“Let’s see…” I sat down and wrote: “I’m 2 meters tall, with 10% bodyfat”. At the age of 30, I was actually happy with how I looked, so I didn’t change it for the moment. The height-change was fun, I felt my body expanding from my initial 1,90m upwards. I never was small to begin with, but the extra height was a fun idea. More substantially, my body fat before was at 23%, which resulted in me looking far skinnier than before. I looked into the mirror, and really liked the look of it. I wasn’t scrawny to begin with, I had a few muscles on me already. I looked like an off-season swimmer—if there even is something like that. My huge dick looked even bigger now than before.
I scratched my hairy chest and thought about how big I wanted to be. I thought about the fast way but decided to do more of a research thing. I sat down and wrote: “I’m as muscular as a guy that went to the gym for a hard workout 3 times a week for a year”. The letters surrounded me and attached themselves onto my arms, chest and legs. I felt a rush of power, as my muscles grew in front of my eyes. It felt amazing. After about four minutes, my transformation was done. I looked at the mirror and saw a moderately buff guy, that was already sight to behold. I was pretty hot. But I knew I could do better. I wrote: “I’m as muscular as a guy that went to the gym 5 times a week for 5 years”. I shuddered, as the letters attached themselves to me. A blast of power entered my body and was pushed to every piece of it. I felt my arms getting huge and my legs bursting with power. My abs were now pushing outside into an intense 8-pack. I roared and flexed. While transforming, I wrote “I’m as muscular as a guy training 6 times a week for 10 years”. I screamed. The power! I flexed so hard, my muscles were straining at a level I wasn’t aware was possible. I touched my pecs and rubbed my nipples, and my entire body was screaming with power and pleasure. I was getting absolutely huge. I realised I was now achieving what I wrote earlier, a full body orgasm. Every part of my body was showering in delight and I came for 5 minutes straight, my dick shooting at maximum power and covering every bit of my apartment with cum. I lay down and shot a fountain of jizz at the ceiling. I touched every piece of my body, and held my cock so firmly, it got even harder than it was. I actually ran out of cum in the end. I was so satisfied and happy after that, it was eye-opening. I realised that every bit of fear, anxiety and doubt had just vanished. I felt cleansed. And sexy as hell. And I wasn’t done. I typed in “my apartment is clean and tidy” to get rid of all the mess I’ve caused. I actually had to take the letters into my hand myself and toss them around, as the desk was sticky as well. Fortunately, the device wasn’t affected at all. I took another glance at the mirror and nearly came again. I was incredibly hot.
I stepped back and typed “I look like the most masculine, most handsome guy while retaining my normal facial features—they are only going to be enhanced to their absolute best form.” And “My body is always perfectly proportioned for my size”. I don’t know why I wrote that last sentence, but it did affect my body in a very good way. I was extremely muscular, but now every muscle became the size I actually loved it to be. I looked like wet dream. My facial features were somewhat the same, but I looked more rugged and manly. I grew a thick short beard and my blue eyes glimmered back at me.
I watched the clock. It was late already, so I decided to finish this day with a grand finale. I heaved my heavy body to the desk and wondered what I could write. Having experienced some of the most intense orgasms a living being has ever had, I shortly was afraid of having run out of ideas. But the feeling didn’t last long.
I wrote: “I have an identical clone, that acts out my every order”. The letters flew around and in front of me, I stood. We were both amazed, even if ‘creating’ someone didn’t seem extreme in comparison. He looked at me and just said “Hi, don’t forget I’m still you in a way.”
He was right. I typed “I’ll never do any harm to my twin.” He seemed content about that. “Now what do you want us to do?” he asked playfully.
I replied: “Simple stuff, you’ll fuck and suck me, for starters.”
He nodded and said all right. “Be sure to make the most of it”, he added. And he was right. He was me after all. We both sat down in front of the device, planning our little session. After a while, we both concluded the most intense stuff we could think about at this very moment.
“All right,” he said. He leaned over to kiss me. Letters flew onto us, making us the best lovers in the world. It was sort of deluxe-masturbation, kissing your own clone. Also, very interesting from a personal kind of view. I was a darn excellent kisser. We stood up and touched our two 35 cm cocks, which came to life very quickly. We lay on the ground 69 style and started sucking each other off as best as we could. The next batch of letters flew across the room, making us able to deepthroat each other off completely. Having my twins’ dick in my mouth and throat, I squirmed out of pleasure. And so did he. I was too slow though and started orgasming into my clone’s mouth. Remember the utterance “Every orgasm will be better than the last one”? I rolled my eyes and came so much and heavily, I wasn’t able to say a word. And he drank it all. Calmly, yet with vigour, my clone picked me up gently with a kiss, and placed me in front of him. His strength, my strength, was so fucking hot, it made me hard again instantly. “Your turn,” he said.
Letters flew across the room. “Remember left and right. And both,” he said cheekily. I sure remembered. We kissed and I went down to his nipples. I sucked and licked the left one while holding his massive dick. “Licking and sucking the left nipple of the last cum-drinker will result in a bigger dick and balls,” the letters had said. “Per 15 seconds, 1 cm in length x 0,15 cm in width. 15% increase in ball-size.” Oh, and I did. I loved to see my-second-self grow. I licked him good. He growled and his dick grew bigger and firmer every minute. I stopped after 2 minutes, leaving him at a gigantic 43x8,75 cm long dick and some truly massive balls.
“Fuck yeah,” he shouted. “Now go for the right.” Oh, I did. I licked his right nipple good. And he started screaming with pure pleasure. “go harder” he said. And I did. His entire body beefed up. He became more muscular and muscular by the second. After about 4 minutes he couldn’t take it anymore and came so hard his stream of cum actually pushed me away from him, leaving me completely soaked. He panted and his massive body came towards me.
Now it’s my turn. He slowly grasped me, lifted me up, fucked me and sucked me off. He replaced his hands to my pecs and started massaging both my nipples. Letters flew across the room. I was in heaven. “Licking, sucking or massaging both of the last cum-drinkers’ nipples will result in a bigger dick, balls and muscles, as well as a raise of 25% in cum volume and orgasm intensity per 10 seconds. The individual can’t cum until at least 10 minutes have passed. Growth ratios are doubled.” The pleasure… The force. I wanted to cum, but it seemed like the bar to cum has been set to unfathomable heights. Heights I’m slowly reaching. The power and the might assembling in me was too much. I grew and grew as he fucked and sucked and massaged the hell out of me. He was cumming nonstop already. I was on the verge. One minute left. I was massive, I was glad my apartment could withstand the sheer massiveness of my body. 30 seconds. My dick was gargantuan, my muscles gigantic. 10 seconds. Oh. My. Fucking. God. 188.8.131.52.1….
The lake was calm. We both laid down, bodies back to normal, and watched the sun rise. “Glad we typed ‘We’ll never run out of ideas’,” he said.