Popular Post Sirensong Posted March 10, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted March 10, 2021 Long time lurker, first time writer. Thought I'd give it a go. Let me know what you think. Luck Of The Gods Part 1 Chris closed the door behind him, took off his rain-sodden coat, shook his wet hair like a dog and chucked his keys in the small plate by the door. He wandered into the living room, taking the rainbow lanyard off his neck and collapsed into the old sofa which creaked ominously. (Not from his weight, a light breeze could knock Chris over, but because like everything in the house it was cheap and worn out. ) --------- He had survived another week at the Museum; the week was over and he wouldn’t have to think of the godforsaken place for another two days! Two blessed days of respite... Getting a job as a conservation assistant at the Museum of Human Antiquities had seemed like the most amazing thing at first. Chris had always fantasised about being Indiana Jones, travelling the world to find mysterious artefacts (with the chiselled jawline to complete the look). But that wasn’t to be; Studious, small in stature and naturally timid, Chris wasn’t leading man material. But he had decided the closest he could get to his adventurer alter-ego was to work in a museum. So he studied hard, got his MA in Archaeology and then a PhD in Norse Religions. But even with fantastic grades, and glowing praise, he still spent years interning before getting any paid work; Everyone just seemed to look over the quiet, nervous and forgettable young man. Still last Summer he achieved his goal, of getting to work with the ancient artefacts of his daydreams. Or so he thought. Sadly the job was not what he had imagined, it was dull, incredibly dull. His head of department was an absolute nightmare, a vindictive intellectual bully by the name of Dr Robert Sandelson. The chief curator of archaeology, his line manager, was a woman more interested in being on local TV than doing any cataloguing or collection upkeep herself. So Chris, the quiet diligent dogsbody, worked till his fingers bled, literally. And most of the stuff he worked on was… well… boring! Bland bits of pottery, unnamed scraps of tin and the odd cracked tile. All the cool stuff was kept away from his lowly hands. Today he had spent much of his time in an ‘R & D’ meeting. A new exhibition on Viking burial artefacts was going to open in a few months and so he was being asked to work overtime. On the upside at least the stuff he’d get to look at would be interesting: shields, statues of Loki and maybe even a sword or two! It was during a tea break, when he was suddenly lifted out of a daydream, and saw Dr Sandelson muttering to the curator of Skeletal remains. ‘Remind you of anyone?’ Dr Sandelson smirked and both of the men broke into silent giggling, clearly looking over in Chris’s direction. In front of them was a bronze figurine depicting a small gaunt man cringing away from a fierce viking warrior. The figure, thou crudely carved, was naked, with a small erection despite the look of comedic fear. It was a depiction of a defeated tribe, intentionally pathetic, taken from a Viking funerary dig in Sweden. The ridiculous skinny figure they were laughing at, well you couldn’t deny it, it looked just like Chris. Chris felt his cheeks burn and spent the rest of the day staring at the table in silence… Maybe… maybe that was why he did it? As they were leaving the meeting room, Chris was left to turn the lights off and still glowering from his earlier humiliation marched over to one of the white artefact boxes, full of carbon acid-free tissue paper. Resting on the surface was a single beautiful gold coin. Chris stared at it entranced, and then, not fully knowing why, grabbed it and put it in his pocket. All the way home on the Tube he was shaking, with fear BUT also excitement. If the Museum found out he would be fired, the coin was a priceless ancient artefact! It would cost him his career. But it also felt good, good to do something wrong, something reckless. He patted his pocket feeling the heavy weight of the coin resting against his crotch, oddly warm despite the chill Autumn weather. He’d dash back early on Monday to return in, nobody would know, but for one weekend he could be like Indiana Jones! It was pathetic, it was silly, but it was his secret and nobody else had to know. ----------- Now home, in the safety of his living room, he took out the small golden coin and admired it. It was carved with the crude outline of a horned bull on one side… and when flipped over revealed a circular shape with 8 rays, the Norse symbol of the sun. The gold caught the light and threw a small dot of orange onto the far wall of the room. It truly was a beautiful thing. A hypnotising thing... Sighing, Chris put it down on the coffee table and turned back to his phone. Absentmindedly he flicked onto Instagram, where he was presented with a sea of beautiful chiselled bodies. The algorithm had long ago picked up on Chris’s bittersweet predilection: Insanely attractive Adonises whose muscular frames were either the gift of pure godly genetics or expensive and illicit hormones and chemicals. He knew these kinds of images were probably not good for him, but they dragged on his psyche. Absentmindedly Chris began to thumb his crotch at the image of a young man flexing his 18 inch biceps in an effortless depiction of strength and virility. Without fully knowing it Chris began to mutter to himself, one hand on his hardening crotch and one hand somehow had picked up the coin and was flipping it over and over in his hand. ‘One weekend, just one fucking weekend, I’d like to look like all of those boys combined. The best bit of each of them. Impossibly hot, hung. With the confidence and sex drive of a bull in heat. Just to feel attractive, loved, adored and have just one wild weekend of feeling like a god among men.’ Feeling incredibly horny, but mostly a bit ashamed, he pulled his hand away and straightened his now tenting corduroy trousers. Shaking himself free of the dream, he got up and went upstairs to shower the day away, giving the gold coin one last forlorn look. ------------- In the bathroom taking his shirt off the mirror revealed his small frame, hunched shoulders from a lifetime of trying to blend in, visible ribs and clavicles. At 5’5’ he wasn’t the shortest man in the world, but most men looked down on him and his limp posture didn’t help. His slightly hairy chest was waspish thin but also showing the first signs of man boobs. Somehow both visibly weak and fat. The worst of both worlds. He needed to take more care of himself but just didn’t have the time. He was 29 but he had to confess he looked more than a few years older. His face, inoffensive but plain, and his hairline receding. He looked like a tired 39 year-old accountant… not the adventurous rakish hero of his childhood fantasy. He pulled his trousers and pants down reaching to run the shower... when it happened. The first bolt hit him right in the groin. His average to small and now flaccid dick, visibly pulsed. Chris felt a searing heat shoot down there, like he’d been splashed with warm water. He shouted out in fear and grabbed at himself. Was he dying?! Was he having a heart attack? Could you get a heart attack that started in your dick?! The burning increased, but, and this was very odd, it wasn’t painful as such, just warm. Like he’d been lying too long in a sunbeam that just covered his groin. Chris sat down on the side of the bath gasping, and inspecting his nether regions. What the fuck was happening? Did he have to call an ambulance because his dick was on fire? Was he going to spend his Friday night in Accident and Emergency dying of shame?! The feeling slowly changed… from burning heat, it became cool. Cold even, becoming colder still, like an icicle had been shoved down there. But again there was no pain, just an extreme temperature. The sensation was spreading into his balls. Holding his testicles Chris felt a pulse in his hands, separate to his heartbeat. Then another. Stronger. But the pulse happened again, and he felt… he felt them grow. His two balls were inflating in his hands. And with that came a warm churning sensation, something deep and liquid within his scrotum that contrasted against the now icy sensation in his dick. The sensation was pleasant, it tingled and it felt… Good? Despite the panic and fear… he felt horny. Like incredibly fucking horny! The churning pulsing sensation kicked up a notch and Chris found himself groaning, not out of pain, but surprise, and because he was majorly turned on. His balls, pulsed one more time, this time there was no doubt about it. They had literally doubled in size! They weren’t by any means freakish, but these were definitely big balls. Also they felt... full, like the skin in his ballsack was stretched, more taught. Standing up and looking in the mirror, his average cock was now dwarfed by two large eggs. They looked masculine and potent but also somehow ridiculous compared with the rest of him! One more smaller pulse and they grew another couple of centimetres. Hanging heavy and yet tight in his sack. Still the horniness didn’t go anywhere and it made him feel dizzy and a bit stupid, like he’d had a shot of vodka. He started to mouth ‘What the fuck’ but before he finished the second word another sensation hit him. Again coming from his now definitely larger than average balls, something flowed from them out into his crotch, through his veins and around his body. That same tingly cold sensation. He felt his heartbeat rising, carrying the sensation across his body in a wave. He felt a bit like he had walked up 15 flights of stairs and his breath became harsh and staggered. He really felt like he was breathing deeper than humanly possible… ‘What the fuck is happe-’ He began but on the last word his voice broke. Like when he was a teenager, it just cracked, and the next part of the exclamation was a full 2 octaves deeper: ‘-ning to me?’ Chris swallowed and felt a sensation like his throat was swollen, like something was lodged there, and then… it cleared. But his Adams apple, normally barely visible had grown, it was sticking out like it never had before, a large prominent nub. ‘Aaaaaah!’ Chris exclaimed, clasping his hands over his mouth as the guttural sound that came out his mouth was a deep baritone, and significantly louder than he intended. The pulsing from his balls hadn’t stopped but now it seemed to build this time in his dick. His still small (now ridiculously small!) dick. Suddenly he felt blood rushing to it as he got a hard-on. But this hard-on, it just kept going, more and more blood was pumping into his erect 4.5 inch cock. So much that he gasped, thinking it might just explode. Just as he started to feel faint at the idea it… stretched, accommodating the increased blood that was pumping into it. Growing to make room. The sensation was incredible! Like the moment before orgasm. Just edging towards the point of no return, not climaxing but just… getting… so… close… then a clear run of precum shot out the swollen end. His dick was growing, first slowly, now… expanding with sudden ferocity. Not just in length but in girth, he felt the weight of it expand between his hands. Another drip of honey like precum dripped liberally out the slit. As the whole thing grew between his fingers, which unconsciously gripped around it. But the thickness began to push his fingers apart. From 4.5… to 6… 7… inches in length? And still growing. The veins on it visible, thick and pulsing. The head was large and, perfectly formed, deep reddish-purple and slick. Chris groaned deliriously, his dick was now… well it was huge. It was definitely at least as big as the ones in the porn he watched, 9 inches of heavy incredibly hard meat. But it was perfect, solid as a rock and curved slightly upwards. This was the kind of dick that could do some damage, or serious pleasure, depending how it was used. Not a freak of nature, but a seriously huge cock! Chris stood in dreamy silence, the heightened sensation emanating from his cock had put him into a trance. Just staring at the huge dick in his hand, and the large balls hanging bellow in stupid silence. But not for the long, the pulsing cold sensation came again. Testosterone and hormones gathered in his balls, fizzing and then suddenly bursting forth forcing a strange second puberty. This time the sensation filled his body, deep under his flesh, in his bones. There was a strange ache, starting in his spine. A stretching sensation. And he felt his back vertebrae lengthening. Not just lengthening but thickening. Catching his eye in the mirror, he couldn’t believe it, but he was growing. His whole body extending like some bizarre horror movie transformation. Like a werewolf! His legs and thighs felt like they were in a painless vice being lengthened. He could almost hear the bones growing under his skin. From 5’4 to at least 5’6 or 5’7. The sensation was slow at first, like watching the minute hand on a clock, you’d almost miss it moving if you looked right at it. But it began to speed up. Chris had to put his lengthening arm out onto the sink for support as the composition of his body changed. A cracking sound hit his back and suddenly Chris arched backwards, making a deep guttural moan. Standing up straight his eyes were now… well, he couldn't believe it; He was looking at the very top of the medicine cabinet. The dust where he couldn’t normally reach without a stool was clearly visible. He had to be… He couldn’t be could he? But he was well over 6 feet tall! And still up he went, spreading his legs apart to balance his new frame. By the time the sensation eased off, Chris was a few inches from the ceiling, which whilst it was low in this old house, must put him at about 6’5’’ feet tall. Chris went to lean against the bath, but it was suddenly further away and his much longer arms knocked a shampoo bottle to the floor. The next stretching sensation was across his back, as his slight frame thickened and broadened. Like the organs, muscle and general mass in him was just swelling. His shoulder blades were forced backwards and then outwards as they expanded forcefully. His chest was pushed forward as not only his height increased but his width and density. His body was changing, become robust, heavy and sturdy. He was still slim, especially after the growth spurt, but the bones were becoming heavier and thicker by the second, rushing to catch up. The pulsing in his testicles now began to pick up pace beating with the same rhythm as his heart. As if whatever it was releasing into him was being carried through every vein in his body. His legs first were thickening… they were long but now, but they were also becoming strong. The muscles under the skin were growing. His knobbly knees and chicken legs that he had always been ashamed of were thickening into two solid trunks; the calves and thighs swelling obscenely. After about 30 second Chris was looking at legs that would rival most professional rugby players, thick and heavily slabbed with muscle. They looked like they could kick a hole through a wall. He stretched one leg to see the heavy muscle flex under the skin… these were the legs of a bodybuilder, or a wrestler, someone who would have to buy special trousers in order to even have a hope of not looking obscene. At this point Chris collapsed to the floor, breathless and gasping. His weight now much much more, made a loud slamming sound as he hit the ground. There was a moment of lucidity when the changes seemed to halt. Chris’s mind suddenly returned to the coin downstairs, the words he had said. A modern day viking god, a warrior, a sexual being... that was what he was becoming... But before he could think much further that swelling vice like pressure hit him again, this time in his chest radiating into his arms. It was starting again, and this time much stronger than before... To Be Continued 36 4 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted March 11, 2021 Share Posted March 11, 2021 8 hours ago, Sirensong said: There was a moment of lucidity when the changes seemed to halt. Chris’s mind suddenly returned to the coin downstairs, the words he had said. A modern day viking god, a warrior, a sexual being that was what he was becoming... But before he could think much further that swelling vice like pressure hit him again, this time in his chest radiating into his arms. It was starting again, and this time much stronger than before... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
asianman2410 Posted March 11, 2021 Share Posted March 11, 2021 Great story. Aside from the spelling of "artifact", everything was great. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sirensong Posted March 11, 2021 Author Share Posted March 11, 2021 Cheers! Although 'Artefact' is the British spelling. I'm from the UK so that's how I spell it 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Adonis21 Posted March 11, 2021 Share Posted March 11, 2021 Love the story! It has very good descriptions. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Adonis21 Posted March 11, 2021 Share Posted March 11, 2021 But he only asked for the weekend, the poor guy, oh the dramatic irony! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post Sirensong Posted March 11, 2021 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 11, 2021 There's more growth to come, but I promise the real goal is to let Chris have some fun with his new self... and there might be a few more twists on the way! Luck Of The Gods Part 2 Chris began to breathe deeply again as he felt that feeling building in his balls and cock and spreading unrelentingly into his chest. Whereas before he had been frightened, he had resisted the strange force that was acting on his body, now he gave in: He couldn’t fight it and even if he was hallucinating, this was the best dream he had ever fucking had! Somehow the force, his body, whatever it was... Somehow it realised he had relented and the sensation only increased in strength and virility. And, almost like a reward for his consent, so did the pleasure. Chris’s dick hardened beyond anything so far, growing another half cm in length as the sensation took hold again. He let out a low moan of pleasure, it was a deep primal sound, a large man advertising his ascension. In response Chris’s chest suddenly spasmed, and he felt his ribs and clavicles crack with a painless but violent wrenching motion. Placing a hand over his chest he felt the bones knitting together and then reforming, larger, stronger and heavier than before. They were preparing themselves for something... The pigeon chest of his now incredibly tall form, started to change to fit its new surroundings. Pecs, which he hadn’t even known existed before, were being willed into existence as his torso swelled and stretched. Two solid, square but rounded mounds of hard muscle began to rise. His once flat chest transformed quickly from prominent... to large, as his shoulders broadened, and pulled apart to make room for what was to come. The tingling sensation kicked up a notch, flooding from his churning balls into his ever expanding chest, feeding it. Originally Chris looked in profile like a single hunched line, thin and insignificant, a paltry figure. But his upper body was now quickly starting to approximate that of a professional gymnast. His shoulders were at least twice the width of his waist and his ever growing chest was creating a heavy outcrop of sheer muscle looming over his abdomen. He had never had anything to flex before, but now he gave it a go; His large right pec bounced, the hard nipple rising and falling with an effortless ripple of muscle. Rubbing his hands hungrily over his swelling pecs and pushing with his fingers he found he could make no indent; they were rock solid and warm to the touch. But before he could explore them any further he suddenly arched forward with a gasp, as if something had jabbed him in the stomach. That cool tingling sensation pulsing from his groin collected around his navel and into his flat but shapeless stomach. A crease appeared, then two, then a third; Indenting his abdomen into three distinct ridges. Another involuntary flex and the line was split down the middle. Suddenly another crack, deep within his chest, and the already large ribcage was being subsumed by 6 brick like abdominals. Even completely unflexed they were rock hard and etched. His heavy pectoral shelf loomed over them, now casting a shadow over an unmistakable 6 pack. No… not 6, a fourth set of muscles were now visible just below his belly button. Forming a perfect symmetrical 8 pack. With another audible crack, Chris felt another shifting in his ribs as a second vertical strip of muscle rose behind his abs and under his arms. In what he had only seen in superhero comics and certain top tier bodybuilders, a layer of muscle emerged like the hood of cobra and with a third crack, split into rippled obliques, framing his powerful chest and abs with a wall of ridged muscle. With another surge of tingling, everything pulsed, swelling more, pecs and abs in unison, just a few centimetres larger. He no longer looked anything like even the buffest gymnast: His already huge pecs revealed subtle striations as they engorged further. A clear V shape slowly cut below his already diamond-etched abs, pointing down toward his still rock hard cock. He’d seen a few Greek statues in his time; there was one of Hercules at the Royal Academy he remembered drooling over as a teenager, but even they looked a little fragile in their porcelain white marble. Chris’s chest and stomach weren't just strong, they were ‘mighty’, it looked like anyone looking to punch such a thing would risk breaking a knuckle! And yet it didn’t have that desiccated look of some steroid abusing fanatic with paper thin red skin. The rippling chest he saw before him had the smooth symmetrical form of a well-paid fitness model, tight and youthful like the arrogant looking men he would jack off to before sleeping most nights. BUT unlike these chiselled hunks, his chest and waist had the look and visible power of a serious bodybuilder. Subtle blue and green veins now snaked from the V shaped Adonis belt down towards his fully erect 9.5 inch cock. Take the best parts of the chest of a mid-to heavy weight pro bodybuilder and mix with the best of a trained cage fighter turned Mens Health cover model. That sort of described what Chris could see looking down. This was a chest not just built to be looked at; No, this body could crack a tree trunk in half, lift a huge concrete slab over it’s head with steady manly ease, or chuck a javelin like an old school Olympian. 'No not an Olympian… a warrior!' Thought Chris. This was the body of an classical warrior, the kinds the Greeks were simply emulating in their fussy marble and bronze. Meanwhile, whilst Chris was inspecting his new chest (his thick cock dripping precum generously onto the tiled floor) he felt that cooling tingling sensation building in his upper shoulder, and slowly trickling down his arms into his fingertips. His arms currently looked bizarre, dwarfed by a huge muscular chest they were now comically long and thin. But the growing feeling in his deltoids told Chris this wouldn’t be for long... Chris had always wanted big arms, it was the body part he secretly coveted the most. Seeing a guy fresh from the gym with a pair of massive biceps or a suited gent on the tube who’s muscled arms could barely be contained in his tight shirt had always been a massive turn-on. But it also filled him with shame, shame for his own meagre arms that were thin and shapeless. With another cracking stretching sensation two mounds of muscle began to fill out on either side of Chris’s now broad shoulders. These balls grew and stretched until they rose above his clavicle, creating two cannonball-like protuberances, forcing his already broad shoulders to take on new doorframe-blocking proportions. In response his upper arms swelled, growing larger and larger. Chris had measured them once, and at 11.5 inches he knew he was woefully under-average… but now they were approaching at least 14 inches, and showing no signs of slowing down. At this point rather than being just two long tubes, his arms started to show definition, the tricep and bicep, separating and forming ever growing peaks, with a groove running down the side of his arms between them. The bicep, something that whilst he knew he must have but had never really seen before, swelled with alarming speed. Completely unflexed it formed a large heavy globe, peaking in the centre and thickening. His tricep, also extended, swelled and suddenly expanded into a thick and defined horseshoe like crease. Two slabs of muscle, one above and one below each arm, forming a perfect masculine curve. His arms weren’t just big now, they were huge. They felt heavy but so powerful. They must be... 19 inches? 20 inches? That was completely unflexed. As if to test this theory he went to curl his left arm; The muscle jumped to attention with his bicep swelling into a huge grapefruit shaped mound, a subtle dimple on each side. As another pulse of tingling flushed his body a single thick blue vein bisected the bicep on each arm, and in response his arms pulsed again, growing another few centimetres. Not to be left behind, Chris’s forearms,swelled and 3 distinct chords of muscle pushed through the skin creating thick and powerful looking lower arms that quickly matched their enormous brothers. Even his hands, tingling with that strange feeling, cracked and grew, the fingers expanding and growing thicker. These were the large hands of a man who used them for lifting, pushing and fighting, not just dusting delicate ceramics. As the feeling eased off for now, Chris was left with two arms that at least matched his now herculean chest… well, actually they somehow outmatched it! His two upper arms taken together were about as thick as the circumference of his entire waist. A waist that was solid as a cinderblock but slim and compact compared to the sheer trunk of muscle arising from it. His arms were now two things of masculine beauty. He had at least 4 inches on the bigger guys he’d oggle chugging protein shakes on the tube home, and a specially tailored suit would be needed to house guns that matched Arnold in his prime! He now had the almost comic look of someone who's arms looked permanently just a bit 'too big' to be real, like a videogame character. But with even a subtle movement, the twitch of a tricep and bounce of the great sheath of his deltoid, would remind you that these powerful tools were 100% real. He was still within the realms of 'normality'; Out and about people wouldn't run screaming, but anyone would be hard pushed not to notice a man who's arms and chest were definitely pushing the limits of masculine physicality. Chris’s mouth had been agape the whole time, but now slowly he began to smile. He pulled his arms up and, still sat on the floor, pulled them both into a bicep curl. Something was happening to his mind too, he didn’t feel scared at all anymore, how could you with what his body was becoming?! But it wasn’t just that, he felt a growing confidence, even arrogance, swelling alongside his muscles. With a deep chuckle, there came another tingle, this one light as a feather’s touch; It shot up from his groin, and traced a line between his abdominals and chest. A thick line of blonde hair sprouted in a treasure trail, leading from his heavy dick, and forming a subtle ring around his navel, firing up between his painfully ripped abs. The hair ran up in a single stripe through the deep crevice between his pecs then sprouted into a short blonde spread dusting the flat surface of his huge pecs. A subtle but sexually charged landing strip, guiding the eye down a wall of muscular perfection to his manhood. The hair was a deep golden brown, like sunlight dappled on corn, like the reflections off a golden coin… To Be Continued 42 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bigdude0211 Posted March 18, 2021 Share Posted March 18, 2021 Great great great start; looking forward to chapter 3! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted March 19, 2021 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Fuck he transformed into what he desired. He better go and have fun with that body. Im surere he will find someone worthy to satisfy his needs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SilverDar Posted March 20, 2021 Share Posted March 20, 2021 Great start. Good description. Keep building the anticipation of what is to come ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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