I created a little survey partly out of curiosity but mostly to gather ideas for a possible story. Feel free to send this back to me either privately or publicly, and ignore any questions about things you’re not into.
If you could
manipulate/change
·
Your own body
·
The body of a single close friend/significant
other
·
The bodies of random strangers
Which would
you choose?
How many
cocks is enough?
·
One
·
Two
·
The more the merrier!
If I said I
was going to make a guy “all cock” would you expect him to
·
Grow a cock larger than his body
·
Grow cocks in random places/have body parts turn
into cocks
·
Literally turn into a cock
Would you
want me to change you in one of those ways? If so, which one?
If I decided
to permanently turn one of your body parts into a cock, what body part would
you choose?
If I temporarily
turned your body parts into cocks, what body part(s) would you choose?
If I turned
you into a cock, would you rather just enjoy the experience or be attached to
another guy?
If two guys
grew/shrunk so that one guy was only as big as the other guy’s cock, would you
rather be the little guy or the big one?
In that same
scenario, would it be hotter for the smaller guy to shrink and become tiny or
for the larger guy to grow into a giant?
If I could
permanently change the size of your cock and make it so that people would think
your size was normal, how big would you want it, soft and hard?
Do you have
a particular cock transformation fantasy that I didn’t cover? I’d love to hear
it.
some great and deep questions to consider from NBCK99, especially if you are, like me, someone who thinks a lot about cock… 🙂
Reblogging so I can easily find this again later. Some hot questions here.
When you struggle with your mental health on a daily basis, it can be hard to take action on the things that matter most to you. The mental barriers anxiety creates often appear insurmountable. But sometimes, when you really need to, you can break those barriers down. This week, with encouragement from some great people on the internet, I pushed against my anxiety and made some calls to members of our government. Here’s a comic about how you can do that, too. (Resources and transcript below.)
Motivational resources: There are a lot! Here are a few I really like:
Sharon Wong posted a great series of tweets that helped me manage my phone anxiety and make some calls.
Kelsey is tweeting pretty much daily with advice and reminders about calling representatives. I found this tweet an especially great reminder that calls aren’t nearly as big a deal as anxiety makes them out to be.
Informational resources: There are a lot of these, as well! These three are good places to start:
“Just watch the spiral,” John said, sliding next to Toby on the couch. “It’ll take a while to take effect.”
“I don’t feel anything,” Toby said. “Is this really going to work?” He stared at the TV screen, where a slow spiral spun.
“It’s supposed to,” John shrugged, stretching his arms up over his head. “I dunno, I never tried it before. But the guy at the store said it’s like getting high without weed.”
“Then what?” Toby asked, raising his arms up too. He didn’t know why, it just felt good to stretch.
“I dunno,” said John. “Then you’re just relaxed.” He leaned over and kissed Toby’s ear, then his cheek, then his upper lip. Toby nuzzled him back and licked his tongue against John’s.
“I guess I feel relaxed,” said Toby. He put his arm around John’s shoulder, then lowered his other hand and unbuckled his pants. “What about you?”
“I’m not sure,” said John, undoing his pants and pushing them down. His dick was rock-hard. “How’s a spiral supposed to make us … uh … oh shit, dude, that feels good.”
Toby had started massaging John’s cock, and it was suddenly hard to John to concentrate enough to speak.
“I’ll get your cock after you do mine,” said Toby, still staring ahead at the spiral. “Might as well have some fun if this spiral thing doesn’t work.”
“Uhhh, spiral?” John slurred. He couldn’t remember where he was, what they were doing, even what his name was.
“Don’t worry about it, pup,” Toby said, rubbing his best friend’s head.
“Ruff!” John barked before lowering his face to his master’s cock.
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