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FleshBoi Testing (Male to Fleshlight Transformation)

FleshBoi Testing

-a grrside story-

Bob was carrying a cardboard box below his hairy arm. The surface of this box was filled with bumps and scratches thanks to the burly man's careless mishandling of the thing.

A few little holes had also been carved out on the repurposed Abazon Krime delivery box but unlike the scratches those had been deliberate. Just a small courtesy so the live merchandise being transported inside the box wouldn't die due to lack of oxygen.

Not like Bob' sweaty armpit didn't clog most of the small breathing holes anyway.

Bob was too busy thinking and fantasizing about the rebellious twink he had seen at the courtroom earlier that day.

Charlie, that green eyed ginger kiddo acted like a piece of shit of a punk during his whole trial. He appeared dressed in casual clothing, disrespected the judge, and even insulted his own defense lawyer. Young adults nowadays show no respect! That damn brat was so certain he was innocent he made a damn spectacle of himself, and that only cemented the judge's verdict: guilty.

"May your new life serve as your apology for the awful crime you have committed." Said the judge as parting words before hitting his gavel. "Bailiffs, take this criminal away."

Charlie was promptly shackled and carried away into his new life but not before crossing his bright eyes with Bob's.

"Whatcha lookin' at, faggot." Charlie had said before spitting on the floor and promptly receiving a slap in the face by one of the strong men leading him out of the court.

Bob grinned. Oh, that boi had no idea what was in store for him!

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Asuntos Geométricos

Dos compañeros de trabajo acaban siendo transformados en formas muy ridículas e indefensas. ¿Quién les hizo esto? Y aún más importante, ¿está condenada la raza humana en su totalidad? Una historia de ciencia ficción absurda llena de cambios humillantes, fetiches, humillación, humor negro y una gran enseñanza sobre lo mucho que el amor puede cambiar el mundo... Para bien o para mal.

Asuntos geométricos

-Escrito por grrside-

CAPÍTULO 1

Estaba trabajando duro mirando docenas de vídeos porno mientras me sentaba en el inodoro cuando escuché su molesta voz. Podía reconocer esa voz afeminada aguda en cualquier lugar. Miré un poco por la puerta y di en el clavo: esa voz pertenecía a John, del departamento de informática.

John el informático había entrado a los aseos del edificio de oficinas. Detrás de sus gafas de montura gruesa se veía un rostro grasiento, con obesidad mórbida y mal afeitado. Llevaba una camisa negra que no le quedaba bien con un estampado que representaba un personaje de mapache al estilo anime. El estampado estaba siendo estirado a la fuerza por la barriga tambaleante de su dueño y aun así no podía cubrirla por completo, la barriga peluda del gordo estaba constantemente expuesta. Llevaba pantalones cortos holgados que no cubrían nada debajo de sus rodillas y sandalias verdes. Lo más probable es que quisiera airear sus piernas para no sudar tanto, pero solo logró exhibir sus piernas peludas.

Para resumir, John el informático parecía un payaso grande y gordo, todo un empollón.

Normalmente estaría bastante enojado de que un tipo así se atreviera a interrumpir mi descanso diario para ir al baño y mirar porno, pero para mi diversión, John hizo algo extremadamente divertido.

Había entrado al baño de hombres cantando una canción japonesa que su teléfono estaba reproduciendo en modo karaoke. Estaba tan distraído por su propio frikismo que no se dio cuenta de que no estaba solo en la habitación. Su figura regordeta se paseó por el baño, pavoneándose con su grasa corporal en rítmicos movimientos de baile hasta que llegó a los urinarios. Se bajó los pantalones cortos y sus calzoncillos blancos en un rápido movimiento de baile que no solo reveló su vergüenza frontal a la pared de los urinarios, sino también sus nalgas peludas que palpitaban rítmicamente a mi cara de voyeur.

¡Oh, esto no tenía precio!

El pequeño aspersor flácido de John salpicó un chorro amarillo por todo el urinario, sin importarle las gotas de orina que salpicaban el suelo. En lugar de sacudir su salchicha para exprimir las últimas gotas, sacudió todo su espectáculo de cuerpo de lado a lado. Fue entonces cuando la canción llegó a su clímax y el gordo se dio la vuelta para hacer un solo de guitarra imaginario... con los pantalones aún bajados.

¡Joder, los genitales de John eran un botoncito encima de dos nueces gigantes! ¡Estaban temblando violentamente como si estuvieran armados y fueran peligrosos, pero esa era la polla más pequeña que había visto en mi vida! ... ¿Podrías incluso llamar a esa cosa un pene?

Lamentablemente, mi teléfono sonó debido a un mensaje de texto que me envió un compañero de trabajo y el pequeño baile privado de John para mí se interrumpió... No sin antes dejar escapar un grito de niña asustada y cubrir su pequeña excusa de una polla como si fuera algo que valiera la pena cubrir.

Abrí la puerta y finalmente pude estallar en mi risa reprimida.

"¿V-viste todo eso?" Preguntó con voz temblorosa mientras se subía rápidamente sus pantalones cortos holgados y tocaba la pantalla de su teléfono, mis oídos finalmente se aliviaron de escuchar esa maldita canción.

"Si, vi todo *eso*. Fue impresionante... El baile, quiero decir. Tu pichita no era mucho de lo que presumir". Dije con una gran sonrisa.

La forma en que el rostro de John se sonrojaba era algo para recordar. "¡Por favor, no le digas a nadie...!"

"No te preocupes, yo no haría algo tan mezquino". dije con calma. "Especialmente cuando simplemente puedo subirlo todo a internet". Le mostré mi teléfono que estaba reproduciendo un video de su solo de guitarra de pene una y otra vez en un bucle infinito.

"¡¡¡¿Ahh?!!" Su agudo grito de terror fue delicioso. "¡Bórralo! ¡¡¡ELIMINALO!!!" Trató de alcanzar mi teléfono, pero ese cuerpo bajo y gordo que tenía no era rival para mí.

"¿Qué lograría eso? Ya está cargado en mi almacenamiento en línea. Solo tengo que presionar el botón de compartir y-" Bajé mi dedo lenta y teatralmente.

"¡¡NOOOOOOO!!! ¡No lo hagas, Mike! ¡Haré cualquier cosa...!" El rogó.

Me reí de la forma en que se humilló frente a mí. Debe sentirse en la parte inferior de la cadena alimenticia. Parecía tan ridículamente vulnerable.

No había forma de que yo realmente entendiera cómo se sentía dentro de esa cabeza redonda suya. Después de todo, había sido un atleta en forma toda mi vida. Gracias a mi exuberante cabello rubio, alta estatura y ojos brillantes, se me consideraba universalmente guapo incluso antes de comenzar a ir al gimnasio, trabajar en mi bronceado y cuidar mucho mi cuerpo. Me di cuenta de que todos los otros chicos en el gimnasio estaban celosos de mi apariencia solo por la forma en que me miraban, ¿y quién no? Las chicas me adoraban, los chicos me felicitaban e incluso a mí me encantaba mirarme en espejos y fotos. Era guapo, alto y fuerte y me aseguraba de que todo el mundo lo supiera.

Por supuesto, no era *TAN* mezquino, y nunca tuve planes de hacer público el vergonzoso video de John el informático. Disfruto bromear con hombres inferiores, pero no era un monstruo. Aún así...

"¿Algo, eh...?" Me preguntaba qué estaría dispuesto a ofrecer John el informático a cambio de la poca dignidad que le quedaba. Al menos hasta que sucedió algo completamente fuera de lugar.

John el informático, él... simplemente... desapareció...

Lo digo en serio. Así. Un segundo estaba frente a mí, al siguiente, no lo estaba.

El gordo grande y enorme completamente desaparecido.

No solo se escapó. Me di cuenta porque su ropa de tamaño XXXXL todavía estaba frente a mí.

Así es, a pesar de que John se había evaporado misteriosamente, su ropa todavía estaba suspendida en el aire frente a mí, como si su cuerpo simplemente se hubiera vuelto invisible.

Extendí mi mano hacia la llamativa camisa de mapache de anime, pero la ropa cayó rápidamente sobre las frías baldosas del piso del baño antes de que pudiera agarrarla. Los textiles desechados me devolvieron la mirada, la representación inerte del personaje animal sonriente contrastaba con la expresión estupefacta de mi propio rostro.

Sin embargo, la ropa que caía al suelo cuando nadie la estaba usando era lógico. El portador de repente desvaneciendo, no tanto.

"¿Qué demonios?" Grité. "John, ¿dónde estás?"

Como temía, mi pregunta no tuvo respuesta. Pensamientos fluían en mi mente. ¿Fue un fenómeno sobrenatural? Santo cielo. ¿Qué pasa si alguien sospecha erróneamente que fui yo quien lo hizo desaparecer de la faz de la Tierra? Nadie creería jamás mi historia y me enviarían a la cárcel. Deseé haber captado el truco de desaparición imposible de John en la cámara.

Miré la pila de ropa de empollón con desesperación. "¡John, di algo!"

Para mi sorpresa, algo enterrado debajo de la pila de ropa sudada se movió. No hizo ningún sonido, pero estaba completamente seguro de que se movió un poco... Sea lo que sea.

Tragué saliva. Iba a tener que desenterrar lo que fuera, ¿no?

No sabía qué esperar. ¿Quizás un fantasma secuestró a John para llevarlo al más allá y dejó un pegote de ectoplasma repugnante? No, los fantasmas no existen. Esa teoría era absurda... ¡No, todo esto era absurdo!

Me agaché y levanté la camisa negra de la pila. La camisa se sentía mojada y pegajosa en mis manos... Me estremecí de asco, pero obviamente no era ectoplasma. Era el sudor de John.

El bulto en la pila se retorció una vez más y, para mi horror, estaba enredado en los calzoncillos de John. Suspiré y contuve la respiración. Desenvolví la ropa interior maloliente de John como si fuera un regalo sorpresa debajo de un árbol de Navidad, excepto que no tenía ganas de saber lo que iba a encontrar dentro.

Lo que encontré fue... Una pelota blanda, perfectamente redonda. ¿Una pelota antiestrés? ¿Llevaba John esta cosa en el bolsillo? Lo recogí y lo examiné de cerca en mi búsqueda desesperada de algún indicio del paradero actual de John.

La pelota era un poco más grande que una pelota de tenis, de color rosa con un patrón de piel negra que decoraba su superficie. Tenía que estar hecho de materiales orgánicos o algo así porque se sentía suave y cálido al tacto, su diminuto cabello negro ligeramente rizado me rozaba los dedos mientras lo apretaba con fuerza.

"*¡PFFFFT!*"

Para mi sorpresa hizo un ruido. Tal vez no era una pelota antiestrés sino un juguete para perros. Aparentemente, el sonido había salido de un agujero en el lado opuesto. Le di la vuelta a la pelota y allí estaba, un pequeño agujero fruncido rodeado por una densa mancha de pelo negro. El agujero se veía muy apretado pero el material orgánico era elástico, estaba seguro de que mi dedo del medio entraría fácilmente.

¿Fue mi imaginación o la pelota comenzó a temblar nerviosamente como si temiera lo que estaba a punto de hacer?

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Geometric Affairs (Male to Cube Transformation, Male to Ball TF)

Two coworkers find themselves getting transformed into very peculiar, helpless and ridiculous shapes. Who did this to them? And most importantly, is the entire human race royally screwed? An absurd sci-fi tale filled with humiliating changes, weird fetishes, humiliation, dark comedy and a message about how devastatingly world-changing true love can be.

Geometric Affairs

-a grrside story-

CHAPTER 1

I was hard at work browsing through dozens of porn vids as I sat on the toilet stall when I heard his annoying voice. I could recognize that high-pitched girly voice anywhere. I peeked a bit through the door and I was right on the money: that voice belonged to John, from the IT department.

John from IT had entered the office building's restroom. Behind his thick-framed glasses was a greasy, morbidly obese and poorly-shaven face. He was wearing an ill-fitting black shirt depicting an anime-style raccoon character. The poor shirt was being forcibly stretched by his owner's wobbling belly and even so it couldn't cover it all, the fat guy's hairy underbelly constantly exposed. He wore baggy shorts that didn't cover anything below his knees and green sandals. Most probably he wanted to keep his legs aired out so he wouldn't sweat as much, but he only succeeded in exhibiting his hairy legs.

Long story short, John from IT looked like a big fat clown of a nerd.

Normally I'd be quite pissed that such a guy would dare to interrupt my daily porn-browsing bathroom break, but to my amusement John did something extremely hilarious.

He had entered the male restroom singing a Japanese song his phone was playing in karaoke mode. He was so distracted by his own nerdiness that he didn't notice that he wasn't alone in the room. His chubby figure waddled through the restroom, strutting his body fat in rhythmic dance moves until he arrived at the urinals. He lowered his shorts and tighty whities in a swift dance move that not only revealed his front shame to the wall of urinals, but his rhytmically-pulsating hairy buttcheeks to me as well.

Oh, this was priceless!

John's sprinkler splashed a yellow stream all over the urinal, not caring about the droplets of piss splashing into the floor. Instead of shaking his wiener to squeeze out the last drops, he shook his whole spectacle of a body from side to side. That's when the song reached its climax and the fat dude turned around to make an air guitar solo with his belly... with his pants still down.

Holy shit, John's bits were a little round stub of a circle on top of two giant nuts! They were violently shaking like they were armed and dangerous yet that was the smallest dick I had ever seen! ...Could you even call that a dick?

Regrettably, my phone chimed because of a text a coworker sent me and John's little private dance for me was cut short... Not before letting out a girly scream and covering his little excuse of a cock as if it was something worth covering.

I opened the door of the stall and I could finally burst out my suppressed laughter.

"D-did you see all of that?" He asked with a shaky voice as he hastily rose his baggy shorts back up and tapped his phone's screen, my ears finally relieved of hearing that blasted song.

"I did see all of *it*. It was impressive... The dance, I mean. Your dicklet wasn't much to brag about." I said with a big grin.

The way John's face was blushing was something to remember. "Please, don't tell anyone...!"

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do something as petty." I said calmly. "Especially when I can just simply upload the whole thing on the internet." I showed him my phone which was playing a video of his penis guitar solo over and over again in an infinite loop.

"Haaaaaah?!!" His high-pitched scream of terror was delicious. "Delete it! DELETE IT!!!" He tried to reach for my phone, but that short fat body of his was no match for me.

"What would that accomplish? It's already uploaded to my online storage. I just have to press the share button and-" I theatrically lowered my finger ever so slightly.

"NOOOOOO!!! Don't do it, Mike! I'll do anything...!" He begged.

I laughed at the way he humbled himself in front of me. He must feel at the bottom of the food chain. He looked so ridiculously vulnerable.

There was no way for me to really understand how he felt inside that round head of his. After all, I had been a fit jock all of my life. Thanks to my luscious blond hair, tall stature and bright eyes I had been universally regarded as handsome even before I started going to the gym, working on my tan, taking extra good care of my body. I could tell all the other guys at the gym were jealous of my looks just by the way they stared at me, and who wouldn't? The chicks adored me, the guys complimented me, and even I loved looking at myself in mirrors and photos. I was handsome, tall and strong and I made sure everybody fucking knew it.

Of course, I wasn't *THAT* petty, and I never had any plans to actually make John from IT's embarrassing video public. I enjoyed teasing lesser men, but I wasn't a monster. But still...

"Anything, uh...?" I wondered what John from IT would be willing to offer in exchange for whatever little dignity he had left. At least until something completely out of left field happened.

John from IT, he... simply... vanished...

I'm serious. Just like that. One second he was in front of me, the next, he wasn't.

His big, enormous fat self, completely gone.

He didn't just run away. I could tell because his XXXXL-sized clothing was still in front of me.

That's right, even though John had mysteriously evaporated his clothing was still suspended mid-air in front of me, as if his body had simply turned invisible.

I reached my hand out towards the gaudy-looking anime raccoon shirt, but the clothes rapidly fell down into the cold tiles of the restroom floor before I could grab them. The discarded textiles stared back at me, the inert representation of the smiling animal character contrasting with the stupefied expression on my own face.

Yet clothing falling down into the floor when nobody was wearing them was only logical. The wearer suddenly vanishing, not so much.

"What the hell?" I blurted out. "John, where are you?"

As I feared, my question had no reply. Thoughts raced in my mind. Was this a supernatural phenomenon? Holy crap. What if someone mistakenly suspects that I was the one who made him disappear from the face of Earth? Nobody would ever believe my story and they'd send me to jail. I wished I had caught John's impossible vanishing trick on camera.

I looked at the pile of nerd clothing with despair. "John, say something!"

To my surprise, something buried underneath the pile of sweaty clothes twitched. It didn't make any sound, but I was completely sure it moved a little... Whatever 'it' was.

I gulped. I was gonna have to dig out whatever it was, didn't I?

I didn't know what to expect. Maybe a ghost kidnapped John to take him to the afterlife and left some ectoplasm in there? No, ghosts don't exist. That theory was absurd... No, this whole thing was absurd!

I crouched down and lifted away the black shirt from the pile. The shirt felt wet and sticky in my hands... I shuddered in disgust, but it obviously wasn't ectoplasm. It was John's sweat.

The bulge on the pile twitched once again and to my horror it was tangled in John's tighty whities. I sighed and held my breath. I unwrapped John's smelly underwear like it was a surprise gift under a Christmas tree, except I had no desire to greet what I was gonna find inside.

What I found was... A squishy ball, perfectly round. A stress ball? Was John carrying this thing in his pocket? I picked it up and examined it closely in my desperate search for some sort of hint of John's current whereabouts.

The ball was slightly bigger than a tennis ball, pink-colored with a pattern of black fur decorating its surface. It had to be made of organic materials or something because it felt soft and warm to the touch, its tiny, slightly curly black hair brushing against my fingers as I squeezed it hard-

"*PFFFFT!*"

To my surprise it made a noise. Maybe it wasn't a stress ball but a dog toy. The sound apparently had come out from a hole in the opposite side. I turned the ball around and there it was, a tiny puckered hole surrounded by a dense patch of black fur. The hole looked really tight but the organic material was stretchy, I was sure my middle finger would easily fit inside.

Was it my imagination or had the ball began to nervously tremble as if dreading what I was about to do?

A Spell Gone Awry (Male to Donkey TF & Male to Donkey Cock Transformation)

A cocky wizard tries to show off his magic powers by turning a guy into a majestic horse. However it doesn't go quite as planned...

A Spell Gone Awry

-a grrside story-

The very moment Harry walked into my living room his mouth fell agape in wonder. He was mesmerized by all the magic artifacts and small trinkets I had put up on my walls. While he wasn’t looking my own mouth salivated as I delighted myself in the sight of the young man’s figure.

He was pudgy, just as I liked my men. His clothing hugged his chubby frame tightly as he moved around the room examining every mystic ornament thoroughly. His blond hair was short yet messy and his cute face was very charming.

I had met this fatty boy recently. He seemed very interested in magic and his eyes had shone bright when I had told him I was a sorcerer. He had practically begged me to let him come for a visit and how could I say no to such a cutie?

My obese visitor was enthusiastic about all the mystical paraphernalia he had never seen before. “Is that a genuine magic wand?” He asked, pointing to what was exhibited on top of a cabinet.

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Metaverse Mischief (Male to Snowman TF, Modular cock)

A police officer has to solve a mystery in the toughest crime scene he's ever been in: the metaverse.

Metaverse Mischief

-a grrside story-

CHAPTER 1

Oh god, Jack Stunning... Now THAT was a stud.

How else could he be described? He was just a rookie police officer but you can bet your ass nobody else in the station looked nearly as good on that uniform.

With muscles which looked like they’d burst out of the tight fabric that imprisoned them at any second, this 27-year-old muscle god left the older officers embarrassed of their own pudgy frames.

An internal rumor making its rounds on the police station said that a quick glance at the thick nipples protruding through his shirt was enough to make any woman have an intense orgasm on the spot, which is why Jack preferred to maintain a low profile while off-duty by ordering his groceries online. Supposedly, making women of all types lubricate their panties at the supermarket was fun at first but after a few weeks the endless moaning became quite repetitive and unpleasant.

That may or may not have been an exaggeration but there was no doubt about this man being goddamn sexy. And handsomely strong to boot. You just had to look at his masculine face. His precisely short haircut contrasted with the little rebellious stubble on his square jaw and his abundant forest of dark chest hair. His deep piercing gray eyes made him look rough. Any criminal would piss their pants if they saw his thick eyebrows get angry. Damn, Jack Stunning meant really serious business, baby!

Coming back?

This blog is now unbanned, I might get back to posting.

Moving everything to FurAffinity

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The Runaway Penis Curse

The Runaway Penis Curse -a grrside story-

You still remember about the disgusting nerd that crawled up your desk like a pesky vermin and confessed the true feelings he felt for you in front of everyone. You had came out as gay the day before, and your classmates had been very accepting. You’ve always been a muscular stud so it’s not like anybody would dare to laugh at your face anyway.

But for the flabby obese guy with glasses it was the complete opposite of that. Everybody mocked and laughed at the undateable gay nerd when he confessed his love for the big bodybuilder that you were. Your reaction wasn’t any different, and the way you laughed at the small ball of lard for his completely outrageous proposition shattered his heart to pieces.

“How could you do this to me?! I loved you way before you came out from the closet!” The tiny nerd cried with his tears falling down on his voluptious moobs. He was a pitiful sight to behold, and that only made the laughter and the mockery for the sorry excuse for a man increase. “C’mon, dude. You surely already know I’m way outta your league.” You replied coldly. “Go home and play with your little dickie for a bit, it’ll make your hormones go down.” The small pudgy man didn’t seem to appreciate your piece of advice. “That’s... none of your business! And my dick isn’t *that* small!” You and your friends chuckled. “Agh! That’s not what I meant! I... Waaaaagh! I curse you, I curse you and your tasty-looking dick!” He whined and took off running like a little porky from the slaughterhouse.

That happened last week. Nobody had seen the small nerd since then. During lunchtime at the cafeteria some of your peers came over to ask you if you knew anything, and you just replied with: “He’s fine. The little guy’s probably too ashamed to show up. Anyway, have you heard he’s gayer than me?” “Oh, yeah. He’s a total fairy behind those thick-framed glasses of his.” Added Mike. He was one of your best friends and also the hottest guy on the football team. What a shame he was straight, you’d have loved to make him suck your cock in the changing rooms after every single match. He was currently seated in front of you eating a tuna sandwich. “Why’s everybody so concerned about the nerd all of a sudden?” You wondered out loud. “Everybody’s just morbid. They love juicy rumors about anyone, no matter how worthless.” He said nonchalantly as he took a bite at his sandwich.

“Where is it?! Who’s touching it?!” Just then, you saw it. Uncut. Over 8 and a half inches long. Currently hard. A shower. Balls covered in messy black hairs. And your ballsack was currently being submerged in Mike’s cup like a teabag. “MIKE! Give me that back right now!” You yelled at him. “Uh?” Mike gave you a dumbfounded look. “Give you back what?” “Isn’t it obvious?!” You pointed at the disembodied cock and balls swimming on his drink. “What? You want my cola? But I’ve already drank from it. Sharing a cup is unhealthy.” And as if to tease you he enveloped his lips on your exposed dickhead and started sucking it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. “Ahhhh!” You felt a pleasurable jolt on your sensitive genitals... even though they weren’t attached! “Unnnngh!” You moaned in pleasure. Mike keep on sucking them like a pro. You could felt cola going through a small hole that had formed on your ballsack and the gassy liquid coming out through your urethra directly into Mike’s mouth. “Ohhh you’re very good at this...!” You said as you gave your pelvis a swift thrust. “...You know, you’re acting really weird today.” He said after a long sip. “Dude! Can’t you really see it?!” Mike was touching your rock-hard shaft like it was nothing special. Nobody seemed to act like some dude drinking from your penis was strange, either. Your friend began to walk away. “W-wait! Give me back my cock!” “Uh... Excuse me?” Mike stared at your bulge. He absent-mindedly sipped some more. Oh shit! It felt so amazing yet so wrong! You could feel his tongue quenching its thirst thanks to your boner... Every single sip drained your balls considerably. He was literally sucking you dry and it felt awesome. Still, your penis only had one home and that was your crotch. But Mike didn’t seem to understand why you wanted back the thing he was using to drink... Wait, if everyone thinks your cock is a straw, maybe you could applying this improbable logic by testing a different approach. “Dude, just... give me your straw.” “Uh, this one?” Mike took hold of your dick and took it out from the cup. Small droplets of cola were dripping from your balls. The air caressing your genitals made you felt exposed to the whole cafeteria. You felt like coming out from the cold water after a swim on the sea, the change in temperature becoming obvious to you. “Sure, I don’t mind. As long as you don’t use my saliva for some crazy voodoo ritual.” He joked and threw your genitals to your face. “Woah!” You could smell your cock and balls’ masculine essence. You unglued the reeking junk away from your face and immediately felt a yanking feeling on your crotch.

Seven Flushes

Seven Flushes -a grrside story-

“That’s what happens when you talk shit about my Halloween costume, potty mouth!” The obese frog croaked with anger as he adjusted his robe, his penis still dripping urine from the foreskin.

Gee, you’d think the fat frog would’ve had some sense of humor. The only thing you had done to him was crack a few jokes about his goofy-looking Halloween costume in front of everybody at the party. Sure, maybe stepping on his fake magician’s robe on purpose so the fat fucker would tumble out of it had been a bit harsh, but if Ranito had been wearing underwear under those old rags he wouldn’t have ended up with nothing but a pointy straw hat to cover his shame.

But when the frog had called you over to the men’s bathroom for a little ‘talk’ you would’ve never guessed that his magic baton wasn’t a prop but the real deal. Before you could figure out where the toilet from the middle stall had disappeared to, you felt your entire body reshaping. Your skin became porcelain white and your mouth opened wide into an ‘O’ shape. Your body fused to your mouth and your limbs were rendered useless as they fused to the rest of your frame, your clothing coming apart. You tried to articulate a few curse words but your throat was being turned into a pipe that pumped water into your open mouth. It was strange, it was like producing lots of saliva but for some reason the water that came out felt extremely sensitive as if your tongue had dissolved into the water gifting you a new and completely alien sense of taste.

You saw a second pipe appear inside the stall, emerging from the ground like a very thick snake. The pipe grew rock hard and slithered towards you, dripping sewer water like a huge cock looking for an ass to fuck. Fearing the fate that awaited you, you turned around to run. Grave mistake. The pipe launched itself in search of the ripe anus to be connected to, and soon you felt it going up your rectum. You tried to struggle but the dominant pipe forced you into a sitting position right where the previous toilet had been sitting moments ago. Before long, the pipe on your mouth and the pipe on the floor were one and the same.

You didn’t need the frog to tell you what you had become, but he was about to show you anyway. With a wicked smile the frog removed his robe and let you take a closer look at his poorly-endowed dick and round yellow balls... Oh, wait. He isn’t just letting you see them up close, he’s actually letting his bladder go all over you.

You tried your hardest to scream as he showered you with a stream of stinking frog piss. To make things worse the fat fucker’s aim was piss-poor, the yellow urine splashing all over your porcelain body. But the worst was when the stream *did* hit you directly in the water inside your mouth... Yes, you could taste every little drop that splashed in your water, and the fucking frog was forcing a huge stream down your throat.

“Yeah... I hope you like piss and shit because that’s what you are now, one more dirty toilet in a pub’s male restroom...” He let the words sink in on you. Not like you could answer anyway.

The fat frog threw your shredded clothing into one of the trash cans and put his costume back on. He adjusted his robe, his penis still dripping urine from the foreskin, but before leaving he sighed reluctantly and left your sorry toilet self with a few parting words. “Just to let you know, the spell will be broken once your chain is pulled seven times. After all, I’m not a monster. Enjoy your next seven meals!” The frog croaked as a farewell and immediately after that the fat frog who had cursed you to become an inanimate object whose only purpose was to be urinated and excremented on was gone.

And he hadn’t flushed.

The bastard!

Your porcelain bowl self was now drenched in the fat frog’s piss. Not only was the nasty liquid in your throat disgusting as hell, but the frog had left your pitiful self unflushed knowing full well that you needed to have your chain pulled seven times in order to turn back!

“Listen! I’m not a toilet, I was cursed and I need you to pull my chain seven times!” You pleaded to them. But the couple apparently wasn’t able to hear you. They were too busy eating each other out to notice the inaudible water bubbles that you were creating in your mouth. “Fuck, I’m so hard.” Said the wolf, and he positioned the parrot’s wing on his crotch as if the bird needed evidence. The parrot rubbed the canine’s groin as if concluding that the evidence needed further examination. “Hey! HEY!” You kept pleading for attention to no avail. The parrot lowered the captain’s pants and holy shit, that thing was big! “Are you two deaf or something?!” The wolf whimpered in pleasure when the parrot’s small tongue caressed his most precious treasure. You presentiated impotently how the couple engaged in oral sex while you could do nothing but watch everything that happened in the small enclosure. Eventually the captain forced the bird’s pants down and looked hungrily at the tender booty he had attained. “Hey... What are you doing?!” The parrot exclaimed. “Isn’t it obvious?” Stated the wolf licking the bird’s asshole. “I’m gonna fuck your little bird hole real good...” The parrot however seemed uncomfortable about that. “...Did you bring the lube?” “Uh... I forgot...” The wolf blushed. “But it wouldn’t be the first time we fuck raw anyway...” “No way!” Protested the parrot. “Last time you almost teared my asshole off me with that thing!” He pointed accusingly at the ‘thing’, which apparently turned out to be the wolf’s schlong. “Seriously, if the only reason you wanted to come to this party was to fuck my hole in the restrooms you should’ve brought some lube!” “Well, that wasn’t my intention, but you made me so horny that... Well...” The wolf looked sadly at the parrot, who had put his pants back on already as you watched all the drama unfold. “I was about to cum... Just a little bit more and...” “No, bad doggy.” The parrot said bluntly. “But... But...!” The wolf looked at the bird with puppy eyes. “Hahaha, just kidding! You’re so adorable when you make that face! Sure, I’ll help you get rid of that misbehaving boner...” The parrot said and the wolf wagged his tail happily.

Alas, that wasn’t what happened. You heard heavy steps approaching, but they didn’t belong to the frog who had cursed you. Instead, they belonged to an extremely overweight elephant. His policeman uniform barely fit him, the buttons on his shirt bursting at the seams. If you had been capable of speech you’d had felt relieved. You could have explained the whole situation to the officer and he’d done everything in his power to help you. But mute as you were, you wouldn’t feel any sense of relief at all. Most probably this obese elephant was the one going to relief himself on you. You cursed your powerlessness. As you feared, the elephant chose to come into your stall. His corpulent body was fidgeting, hands on his crotch trying desperately to unfast his belt. Now that you thought about it, what if the elephant’s uniform was actually a Halloween costume...? Hard to tell. Police officer or not he seemed to be drunk, he could barely stand upright and he had forgotten how his belt was supposed to work. The elephant danced around in the minuscule stall just for you until, miraculously, he managed to unfast his belt. “Ugh, finally!” Said the huge elephant. “I was afraid I’d go in my pants!” Yeah, because going inside your mouth was much better, your porcelain self thought. Then the cop dropped his pants and then his undies. You’d have gasped if you could. Holy shit, his buttocks were enormous! Those were the biggest orbs of man flesh that you had seen in your entire life! And those huge orbs were creeping closer and closer at your face... Wait... Why was he sitting instead of... OH SHIT! The giant buttocks spread apart, and from within, a huge anus let out a small fraction of the toxic gas contained inside right on your toilet seat face. Fuck, this couldn’t be happening! The elephant sat down on your mouth. The elephant’s “lower trunk” was enormous as well, the tip of his foreskin touching your water tongue. “Yikes! It’s cold!” The elephant yiped in surprise. “Ugh! It’s so wrinkly and salty... This is so freaking gross!” You thought as you tasted the schlong. Your toilet lid face could only stare at his huge crack. You couldn’t tell if not being able to see when his poop would go into your mouth was a curse or a blessing. You felt him pushing hard, but nothing would come out. His back and his groin started sweating profusely as he tried his best to defecate on you. You were so scared of what was about to happen that you’d be shaking if you weren’t immobile. However the elephant was just letting nature take its course. He was so unmoved by your suffering that he searched his pants for his cellphone and started browsing the web. For some reason his unawareness made you feel worse. He was about to take a dump right inside your throat and he was so nonchalant about it! What did he-

A Clockwork Life

-a grrside story-

I really liked my new house. It was big and spacious but at the same time it had that old-fashioned look and charm that made it really cozy. It had been really cheap as the previous owner had disappeared without a trace a long time ago and the best part was that it was already furnished.

And what exquisite pieces of furniture they were! There was a large vintage armchair in the living room placed next to the currently lit fireplace. It was nearly winter and I yearned for some warmth so I sat on the armchair as my gaze continued to admire my new home.

This antique rug, that cabinet, those paintings... I wondered how many years had they been on this house. I really liked antiquings, they were my passion and life work. I owned a small pawn shop that didn’t give me that much money but let me enjoy my time with my little ‘treasures’. My favorites were obviously the watches.

I liked all of them! Wristwatches, pocket watches, grandfather’s clocks... Anything to do with clockwork excited me. I took out my favorite pocket watch from my robe’s pocket and admired it. The backside was see-through, so you could see all the tiny gears working together without rest. It was a real shame that this house didn’t have any clocks. Mmm... Oh! Right next to that cabinet there was a nice spot for a grandfather’s clock. If there was one there then this living room would be much more than lovely, it would be perfect!

If only my wallet wasn’t completely dry... I gave a quick ironic chuckle regretting my low income. “Oh, how I’d trade my soul for a nice grandfather’s clock for this magnificent living room!” I declared to the heavens. “An excellent clockwork piece, gears always turning, always delighting my visitors with the tick and tock of an unceasing swinging pendulum!”

Oh! How much I wish those words hadn’t left my own throat. I never knew if whoever had heard my dumb wish had been God, the Devil or a mischievous spirit, as the next thing I knew my legs made me spring up of their own accord. My face was expressionless like I had been turned into a mere puppet that resembled myself. I couldn’t do nothing more other than wonder what kind of dark magic was being used to move my invisible strings.

I began to walk towards the vacant space on the living room, right next to the cabinet. As my legs ordered me to move, my hands decided to let my robe get undone and fall on the rug as they deemed the piece of clothing to be unnecessary. My body positioned itself so I was facing the whole living room in a rigid and emotionless expression like a guardian statue protecting the sanctity of the vintage decorations that surrounded me.

I had read some fables and legends in my youth. Thanks to those I had learned about werewolves, mythical man-beasts that were cursed to roam the Earth with two forms that were in constant struggle for dominance of one body.

Unlike in those tales, my skin didn’t grow inhuman fur. However, my skin did change textures. I tried desperately to touch my body to find out what was happening to it, but I could barely move the tips of my fingers. My eyes darted down but I couldn’t see any feeble human flesh, instead I could only see... wood?

I tried to scream and call for help but I was powerless to even do that. I could only pray for whoever was responsible for this to have mercy on this poor man. I pondered with utmost fear what had happened to me. I wanted to know why I had been punished like this. I wanted to know why I couldn’t move. I wanted to know what horrible transfiguration I had gone through. Or maybe... it would be better if I never knew?

Just then, I heard a sound. It was constant, predictable, comforting. And I realized it was coming from me.

“Tick... Tock...”

What was this?

“Tick... Tock...”

Was it my own heartbeat? No, it was something much more intrincated than some lowly bodily function. I could feel it. My inner gears were grinding for a purpose. I had to keep this sound alive.

“Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...”

My body felt no need for anything else. It only yearned to keep making this sound. My mind, however, was horrified. I had lots to look forward in life. I couldn’t just stand there for the rest of my existence. But it was hard for me to think, I had to keep making the sound or else I felt like I would be as good as dead.

“Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...”

Someone... Someone had to come here eventually, right? They’d wonder where I had disappeared to without a trace. How... How long would it take for someone to realize my absence...? Oh, I know... I’ll find out for sure if I count the seconds until someone rescues me... “Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...”

(Alternative version of the story follows)

A Painful Clockwork Life

-a grrside story-

I began to walk towards the vacant space on the living room, right next to the cabinet. As my legs ordered me to move, my hands decided to let my robe get undone and fall on the rug as they deemed the piece of clothing to be unnecessary. My naked body positioned itself so I was facing the whole living room in a rigid and emotionless expression like a guardian statue protecting the sanctity of the vintage decorations that surrounded me.

My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a huge hit to my balls! What the hell was- ARRRRGHH!!!

It made no sense! There was nobody there, why were my balls hurting so much- OWWWW!

Oh, god, my healthy and virgin babymakers, who was turturing them like this?! OUCH!!!

ARRRGHH!!

OWWW!!!

OUCH!!!

OWW!!!!

OUCH!!!

Please, someone, make it stop! OWWWW!!! My testicles were taking a constant beating and as ridiculous that it may sound, there was a certain pattern to the pain. OUCH!!!

It didn’t take me long to realize that my balls were the ones hitting themselves against my own body. And the worst part is that my body was made of hard wood now. Because that was what I had turned into: a wooden and heavy grandfather’s clock, just like I had wished for. And my eternally-swinging pendulum was my ballsack. OWWWWWW!!!!

Is this... Is this the fate of everyone who lived in this house? Even if every single piece of furniture on this cursed house is a transformed human being, I’m surely the one who’s got the short end of the stick! OUCH!!!!

The pain... Someone make it stop... OWWW!!!

Even if someone came over, would they notice me? To everyone else I must look like a regular grandfather’s clock. Unless you had some sort of magical glasses to see how my true human form is currently twisted in a horrific and painful way, you’d never know that the big heavy swinging pendulum are my balls! OUCH!!!!

Every second meant great pain for me... How many hours or even days would it take until someone finds me, if anybody finds me at all?!

OWWW!! OUCH!!! OWWW!!! OUCH!!! OWWW!! OUCH!!! OWWW!!! OUCH!!!

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Poker Face

It is said that television causes everything to appear bigger than it actually is, but Sir Flowless Fluke’s mansion was so incredulously enormous that not even a 200-inch 8K television set could do it justice. Richard was mesmerized by its extravagant size and luxurious yet completely useless decorations when he arrived. To give one example, there was a giant gold statue of a duck on the entrance hall. And while Richard didn’t doubt for a second that a statue made of gold was extremely valuable he had no idea what the duck was supposed to represent. Probably Sir Fluke didn’t know either, he’d probably just won it in one of his betting games or something.

Actually, even though he had a “Sir” before his name Flowless Fluke wasn’t born in the noblesse nor was he the son of a prestigious celebrity. In fact, he would never been able to amass such a fortune by himself as he was no entrepreneur and didn’t want to become one. But Sir Fluke had been gifted with two very special abilities. The less interesting one of the two was that he always got dealt with the cards that he wanted. Literally. So obviously he’d never lost at Texas Hold’em in his entire life. Winning all the rounds was a breeze: to win at poker you need both luck and a straight face in equal parts, but if you have this flawless luck then it’s surprisingly easy to keep your calm during the game.

That’s how Sir Flowless Fluke got immensely rich, it had been all thanks to the betting scene. Lots of people, including Richard, doubted this so-called “perfect luck” of his was real. Sir Fluke was aware of this fact and even took advantage of it, challenging any non-believers to travel to his mansion and try to beat him in a game of Texas Hold’em... As long as they had something interesting to bid, of course. Apparently the golden duck statue was one of his latest “acquisitions”.

The mansion had its own private poker palace where the betting games were held and its luxurious ancient Greek-style design would have left most of the casinos in Las Vegas in shame. When Richard arrived a tall man dressed in a black suit led him around and sat him on one of the tables, the one at the center of the room, and told him that the “Sir” would be here in just a few moments. Richard left his briefcase on the floor and looked around, he doubted any of the other tables were ever used. They were here just for show, to give the place a proper casino feel.

There were cameras placed all over the room, set to broadcast Fluke’s victories for his own reality show. When Richard spotted them he got a little nervous. If he were to fail his failure would not only be seen by the live studio audience, it’d be broadcasted for all the world to see which would be very embarrassing to say the least.

Outside Too

(Sequel to Outside)

Outside Too -a grrside story-

Hmm? You, a human, want to hear my story? Heh. That’s quite unusual coming from a shaved ape like you. You look so insufferably pitiful that I would be glad to give you that satisfaction.

I’ve been a stray cat for as long as I can remember. An ugly cat with black fur and no pedigree? No wonder not a single one of you smelly humans wanted to adopt me as a kitten. Not like I care. As a cat, the whole universe is my oyster. In fact, you may refer to me as Mr. Universe. Classy name, uh? Much better than any name you humans can come up with for the furry slaves you refer to as ‘pets’.

This story began, believe it or not, with a tiny chihuahua. Yes, of all the creatures on Earth it all had began with a fucking dog. Those nasty ass-lickers always got on my nerves. That battle scar I have on my right eye? A fucking dog’s fault. But that’s a story for another time. So anyway, I caught sight of this pathetic ass-licker wagging his tail and rolling over. He was imprisoned inside a walled garden. He looked so fucking dumb that I just had to tease him.

I stared at him intensely, like only us cats can do, telling him how fucking stupid he looked trapped there on the side of the fence. When the chihuahua realized my graceful presence he began to cry out a high-pitched bark.

I licked my paws. Then I glanced at him some more just for giggles. The ass-licker wouldn’t shut up. He looked so miserable. He couldn’t do anything to me without help from his human owner. Ha, so pathetic.

I turned around and showed him my anus and my gently swaying feline testicles. His barking got much more intense. C’mon, little ass-licker. You’re inside and I’m outside. There’s nothing you can do.

Outside

-a grrside story-

Sunday, five minutes to 6 am. It was the perfect opportunity. I’ve been quietly observing the whole neighbourhood for weeks. Old man Mr. Morrison wouldn’t take Peppy, his chihuahua, for a walk until 6:32. Mrs. Sanders wouldn’t obsessively check the contents of her mailbox until 6:45, and then once again at 6:51. There wouldn’t be any passing cars until the rusty green truck that passed at 7:08 at the earliest. I had more than half an hour of solitude to spare.

But then, why was I shaking? There were only three windows that provided a clear view of my front porch. All their shutters were down. My front door was slightly ajar, I gazed through the slight gap and I couldn’t see any life outside. Even the early morning birds seemed absent.

This is what I really wanted, right? I’ve been planning this for months, but my cowardly nature had always been an impediment. I initially planned to do this in the middle of the night, but the movements of the drunk teenagers that passed in front of my house were difficult to predict. They always wandered without a clear route or timetable. It took me lots of sleepless nights to realize that they never appeared during or after sunrise.

My whole body was shaking like jello. My skin was drenched in sweat. My heavy breathing caused me to expand and tighten rhythmically.

And I wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing.

Having Fun With Yourself

-a grrside story-

“Hey, guys!” Ranito T. Frog croaked happily. “You know what day it is tomorrow, right?”

“Of course!” One of Ranito’s companions replied back. “You’d have to be a loser not to know it, hahaha.”

“It’ll be so much fun tomorrow...” Another chimed in. “I can’t wait. It’ll be the party of the century!”

Ranito’s fat cheeks blushed with delight. “Gee, I didn’t know you all were this excited.” He had no idea he was that popular at all.

“How could we possibly be less excited than this? The birthday boy is so much fun to be around with! He doesn’t deserve any less.”

Ranito felt like he was about to melt with all these compliments. It was, after all, the first time ever he celebrated a birthday party so he wasn’t used to be showered with good intentions.

“And he’s hot too...”

“W-w-w-w-whaaa?” Ranito’s usual green and yellow face was completely red now.

“Yeah, he’s so amazing. I’ve came so many times just thinking about him...”

“WOW! Guys, we are in the middle of the street, you shouldn’t say things like that!...” Ranito protested. Then the curiosity got the better of him. “...How many times, exactly?”

“Yeah, he usually has that effect on people... He’s so naturally handsome...”

The obese frog was in heaven right now. “Awww... You have to be exaggerating!”

“His body is so big...”

Ranito raised his chin up in pride, thinking about his exorbitant body fat.

“...What I wouldn’t give to touch him...”

The miniature penis buried inside Ranito’s baggy shorts stiffened.

“...And ruffle his feathers...”

“...What?” Ranito stared at them quizzically, then looked down at his own body as if checking for spontaneously-grown feathers.

“Yeah! Hank G. Hawk’s birthday party is going to be a fucking blast! I can’t believe he rented out a house in a nudist resort and invited that famous rock’n’roll band to play at the beach! I was a real fan of The Beavers since I was a teenager!” Ranito’s body froze in complete shock. His penis shrunk away into nothing. “B-b-b-b-b-ut....!”

“It’s only your birthday once a year, so I propose we all work hard to make Hank G. Hawk’s day his best ever yet!”

Ranito was stuttering, still completely paralyzed. “B-b-b-b-b-but tomorrow is also m-m-m-my...”

“Ranito, we have to go to buy some last minute gifts. And...You’re standing in the way...”

“M-m-m-m-m-my...” The group of people who didn’t actually regard Ranito as their equal left the place, leaving the paralyzed frog alone.

When Ranito got home he looked at the pile of snacks, cheesy movies and party board games he had laid on the living room table and sighed. “I have no idea what I was thinking... I should’ve make sure to successfully invite at least one person before purchasing all this stuff...” The fat frog was feeling very tired even though the sun hadn’t even fully settled yet, which was weird for a frog who pulled late-nighters like him. He was about to go to his bedroom to sleep without even bothering about making dinner when he noticed something strange on the table of party items.

Ivan’s Fatass Father

Ivan’s Fatass Father -a grrside story-

Ivan's father was huge, and not in the good way. His obesity was a calamity of such gigantic proportions that when people saw him across the street they looked at the fat ball of lard as the same way they stared at a brutal traffic accident. The clothing stores never had clothes of his size, even the largest size available could barely cover his huge belly. And what a belly that was! It was a large mass of hairy, gelatinous fat that seemed to have a life of its own. The poor fat man seemed to have no neck, his round, unshaven and prematurely balding head sat on top of a mountain of sweaty flesh. If he were to enter a farm the farmhands would cry out “That ol’ pig sure is ripe for the slaughterhouse!”

Yes, Ivan's father was a colossus. A giant that smelled like a troll. A titan entirely made of fat. A heavyweight of all-you-can-eat buffets. An abominable error of creation.

That's why Ivan was embarrassed to be taken to the beach by him along with his best friend Antonio. The fatso was an eternally unemployed lazy bastard, yes, but unlike his busy mother the obese monster had enough free time to drive the car.

El gordísimo padre de Iván

El gordísimo padre de Iván -Escrito por grrside-

El padre de Iván era en efecto descomunal, y no en el buen sentido. Su obesidad era un despropósito de tan gigantesco tamaño que cuando la gente le veía por la calle se le quedaba mirando como si de un brutal accidente de tráfico se tratara. Las tiendas de ropa nunca tenían ropa de su talla, incluso la más grande apenas podía cubrir su inmensa barriga. ¡Y qué barrigaza la suya! Era una gran masa de grasa peluda y gelatinosa que parecía tener vida propia. El pobre gordo parecía no tener ni cuello, su rechoncha cabeza sin afeitar estaba en la cima de una montaña de carne sudorosa. Y es que si lo vieran en un rancho los granjeros exclamarían “‘¡Ya está el cerdo listo para el matadero!” nada más verle llegar.

Si, el padre de Iván era un coloso. Un gigante rosa que olía a trol. Un titán hecho de grasa. Un peso pesado de los comilones. Un abominable error de la creación.

Por eso a Iván le daba algo de vergüenza que le acompañara a la playa junto a su mejor amigo Antonio. El gordo era un puto vago en eterna busca de empleo, sí. Pero a diferencia de su ocupada madre el obeso monstruoso estaba libre para conducir.

¡Oh, conducir! Ojalá permitieran conducir en medio de la playa. Llevaban cinco minutos buscando un buen sitio en la arena y el jodido obeso ya estaba a punto de derretirse como un helado.

“Uff... Puff... Este sitio parece bueno... Uff...” Anunció el padre y acto seguido dejó que las bolsas se desplomaran sobre la cálida arena.

Lo que hizo después provocó que a Iván se le sonrojaran las mejillas. El gordo se puso a rebuscar en la bolsa la sombrilla, y luego se llevó unos largos minutos intentando que la sombrilla se mantuviera en pie. No sólo era una poética metáfora de la vida sexual del padre sino que la raja peluda de su culo estuvo expuesta a los dos jóvenes durante todo el tedioso proceso.

“Bueno, esto ya está.” Dijo el gordo cuando ya estaban colocadas la sombrilla y las silla. Sin reparo alguno, colocó sus colosales nalgas sobre la silla que se hundió lentamente y chirriando audiblemente como si clamara piedad.

“Es muy amable de su parte traernos señor Juan Carlos. Espero que no haya sido demasiada molestia para usted.” Dijo Antonio. El gordo se quedó algo perplejo ante los modales del amigo de su hijo. Siempre pensó que Iván sólo se relacionaba con chavales de los más raros pero este parecía diferente.

Iván pensó que lo peor ya había pasado, pero se equivocaba gravemente. Su obeso padre, una vez sentado y en la sombra de la sombrilla de playa, se quitó su ajustada camiseta. El joven se aterrorizó al ver a su padre exhibir sus peludas tetazas de hombre frente a su mejor amigo.

“Uff, mucho mejor... ¡No aguantaba más!” Exclamaba el padre aliviado sin sospechar nada de la vergüenza que estaba soportando su hijo. Luego los dos peludos pezones y su respectivo dueño miraron a los dos jóvenes y éste último les dijo “Hala, que os divirtáis. Yo me quedaré aquí echándome una siestecita...”

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It’s a promise!

-a grrside story-

“Hey, scoundrel... Wanna play a game?”

“Sure thing, bro!” Spike said as enthusiastic as ever to his elder brother.

The monkey brothers were a peculiar pair. They both lived alone in a two-story house in a peaceful neighborhood. As far as Spike can remember he didn’t have any other living relatives, but that was ok because Evan was always by his side.

Spike thought of Evan as the most intelligent and caring brother he could wish for. He was a busy inventor but he always found time to play with his little brother. Maybe that’s why Spike didn’t feel sad about his lack of family members: as long as he had Evan by his side he wouldn’t feel lonely.

The little brother himself wasn’t the perfect little brother though... Spike was very curious and adventurous. He’d constantly run into trouble, and then Evan would have to step forward to help him out from the messes he caused.

Their hairstyles could very well represent their personalities. Spike’s hair was a messy spiky mess, but Evan’s long hair was evenly combed and collected.

The little monkey boy was happy Evan had asked him to play a game with him. He couldn’t remember the last time they had played something together... Maybe they’d play with the Zboz game console?

But Evan had other plans. “You see, I’m testing a new invention and I need your help...”

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