A blessing in disguise

by Jo Psmythe

Colin, an over-stressed college student, meets the man of his dreams in Chris. But Chris has a secret that might drive them apart—or bring them even closer together.

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That fateful day started just like any other day in my very busy life. I woke up at six, and, over the next hour, slowly dragged myself out of my absurdly large double bed. I was living in a double, but I was already three weeks in with no sign of a roommate, so I had combined the beds into one, extra-wide bed. Not that I needed it, as I’m a fairly small person, being 5’7” and weighing only 120 lbs. But I digress.

I had made my way down to breakfast to try and fill up before my 8 a.m. class. Despite my small size, I eat a sizable amount of food. I guess I’m cursed with fast metabolism. Anyway, I was sitting alone in the corner of the dining hall when he sat down across from me. I almost didn’t notice him at first; I was so tired. But when I did look up from my half-eaten waffle, I wished I had looked up sooner.

He was sitting, so I couldn’t tell exactly how tall he was, but he was definitely taller than me. His short, styled black hair and piercing blue eyes framed by glasses that perfectly complimented his face shape drew my gaze up to his face for a moment before I turned back to my food, embarrassed of my own shortcomings. He was talking to me, but I could barely hear his words, the dulcet tone of his rich baritone voice barely registering in my ears as I tried to sneakily check him out.

“Hey, did you hear me? I asked you what your name was.” My head had finally cleared enough to understand what he was saying.

“Oh, uh, my name is Colin.” I could barely remember my own name. Was I tired, or was it him?

“Hi, Colin. I’m Chris. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Um, nice to meet you too.” Why was I being so awkward? Why was this hot guy even talking to me?

“You’re probably wondering why I’m talking to you.” Jeez, was he a mind reader or something?

“Yeah, a little,” I said, not sure where he was going.

“Well, part of it has to do with the fact that we’re the only ones awake this early. But mostly, it’s because I really admire you.”

“You? Admire me?”

“You’re an amazing person! I’ve seen the work you do for the campus LGBTQ+ group, and you’re getting two fucking degrees. Do you know how hard it’s been for me to even find a time when you’re not working or in class?”


“Trust me. I’m not usually an early riser, but I wanted a chance to talk to you, so here I am.”

“Well, you’ll have to make it quick, I’ve got class in 15 minutes.”

“Can I text you then? I don’t want to make you late.”

“Sure.” I gave him my number.

“Thanks! I’ll try not to bother you too much.”

“Oh, you can bother me anytime,” I said with a wink, “as long as I’m not in class.”

“See you ‘round!”

“Bye,” I said as I scarfed down the rest of my breakfast as he walked away and then rushed off to class. Did he just ask for my number? Did I just flirt with him? What miracle had occurred this morning to land me a guy as attractive as Chris?

As I plopped into my chair for the first lecture of the day, my phone buzzed with a message from Chris:

Hey, it’s Chris. Meet 2nite at 8 in the library?

Me: Yeah, I can do that

Chris: See you then.

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I could hardly focus on my classes that whole day. All I could think about were Chris’ beautiful eyes, his delicious-looking stubble, his muscular body that was not too cut but not too bulky, and, most of all, his sonorous voice. I sang tenor in the choir at school, and I liked to think that my voice was nice, but it didn’t have the alluring power that his did.

When 8 p.m. finally rolled around, I was exhausted. I walked over to the library, which fortunately was not too far from my dorm, and found him sitting in a small nook, waiting for me.

“You’re punctual. I like that.”

“Thanks, I guess. Why did you want to meet?”

“Right to business? Don’t you want to ask me how my day was?”

“I’m a bit too tired for that right now. Eight hours of classes really wears on you.”

“Makes sense. That’s a shame, really. I was hoping you’d be more awake for what I’m about to show you. Do you know of any place more private than here? This is the best I could come up with.”

“Um, I don’t have a roommate. I guess we could go to my dorm room, if you don’t mind. I have to warn you, it’s a bit sparsely decorated. I’m not great at interior design.”

“Oh, I don’t mind. Lead the way.”

As he stood up, I took stock of just how tall he was. I was eye-level with the middle of his scrumptious pecs, so I guessed he was around 6 and a half feet tall. We left the library, and as I began to walk back towards my dorm, he took my hand in his—much larger—hand. I was a bit shocked at first, and I could feel my dick beginning to harden at the feeling of him touching me, but I said nothing and went with it. If he wanted to make a move, why should I question it?

I led him up to my room, opened the door, and told him to make himself comfortable while I collapsed onto my double-wide extra-long bed. I felt the bed shift and looked up to see that he was sitting on it, looking at me almost expectantly.

“Hey, Colin, I can’t really show you what I want to if you’re lying down like that.”

“Fine,” I grunted, sitting up. “Let’s see what you have to show me.”

“Well, I guess it’s more telling you something, but I think a demonstration will be necessary.” Chris took a deep breath, as if he was nervous about how I would react. I recognized this breath. It was the same kind of breath I took before coming out to my parents in freshman year of high school. Whatever Chris was about to tell me was a big deal to him, maybe even bigger than coming out.

“Before I tell you this, can you promise to keep this a secret? Between you and me? I swear it’s nothing illegal or horrible or anything like that.”

“I promise,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Okay,” he said. “Here goes nothing.”

He drew a deep breath. “Whenever I say something, and I really mean it—an offhand remark won’t do it—whatever I say becomes the truth. I can’t change anything big, but individual circumstances of a person’s life are easily malleable. I have to confess, I’ve already done it to you, a little bit. I was nervous you wouldn’t be into me. But now, this doesn’t feel right. You are aware of all the changes that I’ve caused in your life.”

Suddenly, I remembered a slightly different life. I wasn’t a double major last week, although I had been interested in the second one I had now. Chris’ magical allure wasn’t quite there in that timeline, although I still found him quite attractive.

“Are you mad at me for manipulating you? I’m especially sorry about the double major thing. If you want, I can reverse it.”

“No, not at all. I was into you before you made yourself extra attractive to me, and I was considering adding that major anyway. All you did was save me a whole bunch of paperwork and indecisiveness. So, thank you for that.”

“I wish I believed you, I really do. That’s the one other thing I can’t change, myself. I lucked out in the genetics department a bit, so it’s not a huge deal, but I still wish that I could do things to myself. I would at least be able to use my powers without violating someone else’s autonomy that way.”

“Hmm. That is tricky.”

There was along uncomfortable silence. He looked away, as if he was ashamed of his power. And I think I understood. He had the ability to violate anyone else, at any time, with no means of using himself as an outlet, and there was no way to get consent without telling people about his power, which would attract attention to himself in a way that could land him in a government lab, or worse. He didn’t want that. And I didn’t want that, either.

“Well,” I broke the silence. “Since you’re here, and clearly you were trying to get me into bed anyway, would you like to fuck? I need some stress release after a long day of classes.”

“Is this the real you saying this?”

“Yes. At least, I think so.”

“Let’s do this then.”

As a virgin, I had nothing to compare our sex to, but it was better than I could have imagined. His 7-inch cock was the perfect size for my ass, and my 11-incher, another upgrade from Chris, satisfied him immensely. We must have fucked for hours. But the part of that wild night I remember most clearly was bathing in the afterglow, the two of us spooning in my bed, his dick pressed against my ass as I sank into his warm embrace and drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next week was the best week of my life. Chris practically moved into my room, and whenever I wasn’t too worn out from classes, he would fuck me to sleep. On the days when my coursework began to overwhelm me, he would let me work, and then we would cuddle as we both drifted off. Cleanup was never an issue, as all it took was for him to say, “Your sheets are clean,” and any mess we made would disappear. It was perfect, except for the fact that Chris couldn’t change himself.

He did start making changes to me, with my consent of course. He liked me short and slender but gave me just a bit of definition to my lithe body, and I was now packing two 14-inchers into my pants every morning. I enjoyed it, but I wished I could change him, just like he had changed me.

That weekend, as I was drifting off in Chris’s embrace, it came to me. How did I not think of it before? I slid out of his arms and shook him awake.

“What is it? Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not! You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since coming out. I have an idea for how we can change you too.”

“What is it?”

“If you could give me your power, then I could change you and you could change me!”

“I can’t just give my power away. What if it falls into the wrong hands?”

“I promise, it’ll stay between you and me.”

“And my godmother.”

“Your godmother?”

“My godmother. She gave me this power when I was a child. I didn’t know it at first, but then I started noticing that any rumors I spread kept coming true, and I realized that maybe I should stop. There were a couple of people in high school who got pregnant because I said that they were. They didn’t carry to term, fortunately, or I would have felt responsible for the children, but it was close.”

“But how did you get your power?”

“I don’t really remember, but my godmother was definitely weird. I think she was some sort of witch or something. I think I lied to her about breaking some of her stuff, and she placed a curse on me. Something like that. I was seven. I don’t remember it very well.”

“Wow. So, she cursed you with the ability to change others based on your words, but not yourself?”

“I think she wanted me to see that saying bad things about other people makes them true, but she didn’t want me going down a spiral of self-destruction.”

“She wanted you to learn from your curse, not be miserable because of it.”

“Exactly! And when I found out that I could cause pain so easily, I got scared. I refused to talk at all for a little while until I realized that if I said something sarcastically, it wouldn’t come true.”

“I think I understand why you don’t want to give your power to me. So, how about a compromise. I will only have the ability to change you. No one else. You will be aware of the changes, just like I’m aware of yours now. How does that sound?”

“You know what? I don’t think there’s anyone I’d rather share this connection with, so I might as well take it. By doing this, I am trusting you not to do anything crazy, right? Be careful what you say about me.”

“I will! I promise.”

“Okay. I believe you. Here goes.” He took another deep breath. “Colin has the ability to bend the truth, but only surrounding me. Anything he says about me will become true, and only he and I will be aware of the change. Try something, Colin.”

“Um, you can communicate telepathically with me.”

If this message is coming through, say potato.


“It worked! You can communicate telepathically with me as well. It should really work both ways.”


Well, change me again. If I don’t like it, I’ll think potato at you, okay?

Okay. That’ll be our safe word.

“Chris has an 18-inch cock—soft.” I watched as his pant leg was suddenly filled with an extra ridge running almost to his knee.

“Whoa, Colin, that’s a lot of cock. But you can take it, because you can stretch and contort your body in any way you please, including your magnificent asshole.”

I grinned. “You like being changed by me, don’t you?”

“You bet I do, Colin.”

“Let’s see how you like these changes then. You have alluring green eyes, and don’t need your glasses to see. You’re seven foot three and you look like a bodybuilder in the offseason without needing to workout. You have a mansion in the countryside and you’re making seven figures, but you want to stay with me so I can finish my degrees, and you’re okay with my polyamory, as long as we continue to see each other.”

I watched as his eyes shifted their hue from the stormy blue to a beautiful, verdant green, and his glasses lenses noticeably thinned. I guess I hadn’t given him 20/20 vision, but something pretty close. Oh well, I liked them on his face anyway. Speaking of, his face was now several inches farther away from mine as the new height kicked in, and his muscles ballooned outward, although he still wasn’t veiny. His clothes had grown with him, to my surprise, although I guess with the amount of money he made, custom clothing wasn’t an issue.

As he took in all of the changes I had made, he said, “Hey, I know it’s late, but do you want to go for another round before bed? I want to try out this new body, and especially this cock. Good thing it’s your last year here. Soon, we won’t have to worry about the time.”

The second round was somehow even better than the sex we’d been having before. His massive cock entered my gaping asshole and filled it perfectly. As his still-hardening cock grew inside me, I said, “Your cock is so long that it’ll come out of my mouth!”

“You mean your insides will rearrange themselves so that my cock comes out of your mouth.”

I tried to answer, but my mouth was suddenly filled with his cock, which poked just an inch past my lips.

“I’ve always wanted to do both of these things, but I never thought I’d do them at the same time!”

What do you mean?

And with that, he kissed me, and I slid even further down his pole, until I felt his balls pressing against my ass. I felt him shake and watched as he began to swallow what must have been at least half a gallon of cum based on how long it took him. I could feel my twin towers erupting as well, but not nearly as much as what he must have been producing.

That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, he thought.

You can say that again.

I don’t want to pull out.

You don’t have to. Not yet. Just pull out enough so that your cock isn’t in my mouth.


I felt him pull back about a foot of cock out of my butt before I let him know that I could breathe. As it receded down my throat, I could taste the cum on his cockhead.

“I love the feeling of you filling me up. Please don’t pull out yet.”

“I won’t. But you’d better get some sleep. You’ll need to be ready to get back into classes on Monday.”

“You’re right. Good night, Chris.”

“Good night, Colin.”

I drifted off in his arms, with his cock still inside me, contented and ready for another day of sex before classes started up again.

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That night, Chris found his way into my dreams, but not a version of him I had seen before. The man I saw before me was a giant, standing about three times my height, and he had six toes on each foot and six fingers on each hand. His body extended backwards like a centaur’s, but it was all human, other than his size and the two five-foot poles sticking out of both his front and hind crotches. These were positioned just below my eye level, as much of his height came from the two stacked torsos he had atop his legs. The lower torso was made up of seven rows of abs and five pecs organized into a row of three sitting atop a row of two, while the upper torso had a mere 8-pack and single row of three pecs. Six muscular arms branched out of the lower torso, and four more emerged from the upper one. As craned my neck up to look at his two large heads, they stared back down at me, seeming to gaze into my soul.

Say the words, and it could be true. You could have all of this.

No. He’s asleep. I can’t do this to him.

He wants this too. You know he does.

Fine. But not all at once. I’ll start small.

Small is good. How about this?

Suddenly, the image shifted to normal Chris, but the six fingers and toes were still there.

“Chris has six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot.”

Very good. Let’s see what he does.

I woke up with Chris still inside me and still asleep. As I gained more consciousness, I noticed a little bit of extra weight on my back—an extra finger on each hand. Had I really said that out loud?

I very carefully lifted myself out of his embrace and off of his massive schlong. It had softened in the night, but it still took a bit of maneuvering to get it out of me without waking him up. I made my way into the bathroom and locked myself in. I needed to think about what had happed.

Clearly, my subconscious wanted me to completely remake Chris into what I wanted him to be. But was I okay with changing him as he slept, unable to consent? I decided I wouldn’t reverse the fingers and toes, but I also wouldn’t change him any further until he woke up and I could talk to him about my dream. Besides, I didn’t even know if I’d be satisfied once I got to the endpoint shown in my dream. I wanted to keep savoring the moment of each change occurring, and I wanted to see what we could do together without resorting to the wildest transformations that I could imagine to spice up our lives. My pondering was interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door.

“Hey, Colin, is everything okay?”

“Yes, Chris. I just needed to think.”

“About what?”

“About possibilities. Would you mind if I subtly changed you every now and then? You’ll be aware of any changes I make, of course, unless you’d rather not, and you can always use our safe word if you don’t like any of the changes I make.”

“I think that’d be hot. By the way, thanks for the extra fingers. I’m really liking them.”

“Really? It’s a good thing you work from home so no one would ever really notice.”

“Yeah. I think I made the right choice in sharing my life with you. Your imagination is so far beyond anything I could ever think of.”

I opened the door. Chris was still naked, although the cum that I had covered him with last night had completely disappeared.

“I hope you don’t mind that I made your cum disintegrate into nothing two hours after it’s released.”

“Not at all. It makes cleanup so much easier. Oh, shit! You’re not supposed to be here! They’re doing a room inspection today and I’m pretty sure that I’m technically not supposed to have overnight guests in my room. I have an idea, though. You can shrink down proportionally to a quarter of your height and grow up to four times your height at will. The limits are based on your natural height, which is seven foot three at the moment. Go ahead and try shrinking, if you like. I don’t think growing would be a good idea in this room, but I figured that I should throw it in. Oh! You also have a separate stomach for voring people. A vored person will grow and shrink with you while inside you but will return to their natural size upon passing through your body. You may keep them inside you as long as you like, and you decide when they come out your asshole and are returned to the outside world. Your vore stomach is warm and half-filled with liquid, like a hot tub, and can expand as necessary to fit more people into it. Anyone inside will be able to breathe and will not get hungry or thirsty or need to poop while inside your body. Is that okay with you?”

“Is your plan to have me vore you? Because I’m the one that needs to be hidden.”

“No, of course not! I just wanted to establish a vore stomach as a thing that exists so you can give me one without taking the time to think of the hypotheticals. If you shrink down to your smallest size, I can vore you and then carry you with me in my belly. No one will check there, and since the mess has been cleaned up, they can’t prove that you were here overnight. All you have to do is give me a vore stomach. I promise to let you out when I think I can.”

“Honestly, having my own private hot tub sounds nice, even if it’s dark. Okay. You have a vore stomach that functions just like mine.”

“Thank you. Now, shrink down and let me vore you. We can still communicate through telepathy, and you should still be able to hear things happening outside. Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

As he said the words, his body began to dwindle in size. Smaller and smaller he shrank, until he stood just a couple inches shy of two feet tall.

That’s as low as I go.

I picked him up gently in my hand, and opened my mouth, allowing him to step feet-first into my open maw.

Are you ready?

Ready as I’ll ever be.

I swallowed, and let my esophagus pull him in as my jaw stretched a little bit to fully swallow him. I could tell that he wasn’t going down the usual food passage, and I felt him as a decent-sized bulge sliding down into where I assumed my vore stomach was. He stopped in my abdomen, giving me a little bit of a paunch where before I had nothing but skin, bone, somewhat small abs, but it didn’t look like it was too out of the ordinary.

Are you comfortable in there?

So comfortable. I could stay here all day.

You might have to.

I’d love to.

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I walked around with Chris inside me all day. It was hot, feeling him shift around inside my body. Every once in a while, I would feel a kick, and based on the increasing frequency of them, I was pretty sure he knew that it was turning me on.

I decided to hit up the campus gym. I hadn’t been in a while, ever since my course load got too heavy to fit working out into my schedule a couple of years ago, but I figured I would give Chris a fun time riding in my stomach and get a chance to work some muscles other than my ass.

Walking into the gym, I was surprised to find it relatively deserted. There were a few people scattered about, but the only one I recognized was Henry, who was a GA in one of my classes last year. He was 6’4, blond, and had a lanky frame, but his arms and pecs were quite sizable considering his general lankiness. He had a short, well-kept beard and beautiful hazel eyes that seemed almost golden in color, but the most striking this about him was his neck, which had to be at least five inches long, maybe even six.

I casually made my way over to the bench press (apparently it was pec day for him) and offered to spot for him. He agreed, and he offered to spot for me when I took the weights up. After our workout, we started talking about our lives since the end of last semester.

“Hey, we haven’t talked in a while, Henry. What’s been going on in your life since May?”

“Well, my boyfriend dumped me.”

“Jeremy? Why would he ever dump you?”

“He said that it just didn’t feel right. Like, he didn’t love me anymore. It hurt at first, but it’s given me a reason to work out more. And I don’t hate him. Sometimes love will just be like that. It’s a messy thing, you know?”

“Tell me about it. Relationships are hard. Being polyamorous sucks when you have a boyfriend, because then everyone’s like ‘Oh, he’s taken’ and I’m like, no, I’m not, there’s room for another partner in my life, stop making assumptions.”

“You have a boyfriend?”

“It’s a recent development. He’s not a student here, and kind of wealthy, so I guess you could say he’s a sugar daddy. But he’s also young and attractive. So, I guess you could call him my boyfriend. Although there’s always room for some messing around, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, if you’re offering. Is your boyfriend going to be okay with it?”

“Oh, he’ll be there. I was hoping we could have a threesome, although I’m sure we could pair off if you’d prefer.”

“I’m just worried that it’ll be weird if I’m there.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’s going to be fine with it. Actually, he’s probably heard this whole conversation.”

“What? How?”

“Come by my room tonight, and I’ll show you.”

As we started to shower, Henry turned to me. “I don’t think I can wait until tonight. You’ve got two—Two?!—gigantic cocks that are just begging me to suck them off.”

“Have at it then.”

Colin, may I change Henry? Your cocks are a bit too big for him as he is.

Yes. But change him as little as possible. I want to save any big changes for tonight.


I watched as Henry took one of my cockheads into his mouth, and then, feeling suddenly inspired, took the other one too. His tongue snaking its way between my cocks felt so good as he slowly took more and more of them in. After about the first eight inches, he stopped, and I sensed some nervousness in him about continuing.

“Don’t worry, Henry,” I said. “You can take them. All you have to do is keep going.”

With my words of encouragement, he resumed his efforts to choke down my cocks. I could feel them sliding deeper and deeper down his throat, and I could see his neck bulging outward a bit as he continued to push towards my balls. I started moaning, and he redoubled his efforts, and soon his tongue was exploring my ball sack as his throat muscles massaged my cocks. I came then, shooting what felt like pints of cum straight into his stomach. He didn’t even have to swallow; I was so deep into him. I watched as his stomach inflated a little bit, almost as much as mine had from voring Chris, and he slid backwards off of my cocks. I noticed some cum decorating his abs briefly before being washed away by the shower water, presumably from his fat six-incher.

I forgot to tell you. I upped the amount of cum you produce. I hope you don’t mind.

Are you kidding me? I love it! And I think Henry liked it too.

Should I increase his cum production as well?

Hold off until tonight. But make sure that he’s able to cum again tonight.

Got it.

“That’s just a taste of what’s going to happen tonight.”

“It gets better!? We should wait then. I don’t know if I’ll be able to cum again tonight.”

“Don’t worry about that. Just make sure you come by my room at 8.”

“That’s so early!”

“I have morning classes to get to. I’m a double major, remember? Just because I have wild sex doesn’t mean I can’t be a good student.”

“Fine. 8 pm it is. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, Henry.”

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Student body president by BRK Being a warlock at school can be a pain—especially if everybody knows. 2,906 words Added Sep 2004 25k views 5.0 stars (4 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Self-suck•Multicock•Muscle Growth•Muscle/Strength•Stretchy•Size Increase•Witch/Warlock/Wizard•Complete

Dragon’s Horde: Drunk on the groove by STrRedWolf A local DJ and neighbor of Red's overdoes it at the Dragon's Horde... and the next day, he's feeling rather green... and rather hung. 1,573 words Added Mar 2017 9,966 views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Balls•Hyper Cock•Multi-balls•Multiarm•Anthro/Furry•Alcohol

A miracle on 69th Street 2: Jingle bed rock by Ziel After the events of “A Miracle on 69th Street”, Nick visits Kris’s home at the North Pole only to find out that there is a strange caveat for having visitors in the magical land. 5,393 words Added Dec 2017 6,982 views 5.0 stars (2 votes) No comments yet •Cock Growth•Huge Cock•Hyper Cock•Size Decrease•Christmas

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