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Stolas and The Elephas Vyaghras Potion

"Mmmm! How absolutely delicious! What a lovely flavor." Stolas said, locking his lips as the last of the obscenely thick and milky potion he'd just drank slid down his throat.  Now that his station and powers had been restored thanks to his beloved and his daughter after his ex and her disgustingly incestous brother's schemes, Stolas and Blitzo's relationship had only deepened and grown stronger.  And as today was their anniversary, Stollas had wanted to surprise his very experienced and very, very, very,very, VERY kinky lover. 

And after some digging into his ancestors' grimoiries and very little persuasion to Asmodeus, Stolas had been able to procure a Lust-ring exclusive fungi that was wildly coveted and sought after: the Elephas Vyaghras. Said to unleash ones' primordial, animalistic inner demon when partaken, the obscenely phallic mushrooms were highly sought after but strictly regulated by the Lord of Gluttony and heavily distilled for consumer consumption. But Asmodeus had been more than willing to give Stollas a whole shroom for his potion, him and Fizzaroli sharing a laugh as they left that felt like Stolas had been left out of some inner joke. 

But it mattered not. "Blitzo's gonna love this. Now just to send this to him..." Stollas muttered, moving away from his workbench to the dildo shaped bottle he'd filled with the remains of the brew he'd just downed. He quickly wrote a sexy note for Blitzo to drink this and meet him at their abode ASAP and when, with a wave of his hands, portalled his package to his boyfriend's desk.  "Excellent! Now the recipe states that we'll be brought to a feverish, animalistic passion that will culminate in multiple nights of sinful passion and ecstasy that will leave us passed out in comas when we’re through ravishing every available orifice and erogenous zone on our persons- OHHH I can't wait!' Stollas huffed, shivering in delight at imagining the myriad of ways his Blitzy was about to wreck him. 

"Now just to quickly change into something to set the mood- perhaps that blonde bikini from that trashy Earth sci-fi film Blitz loves? Or mayb-hmm?" Stollas paused midstride towards his closet as an unmistakable static feeling swept across his body that only came from-

"A summoning? Oh how quaint! It's been ages since a mortal has asked for me in the mortal world! Well, I'm sure I have plenty of time to pop in and out before Blitzo gets here." Stolass said cheerfully. Clapping his hands, he transformed into his official regalia and, with another clap, disappeared in an eruption of smoke and wind. The grimoire's pages ruffled in the wind and, with it, some thick dust at the bottom of the page was lifted.  In bright red text and all caps, it read:

WARNING: ElEPHAS VYAGHRAS IS EXTREMELY POTENT IN POWERFUL DEMONS AND THEIR PARAMOORS. EFFECTS KICK IN INSTATNLY AND WILL TURN YOU INTO LITERAL  FIENDS WITH THE PHYSICAL SIZE, MIGHT, AND LIBIDO OF PRIMORDIAL DEMONS THAT WILL FUCK THE FIRST THING THEY SEE.

Far away from his personal quarters, the blissfully unaware Stolas dramatically appeared in the space he'd been summoned to in a swirling vortex of black and red energies and feathers. As the vortex cleared away, Stollas spread his arms far apart, his form shadowed as he said in a booming and terrible voice: "WHO DARES TO SUMMON ME, STOLAS, GOETIA OF ASTRONOMY, PRECIOUS STONES, AND HERBOLOGY?" 

A fearful, high pitched voice spoke from outside the vortex.  "H-h-hello Lord S-s-stollas. It's-s-s- um It's i, um Sev, um-".  The name had barely fallen from the trembling mortal's lips before the vortex disappeared and Stolas stepped forward into the light, a megawatt smile blooming onto his face.  

"SEVIE!" Stolas said and he lifted the tiny mortal off the ground and squeezed their face like one might do with a small dog in excitement. Which wouldn't be far off in Sev's case as all of Hell basically thought and treated him like an adorable pet. The college freshman was FAMOUS in hell as he'd made history as the first mortal soul, by accident of his wording in a deal with Belphegor, to sell their soul to all seven of the Deadly Sins and Lucifer and not just to one demon. 

Essentially it meant that once Sev died, his soul would belong to the rulers of Hell to share joint custody with, like dogs between divorced gay and lesbian couples. But while his soul was off the table, it didn't mean the mortal had nothing else he could bargain with. 

"Hi Lord S-Stollas." Sev mumbled. 

"It's been ages little one! Tell me," Stolas asked, dropping Sev onto the ground so the taller demon could sit on Sev's bed. "Which of the seven has your contract now? Last I heard you were helping Satan with his anger management lessons." Unconsciously, Stolas tugged at his collar, feeling a little warm. 

The poor mortal's dormitory must not have working AC again. Stollas absently thought. 

Sev nervously licked his lips and nodded. "Um yeah I was with Lord Satan for a bit but now um Lord M-M-Mammon has my contract. And he's...a lot." The mortal flushed fire engine red at that and Stolas perked up, immediately sensing some delicious hot gossip. Before he could dig into that however, Sev continued. "But that's kinda why I summoned you. See, worshipping Mammon is causing me to get behind in school and I have a major astronomy final due tomorrow. And I haven't been able to study for it at all so I...I..." Stolas leaned forward as Sev closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. 

Then, in a rush, Sev  shouted: "IWANTEDTOTRADEYOUMYVIRGINITYINEXCHANGEFORGETTINGALLTHEASTRONOMYANSWERSINMYBRAIN!" 

There was a beat of silence as Stolas stared at the mortal, eyes wide. Sev's bright red face grew even redder as he opened his eyes and saw the demon lord's face morph into compassionate awkwardness and regret. "Oh little mortal, I would've gladly done this for you ages ago. I truly love having my way with a willing virgin! But you see, my paramour is a violently jealous assassin and it wouldn't do to do this without hi-NGH!" 

Abruptly Stolas jerked upright, his hands flying to his stomach as he looked down in confusion. It suddenly felt like he'd eaten a whole back of peppers as a blazing bonfire burst to life within his core. A ragged "OH MY!" tore from Stolas' throat as the wildfire blazed into a raging inferno before rocketing downwards, landing right within his privates. 

Stolas legs clenched together, full body shudders wracking the confused demon lord's body as the towering Goetia felt a rhythmic pulsing begin within his cloaca, releasing jolts of electric bliss and pleasure throughout him like he had the world's best vibrator inside him. "Oh my-what in the-OH FUCK! OH, WOWWW!" Stolas fell back onto the mortal's bed, writhing and trembling, bright splotches on his cheeks as waves of carnal pleasure and bliss surged within him. 

"L-LORD STOLLAS!" Sev cried out, but the rest of his panicked questions were drowned out by the monsoon of carnal erotic ecstasy and licentious arousal that roared through Stolas, stealing his senses from him in its wake. Stolas' hands clawed through the bedding into the mattress, anchoring him as he began viciously punching the air like when he pegged Blitzo. Every nerve ending and pleasure center within him blazed to life like the lights in the Pride ring as the ancient shroom's powerful properties sank their claws within the demon, amplified hundredfold by the deep reservoirs of his Goetic magic.  

The energy and pleasure pooled within Stolas' groin, a deep tension and pressure rapidly mounting as the chaotic sexual magics fought to find an escape until finally, just when Stollas felt he was so horned up he was about to explode, the crescendoing energy finally found a vent.  

"OHH FUCCCKK!" Stolas cried out, neck and back arching at an inhuman angle as he thrust his clothed sex towards the ceiling and the flat space between his legs ballooned as the magic warped and molded Stolas' sex in an instant into a beer can thick and short cock, with a pair of modest balls to match. 

But then they kept growing. 

Stolas writhed, moans loud enough to wake the dead pouring from his parted lips, as with each frantic pump of his hips his new prick and balls surged in size,  fattening and filling up all the remaining space between his breeches until they became too much for the fabric to contain. Sev cried out, landing onto his ass as Stolas' hard cock erupted out of the front of his pants, blasting the poor mortal's face with scraps. 

Freed now, Stolas' elephantine rod punched into the air even harsher now and the shroom's magic that had accumulated in the demon's now coconut sized ballsack were released into Stolas' body alongside drums of testosterone. Overpowering strength roared into Stollas' chicken legs, pumping up his calves and thighs with tons of sinewy bulk. His breeches ballooned and bulged obscenely, the fabric becoming practically see through before bursting apart in a flurry of scraps, releasing to Sev's view powder-keg sized calves and sequoias for thighs that could easily crush his entire body with ease.  The sound of squealing leather yanked Sev's gaze to Stollas' boots as they bulged monstrously before blasting apart as the goetia's talons erupted out of them several times their normal size, each one large enough now to be  able to cover Sev's entire chest with ease. 

Having such goliath talons soon became necessary as the rest of Stollas' body exploded outwards and upwards in a tsunami wave of sinewy muscle. The back of Stolas' breeches were decimated by his ballooning ass, each glute swelling into a brawny couch cushion that rippled and flexed in time with Stollas' aggressive air-rutting. The demon's trim stomach ballooned with rock hard musculature, rending the bottom of his tightening shirt to reveal cobblestone abs that would've made Satan himself jealous of their girth and depth. 

Refusing to be outshone by his new tenpack brick abs, Stolas' pancake flat chest volcanically erupted out of the remains of his shirt with the force of twin detonating airbags, sending more confetti everywhere. "Ohh fuck yes! THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT!" Stolas grunted, his hands immediately flying to his ballooning chest so that his thickening fingers could play with his thickening, sensitive nipples. The fluff of his chest feathers spread out and thickened to fill the deepening canyon divide between his pectorals as they swelled into twin square mountains that projected a good three feet from the rest of his body. 

As Stolas played with his nipples, his fingers thickened into sausagesque digits while his formerly-loose sleeves became skin tight against the surging wave of brawn filling them to the brim until they could no longer contain the monstrous logs within. Stolas groaned, his voice dropping several octaves as his neck ballooned into a trunk fit for a steroided bullvine as his monstrous biceps and forearms blasted out of his sleeves, thick veins spiderwebbing from the back of his mammoth hands up to the pumpkins his deltoids had become. 

Sev's bed protested loudly as Stolas' shoulders and backside catapulted sideways, his shoulders transforming into a sinewy mountain range that capped the twin tectonic plates of his back, the mariana trench of his spinal indent cleanly dividing them. This proved too much for the poor furniture and with a terrifying crash and spray of dust, it collapsed to the ground. 

"L-Lord Stollas?" Sev stammered out, frozen to the spot. He shivered at the rumbling groans reverberating from the mess before him. Sev then fully flinched, gasping as the demon lord rose up from the wreckage, head tilting back with a whimper as he saw that Stolas' head now brushed against the ceiling and he could no longer see the wall behind the mountain of feathery muscle before him. 

Harsh, ragged blasts of air filled the room as answer from the transformed demon. Sev suddenly felt that he was a mouse who'd wandered into the den of a lion. A starving lion at that, desperate and furious for its next meal. 

Sev gulped. "L-Lord Stolas, are you- what happened- what can I do to help-AH!" Sev's words abruptly cut off as, faster than he could react, he found himself pinned flat back to the ground, a mammoth talon pressing hard against his chest. Dazed, frightened, and embarrassingly hard as a rock within his jeans, Sev looked up, the breath leaving his body as the normally prim Goetia shamelessly stroked his monstrous cock right above him, the demon having to crane his neck hard past his goliath chest to gaze at Sev with such wild, ferocious hunger within his four eyes that it left Sev's mind spinning. 

"Oh you can help me all right little mortal." And oh, Sev couldn't stop the gasp that escaped him, nor the jerk of his hips from his twitching cock anymore than he could've stopped breathing as Stolas' new voice swept through the room. It was now a richly resonant , low rumbling bass that reverberated down to Sev's bones, dripping with authority and demanding his attention. 

"Here's what's going to happen now, my little Sevie." Stolas snapped his fingers and Sev found himself bare below the waist. Before he could react, Sev moaned loudly, unable to stop himself as he felt Stolas' magic enter his hole. It felt like magical, warm, lubed up ephemeral hands were stretching and lubing him up from the inside! 

Continuing as if the mortal's whorishly loud moans were mere background noise, Stolas said: "I'm gonna grant your wish. And you're going to use your cute little mouth of yours on whatever part of me you can get too while I use your tight, little virginal cunt to get me off however I want, however long I want, and in whatever way I want until I get bored or you pass out. Whichever comes first." 

Replacing his talon with one mighty hand that comically dwarfed Sev's thin chest, Stolas commanded the spectral hands to leave the mortal's now hole to hike his legs high off the ground, presenting his thoroughly stretched and prepared donut to the horny demon. 

And then, with only the rumbled warning of "Deep breathe, little one." Stolas aligned himself and sheathed himself fully within the nerdy virgin until the nest of pubic hair was flush against Sev's pert ass. 

Sevsh' whorishly loud moans were immediately drowned out as his face was pressed into the divide of Stolas' mammoth chest, the demon lord having wrapped his mighty arms around Sev and bringing him flush against him as Stollas stood up to his full height and used him like one of Asmodeous' fuck toys. Stolas grunted and groaned, snorting like a charging rhino as Sev's insides wonderfully clamped down against his cock. The unmistakeable sound of wet slapping filled the dorm room and Stolas' filthy dirty talk could be heard through the walls, making all the nearby fucking humans halt in their own rutting, their jaws dropping in shock and eyes widening in mystified horror and slight arousal at the obscenities pouring out from the universities resident virgin. 

Stolas' none stop rutting into Sev went on for what felt like hours, the giant avian keeping his plunging tool within the human at all times while he manhandled his pleasure drunk body from position to position to position until Sev was a blabbering mess, his shirt drenched in the remains of multiple screaming orgasms rung out of him by the demon. 

Just as Sev's cock was shooting out dust, Stolas' ginormous balls churned and flexed hard, his member rammed one final time against Sev's prostate and as he clamped down for all his worth, Stolas threw his head back and roared as he detonated within the mortal.  Sev's eyes crossed and rolled back into their sockets, his body trembling from the intense heat flooding into him as not even jets but a pure stream of Goetian demon seed poured into him, causing his lithe stomach to balloon outwards majorly to contain it all. 

 After several minutes of this, Stolas felt his nuts had emptied themselves sufficiently enough and the fog of lust dissipated slightly from his mind. Looking down at the mortal, he huffed in amusement as he saw the limp human hanging from his member, eyes unfocused and drunkenly babbling away. Pulling out, Stolas chuckled as a torrent of demon seed gushed out of him to form a sticky puddle beneath Stolas' mammoth feet. 

"Look at that you've got my beautiful feet sticky all before I'm supposed to meet my beloved Blitzie pooh. I'll have to have you clean them up while Blitzo's using your well lubed hole to get off." Stolas rumbled out, chuckling as he rubbed a large finger against Sev's well-bred donut. The human drunkenly mumbled something out in confusion but the Goetia grinned as if he understood. "Well of course you're coming with me, silly." Stolas said. He then shamelessly threw the mortal over his shoulders and snapped his fingers, summoning a portal. He then plunged a finger into Sev's hole, leisurely playing with the mortal as Stoalas’ cock, still hard, throbbed hungrily. The demon lord strode towards the portal, not even looking at Sev as he flexed his other arm, groaning at the sheer majestic size of it. 

  "I need an apology gift for being late to our anniversary. And nothing say's I'm sorry like spitroasting a virgin human together. Especially if this is what my potion did to me, it must've done numbers on my freaky Blitzo!"

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On the night of his and Blitzo's anniversary, Stolas gets summoned to help out a famous mortal in hell with their schoolwork in exchange for their virginity. But the side effects of the love potion the Goetia had taken moments before kick in earlier than he expected- and with explosive and horny results. This fun commission was made by https://x.com/SevSaysSup over on Twitter who wanted their OC, Sev encountering Stolas after he becomes a horny, macro musclegod! Twitter DMS are still open for commissions!

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The hill I will die on.

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Bane from Young Justice and Justice League: Doom

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Writing Tips

Punctuating Dialogue

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➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

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Saltwater and Stubble

Preston was at his prime. He had just graduated from the Naval Academy at the top of his class, and he meant business. He was committed to a five year stint of active duty and he was excited for it, it’s what he’d signed up for after all. He donned his uniform for the first time since graduating and reported to the docks. He was met with a sea of fresh faces, all recruits his age. Some looked energized as he was and some looked like the life had been stolen from their eyes. He couldn’t care less. This was his moment, the time to put his education, his effort, his dedication to work. He looked into the distance at the massive ships lying in wait for them, for him. He felt alive.

The line of men slowly moved forward as new ensigns and seamen moved through and were given their assignment. He was getting antsy in line, the anticipation was getting to him. He could see the sweat stains beginning to show on the backs of the guys in front of him, and the air began to grow ripe with the stench of sweat. The sun was beating down on him for what felt like hours when he was finally called inside. He felt the sweat running down his back, but was eager to present himself at his best. With perfect posture he approached the desk.

“Name?”

“Preston Davis,” he responded sharply. A few moments of silence passed. He could see the clerk flipping through pages and pages of names, and he wondered why they hadn’t gone digital yet.

“Preston Davis, Ensign. You are assigned to the USS Nitze for a deployment of 8 months, effective immediately. Proceed to dock 7 for further instruction,” the clerk said in a familiarly monotone voice.

Preston nodded and departed out a new set of doors, and with that his new life was about to begin.

He boarded the ship with a few others with little ceremony. The other new seamen looked similar enough to him, young and in various levels of shape. They lined up on deck, the harsh sun beating down on them once again. After several minutes of sweating, a door opened and an absolutely massive man stepped out, ducking his head under the bulkhead. He walked towards the group, overshadowing them entirely. He was in full uniform but Preston could see it was holding on for dear life. The officer was built like no one he’d ever seen before, with bulging muscles clearly visible pressing out against his shirt and pants. As he stepped up in front of Preston he could see that his arms were covered in thick black hair, extending onto his hands too. The same black hairs were also curling up over his shirt collar, and from there a dark five o’clock shadow coated his neck and face, despite it only being eleven in the morning. He absolutely oozed masculinity, and even Preston felt intimidated after years of training in school. The officer finally spoke, his deep booming voice shaking the group’s bones.

“Alright you lot, welcome to the USS Nitze. This destroyer will be your home for the next eight months, so you’d better get to know her well. My name is Captain Driscoll, I am in charge of this ship. I hope you all are prepared to work and become a part of the Navy, because we’ll grind you down and rebuild you here.”

With that, he turned around and disappeared inside. Preston thought that last sentence was a little ominous, but if he could handle the academy he could handle anything here. From the same bulkhead, four new men appeared, and they were all just as jacked as the captain. Preston noticed that they too all had thick hair covering their arms, along with the same shadow on their faces. Two were adorned with thick mustaches, and one a short well trimmed beard. They barked at the group and divided them up by rank. One by one they took the newbies away, leaving just Preston and one of the men. He sized Preston up before speaking directly to him.

“You, what’s your name?” He had the same deep voice as the captain.

“Officer Davis, sir” Preston replied with gusto. 

“I’m Lieutenant Ridgelock, you’ll report to me from now on. I’ll have one of the officers in my command show you the layout here. We leave port at 0800 tomorrow, you’ll need to be ready for service then,” he said sternly.

“Yessir!”

The rest of the day was a blur. Ridgelock took Preston below deck and introduced him to another officer before vanishing. For some reason that officer also looked like he never left the gym, and his arms were covered in thick blonde hair. Preston couldn’t help but notice the pattern here, why was everyone on this boat built like a bodybuilder? He didn’t have time to wonder, as the other officer led him through a flurry of information while simultaneously getting Preston acquainted with the ship’s layout and schedule. He thought he’d been prepared for active duty but this was so much more than he’d expected. By lights out that night he collapsed into his bed, fully exhausted and slightly dreading the alarm in the morning.

He’d barely closed his eyes when the alarm sounded, his body on edge shooting up instantly. He had to get ready, fed, and start his duties before the ship started moving. Preston lugged his body out of his bed and towards the shower. Upon entering his jaw dropped. Yet again, every man in sight was a beefcake. Under every showerhead stood a man at least six foot, with enormous frames of muscle. Preston was shocked the drains weren’t clogged, as every single one was also a complete furball from head to toe. He didn’t even know you could have hair in some of those spots. He took a quick breath. They were just the same as him, in service on this ship. He hopped in under a vacant showerhead, trying not to look at the hulking men surrounding him too much. 

Preston’s first day on duty was marked by feigned confidence and slight delirium. He had so much to do at every moment and couldn’t lose focus, despite his lack of sleep. He should’ve been used to that, at least in theory, from his time in the academy. But this was real, he had to be on his A game. At a certain point the sight of extremely built men stopped surprising him. It must just be some workout routine they do on this ship, Preston thought, although the sight of muscled bodies stuffed into tight uniforms never got old. Initially it felt odd commanding these giants around but ranks are ranks, and he had his duties to fulfill. By the time lights out rolled around he didn’t even bother to completely change and prepare for bed, he just collapsed into his pillow, his body feeling a little more sore than usual.

Day after day passed, with Preston gradually getting used to his new position. The long hours and intense work kept him busy every waking moment, and just distracted enough to not spend too long in the mirror. He didn’t notice how his jawline began to square, or how his shoulders were just a little broader than they were the day before. He was too busy shouting orders to seamen to realize that his voice had dropped an octave, or that his uniform pulled just a little bit tighter. While he was showering one day he looked up and found himself at eye level with the other officers who’d once been towering giants to him. But there was no time to consider that, he had to be in position by 0700. 

Over time his already fit body truly began to fill out. The workouts added up. His shoulders broadened, traps and lats flaring up to give him a defined triangle shape. His stomach tightened as his abs grew larger. His chest, which had been fairly defined before, really took shape as his pecs pushed out into pillows of thick muscle. Every night Preston laid down on his bed with an aching soreness pervading his growing body. His legs grew longer and thicker by the day, his biceps inflated from their modest size, even his ass began to plump up from its flat state. The other officers, who had initially treated Preston coldly, slowly warmed up to him. They would welcome him in the mornings, slapping him on his newly muscled back and squeezing his deltoids that had popped up nearly overnight. The next week had his biceps, triceps, and forearms swelling, veins criss-crossing them as muscle emerged day by day. His back continued to widen, lats uncontained, traps exploding with size. Definition came to his legs as his quads took a whole week to develop, stretching his pant legs as they grew outwards. His hamstrings and calves grew in proportion as his feet slowly pressed against his regulation shoes. His uniform slowly grew tighter and tighter, letting him fit in with the crew filling the ship. Two months into his deployment, Preston finally looked at himself in the mirror again. He felt confident, he was an officer on this ship, he had authority, and he looked like it.

Despite that, Preston was on edge the whole day. They’d been told last minute of a change in location, requiring some overnight maneuvers through extremely treacherous seas. He spent the day going through protocol to make sure the ship, and its crew, were ready. Tying everything down and briefing seamen for some possible conditions on the other side took up the bulk of the daylight hours, and by sunset the surf had begun to pick up. He could feel the salt in the air as winds shifted and the vessel began speeding up. A strong gust nearly stole his hat, and with that Preston decided to head back below deck. As he took care of some more administrative duties he could feel the ship breaking through waves that slowly grew larger, and the occasional howl of wind from someone opening a door up top. Hours later he finally crawled into bed, the regular swaying of the ship rocking him into a deep slumber.

Preston’s eyes shot open to the sound of shouting. He could hear the sound of boots sprinting down the corridor, booming voices echoing off the metal walls. Stumbling out of bed, he threw on some clothes and was out the door in seconds. He followed the men running towards the stairs up to the deck, realizing what the problem was as their thunderous footsteps turned into splashes. Water was pouring in waves down from the bulkhead up top, wind howling through the opening, drowning out the shouts. The ship lurched as it hit a large wave, water cresting over the deck. Preston tried to make out what they were yelling up in front of him, but it was just too loud between the water, the wind, and every other seaman yelling to one another. He pushed past them and started climbing the stairs, gripping the handrail tightly as he scaled the slick steps. Just as he reached the top another massive wave slammed into the ship, sending a wall of water over the side and through the bulkhead directly at him. He was instantly soaked, the ice cold seawater chilling him to the bone. A foot of water sloshed around the deck, rapidly pouring inside and over Preston’s boots, submerging them in the frigid brine. His attention was snapped back to the present by a man outside screaming at him to get back from the door before he slammed it shut.

Unsure of what to make of the whole incident, Preston and the other men who’d gathered began to make their way back to their quarters, his soaked boots squelching against the floor. As soon as he returned to his quarters he stripped them off, seawater pouring out. The ice cold water combined with taking his clothes off left him shivering as he tried to reorder his space and clean up some of the pools of water left over. What a horrible few minutes that’d been, he thought as he hopped back into his bed, still slightly damp. Preston drifted back to sleep, exhaustion enough to overcome the dingy smell of sweat and seawater filling his room.

The alarm sounded much sooner than Preston had hoped for. After what had felt like five minutes of sleep, he forced himself out of bed to get ready for what would surely be a long day. His nose shriveled, the stench of the ocean seemingly having gotten worse overnight. The salty, fishy aroma was much stronger than if he was just out on deck. He’d have to deep clean his quarters later. With a deep breath he centered himself before heading to the showers. Preston grabbed the soap, eager to scrub the smell off him. He lathered his muscular upper body, struggling to reach most of his back with his bulky arms. Next up was his stomach, then ass, and then he bent over to get his legs. That was when he froze.

His feet were absolutely covered in thick, dark hairs. A large patch across the tops of both, with small tufts on each toe. Preston stared for a moment before trying to splash water in his eyes. Surely he was just delirious from the night before. But no, the hair remained. His already massive feet looked ridiculous with this much hair on them, and they’d been smooth the day before! He could hardly believe what he was seeing, feeling the coarse hairs and making sure nobody saw him doing so. The hot water cascaded over his back as he stood there hunched over, unsure of what to do. Can you shave your feet? He asked himself. Before he could continue that train of thought, he was interrupted by an itch on his ankle. 

Just above where the fur on his feet stopped, a new dark hair popped out of his skin. It pressed out, curling as it lengthened. It was quickly joined by another, and then more and more hairs followed, pushing out of his ankle, slowly moving up his calf. Preston was dumbfounded, staring with mouth agape as a forest emerged on his leg. The same itch appeared on his other leg moments later, and he visually confirmed that the same dark hairs were cropping up all over his lower legs. He was horrified; what kind of cruel joke was this? At least, that’s what his head was thinking. His body had a different reaction, with his formerly flaccid cock nearing full mast in response. Preston quickly glanced around to make sure no one could see him sporting a full erection, but the sensation of the hairs beginning to pop up across his thighs had him leaking precum in moments. The mat of hair grew denser as he watched, his defined quads disappearing in seconds beneath thick dark hairs that wove together. To his own horror, he was unable to keep himself from it any longer. He grabbed his stiff cock and began to stroke it, his other hand rubbing through the thickening pelt on his legs. In seconds he was overcome by the sensation, a moan escaping his lips as for a brief moment he could feel each individual shaft of hair breaking through his skin, bursting forth and tangling into the others in his developing masculine pelt. An instant later he was coating the wall in a massive load, waves of pleasure echoing through him.

As the high quickly wore off, the horror of his situation returned. Preston was disgusted with himself, with his body for betraying him like this. He looked down at his hairy legs with disdain, the thick fur plastered against his skin. At that moment he realized with a panic that he’d been in the shower for far too long, and quickly shut off the water. Dealing with his legs would have to wait, he was late for his duties. Luckily, he thought, his uniform hid the damage, and he could focus on his job for the remainder of the day.

The storm had long passed, and the day was sweltering outside. Preston was out on deck for most of it, ordering various seamen around and monitoring them. His white shirt was stained with sweat early on, clinging to his wide back as a translucent covering only. With how much multitasking he was handling, Preston nearly forgot about the incident that morning. His body, however, did not. Underneath his shirt, his massive pecs began to itch just a bit, unnoticed by the working man. In the center of his chest a few sparse hairs began to push out. They were softer, wispier than the hair on his legs, but still dark enough to stand out against his formerly smooth skin. The hairs grew in number, amassing in the valley between muscles before spreading over the globes. They grew upwards, spreading out along his collarbone, before shooting down over his chiseled abs, growing darker as they neared his waistband. His toned, muscular body was only accentuated by the more gentle dusting of hair, and the sensation of the strands rubbing against his tight shirt was subconsciously driving him wild.

After a brutally long day, Preston retired back to his quarters. He kicked off his boots that still stunk of seawater and flopped back onto his bed, sweat-soaked shirt cold against his back. The stench of salt and sweat still hung in the air of his cabin, a thick musky aroma that he couldn’t escape, and it continued emanating from his boots. The sea hadn’t had its last laugh yet though, and as the man laid there, the forest of hair that had climbed his legs that morning slowly began to resume its conquest. The dark tendrils of hair spread from his thighs to his groin, closing in on his small trimmed bush. Like a spark finding its tinder the growth ignited his bush, dark hair exploding outwards from the base of his cock. The hairs grew thicker, curlier, and denser than before, weaving together into an impenetrable jungle of sweaty, musky fur. Follicles pumped out hairs in overdrive, spreading farther out over his groin, burying any skin beneath an inch of coarse hair. The growth pushed upwards, over his waistband as his bush continued to flourish, wiry hairs extruding outwards longer and longer. While one front of hair was surging up towards his navel, another worked down south. His pubes wrapped around his cock, climbing slightly up the shaft before moving down to his balls. The sack was quickly buried beneath a forest as thick hairs pushed out and coated them thoroughly. 

Preston could feel his cock beginning to tent against his pants as the hairs spread, a strong itch beginning to join them. An itch which immediately brought his mind back to the shower, and the hair. In a panic, Preston quickly undid the buttons on his damp white shirt, pulling open the front to reveal the light layer of hair that had grown in earlier. He stared at his fuzzy pecs before looking further down at the enormous tuft of hair that was pushing up over his underwear waistband. His jaw dropped once again; his manicured bush had wildly overgrown, and as he stared at it he could see more hairs popping out of his stomach. The thin trail of hair that led from his groin to his chest was thickening, growing darker as more and more hairs pushed out. The hairs grew outwards, widening the trail until it claimed his entire stomach, abs vanishing beneath an increasingly dense rug. The center stood out as the thickest, a dark line of curly hairs tangling together as they grew up to his chest. 

His cock throbbed in his pants as he watched the patch of hair on his chest erupt into a thick mat, hairs spiraling out around his nipples. What were once light fluffy hairs darkened and thickened, changed by the sea and his own testosterone into coarse, wiry strands that grew and grew without sign of stopping. The valley between his pecs vanished from sight as a jungle filled it, hairs tangling together as they pushed out inch after inch. Swirls of hair emerged across his pecs before those patterns were lost to the jungle as well, the rug puffing out further and further from his skin. The hair continued to pioneer new frontiers as they sprouted across his collarbone and higher, inching towards his shoulders. Preston cautiously rubbed his hand through the fur on his chest, sending an involuntary moan echoing in his room as his cock created a stain through his underwear and pants. 

Preston’s nose shriveled as an even harsher scent began to fill the room. The aroma of thick BO, sweat, and salty brine was noxious, and yet had his cock harder than he’d even remembered it being. Lowering his nose towards his pit, he knew he’d found the cause. He stripped off his shirt and raised his arm up, exposing the damp recess of his musclebound armpit. The rug on his chest was spreading towards it, lone hairs cropping up as it neared the sparse cluster of hairs that had always been there. The sweat covered skin itched as a single hair shot out, thick and wiry. Another followed, and then another. As Preston watched, his pit blossomed with hundreds of hairs, dark and curly they tangled together into a solid mass, one that would forever stick out even when his arms were at his side. 

The growing hairs trapped more and more sweat and stench in his pits as the tuft grew ever denser, the thick hairs plastered to his skin as they crawled outwards from his pit, finally connecting to the coat across his chest. He could feel the itching in his other pit as well, with the same explosive growth taking place. The hairs were not satisfied with that, however, and continued popping up across his shoulders, thickening the coat that had started to grow there. His arms were not spared either, as his bulky biceps and triceps tingled as hairs cropped up across them, spreading down from his shoulders to his muscled forearms, where an incredibly thick forest rapidly sprouted. A smooth gradient of hair took shape from heavy at his elbows to near carpetlike at his wrists, with dark hairs pushing out across the backs of his hands too. His fingers grew slightly thicker as hairs pushed out of the backs of them. Preston hardly noticed this as both hands were buried in his pits, fingers stroking through the coarse hair that now filled them. The part of his mind that had been disgusted that morning was getting quieter and quieter as he relished in the growth taking over his body.

As the coating of hair across Preston’s shoulders and arms thickened, the growth began to spread down across his back. A slight itch heralded the coming tide of fur, with brown hairs breaking through the skin in waves. Lone hairs quickly became small patches which knit into larger swathes of hair as the fur surged down his spine. Thick hairs erupted continuously across the wide expanse of his massive lats before wrapping around his sides to connect back to his chest hair. Even his neck was getting covered with hair as the growth radiated out. Preston was quickly becoming encased in a dense coating of hair, any space of bare skin vanishing beneath the testosterone fueled jungle that had him teetering on pure ecstasy. 

As his back was completely devoured by the growing fur, his perky ass was getting fuzzy. His round cheeks pushed out a uniform layer of thick hair, only to fill in even denser moments later as new follicles came online, pushing out thicker, darker hairs between the old ones. His asshole itched strongly as the thickest, darkest hairs yet erupted from the sensitive skin around his hole. His crack was suddenly filled with its own forest of dark hair, pushing his cheeks apart as more and more fur sprouted. Preston couldn’t help but to reach a hand back there, pushing through the dense jungle until he found his hairy hole. A glob of precum erupted from his cock as he pushed a finger inside, testing the waters before three more went in. 

Preston had lost himself to the pleasure of his second puberty. One hand braving the jungle around his hole and the other combing through the bush surrounding his leaking cock. The stench of the ocean only grew stronger as his body produced more sweat, the sea claiming it as its own. He finally grabbed his cock, finding it thicker than he remembered, feeling the prickly hairs along the shaft. A moan escaped his mouth as he began to stroke it, precum pouring down over his hand. 

Meanwhile, his chest hair had begun to spread upwards, coating his neck a thick stubble as hairs emerged across his jaw. Preston’s breathing grew heavier as he jerked off, the stubble spreading across his face. The thin fuzz on his upper lip quickly darkened as thick mature hairs pushed out. His cheeks were covered in a dark shadow as hairs filled in, climbing up to just under his eyes as his sideburns connected up with his crew cut hair. His hand picked up the pace, stroking faster and faster as his cock slowly grew longer and thicker. The stubble pressed out, a thick coat of hair lengthening as his follicles endeavored to hide his babyface for good. Preston continued stroking his cock, precum lubricating it as more hairs poked out of the shaft. His upper lip was fully coated by a mustache as the rest of the hairs on his face continued growing, thickening and darkening into a truly masculine beard. 

His breathing grew more frantic, stroking motion speeding up as Preston’s body grew closer and closer to release. He could feel his already jacked body swelling as muscles grew larger, his cock following suit pushing out another inch and thickening even more. His beard continued to sprout, growing towards his chest as the seamless fur coat across his body lengthened in unison. He felt his balls contract as it was time, a rush of pleasure sweeping across his body as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering against the ceiling of his room. Another pulse had more cum shoot out, landing all over his newly hairy torso. Preston groaned loudly as one last blast of cum spewed from his cock, getting tangled in his new beard and coating part of his face and bed. 

Preston slowly stroked his cock as the last vestiges of his load dribbled out over his hand. He pulled his other out from his hole and felt the sticky mess he’d left in his chest hair. He was panting heavily as waves of pleasure echoed through his hirsute body, every follicle stimulating him as he wriggled on his bed. He gazed down at his new form in disbelief. He couldn’t understand what had happened that day, but the part of him that had been horrified was long gone.

He cleaned himself and his room up before heading to bed. The next morning he donned his uniform, white shirt contrasting with his dark body hair, and headed out to duty. Walking through the halls of the ship he passed by officers he’d remember being in awe of when first boarding the ship, but now they simply nodded their heads at him as they passed. Preston looked like them now, built like a tank and coated head to toe in a thick coat of hair. The ship and the sea had molded him like all the others aboard, and he couldn’t have been more satisfied with his deployment. 

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Be Careful What You Wish For

"God I wish I wasn't doing this shit anymore with this AI bullshit..."

Professor Lawrence was sick and tired of his job. He was sick and tired of the long hours. He was sick and tired of the failing students. He was sick and tired of the lousy pay. But most of all he was sick and tired of the AI.

It had only been a month into the new semester, early in October but he couldn't take it anymore.

He swore that ever since all these stupid chatbots, AI assistants and whatever else started coming out, it had made a job that was stressful but bearable just stressful. Now he couldn't even use his own passion for teaching as an excuse. After all, what the hell was the point of teaching if all his students could just put any test answer or essay question in a chatbot and then suddenly it would pop out an answer? He thought he was shaping the next generation but it felt more like trying to toss water out of a sinking ship.

It was one of those evenings, where the heat was unbearable and the day was stressful and every minor inconvenience that could have happened just did. Whether it was a shirt being caught on a doorknob or a trip in front of the entire lecture hall of students, mumble over his words or spill coffee on his laptop. Thankfully, after trying to boot it up for another hour, it finally loaded.

"Thank fuck, let's see what I missed..."

Lawrence wasn't sure he was going to miss much. After all, he had just given his students an assignment, a simple essay to talk about the transformation in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. It was an easy book especially for some college seniors and the essay itself was a laughable 3000 words minimum. He was sure that there was no way someone was going to use AI but of course, when the first few essays were submitted later that evening, he had the uneasy feeling it was used.

It...perhaps didn't help that shortly before the coffee spilled over his laptop...there was a reason for it. He was madly typing in his office, lecturing a student over email that just because they might find an essay hard, there was no way that it should allow them to use AI and he was going to fail them. But it devolved further and further into a rant about AI.

That's when all his frustration made him knock over some coffee he was drinking even when it was later into the evening and things went from bad to worse.

As soon as his laptop booted up again, he checked his emails. The student had replied.

Dear Professor,

Hey professor look i get what you're saying and all that but trust me AI is a tool just like spellcheck or google it's really not that bad. i think it's just a new way of students doing things and im sorry if it made you mad. but i really think you could benefit from it or give it a try please?

heres some ai stuff you might like.

from jacob

This prompt has been rewritten to be a lot more casual and calm compared to the original message!

Oh for fuck's sake.

He even left in the part from the AI bot where they talked about how much they had to rewrite his own goddamn email.

Ugh.

However, there was at least one genuine part of the email. There were attatchments, links at the bottom which pointed to different kinds of AI bots. Only one was in bold though.

AI RP. Get what you want.

The hell did that mean? AI RP? As in roleplay? He could maybe understand why someone would use an AI bot for writing an essay, but how would someone use it for roleplay? Still, curiosity caught the cat and Professor Lawrence clicked it, greeted to a bright white page with a shifting logo of a spiral and bold text which read:

Wish Bot.

There was more text at the bottom of the search bar

Create or play scenarios to live out your fantasies. Make a wish.

That's when Professor Lawrence had groaned and said those infamous words: "God I wish I wasn't doing this shit anymore with this AI bullshit..."

He just never noticed until a ping that his mic had been on. The text was perfectly transcribed as he blinked his eyes open and looked at the screen.

You wish for...a different life. Wish granted. Prompt generating...

You are...Professor Lawrence...You are 36 years old...You are a Professor of Creative Writing at Beaufort College,Massachusetts.

"The fuck?" Professor Lawrence blinked. How the hell did it know all this stuff? Was it just searching him up and getting all his information from the college website or something?

Your new life will be...

College Senior.

"Uh as if," Professor Lawrence scoffed. There was no way, even with some written passage about what his life would be that he'd be-

Your cock will grow to eight inches.

"What the he- OHHHHHHHFFGHHHH!"

There was a sudden wet slurping coming from Professor Lawrence's cock as he suddenly felt it churning. As if it was made of clay with invisible hands playing at it, the cock had suddenly began to start growing. He could feel two hands rubbing it, stretching it, making it grow slicker and bigger as it was wet with sweat and pre-cum as the cock continued to churn and grow. The changes were drifting down toward his balls where the same change was happening, his own balls growing heavier with a younger, more virile seed that his body hadn't felt in nearly a decade and a half at least as he leaned back.

"N-No"-" Professor Lawrence tried to reach out to the computer, to type something, to get rid of the window screen. But then he felt the next jolt of pleasure.

You remember...college girls and guys sucking your cock...

"W-Wait, guys? But I'm not gaaahhhohhhhffckk-"

But then he suddenly got memories of a young hot roommate reaching between his legs, spreading them apart and he could feel their hot warm mouth around his cock. As they continued to suck and grow, it was as if they were draining all of Lawrence's intellect and memories as he could feel more changes pushing their way through his body, making room in the space that his old memories and IQ once took place.

Your ass...is so well toned...

The reality shifted again as his ass started to grow in his own seat, making it inflate as he wondered just how good it might feel to have someone in his ass. N-No, he thought. He had girlfriends and he was...divorced, wasn't he? Divorced...at his age? He was only 21, about to turn 22 that year, and there was no way a guy that young could be married and divorced already, he thought. He swore the new thoughts were in a deeper voice that started to match the tone of his new moans as the AI continued to dictate the changes.

Your feet...are huge and musky...

And they were. Fuck, he had never been into feet before but the jock guys had such wide big feet and he coudln't get the thought of him worshipping the soles and taking the toes into his mouth or sniffing their sneakers out of his mind. All of it made him blush with embarrassment and arousal as the previously straight professor continued to feel himself getting hard and leaking over thoughts of being with guys.

Meanwhile, his own feet were getting more musky and manly. As the toes began to press against the tops of his scuffed loafers before suddenly-

A loud and long burst pierced the air as his toes from both feet finally pushed, and the shoes gave in to the pressure at once. His soles continued to thicken and grow, lengthening and pushing out as there was a sensitivity to them. He could imagine his feet getting sweaty from all the sports he was playing and time at the gym, just another host of new memories that were filling Lawrence's mind as his thicker ass finished rounding out and growing in his seat. Blonde hairs started to grow at the inflated cheeks whilst his own musky large and fair feet had finally broken off the rest of the shoes, the scraps turning into sandals.

Your muscles are just so big bro...

"F-Fuck oh fufgcvkk n-no moreeee-" Lawrence whined as he tried to fight his hands urge to take off his glasses. But the growing hands seized control as the glasses came off, and as they did, he swore his eyesight was already starting to look a lot less blurry as if his vision was being restored. But he grimaced and shut his eyes again as his hands managed to get back under his control. He kept ahold of the glasses, as if keeping some sort of artifact of his life would make him resist whatever these changes were.

The pleasure was almost mind breaking, the sensation of the flared head of his new cock being teased. It had genuineyl felt like an entirely new appendage with all the feelings of having never been touched before, the high sensitivity and the massive amount of cum that was churning in his heavy large balls. The more he resisted the urge to cum, the more his muscles began to grow.

Much like his body was a balloon of sorts, his mind became split between resisting the urge to cum so as not to gvie in and resisting the urge to cum to grow bigger. He could feel his biceps tense and inflate, thickening as the muscles split and repaired and split again creating a heat and stinging pain that mingled with the pleasure and almost like it was some sort of BDSM, the pain felt good.

Lawrence's arms had never been so muscular or strong in his life, as years of basketball practice and football started to spark in his mind over studying and years of lectures. As he forgot about his planned lecture for tomorrow's lesson, he remembered a basketball game with his bros yesterday and the locker room where he stripped to reveal his more muscular body.

All the while his mind was splitting like the fabric that was containing his newfound muscle, tearing apart at the sleeves as the buttons of his shirt were popping one by one. Each pop was accompanied by a moan and wave of pleasure, his voice growing almost louder and higher as his cock continued to throb and the flared tip of the head tingled and leaked more. He swore one brush against the opening would make him cum but he could barely move his hands, still barely able to hold onto his glasses even.

His pecs were next, beginning to inflate and grow so large that they almost felt like a pair of tits sprouting on his chest. Lawrence's new bisexuality, made him enjoy playing with them and his erect nipples all the same, moaning loudly and blushing at how wet he was getting. They may as well had been a pair of tits on his chest because from how high pitched his moaning had become and the wetness drooling from the cock between his legs, he felt almost as if the bot could somehow turn him into a woman.

But then from his very own touch, he could feel the pecs lose some of that mass, hardening and pulling more taut to his own chest as hairs that he couldn't grow before started to sprout. They still weren''t much and hard to see with how blonde they were but what could definitely be seen were his abs. No longer subject to a pot belly from years of takeout and lack of excercise, the fat sucked and schlorped in wetly before the mass was mostly converted to muscle. A hard set of abs formed out of the stomach and he could imagine how good it would feel to be such a slow off, such a slut and wear crop tops or flash his abs.

All that was left to change as his back stretched because...

You were 5'9...160 pounds...23% body fat

You are now 6'1...177 pounds...12% body fat

There was his face.

By then the hands were too large and too calloused, masculine, new to still be under his control and they tossed the glasses away.

As Lawrence felt himself give more into the pressure, the pleasure, as his beard started to sink away. His receding hairline inched forward until it looked better, more youthful for his face where wrinkles and eyebags no longer existed. He had the energy to party hard, do all nighters, play his sports, not fall victim to the visual indicators of years of stress.

But most of all his face wasn't just growing younger. It was getting different. His facial structure was rearranging as he could hear the bones shifting beneath the skin, feel his jaw click before it suddenly grew a lot more chiselled, even sharper without a beard. The skin itself had grown smooth, no longer subject to various scars, acne, blackheads or more. Instead his (mostly) healthy lifestyle and a surplus of good genes had left his skin looking smooth on the visage of a model. His lips grew more plump, perfect for the himbo that he was, a mouth of white teeth and cocky lines he was more than cute enough to get away with. Even if it cost him some of his IQ that was leaking out of his wet cock that was pooling all across the floor, it was just too much to give up.

His hair spiked blonde, toussled in a kind of haircut he hadn't had in years, not since...

"Ohhh- Oh fuck...Ohhh godssdh n-no not...there...oh my god...Oh. My. God. I'm gonna cum...oh fuck I'm gonna cum so much I- I can't ohhh fu-fuck feel so good please I'm gonna cum, wanna cum, I wanna cum so bad, oh my god I'm gonna-" His voice had become high pitched, whiney and perfect for the hot slut he was as the last of Professor Lawrence's intellect realised exactly what was happening. He wasn't just getting the body of a college senior. He was getting back to being a college senior, to his senior year, back in 2010, back before AI...so back before the chat doing this even existed, meaning...

He didn't know what it meant.

All he knew what to do.

What he wanted to do.

All he knew is.

He really.

Really.

Wanted.

To.

Cum.

Thick ribbons of cum shot out of Lawrence's wet throbbing cock spilling his seed, his intellect, his memories, his reality all over the floor for it to start fading away much like so many things around and a part of him. All he could do was let himself throb, lean back and continue to cum again and again and again each throb, each cum, each wave of orgasm and pleasure setting him back a year from 2025...a few more to 2020...then once to 20119...a big orgasm that seemed mingled together set back all the way to 2015 and on and on and on as he continued to feel like he was cumming out his brains.

Perhaps because that's exactly what he was doing.

When he tried to open his eyes, only one eye opened, half-lidded, twitching, cumming again and again as the pleasure pulsed through him and like a raucous wave within just washed everything away like a tidal wave coming to just consume anything in its wake. All he could do was let it consume and let it out as he shook so much in his chair from the spasms of pleasure it was no wonder he didn't fall out as his naked hot self continued to cum again and again and again...

Until he woke up.

"Mmm fuck dude, that was so fucking hot..." It was hard to be a guy into guys, even if it was 2010 as his new iPhone 4 said, October 11th to be exact. He licked his pretty lips, grunting and groaning as he tossed the Kleenex he shot in right into a dustbin to be emptied out later. He quickly opened his webcam, checking himself out to make sure he still looked okay and not too dishevelled. It was weird, Landon couldn't even remember much of his day, but then again it was 10 in the morning, so not like he woke up that much earlier. "Looking good as always."

Landon chuckled as he checked himself out in the webcam, unable to help but bounce his pecs a little as he relaxed and got up, somehow forgetting he missed 9AM lecture but remembering enough that he had a basketball game with some friends in an hour.

Eh it's not that it mattered much. After all, with little to no responsibilities, classes he could skip whenever, all access to the gym and a bunch of bros, who would wish for anything else?

Well, he guessed the professors would but that's exactly why he wasn't one.

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Sports Car - A TF Short

Carl frowned at the sight of his reflection in the mirror. His thin arms struggled to show any definition despite his efforts to flex. He had been going to the gym for months now, but it yielded no results. He even bought a loose tang top as encouragement to grow into, but it only made him sad that it looked just as loose as the day he bought it.

He held his head down as he left the locker room of his local gym and headed to the exit. Any time he looked up, he was met with the sight of massive guys with bulging muscles.

He left the building, debating whether he should ever go back. All this work, and all it's gotten him is more pain. The decision weighs heavy on his mind as he walks the maze-like parking lot. He unlocked the car and got in, completely missing the fact that it was not his car at all. He threw his bag in the bag seat, ignoring the shiny leather seats. His nose twitched as he got a whiff of the musky smell that permeated the car, but once again decided to ignore it. Pressing the start button, the car somehow started, despite the fact that he only had the keys to a completely different car. His eyes lit up as the futuristic display on his dash came to life, a stark contract to the set of broken manual displays on his car. Despite all this, Carl remained oblivious to the fact he was in another man's luxury sports car.

He pulled the seat belt over his scrawny body. As he locked in the seatbelt, the click echoed throughout his body. Suddenly his flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread, creating two solid mounds of muscle. His pecs continued to grow until his tang top wrapped tight against his skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Then his shoulders broadened, complementing his massive pecs and further tightening his tang top. It didn't take long for his biceps to grow, expanding until they were nearly the size of his head. Even his hands grew into thick man hands that matched his hulking biceps.

His spine started to grow longer until his head nearly reached the roof of his car. All the while the muscles on his back swelled until there was a landscape of defined muscles covering his entire back. Also, his waist slimmed down while a perfectly defined six pack formed on his stomach, giving him a top heavy body shape. Continuing downward, his flat ass started to inflate, growing with the perfect amount of muscle and fat to make his ass juicy and perky. And his unimpressive 5 inch dick also began to grow, snaking its way down his gym shorts. Every second it surges forward, finally stopping at 8 inches in length while soft and leaving a permanent bulge in his pants.

Aaron wouldn't dare skip leg day, as a result his thighs started to thicken, growing until they threatened to burst through his tiny gym shorts. His legs also grew longer, further adding to his newfound height and leaving him at a staggering 6"4. Unsurprisingly, his feet grew 8 sizes to reflect the hulking size of his body.

Finally his face started to change. His patchy stubble evened out into a well trimmed beard, perfectly showing off his much sharper jawline. His cheeks thinned out and his brow bone became more pronounced, making him look manlier. And his hair started to darken from a dirty blonde to dark brown, better matching his tanned skin.

As Aaron settled into his body, a few of his gym bros walked by. He decided to put on a show and bounce his pecs for them, something he often did for his boys. They all flexed in response, prompting a smile from Aaron. After all, how could he be sad after a good workout with the boys.

He revved his engine and sped out of the parking lot, showing off his over confidence with his loud sports car. He was rich and he was hot, life could not be better.

[theanimatedmalemgarchivist]

Break Out

"Psst! Hey! Hey, Red!"

I tossed my ginger curls out of my face, looking up at the fellow detainee across from me. ‘Red...’ such a dumb fuckin’ line, everyone drops it thinking they’re the cleverest person in the room. I have red hair, hardy har, so people call me Red, tee hee, give me a break.

He’s short, maybe a hair over 5’6”, but a fireplug of a man. Sure, darker blonde, but a fireplug. Even in his baggy clothes, I could tell that he was pretty beefy, like in a got a little too into juicing after high school kind of way.

“What’ll it be, Yellow…” I mumbled back.

He shoots me a weird look. I mime at my hair. He narrows his eyes and shakes away the confusion.

"Give me 50 pounds!"

I shot him an even weirder look than he gave me, and he just gestured back and forth to me and himself excitedly, with both of his wrists tied together with the thick, industry standard zip ties that the pigs always carry around by the dozen at protests.

“What?”

“Jss—Fuckin’ give me 50! I’ll get us outta here!”

“… Pounds.”

“Yeah, c’mon!”

I scoffed, “You can eat 50 lbs of shit.”

“Dude, just—ARGH, just say it, man! Trust me! You can spare it, you’re a big dude! Look, I promise I’ll get us out of here.”

He wasn’t wrong, I probably weighed the same as him. Sure, on a frame easily half a hoot taller than him, but I’ve paid my dues at the alter of vain size building. Anything to at least minimize the amount of ginger jokes I had to endure in school. Thanks a lot, South Park… Wait, 50 lbs of…?

“50 lbs of what then?”

“You, dude! Muscle, size! C’mon dude, we gotta be quick!”

Great, stuck in holding, again, with another horny tweaker, again. It’s like I’m a magnet for this type of shit.

“You want 50 lbs of muscle from me, huh? What, you’re gonna Superman your way outta here?”

“W—I mean, kinda,” he chuckled and shrugged as I rolled my eyes with a grin. I had to admit, Yellow was charming, in a dorky, too much adrenaline kind of way. “And ‘our’ way outta here, man!… C’mon, I’ll give it right back! Trust me, like, we were at the same protest, we’re already on the same team?”

I chuckled behind my grin, “Even you gotta admit that turned into a little more than a protest.”

He shrugged again behind a smirk, “No justice, no peace.”

I outwardly laughed this time. I scratched my knee with my wrists bound together, feeling my forearm graze against the slight chub I was forming. This guy’s clearly got a few screws loose but his charisma was undeniable. Was it because he was built to exactly my type? Whatever, may as well play along, we were likely going to be spending the next few hours together in holding.

He caught me studying him, and opened his palms upwards and raised his eyebrows in a game show host imitation.

I snorted, “Fine, Yellow. You can have 50 lbs of my muscle. Now, how a—!”

My breath caught in my throat and my jaw shot open as I sucked a whooping gasp, my fists clenching and my shoulders tensing up, my abs knotted up and my hips thrusted forward like I was yanked by lasso.

The moment the words left my mouth, I was instantly, fully, throbbingly rock hard. My dick was pulling like an iron rod towards him, making my sweats tent in a way I didn’t know the fabric was capable of handling. In my dizzy, star-spangled vision, I could see the same was true for Yellow. He was similarly tensed and flexed, but smiling widely and dumbly with droopy orgasmic eyes and seemed to be experiencing it much more relaxed way than I was.

He panted quietly, “Don’t worry, dude, it’s just the connection being made, you’re gonna love th—HOOOOOO!!”

It must have hit him the same moment it hit me—it felt like a massive, pillowy, slobbering set of lips smooched down onto my mushroom head, tightly forced itself down the length of my shaft, and began thirstily sucking me off! I continued with my shuddering gasps as he gritted his teeth and hissed with his eyes pinched shut, shushing me as he did, so as to… what? Not alert the pigs making calls and typing up reports? I felt like I was going zero to ten in seconds, on the very verge of busting!

Then as I was gonna bust, the wildest sensation imaginable hit me. It felt like thick, oozing, orgasmic energy like mound after mound of warm, lubricated meat was being sucked directly out of my shaft. I looked down at the throbbing tent in my sweats to get an eye of what was happening, but I would only see my mushroom head flaring over and over again, catching an eye of Yellow’s doing the same through the fabric of his pants.

As the energy shot out of my shaft towards him, I could feel what could only be described as levitating. It felt like my body was becoming lighter and lighter and lighter, with pulse after orgasmic pulse. I rolled my eyes back with lustful, dumb laughter, feeling like I could float away. With each pulse, I could feel my clothes breathing gusts of air out around my neck, arms, waist, and feet as they settled loosely on my smaller frame. As I felt my height shrink considerably, I looked down with a dumb giggle as I watched my cock throb, then thin, throb, then shorten, throb, throb, throb, then—

I pinched my eyes shut and yelped involuntarily as finally came. And came. Shit, and came some more! I swear to god I’d never had an orgasm last as long as it did. Plus, judging by the warm soupy feeling in my boxer briefs, I shot more than I think I ever had!

Then—and at this point I knew I had to be going insane—because then? Yellow was… changing.

He kept his breaths heavy but his volume low as I watched his entire body pulse, and pulse. With each consecutive pulse, his stature stretched taller, his frame stretch wider, and—

“Hhuurrrrrnnnnngg…” he arched his back with a gurgling, euphoric growl, clearly also involuntary, since he’d been such a nag about our volume, as he continued to pulse like a giant heart, only this time his muscles appeared to be joining in on the action. They swelled thicker and broader under his increasingly tightening clothes, the ones that were seconds ago basically hanging on him like a tent, making them audibly stretch and become deliciously tighter. I heard the leather of his boots creak and I watched as they appeared to inflate from within as his thighs and claves rounded with size. He gurgled again as his torso, chest, and abs widened and grew and his throat thickened, making each button down his henley pop, pop… pop pop pop down to reveal his chiseled cleavage.

He seemed to hurry now, his breath quickening, as he rushed his bound hands down to his buckle. As he did, his job was made more difficult by his expanding, bulging arms, each snaking with angry chords of veiny muscle, as he frantically undid his belt. He threw his too-tight zipper down, quickly dug in, and liberated his throbbing boyfriend cock. Ah, so he clearly knew what was coming—the sexy fucker could’ve at least warned me.

“MMMPFF, MMPF, MMMNuuhh…” he lightly moaned behind tight lips as I watched his dick bloom outwards and upwards, encouraged by his bucking hips, lifting higher and thicker into the air like a flower searching for sun, until he—! He gasped in a quick breath as he leaned over, making his bench groan under his new weight, as he erupted thick squirting volleys of cum onto the floor adjacent to us.

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat… Splat. I watched each load shoot out of him in disbelief. Both obviously at the quantity and also what had just been shared—or exchanged—between us in… Well shit, now that the haze from my orgasm was clearing, it couldn’t have been more than 10 seconds since those last words left my lips to now! Now we were both left in a panting fog, the room saturated with our stink, as he finally started to tuck away his fresh donkey dick.

He glanced over at the splatters on the floor he’d made, “Sorry about that,” he muttered, struggling to zip up his pants. “Didn’t want to… y’know, soak my shorts.” He nodded at my sweats—not overtly soaked themselves but threatening to start showing signs, if my overflowing briefs were any indication—and laughed a bit, wincing as he slowly forced his zipper up, doubtlessly strangling his now-sizable package.

I huffed out a laugh along with him, “What—..” I swallowed dryly, hearing the cracks in my voice. “What did you d—?”

“No time, we gotta bounce,” he grinned with a rich, cocky baritone.

He stood up. And up, and up, towering over his former stature. Yellow’s face pinched with effort as I watched his arms flex angrily.

“RRRNNnngg,” Yellow grunted with an animalistic huff. I swear I could hear his guns tightening like rope! With a sharp “NTCCHuuuh…” and an accompanying defeated *SNIP!* the industrial strength zip tie broke like it was made of cheap plastic. He looked down at where it’d landed and glanced back up at me with another cocky grin.

“Well shit,” I remarked with a chuckle, panting out the last of my exhaustion from my sudden transformation. He popped his firm pecs with that cocky grin as he kneeled towards me.

He sniffed as he leaned in, “Woof! You really made a mess didn’t you?” He grinned up at me, slipping a finger then two under my zip ties. I must’ve blushed a little at the comment, because he chuckled back up at me, “No sweat Red,” He tilted his head back to the creamy puddle on the floor. We both huffed a laugh.

My “cuffs” had loosened from the transformation quite a bit. Still not enough to slip out of, but enough for him to slip two of his thick fingers through. He grunted again and pulled until mine snapped too. He tossed mine to the floor with his and held out a hand to help me up from the bench. I accepted and he lifted me up, making me bounce on me feet a little once

I felt… Hell, I looked pretty sick actually! Had a little bit of the look I remember when I was going straight into undergrad! Minus the nubbier but wickedly more sensitive hog I was now sporting. Used to get laid constantly back then, at least way more than now. But now with gig jobs, keeping a steady gym schedule, taking care of my siblings for my deadbeat folks… Who’s got the time? But… fuck! Yellow had really worked his magic… on both of us!

“You just gonna stare?” He snapped me out of it, “Or should we get out of here?”

“Y-you lead, I guess,” holding up my sweats and briefs (being sure to clutch the briefs tightly so none of my spunk dribbled out, couldn’t handle more embarrassment) the with one hand.

He approached the door to our holding room, grateful that it was some cheap office door with a shitty lock, and quickly but forcefully pushed outwards with his boulder-like shoulders. He and I both huffed out a satisfied laugh as it gave with little of his effort, uttering only a small *crack* as the lock gave up its measly effort inside and swung open.

We hurried it to the end of the long corridor of other holding rooms until it T-intersected with another hallway, and we looked both ways. On one end of the connecting hallway, we could hear the click-clacking of keyboards, the cacophony of calls coming through too-old landlines, and the hubbub of the chatter coming from the station’s staff. On the other end, a fire exit door, with the trademark red illuminated EXIT sign over it with the machinery connected to the door that would set off the alarm once the door was opened.

He leaned in to whisper to me, “We’re gonna have to split up once that alarm goes off. You know Francisco’s?”

“The diner?” I replied back. Good old Francisco’s Diner, always there late at night when you need a ton of carbs after a night of binging. “Waaay too well, yeah I know it.”

“Let’s meet up there. 7 o’clock? Gives you about an hour to get more, uh, decent?” He chuckled back at me.

“Fuck you,” I laughed back, “Ain’t my fault I need to clean up.”

“HEY! What the hell you think you’re doing?!”

We both looked down the other end of the hall, where some fatass pig was moving towards us. Both of our hearts jumped.

“Remember, 7 o’clock, Francisco’s!” Yellow grabbed onto me and shoved me in the direction of the door. I stumbled forwards, making my way to the fire exit, looking back behind me to see Yellow give the pig a linebacker’s shove, forcing him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him, then turning to sprint the way I was going.

I pushed out of the fire exit door, momentarily blinded by the afternoon light and deafened by the accompanying ring of the alarm and bolting to the right, out of the parking lot. I only looked back once to see Yellow sprinting out of the building too, laughing out loud as he ran away from the three cops uselessly chasing after him, tripping over themselves. Thankfully with all of their attention on him, the last thing I saw before I turned the corner was him effortlessly hopping the stone fence on the other side of the parking lot.

I continued running—gliding honestly, the lighter size feeling totally abnormal but thrilling—block after block after block, until I made it to the courtyard of my building. What spunk hadn’t dried against my crotch had spilled out of my briefs and down the leg of my sweats creating a sticky, cool sensation. I checked the time on the ornate courtyard clock. 5:45. Still plenty of time to get cleaned up!

Cleaned up, plus a little exploration. Damn, I felt the same way looked: svelte and sexy as hell. My nubby cock was already greedily throbbing before I unlocked my apartment door.

———

The bell hanging above the door of Francisco’s Diner jingled as I walked in (a fashionable 20 minutes late—what the hell, I got, uhh, distracted). Of the things that would’ve fit me in my closet, I settled on a skate brand tank top I hadn’t worn since college and a pair of gym shorts, drawstring tied extra tight. All of it still hung off me, I must’ve looked emaciated.

“Ay, Red!” Yellow waved over at me from one of the booths along the window. He sported an undershirt and vest along with his own pair of gym shorts, except all of his looked way too tight, compared to my way too loose apparel. What a pair we made!

I slid into the booth, grinning and sighing, “Sorry I’m late, I—”

“Had to give it all a test run, huh?” He chuckled into his coffee mug. I shrugged with a grin. “Don’t sweat it! Meee too, man, me too. I only got here like 5 minutes ago.”

“That was crazy how you got us out of there, man. Any trouble?”

“None! Actually, once I was over the fence around the parking lot, they’d basically given up. You?”

“Not at all. Thankfully all of their attention was on you!”

“Not surprised! Can you imagine what a prize it would be for them if they caught all this? I’m lookin’ like fuckin Superman now.”

He punctuated his cocky brag with a tight flex of his guns, bursting with both his and my combined strength.

“Gotta say,” I shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee he’d ordered me. “Looks fucking good on you, dude.”

“Hey, yeah?” He raised an eyebrow with a grin, bouncing his pecs at me. “You’re looking pretty good yourself there, Red.”

We sat for a few moments sipping our mugs, the obvious horny mist between us simmering and the unspoken recognition of each of our hard-ons adding to our admiration of one another’s bodies. I had to admit, Yellow had one me over. Whether it was because of his charm, his solidarity, his magic, or his bod, the short time we’d come to know each other had caused some kind of spark to ignite.

At the moment I was going to quietly ask that we go somewhere more private, he piped up, stretching and arms and back behind him against the booth.

“Well, a promise is a promise. You ready to get your size back?”

I smiled, “That would be great... Wait, here??” I remembered the mess we made at the station. Surely a mom and pop diner like Francisco’s wouldn’t appreciate a display like that in their establishment.

“I think the bathroom might be a better option. After you,” he gestured his arm out of the booth.

I sauntered over to the bathroom located behind the counter of Francisco’s open kitchen, looking back to see if Yellow was following. He’d left a $10 on the table for our coffees plus a generous tip for the staff and was already close behind me. I opened the door to the single use bathroom, while he held the door, slapping my ass inside as we both chuckled.

I heard him click the lock of the door as I turned around, “So how are we gonna d—”

Yellow had me pinned against the sink before I could finish my question, his hard body pressed against me as his lips and tongue danced against mine, pausing only to shuck his vest off with his undershirt, as I lost my tank top. We grinded our bodies together, feeling our hard tools poking into each other’s hips as we made quick work of liberating them from our shorts. Once we were both completely of our clothes, we resumed our intense make out, each of our hands ravenously feeling up the others, gripping firm mounds of muscle here, sliding fingers down cascading backs there…

“I should thank you properly for helping us both out,” Yellow panted.

He forced me down onto the toilet seat by my shoulders, then slid his hands down my torso, then gingerly tugged at my raging nubby boner. I could see that his was a throbbing, eager railroad spike as he knelt down in front of me and leaned in to swirl his tongue around my mushroom head.

“Fucking hell, Yellow, where you been all my life?” I panted with an exhilarated gasp, running my hands through his stiff dirty blonde hair, feeling his head bob up and down on me.

He released me with a sucking *pop* and grinned up at me, “I’m Doug, by the way. Douglas, but call me Doug.” He continued his greedy assault on my cock while I gasped a few more orgasmic breaths.

“C-Curtis. I’m Curtis,” we both laughed, having only just exchanged names while his mouth was around my dick. His deep laughter reverberated splendidly inside of his mouth against my leaking glans, stuffing his mouth with my pre, without a doubt.

Releasing me once more, he looked up at me. “Hey?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“You can have your 50 pounds back, Curtis,” he grinned then quickly buried his face back into my crotch.

It happened just as quickly and just as intensely as it did the first time. I felt the same electrifying jolt of energy shoot through me, making me groan and arch my back as I felt waves of pleasure crash into me. Now fully nude, I could see the transformation affect both of us with delicious clarity. I watched my perspective grow taller and taller, seeing and feeling my legs, arms, and torso stretch back to their normal size. “Fuuuuck yeeeeaaah,” I couldn’t help but moan as I watched my arms, legs, thighs, pecs, feet, hands, abs, fucking everywhere, throb and swell with dull, increasing pressure, flexing everything as my size returned to me. Then, feeling my balls pulse and sag, I dropped my hands to his head, gripping fistfuls of his hair, as I animalistically bucked into his mouth, feeling my meat throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, throb, lengthen, throb, thicken, deeper and deeper and deeper into Doug’s throat. He gripped my rounded, swelling ass as I gripped his head, finally feeling the dam burst as I flooded his guts with another massive serving of my seed, only causing him to gag just a few times, but still swallowing it all like a champ.

Both of us gasping with exhaustion, he stood up, his cock appearing to do some king of hiccuping motion as it shrank back. He was still shrinking in intermittent spurts, his arms deflating back to their respectable size, his pecs receding back to their typically sized mounds, his arms and legs dwindling back to their normality as he shook them out. His stature had diminished back to his short king height, and I could tell my the quickening of his cock’s hiccuping motions that the last part was coming. I reached out with both hands to tug his shrinking tool and massage his balls, hearing him whine/moan as his hips bucked with my motions. Very soon after, he erupted several copious volleys at me, splattering against my arms, my pecs, and my upper chest.

He collapsed onto me with exhaustion, his thick thighs and massive ass resting on top of my thighs, both of us panting in the orgasmic fog we’d created as he leaned his smaller self against my larger. His seed squished between our heaving, panting chests as he and I wrapped arms around each other to make out again.

Doug was unlike anyone I’d ever been with… Shit, by a long shot. And it’s crazy how much, though unspoken, he and I were both into this whole size play thing. Hell, I could spend way more time yo-yo’ing with him, seeing how big we could really make him. Creating a gym schedule with him so we could both add more mass to ourselves and go even crazier with this gift of his. Tricking assholes to loan him some of their size so he could turnaround and dump it all into me.

As we made out more in the bathroom of Francisco’s Diner, the whole room reeking of our sex and humid with our effort, I knew that our unlikely but fortuitous relationship was only just beginning.

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Story Index now available!

Hey, heads up I added a story index. I been thinking of having one for a long time, however a few weeks back I was looking for a story and could not find it. even doubted if I had published it. That's when I knew it was time. Please enjoy all the stories at: https://maningup.tumblr.com/storyindex Will probably make a tag page as well so people can search by theme, topic, etc Hope to have a story for you all soon ;)

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