Hey, I love your stories so far :)
I'm visiting France right now, and I'm struggling feeling like I stand out. But maybe an encounter with King Dom can make me feel more at home with the locals?
The moment you got off the plane in Paris, you didn't feel like France was going to be nice to you. Each Frenchman eyed you with a look of disgruntlement, or even gave you an eye-roll and a groan of "Tourists." You wished you knew how to make them like you.
One night at a gay bar, you were nursing a drink when an enormous Irishman slid into the seat next to you. His biceps looked like they could crush your skull with ease, and all of his shirtless body was covered in a fine coat of red hair. He was beautiful.
"Is this seat taken?" He asked you.
"N-no..." You replied. "Never was, uh, never will be."
"Thanks, mate." He said. "What's a handsome man like you doing alone on a late night?"
"Uh... me?" You stammered. "The... the french don't really like me. They see me as nothing but a tourist."
"A tourist, eh?" The Irishman said. "Well, let me fix that and give you a proper greeting to the country. Come on back."
He beckoned you to the bathroom, and soon, you were on your knees in front of his monolithic cock. You worshipped and licked every inch of his gorgeous Irish sausage, while he pinched his nipple and pushed your head further onto his cock.
"Good boy..." he moaned. "You'll be a proper Frenchman when I'm done with you... ach!"
His cock exploded in your mouth, filling your insides with hot, sticky, emerald cum.
"Thank... you..." You moaned as he put his pants back on.
"It was no problem. Now, you better put that gift of yours to good use." He said, then walked out of the bathroom.
You turned to follow him, when a wave of pleasure washed over your entire body. Your muscles contracted and expanded, contracted and expanded, shredding your clothes to pieces with every pulse and twitch as they grew to match even bodybuilders in size. Experimentally, you touched your enormous bicep, and it felt as hard as any rock. Your legs had grown powerful and strong, able to kick down the feeble walls of the bathroom with ease.
Brown hair, a far cry from your normal blond, exploded from your chest, forming a light, but obvious pelt around your enormous, voluptuous pecs. You began to stroke and pet your new pelt as your pecs and abs continued expanding, tweaking your nipples as you went. Your pecs had become a tertiary sex organ, easily capable of delivering pleasure to match your cock and ass.
Speaking of, another wave of pleasure washed over your cock and ass, forcing a moan of pleasure from your thicker lips. One of your meaty paws began stroking your mediocre cock, while the other began fingering your tight hole. Slowly, with every stroke, your cock expanded and thickened, becoming a mighty pillar of masculinity, easily capable of rendering any man unable to walk for days after sex. Your ass then became thicker and bouncier with every thrust your massive, cock-sized finger gave it. It was bigger than the ass of any woman, so hypnotizing and voluptuous that even straight men would be tempted to fuck it.
As your height expanded from 5'5 to an enormous 6'3, your hair began to shorten as your beard grew. Your voice became tinged with a sexy french accent, perfect for you to whisper sweet nothings in the ears of men as you pounded them. Your mind filled with knowledge of the French language and culture, ensuring that no self-respecting Frenchman would turn down advances from such a pinnacle of French masculinity as yourself.
You stroked and fingered yourself harder and harder, until your cock finally burst with a torrent of cum far larger than you had ever came before.
You were forever grateful to your new King for giving you this second chance.