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  1. “I’m sorry Kyle, but you’re like a brother to me” “You’re sweet, but I only see you as a friend” “I like you, but I’m not attracted to you, sorry” Kyle had heard versions of those three sentences all week, girl after girl had used those lines to put another crack into Kyle’s already damaged ego and heart. He’d been trying to get a date with someone, anyone. He needed to put himself out there, open himself up to the world more. He started with a few girls that he found attractive around campus, they rejected him as he expected. He knew he wasn’t really anything special, but he wasn’t hideous. Kyle was only just about average height, being maybe 5’10 on a good day. He was lean, verging on skinny. But he did have amazing light brown, almost caramel coloured skin. After throwing himself at various girls he moved onto his friends, all of them girls. He’d never really made any male friends, maybe girls just found him easy to be around. Maybe they saw him as unthreatening. His main friendship group was eight amazingly pretty girls, and each one of them rejected him. They all said he was sweet and a good friend, but only a friend. He’d be friend zoned by the main people he found attractive. Now he was moping around his apartment, none of his friends had texted him. He was sure they were just giving him time to emotionally heal. They did love him, but like they said as a friend and a brother. Kyle stood up and made this way around his student apartment towards his bedroom. Before he even reached the door he felt a pull in his stomach. He winced and stopped, a hand protectively over his stomach. Then his back crunched, the wind was knocked out of his chest and Kyle fell forward into his room. His vision blurred, colours going clouded as he blindly searched for his bed. It felt like his body was on fire, muscles pulling and straining, bone stretching. Even the room around him was making horrific sounds, walls were crumbling, furniture shifting around. It was like the entire world was falling apart. Then Kyle found his bed, the blankets were shifting beneath his fingers as he tried to pull himself into it as the floor cracked beneath his feet. Before his head even hit the mattress Kyle was knocked unconscious as his entire skull cracked. ——————————————————————————————————— When Kyle woke he could barely remember what had happened the night before, he even felt much better, amazing even. He sat up in bed, and his eyes widened. Ahead of him instead of a wall was a window, an entire wall of glass looking out onto the city. He jumped out of bed, not noticing the massive thud as his feet hit the floor and rushed to the window. Staring down onto the city he couldn’t help but smile, this was the view he’d always dreamed of. His chest felt cold and compressed, he looked down and then stepped back. Kyle had been too close to the window, his massive rounded pec muscles had pressed against the glass, but Kyle didn’t have pecs. But he did now, he stared open mouthed as he made the heaving chest muscles below him bounce a little tune. Kyle chuckled and then gripped his throat, his voice was deeper, much deeper. His eyes scanned the room, two doors, one closed and one open. The opened one led to a bathroom and Kyle thundered towards it. Kyle had already worked out he wasn’t in his old apartment, and who ever owned this apartment was very wealthy. The furnishings in the bedroom all looked very expensive. The bed he’d climbed out of was enormous, it could hold maybe 8 or 10 people, so it too must of cost a lot of money. Even the bathroom Kyle had entered was plush and modern, meaning expensive. One wall was a mirror and Kyle almost had a heart-attack when he saw himself entirely. His light brown skin had darkened a few shades, now it was a rich deep black. Kyle’s lean build was long gone, rounded solid muscles had replaced it. He bounced his pecs again, and felt up his abs with a dinner plate sized hand. Kyle also noted he was much taller, maybe a foot taller then his old 5’10 self. Then his hand felt something very big, but very soft. His eyes tried to look pass his pec shelf, but they were too oversized for him to see pass them. But in the mirror he could see he was now very generously endowed. His thick fingers felt up the heavy shank of soft sex meat held back by some dark tight boxers, then they ran across the swollen bull nuts that hung behind Kyle’s enormous new cock. Kyle stopped groping himself and flexed his new beefy arms. He chuckled again, then headed out of the bathroom to search the rest of the house. He felt his hair, which was now a bundle of dreadlocks tired up into a bun tap the top of the doorframe. Frames which somehow Kyle remembered having resized when he moved in. “So this is my place” Kyle muttered to himself in his new voice A picture of the new Kyle hung above his bed. It must be a blown up version of a photo taken at a football game, mounted with pride above his bed. It showed him shirtless and cheering, a football helmet and a football in either hand, a pair of giggling cheerleaders hung close to his out stretched muscled arms. Kyle was or had been a football player now. “College footballer” Kyle muttered to himself, new memories correcting his old ones Kyle opened his bedrooms other door, it lead into a massive living room. A bundle of sofas surrounded a massive TV, a pool table was placed near the wall length window. Another door lead into what Kyle now remembered as the kitchen, and two more doors led into rooms that Kyle could only darkly remember as slave quarters. But Kyle was in too much shock to admire the amazing apartment as spread across the room was every girl his old self asked out over the last week. All of them naked and sleeping with massive smiles on their faces and heavy looking collars around their necks. Each one of them was splattered with cum, each one of them had been well and truly fucked. Kyle gripped his plump bulge, this beast must of had something to do with this orgy. He stepped around the well fucked girls and towards the sofas. He moved one girl’s legs out of the way, and sat down. His muscle ass dipped into the sofa and it even creaked under his weight. Kyle smirked as the girl he moved and another one slipped into the middle of the sofa, gently bumping into Kyle’s meaty muscle thighs. Kyle flicked on the TV and accidentally slammed his boat sized feet onto the coffee table. The sound caused a few of the girls to stir. Kyle reached out and let his massive arms lay along the back of the four seater sofa, his big hands could grip the ends. As he sat and watched the TV he could hear the girls moving around. Soon after that he could feel two girls hovering behind him, then each girl took a shoulder and started to massage the bowling ball sized muscles. More hands found themselves on Kyle’s long wide feet, the slim fingers of the girls gently pressing at the meaty balls of his feet. He could hear some other girls had started cooking in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanged from behind him. Kyle leaned further back into the sofa, a feeling of ease washing over him. He was being cared for entirely by these girls, and all he had to do was fuck them regularly. He felt his tight black trunks being pulled away from his waist, and small delicate hands reaching in and heaving his soft tree trunk like manhood out from within. The two girls who’d been asleep either side of him on the sofa were now awake and getting on with their job. He watched as they both tongued the length of his soft meat, it was already hardening and rising up from his crotch. Both the girls eye widened in shock like they still couldn’t get over how huge Kyle’s meat was. He tried to work out which girls these were, he recognised them, they had been his friends at one point. But now all he could remember them as was Fuck Slave 4 and Fuck Slave 9. Kyle sighed, his new life probably had new better friends anyway. He grabbed Fuck Slave 9 by her long blonde hair, ignoring Fuck Slave 4’s whimper of disappointed as she hadn’t been chosen and impaled Fuck Slave 9’s open mouth on his apple sized cock head.
  2. It's been a while since I last posted a story. Sure hope I didn't get rusty. George had had a weird feeling about David lately. Even though George, or Big G, as his fellow jocks called him was the captain of the wrestling and football teams, infamous horndog and overall pretty much uncrowned king of the school, just glancing at David made shivers run down his spine. He didn’t even know why, after all David was still the same small size like he used to be, just like last week when George had taken the greatest pleasure in ridiculing and bullying the smaller man, but something about the nerd had changed. Maybe it was his new aura of confidence that he inexplicably had developed or the fact that he didn’t duck away from George when he walked through the halls. Or maybe it was the new shimmering ring that David was always toying with. Whatever it was, all of George’s doubts and insecurities where blown away when the nerd bumped into him one day. He had just been chatting with Katie, one of the few girls in school he hadn’t yet scream at the top oof her lungs as she rode his massive 9 inch monster. He had been making casual hints about the girth of his cock and the size of the bottle in his hand when David bumped his bony shoulder into George’s muscular arm, causing the brute to spill drink all over the new tanktop he was wearing. Katie started to giggle, but George’s handsome face turned red with anger. “Watch where you’re going, twerp!”, he yelled, grabbing skinny David by the shoulder and spinning him around. David was simply grinning, obviously pleased with the way he had angered the much bigger man. “Sorry, George, didn’t see you there.”, David replied sarcastically, “Besides you’re not so big that you could call someone twerp.” Katie had stopped giggling now, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. “I’ll show you just how big I am, twerp. Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes, we’ll have a measuring contest. That will teach you ignoring these babies.”, the jock said, flexing a thick biceps for effect. “I’m gonna be the judge.”, Katie chimed in enthusiastically. David just nodded, his grin even wider than before. A few minutes later Katie and George waited for the David in the school’s gym, the smell of iron and sweat heavy in the air. “I bet the nerd got too scared to embarass himself and ran home.”, the jock boasted, having changed into a sleeveless hoodie and black sweatpants for the contest. Katie giggled again. In that moment the door opened squeakingly and David stepped into the clearly unfamiliar environment. While he wore a long sleeved workout shirt and similar sweatpants to the ones George wore, he couldn’t have looked more out of place. The textile hung loose on his bony frame and the ring he was playing with didn’t help making him look better either. The tension was nearly palpable as the smaller man walked towards the pair and in an attempt to ease it a bit, Katie intervened. “Have you thought about the stakes yet?” George was the first to answer. “If I win, which I will, I want the nerd to come to my next match and apologize to me for being disrespectful and then kiss my feet.”, he said with a cruel smirk, sure the smaller man would chicken out. David didn’t seem fazed by the demand at all. “If I win I want Georgie to suck my cock.”, he replied, obviously enjoying calling the jock ‘Georgie’. Immediately the bigger man grabbed the man by the collar and effortlessly lifted him into the air. “No way in hell I’d ever suck your disgusting cock. And if you call me by that name again you better make sure the hospital has a puzzle enthusiast to get your parts back together.”, he said, his deep baritone filled with anger. “But since there’s no way in hell you’ll win, why not. If you can beat me in even one category I’ll suck your cock once.”, the jock said in a generous tone. David just grinned cheekily. “And what if you lose to me in every category?”, he asked. “Haha, good joke twerp, but okay. If you beat me in each every category, which is not gonna happen in a million years, I’ll be your cumdump for an entire month.”, George laughed, earning him disgusted looks from Katie. “That‘s a deal then, Big G.”, David said and extended a hand. And while George was still a little annoyed by the nerd using his jock nickname but still shook the smaller man’s hand, sealing the deal. “Let’s get started then.”, Katie said, clapping her hands. She still looked a little disgusted by the demands of the two men, but had regained some of her formerly cheerful demeanor. “How about starting with legs, big guy.”, George said in a joking fashion. He knew that his legs were his strongest part thanks to the sports he played and wanted to crush David’s confidence as soon as possible. Faster than the human eye could see, George’s had stripped out of his sweatpants, leaving his marble statue like legs on full display. “Good thing I never leave out leg day.”, the jock thought as he flexed his impressive thighs and calves. “Let’s stick to measuring our upper legs. Don’t want to embarass yourself when measuring against these diamond calves.”, he boasted as Katie put the measuring tape around the bigger man’s immense thighs. “24 inches.”, she announced, trying hard to not squeal from being so close to the womanizer’s legendary cock. Even though it was soft, the thing made the black boxer shorts bulge immensely, while radiating a lot of heat. Just from the outline of it, Katie could tell that George had not been lying about it’s girth when trying to seduce her. “Oh come on, Katie, you want me to believe that these chicken legs are 24 inches?”, David intervened and patted the muscle. George wanted to protest that he didn’t have chicken legs and how the nerd could dare touching his prided muscle, but as soon as David had touched him an intense pleasure flooded through his legs. The feeling was similar to cumming into a gorgeous girl, only several times stronger. The jock nearly moaned, but as quickly as the feeling started had it faded away. George looked down gain and was shocked by what he saw. His prided legs were no longer the near bodybuilder size they had been before, but far smaller and while he still had some definition and muscle it was a far cry from the marble statue like size it had been before. Then the pleasure returned for a moment and George could feel something change in his mind. Gone were the memories of working his legs religiously and bragging to his friends about their size. Instead he now remembered always focussing on his upper body and arms, training his legs only to look somewhat proportionate. He had never been much of a legs guy, after all arms and chest were what got the girls going. Katie looked just as confused as him for a moment and measured again. “17 inches.”, she announced, visibly confused. “Damn man, you really have chicken legs.”, Davd laughed and patted the smaller muscle again, “Guess it’s time for Katie to take my measurements.” WIth that he too dropped his pants and revealed the biggest pair of legs George had ever seen and considering how meaty the legs of some of his teammates were that meant a whole lot. Even David’s feet were massive size 18 ones by George’s estimation. Katie took the measuring tape and wrapped it around the massive muscle. “30 inches.”, she announced and admired the huge quads some more. Even David’s calves looked like they belonged not to a high schooler but a bull, making George embarassed by his far smaller ones. “Guess that means you owe me a blowjob, chicken legs.”, David proudly announced, giving his legs another flex before pulling his pants up again. He visibly struggled with getting the clothing over the legs that looked completely out of place on this otherwise skiny man. “Choose the next category, big guy.”, the strong legged nerd said, sounding even more sarcastic than before. “Arms.”, George announced, gaining new confidence frrom the fact that the front of David’s underwear had been pretty flat. Again it was George’s turn to start. While his arms weren’t exactly his strong point and many of the guys on the football and wrestling teams were bigger than him, he was sure that he could beat David. The guy looked like someone had attached two sticks to his shoulders. Even with George’s more athletic than bulky arms beating the nerd would be a piece of cake. It took Katie a while to avert her eyes from the massive wheels that David had poured into his skintight sweatpants, but eventually she focussed on the task at hand. With he delicate fingers she wrapped the tape around George’s biceps, gently rubbing the dense muscle and definitely enjoying it a lot. “That delicious biceps has 18 inches.”, Katie purred. George had suspected that she was an arms type of girl from the way she had rubbed his upper arm when they had flirted, but that reaction was pretty intense. Much to the jock’s contentment a sour look passed over the nerd’s face as David stepped forward. He grabbed George’s left arm squeezed the muscle . Naturally he didn’t even make a dent. “Not bad, Georgie, they’re pretty dense. But I don’t really think these arms are 18 inches.”, David commented and the intense pleasure from before overtook the jock’s mind once again. Memories of being close to equal to his teammates when it came to arms were wiped from his head and new memories took their place. Being forced to arm wrestle against the football team’s linebacker and losing in a spectacular fashion. Being jokingly mocked for his weak throws at football practice. The memories of him being team captain to the wrestling and football teams faded too. He was just a normal player, not great not horrible, just average. A meaty thud pulled George back to reality. David had pulled his right arm up into a flex and again patted it with a massive calloused mit. The sound kind of reminded George of when he rubbed his own biceps, just a couple dozen times meatier and harder. Again Katie measured the football player’s biceps, uttering “14 inches.” while she quickly pulled the tape away from George and went over to David, drawn to the huge muscle like a moth to the light. She fought hard to suppress a moan as she rubbed the huge globe of muscle, tracing all the grooves and ridges of the humongous biceps. David just cleared his throat and chuckled: “While I really do enjoy it, I think we should really do the measurement first. You can feel it up afterwards all you want.” With that promise wrapped her measuring tape around the powerful muscle and proudly announced “Powerful, mouthwatering 22 inches.”, before going back to rubbing it. George didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even knoe why he had called for this contest in the first place anymore. And another thing was troubling him. He could have sworn that David had been nearly a head shorter than him, but now they were eye level with one another, George just a centimeter or two taller than the guy with the largest arms and legs in school. “Guess we go for chest now.”, George stated the obvious. Katie on the other hand looked incredibly upset, since she had to stop caressing the huge arms of David for a while. George stripped out of his sleeveless hoodie. He was confident that he’d finally beat David even if it was only one category. After all the other man, despite having some definition in his torso from having to move the giant arms and legs he owned, didn’t have a nearly as impressive chest as George did. As Katie placed the tape around his chest, George made sure to bounce his pecs for her, earning him a giggle from the cute girl. “42 inches.”, she said and gave his cut eightpack, which he was especially proud of, a rub, “Not bad.” “Not bad indeed, Georgie. I bet it took you quite a while to build a chest like this, right? But let’s be honest 42 inches sounds a bit too much for a chest like this.”, David replied. I wanted to ask what he was talking about, but then he weighed one of my pecs in one of his calloused hands and another wave of pleasur shot through my body. Suddenly it felt like the weight David was playing with was a lot smaller, like there was less pec to weigh in his bear sized paw. George tried bouncing it and there was definitely a lot less heft to it than he remembered. Another short spike of pleasure washed over him and he looked down. The jock wasn’t sure why he had thought he had a pair of big pecs. Sure, his were pretty tight and shredded, but not huge by any means. After all George had little trouble seeing his sixpack and size 10 feet. Even though he knew what was coming, the voice of Katie saying “34 inches.” after measuring again caught him a little off guard. His confusion was interrupted by the giant mass of muscle that made up the chest of his contest opponent. George had no doubts that David was unable to look past his chest. The massive pair of brawny pecs looked like it was made to block his view downwards completely. George looked at Katie, who despite her own busty chest looked pretty jealous of the massive stud who had now begun bouncing the bulging mass of hard flesh to a little tune only he could hear. It almost seemed like an insult when the busty girl asked the even bustier guy to stop bouncing so she could measure. “That’s an even 50 inches.”, Katie said and put the measuring tape away. “Uhm, Katie, I don’t think we’re finished yet.”, David rumbled as she turned to leave. Both the girl and George gave the stud a quizzical look, but the jock was the first to speak. “What do you mean? We did all the measurements and as expected you won every category.”, he said, still not entirely sure why he had challenged the much bigger man in the first place. Then it dawned him. he remembered bumping into David and being called “twerp” even though he wasn’t small by any means. Then George had bragged how much bigger his cock was than David’s knowing that the overall bigger guy only had about 3 inches of cock between his muscular thighs, a fact that reguarly caused mockery in the locker room. Without much further explanation George and David dropped their pants. The smaller man was certain of success when he compared his own bulging boxer briefs with the flat front of David’s underwear. There was no way he’d lose that last category. With practiced ease Georger fished his 9 inch soft monster cock out of his struggling briefs. Katie’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she realized that the rumors about the size of that thing were actually true. She gulped as she held the ruler next to the quickly hardening tool, feeling the blood pulsing through George’s pride and joy. It only was a few moments before the cock was fully hard. “9.3 inches.”, Katie announced, still baffled by it’s size as George crammed it into his underwear again. “Come on girl, you expect me to believe that?”, David asked in a tone of mild annoyance and rage. Without a warning he grabbed the sizable bulge of his opponent and kneaded the cock through the textile. An intense wave of bliss hit George, much stronger than the previous ones. He could have sworn that he could feel his cock getting smaller under the bigger man’s touch, until it was as if the behemoth was groping a cocktail sausage. David reached into the smaller man’s underwear and pulled free the thin dick that George had grown accustomed to. Simultaneously the Behemoth freed his own massive dick, several times as long as George’s and thicker than the smaller man’s wrist. The angry veins running along the length of the huge dick were almost pencil thick and the purple cock head was probably bigger than George’s fist. With his strong grip David held the two cocks next to one another, his own completely dwarfing the other man‘s. “As much as I’d love to hear the exact lengths of our cocks, I think measuring is a little redundant.”, David announced, “Also we all know that mine’s well over 10 inches longer. 11.4 the last time I measured.” George swallowed hard as an astonishing amount of pre was dripping from the massive cock head. “Looks like I won all the categories, Georgie.”, said David and a wide, almost sinister smile crossed his handsome face, “And you know what that means, little guy. Better get used to seeing that beast.” With these last words David placed a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and forced him down. Now that George was eye level with the beast he wondered if he’d be able to last for an entire month as cumdump for that farm animal sized junk. As David forced him forward towards the angry looking purple mushroom head and he opened his mouth wide another thought crossed his mind. Maybe he would make it for a month, but what if he didn’t want to stop after that. After all he sure could get used to the delicious taste of Big David’s huge cock.
  3. “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.
  4. Anonymous Asked: So I have this friend who's a total alpha male: tall, ripped, hung like a horse, and super confident. The only issue is that he constantly brags about how many guys he sleeps with, and I thought you might be able to teach him a bit of a lesson about bragging about his virility and insatiable appetite... I want his dick to be permanently erect, and his big nuts always full to bursting, leaving him constantly horny and on the verge of busting his nut in his pants. I'm a massive fan, by the way ;) He sounds like a hot...very overconfident guy. Though I’m sure he has every reason to be overconfident, having a massive dick and countless conquests can do that to you. You’ll get your wish, your alpha male buddy will always be rock hard…. and I might throw in a couple more inches just to make it even harder for him to hide that beer can monster. No more bragging when it's too big to fit in anyone…not that he’ll get the chance, that beast will scare anyone away. Those big nuts of his will be swollen with fresh cum even after he’s just plastered the walls with his last load. I’m not sure why you asked for this curse…maybe you want to be the guy who’s guts he floods with all that thick cum, or maybe you just don’t like the guy. But either way you won’t be seeing much of him… unless you go to his place, then you’ll see all 13 inches of him and a lot more. Anonymous Asked: I recently got my hands on a Chronivac, but I realised that I can't change myself with it. Odd, isn't it? But I could use it on my friends from the chess team. Could you please tell me what I should do to these nerds? That is such an easy thing to answer… Turn them into tall, dominating, muscle jocks… Make them all over 6ft tall, all over 200lbs of ripped muscle, give them massive fat horse cocks, big cum heavy bull nuts, powerful deep voices and immense confidence in their own superiority. Image how fun it will be to see them take over the school, either you can set it so they have always been studs, or so that they suddenly remember that they are studs and watch as the school falls into the reality. Watching them play around with each other, making fun of the little guys, fucking every girl they can. Bursting out of clothes that are for some reason too small (for fun you should make the clothes a few sizes too small). I’m sure you’ll love sitting in class with half a dozen hunks sitting with you, sitting head and shoulders above everyone. Though I should warn you that changes like these can cause massive mental changes even if you don’t mean for it to happen. You might find yourself getting savagely face fucked by your friends at your next chess team meeting, but roll the dice, should be a fun ride. Anonymous Asked: I would love to have friends who are tall AND muscular, however my friends and I are geeks in a way~ playing board games, pc games and card games, etc. Though some of them are already tall or thick boned (but no muscle). Can you help me? Help I can, they will still be your friends, still play all the games and be massive nerds. But you’d have all the eye candy you can eat… or swallow. All of them will be tall and thick boned… in the sense of having thick cocks. There won’t be a bit of fat on their perfect bodies, just toned strong muscle. You’d be the same as you were before, just now with hunky friends, who you may find will be a lot more demanding… or they might not even want to be friends anymore. I just hope it works out the way you wanted.
  5. “What you looking at” “What do you mean… Who am I” “I’m Drake Hughes, superstar athlete” *The little guy repeats his question* “Oh, so it’s you” “The real Drake, stuck in some body” *You pause and ponder for a second* “Makes you wonder what happened to my old one” *But you snap out of it and stare down the little man* “Sorry man, but we can’t change back” “The process is permanent” “And even if it was would you give up this” “I mean…. I have a huge cock now” “But you know all about that” *The guy goes to talk and you interrupt* “Let’s put it this way…” “You had what… 25 years to play with this” *You flex a bicep and bounce a pec* “Now it’s my turn” *Security approach to remove the short guy from the locker room* “If it makes you feel better….” “At least you didn't get my old body, it sucked” “Ok, so I’m not imagining things” “I’m getting enough lusty stares to know I’m not a wimpy short ass anymore” “So these tattoos really work” “The one on my arm changed my race” “Not that I’m complaining, I really fit in now” “No one would think I’m a tourist” “Plus with the tattoo on my chest….” “No, on my pec, that tattoo gave me a rocking body” *You feel up your ripped solid stomach* “These fucking abs, I could wash clothes on them” *You look down and pull open your tight swim trunks* “Yep, I’m gonna have to visit the tattoo parlour again” “My old dick does not fit this body at all” “I just hope I don’t have to get a horse tattoo on my ass cheek”
  6. “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.
  7. 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.
  8. “Go Vikings!!” Nowadays you could read that sentence all around the building, posters and banners plastering every meter of the hallways and even mostly of the exteriors. And what for? Only because the college’s football team, the Orsonville Vikings, were about to win the national championship. Sure that was impressive, but it’s not like all the other students were total losers. The best example for that was Lugh, the Vikings’ water boy. But of course that wasn’t his whole identity. Being the smart little ginger guy he was, he excelled in his chemistry classes. In fact Lugh was so smart that he had participated in the International Chemistry Championship and even scored among the top 3. But Orsonville’s college was completely focused on their football team, ignoring all other accomplishments from students who didn’t have the skill to participate in the sport. Not like anyone could hold up with the team members. Every single one of them looked like someone had distilled the team name into human form, resulting in a roster of insanely tall, muscular men with golden blond hair and thick beards. And as the team’s waterboy Lugh knew that the team had another trait running for them, a trait that usually entered the room far before them. And no, that didn’t mean the insanely big pecs they all owned, giving them trouble to see their clown feet without having to bend over. It instead referred to the impressive set of genitals they all had. Big bloated bull nuts and cocks that would make true Viking’s hammers look tiny by comparison. Lugh had just accepted it long ago. Having huge Viking looking guys in your school was just a side effect of living in Minnesota, where basically everyone looked like a Norse god made flesh. Everyone except Lugh. Even though his parents had named him after the Celtic warrior god of oaths, truth and law, he had always been tiny compared to his Viking classmates. He was just the stereotypical ginger twink you’d find everywhere. He had really hoped to break the spell when hitting puberty, maybe growing tall and brawny. But even though he had gone to the gym religiously and tried out a myriad of methods to fasten his growth, puberty had just passed him by, leaving Lugh with a short, skinny body. It was just unfair. Lugh had gone to the gym far more than anyone on the football team and while he hadn’t gained any muscle at all, the Vikings were just gaining mass like crazy, even though they were rarely seen seriously training at the gym. Deciding he needed a break from all the hype over the upcoming football game, the skinny ginger made his way towards the city’s public pool. he normally didn’t like showing off his unimpressive body, but since it was so early he figured that he’d be pretty much alone there. It was only a short way away from his flat and so barely 5 minutes after Lugh had left his thick chemistry books behind, he walked into the locker room of the pool, a sportsbag with his new blue swimming trunks strapped over his pigeon chest. But when he opened the door his hopes of some nice time at the pool died. The changing room was filled with team members of the Orsonville Vikings, most of them butt naked at this point and proudly strutting around so everyone could see their amazing bodies and insanely fat cocks. Some of the men had already squeezed their horsedicks into obscenely tight speedos, that did nothing to conceal their farm animal sized sets of genitals. Suddenly the thought of spending time at the pool didn’t seem so good anymore. Lugh didn’t want to have to look at these Norse gods show off their gods and make him look even paler than he already way in comparison. He didn’t want to feel even more inadequate than he already did. And he definitely didn’t want to pop a boner over these amazingly hot guys in public for everyone to see. Lugh had never told anyone, but he was gay and he especially had a thing for the brawny viking kind of guys, which made being around the team members incredibly difficult for him. He wanted to turn around and leave, but given how some of the team members had already seen and greeted him it would look pretty weird if he left now, so Lugh chose the corner of the room that was the furthest away from the team members and started changing. He cursed his genes sometimes. Lugh had the feeling that since he was ginger he could never grow nearly as big as these guys with their viking heritage. Frustrated Lugh just uttered: “I wish I wouldn’t feel so inadequate next to these fucking Vikings.” and all of a sudden the world shifted as this wish became reality. Not just for Lugh and the team, but for the whole world. ———————————————————————————————————– Lugh had to bend his knees as he heaved his python of a dick into his new swimming trunks. With his bull nuts already taking up a lot of the space in there this was already a difficult task when his cock was completely soft, but stuffing his hammer in there when the tool was hardening was pretty nigh impossible. He tried to concentrate on fluffy kittens and over stuff to stop the thing from going completely steelpipe and after some more struggle to get the trunks to sit right he was ready to step out into the open. Getting changed had been insanely difficult given that the Orsonville Vikings had been there too, the whole team of sexy vikings. It had taken Lugh all of his willpower to not pop a boner right the moment he had walked into the changing room full of twinks. It wasn’t rare for the college’s gymnastics team to go to the pool together, but Lugh had hoped he could evade them at this time. The massive ginger just had a thing for these little vikings, from their long blond locks to their lithe, small muscles. And of course there were the balloon asses that were at the center of the viking stereotype. It was kinda funny how the clichees about Norse looking guys were all true. They all had amazing bubble butts, that felt awesome on Lugh’s fat elephant dick, all had plump lips and basically bottomless throats, that were essentially made to give amazing blowjobs to bigger men (meaning everyone) and of course they all had the perfect twink looks, that drove Lugh crazy. Then again the massive ginger was one to talk about stereotypes, being one himself. Like all Celt guys he was as tall as a tree and built like a brick wall. And of course he had the fat shank of fuck meat that was slowly hardening down his right leg, threatening to rip the trunks to shreds. That was also why he had to buy a new pair like every time he went to the pool, there was always some sexy twink there that made his monster harden. As his horsecock began to harden, the members of the Orsonville Vikings that were lounging around the pool got hungry looks in their eyes. All of them knew firsthand that Lugh could put his tool to good use and all of them wanted him to show them again. The Celt just sighed. He had wanted to visit to get some time off from fucking the gymnasts, which was his task as the team’s water boy. he had also wanted to escape the hype for the next competition of the gymnastics team. They were insanely successful and or the whole college these competitions were pretty much the most important thing. Nobody even cared if someone else had success in other fields. Lugh was the perfect example for that. He had just won against countless other guys in a weightlifting competition, earning himself a national champion title and was a pretty successful amateur bodybuilder. The massive ginger just picked up two of the nearest athletes and threw him over his meaty shoulders. They wanted “Fragarach” and they’d get it. Lugh just chuckled to himself. His numerous fucks had nicknamed his footlong cumcannon after the sword of Celtic god whose name he had and he had to admit he kinda liked it. With his powerful baritone he exclaimed “Go Vikings!”, before carrying the two eager twinks to a more secluded area. He just hoped an hour of hard jackhammer pounding would be enough to satisfy each of them.
  9. Casey wasn’t exactly looking forward to PE this day. Actually he was never too eager to go to this class. PE was by far not his favorite class, he was more comfortable sitting in a lab in chemistry or biology. That was a place where he could actually impress with his expansive scientific knowledge. In PE however he was the laughing stock of the class, his frail body and short height making him a natural born loser at each and every sport he tried. He even deliberately came too late, so no one else would be in the locker room and mock him for his weak body. Though that wouldn’t be the main reason for the mockery. That had to be his nigh empty briefs, pathetically flat in the front for an 18-year-old about to head off to college. He blushed, remembering how Jake, the top jock, had pulled down his pants one day and revealed Casey’s tiny three-incher to the whole class. The nerd quickly got changed, so he wouldn’t come too late and covered up his unimpressive body with some ill fitting sports shirt. Casey sneaked into the gym, just when their teacher Coach Middens was explaining what they’d be doing today. “So, boys, I wanna see a clean game of dodgeball now. Jake and Johnny will be choosing teams. Get in line.” Casey sighed, he was horribly bad at throwing and catching balls. The only thing he was at least decent at was dodging balls. Since the top jock was one of the guys choosing teams and the other guy, a minor jock, was too afraid to pick any of the athletic guys away from Jake, the game was pretty much jocks against the rest, meaning Casey, who had been chosen last (of course), and his team had nearly zero chance of winning. As they took their places, Casey didn’t even notice the ball Coach was holding briefly taking on a reddish shimmer. It was a pretty fast game, the jocks hitting the other guys with the balls hard and laughing even harder when one of the other team got hit in the face or the balls. The number’s of the non-jock team dwindled quickly and before long only Casey was left, thanks to his good dodging skill, his 5′8 120 pound frame making it easy for him. He even caught a ball, everyone including Casey surprised about him doing so. He tried passing the ball to a teammate standing outside, but his hand slipped and he hit the back of one of Jake’s jocks. Casey’s 5′11 body trembled as the jock left the field and Jake threw him a glance that meant something like “You’re dead after this game, fuckhead.” the ball rolled over into Casey’s half of the field and the 18-year-old picked it up. He was pretty average when it came to such things as throwing and catching, but he could move his 150 pound body pretty well. He was also pretty agile for someone as average as him and so he hit another jock with a surprise attack. Casey had taken the opportunity of hitting Michael, he one out gay jock, when he had flirted with one of the other guys, giving his above average biceps a flex. This time Jake picked up the ball and threw it hard in the direction of the 6′2 guy who had just eliminated to of his team members. Casey quickly shifted his 190 pound frame a little and watched the ball bounce off the wall in the back, before catching it with one of his large hands. His other hand quickly arranged the 6 inches of cock in his briefs, Casey didn’t want it to flop around. He used the confusion and disgust of the jocks to hit another guy, making sure to put a little more force behind his throw, to show them who’s boss. Jake was in awe as the towering 6′5 240 pound picked up the ball with one massive hand and threw it t him, the force from his throw knocking the inferior jock back when the ball hit him. Casey bounced his pecs and flexed one of his mighty 20 inch biceps. He’d have to be careful to not hit them too hard, might actually injure someone. His team broke into cheers, as Casey picked up the ball, as expected they had won. Being the 6′8 colossus he was, Casey stood head and shoulders above most of his classmates. No wonder he was going to college on a sports scholarship, his 270 pound frame demanded it. The mountain of a teen broke out into a massive smile and ignored how some of his classmates “subtly” felt up his biceps, abs and ass in the midst of cheering. When the crowd dispersed a bit, Casey walked over to Michael, leaned down and whispered in his ear “I’ve got something for you to take care of.”, while palming his impressive bulge. The windows shook from his deep rumbling bass and it also made sure everyone had heard what the behemoth had just said, they wouldn’t be going into the showers for a while. Michael rushed off, his cute bubble butt swaying seductively. Slowly Casey walked after him, constantly pulling at his bulge. Another jockstrap destroyed by the footlong cock and bull balls it had to contain. He’d just have to get another one. But for now Casey was sure nobody would mind if he went commando for the rest of the day. When the giant passed by a mirror in the hallway, he snapped a pic of himself, making sure to send it to his girlfriend, the game had given him a nice pump. It would get her just in the right mood for later, after he had dumped a load into Michael’s throat. “Damn, I love PE.”, Casey rumbled and ripped his tanktop off his massive torso.
  10. Dr. Steve Harrison had stayed at his office long this evening. After some years of research and several expeditions he had finally found what he had been looking for. Deep within the South American Amazon jungle he and his colleagues had at last found the legendary trunks, which he had been researching for all of his work life. He had spent nearly 20 years trying to find this peace of clothing, got divorced from his wife, because she thought he spent too much time at his office and even got laughed at by colleagues. And yet, despite all odds, he finally held the relic in his hands, which had among others inspired the story of Tarzan, the Trunks of the Wild. Though admittedly for such little clothing the word trunks was a bit stretched, it was just two pieces of cloth, connected by two thin strips of fabric. And yet he could almost feel the magic emanating from it. He stood there and inspected the trunks, searching for any trace of hormones, minerals or the like. Simply anything that would prove this thing was special in some way. But for now his test had only shown one thing on the clothing: Lots of old cum, something he was able to tell from simply the musky smell of the clothing. He sighed in frustration. The tests all simply showed, that he had an average piece of clothing before him. But he knew it was special. All of a sudden he heard a whisper in his head: “Put us on.” The voice was deep and melodic, like someone who embodied masculinity itself was whispering into his ear. Steve hesitated. Did he really wanna do this? After all this small piece of clothing would look ridiculous on his old nerdy body. “Put us on.”, the voice whispered again, more insistent and even deeper than the last time. He didn’t have a doubt now, the voice had pushed everything out of his mind, leaving just the need to try the trunks on. He quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, grimacing slightly when he gazed down his unsightly body. But he had to do as the voice said, so he pulled off his tight white briefs and gave his small dick a sad look. “That will change soon enough.”, the voice assured him and he quickly stepped into the Trunks. As he pulled the relic up his skinny legs, he felt the power resonating from it. Like the voice he had heard, the aura of the pants on his legs, felt like the presence of masculinity incarnate. Finally he pulled the trunks all the way up and closed his eyes. Immediately he felt the power of the relic flow through his body and resonate with his every cell. He felt like his whole being had been set on fire, from his head, which seemed to burst, to his body, which felt like someone was trying to burn him, and even his mind, which felt like he was being pulled apart. And then he saw what was happening to him. At first he thought his skin was being burned for real, but then he realized his skin was darkening by the second. He had been white as a ghost before, just some light tan had remained from his latest expedition, but now he was nearing ebony black territory. At the same time, he felt his shoulders being pulled apart, becoming far wider and at the same time rounding out and gaining mass, until they had a shape most guys had to work years for. While he was occupied with his shoulders, he barely noticed his waist becoming smaller, giving him an insane V-shape. To compensate for his wider shoulder, his lats and pecs grew as well, making his back look like a pair of wings and his chest like two pillows had been attached to it, the only difference being, they were hard as granite. His stomach rumbled as the individual abdominal muscles hardened and grew bigger, slowly forming a cobblestone road of abs, which somewhere in the back of his head he was sure he could have washed clothes on. His legs transformed into two beautifully muscled, ebony tree trunks, the individual strings of brawn clearly divided from each other and powerful veins pumping blood into them. The calves, which had by now blossomed on his lower legs, looked like diamonds attached to the back of his legs and were at the very least just as hard. The biggest change however happened between his legs. While his giant legs forced his package forward, his formerly small balls ballooned with probably the most potent cum any human had ever carried, and dropping lower than Steve’s balls ever had and rounding out to about baseball size. As the deep brown color spread to his 3 inch cock, it lengthened, hardened and widened. Veins began delivering hormone heavy blood to the growing tool, forming a net on the professors’s dick. Not that Steve saw the changes happening between his legs, the Trunks barely concealed them. As Dr. Harrison began massaging his cock through the clothing, he could feel the fabric twist and change under his grab. While the original form of the relic would only have covered about a third of the magnificent new weapon of ass destruction, the shorts shifted to become closed at the bottom, giving the heavy weight at least some support and even concealing it and it’s two low hanging companions. Steve was still enjoying the afterglow of his transformation, he heard the same voice as before begin a chant “Fuck, Lift, Repeat”. Over and over again the deep bass repeated the three words and they replaced the majority of Steve’s over thought’s Before long the new black stud noticed, that the voice was no longer saying the words in his mind, but that the words were flowing out of his own mouth. The same deep, commanding, confidence oozing voice he had heard before was now his own. Suddenly S knew his mission. He’d have to go to a gym, start by breaking every record in the gym, proceed by showing everyone his superior masculine body and then take one or two guys there and show them the temple of the wild, his incredible build, with which the Trunks had gifted him. As he closed the door of his office, the name on the door began to change into that of his former colleague, erasing the presence of Dr. Steve Harrison. Now there was only S and he’d spread the message the trunks had given him and show the others the blessing of the wild.
  11. Jack Smith had whatever he could wish for. Be it money, fame or chicks, the world famous model had more than enough of everything. What most people didn’t know was that about a week ago Jack Smith had been Irving Fitzgerald, just another nerd at another rural high school. But then he had gotten his hands on the Chronivac and everything changed. Now he lived in a big penthouse in New York and had at least one girl over every night to fuck. On top of that his toned body and handsome face also got him every modelling job he wanted. And if he found something he could still use the Chronivac on his computer. Though maybe he with all his fame he should have been more cautious with securing his PC. ———————————————————————————————————– Jim had been planning this for a while now. Jake Smith seemed like such a good target for hacking, he was a jerk so any information Jim could get would be worth a ton of money. Even if he could only get a couple of shots from the camera, it would be worth. He could sell them to a magazine or if the rumors about the famous model were true, to a porn website. Looking through Jack’s data Jim only found the usual stuff, schedules, photos from past shoots and a lot of messages from horny girls. One thing though really caught his eye. Between all the flashy stuff was a little program that was titled “Chronivac Reality Alterations”. Curiously Jim brought it up. It looked like a simple Sim like game, currently only showing a model of Jack. Scrolling closer Jim could see that the avatar was nude and apparently the rumors really were true, Jack had a fat sausage between his legs. Jim clicked on the model and a variety of possibilties popped up. Curiously Jim clicked on the option “Sexuality” and clicked the field to alter it. Of course it had been set to “straight” but of course Jim set it to “gay”. A window popped up, telling that the change would take a little while. Simultaneously Jim hacked into the camera and microphone to see if the change would really happen. The model just happened to be talking to a friend on the phone, bragging about how much pussy he got. “And that Pauline girl really knew how to suck dick, man. She didn’t even gag at my meat rod. And Jessica really had some fat tits to play with.” Then a message popped up: “Change completed.” and immediately the bragging changed. “You should have seen Tony’s ass. It was so peachy and tight, really such a good bottom. And the cute guy I picked up at the bar last week, I think his name was Dennis, really managed to keep from spurting for so long. I was so impressed I fucked him another time right afterwards.”, Jack said and cupped his already rehardening dick. With a wicked smile Jim realized that the program was no fake. now he was gonna have some fun. “First I am gonna do something about that face.”, Jim thought and started typing. Meanwhile Jake was taking a photo for his Instagram, knowing that thousands of followers already waited for new fantasy material. Finally he had gotten the perfect shot and was about to post it, when Jim hit Enter. The model barely noticed the photo shifting to fit his new facial features better. His face now sported a more pretty boy like look, making him look more like a frat boy, than the successful person he was. With a smirk, that would have probably made women swoon, had he not been alone, he remembered that this boyish look was his trademark feature and the main reason most people fell for him on first sight. After he posted the photo, Jack sat down on his designer couch and picked up a magazine from the table. Of course he featured as the cover model, but he really found that one article fascinating. It told men how they could improve their sex techniques and even though he was pretty sure he was already an expert, Jack wanted to see to see if he could get any better. Somewhere else Jim was pleased with the results of the facial change as he scrolled through the model’s Instagram account, but he really wanted to see jack with a bit more meat on his bones. And so he brought up the muscle section of the reality altering program. Jack flipped the page of the magazine. The article was really interesting, though there was barely any new information for Jack, as expected. But suddenly the pages of the magazine blurred and Jack felt uncomfortable. When his gaze refocused on the page, it was almost completely dominated by a photo of him. It was only natural though, after all this edition had a big interview with him as cover story. Though they overdid it with the title a bit. “Young, hung and built like a brick wall. An interview with the All American Fitness Stallion.” Absently minded jack scratched his meaty pec and chuckled as he read the article. They focused a ittle too much on his love life, but otherwise it was well written. “Then again, it may because of these bad boys.”, the fitness model said and gave his mighty arms a flex. With a devilish smirk, Jim hit the Enter button once more and Jake got lifted off the couch from his ballooning ass. And with that an empty, itching feeling spread through the fitness model’s bottom. He brought up his phone and dialed a familiar number. “Uhm, Jumbo Jim, I think I need you here right now.”, Jack texted. Jim just smirked and texted back. “I’m on my way. Wait for me, just like I like it.” Eager to please the hacker, Jack ran to the bedroom and undressed down to his black briefs and waited for the arrival of the big dicked top.
  12. 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.
  13. “Hey, faggot, Jenny is coming over later and I don’t want her to get turned off by your bony frame. So do me a favor and stay in your room tonight. Otherwise you know what will follow.”, said Nick, Axel’s jock roommate. Axel just sighed. He knew full well what would happen if he didn’t do Nick that “Favor”, he had a wide array of bruises that could testament to Nick’s bad temperament. Deciding he still had to do something while Nick fucked Jenny silly, he took his phone and checked his mail. Axel raised an eyebrow as he noticed a message from Stan Fatcock, the Big Man on Campus and one of Nick’s best friends. He didn’t even question why the super stud would write a nerdy loser like him, or how he had gotten his E-mail-address. “Probably for tutoring.” Axel guessed and opened the mail. “Man, you gotta check this app out. It did some really sick things to me and now I am this super stud everyone remembers.”, the message read and Axel didn’t know if he should laugh or be incredibly angry at this mockery. He didn’t know why Stan talked to him like they were best friends or why he said to have ever been anything else than the towering mountain of muscle with that fat shank of fuckmeat. Still, the thought an app could have done that seemed interesting, almost too good to be true. Curiously he clicked the link below the message and all of a sudden his screen went black. “Oh man that must have been a virus.”, Axel reasoned and was about to throw the phone away when the screen flickered to life again. It showed only the normal menu, so Axel wondered what the link had caused. Then, after a few minutes of browsing through various sub menus he found the app called “Chronivac”. Axel opened up the program and was immediately excited by the endless possibilities it promised. Then the banging sounds started, so Jenny must finally be there and Nick must have begun fucking her silly and having the wooden headboard crash against their shared wall. “I wonder if the program can take care of it.”, Axel thought and brought up Nick’s profile. With a wicked grin he reduced the size of his roommate’s dick from a towering 9 inches soft, to a 3″ hard pecker, that would probably not be able to satisfy any woman. When he hit enter the banging sounds stopped and were replaced with bored sighs of Jenny, waiting to get pleasured. With a snicker Axel turned to his phone again. There were a lot of interesting options to choose from, he could make himself bigger, regress into a child or even become a tree if he wanted to. Though certainly the most interesting one to peak Axel’s interest was the option “Suppressed Desires”. He didn’t know what to think of that option and the description that the Chronivac would make any clearer either. It just read “Have you ever had a fantasy, but not the nerve to realize it? This option will help you to overcome any desires you have had and more.” Curious what changes would happen Axel clicked on the “Apply” button and waited for something to happen. Though one moment before the changes were about to manifest Axel noticed that the “Aware of Changes” field wasn’t ticked. The little nerd tried to stop it, but too late, a bright flash already went off and blinded him. ———————————————————————————————————– A little sleepy Axel opened his eyes. He scratched his head thinking about what he had just been doing, enjoying the immense feeling of power he felt from the huge biceps pressing against his ear. Then again he hastily straightened his hat, he didn’t want to ruin his look, the hipster appearance was a real turn on for the girls. Well of course his huge muscles and towering height weren’t hindrances either. And not to forget his booming bass voice that usually got him more pussy than he could do. Axel chuckled to himself. Like there was any amount of pussy he couldn’t satisfy. His footlong shank of fuckmeat and softball sized nuts just could keep going for hours and then some. Most of the girls.. he chuckled again.. all of the girls on campus could testament to this. He was just glad he had ordered the custom made condoms, he didn’t want to have countless bastard children littering the campus. And only the specially reinforced were able to handle the sheer power and size of his dick. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the silhouette on the bed stirred. Axel gripped his head. “Oh yeah, I had Jenny and Amber over last night.”, he murmured as he opened the door. Before him stood Nick, his roommate. The little guy was as different from Axel as could be. He stood 2 feet lower than Axel at a rough 5 and a half feet. Also where Axel was a huge muscular stud, Nick was just a twiggy nerd, with no real muscle on his bony frame. “What’s up twerp.”, Axel asked a bit annoyed, his rumbling voice only leading to more stirring from the girls on the bed. Nick just looked at Axel’s thick, tattooed legs and let his eyes wander up to the heavy bulge in his roommate's far too tight underwear. “So Axel, my ass feels empty again and I wondered if you could help me with it.”, Nick said a little nervously. Axel just frowned. The little guy always wanted him to fuck him silly. Axel had even given Nick a dildo, shaped like the brute’s dick, as an birthday gift so he wouldn’t have to waste all of his time on fucking the little guy. “Come on, man, just use the dildo I got you and leave me alone.”, Axel said and wanted to leave, but a hand held him back. “I think only the real thing will do this time.”, Nick answered and wiggled with his fat plush bubble butt. At the sight of this Axel’s elephantine tool stirred to life and Nick’s eyes went wide. “So, here’s the deal. I’ll fuck the girls again, meet up with Stan at the gym afterwards and if all the playing with your dildo hasn’t satisfied you by then I will fuck you. Okay?”, Axel gave Nick a warm smile and overjoyed Nick turned around and ran into his room, only to hear Axel calling after him: “And if I catch you not wearing that buttplug you got for Christmas again, you’re not gonna get fucked for a week.” He chuckled to himself, unsure if he could keep that threat, as he closed the door behind him. The two girls on the bed were now both awake and eager to have Axel split their pussies open. “So ladies.”,Axel Godfuck said, “I’m gonna meet up with my bro Stan in three hours, so we have to hurry up a bit.” And with that line his underwear was ripped to pieces by the enormous cock that was more than ready for Round 10.
  14. “Come on, Bradley, I still haven’t found anything cool today. Let’s check out this shop over there.”, Amy tried to motivate her boyfriend who just sighed and trotted behind her and whose arms were already struggling with the mountain of boxes and shopping bags that contained all the stuff Amy had bought. It had been a long day, they had already been to numerous shops and she had found something in each of them. But without complaint he just entered the store. The saleswoman behind the counter gave him a warm smile and offered Bradley to keep their purchases stored for now, an offer which he gladly accepted. He rubbed his slender arms and looked around the room. Overall it had the looks of a second hand shop, mainly consisting of a variety of clothes and mirrors, but also having other stuff like an old lamp and some vials on the shelves. Bradley looked around for Amy, who had probably run off somewhere in the shop to collect the pieces she liked. Just then he passed a large full body mirror and took a look at himself. Overall he was pleased with himself. Sure he was no jock, but he had a decent body, always trying to keep himself in shape with jogging and push-ups. He wasn’t a model either, but somehow his face had a boyish charm, which girls seemed to like. Before he had met Amy in his second year of college, which had been 3 years ago, his face and easygoing attitude had done a good job scoring him a few fucks, which had never complained about his 5″ cock. Just then he heard his girlfriend call him from the changing rooms. He quickly walked over to her and a short look into the booth confirmed that this huge pile of clothes would take Amy some time to get through, so Bradley sat down in a nearby chair with view on her cubicle. It didn’t take Amy long to try on the first piece of clothing she had picked out. She stepped out of the room, wearing a T-shirt with some nerdy line. Of course a nerd like Bradley instantly recognized where it came form. It was a simple League of Legends shirt which had “Dat Ashe” written over the well highlighted chest of Amy. “Suits you well, baby.”, Bradley snorted and gave his girlfriend a thumbs up. “I don’t know, it’s pretty loose and not as body hugging as I’d like.”, she complained and went back into the cubicle. Bradley just sighed. Of curse having a hot girlfriend like Amy was nice and it was sure a nerd like him would never find another one like her, but she could be pretty exhausting. A few moments later Amy reappeared, now wearing a short skirt that really highlighted her long lean legs and pushed up her ass nicely. She had put her plain black top, in which she had entered the shop, on again. “Damn girl, are you trying to make me hard?”, Bradley asked and gave his enormous bulge a grab. He could see Amy moving her thighs a little, probably barely able to not get wet from the memories of Bradley jackhammering his monstrous horsecock into her tight pussy. He still clearly remembered the other guys always joking in the locker room, how he could probably use that thing as a walking stick if he were serious. “I like it too.”, Amy cooed and stopped his train of thought. That short statement relieved him, it meant that she would probably keep the sexy shorts. The next piece of clothing Amy tried on was was a pair of athletic shoes, maybe meant for jogging or track running.They were white and had a few red stripes running across them. They really accentuated the length of her legs and made her look taller than she actually was. Additionally it gave her the nice sporty look Bradley liked. “How do you like them Brad?”, Amy asked and stepped closer to give her boyfriend a better view. He leaned down to inspect them and with one smooth motion he stood up and pulled Amy closer while grabbing her ass. “They look damn good on you, babe. And they really make your ass look juicy as hell.”, he answered and planted a rough kiss on her lips For a moment Amy was kind of awestruck, but then she smiled and rubbed her boyfriend’s big hard chest with one hand. “So that means I’ll keep it, I guess.”, she said and rubbed over one of his nipples. A soft deep moan escaped the muscular man’s lips and he felt the enormous cock starting to get hard in his sweatpants. “Save that for later, babe.”, he replied and sent her back to the changing room with a slap on her ass. When she stepped out of the cubicle the next time, she wore another new piece of clothing, pair of expensive looking sunglasses. Instantly a smile crossed the handsome face of Amy’s fratboy boyfriend “You like?”, she asked with her prettiest smile, while looking over the rim of her new sunglasses with a seducing look. She had the strong desire to kiss him again, just looking at his sparkling white teeth and dimples made her almost wet. But she knew if she didn’t hurry up a little, Brad would be annoyed and maybe wouldn’t ram her mammoth sized cock into her tonight. So she quickly pulled on the last piece she had taken with her, a shirt with a funny line and left the booth again. “I guess I’ll buy that outfit.”, Amy said and turned around to give Brad a good view of herself. Curiously he read the sentence written on the plain black piece of clothing. “’I’m with stupid.’”, he read out slowly. “Damn right you are.”, Brad exclaimed and flexed one of his seriously muscled arms. Amy just chuckled. Brad really wasn’t the brightest bulb, honestly he was so dumb he didn’t even finish high school, but he was kind and honest plus Brad could give her a fuck like no other guy she ever met. “You look awesome, babe.”, he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go home honey and then I’ll reward you for your patience today.”, Amy cooed and rubbed the long shaft of her boyfriend. Brad just chuckled and lifted her shirt. ‘We might not even make it home at this rate.’ Amy thought but mentally shrugged. Even if they had sex here, Brad would be ready again when they got home nonetheless.
  15. It was a normal day at the beach, well as normal as it got now. It had been months since David had made his wish upon a shooting star to be the top in his relationship for once and his whole world had turned upside down. By now he ha accepted the rules and odds of the new reality he had found himself in. Guys who had formerly been domineering muscular tops, were now bottoms, greedy for the huge cocks of their former bottoms. Of course the same had happened to David and his boyfriend Jamal, who had now given up on his studies and even basketball, just to be ready to take care of his partners needs whenever he was ready. That’s why the big black basketball player ended up going to the beach in only a skimpy jockstrap, obediently sucking David’s footlong member, while he looked around the beach. The scene was the same pretty much everywhere. Beefy men sucking off rather skinny figures, with cocks nearly as long as David’s. Just then David shot his load down the already waiting throat of his partner and had him lick off the cum rests, before Jamal fell into a light slumber, having his hunger satisfied for the moment. David packed his massive dick into the speedo and decided to wander around the beach for a bit. He couldn’t help but admire the different techniques the different couples were using or the beefy backsides of the bottoms, which just screamed to be slapped or fucked. There was the occasional straight couple too, mostly consisting of a busty girl and a skinny horsehung man and sometimes even a muscle man. Then David spotted a guy e had been thinking about all day. You see David had chosen this beach because it had a relatively well known life guard. The guy was infamous for his incredible body and bulging swimming trunks. He had to admit even David didn’t escape his legendary horse cock back in the days, just like countless girls and twinks. But now it was different, the lifeguard too had changed since the wish. Of course he still had the big bulging muscles, that made him look like he had just stepped out of a photo shoot for a bodybuilding magazine, but the front of his red speedo was almost completely flat. And judging from the longing look in his eyes, he was an even hungrier bottom than Jamal, who himself was pretty much bottomless. David slowly approached him and looked as his eyes followed the bouncing of my stuffed to the max briefs. David barely had the time to say anything, before the hunk grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to a nearby beach hut, all the while rubbing his bulbous ass cheeks, he clearly needed this. David wondered how he could even swim fast enough for his job with an ass this big slowing him down. But just then they reached the hut and the lifeguard closed the door. Without further ado, the lifeguard fished my dick out of the tight cloth and went down on his knees. He started licking David’s fist sized cock head, before going further down on the massive tool, deep throating it with expert skills and barely any gag reflex. He also used his tongue with such skillfulness that it took me only about 5 minutes to dumb my load down his awaiting esophagus. Well, I shot the first load after about 5 minutes, but my egg sized balls had more cum in store, so I shot 5 more loads into his eager mouth. With my balls empty for now and the lifeguard obviously satisfied, David left the hut, thinking that Jamal was probably hungry again. He made his way back to their spot and passed a young couple, the both of them barely 20. The one guy was the stereotypical football player bottom boy and the other was his partner, a horsehung but skinny nerd. Though the nerd didn’t seem to be able to keep up with the needs of his footballer. The jock was still sucking the dick in front of him, but the nerd’s balls were quiet obviously pumped dry. “May I offer you a hand young man, or maybe a dick?”, David asked friendly and gestured towards his groin. The nerd was relieved to be able to get the hungry athlete off his dick and practically pushed him on David’s tool. That only meant that Jamal would have to wait an hour more for his afternoon meal.
  16. Lewis was pretty much perfect in every way. At the age of 21 he was the undisputed Big Man on Campus, being both the captain of the wrestling and football team. He wasn’t a jerk though, the 6′6″ 280 lbs behemoth always being friendly towards anyone he met and helpful and caring for those in trouble. Everybody knew that Lewis was attending the college on a scholarship, but most people didn’t know that this scholarship had nothing to do with his athletic success. Lewis was just a genius, having shown remarkable talent for Organic Chemistry and Biochemistry. At the young age of 18 Lewis had written an essay, which later led to the discovery of a cure for the flu. Lewis’ genius also extended to other areas. He excelled at math and literature and (what most of the sorority houses could testament to) the bedroom. He was an expert at fucking all girls into ecstasy with his thick 10″ cock. But all the good guy act and nice persona ended at the threshold of his house.That’s what Lewis’ little brother Leonard knew far too well. Lewis forced his little brother constantly to do things for him, like washing his dirty clothes and doing his housework. What was even worse, was that Leonard was gay and Lewis had caught him one day while Leonard was sniffing at the stretched out jockstrap Lewis had worn to practice that day. From then on it went kind of downhill, with Lewis constantly walking around in only his jockstraps or even nude. Their shared room didn’t make matters better and so Leonard had to witness more than once how Lewis fucked a girl silly. It wasn’t like Leonard would have any way to pay him back. The 18-year-old was pretty much the complete opposite of his big bro. He was below average in pretty much every area, be it height, athleticism, beauty, intelligence or even dick size. That is until Leonard found a program called Chronivac. ———————————————————————————————————– It was a nice sunny day and Lewis had talked his best friend Tony into coming over to his house and chilling. They walked home and took a detour to the river in order to enjoy the day some more and maybe pick up a few chicks if they were at it. They even saw Leonard driving by in a bus, though he was too busy typing on his phone to notice them. Lewis’ and Tony’s plan didn’t succeed, the chicks weren’t really interested and not even Lewis’ legendary charm could change their opinion. Just when the third girl in a row had turned him down, Lewis was hid by a headache. He remembered that persuasion had never been his strong point. That’s why he normally let his body and face do the talking. Frustrated he came home and immediately saw something disturbing. A jockstrap, looking like size 3XL was draped over the handrail. What looked even worse was that the flexible material was even stretched out from what must have been a farm animal sized set of genitals. “Weird.”, Lewis uttered and threw it in the laundry basket, Lewis would have to wash it later. The two jocks stepped into the garden and decided to play some football. The game was kind of one sided, with Lewis taking the obvious lead. This went on for several minutes, until the door opened. Out stepped Leonard, clad in nothing more than a jockstrap, just like the one Lewis had fished off the handrail. And just like he had theorized, the owner was seriously packing. Another wave of dizziness hit him. It was only natural for Leonard to have 3XL as a jockstrap size, his genitals were ridiculously disproportionate on his skinny frame. He scratched at his humongous bulge and Lewis and Tony had and equally frustrating feeling of emptiness in their crotch areas. The two built sport stars were always mocked for being so unhung, both barely having 3 inches of cock when hard. “What you’re looking at, Lewis?”, Leonard mockingly asked and scratched at his bulge once more. “Fuck off, twerp?”, Lewis answered angrily and turned back to playing with Tony. The beefy linebacker still couldn’t get over how different Lewis was from his brother Leonard, the one being an gerbil dicked supertalent and the other just a horsehung average guy. Tony though noticed a displeased look crossing the younger brother’s face as he pulled his phone seemingly out of nowhere and began typing. The next thing the two jocks knew was that it felt like ants were crawling under their facial skin, but that feeling subsided as quickly as it had come. Suddenly Leonard called from the door. “It’s really fun to see Troll and the Ogre play this game. You’re really good at this guys.” A little embarrassed Lewis and Tony looked at each other. The nicknames ‘Troll’ and ‘the Ogre’ weren’t really the nicest around, but they were unfortunately fitting. Lewis was called “Troll” because of his crooked teeth and crooked nose, that had been broken multiple times. It gave him an intimidating look, that fit his burly build and towering height. On the other hand “the Ogre” Tony had earned his nickname from his overhanging mono brow and spotty skin, which made him look kind of dumb all the time. With a brooding look the two brutes turned at Leonard and were, as always, taken aback by his looks. Leonard looked like a Grecian statue had come to life, his face looking hard and like it was carved out of marble, while at the same keeping the young pretty boy charm of a 17-year-old. His features were so perfect they would make Narcissus jealous and put Adonis to shame. His eyes were so blue, that even the bluest of skies looked grey against them. “I said you should fuck off, twerp.”, Lewis said and resumed playing, or at least he tried to, since he was hypnotized by Leonard’s beauty. It took Lewis a moment to shake him awake and get him to play. And once again they ignored the pissed off look on Leonard’s cherubic face. The moment Lewis threw his 5′6″ frame into 5′5″ one he was hit by another headache. Wasn’t he to be taller? But no, Leonard was the tall one of the two. Lewis was even glad he was so short, since it wouldn’t make sense for a wrestler to be tall. With his short frame he could use his power more concentrated. It also made sense for a football player like Tony, because he was more agile that way. Though it would have certainly be nice to be as tall as Leonard with his 7′3″ frame. But Lewis “little” brother had the constant problem of banging his head on the doorframes, even though their parents had installed extra high ones, so that wouldn’t happen. But then another headache hit Lewis and Tony, resulting in the two of them grabbing their heads with petite hands. Why would the two of them ever be active in sports like football and wrestling. Their build was more fit for gymnastics, that was if their balance wasn’t thrown off by the big bouncy bubble butt they possessed. They both had a more skinny stature with small, flexible muscles. On the other hand was Lewis’ older brother Leo. He was the undisputed stallion of his campus, and he wasn’t even 20 yet. That said, didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten a taste of most of the sorority members on his campus. They just enjoyed rubbing Leo’s massive juicy pecs, while riding on his horse cock or feeling up he giant arms Leo called his own. Of course tracing the deep ridges of Leo’s sixpack wasn’t a turn off either. “At least I have still my scholarship.”, Lewis lisped and tried to recall what he and Tony had just done, when he heard the typing from the door. “Yeah, gymnast scholarships are great.”, Tony answered and giggled dumbly. Of course they would only get in college like that, after all the two twinks had barely made it through high school, because they had constantly milked their classmates’ dicks. And if they weren’t busy with that, Tony had to take care of Leo’s monster. Right after that thought had left his mind, Lewis heard a rumble come from next to him. It’s source was obviously Tony, who was seemingly quite hungry, judging the way he rubbed his ass. Fortunately Leo was close and walked up to the twink. “Wanna have your meal now?”, he asked and pulled down his gym shorts. Immediately Tony cupped the cum heavy bull nuts and began massaging them, while working the mammoth tool with his bottomless throat. “Make it quick though, some girls are coming over later.”, Leo said and forced Tony further down his cock. Hungrily Lewis licked his lips and thought about how delicious Leo’s cock must taste, but for now he’d have to settle for some jock from the gym.
  17. 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.
  18. “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”
  19. “Hey Jim” the muscle hunk boomed as he approached It was then that Jim recognised the stud. It was Toby, the little guy that he’d babysat for years before Jim went off to college. But there was nothing little about Toby now, he was huge. A few inches taller then Jim and twice as broad. His thick arms burst out of the armholes of his peach vest, his heavy pecs straining the fabric tightly. His chiseled face decorated with thick dark stubble. “What the fuck happened to you, you’re huge” Jim gushed, Toby was one hot mother fucker Toby smirked and flexed one arm, the bicep exploded with veins. “Puberty…. it hit me like a fucking freight train” Toby sniggered Jim nodded and looked over his shoulder to the restaurant he was meeting his family at, Toby noticed. “You just get back from college” Toby asked as he moved towards the restaurant, and Jim started to follow, his eyes on Toby’s broad back “Yea meeting the family” Jim answered “You” Toby grinned “Meeting my girl” Jim followed Toby in and saw his parents and older sister waiting for him on the far side of the room. He was about to say goodbye to Toby, but the hunk was moving towards Jim’s family. Dread spread over Jim, what if Toby was dating my sister. Lucy rose from the table and caught Toby in a deep passionate kiss. Jim watched as Toby’s large hand slid under Lucy’s tight skirt. He overheard Lucy moan “So fucking horny” and the couple left for the bathroom. Toby tossed his sunglasses onto the table and gave Jim a cheeky wink. They returned after 30 minutes, Toby swaggering to his seat, Lucy limping and cramming her sodden panties into her purse. The dinner appeared normal, but Jim was sure that Toby was feeling up his sister beneath the table. The night was worse, turns out that Toby more of less lived with Lucy now, and they would use Jim’s bed when theirs got too sticky. Jim’s blanket were caked in Jim’s dried cum, and used condoms littered the floor. Then the moaning started, Lucy was near screaming as Toby fucked her. Her bed smashing against the wall. Jim noticed the crack in his wall and the broken shelf. Toby had fucked her so hard and often that he’d started to break the house. In the morning Jim was almost falling asleep in the shower when Toby joined him in the bathroom. He used the toilet and started to give graphic details about his and Lucy’s fuck session yesterday. Jim found himself getting boned over it. “You hard…” Toby asked “Same, your sis is fucking hot” Jim hid is average cock and tried to get a peak at Toby’s dick. It rose from between his thick thigh, which were spread wide to give his monster bull nuts some space. The shaft was thick and veiny, the head looked like a deadly weapon. “You know, you are her have the same ass” Toby mused “Peachy” Jim blushed and started to splutter. Toby laughed “Don’t worry, Lucy is cool with it, I have four other girlfriends, but I’m looking for a guy to fuck…. I hate using condoms” Jim started to shake with anticipation as Toby’s large bulk squeezed into he shower with him. His big hands pulling apart Jim’s plump butt cheeks. Toby chuckled “Gonna be a tight fit”
  20. 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.
  21. “These drinks are delicious” Oscar said slurping from a straw In each hand he was holding a large hollowed out fruit. It was gimmick that the beach side bars did, they fill the fruit up with any drink of your choosing and you’d get to live out some tropical fantasy in your head. Peter who laid on a towel next to Oscar on the sandy beach barely looked at his buddy. He was just trying to get a tan while Oscar was abusing the free bar. “What flavours did you get’ Peter asked Their other friends were in the crystal clear sea, tossing a beach ball between themselves. The group having taking a short vacation to a nice tropical island before school got crazy. Not like missing a week of classes in the middle of the semester would affect their grades at all. “I got…” Oscar answered between slurps “Meaty Mango… and Alpha Apricot” Peter sat up, his eyes curious behind his sunglasses. “Those flavours sound weird” he said looking to Oscar His friend looked different. He was shirtless, but it suited him more than it did at the start of the trip. His flabby stomach was tighter and firmer, his fatty moobs had turned solid and were now pecs. Peter watched as Oscar took a long slurp from one of the fruits, his friends bicep suddenly gained another inch. “Was that Meaty Mango” Peter asked Oscar shook his head, his greasy blond hair now had a nice lustre to it. “Alpha Apricot” he said “This is Meaty Mango” Oscar took a long slurp from the other hollow fruit. Peter saw something move in Oscar’s shorts. His fat thighs were now a lot more solid and pulling his brown swim shorts tight. A long slab of cock was running down Oscar’s leg and it was just about to pop out the leg of his shorts. “Meaty” Peter muttered to himself just as the fat head of Oscar’s cock peeked out the leg of the shorts Oscar stopped slurping and pulled at his shorts, tucking his cock away. “Alpha… for muscle” Peter muttered looking at Oscar’s muscled chest “What you saying” Oscar asked smiling between slurps of fruit juice “Oh, nothing, just musing” Peter said smiling Oscar’s pecs bounced, suddenly having gained a few pounds of muscle. Oscar returned to drinking and watching the rest of their friends playing in the ocean. Peter’s eyes were glued to Oscar, watching for every little change as Oscar drained his large fruit drinks. “Say…. Oscar” Peter asked Oscar turned to Peter, his lips thicker and poutier, his eyes bluer and brighter. His jaw looked more square and his double chin had vanished. “Yea buddy” Oscar said, he almost sounded annoyed that Peter was bothering him, his voice dismissive of his friend Peter watched as Oscar smirked, his shiny white teeth on show and his now tanned thick pecs bounced out a little tune. “Where did you get those drinks from” Peter asked Oscar didn’t seem to listening, he was flexing a full bicep and comparing the size of it to the large fruit he’d just been drinking from. Peter was guessing the Alpha Apricot was giving him more than just an alpha body, it was giving Oscar an alpha attitude. “Oh” Oscar said turned to point behind him, flexing his bicep in Peter’s face as he did “At that beach hut” Peter looked to where Oscar was pointing. There was nothing there, just empty golden sand. “Huh, that’s weird” Oscar said slurping the last of his fruit drink Without any effort Oscar tossed the finished drink over the heads of several other beachgoers and watched it land perfectly in a large trash can. “Nothing but net” Oscar laughed, slapping Peter’s pale shoulder with a large tanned hand “I’m gonna hit the water, see ya later little guy” Oscar laughed jumping to his feet and ruffling Peter’s hair Peter looked on open mouth as Oscar stomped into the sea, at least 3 inches of fat cock hanging out the leg of his shorts. Peter looked to the large trash can, he wondered if there was any final drops of juice in those discarded fruit.
  22. “What the fuck is this, Billy.”, I screamed at my ‘little’ brother. “It’s a new laptop, duh.”, he replied with a wide smile. “I know, but where did you get the money to buy it?”, but then an idea came to my mind “You didn’t use your price money, did you?.” “Of course I did.” “You were supposed to buy supplements from this money.”, I said and facepalmed myself. “But why should I, your magic can help me stay this big, right?” Technically he was right, but I didn’t want him to rely on my spells any longer. I mean he was depending on me at first, but now he is (or at least looks) grown up and older than me. He shouldn’t be relying to much on me and my magic anymore, right? Oh yeah right, I am a wizard. Though I haven’t been one for too long, to be exact for only about a month. It seems like one of my ancestors was a magician and he passed his magic down to me and it kicked in when I hit puberty (Which was in my case at the age of 19), though it came at a cost. My magic powers bloomed like nothing, but my body somehow got left behind. So at the age of 19 I stood at a meager height of only 5′7″ and was as thin as a stick. And I could see that my little brother Billy was going down the same lane. But then I found a spell book in the attic, which had been left behind by my ancestor. There were a lot of interesting transformation spells inside, like transmuting water into oil or making plants into animals. But the most interesting spell for me was the following: Manhood Acceleration If your boy has yet to hit his 19th summer and yet to bloom into a man, Use this spell to help him rise into the best version of himself he can. Take a hair from his head, lay it into a ring of light And recite the incantation, be prepared for a fight: Mare Magnum Corpus Puerulum I didn’t want my brother to get treated the same way I had been, like being stuffed into trash cans or given wet willys, so I decided to give this spell a try. Of course I tried a few other spells beforehand, after all I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I practiced a few spells the following week, like turning a tree’s leafs red or making our hamster into a bunny (Of course I reversed the spells afterwards). Finally I felt ready to cast the spell and sneaked up behind my brother, pulling a few hairs out of his head. He started making a scene and his eyes started to water, which spontaneously made me wonder if the spell would take care of this too. This same night I used the spell, finding out it was more tiring than I had anticipated and I fell into my bed more exhausted than I had ever been. The next morning I woke up to the sound of slapping flesh. I followed the noise and found myself in front of my brother’s room. Slowly I opened door and found a strange man in my brother’s bed, jacking off what seemed like a foot of wrist thick meaty cock. I was shocked at first but this feeling only deepened when I recognized the facial features of my 12-year-old brother on this incredibly muscled heavily tattooed frame, strangely distorted and stretched across a new more manly bone structure. “Hey bro, I feel funny today, especially my dick.”, he said out in a smooth deep baritone voice, that oozed confidence, all the while rubbing his impressive tool. It would be an understatement to say, that the spell’s results surprised me. It isn’t like reality shifted or something like this, but everybody seemed strangely accepting to the fact, that the cute 12-year-old blew up into a musclebound college aged guy. Our mom even started calling Billy, or as he prefers to be called now ‘Bill’, the older brother just the next day. When I told my family about the spell, they just shrugged their shoulders and continued whatever they were doing like I just told them that it was sunny outside. Then I saw an advert for a local muscle show and got an idea to profit from Billy’s body. Needless to say he rocked the show and easily took first place (And I think he banged the cute judges afterwards.) Though I hope he will start acting a little more adult, I mean we can’t have him buy a new computer every time he takes first place, right?
  23. Looking back, it might not have been the brightest idea to use this strange idol on my husband Tom. We’ve had more than a few issues in our marriage, but probably the biggest one was, that he just couldn’t satisfy me sexually. I mean, he shot his load about two minutes after we started and then he was asleep within a few minutes. I just wanted to get a really good fuck for once, so when Casey, a friend of mine, told me how satisfying the sex had been, since she used the idol on her husband Mike, which I didn’t remember being anything but a plain black muscle monster with a free swinging horse cock (He didn’t bother to put on any pants even when they had guests. Not that anyone complained.) But I decided to trust her and that same evening I waited till my husband was asleep after another unsatisfying sex session and did exactly what she had told me. I took one of his boxer briefs from the drawer, cut a curl from his hair and wrote my wish on a piece of paper: “I just want to get sexually satisfied.” I then proceeded to bind my paper to the briefs with the curl of Tom’s hair and placed the idol on top of his underwear, just like Casey had instructed me to. I then recited the line she had taught me: “Dei factus est dignus!” Suddenly the eyes of the little statue glowed bright red and runes began to appear all over the idol. The light became brighter by the second and before I passed out I noticed that Tom’s boxer briefs had been replaced by a pair of posers. —————————————————————————————————- When I woke up, I only saw a black behemoth with his clean shaven ebony head between my legs and at the same time blushed as I saw what he did to my pussy. Only then the surprise subsided and a wave of pure bliss hit me. “So that’s the foreplay. Let’s move to the main attraction.”, said the giant and lifted his head from between my legs. And then a realization hit me. This man was none other than my husband Tom. He might have the body of a god, the sexual prowess of a porn star and skin the color of dark chocolate, but I recognized the face of my husband, although it had gone through a process of hyper masculinisation. But as he climbed on top of me and lined his fist sized cock head up with my pussy, new memories started flooding into my mind. Of course he had the sexual prowess of a porn star, he was one. Tom had been doing porn professionally ever since he turned 18, but he had started making amateur videos of himself since his 16th birthday. Ever since he turned professional he had gathered a harem of girls around him, college girls, neighbors and over hot women made it up, but I was the unchallenged leader of his girls. It was only natural for his wife. We had fallen in love during the first year of high school, both of us nerds, but soon after he had taken up weight lifting. Turned out that he not only had an enormous cock (A fact I didn’t know of back then.), but his balls produced a strange hormone that stimulated enormous growth in his muscles. He quickly moved up in the school’s hierarchy, but he never forgot me. Right after our graduation we got married and bought a huge mansion of the money, that Tom had earned with porn and his bodybuilding. That was exactly 10 years ago and since then our life had been practically an endless orgy. By now Tom had become one of the most famous porn stars in the world, thanks o his amazing body and farm animal sized cock. “So baby, ready for your Valentine’s Day gift?”, Tom asked me, his deep voice making my pussy go even wetter. Everything I can remember after this is my husband jackhammering his record breaking cock into my tight pussy and orgasming for about 10 times. What can I say? Ever since I met Tom, I can’t complain about being unsatisfied.
  24. *Click - Click - Click - Click* came the noise from the neighboring cubicle. "What are you typing so hectically?”, Keith asked his pal and co-worker William. Normally the guy was just like him. Only doing the absolutely necessary to not get fired and the rest of the day playing some crappy game. But today there was more than the normal occasional clicking. “Nothing, just toying with some new thing I found.”, came the reply from the other side of the wall. Curiously Keith peeked around the corner. There his best friend sat. Just like Keith William wasn’t exactly the most beautiful flower in the garden. Unlike their asshole manager Zack, who constantly bragged about the model jobs he got from time to time and all the while made fun of his two ugly employees. Of course it was not only about the fact that they were a little unattractive. Other recurring topics of Zack’s mockery was the bit of flab they were carrying around (It’s not like they were fat, just a bit out of shape.) in contrast to his perfect Adonis body or the lack of height (Both of them were about 5′9″), that paled in comparison to his extraordinary 6′7″. And of course the donkey dick, that he always bragged about in front of them, full aware, that nature hadn’t been this kind to William (William’s dick was only about 3″ when hard, from what he had told Keith. Being a black guy, this wasn’t an issue for Keith. And then Keith heard the sound of the ‘Enter’-Button being hit. Big dick, perfect muscles and an extraordinary height? What was he thinking? That wasn’t Keith at all. “Are the reports finished yet?”, came the squeaking question from next to him. He almost hadn’t noticed Keith. That wasn’t a surprise though. The office twink and manager often got overlooked and if not he most of the time got mistaken for a girl, standing only slightly above 5′ and having a build and flexibility, that most female gymnasts would kill for. “Aww, someone feeling angry?”, Keith asked and gave his generous bulge a grope. He could clearly see the lust in Zack’s eyes, though the little guy had only been fucked by Grant, another co-worker, a few minutes ago. But there was no helping it. Zack had been diagnosed a rare disorder called EAS, the ‘Empty Ass Syndrome’, which meant, that he got uneasy if he didn’t perpetually get a cock up his ass. Of course that went well with the fact, that apparently all guys at their office were hung like bull elephants. “Come on, little guy, I’ll go take care of you.”, Keith said in a warm tone and guided Zack toward his bureau. As he went towards the separated chamber, he could still hear William typing something on his keyboard. As the manager laid before his black employee on the battered bed in his private office, a wave of dizziness hit Keith. Suddenly the door flew open and Bill, the office bull, entered the room. “You weren’t about to fuck my prey right now, were you?”, Bill asked as he ducked into the room, his deep voice making Keith’s black sausage hard. And not only that. Since Bill didn’t want to wear clothes at the office (Not like anyone urged him to.) and so his body in his complete perfection was on show. His round pecs, his football sized arms, his perfectly cut sixpack and his huge quads all of them stacked on an enormous height of 7′. And to top things off he only wore a pair of struggling briefs, that completely showed the outline of his monster cock. It was even longer than that of everyone else in the office and that was saying something, considering their office was citywide known as the ‘Bullcage’. All of them knew that Bill could use his monster for good too. He always made Zack scream the whole building down when he got to fuck him. Meaning every few minutes, since Zack was not the only one with a disorder. Perfectly matching Zack’s EAS, Bill had an even rarer disorder, namely the ‘Hyper-Libido Syndrome’, meaning that his baseball sized nuts would not only need constant draining, but they would refill almost instantly too. So as the behemoth threw Keith out of the room and started his jackhammering, the now horny and depressed black employee made his way towards his cubicle. As he passed his colleagues, all of them jacking their fat, long cocks while watching porn or doing sales reports, he couldn’t help but wonder how Bill spend practically his entire time fucking Zack, but still made the most sales at their insurance selling company. He heard a pingig sound from the neighboring cubicle, Bill’s workplace, and decided to see what was the source. As he entered the cubicle he was amazed by how many pictures of Bill’s sexual conquests plastered the walls, some of the hottest girls and guys Keith had ever seen. He noticed the computer screen was still on and a program was opened. A message was up. “Thank you for using Chronivac.”
  25. “Okay, did you get the topic of the next debate?”, Mr. Connors, the Orson High’s debate team coach, asked his team members. Like the team Mr. Connors was pretty nerdy. And just like the five boys, he was an Asian guy. “Yeah, of course.”, answered the team in a chorus. Of course they had gotten it. Ray, Jin, Sean, Hwan and Chun were the smartest kids in the school. They all were prime examples of the Asian stereotype. They all were incredibly smart, but they were all just as skinny and weak as toddlers and that’s why, of course, they were constantly bullied by the football team. But that didn’t bother them at all. The five of them were best friends and every time they got beaten up, they were able to laugh together and play nerdy games afterwards. And just as they were on the way back from the debate, which they not only won with ease, but that qualified them for a nationwide competition too, on the other side of the country Li made his wish. —————————————————————————————————- Coach Connors, the behemoth of a man that trained the Orson High’s famous bodybuilding team, stood up and turned at his team. “Okay team.”, he said in a deep voice,” Your posing was very good, but Sean and Jin, you should go through your moves again. And Chun, you should really practice your sex technique again.” “Yeah we know, Coach.”, the three of them replied in an equally deep voice. Though they had scored at this competition big time, there were still lacking points. It’s not like they didn’t practice enough. The five of them practically spent their entire time in the weight room or in the locker room. Coach Connors had even organized, that they would be able to skip classes to get in shape for the competition. They had to train for all three parts of the bodybuilding competition. All of them were pretty good in the first part, the posing, even though just like Coach Connors had said, Sean and Jin would need to practice their routine. But all team members would need to practice for the second part of the competition, the sex technique. Of course the cheerleading team was all too enthusiastic about helping the team out with their practice. Needless to say, that only included the members of the cheerleading team, which hadn’t already been impregnated by the horsehung Asian bulls. It’s not like they complained though. Getting fucked by the team, that was nationwide known for their expert skills was an honor after all. And that’s were it came to the third category of the contest. Since the team members needed to practice for the Longest Fuck, they sometimes spent hours in the locker room, in the beds, that stood there, and pillage the cheerleaders into ecstasy. Additionally, Coach Connors had given each of the boys a box with 100 Asian sized condoms, he didn’t want any more pregnancies after all. And when they weren’t training in the weight room, practicing their poses in front of the wall length mirrors or fucking a poor cheerleader raw, they were watching the private porn of the legendary L. It was always a show to see the 5 boys, none of them under 6′4″ or under 250 lbs jacking their footlong cocks while watching the master do his magic.
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