(1/2) Stop me (or link me) if you've had or come across this idea before: "Hung-er Games". A Battle Royale where, at the end of each round, those eliminated have their junks shrunken down & their mass distributed to the current remaining players. As the rounds progress & the remaining players get bigger & bigger, the size transfer increases exponentially as a result. Or, all the collective size is only transferred at the very end when 1 or 2 winners are declared.
I had def read similarly themed stories back before CoiledFist went offline, but those were mostly height/muscle based where people were competing to become macro muscle gods. However, that site went boom.
There's definite meat on the bones for something like that. Would definitely have a built in mario kart logic where the person in the lead has penalties (i.e. too much mass to move) making it hard for them to hold their lead. There's something to be said for staying in the middle (or back) of the pack for as long as possible to make yourself seem unassuming and therefore not a big threat, but then you risk elimination. Hmm...
If Braden’s been turned into a total humiliation slut by his time in Alpha Omega, what will he do to scratch that itch once he graduates?
How many lifelong bonds has he formed with his frat brothers, and how well will they keep up those relationships in post-college life?
Braden seems like the type of guy to go into some sort of corporate gig. Nice suit. Nice shoes. Big office with a big chair overlooking the city. The perfect type of guy to enjoy living a double life where the hot young intern with a fat cock taunts and teases him.
Braden just has that weird sort of machismo that makes it clear he is compensating but makes it hard to gauge if he wants to be called out on it or not. Most people in the office don't dare mouth off to their boss. He seems very high strung and prone to outbursts. And yet, when the new guy is around he seems eerily quiet... almost timid.
Braden is having a meeting and the intern walks in and casually brings Braden his coffee. As Braden sits at the head of the conferance table, he's eye level with the new guy's bulge. The intern's wearing slacks, but his bulge is so huge that the shape of his fat cock is visible even through the pleats.
"Hello, sir. I brought your coffee like you asked."
"Interesting smell. Did you do anything to it?"
"Just a bit of that nut creamer. Oh! but not a lot. We all know how it is with you and nuts. Just the smallest nuts. Barely any cream to them. Like most guys pride themselves on their nuts, but I've seen what you're working with."
"Th-that's quite enough of that."
Braden glances at the small saucer that the cup is sitting on. There's a small biscuit on the plate.
"And this?" Braden asks.
"A biscuit. Or cookie, I guess. We had some of those donuts in the breakroom, and I considered grabbing one of those. You know, those long and thick ones. The ones that kind of look like... well... you know..." The intern visible adjusts his thick package while mentioning the phallic donuts, but then changes the subject. "I got you one of these little cookies instead because those donuts are just wayyyy too much for a man such as yourself. What would you even do with it? am I right? You are a man who works better with less. Much, much less. Instead of a huge long, you have just the smallest nugget. Just look at this thing. It's smaller and thinner than my pinkie!"
"that's quite enough of that..."
"Too much? I tried to find something more your size. I know you're a big man in a big office, but you're used to working with so much less. Just absolutely tiny equipment."
The office is dead quiet. Everyone else at the conference table is mortified. They have no idea how the intern still has a job. Braden is sitting there quietly and seemingly glaring daggers at the new guy, but the truth is, he's already creamed his jeans.
The ask about the penis size changing app is so great (thank you fellow anon). And your answer made me obsessed with the concept.
Especially the idea that if you keep your cock small for a while, you get permanent shrinkage.
I like to imagine a dude who is hung. Say, a 13 inches long beer can thick cock. But he believes the permanent shrinkage is a rumor, so he takes a dare to keep his cock small for like two months. Now, following your previous answer (where the model had originally 7 inches and got stuck to 5), there are two options:
a) Since a month means losing 2 inches, 2 months mean losing 4. So, The guy goes from 13 to 9. Still big, and arguably more usable at actual sex.
b) If instead of going with the total of inches lost, we go with the loss of size being proportional... It would mean that after one month, the guy would go from 13 to 9. The second month, then, he would lose another 4 inches, getting to 5 in total remaining (I kept the loss of size consistent with an staring point of 13 inches, since there shouldn't be a pause between months; and I rounded things down, technically the guy would be closer to 5 1/2 inches).
Now, the second scenario is way hotter to me personally. Because the guy literally went from incredibly hung to average. And it's his own fault! He has no one to blame but himself!
Worse yet, he lost the bet (since his cock shrunk permanently), so he also gets to pay/do something he didn't want besides losing most of his cock size.
Anyway, thank you to reading my horny ramblings. Have a good day!
Hehe. Glad you enjoyed that. It's def a fun concept. In option B, if it's proportional, the question becomes how often does the change occur? Is it 30 days? Like, if someone goes 29 days and grows back on the last day, they get all the size back? Or is it like a multiplicative thing that if you do say, 2-3 days you lose an imperceptible percentage, but say you keep it on for a week, it starts being noticeable, and the longer you keep it on, the bigger the drop. So say, dude with the 13 inch hog. He loses maybe an eighth of an inch after 3 days. That's not even 1%, but if he keeps it for a week, he loses half an inch. This is closer to 4%. If he does a full month, he loses 4 inches which is almost 30% his starting size.
So if a dude with 9 inches did this, the conversion would be:
3 days: 1/10th inch lost.
1 week: 1/3 of an inch lost
1 month: 3 inches lost.
I don't remember if I mentioned this, but I used to chat with a guy semi regularly who worked as a photographer and he would occasionally lament that the dudes he had to photograph were often too hung and so they'd have to edit out the bulges in post, which is why I was thinking of a scenario in which a model is pressured into keeping his dick small to be able to do runways/photoshoots.
Makes me think of a scenario where a model has a huge cock that he gets pressured by his agent to use the app to make is discrete during photoshoots and the like. Usually, he just shrinks it down for the photoshoot and goes back to being hung immediately after, and so for a while, he never has to even think about potential drawbacks, but maybe he gets into a busy period where he's doing photoshoot after photoshoot. Back to back modeling gigs. He finishes each day exhausted. It's just easier to keep it tiny all the time rather than growing it back every night.
After a while, he gets comfortable with the lack of weight between his legs. Even after the modeling gig ends and his schedule frees up, he keeps it small because he's so used to seeing it that way. Besides, he always knows he can just grow it back when he's ready to be hung again.
The weeks give way to months. He gets in the mood to hit the town. A night of clubbing ensues. He's out with his friends putting on the moves with any guy that gives him the right look. After hours of flirting and dancing, he brings a guy back to his apartment for a passionate night. Kissing gives way to groping as the two fall onto the bed. The dude he brings home strips down. The model admires the dude's fit bod and thick rod. The dude has a nice dick... nowhere near as nice as the model's own, but still a nice rod.
Feeling fun and frisky, the model makes a wager. "Bigger dick tops" he says and winks playfully.
"I knew you were a bottom," the dude replies and laughs. His eyes fall to the model's briefs and the lack therein.
The model does another playful wink. He reaches for his phone. Opens the app that had been sitting dormant for the past few months. Clicks the "revert size" button...
the app buzzes. The button turns red and shakes.
He clicks it again. The button turns red and shakes.
What the hell!?
He tries it again. BZZT. The button shakes.
He opens up the specs. He checks the readings.
Current size: 1/2 inch.
That tracks. He'd been keeping it at a baby dick size these past few months so that he wouldn't have a bulge when he performed.
Then he swipes over to his default stats.
His jaw drops. His eyes go wide.
Max size: 1/2 inch.
The model's mind races. What happened? Is it a glitch? Is his app busted?
Then his eyes fall on a small disclaimer at the bottom of the app.
Do not exceed 24 hours of shrinkage. Prolonged reduction may result in permanent diminishment of normal size.
The model is too stunned to move. His jaw continued to hang slack as his one night stand grows impatient and slides across the bed.
"If you won't take it off, I'll do it for you," he says in a flirtatious growl.
The dude reaches over and grabs the waistband of the model's skimpy briefs. He pulls down on the garment until the model's tiny cocklet springs into view.
The model is too stunned to react. Is he stuck like this? That can't be right! And why is he so damn horny! He should be freaked out, but all he can think of is how hot this is! And that's all he can continue to think about as the dude gives the model's tiny dicklet a playful tweak between his thumb and forefinger. The model's mini dick shudders in the dude's fingers.
The dude pulls his hand back and licks the small droplets of cum off his fingertips.
About how many other Acorn employees agreed to have their cocks permanently shrunk? It seems like Dave recruits mostly from the already underhung, and Curtis says that the staff mostly use them to go down one size temporarily. But the existence of cages large enough to fit Travis before his shrinkage means that other super hung guys could be shrunk as well.
Was anyone else working at Acorn formerly hung like Travis? Apart from him, what’s the biggest reduction the restaurant has pulled off?
Travis was the first employee to permanently go down to such an extreme degree. There were plenty of guys on staff that were small to average who would go down temporarily for a shift, and there were one or two guys that went down a single size as they got into the job.
You sort of know how it goes. When people are obsessed with size, even an average guy can feel small, and there's something freeing about being small enough to no longer have to stress over stacking up. So going down from say 4.5" to 4" can be a huge relief. No longer being 'average' removes the need to try to put on airs, and being in an environment that celebrates the smaller sizes can really inspire dudes to make the jump. Set their "base" size to under four so that they can set their work size to closer to 3 making them more appealing to the clientele. That way they can be tiny for those that appreciate it, and then when they go back into the regular world, they are small enough to not have the anxiety of needing to perform but not so small that they can't have fun topping.
As for the plus size cages. They don't usually see use. Dave has a few other side hustles where he could get some mileage out of them, but the 'middle' sizes are the ones that really see use. The large sizes always kind of existed as a hypothetical. Like, Maybe if someone like Travis ever came along who was super hung but wanted to try out being smaller for a while.
It's worth noting that Dave isn't an inventor or anything like that. He's just a businessman who has appreciation for the smaller guys, and his business ventures tend to celebrate that. As such, he is always looking out for new cutting edge items he can acquire that could give his employees the boost (or downsizing in this case) they want to really showcase their charm.
That kinda ties back to your question about the existence of larger cages. They didn't see use before Travis. Dave didn't really expect them to see use, but he wasn't ruling out the possibility. Besides, it's cheaper to buy in bulk, and there were only two packages available. There was the large box, which is what Travis was shown to start with, and then there was the small box, which Curtis delivered to him after Travis had 'outgrown' all the big box cages.
I thought about a funny place: a magical glory hole.
Basically, any guy who gets their cock sucked, also gets their cock to grow. And any guy who sucks cock, gets their cock to shrink. For, inside that specific glory hole, anytime time there is a blowjob, a magical size transfer happens.
Now, in theory, you could one day suck cock, and get a tiny cock. And the next day, get your cock sucked, and grow it as much as you want.
I really like the idea, because it does give room to both simple scenarios, as well as longer stories. And is hot as hell too. So I wanted to share it with you, just in case you liked it.
That would be a fun scenario. Some dudes go on their way happy with the results. Some like swapping sizes. they want to be big one day, small the next. There's a lot of potential for shenanigans with this. Like, imagine a dude who doesn't fully realize what's going on. He's young, and inexperienced and doesn't know the legend behind the glory hole. He is just shy and skittish and wants to get his dick wet.
He goes to the glory hole, and figures that this is a relatively safe way to get his first experience. He sticks his modest dick in, and loves every second of getting sucked off. Once the other dude finishes, he cleans up with some toilet paper, flushes it, pulls his pants up, and staggers out of the restroom in a post-coital haze. He's so rocked by the afterglow he doesn't even take notice that his bulge feels bigger.
His dick seems noticeably bigger, but he doesn't realize why. He just thinks he's in a perpetual state of semi-boned excitement as he thinks back to how great getting sucked off was. He can't wait to go back.
He eventually makes his way back to the club and tries it again. It feels even better this time. Last time the dude on the other side just seemed to take his whole rod into their mouth, but this time, the other dude seems to have trouble deep throating it. By the end of it, the other guy is focusing on working just the tip of his fat cock.
The dude eventually finishes up, and once again cleans up and quickly scurries away.
As the week goes on, the dude realizes that his dick is bigger for sure. This can't just be a perpetual semi. His cock is now officially huge. He doesn't get it. Did his puberty not fully finish? Is this a secondary growth spurt? It's hard to say but his dick more than doubled in the span of a few weeks.
He still doesn't understand it, but he's hooked and needs more action. Every week he goes back it feels better. It's like as his cock grows, so too does the experience.
Finally, after a few weeks, he manages to make it back to the club. He once more sneaks towards the stalls in the back, but to his surprise, the stall he normally takes is occupied. He knocks on the door, and eventually the other guy steps out. He has never seen this guy before, but then again, he's never really looked at the other people in the club. He just gets in, gets sucked off, and gets out. This guy has a strange aura to him that makes the guy uncertain. There's something smug about him. If he had to put a term to it, it would be 'cocksure'. The new guy realizes why the dude showed up, and makes a friendly wager. Whip it out. Whoever is bigger gets to get their cock sucked.
The dude's mind is racing. He's never sucked off someone else before. It doesn't sound like that bad of an idea though. As he ponders it, his dick starts to stiffen in his pants. It could be fun to suck another dude off, and this guy does seem pretty hot...
The rules are spelled out. The stage is set. The guy from the stall smugly drops trou and showcases his huge, thick, rigid footlong. The dude is in awe of it, but as he's staring at the guy's massive cock, he slowly, almost as if in a trance, pushes down the waistband of his own pants. Soon, his own massive hog spills into view. The dude's beast is impossibly large. Over a foot. A literal third leg. The guy from the stall can do nothing but stare at it in awe and admit defeat.
The dude isn't sure why, but something about the guy's reaction strikes him as odd. The new guy seems both fascinated and crestfallen, but with the wager officially ruled in his favor, the dude goes to the first stall and prepares for his reward.
The dude slips into the familiar stall. He waits patiently for someone to show up on the other side, and when they finally do, he whips out his rigid cock and presses it against the hole...
but it's no good. His huge, thick cock is too fat to fit. The best he can do is mash his cockhead against the hole. The puffy flesh of his swollen, super-sized glans presses against the hole giving the glory hole the appearance of a warm, shuddering fleshlight to the occupant of the other stall.
Is this a bust? Is he too big to use the gloryhole? But even as he ponders this, he feels the other guy's lips lock with his massive, pre-drooling slit. The dude's body shudders with excitement as he feels the guy's lips and tongue play with the tip of his massive cock.
It doesn't take him long. He's still new to the whole gay scene and his nerves have given him a bit of a hair trigger. This, coupled with the fact that he had been fantasizing about this all week left him barely able to resist the other dude's mouth teasing his massive cockhead.
The dude blows massive ropes through the hole. He has to hold his massive, shuddering rod with both hands to keep it from pulling free. As he keeps his tip pressed against the glory hole, he is only vaguely aware that he is slowly sliding backwards. Soon his back is pressed against the opposite partition. The entire space between the two walls of his stall is filled with cock and balls. He can hear the partition behind him creaking and cracking from the weight of his body being pressed against it. It was a miracle that it held out, but soon, the dude finishes.
He goes to clean up as he had done in the past, but there's so much cum. It's still dripping from his massive cockhead. The head of his cock is now every bit as large as his own noggin. His balls now hang past his knees. The shaft is thicker than his neck.
He looks down and notices a slow-moving tide of spooge oozing in from under the partition from the neighboring stall. He steps out of the stall and peers around the corner to check on the other guy. He stares in awe at the other guy who is now completely coated in cum, but even through the thick layer of spunk, the dude can see it - a tiny little nubbin of a cock between the guy's legs.
Finally, after all these weeks, the dude starts to understand the nature of the stalls, and as the realization dawns on him, his massive cock stirs to life once more. It's already so hard to fit his cock in the stall, but... maybe if he's careful, he could come back for more.
Hey I have an idea for a story I want to give you, inspired by NNN with Hyper dick and balls.
A man who is doing the 3 day challenge decides to give up, he wants to masturbate but decides to use an HFO video, he finds it and warns that if he starts watching it he will go into a state of conscious hypnosis and will make his cock grow and swell his balls with the associated words "growth" and "swell" when the time comes to come he will say "come". The protagonist does not believe it but it is too late he is under the influence of the video he no longer has control of his body he is stuck in the chair ( I'll leave the fun part to you), at the end the video (when the protagonist is sitting on his enormous genitals and in a state between horniness and terror) will say the famous phrase but with an extra lead to the end of the NNN.
P.S. I'm not good at writing and English is not my first language, so if you see spelling errors here's why.
Interesting premise. Although it leaves a lot of questions. Would he be aware of this? Because it sounds like all he has to do is say "come" to break the effects, and even if he wasn't aware, it sounds like that word is common enough in the english langage.
Maybe hearing the word "come" makes him cream, but doesn't stop the effects. He assume that's how to break the control so he lets himself get huge enough to be fun and then says "come". He cleans up, goes out about his day without realizing the effects are still in play. Sure, he has a massive hog and fat nuts, but he likes those.
"Growth" and "Swell" are not as common. He doesn't even realize he's still growing at first. Manages to get like a third of the way through the day before he runs into a coworker that's like the kinda nerdy Flander's-esque dude who uses outdated terms like "everything's swell! Hope you have a swell weekend!"
Guy feels it almost instantly. The heavy weight in his pants straining against his already over-stuffed slacks.
"Don't say swell!" *feels it grow slightly more*
"I always say swell. It never bothered you before" *feels it grow even more.
His pants are now visibly sagging from the weight of his massive nuts. The waistband is pulled down so low that several inches of fat cock base are exposed. The dude tries to pull his shirt down lower to cover it up, but it's not working.
"What's going on?" the coworker asks.
"Every time you say "swell" my nuts grow!" The guy hisses angrily.
Upon saying this his nuts AND cock grow. Shit. Apparently it's not just "growth" that triggers it but words like "grow" as well.
"that can't be possible. Your nuts can't just grow like that!" his coworker says.
"It can! And it did! Now stop saying that word!" He shouts.
"What word? I haven't said 'swell' since we started." coworker replied.
his balls visibly swell. His pants pop and fray at the seams. His massive nuts spill out and land on the floor with a heavy *whump*
"Not that word! I mean. Yes. Don't say that word, but don't say the other one either!" he whines.
"You only said the one word! All you said is that your nuts grow when I say 'swell'" his coworker replied.
His nuts and cock grow even more. He can't believe this. Is his coworker truly this clueless? His cock and balls are now openly on display! Everyone can see how huge he is! Everyone can see that his nuts sit solidly on the ground. Either massive orb the size of a beanbag chair. His comparitively smaller cock is two feet long and thicker than his neck!
"No! The other word is "grow" or "growth" or maybe even "growing"! I don't know! Any word like that makes my dick grow!" he whines.
He stares in awe as his cock surges in size. Oh no. Oh no.
"Now I know you're pulling my leg," his coworker says. "If you were really worried about words like "grow" and "swell" you would stop saying them. You just said "grow" like five times."
"Oh fuck. It's still growing!" He says in horror as his cock surges in size. His dick is now longer than he is tall. It's wider than his shoulders. His fat hog is sitting atop a pair of nuts the size of a sofa.
At this point another coworker walks by. Eyes the dude's enormous package and turns towards the first coworker, "What's up with him?" coworker 2 asks.
"I think it's a bit or something. He keeps saying everytime someone says "grow" or "swell" his cock and balls grow," Coworker A says.
"Well it's a good thing you're the only one here who says "swell" all the time," B replied.
"That's what I said! Clearly this is a joke at my expense, but I am amazed he's committed to the bit this long," A says.
The dude is just standing there and silently whining as he watches his nuts swell even more. How do they not notice how huge he is!? He wants to just ditch this convo, but he can't! He can't even move at this size.
Coworker B gives the guy a playful sock to the shoulder. "Hey there, sport. Hope you're having a swell time. I'm swell myself. In fact, we're all swell here. Just swell, swell, swell," he said jokingly.
the guy stares in horror as his nuts rapidly inflate. They're so huge he can't even see over them. Either massive orb is the size of a backyard toolshed.
"Oooh. You did it now. You said swell like five times. He's going to grow so much." Coworker A laughs.
"Grow and grow and grow," B says with a similar laugh.
"Grow! Grow! Grow!" the two buds chant.
"Stop it!" The dude whines. His cock is surging in size. His dick is the size of a BW van now and still swelling.
"Grow! And Swell! Swell! And Grow!" The two continued their chant.
The dude can't do anything but stand there and stare. His jaw hanging open as his cock and balls surge to unheard of sizes. His nuts fill most of the room. He coworkers had to have noticed, right? they literally, physically, had to move to avoid getting pinned down by his swelling sack.
At this point their boss walks in. "What's going on here!? Do none of you have work to do!?" He grumbled.
"We'll get back to it in a second." A says.
"Yeah. We're just giving our friend here some light-hearted ribbing," B replied.
"Yeah. He keeps saying that his junk grows if anyone says "grow" or "Swell"," A says.
"Grow or Swell?" the boss asks.
"Yeah. He always was a kidder," B replied.
"You're the only one here who says swell... seems a bit targeted if you ask me..." the boss grumbled.
"That's what I said!" A laughs.
"Well you've had your laughs. The only thing I want to hear growing and swelling is our sales. We've got quotas to meet," the boss said.
"Growing and swelling as always, sir!" B said with a playful salute.
"Oh come on..." The dude whines, but no sooner are the words out of his lips than he realizes the mistake of his words. He had a third trigger word... "come"
"Oh... oh shit..." He whines. His cock shudders and lurches, but it had nowhere to go. His cock and balls filled pretty much the entire room.
"I... I'm cumming!" He shouts as the dam break. Huge, thick spurts of cum erupt from his jetliner sized schlong.
This question has been asked before but do you think you will ever continue Above Average?
I do want to. I keep saying I will. I have my notes for how I want it to go and how I want it to end, but I've been away from it for so long that I need to go back and re-read everything and reacquaint myself with the characters, and that is both incredibly time consuming and very daunting since that was so long ago. It's kinda hard to re-read old stuff.
I am pretty sure I mentioned this here before, but I kind of sidelined that project because I got a bunch of messages all around the same time that were stuff like "this story has gone on too long." "This should have ended after like five chapters." "Stop wasting everyone's time on something no one wants to read" Just a lot of that kind of thing, and it took a lot of the wind out of my sails so I took a step back to try new stuff and just haven't been able to get back into it.
It’s probably a coincidence, but don’t you think it would be fun if the Carter from Alpha Omega and the one from Hard Lite turned out to be the same person?
Like, Carter the pledgemaster had a flair for the dramatic, so it’s easy to imagine him going into show business. And we never did learn the size of Carter’s cock in Alpha Omega, did we? For all we know, he could have been even smaller than Braden was pre-shrinking, and that hazing ritual was Carter’s way of getting back against pledges who seemed like they would tease him.
One other line stood out to me, when Carter the pop star is performing on the daytime show post-exposure. It says he’s “naked as the day he was born with a cock as small as the day he was born,” which sounds a lot like the effects of the frat’s dick shrinking formula. What if at some point developing the new formula Carter accidentally exposed himself to it and, like Braden, went from underhung to a full on micropenis?
I had not considered that possibility. It would make for an interesting twist on those characters.
If that were the case, I'm not so sure that Carter's exposure to the formula would be all that accidental. I can't imagine he'd have too many willing volunteers to help him out with his concoctions. It might even make for a good cover story. One of his frat bros sees him rocking a nubbin and is like "wow. You really made some progress on that shrinking serum, huh?" and Carter is like "Yes. The serum. The serum that I took because I totally didn't come by this size naturally."
