Hugh Michelsen

Hey hoping my near 1000 followers may be able to help me on this one 🤔☺️?

Looking for a story I read awhile ago online dont remember the title but remember specific details.

I think there where two versions of this story?? a straight version where two girls unbeknown to them change one of there boyfriends by starting off I think by saying "I dont know what you see in him" in a libary setting and a statue by them glows and change reality from what they say. Second is a gay version almost of story when to friends go into a sports bar and they end up changing one another by saying the opposite to how they look ect and they also change the waiter in it.

https://mcstories.com/FiendsTongue/FiendsTongue1.html

https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/125444

We’ve been looking at improving the posting and reblogging experience in our mobile apps for a long time. As many of our power users and public API consumers are aware, posts on Tumblr are stored and served in a sanitized HTML format. This choice made the most sense when Tumblr was originally built, when using Tumblr meant visiting via a web browser on your computer on the information superhighway back in 2007.

Storing post content primarily as HTML has remained our standard for ten years; there are a significant number of assumptions in our codebase about posts being primarily HTML. To compound this, when we want to change something about how posts are made or stored, we have to think in terms of the 150 billion posts on Tumblr and the billion new posts made every month. We have to spend a lot of time thinking about that scale whenever we consider how to make posting on Tumblr a better experience.

Over a year ago, Tumblr Engineering came up with a very ambitious idea: ditch HTML entirely and move to a brand new format for how posts are created and stored. HTML is fine, but its scope is limited as it was intended for the browser, long before the concept of mobile apps existed. Conversely, the JSON standard has been heavily favored by APIs and mobile development for years, and feels much cleaner and more flexible than HTML. We can apply an extensible format and schema with JSON easier than we can with HTML.

With this in mind, we’ve chosen to write a brand new JSON-based specification for post content. We’re calling it the Tumblr Neue Post Format, or simply NPF. The NPF specification breaks apart post content into discreet content blocks, each defined by a type field. All of our existing post content easily fits into this kind of specification, affording backwards-compatibility with the billions of posts on Tumblr.

For example, right now when you add text to a post, we store and serve:

<p>Some text in a post!<p>

With NPF, the same thing is created and served this way:

{ "type": "text", "text": "Some text in a post!" }

Those two representations are fully interchangeable, but we begin to gain advantages with JSON for things HTML cannot do well, providing flexibility and extensibility for future integrations. The power of NPF really becomes critical when we want to build content blocks for Tumblr that cannot be easily represented with HTML, such as a physical location:

{ "type": "location", "latitude": 40.739485, "longitude": -73.988402, "map_style": "quirky" }

This new JSON specification also gives us the benefit of not having to worry as much about potential security risks in malicious HTML payloads in post content. Moving from HTML to JSON allows us to have safer, more injection-proof defaults, and prevents us from having to do heavy DOM parsing at runtime, which means improved performance of our backend and mobile apps. With NPF, posting and viewing posts on Tumblr should be considerably faster and safer.

Our work so far with the NPF specification has been to reach feature parity with the rich text editor available to Tumblr users on the web, as well as extend those basic options with new ones, such as fun new text styles:

{ "type": "text", "text": "Oh, worm?", "subtype": "quirky" }

Our initial release includes support for text blocks (with inline formatting), GIF search blocks, and image upload blocks. All of these options are available in our mobile apps via the Text, Quote, and Chat post forms, as well as when you reblog a post. Yes, you can now upload images in a reblog on mobile.

Future releases of the mobile apps will continue to close the gap with our other post options as we build NPF support for link blocks, video upload blocks, third-party video and audio blocks, and more. We also plan on allowing third-party API consumers to view and create posts using the new specification sometime in the future.

Evan entered the gym not knowing what to expect. His friend had said he finally found the perfect muscle growing method. Evan didn’t really believe him. For the last three months Tanner had been dismissing him for even going to the gym, and now he had something to help him grow? Evan was skeptical to say the least. He was just happy that his friend might have started to become interested in living a healthier lifestyle.

“So whatcha got?” Evan shouted across the school gym. It was technically off hours but Tanner had an ability to get into almost anywhere whenever he wanted. At first Evan questioned it but now it was almost silly to even think about it. If Tanner said he was going to go somewhere at some time, just be there because he’ll already be inside.

Tanner smiled as he put away his phone. “This,” he held up a little device shaped like a gun, “is what’s going to help you get as big as you want to be.” Evan stared at the gun shaped object. Obviously it didn’t shoot bullets but it looked like it was supposed to shoot something. There was a trigger near a handle, except there were extra little rods and coils sticking out the sides that didn’t look too functional.

“Uh-huh?” Evan nodded. He tried not to laugh but was a bit curious as to what this thing actually was. “And where’d you get it?”

Tanner reached for his phone for a second but stopped himself. “Let’s just say magic,” he smiled. It was a generic dumb excuse but Evan knew not to push it.

“And how does it work?”

The smile on Tanner’s face just broadened. “It’s real simple! All you have to do is imagine what you want to be while I point and shoot this at you and you’re body will start to change.” His hands waved up and down excitedly as he told Evan what was going on.

“Uh-huh…” Evan tried to hide his skepticism but a smile creeped out.

“You don’t believe me…” Tanner said a bit defeated.

“Not really…” Evan realized what he said was a little rude. “But if you want to try it we can.”

“Really?!” Tanner’s enthusiasm returned. “Alright! Stand right there. Now all you have to do is imagine what you want to look like.”

“Alright…” Evan said. It’d been a few months since he started working out but everyday he’d go through bodybuilder’s online profiles trying to get some inspiration. He’d love looking at their expansive posts of working out, flexing, eating and having girls dangle around their arms. However Evan always pictured himself as one of those girls. Being right up next to their large muscular bodies and feeling their strong arms.

Evan accidentally let out a bit of a moan thinking about it. He hadn’t noticed that Tanner had pulled the trigger. Evan’s personal fantasy had already started and with the device being pointed at him whatever Evan was thinking about would become true. His fantasy started to shift to a more dominate personality. Why should he just be the one holding onto a bodybuilder’s bicep? Or be the one fawning over someone bigger than him? Why couldn’t he be the one ogled at? When he walks down the street people cock their heads back to get a second look. He’d be big. His shoulders broad and chest pushed out. Shirt would be a little uncomfortable unless specially tailored but that would be fair. To look so big, there had to be a price.

He thought more about what those guys had in common. His head fell back as the thoughts filled his mind. He’d be big. His arms started to press up against the sleeves of his shirt, while it rode up his torso from his expanding shoulders. The fabric stretched tightly against his broadening chest while also tightening around each ab. It was at least three sizes too small while his shorts had rode up well past his knees. His feet were far too big for his shoes and even his dick started to poke it’s head out. “Big…” he moaned.

The clothes he was wearing didn’t fit right. He’d seen enough of those guys to know he’d have to wear something far different. A backwards hat, a sleeveless shirt, and tight compression pants that rolled over his thighs and wrapped around his calfs. ‘Screw the sleeveless shirt,’ Evan chuckled to himself. He’d be hot enough that wearing it would be more of a crime than not wearing it. His hat turned around and a puff of hair stuck out the front. “Stylish…” he moaned.

But he’d have to have a laid back attitude. Relaxed, yet in control. People would look up to him literally and figuratively. Just his presence could make people at ease. He cocked his head back and thought about how he’d need to be good at sports. Nearly all of them he could play but he’d excel at rugby and baseball. Those weren’t really similar but he’d want a huge body that had great hand eye coordination. He could throw a beer across the room or throw someone over his shoulder if he needed them in another room. “Strong…”

But guys would be all over him. Even if they were straight. Didn’t fucking matter. They would see him in the room and forget just about everything else. He would ooze masculinity and guys would be attracted to him. They’d deny it, fight off that feeling but get them alone and then they’d explore all sorts of parts of them they’d never thought of before. He’d just give them a nod and they knew what it meant. “Sexy…”

Tanner looked at Evan’s new body. He stood a good 6’4” with a densely packed 240 muscular frame. Tanner’s mouth opened wide as he realized what had just happened. His friend had nearly doubled in size. “Woah!” Tanner said excitedly. “This is amazing!”

“Sure is,” there was a coolness in Evan’s voice he moved closer to Tanner’s smaller body and locked him between him and the weight. The confident tone sent a shiver down Tanner’s spine. “But now do you want to test it out?” Evan’s dick was pushing hard against the compression fabric of his pants. The thing went half way down his leg and looked thicker than a beer can.

Tanner blushed. His own dick got hard at the sensation. “Bu-but I’m not gay,” he tried to deny the feeling he was having. But the more Evan’s strong hands rolled over his soft body the harder he got. He couldn’t believe how sexy the man holding him down was. He sputtered again trying to rationalize why he was feeling the way he did. His ass tingled, wanting something to fill it. He bit his bottom lip and couldn’t stop grinding against the muscular man holding him down. “But I’m not unwilling…” a smirk started to cross his face as he said it.

I know you are looking at the hunk flexing his guns - that’s me, by the way - and you must have noticed that almost everyone is cheering on me… but have you seen how pissed off the guy at the desk is?

It’d been a long time since Vince had had an interview. He knew he shouldn’t have been nervous but when the last company let him go for financial reasons he couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened about his performance. He’d always thought he’d been doing really well for the company, or at least someone not easily replaced but they had gone with someone far younger and cheaper. He tried not to let it get to him but in some of the interviews he knew he came off a little too bitter about his last job.

“Vince,” the receptionist called. “Mr. Danvers will see you now.”

Vince got up from his chair and brushed off his suit. If anything he’d still look professional enough. Then again he’d always liked wearing suits and ties when he’d first started working. It’d made him feel so adult. But now that was so many years ago too. Now it almost felt like it was tradition. He shook his head realizing he was too deep inside it. With a deep breath he opened the door.

“Right on time! Quick question, Cardinals or Cubs?” Mr. Danvers said excitedly. He was sitting in his chair and looked like he was about to jump out of it. More importantly he looked a lot younger than Vince had imagined as well. He thought he’d heard this company was run by someone in their 50’s so he’d have at least something in common with him. But the man sitting behind the desk didn’t even look thirty. More importantly he was in a sleeveless shirt and shorts. Everything about him screamed like he’d just gotten out of college and was in some kind of startup.

“Cardinals?” Vince said. He’d known little about baseball but enough to know that this area preferred them to the Cubs. That and the memorabilia that was adorning some of the walls.

A smile shot across, what Vince could only describe as, the kid’s face. “Good answer! I knew you’d figure it out. You seem like a smart guy. I’m sure you’re a smart guy.” He was talking about a mile a minute and Vince could barely keep up. Vince would describe himself as a smart guy but he didn’t know a person who wouldn’t say that about themselves.

“I’m sure you love baseball. You must watch it all the time. After playing four years in high school and four years in college, I can’t imagine you not enjoying it.” Vince was about to interrupt but didn’t know why. The only problem was a sudden rush of memories of him out standing next to third base flooded his mind. He could remember the smell of the grass and watching the ball soar at him.

“I…”

“Course you did! You loved it. Working with the other guys and winning so many games. That just makes it so much more fun right?” Vince’s body started to shift a little more. That round gut he’d had shifted into a flatter one. There was still a lot of fat from eating fast food but there was also a strong core underneath it.

“Mr. Danvers…”

“Please call me Allen. I don’t go by Mr. Danvers anymore.”

“Allen… Shouldn’t we talk about…”

“The interview! That’s right… We’re supposed to be doing an interview… Errrr… Okay let’s see if I can do this right. It worked for me so maybe it’ll work for you.” His eyes scanned the page. He was obviously looking for something but Vince didn’t know what it’d be. He was still confused ‘what worked for him…’ With a jump, Allen started again. “Got it! First things first! I don’t understand why you put that you’re 52, obviously that’s the first mistake on here.” He paused looking up at Vince.

“But…” Vince tried to interject but it almost felt like his mind didn’t know what to say. Somehow Allen telling him he wasn’t 52 made it go completely blank but at the same time he couldn’t think of how old he really was.

“Easy mistake. Just a simple fix. You’re obviously only 25,” Allen smirked. “Just graduated and ready to start working.” Vince suddenly felt very confused. Somehow all his memories were changing. Many of them completely disappearing. How old was he? He couldn’t remember as he ran his hand against his scalp. What remained of his white hair was rapidly thickening back into the dark brown hair, purposefully styled upward just like other guys his age. “Good. Now I know you like working out. So go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

“Huh?” Allen looked over his body seeing every muscle thicken. The shirt he was wearing pulled tight against his arms and chest. Buttoning the top button was nearly impossible. But his thighs and butt looked so good in the black pants he was wearing. They pushed hard against the fabric making it hold tightly to his body. “Guess so…” he grinned.

“So make yourself comfortable. I’m glad you wore a suit. Very professional, but when we’re in private I want you to be comfortable.” Vince started taking off his jacket and unbuttoning another button. It was so much easier to breath without the button on. “Go on… I know you can get more comfortable than that…” Vince’s eyebrow cocked.

“I can…?” he questioned but a nod from Allen got him completely taking off his shirt. “Damn… This feels good.” He dropped his pants feeling the breeze against his legs. He couldn’t believe how good everything felt. “Thanks man. I’m glad I can do this…”

“I’m glad you like doing it…” Allen bit his bottom lip trying to contain himself. “Just like how you like when people touch your body…” Allen leaned forward more. For a second Vince was confused but realized what Allen meant. “Can I?”

“Course man,” Vince grinned flexing his muscled arm. He gave it a slap showing off its strength.

I just finished up a new series called “Control Yourself”. It’s full of curses, forced chastity, and of course lots of hot jocks.

I’m still working through “Catch of the Day”. It’ll get finished - there are two or three chapters left the way I’ve got it down rite now.

As for Plus Three…who the fuck knows when that genie will turn up again.

Welcome to my Party is my current all time favorite of Derek’s stories.

You know, I think I have an idea of what your problem is. Granted I’m not the best at understanding humans and their relationships to one another, but this one seems pretty plain to me.  You’re expecting a bunch of jocky guys to respect you and listen to what you’re trying to teach them without them really knowing you in any other capacity.  I think if they knew that you were a little bit more like them, athletic, social, a regular person, that they might respect you a little bit more.  You row don’t you? That’s pretty athletic. But In their eyes, you’re probably just some uptight egg head who forces assignments on them without caring about their social lives. It’s an easy fix.

They just need to see that deep down you’re a real bro just like them. So from now on anytime you’re not attending to your TA duties, that’s what you’re going to be: A real bro.

Don’t worry, i’m leaving all your intelligence and drive intact,  just giving some things a little shift here and a tweak there. Like I said, when you’re in your capacity as a TA you’re going to be your regular self so far as personality and mentality are concerned. Dedicated, intelligent, someone who cares about their education and the education of others.  The second your duties end for the day however you’re going to find your goals and ideals change drastically.

Sure you’re smart enough to go back to your dorm and study really hard to prepare for the following day, but you’d really rather just hang with your bros. Drink some beers, maybe hit the gym. Whatever you do you know that you and your friends are going to be loud and proud about it. Always talking at the top of your voice, always making crude jokes with one another and of course, always competing to see who’s the alpha bro in your group.

You’ll wake up with some pretty serious hangovers more often than not, which is likely to lead to you missing your morning classes. It’s alright though, as soon as your expected to help with teaching your hangover will vanish and you’ll be all business again.

“Hey man, did you get a random text from Nate?” Conner asked as he strolled into his dorm room, dropping his bag lazily on the floor. “Huh?” Grunted Chris, his emerald eyes darting quickly between Connor and his Call of Duty match. “Nate, that weird rush? The fag?” Conner asked again, stripping off his soaked muscle shirt and giving it a sniff before throwing it on top of the bag. “Oh, yeah, I did, it was fuckin’ weird.” Chris responded, one hand grabbing a handful of chips and shoving them into his mouth. “Fuck yeah! Head shot!” He cheered before letting out a triumphant belch as he scratched his sandy blonde goatee with the back of his hand. Conner looked over to his roommate and couldn’t help but smile, he was a pretty cool guy. He had been worried that he wasn’t going to get along with his roommate again this year, but Chris turned out to be way different than his freshman roomie. He stood around a somewhat respectable six foot one and last time he hit the gym with Conner, weighed somewhere in the one hundred and eighty something range; Although, Connor suspected that number was probably closer to two hundred now. He didn’t share Conner’s passion for hitting the weights, and lifted more beers than dumbbells, and it was beginning to show.  He had a fair bit of muscle under the growing layer of fat, a nice solid build, although Conner kept reminding him he was never going to get abs if he kept chugging every beer put in front of him. Conner turned from his roommates somewhat rounded figure and gave himself a quick once over in the full length mirror on the back of the door. “Yup, getting swole as fuck” he thought as he flexed a softball sized bicep, up at least two inches these last few months . Two nicely rounded pecs sat atop a hard earned six pack, both covered in a nice dusting of coarse black hair.  His eyes trailed over his body, it was big, bigger than it was this time last year for sure, but nowhere near as big as he wanted it to get His eyes trailed down lower as he stripped off his loose fitting work out shorts and jock strap, letting them both fall to the ground. Thick meaty thighs giving way to rock hard diamond calves were his reward for never skipping a single leg day since freshman year. “Bros don’t let bros skip leg day, fuck yeah” he though as he admired his work, grinning slightly at his hanging six inch dick, before turning to get a look at the back side.  Two sizeable glutes greeted his gaze, rock hard and of course, dusted with dark black hair. “Dude! Put some pants on!” Chris cried out with a bit of a chuckle, as he turned from his finished game, catching a look at Connor’s hairy ass. “My bad.” Connor chuckled as he walked across the room to fish around for some underwear from the beige dresser.

“What were you saying about Nate?” Chris asked as he rummaged around in the mini fridge, pulling out a Pabst “Did you get a fucked up text from him too?” “That’s what I asked you, dumb ass” replied Connor, still deep in the quest for some underwear to throw over his bare ass. “Oh, yeah my bad. He sent me one, something about being sorry, not judging people for being gay, you know just whiney liberal-fag stuff” said Chris between gulps of cheap beer. “Yeah, sounds like the same one he sent me.” “Fuck, what did he expect, who comes out a week into rushing? If you’re going to be gay and join a frat, at least hide that shit in the closet.” “I don’t know man, I’m glad he came out so we could kick his ass out of the new class of bros. I wouldn’t want him becoming a brother and perving on us every time we hit the gym or partied or whatever.” Conner replied as he pulled his hot pink G-string up over his junk, moving the filament thin string between his round, juicy butt cheeks. “Hey man, new nutt hammock?” asked Chris, eyeing his roommate’s lithe frame with a strange twinkle in his eyes. “Yeah , just got it a couple days ago, thought it showed off my new wax job pretty nicely, what do you think?” asked Connor,  doing a little spin for his roommate, his ass, smooth as glass jiggled slightly as he turned. “Looks good man, fucin’ hot” Mumbled Chris, his eyes glazed and slightly dumb looking. “Really? I hate that it’s so hairy, it’s a pain to wax. Do you think I get it lasered off?” “If it keeps it lookin’ like that, fuckin’ go for it” lusted Chris, a thick and meaty hand reaching down underneath his round roid gut. “What about my chest?” questioned Chirs, rubbing his delicate hands over his soft squishy chest. “Looks good waxed man, would probably be better if you just got it lasered off, so it would always look this good…” replied Chris, bouncing his own gargantuan chest out of reflex as his hand played with his rock hard pecker. “Really, you think it looks hot?” queried Conner, a soft giggle escaping his lips. “Yeah man…if I didn’t have to hit the gym I would totally rub one out in you” Chris replied lustily, hand pulling his skin tight gym shorts back over his absurd tree trunk sized thighs. “Blow it off man, so I can blow you off, what’s one missed day gonna do?” asked Conner, taking a step towards his behemoth roommate,  his chest coming to rest on his impossibly large roid gut Chris ran a massive, calloused hand over his roomate’s  silk soft backside and gave it a nice hard squeeze. “Tempting man…really tempting. But I made a commitment to myself, I didn’t get this body by slacking off, takes all my spare time and dedication.” “And a butt load of roids” Conner chimed back playfully   “Yeah man, eats up all my beer money but it’s worth it for the gains” replied Chris, flexing his bowling ball biceps and grinning as he heard the sound of his under armor starting to give under their bulge. “Fine, but you don’t know what you’re missing” purred Connor, running his fingers down the mountain of man before him. “Rain check man, maybe tonight, if I’m not to wiped from my pump” Connor nodded and sighed as his roommate flung open the door and headed out into the hall on his way to the gym, his muscled thighs rubbing against each other even with his wide swinging gait. The two of them had been living together for almost a full year now and Connor wasn’t sure that he’d ever spent more than an hour a day with him. He was always running off to the gym, or GNC for supplements, or signing up for some bodybuilding competition.   What little free time he seemed to have was spent at the frat meetings, setting up parties and events for the other guys, but never really having time to party down himself. He did hang  back after the meetings to covert fuck one of the  other closeted brothers ever now and again, but as far as Conner could tell, that was the only real ‘slacking off’ Chris allowed himself to indulge in. Connor shrugged as he turned to his dresser. If Chris wouldn’t stay and give him what he needed, then he knew someone who would.  To his pink G string he added a pair of black yoga pants and a tight striped crop top. As a final touch he walked over to the mirror and pursed his lips, fishing out his sparkly watermelon flavored lip gloss out of his pocket, giving his thick, pillowed dick sucking lips a nice glossy coat. His shining blue eyes scanned his delicate face looking for any sign of imperfection, knowing  that of course that he wouldn’t find any. From his button nose to his thick dick sucking lips, his face was a model of delicate beauty.  “Yeah, you’re totally gonna get some.” he mumbled to himself as he blew a kiss to the hot little twink in the mirror. He strolled through the halls and nodded politely at some of the other frat brothers he passed on the way, stopping to let a few of them give his round bouncy butt a nice squeeze or a firm slap. Truth be told he had only joined the frat last year to have a nice source of guys to pull tail from. He didn’t have much in common with any off the other brothers, but he did enjoy watching their drunken shirtless antics immensely, the endless supply of dicks to blow was another nice little perk. It was odd that almost every single brother seemed to be gay, but deeply in the closet, acting as if they were terrified the wrong person in the frat might find out. Connor was almost to his destination when his phone buzzed and let out a soft ding. Pulling it from his yoga pants Connor Grinned when he read the message, letting out an audible chuckle as he paused to look it over. The picture attached to the short message showed an absolute beast of a man, from the neck down, fucking another (not so massively) muscled stud, doggy style, the guys face totally obscured. “This is your fault…hope the janitor doesn’t need his broom closet any time soon, lol. Gonna be late starting my work out after all.” the message read. Conner sometimes wondered why Chris didn’t just bottom seeing as how it was somewhat tricky to get into a comfortable positon with him as the top. One of the side effects of all the roids he took was of course his massive and rock hard gut, extending far enough off of his body that it completely obscured his dick  at all times. Conner knew from personal experience that this made for a fair bit of squeezing and lifting to get his dick into the target, but he had to admit, when he did get it in there, he was pretty good at it…even if he did have to resort to Viagra to get his stiffies, another side effect of all the roids. Conner put his phone back in his pocket and headed into suite 152, raising his fist to knock on the A room. Just as he was about to rap on the door it opened and Conner’s heart fluttered, he was home. “Holy crap, it worked…I saw someone who sort of looked like Chris but I wasn’t sure…wow, it really worked” said Nate a look of awe hanging on his face. Conner gave the man in front of him the once over. He was on the short side, five foot eight or so, with a fair bit of extra weight hanging off his frame. A small set of moob’s sat atop a gut that went a little beyond the freshmen fifteen, hanging over what looked to be a somewhat modest boner pressing against the confines of a pair of black boxer briefs.   A mop of shaggy brown hair framed a round face with somewhat unremarkable features. Brown eyes spaced slightly too far apart rested above a nose that was too large and slightly crooked…still even though he wasn’t all that much to look at, something about Nate just did it for Conner. Even standing a few feet apart from him like he was now, Conner’s entire body felt like it was on fire, burning to feel Nates hands run all over his smooth, slight body. “Well, get to it.”  Said Nate with a grin as he dropped his boxers to the ground, revealing a rock hard five inch cock, reminding Conner a little bit of an uncooked hotdog. Conner wasted no time dropping to his knees and wrapping his big glossy lips around the magnificent meat. Conner heard Nate let out a long low moan, his resonant tenor ringing through the room with delight. Conner felt the dick he was sucking move away from him slightly, and he scooted along the floor on his knees to keep up with it, following where it went. Kneeling beside Nate’s computer tower now Conner heard a few beeps and a loud whirring sound before Nate let out another moan, deep and resonant, a baritone, sexy enough to make his dick twitch and leak slightly. Conner’s lips strained around the dick in his mouth. He sucked a lot of dicks, but Nate’s was always a bit of a challenge. At thirteen inches long and nearly the width of one of those super-sized energy drinks, it really did a number of Conner’s mouth, stretching his lips out around its mass. Conner felt a hand push him away from the meat and didn’t resist, he was here for Nate’s enjoyment, he wanted to let him be in complete control.

Ivan had always been a bit of a homebody. He’d never really thought about working out except playing soccer in high school and with some friends. But as he’d gotten older there was less and less time to be able to enjoy the game. It’s not like he noticed that he’d been playing less but as his family grew and working full time there just wasn’t enough time to play anymore. But it wasn’t until he’d seen his most recent son come back from college for the summer that he’d realized how much his body had changed.

To Ivan, soccer was the greatest sport but to his oldest son he seemed to be far more into football. There was good reason too. His large bulky frame could easily take people tackling him while his strong arms made him perfect for throwing the ball. Ivan didn’t know where he got it from. Dino was nearly twice the size of him at the same age. And Ivan couldn’t deny the pang of envy of his son; especially when he looked down and saw his own bloated physique. That’s what got him into the gym. He had set a goal of being able to play soccer with his younger sons again.

Ivan packed up his stuff and headed to the gym. When he pulled out his phone to open up his music app he realized that wasn’t his phone. He’d accidently picked up Dino’s. “Ooops…” he groaned looking down at the phone. “Might as well tell him…” Ivan opened up the screen looking for the messenger app. However as his eyes scrolled around the screen he couldn’t help but notice an app he’d never seen before. “I shouldn’t…” he told himself but his finger clicked on the app and it opened up. “I’m just being a good father. Just have to make sure he’s not into something he’s not supposed to be.”

Scrolling through the app he didn’t understand what he was looking at. It just listed things off like, “I’m a 6’4” football stud.” “I have straight A’s and can get anyone into bed that I want.” “Guys are jealous of my massive body and girls just want to feel it up when they see me.” None of it made sense to Ivan. But he couldn’t help but confirm that all of them were true statements. The whole reason he’d gone to the gym was because of his son. He’d wanted to get back into shape because of him!

Then his eyes hit the bottom of the screen. ‘Type what you’d like to change.’ The bar flashed at the end and he watched it blink. A part of him wondered. He couldn’t help but wonder if this is why Dino was so different from his father. “If it doesn’t work it doesn’t work,” Ivan told himself. He instantly started typing. ‘I get all my amazing physical genetics from my dad. He’s built just like me and trained me to get to this size. Without my dad’s help and training through high school and college I wouldn’t be the size I am. He loves working out and getting big just like me.’ Ivan hit the enter button.

Instantly his mind went blank. He couldn’t see what was happening to his body. Muscle was rapidly adding to his frame. The fat that had built on him disappeared for a far more dense muscle. His mind was emptying out with all the wasted time he’d spent drinking beers and not doing anything was spent in the gym. Each second his muscles got larger filling an even larger shirt. A dark scruffy beard grew to his face. He looked over himself again not realizing anything had changed. His large arms filled his sleeves while his chest pushed his shirt forward. He gave himself a glance admiring his physique he’d been working on for years.

The phone in his hand vibrated. ‘Dad I think you’ve got my phone. Please don’t go through anything!’

‘You have to come and workout first. Then you get your phone,’ he texted back.

‘But dad…’

Ivan instinctually went back to the app thinking about all the things that his son had written about him. He typed one more thing in, ‘I listen to my dad when he tells me something.’

So I took @amalianetwork​‘s offer for the prompts and he really did a good job getting my admittedly currently low inspiration going. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Help Wanted

Did he really want to use this? He had tried anything to get more customers to visit his store, but nothing had worked. It wasn’t like it was that unusual of a shop, just some clothes. But it seemed like he, an overweight balding middle-aged guy wasn’t exactly the best guy to own a workout gear store. After all he had never even set foot in a gym and boy did it show. This whole situation left him with no other choice but to finally use the gifts he had inherited from his family.

He took the pen to hand and wrote a little sign just stating “Help Wanted” and placed in the store’s window. He sighed. The next poor soul to enter the store would not be interested in any of the gear he sold, but simply drawn in by the sign. And speaking of it, just that second a young guy walked in. He looked about 20 and like a typical stoner, a beanie on his shaggy hair and some baggy clothes barely hiding his unimpressive body from view. He carefully approached the counter, like he didn’t really know why he had entered the small store. “I saw the sign and wanted to apply for the job.”, the stoner said and gave the store owner an irritated look.

The older man just said, “Don’t worry, kid, it will be over soon.” and sighed, giving him a look of sadness and also curiosity. Before the stoner could even ask what that meant he felt like he had been thrown into hot water. His skin was burning as well as his insides and he doubled over in pain. He wanted to call for help, but instead only a deep moan escaped his lips. While the stoner felt his body grow and change, the store owner just watched from behind the counter. He sighed again. The guy’s shoulders filled out and started to broaden, his arms blew up like air balloons and his pecs practically blew the tightening shirt right off his chest. WIth the shirt gone he saw an unbelievably defined set of abs push their way through the light pudge the stoner had been carrying and his legs bursting through the cargo shorts he had been wearing.

This left the former stoner now only in a pair of unbelievably tight boxer briefs, which quickly pulled up into a jockstrap. The shop owner threw the man who now looked like he lived in a gym a pair of workout shorts and pointed to the shop’s front door. The eager man quickly jogged outside, his heavy pecs bouncing with each steps and soon began praising the incredible quality of the shop’s clothing. The shop owner just left out another sigh. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to use the gifts yet another time.

Hard Liquor

Gabe and Matt sat at home at Matt’s parents’ place and downed yet another beer. Since Matt’s parents weren’t home for the weekend, their son had to do some housesitting and had decided to invite one of his best friends over to spend the night. Of course they had both drunken their fair share of beers already (A game of “Never Have I Ever” was responsible for a good bit of them.) The downside though, was that the two beers they were just drinking were the two last ones Tyler had brought along, which meant they now had to stop drinking.

“Dude, I don’t wanna stop now.”, Gabe slurred and shook his half empty beer can, before downing the rest in one go. Matt followed his followed his example and emptied his beer too, before realizing his error. With a groan the two of them rose from the couch they had been sitting on and looked around the room, also letting there gaze wander across each other’s bodies. It’s not like they were gay, of course. Though they had had this one gay experiment when they had shared a room, there was nothing between them. It wasn’t like they were bad looking though, just a few beers less and a bit of healthy eating and working out would probably give them the bodies of average jocks, but they were both far too lazy for that.

“Dude, I think I have an idea.”, Matt said all of a sudden, “My dad has this liquor cabinet who he thinks is secret.” That sounded like a good enough idea for the two, so they went to Matt’s father’s room and quickly found the cabinet. It had a fat lock in front of it, but since Gabe had some talent for lockpicking (He had wanted to become a stage magician when he was younger.) it was quickly disposed of. Inside was a wide array of liquor bottles, about a dozen Gabe guessed. While Matt grabbed a Tequila bottle which was labeled “Twinkila”, his friend settled for a Vodka bottle, whose label simply read “Dad Bodka”. Without further ado the two took a big slug out of their respective bottles.

All of a sudden Gabe felt weird, completely dozy and relaxed. It was probably just the alcohol. Just like it was responsible for is lack of some memories. Like why was he only in his briefs and why could he not remember the time he and Matt had shared a room. It also made his body feel weird, like it was being pull into every direction and was pretty heavy. He just scratched his Bare chest as  he felt a weird itch spread over it. Wait, chest? He looked down and was greeted by the familiar sight of his heavy pecs, coated by a dense pelt of hair. As he rubbed his abs, he remembered the hours of working out in the gym, which had built this bod. Suddenly he felt someone pull at the waistband of his briefs.

It was Matt, the little twink he had been fucking for a few weeks. The little guy was hungry for his fat cock again. With a soft high pitched voice Matty said: “I need again, daddy.” He underlined his words by rubbing his fat bubble butt. “Sure thing, boi.”, Gabe just answered and ripped away his underwear, before flipping around the twink and secretly hoping hs parents would still be gone for a while.

Traffic Stop

Helen was left with no choice. She had tried getting her husband to work out or visit a workshop about sexual energy and this stuff, but he just didn’t want to. Even though Jim was only 44 years old he behaved like a retiree. He woke up at 5AM and ate dinner at 5PM, before she was even home. She really had had enough of his complaining all the time how everything had been better when he was younger. And worst of all his libido had practically neared 0. They hadn’t fucked in like a year, a fact which probably let her to find the other things even more annoying. It wasn’t like she wanted to leave him though. Helen was still in love with her husband, but things needed a change. Or simply a fresh start.

Carefully she sprayed the concoction into the AC of Jim’s car. It was pretty hot so, he was bound to eventually use it. Even more so since he was quick to try and adjust the temperature in the car to his optimum. Suddenly Helen heard steps behind her. As she turned around, she saw it was her husband. He just gave her a confused look, but didn’t ask what she was dong in his car. He just gave her a kiss, climbed into the car and drove off. Helen just hoped the concoction wouldn’t cause any problems for him.

As Jim drove off, he had a weird feeling. Call it premonition, but he felt like something would happen today. He just shrugged it off. After all as long as he was home at 5PM, just in time for dinner, he was content. Though it was pretty hot today, so he decided to turn on the air conditioning. As soon as he turned the dial, he smelled something unfamiliar. The fragrance reminded him of the locker rooms in high school and the gym he had visited when he was in college. As Jim breathed in more and more of the concoction, getting kind of drunk from the smell, the years melted from his body. The slight wrinkles that had appeared in the last years smoothened, the bit of pudge he had formed since college melted and revealed the tight physique he had had in his younger days.

Then the smell changed. From iron and sweat to the smell of … maybe dried cum? He definitely knew the smell, but he wasn’t 100% sure. As he tried identifying the second smell for sure, his dick hardened. But it wasn’t only hardening, it got longer by the second as well, and fatter too, until it looked like he was smuggling a deli quality salami in his tight pants. As he stopped at a traffic light, he also noticed he had to push seat further back and that his car seemed smaller than he remembered. And also that he was crazy horny. He started massaging his enlarged dick through his pants and that’s when he noticed.

His arms were just incredibly muscular and that his pecs were so big he could barely see the sizable silhouette of his dick in his pants.Finally the tool broke free from it’s fabric prison and Jim started furiously jerking it, ignoring the honking cars behind him. WIth his free hand he grabbed the roof of his car through the open roof, given everyone behind him a perfect view of the powerful cannons. He quickly shot a load, started his car again and did a u-Turn. He had to get home immediately. He had this raging horniness and knew only one woman could sate it.

Grand Slam

“And the winner is David Fedderson.”, the referee announced the very obvious result. The match hadn’t even been close. It was basically like shooting cannonballs at a fish in a bowl, or at least that’s how Roger had felt. He had scored once, and that was only because David had been distracted by a hot woman in the audience, who was surely on her way to get her pussy split by David’s enormous cock. On the other hand Roger would be coming home to an empty home, with only some jerking off as substitute for the action David would get.

He wondered for a moment how it had come to this. He had been pretty big in the junior tennis league, but as soon as he moved to the professionals he found himself at the bottom of the ladder. It didn’t matter how much he trained, he simply couldn’t come close to guys like David. Lost in these dark thoughts he went to the shower. It had always been his big dream to manage a Grand Slam, but as things were going now he’d only get it if everyone else would vanish. Depressed he came back from the shower and found his locker open. “Perfect.”, Roger just said annoyed, a theft would make this day simply complete, completely garbage.

He looked if something had been stolen, but the opposite was the case. Hidden just beneath his underwear was a little bottle of pills with a note attached. “Dear Roger, I was in a similar situation to yours, but these pills helped me. I hope they help you achieving a Grand Slam.”, the not read, with only an X as signature. Warily Roger eyed up the bottle and the pills. They looked just like normal medicine, but the way the note described them, they had to be steroids or something like this. But a little voice in Roger’s mind told him “What do you have to lose.” and so he swallowed 3 of the little yellow tablets.

Immediately he felt weird, like he had to puke, but instead he just felt his body tighten and grow, his already pretty athletic build shifting into something bigger, more manly, muscular and wild. Little hair started to sprout all over his body, as his tight chest became more beefy and his lean arms grew more powerful and he became taller as well. Roger was so caught up in his own transformation, that he barely noticed his surroundings shift and the locker room being replaced by a forest with a hut in it. Or the tennis bat being morphed an axe and the tennis gear becoming clothes that looked like they belonged to a lumberjack.

“But they do. They belong to you after all.”, the voice from before said. And it was right. As if he had done it thousands of times before, Roger put on the clothes before him, taking some extra time to bring his dick in the right position in the tight briefs and took the axe. He went to the nearest trees and with one mighty swing of the axe with his powerful arms brought down the tree in one go. “That’s what I call a Grand Slam.”, he chuckled and wondered why he felt like this had meant something different to him earlier.

Young, Dumb, and Full of Cum

Charles was pretty happy in that moment. After several decades of working in the company he could finally go into retirement. He had dedicated nearly 50 years to the insurance company and thus was well respected among his colleagues. Had he wanted to, he could have easily been promoted, but he never felt the need to. It wasn’t like he could attract anyone with his looks, being more on the ugly side. Not like he ever wanted to, he just didn’t have any kind of sex drive at all and he never felt anything like love towards another person either. He wasn’t an asshole, it was just so that whatever feeling he had towards them could not compare to what was described in movies and the like.

That’s what bothered him though. He had never been in a relationship with someone, let alone having sex. He always had wondered what his life would have been like if he was more on the emotional side, if he had ever fallen in love with someone or if he at least had ever had sex with someone. So when his colleagues presented him a cake with a big bright red candle on it (which somehow looked a little like a penis) he closed his eyes and did as he was told, he made a wish. “I wish I was younger again, so I could live my life another way.” Unbeknownst to him his colleagues had all given a little money to get a special candle, one which would really turn his life around.

Right after Charles had made the wish he felt a pressure inside of him. It was like someone was pushing something up his ass and it felt so good. Carefully he opened his eyes and found himself face to cest with one of the most muscular men he had ever seen. The man was carrying him and judging from the motions of the man and the shifting of the feeling in his ass, he was balls deep inside the poor Charles’ ass. He just couldn’t contain himself anymore and so the young man shot a load on the large man’s equally large chest. Wait, young man? Yeah, he was only barely 23, that went as young, he reminded himself.

Soon after the Hercules before couldn’t hold it any longer too and shot his load too, even though it was much bigger, at least from the feeling Charlie had. “You satisfied, lil’ guy?”, the behemoth asked. Charlie just giggled. He adored Jamal so much, not just because of the amazing sex and his even more amazing body. The man with 21-inch-arms and the eight pack abs cared for him to. And boy was it necessary. Charlie simply wasn’t the brightest guy around, he just liked fucking too much to focus on anything else. Which perfectly matched with Jamal, the ebony stallion had a libido almost as big as Charlie’s and an enormous cock, which perfectly fit the twink’s bottomless ass.

Jamal pulled his fat cock out of the little guy and put him down on the bed. The big guy walked into the kitchen to prepare some lunch, they really had been fucking intensely for 3 hours straight now and the black man was getting really hungry. He prepared some scrambled eggs, enjoying the flexing of his own biceps while doing so. When he turned around to get a plate, he saw Charlie again, presenting his perfect bubble butt. “Really again?”, the black man just chuckled, earning him an excited nod from the twink.

Community Service

Ryan really didn’t want to do this, but he had to. After being caught driving to fast multiple times, he was forced into community service. It was his job to pick up garbage around downtown. Suddenly he got a message from a guy he barely knew from the gym. The guy was one of the regulars, probably the biggest one of them and as far as Ryan knew that guy even stepped on the professional stage sometimes, seemingly to large success too. Anyways, the guy had sent him a message containing a link and something about it being the most amazing thing he’d ever seen and the reason for his success. “Probably roids or some shit.”, Ryan mused to himself. He couldn’t help but be curious though and ultimately clicked the link, causing his phone to go black for a second.

“Great! A virus!”, Ryan groaned to himself, only to find a new program added to his phone’s main menu. It was titled with some shit like Reality Alteration and such stuff, but Ryan didn’t really believe it. With a groan he handed his phone to one of the homeless people nearby. “Hey you, you wanna have this phone? It has a virus on it and I don’t wanna risk invading my smart home with this stuff.”, the wealthy manager said, knowing he could just walk into the next shop to get a better phone. He didn’t have any real personal data on it either, after all he had bought it only some weeks ago.

The homeless guy didn’t know what to say, he just looked at Ryan with tears in his eyes from this act of kindness. Ryan just scratched his head. “View it as part of my community service.”, he just said and went back to picking up trash, only occasionally throwing glances at the happy homeless. His face was totally amazed, like he had discovered something that could change the world. And then he started typing. This went on several minutes, with every time Ryan looking at him more joy on the man’s face. Finally he looked like he was checking something and then he tapped the screen with a confident smile.

For a moment Ryan was hit by dizziness and his vision blurred. When it refocused he was still looking at Jake, who had the tiny looking phone (at least in his massive mitts) tightly in his grasp. He looked like he was amazed by his body, like he hadn’t always been that awe-inspiring towering mountain of a man he was. He even pulled at his favorite tanktop like he didn’t know it. When Jake spotted Ryan, he flashed him a smile and gestured for him to come over. Obediently the smaller man walked over. “What’s up, big guy?”, Ryan asked his bigger friend. “Oh nothing, man, just wanted to thank you again for the phone.”, Jake replied and looked a little weird saying this. Uncertain somehow and nervous, like he waited for a reaction from Ryan.

“Oh, I know what’s going on here.”, the manager just said with a knowing smile, “Someone’s horny again, right?” This caused the larger man to laugh loudly and pull Ryan in, closer to massive chest and eventually a little lower. Like he had done dozens of times before, he freed the monster Jake was hiding in his pants and started sucking. Well sucking off the most build (technically) homeless man in town was an unusual way of community service, but who was Ryan to complain. After all Jake would crash at his place tonight and that meant no sleep later.

The Mark

Tim had a horrible day. Not only had he embarrassed himself in PE, not being able to do a single pullup, he also got beaten up by the school’s bully later on. And now he came home and found his older brother Sean fucking the girl he had had a crush on since middle school. Well not that he would have had any chance of ever hooking up with her, considering his skinny stature, especially to the all-american jock he called his brother. Sean had simply inherited everything that had made their father a linebacker in the NFL. It wasn’t like Tim hadn’t tried to build some muscle or get into shape, but whenever he tried doing sports, he simply didn’t manage to put on any mass.

Naturally he sat in front of his computer now and wrote everything that had made his day a disaster down to his internet friend Gene. While the mysterious guy on the web tried to comfort his friend, Tim didn’t really calm down. Understandably the high schooler was agitated and furious at his brother. All the time he was angry at himself for not being able to do the tiniest thing about it. And so he eventually wrote “I wish I wouldn’t get shoved around that much.” earning him a simple “Granted”. That night Time had strange dreams, about someone who bound him to a table and applied some weird pen to his face.

The next morning he woke up and checked his face in the mirror. Everything looked like always, except for one little detail, a new mole below his right eye. “What the fuck.”, Tim just whispered, and touched it. While it didn’t feel any weird normally, when his fingers touched the mole, it was almost like an electrical hum was emanating from it. “What the fuck.”, Tim repeated and kept touching the new feature of his face. While  the feeling was weird, it wasn’t particularly bad. Suddenly his brother burst into his room, stark naked. “Bro, I know you always have some condoms lying around. I need to borrow one, or a few.”, he boasted. “Fuck off, Sean, I won’t help you fuck Heather.”, the little brother just replied, earning him an enraged look from the older sibling. As Sean prepared to put Tim in a headlock, he brushed against the mole and there was a bright flash of light.

When Tim regained his vision, his brother was nowhere to be seen, but his room seemed smaller all of a sudden. And he felt heavier too. He brought up an arm and flexed, enjoying the feeling of the mighty peak rise and harden. As he looked down to inspect if anything else but his arms had changed, he saw his brother hadn’t disappeared, he was now only about 1.5 feet smaller than Tim, and far skinnier judging from the meaty chest Tim could see looking down. And looking past his mountainous pecs he also so something else which had grown. Sticking away from his body by around a foot was the thickest cock Tim had ever seen. And it was as hard as a steel pipe.

Tim grabbed his low-hanging, cum heavy, kiwi-sized balls and threw his smaller, still baffled brother a smirk. “I think I’m gonna go over and greet Heather.”, Tim said and grabbed a dozen condoms from his nightstand, “We need to do some catching up.”

A new scientific studyfrom Princeton researchers Martin Gilens and Benjamin I. Page has finally put some science behind the recently popular argument that the United States isn’t a democracy any more. And they’ve found that in fact, America is basically an oligarchy.

An oligarchy is a system where power is effectively wielded by a small number of individuals defined by their status called oligarchs. Members of the oligarchy are the rich, the well connected and the politically powerful, as well as particularly well placed individuals in institutions like banking and finance or the military.

For their study, Gilens and Page compiled data from roughly 1,800 different policy initiatives in the years between 1981 and 2002. They then compared those policy changes with the expressed opinion of the United State public. Comparing the preferences of the average American at the 50th percentile of income to what those Americans at the 90th percentile preferred, as well as the opinions of major lobbying or business groups, the researchers found out that the government followed the directives set forth by the latter two much more often.

It’s beyond alarming. As Gilens and Page write, “the preferences of the average American appear to have only a minuscule, near-zero, statistically non-significant impact upon public policy.“ In other words, their statistics say your opinion literally does not matter.

Compared to the USA Canada actually has pretty stringent election donation laws in most provinces and federally which among other things bans corporate donations and limits donations in size. This is not how it works in the USA where Corporations more or less have free rule.

However despite this Canadian governments are heavily lobbied by corporations and industries like the oil industry, and I do believe this lobbying influences policy. There have been some instances where Trudeau has delayed or changed rules around Climate Change action after heavy lobbying by the oil industry.