My Fantasy Shop

by West

 Charlie decides to bite the bullet and find out what that mysterious shop down the street is. What he finds makes him wish he did it sooner.

Added: Nov 2021 Updated: 15 Oct 2022 6,030 words 5,870 views 4.6 stars (9 votes)

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The night was just like any other to me: painfully depressing thanks in part to my tiny dick. I had measured it plenty of times before, hoping for a change; only to be disappointed in its 2.95 inch length. That’s hard, by the way. I’m only 1.5 inches soft. 26 years I had been without a date, or any sort of passion-driven relationship, all because of that big tiny problem. I was too embarrassed most of my life to search for one, I knew there are guys out there who can look past it. But for the longest time I couldn’t myself, until tonight. Tonight was the night I would finally try and hookup with someone, anyone. I was beginning to get desperate.

My foggy, sex driven mind had a plan. There was a pop-up corner shop nearby that sold “exquisite and personalized trinkets of pleasure”—or so it claimed.

I took off down the street to the store and was amazed when I entered. Covering the walls were murals of huge dudes getting fucked by huge dudes, shelves stocked full of toys and devices, and a very sexy guy working the register.

“Welcome to your fantasy,” he said. “We offer a wide range of exactly what you’re looking for, if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask.”

I had to think about what he said for a moment because I was lost in his bright green eyes. The way he talked to me made me feel like the only other person in the world. As he stepped out from behind the counter and approached me I could see he was wearing nothing more than suspenders with a name tag that read “Z”, and a mesh thong. He was quite fit with ample muscles covered in a light dusting of hair all around. His pecs looked meaty without being too large, just enough to bend his suspenders.

“I’m just looking,” I said, which is my natural answer to everything.

“There is no need to look, we have exactly what you need. Allow me to grab it for you.” And with that he turned down an aisle, giving me a good look at his ass bouncing up and down with each step he took. After a few steps he stopped and bent down to grab a pill bottle and return back to me. He approached me even closer than before, mere inches from my body. I looked at him as he uncovered what he brought back, it was in fact a bottle of supplements, though not the normal kind. They were unlabeled—in fact, everything in the store was. Weird.

“One of these will grant what you desire most for 24 hours. They will keep working with diminished effects afterwards. After 48 hours you will return to normal.” The way he said it, I was instantly sold. Damn, he was a good salesman.

I walked behind him back to the register, staring at his bubble butt once again. “The products you see in the shop are free of charge, and come with a demonstration in order for you to understand how they work. We take pride in our products and offer a love guarantee, or we fix it. Would you like the demonstration?” He looked at me with those eyes again, eager for me to answer yes.

All I could manage was a nod of my head, which he happily accepted with a smile. Z pushed a button behind the counter and I heard the door behind him unlock. He signalled me to follow him as he entered through the door. Behind it was a room I could best describe as a bedroom turned up to 10. I had wandered over to the dresser where Z had placed the bottle down with the orders to take 2 with a drink. The only problem was, I had no drink, or so I thought. When I turned around to express my concern, Z was standing behind me fully naked, cock out ready to go.

“Taking the pills with the host’s cum can often improve your well-being,” he explained as his thick 6-inch cock began leaking. I took the cue and popped the pills in my mouth before taking his dick in my hand to direct it into my mouth. Z shot down my throat rope after rope of his cum, filling me up and ensuring the product would work. I swallowed it all along with the pills as Z explained further what they would do.

I stripped off all my clothes, a little embarrassed but ready for my first time. My body was similar to his, I was well built and lean, rising 6’1 tall. Plenty of people had called me hot over the years, but I couldn’t agree with them with my dick in its current state.

He got my ass ready for his cock and pushed himself in. As soon as he was inside me I could feel something changing. At first it felt like a pressure was building up in my groin, the longer Z’s dick was inside me the more pressure built up. Then finally as he began thrusting (which felt amazing by the way) the pressure dissipated and I began to feel a tingling in my own dick. I looked down at my embarrassment. I thought it was just my eyes at first but no, my tiny fucking dick was getting bigger. Slowly it was lengthening its way into the air, I couldn’t help but watch it go. All my life I had wanted it to be bigger and now it finally was. I came to the realization that this was a product of those supplements Z had sold me on. Looking over at him confirmed my speculation.

“As you can see, your dick is in fact growing larger. The pills allow you to both take the size of whoever is fucking you and also the dick that is inside your body. As I continue to fuck you, you will share my 6 inch dick, it will be identical to mine in every way. Since I am the first, you permanently keep this new dick. With others you will lose half the size after 24 hours, and after 48 hours you fully revert. I suggest you don’t let that happen. If someone is smaller than 6 inches, your dick will grow to 1.5 times their size, increasing the smaller they are, up to 2.5 times.”

With a wink Z released his load inside me as my dick grew identical to his own. I still couldn’t believe it, my dick was now a thick 6 inches, Z’s dick was stunning. He told me I was free to continue browsing or leave to get started. I thanked him and headed home.

“Come see me again when you desire something new!”

When I got home I was actually pretty exhausted from what happened so I went to bed early. The next day I woke with some morning wood—my new double-sized wood. I could get used to this. After I showered I stuffed my new 3.5 inch softie into my favorite pair of undies and loved the feeling of it being cradled. Fortunately for me (now at least) I lived in an apartment above a gay bar, so I figured finding a boy for the day shouldn’t be too difficult.

Even though it was 11 o’clock there were plenty of guys inside. One of the cool things about this bar is it was perfect for hookups, if you were there to hook up the bartenders would give you a specially marked glass for your drink, to let others know your intentions. I sat down and ordered a drink with a golden glass as my eyes fell upon a hot ginger a few stools away from me. We eyed each other before he got up and moved next to me.

“The name’s Kendall, and you?” the striking man directed towards me as he held out a hand.

“Charlie,” I replied while reaching out to shake his strong hand. His grip was even stronger than mine and we immediately pulled each other in for a kiss. He was direct, I liked it. We continued chatting with each other while exchanging a kiss here and there. I took a minute to really get a good look at Kendall’s body. His orange hair was dark, he probably dyes it this color. It was kept styled and clean, implying he takes care of himself. Looking at his face I got lost in his eyes again, they were friendly and looked like amber in the bar lighting. The rest of him only complimented his looks, he clearly frequented the gym with muscles in all the right places. His arms were strong, maybe 16 inches cold. The henley he was wearing wasn’t trying to hide his chest at all, the thick muscles pushed against the fabric of his shirt begging to be released. And as my eyes drifted lower, I could see a great bulge nestled in between his muscular legs.

“I live just upstairs, care to take this conversation up there?” My confidence shocked me, a bigger dick meant a bigger boost to that. He nodded, and I grabbed his hand and ushered him to my apartment. The first man I ever brought home and he was gorgeous. Kendall complimented how clean and tidy I kept things while simultaneously removing his shirt. Doing so freed his thick pecs and revealed his 6-pack abs, both of which were covered in a fair amount of hair, certainly a plus for me. I moved closer to him and followed his lead and removed my own shirt to show off my torso. He leaned over and trailed kisses all along my chest and stomach before reaching for the waistband of my shorts to pull them down. Again I followed his lead and did the same to him, but I wasn’t expecting him to have no underwear on at all. With Kendall’s dick now in front of my face I couldn’t help but gawk at its size, what are the odds that he’s huge all over? His big rod hung down at least 5.5 inches totally soft, he was half an inch smaller than me while hard, well not for long.

At this point my heart is racing and I’m getting increasingly horny in anticipation for what was to come. I swallowed two pills and allowed him to remove my undies so we could both be naked. Kendall’s muscular body felt empowering near me, he was big and strong and all mine for the day. I grabbed his dick in my hand and stroked it hard, watching as it grew longer and harder, excited that soon I would have the very same thing. He was hard as steel and maybe 9 inches long. Now I was super horny and eager to take him on.

“Ready to kick this up a notch?” he asked.

“Hell yes, I’m ready for you.” Even my responses were eager. I spread my legs and he began eating my ass. Can’t say I hate the feeling, especially when it’s a total hunk servicing me. Once he deemed my hole ready, he guided his big dick gently inside me. Just like before I felt the pressure build up, but Z let his dick rest inside me whereas Kendall got straight to thrusting. The pleasure I was in was incomparable, even more so as the pressure relieved and my cock began to copy his. It grew even thicker, sprouting a few thick veins across its shaft, and of course got much longer. As Kendall continued ramming me my dick finished copying all 9 inches of his pride and glory. He felt amazing throughout the whole thing, and felt even more amazing attached to me.

We carried on for what must have been an hour, flipping each other over to return the favor every now and then. He wasn’t at all fazed by the fact I now had an exact copy of his dick—maybe that was one of the effects, I’d have to ask Z about it next time I was at the shop. After having hot sex for an hour you start to get sticky, so I led Kendall further into my apartment and into the shower where I soaped up his big muscular body while he did the same to me. Our dicks hung and swung heavily between our legs, perfect mirror images of each other. He took mine in his hand as he began to scrub it, still now aware it was also his own. I quite enjoyed my time caressing my hands across Kendall’s beefy muscles, I had never dreamt of doing such a thing. He felt so strong and masculine, he was what I desired. He also felt passionate with me, reciprocating that I was some of the best sex he’d had in a while.

It was hard to let him go, but we had exchanged numbers and I had a strong feeling I would be seeing him again soon. He kissed me goodbye and gave a light slap on my ass, before walking out my door. Suddenly my dick ached—it too was sad that that absolute hunk of a man just walked out of our lives. At least for now. Plus, I still had a piece of him that I could tell I was going to enjoy for the next couple days.

Just a few seconds after Kendall had left, I was already exploring the dick he gave me. Basically 6 inches of meat swung between my thighs now, another new feeling to me. And what a feeling it is, to have something thick and heavy swinging around, flaunting its big size. I ran a hand across its surface, the big veins that ran across its surface giving it some nice texture. Kendall’s dick was perfect to me. Now came the sad part for me, I had to get dressed again and cover up this bad boy. But that’s a bit difficult when your dick becomes double the size it used to be, my current underwear wouldn’t cut it. Luckily I knew a place I could get some. I pulled on some gym shorts and took off down the street to go see Z.

“Welcome back Charlie, I can sense you’ve already put the first product to good use.” He gestured to my bigger package underneath my clothes. “Strip,” he demanded, though in a pleasant way I was more than happy to oblige.

I pulled them down and he smiled at me, “Well well well, someone got lucky with his first fuck!”

“I have to thank you for that one, Z, but now I’m here for something to cov—” A finger to my lips cut me off.

“Hush, I know exactly what you’re here for, remember?” He spun around and down another aisle, gesturing to follow. We stopped at a rack of undies, more specifically briefs of all designs. I wasn’t the kind of guy to be confident enough wearing a thong or jockstrap, not even with the confidence boost this big dick has given me. But these briefs were exactly what I was looking for. Z handed me a lime green pair, “Here, this pair should suit your bulge nicely. It has extra room for breathability and also enhances the shape to make it more enticing. Try them on.” I slipped them on over my legs and as soon as I placed my goods in the pouch I felt the fabric contour along it, until pushing the sides out to create what I can best describe as a shaped bulge. You know, like it looks stuffed but it’s not. It looked nice and full, which I guess at my size that’s not exactly hard to do. Bonus points because my ass looked fuller, and I’m guessing it was.

“I can tell by that look on your face there’s more. Very well. Come.” Z waved at me to follow him back to the aisles. He stopped in front of a row of arms, like actual people arms. As usual the selection was everything and anything I needed it to be. “Two ways to use these. Either put them on yourself and your body will absorb them like their own. Or whoever you fuck tonight will simply grow a new set of arms identical to their original. The choice is yours, come see me when you’ve decided.”

There was no hesitation from me. All right there was actually a lot going on in my mind. There was a set of arms that looked like they belonged to a gymnast, who was also a tattoo artist and liked to work on himself. Assuming these beefy arms would be heavy I was pleasantly surprised to find they were hollow. Makes sense, duh. Hollow arms to slip on and morph into my own. Sure enough as soon as they were both pulled on there was a moment of extreme suction as they became mine. Another moment later and all my nerves had linked to my new arms. I held them up in disbelief. Huge, dense mountains of inked up muscle; now proud to call them my arms. It was like my arms were supercharged. My old arms fizzled into existence in the spot on the shelf I took these bad boys off of. Guess I can always go back to normal.

Z saw me coming up the aisle to the counter. “Ah excellent choice, Charlie. Por qué no los dos, just like the commercials say. I went ahead and fetched you this tank top to go with your new jock. Off you go, enjoy tonight while it is still young! Do come see me again, I’ve grown quite fond of your fantasies.” And with that I headed back to my apartment. Only I realized that not only was I just wearing the lime green jock, but I was a 90% naked dude carrying a random pair of arms and a tank draped across them. If anyone saw me they would be sure to call the cops and claim I was some kind of deranged serial killer with an arm fetish. That thought was enough to get me to push through, after all the bar and my apartment were in my sight. As I passed the bar a cute couple walked out and let out a whistle after seeing me, red with embarrassment. I stumbled towards the next door but managed to get inside without fucking up.

Climbing the stairs to my apartment while carrying regular everyday groceries was usually enough to mildly wind me. However with these new guns of mine I barely even noticed any faint strain. I was dying to try them out. Luckily a few years ago I impulsively bought a set of hardcore dumbbells that I touched once and decided never again. They were just off the staircase in my storage closet, I just had to figure out where to put these arms. Cue a sharp pain in my crotch. And there go the arms fumbling onto the floor as I stumble and join them shortly after. What the fuck is this and why does it hurt so goddamn bad?? Z’s words flashed in my mind “you lose half size after 24 hours…” Has it already been that long since meeting Kendall? My new arms dug into the jock in an attempt to comfort my aching junk. Sure enough even with my meatier hands I could tell Kendall was fading away. The weird thing for me wasn’t that it just immediately shrank, but the fact that I was looking at 50% me and 50% Kendall. Like our dick’s had a little dick baby who was actually an above-average dick baby. My hands cradled my crotch until the pain eventually faded away after the most excruciating minute of my life. Why had all the other transformations felt so good and this didn’t? Doesn’t matter now, let’s see how these muscles work.

Opening the closet door I was presented with the near pristine weights. They were those all metal ones with the little plates you could add or remove to adjust the weight how you’d like. Perfect for testing my new limits. Well I got a little carried away and added up everything without realizing it, the max weight was 80 pounds which I eagerly reached for. Only to be struggling with it a bit. With enough willpower I started curling, my new arm muscles bulging and burning. It felt so fucking good. Soon enough I was picking up the pace and things got easier and easier. Just a quick 50 reps to get the blood flowing. Speaking of, my dick was reacting to my workout and was standing full mast again, 50% me 50% Kendall, 7.5 inches.

What a fucking rush. My whole body was pumped full of blood and I felt so strong and horny at the same time. I slipped on the tank that Z gave me and it immediately sucked into my body, accentuating my faint pecs and abs. “Huh it really does go with the jock” I whispered to myself. As hot as it was seeing myself like this, policy downstairs was still to be covered. I meandered over to my bedroom and hopped into a pair of (most likely dirty) sweatpants. As soon as those bad boys were over my jock I felt a new odd sensation. I knew that I was still wearing something underneath, but lo and behold there was a sizeable dick print on the front of the sweatpants. That shop never ceased to amaze me. Z had me hooked. A wave of fatigue washed over me just as suddenly as the energized pump had. As horny as I was now, I needed to rest. Tomorrow was a new day.

I woke up early afternoon the next day, my muscles felt rested and I was good to go. Despite sleeping in these clothes and just waking up, I looked ready for the day. I stepped into the hallway and slipped on my shoes. The short walk down to the bar felt eerily quiet for being a Saturday afternoon. Walking into the residents only backdoor, all doubt was soon gone. The place was packed with guys. Then I remembered that Cameron, the owner, implemented a silent hour on Saturdays as sort of a different approach to things. In addition to the golden glass, if you wanted to pick someone up you had to do it mime style. It was a fun and different way to try things out. He saw me shortly and served me up the night’s mystery drink in a golden glass.

Whatever it was wasn’t it, some of the worst flavors mixed together. I looked at him with glaring eyes and he gave a silent laugh. He was a great guy, one of the best looking too. That combo was hard to come by these days. Cameron had been a good friend of mine ever since I moved in, and we both used his home gym together. His progress was always shocking to me. He had started out taller and slimmer than me, but in the three years I’ve resided here he far surpassed me in size. Even my new arms were no match for his own hard earned muscle. The guy was tall, buff, and a total people pleaser. The perfect package. I’d never seen his dick but if it was like the rest of him then I bet it was great too. We never really spoke about our “boys” to each other. I was pretty sure he was straight, which was strange as the owner of a gay bar.

After a few failed attempts from guys trying to mime their way into my pants, I felt a little off about the night. I approached Cam and gave the universal signal for “not feeling it.” He nodded and pat my back as I walked past him to the residents door. Once outside a heavy sigh left my throat and I decided to walk over to see if Z had something to cheer me up.

The bell above the door rang when I stepped inside. Sure enough there was Z at the counter, his perfect pecs pulling at the suspenders strewn along them. He was a great sight to see honestly, he had become a sort of friend to me. A really strange friend that I wasn’t sure was real or not. I held my hand up in a weak wave and he was already on his way over to me. That mesh thong presenting his, or our, dick well; lightly bobbing up and down, left to right as he walked towards me. “I know that look well. Meet me in aisle 14.”

“But I have no idea where that is!”

“You’ll find it. Listen to your heart.” His voice was always mesmerizing. His choice of words were simple yet there was something about it that just made it so calming. I opened my heart and my feet started moving further into the massive mystical shop. Rounding a corner near the back of the store I saw Z’s bubbly ass pointed to the sky as he rummaged inside a chest on the floor. Without looking up he held out a package of what looked like those Listerine pocketpaks.

I snatched it and he stood up. “Your eyes told me there is someone you wish to bond closer to, this will help. Use one of these and the next sentence you speak will sway any man you speak to. Do be careful with your choice however; unlike many things in this shop these have a slight limitation, whoever you use it on will be fully aware at first. Slowly over time their brain will be rewired to accept more of what you say.” Z buddy, I could almost kiss you.

Returning to the bar I opened the pocketpak and placed a strip on my tongue. It was minty with a hint of magic. I saw a group leave before entering. Cam was right near the door clearing off a table of three golden glasses which I assumed belonged to that group I just saw leave, since there was no one else in the bar.

My eyes lit up when I saw him, and he directed his attention towards me. “Hey Cam, let’s go upstairs and hang out. I’m sure it’ll be all right to close up early tonight.” Now that wasn’t worded the best but I didn’t know how else to approach it. He just kind of looked at me for a second before I saw him ease up.

“You don’t know how glad I am that you asked. I needed an excuse to close early, tonights been such a bust I need a break.” His voice was rough but sweet. He locked the door and I grabbed him into an embrace. We were never awkward about supporting each other, in a way we both used each other as a free therapist. He welcomed my new muscular arms across his shoulder. I gave him a quick squeeze as we walked towards the backdoor together. His apartment was to the left of mine, the only two in the building actually. I followed him inside. Before the door even closed he was tearing his uniform off his strong, tall body. Nothing I wasn’t used to, except for when he started to peel off his boxers.

“Cam, when I said hang out I didn’t mean literally hanging out!” He just looked over at me and mouthed ‘oh’ but didn’t stop. Of course I did have the intent of having him fuck me later, but Z’s words made me think that part would take a while. All I could do was stare at the big man I had a crush on slowly continue to remove the last bit of modesty off his toned body. If there was any doubt about liking Cam before, it was all gone. His cock flopped free, a little bit smaller than mine. If I had to guess it was 3.3 inches totally soft.

Speaking of me, I was back to 100% me at this point. It was a bit sad to leave all of Kendall behind but it’s not like I wasn’t still sporting a great dick anymore. Cameron really was the complete package. His dick was the most beautifully shaped rods I’ve ever seen. Just like the rest of him it was impossibly hot. It hung over to the right just a bit and was accentuated by his light dusting of hair that covered most of his body. My mouth was watering at this point.

“Sorry man, you just don’t know how shitty today was. I just really needed to let loose. Hope you don’t mind, I mean we’re both comfortable with each other. If you wanted to, maybe you could join me?” He almost sounded eager for me to do just that. Was what Z gave me working faster than I thought? Well there was no reason to let him be the only naked one if my whole plan was to get him in bed. As I reached back to take off my tank, I felt Cam grab the waistband of my sweatpants and pull them down.

This is moving way quicker than I anticipated, but that wasn’t so much of a bad thing. My jockstrap returned to the previous shapely bulge it was pre sweatpants before Cam and I both tore them off. I glanced down and saw he was now sporting a semi, had I been wrong about him being straight? Seeing him like that turned me on too, and I needed to suck him off.

I knelt down then and there and swallowed his semi. He even tasted perfect, like suede with a hint of sweetness. Cam was reacting well to me sucking his dick, letting out some soft moans. Then he let out a slight yelp before continuing with his moans. At first I didn’t think much of it, but then I saw his arms shift. And then I saw his other arms grab those arms feeling himself up. I was in disbelief and the it hit me, Z told me whoever I fucked tonight would grow a new set if I bought those arms at the store! Blowjobs technically counted as fucking. Cameron’s second set of arms were just as huge as his originals, the only difference being they didn’t copy the sleeve of star tattoos he had on both originals. He wasn’t even aware that he now had four muscle arms, I’m guessing Z forgot to mention that part. It was almost like to Cam, he always had them.

Soon my sucking was too much for him to handle and he shot his load down my throat. It was intoxicating. Cam had one set of arms on his hips and another guiding my head back and forth along his dick. Once he was out of cum I pulled off, wow his dick was a grower. I wasn’t expecting to pull out over 7 inches of cock from my mouth with what had gone in.

Knowing what was about to happen next, I popped two of Z’s pills into my mouth as well as another strip. The pills would react well to the large supply of Cameron’s cum inside my stomach. Wasting no time I spoke out, “That was hot, but why don’t you show me what you can do with that dick, big guy.” He picked me up with his four strong arms and carried me effortlessly to the couch where I waited for him to dominate me. Whether he was soft or rough I didn’t care anymore. All I wanted was him inside me. He gently pushed my dick towards my abs and readied his dick in front of my hole before pushing in. It was heavenly. I started moving my own body to his rhythm and we were perfectly in sync. His large dick filled me up perfectly, and my words earlier were wearing off on him. I had no doubt in my mind he was already skilled with fucking someone, but now he was even better.

My own dick started building up pressure and I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. The pressure released and I managed to pick my head up enough to watch my dick morphing into Cameron’s skilled fuck stick. It was just as perfect as his, and then it started getting bigger and fatter until it was double thick and 50% longer before I exploded from the pressure build up. My cum shooting out in strong thick spurts I closed my eyes in bliss. Sometime in between spurts I felt a second stream hit my chest and I opened my eyes to see two of Cameron’s extra sized cocks sprouted from my groin. It seemed as though there was an unexpected interaction with the copy pills and the set of arms. How could I complain though? I had two fucking dicks. Cam pulled his out of my red ass and shoved it between my two dicks, joining in on the cum flowing onto my chest. He grabbed my rods and stroked them as he ran more hands along my torso before leaning forward and kissing me.

Our combined cum production was insane. Everything about tonight was insane. Cameron had four hugely muscled arms on his sexy body, and I had two plus sized Cameron dicks on mine. My twin 10.5 inch boners throbbing as they slowly deflated while sandwiched between our bodies. I was going to roll him over before I remembered we were on his couch. Instead I wrapped my arms around his back and down to massage the big globes of muscle that he called his ass. Each cheek was dense and jiggled happily to my touch. He continued to kiss me relentlessly and I thought it wouldn’t get any better than this.

Eventually Cameron eased up and stood up. Holy shit, was he always that big? I swear his body was bigger than before, and he was a good four inches taller. Was that all from me calling him a “big guy” while under the effect of those strips? I stood up next to him, before I would have been eye level with his mouth, he was just an inch or two taller. But now I was looking at the bottom of his adams apple. I couldn’t believe it, I knew the stuff Z gave me was strong stuff, but being able to alter someone with a sentence was nutty. I just grew a man bigger by calling him a big guy. Oddly enough the only thing that didn’t change was his dick. Unless we could his larger dicks that were now on me. Fully soft, my twins were just under 5 inches long. Compared to Cameron, that was a difference of 1.65 inches. Just like with Kendall two nights earlier, he wasn’t at all aware he was staring at his own rod multiplied.

“I gotta say Charlie, tonight was just what I needed. You’ve opened my eyes up to my true self. I had always felt like men were a possibility for me and now I’m sure they are. I’m just hoping whoever I meet is lucky enough to be double hung like you.”

 

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