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“Just need to connect the cord, pair the touch pad, and then sync it to our system and we should be all set to go!”, grinned Charlie. His red hair bounced across his forehead as he emerged from under the kiosk. “Hopefully this should help us rack in a few more tips huh?” His Australian accent was oh so charming to hear. Most guests, men and women, were always taken aback at the deep voice and accent reverberating out of the thin and lanky red-head. His black square framed glasses were definitely out of style but worked for him. Brushing part of his red bang, he kept his hair more on the shaggy side. Charlie liked to sport some light stubble on his face but nothing too thick. Amongst the limited staff, Charlie acted as the bonafide tech support and was definitely a hard worker. “It better bring in more! I need more spending money and these tips have just been low blows right after another. What am I supposed to do with a few dimes? I can’t even buy a candy bar in this economy. Besides, how am I supposed to fund my clubbing hobby?” Tanner groaned. The sun-kissed tan blonde hair man was sitting on the counter top, doing minimal to contribute as always. His polo was cradling his above average chest, a light sprawl of chest hair poking near the top. In contrast, his freshly clean boyish face contrasted from his smug personality. Innocent with a saucy side. “Please as if! You deserve the least of the tips! All you do is lean on counters and tables, trying to flirt with all of our guests! For the last time pick a shirt that is one size bigger no one wants to see your party hats! They’re going to poke someone’s eye out and cause us a lawsuit one of these days.” Hwan scoffed. He and Tanner had a sibling rivalry type relationship while working. Hwan typically kept Tanner in check and pulled him away by his polo collar, back to his work stations. Similar to Tanner, Hwan was athletic and spent time in the gym, but did not sleep there like Tanner. Hwan preferred to keep more of a swimmer’s build, toned and tight in the right places in his uniform. Tanner was more of a lifter and liked to show off his bulging arms and chest. Hwan would always tease Tanner to make sure to do leg day so he wouldn’t look like an upside-down Dorito. “Thank you Charlie for your hard work. I assume these two decided to just sit around and be nothing but “moral support” as per usual?” Marcos chided. He punched Tanner’s arm playfully and rummaged Hwan’s hair as he walked over to the newly installed addition to the kiosk. Marcos was the brand new owner of this small little coffee shop. Considered to be the “oldest” one of the group, if being “35” was considered old, the other men treated him as if he were the Crypt Keeper. Thick brown hair coiffed neatly on his head shined with hair product under the cafe lights, his polo tight on his chest and arms. He had a little bit of a belly in comparison to the other men, but he enjoyed a good meal. Marcos was always hearing Hwan and Tanner comparing new dieting tips consistently, their meal prep list, and the foundations of bulking. He would always tell them it’s not bad to have a little bit of bulk going on. No complaints were ever made to him! Besides who would want to cut out the joys of food! That was one of the reasons why he opened up his little shop. A welcoming environment, an inviting warmth to chat and bond of espresso and little pastries. Okay, maybe a bit more than just “little” pastries. Some came in different large sizes and Marcos always had to test them each morning for “quality assurance”. Some crumbs would always give him away as they would stick in his facial hair. Charlie was the only nice one, letting him know if he had a snack left in his beard for later. Meanwhile Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee would snicker and make mocking expressions. From an outsider's perspective, you would not think to find these four men to have such a close relationship, but you would be incredibly surprised. Initially, these four met while working at another restaurant. Hwan and Charlie were servers, Tanner was a bus boy, and Marcos was one of the supervisors that oversaw the shifts. It was always Marcos’ dream to be his own boss and run his own little business that he could call his own. Somewhere he could have a chosen family of his own. Originally from a small town in Italy, Marcos came to the United States when he was in his early 20s. Working odd jobs here and there, he developed his own skills and abilities into a supervisor. Wanting to bring a little piece of home with him, he finally succeeded in saving enough, receiving loans, and finding a small spot available for his cafe. Being the way the economy currently was though, rent was a pain in the ass to make but he managed to cut out a good deal with the landlord. Being from Italy as well, the two bonded over their childhood stories and what it was like immigrating over to the United States. Taking the opportunity in that moment, Marcos showcased his own roast of espresso he had been working to perfect for years. Pairing it with a pastry he hand-baked himself while sharing the story of the two’s taste palettes, the landlord was taken back on a trip to his favorite spots back at home. Needless to say, that small little “bribe” was enough to seal the deal between the two men. Paired with a nice cut to the rent and the building Marcos’ business was now occupying being a little older, most of his worries were gone for the most part. To keep his business special, he opted to work with local businesses and farms to provide the ingredients and necessities needed to have great quality in his products. For staff, he already knew he wanted to take the three other men with him away from the restaurant they were working in. Management was not great and he knew he could help take care of the young guys better. In celebration of the business surviving three months with no problems, Marcos decided to add another little finishing touch to help support his staff. Although Tanner was a bit of a flirt and air head, he was a good kid. Hwan was diligent in his craftsmanship and was a hard worker, but he would often get distracted with Tanner and fool around. Charlie was for sure an ace to Marcos. Not only tech support, but tried to withhold standards and great business practices. Plus, he was the de facto wrangler, always making sure Tanner and Hwan were doing what they needed to do. All in all, they all worked well and great under pressure and catered to all of their guests! Quite frankly, most of their clientele was male. Rumors of four hot guys in tight polo’s at a small little coffee shop spread like wildfire in certain communities. Finishing booting up the application on the kiosk, the celebration gift to them all was finally up and running. Most applications were somewhat pricey to install and reading the reviews, did not give the best output. After extensive research, Marcos came across a brand new app that received great reviews, albeit there were minimal statements on it. Listed on a reddit page and a few links later, “Our Pleasure” was now installed onto the kiosk for tips and gratuity, for great hospitality. Booting it up, the four men stood around to receive coaching on how it worked. Charlie tapped the application and the words “Our Pleasure” in a white font surrounded by pastel pink lit up the screen. ~Welcome and thank you for installing “Our Pleasure”, a new way to receive tips and gratuity that can increase your growing revenue and joy! This application is still working out a few kinks, but if any glitches or trouble arises, please use the contact number supplied under Settings. Charlie tapped the screen and the message faded. More text faded in like a power point transition. ~Tutorial: Please supply the names of the Staff you would like to enter to receive tips and gratuity, then follow up by selecting one of the icons to represent them! It seemed simple enough. Charlie went first as he was already operating the application. Adding his name and then scrolling through the options were a bunch of cute little cartoon animals. They had little designs on them and you could customize them a little bit. Settling on a Horse, Charlie made the mane more reddish in color to match his own hair while adding a cute little pastry hat onto its head. Tanner took the reins next, inputting his name with a slight little spelling mistake that got Hwan to insult him before he fixed it. His larger fingers pounded on the digital keypad and began to scroll through the different options. “There’s too many to pick from! How am I supposed to decide?” Tanner groaned. Hwan interrupted, “Just pick the peacock, you’re always pruning yourself like one and trying to show off. Hurry up and be done with it.” Tanner conceded and scrolled backward to the peacock, adding a little apron onto it. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Hwan grinned at Tanner, resulting in Tanner rolling his eyes. Putting in his name, Hwan already knew what animal he wanted to select as he saw it earlier when the other two men were scrolling through. An otter! Perfect fit! Hwan enjoys cuddling and is a swimmer, it was a perfect match. Hwan put some little rosy cheeks onto the otter and a little coffee cup on top of its head. “Your turn boss, you’re the last one!” Charlie looked over to Marcos who was enjoying seeing the men get excited over his newest idea. “I’m your boss, I don’t need tips. It’s all for you guys. That’s why I wanted to get something like this installed.” “Don’t be a party pooper boss, you help out equally enough. Besides, there is probably a setting to get rid of or limit the tips you receive. Just add yourself on for some recognition and reviews at least.” Charlie smiled, doing his best to convince Marcos to join in with the others. Tanner and Hwan grunted and nodded their head yes in agreement, following Charlie’s lead. “Fine, if I don’t I know what you three are capable of. You’ll annoy me to no end or make me a little profile without my consent anyways. Might as well have a crack at it. Alright let’s see…” Marcos tapped to make his own profile. Setting himself up, he looked in the setting’s tab and did not see an option to limit any tips or gratuity. There was no harm in just splitting whatever he made into thirds and adding it onto the next paycheck for each guy. That way Marcos would still participate while also giving back to the boys. Scrolling through the options, Marcos was coming to realize that Tanner was right. Lots of choices to choose from and they all did look super cute. “Alright boys, what do you think I should go with? You better help me out since you’re making me do this.” Marcos looked over to the three men. “You give off Papa Bear energy ya know, so maybe the bear? You always watch over us and call us ‘your boys.’” Tanner shrugged. “You do also enjoy your alone time working in the office and staying after hours. Always never wanting to accept our help either, so the wolf could also work for you too.” Hwan spoke up after pondering the choices. “You two think too one dimensional.”, Charlie sighed, “If we think about the boss as a whole, he is always someone that we can look up to in our time of need. It might be cute to pair that with the giraffe.” Considering all three options, Marcos liked all three equally. It was flattering to hear the reasoning behind each selection the different boys thought of. It was kind of cute that they all thought about him in different ways, even if Hwan’s reasoning had a bit of a sassy undertone in it. That was just the usual though. “You all make good cases, however one of you put in a little extra oomf into their reasoning, and for that I will go with...drum roll please…” Marcos began to pat the kiosk like a drum. Hwan and Tanner matched what he was putting down and began to bang extra loud to keep up and outdo the boss. “Giraffe! Congratulations Charlie. Also Charlie was the ONLY person to HELP with installing this app as a bonus. Points for creativity as well.” Charlie grinned smugly, looking over at the two jock’s. Tanner huffed while Hwan stuck out his tongue. “As for decoration, I don’t really care. I’ll let you three decide. Nothing inappropriate though Tanner and Hwan. I’m leaving Charlie in charge of you both while I finish doing the receiving out back that you two were supposed to be helping with.” Marcos waved, while sassing Hwan and Tanner. “But like, why are you trying to make us work? Specifically me, I am too pretty to work.”, Tanner leaned back onto the counter, staring up at the light as if he were ready to receive a bucket of water over him. “This is exactly why I said you are a peacock. Now go help the boss out. You left me yesterday to do it alone too and you gotta pull some weight around here. Not only at the gym.” Hwan quipped. “I’ll leave the app to you Charlie. If there’s any bugs or odd things about it let me know. Otherwise, it’s almost showtime!” ===================================================================== Just like that, the store was ready to go! Trying to keep some of the culture from his home, the coffee shop was only open for a few hours a day. Nothing like your average 12-16 hour joint that kept the poor employees as chained prisoners. Having the limited staffing also helped with the limited hours. To compensate, the money that Marcos was saving from rent did help balance out the wages each of the boys were receiving. Each man was making more than the minimum wage and also at a competitive rate from other joints around. Many argued it was not a great business practice to Marcos and that he may find himself going under, but this was something he held to a higher degree. Each of the boys also were aware of their hourly rates and often went out of their way to help Marcos out whether on the clock, off the clock, on a day off, or checking up on him when he was off. Marcos loved his boys. Typically, each guy was not needed at 5 AM to begin their shift, but because of the app installation and walkthrough, all four men were in the house before opening the doors at 8 AM. Charlie continued to fiddle with the app and the settings to see if functions properly worked or if there were special questions needing answering before continuing with tips and gratuity. Grabbing one of the testing gift cards Marcos had set aside to practice transactions, Charlie got to work. With Tanner helping Marcos with receiving and Hwan away to set up the bar, Charlie was left to his own devices in front of house. “Let’s see here, let’s start with Tanner.” Charlie clicked the peacock symbol and it lit up, a purplish-green hue surrounded it. Moving up to the top of the screen, the peacock flew upward, revealing gratuity options. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Charlie tapped the 15%. Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward? A Fund - B Fund - C Fund - H Fund - L Fund - M Fund - P Fund - S Fund - T Fund Raising an eyebrow, Charlie had no idea what this even meant. At every other establishment, you would just click the percentage, tap or insert a card, and then go. This was probably one of the kinks the application mentioned early on. Clicking the cogwheel in the upper right hand corner, Charlie was trying to see what these “Funds” could mean. Taking a few minutes to gander, he ended up with limited information. It was an option to toggle some of them on and off, but for testing measures, Charlie decided to leave them all on for now. Shrugging he waved his finger across each one before randomly landing on one. “C-Fund it is then.” Tapping the card, the gratuity went through the peacock fluttering down with a little animated “Thank You” beside it. Onto the next! Selecting the otter, a light brown hue surrounded it. Upon tapping the furry little critter, it swam in a circle before rising up to the top of the screen. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Charlie tapped the 10% this time. Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward? A Fund - B Fund - C Fund - H Fund - L Fund - M Fund - P Fund - S Fund - T Fund Playing the previous little game of eeny meanie miny moe in his head, Charlie’s finger landed onto a different fund this time, the “T-Fund ''. Once again, Charlie tapped the card and it went through no problems at all. Rubbing its blushing cheeks, “Thank you” was animated by the otter. Okie-dokie now for the bosses turn. Seeing the decked out giraffe with sunglasses, an apron, and a top hat got a kick out of Charlie. A yellow-ish hue surrounded the animal before it’s neck stretched upward and its body followed suit to the top of the screen. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Curious, Charlie tapped Custom. A new keypad opened up where he could select the percentage of what could be added that differed from the base settings. He thought his boss deserved something special, so he picked 20% to sweeten the pot. Which of the following funds would you like it to be provided toward? A Fund - B Fund - C Fund - H Fund - L Fund - M Fund - P Fund - S Fund - T Fund Not wanting to use the same two received by Hwan & Tanner, Charlie pondered and decided to randomly select the A Fund. Starting off the alphabet and starting off the business, it was a great coincidence. Pushing onto the A-Fund the 20% gratuity made its way to the little giraffe. Last but not least, it was finally Charlie’s turn. Picking his decked out, luscious red-maned horse, it had a beige hue. Galloping up to the top of the screen, the all too familiar prompt displayed itself. ~ How much would you like to tip today? 0% 10% 15% Custom Although tasked to test out the tipping system, Charlie felt kind of bad to give himself too much. Especially since he was dividing up the small funds on the gift card between the four men anyhow. Morally, he selected the 10% option. He felt better about that. Now for the funding selection. He already tried three of the options so far, repeating any of the ones selected prior would defeat the purpose of finding any kinks in the system. Charlie settled on the P-Fund. Upon completion of the transaction, Charlie felt a slight vibration tingling from somewhere on his body. A little bit of tingling almost like a slight little zap or maybe even static enveloped him, but he couldn’t quite figure out where.. Continuing to last for a few seconds, Charlie realized it was coming from his groin. He could feel himself getting a little chub, the front of his pants growing a tad bit stiffer and tighter. Nothing too obscene, but just enough to make a difference to himself. Just as the feeling had appeared, it had vanished. Adjusting himself, Charlie sighed, getting horned up at work again? He had jacked off the night before and didn’t expect to be getting horny again. It was barely 8 AM the last time he had checked the time! Setting aside the gift card, an exclamation point appeared on the cogwheel. It continued to bounce up and down, doing its best to alert the user in front of it. Cocking his eye toward the bouncing little symbol, Charlie decided to finally pay it attention, tapping it to quell its insistent hopping. Scrolling down the previous options he had investigated, he noticed nothing too out of the ordinary other than a new section that had seemed to unlock. Odd, he could have sworn the tab wasn’t there earlier. It was labeled “Analytics”. Each of the cartoonish animal emoticons were filed under this new section. Tapping over each one, it showed the current percentages of gratuity received in the latest hours. Glancing it over, the peacock had 15%, the otter had 10%, the giraffe had 20%, and lastly the horse had 10%. Nodding, the math seemed to check out to Charlie. The analytics were graphed by each hour. Adjusting the parameters, Charlie switched the times to when the kiosk was operational, which only lasted until 3:00 PM. As mentioned previously, with a small shop and staff, the hours were not too long. Opening up a side tab on the same page, Charlie noticed that some numbers that were not percentages seemed to be a tad bit different for each guy. Not only that, Charlie realized some of his own personal information was listed on his “profile”. At least, from what he could make of it. ~Analytic Function: Perspective Age: 24 H: 6/0 M: Light P: 7.64 Interesting, looks like his age has already been input into his profile. Had he put it in when he was creating his profile? Maybe he had…it was a little hard to remember. Being a bit scatterbrained at times Charlie just accepted he put the information as a force of habit. “H”, “M”, and “P” though… that was different. Very vague as well. Perhaps he could get an idea after checking out the other “profiles”. Age: 23 H: 5/11 M: Tone P: 6.0 Age: 26 H: 6/1 M: Above Average P: 7.5 Age: 35 H: 5/9 M: Stocky P: 6.5 Must just be a lot of business jargon or other mumbo jumbo that was automatically listed under everyone’s profiles in accordance with the analytics with their tips. Age being the odd one out Charlie thought, but not unusual he supposed. Swiping out of the section, he moved back to the toggling aspects available for each of the men. Counting a total of nine funds was way too many, and considering the fact he had no idea what each one could even stand for, eliminating them would cause less confusion for guest’s. Tipping should be easy, and not everyone is tech savvy. Pushing his glasses off his nose and rubbing his eyes, Charlie was hoping this would be the last thing he would be doing on the app for today. His eyes were beginning to strain and he still had the rest of the work day to get through. Taking in a deep breath, holding it in, and exhaling (looks like those modules the boss had him sit through were actually used for something), Charlie got back to work. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? H Fund - M Fund - P Fund Charlie selected yes. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? B Fund - P Fund - T Fund Charlie selected yes. Hopefully whatever these funds that Charlie kept unlocked on Hwan’s profile would be okay with him. Granted, Charlie thought Hwan wouldn’t really mind. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? A Fund - C Fund - L Fund Tapping the selected yes button once again, Charlie was glad he was almost done. As long as Tanner was receiving tips in one form or another, Charlie thought he probably wouldn’t care what funds he left open. ~Funds have been removed, would you like to keep the current selection? A Fund - C Fund - S Fund Pondering for a moment, Charlie thought about adding one extra fund for his boss. He was in charge after all, then again he said he was not really accepting tips anyways. Perhaps he could add on an extra fund later down the line for everyone. Testing the waters for a few days wouldn’t be so bad. Saving all the changes, the app configurations seemed to all be settled. For now at least. A little pinwheel took center stage on the screen, with animated text reading “rebooting”. A little zap and pop sounded off from the kiosk, like static. The screen’s pastel and text welcomed the next user. Looks like a job well done to Charlie. Leaving the kiosk and heading over to the whiteboard to oversee what tasks were distributed to the guys today, Charlie adjusted his pants one final time, fixed his glasses, and set out. Over at the kiosk, with no eyes to gaze upon the screen, the four cartoon animals glowed with their respective hues.

(Took a little bit from an older CYOC story, can’t remember which, and added from there) He slams the door shut behind you and sits you on his lap as he sits his muscular ass on the closed toiled lid in the guys bathroom. He then reached out with his right hand and began groping one of your ass cheeks, as you began feeling along his muscular black arm. You squeezed, but couldn't hurt his steel-hard bicep, then he flexed it for you. The large ball of muscle jumped out and you gasped, "Wow. You're so strong." "Fuck yea I am bitch," replied Carlton in a dominant tone. He pulled away from your ass to reach up and fully flex both his incredible massive arms. He had decided to take you to the bathroom stall to fuck you in private, cause he’s straight, or so you thought. Because with how eager he was getting into the bathroom alone with you, you were beginning to have second thoughts. He then flexes both of his incredibly massive bit ps again, only this time a little harder. You look up at his imposing black form as he sits on the toilet lid in the bathroom stall and you on his lap. His arms looked even bigger. "Go ahead and feel em fag'." He smirked and looked at his own impressive limbs. 'They do look bigger,' he thought. While you continued to worship Carlton’s bulging right arm, you began making out with the god stud and teasing his large black nipple at the same time. You were trying to straddle his wide left thigh and pressed your chest against his, but for some reason you were having difficulty getting positioned, almost as if as soon as you found a comfortable position, it instantly went away. Suddenly, Carlton felt very uncomfortable in his xl boxers. He pulled his tongue out of your mouth long enough to say, "Fuck nigga it felt like my pants just got tighter." You then placed your hands on his thick right pectoral and then moved them down his cut-up eight pack to his sick atlas lines. You begin to anxiously undo his pants and pull them down, and was not surprised to see that the muscle jock was wearing his Calvin’s. Carlton’s thick black god cock sprang up to a full 13 inches and throbbed with as many veins as his vascular arms. And below that, big black lemon sized balls pumped testosterone and hormones into is godly form. The wide root was hidden by a large amount of black hair that was framed by his incredibly muscular thighs. You gasped at this porn-star sized dick. "Oh my god. You're big," you said, sounding incredibly aroused. "Fuck yea I am, I’m a huge fucking black god!" said Carlton who was too entranced with his own muscles to notice he was a good inch longer than usual and that his voice was slightly deeper. You then began swallowing his huge veiny black cock down your throat, “Fuck, that feels sooo good." The feeling of his fat black head deep down your throat made him shudder. He puts his hand on the back of your head and forces your head down it further. You start sucking, and are surprised, but not really, to feel him shove his cock deep down your throat so far as to where your nose is smashed up against his body. But then you feel him do it what seems like a second time, only much further, even though he never pulled out between thrusts. You then feel like his cock is quickly being filled up like a balloon as it fills up your mouth and throat to an unreal level. As his cock throbs bigger in your mouth, you feel Carlton’s already massive nuts begin to surge bigger underneath your chin. You reach up with both hands to feel that they have grown to each being goose-egg sized stuffed in his underwear. Once your hands, through the fabric of his underwear, make contact with each of his giant nuts though, Carlton stretches out and bulges your throat and mouth so full with his, now 20in and increasing, god cock that it begins to stretch past humanly possible. And you begin to worry he could tell that. “Oh fuck me that felt good, but don’t do that again, my huge balls are sensitive and I don’t want to outgrow this stall just yet.” You looked up at him in extreme arousal after hearing what just left his mouth. “Yea thats fuckin right fag!” He said looking down on you “choking” on his huge black dick puffing out of your mouth with size and power bulging all the way down to your throat oozing pre into your stomach. “I found out you are magic and can grow people with your arousal a while ago. But then I also found out that you are attracted to dominance, and well... you know me” he said as he made his big muscular pecs bounce. “And then I caught you sneaking looks at me in the dining hall and I knew, I fuckin knew I was going to become a fucking massive muscle god!” He looks down at you and flexes all of his bulging black muscles. Your cock then begins to weep pre from how hot he’s making you as you feel his junk bulges even more inhumanly large in your throat and beneath your chin. You see his muscular form then begin to take up so much space that his massive muscles arms are now touching either side of the green bathroom stall. Seeing this too then made you repeat the process as you see his abs tighten and bulge to the size of your fists as you heard a a much deeper version of Carlton’s voice escape from his quivering lips above you “Holy Fuck it feels so fuckin good, everything feels so incredible and incredibly fucking powerful...” The black god is left awestruck with his growing body and begins to feel himself up. Meanwhile you continued without success to get the god to cum but Carlton only said, “Its gonna fucking take a lot more than that to make this BEAST cum!!” So you then hoist his now massive throbbing hard cock out of your mouth and began to guide it into your ass. The waves of pleasure were so intense you couldn't even concentrate completing on your self-appointed task of fully stuffing his tremendous manhood all the way in. "OH FUCK. I feel so big. So buff. I'm a huge fucking stud. Yeah." The young god grunted, enjoying his new size. Beneath you, His big black balls slowly bulging and inflating to the size of grapefruits. Carlton had left his balls in his Calvin’s cause, one they were the most sensitive part of his body even when they were at their original size, and two he liked to see how even with his god cock out of the underwear, he can still see his two giant black nuts stretching out his underwear when he fucked someone sitting down. And now he was certainly going to see that, cause tears on Carlton’s underwear begin to form as his bulging growing black god balls fill his xl Calvin Klein white underwear to the tearing point. His immense thighs became so defined that the teardrop shape grooves were impossibly deep Carlton had started out as an, albeit above average, college alpha god stud black muscle jock, but was now a 8’10" overly muscled heavyweight bodybuilder with a twenty five inch cock. The beastly muscle nineteen year old moaned louder as he felt your tight hole growing smaller and smaller around his ever expanding black monster. "Oooh. So Fucking TIGHT BITCH. I'm too fucking GODLY AND HUGE. Yeah. Huge Muscle jock." You looked down and watched as his shelf-like pecs ballooned out, the cleft between them ran deep. His massive shoulders stretched to three feet wide, close to the size of bowling balls now. You felt his expanding abs pressing hard against your naked butt. His huge thighs continued to push your legs even wider and his head began slowly growing further away. His now incredibly muscular black body was completely filling out his stretchy workout shirt and shorts with massive muscle and black manhood. So much so to a point you could hear and see tearing coming from the fabric. His size fifteen 1/2 shoes explode off his humongus black feet. You sat on his immense thighs, having now takin Carlton’s 30’ massive cock. The feeling of his growing black veiny god cock was intensified as Carlton made a really orgasmic face and a massive involuntary thrust came from the black gods groin as his now obscenely massive nuts that were falling out of the sides of his underwear swelled massively and destroyed their previous confines flooding the god with testosterone as his body then throbs even bigger and more muscular completely destroying what was left of his clothes and leaving his growing muscular ass to begin engulfing the toilet seat. Carlton then gets harrier in certain places especially his armpits and around the base of his monolithic tower of a cock. His rich hot musk begins to fill the room, but apparently, this kind of power was not intense enough for the ever gaining power muscle jock. Carlton began lurching and thrusting his enormous, muscular haunches, as waves and waves of infinite power begin to flow into him, lifting you higher into the air. Wracked with pleasure he reaches up with his enormous black arms and grabs hold of you. You look down and yell to get his attention. His arms are now gigantic. Carltons thick bulging black forearms are bigger than your waist and his bicep peaks are easily 38 inches. The yell wakes Carlton from his pleasure dream and he lets go of you just as the god throbs bigger and the toilet collapses under the muscle giants steel-hard ass. Carlton looks down at his 10’3", 750 pound body and grins. "Shit, I am fucking huge. I'm a FUCKING MUSCLE GOD BLACK BEAST! I’M SO FUCKING STRONG I COULD DESTROY THIS BUILDING!," he yells. He then notices you, still thrust upon his now 40 inch god black cock, now looking extremely horny. He laughs at you and begins flexing and feeling his huge muscles “FUCK YEA, Make your big powerful god fucking bigger and MORE POWERFUL!” Carlton’s muscles are so massive that he takes up most of the restroom with his big black imposing god form. The giant young black god then stands to his full height, his head bumping into the ceiling, with you still impaled on his twitching thick black monster actually suspended in the air. Carlton begins to flex his huge body. “Maybe if I flex harder and show more dominance it will turn you on more.” He says hitting a double bicep pose, he laughs at the enormous muscle peaks which are bigger than your head throb and swell magnificently. "OH FUCK! GUESS FUCKING SO!” he booms. "I'm so FUCKING HUGE. I'm the biggest fuckin nigga on the fuckin planet. I fucking love being such a HUGE FUCKING MUSCLE GOD." Carlton begins to laugh and revel in his power as you quickly jump off his dick as much as you don’t want to, but you don’t know how big he’s about to get. He hits a few more double bicep poses flexing his guns and admiring how huge and godly his body now was. And while doing so he begins to stagger to the ground as if trying to hold a bolder above him as power pours into his being. All the while with each stagger, different parts of his godlike being throb and pulse outwardly larger and bigger, and especially more girthy. His ampit hair grows denser and hotter as his biceps bulged stronger and bigger, followed by all of his other giant black muscles. Carlton’s dick throbs bigger comparatively to his muscled black body, and underneath, Carlton’s massive nuts are gaining even more size to keep up with his huge black dick. Being the cocky black god that he is, Carlton wants to feel the power that each of his balls contains. So with his massive hand he tries to cup one of his balls, manages to get his hand around enough to hold it, but barely able to keep from having it fall out of his hand from the sheer mass of it. Carlton then gives it a squeeze, and not a moment later than when he did that did his massive godly body surge with incredible size and strength completely filling the entire boys bathroom. “Fuck yea I’m a fucking god nigga” Carlton said in his deep voice under his breath. “I’m gonna be a FUCKING GOD!”. He squeezed it again, then again, and then again, completely destroying the bathroom and building with his growing form all the while his bulging cock head just oozed his cum onto the ground beneath him covering some trees, then some buildings, then all of his College campus, each throb of growth induced by Carlton made him shoot his thick god load in larger and larger quantities. Carlton then squeezes hard on both of his giant powerhouse balls and in one giant surge in both size and cum, he begins to dwarf the biggest skyscrapers. The black muscle god works himself into a flexing frenzy, actually getting turned on by his new size as his body continues to expand, gaining infinitely more power to make Carlton into the muscle god he was soon to be. The biggest bodybuilders would look like dust compared to his godly form. his gigantic pecs engorged with power and bounced with every flex. Your entire apartment was the size of any of his amazing 10-pack. "OH FUCK. IM SO FUCKING BIG, AND IM ONLY GETTING FUCKING BIGGER, SO FUCKING MASSIVE. YEAH. SOON ILL BE A FUCKING GOD, OH FUCK!” Muscles bulge all over his body, “GONNA FUCKIN REALLY FUCKIN CUM!!!" His giant muscled frame exploded with veins and pumped up to unbelievable proportions as his entire body flexed at once. His incredible already inhumanly deep voice jumps down an octave as his deep godlike moans begin to rumble everything around him. His orgasm was so powerful it actually covered all of the city. As the black giant muscle god surged bigger and more powerfully into the sky, you decided that you wanted to see Carlton become the Ultimate God. You then wished that Carlton would gain so much power and godly muscle, that he would become an actual god. Carlton’s deep moan then stopped. He looked down at you in confusion and almost anger because his godly body had stopped growing. Carlton’s entire black god body then lurched and began to rise up off of the ground. His big bulging black muscle body and huge black god cock and balls began to obscenely inflate. His powerful bulging muscles then seemed to shrink for a moment, but then get ten times bigger; You notice that this is happening because they are only beginning to get infinitely denser and stronger as his huge black cock head began to ooze thick ropy cum. “YEESSSSS!!!” Carlton bellowed in his newly godly deep voice. “MAKE ME YOUR GOD!!!!” Cartons huge bulging form began to gain more and more power as the sky around him began to twist and warp due to the sheer density that Carlton’s godly body now possessed. With a huge typhoon of god cum that explodes out from his increasingly growing black dick head protruding from his exponentially growing black muscle god body, Carlton’s deeply godly voice booms, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR NIGGA!?!?!MAKE ME YOUR FUCKING BLACK GOD!!!MAKE ME THE FUCKING GOD OF EVERYTHING!!!” You then concentrate all the energy and power around Carlton and begin to force it into his growing godly form. The black god looks down at you with an extremely dominant and almost evil grin. The black god then grabs his titanic bulging cock with both of his hands and starts to stroke it as power from all around him rushes into his being. With each orgasmicly struggled stroke the massive black god made, deep from within his giant cock comes a shudder that runs through Carlton and with that, the black gods muscle body and cock and balls bulged titanically, his muscle becoming infinitely powerful as his black godly deep voice drops even lower and gets louder and louder as all you can hear is something of a deep bellow like orgasmic moan come from the god Carlton’s muscle throat “SHIT NIGGA!!! FUCKIN SHIT NIGGA!!! SO MUCH FUCKIN POWER!!!”He then reaches back down to his balls as another powerful wave of growth hits him. “MORE NIGGA!!! MORE FUCKING POWER!!!”Carlton’s muscled twitched and bulged. He starts rubbing and needing and squeezing his big black balls with an almost brain dead look on his face as his hot lips hang wide open and drool and his eyes roll into the back of his head from the amount of orgasmic pleasure running through his bulging throbbing body. His cock starts spewing an endless stream of cum like a fire hose turned on full blast as he expands in all directions exponentially with muscle, size, power, and masculinity as his huge black body becomes buffer and stronger and bigger and more powerful then the fucking earth. Carlton then begins to shove his god cock into the earth as he feels another extremely powerful surge of growth come from deep within him. “OOHH FUCK ME!!!”Carlton’s entire being then surged bigger as his cock began to tear the world apart. His body siphoned in the earths energy through his cock as he held onto it. His big bulging muscular ass began to encroach the moon and completely encapsulate it. The giant black muscle god felt this and his asshole twitched as he crushed the moon between his ass cheeks and absorbed it’s energy. The black god moaned as the energy’s power flowed into him and his cock began to twitch and expand inside of the earth. This was followed by a large throb that cause his dickhead alone to grow bigger then the earth as he was filled with exponential godly power. Carlton then began to expand in all directions as his muscular black body packed on more and more size. BIGGER!!! FUCK YEA FUCKING BIGGER AND MORE GODLY!!!! YESSSSS!!!!! I AM THE FUCKING BIGGEST THING IN EXISTENCE!!! AND IT’S ONLY FUCKING GETTING STARTED!!!” Carlton’s thundered in his omnipresent voice as he got so massive and powerful that his black god piss slit was infinitely bigger then the observable universe, and then he exponentially grew bigger in constant spurts with each spurt infinitely growing him bigger and more powerful then the last.

This one is pretty rough and I didn't clean it up much. Its also one of my shorter ones I felt more fitting for the site. Please let me know what you think and if you want more like it. I have a few more on the way, but most of those are longer and will need to be split into chapters. Enjoy your fappy time reading. If You Give An Elf A Cookie Nothing was more exciting than an adventure in the city. At least, that’s how Metka felt. Sabbaticals here had become increasingly rare as the years passed. The lucrative aspect of farm life had waned further and further; tightening the belt of what little could be squired away. Only through fragile dedication had this vacation become ‘affordable’. Meager meals, helpful family, restrained urges, and the abandonment of most other indulgences; all were needed to come back. Even with the miserly guarding of his wallet, it had been four years. In that same spirit of humble enjoyment, no souvenirs or other needless spending was planned. Metka wanted to return home with all the funds he could manage, hoping to return sooner than next time. Despite a normally strict adherence, the elf was guiltily nibbling at his lone transgression. He’d been irresistibly drawn to it at first scent. Though bothered by a lingering self-directed spite for the treat, each morsel was savored to the fullest extent. In one hand Metka held the aforementioned and mostly eaten cookie. The other secured a shoulder-mounted satchel. The ambling tourist’s walk used was slow and distracted He kept finding new diversions in the spectacles along his path. Skyscrapers, public sculptures, and ornate shop displays were all enthralling. The elf’s goal was the same this year as all the ones before. He wanted to see what was new at the museum of art. Many precious sights and amazing masterpieces graced its walls. The curators had always managed to keep several exchange programs running throughout the year, bringing new displays with every visit. Even with the array of beautiful sights from shops; somehow surpassed by the draw of that nearing collection, Metka’s mind kept wondering back to that bakery. Possibly it was from guilt. It might have been caused by the vibrant taste from each small minuet; but the tourist thought it more likely just the experience. The key motivation for feeling that way was how uneasy the shopkeeper had made him. The confectionery salesman showed an uncharacteristic display of glib guile. The man’s encouragement to try the goods rang like silver bells, with a tincture of mended cracks. The elf had tried to listen closely for the sake of instinctual suspicion. That effort failed due to the unquestioning cry of his stomach and an olfactory variation on the siren’s call. Little of the baker’s actual words still lingered in memory, only adding to the eeriness of the event. Popping the last minuscule bite into his mouth, Metka forced himself to relent. No matter how strange or out of place the man had been, he sure as hell knew how to bake. Even after just finishing a sizable snack, the elf already yearned for another. Having walked several blocks away and still trying to balance his budget, seeking more would only be foolhardy. The vacationing tourist tried to distract himself from the remainder of taste by thinking about the museum. He’d been sure to check on the recently acquired displays before starting the trip. That led to much anticipation for most of them. An ancient sword collection and sets of tribal pottery were top on his list, though several other sections also held allure. Metka even began to ignore his surroundings, well trying to visualize a few of the photos he’d seen. The elf was awakened from his fugue state of recall by several gasps around him. Eyes rose from the ground they’d been ignoring; only to meet those of several dismayed stares. All were locked on him and the reason why dawned slowly. His first clue was the realization of how tightly confining his clothes felt; but that was instantly chalked up to the awkwardness of a social spotlight. His second hint was the angle of upraised heads. Full understanding came only as Metka faced his reflection; undeniable in the adjacent black glass wall of a building. The elf had managed to double in height. His shirt now looked meant for a toddler. Formerly roomy pants appeared to be outgrown shants. Even the strap holding his satchel snugly encircled his shoulder. His feet appeared bare, but only because toe-strap sandals were now completely concealed beneath them. The tourist wanted to think that was someone else’s reflection. He wanted to deny the evidence, yet only managed to gape in surprise like everyone else. Most of the on looking crowd started to back away. No one knew what to make of such an event, let alone the man it was happening to. The movement of time returned to Metka with the flash of a camera. He spun in an effort to look everywhere at once, trying to regain coherence to thought. All it accomplished was an equally hurried retreat of the crowed. Most merely took a few steps back, but several ran. The elf opened his mouth to try and explain. A jutting jaw only hung there for a couple seconds, as he realized the lack of any way to do so. Eventually a pitiable excuse was offered instead. “I didn’t…uh…excuse me!” With that, Metka began pacing briskly down the sidewalk again. A path hurriedly cleared for him. A few people went so far as to shove others out of the way, to avoid being caught in it. The only response given by anyone was another electric flash. Soon several people were doing likewise; though most had waited tell he couldn’t identify who. The irregularly strobing light began to fray the straitjacket binding a looming panic. Only upon seeing the mouth of a thin ally, was the tourist able regain some direction and intent. Spotting the escape route more clearly with each elongated step, a primitive plan began forming. Turning into the ally opening with as little warning as possible, Metka quickly grabbed each side of a wheeled dumpster along the far wall. Two minutes ago he wouldn’t have been able to touch both sides at once, but now that didn’t even require stretching. Likewise; the heave used to spin it in front of the ally, was nearly powerful enough to lose control of it all together. The followers that had amassed during his hasty stroll; fell over each other in a forced halt. Noticing a second dumpster on the previous hidden wall, the elf decided to attempt reinforcing the barricade. Raised arms tried to capture more pictures well the tourist tried lifting the other trash bin. Though difficult, he managed to lumber it over on top of the other. That succeeded in cutting off most of the stuttering lights, prompting a sigh of relief from the empowered visitor. Well taking a moment to enjoy the minor success, he turned to inspect the far end of his makeshift haven. Even before finishing the rotation, the felt an awkward and unwarranted sensation. It welled welling up inside like an over-boiling pot. He felt...aroused? The momentum of untimely and out of place feeling, built more with each passing moment. Breath caught in his throat as a ripping sound filled his thoughts. The tightness of over-strained clothing vanished with the diminishing sound effect, but Metka barely noticed. Muscles quickly toned in definition as the transformation progressed. Formally vague abdominals gained clear hills and valleys. Arms formerly layered with thin padding, began to show strained bulges. Caves and thighs swelled with slopping arcs of strength. With every twitch of the throbbing cock between his legs, the appendage gained proportionate length and girth. During it all, his entire body grew with sporadic surges in height. The event didn’t last very long, even if it felt so to the elf. Air had filled his lings with the vacuum of expanding size; but the supernatural breath rushed out upon the culmination of sensation. He’d braced his hands on either wall of the ally as legs grew week, barely noticing them burst through the brick and mortar. A great stream of cum spewed from the engorged penis, followed by two more. Each splattered along the ally’s length; with the thick slap of a full bucket, overturned from an ample height. Likewise, the creamy fluid peppered the area in slow runnels. It oozed down the bricks and street curves like elongating exclamation points. Metka returned to awareness with the first frightened shrieks from his left. He looked over to see one arm half buried in the building there, understanding smacking him like a wet fish. The towering elf wrenched it free. Shock and surprise offered him little grace, resulting in further ruination of the building. One could now see inside and what appeared to be an office of cubicles. Herds of white-shirted workers were already piled up at the far end’s exit. They filtered out an opening fall too small for their enthusiasm. The tourist still panted from his unexpected exertion, well trying to find some bearings. Not daring to look, he withdrew the other arm from its neighboring hole; having to turn sideways in order to do so. The ally was barely big enough to hold him now. The elf had grown to a height of nearly three stories. He turned his head to look back towards the dumpsters; now able to see over them, and spotted the remained of a crowed scatter at his gaze. Well moving to look in the other direction, the ominous warning of distant sirens began. Too big to simply walk out of the ally, Metka had to sidle towards the other end. It was disturbing him to have that lingering arousal encouraged by his penis trailing along the wall in front. Bare feet kicked and crushed the periodic trash can or discarded crate as he moved. It seemed odd that nothing punctured their soles in the process, but that was quickly assumed to be a result of skin’s thickening. The cement beneath him let out an occasional crack under the weight. It reminded him of ponds with thin ice and foolish children. He only hoped there was nothing for him to falling into, should the artificial rock give way. Metka heard another barrage of screams upon exiting the confining ally. He could see the crowded streets clear around him in a widening ripple. Cars screeched to a half and were abandoned, as more people joined the throng of feeling civilians. He hoped that such obstructions would impede the nearing source of those sirens, but doubted it would help that much. Getting out of the city now seemed to be the only option left to him. He didn’t want to hurt anyone and had no clue if another burst of growth was due. Regardless of if it did or not, the authorities were sure to react violently upon spotting him. The elf began to move quickly down the road, still unsure of his direction along the vaguely known streets. He just focused on distancing himself from the direction of the approaching militants. The tourist did his best to avoid stepping on cars and kiosks well advancing, but couldn’t always find an opening. Metal, wood, and plastic, splintered and bent under his substantial mass. Concrete cracked and fissured with the added force of movement. The protest of each rang clearly at each stride’s landing. His sizable erection; which had lost only its demanding throb, bobbed and weaved before him. As Metka reached the next intersection, he began to pivot on one heel. The goal was to turn and see if the city’s edge might be in sight, but the roadway could not support that centered and driving force. It gave way; dropping the foot into the subway beneath, well pitching its owner forward in a fall. The elf was far too distracted to be prepared for the incident. He tumbled forward without a chance to brace for impact or roll to one side. The resulting conclusion was the ample cock’s driving impact with the ground. The tourist had clenched his teeth when the fall began. As his penis bent under the rest of his weight, air hissed inward between them. The street could support its pistoning force no more than the heel’s. Pavement shattered in wake of the driving shaft, well Metka felt the onrush of that implacable feeling once again. A cock with veins the size of fire hoses plunged into the empty canal of the subway. It bulged against the tunnel’s sides like the cork of a wine bottle. An irresistible euphoria overcame the elf as his member fully entered the passage. His body acted in sexual instinct. Hands crashed down on the surface’s neighboring sidewalks. Arms straitened and sent their owner’s back into an arch. Hips thrust forward with destructive vehemence. The swollen phallus erupted in triplicate, as it had before. Bouts of growth fell in time with the ejaculation. The thrust’s bracing hands enlarged in three successive spurts, palms now equaling the size of large tanks. His back arched more with the increase; the proportionate distance between pelvis and arms shortening severely. Colossal toes burrowed into the street and tilled as legs extended. Powerful gusts of breath escaped the giant between each increase in size. The enlarged penis decimated the road above it, as the confines of its housing became too small for the girth. As the storm of libido faded, Metka slumped forward. Forearms trenched the area beneath them, as they slid into a lax posture. The slightly relaxed cock withdrew from its ruined confines, allowing the owner to kneel. Only after a few labored breaths did the elf return his mind to escape. He rose into a sitting kneel and took stock of his new height. Even without standing, the man could see over the tops of some buildings. He took sudden notice of several things in quick succession. The building to either side of him had been gouged by his shoulders as he’d risen, the street below him was utterly destroyed, and helicopters were approaching on the horizon in front. The tourist quickly scrambled to his feet. He was so tall, that the city’s sounds felt faded by the distance. One leg extended the full length of a block in an effort to find an open gap; well a hand used the top of a building for support. The foot found purchase, but he grimaced as the building’s upper half gave way half way though his rise. The maddening cock clipped another building and removed its corner as he turned tried to regain balance. There was no time to muse over the implications or the phenomenon of growth. He just hoped for enough time to escape. Metka turned again and stepped over a ‘short’ apartment complex to one side. The streets themselves were now too narrow for easy travel, but the newfound height allowed him to see the closest edge of the city. Each rushed step took him closer, like a fire-walker seeking the relief of cool ground. Before making it more than half way, the elf heard a concerning and loudening whine from behind. Taking a quick glance back in that direction, he saw the unmistakable smoke trails of nearing missiles. He managed to intercept their path with a sizable skyscraper, but only succeeded in dampening their effect. Several hit in a rapid barrage. The resulting explosions demolished the building and knocked the tourist off his feet. He was sent sprawling over several more structures; that stood no chance against such a gargantuan impact. Metka disappeared beneath a cloud of billowing dust as the world collapsed on every side. When this whole crazy adventure had started, the elf worked word to avoid casualties. After all that had happened and the extent things reached, he’d come to think only of survival. That mentality took a firm root as a world of pulverized brick, cement, and everything else swirled around him. The infinitesimal populous he once belonged to were bound to seek his death from this point out, leaving him with few to no options. Apathy replaced concern in the time it took him to find the ground. Though the impact had done little more than knock the wind from Metka, he managed to hit the ground face first. The second thing to land was his cock, resulting in a sensation that was beginning to feel familiar. Sexual excitement bloomed as the blimp-sized appendage plowed into through a series of buildings. It carved a deep furrow through whole blocks, before the member came to rest against the elf’s stomach and chest. The tidal flow of semen spewed forth without restraint, the tourist starting to embrace his arousal openly. Sticky goo splattered against pectorals and chin, before seeping out over the rubble and adjacent streets. Surges of growth fallowed much as they had the last time. Each gush of cum came with a doubling in size that widened his creator of destruction. Metka returned to himself without daring to open his eyes at first. Only the annoyance of more or larger attacks managed to make him. He beheld little more than the cloud of dust his meteor-like impact had generated. Trying not to breathe it in, despite his racing heart’s demand for it; the elf rose to his feet again. The few buildings still remaining appeared to be no bigger than candy boxes. The majority of what had existed, was now the crushed outlines of his fall and expansion. The tourist looked around in search of the helicopters that had attacked him. He spotted the insect sized specs on the retreat. That allowed him a sigh of relief between panting breaths. The only thing wanted was to get away before another strategy was managed, but the elf had to figure out a place to go. He moved to massage his injured face and found it slick with spent seed. Looking over his cum-covered front, Metka decided that the ocean would be as good a place as any. He was too exhausted mentally and physically to ponder the issue further. As a titanic foot passed overhead, a lone figure slithered out the front of his disheveled bakery. A wide smile sporting two protruding fangs looked up in approval. After all; successful experiments were always so satisfying.