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todays-xkcd · 4 months ago

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Hint: If you ever encounter this puzzle in a crossword app, just [term for someone with a competitive and high-achieving personality].

A Crossword Puzzle [Explained]

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[A square 15x15 crossword puzzle is shown. Only 21 of the 225 squares are black. The black squares are in a pattern that are 180 degree rotationally symmetrical. Three black squares down from the 11th column and similarly three black squares up from the 5th column. Three black squares out from the right in row 7 and then two more black squares diagonally up from the end. Similarly three black squares out from the left in row 9 with two more black squares diagonally down from the end. A single black square is three above the first black square on the diagonal going down to the right and similarly there is a black square three under the first of the diagonal squares going down to the left. (Row 6 column 12 and Row 10 column 4). Finally there are three black squares on a diagonal crossing over the central point by going up from the left through the central point (Row 8 column 8). There are numbers at the top of every column (except the one that is a black square) and similarly at the left edge of all rows (except the one that is a black square). There are also numbers at the bottom of every black segment (except the one that reaches the bottom) and all rows after black segments except the one that reaches the right edge. In total all numbers from 1 to 51 is written. They are written in reading order from 1 to 51.]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

[Below the square there are two rows of clues for each number that belongs to across (rows) and to the right there are one row of clues for each number that belongs to down (columns). Both segments have an underlined and bold title above the clues. ]

'''Across'''

1. Famous Pvt. Wilhelm quote

11. IPv6 address record

15. "CIPHERTEXT" decrypted with Vigenère key "CIPHERTEXT"

16. 8mm diameter battery

17. "Warthog" attack aircraft

18. Every third letter in the word for "inability to visualize"

19. An acrostic hidden on the first page of the dictionary

21. Default paper size in Europe

22. First four unary strings

23. Lysine codon

24. 40 CFR Part 63 subpart concerning asphalt pollution

25. Top bond credit rating

26. Audi coupe

27. A pair of small remote batteries, when inserted

29. Unofficial Howard Dean slogan

32. A 4.0 report card

33. The "Harlem Globetrotters of baseball" (vowels only)

34. 2018 Kiefer song

35. Top Minor League tier

36. Reply elicited by a dentist

38. ANAA's airport

41. Macaulay Culkin's review of aftershave

43. Marketing agency trade grp.

44. Soaring climax of Linda Eder's ''Man of La Mancha''

46. Military flight community org.

47. Iconic line from ''Tarzan''

48. Every other letter of Jimmy Wales's birth state

49. Warthog's postscript after "They call me ''mister'' pig!"

50. Message to Elsa in ''Frozen 2''

51. Lola, when betting it all on Black 20 in ''Run Lola Run''

“Down

1. Game featuring "a reckless disregard for gravity"

2. 101010101010101010101010 [sub]2→16

3. Google phone released July '22

4. It's five times better than that ''other'' steak sauce

5. ToHex(43690)

6. Freddie Mercury lyric from ''Under Pressure''

7. Full-size Audi luxury sedan

8. Fast path through a multiple choice marketing survey

9. 12356631 in base 26

10. Viral Jimmy Barnes chorus

11. Ruby Rhod catchphrase

12. badbeef + 9efcebbb

13. In Wet Let's ''Ur Mum'', what the singer has been practicing

14. Refrain from Nora Reed bot

20. Mario button presses to ascend Minas Tirith's walls

24. Vermont historic route north from Bennington

26. High-budget video game

28. Unorthodox Tic-Tac-Toe win

29. String whose SHA-256 hash ends "...689510285e212385"

30. Arnold's remark to the Predator

31. The vowels in the fire salamander's binomial name

32. Janet Leigh ''Psycho'' line

34. Seven 440Hz pulses

37. Audi luxury sports sedan

38. A half-dozen eggs with reasonably firm yolks

39. 2-2-2-2-2-2 on a multitap phone keypad

40. .- .- .- .- .- .-

42. Rating for China's best tourist attractions

43. Standard drumstick size

45. "The rain/in Spain/falls main-/ly on the plain" rhyme scheme

#xkcd #xkcd 2957 #webcomics #a crossword puzzle

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 8 months ago

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Pontiac Bonneville Custom Convertible, 1959. The second generation Bonneville marked two important milestones for Pontiac. As well as becoming a full line with hardtop sedan and wagons (previously the Bonneville had only been available as a coupe or convertible) it introduced the split grille and the "Wide Track" slogan. The Wide Track wasn't just ad copy, it had a front tread width of 63.7in and rear tread at 64in as opposed to other GM products with a 61in width front and rear. In doing so, Pontiac created what were considered to be the best-cornering full-size cars in the industry. Both features remained central to the Pontiac brand up until it's demise

#Pontiac #Pontiac Bonneville #Pontiac Bonneville Custom Convertible #1959 #second generation #wide track #split grill #dead brands #full size #convertible #open roof #tail fins #1950s style

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vegaduke · 3 months ago

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GM offered flat tops from 1959-1960 in all their full size cars; in 1961 Cadillac offered a flat top only in the Sedan DeVille line and it was gone in '62.

#general motors #gm #autos #cadillac deville #classic car #cadillac #circa 1961 #vintage automobiles

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unkat · 2 months ago

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A little more for the Chilaios ems au. (please see Psiroller's beautiful Stop Smoking, We Love You! which takes place both before and after this)

Takes place after Chilchuck's bad call and talk with Laios and chatting about their backgrounds

Rating: T-M? Contains black humor about dying, alcohol

Chilchuck glances down at his watch, hovering outside his car instead of going into the bar. While he is very aware of his single status, he's not here for himself, but to give Laios the confidence boost he needs to meet someone. This isn't a date, far from it; he is determined to get rid of his coworker by the end of the night.

Another car pulls into the parking lot, a small sedan with a full backseat, a far cry from the thirty-year-old truck he knows Laios drives, followed by a black motorcycle. He looks back down at his phone, wanting to text someone out of boredom, but the only person he wants to complain to is supposed to already be here. Chilchuck wrinkles his brow, patting at his jeans pocket for his pack of cigs and lighter, when he hears footsteps approaching.

"Sorry, hope you weren't waiting for long. I had some trouble with the starter." Laios ruffles up his hair, flattened by the helmet he had been wearing. He still has on a leather jacket and is pulling off his riding gloves and sticking them in the pockets. Chilchuck is stunned for a few moments, a shock of interest crawling from his lizard brain to his hips before he can be indignant. "Seriously?" He scoffs, digging for a smoke, "A motorcycle? When you're a paramedic?"

"I can take a calculated risk," Laios replies, flushed but comfortable, "What about you, Mister nicotine reduces my stress?"

"That's different," Chilchuck waves off the concerns, leaving the pack in his pocket to cross his arms. "You see, I'm going to die nice and slowly, just like everyone else, while you run into a stop sign and get dismembered."

Laios has to put a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from a fit of laughter, "Stop it, that's not funny."

Chilchuck leans in, and Laios stands up more straight, letting his hand fall, and trying to keep the twitching grin from overtaking his attempt at a serious facade. It doesn't stop Chil from shrugging, keeping an even more serious face with ease, "If you do it cleanly, maybe we can get a discount on the coffin, since it only needs to be half the size if we fold you in half."

Laios leans against the car, towering over Chilchuck with a sharp smile, "A cardboard box will be cheaper, and faster than hospice." He shrugs, "Toss it into the woods and say a word or two for me, and you won't have to pay for a plot in a cemetery either."

Chilchuck whistles through his teeth, "I wouldn't need hospice when your sister killed me for feeding you to the pigs."

An amused smirk creeps up Laios lips, "Could be worse."

Any further words are cut off by the raucous laughter of another small group, looking a little older than some of the other patrons. Chilchuck nudges Laios, "Want to go inside?"

"Do we have to?" Laios jokes, at least, Chilchuck assumes he's joking.

"Yes, that's where the single guys are. And the drinks." He slaps Laios on the side of his leg teasingly, "Get going, kid."

Laios swallows and walks towards the bar, running into no resistance. Inside, the music is loud, with a pool table and darts in one of the side rooms, people already playing. Chilchuck takes the lead, confidently stepping through the jumbles of people until he gets to the bar, holding up two fingers. "A Miller and, do you have any stout? One of those."

Drinks in hand, they manage to find a quieter corner of the bar, Laios relaxing when they finally have chairs to drop into. "Well, we're here."

Chilchuck passes him the darker lager, keeping the Miller for himself, "C'mon, it isn't that bad. Don't let a bad night eight years ago keep you from having a good time."

Laios rubs his fingertips against the cold glass, "You have more experience with this than me."

"Me? Oh, no, not at all," Chilchuck takes a sip from his glass, "My ex-wife and I were together years before I was able to hang out in bars, legally at least. Never picked up anyone at a bar."

Laios lifts his own, "I mean, you already proved that you can pick me up. I'm sure you wouldn't have trouble with most of the guys, or girls, here."

His ears are red as he lifts the glass to his mouth, and Chilchuck watches his Adam's Apple bob as he drinks. One of the guys from the pool table wanders over, hovering for a moment before approaching the table. "Hey, are you using that chair?"

Laios blinks, "Oh, no! You can take it."

"Thanks!" The man, pleasant looking, with a wide smile living on his face long enough to leave the start of wrinkles at the corners of his mouth, grabs the back of the chair, "Do either of you play billiards?"

Laios and Chilchuck speak at the same time with different answers, "Oh, not rea-" "From time to time-"

Both go quiet simultaneously. The man nods in acknowledgment, whether he understood their responses or not. "Well, you're welcome to join us- my friend and I are looking for another couple of players.” He addresses Laios directly, making Chilchuck frown, “I could teach you if you wanted?" and then turns to include Chilchuck, "Or, you could, if you wanted to?"

Chilchuck's stomach unclenches and he turns towards Laios. "Well? Want to play some pool?"

He's pleased to see Laios' less than delighted expression, and then is horrified by his delight. Guiltily he shoos Laios away from the table, doing his job as wingman to get his friend to talk to new people, "You could at least help him move the chair. I'll watch your drink."

"Okay." Laios looks like a deer in the headlights as he stands, the other man letting him lift the furniture over towards the other room. Chilchuck drinks half his beer as he waits, shifting in his chair to watch as Laios drops it off by their table, and lingers to talk to both the man who stopped by their table and his other friend. Chilchuck pulls out his phone, scrolling again through his contacts, debating if he wanted to check in with Senshi, deciding against it, and opening up his Candy Crush to try and beat his next level.

“Hey.”

Chilchuck looks up, seeing a very tipsy young man, younger than Laios probably, standing next to the table, “Hey. You doing alright?”

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” He cracks intro a wide smile, leaning against the table. Okay, maybe a little past tipsy, but as long as he isn’t driving it isn’t a problem.

Chilchuck takes another gulp of his drink, “I’m doing alright, thanks for asking. You look like you’re having a good time, huh?”

“It’s getting better by the second,” The young man winks, as if Chilchuck couldn’t recognize a blatant flirt in front of his face.

It’s flattering to be approached so quickly when he’s alone, by someone so much younger than himself, and it’s a nice distraction from the discomfort he feels watching Laios talk to the guy across the bar. He doesn’t mind messing around, but he has no interest in taking this kid home. Chilchuck rests his elbow on the table, chin in hand, “Better because of the company, or better because of the drinks?”

“I can get the drinks whenever.” The kid looks him up and down, and Chilchuck almost wants to hide, embarrassed by his casual wardrobe compared to Laios’ motorcycle getup and this stranger’s bright, flamboyant crop top, “But I’ve never seen you around here before. Are you here with a friend?”

“Yes.” Laios stands right behind him, holding two more beers, an annoyed look on his face. He roughly steps around the drunken visitor and drops into the chair next to Chilchuck, drinks in hand.

Chilchuck accepts the drink, mood brighter, “I thought you were going to play pool.”

“I wasn’t really feeling it.” Laios replies, offering no further explanation. The guy standing at the table looks back and forth between them quietly, before flourishing a hand towards himself, “Well, I’m Cecil, if you ever want to talk, or need me to introduce you to someone, I’m around here a lottttt.” He drops back from the table, “It was good to meet you!”

Chilchuck gives him a final wave before he trots away, to flirt with some other lonely soul most likely. Laios waits for him to get out of earshot before turning to Chilchuck, “What did he want?”

“Just being friendly, and drunk.” Chilchuck shrugs as he finishes off his first glass and pulls the new one closer. Laios mirrors him, quickly downing a few gulps like it’s a hot summer day with a cold glass of water, and licking the foam off his upper lip. Chilchuck leans back in his chair, teasing grin on his face, “So, what was his name?”

“…Sean. He was really nice. Asked if he could buy me a drink.”

A wave of irritation washes over him, slow and disappearing as quickly as it began, “Yeah? That is nice. Seemed like a good guy. You let him buy you those? Did you get his number?”

Laios shakes his head fervently, “Oh, no I got these for us. He and his friend, they both gave their numbers, in case we change our mind about the pool.”

“Just the pool?”

Laios twists his glass, “Yeah. Or if we ever wanted to talk.” He takes a drink.

“Hey, that’s basically a date!” Chilchuck slaps the lapel of his jacket with the back of his hand, somehow much more relaxed with a stomach full of beer and his friend clearly not very interested in the man who, in any situation, would be a catch.

Chilchuck manages to get a flash of a smile, Laios’ lips twitching upwards but never showing teeth, disappearing when he tracks down the other guy chatting up someone else at the darts, “What about that guy? Cecil?”

Chilchuck shrugs, “Nothing like that, probably just thought he could get a drink off of the older guy sitting alone at the bar. No number or anything, just messing around.”

Laios’ shoulders relax as he starts his second drink. “Some younger guys like the…well, you’re mature and distinguished, it’s not a surprise if someone wants to talk to you.”

Chilchuck snorts, “Distinguished? The fuck does that mean?”

Struggling for words, Laios makes a pained face. “Handsome? But not in a hot way. Well, yes, hot, but not cute, or conventionally attractive.” He’s losing his grip on what he’s trying to say, and Chilchuck lifts his cup to his face, slowly sipping, watching him fumble, “But a lot of people aren’t conveniently attractive, but you are still good to talk to, and charming—so the jeans and jacket, it is a really good look..?”

Chilchuck lets the silence speak before taking pity on Laios who is starting to look like his brain is going to melt out of his ears. “The jeans and the jacket? Laios, you are wearing a leather jacket, you ride a motorcycle. Half the guys here probably want you to take them home.”

“Well you look like you have a mortgage and, ugh.” Laios bounces his leg and takes a sip, buying himself some time, “You have this look, like you’re confident and caring and reliable. And you are, all of those things.”

Chilchuck finds himself at a loss for words, mouth opening and nothing coming out. He shakes his head. Get a grip. “You know, you didn’t have to butter me up THAT much, a little ‘no, those pants make your ass look great would have worked.”

Laios laughs, hand moves to cover at least some of his flushed face, “It looks better in the yoga pants.”

“Right back at you.” Chilchuck raises his glass. ”But none of these guys have seen me in yoga pants.”

Laios drops the hand covering his face to the table leaning against it, “Oh, I’m special huh? The one guy getting you to do the dippy yoga shit?”

“And don’t you forget it,” Chilchuck says firmly, waggling a finger in his direction.

Laios smiles and takes a swig of his drink in sync with Chilchuck, the sound of clattering billiard balls bouncing around and the murmur of voices the only sound as the music changes from one song to the next, a soft piano and crooning voice taking over.

”Oh shit, I haven't heard this song in forever." Chilchuck elbows Laios and gestures to the ceiling, as if the musicians live there. "Queen, I used to know all the words."

Laios looks at him with a grin, "Yeah? I've never heard it before."

Chilchuck gives him a flat stare. "Good Old Lover Boy? It's by Queen. You know, We will Rock You?"

Laios shakes his head. Chilchuck tries again, "What about We are the Champions? I Like to Ride my Bicycle? Bohemian Rhapsody, please Laios."

Laios smiles more bashfully after each unknown tune. "I didn't think that was a real band, Queen. Sounds like a drag joke."

Chilchuck thumps his drink on the table. "Seriously?!? You're gay, it's Queen. You aren't that young. How do you know Miseducation of Lauryn Hill and not fucking Queen?"

Laios furrows his brows, "Listen, you can question me for knowing the MTV live album, but Miseducation is iconic."

Chilchuck scoffs and rolls his eyes, managing to jump in at the chorus, crooning along with the grainy voice of Freddie Mercury, "Ooh love, ooh lover boy…"

Laios smiles into his drink and he takes a sip, turning to face Chilchuck in his tipsy rendition. Chilchuck accepts his focus, becoming even more animated when he has his full attention.

"What're you doing tonight, hey boy?”

He leans closer to Laios, who leans back in surprise, but follows Chilchuck as he leaves his space, drawn in. Chilchuck tilts his head from side to side with the beat.

“Set my alarm, turn on my charm

That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy”

It goes into a verse and Chilchuck bobs his head to the music. Laios leans close to be heard over the sound. "Where'd you learn this?"

Chilchuck turns to reply, "They're just a great rock band, I used to dance to it with the girls."

The pain of admitting to the past is softened by the drink and pleasure of Laios' company, and neither of them dwell on it. The distance that had been narrowed by dancing and talking continues to shrink. The last lines of the verse crackle over the speakers, "I'd like for you and I to go romancing, say the word, your wish is my command."

Chilchuck mouths the words of the chorus back in Laios' direction who sways back and forth in response to his enthusiasm, a fond smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as he is serenaded. Politely, he waits until Chilchuck has lost the lyrics before talking again, "So, what does me being gay have to do with it?"

Chilchuck throws up his free hand in exasperation. "Seriously?!? It's Freddie Mercury, he's a fucking gay icon. My dad wouldn't let me play it in the house because it would make me a fag."

Laios looks concerned. "Uh huh? Did it work?"

Chilchuck wiggles his hand non-committedly, "He was only half right, but it's just because Mercury was gorgeous in all the album art."

Laios barks a laugh and covers it with his hand. Chilchuck's heart races as the soft bridge plays overhead, and Laios looks at him with the same eager fond intensity that he always does, like nobody else here exists. Chilchuck isn't making a very good wingman tonight. He has a sinking feeling as he realizes he doesn't WANT him to meet anyone... he doesn't want to drive home and sleep alone in his apartment after this.

He wishes there were a few more verses, so Laios would keep his eyes only on him, keep the mood for just a little longer. He's starving for it. Does Laios realize he's staring just as hungrily? Chilchuck wants him to stay here, keep things as they are, where he doesn’t have to think about his own loneliness, where his best friend won’t leave him to grow into a life he deserves. Like the life Jay found when she finally left him.

The tune is replaced by some other mid-two thousands pop tune and the bubble pops. Chilchuck grins and casually gestures over his shoulder. "I'm gonna grab a smoke, maybe something to eat. You want anything?"

#unkat rants #chilaios #chilaios ems au #dungeon meshi tag #guys is it gay to bring your coworker to a gay bar and say youre his wingman but then hang out all night

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renewedmotionforjudgment · 5 months ago

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Youku Trailer Review, Lightening Round

Because I did the same for Iqiyi. But it should be shorter because Youku isn't release that much new stuff. But overall, a line up that I am thoroughly looking forward to.

The Double - Wu Jinyan returning to the role she does best -- looking murderous and ready to slap everyone who wronged her. I'm gonna enjoy Wang Xinyue's character this time (full offense, Zhang Zhe). This looks great!

Kill Me Love Me - i have no idea what this drama is actually about other than Liu Xueyi saying that this is most unhinged MC he has ever played, and there's that image of him in a fur cloak on a sedan looking unhinged. Also Wu Jinyan looking ready to slap someone, part 2. COUNT ME IN!

The Princess Royal - I have probably 5 other posts dedicated to how much I am looking forward to this, so I'm not going to say more. Okay one thing -- the size difference makes me feel things NGL.

Legend of Jewelry - I will admit that Zhao Lusi dramas are hit and miss, but this looks really good! And Liu Yuning's character looks like he might ... survive? this time around? so yay!

The Eternal Fragrance - It might be the only clunker here. Listen, I'm a bit of a Song Wei Long apologist (is he a great actor? no, but he's enjoyable in the right project), and I can watch Ju Jingyi in the right drama. That said, if there are 2 actors that probably brings out the worst in each other's acting, it's these 2. I'll probably still check it out, but I do not have expectations.

#the double #kill me love me #the princess royal #legend of jewlry #the eternal fragrance

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manualwheel · 2 years ago

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Kia Stinger 2023

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siena-sevenwits · 29 days ago

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#gailyinthedark did this trend so perhaps I will finally jump on in my own way

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maureen-corpse · 7 months ago

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There is something extremely funny to me about seeing a completely stock Nissan Maxima driving down the road, unadorned except for one (1) bumper sticker that says “NO FAT CHICKS.” As if that driver had so so many fat chicks trying to get inside their sensible full-size sedan that they eventually had to make a choice between hitting the fat chicks with sticks and marring the Nissan Maxima’s pristine factory paint job with a bumper sticker

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automotivealchemy · 6 months ago

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Cadillac CT8 Full Size Sedan Concept

What if...Cadillac made a full size sedan with a sporty yet comfortable attitude? The CT8 would be the largest of the CT line of cars and be the only one in the line up to offer a standard V8 engine with hybrid platform as an option. With a 10 speed automatic transmission with all wheel drive, it would deliver power from the V8 or V8 hybrid in an agile way. With the higher trims even offering all wheel steering, and all the amenities, it would surely be comparable to the Celestiq but at a more affordable price point.

#autos #cars #automotive #classic car #sports cars #luxury car #sedan #cadillac #chevrolet

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theradicalscrivener · 3 months ago

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D ☆ Rising

Taking a jump back to a time before Mateo was a racer. An avid racing fan (and an even more avid fan of huge things) Mateo dreamt of being a racer on the orbital circuit. His hard work is about to pay off in big ways.

[First Chapter] || [Previous Chapter]

It took every ounce of Mateo’s self-control to sit still. This was it! It was finally happening! He had dreamed of this day for… well… as long as there had been orbital races. As a kid, he had a bed in the shape of a racecar. He dreamed of being a racer, but back then, races tended to be held on a closed roadway out in the countryside, and the pilots – drivers they were called back then – drove around in gas-guzzling four-wheeled deathtraps. By the time he got into high school, nanites were just becoming common, and by the time he graduated, orbital races were in full swing. His college dorm was adorned with images of the colossal cocks of the new breed of racers. The collage of cocks on his wall made it hard for his roommates to tell if he was an avid racer or just really fucking gay, but the truth was… both!

Mateo had suffered through four years of college more for his parents’ sake than his own. He had no need for a degree. All he needed to do was qualify for the races! His daily routine had him spending more time at the gym than the library. He skated by with the bare minimum of effort in his schoolwork. Most of his mental capacity was directed towards studying all the facts and figures of the races that he could! After all, Cs get degrees, and he was far more interested in Ds.

“Ok. We will begin the process shortly. If you have any questions or concerns, now is the time. Once we start, there will be no going back,” The man said. He was clad in surgical scrubs and a facemask that obscured most of his features. He didn’t even have a nametag on. It was only from the tone of his voice that Mateo could recognize him as the head of R&D for the orbital races. The nanites had been this guy’s brainchild, but whether or not he had intended for them to create an entire sport around supersized schlongs was still anyone’s guess. That was a question for his biographer. All Mateo cared about was getting outfitted with his own “hotrod”.

“I’ve never been more ready!” Mateo said excitedly, and it was true. He felt like if he had to delay even another minute he’d explode!

The researcher shrugged and turned back to face the control console once more. He quickly looked over the readouts, made a few comments to his assistants, and pulled the lever.

Mateo could feel it instantly. There was a warmth coursing through his body. It was like that soothing warmth that hot cocoa made when going down your throat but instead it coursed through his very veins. Soon, the warmth mellowed out and was replaced with a new sensation – a gentle tingle in his cock and balls. This was it!

Mateo stared down at his package in rapt fascination. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this. This was it! His ascension to orbital racer!

As the nanites began their work, Mateo’s cock steadily swelled and grew. His once average member quickly doubled in size. Soon his softy dangled halfway down his thigh, and his hefty nuts hung even lower, but it didn’t stop there. His cock and balls continued to grow and grow and grow.

Mateo ran the numbers in his head as he watched on with manic glee. He had no idea how big he would get, and he didn’t really care. He just wanted to compete! Some of the racers ended up with cocks the size of a motorcycle or a small sedan. Those racers had to be quick and agile to compete in the big leagues, but if that was as large as he got, then Mateo would just have to make it work.

Mateo had actually met one of these racers back in the early days of the sport. The guy was considered “small” by racer standards, but his dick was so huge that he had to be wheeled to the meet and greet on the flatbed of semi. The dude was completely immobilized atop his truck-sized schlong, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he was excited to regale the fans about the thrill of zooming through space mixed with the rush of blasting gallons upon gallons upon hundreds of gallons of hot jizz through the stratosphere while he was soaring through the races.

Mateo had been on the fence when he heard about the procedure to grow cocks to the size that they could serve as an engine for space travel, but upon meeting these racers (and seeing their phenomenal cocks) in person, he was hooked. The image of a cock that was bigger than he was was mesmerizing! He went to bed that night and images of sedan sized schlongs filled his brain! The morning after, he had had to discreetly wash his own bedding, but it had all been worth it.

As Mateo lay strapped to the table, he continued to stare on as his cock eclipsed the size of a car. If nothing else, he was big enough to compete! Still… a bit more wouldn’t hurt. After all, his cock already looked so hot…

Mateo’s cock continued to swell. He was quickly moving up to the next weight bracket! These racers had most of the mobility of the little guys but still had enough heft to them to make them a threat in direct collisions. He had once seen a pilot with a cock the size of a freight train completely launch one of the smaller racers spiraling off course. With his trajectory destabilized, the massive, mobile cock was sent spiraling off into the stars. The spray of jizz firing from his enormous cock forming a milky white helix against the black backdrop of space. Mateo remembered watching that the first time it had happened. The audience gasped in shock. Was this allowed? Was the other racer OK? But while the spectators gasped and gawked, Mateo had been fully boned. Imagine having a dick so huge that it could swat a shuttle from the sky like a gnat! Mateo didn’t necessarily relish the idea of being such an aggressive pilot, but at the same time, it must feel so good to be so huge!

But even as he fantasized about his racing career in the next weight class, he was rapidly outgrowing it. His cock and balls now filled the hangar that served as his hospital room. His cock had to be larger than a freight train! It was now reaching a size closer to that of a commercial airliner! Cocks this size were rare indeed!

Mateo could hardly believe it. How lucky could he be! Sizes like this were almost unheard of! Maybe a one in a thousand chance! He couldn’t wait to get out there. Those mid-tier brawlers that he was just fantasizing about now paled in comparison to his own cock. They would be like gnats bouncing off of his cock!

There was some chatter from the researchers, but Mateo couldn’t make out any of it. He was so lost in the excitement of his future and the orgasmic bliss of the growth that he was barely even aware that the large, circular observation platform that the researchers were working on had detached from the lab and was now hovering above him like an olde-timey sci-fi flying saucer!

The walls of the hangar folded open and dropped down into compartments in the ground. While it was rare for anyone to reach this size, it was not impossible. It had happened before, and since then, the league had taken steps to save the structure in case a test subject outgrew the walls. The brilliant sunlight was so jarring after being under intense observation in a dimly lit lab, that Mateo had to wince and cover his eyes until his eyes had time to adjust, but when his eyes did finally adjust, he glanced around and noticed that he was seated atop a cock that loomed over the campus like a mountain!

How huge was he!? He looked around and tried to get a good idea of his size, but he was suspended so high up and was surrounded on all sides by balls and cock. He just couldn’t see his surroundings, but he was easily in the largest weight class. He had outgrown the entire hangar! His cock was now larger than a jumbo jet! In fact, he may now be the largest racer in the league!

I mix of pride and excitement welled up inside him. Had he ever seen a cock so huge? Maybe once, but never up close. He had seen as many races as he could get to, and he had seen the largest cocks the league had to offer. He had seen dicks the size of massive ocean liners, but his might even be larger!

What did that mean for his career as a racer? Was there such a thing as too big? The larger a racer got, the more thrust they generated, but the harder it became to turn. At some point, he’d turn into nothing more than an interplanetary battering ram! He’d be invincible on the straightaways, but he’d never manage the sharp turns of the track!

He worried that his racing career may be over before it started, but even as the worry welled up inside of him, his excitement continued to grow. He was so huge! He was so hot! He wanted more! He wanted to be bigger! Bigger and bigger! There was no limit to his desire! If he couldn’t be a racer, maybe he could be the track itself! Let his own gravity guide the smaller racers to victory! Mateo chuckled softly in spite of himself as an image of massive, cruiser-sized cocks flitting around his dick like gnats filled his mind. How huge would he be at that point, and would it be huge enough?

As Mateo’s mind raced, his cock continued to swell. Suddenly, red flashing warning lights shone forth from the hovering platform that the researchers occupied. Something was strange. Mateo could feel pressure on all sides. His cock was being shoved inwards somehow.

Mateo glanced out around him, and even through the haze of arousal and the flashing red lights, he could make out the shimmering hexagonal panels of the hastily erected forcefield.

He had outgrown the entire campus! His cock now eclipsed a city block! He had seen dicks the size of an ocean liner, but his cock had to be even larger than that! How huge was he? A thousand feet? Two thousand? It was tough to tell since his cock was still swelling, but he was pinned into the perimeter like a sardine in a can!

The hovering platform touched down atop Mateo’s massive nuts. One of the researchers, the same one from before, quickly hurried over to him and quickly muttered something. It sounded urgent, but Mateo was too far gone to listen. He was so huge. It felt so good. He wanted more…

The researcher muttered something to himself and pulled out a small injector. He held the gun-like object to Mateo’s neck and quickly pumped the contents into Mateo’s bloodstream. If the first injection had been pleasantly warm, this one was painfully electric. His entire body seized. His veins sizzled with electricity. The nanites in his body shuddered and sparked. For a second, Mateo worried that this may be it for him, but at least he had died trying to fulfill his dream. However, no sooner had the pain started than it quickly subsided. His muscles ached from exertion and his lungs burned for air, but he felt no worse than he would after an intense session at the gym. The worst sensation was this feeling of emptiness that overtook him.

He had stopped growing. Sure, he was quite possibly the largest pilot in the league now, but he had wanted more. The orgasmic high of his growth still haunted the back of his mind, but… it was alright, wasn’t it? He could still race at this size. He didn’t really want to get bigger, did he? That would be silly, right? What would he even do if he got too large to move even amidst the near zero gravity of space?

These are the arguments that he repeated to himself during the weeks of his recovery. It took the league almost a month to get the equipment ready to launch him into space, and during that time, Mateo became a bit of a landmark around town. His mountainous cock and balls were visible for miles around. Getting him orbital was such a monumental undertaking that the league had had to partner with the government and the space program to get the equipment to send him skyward.

While he waited for his ride to space to be completed, Mateo did the meet and greet with the press and fans. His cock and balls were so massive that he couldn’t even be loaded onto a freight train to do visit other cities. He couldn’t go on the road like some of the smaller competitors, but plenty of fans were more than happy to come to him. As he shook hands and signed autographs as the most talked about new rookie, his excitement to be a racer grew within him once more. As the day of his first race came closer and closer, the joy of finally achieving his childhood dream almost drowned out that dark desire to grow even larger… almost.

In the quiet moments when the press had died down and even the most ardent fans or curious spectators had gone home, Mateo would lay back atop his own mountain-sized sack and stare up at the stars above. Soon, he would take his place up among the stars as another orbital racer… or another heavenly body.

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 26 days ago

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1973 Chrysler New Yorker Brougham

The 1973 Chrysler New Yorker Brougham was a luxury flagship of the Chrysler lineup, known for its imposing size, plush interior, and smooth ride. This full-size sedan featured bold, formal styling with a long hood and a broad front grille. Under the hood, it typically came with a 440 cubic-inch V8 engine, providing ample power despite the car's large size and weight.

The Brougham trim level emphasized luxury, offering premium features such as plush upholstery, woodgrain accents, and advanced options like automatic climate control. The 1973 New Yorker Brougham embodied classic American luxury, combining comfort, style, and power in a grand package.

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New whip! !!Pm me for more pictures of him and for any requests!! Harvey, a 19-year-old skinny straight man, had been looking for a car online for several weeks. He had been accepted to a new college far from his home and inaccessible by public transportation.

After much searching, he finally found a deal and booked an appointment for the day college started, but luckily for him, school started at 11 a.m. that day. The car was a 2018 Nissan Altima with only 45k miles for just under $21,000. It had everything he wanted, a sunroof, navigation, heated seats and was in great condition.

Upon contacting the seller, Harvey noticed that he was quite unprofessional, said "bro" in every sentence, and didn't even have basic grammar skills. Nevertheless, he decided to make an appointment to see the car in person.

**Day of appointment**;

Harvey had taken the bus to get to the seller's house. When he arrived, he saw the sedan parked in a driveway. He made his way to the door, and without ringing the bell, a muscular athlete who appeared to be about his age opened the door, and Harvey was hit by a smell of manly musk coming off from the jock himself & his house. "Hey bro, the name's Kyle. You here for da whip?" "Hello, my name is Harvey, I'm here for the Nissan, yes."

They talked about the car for a while, the jock showing him the trunk, the interior, and everything he needed. Harvey was in love with the car, and he wanted it as soon as possible, which he did. Harvey bought the Altima and was super excited to drive his very first car. "Alright bro, it was great showing you the car, you'll see, it's life changing dude." Kyle said, full well knowing what was about to happen to Harvey. After completing the paperwork, Harvey left the sportsman's house, ready for a 30-minute drive to college.

As he drove off, Harvey noticed a really strong and ripe smell inside the car that smelled like the locker room at his former school. He thought it was gross, but he didn't think much of it either. As he drove, he felt like the smell was getting stronger. The ripe smell was seeping into his body from every hole, and he'd soon be changing just 5 minutes into the ride.

First, his odorless and small feet grew, so much that he had to replace his feet on the pedals. Then his shoes completely burst because of how big his feet were getting. Harvey was now riding barefoot, his new size 15 feet looking ridiculous compared to his small body. Next up were his legs. He used to have small, dainty and tiny legs, but that was about to change. They were getting stronger and gaining muscles that only someone who works out can have. Harvey kept driving, oblivious to what was going on, only focusing on the locker room, musky smell of his new to him car.

As Harvey's legs began to grow, he strangely didn't feel his below-average butt growing as well. His butt was getting rounder and bigger, landing over-average sized but still not too huge. Even if it wasn't as big as it could be, it could still be seen through any kinds of pants and be able to bounce whenever he would walk. Harvey was now extremely attracted to the scent, having a full on boner because of it. He kept inhaling it vigorously, which spurred his transformation even faster.

His penis and balls were rapidly changing and enlarging, his previously extremely small 3 inch boner was growing, but surprisingly it wasn't growing too much. He ended up at a better, but still way below average 4.5 inches, with a set of still-ridiculous balls that looked like they hadn’t even dropped, and were barely even bigger than before.

Harvey now had the lower body of an athlete, and obviously his transformation didn't stop there. "Bro I love this car!" Harvey said, he had never ever said "bro" before, but it just seemed natural to him, he didn't even question it. His previously flat stomach changed, again very quickly, as he inhaled more and more musk. It quickly became a pronounced 4-pack, with a pair of small, tight, but muscular pecs growing over it. Harvey's nipples grew and became large, sensitive chorizos. As he got another powerful sniff, his arms grew larger. His biceps and triceps grew larger until they were truly impressive and strong. "DUDE, I'M RIPPED", he said. His once hairless armpits grew dark bushes of hair, but that wasn't the only part of his body that got hairier. His bubble butt, feet, legs, arms, and crotch grew, and all that hair produced, of course... a lot of musk. As a result, his body started to smell pretty bad. His feet, which were odorless before, now permanently stank of cheese and sweat, having a disgusting scent that would be highly noticable whenever he would remove his shoes. his armpits now stank too, but with a less strong and noticeable odor than his feet, and it had notes of body odor and sweat. "PFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" Harvey's bubble butt now started to smell really bad, a strong odor of manly, teenage fart would now be coating it forever, all that butt stink would be caused by him bursting horrible smelling protein farts every 10 minutes. Harvey didn't even notice his new musk, so he didn't say anything.

Now that Harvey really smelled like a 19-year-old college teenager, his head was the only thing he had left, and... his memories, of course.

His head, tiny but filled with an intelligent brain, was growing, but his brain, on the other hand... shrank. Harvey was getting dumber by the second, his grade point average dropping from A+ to C-. Any trace of knowledge about personal hygiene faded as he now barely even brushed his teeth once a day, but he didn't care, he was hot anyway. His former good driving skills were also fading and being replaced by new bad driving skills. One of the biggest changes was probably his sexuality as well. Before, he had been as straight as a board, but while he was driving, he quickly started staring at other boys. He thought to himself how good it would be to sniff their armpits, "Damn, that guy looks so hot dude" he also stared at their butts, imagining what it would be like to have a boy penetrate his own round, musky jock butt. "Look at that fine piece of ass, I hope something even bigger is on his front" Harvey's heterosexuality faded, into another one of his loud and foul-smelling fart, adding on to the locker room scent of the car, while homosexuality slowly took over. As his sexual desires changed, he felt shame wash over him from his penis being under average, but also felt proud that his butt was big, he'd realise that he would need it alot.

More changes happened in Harvey's head when he was only a few blocks away from his college. His teeth straightened and became a winning smile, his jawline became sharper and more attractive, and his hair turned brown and transformed into a fluffy, attractive teenage cut that was usually very sweaty. His neck thickened while his voice deepened. "I'm so hot bro, I'll find a gir-...boyfriend so easily this year, I just need my buns to get filled.." “fu-fuck….i think ones coming….” "PTTTTTFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSStttttt" His rotten egg fart scent was now taking over. while the final changes took place Harvey pulled into the parking lot and parked his car, not even on the white lines. He got out of the car, obviously knowing that his ridiculous 2 inch soft penis was visible through his shorts, but he didn’t care one bit. He walked to the school building, having no memories of his previous life, his ass leaving a trail of fart stink behind him.

@tfmybody enjoy your body, filthy jock

commission #1

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