Luciano’s flatmate Noel decides to give him a special Christmas present: a notebook that guarantees that everything written in it is true. The notebook is as powerful as it sounds, although it also seems to be affected by Luciano’s desires and perhaps its own innate mischievousness, creating a snowball effect that twists the entire world.
Luciano woke up drooling, after falling asleep in their apartment’s bathtub, early in the morning. Slowly, he raised his four hands and groped his massive chest, which shocked him somewhat—he had always been tight and had always had a nice body, but this? He didn’t use to have pecs as broad as televisions and as thick as pillows, much less two pairs of them! And they surely didn’t use to be crowned with nice drooling nipples either! Then he gasps, as he feels his cocks trembling, noticing that he had three of them throbbing atop his abs. Immediately thereafter, as he groped his oozing slits, and moaned from it, he realizes that he is sleeping covered not in warm water, but in a pool of his own pre!
In shock, Luciano gasped and lifts himself, pre splashing everywhere and drooling down his enormous muscles, as his mind was flooded with new and old memories—he had changed himself, and the world. That was real, and this was his new self! This was his new reality! He started groping his body, realizing it was truly hot and deliciously existent—his buns were this thick now, and his hungry rear hole was indeed penetrated by a thick 80-centimeters-long plug to help keep his muscles comfortable down there.
Luciano then remembered the notebook, and he immediately felt tempted to leave the bathroom to write on it again—he could even write himself clean for God’s sake! But breathing in and out as his mind processed his new body and state, he slowly convinced himself that a few minutes washing and exploring his new body and settling down in it wouldn’t be bad. Therefore, Luciano lowered himself, flexing his massive muscles, and unclogged the special cum-drainer in the bathtub before turning on the hot water, washing himself with soap and scrubbing all his massively thick muscles with his four massive arms—the parts which he couldn’t reach were cleaned with a long and natural sponge which was deliciously hard and scratchy on the skin.
Washing his godly body, Luciano could not resists touching, feeling and squeezing all parts of his delicious muscles—they was still new to him, despite him also remembering always having been this big and hot. Still, Luciano felt a constant thrill of everlasting novelty as he touched his thick muscular ass with his lower hands, and his body told him that those perfect round beachball-sized humps were indeed his. Soon, Luciano’s upper hands were fondling and stroking two of his cocks under the warm shower, until he noticed—and them remembered—the sperm-draining hole in the wall.
The sperm-draining hole was a part of the normal residential showering facilities for guys his size. It was comprised of a round hole in the wall, which was filled with a special type of foam. All a hunk had to do was slide his hard rod inside the hole, forcing with his manly wood that the foam opened itself for his member, offering delicious albeit futile resistance. The well-endowed man then slammed his cock in and out of the hole at will, until he ejaculated inside, and the hole’s draining system would take care of his load, which could be flushed or re-used in the garden. Then, after the hunk released his seed as much and as many times as needed, the stud simply pressed a button and his cock was showered with deliciously warm water, squeezed and soaped and cleansed by the moving and twisting foam, which used an electric motor to swirl and vibrate around the aforementioned virile rod, beating it violently.
Luciano, having—at the same time—never used this system before and used it constantly, smirked at the chance of experiencing the delicious milking and automatic washing on that most sensitive part of his massive body. The lad slid his enormous meter-long central cock inside the sperm-draining hole and started fucking it, his six balls slapping and slamming the bathroom wall faster and harder as he grunted, thrusting his hips back and forth as two of his four hands massaged his side cocks (the other two playing with his buns), until he orgasmed and his rods all trembled at once, releasing abundant milk inside the hole and all over him. Luciano then pressed the button, and his center cock was showered with soap and warm water, and violently washed and polished by the machine, as the poor lad trembled and drooled under the warm shower water, shocked by the violence and consequent bliss with which the machine treated his midrod. When the washing was done, Luciano was panting and short of breath, but his midcock came out of the machine perfectly clean and tidy, while his post-orgasmic side penises were resting against his massive arms, still drooling cum.
Luciano then milked and drained his side cocks, washed up all his sex juices, and soaped and cleaned his massive muscles with the experience of someone who was used to being a musclebound giant. Quickly he dried himself with a towel and then went out of the shower to his room, carrying his dangling balls and cocks which swayed delightfully exposed. Entering his room, Luciano found Noel’s gift exactly where he had left it: sitting atop his desk, his pen still resting on it. Luciano sat on his now reinforced chair, and grabbed his pen with his upper right hand. He smirked, as his lower right hand turned the page.
“Now I know that this is the real deal… I can really change anything I want!” he thought to himself, ecstatic, and bit his lips, a bit overwhelmed with the responsibility that this realization brought upon his gigantic two sets of shoulders. Finally, Luciano shrugged, thinking that as long as he had that book there was no reason to be nervous—he could always change things in the future, and even change time back, anyway! He just needed to have fun for now, it being literally useless to worry about possible bad consequences which could be undone, anyhow.
Reassured and smiling, Luciano started writing in the first line of the second page. “It is very fortunate that we live in a world where men are used to helping one another, and where taboos like incest and having public sex are considered more than irrelevant, but even negative, as they would prevent lads from learning from one another how to properly deal with their bodies in all different contexts where they need to use them. It wouldn’t be easy for young men to manage their gigantic sexual prowess, their large muscular bodies, their cocks averaging around two meters in length, and their multiple limbs which vary from lad to lad, without that knowledge and experience shared by other men they trust, available in different spaces and in diverse opportunities. This is especially crucial considering that the spectrum of male sexuality basically centers around exclusive homosexuality, and so dealing with men is itself the most important skill,” he wrote, and then he stopped for a second, frowning, as his own cocks started trembling and growing as Luciano realized he had just quadrupled the size of men’s cocks all over the world, and also his own, which he had previously defined in a roundabout way as twice the size of the average.
As he felt his cocks grow to a full four meters and twenty of limp fatness, sliding out of his chair in three different direction and then resting on the floor below, comfortably nested on his sides or between his legs, Luciano though that it wouldn’t be too good to make it too unlikely for humans to reproduce, and then continued writing.
“That is also why its fortunate that men can get pregnant from other men, although when that happens three quarters of their children will also be men ,” he wrote, and then smiled, satisfied with himself, but continued without even a second to rethink. “Which is something that many people favored throughout history as, given that men’s average height is of four… or rather, six meters, and given their average weight of 500 kilograms of sheer muscle, men were much more productive than women in the era of labor-intensive agriculture,” he wrote, as he felt his own muscles ballooning, and his height rising incredibly too, basically doubling, as his body got bigger and warmer and his muscles thicker and broader all at once.
As he grew once more, Luciano panted, and now his whole room and the whole building shook like an earthquake—expanding in size to accommodate all those new oversized men, which were now not a minority, but a majority of mankind. In fact, even furniture was getting larger now—all, except for Noel’s unreplaceable gift, seemed to be getting re-sized for this new expanded reality.
As he wrote, though, Luciano’s mind got flooded with new images of his new past—now instead of being a towering giant amongst generously-sized but incomparable hunks throughout all of his life, he remembered being a titan amongst (slightly lesser) titans. That was surely fun, it had always been fun, but it was not quite as fun as having been larger than almost everyone. And so, as his muscles shook and filled his growing body, even as he sweated cold and his chair changed in material and size, and as he had to readjust his whole writing position to sit sideways as his chest became too thick for his mighty arms to close in front of his torso, Luciano continued writing.
“Size being an advantage, though, there was always a level of specialization. Even now my roommates and I, for example, average at 10 meters of height with much stronger bodies than average guys, and our cocks and balls are also proportionately larger, certainly due to our families’ histories in the past, perhaps as warriors or workers in particular professions,” wrote Luciano, and then he felt the building around him tremble and shake again as it became a specialized housing unit for those larger and even more massive hunks like himself, as he shrugged and thought that he didn’t need to invent excuses for what he wanted to happen to happen—the world, fate, or the notebook would easily rationalize things for him anyway. He just needed to write, write and change things. Write and change himself, as his rods grew like snakes now to eight meters. Write and change his neighbors, who were now all male and all massively oversized, too large even for this world where men averaged at 6 meters of height and 500 kilograms of muscular weight! As those changes took effect, Luciano’s center cock coiled and slid under his also oversized desk, as his two massive sidecocks slid under his massive bed or laid lazily over the middle of the room, forming an amazing amalgamation of 24 meters of cock around Luciano.
As Luciano’s muscles throbbed and gained mass and size and definition, his body shot up in height and his limbs too grew perfectly proportionately. It didn’t take long after that for Luciano to get to the bottom of the page, and when he did, he let go of the pen. His muscles were all rubbing one against the other, and his limp rods were exquisitely squeezed and coiled between or under specialized furniture, each almost as long now as he was tall. Luciano knew, as his four hands were now free, that he had changed a lot of things at once. One of his hands immediately went to his chest, and squeezed his upper pecs, which caused his nipples to drool sweet milk; his second hand went to his fat and enormous center cock, pulling the head up, which he knew and felt was protected by a condom-like plastic sheet so se could drag it around and not get everything sticky. He removed this sheet from all his three cockheads, and then pulled his three fat shafts up, letting them rest over three of his shoulders—two atop his lower shoulders, hugged by his massive upper arms. Luciano’s two other hands, meanwhile, were working basically massaging his restless shafts around his abs, making him feel warm and comfortable.
Then, Luciano stood up immediately and, completely naked, he left the apartment to go outside to a Christmas jackoff that he knew was happening in the park in front of their building. It was not only his own body that had changed, or even his home—holidays, culture, the country, the city, it was all different now. Incredibly long car designs crossed the street carrying handsome men inside, always with their engines at the back as the massive front storage space was kept for welcoming passenger cocks, for example. Similarly, as Luciano left his building and crossed the street, his eyes saw what only he recognized as the new type of Christmas trees: imperial palms, covered not in fake snow but in fake cum, representing the everlasting hardness of male’s throbbing wet rods even during the harshest times of the year.
Nicolas was sleeping almost until lunchtime, since he and his family had had a long Christmas supper and gift exchange the night before, and even after that, he had had to take care of both his younger brothers whom he hadn’t met in months, making sure to fill their holes with his towering older and more experienced manhood, one at a time, and then feeding them from his amazingly plump milk-squirting nipples. As such, he woke up atop his two large younger brothers, each stacked atop the younger one—19-year-old Nelson was the one bellow, laying belly down on their sturdy bed, his 8-meter-long body squashed by his older brothers’ weight, his four legs spread wide apart as are his two thick arms, and his own two cocks throbbing and oozing down the side of the bed, rubbing together, as his two asses were covered by his elder’s two set of balls, and his double holes were filled by his elder’s sleepy and throbbing twin erections.
Atop Nelson laid 21-year-old Natan, whose double cocks rose from his two crotches, as he had two sets of legs like his younger sibling. His twin erections were hidden as they were fully engulfed and being milked by Nelson’s naturally contracting and squeezing rear muscles, so perfectly designed for milking big bro cock’s out of their delicious and warm juices. Natan’s nine meters of thick and compacted muscles rested atop Nelson’s body, surrounding and protecting the younger lad’s massive body almost completely, as the middle brother slept with his arms wrapped around Nelson’s amazingly thick younger arms. Above the other two, there laid Nicolas, whose two immense manhoods were fully engulfed inside Natan’s long and deliciously tight twin holes. Nicolas only had two legs and one ass himself, but from his single crotch rose two 4 and a half meter-long cocks which he used to open up his younger brothers and fill them up, as his three arm sets created a sort of massively thick and muscular cage around them—his six big bro nipples drooling milk as he smelled his younger brothers under him, whose asses trembled as the three brothers breathed in and out in unison, and moved their bodies fucking and caressing one another.
Seeing that as he came into their bedroom, the hunks’ older cousin came and slapped Nicolas’s single but deliciously hard ass loudly and hard, making the oldest of the three brothers moan and move his hips up and down instinctively, fucking gasping Natan’s tight but hungry holes, which trembled massaging his elder’s deliciously massive cocks.
“Wake up, Nico, it’s lunchtime already. Grandpa wants our help later on with the farm,” said cousin Ulisses, himself almost ten meters in height, his sole rod softly wrapped over his shoulders and swinging behind him around as low as his sturdy masculine ass. “Come on, man!” said the cousin, rolling his eyes and giving Nicolas’s buns a sequence of four hard slaps, one with each of his hands, which left his pink ass cheeks burning red, and made the muscular giant gasp and start moving up.
“Come on, Uli, fuck, I haven’t seen my brothers in months, I had to fuck them for hours, and all you and grandpa can think about is kicking down those trees, milking our tits and damming that useless river in the edge of the farm. Do you really think that if you, Paulo and I go down there we can’t block that stream in fifteen minutes? Stop being such a pain in the ass! I came here to relax, not to work!” complained Nicolas as he pulled himself away from his deliciously muscular and tall younger brothers, his cocks also sliding out of Natan as he did so, making the younger lad moan and mumble even if half awake, his little bro rear muscles trembling and amazingly milking Nicolas’ sturdy cocks.
“Bro… come on… leave your cock in me… I missed your cock…,” mumbled Natan, only half-awake. As Nicolas’s cocks slid out of his middle brother, they trembled being tightly milked of their leftover juices by the lad’s perfectly adapted body and, once released, the twin rods popped out of the tight now drooling holes, bobbing up heavily slapping Nicolas’s chests, before the hunk waved his hips to make his rods bump against Ulisses, who rolled his eyes in annoyance, and grabbed his cousin’s twin rods with his upper pair of hands, while his lower hands were crossed over Ulisses’s massive lower chest—nip-cocks resting perfectly over that basket-like self-embrace.
“Do you think I don’t have work back home too? That’s not the point. Grandpa asked for help, so we help grandpa, you spoiled brat! Remember that it was this farm that paid for your college tuition and that its thanks to it that you don’t have student debt!” cursed Ulisses, as he smacked Nicolas’s cockheads punishingly with his thick hands, making the younger stud tremble, as his rods became wetter and redder.
“Let go of my cocks, man! You aren’t my older brother!” cursed Nicolas trying to pull his rods away, but smart Ulisses hugged each of the twin cocks right below their glans with his upper arms, uncrossing his lower arms which now moved to slap and tease Nicolas’s slits. Thanks to that devious and expert strategy, Nicolas’s cocks couldn’t be easily pulled away from his older cousin’s grip. Hearing his younger cousin’s words, the 25-year-old older lad frowned and gasped in shock, and smacked Nicolas’s rods once more, squeezing his glans harshly.
“I’m your older cousin, that’s what I am, you bratty boy!” responded Ulisses, while he lowered his lower hands and then slid his lower arms inside of Nicolas’s respective throbbing manhoods all the way to the elbow, making Nicolas tremble and gasp, moaning and shaking as he tried to pull his rod away. He moaned, and noded, lifting his six hands, framed by his enormously thick arms, as his pecs drooled his thick juices.
“Okay, okay…. Fuuuuck, man…. Damn, your arm is thick! I get it! I’m sorry, Uli! I’ll get ready! Count me in!” he conceded, moaning and mumbling. “I just need to feed my little brothers first and I’ll be out!” he said gasping in shock from the urethral penetration as his body started sweating in pleasure, his muscles trembling from the delight in such a way that his pecs were now squirting and wasting big bro milk. Seeing that concession, Ulisses nodded back, pulling his now incredibly wet arms from his younger cousin’s slits, and licking his fingers.
“Okay, I’ll be waiting for the three of your outside in thirty minutes,” said Ulisses, and then he releases Nicolas’s furious throbbing and wet rods, as Natan moaned, his holes empty trembling and gaping of need. The 21-year-old giant turned around, waking up, and glances at his older brother and cousin.
“Bro… my assholes are empty…,” he complained, as he frowned, and then started raising and lifting his lower body using the strength of his four legs to fuck his younger brother Nelson, who moaned deep crushed under the weight of Natan’s heavy muscles. “If you aren’t going to fill me, brother… then I really need my plugs… and I want milk…,” he mumbled annoyed as Nicolas shrugged, glancing at Ulisses, as if saying ‘I told you’, and the older cousin sighed, before leaving the room.
“I said half an hour!” he emphasized and left the three brothers to their own machinations.
Luciano jerked his cock in the park along other large studs, close to the large artificial Christmas palm tree that the city hall put up for visitors, in order the celebrate the bountifulness of their rods, which covered the lake in a good meter-deep layer of male spunk. After that, he went out to eat at a restaurant, spending his Christmas day alone as usual. He was still mesmerized by all the giant hunks going about their lives everywhere—even the smaller ones, at 4 and 5 meters of height, were incredibly sexy to his eyes, although most other people though those massive hunks walking around naked was as natural as the sun rising in the east. However, Luciano couldn’t help but feel sad that he was still alone, until he remembered that he could also change that with the help of his notebook.
Soon, Luciano was back home, sitting on his reinforced-steel chair, atop his massive desk, turned sideways so his lower right arms could write on his uncomfortably small notebook. He turned to a fresh and unspoiled third page, and then pondered a little about what he should write. In a sense, changing everyone and their bodies was something that he had done easily and had had no qualms about, but he felt a bit bad about changing people’s minds. He started writing several times, but ended up scratching it as he couldn’t think of a phrasing that he’d feel comfortably having written.
Soon, however, he painstakingly started scribbling some words: “I wish I won’t be alone at Christmas,” he wrote, and then sighed, knowing that to be already true, anyway, and as his four pecs drooled milk, he continued writing. “Please send me someone to stay with me,” it said, and Luciano laughed, noticing that he was starting to almost personify the notebook, but then he jumped off his own seat when someone knocked on the living room’s door. Luciano immediately stood up, almost tripping on his own massive rods and balls, and ran to the living room, his three cocks drooling as he dragged them around on the ground without a care in the world, and then he quickly got to the open the door.
“Hello, I am from the ‘Help a Lad’ foundation, we help lonely lads to find hunks who can fill their holes on the weekend and on holidas with some real warm meaty rod so their holes are healthy and…,” started the large man standing outside, smiling as he looked up at Luciano, waiving his two muscular arms to try and be engaging, exposing that under them he had two dangling rods with their respective balls. Luciano sighed and quickly retorted that he wasn’t interested and closed the door, almost impolitely. He looked up to the sky.
“Very funny!” he cursed the book, and then he gasped in shock as a laugh came from behind him.
“What’s funny?” asked the deep masculine voice, making Luciano gasp in shock and almost fall back as he turned around too fast, getting his large feet entangled in his three massive swirly limp rods. What he saw, or who he saw, sitting on his couch, was Noel, or a new improved version of him: an 11-meter-tall towering hunk who sported two pairs of legs and three pairs of arms, both massively muscular and deliciously powerful. In between each of his legs there were two fat 3,5-meter-long cocks, and his torso was comprised of 16 amazingly deep abs and 6 deliciously thick pecs, crowned not by nipple but by proportionately massive nipcocks. Noel was also fully naked except by a Santa Claus hat on his head, covering most of his hair.
“Noel! What, how did you get here?! Weren’t you working with your father or something?!” asked a surprised Luciano, and Noel nodded.
“I am, but for some reason I felt an urge to come see how you are doing…,” he said, crossing his six mighty arms in front of his deliciously thick wobbly and meaty pecs. “I don’t have much time but… I kind wanted to see you, I guess. How did you like my gift?” asked Noel, and Luciano frowned.
“It is amazing, I… might have used it a bit much?” responded Luciano, and Noel laughed, standing up.
“No, you did more or less what I thought you would…,” explained Noel, walking towards Luciano, and Luciano scratched his massive center cock, confused. “Except, I have to say, I didn’t think you’d make all guys in the world become gay,” he added with a smirk. Luciano laughed awkwardly.
“We… I can always change it back if you think I overdid it, I guess,” said the tricocked stud, and Noel shook his head.
“I know, but no, I love your work, you were even more creative than I would have been, honestly. I really like it,” said Noel, and Luciano blushed and laughed, as his triplet cocks trembled, starting to harden as they drooled on the ground. Noel’s cocks were also gaining fatness as he walks to Luciano, his massive butts swaying left and right as his four scrotums dance under his long back connecting his two sets of legs.
“Thanks, I was a bit unsure at times, to be honest… and there were things I wanted to ask that I wasn’t bold enough to,” confessed Luciano, and Noel was soon closing the space between them. Their cocks are already massively rubbing and oozing together, but the rest of their bodies are still more or less far apart.
“Really, like what?” asked Noel. “Let’s see if it is the same thing I’ve been thinking of,” challenged the hunk, and Luciano swallowed dry.
“You,” confessed Luciano. “I wanted you, man,” he said, and Noel smiled and then his six arms opened wide and slide around and behind Luciano’s massive body, as Noel opened his lips letting his two massive fat and drooling tongues slide outside and penetrate Luciano’s mouth, swirling with Luciano’s own two powerful and wet snake-like tongues. Their immense tongues were now swirling and sliding together, as their gigantic powerful chests collided and rubbed, lubed by abundant milk, and their cocks rose between their legs, rubbing against their torsos, heads and more cocks, as the two men formed a 10-arm-hug—becoming a squeezed confusion of kissing wetness and rubbing muscle. The two fell and slid against the wall as they lost their breath, their cocks trembling and drooling pool-like quantities of pre, which drained down to special gutters, their minds too focused on each other to mind how their massive selves were inadvertently pushing furniture aside and covering the house in sweat and pre.
“Fuck, is this real?” asked Luciano, and Noel nodded, smiling.
“It is, and many more things will be, anything you want, you just have to write it down,” he responded, and then they fell on the floor, Noel under Luciano, smashing down two of Luciano’s cocks, as Noel locked his four legs around Luciano, exposing, in so doing, his own magnificent ass, which he used two of his lower arms to spread apart as a third picked one of Luciano’s cocks to start pushing inside him.
“What I want now is you,” said a moaning and gasping Luciano, as his rods all trembled and hardened, but he felt special pleasure coming not from his side rods slapping furniture but from his center rod being pushed against his flatmate’s ass, and then gasped, still kissing Noel, as his rod popped inside the six-armed male, and slid in, being milked by all of Noel’s thick and powerful cock-milking muscles. As soon as Noel felt his hole being split by Luciano’s cock, his hands moved to spread Luciano’s own buns and start pushing one of Noel’s massive long cocks inside his roommate’s ass, to the gasping and delightful pleasure of both the men involved. They continued kissing and gasping and rolling, but were now also fucking each other at the same time.
“That wish you don’t even have to write down…!” moaned a gasping Noel, as a breeze of fresh summer air entered the apartment from outside. In Luciano’s room, it was strong enough to flip all of the empty pages of the magic notebook, leaving it open on the very last page, which seemed to have a very small passage written at its very bottom, with legible but scrambled lettering: “I love, you, man; always yours, Noel,” it said.
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