the office and the anxieties resulting from Robert’s brutal demeanor had led to a radical loss of weight. Her once curvy figure was now reduced to a skeleton like caricature of it’s former glory and it was furthermore covered with bruises and scars. The only thing she still prided herself on was the long brunette mane she called her own. As tears rolled down her eyes, she remembered this strange old woman who had talked to her on her hurried way home. She had muttered something like “what you deserve” and “new perspective”, had given her an old looking hand mirror and then she had gone away, still looking a bit confused. She took the strange object out of her handbag and looked at herself. Then with a feeling of the world being flipped over, she blacked out. —————————————————————————————————- With a grunt Michelle woke up again. But she didn’t feel normal, she felt somehow heavier, bigger and overall more confident. She stood up and looked down at her body. “Fuck”, escaped her lips. Her view was blocked by a massive chest, but it wasn’t as busty and soft as her former boobs, but rather a pair of rockhard pec muscles, that bounced a bit with each breath she took. Still perplexed by her new body, she tore away her gaze from her new heavy chest and let her eyes wander down the mass of her new muscular arms, tracing the outlines of the veins running across the curves of her big forearms and bulging biceps as well as her all across her powerful cannonball shoulders. She walked in front of the ceiling height mirror on the wall. Still completely bewildered by her transformation, she ran a calloused plat sized hand down the deep bumps of her new sixpack and along the outline of her Adonis belt. Suddenly she felt something big and soft, held back by a thin piece of underwear. “Later”, she thought and let her eyes take in every inch of her stone hard legs and her boat sized feet. Just when she was finished looking down at herself, the door flew open and Robert burst in. Though he didn’t look like Robert any more. Just like Michelle he had undergone a transformation and was now a busty bimbo with long blond hair and a perfect hourglass figure. “What the fuck hap…”, she screamed, but then she saw the new and improved Michelle. “Hey, babe, I guess I’m the man in our relationship now.”, boomed the former Michelle, now Micheal, as Robert, now Roberta let her eyes wander down the mountainous body of his former wife. As they looked into each other’s eyes, Roberta lost herself in the perfection of her partner’s face. The perfection of his broad, yet handsome nose, his deep hanging brows, the sharpness of his jawline and the the stubble covering it. “I think the time’s right for a test run for our new bodies.”, Roberta purred and caressed the big bulge in his boxer briefs with one hand, while fondling his mane of silky brown hair with the other.
  5. In ancient times an Aztec tribe had produced 6 different amulets, that were meant to enhance the masculinity qualities of the one who wears it. The amulets were in use till the Aztec tribe was wiped out by the Spanish conquistadors. But they were lost and had been forgotten for centuries, but now in our times the amulets are showing up again. ———————————————————————————————————– Shopping was always a fun thing for Francine and her friends, Carol and Sophia. The three of them were part of New York’s High Society, each of them having married a rich man after college. It hadn’t been an easy task. It had taken Francine months to make her husband, Earl, fall in love with her. But now the 75-year old let her by all the things she wanted. And so she and her friends had decided to go shopping in Manhattan while their husband’s were busy making money. The first shop they entered was an exclusive and rather expensive jewelery. “Welcome, dear customers.”, the saleslady greeted the three women, “How may I help you?” “I’m looking for a collier. It should contain old and rubies, if possible.”, Francine replied. “I guess, I have what you’re looking for. I’m going to get it right away.”, she said and went away. When she came back with a wooden box, she had an almost wicked grin on her face. “May I help you putting it on?”, the saleswoman asked. “Yes, please.”, Francine replied, exposing her neck. As the saleswoman closed the lock the whole world seemed to tremble and the walls of the jewelery began to crumble. ———————————————————————————————————– Only seconds later the expensive jewelery in Manhattan was gone and the four women found themselves in a shady backyard in what seemed like a rural region. “What the fuck happened?”, Francine yelled, expressing what all of them were thinking, “Where are we?” Then suddenly another tremor shook the four women and the rubies on Francine’s collier began to glow. She started to moan and the sound of her high pitched voice could easily be mistaken for an orgasm. “What’s happening to you, Francine?”, Sophia shrieked at the noise of Francine’s spine cracking. In addition to that noise, the sight of the petite woman’s height rapidly increasing was all the more frightening. The former 5′7″ trophy wife stood now at a nice 6′4″. All four women watched in horror as Francine’s boobs began to deflate and reform, transforming from two globes of soft flesh into a pair of steelhard pecs. Next of her slender arms began to grow as well as her narrow shoulders until they were replaced by two cannonball shoulders that were connected to a set of grapefruit sized arms. Her forearms and hands followed suit, assuming more fitting proportions. The slender stomach that laid under her now fabulous pecs rippled and hardened reforming into a nice hard sixpack. Her legs were the next part to change. They hardened into a pair of muscular tree trunks that would make walking other than waddling complicated. Despite her body already that of an extremely built man, her voice, face and most of all genitals didn’t fit the image. Not yet. Francine’s angelic was contorted in pain as her facial structure rearranged. Her friends could only watched as stubble coated her new manly jaw and her masculine features shifted into a snear. “What are you staring at, bitches?”, Francine asked, surprising her friends with the rumbling bass she now possessed. At the same time her brunette mane of beautiful had receded into her head, leaving her with a brown buzzcut. Suddenly the moaning got even louder as Francine ripped her already tight red dress off her body, revealing a tiny nub of a cock, that had formerly been her clit. As the former Francine, now Frank, started to rub the tin tool it started to rapidly harden and then grow. A few moments later Frank’s now egg sized balls churned as the now 8″ sex meat began to shoot a gallon of cum all over the place. “Phew, that was intense.”, Frank boomed, as she felt the stinging of thousands of needles all over her body as new tattoos started to cover her body. The remnants of her dress whirled and reformed into a tank top and a pair of old worn out jeans. Last of all a ballcap formed on his head, finishing his redneck like appearance. “I think I will need the help of all of you.”, Frank told the three women before him, who watched his mammoth cock harden.
  6. Derek was a real fan of piercings and tattoos. As a real punk he had to be of course. He was easily recognizable as one through his hairstyle, a blue mohawk, the tunnels in his ears and his black clothes. He had decided to get another piercing, one that he had desired for a long time, a nose ring. He thought it would give him a somewhat bull like appearance. Of course tat was a false hope. At a height of 5ft6 and a weight of 90 pounds, the 26-year old skinny punk was little a bull as could be. Even his cock matched this statement. Where others his age had an average dick between their legs, skinny Derek, had an 3″ nub that could hardly satisfy his former girlfriend. Maybe that was the reason why she had cheated on him. After catching her in bed with Daniel, his best friend, the week before, they broke up. To get them out his mind, he had decided to get a new piercing. Entering the piercing studio, he was greeted by the owner. “Hey Derek. Why are you looking so glum, buddy?”, his longtime friend asked him. “Veronica hs cheated on me with my best friend.”, Derek replied. “Damn, that’s shit. I guess you want a piercing to come to other thoughts? What did you have in mind?”, the owner questioned him. “Yeah, dude, you’re right. I thought of a nose piercing, if you can do it.”, Derek replied. “Yeah sure. I have a nose ring I kept exactly for such an occasion.”, the piercer said and went into the back of his store. A few minutes later he came back with a small box, containing a silver nose ring. “Shall we get started, Derek?”, he asked with a grin. ———————————————————————————————————- Half an hour later, Derek stood up from the chair, where the owner had pierced him and stretched, his muscles twitching and his spine cracking. “Damn, that hurt.”, he said rubbing his freshly pierced nose. Colin, the owner, and he himself couldn’t help but watch the massive muscles on his arm flex. In addition Derek made his pecs dance, bouncing a little tune with his pillow pectorals. His other plate sized hand felt up the eightpack hidden underneath his shirt. The muscular legs, supporting his 6ft9 body could easily be mistaken for marble pillars and the feet that made up his base were easily size 19. “Okay, Colin, here you go.”, Derek said handing him 250 dollars, “Keep the rest.” “But I only need 100, Derek.”, Colin replied surprised by his friend’s gratitude. “Doesn’t matter, I was just paid for the last shoot.”, the male model calmed Colin, “Got more than enough at the moment. Okay, see ya.” When Derek left the shop, he suddenly got a message. “Everything set for tonight. Danielle and I can’t wait.” It was from Veronica, a girl that he had been fucking for several months now. She had organized a threesome with her best friend Danielle tonight, though it was no problem for Derek. “Shit.”, Derek boomed. He had caught sight of himself in the mirror. Stubble coated his perfect, angular jaw in just the right way. His lips looked like they were made to give a woman an orgasm just kissing her. His broad nose was now perfectly accentuated by his new piercing. His sparkling green eyes were perfectly emphasized by a pair of thick bushy eyebrows. But his joy and pride was the wavy undercut that permanently looked like he had just woken up. ———————————————————————————————————- Back in his apartment , Derek stripped his clothes off completely. It was just so much more comfortable to let his farm animal sized cock and bullnuts swing around freely. He decided to take a picture of himself and send it to Veronica. ‘Gotta get her ready for tonight.’, Derek thought, his mammoth tool getting hard at the thought.
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