“Maybe a little bit but that’s not the point. Here start with me: I choose dare. If we don’t answer the truth or can’t do the dare, we drink. Simple.”
“Alright then… I dare you to… do 10 push ups.”
“Ouch. That’s mean, dude. Here, I’m gonna drink.”
GULP. GULP.
“Ahhh… alright. Truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“Have you ever kissed a guy?”
“What? No… that would be… gay…”
“Drink up.”
“What?”
“You’re lying. I saw you kiss that guy at the last frat party. Here, take my bottle.”
GULP. GULP.
“Ahhh… Alright, you’ve got me on that one, but don’t tell anyone…”
“No worries, dude. Alright, my turn. Say, I’ll choose truth for once.”
“Have YOU kissed a guy once?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Would you like to try it?”
“Hey, your turn’s done. Now choose truth or dare.”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
“So you’d like to try it, huh?”
“Shut up! I’m drunk and I’m curious.”
SMACK.
“You taste like alcohol, dude.”
“And you taste like sweets.”
“You can let go, now.”
“I just want to snuggle a little.”
“You really are drunk aren’t ya?”
“Shut up already. Kiss me again.”
SMACK.
“For someone who’s never kissed a guy you sure like that.”
“Dare.”
“Huh? You still want to play, huh? I dare you to take off your shirt and show me that bear belly.”
“Huh? What’s a bear belly?”
“A furry and round tummy.”
“I’m not that fat, dude… and not that hai- what the hell? How did I get this hairy?”
“That’s a nice gut you kept hidden in there.”
“Dude I swear I wasn’t that hairy before… nor that big.”
“It’s alright. I think it’s hot.”
“You do?”
“Yes. And I feel bold. I choose dare.”
“You know what… if you find me that sexy… I dare you to suck me off.”
“For someone who’s never kissed a guy, you are quite adventurous.”
“First, I’ve never said I didn’t get blown by a guy. Second, shut up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ahh… hmmm… ohh… you’re… you’re quite good, bud…”
“Fuck, it’s big…”
“Well, don’t brag too much, it’s only 6 inches hard.”
“Truth or dare?”
“Hmm… if it’s going where I’m thinking, I’ll go with dare.”
“I dare you… to fuck me with that thick ten inches pole.”
“Dude, stop i- i- ahhh… shit! Shit! Holy shit! I’m… I’m huge! Fuck! How did you do that? Am I hallucinating?”
“C’mon, bud… my hole’s not gonna fuck itself…”
“Wait, I’ll go get a con- Shit how’s it gonna fit n-“
“I dare you to fuck me RAW.”
“Dude…”
“C’mon, bro…”
“Shit… I can’t believe it’s all happening…”
“Just go with it… Oh, man, you’re huge… alright… fuck… I’m gonna go with dare…”
“I dare you to not tell anyone what we’re doing right now.”
“That’s too easy, bro…”
“Still, let’s keep that a secret. Shit, you’re tight, bud… I’m gonna… go with truth.”
“Where did you get all those tattoos?”
“What tattoos?”
“The ones on your arms and chest. I think I’ve seen one of your back too.”
“I- I don’t know…”
“A shame. Drink, bro.”
GULP. GULP.
“Ahh… that stuff is strong, man… your turn…”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to not touch yourself.”
“Ugh… Fine.”
“Truth.”
“How did you get so big and tall?”
“Huh? Well genetics I guess?”
“Your parents are under six feet tall. You are six foot four, bro. And you’re a hell lot thicker and hairier than them.”
“What? I’m just five te- Woah… what’s happening… dude… are you… shrinking? Fuck… the room is spinning. I’m… feeling dizzy, dude. Fuck… you feel tighter bro…”
“Shit… I think I’ll have to drink.”
“Heh… can’t stop touching yourself, mate?”
“Kinda hard to when a big handsome bear like you is pounding my ass.”
GULP. GULP.
“Ahhh… Say, you didn’t answer my answer. How did you get so big?”
“I was… I was adopted.”
“Ahh. That… explains a lot.”
“Yeah… I don’t… hmm… tell people usually.”
“It’s okay, I’m glad you shared it with me. Truth.”
“Do you… do you think we could… go on a date sometime?”
“We’ve been boyfriends for 2 years. It’s whenever you want, big guy.”
“Uhh… what… why do I feel so… weird… boyfriend?”
“Yes, we are boyfriends.”
“But I thought…”
“Truth or dare?”
“D- d- truth…”
“Can can you squeeze through a door?”
“Wha… but I don’t…”
“You don’t? But you’re taller than any door. You have to duck to get through…”
“But I’m five foot te-…”
“You are six foot ten, hun.”
“Ughhh! Fuck!”
“Oh damn… you’re… you’re so big inside me, bro… shit… I rephrase my question… how can you squeeze or fit into anything?”
“How can you even fit on a bed? Let alone a car? That big ballgut must crash against the steering wheel when you drive, even with the seat all the way back. Your head must graze the roof of your pick up at all times. And, fuck… if I don’t train daily with dildos… how could you fit your thick footlong dick in my hole?”
“Gahh… gahh…”
“Want me to go again?
“Uhhh… truth…”
“Heh… hmm… are you going to nut into me soon, bro?”
“Fuck… fuck yes…”
“Close, hun?”
“Gahh… yesss…”
“One last truth or dare?”
“Go on… dare…”
“I dare you to only remember having been this way when you cum.”
“Cumming!”
Now this is my favorite kind of reality altering game…
It was a Saturday night, and Anthony was preparing for another fun night out.
The college frat boy was a party animal, determined to get a new girl in his bed every weekend. The last girl he brought back to his place for a quick hookup saw though him, and claimed to curse him – saying the rest of the world would see him for the dick that he was the next time the full moon rose.
Anthony thought nothing of it at the time, dismissing the girl as bat shit crazy – more pissed off he had to end the night masturbating vs. fucking.
A week later, as he was getting ready to head out for the evening, he started to feel a bit strange. As the sun went down, his tongue felt odd – almost like it was growing bigger.
The moment the moon rose, the full effect of the curse triggered, hos tongue transforming into a copy of his hard cock.
Anthony tried to scream as he felt the transformation in his mouth… his eyes started to bulge out of his head, as what seemed like a cock forced itself out of his lips.
All he could think about is the girl’s words from last week as the growth continued.
A hot curse. Makes one very aware of the lunar cycle, and who you’d want to spend it with, because I know I wouldn’t want that extra cock to go to waste.
Emily: I knew you had a secret. But when you were little you were so carefree. But these last few years more and more it’s almost like I can feel you holding your breath. I wanted to ask you about it, but I didn’t want to pry. Maybe I made a mistake.
Simon: No. No mom, you didn’t make a mistake.
Emily: Being gay is your thing. There are parts of it you have to go through alone. I hate that. As soon as you came out you said, “Mom, I’m still me.” I need you to hear this: You are still you, Simon. You are still the same son who I love to tease and who your father depends on for just about everything. And your the same brother who always compliments his sister on her food, even when it sucks. You get to exhale now, Simon. You get to be more you than you have been in, in a very long time. You deserve everything you want.
Such a positive and healing movie, and a great scene.
I shouldn’t have challenged Greg to a transformation contest. He started by shrinking me, reducing me down to half my height. Staring up at him, I cast a furball spell, and dark black hair grew all over his body. He just laughed, and cast a big-dick spell that made my cock flop out from my body, huge and thick and as big as my leg. I was getting nervous and cast an ape spell on him, and he grew a thick furry tail as his toes stretched out and his legs became stubby. But then he grabbed me and cast his dicking spell, and I knew it was all over. I felt myself pulled into his crotch, compressed into a tube and nestled into the thick furry hair that I’d made him grow. This is me now – reduced to my roommate’s cock, tucked warm and sweaty in his underwear. He jerks me off at least twice a day and I don’t know if he’s ever going to turn me back.
I love things like this. I prefer to imagine it’s more temporary and for the enjoyment of both, but yeah, transformation “contests.” Please do shrink me and grow my cock as I multiply your arms and make your nipples cocks and then give you three cocks as you make two of me and then it’s just a hot party for everyone…
purplepangolin 