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New Labors of Hercules: In the Cave

March 23, 2014, 4:59 pm
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Zeus guided Hercules in his meaty hand toward the two massive glutes. The pulsating hole called to be entered. Hercules became scared at being used as a live dildo and wondered what he would find inside the hole. As he was pushed toward the giant crack, Hercules felt his body shrink. The hole became larger and Hercules found himself balancing on the tip of Zeus' finger as he was pushed in the hole.

Once inside, Hercules tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he was inside Zeus' ass. His cock hardened at the thought, but he remembered he had a task to do. He had to recover the ring that somehow was hidden in the giant ass. Hercules felt his way foward, exciting the giant god. Then, Hercules was surprised by a light ahead.

He walked toward the light. He came to a small fire and wondered how Zeus could stand a fire blazing in his ass, but then he was a god that threw his own lightening bolts. As Hercules stood, he heard heavy breathing behind him. He turned and was stunned with what he saw.
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Taming a bull.

March 23, 2014, 4:59 pm
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Brad was a b level wrestler, who once he realized his future in wrestling was over, turned to entertaining gays at bars with his thick, strong body. He was managed by Nick, a small, slim, but cute man who booked his huge client into gay bars on bear nights to dance for the crowd. Brad soon became the hottest guy on the circuit. He was 6' 7 with a massive, muscled body. He was incredibly strong. For a price, he allowed the patrons to paw his body. Those who paid more might get to play with his butt or cock, over his briefs of course. If someone got too touchy,Brad would pick him up by his neck and give him a bear hug, crushing the little man's face in between his pecs, holding him there until the poor man almost passed out.

Though Brad claimed to be straight, that didn't stop him from hooking up with any man who could meet his price. Usually, they just wanted to be manhandled by the giant man. But sometimes, if he was paid enough, he would fuck the client's ass. Brad rationalized this by saying an asshole was no different than a pussy. The more Brad got involved with the gays, the more he came to love the worship.
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Jockzilla! Part 6

March 23, 2014, 4:59 pm
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Ryan watched as a small police squad formed a barricade of cars by his feet. There were many reporters outside the fences of the basketball court in which Ryan squeezed into. He heard them reporting about a "hostage situation" occurring with the "jock titan's sidekick", presumably referring to Jake. Ryan glanced down at his abs. Technically it was a hostage situation, Ryan thought as we watched Jake rim the whimpering teen.

Jake hungrily eyed Tim's body. Jake felt so powerful, his ripped 12' musculature towering over the 6' tall swimmer's body. He could barely squeeze his tongue into the kid's clenched hole.

"You've never been fucked before, have you?" Jake inquired.

"No... and I don't want it... Please dude."

"I'm sorry bud, but if I don't, Ryan will just eat you or put you in his ass. What were you even thinking, walking by this huge guy?" Jake asked, taking a quick break from slurping Tim's ass to rub his huge finger around the tiny's pucker.
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Bro, I shrunk our dad

March 23, 2014, 4:59 pm
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Ethan and Mark were two identical twins always doing sports and much more activities together. When they reached 18 years old, theirs physics were something between athletic and muscular without much body fat, half long dirty blond hairs, piercing blue eyes and incredible legs with great thighs. Oh and they were both 5 feet 11 inches, 180 Lbs with a good bones shape. Also two very handsome boyish faces almost anyone would fall for.

They were not bad at school, studying well especially in science class. In gym class, well they were something to see as they always got a good fair play, yet very competitive. We can say they were good boys, well beside one little detail according to bad asses, they were mostly gay. So far their dad Phil, always been proud of him until he found out a very weird way.
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Twinks for Two Bears

March 23, 2014, 4:59 pm
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[Coiled Fist seemed to enjoy the first story 'Twinks for a Bear.' Thus, I decided to write another, this one taking the evening even farther. This is a little more graphic than the first one. Let me know what you think in the comments. Enjoy.]

“I cannot believe how easily those five were manipulated into coming home with us,” Bruce said.

Jeremy laughed, “We're not exactly the hardest on the eyes. Plus, when you have twinks fawning over us, they're almost begging to go home with us. Essentially, they were for the taking.”

“You do this often?” Bruce asked, sitting down on the bed and kicking his slides off.

“Every Saturday night,” Jeremy responded, pulling his buttoned collar shirt off to reveal his sculpted chest, “It's a pass time that I love and wanted to share with a special someone in my life.”
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Paul and the hipsters.

March 26, 2014, 6:50 pm
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"Jesus! Isn't there a single Starbucks around here?" Rich asked from the back seat.

"God... For the last time no! We're in the middle of butt fucking Minnesota. Just shut up!" Replied Steve who was driving.

"Both of you shut up. We 're here to save some trees!" shouted Andrew.

"Come on! We're here to help you get a decent grade in your fucking Environmental studies class. Why couldn't you find a cause close to NYC?" asked Rich.

"Because Alanna and Heinrick we're able to get the upstate fracking protest. It was either this or setting up a wind farm in the desert, so deal, ok? Besides, you kept bragging how you were part of Occupy Wall street. This should be a breeze." Andrew sneered.

Steve laughed. "He lasted long enough to take a couple selfies with some anarchists, then he ran back to the dorm."
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Frank and Joe: retraining.

March 26, 2014, 6:50 pm
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Joe stood in the front room waiting for Frank to arrive home. His pet had been visiting family. On the day he was to return, he called Joe. There was obviously a party with a lot of guys, going on. Frank lied and said an aunt was sick. Joe said fine and hung up. He felt it was his own fault. He had given his pet too much freedom. That was a mistake he was going to correct. Joe went to Chris, who gave him more power over his own size as well as Frank's. Joe was ready for his wayward pet to return.

Joe heard the car pull up. He watched Frank get out of the car. Joe knew that Frank would go for his luggage and decided to act quickly. He shrunk Frank quicker than normal. There was nothing but a pile of clothes. Joe stomped out to the porch, inflating his bulk to even more than he was. He crossed his arms and waited. He heard Frank's cries for help, but he didn't move a muscle.
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Going My Way

March 26, 2014, 6:50 pm
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“Why are you doing this?!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.

“Because,” Skylar said, “I don't want a girlfriend.”

“So just dump me!” she fired back, “You don't have to do this!”

“Listen,” Skylar responded, kneeling down over his slides, “My parents set us up. I know they want me to have a girl friend, you're the fifth they have set me up with in a month. The thing is, I don't care for women. I'm more interested in men.”

“Who cares if you are a faggot?!” she said.

Skylar laughed, “My parents. They wanted me to become a doctor and are footing the bill. I'm half way through my schooling and cannot possibly pay for it all by myself. I need their assistance. And, if they find out I am gay, the funding will be cut. Do you understand?”
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Offering

March 26, 2014, 6:50 pm
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During most days of the year, Gadon Island was only inhabited by a few hundred people. It was during the summer that the tourists came in droves, quickly overtaking the island’s only town, Angstrom. The locals put up with them because they spent their money freely…that, and they needed people for the Offering that occurred once every fifty years.

And, unfortunately for the tourists visiting Gadon Island, this was an Offering year.

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Tobias was the mayor of Angstrom and had been for many years. He looked like a stereotypical New Englander, his lean face perpetually pinched by an expression of mistrust. To the tourists, he appeared to be in his early forties but in reality, he was much, much older. In fact, he could recall the time before the American Revolution, although those memories were dim and distant. Immortality was one of the benefits of serving Him, although that meant that Tobias and the other islanders could never leave. They were trapped here, forever.
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Paul and the Hipsters: Paul plays with his new toy friends.

March 26, 2014, 6:50 pm
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Paul Bunyan, the giant lumberjack, stomped up a mountain with his three tiny friends dangling from his cock. The three little men were swinging back and forth, hitting hard thighs and soft balls. Paul walked though a rock formation, his head almost scraping the top at 60 ft. Once through, Paul stopped and looked down at his new friends.

"Finally.... Now I can get to my real height." he roared.

The cock started swelling as Paul grew. He went up and out another 15 ft. The three once cocky college guys just looked up in awe. They couldn't see Paul's face because of his muscle gut and thick pecs. Paul started off again and went up a path that lead to what looked like a log cabin, if the log cabin was meant for a 75ft giant.
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Gulliver's Son - Feasting in Lilliput

March 26, 2014, 6:50 pm
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Journal Entry - Day 1

After reading my father's lengthy journal for several years I find myself intriguingly curious to the whereabouts of these mysterious islands that he ventured to, perhaps it was my new obsession with the differences in height after finding the tiny sheep within our home almost 10 years previous that saved my father from being permanently incarcerated at the hands of a jealous and close-minded panel of judges. Since that time almost a fruitful decade has past and while I have courted many females during this time, none of my sexual desires have ever been fulfilled except when I go down the lower streets of many a city to find the vertically challenged as they are more than willing to have sexual intercourse with me, for coin obviously, and I find their lack of height more arousing than a female of average stature.
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Dear Advice Giant 6

March 27, 2014, 7:09 pm
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Dear Advice Giant,

I have a guilty secret and there’s nobody I dare tell here on campus. About six months ago, the smartest of my jock buddies invented a formula to shrink himself down to just a few inches. I agreed to help by filming him, so he’d have proof once I gave him the antidote and he resumed his full size. He was sure he’d win a Nobel prize.

Well, the shrinking went great. Maybe too great. You see, I immediately got fascinated with my buffed little buddy -- and my power over him. We spent amazing hours with him running all over my (to him) giant body, exploring the wonders of my immense jock form. I’ve always liked being bigger and more muscular than other guys, and the rush was (and is) incredible whenever I feel him playing in the palm of my hand or scampering over my muscular belly.

My unusually large cock and fat balls are a source of great pride as well as regular entertainment for me, and I can’t describe how hot it is to see him dwarfed and terrified by my huge man sack or massive boner. Yeah, for some reason I’m usually hard around him now that he’s shrunk. Maybe it’s a power thing, who knows.
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The Goo 4

March 28, 2014, 8:48 pm
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“How does it feel to be the one and only pet to a GOD?”

“…Pet?”

“I’m just playing little buddy.”

A few weeks have passed since Jake and I first came into contact with whatever substance it was that was in the woods. That god-forsaken goo has really changed things for the two of us. For one thing it finally gave Jake a reason to respect me, and we’ve done some really kinky shit together. Over time we both have gotten better and better at controlling the new structure of our bodies. Most of our time exploring what we can do has been in private, I don’t want to have Jake rampage through a major city without knowing for sure he can’t be taken down. We complete each other it seems. Jake can grow limitlessly large; all he has to do is keep shoving matter into his fuzzy gut. It seems as though any and all substances that come into contact with his stomach (or any other bodily cavities), get sucked into his bulky frame and metabolized instantly, feeding his growth. The problem is although Jake can get infinitely taller and fatter, he truly can’t control WHERE all that excess matter goes, and that’s where I come in.
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Godly Ascension Part 7

March 28, 2014, 8:48 pm
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To say I enjoyed myself in Philly would be the understatement of the century. I was living my own macrophile dream, a god thousands of feet tall and nothing could stop me now. Conventional weapons were totally ineffective against me and nuclear strikes were not possible as I did not stay in one location long enough for them to hit me. Soon I would be so large that even a nuclear strike would be nothing more than a minor irritant.

There was absolutely nothing that could stop me from reaching New York City. Even at a slow walking pace I would arrive in under 10 minutes. The excitement was slowly building again and soon my cock was rock hard once again. By now I was confident New York was in full panic, knowing that I was coming, that there is absolutely nothing they can do to change their fate.
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My Once Kind Master part 1

March 29, 2014, 11:03 pm
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My Once Kind Master part 1

I was in a holding cell, hands cuffed behind me, like I was dangerous or something. My mind cast back to my arrest; replaying the scene. The policeman had walked in past my friend, Kevin, and straight towards me. He stated my identity, and that I had been found guilty of homosexuality, in my absence. Kevin was terrified, he had harboured me for just over two months, he could be imprisoned for that alone; but my fate was worse.
“I'm sorry, Kevin, but I've lied to....”
The Policeman's big boot slammed into the back off my legs, forcing me to my knees. “That is NOT how you address a superior, try again criminal!”
“I'm sorry,... Sir, but I've lied to you for years, I really am gay.” I just hoped Kevin would play along and save himself.
Kevin's face twisted in disgust. “I can't believe this, all these years I called you friend.”
“Sorry citizen, you've been betrayed, it's what they do! Do you want to register for ownership of this...” The Policeman nudged me in the back of my head with his knee. “After it's been processed?”
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Playboy Interview with James Baby Mama King Wilson – Conclusion and Epilogue

March 29, 2014, 11:03 pm
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Playboy Interview with James Baby Mama King Wilson – Conclusion and Epilogue

(Over night, I was thinking about an old Warner Brothers cartoon called Puss N Booty, where the fifth canary named Dicky ended up in the stomach of the pet cat, Rudolph. The cartoon made light of it, even showing the cat burping feathers. You could not look at the cat and its somewhat sexily drawn and animated belly, and not think about the little bird down inside. It made light of the fact the bird would never be seen again, and where it was going. What the cat was doing with it a children’s cartoon does not make. The sexy cartoon pussy with nice tits felt sorry for the cat and ordered canary No. 6, who put up a valiant fight before joining the other birds that ended up in Rudolph’s stomach.

It’s ironic that vore is so often, so casually treated in cartoons and children’s stories, and that due to some incredible discoveries in physics and quantum mechanics, not only is vore real for some people, but vore sex is catching on as one of the hottest and most intense of the subculture deviant sex practices in southern California.
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Ooooooops.....

March 29, 2014, 11:03 pm
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For three hours they sat there—all five of them: Akiro Mitsubishi, D. Phillips Bushnell Bradford aka Dave, Lance Covington Coxe, Lance’s jock roommate Brian and the pudgy misfit Matt, the geek of the group—and studied, at least I thought that’s what they were up to as they hunkered over the single book they had requested from the special collection vault. I was a little nervous to have so many faces breathing and leering over the ancient, very early printed text, but as long as hey keep a foot away from the book and kept it in its cradle, then there was nothing that I could do—that is, as long as they followed the “Safe Handling” rules, I was helpless. I had to watch and hope for the best.

Dave’s phone suddenly rang. The god-awful ringtone—some obnoxious tune by something called “Lil Wayne”—reverberated around the small, otherwise empty reading room was quickly followed by the appearance of Joe, one of the library’s janitors who chatted on his phone as he entered the room and joined the growing crowd, I knew there was something brewing that they didn’t want me to see or know.

Something.
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Honey, I'm Alone Pt.IV

March 30, 2014, 11:28 pm
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Jeff was enjoying every last second of my misery. My muffled screams were blotted out from his gargantuan foot that pressed up against me. As I stood, stuck and immobile to his flip flop, he would occasionally clench his toes around his tiny captive, grinding his sweaty, dirty feet against me. Jeff lived on the third floor of his house which was very unfortunate as he casually took his time to reach the basement, every footstep crushing me with brute force and causing me to scream out for some non-existent assistance.

“Damn, I can’t imagine how it smells between my toes,” he chuckled. “I haven’t showered in a couple days, so it must be quite ripe and amazing to bask in the smell. But don’t worry, we’re finally heading downstairs into the basement… one… *SLAM* step… *SLAM* …at a time.” *SLAM*. “You’re very lucky I didn’t place you under my heel or the ball of my foot. I don’t think you would have survived,” as he turned to his right, turning on the switch to the expansive gym room that lay before him.
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The Petit Gym 2

March 31, 2014, 11:47 pm
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Name: Scott Black
Age: 25
Height: 7'10"
Weight: 800 pounds
Occupation: Businessman

Name: Robbie
Age: 21
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 70 pounds
Occupation: Student

I lifted the boy named Robbie in my gigantic arms. So light, so small, so beautiful. The poor kid that was trying to escape from me moments ago, now laid peacefully and comfortably against my chest, like a baby. The difference in size was astronomical.

Oh, the things I would do to him...
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Honey, I'm Done Pt.I

March 31, 2014, 11:47 pm
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I crawled under the large metal door, telling myself to never turn back and just keep running. That was precisely what I did and for the first time in so long, I could finally breathe in the welcoming fresh air. I felt so relieved to finally be a free man. Though, now wasn’t the time to bask in the ambiance of Mother Nature. I was still standing right outside Jeff’s front door and I wasn’t going to await his glorified exit and end up stomping on me. I ran across the bit of verandah that connected to the underside of the door before looking down and noticing two levels of steps. It looked to be approximately a foot in height, so I risked my chances and soared in the air, free-falling until I landed rather softly on the first level and then finally landing on ground-level.

Set out in front of me was the path of destiny layered out in cobblestones with a grand exit of hedges towering high into the sky on either side. Growing out from the hedges was a variety of flowers, ranging from pink and orange roses to red and yellow tulips; all in full blossom. The clear blue sky stretched out forever, like an expansive ocean as I watched a couple of sea gulls soar by. A few clouds scattered here and there encompassing bits of the blue ceiling. The sun was out, radiating its beams of light upon the land and provided warmth.
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