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[raspalace]

Ra’s Palace: Now Hiring 

Real-Estate Investor/Second in Command

It was a hot early afternoon and I opened the doors of the hotel with a NOW HIRING sign on the doors. I dusted off my hands and returned inside to enjoy a cool glass of lemonade, sitting down in the lobby and struggling to read the daily newspaper. 

A university student by the name of William was walking out of his last class of the day and sighed dramatically as he felt the sun’s heat beaming down on him. He was a tall young man at 6’2/1.88 m with enchanting green eyes and brunette hair however he was quite fat at 360 lbs and even though he was 24, he was showing early signs of balding. 

As he was leaving campus, he noticed all the “Use the Buddy System” posters all over buildings and lampposts; the college was on high alert due to a missing student a couple of months ago. He had hoped that the student would have been found sooner or later but it seemed like the case had gone cold and the town went into preventive measures.

As he sluggishly trekked off of the campus, his body let out a loud groan and he looked around to see if he could find a cheap place to eat, which was not even an option in a college town. He pushed the thought of food and turned his attention to finding a well-paying job to help support himself through college.

He casually walked down the streets and went into every shop he saw, inquiring about a job opportunity yet no one was hiring. How is it that there are plenty of businesses surrounding the university yet no one is hiring? Not even for a temporary position. His body was covered in sweat and his shirt wasn’t helping him in concealing how out of shape he was, clinging to his pudgy body.  

William was on the verge of giving up when he came across a “NOW HIRING” sign in front of a highly decorated hotel. “Ra’s Palace?” He asked aloud and looked around the street to see if anyone was around but the rest of the street was empty with abandoned buildings. He entered the building and a wave of cool air hit him, causing him to relax. He looked around and noticed all the fancy furniture and lighting around the lobby before his eyes fell onto an older fellow reading the newspaper…or at least trying to. 

“Uh…excuse me? Are you a manager?” He asked and the man looked up from his newspaper and watched him in silence which made William slightly uncomfortable. “Um…I saw the sign in front of the building and I was wondering if you still have any openings.” He muttered out as he scratched the back of his damp neck.

Silence lingered between the two as I took in a good look of the man as I tried to get a thorough read of him. After analysing his poor stature, his unfit body, and early balding problem, I could tell that he had a pure heart. “Ah! Welcome to Ra’s Palace, my good sir!” I proclaimed, naturally rolling his r’s. I walked towards the man and shook his sweaty hand as I looked up at him slightly. “Follow me, young sir. You’re looking for a job?” I asked as he led William through the Palace.

William followed after the man with a slight smile as hope filled his heart. “Uh yes, I don’t have much experience but I am willing to take any job.” He stated and hoped that he wasn’t sounding too desperate. “I’ll clean the floors with a toothbrush if needed.” He chuckled nervously.

I heard the distressed plea and smirked to myself as I believed that this would be an easy change. “Ah nonsense, what are you currently doing with your life right now?” I asked curiously and led him to the grand pool area, accompanied with dive boards, water slides and a lazy river. I walked over to the outdoor bar and prepared a cool lemonade for the both of them.

William did his best to sit down on the too small bar stool without sitting awkwardly or falling off. “Well, I’m in university for computer science and besides that, I’m a bit of a gaming streamer…not a large fanbase though.” He stated and bit his lip as he felt like he was demolishing the interview.  I smiled at the man and looked at him with my intense blue-green eyes as I passed him one of the lemonades. “Here you are.” I said and took a few sips from my cup. “That’s gotta start from somewhere. You should know that better than anyone.” I said with a spirited tone.

William was drinking the lemonade and was enjoying the crisp liquid hitting the back of his throat, quenching his thirst and cooling his piping hot body. “Haha thanks.” He said softly with a smile as he felt a bit more at ease around the gentleman. To hear that from a man, who has clearly put in the work, motivated him to keep pursuing his dreams of becoming a successive streamer. But that was soon put to a pause at his last statement. “Wait..what do you mean?”

I finished my drink and cleaned it out before letting out a soft burp. “Well I mean as a gaming influencer, you probably had to push through many lonely streams before you got a consistent fanbase.” I said as I moved from behind the bar and headed back inside the hotel, waving Williams to follow. “That’s pure persistence, Will.”

William grabbed his glass and quickly stood up to catch up with him, knocking over a stool or two in the process. “I-It’s William and I’m not a full time gamer, I just do it for a hobby.” He knew that he would never become a big name in the gaming industry due to his social anxiety and bland looks.

“Nonsense, I’ve watched a few streams of yours myself. You’re quite entertaining and have a good chemistry with your fans. I could use someone who is friendly and charismatic.” I affirmed and chuckled softly. “Don’t be so modest, Will.”

William felt at war with himself as he knew that he was in his third year of computer science, but the more that he thought about it, recollections of late nights and early mornings streaming both indie and mainstream games on his PC that he built himself appeared to him with his gaming chair leaving deep persistent indents in the carpet came to mind. “I appreciate that, many people believe that I’m slack off for focusing on gaming but I truly enjoy the experience and I get a stable income from it.” Will explained with a smile. Memories of living in a danky dorm were washed over with new memories of living in a decent sized apartment that he shared with a roommate and driving a basic Honda Accord which was now parked in front of the hotel. 

“Don’t listen to the negativity, they’re just jealous of your young success.” I said and smiled slyly as I noticed the new car parked in front of the hotel’s door. “People hate anyone who is doing well on their path and being good looking.” I stated before twirling around to see Will frozen in his place. “Me? Good looking? I-” Will was cut off when he wasn’t sure what was happening as he couldn’t move his body yet he was able to feel his back straightening up, ending his terrible habit of bad posture. The bones in his face cracked and groaned as his nose became narrow, his lips plump up slightly, and his double chin vanished as a sharp jawline took its place with the addition of a five o’clock shadow. His hair follicles grew in where he was once balding to give him a new set of thick healthy hair. 

I smirked as fear was evident in Will’s eyes and I approached him, patting his shoulder gently. “Yea, like I said, I’ve watched your streams before and I see all the ladies calling you hot and sexy.” I said with a wooing and suggestive tone and a soft moan left Will’s lips as his excess fat melted off of him while a lean physique developed, complemented with gentle muscles.

Will knew that he had many experiences where he was bullied for his weight and ridiculed for his early balding, but he wasn’t going to complain about these new upgrades. He wasn’t sure how this was happening or where Rafi was leading this to, but he was glad that he would be able to see his feet just by looking down. Sure he looked like a lithe twink, but it was better than what it used to be. 

“So what brings you to Ra’s Palace?” I asked as I was walking up the stairs, bringing Will back from his dissociation as he quickly followed me up the stairs. “I was wondering if you would like to sponsor my content, I think it would do wonders for both of us.” Will explained as he held onto his now too big shorts as he made his way up the stairs.

“Aren’t you tired of only being known for gaming? You’re 29 with over 1.5 million followers. Sure, I know the cash is flowing in, but don’t you want more?” I asked as I opened the door to my office and held it for Will after I stepped in. “Please have a seat.” I offered as I signaled to the chair in front of his desk before sitting down in mine. 

With each step he took into the office, the commands slowly settled in. Every step a bit closer to 29, more popular, more charismatic, more handsome. He looked around at the office and saw how it was decorated in an Arabian style with horseshoe arched windows, calligraphy woven in with geometric patterns along the walls and ceilings and a grand rectangular rug that looked like it would fly with the right command. By the time I told him to sit down, he had years of experience as a male model after receiving an offer from somebody in the modeling world who’d come across one of his streams. He sat down on the wooden chair and his wandering eyes met the powerful gaze of mine before Will cleared his throat. “Ah yes…” He started off with his matured voice. “I was hoping for a sponsorship from you.”

I gave a genuine smile and nodded. “I would love to sponsor you, I can see that you’re a hard worker, combining modeling with streaming. Keeping that toned muscle has got to take time in the gym.” Will pulled at the collar of his shirt as his shirt felt oddly tight as his body heated up, letting out a nervous chuckle. “No, not much really. Maybe once or twice a week.” 

“That’s no sir.” I commanded and instantly Will’s body posture straightened, sitting at attention. “You spend a tremendous amount of time at the gym, isn’t that right?”

“Yes s-sir.” Will corrected himself, but felt odd doing so due to the friendly mannerism that I was giving off, but it was only correct manners, right?

“In fact, you spend so much time there that you practically live there. Day in, night out. You don’t have any time to stream anymore. Just modeling and flexing.” 

Will felt his muscles tense, his throat dry, and sweat rolled down from his brows. “Uh..actually-” 

“Hush, you mustn't speak now.” I spoke with a finger against my lips as they curved into a smirk as I could see the panic in Will’s eyes from not being able to move his mouth. I moved to the office door and closed it as well as turned off the fan, letting the outdoor heat settle into the room. I sat back down in his chair and took off my shoes, placing my feet on top of the desk and letting the musk fester in the dry heat. “You went to university for computer science, however you had an interest in the wellness of your body.”   Will was sitting in anticipation as he was unsure about incoming changes; however, knowledge of advanced anatomy and physiology as well as proper exercise and nutrition entered his brain. Long days and nights of working out in the gym, hitting new PRs on weights and reps, and drawing in cash from modeling swarmed into Will’s head as he let out a groan. His lean body transformed into an athletic one as his skin tanned over. I watched Will’s shirt fill out as his back and shoulders broadened with amplified muscles that stayed defined. Will’s cock chubbed up in his pants as he remembered countless nights of flexing in the mirror whether at the gym or at home, jerking himself off to the sight of his body; each relief pushed his height to 6’5/1.98m.

I noticed Will’s small erection and chuckled to himself. “No way a model of your stature has a pecker like that. No no, you have a cock that has people curious.” Will stifled a moan as his cock pushed against the fabric, hardening to 8”/20 cm with a wet patch appearing around it.  “You must draw so much attention as a Dutch model. You must miss your homeland, I understand that feeling of being a foreigner in the states. You take comfort in knowing that I understand you.” The lovely language of the Netherlands was added to his pulsing head and his neck thickened with his vocal chords to handle the rare language with its melodious yet raspy consonants. Will became skirmish as he felt new foreign skin growth cover the head of his cock as it grew to 9”/23cm. “Hoe gaat het met je?(How are you feeling?)” I asked smoothly and Will couldn’t believe that he was able to understand what he said. “Fenomenaal(Phenomenal…)” Will replied in an airy, gaspy voice. 

“As you grew older to age 33, you got bored and expanded your life to being a fitness influencer and with this new expedition, you grew a heavyweight body.” Low grunts could be heard from Will’s throat with a look of discomfort on his face. Heat started in his feet as they slowly pushed themselves forward in his shoes while the feeling moved upwards, his legs began to expand in mass and muscle straining the jeans to the threads. Years of deadlifting heavy weights and intense bar squats transformed his once slim legs to thunderous trunks with a lovely addition to his ass as it plumped up, shifting himself up in the chair. The sound of his shoes and jeans’ strength being put to the test rippled through the room as the warmth moved up to his torso. Will knew that he should have been terrified of what he was experiencing but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he was also receiving; yet a cry of pain escaped him as his spine pushed upwards at a slow pace while the top half of his torso stretched outwards. 

Will looked down at his chest as his pectorals gained mass at a rapid pace, turning them into juicy man tits with his nipples always noticeable through his shirts. He hunched over in the chair as he experienced what felt like a punch in the gut, a powerful 8 pack emerged and a light dusting of hair was spread throughout the torso. The intensity swarmed over his arms as his biceps and triceps grew to the size of footballs with permanent veins adorning them, the bones in his hands crackle and pop as they turn into giant thick mittens with callouses from gripping the chrome handles of dumbbells.

I rubbed my beefy pectorals through my shirt as I watched Will transform in front of me with my leaking cock straining through my trousers. “With your fame and popularity rising to new heights, you bought a mansion, new luxury cars, and yachts for your private parties. You’re the life of the party.” I continued on, Will’s mouth stayed open with drool slowly leaking out with flashes of late night parties, drinking games, and high speed races on the highway blaze through his mind; his dark brown eyes steadily changed to icy blue ones.

of them all.” Will Wes was in too much of a heavy daze to realise that I had given him a new name. With each different high-end real-estate property that raced in his overloaded mind, his feet thrusted forward until they propelled themselves out of the crumbling shoes, concluding its growth at 17”/67EU. His facial features matured with more prominent cheekbones and a slight dryness to the skin, but his new premium hygiene routine kept his face glamorous and unfazed.

“Wesley…you’re such a dominant man.” I teased in a playful tone as I continued to palm my own erection as I witnessed my first transformation coming to fruition. “When you walk into a room, everyone knows that you’re the one in charge…the alpha.” Wesley’s head moved to where his chin was naturally tilted up with his chest puffed out and shoulders drawn back. His calloused hands gripped the chair’s arms as his back and legs painfully stretched out until he reached the height of 7’2”/2.2m, now having to duck his head under every doorway he walked through. “And with how assertive and charming you are, you can take any bitch to bed with that god-like cock.” Wesley couldn’t contain himself as his throbbing cock reached to 14”/35cm; recollections of showing off houses to married couples, exchanging looks with the wives to then fucking them in the kitchen or dining room as the husbands were checking out the garage or basement. Wesley was at the verge of breaking with the intense heat, his leaking cock, the thick musk in the room, and my words…it was too much.

“Cum.” I gave the command and Wesley let out a loud roar as thick ropes of cum splattered over himself, the floor and my desk; his strained clothes finally tearing off and decorating the floor with its threads.

Through the daze he was experiencing, he opened his eyes to see me smirking at him from his chair behind the desk before I strode around it and stood in front of him. I reached down and tilted Wesley’s head up by the chin, icy eyes locking in each other’s gaze. “You’ve expressed to me that you have nothing to look forward to in your life; it seemed like you were running in circles.” I started as I moved behind Wesley and I placed my hands on Wesley bulky pectorals, caressing and messaging them; Wesley let out rough moans. “I gave you a new life, a new beginning.” I added as I caressed my hands over Wesley’s gigantic biceps and kneaded them with his veins pulsing at my gentle touch. “I need a second in command for my expanding empire and it seems like you owe me a favor.” I said, ending the statement with a flirtatious tone.

Wesley was in complete bliss from the physical and mental transformations. Never in a million years would he think this was possible. Yet, here he was with a god-like body at a titan’s height, showcasing an impressive torso to turn heads and arms bigger than his head. As I was speaking to him and caressing his new assets, there was something new within him; something pulling him to me. In a dominating body that no one would say no to, the need to submit to the gorgeous man in front of him was overwhelming.

I sat on top of his desk with my erection, front and center of Wesley’s face. “Show me how much you want to be a part of my empire. Show me your dedication to me.” I demanded in my hypnotic voice and without hesitation, Wesley dropped from the chair to his knees in front of him, the floorboards creaking from the sudden weight. He began happily licking my length through my trousers before he fished out my leaking cock and lapped the tip. I shuddered with a moan as I swayed my head back and ran a hand through Wesley’s hair then pushed his head down onto my crotch, causing Wesley to gag from deepthroating his length but he took it like a champ. Wesley wrapped his arms around my waist as he bobbed his head over my bulky sausage, enveloping it with his saliva with sopping sounds resonating through the room. 

I led out a gasping moan as I shot my steamy load into Wesley’s quenching throat. Wesley held onto my ass as he swallowed the entire load; the heat spreading throughout his body as a wave of new power hit him. Wesley’s eyes gleamed and I smiled as I knew that my first creation was finished, pulling himself away from Wesley. I chuckled as he pulled my soaked jockstrap over my cock. “That was a great blowjob.” I complimented the man. “One last thing, as my real-estate investor and second in command, I need you to show me that you can handle your new position.” I stated with his arms crossed over his chest.

Wesley sat in silence as he took in everything that happened. Ever since he could remember, he was never able to get his way in anything; he was smart, sure. But when it came to dating, friends, sports, he fell short. Now that he ran into me, he was transformed into a beast of a man with an ability to get ahead and take advantage…and he wanted more.

"Rafi, take a moment to take in what a great job you did with me.” Wesley started as he slowly rose to his feet and looked down at his new boss. He smirked at him and striked a pose that showcased his massive biceps and exquisite torso. I nodded with a gentle smile and was filled with admiration from the work that I have done for it being my first time.

“These piercing blue eyes, huge gorgeous muscles and incredibly handsome face. Let alone my amazing voice.” He ran his giant calloused hands over his attractive face before running them through his hair; he flexed his muscles once again as he checked himself over with a cocky smile. 

“So good to just take it all in. You want to take it all in...more than anything.” I felt himself drawn to the giant and his body moved on its own over to Wesley. My hands rested on Wesley’s strong pecs as I looked up at him, the weight of the height difference setting in as my eyes were frantically panicking. ‘Hold on..’ I thought to myself confused.

“You've made me irresistible...even to yourself.” I let out a soft gasp as my mind got foggy and my already slow turning gears in my brain eased into a pace slower than molasses. “Wait…what?” I struggled to ask through my lightheadedness. Wesley smirked and wrapped an arm around my waist as he flexed his arm, veins sculpting his muscles. “Yo-you’re irresistible..” I muttered back as I touched up on Wesley’s arms, tracing the veins delicately with my fingers. 

“You wanted it this way, with me being your partner...as close to an equal as possible.” Wesley continued on with his instructions. “My…partner..?” I slowly repeated and looked over at Wesley’s arm, instinctively reaching out and caressing them. “Close to equal..” I furrowed my brows as I tried to fight the words that Wesley was stating. I knew that I was looking for his first employee to be under my command, but there was a pressing thought in my mind that I was looking for a life-long partner. 

“You want me to have this power over you...to be under its sway...under my power.” I let out a light moan as I felt Wesley’s rough hands grope my tender ass; my thick cock erecting itself once more. “Under your power?” I knew that this was wrong, this was my family’s business; my empire. Yet, Wesley’s voice was alluring, his radiant eyes demanding control, and his bodybuilder physique…how could I possibly say no? My vision blurred as my eyes became cross-eyed and my mouth stayed ajar with drool dripping from the corner of my plump lips; my throbbing cock leaking into my straining jockstrap. “I want you to have power over me…” I repeated with my eyes glistening purple and Wesley felt a surge of confidence borderline on arrogance as the need to dominate the hunk doubled. 

“It feels so incredible, listening to me, taking in all of me…” Wesley slipped his long thick finger into my ass, causing me to buck my hips with a gasp and press my ass into Wesley’s hand. “But you want more...” I looked over my shoulder and watched myself grind my ass on Wesley’s finger, the previous fear turning into an unwavering want. Wesley grabbed me by the chin and placed his forehead against mine, forcing eye contact and grinding his bulging member against my own. “I want more..” I moaned out and looked up at Wesley with longing eyes and pouting lips as Wesley slipped two more fingers into my hungry hole. 

“You want to please me, be as close to me as physically possible.” The heat between the two grew unbearable as new memories of lustful chemistry and multiple late nights in the office flipfucking forced themselves through our horny minds. “I want to please you…” I was able to mutter before our lips connected into a messy makeout session; my hand reached down to Wesley’s monster cock and stroked it rapidly while my other hand juggled his balls. Wesley moaned out in ecstasy as hefty pre-cum leaked into my hand, inevitably coating his cock. My hips rocked against his as a strong flood of need to submit, worship and please the adonis in front of me, my dominating nature withering away for him. 

“You’re the boss and I advise you…think for you.” Wesley panted into the kiss as he picked me up with his arms under my ass; I wrapped my legs around Wesley’s waist to stay close to him. “You just want to look at me, listen to me, touch me and follow me and my advice.” Wesley added and I felt my already dwindled intelligence dim to oblivion, leaving my piercing blue in a blank state. “You want to take me in, literally, as an equal...a partner." I nodded along, his commands swirling through my mind pulling me to follow them. “I want you to think for me..f-follow your advice.” I affirmed with a sultry voice, my eyes dilated as I looked up at him with want evident. I knew that I was in charge of the company and I was doing fine on my own, but now that I do my best to think about it, I wouldn’t be able to make deals and or get the business started on its international journey without Wesley. I wanted him to - no - needed him to think for me. 

“I want you…as my partner.” Wesley slammed me onto my desk and removed his fingers from Rafi, leaving my hole gaping. Without a thought, Wesley rammed his 15” beer can cock into me and I arched my back as my ass clenched around the penetrating member. With every thrust, a memory of our passionate friends with benefits growing into a deep love and devotion to one another pushed to the forefront of our minds. Cold rings formed around our ring fingers as I looked over to see a photo of me and Wesley having a honeymoon on the beach in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. This was no longer an interview between an employer and candidate, but a casual afternoon sex session between lovers. 

The building made a loud creaking noise as an office for Wesley was made beside mine with a glass wall between them and a door connecting the two offices. The new office decorated itself with large furniture to hold the burly man, prestige awards dawning Wesley’s name and pictures of the real estates that he has invested in the past hung on the walls with keys to his Lamborghini on his desk.

I looked back up at my husband and watched a snug white button-down appear on his torso, hugging his chest and arms with a gold chain to compliment it. A jockstrap poofed onto his waist and was soon covered by a pair of grey trousers, his hard cock was pulled through the fly. We locked eyes once more as I moaned out, “I want this all to be true, ruling my empire with you.” And with that, Wesley filled my ass with his large load with some of it leaking out and I cum showered over Wesley, both moaning in harmony. 

Wesley pulled out of me and stuffed his flaccid cock back into his trousers and helped me onto his feet. “How can I please you more?” I asked and looked up at the man while biting my lip. “First, I want free reign of a section of the empire. Second, snap out of my trance. You are my husband and we will act as such.” Wesley stated and I answered with a nod. “It will be done.” I nuzzled my head into Wesley’s pecs and enjoyed the comfort that it brought before I cleaned myself up and redressed myself. “Create a presentation on what you want to do with your section and present it to me when you’re ready…we will move on from there.” I asserted and placed a kiss on Wesley’s cheek. “Now get out of my office.” I commanded lowly with a playful smile and Wesley returned it with a smirk as he headed to his own office. “Sure thing boss. You go clean up.”

[ultram0th]

@musclejedi7

Request: Love this one! I’d love to be turned into a huge guy like that. 😍😍😍🍆🍆 [Link]

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Your life magically changed one day at the gym. You were working out after a particularly hectic day at the office, blowing off some steam at the weight pile and enjoying the sights of the muscled up studs as they waddled around.

Your attention quickly snapped away from your workout when you instantly went hard, your five inch cock rocketing to life. At first, you blushed at how tented out your shorts were, but then your eyes widened when you witnessed your cock throb and lengthen.

Every time your member throbbed, it pulled further away and thickened until your normal five incher had morphed into a nine inch beast that was nearly as thick as your wrist.

Before you could react, your entire body seemingly exploded with size. Your shoulders broadened as your back muscles thickened to larger proportions. Your arms followed suit, beefing up with serious size, turning your biceps from little mounds to the size of bowling balls that clashed with your inflated lats. Your pecs puffed up and protruded off your chest at a crazy degree, stretching your tank top to the limit. You were forced to readjust your stance as your thighs steadily grew rounder and larger, forcing you to stand almost bowlegged. The sheer size of your thighs forced your lengthened cock and orange-sized balls out in front as they pressed noticeably against your shorts. The thin material of your shorts seemingly vacuumed around your package of your ass ballooned to the size of basketballs.

As a final touch, you felt your skin start to prickle as manly hair sprouted out, covering your inflated muscles, especially your massive chest.

"Holy shit," you mumbled to yourself, bristling at your deeper voice. You examined your hulking form in the mirror, figuring that you must've packed on at least one-hundred pounds of beefy muscle.

Without a second thought, you flexed a massive bicep, marveling at its size. The action left your hairy pit exposed and the stench of manly musk permeated the air, causing your throbbing cock to twitch with want.

"Damn, wait 'til the guys at the office see..." you trailed off and your eyes widened as a fog settled inside your head. A brief flicker of panic rippled through your new bodybuilder form as you struggled to remember your office job... or really much of anything. You even looked towards one of the placards on the gym wall and scrunched up your brow in confusion as you tried hard to read what it said. Your slow brain struggled to focus on anything besides muscles and cock.

The panic quickly left when one of the other guys at the gym walked up and clapped a hand onto your broadened shoulder. "Lookin' big, Dude," he gushed.

Without a moment's hesitation, you threw both of your massive arms above your head and performed a double biceps pose. "Wanna feel, Little Man?" you asked the much smaller guy, leaning in closer.

The other guy hungrily ran his hands over your bulging muscles in awe.

The whole time, your cock throbbed as he worshipped you, and you gradually fell into your new life as a dumb, perpetually horny musclestud.

[body-absorption]

Small Wang No More

My name is Wang. Ever since high school, I’m used to be the butt joke in PE class.

“Small Wang! Small Wang!”

It’s frustrating, depressing, and stressful, their bully that is. No teachers were doing anything, since the bully weren’t physical. I prove them wrong by studying hard and being the top of the class. I even aced Harvard, for F sake.

Still, this 4 inches of mine never changed. No matter how I tried to change it.

Curse my parents and grandparents. Father is known to have a slightly bigger manhood, yet still below average. Grandfathers from both side were guilty on both accounts.

That is, until the public release of “Absorption Serum”. The serum became an urban legend since a pro bodybuilder used it to win a competition. It’s a damn chore to preorder one. The company requires bullcrap essay writing and background check.

Thankfully, my order was a priority. I don’t know how or why. I need this “Small Wang” joke to end.

What I did, was ordering a body therapist from Grinder. I ordered a twunk with erect size over 8 inches. A double plus massage, absolutely with sex. They’re pricey. But the price doesn’t matter when they’re going to be absorbed.

30 minutes before the twunk arrive. I inject myself with the serum. The serum is active the moment my body feels hot. And the absorption process begin when my body gets in contact with male semen.

I’d better not F this up.

The first twunk arrived. Oh my, lookin at that conspicuous bulge inside his joggers was a huge turn on.

“Hey there!” the friendly twunk smiles. As every therapist does, good service ensures continuous orders. And I’ll be his last customer.

I have to admit, his massages are phenomenal. The touches, the presses, all the kinks and knots on my body is done by a professional. I’m surprised, I thought Grindr sex therapist are just empty therapist that sells d1cks.

Time passes, and the sex happened. By that time, my body temperature goes warm. The serum is now in effect. All I need, is asking him to shoot his load in me.

He turned my body around, facing up. Those toned pecs, visible abs. My fingers were touching every contour of his muscles. My mind screams impatiently. Imagine all my clothes fitting those muscles. I might as well be shirtless forever.

Each thrusts goes with purpose. He truly is meant for maximum experience. My prostate is being abused to maximum. My heating body, low blood temperature, and the edge of orgasm puts my mind close to whiteness.

“Do it, come in me,” I ragged. I just want this body now.

He came, he grunts, he moans, it was really loud. We stayed there, connected for a few seconds. I felt some sort of tingling around my anus.

It was when he tried to pull out, something was wrong. He looked down, and notices a lot of veins coming out from his dick, and into the skin around my anus.

“Wh... what is happening?” he stammered out, in shock.

“Don’t worry,” I cooed, rubbing my fingers on his chest. There was a faint touchy feeling, as if I’m caressing my own chest.

“Nothing is wrong”

The therapist tried to scream for help. Thank my soundproofed room, no one heard us. I need to silence him. I threw my head to his, interlocking our lips, and gave him a tight embrace.

Mineminemineminemineminemineminemine!!!!

Every part of his body started sinking into own, like a prey fell to a sandpit. I can feel faint heartbeats from his own. At first, it was beating hard, and fast. Adrenaline are pumping endlessly into his bloodstream. Then, his heartbeat starts to slow down, matching my own. His overproduce of adrenaline rush flows into my own through the merged veins.

I feel HIGH. The fight and flight response, combined with an extreme orgasmic high.

Our lips produces muffled screams. His in terror, and my in pure ecstacy.

This body... IT’S MINE!

That word repeats in my mind like a mantra

Our body coalesce, throbbing with the rhythms of our heartbeat. Until I’m the only one standing, well, lying down on the bed.

I writhe, the numb pain on my body, bones creaking, muscles straining. I can hear the strong heartbeat within myself. I must endure, because the manhood of my dreams is coming.

And that’s when it happened. I feel a certain pull on my crotch. I looked down. An erection growing even more erect. New veins pumping, revealing itself to the growing pride. And a slight hair growing from the base of my crotch, to my bellybutton.

“Ohhh.... OHHHH!!!!” I screamed to the top of my lungs, alone.

The manhood is just the beginning. I feel pumping, throbbing on my chest. They’re flexing on their own, and growing slowly like an inflated balloon. My forearms, biceps, thighs, follows suit on growing thicker.

Shoulders popping out, hard as a bowling ball. Abs, popping out like cobblestones, more veins pumping itself and revealing it’s glory throughout my body.

Throb.... throb.... throb..

The pulsing has ended, the throbbing finished. I stood up and walk towards the mirror.

Perfection.

My hands began to reach those chest. It was a very delicate touch, just like what the therapist did. Turns out I also absorbed his knowledge. I know many things about the person’s past, knowledge, and most importantly, on how to touch and massage men into orgasm.

Of course, the bulge. The new manhood that perfected my new perfect body. It will be a sight that greets me every single morning.

I’ll be making sure to milk you every day and night.

And from now on, no more Small Wang.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please, pardon the terrible joke.

[ultram0th]

Derek/Chad

@writer-ofstuff Thank you so much! ❤

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“Of all the places to search for a trickster,” Derek annoyedly huffed, “we have to scope out some crappy reunion?”

His boyfriend, Stiles, shrugged his thin shoulders. “I guess even tricksters had to go to school, too.”

The alpha werewolf rolled his eyes as he stomped up the steps to the gymnasium where music blasted out of. Wanting to go incognito, Derek had begrudgingly dressed up in a suit so that he could look like he was attending his own high school reunion, despite the fact that he loathed the thought of ever stepping foot into a school at all. Meanwhile, Stiles was all smiles, dressed up too and ready to look like it was date night.

The two walked inside and were instantly greeted by someone standing by a table. “Welcome to the tenth year reunion!” he warmly smiled at the two before scrunching up his face in confusion. “Oh, I don’t think I recognize you, sorry!”

Stiles paled as he tried to come up with a lie, and Derek could hear his heart speed up. 

The werewolf looked down at the table in front of them, seeing the array of name tags on it. He spotted one and snatched it up, peeling the back off of it.

“You don’t recognize… Gilbert?” he asked, slapping the name tag onto Stiles’s chest, trying to hold back a chuckle.

Stiles just narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

The guy behind the table perked up. “Oh Gilbert!” he beamed. “Wow, you look great…” He trailed off, his gaze fixating on Derek for a moment before perking up. “And oh, I didn’t know that you were coming too. Let me make you a name tag.”

Before Derek could ask, the guy scribbled down a name on a blank sticker and placed it on the front of Derek’s suit.

Chad.

“Welcome, Chad,” the guy smirked at the werewolf before turning his attention to the other couples who entered.

Derek and Stiles walked away from the table and towards the gymnasium entrance.

“Damn it,” Stiles frowned. “Why do I have to be ‘Gilbert’, and you get a manly name like ‘Chad’? Let’s switch!” He tried to grab the name tag off of Derek’s suit, but he couldn’t get it to peel off. “It’s really stuck on there…”

"Damn it,” Derek muttered, annoyed that his suit was probably destroyed thanks to some crappy sticker. However, something else caught his attention and he cleared his throat. “Um, hey Stiles, does my voice sound… deeper?”

Perhaps it was due to the blaring music over the speakers, but Derek could’ve sworn that his voice had more baritone to it. Due to his status as an alpha, his voice was regularly deep and commanding, but now it had a certain quality to it that made it sound like it had a much more masculine bass.

“I don’t think so?” Stiles wondered, having trouble hearing clearly with his human ears. “Should we leave?” He briefly worried that his boyfriend wasn’t feeling well.

Derek shook his head. “No, let’s split up and search for this trickster,” he said in his deeper voice. “Call me if you see anything… Gilbert.” He smirked at the way Stiles frowned.

“Yeah, yeah, Chad.” Stiles disappeared in the crowd of people dancing and drinking in the packed gymnasium.

As Derek walked Stiles walk away, his eyes couldn’t resist honing in on his boyfriend’s firm butt. The way the cheeks shifted as he walked away caused a stirring deep in Derek’s loins, and the werewolf blushed as he grew hard in the middle of the crowd of people. Luckily, his tight pants kept his boner shielded, so Derek stayed determine to hunt down this trickster and kick him out of his territory.

Derek shoved his way through the crowd of people, sniffing at the air as he tried to catch a scent.

“Move!” he growled at one guy as he shoved his way past, no longer able to doubt that his voice was indeed deeper. It had much more bass than it should’ve, making him sound almost like a stereotype of a superhero.

He rubbed at his throat, as if he could fix his voice, but his eyes widened at what he felt.

Derek had shaved before leaving his place, all to play the part. Therefore, his throat and lower jaw shouldn’t have been covered in thick stubble. Even more was that Derek couldn’t help but gasp when his fingers ran over his jaw. It felt wider than it should’ve been, like it had even squared off a bit too.

“What the hell…?” Derek trailed off, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

He continued to push his way through the thick crowd of people, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. As he moved, Derek felt as if his clothes were getting tighter by the second. He knew that thought was ridiculous, so he tried his best to ignore it. However, with every step he took, his pants constricted his legs, and his shirt was unbearably tight. His arms felt as if they were being squeezed by his sleeves, and he feared that if he took a deep breath, his shirt would rip to shreds.

Pop!

The top few buttons of his shirt gave way, flying off.

Derek looked down in confusion, his eyes widening when he saw that his chest somehow jutted further away from his torso than it should’ve. As impossible as it seemed, it was as if Derek’s pecs had somehow inflated, increasing their rigid roundness; and he could make out two bumps where his nubby nipples pressed noticeably against his straining shirt which struggled to remain intact.

“What the fuck?” Derek wondered aloud, noting that his voice was definitely deeper now.

The werewolf shoved his way past the crowd of people, having to adjust his stance due to the increased weight at his chest. He was forced to draw his shoulders back, which only shoved his inflated pecs out into the air even more. And the more he moved, the more he noted how his thighs seemed to roll over one another in a manner they never had before. 

Derek stumbled a little, feeling like his gait was entirely thrown off. The room spun for a brief second, and when he regained his composure, he couldn’t help but feel like something was really off.

He was on the taller side of the spectrum; but when he’d first entered the gymnasium, he’d been able to see the tops of the other patrons’ heads, but now he felt as if he completely towered over them. The coolness he felt over his ankles alerted him to the fact that his previously fitted pants now felt more like tight capris, and his shirt had become untucked. The bottom of his skintight shirt now stopped above his belly button, looking like it was a cut-off.

Derek quickened his pace and bolted into the bathroom, which was thankfully vacant. After locking the door being him, he looked into the mirror and couldn’t hold back the loud gasp at his altered reflection.

Derek was huge! He must’ve grown at least a foot taller, based on how short his clothes looked. And speaking of his clothes, they barely fit over his inflated muscles. It looked as if he’d gained well over fifty pounds of pure muscle. His arms bulged in a way they never had before, splitting his sleeves at the seam as they flexed with power. His already broad shoulders were much, much wider than they should’ve been, looking like the werewolf would have to go through any standard-sized door sideways now. His pecs were enormous, looking like large slabs of meat that jutted off his chest. They tore his shirt apart, his nubby nipples exposed out in the open for all to see. His legs had even gained some serious size, his thighs pressed tightly together as his quads inflated. His butt even looked bigger too— not like a power bottom’s, but more so like he didn’t neglect Leg Day.

And Derek couldn’t help but stare at his altered face in awe, noting how much wider and bigger his jaw looked. It was comically squared off, and covered in thick, manly stubble. A dimple had even appeared on his chin, and Derek ran a disbelieving hand over his jaw in wonder.

“What the fuck’s happening to me?” he asked, noting his deep baritone.

Derek felt his larger chest itch and as he scratched it, the werewolf felt little hairs start to sprout over his skin. He watched in the mirror in wonder as his chest hair grew in, thickening as it covered his larger pecs and chiseled abs.

And despite the panic he felt over what was happening to him, Derek was extremely horny.

The longer he stared at his warped reflection, the more turned on he felt. Despite himself, Derek couldn’t resist bending over and forming a most muscular pose that he’d seen bodybuilders do during competitions. His massive muscles flexing in unison caused audible rips to echo out in the small bathroom, and what was left of his shirt split down the middle, exposing his inflated, hairy chest. He could feel his cock harden in his tight pants, snaking down one pant leg, looking much longer and thicker than it should’ve been.

A knock at the locked bathroom door jolted Derek out of his daze.

“Derek!” Sitles called out, sounding concerned. “I saw you run in here. Are you okay?”

Out of instinct, Derek immediately rushed over to the door and unlocked it just so he could yank the small human inside, before slamming the door and re-locking it.

After regaining his bearings, Stiles looked up in awe at his warped boyfriend. “Chad?” he asked in disbelief before flinching. He cleared his throat and tried again. “De— Chad? What the hell? Why can’t I call you ‘Chad’? I mean, your name is Chad. What…?” His face grew red as he tried to call Derek by his name, seemingly unable to do so.

The way his boyfriend looked flustered made Derek’s heart race in his beefy chest, and he cleared his own throat.

“Um,” he bellowed out in his masculine bass, “my name is D— er, Chad.” His eyes widened as he stared back into the mirror, honing in on the name tag affixed to his destroyed suit.

Derek envisioned himself going through Beacon Hills, his massive muscles and over-exaggerated masculinity on display for all to see. He looked like a caricature of some kind of superhero, with a large jaw and hairy muscles— and he was so incredibly turned on.

His gigantic, lengthened cock sprung out of his tight pants, hardening to its new length of eleven inches, looking as thick as a beer can, with balls the size of oranges. It rose in front of the stunned werewolf, throbbing with intense want, a horny cloud shrouding over his panicked brain, making it impossible to think of anything else but his cute boyfriend.

“It must be the trickster!” Stiles gasped loudly as he put the pieces together. He grabbed onto Derek’s large arm and tried to lead him towards the door so that they could leave this cursed reunion and figure out a way to fix him. “C’mon Chad!”

Derek/Chad didn’t budge, only one thing on his mind. Instead, he reached out with a muscled arm, easily picking up Stiles and tossing him over a broadened shoulder.

“Calm down, Little Man,” Chad bellowed in his deep voice, puffing his hairy chest muscles out with power, “just let Daddy here take care of things.” With his hard cock bobbing in front of him and his bare, hairy muscles on full display, Chad exited the bathroom with his boyfriend in his clutches.

As the two exited the gymnasium, Chad noticed the guy at the table in front flash him a thumb’s up. For a brief second, he thought it was odd, but he quickly ignored it and focused his mind on fucking his boyfriend senseless tonight.