I’m Steven, I am 34 chubby with a small cock of 3inches uncut hard almost nothing soft. I’m average hairy, Lakota and White mix with bluegreen eyes and lighter skin. I really like huge cocks, yes I know that’s common, but I mean like really big cocks , but not too big that you can’t have a life. But big enough that it’s definitely noticed. And I like big cummers too! I also like muscles and big pecs. I’m not sure what else defines me? :0 or if that’s what you were even wanting to know. Um i care about people genuinely wish well to everyone even if they seem to others they may not deserve it. I’m single gay man very creative with the crafts and love to garden.
You were gardening when it arrived: The package of Mr. Hexum's pastry shop.
While you hadn't forgotten you had made an order, it was hard to recall exactly why you had placed one. Certainly you did love a good vanilla cake, but getting one for free from a store you had never heard of? Well, logic would demand some level of suspicion, at the very least.
Yet, reason was not your guiding motivation that evening. You had been gardening most of the day. Tired and hungry, the opportune arrival of your favorite pastry was simply too tempting to let something silly as caution to stop you from eating a slice.
The box was neat and fancy. Of a uniform pink color, with white elegant letters. It was still surprising you had not spent a cent on this. The box alone looked so expensive. As you opened it, a smile appeared on your face. What a wonderful aroma! Intense enough to seduce the senses, subtle enough to not be overwhelming.
A uniform meringue cover made the cake a pristine white. You cut a piece, your mouth salivating from how delicious it looked and smelled.
A single bite changed your fate.
It wasn't obvious at first. You continued enjoying your pastry, satisfied sounds leaving your mouth. But as you continued eating, you realized something was different. For one, you felt lighter and lighter. As if someone had taken some weight away from you. It made no sense! You weren't carrying anything, were you?You simply were sitting at your kitchen eating a slice of vanilla cake.
Then you looked at your hands. They weren't the same hands you were familiar with. No, as they were slimmer. Clean, with perfectly cut nails. Straight fingers. Not chubby, not thick, but also not bony. Perfectly average fingers. The same was true for the palm, and the whole hand. They were perfectly average male hands: comfortingly familiar, with a quiet strength yet suggesting threat whatsoever.
Your arms were also changing. The flab was missing now. Fortunately they weren't turning into rail thin limbs. They were average, with the muscle of a guy who works out regularly yet doesn't spend his life at the gym. Basically just enough exercise to remain fit and healthy. And no more than that. You wouldn't win any prizes at a bodybuilding competition, that's for sure.
As you processed this extraordinary change, you ate another bite. With that, your clothes changed. Instead of your comfortable casual clothes, you were now wearing a cute yet bland set of gardening gear. A plain light pink polo shirt, with khaki shorts. An apron over it to keep your clothes guarded from the dirt. On your head a straw hat to protect you from the sun—although it had already set down, at this hour—, while some gardening gloves were next to your plate, over the kitchen counter. You weren't wearing shoes. Instead, some plain boots were now waiting next to the outside door. Looking down, you saw you were wearing simple white socks.
A part of you knew you should be, at the very least, surprised be this bizarre development of events. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to be upset at all. It would be most unpleasant, and that didn't seem like something you should be doing. So, you continued eating your slice of cake, as if being magically transformed was a thing that happened on the daily.
As another bite came, you felt the change in your torso. All the fat dissolved in the blink of an eye. Feeling yourself, you realized your stomach was flat for the first time in years. Your pecs—you truly had them now—were not the most prominent, but they did feel nice to touch. And were significantly bigger, perkier and firmer than anything you had before.
The changes didn't stop there, however. Your thighs also lost plenty of mass. So did your calves. The fat you had grown so used to carrying had disappeared for the most part. Were you to look at yourself from someone's else perspective, you would look completely average. Not chubby, not muscular. Merely average.
How curious! You thought. It was truly a perplexing thing the fact you weren't even a little alarmed. Simply content on eating your slice of cake, seeing as your body transformed before your eyes.
Next to shift was your ass. It didn't deflate much, instead shaping itself into a pleasant shape. Round, but contained. You didn't really care much, except for the slight joy of knowing buying pants would be easier to do now. But the changes hadn't stopped yet. On your crotch, your cock grew hard in an instant.
Curious, you took off the apron, and freed your cock with eagerness. Noticing, while doing so, that you were wearing white briefs instead of the actual underwear you had put on that morning. Your erection saluted you. As it did, however, you noticed it was moving? No, that wasn't right. It was still in the same place, it was just reaching farther...
Oh boy, it was growing! You smiled, hoping to increase your small size into something enormous. Or maybe just big. However, the enhancement wasn't that helpful or extraordinary. On the contrary, your cock grew a little more than two inches. Until your dick was exactly the measure of the American average. It was a disappointment, all things considered, but being 5.3 inches was way better than remaining at three. Or so most people would say.
At least you were still uncut. That was an upside, right? Being small wasn't something you'd like to keep, but a small dick is interesting. A cock so perfectly average was just pleasant and convenient, but nothing truly remarkable.
You took another bite of your cake. Everything said you were changing thanks to eating it. Perhaps that was the catch from acquiring a pastry of this quality for free from a store you couldn't find anything about. Still, you couldn't stop. The flavor was just so pleasant... Why would you redtrain yourself when it was this delicious?
That's the thing about vanilla. Is nowadays very common. Enough that many use the term as a synonym of bland. Yet, vanilla always goes well with things that are sweet, and pleasant. Vanilla wasn't bland, it was just so safe... And so agreeable...
It didn't hurt at all, yet you knew your face was changing. Without any haste, you made your way to the nearest mirror you could find.
Your skin was slightly tanner. It felt like a natural added color to your skin tone, more than a result of exposing yourself to the sun. The tone was uniform, and the texture appeared so soft. Your face, in particular, was now clean shaven.
Features wise, your face had also changed. It was... Good looking. There wasn't a good adjective you could actually use. Handsome or beautiful felt too intense; cute was inaccurate; sublime a joke; comely may have worked, were you a woman. Overall, your face was pleasant to look at. With kind, yet symmetrical and proportional features. It wasn't boring, per se. However, some may say your countenance was rather flavorless.
Although, not in its entirety. While your appearance was safe and pleasant, you could see some of your Lakota heritage present, influencing your features into something slightly removed from the bland white beauty ideals: Your hair was now a shiny black, on a neat hairstyle. Full and healthy. Your nose and cheekbones broke the harmonious blandness of your beauty on a way that was almost interesting. And, as you had noticed earlier, your skin was slightly more tan than it had been before.
Overall, while mostly passing as the kind of white guy you'd expect to see on a bank advertisement about a life insurance, if you paid just enough attention you could see some remnants of your indigenous origin.
A smile. Perfect teeth. You look so safe and pleasant. Truly, you were the kind of guy nobody could ever be afraid of. One that everyone could be friendly to. Even if you would probably pass unnoticed in the background. The kind of individual everyone liked, but very few would call their favorite.
I could be a gay version of a Stepford husband, you mused, still checking your reflection.
Your cock had softened. It was bigger too in this state now. About the same size your hard on used to be but this morning. How neat! Now you could actually grab it, even while it was soft!
A welcome novelty.
Content, you went back for your cake. Curiosity about your transformation wasn't enough to stop your craving for that sweet delicacy.
Only one bite was left. You wondered what else would change once you ate it. With no reservations, you used the fork to get the last bit inside your mouth.
Everything changed then, once again.
Your body didn't transform. It already had become reached its final new form. But your environment? Completely different. Everything was so neat and perfect. Like a doll house that was somehow the size of a real home. The colors were all so light, pastel and/or neutral. Every room felt as if designed to be comfortable and pleasant. Cozy, warm, safe places to simply exist in.
You weren't alone. A man, who made your heart beat faster with his presence alone, was now standing next to you. He had a similar style: neat blonde hair, clean-shaven face, a pink polo shirt and khaki slacks, as well as loafers. He was smiling at you.
He was of average height. And you realized that was also true for you too, since you saw him eye to eye. Holding your breath, you didn't move as he caressed your cheek. Approaching your face for a tender kiss.
"Has gardening been fun, hun?" the man, Jacob, said, seemingly amused at the accidental rhyme.
"Indeed it has, dear," you said, almost automatically, although the tone was full of fondness.
Your voice was so pleasant. Deep enough to be masculine and comforting. Your articulation was so clear, so easy to understand. You almost felt like an actor from an old movie. Not because you were using a Transatlantic accent, but how vivid and well-spoken you sounded.
Jacob, you now remembered, was your husband. You met him at work. Both of you were accountants now. With nice salaries. Soon after meeting you began dating, and the wedding happened a year after that. It was beautiful.
"Is that vanilla cake?" Jacob asked, looking at the cake on the kitchen counter.
Somehow you knew it wasn't magical anymore. The box had changed to a brand you recognized. And the cake looked completely ordinary.
"It is. You know it's always been my favorite, dear," you replied, embracing him.
"Let's eat some, but we'll have to be quiet. I just put the kids to sleep, hun," Jacob replied, with a wink.
Afterwards you ate another slice each, before storing the remaining cake on the fridge. Content, both of you went to your shared bed.
On the hallway you could see hanged photos of your new family: you, your husband, and a pair of kids you had adopted alongside Jacob. Cute, nice kids. As sweet and agreeable as you and Jacob were. Like dolls turned into people.
Once you reached the master bedroom, sex followed. Fuck was too harsh of a word to describe it. And neither of you could ever be harsh anymore. No, you were both so sweet, so pleasant, so comfortable and safe. You made love so tenderly, with such intimacy you didn't mind there was so little experimentation.
If the way you weren't completely bland and average had to do with your Lakota origin, the thing that made Jacob different resided between his legs. He had a large cock, easily double the size of yours. You were obsessed with it. Still, both of you could take any role in bed, without much issue. The both of you were in shape, with pecs that were perhaps a bit more developed than the rest of your respective physiques would suggest. Pillowy enough, even if they weren't the biggest you've ever seen.
You lay next to him, in each other's arms. Memories of this new life filling your mind. You thought you were already nice? Now you were the nicest guy around. Not an edge in sight. Always pleasant, and polite, and friendly. Helpful and joyful. Living a life most would find domestic and boring, if not dull.
And you loved it.
Loved being an accountant. Loved being married to another one.
Loved to live on a human sized doll house. Were you and your family raised an ideal looking family.
Loved to be the most basic guy you could think of, but so pleasant everyone loved to have you around. Even though you would never, ever, stand out.
A background character in every single way. You were vanilla made man. Pleasant, safe, basic. Everyone liked you, but no one thought you were interesting. No one could ever hate you, because you were simply too pleasant and forgettable for it.
Jacob kissed you, distracting you from your thoughts. Smiling, you gave a peck to the tip of his nose.
As basic as you were now, you were happy. And that was worth more than anything in the world.
The following day, after getting the kids to school, you and Jacob drove to your respective jobs. Jacob now worked on a different company, although one that was nearby enough.
You always ate lunch together.
As it was time for it, you took the elevator down, and shot a selfie to show him you were going.
Your life was good. Your life was bland, but so utterly pleasant.
And you knew, with absolute certainty, that you'd never go back.