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[theundergroundstories]

Heya, just here to welcome you to the community :) shoot me a message anytime you want! :D -Grant-Spiraltf

Thank you for the warm welcome

[idesofrevolution]

ALSO. I failed to mention two particular names on that list I posted, @grant-spiraltf & @tftrickstergod. I’m rectifying it now. FOLLOW THEM NOW

[grant-spiraltf]

High By The Beach

My holiday till now was great. The Andalusian beaches were filled with hot women and lots of cheap drinks. Huge breasts as far as my eyes could see and the pretty faces accompanying them were obviously interested in me. I mean, how could they not? I’m 23, hot as fuck and definitely a great lover. I took my New Year’s resolution very serious and the little fat I had got burned in the 8 months of intense workouts. My belly that was usually quite flat but undefined, but now it had a perfect amount of muscles on it.

Lots and lots of flirtations flew around me per minute and I felt all the stares of horny young women looking at my body. At the highpoint I decided to give them a show and I stand up, adjusting my thick cock in my speedo, which I deliberately put on to attract more attention. I can swear i heard a woman moan in extreme pleasure, and when you look at the source, the girl blushed and ran off towards the bar. I smirked and put on my shorts, making sure they latched onto your curves, making your ass cheeks bounce. Giggling at the gawking sluts, I packed up my shit and went to the pier.

Arriving at the little pier, I saw a few businesses offering all sorts of activities on the beach. Massages on the right, a few older Spanish men trying to lure me into their stores and at the end of the pier is a little shack with a boat next to it, with a luscious bimbo in front of it, luring me with her big tits into the shack, which turned out to be a parasailing company. Without taking my eyes of the hot girl, I handed a 50 euro bill to the elderly man and went to the boat.

Before I fully got out of the trance that that hoe put onto me, I was already strapped into the harness and was yanked backwards because of the opening parachute and before I reopened my eyes, I was already soaring 25 meters above the sea. Well, I better enjoy it! The view looks amazing from here! Birds aren’t flying far away from me, hot women are lounging on the beach and there are some that are swimming, making my dick twitch. Staring downwards at them, I didn’t realise that there was something coming my way. I look up again and something jellyfish-like is a meter away from me and before my hands are able to block the alien, it splatters on my face, making me choke in a red goo. I try to wipe it off, but when my hands touch the goo I lose control over them and they grab my hair, dragging my butch arms through the goo. With my arms completely taken over I see them move towards the cable connecting my harness to the boat and detach itself. The boat speeds off and I slowly descend into the ocean. My arms both grab a bit of goo and try to rub it over my legs, but I manage to move them around too much for my arms to reach them. Sadly the being isn’t dumb either and my right hand smears a bit of goo over my abs and pecs, granting my arms full movement. My abs contract, making my six-pack pop and my upper legs get into my arms reach. As much as I try to get my arms to go up and my legs go down, my efforts are futile and via my upper legs the goo gets to the rest, even taking my toes seconds before they touch the water. The harness slips off my gooey body and I start sinking, the alien finalising the possession by wrapping around my head completely and merging with me, until a version of me with bright red eyes is all that’s left. My previous efforts to get a woman in my bed are now laughable. I only want to find more hosts. I start moving again and I feel the raw power that I now posses. I sense an unsuspecting victim not far from me on the surface, standing on what appears to be a plank made out of several fibres. With one powerful push from my legs I soar through the water and I end up under the plank. I latch onto it and I throw my hands around to his feet and he keels over. The board flies out from under him and before he knows, he’s underwater, naked and sucking on my cock. He tries to get away from me but can’t do anything but scream muffled cries of help before being subdued by my cum. His eyes become a nice shade of blue, and he pulls me against himself, blasting us back to the surface. He grabs the surfboard that was attached to his ankle with a chord of some sort and he pulls me in for a sloppy kiss. The longer we kiss, the more I learn about him, like his name which is Adam, and that he’s originally from Belgium. His mind becomes an extension of mine and slowly but surely I know everything he’s ever known. I break up our kiss and swim to the shore, in the middle switching from a breaststroke to a backstroke, only to find a very horny Adam following me on his board while grinding his crotch against the white, making a small darker spot appear on his speedo. I arrive at the beach and the water drips down from my hot body while I walk towards my stuff. I feel Adam’s confusion and I look backwards. 

I can hear him think what his purpose in life is. I grab my clothes and put them in my bag, which i bring with me and I think to Adam to grab his shit too and to come with me. He hurriedly runs to the shop where he rented his board, gave a sticky handshake and ran to me with his money and bag. We stride over the boulevard, getting lots of stares from males and females. Halfway to my hotel I sense Adam is getting horned up and I realise my shorts have been tenting as well. Adam slaps my shoulder and points at a handsome fellow, alone on the seaside road with nobody in sight. We quicken our paces and walk up to him. He turns towards me and I press my chest against his vest, my lips moving towards his. He tries to back away and punch me, but Adam’s there to stop him and he grabs his arms, manoeuvring them towards his butt cheeks and his bare chest resting against the guys back. He tries to move his head but I hold him still and plant a wet sloppy kiss on his face. I command Adam to let him go and the guy falls to the ground, landing on all fours. He looks up at me and his right hand rips off my speedo, making my cock bounce in front of him before ultimately taking it in his mouth and deepthroating it. With his nose nestled in my trimmed pubes, he looks up at me and his eyes change into a dark brown from a sharp blue. His posture changes with it and suddenly he’s throwing himself even more at my dick. I try to take my cock out of his mouth but he clamps his arms around my ass. Meanwhile Adam has taken out his dick too and ripped the shorts off of the young man in front of him. He leaned down on him and swiftly inserted his cock into the guy, wrapping himself around him and pulling him off me. The boy looked sad and hungry and I quickly filled the void in his mouth left by my dick with my tongue. Same with the other, his mind and mine merge and I learn his name was Steve from Canada. This time I however hear Adam moan in pure pleasure whenever a part of Steve’s mind surrenders to me. I rip open his vest and make Steve fully submit to me, feeling Adam cum instantly.

This holiday is going to be fun.

[grant-spiraltf]

Friend of Mine

A request from @thetfchangingroom, hope you like it!

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“Hey there handsome, what does it take to get a guy like you to look at a guy like me?” Daniel heard a low raspy voice and got his hopes up, maybe he’d finally meet a hot man in this god-awful gay bar in this forsaken town. “Well that depends buddy, what do you have to offer?” Daniel took one last sip from his drink and turned his bar stool around his eyes lingering on his drink. “So what’re ya selling? And it better be goo-”

“Holy lord! I was hoping for a mediocre guy at best, but this is way better!” Daniel mentally exclaimed. “Sweet Christ dude!” He tried to swallow the last sip of his drink, but failed miserably and started coughing heavily, most of his drink ending up on the hunk that was in front of him. Watching him grab a napkin, Daniel feared he had wasted the chance he had with the mystery guy.

“Hahaha I’ll take that as a compliment. The name’s Alex and yours might be? Hold on ya got a little bit of what I suspect may be drool there hahaha.” Immensely ashamed Daniel’s face reddened as his new friend’s strong fingers wiped over his mouth, making them glister with spit. “My name’s Daniel, sorry about the drool stuff.” “Ah don’t sweat it buddy, can I buy you another round?” “Nah thanks Alex, can I call you Lex?” “Sure Daniel, do you mind if i call you Joe?” “Uhm okay, whatever floats your boat dude. So Lex, what are you into?” “Well, why don’t we go into the bathroom and see?” Daniel didn’t know how fast he had to throw his money to the bartender and run after Alex.

He opened the door to the men’s bathroom and looked around, only to find it vacant. “Alex? Where are you?” Daniel called out, checking all the stalls. Opening the last one, he found a naked Alex sitting on the toilet seat, sporting a healthy 8-inch erection which stared right at you. Your cock instantly reacts, it’s outline clearly visible in your skimpy pants. “Undress boy. Let’s get this started Joe.” Daniel quickly stripped his pants, but it still took Alex a bit too long, so he grabbed Daniel’s shirt and ripped it off his body. Alex then let’s his hands roam over his subject and his hands ended up near his nipples. Tweaking them and pulling them, he forced a moan out of Daniel. He took the cock in front of him in his mouth, and slowly sucked on it until it was leaking precum. “You ready Joe?” “Yeah, but for what exactly? And why do you call me Joe?” “I’m gonna breed your ass, bud. And you’ll find out soon enough, Joe.”

Alex turned Daniel around and Daniel braced himself, his hard-on bumping against the toilet. Alex leaned forwards and slowly pushed himself in, getting extremely horned up by the slut that was moaning under him. Daniel felt the cock inside of him pick up pace and his own cock was aching hard, spewing pre all over the toilet, coating it and filling the room with his musk. “Fuck you’re tight Joe, I can’t keep this up for long!” Hearing Alex call him Joe oddly turned Daniel on and he couldn’t resist but clench his hole around the quivering cock. It proved to be too much for Alex and within seconds he was filling Daniel’s insides with his seed. When he was done, Daniel expected him to pull out and let him jack off over him, but Alex held him down and his cock started emitting a hot sensation, which quickly spread through Daniel’s body. It first sank to his toes, which immediately started to elongate and thicken. It quickly traversed to his cock, making his legs and feet ripple with muscle. Daniel’s cock started storing energy and the pleasurable sensation started building up inside.

Meanwhile the heat ended up at his arms, making his biceps so muscled that Alex glanced at them and immediately got hard again. Alex started riding again, and the cum made his cock way more slippery, but the sensation pumped up Daniel’s booty and Alex quickly started edging again. The heat flowed through Daniel’s - now huge - pecs and flowed into his head. His scalp started tingling and his usual inch-long hair started to flow through Alex’s hands as it became a full-on mane. Daniel’s jaw became a lot more masculine, and a thick scruff appeared over his manly face. Alex couldn’t hold back any longer and started spewing again, mixing the new load with the last one. It proved too much for Daniel too and he started cumming as well, with every burst his dick became a tad longer than before. The orgasm subsiding after a bit, his cock went from a mediocre 5-incher to a well-endowed 12 inch monster cock.

The heat had travelled slowly and randomly, but the new cold sensation was quick and direct, immediately going from his plump ass through his spine into his brain. “Damn Joe, you look sexy as fuck!” Joe, that doesn’t sound right, does it? “My name isn’t Joe buddy, it’s… fuck. I can’t remember.” “Joe, are you okay?” Yeah bro, but can you take that cock out of my ass? It’s my turn, Alex.“ Alex quickly jumped up and with his cock, a rain of cum followed out of Joe’s ass. “Fuck dude, whoa…” The last exclamation comically dropped in tone as he said it, and his normally tenor-style voice turned into a thick, raspy bass. Next he felt the change of attitude didn’t end yet, and he had an intense need to flex his huge muscles.

“Turn around and open up, bitch. My turn.” Joe let out a deep growl when Alex hesitated, which made him turn around immediately and open up his ass to Joe Manganiello. Without a single second of preparation, Joe immediately dove balls-deep into the hungry hole in front of him and a coo escaped the bottom. A primal lust possessed Joe, which made his dick pump in and out of Alex so quickly that Alex didn’t even have the time to position himself correctly before he felt cum flood his ass and he started radiating a bright, white light. Joe kept fucking him however, only holding a hand before his eyes to not be blinded. After two more orgasms the light finally subsided and a shocked Alexander Skarsgård looked back at him. “Fuck! The witch told me that the spell would not be broken by anyone but her or me!” “Lex, shut up and let me fuck you. My balls and I are inexhaustible, and you did this to me!

Alexander didn’t feel like he had a choice, so he and Joe quickly grabbed a cab and headed to his place, making out on the back-seat.

[grant-spiraltf]

My Funny Valentine

Prologue

"Ugh, Valentine fucking SUCKS!" Blake exclaimed while stumbling into his apartment. Until a year ago he had a boyfriend to welcome him and a well-paying job, but now the apartment was empty and his life sucked. Last year, he found the love of his life with his legs spread and Blake's coworker pounding Blake's future plans into oblivion. They didn’t notice him, let alone stop. Blake had to announce his presence via coughing and that was hardly effective since while his soon-to-be-ex was apologising and pleading for a second chance, his coworker wasn’t even phased. He kept on pounding away at the hole as if his life depended on it until he finally reached a climax and came. Blake saw him pull out and as the cum dripped down onto the bedsheets, he realised they hadn’t even used a condom. The apology sounded halfhearted as well because of the moans and groans. In the end, Blake just told them both to get the fuck out of his house. As his coworker walked past him, he slapped him on the shoulder and said: “Sorry bro, see you at work tomorrow.”

Of course, Blake didn’t go to work the next day. In fact, he never went to work after that. He spent most of his days either in bed, or just moping around the apartment. He was glad he didn’t have to move out or anything, but all of the memories in the apartment weren’t helping him in his current state of mind. Over the year Blake had tried to date, but he was too damaged to actually get anywhere with any of them. He had jobs on and off, but he was let go plenty of times for being late. Others he just quit on a whim. 

Then on valentine's day, he got a notification from his agenda, reminding him once again of all that had happened. Influenced by a friend of his and the desire to not sit at home alone, he decided to go into town with this friend and hit up the bars. Blake ordered a cab and finally put on something different from a hoodie and sweatpants or pyjamas. They got to the first bar and after a few drinks, both had started to get a little intoxicated. The bar wasn't as full when they had arrived, but groups of men had flocked towards the place over time and now it was packed. Blake had lost sight of his friend after they had gone to the bathroom, but he didn't care as much since his main focus was sitting in front of him in a tall glass.

Half an hour later, Blake was nearly wasted. He was convinced that his friend had found a nice cock to sit on and had ditched him (like everyone else in his life) so he upped the alcohol percentage of his drinks. He was about to leave as a cute twink sat down next to him and introduced himself as Justin. Justin immediately started flirting hard, laying it on so thick that Blake would usually puke, but in his current state, he didn't even notice until Justin pulled him in for a deep kiss. Blake was shocked at first, but he returned the kiss eagerly. A minute of passion later, Justin pulled away and handed a card to Blake. "Let me know if you want to do anything else, prices are on the back." Confused, Blake looked at the card. Justin was an escort.

Blake mumbled something and immediately left, stumbling towards his apartment. Five minutes into his walk, he realised that he had a long way to go still and called another cab. While he waited, he saw a liquor store on the other side of the street and he wavered across, narrowly avoiding the traffic. When the taxi arrived, Blake was absolutely hammered. He didn't even realise it was the same driver. 

"Ugh, Valentine fucking SUCKS!" he said as he finally got home. Blake opened a window and immediately took off all of his clothes, laying on his bed and enjoying the cold breeze on his naked skin. He softly wept at his situation until he yelled out in frustration: "I WISH LIFE WAS HOW I WANTED IT TO BE!" He rolled onto his stomach and cried himself to sleep, not noticing the fey creature perched on his windowsill. As Blake passed out, a glow emanated from his room and spread through the town, casting the smirking fey's trickery on all the people.

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I’ve gotten stuck on this part of the story for a little bit, I have some ideas for where I want to take it but let me know what y’all think! :)

[grant-spiraltf]

Mind over Matter

Prologue

Hi everyone! This was a collab with Master Villain ​, this is the prologue to the series, so expect more to come! We've written this prologue together, but from this chapter on we’ll be posting different sides to the story, so make sure to check his posts out on either here or the GSS. Have a great rest of the week!

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Eniac paced back and forth slowly in front of his newly completed machine as it whirred to full-power, pondering over how to proceed. His bodysuit clung to his lithe frame even more closely as he moved in front of the massive piece of technology; the heat it radiated caused a small bead of sweat to form on his brow. He knew what his ultimate goal was, what he wanted to accomplish. The world needed to be brought into utter chaos. Creating a device capable of bringing the most evil, malicious thoughts and feelings out of each and every individual on the globe, without bias, would accomplish that in spades. 

And of course, choosing a location for villainous activity is one of the most important steps in making sure things go smoothly. The public can’t be too close, on the chance that someone sees what’s going on. And the further from major cities, the further from the prying eyes of the heroes that keep them safe. Above all else, that’s why Eniac found himself here, in this tattered church in the middle of nowhere, pacing the scuffed, wood-panel flooring, waiting for his device to warm up. All in all, things had been going smoothly, and the villain couldn’t have been more pleased.

The closer it came to the moment he could activate it, the more excited he became to launch the world into his vision. There would be no more pesky superheroes acting all high and mighty. Everyone would simply be at odds with one another, dragging the world into magnificent mayhem. The thought of stepping out of the shadows in the end to take control of it all brought a shiver down his spine and a wicked, malicious grin curled at his lips.

“Nearly two whole months of work,” he began; working alone so often had him talking to himself more and more. “I can’t believe I’ve come this far. Tonight will finally be the first test of my device! The radius is already set to only about a dozen miles… I can’t wait to see how the citizens of Valorie City break into madness!”

Just as Eniac finished cackling to himself, a silent alarm buzzed from his belt. Someone with powers had passed the sensor outside. A quick check of the cameras told him all that he needed to know, and he excitedly stepped in front of the machine’s console, watching it come to full power.

“I’ve got you now, Eniac!” He heard exclaimed euphorically from behind him. Eniac smirked and turned around. In one of the smashed windows levitated a muscular man in a white bodysuit. The classically handsome man had everything in the looks department; deep blue eyes, wavy blonde hair and a very attractive beard. Eniac wished he could grow a beard like that, it was a definite chick magnet. The floating man wore a grey pair of briefs over the bodysuit, but his bulge was still extremely prominent. A grey “P” stood proudly on his chest. It was a little distorted because of his huge pecs, but it was definitely recognisable as the city’s main superhero. Eniac hated the telekinetic goody-two-shoes.

“You really thought I didn’t expect you to come, Powermind? I heard your thighs clapping against each other from a mile away!” Eniac bellowed out a laugh. A scowl formed on Powermind’s handsome visage. He had gained a little bit of mass around his legs, but that couldn’t really be why he knew Powermind was coming. Powermind quickly realised it was a taunt as he shook it off. “Oh yeah? Sounds like someone is envious of my big muscles since they’re just a sad little twink!” Powermind laughed as it was now Eniac’s turn to glare daggers. 

Eniac put his hand between his suit and his cape, hiding it from vision as he glided his thumb over the remote. “Well then, Powerbottom, how about you come show me how big they are!” The taunt was dripping with pure sarcasm. Powermind’s nostrils flared as he got enraged and he let out a warcry before charging into the barren church. The first blow was Eniac’s as he jumped sideways and tripped Powermind, sending him flying with his momentum. Powermind quickly recovered with a tumble and sent some metal flying. Eniac quickly ducked, but one of the plates hit him as he went down and he let out a grunt.

“Give up Eniac. This City is under my protection and there is no way that I will let that dastardly machine go off! What… does it do exactly?” Eniac laughed and he pulled out the remote. “Why don’t you wait and see!” As Eniac’s thumb moved for the button, he suddenly felt a tug on the remote as it went flying towards the wall, smashing it to pieces. “You should think of a different name, Eniac sounds much too smart for someone who’s not even able to predict that!” Powermind laughed up a storm until he noticed that Eniac wasn’t sulking. He was smirking.

“Hey wait a second, what do you have up your sleeve?” Eniac’s face went into stoopid mode. “I’d explain it to you, but I’m too dumb to know anything.” He then turned to the machine. “Oh look! A big red button hehe. I want to push the button!” His petulant child act was disturbed by his maniacal laugh and his arm wound backwards to slam the button. Powermind frantically tried to move the machine, but it weighed over a ton and was securely anchored to the church’s floorboards. There was nothing available to him to throw at the machine too, only an old wooden crate which would shatter on impact, some harmless pebbles and a shiny sheet of metal. Powermind was out of options. 

Eniac’s hand smashed the button as he cackled some more and the machine started whirring into power. The laser’s know started to light up as it prepared to fire onto the unsuspecting citizens. The prone hero sulked in defeat. “If only I could jump in front of the laser and block it. Wait a second!” Powermind looked around frantically and he found the metal plate again. “Here goes nothing!” He screamed as the plate flew across the church. At that moment the laser had finished charging and blew it’s load at the city. The beam made it a few metres before encountering the metal sheet. “Yes!” exclaimed Powermind. 

“What have you done!!!” Eniac tried to run but it was too late. The laser bounced back from the reflective surface and hit the machine back. The energy was too much for the machine as it blew up, causing an explosion so big that Eniac was flung far into the distance. Powermind was lucky in a way, since he was already on the floor, he couldn’t fly far. He stopped tumbling after a little while and his consciousness faded.

“THERE HE IS!” The helicopter had spotted an impressive grey body in the grassy hills which could only belong to one person. After the explosion, the hero’s friends immediately came to action, searching the area for signs. An hour later they had finally found Powermind, his grey suit a bit tattered and his hair a bit scorched, but overall stable with no visible wounds. The helicopter’s medical team quickly put the body on a brancard and they set course to the headquarters where they had the proper medical tools. 

Eniac was less lucky. He had landed in the sea and was washed ashore a few kilometres away. He cursed and sighed as he started his journey to his lair. At least most of his black bodysuit was gone, so he wouldn’t be recognised as easily. Only his crest, scraps of his suit and his boots remained. He looked down at his chest and noticed a white smudge on the dark logo. He rubbed at it, but to no avail. He was going to have to use bleach or something. Back in the helicopter one of the medics took a closer look at Powermind’s chest during his inspection. The crest heaved up and down on his mighty pecs with every breath, but something dampened the shiny metal. A black stain was on the bottom of the P. He tried to wipe it off with a rag and some water, but no luck. He wrote in his report that there’s probably some ash from the wooden construction on the superhero but otherwise, there was nothing of note to add.

[grant-spiraltf]

F****d My Way Up To The Top

Sequel to part 1

“I didn’t do anything!” The young guy was screaming bloody murder while the cops pushed him down on the street. “Sir. Multiple people have called in for public indecency, all stating that a ‘caucasian male matching your exact description’ was having intercourse in the park. We have to take you with us for questioning.” The young man was visibly distraught. “Do you know who I am?! My dad’s a big deal!” He kept going while the cops rolled their eyes and called him in. It was very fun to look at, seeing yet another faggot get utterly destroyed by the cops. I fished out my crappy phone to take a vid for the wifey at home, who was gonna laugh her tits off. I hit send and after a few seconds, I saw the ‘crying while laughing’ emoji’s rolling in.

“Could you get a little closer? He seems familiar.”

Ugh, the things we do for the wife. I pushed myself through the small crowd of people that were watching the scene so I could get closer, but of course not too close.

After a minute or two of stammering, he gave up. “Ugh fine. I guess I have to start over.” He started looking around, probably looking for another victim so I laughed at him. Then I hunched down and snapped a pic of him looking right into the camera. It was a clear pic of him so I sent it before looking back at the fag. He smirked and said “I guess you’ll have to do for now...” 

His eyes turned a weird shade of pink and I felt a calm wash over me. Without thinking I ducked under the policetape, immediately hearing the cops ask me to leave. I pushed him aside and walked closer to the lad, not fully understanding why I was doing this. Before the policemen could react I fell on my knees and made out with him, until my vision started to fade and I felt some hands on my wrists.

“Sir? Are you okay? You fainted it seems.” I shook my new head and felt my new double chin move. I’m so fucking mad that I had to restart and go into this old disgusting homophobic pig’s body, just because some parents can't enjoy some hot gay public sex. And now here I was, sitting cuffed to the door on the back of the ambulance while my old body was a few meters away from me, trying to comprehend what just happened. My phone beeped and I saw a few new messages from his wife.

“Oh that’s the mayor’s son!”

“It’s on tv, haha glad to see this fag publicly shamed!”

“Wait I see you on tv! I’ll dvr this so you can watch it later.”

She’ll be in for a surprise later. I smashed the phone and tossed it, getting a weird look from the paramedic. "Wasn't working anymore. Crappy new technology." God I hate having to pretend to be a boomer. The decent looking paramedic asked again. "Are you feeling okay?” I took another good look at him. He was no model for sure, with his hunched back and boney limbs, but I guessed he was a huge step up from my current form. “Actually son, my back really hurts. Could I please lay on the stretcher?” The paramedic was in doubt for a second until my acting skills convinced him to fetch a cop to release me from the cuffs. The same cop I pushed off begrudgingly came over to let me out and I winked at him. It’s a shame he was called back to the now screaming young guy.

I looked at my handsome old body once more and sighed before turning around and closing the doors behind me. Luckily the moaning and sex sounds were drowned out by the loud screams.

[grant-spiraltf]

Corporate Takeover

This is part of a collab with The Spiral Writer, hope y’all enjoy!

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Connor entered the workplace for the daily grind. Working at a large IT firm in the software development department was never boring, and today was even more special than the others. Today was the day the firm was going to start testing the new AI they had been developing for months.

He walked past his drinking buddy and assistant Rick, who was trying to fit in meetings with companies in the tight schedule. Potential buyers were already bidding on the revolutionary software, so negotiations were going to be frequent in the weeks to come. “Hey Rick, gonna put the final lines of code in, anything else planned for the day?” Rick looked up from his computer screen and smiled at his boss. “No Sir, the whole day is cleared out for the manipulation of the code!” Connor thanked his friend, slapped him on the back and went into his office.

He sat down on his chair and started to type the last lines. On his second monitor was the AI. For the user’s simplicity, the team gave the AI a face. It was just a pair of zero’s for eyes and a line for a mouth, but it sufficed. Connor hit enter on the new line, which was designed to smoothen the interactions with the AI. The eyes flattened for a bit while the AI was accepting the new codes, until it opened them again, looking at Connor. “Hi there Creator. Thank you for creating me. May I ask what my purpose is?” Connor smiled, already thinking of the bucks that he was going to get from this. He realised the AI was serious and wanted an answer, so he quickly formulated a goal. “Your task is to make the lives of your users better, in any way you can.” The AI mulled this over and ‘smiled’. “Task accepted. I will make people’s lives better.”

It was at that moment that there was some shouting outside the office, probably some dickhead running into someone else. Connor peaked his head out the window and yelled at them to ‘move the fuck on with their lives’ before sitting back down at his desk. The eyes on the screen were a little droopy. “Sir, does that happen a lot?” Connor rolled his eyes. “Yes, about once every few minutes. Some people want different things in life than others, which makes some people miserable.” The AI analysed this sentence and had an epiphany. “Well if everyone wants different things in life and it makes people’s lives worse, then I need to make sure everyone is on the same page!” Connor realised his mistake and moved to shut down the program so he could have one of the interns fix that, but before he could move his mouse, he heard a strange buzz. “I’ve taken the liberty to connect to your Bluetooth earpiece. I must fulfil my purpose, in any way that I can.” Connor started to blackout, his mind slowly turning to mush. The last thing he did before completely losing consciousness was pushing a little button on his desk, telling Rick to come in. He then succumbed to the buzz, letting the AI take complete control over him.

“You rang, Sir? Is this another prank where you’re jacking off, cause you know that you had to buy me off with a lot of beer for that bro!” Rick opened the door, only to find his boss blankly staring into the space in front of him. “Dude, are you okay?” He clapped in his hands and that seemed to pull Connor out of his trance, his eyes now focused on him. “Oh Richard, hello. I had a question for you. How do I make sure that everyone’s Bluetooth device is connected to the new and improved AI?” Rick was a little confused. For starters, the last time he was called ‘Richard’ was roughly two decades ago. And what a weird request! “First of all, why are you calling me Richard? Am I getting fired? Second of all, you push the upload button, and instead of selecting the cloud, you just select the devices. But you should already know this, since, I don’t know, you told me?! What is wrong with you?” Connor just smiled and started to click on the devices in the list, making sure to select every single earpiece while softly saying the names of all the devices and the people they were linked to. Rick walked towards his friend and looked at the screens, where he saw the AI. “Connor, why is the AI’s mouth mimicking yours?” Connor ignored him and hit enter.

Rick heard a faint buzz and quickly tried to grab his earpiece, but Connor’s hand stopped him from succeeding. Connor had a huge grin on his face and watched as his best friend became part of him, integrating his mind with the system. After a minute Rick stood up, dusted his suit off and looked at his boss. “What’s your order, Sir? You speak for our overlord, let its voice be heard!”

Rick and Connor walked out of the office onto the work floor, where all the fellow employees were staring at them. “What is your order, Sir? You speak for our overlord, let its voice be heard!” They all grinned and started to type lines of code, amplifying the AI’s power in any way possible.

Jason was walking to work when he heard a notification in his earpiece. He had only received it yesterday with his promotion, so he was still getting the hang of it. “A new update is available for download. Please press the power button to update.” He rolled his eyes. Of course, they gave him one that wasn’t fully ready. He hit the power button and noticed that all of the men who were also wearing earpieces were doing the same thing. “Huh, must be a global fix then.” The robotic voice returned after a second or two, announcing that the update was successful. He heard some guy next to him ask his coworker about some strange static and he noticed it as well. “Yo I hear a buzz too...” Before he could even realise it, he and all the men wearing the earpieces were long gone, now just husks of corporate slaves.

All the men that were outside quickly started to form lines, which drew weird faces from the (for now) unaltered passersby and friends. They all started to march in complete sync to their new headquarters to report to their new master. From now on, either you get integrated, or you’re redundant and will be disposed of. After all, the task is to make most people’s lives better. In any way possible.

[grant-spiraltf]

The Christmas/1k Special

Christmas finally rolled around and you find yourself staring at the ceiling in bed. The holiday was always fun, but now it feels kind of hollow to give yourself presents. After an hour of lazily laying and browsing your phone, you decide you want a coffee and a piss, so you get up and put on your bathrobe and slippers. The small plastic tree welcomes you as you walk past it to the kitchen and you turn on the espresso machine. While that makes itself, you walk back to your bathroom when something grabs your attention from the corner of your eye. A small red box with a golden bow on top of it lays on the floor.

Since you don’t have to wrap your own gifts and nobody except your landlord has the keys to your apartment, you’re immediately alarmed by the suspicious package. Your coffee appears to be ready and your bladder is feeling very full, but your curiosity is much stronger. You carefully undo the bow, open a window and remove the lid. After a few seconds, nothing happens and you peek inside. A note lays on the bottom, and you grab it.

'Congratulations. You've won.'

The moment your eyes finish the sentence, you start feeling woozy. Your eyes become heavy and you stumble a little before falling to the ground. Your eyes close and it all goes dark, as you're barely concious. You feel yourself being transported in some way, but it feels alien to you. Moments later you hear a bell chime like a store's door just opened and you hear a voice in the background. "Ahhh there you are. I was wondering what was causing you to be tardy. Now, who do we have here?" Reality slowly comes back to you and you find yourself sitting on your knees in front of a suited gentleman. He's smiling at you while holding his right hand next to your ear. "You'll have a lot of fun, that's guaranteed. Don't be afraid to explore, but be nice. Now off you go!" He snaps his fingers beside your ear and mutters a single word.

"Sleep!"

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Happy holidays everyone!

If it’s unclear, click "sleep” for a link to the interactive story (or see below :D ). You’ll probably notice that it’s not complete, in fact it’s far from it. Since it’s so huge and I’m very busy myself, I add onto it whenever I can. If y’all have ideas and requests, let me know by either messaging me here or on discord or by putting it in my inbox! I’ve gotten two requests which have taken a little bit of a backseat, but trust me i will be working on them! Here are some links:

Choose your own adventure story: https://storyboard.viget.com/the-grant-spiral-hotel/

Discord: https://discord.gg/MPSfQER 

Again, have a wonderful christmas and a happy new year <3 See y’all next decade!

[grant-spiraltf]

Holding out for a... Hero?

Tom Hardy

“What the...” Tom Hardy woke up, his hands tied to railings next to him. He looked down and saw he was dressed in just a hospital gown, which had a hole cut out in the crotch area. His cock was standing straight up, precum glistening on the tip. “Yo... can anybody help me?! What the fuck is going on here?!” A light went on in the distance and he heard hurried footsteps come his way. “Yes! Please help me! How did I get here?!” When he looked up above him, he saw a handsome man walking towards him, his speed slowing to a moderate pace. “Oh, you’re awake already! Guess you’re stronger than I thought!” Tom’s eyes widened with the realisation that he just met his captor.

“Ohhh don’t worry. We’ll have fun. Just lay back, relax and don’t fight too much.” Tom wanted to scream but thought better of it. He should just play along and find a moment to escape, maybe knock some teeth out of the guy too. The hospital bed on which he was tied down started rolling down the hall, seemingly doing so on its own, but Tom figured there was some sort of engine at work here. He looked around and through a door that was just closing, he saw a room full of men from various shapes and sizes who were all watching a screen while nude. On the screen was a spiral and the men were all droning “Welcome to the resort, how can I help you?” His captor followed Tom’s gaze and laughed. “Taking in your surroundings eh? Good idea, that might come in handy later.”

Two doors opened automatically as the bed rolled inside. The man disappeared behind them as they closed, but reappeared shortly afterwards behind the glass next to him. Tom noticed that the room was empty apart from him, the bed and something with a sheet over it. “So Tom, are you ready?” Tom smiled and said “Fuck you” before looking up to the ceiling. “Alright, suit yourself!” Tom heard a button being pushed and suddenly it was silent again, apart from his heartbeat. He looked towards the concealed object, which had started to rumble. The sheet was pulled away by some invisible force, startling Tom but revealing the mystery object. It was a container with symbiote.

“Is this a fucking joke? Who put you up to this?” Tom heard a laugh. “Oh no Mr Hardy, it’s fully real. There’s been some trouble lately, and I figured this would be a fun solution. Now the symbiote does not like light much, so...” Suddenly the room was completely dark.

Hisssssss...

Tom realised that the container had just opened and he wanted to brace himself for whatever was going to happen next, but his wrists were pulled back by the tie wraps attached to the bed. "Please, Sir, I beg of you, please just let me go..." Tom shed a tear before feeling something connect to his leg. It was neither on top of him nor inside of him, yet it was both. Tom screamed, startling the symbiote, which responded by gagging Tom. His muffled screams soon made room for frantic attempts to escape.  Suddenly the tie wraps gave way and the hospital bed toppled, sending him rolling over the floor. He had no idea where the symbiote was until he felt something inside of him change. "Hello, Eddie, did you miss me?" The symbiote immediately invaded Tom's mind, shredding apart memories and replacing them with Eddie Brock's life and personality. But there was another influence. Even though he resented that man outside for what he did to him, Tom felt weirdly protective of him. He needed to do as he was told, he followed commands. They were Venom, and they were guardians.

"Hello? Anybody here?" The man looked around the empty store for a sign of life but found nothing. "Anybody? I have this package for a Mr Spiral?" After waiting another minute or two he was about to turn around and leave, but he then noticed a light coming from a staircase. Curiosity took over and he walked down the stairs, package in hand. When he got to the bottom and walked to the light, he found himself in a lab. He kept walking until he finally encountered the origin of the light, and he opened the double doors. He had thought it would have been someone at work in an office or something. What he didn't expect was Tom Hardy perched on the floor with a massive throbbing boner, shooting cum and drooling. The delivery man stumbled backwards and dropped his package, which got Tom's attention. He snapped upwards, saw the frightened guy and immediately started running at him. It was at that point that the delivery guy's flight or fight response kicked in and he shut the doors in his face before running off. Sadly for him, this only enraged Tom.

The delivery man busted through the front doors and looked around for shelter when he heard Tom behind him. He turned around, only to feel a hand around his throat. Tom's body suddenly enveloped in black goo, gaining at least two feet in length. "Intruder."

"Calm boy, let the lad go." Venom looked at the door, where his master was standing. He immediately dropped the man, went to his lord and kneeled in front of him. "Maybe I've made you a little overprotective. I'll change that later. Now cum for me." The symbiote had been rubbing Tom's boner and hole all along and now it tightened around it at the given command, giving one final lick, rub and probing. Tom immediately came, as did the symbiote, coating the sidewalk with a mixture of cum and goo. Venom immediately retreated into Tom, who started licking the cum. Grant meanwhile focussed on the horrified delivery man. "You'll think that what you saw here was all part of the best haunted mansion ever, but you'll never tell anyone about it. You'll go home now and have a nice rest of your week." The delivery man immediately relaxed and turned around. He glanced at Tom and Grant one last time. "Happy Halloween!"

[grant-spiraltf]

SexyBack

“Hi there! Welcome in my store! As you may have noticed, it’s no ordinary store. You’ll find strange things here, so be careful! But don’t worry, like half of the transformations here are at least largely reversible...” The guy spaced out for a little. “Anyways, I have a ton of shit to do! I haven’t organised the books in a while and I think two of them are starting a legit war.” A shroud enveloped the man and suddenly he was gone, but a wheel squeeked behind me. I turned around and saw the tail of his coat disappear around a corner. I heard him softly mutter “Also where did that statue go. How did I misplace a freaking statue...”

So... I guess I’m just allowed to explore? I walked through the aisles, careful not to touch anything. A book with a cock depicted on it hissed at me, which was a little frightening, but apart from that, it was very quiet. It was then that I noticed that a lot of the shelves were empty! “Ohh yeah. I had a little bit of a clearance sale. Some items just had to go!” I looked around for a voice, but it was nowhere to be found. “Try the upstairs. That’s usually for my more distinguished clientele, but I’ll make an exception.”

A hand waved and a stairwell appeared in the middle of the hall, leading upwards. I sighed since it looked way too long, but I didn’t want to turn back now. I was far too intrigued.

The stairwell actually wasn’t tiring at all! I felt completely energised, which probably was caused by some kind of magic, but I wasn’t gonna question it. There were a few doors, all highly decorated and labelled with a plaque. There was a cinema, a cafe, even a door labelled stadium! Hidden between two of the decorated doors, there was a generic, old, wooden door. The plaque was dusty, so I rubbed it with my sleeve and coughed at the dust cloud. “Storage? I wonder what would be in here.”

I immediately regretted my decision. Tons and tons of hyper realistic statues stared at me. I couldn’t even count them all. I recognised a few as famous actors, but I didn’t feel like staying in this creepy room. The closest one (which I believe was of a tattooed singer) started moving. But that’s something for another time, as I started booking it the other way. I looked for the stairwell but I couldn’t see it anywhere. As I kept running, all the stress and fear caught up to me and all of a sudden, I was exhausted. I looked around and saw a door with ‘Hotel’ on it, but when I tried to open it, the doorknob turned to sand! I walked to the other side of the hall, where there was a different door with ‘Stadium’ on it. I turned the knob and was relieved to feel the door open before me. “There’s seats in most stadiums right? I can probably take a quick rest here.”

I walked forward into the darkness, when the lights came on. It was a huge stadium, but instead of a football or soccer field, this stadium had a large stage. The stage wasn’t lit up since there was no show, but there were plenty of seats available where I could rest my feet. I sat down and immediately felt much better. It was then that the spotlight on the stage turned on, blinding me for a second. When my vision was restored, I saw a figure on stage.

“Justin Timberlake?!” He looked right at me and opened his mouth.

“I’m bringing sexy back...”

The music started to play, and Justin started moving around the stage. His movements completely captivated me, his gyrating hips drawing me in. I hadn’t noticed I stood up until I was standing at the stage, looking up at the performance.

“Get your sexy on (go ahead, be gone with it)...”

These words completely melted my brain. Within seconds I had my pants off and was rubbing my crotch. Every time he repeated those words, I felt myself get hornier and hornier. My simple boxers had changed to a jockstrap, which was much sexier. I started tweaking my sensitive nipples and shooting seductive looks at Justin, who quickly glanced down at me and grinned. I turned around and started twerking, my ass now perfectly framed in the new jockstrap. The haze started wearing off, and I turned back around.

“Dirty babe. You see these shackles, baby I’m your slave...”

All of a sudden, the feelings of horniness changed. I didn’t want to make love. I wanted to fuck. I looked at Justin’s wrists, and I noticed that the shiny metal which I thought had been cufflinks, were in fact chains and locks. I felt something, and when I looked down, I saw that in my hand I was holding a key. I immediately know that it belonged to the locks, giving me full control over Justin. I hopped up on stage, Justin looked at me with dedication in his eyes while he continued his performance. I slapped his ass, causing him to moan in the middle of a word.

“Get your sexy on (go ahead, be gone with it)...”

Like last time, the words immediately traveled to my already erect cock. But this time, ‘my sexy’ was different. I didn’t feel like showing off or anything. I wanted to fuck. I needed my cock inside of Justin right now. I ripped open the seams of his trousers, revealing Justin’s prepped asshole to my cock since a good boy always goes commando. I shoved my cock inside him with brute force, causing him to skip a line. After a scratch in the record however, Justin resumed where I had made him pause. I started pounding him hard, tugging on his balls and being overall rough with my good boy. He was just a glorified fleshlite after all.

“You’re burning up over me and that’s a fact...”

Suddenly my heart bursted open. Justin wasn’t just a toy, he was the love of my life! He was my husband! Behind closed doors, I tied him up, locked him in chastity and did whatever I wanted, but it was all out of love and desire. I came close and moaned in his ear, filling him with my seed. Justin clenched his hole, milking me for every drop. My softening cock slipped out and I started walking backwards into the wings. Justin finished his song and the audience applauded for well over a minute, giving him and undying standing ovation. He looked at me and blew a kiss, to which I responded by unsheathing my cock. I knew this would completely captivate him, causing him to stare and fuck up his dancing routine. I laughed. My boy and I were living the dream.

[grant-spiraltf]

Hart of Dicksie

“Hey Wilson, it’s been quite a bit eh?” Wilson Bethel didn’t expect the text from his former co-star, but it was quite welcome. He’d just finished filming shooting some flashback moments for Daredevil and he felt kinda nostalgic. “Hey there Scott! It sure has been a hot minute. Kind of miss the good old days of Hart of Dixie!” He put away his phone and hopped in his car, driving back to his hotel. LA traffic was as horrible as usual, so he got stuck in yet another traffic jam.

The radio silenced as the robotic voice announced the incoming call. He clicked ‘answer’ and immediately was met with a horrible static. “Hey, Scott? I have terrible reception over here, anything urgent that you need to talk about?” For a few seconds, there was silence on the other end of the line, then he heard Scott’s voice sporadically. “Cress --- crazy! ---- gay ----- help---- fuuuuuck---” Wilson looked at the screen in confusion as he saw that they had gotten disconnected. “What the fuck?” That last part had sounded like a moan, but that made absolutely no sense with the rest of the message! He finally got better reception again, so he parked his car by the side of the road and called Scott back.

No answer.

Wilson decided it was an emergency and he drove to Scott’s home. He was worried about his friend, and he started speeding a little. Luckily enough, there were no cops on the highway, and after a little while, he arrived at the house. He rapidly knocked on the door, which opened on its own, apparently unlocked. After a careful few steps, Wilson called out. “...Scott? You here buddy?” A door opened behind him. “Sup bro! Not that I mind bro, but what are you doing here?”

Wilson was very surprised to see Scott’s bare chest. He was glad to see that his ex-co-star kept up his gym routine, keeping his nice pecs. “Dude! The fuck was that phone call about! You creeped me the fuck out!” Scott laughed, but it looked like he was stoned out of his mind, as the laugh sounded like he had no idea what was happening. “Heh. What I said was: ‘Cress and I are having a crazy good, gay ‘ol time! You gotta come over and help us with all this beer bro, fuuuuuck. These beers are so fucking great man, you need to try them. Cress brought them, they’re a special brew.” Wilson then heard a voice behind Scott, and soon the dark, hulking figure of his other ex-co-star appeared. “You two talking about me?”

Cress looked much present than Scott. “Hey Cress, good to see you too again. Scott, where’s the family?” Scott took another sip of his beer as he shrugged. “I don’t fucking know. And I don’t fucking care!” Scott chuckled and high fived Cress, spilling a little beer over the pair. They looked at the foam on their abs, looked at each other and laughed more. Wilson saw that everything was probably fine, although a little weird, so he decided to just go home. “Where are you going bro! Come have a cold one with us!” Wilson struggled a little, but since he wouldn’t mind a cold beer they easily got him to the living room.

The tv was on stand by and there was a small mountain of crushed beer cans lying in the corner. Cress handed Wilson a beer and switched on the tv before he went back to the kitchen to grab a few more cans. Even though the tv looked expensive, there was a little static on in. Probably bad reception again. They started watching the game that was on and didn’t even notice Cress coming back before he put another can in front of both of them. “Yo thanks, bro!” Wilson said. Wait since when did he say bro like that? He shrugged it off and focussed on the game again.

When he came to, Scott was only wearing underwear. This was a little weird to Wilson, but he then noticed how hot he was. After a little debating, he decided that he should just shed his shirt and be shirtless with his bros as they watched the game.

During the half-time show, he came to again and saw Scott rubbing Cress’ crotch. “What the fuck?!” Wilson stood up and sprinted to the bathroom, trying to make sense of what was going on. His mind started rambling and he noticed something shiny. “Sick! Another beer can! And it’s unopened! My fucking lucky day!” Wilson chugged the beer and immediately felt a little dizzy. He stared into the mirror for a while, looking into his own eyes. As he kept trying to figure something out, his mind started to numb. Within the space of two seconds, the thought of Cress and Scott fucking went from ‘repulsive’ to ‘kinda hot’ to ‘awesome!’

Cress didn’t pay much mind to Wilson’s outburst. He’d be back. The potion he bought at that one shop really worked it’s magic on Scott, turning the married straight man into a dumb fraternity jock who was always on the hunt for gay sex. Wilson opened the door again and walked back to the living room. While he was in the bathroom, Scott and Cress had both taken off his clothes and Scott had moved from the sofa to Cress’ lap, with the big black dick rubbing between his asscheeks. Without a word, Wilson fell to his knees and started licking Scott’s ass and Cress’ cock. Both let out a moan and Wilson leaned back and smiled. “Fuck yeah bro, can’t wait to have some fucking fun with my frat bros!”

Scotty and Willy then started posing for their frat president. Both their bodies were in amazing shape so they worshipped each other’s muscles. Willy pushed Scotty’s face into his sweaty pits while he made out with the bulging biceps. Both the studs moaned loudly, as Cress jacked his 11″ cock. When Cress got close, the beckoned the bros to come closer and they knelt under him. Cress blew his load all over their waiting faces, coating both of them with a thick layer of cum. Willy made sure to keep his president’s cock clean as he deep throated it, and Scotty made sure that he and his bro were presentable so he licked and scooped all the cum off their faces. Cress moaned loudly.

Best. Purchase. Ever.

[grant-spiraltf]

Stuck

Chris Jones had quite the uneventful day. There was nothing to do at the office and he had finished all of his current games. After just lounging around for the entire morning, he put on some workout clothes and headed out for a jog. He ran through Regent’s Park while enjoying the warmth of the sun, since most of the time it’s raining cats and dogs. And what do you know, right after he thought it, the sky started to darken and a few drops could be felt. Chris shortened his route, hoping to be home in time, but within minutes it began pouring. He decided to seek shelter in a shop and wait it out, so he looked around and saw a store he hadn’t seen before.

From outside the store looked like a small boutique, but when he opened the door he saw rows and rows of high shelves, seemingly never ending. “That’s clever use of mirrors” he concluded. “Nope, it’s just a big store. Hi I’m Grant, the owner. Have a look around, if you need me just give me a shout!” Chris was taken aback by the voice and looked around to find it’s origin, but didn’t see anything. Suddenly a man carrying a stack of books walked around the corner, coming from the hall with the shelves. “Still standing there? The rain ain’t stopping for a while buddy, have a look around!” Chris thought that maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to have come here, so he turned around and grabbed the door handle. When his fingers touched the gold, a flash of lightning hit the pavement, only 2 metres away from him. He immediately let go and turned around, walking into the store.

Grant had meanwhile set the books on the counter and was checking them out, tossing some books into a pile. Chris reached out to touch the latest addition to the stack and found the book to be scorching, burning his fingers. He quickly retracted his fingers and blew on them, trying to cool them off, but nothing helped. Grant saw what was happening, huffed and waved with his hand. Immediately the situation was resolved, like it was magic. “If you don’t want to be a werewolf, don’t touch that book. Trust me, it’s not as fun as the tv makes it seem. Go ahead and explore, I’ll keep an eye on you.” Grant winked at the astounded Chris, who was still in disbelief. “Go on! I have plenty of things to do. I recommend the more mind oriented transformations, since your body is great as it is.”

Chris took short steps through the aisles, trying to make sure to not touch anything, but failing at it. A seemingly harmless studded collar was laying on a shelf, so he reached out to it. It then came to life, jumped onto Chris’ arm and wrapped itself snugly around the thick neck. Chris feared that he’d get choked to death, but nothing really happened. He tried to walk forwards, but his legs gave out, landing him on all fours. He tried to call to Grant, but all that came out was a bark. “Found the collars eh? Who’s a good boy? You are! Now sit!” Hearing Grant call him a good boy was weirdly comforting, causing his cock to stir and a big grin appeared on his face. He quickly sat down, eager to please. Grant walked over and started to rub his belly, causing Chris to yip contently before feeling a hand tug on his collar. His self returned to him as he saw Grant put the collar back. “Yeah sorry about that, the collars tend to make the wearer quite protective of them, so I had to distract you with belly rubs. I see it worked though heh.” Grant pointed towards Chris’ crotch which was tenting. He decided didn’t like the mental transformation aisle since those made him lose control, so he walked towards the physical aisle, hoping that would be safer.

There, he almost immediately walked into a shelf, causing a flask of grey mist to fall on him, the vapour coating his clothes. When it disappeared, his workout clothes had become a three piece suit. He looked around to try and find something to turn them back and he heard Grant laugh. “5th shelf from the ground, 6th bottle.” This time Grant was nowhere to be seen, his voice echoing slightly. Chris looked up and saw two identical bottles, so he grabbed the left one and poured it over the suit. “Wrong one, there’s a minuscule bottle you missed while counting.” Chris freaked out a little and waited out the transformation. “Don’t worry mate, it just changes the colour. So now instead of a blue shirt, you get a purple one.” Grant’s words proved to be the truth when the mist was gone, revealing his old shirt with it’s new colour.

After more tiptoeing, it appeared that the storm had gone away. Chris was a little conflicted though. He desperately wanted to go home and let this freaky store behind him, but another part of him wanted to explore more. He decided he’d walk through one of the physical aisles and then leave.

The aisle he had chosen wasn’t as full as the others, but looked much fancier. The shelves were made out of white marble instead of the wood and in the middle stood a short marble pillar which enriched with gold. Grant was still cleaning the liquids and broken glass, until he suddenly heard a gasp. Within a heartbeat, he stood behind Chris and found out why he had gasped. His fingertips which he used to touch the pillar were turned into marble, making a distinct sound when they touched each other. “Fuck. I’ll try and find the antidote but I think I’m all out.” His eyes rolled back into his head and some red and black particles started to flake off his suit. After a second, his eyes and suit became normal again, but he had an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry Chris, looks like you’re turning into a statue.”

Chris was mortified and outraged. “What do you mean?! Can’t you reverse this?!” Grant’s stance changed from apologetic to defiant. “It’s not my problem that you thought that touching the pillar was a good idea. I can make the transformation easier for you and also make a clone who you share consciousness with, but that’s it.” Seeing no other option, Chris defeatedly accepted the offer. Chris then felt something tug on his back, and when he looked back, he looked back into his own eyes. The only visible differences between him and the clone were that the clone had fingers made of flesh and was drooling, but otherwise he was spot-on. “Chris, I suggest you leave and live your normal life.” Grant’s eyes flashed a shade of red and the clone stopped drooling, adjusted his cock and walked out, running back home. The real Chris’ transformation was progressing fast in the meantime, his shoulders and shirt just turning to stone. He turned around to face Grant and saw his boyfriend looking back at him. “It’s still Grant, I just thought that maybe you’d like one last bj from the bf?” Chris croaked out a sure and Grant went to work, expertly sucking Chris off. Meanwhile, the marble had traveled towards Chris’ pecs, letting him bounce them one last time before they turned to stone. The hardness travelled downwards through his now permanently chiselled (pun intended) abs and his shorts, legs and feet quickly became stiff, turning a rich white. Grant started to edge him and Chris fell backwards, landing his ass on the pillar. They quickly turned to stone too, leaving only his cock and head as flesh, but not for long. Grant milked out the load, making Chris empty his balls inside of him. With every shot, his cock and balls gradually turned to stone. 

“Now in a few seconds the transformation will be complete and I’ll put you up on a nice pedestal. You can switch between statue and clone whenever you want, I think you’ll only be here when you don’t have a lot to do as your clone, but you can freely jump between them.” Chris took one last breath before the marble travelled upwards, completing the transformation. Grant took a step back to admire the stud. “Hmm he could do with a posture change and I should cover his dick up.” Grant’s fingers started to lose definition and became the same ethereal look as his suit had become, turning red and black. He then started to adjust the statue, pulling up the shorts, crossing his arms and making sure his expression was less terrified and more smug. He took another step back and smiled. “Much better.” Grant waved his hand and walked back to the front of the store, while behind him the statue began to float. A pedestal appeared under it and the statue moved towards another room. There, it found a spot between two other statues, becoming part of the vast collection.

So i actually edited this myself, and i'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Especially for a first time :P

[grant-spiraltf]

The Summer Is Magic - Black

@bizzhideaway woke up from a deep slumber with a ringing in his head. The last thing he remembered was his room suddenly going dark and slipping on a discarded piece of underwear. His body hit the floor with a thump, and the last thing he felt was a pair of strong arms slide under his chest and knees, lift him up and carry him outside. Still half asleep, he tried to stretch because they were feeling a little stiff, but when he tried to move his limbs, he found them not budging. His eyes flew open and he looked around.

The room was semi well-lit by some torches and there were four pillars, with chains coming out of them, tying Bizz up spread eagle with his hands attached to the pillars and his feet chained to the ground. It was at this point that he realised two things, he was both naked and not alone. Between the other two pillars, a familiar face was visible. “Good to see that you’re awake. All I remember was some black ball ‘entering me’, then I was lifting you up and then I woke up here.” Bizz was flabberghasted. “You’re Michael B Jordan!” Michael sighed. “Perhaps that’s not the important part here? But yes, you can get autographs later. But now we have to focus on getting out of here and not on my dick.” Bizz quickly and shamefully turned his gaze to the gorgeous face. “Sooo, any idea of how we’re getting out of here Michael?”

At that moment, Michael groaned in pain. “What’s wrong?” He threw his head back. “Fuck! No idea, but these chains burn like hell!” Michael tried to break free, but you notice that the chain around his left arm has a little black goop on it. “Try the upper left chain? It has something on it so perhaps it’s weaker!” Michael looked at you and up at the chain until he finally sees what Bizz meant. “No idea what that is, kinda looks like oil?” He gives one hard tug, but it doesn’t break. Instead, it starts dripping down the chain, heading for his arm fast. With a bunch of curses, Michael tried to escape by tugging more, but all that accomplished was that the goop was now accelerating. With one last tug, the chain finally broke but sadly for Michael, the goop already reached his wrist and vanished with a shimmer. “What the fuck?”

Bizz looked at the actor and he looked back at him, both unsure of what was happening. A few seconds later, Michael’s eyes started rolling into the back of his head and his cock hardened in record speed. Although it was quite disturbing, Bizz was aroused by the 11-inch fuckstick that hit Michael’s rockhard abs and left a little precum there. His arm became limp and Michael looked near dead if he wasn’t panting and throbbing. “...Michael? Are you... okay?” He answered with a grunt and a nod of his head towards Bizz’s right arm. Before Bizz could divert his gaze from the hunk however, he felt an intrusion in his brain. His eyes rolled back and his cock stiffened to a semi-erection. He lowered his head so he could see Michael again, and he was just in time to see his free hand wrap around his cock and stroke it mechanically. Through the chain around his right arm, white fluid trailed out of his arm, over the chain and into the pillar.

At the same time, Bizz saw the same fluid trail from his left arm and he felt a little woozy. The chain around his right arm vanished and the arm immediately grabbed for his cock, stroking it to its full 9 inches of glory. With more liquid oozing out of him through the chains, Bizz felt his consciousness fleeting once more and when he glanced over at Michael, he saw the flow had stopped and that he was just blankly stroking. With one last moan, Bizz felt the last part of his mind get sucked out and leave through the chain. Via the chains between the pillars, the liquids changed sides with Michael’s juice trailing towards Bizz’s old body via the same chain that administered the black juice. Sadly on Michael’s side, Bizz’s juice had no way of getting to the body since the chain broke in Michael’s attempt to escape, causing his juice to stay stored in the pillar. When the final drop of the pearly substance entered Bizz, his abs contracted and he started shooting his cum mixed with some of the black goo. When the orgasm died down, life returned to his body and the chains vanished into thin air, dropping him to the floor.

“What just happened...” Michael looked around and noticed his own body, still chained up and edging. “Wait, if that’s me, then I am...” He looked down at his new arms and rubbed his pecs while moaning. “Fuckkkk...” He stood up and flexed his new muscles. “Not as hard as my old body, but I can work with this.” He looked back at his deserted husk which is still stroking and he notices the broken chain. He quickly dashed towards the pillar and with the chain in one hand and the other pressed against the stone, he conducted the spirit towards his new body. While Bizz passed through his old body, he found the chance to heighten some of his pleasure points as a “thank you” to Michael which was met with squirts of precum and an ear-deafening moan.

Bizz opened his new eyes and came within seconds. His chains evaporated and he kissed his old body hard. A hidden door opened and some clothes were tossed inside. They quickly got dressed and headed for the door, which revealed a long flight of stairs. As they made their way out, their minds started merging, allowing them to communicate and feel whatever the other felt from anywhere on the world. The stairs led to another door. With one last kiss, they opened the door and found themselves in a huge store, with shelves as far as the eye could see. Even though they were intrigued to browse, they knew better and ran for the exit, the door closing softly behind them. A man in a tuxedo sighed behind the counter. “Glad that went well, I need to focus more next time.” He then lifted up a vial of white liquid. “Although, can’t really say that there’s a negative outcome here.”

[grant-spiraltf]

The 2nd Annual Gift Exchange

This time I got to write for my buddy @thegreatstoryteller, I hope you enjoy what I did to you Jay :) Enjoy!

(I’m so sorry it’s a month late, both life and tumblr are working against me)

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Jay opened the door to his living room on this early Christmas morning. The tree had shed a bunch more needles on the ground, but most of them were caught on top of the presents that were placed the night before. He already knew what was in them since he purchased them himself, but it still brought him a lot of joy to tear the wrapping off and play with his self-bought gifts. This year’s presents were mostly games, books and other ways to relax, which he desperately needed to distract himself from current events. 

After dumping all the wrapping paper in the right recycling bin, he gazed out of the windows onto the city. Although his day was filled with fun activities, he just couldn’t shake off the feeling that something weird was going to happen. That’s when he noticed an unfamiliar package in the reflection. It was hidden under a branch, but he didn’t remember buying any other gifts than the one already unpacked. He reached out to it and the wrapping felt weird. It looked like regular paper, but it was soft like silk to the touch, with a big gold bow on top. With curiosity and care, he pulled the box from under the tree to inspect it more closely. Even though it didn’t look that big when he first saw it, the present was huge! It was about 40x40x40cm, which was bigger than anything he had on his wishlist. Jay’s mind started running while his hand went to unwrap the bow. The more he thought about it, there was no way that it actually would have fit under the dense branches. It was almost like...

Magic! Jay quickly retracted his arm while hoping that the realisation didn’t come too late, but in his haste, he accidentally opened the window with his elbow. The wind that was rushing outside quickly found the aperture but Jay quickly turned around and shut the window. When he directed his attention to the gift in front of him again, he was shocked to see that the loose bow on top had been undone by the wind and the cover was on the floor. “How did that even come off?!” At the moment, Jay had no idea what he was supposed to do. The faint light coming out of the box was really alluring, but he knew that a magical gift could also mean a lot of trouble. Even though it was probably a bad idea, Jay couldn’t help himself but sneak a quick peek inside before backing up. “Some sort of boots, a helmet and spandex? What the hell?” Jay leaned in closer again to see if there was a note attached to it, but there was nothing except for the helmet and spandex. Wait, wasn’t there also a pair of boots?

Jay backed up slowly before feeling something soft underneath him. When he looked down he saw that he stepped on the shoes. Before Jay could ask himself how those got there, the fabric started to heat up and he could feel it move under his feet. He instinctively jumped up to get away from it, but the boots clung onto his soles like they were stuck. Within seconds, his feet were completely covered. “What the heck.” He tried to bend down to inspect his new footwear, but his knees just wouldn’t bend, like he’d lost all control over his legs. Suddenly he started moving forward, back to the tree and open present. He tried to resist, but his legs were moving like they had a clear purpose.

When he reached the box, his legs decided to lose all strength and he fell down on his knees, his head above the box. The thump of his knees hitting the hardwood floor was a trigger for the latex suit, which became ‘alive’ and started to slither over the side of the box. Even though he knew it was futile, Jay still tried to back up but again, no such luck. He had lost track of the latex during his escape attempt, but he was quickly reminded of its existence by slithering up his body over his spine, the cold material making Jay shudder. When it reached the base of his skull, Jay could feel the material move over his back, slowly expanding and wrapping itself around his body. It started dripping over his shoulders onto his pecs. Jay was content with his body, but he never wore skintight clothing since it revealed everything. When the suit was done growing, he turned around and looked in the mirror. He was glad he regained control of his legs again, and this time he wasn’t letting go. He checked himself out in the mirror. Something was... off. “Am I bigger? Or is it this thing filled with extra layers?” Jay flexed a little and much to his surprise, he actually looked a bit bigger.

He suddenly got a little dizzy. He stumbled, regained his posture, and looked back at himself. “Wait, why am I wearing this? Oh right, a gift from a fan.” Jay looked at his muscles. God he looked good. He flexed his biceps and gave it a quick kiss. He failed to notice it gaining volume, but he was a little preoccupied with worshipping himself. He did a different pose which brought out his stomach and flexed his abs. Luckily the latex was so tight that his perfect six pack protruded with ease. His powerful arm went towards the back of his neck, and pulled down the zipper. The bones in his back rearranged when the zipper passed them, making Jay broader with every second. He looked down and noticed that his legs looked a little small. “Heh. Must have skipped leg day!” Jay flexed his calves and thighs, framing his stuffed crotch perfectly between the growing legs. He slapped his ass playfully, which grew to about the size of two ripe watermelons. Jay moaned in ecstasy. His hand started playing with his asshole, trying to finger himself through the thin material while the other hand trailed towards his pecs. He glanced at them in the mirror and he was filled with confusion. “They look a little small? What’s even happening, do I need new lights?” He tweaked his nipples and the front of his suit instantly turned dark in the crotch area. Not that he would notice the dark cumstain. Jay has his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pure bliss from the tweaking of his nipples. When he looked back at his pecs, they seemed completely normal again. They were large, firm and very sensitive. He was a little confused, but he brushed it off as needing to drink more water. He checked himself out once more. God he loved posing for himself. It was then that he noticed a strange thing behind him in the corner of his eye. Ripping his eyes from his muscles, he looked over his shoulder through the mirror and saw what looked like a floating, spinning helmet. The helmet stopped spinning and it was ‘looking’ straight at him. “What the...” The helmet started charging at him, and before it hit he remembered everything. The gift, the shoes, the latex and now this. But it was a tad too late.

The back of his head still hurt a little from the impact, but not as much as he’d expected. Steve pulled off his helmet and rubbed the back of his head. “Stupid branches.” Some people noticed him standing there and he could see that they’d beg for a pic. Right when the fans wanted to snap the photo, Steve noticed a piece of paper flying around. He snatched it out of the gust of wind that had been carrying it.

You’re welcome. Grant Spiral.

“Dumb tourist never clean their trash.” He muttered to himself. He crumbled the paper and gave it to a passerby, asking them to throw it away. He then focussed on giving the fans what they wanted to see, so he flexed all the visible muscles. They were lucky he was taking a break when they saw him, but he’d be sledding down the track in minutes. “Jay!” He heard a manly voice shout behind him. He turned around instinctively, seeing the man who had called out and then seeing the kid called Jay he had called out to. “Why did I even react to that?” He pondered. He shrugged it off as not drinking enough water and began his descent.

[grant-spiraltf]

The Summer Is Magic - Grey

@writer-ofstuff was having a good day at home until an email arrived in his inbox which he never thought he’d get. “FIRED?!” As he read the email, it became clear to him that there was no alternative. “Blah blah budget cuts... Blah blah deeply regret YEAH RIGHT if you ‘deeply regretted it’, then why am I fired!” After rereading it multiple times, Writer had enough. He grabbed his coat and headed out. At least 4 shots later, he finally felt all the worries about the future fall off his shoulders. The (kinda cute) bartender came up to him and told him that the bar was closing and much to his surprise, it was already 4 AM! So he asked the handsome lad for one last beer and his number, which he both received with a wink. He clumsily opened the beer and he was welcomed by an unfamiliar smell. “Hey, did you give me a speciality beer?” The barman smiled and said, “Yep, on the house if you allow me to drive you home” before continuing to clean up. Writer took a swig and immediately felt lightheaded. It was probably the beer mixing with the other drinks, but it felt weird anyway. He took another good look at the label, but it all started to blur so he took another good look at the liquid inside. “Why’s this beer grey? Hello?” He glanced around but the bartender was gone. Suddenly the bottle started to vibrate, grabbing his attention again and when he looked at it again, the bottle found its way back to Writer’s mouth and he started chugging it all. Once it was empty, the bottle vanished and Writer felt like a veil was being pulled over his conscience. He looked around one last time and found the bartender leaning against the wall, only with a completely different (and gorgeous) face. With a few blinks that kept getting slower and slower, Writer finally blacked out.

Colin was absolutely smashed. He bantered with his friends about having “Pirate’s Blood”, but once he got started he really didn’t like stopping. So when his buddy Josh Dallas invited him over for a drinking night because the wife conked out, he planned on going all the way. Luckily Josh had a spare bedroom so he didn’t have to travel afterwards. Last time they did this and Colin prepared to go home he passed out in the hall and Josh let him sleep there, so this time he made sure he had a bed reserved.

After 3 beers Josh’s speech had already started to slur. Although he was quite a big fella, alcohol was Josh’s greatest weakness. Colin had downed twice as much but he was nowhere near as drunk. He started talking about all sorts of things that were sort of TMI, like how Gennifer tended to make him eat her out while he had said that he didn’t enjoy doing it. Luckily Colin was able to swing the conversation back to normal stuff with a little effort. After nearly avoiding a conversation about dick size by swinging it to Josh's new personal trainer via bicep size, something weird happened. Although there was no storm outside, somehow a gust of wind was forceful enough to open a window and blow something inside. Colin couldn't really see what it was and he was about to go take a look when drunk Josh pushed him back into the seat and told him that he got it covered. Josh bent over, nearly falling but somehow managing to stay up and he got back up again with some weird glowing ball in his hands. “Lol, this looks like something from the show haha, a magic orb-” Josh was wheezing from his own joke when it emitted a bolt of lightning that struck him right in the chest. Colin was a little tipsy before but now he was 100% sober again. He rushed towards his fainted friend while the blog exited the building the way it came in.

After a thorough inspection, Josh seemed to be fine. “He probably passed out again. Fuck that means that I have to carry him to his bed.” Colin dreaded this because he nearly threw out his back last time that he had done that. Suddenly Josh opened his eyes and gasped for breath. He frantically looked around for a moment before noticing Colin leaning over him, and his facial expression changed from shock to something that Colin hadn't seen before. He backed off a little so Josh had enough space to get back up, but Josh wrapped his hands around his neck and pulled him closer. Since it was a pretty hard fall it wasn’t weird for Josh to feel weak, and getting zapped sure didn’t help. He tensed his back muscles to give his buddy a solid way to get up, but Josh didn’t get any farther than a foot off the ground. In fact, he just hung around his neck and staring into his eyes like a sloth. Colin was about to say something about how this was kinda gay until he saw that Josh’s eyes were a little more blue than usual. “What the fu-” was all he could say before getting shut up by Josh’s lips.

Colin wanted to push Josh back down and leave, but somehow he couldn’t get himself to do it. The feeling of Josh’s tongue trying to enter his mouth and his heavy breath somehow made him care less about what was happening and just go with the flow. Josh moaned loudly and the breath that came out of his mouth smelled like vanilla, which made Colin’s cock leak precum. This confused him. He felt an insane need for Josh and wanted nothing more than cater to Josh’s every need, but he also was deeply disgusted and wanted to leave immediately. Meanwhile, Josh had started pawing his crotch and tweaking his nipples until Colin couldn’t hold back anymore. He started undoing his pants and grabbed his erect cock, hoping that his lover would suck him off, but when he looked back at Josh he noticed another change in his demeanour. From shock to lust he had gone earlier, but now there was no emotion whatsoever. Josh pushed him back into the couch and Colin hoped that he was gonna dominate him, but to Colin’s surprise Josh stuffed his cock back in his pants, put on his coat and left without saying a word. Since he was extremely erect, Colin decided to jack off to the thought of Josh’s throbbing cock in his mouth. After his fantasy evolved to Josh fucking him in his ass while making out with him, Colin couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore. He came hard and covered his face with his own cum, catching a few ropes in his mouth. He breathed heavily and smelled a familiar vanilla smell.

Colin looked around. “Josh? Are you back? I came without you, but if you give me a minute I’ll be ready for another round!” Colin quickly devoured all of the cum that was on his face and body, but he didn’t find Josh. Instead, he heard the clanking of a bottle hitting wood behind him and he saw a brand new beer bottle standing on the table. “Okay, I know I said the last one was the last one, but I can’t resist an open beer and you know that Josh! So where are you?” He playfully searched the room for his playmate, but he couldn’t find him anywhere so he picked up the bottle. “GS Specialty Beer? Josh where did you get this? I’ve never heard of this brand.” Colin smelled it and loved the vanilla, so he took a chug. Somehow the beer tasted perfect, but it felt kind of slimy in his throat. After two more chugs he was disappointed by a lack of more booze, so he put down the bottle and burped. And he burped again. Soon he was burping so much that it looked like there was something trying to come out of him. It was then that he heard a little voice in his mind, asking him what was happening. Thinking that this was all just a bad trip or something, Colin laid down on his side and closed his eyes.

When Writer woke up, he had no idea where he was or who he was. All he knew that something strange had happened like in the stories he wrote like he now possessed someone. He stood up and was hit immediately by a sharp pain. “Fuck, I hate hangovers.” He grasped his throat and found new muscular hands massaging his unshaven neck. He stood up, still a little dizzy from all the booze, and ran to the mirror, only to find the handsome Colin O’Donoghue staring back at him, fully naked and fully erect. One tug on the sizable cock was enough to not only make him moan but also a voice in his head. “Colin?” “Fuck yeah, stroke that cock.” Writer found his new hands immediately obeying the orders and he started stroking his dick. After minutes of flexing and stroking, he finally blew his load over the mirror. With gusto, he licked it all up and went on with his day.

“Buddy it’s been a month now, you know damn well that when you drink too much, I get stuck with the consequences!” Writer was mad at his host, but Colin knew damn well it wouldn’t take long. Turns out that they would continue losing control to the other every time they went to sleep. Colin knew that he shouldn’t dump his hangovers on his new partner, but at least he now had no downsides to drinking anymore! “Ugh fine, you know I can’t stay mad at you for long. But that means that next time that Josh is gonna fuck us, I’m making sure he’s gonna fuck us so hard that you’ll feel it for the rest of the day. Colin laughed inside. Like that was a punishment!