#poser trunk

[damnwhattaman]

How’s this for a view?!

[justmuscle4u]

Francesco Della Vedova 🇪🇺 🇮🇹

[musclefanboy]

Travis loves convention. Because he gets to meet his fans. Also gets to show off his muscle.

[bigwishes]

I’m sick and tired of the asian stereotypes. Others keep saying that we’re small, short, weak, polite, smart, sexually repressive, submissive and so many more. Can you make me a complete opposite of what people expect from an Asian man as a hypersexualised, hyper grown and hyper masculine piece of bull meat?

I definitely think I can help with that. It sucks when people press assumptions on you, especially if you don't like the assumptions they make so I think its time we shake up your life to make sure the worlds sees you for how you want to be seen.

First lets start with your first wish, to be hypersexualised. I'm sure you already have an obsession for mega muscled beef cakes with little to no brains but lets turn that obsession up to eleven. You find that whenever you see a buff meat head you are instantly hard, and everyone else will notice it too with a new 15 inch dick, but lets not stop there. Once you get hard your body will almost instantly go on auto pilot as you cant help yourself but rub your dick through your pants, adjusting it, sometimes even straight up soft core jerking off in the middle of the gym. An alpha sex and masturbation addict. You just can't help yourself no matter what you try once you get hard you are forced to cum. Trying to ignore it just makes it worse as you'll get so hard and pent up it will almost be painful and your dick will be forced to leak pre until you give it the attention it demands, and you'll need to take care of it at least twelve times a day or else risk immediately cumming in your pants as soon as you get even slightly turned on.

Second, the hyper grown part of your wish. One of my favourites, there is no such thing as too big and you've got no other choice to agree. There is no going back now. We could just go and make you have to wear 4XL shirts and and baggy work out shorts but honestly dudes like that art still too small for my taste.

You find every inch of yourself growing, You slowly get taller and taller until you stand at a freakishly tall 8ft, your already muscled arms swell with extreme size as you feel your biceps and triceps start to compete for space with your over grown chest and lats. The sound of tearing fabric fills the room as you thighs inflate into thick muscled tree trunks. You watch as your feet burst out of your sneakers. Your underwear feels strange and rubbery as it begins to stretch, and you feel your ass get bigger by the second and the fabric of your new rubbery underwear ride up giving you a uncomfortable roid wedgie.

The thing about wanting to be Hyper-Grown means you dwarf even the biggest bodybuilders but a body like that has its limits. 8ft tall and over 500 pounds of muscle the only thing you can wear is uncomfortably tight stage posers.

and leggings so tight it feels like its crushing your dick.

If you want to get naked it'll take a good fifteen to twenty minutes of struggling and wrestling with the skin tight fabric and your extreme size just to get it off yourself.

and now for the final stage of your transformation Hyper masculinity. Say goodbye to clear communication dude as a majority of your vocabulary has been replaced with grunts, groans and moans. You spend more time grunting than speaking some people might mistake you for a cave man. Your blood also boils at the drop of a hat, any guy who even makes a joke about your freakish size you take as a personal challenge, stumping up to him and pressing him against the wall and your roided out body.

Your body starts to sweat, and a raw masculine stench fills the air around you. Even if you cared about washing the sweat off your body it wouldn't work anymore. You love how bad you reek, you love how your stench and sweat communicates to weaker men that you are a fucking beast. You don't clean any machine at the gym after using it, you leave a disgusting sweat puddle over everything like marking your territory.

Your mind starts to feel empty, like you have forgotten how to think, the only things that you seem to remember is you love muscle, getting bigger, flexing, your own sweat and jerking off. Even when dominating a guy smaller than you, you can't help but check yourself out in the mirror and love how big you are and how much bigger you're gonna force yourself to become.

Your head being so empty now means your personality has devolved into nothing more but the word bro, grunting and giggling like a typical gym bro.

But that hyper masculinity you wished for keeps that happy go lucky attitude in check as the slightly thing can set you off and make you go on a roided out rampage.

There we go, all your wishes granted, nobody will ever look at you and think of the typical Asian stereotypes ever again.

Unfortunately I can't stop people from assuming you are nothing more than a stupid sweaty roid bull, but honestly how far away from the truth is that.

[rusalka52]

marauders 70s-80s music headcanons

+complimentary playlist

cw: fluff, a bit of angst for Remus but that’s expected

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A/N: I like 70s-80s music, I like the marauders, why not mix the two? I’ve noted a few bands that the boys would like plus their favourite songs (that I’ve linked to youtube so you can go listen to them) and a small short story regarding their favourite band. The songs on the Spotify playlist range from the 1960s’ to before October 1981 so they’re all canon accurate. Hope you guys enjoy this while I write part 3 to Tell me I’m pretty !!!

Sirius:

-Favourite musicians: he’s the world's biggest poser I'm so sorry to say this. Sex Pistols, Queen, the Ramones, David Bowie, the Cure, Talking Heads, the Clash. He’s a massive Queen fan too. He had an orgasmic reaction when he heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” for the first time, but let’s be honest who didn’t?

-Favourite songs: “Bodies” by the Sex Pistols because it says the word ‘fuck’ a lot and it bothers Walburga. He also loves “I wanna be your dog” by the Stooges because he thinks he’s funny.

-He might be a poser but he’s MY poser. It’s the 31st of August 1977, the last day before the start of his seventh year and coincidentally the last day of the Sex Pistol’s secret tour of the UK. And Sirius was not about to miss it. Before leaving for Plymouth, where the gig was, he made sure to pack his trunk and ensure that James would bring it safely to King’s Cross station the next day and they would meet on platform 93/4. The gig was amazing, exhilarating and the alcohol was definitely flowing. Everything was going as smoothly as it could for a punk concert until the next morning. When Sirius opened his eyes he was greeted by the bright blue English sky, the shining sun and a sharp pain in his lower back. After checking his surroundings he intelligently deduced that he had gotten so drunk he passed out in the middle of a field. Panic starts to set in as he checks his watch and notices that he only has one hour to get to London before the train leaves him behind. Once he finally manages to stand up, ignoring the throbbing headache and the increasing feeling that he’s going to vomit everything he’s consumed the entire summer, he starts rummaging through his backpack praying to any entity that will listen that he did not lose his wand. Luck seemed to be on his side as he still had the wand neatly secured in his bag. He quickly apparates to King’s Cross station and after throwing up for 20 minutes in the bathroom and spending another 10 washing his face and making sure his hair looks sexy and rugged he finally meets the rest of the Marauders in their usual carriage at 10:58 am, 2 minutes before the train is set to leave. His clothes look and smell like actual shit but he doesn’t care, thinks it makes him look more #punk #rock #anarchy. God, I cannot stand him (/affectionately)

~

James:

-Favourite musicians: a bit more old fashioned when it comes to music, big fan of the Beatles, the Doors, the Kinks, Queen, and Nico and the Velvet Underground because they’re Effie’s favourites.

-Favourite song: “Sunny Afternoon” by the Kinks. No further comment. Hums it during class, quidditch practice, while he studies, while getting ready. The rest of the guys cannot stand him anymore, he drives them mad with the constant humming. Lily learns to tolerate it after they get married and little Harry always giggles whenever he hears it.

-One of his earliest childhood memories involves the singer Nico. Being an only child he used to spend hours every day with his mother, Effie, while his father was at work; once he comes back home they practice Quidditch in the back garden of course, little James flying on his practice broom and catching any quaffles Fleamont tosses his way. One Tuesday morning like any other Effie was making pancakes for James (the blueberries positioned in such a way that they formed a smiley face on the plate -the only way that James would even consider eating his fruit). James was sat on one of the kitchen counters drinking some apple juice and watching his mother cook while some muggle song played in the background. She loved to listen to the radio and hum and groove along to whatever song was playing while busy with chores around the house -truly how did those contraptions even work? How were there so many little singers stuck in the small box? Little James would wonder constantly. No matter how many times his father explained electromagnetic waves and radio signals to the 7 year old he would always remain baffled. “Oh dear, I simply adore this song! Come! We must dance!” His mother exclaimed as the radio show host announced the next song: “These Days” by Nico. Effie turns the stovetop off, turns up the volume on the radio and picks up James. As Nico’s melodic voice fills the kitchen, once she starts singing the first verse, Effie hums along, holding James tightly in her arms. After a few seconds she puts him down from her embrace -he is a growing boy after all!- and grabs his small hands twirling him around while he cannot stop giggling. If anyone asks James what happy memory he picked attempting to conjure a corporeal patronus he would talk about that one time in third year when “his Lily-flower” smiled at him, or the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s victory against the Slytherins in their second year, but deep down James knows that him and his mother dancing together in their kitchen when he was 7 is the only memory that will never fail to make him smile.

~

Remus:

-Favourite musicians: Joy Division, David Bowie, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Jefferson Airplane, the Clash and post 1981 the Smiths

-Favourite songs: “Werewolves of London” by Warren Zevon, another jokester like Sirius. He also loves “Queen Bitch” and “Moonage Daydream” by David Bowie. Post ‘81 “I want the one I can’t have” by the Smiths

-Remus was ready to spend the summer holidays of their 3rd year alone. He heard James mention on the train carriage on the way back something about his family spending the summer in Spain, Sirius had written to him saying that he was grounded for the whole month because his mother caught him smoking cigarettes and Peter, he had no clue where that boy disappeared off to. That was until one hot August morning when he heard an owl scratching at his window. Not just any owl, the Pettigrew’s owl! He immediately opened the window letting the clumsy small bird inside. The brown barn owl -her name was Marjorie he was pretty sure- upon seeing the food in Remus’ hand releases the letter from her beak, snacks on some owl treats and immediately flies off. Remus chuckles at the animal and opens the letter which obviously came from Peter seeing as it was written in his chicken scratch handwriting and complete with spelling mistakes.

“Dearest Mooney,

Mummy asked me to invite my freinds over for a sleepover. James is in Spain and Sirius is still grounded. Do you want to come over? 3pm on Monday!! Cant wait to sea you! We can eat snacks and watch films and listen to that new record your mum got you for Chrismas that you've been raving about all year!

I look fourward to seeing you!

Chat later, Pete :D

P.S. sorry if Margie bites, i am still training her…”

Remus instantly got excited when he read the letter and got to writing his response straight away, obviously accepting the invitation to the sleepover (not like he had anything else to do). He truly could not wait to show Peter the Hunky Dory vinyl he got. He immediately packed it in his bag ready to show it off.

Monday finally arrived and the two boys met up, went to buy muggle sweets from the corner store first, and then they walked around town for a bit trying to decide which board game to play; they landed on “Battleship” and that was the first thing they did upon entering Pete’s room. “Hey, Wormtail, can I show you the vinyl now?” Remus asks meekly after the second round of their game ended. “My goodness, Rem! Yes of course, I nearly forgot! Come, follow me to the living room, that's where the record player is!” The two boys sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company, the voice of David Bowie serenading their peaceful moment, which was intermittently interrupted by Peter’s mother offering them cookies or cake or tea or juice. The night ended with the boys quietly sitting in the same living room while a 1 am showing of “The Exorcist” played on the tv screen. The pair ran up to Peter’s room terrified and hid under the covers within 35 minutes of the start of the film.

~

Peter:

-Favourite musicians: ABBA, Blondie, the Beatles and Jefferson Airplane. But mainly ABBA. Has been watching the eurovision song contest every year with his mum. From start to finish, even the semi-finals. He complains about the winners every time, except in ‘74 when ABBA won.

-Favourite songs: all of ABBA’s discography. He truly can’t pick only one favourite. Rip Peter Perrigrew you would have LOVED Mamma Mia! (2008)

-Massive Blondie fan as well and no shame about it. The Potters were hosting the 1978 Halloween party and everyone HAD to show up in costumes otherwise they wouldn’t be welcome. Remus went as David Bowie with the lightning bolt drawn on his face, Sirius thought that a werewolf costume would be the funniest thing in the world, the newlyweds decided on a couple’s costume, James went as Danny and Lily went as Sandy from the film Grease that had come out over the summer. Peter had no idea what to go as. He was between dressing up as either a rat, which could be funny to the people who knew about his animagus form, but really lazy to outsiders, or something classic like vampire or zombie. He was racking his brain trying to come up with something, looking around his messy flat in case inspiration struck when suddenly out of the corner of his eyes he spots Blondie’s new album cover, “Parallel Lines”. Oh, he knew what he had to do.

Usually Peter was one of the first guests to arrive at any party he was invited to, helping the host set the table, fixing any decorations etc. but not this time. This party Peter decided to be “fashionably-late, darling”, as Sirius would put it, a fact that surprised everyone. No one at the party expected the meek and timid Peter Pettigrew to show up in a white mid thigh length dress, matching open-toed heels, a white ribbon around his upper arm, white pearls, courtesy of his loving but slightly confused mother, topped off with a blonde and black wig. James was quick to snap a picture of the moment, calling Peter affectionately “Debbie Harry’s fat cousin.”

[damnwhattaman]

Vascular

[justmuscle4u]

Mohammed Murshed - محمد مرشد 🇮🇶

[growinglou]

Have you given up wearing underwear and only wear posing trunks now as the only thing that can fit?

Haha it would be fun todo that and now and then I have worn Posers out and about

But they can be more uncomfortable as my huge glutes eat them as I walk and ride up

[bigmusclenm]

Sweet Gains - Part 7

[Story Collection] | [Part 6] [●] ✅

Liam and Aiden managed to reach Aiden’s car parked in a nearby alley without anyone noticing them. Aiden owned a large SUV, but their size still represented a challenge in their runaway plan. Aiden was a mountain of muscle, well over 600 pounds, with broader-than-door shoulders, tree trunk arms, massive pillow pecs, enormous thighs, bulging calves, and a massive muscular butt. His 2-foot-long dick was fully-hard, and his balls churned full of cum. He wasn’t immobile anymore, but he was far from being of average size.

“The only option is sneaking into the backseat. If I get in the passenger’s seat, it’ll be a tight fit for you,” Aiden said, looking at Liam’s body up and down. “You look amazing, by the way.” Aiden couldn’t help but add.

“Uh? I…” Liam finally looked down at his own body. He was still taller than Aiden but not as thick. Liam estimated his weight to be around 350 pounds. He looked like a world-class bodybuilder but with additional assets that would never allow him to wear the tiny posers that bodybuilders usually wear.

Liam moved his hands to his pecs and grabbed the massive slabs of meat. His pecs were so thick that his nipples pointed downward, also casting a shadow over his chiseled abs. Liam marveled at his detailed deltoids, massive biceps, and thick forearms. Then, looking down at his lower body, his eyes widened even more as he noticed his 16-inch-long, thick dick pointing up over full balls that looked as big as grapefruits.

“See? We all got benefits from this situation,” Aiden said, reaching forward to stroke Liam’s dick.

“Man, my apartment is destroyed! How is that a benefit?” Liam said, but as Aiden rubbed his dick, he couldn’t help but moan.

“You can stay in my cabin. You won’t need to pay for rent anymore, and we get to be together,” Aiden said, pulling Liam closer to push their bodies together. “Also… You started this all, so you can’t complain.”

Liam’s breathing became shallow as he felt Aiden’s massive muscles against him. He knew Aiden was right, but the anxious part of his mind couldn’t stop thinking about his apartment. The ocean of cum and milk, the hole in the wall, the flooding of the streets—everything was surreal, and the more Liam thought about it, the less he believed it was true. However, Aiden stood right before his eyes with muscles beyond Liam’s wildest dreams.

“We gotta go. They said this shrinking stuff won’t last for long,” Liam said, moving away from Aiden and opening the car’s door to help him get in. “You’ll fit without much trouble.”

Aiden grinned and rolled his eyes. Even though he had experienced the most intense growth, orgasm, and shrinking ever, he couldn’t help but lust over Liam’s body and long to have more fun with him. Aiden stood by the car and attempted to get in the back seat, unable to get his shoulders through the door. He tried again, sideways this time, but between his back and bulging pecs, it was still hard. His hard dick and big balls weren’t helping because it was uncomfortable for him to move his legs with his big genitals on the way.

Aiden took a deep breath, struggling to contain his laughter because he never thought he would face such a challenge. He had spent years building his well-defined muscles, but they couldn’t compare to his current size. He had dreamt about getting as big as heavyweight bodybuilders, but his body was far more muscular than any bodybuilder he had seen.

While Aiden struggled to get in the car, Liam’s anxiety escalated because he was worried about people seeing them naked on the streets. Even then, he couldn’t help but feel aroused as he saw Aiden’s muscles in action. Every inch of his body bulged and fought for space while the big guy fit his upper body in, leaving his thick legs and massive balls out. Liam couldn’t help but chuckle and approached Aiden to push against his ass and balls to help him.

“Hmm, that feels nice,” Aiden playfully said.

“Bro, I’m serious. We gotta go,” Liam said, pretending to be worried, but he was loving the feeling of Aiden’s massive ass against his body.

Aiden laughed as the rest of his body got into the car, and Liam slapped his ass hard before closing the door. He slowly turned and got in a comfortable position, as much as he could, while Liam ran around the car to get into the driver’s seat. Even though Liam wasn’t as big as Aiden, it still took him about a minute to get behind the wheel in a comfortable enough position. Liam felt clumsy, but it was due to his muscles limiting his range of motion.

“Okay. Where do I go?” Liam asked, turning the engine on and looking at Aiden’s smiley face in the rearview mirror.

“Just drive north. The cabin is about 20 minutes away,” Aiden said as he turned on his seat again, groaning like he was trying to get into a certain position.

Liam nodded and started driving, following Aiden’s indications. The car was silent most of the trip because Liam’s mind was flooded with memories of his destroyed apartment. He wondered if he could ever go back there and have a regular life, but looking at Aiden’s handsome face in the rearview mirror again made him chuckle and realize he didn’t want a regular life anymore.

Aiden continued turning as he groaned in the backseat. Liam thought he looked cute, but when he saw the enormous muscles flexing and relaxing with each move, cute came short to describe the magnificent body.

“Keep your eyes on the road. Don’t mind me back here,” Aiden said, finally relaxing after moving so much. Liam nodded and continued driving. He estimated they were halfway to the cabin, and even though he was worried, he was also excited.

“How does it feel?” Liam asked, not looking at the mirror to focus on the road.

“What?” Aiden responded as he started slightly moving again.

“Being so big. The immobility. All the milk, the cum, and everything else. You were gigantic,” Liam asked, feeling his 16-inch dick throbbing below the wheel.

“Oh. It’s hard to explain. I felt so powerful, and the sensation was even better when I couldn’t move. I could feel every single inch of my body, even though I couldn’t see past my pecs. I loved when you climbed up my body and when you rubbed your whole body against my dick. Fuck, that was hot,” Aiden said, feeling his dick throb violently against the back of Liam’s seat.

“Oh… Was that your knee or something? I can push the seat forward if you want,” Liam kindly said, and Aiden chuckled.

“It wasn’t my knee. It was a body part that I can’t seem to control anymore,” Aiden playfully said as his dick throbbed again, hitting Liam’s seat even harder. “Also... don’t get scared if you feel something sticky getting around your feet. Thinking about you against my dick is making me leak again, and, fuck, it feels nice.”

“What?! What do you mean?” Liam said, stopping the car and looking down at his feet, where a pudge of white, sticky cum was coming from beneath the seat. “You gotta be kidding me! You flooded the whole block, and you still have more?” Liam said, turning around to see Aiden. Liam’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Told you, I can’t control it,” Aiden responded as Liam tried to process the scene.

Aiden had one muffin in each hand, and considering the crumbs over his massive pecs, he had already eaten a few. He had a box with the Big Boy’s Bakery logo on it, like the boxes that led to the destruction of Liam’s apartment. The box was already empty. Liam estimated Aiden had eaten ten muffins, and the two in his hand completed the dozen that fit in the box.

“What are you doing? Where did you get that from?” Liam asked, scared and amused.

“I left the box here when I went to your apartment. It was for later, but my visit was longer than I expected. I didn’t know if the muffins were still good, but they’re perfect. Yummy as always,” Aiden said as he gave one muffin a large bite, soon followed by two more, and the muffin was gone.

“What are these muffins for? What if you grow again before we get to the cabin?” Liam said, watching in awe as Aiden devoured the last muffin.

“I don’t remember their name. It was something like, Oh, Mighty Muffins. I think they make all the muscles grow,” Aiden said, smiling and playfully bouncing his pecs to a shocked Liam. “I’m about to grow again anyway, so why not make it more interesting?”

Aiden bounced his pecs, and Liam noticed they looked plumper and fuller with each flex. Then he saw Aiden’s shoulders broadening in the back seat, taking up more room and filling up the tiny available space. Aiden started moaning, and Liam didn’t know if he should continue driving or if he should get out of the car and escape.

“Fuck!” Liam shouted as he felt Aiden’s dick hitting the seat again, even harder this time, and his balls visibly filled up with cum. The pool of cum beneath the seat grew, and Aiden started moaning, high on pleasure.

Aiden stretched slightly, the seat’s leather groaning under his expanding body. He flexed his basketball-sized biceps as a loud roar escaped his lips. This sound sent shivers down Liam’s back because he remembered the flooding of his apartment and how Aiden had lost control of his body.

“This feels incredible! Even better than before,” Aiden said, his voice deep and resonant.

A tremor ran through Aiden’s body, making him close his eyes to savor the sensation. His muscles continued slowly expanding. His deltoids expanded like inflating balloons, quickly reaching the car’s inner walls. His traps rose higher, engulfing his neck and head and merging with the ever-growing mountains of his shoulders.

Liam struggled to focus on the road as he could hear the leather of the backseat creaking. The car felt heavier, so he had to step harder on the gas pedal. Liam looked down and saw more cum covering the floor. However, as worried and scared as he was, his hard dick throbbed due to his arousal. He couldn’t deny that a growing Aiden turned him on more than anything else.

Aiden’s chest surged forward, each pectoral muscle growing to the size of a small boulder, obscuring his perfectly sculpted abs. His nipples started getting engorged, and a small flow of milk escaped them, landing on his massive thighs, which thickened, forcing his legs to spread wide. Then Aiden felt his dick getting longer and thicker as his balls grew from basketballs to beach balls in a blink. He started to feel cramped in the backseat, but the sensation was too fantastic, so he wanted it to continue.

“How are you feeling back there? Are you okay?” Liam asked, glancing nervously at the rapidly expanding titan in the backseat.

Aiden chuckled as he felt his dick throbbing hard. “Better than okay. It feels amazing!” While he moaned, Aiden managed to move his dick from behind Liam’s seat to place it between the front seats of the car, with the leaking head of his dick right by Liam’s side.

“Dude! You’re going to ruin your own car!” Liam shouted, absentmindedly reaching for Aiden’s dick to rub it.

“Hmm, who cares? It’s not like I can drive it anymore,” Aiden said, enjoying Liam’s touch. “Keep going. Make me cum. My balls are getting so full. I won’t make it to the cabin.” Aiden tilted his head back as much as he could due to his traps locking his head.

Aiden’s growth continued. His arms, now thicker than most men’s waists, flexed involuntarily, causing his biceps to peak impressively, with thick veins snaking over them. His forearms soon followed, bulging and thickening beyond Aiden’s wildest dreams. His back spread wider, his lats flaring out like wings, pressing against the sides of the SUV. His quads, resembling overinflated tires, strained against the confines of the seat, and his calves were swelling to match the monumental growth of his upper body.

The vehicle, sturdy as it was, began to creak in protest, the suspension groaning under the increasing weight. Aiden’s growth showed no signs of slowing, and each muscle group fought for space.

“We’re almost there, right? We must be close by now,” Liam nervously said, looking back at Aiden, who now took up the whole space in the backseat.

“Yeah. We must be able to see the cabin and the lake in a few seconds,” Aiden said between moans as Liam finally saw the cabin on the horizon. However, Liam didn’t know if the cabin was a proper word to describe the building because it was bigger than most houses but surrounded by nature and a lake, so the word still fit.

The SUV finally pulled up to the secluded cabin. Liam parked and turned to face Aiden, who looked trapped inside the car. “Let’s get you out before you destroy the car like you destroyed my apartment,” Liam said, making Aiden chuckle and nod.

Aiden’s movements were slow. As he shifted, the SUV rocked slightly, and with an audible groan, the vehicle’s metal frame began to give way under his immense bulk. The door, designed for average human proportions, now seemed impossible for him to get out of.

Before Liam could open the doors, Aiden felt his triceps flaring and thickening further against the door, making the metal bend outward. His biceps swelled with each movement, dwarfing even the biggest bodybuilder’s wildest dreams. As his chest surged outward, pushing against the front seats of the car, Aiden started groaning as he felt uncomfortably cramped. Liam rushed to the back, thinking about how to help, and the only thing he could try was opening the door and pushing against Aiden’s massive body.

“So tight, everything’s so tight,” Aiden groaned, feeling his pecs pushing the front seats forward with their immense bulk.

Aiden groaned louder as his body expanded even more, making him more uncomfortable, but then, with another surge of growth, the door frame and the roof bent outward, and Aiden managed to wedge himself free, slowly stepping out of the SUV. The car rocked back into place, now visibly warped and relieved of the titanic burden.

As Aiden stood before Liam’s wide eyes, his muscles continued to grow, expanding and thickening with each passing second. The handsome colossus laughed and flexed his muscles as best as possible since he quickly approached immobility. As he began to walk toward the cabin, each step was a careful movement; his legs brushed against each other, limiting his range of motion. His arms, now enormous pillars of strength, hung away from his body, the biceps, triceps, and lats too large to allow them to rest naturally at his sides.

His chest expanded further, the pectoral muscles pushing out several feet in front of him. His back muscles, from the traps to the lats and lower back, looked like a powerful wall of marble, each movement causing waves of muscle to ripple beneath his skin. His massive ass looked like beach balls, hypnotically moving with each step he took. His yoga-ball-sized balls reached almost to the ground, and his 6-foot-long dick stood tall, reaching above his head while releasing a river of pre-cum that left a white, creamy trail behind him.

Liam ran to open the cabin’s double doors and marveled as Aiden struggled to fit through them. Once inside, the space seemed to shrink around Aiden’s enormous body, his muscles fighting for space even in the open interior. The place was huge; only the living room was about 20 feet wide, and the kitchen was almost as big.

“Welcome. Get comfortable and enjoy the show,” Aiden said as he collapsed on a huge couch, which immediately broke under his immense weight. “I think we made it just in time.”

Liam stood away, marveling at Aiden’s muscles bulging outward. Aiden’s moans grew louder, and his body expanded faster than inside the car. Liam realized that his recent growth spurt was only the effect of the muffins, but now he was growing back because the shrinking formula was wearing off.

Aiden’s pecs grew enormous in a blink, pushing about 10 feet in front of his torso and as broad as the whole living room. His nipples grew larger and looked engorged. Just as it had happened in the apartment, a constant river of milk started pouring out, instantly forming a white pool around him. Aiden tried to reach for his pecs to rub them because they were extremely full, but his massive biceps didn’t let him.

“So full! So incredibly full!” Aiden groaned and moaned loudly, prompting Liam to approach and massage Aiden’s pecs.

Then, Aiden’s shoulders broadened, soon getting slightly broader than his pecs, taking over most of the space in the living room. His traps and back muscles grew higher, forming a mighty wall of muscles around and behind Aiden’s handsome face. His arms inflated like air balloons, fighting for space with his enormous lats, which spread magnificently. His upper body alone looked bigger than Aiden’s wrecked car.

His legs thickened, and his ass grew enormous, pushing Aiden higher and giving him extra support to handle his weight while sitting on the destroyed couch. His calves were thicker than a heavyweight bodybuilder’s torsos. Each muscle group bulged so enormously that Aiden could barely move an inch.

Liam was speechless while Aiden continued to grow, much bigger than before, turning Liam more than ever before. Since Aiden’s body was so big, Liam climbed up to stand on his lap while Aiden’s dick and balls started expanding faster than the rest of his body. His dick grew to 20 feet long in a blink, quickly pushing 30 feet long without signs of stopping. His balls expanded and filled up the few free spaces left in the whole place. Aiden’s body took the living room and grew into the dining room and part of the kitchen.

By the time the growth stopped, Aiden’s hard dick was 50 feet long, pushing against the opposite wall and the roof. His balls spread across the room, 15 feet wide each and about 8 feet tall. Liam’s mouth watered, and even though he was worried about a lot of things, he jumped over Aiden’s enormous dick and stroked it with his arms. Aiden started moaning as the flow of pre-cum intensified, and the rivers of milk coming out of his nipples got thicker.

“We should call Chris and Sam,” Liam said, without really meaning it.

“Where’s your phone?” Aiden asked between moans.

“I don’t know. Where’s yours?” Liam replied.

“Who cares?” Aiden moaned louder as Liam moved closer to the head of his dick.

“Let’s worry about them later then,” Liam said, tightly hugging the head of Aiden’s dick, making it shoot a massive glob of pre-cum, which was quickly flooding the cabin.

“Yeah. Just keep going. Make me cum. My balls are so full,” Aiden said, feeling his balls tightening as they produced even more cum, much faster.

Aiden’s pre-cum leak intensified, prompting Liam to lick the dick slit to taste Aiden’s cum. Liam expected a salty taste like regular cum, but as he swallowed Aiden’s pre-cum, he realized it was sweet. Liam got lost in the tasteful pre-cum, teasing Aiden’s dick even more and taking him to the verge of a massive orgasm.

Liam thought about his apartment and the Big Boy’s Bakery owners, but as he felt Aiden’s dick throbbing hard and a massive tsunami of cum came out of his slit, Liam decided he could worry about that another day. He only wanted to enjoy his massively muscular former trainer and the sweet, creamy cum that he provided limitlessly. The cum and milk flooded the cabin in a few minutes and leaked outside through the double doors, flowing across the land and soon reaching the lake.

“I’ll never get tired of this sweet, tasteful cream,” Liam managed to say, taking a short break before continuing to drink Aiden’s cum and feeling his muscles slowly expanding.

“I don’t think I can ever stop cumming, so you can keep drinking forever. But don’t forget about my pecs; they’re so full,” Aiden said, moaning and enjoying the sensation of Liam’s “tiny” body hugging his dick. As big as he was, he couldn’t stop thinking about all the desserts on the Big Boy’s Bakery counter, hoping they would get him even bigger.

The End?

[bigwishes]

(congrats on 5k!!) WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!

BONUS ROUND!!! (felt generous and what better way to celebrate 5k than to write 5 stories!!)

As soon as you pressed send you felt a small zap from your phone onto your finger. You watched as you fingertip started to swell, then you hand began to swell, getting meatier and more muscled, it followed up your arm beefing you up and making you look ridiculous with one giant arm, soon it travelled into your pecs and began to spread out from there, you other arm swelled with size, you abs hardened, you waist shrunk in as your shoulders widened. You ass filled with muscle turning into a sculpted muscle but and your thighs became huge tree trunks.

You watches as all your stretched out clothing began to move like goo, melting downwards to your waist forming a shiny black poser, it fit perfectly, at least for the first few seconds. It started to feel tighter and tighter each second until a mildly uncomfortable wedgie formed. You tried to pick it out but your muscles were too big to let you reach around to the string inbetween your ass cheeks. Suddenly mild discomfort became extreme as the poser shrank once more and began to crush your man hood.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!" you moaned out feeling the tight poser crush your waist and dick. You tried to get your fingers under the waist band and pull them off but it was held on you tighter than your skin. There was no taking it off.

Enjoying being extremely huge in an extremely painfully tight poser big guy....

[bigfan1811]

Honestly, the original Z Broly devalued Super Saiyan WAAYYYY more than Goten, Trunks and the universe 6 Saiyans. The whole Namek arc was centered around Goku fulfilling the prophecy of the Super Saiyan, and it was really well built up (there’s a good video out there talking about the good writing of the super saiyan prophecy).

But then Z Broly goes “actually the prophecy was about me, Goku’s just a lame stupid poser”. IMO that’s way more egregious than Goten and Trunks learning Super Saiyan at a young age.

[velvetvexations]

(seems like the ask i sent last time about this didnt go through but apologies if it did) kink confession. i finally found a fetish i am into that is embarrassing to admit for non-"problematic" reasons and its fucking. wedgies. whyyyyy. in hindsight i should have seen this coming because i have vague memories of making shitty wedgie art as a kid because of that signature funny feeling about it but apparently i fully locked away those memories lol. its even funnier because i usually get squicked out by regular degradation/humiliation/pain stuff but i guess this specifically is fine for some reason? its also one of those ones where i prefer it completely removed from any fantasy where i am actually involved so maybe thats why (ace and not particularly interested in actual sex. you might remember me from one or more of the forcemasc anons a while back lol)

I've gotten a few wedgie anons before so you're definitely not alone. It's one of my earliest kinks tbh even though it's not something I think about much now. But like, when I was a kid, and I watched the episode of The Amanda Show where the lady doctor gets a wedgie? That had an impact on me.

Checking in on someone who used to draw a lot of forcefem and seeing a brand new "Pronouns: She/Her" on her page made me unexpectedly happy. Not because becoming a woman is necessarily an improvement, but finding out a part of yourself through artistic expression is always wonderful. Happy for her :) (idk why I wanted to share with you specifically but I think you're super cool so it was probably that)

Yeah, that's awesome!

Cleaning dream anon here: what’s your fee for a cleaner? By which I obviously mean how much do I need to pay you to be allowed to scrub your floors with my tits shaking and lick your toilet clean and only be allowed a break when you have gas or need a punching bag?

As much as you can pay, obviously.

Im the non sexual doscomfort anon and i need you to know that you calling me ‘the mark’ made me loterally whimper, out loud, very pathetixally. And then let my sinner go cold before eating it because it seemes like you would apprectaite that.

lmao sometimes "the sub" just doesn't sound right you know

i "discovered" a new kink of mine thanks to some anons a while back: forcefamily. being lured into a couples car because they asked you to help load their groceries but, oh no, looks like they left their keys up front and the only way in is through the trunk. so you crawl in and... click! welcome to the family, kiddo!

that sounds like it'd be a horror movie from the past ten years that I hate but everyone else calls groundbreaking

to the anon who sent a message about not being into bimbofication but into being a creepy loser girl: I hope you know that bimbo x loser as you described is gonna be my warm up project for when I buckle down to write soon

content!

Forcefem was very unpopular and considered transmisogynistic just years ago by popular tumblr. It's even considered that way now if it's called 'sissy' or 'sissification' kink. That it's now being considered woke is very silly to me, but at least people aren't getting into fights over it anymore (<- irony)

If I were a pretentious fuckwit like some of the forcefem girlies on this site I'd say sissification is the good kind and everyone else is into some real poser ass lame bullshit but since I'm Cool and Nice I'm just like yeah everyone can enjoy what they like.

Whenever life gets hard I remind myself that I have beatable udders and no self esteem and therefore Velvet would find a use for me

I sure would anon.

every now and then (though, admittedly, it happens rarely), i see transmasc transformation comics/sequences being reposted with the posters jumbling up the pictures in reverse order or just claiming it's read from right to left so it's a male to female TF comic instead and also denying that it's female to male and i'm like ??? there's twenty male to female TF comics for every female to male TF, like, you (in general, not you as a person) don't have to do that, there's so much content for you :/ it also happens with a bunch of kinks that have a bit more of a female character focus, but i just noticed it here again

that reminds me when my favorite kink artist (Octoboy) was objecting to having art he made edited to be about girls since he made content specifically intending to fill niches for people who liked boys

Octoboy's art is actually responsible for about 80% of me liking boys lmao I was so so lucky to get a commission from him a decade or more ago when he was still fairly cheap because he deservedly charges way more now

[theangelwithawand]

Good Omens Incorrect Quotes Part 3:

Once again, I did not come up with these, I just have quote generator access…

Crowley : I'm having problems with a guy...

Anathema : Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

*

Crowley : Who the fuck-

Aziraphale : Language!

Crowley : Whom the fuck-

Aziraphale : No.

*

Aziraphale and Crowley : I believe in you, Adam!

Adam, to themself: God, I must suck. The nicest thing they can think to say to me is that they don’t doubt my existence.

*

Aziraphale : There are some things beyond our understanding. We must accept them and learn from them. Because these moments of crisis are also potential moments of faith. A time, when we either come together or fall apart. Nature always has a way of balancing itself. The only question is, what part will we play?

Crowley : Did you just make that up?

Aziraphale : No. I read it in a fortune cookie once.

Crowley :

Aziraphale : A really long fortune cookie.

*

Crowley: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

*

Aziraphale, texting Crowley: Text me when you’re home safely.

Crowley: I’m home dangerously.

Aziraphale: Stop it.

Crowley: I’m home lethally.

*

Gabriel : Pardon the intrusion, but-

Aziraphale or Crowley: On this moment or just my life in general?

*

Aziraphale: Why shouldn't you put a toaster in a bathtub full of water?

Crowley: Because your toast would get soggy!

*

Aziraphale: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!

Crowley: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

*

Crowley, at Nina’s: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots.

Mrs. Sandwich, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

*

Crowley, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

*

Aziraphale: I have very high standards, you know.

Crowley: I can make spaghetti...

Aziraphale: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

*

Crowley: You can do it Adam!

Crowley: But if you can't, at least your death will be quick, painless, and really cool to watch.

*

Crowley: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Aziraphale: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Crowley: God?!

*

Crowley: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Aziraphale:

Crowley: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Aziraphale: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&M’s.

*

Aziraphale: Is five a lot of followers?

Crowley: Depends on the context.

Crowley: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers.

Crowley: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

*

Crowley : You know what’s funny about Aziraphale ? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

*

Crowley : Are you busy?

Aziraphale : Yes.

Crowley : Cool, listen to this...

*

Aziraphale or Nina: How would you like your coffee?

Crowley: As dark as my soul.

Aziraphale or Nina: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

*

Crowley : I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers.

Aziraphale: Crowley, for the last time, we’re at a funeral.

*

Aziraphale: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?

Crowley, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

*

Crowley : *trying to get five seconds of sleep*

Aziraphale, poking Crowley ’s arm: Crowley Crowley . Crowley . Crowley .

Crowley : WHAT?

Aziraphale : …We’re out of Capri Suns—

*

Crowley : Valentines Day? I'm ready. *Sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on themselves*

*

Crowley : *makes Aziraphale a cup of tea but puts salt in it*

Aziraphale : *sips tea*

Crowley :

Aziraphale : *finishes tea*

Crowley : Didn't it taste bad?

Aziraphale : Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Crowley, tearing up: Oh, okay.

*

Aziraphale : How petty can you get?

Crowley : I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

*

Aziraphale : Crowley, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Crowley : Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

*

Crowley, to The Squad: You should change your passwords to “incorrect”. Then, every time you forget it, the system will remind you, “your password is incorrect”.

*

Aziraphale : Not to brag, but I can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying.

*

Crowley : I wanna sleep for 40 hours.

Aziraphale : You know that's called a coma, right?

Crowley :

Crowley : That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

*

Aziraphale : Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Crowley : I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid.

Aziraphale : But you’re always acting stupid?

Crowley : ...

Crowley : Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

*

Muriel : Hey, aren’t you Aziraphale ?

Aziraphale : You a cop?

Muriel : No.

Aziraphale : Then yes, I am.

*

Aziraphale : Crowley ! Have you no dignity?

Crowley : Of course not! How long have we known each other?

*

Aziraphale : What are you drinking?

Crowley : Vodka.

Aziraphale : Straight?

Crowley : No, gay. Why?

*

Aziraphale : So you like cats?

Crowley : Yeah.

Aziraphale : *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

*

Cop: You ran a red light.

Crowley : So did you, hypocrite.

Cop: I was following you.

Crowley : That was dumb, I'm a terrible driver.

Cop: Get out.

*

Aziraphale : What is the one thing I told you not to do?

Crowley : Burn the house down.

Aziraphale : And what did you do?

Crowley : I made dinner.

Aziraphale :

Crowley :

Aziraphale :

Crowley : And burnt the house down.

*

Aziraphale : Do you need help getting up?

Crowley : Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

*

Crowley : Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

*

Anathema: At first I thought you were foolish and incompetent.

Crowley : My apologies for whatever misstep I may have taken to dispel that impression. It was an honest mistake, I swear.

*

Aziraphale to Crowley : Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Aziraphale : What are you doing?

Crowley , trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

*

Gabriel: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Crowley: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

[justmuscle4u]

Jorge Caceres Franco 🇨🇴

[perpetuallylate1890]

A short Bill fic!

Just a Little Arson

As far as pawns went, Stanford was as good as it got. After some buttering up, good ol’ Fordsy had played right into Bill’s hands, abandoning all other projects to work on the portal. The sucker had even handed Bill free rein of his mind and body.

Stanford Filbrick Pines was the perfect man for the job, but not all was well in paradise. Yesterday, one of the gnomes had let slip about their little library, tucked away in the enchanted woods and watched over by the Shmebulocks. 

Ford, massive nerd that he was, wanted to investigate. It would’ve been cute if it weren’t for the contents of the library: Bill knew it contained numerous unfavorable, though not undeserved, descriptions of himself. The last thing he needed was his puppet growing wise, so as Sixer dropped off into sleep, Bill resolved to do something about it.

The possession was easy. Bill settled into Ford’s body, wiggling his fingers and toes. He blinked his eyes one at a time. Blah, the two eyes were still disorientating. Even worse was the weight of gravity, dragging him down. When he took control, he was chucking that first.

Grasping a chair for balance, he staggered to his feet. Walking took some getting used to, as did his inability to pass through walls. And breathing was just hilarious. Apparently, you had to keep breathing to keep your meatsack conscious. Only made that mistake once!

He staggered towards the elevator like a drunken ragdoll. Of course, he managed to get Ford’s long coat trapped in the elevator doors. Bill was always telling Sixer to ditch the jacket, but did he listen? Noooo. After extricating himself, Bill retrieved the car keys and stepped into the warm summer evening. He’d never driven before, but how hard could it possibly be?

After two minor crashes and a close call with a tree, Bill started to get the hang of things. The big pedal was the brake, or was it the small one? Man, he could barely see out of these stupid human eyes. Something darted into the road, and the tired thudded as they passed over it. Whoops.

In the dark, he nearly missed the turn. Cursing in R’lyehian, he plowed the car through the underbrush. Metal shrieked as boulders scraped the undercarriage. Sixer was not gonna be happy about this. 

The dirt road extended into the blackness ahead. Bill followed it for a spell, then dumped the car by a ditch. He clambered out of the driver’s seat, cracking his knuckles, and popped the trunk. Inside lay a gascan and a matchbook. He seized both and headed off into the woods.

The enchanted part of the forest was a short walk away. He passed by the unicorn grove–eugh, now those guys were real posers–and entered the gnome’s territory. Warm light spilled from homes carved into tree trunks. Deer grazed in the sidelines, ears pricked. Snores rolled from the dimly-lit tavern. 

Bill remained out of sight, in the shadows away from windows. The few gnomes he saw were utterly wasted. Finally, he reached a towering red cedar in the center of the town. It dwarfed the surrounding trees, swaying in the nighttime breeze. This tree was centuries old, and had served as the Shmebulocks’ library for generations. 

He snatched the key from a fake rock (seriously, those things were completely useless) and let himself in, lighting a match. The inside of the cedar was a vast, hollowed-out space, every surface lined with bookshelves. They stretched into the shadows above, accessible by ladders on wheels. A spiralling staircase followed the walls to the ground some thirty feet below. 

Bill paused to scoff at the bookcases. Centuries of knowledge, but they couldn’t hold a candle to his eons of existence. Really, it was pathetic they even tried. Stanford was just like the Shmebulocks, reaching for the stars, striving for the unknowable. Sooner or later he was gonna get burned. 

Bill sloshed gasoline onto all of the bookcases, breathing in that wonderful smell. He tipped the can over his head to get the last few drops. Nothing like a good chemical burn to the delicate tissues!

Cackling, he tossed the empty gascan behind him. Time for his favorite part. He retrieved a match, struck it, and tossed it with a flourish into the waiting shadows. It caught instantly. Flames licked up the bookshelves, filling the library with delicious heat. Bill laughed, palms outstretched to catch the sparks.

Book covers peeled into thin strips. Paper curled and charred. Smoke filled the space with a thick, cloying fog.

Meanwhile, the fire loomed dangerously close, reaching for Bill with greedy fingers. He stuck in a hand and laughed at the pain. Come to think of it, his body hurt all over. Blistered skin, streaming eyes, struggling lungs… wait, humans couldn’t survive being burnt to a crisp? Since when was that a thing? 

Bill hustled up the stairs, wheezing, as the fire roared beneath him. His puny lungs were closing up. He tripped once, twice, before spilling out the door to suck in clean oxygen. 

Cool night air washed over his body. His ankles, however, were abnormally warm. He glanced down to see the coat going up in flames. Curse Stanford and his fashion choices! Bill swatted unsuccessfully at the fire, gave up, and chucked the coat down the stairs. As he caught his breath, he heard sirens and frightened chatter. Right, time to scram.

Bill bolted off into the woods. Before he could get far, he took a branch to the stomach and went sprawling. He sputtered for air, head spinning. Distantly, he registered flashing blue and red lights, painfully bright and growing closer. Crap.

“Hey, you!” called a voice. “Hands where I can see ’em!” A gnome scurried towards him, accompanied by a siren-bedecked deer. Okay, he was alone. Bill could work with this.

He affected a casual posture, patting down his smoking clothes. “Hiya, officer! What seems to be the problem?”

“A fire broke out in the library.” The gnome adjusted his belt. “Nothing wrong with the occasional book-burning, but the law’s the law.” He glared at Bill. “You wouldn’t know anything about it, wouldja?”

Bill grinned toothily. “No, officer. I have literally no idea how that fire started.”

“Is that so.”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said. “But your superiors won’t see it that way! They’re just not the understanding type!” He loomed over the gnome, lips peeled in a smile. “Howzabout we keep this between us? They don’t need to know about me, and they definitely don’t need to know about your little butterfly habit.”

The gnome’s eyes widened in terror. Oh yeah, Bill had him now. “That sound like a deal, buddy?”

Silently, the gnome nodded. 

“Good. Nice chatting with ya!” He tipped a nonexistent hat and left the officer staring into nothing. 

The trek back to the car was uneventful. Bill skirted past gnomes, unnoticed, until the noise faded behind him. Exhaustion weighed his meatsack down. (Already? He’d just committed a little arson!) Stumbling over roots, he made his way to the road, only to discover the car had taken a nosedive into the ditch. 

Bill groaned. Of course he’d forgotten the parking brake. Looks like he was walking back. 

Stanford woke to a litany of pain. His throat ached. His palms throbbed. His legs were sore, as if he’d run a marathon in his sleep. Knowing Bill, it was entirely possible.

He fumbled for his glasses, which were smudged with soot. He inhaled deeply. Why did his clothes smell of smoke and gasoline? And where had his coat gone? He rolled out of bed, dreading what he might find downstairs.

The kitchen was in shambles. Shattered windows, charred cabinets, crisped curtains. At the epicenter of the destruction stood the toaster, which Ford had once accused of inefficient heating. It now appeared to be equipped with weapons-grade flamethrowers. A sloppy handwritten note was tacked to the side: “FIXED IT.”

Ford rubbed his hands over his eyes. So this explained the burns, the bruises, and the sore throat–but what had caused the sore legs? And why had Bill deemed it appropriate to “fix” a toaster with weapons of war? Ford sighed. Sometimes, Bill’s lack of insight was profusely irritating. This required coffee.

He went to make a cup, just to realize the coffee maker had been blown to smithereens. A trip to the local diner, then. This, too, was thwarted when a glance out the window showed an empty driveway.

Ford sighed again. He would have to find a way to explain this to Fiddleford. As soon as he figured out where his car had gone.