Deviations

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[secularsasquatch]

[keozrb]

The Manliest Man 3: Game Start

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Introduction

The Walker Family Gathering

Tonight marks the first time Jake has returned home since leaving the Army, and the first time his family will meet Ollie his new boyfriend. Lucas Jake brother hopes for an evening of laughter, good memories, and perhaps a chance for his father and Jake to reconnect after him coming out.

Instead, an ordinary board game called The Manliest Man is about to change all four of their lives forever.

The Player

Lucas Walker (25)

Lucas Walker is a quiet, thoughtful IT Support Specialist who works for a mid-sized technology company. At five-foot-eleven with an average build, short light-brown hair, and kind blue eyes, he rarely stands out in a crowd. He prefers computers, board games, and quiet evenings over sports or parties.

Still living at home with his father, Lucas has spent much of his life feeling like he never measured up. While his older brother seemed born to be a hero, Lucas chose a quieter path, often wondering if his father wished he had turned out differently.

Despite his insecurities, Lucas is genuinely kind and loyal. He has always admired Jake and couldn't be happier that his brother has finally found someone who loves him. More than anything, Lucas hopes this family visit will bring everyone closer together.

David Walker (48)

David Walker is a broad-shouldered maintenance supervisor whose years of hard work have left him with thick arms, a sturdy frame, and a noticeable beer belly. His short dark hair is beginning to gray, and for years he has worn a neatly trimmed beard that has become part of his identity.

A traditional, hardworking father, David believes in discipline, responsibility, and earning respect through sacrifice. He loves both of his sons deeply but struggles to express it, often replacing affection with criticism or sarcasm.

Jake was once everything David imagined a son should become—a soldier, a leader, and a man's man. Although David still loves him unconditionally, Jake's decision to leave the military and live openly as a gay man has challenged many of David's long-held expectations. Unsure how to process those feelings, he keeps them buried beneath dry humor and stubborn silence.

Jacob "Jake" Walker (31)

Jake Walker is a former Army Staff Sergeant whose years of military service shaped him into a physically imposing man. Standing six-foot-three with broad shoulders, powerful muscles, and a rugged beard, he naturally commands attention wherever he goes.

Growing up, Jake was the golden child—the athlete, the soldier, the son everyone admired. Yet behind that image, he spent years hiding who he truly was. After leaving the military, he chose to finally live honestly and openly as a gay man.

Jake remains calm, protective, and dependable. He adores his younger brother and continues encouraging Lucas to believe in himself. Though his relationship with his father has become strained, Jake hopes that one day they can rebuild the closeness they once shared.

Oliver "Ollie" Bennett (29)

Oliver Bennett—known to everyone as Ollie—is Jake's boyfriend. At twenty-nine, he is slim, youthful, clean-shaven, and impeccably groomed. His warm smile, expressive personality, and easygoing charm tend to brighten every room he enters.

Working as a graphic designer, Ollie enjoys creativity, conversation, and making people laugh. He is openly affectionate with Jake and completely comfortable being himself, even when others judge him for it.

Although this is his first time meeting the Walker family, Ollie arrives hopeful and optimistic. He knows David hasn't fully accepted Jake's relationship, but he believes kindness and patience can bridge almost any gap. His goal isn't to change anyone overnight—he simply wants to become part of the family Jake loves so much.

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[410parker]

I’ve been trying the same prompts with different AI models to see which works better. This video is a combination of KLING Omni and Seedance 2.0 Mini. There is some style discontinuity. The Kling portion is more photorealistic but didn’t produce good results for the second half prompts. Seedance is more accurate with dialogue and produced better results for the second half, but not on the prompts for the first part. Go figure.

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Since he began taking Parker’s Pills to get smaller Adam had become the center of attention at every gathering. He liked the attention and he had chosen to shrink gradually, taking one pill per week, in order to stretch it out. His buddies made a game out of checking his height each time they got together, exclaiming over how much smaller…and cuter… he had become since the last time. Scott, of course, had noticed the focus on Adam, and he wasn’t pleased.

Scott and Adam had known each other all of their lives. Their dad’s were partners at the same law firm and their mom’s had been close friends since college. However Scott and Adam’s relationship was more…complicated. They loathed each other, with a deep antipathy that could only come from long and close association, from knowing each other too well. At least it appeared that way to their mutual friends. But at the same time they couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. They had attended the same high school, taken the same AP classes together, played on the same sports teams, enrolled at the same elite university - neither one was going to turn down that coveted acceptance just because the other would be there — and pledged the same fraternity. 

The two were fiercely competitive. Whatever one did the other had to do as well, and do it better. They competed at everything, grades, sports, boyscout badges, girls, and then boys. Scott came out first during their senior year in high school, when he invited another guy to a party and kissed him in front of their friends. So naturally Adam had to top him with an even more dramatic reveal not long after. He and his surprise date showed up at senior prom wearing matching white dinner jackets with rainbow hewed cummerbunds and bow ties. 

Scott and Adam had dated other guys during college, both with active social lives, but none of their romantic relationships lasted very long. It was as if something else…or someone else…kept getting in the way.

Now, as adults, they worked for the same tech company and had even ended up, without any coordination, renting apartments in the same high rise just two floors apart. It still rankled Scott that Adam had gotten there first and snatched the studio two floors up with the better view. They were also members of the same fitness club, frequented the same hang outs and ran with the same crowd. 

Their friends could sense the simmering tension between Scott and Adam under the superficially polite façade. Although they were superficially civil to each other in public, they were constantly needling each other with subtle little digs. But was it really just a case of familiarity breeding contempt and a driving need to one-up the other? Or was it something more? A few of their more astute friends wondered whether the open enmity was masking an attraction, strange as that might seem. However Scott and Adam were far too busy feuding to be honest about how they really felt. And Scott was about to take their feud up a few notches…or should I say down a few notches…way, way down.

Scott was fed up with the attention that his diminishing nemesis was getting with the aid of Parker’s Pills. This time for their usual Saturday afternoon basketball game with the gang Scott came prepared. He was going to beat little Adam at tghe shrinking game, but not with Parker’s Pills or Parker’s Elixir. No, he was going to up the cuteness factor to maximum with a big dose of Parker’s Twink Tonic.

See what happens next in the video. Adam and Scott are about to discover that altering physical perspective by reducing size alters one’s perspective in other ways too, stripping away barriers and opening eyes to see what has been there all along.

[growtherton]

The heat wave's finally broken, time to get out there and enjoy the summer! Between Growtherton and Builder's Crossing are some excellent spots for camping and plenty of cottages available to rent along the Coleman River and the northern shore of Oster Lake. As much as we love city living in Growtherton, taking some time to get away from it all can make all the difference.

[agmsye]

Roll the Dice - Introduction

I've been playing around with AI a bit and it actually gave me good inspiration to write a slightly longer story again. Or rather a multi-parter. A big thank you goes to @hughmichelsen for proof reading and giving great feedback!

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Rain tapped softly against the windows of Adrian’s apartment while his five friends crowded against the battered oak table, that was half buried under dice trays, energy drinks, miniatures and enough takeout containers to qualify as biohazard.

It was Friday night and ever since their first semester there was one adamant rule. Friday night was reserved for Dungeons and Dragons.

Ever since their first session another adamant rule was that their talented Dungeon Master Adrian would host their little group of misfits. 

Tall, pale and thin as a scare-crow he may be, Adrian had the unsettlingly intense eye contact of someone who spent too many nights buried in half-forgotten ancient texts and rule books to give his players one hell of an experience with each session.

His black hair was combed back neatly, rectangular glasses sitting low on on his nose, barely concealing the heavy bags under his eyes, as he organised the papers with devoted, almost ritualistic precision and diligence. A running gag among the group was always that he looked less like a graduate student and more like a cult leader pretending to be one.

Unbeknownst to the players that sentiment wasn’t too far off from the truth.

“Okay.”, Adrian clapped his hands and smiled at his friends with that unsettling grin of a maniac with a plan. He handed each of them a blank character sheet. “Since our last campaign finished, I thought some system changes and … adjustments were in order for the new one. And don’t worry I’ve got some big plans for you guys.”

“God, that sentence is terrifying. Why do you gotta make it sound like we’ll be wiped by the end of this session.”, Ethan muttered.

The others just nodded solemnly, naturally agreeing with the loudest member of their group. Even though Ethan was a short, scrawny Asian man who'd spent far too many hours in front of a computer, what lack of physicality he had was compensated by a sharp tongue and biting sarcasm. Usually he stuck to rogues, who flirted with everyone and everything, but the moment someone flirted back he’d fold like wet tissue paper.

Next to him, meekly nodding, sat Marcus. Unlike the small and skinny Ethan, Marcus was a broad shouldered black man. Not in an athletic way, his thicker frame was from that way that formerly chubby guys were since he'd never quite lost that freshman fifteen.  He was constantly pushing his glasses up his nose, trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible, which wasn’t easy with his respectable 6’ frame. As the self proclaimed lorekeeper of the group he approached the sessions with the same academic seriousness as the introductory programming he'd taught with. Three filled notebooks with NPCs, story interactions and settings sat next to him ready to be referenced. 

“Yeah … I feel like he’ll have us facing a beholder right off the bat…”, Oliver said from across the table, laughing nervously. He was pretty in a way that should have warranted confidence, but despite his messy blonde hair and cute face, he just could never muster up any. Oliver was the artist of the group, his fingers stained with ink from drawing character concepts during his classes when he got bored in class. Which happened pretty often to the honours student. Too bad most of his characters usually ended up being either mages with an overly tragic backstory or healers that got too emotional during battles, something that annoyed his fellow players on the regular.

"Please tell me this isn't another hyperlethal realism campaign," Noah looked like he was already shaking from the thought. As the nerdiest member of the group, it looked like puberty had completely passed him by. It was almost concerning with how his short, scrawny frame never put on any weight. Though, unlike Ethan, he didn't have the same level of confidence. The only time he could push past that nervousness was playing DnD or someone talking comic as the shop he worked at.'

Noah took a breath. "I'm still traumatized by the bridge incident..." 

“You walked into obvious bait,” Marcus said.

“It was roleplay accurate.”

“You licked the cursed obelisk.”

“It looked important.”

As the rest of the group joined the argument about how their last campaign had ended, Adrian smiled faintly. It was good to see his friends relax into their little squabbles. After all, the DM knew that all of them needed a reprieve after the week they’d had. Little Noah had once again been shoved into a locker by the bullies from the football team and hadn’t been saved until hours later. Adrian, after messing with the wrong jock had found himself beaten to a pulp over one sarcastic comment too many. A group of students in the class Marcus taught had been incredibly obnoxious and started calling him names like “lardass” and “fatso”, bringing his old complexes back to the surface. And apparently some jerk online had gone on a campaign ridiculing the art he posted and was very proud of.

Hidden beneath the table, away from the curious eyes of his friends sat an old, leatherbound grimoire, it’s pages humming softly.

He had used it to spice up the campaign a bit, using one of the oldest spells in existence. The character sheets had been painstakingly prepared and enchanted over the last week to make the spell come to life. A spell about stories, identity and numbers who had been assigned meaning. And Adrian had made sure his friends, like the rest of reality, would adapt seamlessly around it.

With an almost giddy smile he interrupted the argument, Noah and Ethan arguing that it was hardly the rogue’s fault they had gotten roasted by the dragon he had been trying to seduce. 

“Now then, let’s get into character creation.”

[iolais]

We're starting to rethink that clause where we contractually can't refuse subjects treatment as long as they want to keep taking it

[410parker]

The characters in this video are all over 21.

This is Parker’s Pills and Parker’s Twink Tonic testimonial version 2. I was going to post this on my DA page but for some reason it wouldn’t load into DA, so I’m putting it here. For mostly shrinking and M/m size difference (with a little muscle growth too) see my DA page:

https://www.deviantart.com/410parker

[growtherton]

Horsepower Fitness has opened a new location downtown, and are still hiring for both full time and part time positions. It's a great way to earn some extra cash during the summer. And before you dismiss that out of hand cuz you're "not a gym guy," rest assured that the management team at HPF have a very thorough onboarding process that will have you feeling right at home.

[gigantix]

The guy just can't stop growing...

I tellyou, he just keeps BLOWING UP HUGE! You think he's done, and then he just keeps getting bigger!

And bigger...

And of course...he can't stop just INSIDE the house.

...or inside the neighborhood.

[growtherton]

With another heat wave in store for Growtherton this week, City Hall would like to suggest again that citizens keep their thermostats at reasonable levels to help alleviate strain on the power grid. If we all work together, we can keep cool, and keep service outages to a minimum.

[swappingbryn]

Picture taken from here

[sfde8871]

Time to get dressed, but first...I’m thinking it’s a BEARD kinda night.

[hairymaletf]

Based on New Employment Options by Zeeme

Man to Bull Hybrid - Part 2

[hairy-bothered]

POV: You wake up broad and heavy in a body that doesn’t belong to you, already damp with summer heat before you’ve even climbed out of bed. The bathroom mirror gives you a stranger: older, thicker through the chest and waist, close-cropped graying hair, a square jaw gone soft at the edges, a faded tan line at the neck, a thick white cut Alabama cock.

Downstairs, the house is already alive. A woman calls your name from the kitchen like she’s said it a thousand times. Two kids tear through the hallway with red-white-and-blue popsicles, leaving sticky streaks on the hardwood. Out back, the grill waits beside a spotless lawn lined with little paper flags, the cul-de-sac beyond it full of parked SUVs and folding chairs. Men your age - or rather, his age - that you would typically cross the sidewalk to avoid - slap your shoulder and hand you a beer before noon. They talk easily about mortgages, fishing, the neighborhood fireworks guy, the country, like all of it belongs to them by default. In this body, no one questions whether you fit here. They assume authority settles naturally on your shoulders, same as the polo shirt stretched across them and your bigger beer belly.

At first you feel like an actor wearing someone else’s life, reciting lines you don’t believe but can’t repudiate. But as the afternoon thickens into evening, something unnerving happens: you understand the seduction of it. There is comfort in this version of America, in the clean patio and the easy ritual, in the certainty of being called “Dad” and “sir” and having people listen. When you light the grill, the children crowd around you like you are a fixed point in the world. When the first fireworks crack over the neighborhood, everyone cheers with the same practiced joy - white faces washed in red and gold.

You still hear the casual remarks that make your stomach tighten, the assumptions about cities and people and what patriotism is supposed to look like. Yet inside this body, standing in a backyard made to feel permanent, you can see why someone might confuse comfort with truth. The most unsettling part is not how different this America feels from yours. It’s how warm it feels to be welcomed by it - and like an arctic explorer lost for days in the tundra - you sit back, close your eyes and embrace the warmth.

[growtherton]

Growtherton has been celebrating all month. But this weekend, the party REALLY begins. The Trans March is today, the Dyke March is tomorrow, and the main event, the 2026 Pride Parade kicks off Sunday afternoon. It's going to be impossible not to have a good time. So from yours truly, and everyone else at Growtherton City Hall: Happy Pride! (omg I can't believe I mispronounced Growtherton I'm such a doofus)

[growtherton]

Mad Stackz started as a hole-in-the-wall buy-and-sell comic shop where local fans could curate their collections. Ever since opening their new location on Lunsford Blvd, it’s now the biggest comic shop in Growtherton! And its patrons are some of the biggest comic nerds in town!

[jakelandryshorts]

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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