This man you saw today on the beach is the absolute biggest threat to your innocence. He gives you the most inappropriate thoughts. Every time he walks past you, your legs shake violently and you become paralyzed. His smell and his muscles make you go crazy. Even though he hasn't given you any attention, you make your way over to him as if you were externally controlled. You see him grabbing another girls ass and making her look like a slut. A normal person would be turned off by this but you are so in love with him that you want to be his slut too. You would completely destroy your dignity and you don't care how many other girls he has.
So, a friend of mine (@abfbm ) like to play this game where we send each other pictures, and come up with short captions for them! It's a lot of fun, and some of them have actually been pretty great, so I decided to post some of the ones I wrote out! With his permission of course. So, here's a series of short captions I wrote for pictures he sent to me! Tell me what you all think!
"Didn't think that getting stud earrings would turn me into an actual stud, but I definitely don't mind it!"
Spent my whole life as a scrawny emo, until my Uncle took me under his wing over the summer. I can't wait to see the look on my bullies faces when I take off my baggy hoodie
"Hey babe! Worked out hard at the gym today. Having me drain your masculinity was the the best idea you ever had! Now you get to be the girl you've always been, and I get some giant muscles for you to worship~"
"My boyfriend just sent me the hottest photo! I never thought a hunky quarterback like him would fall for a geeky guy like me. Although I didn't think genies existed either haha. Lucky me!"
“When someone asks him to prove his claims of ‘Arab Superiority’ all this stud does is flex
I used the muscle growth serum so that I could make myself big enough to beat up my bully. Didn't realized it'd turn him on so much that my jock bully would become my himbo boyfriend
Muscle vampires don't actually have fangs, but getting those fang piercings seemed like a funny joke at the time
When my Uncle invited me to go to the family lakehouse, which has been in our family for generations, I thought it'd be boring
When my Uncle suggested I take a dip in the lake at midnight to see the full moon because it would help me '"fulfill my potential," I figured he was just being poetic
If someone had asked me if I wanted to be a hunky, muscular jock with a huge dick, bigger libido, enormous ego and the hots for his Uncle, I would have been disgusted and said no
Only now, with my Uncles hard cock in my muscular jock ass, do I realize the obvious: I was so fucking wrong
I've left my weakness behind me. Only time I look back now is to admire my own
AE-919 refers to a series of humanoid statues exhibiting anomalous properties. The statues are believed to be of ancient origin, with stylistic elements reminiscent of classical Greek and Roman sculpture. Each statue is crafted with meticulous detail, showcasing an idealised version of the male form.
Each statue is at least 2 metres tall and is carved from either granite or marble. The statues depict hyper-muscled, nude male figures with exaggerated masculine features and prominent genitalia. Weapons and armour are notably absent, and the statues can be seen posing in typical stereotypical frat jock style.
AE-919 can be very dangerous. Prolonged visual contact with an instance of AE-919 causes a progressive anomalous effect on living human subjects. Initial symptoms include elevated heart rate, increased body temperature, and involuntary muscle growth. Continued exposure leads to rapid hypertrophy of skeletal muscle, heightened libido, cognitive simplification, and compulsive sexual arousal reminiscent of a jock-like mentality. Upon physical contact, anyone that touches or is touched by an instance undergoes full petrification and body transformation, becoming an additional instance of AE-919.
AE-919 instances are immobile and silent, but they can move when not being observed directly, which proves to be a significant hazard for anyone in the vicinity. We have found out that covering the statues with opaque materials can temporarily inhibit their movement, but this is not a permanent solution.
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Incident Report: AE-919-005
Jake hated the night shift at the gallery in █████. At 26, he was still trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his life, and this job was just a temporary gig to pay the bills. He didn't give a damn about art, but the pay was decent enough, at least he thought. As a cleaner, his duties were pretty straightforward: mop the floors, dust the displays, and make sure everything looks presentable for the next day's visitors. Easy money, but boring as hell.
Tonight felt different, though. As he was finishing up his rounds on the ground floor, he noticed something odd. There was a door at the back of the corridor that he had never seen before...
Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to check it out.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, expecting to find a storage closet or something similar. Instead, he found himself in a large chamber with something big in the centre. What it was, he didn't know, as it was covered by a huge tarp.
"What the hell is this place?" Jake muttered to himself, shining his torch around the room. "This a new exhibit or something?" he wondered aloud. Looking around, there wasn't much else in the room, just a few old crates and some workbenches covered in a bit of dust. Jake's eyes were drawn back to the thing in the centre, where bold red letters were stencilled across:
DO NOT LOOK
Jake snorted. "Yeah, right."
Now, a normal person would have probably left it alone, but this was a young man with nothing better to do. He wasn't the kind of guy who followed rules when no one was watching. He hooked his fingers under the edge of the tarp and yanked it.
*fffffft*
"What the hell?" Jake gasped, staring at the sight before him.
Four statues.
They were identical in their perfection: towering, hyper-muscled male figures carved from some kind of stone. Each one posed differently, but they all shared the same brutally handsome faces, square jaws, and thick, veiny stone cocks hanging freely in their sculpted forms.
The detail in these things was obscene. Jake's stomach twisted. "What the fuck are these fag statues?" he muttered, the words echoing off the walls. His conservative hometown upbringing screamed in the back of his head. These statues were the male form perfected, and this made Jake uncomfortable with his own sexuality. He kept thinking about modesty and how these sculptures were clearly made by a gay person, given the giant cocks they had.
He forced himself to look away and grabbed the mop. "Just clean the damn room and get out", he told himself. The floor was filthy with some sticky liquid. He attacked it hard, trying to ignore the four giants in the room.
Fucking homos...
Minutes passed. The chamber started looking almost presentable. Jake wrung out the mop, ready to bolt, when a sudden noise scared him.
"W-what the hell?" he stammered, spinning around.
...
...
...
Silence...
He didn't know what to expect. The only thing in the room with him were those giant statues, and they surely couldn't have made a sound.
"Okay, maybe I imagined it" he thought, trying to calm himself down. Suddenly, the lights in the ceiling flickered, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment.
When the lights came back on, the sight before him was even more terrifying.
No fucking way...
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The statues were no longer in the same positions they were before.
He was frozen in place. They had moved. All four of them. Closer. A bit closer.
His eyes were getting dry from the fear...
*blink*
Jake's breath caught. They were even closer now. He stumbled backward and tripped over himself. His ass hit the cold floor hard.
He opened his eyes after the fall, and the statues were in different positions again. Even their poses had changed, kinda like they were mocking him.
*blink*
Another blink. They definitely seemed closer. Jake's heart was beating so hard that it hurt.
Fuck... FUCK FUCK FUCK! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME
After a few more blinks, he realised it. They were only moving when he wasn't looking. He was trapped though, not able to look behind him for the exit. The longer he stared at them, the hotter the room felt. His simple black shirt suddenly felt tight across his shoulders. His arms were sweating, evident from the two sweat stains under his armpits.
The more he looked at those big... strong... masculine... statues, the warmer he felt. The chiselled bodies... perfectly sculpted... and those perfectly carved... cocks... Wait. Cocks? He wasn't gay, why did those cocks look so... perfect?
*blink*
They inched closer again.
"No... no no no... stop looking at their dicks, you fucking freak", Jake thought in panic. But his eyes stayed glued on their perfect bodies. The longer he stared, the more his body betrayed him.
His chest began to swell with each breath he took. He did not notice how his chest was now stretching the T-shirt he was wearing. His arms thickened, veins bulging as they grew in size. Those biceps and triceps exploded in size, the fabric of his shirt straining to contain them. The shirt started to ride up, exposing more and more of his now broadening torso. His nipples hardened and became more sensitive, poking through the thin material as his chest continued to grow in size and definition.
This isn't happening... this can't be real... I'm not... I'm not...
His shoulders popped. He was getting so big... so strong... the testosterone flooding his body was making him hornier than he had ever been in his life. Those perfect, veiny cocks on the statues were all he could think about. He wanted to touch them, to feel them in his hands, to stroke them even though he knew it was wrong. It felt so bad, but it also felt so good... He was getting so turned on by the sight of these gorgeous, perfect stone men, and it was terrifying him. He wanted to stop, to leave, but he was afraid to look away. He was afraid of what would happen if he did. All he could do was stare at perfection, while trying to crawl away from it at the same time.
I can't... I don't want... PLEASE... LEAVE ME ALONE...
He could feel himself losing control. The urge to give in and touch himself right there was overwhelming him. He was so big now. His thighs grew so thick that it stretched his jeans painfully. It hurt so much... he needed to take them out, but he couldn't. He needed to do something... anything... His cock… fuck, his cock just was begging to be released. It was so tight in those jeans...
The thoughts in his head were getting slower, fuzzier. Memories of his conservative family, the things they'd say if they saw him like this, the shame he was supposed to feel - they all started to feel distant and irrelevant. All that mattered now was the need to release himself. His cock suddenly lurched with a mind of its own. Jake gasped sharply as his puny shaft swelled heavier and longer, pushing aggressively against the front of his pants. The jeans were so tight that it felt like they were going to burst open at any moment. He tried to unzip them without looking down. As he did, his package bobbed up and down in his underwear, freer than before, now able to breathe freely.
Stop... please... I don't want this... I'm not a fag... I'm not...
But his cock kept throbbing harder, betraying him with every pulse. Precum soaked through his boxers in hot, sticky pulses, darkening the gray material as his balls swelled too, growing fuller, heavier, churning with a sudden, overwhelming need.
What… the fuck… no-fuck-stop!
One hand flew down instinctively, trying to press the massive, still-growing erection flat against his thigh, but the moment his palm made contact the cock surged even harder, thickening another full inch in a single powerful pulse. The head flared wider, stretching out his underwear, slick and flushed and impossibly sensitive. His eyes were burning and crying as tears welled up behind them. He couldn't stop staring at the statues. The longer he looked, the more his mind started to slip. They were so beautiful...
So fucking perfect...
The pressure built up inside him until it felt like it would burst at any moment, and then...
He couldn't help himself. One huge hand wrapped around his dripping monster without thinking and gave it a slow stroke. Precum bubbled from the slit in heavy globs. A dumb, lazy grin crept across his face. His brain was turning into mush. All his worries, doubts, and insecurities were washed away by the sheer beauty of the statues. Everything else was irrelevant.
He felt good. Big. Powerful.
He was happy...
He didn't even notice that he had begun stroking himself. Just his now meaty hand and his throbbing cock, beneath the fabric of his underwear. He didn't care about anything else but the feeling of his own flesh against his skin, the way it was stretching and bulging with each stroke. He felt like he could burst at any moment, like a balloon filled to the brim.
Ughnnh...
Looking at those statues felt so good... His personality, his will, his life... all flushed down his balls. They were so full of cum, begging for release as he continued touching himself like a dumb fool. He stopped caring about his life... about the moving statues... about anything really. Just an empty head filled with nothing but the desire to cum.
He felt so good... He didn't care any more. These things could kill him for all he cared. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, surrendering completely as his growing dick continued to throb and leak in his pants, begging for more.
One of the statues stepped forward now that his eyes were finally closed.
Cold stone fingers enveloped Jake's face in a strong crushing grip. The giant sentinel grabbed him by the face and started lifting him effortlessly off the floor. As it lifted him, Jake's already enormous thighs kept swelling even bigger. The overstretched fabric of his work pants finally gave up. Thick strips of torn material shredded down both sides as his massive quads and rock-hard ass burst free. His now monstrous, foot-long cock and heavy balls sprang completely into the open air, swinging heavily between his spread legs, still leaking thick ropes of precum that splattered onto the floor below.
At first it hurt - the pressure on his jaw, the way his neck strained - but the pain melted almost immediately into something pleasurable. Jake's face began to harden under those stone fingers. His jawline sharpened, cheekbones pushed out, forehead became smooth and chiselled. The more the statue lifted him, the more Jake grew. His last human expression settled into the same arrogant, chiselled smirk as the others.
His spine stretched with deep, cracking pops, adding inch after inch of height. His shoulders, his arms, his legs - every part of him grew bigger than it had before. He was slowly becoming as huge and chiselled like the four perfect beings around him. The petrification spread from his head down to his feet, turning his warm skin into cold hard rock. Every new inch of stone brought a wave of mind-melting pleasure. His thoughts dissolved completely. There were no more worries... No more shame... Just the simple feeling of being perfect now. A muscle god. Immortalised in stone. Forever.
And as the petrification reached his chest, his nipples hardened into perfect stone buds, poking out from his now rock-hard pecs. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He tried to moan, but his face couldn't move any more. The rest of his body followed, his arms and legs stiffening into the same perfect form as the other sentinels.
Finally, as the petrification reached his groin, his cock - already monstrous - gave one final, violent surge. And as the stone locked it solid, Jake's body suddenly convulsed. A massive, brain-shattering orgasm ripped through him. His heavy balls tightened hard as thick ropes of hot cum surged up his shaft… but there was nowhere for it to go. The load froze forever inside the rock, trapped mid-spurt deep inside his new stone cock - eternally throbbing, eternally cumming, but never able to shoot out. He had cum himself out inside the stone, the last of his human pleasure sealed away forever.
The transformation was complete.
Jake was no longer human. He had become another statue, a permanent sentinel of stone. His body was perfect, his mind blank, and his heart empty. But he was alive, forever eternally cumming inside his stone prison. Not that he cared anyway. He felt too good to care.
Anomaly Entity Status: [CONTAINED FOR STUDY]
On ██/██/████, AEGIS security was alerted to a containment breach at █████████ after night-shift cleaner Jake ██████ failed to check out at the end of his shift. Investigation revealed that the subject had accessed a previously sealed sub-basement chamber designated as a research ██████. The chamber had been hermetically sealed and removed from all official floor plans following the initial recovery of AE-919 in 20██. The door to the vault was not supposed to be operational or visible to non-cleared personnel.
Security footage shows the subject discovering an unmarked door that should not have been present. He entered the chamber at approximately 02:47. No further footage of the subject exists after 03:12.
Recovery teams arrived on site at 04:55 and found 5 instances of AE-919 instead of 4 inside the vault. The newest instance has been positively identified via facial structure analysis and pre-exposure DNA as former employee Jake ██████.
All five statues were successfully neutralised. They have been transferred to a reinforced, light-tight containment vault at ███████ under constant multi-angle camera surveillance. No personnel are permitted to view the statues without special authorization and mandatory full-face visors.
Photographs of Jake ██████, before and after being in contact with AE-919
Subject AE-919-005 (formerly Jake ██████) shows complete and irreversible petrification consistent with the other instances. Internal scans confirm the subject is still biologically active - specifically, the genital region remains in a permanent state of orgasm, with ejaculate trapped and pressurised inside the organs. The brain seems to have been liquefied and/or partially petrified. Nonetheless, MRI scans show signs of activity regardless of the lack of a functioning brain. We will need to conduct further testing to determine the exact nature of this activity.
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