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Coach's New Player

Dillon had no idea what Coach Parker wanted. He’d barely ever seen the man on campus, let alone sought out to talk to him. Yet, for some reason, the man wanted to see him. Dillon wondered if it was something about helping tutor some of the football players to get through their class or if he was just expecting Dillon to do all the work.

“Ahh… You made it,” Coach Parker smiled as he saw Dillon sitting on the bench outside of his office.

“Uh-huh,” Dillon nodded, still uncomfortable around the other man. “I did.” He paused. A stale silence filled the air between them. Coach Parker went through and checked something off the list. While Dillon sat there even more confused. He didn’t know what to say. He just forced something out. “What did you need me for?”

“Oh that?” Coach Parker let out a laugh. “It’ll be easier if I show you.”

Coach Parker was already walking away before Dillon realized what had just happened. He quickly got up from the bench and rushed to catch up. “S-show me?” he questioned as they left the locker room and went into the main gym.

“Of course. Show you,” Coach Parker smiled watching as Dillon desperately tried to keep pace with him.

It didn’t help that the man was a good five inches taller than Dillon. Nor did it help walking through the strong smell of metal and gym sweat. Dillon did everything in his power not to upturn his nose. All these guys could pulverize him with an arm tied behind their back and he knew it.

They passed Steve, the quarterback. “New recruit?” Steven asked as he rested between sets. Dillon flinched hearing the man’s voice. The deep reverberating sound sent a shock through him.

It’s not like Steve was a bad guy, only a guy the Dillon never thought he’d be around. People said Steve was friendly and he seemed to be able to make friends fast in whatever class he was in. But he was also a jock. Dillon always had trouble with big muscular men like that.

Coach Parker stifled a laugh. “Maybe.”

“Well, make him a lineman. Lucas isn’t cutting it,” Steve called out to Coach Parker as they passed.

The two continued passed a squat rack with a man lifting what looked to be three times Dillon’s weight. “That’s Lucas…” Coach Parker grinned.

Dillon felt his body seize up. This joke was going on for way too long. None of this made any sense.

“Coach,” Dillon said without even fully realizing it. “What do you want from me.”

“I want you to be on the team,” Coach Parker pointed to the dumbbells.

“B-b-be on the team!?” Dillon sputtered out. “Are you serious!?” He nearly started laughing. Whatever fear or intimidation he felt from the other man was fading fast. “You can’t be… Right? I mean look at me!”

The laughter didn’t deter Coach Parker in the slightest. He ignored it completely. “I know. But if you trust me I can change all of that. All you have to do is work out with me and then imagine yourself as the biggest strongest motherfucker on the field.”

Dillon wanted to laugh again, but the Coach’s serious face made it nearly impossible. He stared blankly wondering if this was some kind of setup or that he was about to be the butt of a joke. However, Coach Parker just handed him a weight.

“Go on. Just do a quick workout…” Coach Parker said.

“F-fine,” Dillon nodded. He didn’t fully understand what was going on but the seriousness in the Coach’s eyes made it at least feel genuine. And how bad could one workout be? Just do a couple of sets of curls and then head out. No pranks. No laughter. Just some weights.

As Dillon started lifting a strange new urge started to well up within him. He’d never exactly felt this before but lifting these dumbbells almost felt good. Even though it was such an easy exercise, his heart started beating faster. He continued going through the exercise without even thinking and then set the weight back down.

“Pretty good feeling, eh?” Coach Parker nudged him.

“I guess…” Dillon said, somewhat unsure what was going on. There was a dull feeling radiating through him. He couldn’t quite figure it out. How could lifting a weight like that feel so good. Part of him didn’t want to admit that Coach Parker was right. Another part of him wanted to lift even heavier weights.

Just feeling the tension with something so light sent a fire through him to show off more. He wanted to pick something heavier up. He paused looking at himself in the mirror. “Is this me?” he questioned softly. Why did he feel so different all of a sudden? Why did he want to push himself? Maybe it was just seeing the small amount of change in his bicep as they shifted with each rep. Or maybe it was the desire to show off more.

Coach Parker gave him a firm pat on the back. “See? Feels pretty good, don’t it,” he grinned. “Now all you have to do is imagine yourself as the biggest guy around.”

For a second Dillon looked back at the coach. Then he looked around the room. There were so many big guys there. Each one sporting different kind of muscle. The quarterbacks and running backs had lean and defined muscles while the linebackers were hulking men filled with thicker fuller bodies with a healthy amount of fat.

Each man showed off a different version of strength. Some were more for sprinting, some were for coordination and skill and then there were the pure powerhouses that could carry people on their shoulders like they were nothing more than a backpack.

Dillon stared at the different men. Deep down there’d always been a bit of envy within him. Each man looked so strong and confident he couldn’t help but stare, then there was him, this little weakling who was only good at studying. He stared longer focusing on the biggest guys in the gym. Why shouldn’t he be like those linebackers?

He felt his face and a beard started to grow. ‘No. I don’t want their hair. Only their size. Hell, I want to be bigger. Stronger. More defined like the bodybuilders. More powerful than the powerlifters.’ All that envy and jealousy poured out of him. All that smallness that they made him feel was churning a deep frustration in him.

Bigger.

Stronger.

Better.

The words repeated in his mind until his body started to react. “Oh shit…” Dillon keeled over as the intense feeling rocketed through him. His body was responding. His heart rate sped up to an insane degree. The intensity of thousands of workouts hit him all at once. Each muscle seized and then grew. A pulsing radiated through his body as he felt the intensity grow.

His shirt couldn’t take it anymore. As his biceps continued to develop the muscle effortlessly tore through his graphic t shirt. Then his chest. Two massively heavy pecs pushed out in front of him. With each breath his chest pushed a little bit further out but never came back in.

The growth continued through him. His shoes tore apart under the sudden shift in size. His toes snuck their way out of the front and then the sheer size of his feet crushed the rest without any effort.

It was a good thing that Dillon wore athletic shorts as the mass in his legs quickly filled them up. Powerful quads that could effortlessly stop even the biggest of men developed when no muscle had been before.

Dillon slowly regained control over his body. “Fuck…” he breathed. The deep voice would have scared his former self, but this giant of a man was not so easily intimidated. He stared blankly in front of him. “Huh?” he uttered stupidly.

“Sorry man…” Coach Parker said. “Part of the deal. Whatever your focusing on is what you become. And hell, I’d say I made the right decision picking you!”

“Me?” Dillon grunted stupidly. His mind felt slower. Thoughts wouldn't come. Only working out and showing off. He looked over his hulking body and flexed his massive arm. It was easily the biggest in the whole gym. “Hell yeah. Look at me.” He grinned flexing different parts of his body. He would have thought it weird to show off so much, but with  body like this there’s no reason not to.

“Also I have to apologize. This was the largest shirt we had,” Coach Parker smiled. He held up a sleeveless shirt with the school’s mascot on it. “I had high hopes you would pull through, didn’t expect this much though.”

Dillon continued flexing his body. “Don’t worry coach. They won’t mind.” He laughed, flexing again and watching as the other guys in the gym were checking him out. The distinct faces of jealously, envy and lust radiated through the college gym. Dillon grinned, ready to test out this new body.

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Father's Day Gym

Alan had been fed up with the laziness of his son. He’d never expected himself to get to such a point but everyday after coming home from work and watching the younger man sit on his ass watching football or whatever, instead of practicing while Alan went out to work at some dead-end job continued to add up.

Of course, the final straw was the complete and total forgetting of Father’s Day. There’s only so many birthdays or Christmases that Dave could forget before Alan had enough. It’s not even like Father’s day was all that special to the man. Usually just grilling some burgers and getting some pun of a card was all he wanted.

But this was the last straw. After seeing Dave sitting around and not even saying, ‘Happy Father’s Day’ to him, he took matters into his own hands. There was a card he’d bought, almost as a bit of a gaff, that was supposed to be enchanted. Instead of receiving the card Alan gave it to his son.

Not that Dave cared. He tossed it in the trash without a second thought. Alan smirked. It didn’t need to be accepted, only given. With that the present was already starting to take hold. With each step down the hallway, Alan could feel the smallest bit of his body starting to change.

Without thinking he was already walking taller with stronger steps. Each stride seemed to have added another week to his lifespan. Hair started to grow back on the top of his head. He could feel his atrophying muscles building up again without any effort at all. His clothes felt tighter across his shoulders and chest and his belt looser around his waist.

Without even thinking Alan entered into what he thought was his son’s room. Yet, when he looked at the Wolves mascot he had a certain kinship with it. But when he saw that the trophies had his name on it, Alan knew full well that the spell had worked.

Alan took a seat on what was soon to be his bed. The changes were happening whether Dave wanted them too or not. A sly smirk covered his face as he laid down and wallowed in the bed almost marking it.

Still his clothes continued to feel tighter. His chest was really starting to push against the buttons of his shirt. His shoulders continued to grow wider and waist thinner. Yet, his pants felt tighter as thick muscular quads started to fill them.

He sat back up wiggling his toes as his shoes were completely filled with his feet. “Only a matter of time,” he mused to himself as he grabbed the football and tossed it gingerly into the air.

Meanwhile in the other room, Dave started to feel something was off. His whole body started to feel a strange bloat to it. He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. Neither farting nor burping did anything to release whatever strange bloat was plaguing him.

Dave stood up and tried to stretch, hoping that might make some kind of change. Yet, the first thing he noticed was his shirt. It was riding up over a belly. “What the hell?!” he cursed staring down at the forming stomach. What had been lean cut abs was now starting to become a belly. He let out a grunt as it continued to get even bigger.

“What the hell’s going on?!” he grimaced at the strange belly forming on him. Even worse the college sleeveless shirt was starting to feel tight against his chest. And his shoes were starting to feel even tighter. His thoughts raced back to the card. It didn’t make sense but it was the only thing that he could go off of.

Panic raced through Dave as weight continued to pile onto his once lithe body. His muscles almost seemed to have exploded with an unknown force adding power and strength that the lean ones would give. However, with that size also seemed to come age.

His shaggy blond hair was starting to fall out while thick coarser hair started to cover his arms, legs and chest. He scratched it absentmindedly. “This can’t be real…” he declared but when he saw his face in the mirror and he looked to be well into his thirties, that didn’t matter anymore.

Dave ran down the hallway as fast as he could. His thick burly body shook the house with each step. The hulking frame took up nearly the entire space. He only paused for a second seeing a picture and watching as Alan and him had swapped spots. “ALAN!” he shouted loudly through the house.

Alan chuckled. Hearing Dave’s voice echo through the house only spurred his excitement. He knew the changes were still happening. He could feel his strength growing more and more. Each muscle developed into something thicker and stronger than he had ever had. It was like decades of work were all piling into him at once as his body also lost those decades in age.

The once portly older man was now growing more spry and filled with a excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. His body moved easily and effortlessly. His muscles were strong and full. His face young and filled with a handsomeness he’d never known.

Alan ripped off the rest of his clothes, discarding the relic that he had been. They weren’t who he was anymore.

Alan went over to the mirror again examining the new powerhouse of a man he’d become. He’d stolen so much of his son’s youth and strength, that he almost felt bad. Yet, seeing those powerful muscles staring back at him washed any of those feelings away. A confidence burgeoned within him as he went through what had been his son’s closet to find something to wear. Most of it was a little tight, but he could figure something.

Not even the loud knocking on his bedroom door made him nervous.

On the other side was Dave. The lean handsome man had turned into an absolute beast. Muscular bulk covered every inch of the other an. However, it also gave him two more decades of experience. Alan wasn’t sure what the ‘curse’ really was, but seeing how Dave had only grown bigger and stronger than even Alan was, made him grin.

Even as Dave stared him down with as much anger and menace that the man could muster, it didn’t phase Alan the slightest bit. He gave his ‘dad’ a pat on the shoulder and started walking through the house. Dave’s anger turned to confusion. His hulking size would have made the biggest of men panic, yet, Alan walked past him like it was nothing.

Dave continued to follow Alan. His heavy footsteps were softening. Even with all that bulk he was quickly learning how to control his excess weight. He watched as Alan turned into the garage and was absolutely stunned by what he say.

“Happy Father’s Day,” Alan said. “It took a while and I’m glad you didn’t come in and spoil it.” He smiled as he showed off the fully stocked gym in their garage. It didn’t make sense, yet the magic continued to push and pull making everything feel as though it made sense. Somehow Alan had been sneaking in weights and machines under Dave’s nose to surprise him with a fully stocked gym.

“Damn it boy,” Dave growled with a menacing tone. “I told you not to do anything this stupid.”

“Oh c’mon pops,” Alan grinned mischievously. The word fell out of him so naturally that he couldn’t help but add a chuckle. “I knew you wanted to take things to the next level and those paid gyms can’t handle your strength.”

“Whatever,” Dave grumbled as he entered into the workout space. He grabbed Alan into a headlock, forcing the other man into his pit and roughed up his hair. “All I wanted was some steak and you’d gone and given me all this shit.” He let go and then extended his hand. “Good on ya boy.” He grinned shaking his sons hand.

Alan smirked. The new reality was setting in. Dave didn’t seem to remember the old one. Or if he did, that past lazy son he was was now gone. Alan took his father’s hand and shook it. “Ready to test some of this out?” he offered.

“HELL YEAH!” Dave shouted. Before they knew it the two were working out with Dave pushing Alan to his absolute limit.

Tried something a little different to see if it worked. Created using ChatGPT. Pictures AI generated, Story written by me.

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Military Test Subject

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“Hot damn!” General Smith shouted when he saw the recruit. “You boys really outdid yourselves!”

“Thank you,” Andrew smiled at the praise. It’d been over a year of testing, but they finally found a compound that would actually work and be good for application. They were given Kyle Briggs nearly a month ago and he was a pretty standard soldier. Maybe even considered to be on the weaker side. It wasn’t even a week before they started to notice changes.

He’d gained almost 15 pounds of muscle and grew another inch taller. The physical trainer said this was unprecedented. He’d been sworn to secrecy, yet the scientists had quickly learned that wouldn’t have been necessary. They found him sneaking off with the test subject and having sex. It was noted that the physical trainer was the happiest bottom they had ever seen. Even though he had sworn up and down that he was straight when they hired him, he said it was impossible to think about anything other than the subject’s cock slamming into him.

By week three, it was nearly impossible to separate the two. The subject had grown another three inches and gained an additional 45 pounds of muscle. He defended his lover with all his strength. More terrifying was that many of the soldiers who were told to separate the two mentioned understanding how the physical trainer must have felt. They longed to go back in there. It was about two or three days and the soldiers were found still trying to emulate sex with the test subject.

No other soldiers would volunteer to be in the same room as the subject.

By week four, he’d gained another 100 pounds and five inches taller. He looked like an absolute monster. Any goal that they had set for him was easily smashed down. They had to weigh him over the intercom and the physical trainer was more than happy to help get the measurements, however no one else was allowed into the room with them. The week after that, there were no noticeable differences to his weight changes.

“Well then!” General Smith slapped his knee. “Let’s go meet him!”

“W-what!?” Andrew jumped out of his seat and stumbled through the room to block the door. “Sir. That’s not a good idea.”

“Is he violent?” General Smith asked.

“Violent? No. It’s just—”

“Son, I’ve been in this field a long time. I don’t need you to tell me how to meet my recruits,” General Smith pushed Andrew to the side.

“Sir,” one of the general’s guards said. “Shouldn’t we listen to him?”

Andrew nodded furiously. His voice was stuck as he was never very good at talking to his superiors. “Yes! Please! You don’t under—”

“Nonsense. If you’re going to chicken out as well, then I’ll just go meet the new recruit on my own. Out of my way.” General Smith pushed Andrew fully to the side and opened the door. Andrew held his breath and then pushed the door closed.

“Hmmm?” The guard’s eyebrow raised. He felt his cock harden in his pants as he looked at the test subject. His hand instinctually went to touch his dick.

Andrew let out a sigh. “Don’t worry, it’ll hopefully wear off in about 24 hours. But it’s too late for him…” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at the general. For a second, the bodyguard didn’t believe the little man, but he quickly realized that his eyes hadn’t left the test subject’s body since the door had been opened. That strange musky scent hung in his nose and his pants had come undone, revealing his fat cock. “Let’s get you out of here so you aren’t tempted anymore. And I’ve got to make a few phone calls.”

Someone handed the guard an impressively sized dildo. The bodyguard would have been mortified at any other time wondering how someone could fit this inside them, let alone the insinuation that he would. But his hands happily ran up and down the silicone rod as he thought about the impressively built man on the other side of the glass wall. He followed the man and struggled not to look back at the test subject.

However, General Smith was still being monitored as he walked through the subject’s area. Sweat started to drip down his forehead and the sharply dressed man quickly started to undo the top buttons of his uniform. “Hot damn!” the general cursed. “They sure as hell love to pump the heat up in here…” He wiped his brow as he approached the subject.

The subject sat up from the bench press he’d just been using. His eyebrow cocked. A wry grin appeared on his face. “I don’t find it too bad,” he answered. A thick layer of sweat covered his body. The hair on his chest matted to his pecs and abs.

“That makes one of us,” General Smith laughed as he continued his approach. He didn’t even notice as he stripped off his military jacket, kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. The feeling of the somewhat cool air on his body felt so good that he just left them on the floor where they fell. “I’m General Smith. I’m your new boss.”

“Oh?” the subject laughed. Mostly because the general’s hard cock looked to be throbbing in his underwear. “I see…” The subject stood up.

General Smith never considered himself to be a small man. At 6’1” and a little overweight 220 pounds, most people were a bit shorter than him. However, he had to crane his neck back to get a proper look at this beast of a man. General Smith barely even came up to his chest. His eyes had move to bring the man fully into view. He gasped.

“Y-yes,” General Smith tried to regain his senses. It didn’t help that his hand was pleasuring his cock. He reached it out for a handshake. “With a man like you on board, I doubt we’ll need much of a military.”

The subject laughed at the joke and accepted the handshake. His hand completely engulfed the general’s. It looked more like a gorilla hand over a human’s. The subject quickly pulled the general into a hug. General Smith’s face landed directly between the subject’s massive pecs.

The general took in a deep breath. He didn’t even realize that his hips bucked or feel the wet stain forming in his underwear. His mind was far too focused on the man in front of him. The strong powerful scent that completely overwhelmed him. His senses didn’t take in anything other than the man. His hands groped the powerful muscles and felt their strength.

“They don’t let many friends come in here…” the subject complained. “I’m happy to meet you.”

“And I’m happy to meet you…” the general moaned. He wasn’t even fighting it anymore. His hands tried to touch every inch of the powerful man in front of him, groping and grasping at whatever he could get a hold of. Of course, the subject was happy to comply, flexing his arms and legs as the general’s hands tried to grasp around it. It was an impossible task as the human was far too small.

The subject chuckled as the general pulled out the subject's hefty sized cock. The small man was trying desperately to find a hole for it to fit in. “Your hands are fine,” the subject said. The general’s face beamed as he started stroking the monster sized cock. It had to be well over a foot long and thick as the general’s arm.

General Smith instantly started stroking it. His whole body had to get into the motion. But he looked like he’d never been happier in his life. The subject stood tall, flexing his body as his cock was milked. Loud deep moans rumbled the building. He was fully into it. All the way up to the point that he coated the general with his cum. Big splashes hit the general in his face and rolled down his body.

“Excellent job…” the subject praised. The general tried to get started again, but the subject stopped him. “You need to take a rest.” He lifted up the man and cradled him in his arms as he took him over to see the physical trainer. “You two will be working together for a while. I can’t wait to actually fuck him.” A devious smile overtook the subjects face as he watched the two men cuddle together.

The subject turned back to the scientists. “You know you can always give me more friends to play with.”

Over the next week the subject grew another inch and gained 15 pounds of muscle.

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Mr. Bryson Comes to Visit

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‘Just so you know, my dad came in this weekend,’ my boyfriend texted me.

I let out a groan. I’d just finished a workout and didn’t need to have his dad here. Part of it was just because of the unexpected company. The rest was because there was this new gummy supplement that I’d been taking that had some unusual side effects.

Don’t get me wrong, it was unbelievable for muscle growth. I’d been a pretty average gym goer until I started taking them, but with them I wouldn’t stop growing. It could be up to almost a pound of muscle a day. I’d been a standard jock at 5’10” and 176 pounds but after taking them for a couple of months I’d shot up to 6’1” and was nearing 215 pounds. My gains were unprecedented. People in the gym begged me for my secrets. I wouldn’t tell them.

It was due to the side effects. Immediately after taking them, I’d become incredibly dominant. That wouldn’t be a problem; but then every man in the area would get a whiff of my scent and then become incredibly submissive. I only tried them once in the gym and I had damn near every guy asking to help me lift and running their hands across my body. It was so hard to fight off. It was nice with my boyfriend, a little less fun with complete strangers. Though, my boyfriend suggested that I try it again, but he has to be around that time.

“Mr. Bryson?” I called as I returned home. “Hello?”

“Over here boy,” a deep and powerful voice summoned me. It didn’t sound familiar, but I felt an uncontrollable urge to do as he said. A strange smell lingered in the house. I smelled it deeper.

‘Oh shit…’ I suddenly realized what was going on. Especially when I walked into the living room. There stood an unbelievably jacked man. No shirt. No shoes. But someone I definitely wanted to service. My mouth hung open as I took in the absolute mountain of a man. He had to be 7’ tall and had to weigh over 500 pounds. I thought my growth was big, this was beyond next level.

“M-Mr. Bryson?” I stammered as I looked him up.

He grunted in the affirmative. I felt my dick go hard. “Just so you know I found some candy and ate the whole thing. Real good shit.”

“Of course, sir! Our home is your home!” my fingers flexed. Partially out of rage, but a deeper urge of lust. I was in a battle to not just curl up under that man’s massive and run my hands down his body.

“Good man,” he pat my shoulder as he splayed his body down on the leather couch. His feet went far past the arm rest. Those massive hands went between his legs and started to play with his cock, almost absentmindedly. The smell intensified. I felt a deep longing moan escape me.

“H-how’s work!” I forced out. It was the most neutral thing I could think of. My head was swarming with all sorts of ideas. My boyfriend had given me so many. From sniffing my armpits to licking my feet, all of them were buzzing around in my head but I was doing them to this giant.

“Fucking sucks,” Mr. Bryson grunted. “Got a piece of shit boss that really needs to hear a piece of my mind. Don’t know why I haven’t told that little fucker off yet. Doesn’t know his face from his ass.”

I squirmed in my seat. Hearing the man talk was nearly as good as sex itself. Though, the thought that his passive side was completely gone seemed to be the reason. I’d always thought he was a bit too weak willed and never stuck up for himself. But now? There was no one who would even think twice about it.

“You treatin my boy well?” Mr. Bryson asked.

“Huh? Oh yes sir! I try to make him happy everyday.”

“Oh? How?”

“Sex!” I blurted out. I instantly covered my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it. It just came out.

Mr. Bryson’s eyebrow raised. “Oh? And who’s on top?”

“I-I-I am sir. He likes to be on bottom,” I answered.

“Hmmm…” Mr. Bryson seemed to be mulling something over. His hand went to his chin and scratched the stubble on it. “Show me.”

“S-s-show you?” My dick throbbed. A longing moan escaped me. I may have been across the room, but I almost jumped at the chance.

“Show me,” he repeated. His voice sterner. “Show me what he does to show you he likes it.”

My sex addled brain complied. “Hey there big guy,” I strutted over to him. I dropped down to my knees. My hand went to his chest and gently rubbed the huge pec. The musk was overwhelming. There was no more fighting it. My nose went deep into his pit and gave it a powerful whiff. The smell of his sweaty BO filled my head only making me all the more excitable.

“It wasn’t too rough of a day at work now, was it?” I continued playing the sub. I was surprisingly good at imitating my boyfriend. My hand gently parsed through the hair running along Mr. Bryson’s abs. I leaned in for a kiss. His scruff scratched against my bare face. He accepted my kiss and our tongues wrestled. He led the tempo, but I could keep up. “Well. I can make it all better.” I giggled as I pulled away.

My finger traced the outline of his massive pecs. They danced their way down to his abs. Then found it’s way into his shorts. The man was already hard. His cock throbbed as I grabbed it. Even though my hand’s were massive, it still felt like I was holding onto a beer can. I gently stroked it. “How’s that make you feel?”

“Good…” Mr. Bryson grunted. His body flexed. Hands gripped whatever they could. Under his strength he accidently snapped the back of the couch. That would have to be a problem for another day.

Right now, I was a bit distracted. Especially as I pulled the rod out of his shorts. My eyes went wide. My mouth hung open. I’d never been a cock sucker, but God damn did I want to shove it into my mouth. But then there were other ideas. My hole quivered. I let out a moan.

“Well, boy?” Mr. Bryson demanded.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I straddled Mr. Bryson’s massive body and lined his cock up with my ass. I could feel the pre already dripping and coating my ass and his cock. I pressed down on it. My hands clawed at his abs at the pressure. I couldn’t help myself. A deep sensual moan escaped me as my body writhed. Little by little I worked my way down onto his cock. I’d only taken my boyfriend’s a couple of times and it was no where near as big or wide as this. Somehow the gummy supplements must have been help open me up.

Mr. Bryson bucked as more of his cock was engorged by my ass. His eyes went wild as his body gave into the sexual drive. All that confidence and strength meant nothing under his sexual arousal. I could feel his cock throb with delight. Each thrust I gave him sent another wave of pleasure rocketing through him. He couldn’t help himself. His back arched and he finished inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I called out as I couldn’t help myself, splattering his furry chest with my own seed. I rode Mr. Bryson’s wild ride and then fell limp on his body. His big arms wrapped around me.

“Well… Guess if my boy treats you this well, you ain’t half bad…”

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Question about Wordpress

Does anyone know if the wordpress archive only goes back so far? I noticed that it’s not back to when I first started writing and didn’t know if it starts deleting older work.