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From the Archives: Holiday 7

*** This was posted as a vignette last year (maybe around this time?) Enjoy! ***

Avery took a deep breath and stepped off the edge of the roof.  He’d allowed himself a brief moment to enjoy the view of the city below, a bustling sea of neon in the perpetual night that was Holiday 7.  Flashing billboards, glowing signs, the clockwork chaos of carefully controlled traffic on primitively paved streets; from his vantage point atop the towering casino, it had ...

What's In The Box?

Looking at Kurt’s bare, perfect pecs, Bryan had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t his fault.  Just because the bizarre circumstances were shaping up to be a dream come true on his end didn’t make him the cause of any of it.  That responsibility rested squarely on the dark-haired hunk’s broad shoulders.

“Hey, man…I know this is a lot, and I hate to rush you, but we really need to get those pants off,” Bryan said, his face flushing when he heard the words....

Overcast, ch. 10: Fitting In

Hayden could no longer pretend that everything was fine.  The dark-haired hunk had been feeling off for the last hour or so, a sense of sore discomfort draping itself over him out of nowhere.  As someone who worked out daily, often more than once, the athletic young man was used to a certain amount of lingering aches in his ample muscle, but this didn’t seem like the familiar aftermath of intense exercise.  Hadyen’s body felt tight in a way it normally didn’t, the tension...

From the Archives: Fruiting Bodies, ch. 12

(hopefully this isn't too hard to follow if you haven't read the others!  Should still be some fun stuff regardless)

“Isn’t it a little late to be having this conversation?”  Tom ran a large hand through the hair on Dave’s burly gut.  He was back in a shape close to the one he’d started in all those years ago, his strapping frame thick with bulky muscle.  He wasn’t as big as his friend, but given the other man’s mood, Dave needed someone with e...

Are Made of This

“So this is the stuff that’s going to make my dreams come true?”  Colton lifted the tiny vial, holding it up to the light so he could better inspect the contents.  The bright afternoon sun streaming through the balcony doors shattered into a rainbow against his grinning face as it passed through the countless glittering shards, the prismatic effect seeming more pronounced than it should given the meager size of the container.  The thin little vial was no more than an inch...

Crack the Code: Gotcha (vignette)

Austin was both impressed and infuriated.  Looking at the drawer full of bright little panties and bras, he admired his roommates’ initiative.  Replacing his normal boxer briefs with the feminine garments must have required significant investments of time and money, especially when coupled with the other alterations to his wardrobe.  Looking in the rest of the drawers revealed tiny shorts, lycra sports bras, crop-tops, and leggings in place of his normal t-shirts and joggers,...

Now Or Never

Mason’s square, flat face was crimson, his blunted, rugged features blushing from his bashful nerves.  His heart raced and his huge, calloused hands trembled, the enormity of what loomed over him more than he could process.  A part of him desperately wanted to take Luke up on his offer before it was too late, but the other parts still refused to believe any of it was really happening.  He still felt fine.  So far, the only symptom was a slight, barely noticeable tingling...

Overcast, ch. 9: Voting Options

Going with some discount mayhem for the next round: 

Option 1: A beefy, hairy guy who’s tired of being the “big” one in his group of friends hires a budget caster, but instead of making himself fit and trim like his friends, they become thick and hairy (weight gain, muscle growth, hairy).

Option 2: A man who’s fixated on “looking good” pays a bootleg caster for a better body and ends up with a hung, sculpted physique that’s more form over function (muscle growth...

Overcast, ch. 9: Group Fun

*** Voting options to come!  Ran out of time and didn't want to hold this up. ***

Everyone with even a partial ear to the ground had heard about Sebastian and the wild happenings that supposedly went on at the handsome hunk’s opulent estate.  The mid-century masterpiece loomed over the quaint college town, its artfully angled walls and slanted roofs looking down from its vantage point high on the hill.  During the day, the sprawling structure was almost a tree-...

From the Archives - Crack the Code, ch. 21: Customized

“Bro…I thought you said this was a D&D game,” Ben laughed, raising an eyebrow as the “Dungeons & Daddies” title card flashed onto the screen.  The wiry ginger had never heard of it, even as someone who spent most of his time gaming, nor was he familiar with “Code Breaker Productions,” the studio behind the obscure release.

Derek shrugged at the other end of the couch.  “Isn’t that what this is?  It’s got wizards and elves and shit.”

“...

New Year New You

It was supposed to be just another meaningless resolution, the kind that was made and broken by millions of people every year.  Billy hadn’t even been that specific, stating only that he wanted to “learn to let go” in the coming year, and that he’d like to “lean into what made him unique.”  After twenty five years of being relatively unremarkable and unassuming, he’d wanted to spread his wings a little, with the emphasis being on those last two words.

Instead, he...

From the Archives - Crack the Code, ch. 10: Pull Up To The Bumper

*** Back to the regular schedule next week! ***

Hank knew something was off, he just couldn’t put his finger on what.  Looking at his reflection in the back room’s grimy mirror, the brawny, buzzed-headed hunk kept coming back to the sight of his furry pec cleavage beneath the coveralls’ open zipper.  He had it pulled down to mid-torso like always, but the handsome mechanic caught himself thinking over and over again that he should have had a t-shirt between the ...

From the Archives: Blue Blazes

Paul took a small swig from his water bottle before wiping the sweat from his brow.  The light dusting of copper hair on his bare chest was slick and glistening, the beads of water accentuating the definition on his athletic torso.  He looked around at the picturesque forest surrounding them, the rocky foothills buzzing with all manner of birds, insects, and small mammals in the fading, late afternoon sun.  The mid-summer foliage was thick and dense, more so than it would have ...

From the Archives: Under the Floorboards

His curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, and after a week of tripping over the loose floorboard Matt decided to investigate.  There were plenty of creaks and moans from the ancient house he’d just purchased, but this one was different.  It felt intentional.  There was something about the uniformity of its decay that caught his attention, and as he dropped to his knees to get a better look the young man discovered his hunch had been correct.

“Whaaaaaaat the ...

From the Archives: I Heard You Got a Visit From Santa

Josh adjusted the towel hanging low around his trim waist as he stared at the small pile of presents on the counter.  They were the last thing he’d expected to find waiting for him when he’d made it home from the airport last night.  He’d actually forgotten that it was Christmas Eve altogether until he’d pulled up the driveway and discovered the packages in a small pile by his back door.  After a frantic week of traveling for work, the middle-aged executive had dumped t...

From the Archives: All Wrapped Up

Brandon didn’t see the symbols on the underside of the bow.  More specifically, he saw them; he just didn’t pay any attention.  That wasn’t out of the ordinary for the impulsive jock, much like the prank he was about to pull.  When he’d asked the woman at the store to wrap the empty box for him, he didn’t know that she’d overheard his plan, or that she’d decided to enact one of her own.

To Brandon, it seemed both reasonable and hilarious to walk around the C...

From the Archives: I Heard You're Getting a Special Present

“Holy shit…that’s really him, isn’t it?”  Mason slapped Ray on the arm and nodded over at the lean, well-dressed man in a corner booth. With his sharp features, impeccable hair, and the pair of fit young men boxing him in on either side, the handsome figure looked out of place with the rest of the casual pub crowd.

“Well fuck me,” Ray spat, tightening his grip on his beer bottle.  He swiveled on his stool, his face going red with a mix of rage and embarrassment. ...

From the Archives: But What If We Didnt?

“Come on, dude, it’s not that big a deal.”  Brody stepped up behind and clapped his brooding friend on the shoulders, giving Nick’s broad bowling balls a rough squeeze.  “It was already getting late.  Did you really want any of those leftover chicks anyway?”

“That’s not the point,” the hairy wall of muscle grumbled.  He let his discarded shirt join with the sweat-stained gym clothes and other musky detritus covering the bedroom floor.  “How t...

Planet Jock: Bro!

“Good morning, Donny,” Brad said, his sing-song tone dripping with faux friendliness as he stepped up to the counter.  The brawny brunette puffed his chiseled pecs, the muscled mounds bisected by a cobalt tie as they pushed against the tight button down struggling to contain them.  The same went for the shirt's tortured sleeves, the material stretched taut while Brad folded his arms and smirked at the small blonde behind the register.  “I mean, Donald,” he corrected him...

Overcast, ch. 8: Actualized

Dave had never felt better.  The combined sensations of the surreal, psychedelic sky swimming before his dazed eyes and the man’s ecstatic grunts left him with a kind of contentment he’d never experienced before.  Ever since the spell had been turned back on him, since his own world had turned into something unrecognizable, the now-sculpted blonde had been inundated with novel encounters.  While some folks who’d known Dave before would likely be horrified at his seemingly...

From the Archives: Just Business

*** An oldie from way back in 2018 ***

It was hard to tell the circular, roughly hewn object even was a bowl at first glance.  Looking quickly, the round, black basin appeared like nothing more than a lump of jagged stone.  On closer inspection, the deep indentation in the middle was clear, as were the strange carvings lining the interior.  The stone itself was a porous lava rock, rough to the touch and deceptively light for such a large object.

Evan was unable to l...

December Schedule

Hi Everyone,

Quick heads up about the schedule for the rest of the year - I've got next Monday's story ready to go, and I'm planning on getting Overcast, ch. 8 posted, and then I'm going to take the rest of the month off.  Usually I get a few chances to recharge throughout the year, but the only breaks I've taken from writing in 2023 were due to giant projects at the day job, catching covid, or my cat dying, and I am very much feeling it at the moment.  

I'll be sure to ...

Projected

Tom wanted to believe he was dreaming.  He’d had nightmares this vivid before, as well as ones sharing a similar theme, but, no matter how much he wished otherwise, Tom knew that he actually was horrifyingly awake.  His day had been too unremarkable, too mundane so far.  He’d gone through his morning routine as always, without the slightest surreal twist to his commute or time in the office to suggest a dream.  And even if there had been, the stunned man doubted that h...

Repo (vignette)

*** Rough sketch of an idea I wanted to get down ***

Kyle knew he was in trouble the moment he opened the door.  He didn’t recognize the large man seated on the couch in an ill-fitting suit, but the look on Andrew’s face told him it wasn’t a pleasant visit.  Instead of handsome and smug, the other man’s normally confident expression was pale and strained with genuine fear, a sight he’d rarely encountered during their almost two decades of friendship.  Andrew was...

From the Archives: Skipping Ahead

It was a ridiculous situation, yet Eric couldn’t walk away.  He’d been caught off guard, standing naked in front of a stranger with nothing but a small, thin towel wrapped around his trim waist, but there was more than mere awkwardness behind his hesitation.  This man, who he’d never seen before, approached him out of the blue in the locker room asking if he believed in magic and saying he could give him his heart’s desire.

“Look, man, you kinda have me at a disadvan...

Multitask

Billy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly squirming in place.  The slight motion caused his massive thighs to tense and inflate, furthering the territorial conflict occurring below the waist.  His ample, meaty cheeks likewise fought for dominance, though they seemed to have reached an accord, the colossal cakes contenting themselves with bouncing and rippling in tandem at Billy’s slightest movement.  Meanwhile, his fat cock and girthy balls struggled more...

Overcast, ch. 7: Cool Down

Jake knew he looked good.  His wavy, golden hair was perfectly in place, the buzzed sides accentuating his sparkling eyes, sharp features, and plump lips.  Likewise, the small orange harness framing his broad shoulders drew extra attention to the blonde’s bare, sculpted pecs and powerful arms, all of them emphasizing the tightness of the tapering waist below.  Jake’s impressive washboard pinched tight at his hips before his athletic frame expanded out again in a set of stur...

From the Archives: If I Could Turn Back Time

*** This one was posted as a vignette last year. ***

Tom knew he’d made a mistake.  He’d been warned, repeatedly, that the magics involved were unpredictable at best.  It wasn’t an exact science, he’d been told, and outcomes typically manifested in unexpected ways.  The most he’d been promised was a roll of the cosmic dice, but now that he saw the aftermath Tom remembered why he’d never been a gambling man.

He’d thought it would be a simple request. &n...

Where There's Smoke, ch. 2

Russ didn’t know how long he’d been staring at his reflection.  He tended to lose track of things like that nowadays, but he felt like it had been a while.  It was just too easy to get sucked in by the weight of it all, and too hard to pull himself away.  Looking at his broad, cresting muscle gut and the thick, bulbous pecs that rested on top, both offset by stubby, piston arms that hung at an awkward angle, Russ still struggled to believe that it was his own reflection he ...

From the Archives - Kingsbury Harbor, ch. 16: Reel 'Em In

*** Still getting caught back up with everything.  Thank you for your patience! ***

Todd winced as he rolled over and slipped off the bed, his beast of a cock swaying heavily against his toned thighs.  It had been weeks since his freakish growth spurt, and the wiry young man still wasn’t used to having a cock that reached his knees, at least while soft.  As soon as he got hard, which happened easily and often, the impossible monster would grow from fourteen inc...