A story for @ursiresirlawrence

He came home running with tears in his eyes. Finally he was safe, if only until tomorrow. He was so done with it all. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Not even the recent death of his father stopped the jocks from tormenting him.

They’d have to clear out his stuff soon to make room for the new roommate soon to come to help pay the rent. He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and went through the box of his father’s stuff that was going anyway because it had no emotional value to him or his mother, to look if they really hadn’t made any mistakes. Soon he came upon that amulet again. He felt drawn to it for some reason, but it didn’t make any sense. His father never wore it or did anything with it.

He picked it up. An ancient amulet, his heritage. Out of the corner of his eye, he could now see that there was a note where he’d found the amulet last time. He picked it up with his other hand and read.

Dear Lawrence,

The fact that you read this means that I died. I know this must be strange, but I want you to know that I love you and your mother more than anything and I need to warn you about the amulet that came with this letter. Whatever you do, don’t give it away! Keep it the rest of your life. Doing otherwise would have terrible consequences. That amulet is bound to our family. If you were to give or sell it to anyone, the amulet would make that person return it. I don’t know what it does, but it has been told for generations that the owner (now you) can’t get rid of it during his lifetime or terrible things will happen to the person receiving it. I hid it from everyone using the magic of our ancestors. Until you can do the same, hide it on your person so nobody can accidentally come into contact with it. I love you, my boy.

A sad last goodbye,

Dad

He couldn’t keep it in anymore and began to full-on cry. He wanted his father. Why did he have to die? Why his father and not his worst bully Michael’s? At that moment he almost wanted to give Michael the amulet, but he knew his father didn’t want him to, so he dried his tears and went on with his day.

The next morning didn’t go too well either. He kept thinking of what his dad mentioned in the letter. Initially, he wanted to leave it at home, but he couldn’t take the chance of something bad happening to his mom. Besides, if anyone deserved terrible things, it was Michael. He put it around his neck, under his t-shirt. Classes managed to take his mind off things though, until gym.

Since he was a skinny nerdy kid, Lawrence didn’t do well in gym class at all. It was a source of ridicule, because he couldn’t perform what was in athletic people’s opinion the most simple tasks. It wasn’t a surprise when Michael blocked his way together with his other tormentors Sean and Dean.

“I didn’t say you could leave, you little ****.”, Michael said as he grabbed Lawrence’s t-shirt to lift him up by it. However, doing this he touched taken hold of the amulet through the t-shirt and it took effect. Michael immediately let Lawrence down.

“Must serve and obey Master.”, he said in a dull monotone. Sean and Dean were shocked at this and tried passing Michael to attack Lawrence. Lawrence saw this coming though and feared the outcome. Sensing Lawrence didn’t want to get in trouble for anything, Michael stopped them in a way that would prevent trouble for everybody. He reached out to Lawrence and grabbed the amulet at lightning speed before touching Sean and Dean with the amulet, one after the other.

“Serve and obey Master”, Michael said and the other two repeated as they stood still and Michael gave the amulet back to Lawrence. Lawrence couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the situation now, but soon thought of the consequences it would have if people noticed the top jocks basically being slaves to a nerd they used to bully not even a day before. As if they could read his mind, the three jocks spoke at once: “We’ll behave as normal as possible Master.”

They kept their word it seemed. They didn’t go out of their way to serve him or be nice to him in public. The bullying stopped however, which was a much-needed relief for Lawrence. The second relief came when his mother received an anonymous letter, saying she didn’t need to rent out a room, because he (actually Michael, Sean and Dean) would pay the entire rent every month. And sure enough ‘he’ did.

Everything went well for a while. The jocks spent all their time in the gym, growing their muscles even more as their grades plummeted and it got clearer they simply couldn’t resist mindless obedience for too long. They blanked out in class or in the gym, just doing a repetitive workout while mumbling something repeatedly. What nobody knew was that they were repeating the mantra: “Must look perfect for Master Lawrence.”

Soon it was time to graduate and for Lawrence to move on to college and live on his own. What he didn’t expect was for Michael, Sean and Dean to have arranged an entire house for the four of them, so they could serve Lawrence as long as possible. The house also came with a home gym, so Lawrence could watch them workout and admire their bodies while studying.

It was then that Lawrence heard what exactly they were repeating to themselves. Needless to say he enjoyed that a lot. However, Lawrence still found himself desiring celebrities over the men he already had at his disposal, so the amulet used the magic it had saved up over the centuries and transformed the jocks to look and sound exactly like Chris Evans, Henry Cavill and Tom Hardy. They didn’t mind the change. They must look perfect for Master Lawrence after all.

Lawrence was over the moon when he heard. The only downside was that those gorgeous men made him a bit self-conscious, only in the background since they showered him with enough compliments and declarations of superiority that it went away most of the time. The amulet went to work though. It read his mind and knew Chris Evans was his favorite man and used all of its built-up power to establish an overpowering connection with the man.

Chris Evans just started his break when his eyes glowed and he felt all his thoughts leave him. “Must find Master Lawrence.”, he said over and over. Some people tried to stop him, but ceased every attempt as soon as they saw his glowing eyes. He walked over to his car in trance and drove over to his new Master.

A few days passed and Lawrence couldn’t help but enjoy his servants to the fullest. Their wonderful bodies, mmmhhmmm. His studies lagged a bit behind, but what can you do when you’ve got your ideal men begging for your attention and commands? Suddenly a door opened and the real Chris Evans stepped through as his eyes stopped glowing and the amulet started to instead. It pulled Lawrence into Evans, appearing around the man’s neck as Lawrence disappeared inside the body and took control. He immediately expressed his love for his own new body by taking his now clone to the bed and taking him.

Lawrence (or Chris) wouldn’t have to study anymore with his solid acting career and enjoyed the rest of his life in Hollywood, staying as young as always with his servants and sending his clone to work whenever he wanted a day off to spend with his other servants. The clone stayed his favorite, but whenever he was taking his place at work a good look in the mirror and feeling up of his body would do.

steelcobramuscle said to mctf21: I’m surprised no one has asked to become Derek Hale from Teen Wolf. Maybe the daddy version of him though, he’s a little too hairless for a wolf….

Sorry it took so long to get to you. Life’s been incredibly busy. A friend of mine ordered a large quantity of strong water and magnifying glasses. Anyway, I hope you still want it, because you’re going to get it.

I get up from in between Brock and Luke and let them content themselves with going over the other’s body instead of mine as they make out. In the hallway, I run into Johnny and the newest part of our household, Mick. They fall silent and ogle me as I walk past, getting ready to transform you.

Once I arrive at your home, you put down a piece of paper, probably my note. I stay around the corner just in case for now. “You know the rules, don’t turn around.” In a reflex you turn around immediately, looking somewhat in the direction of my voice.

“You’re lucky I took the surprise reaction into account. Now turn back and I’ll come out and start the transformation.” You look a bit dazed as I talk to you. “Incredible voice…such smell. Turn back.” Mmhmm I should reign in my appeal a bit more. I come around the corner as you turn back and immediately start the transformation.

You feel the greatest pleasure ever imaginable as you grow hard and come continuously in a stream, unable to stifle your constant moans. The feeling of my power reshaping you soon becomes too much for you, blacking out everything else as your muscles grow all over your body. Your shoulders broaden as your pecs inflate and abdominal muscles start becoming visible. Not long thereafter hair begins to grow, lots of it, on your lower arms, on your chest, on your stomach. You want the bliss of my transformation of you to last forever, but it ends soon as your face reshapes itself and you grow a nice beard and come one final powerful time.

I leave immediately to avoid any possible further consequences my presence might have had on you and soon arrive back home to have some private time with Johnny and Mick. Enjoy your new life Derek! Just make sure not to use your werewolf power for evil, you know the consequences.

Secret Santa

I know this is a bit late, but this was the first time I participated in the annual tf-gift exchange, Grant Spiral already got the story to read and my tumblr page is marked as explicit. I have appealed, but haven’t got an answer until now. I’ll try to post this on tumblr too. Happy reading everyone!

For my first tf secret santa, I got to do something for Grant Spiral once again. This time however, I decided not to use his favourite celebrities, partly because I got an idea at one of the things he suggested. This is the story of what happened.

First of all, I needed to transform some other people to set up the surprise. I called in some help from a few of the superheroes I transformed and asking them to bring people whose crimes were large enough to me. It didn’t take long before they brought enough people to me. The heroes tied them up nicely, so I could get to work on creating a pocket realm for this particular event, an ability I received from a genie.

After I was finally done, I told the heroes to bring in the first person to be transformed and taken to the pocket realm. He tried to stop me, but we were already in the pocket realm by the time I let him go.

„Whe…where are we?“, he said.

„Westeros of course.“, I said as I went to work on his transformation.

He felt the great pleasure of transformation fall upon him, as he came and came. He couldn’t help but moan and sigh in contentment continuously. All the while his shoulders broadened, his chest expanded, his pecs becoming hard slabs of muscle.

“Wh…what…are you… doing? This is…heaven. Don’t stop.”, he said as all his muscles continued to grow, his sixpack cutting deeper and deeper.

“Not yet, but we’re nearing the end.”, I told him while the final changes were setting in, his hair growing longer and becoming darker as his face reshaped itself into its new form and he came one final time.

“Why did you have to stop man? What happened to my voice? What on earth happened to my body?!”, he freaked out a bit, but I was prepared for it.

“Nothing changed Jon.”, I said to him, calmly.

“First of all, everything most certainly changed and second, my name – ” I interrupted him and took my chance.

“Is Jon Snow. I know that as well as any other. Did you drink so much poppy milk you get those sort of ideas into your head. Do you really know nothing Jon Snow? Remember, you’re Ned Stark’s son, lord of Winterfell and servant of the king.” The hypnosis worked.

“Yes…Ned Stark’s son…lord of Winterfell…serve king”, he said as my suggestions set in.

I immediately left to get the next one. What happened when I worked with the other ones was similar to what happened with Jon, so I won’t describe that in detail. Suffice it to say the others entered my pocket realm of Westeros became:

I do have to mention however that they became members of the Kings-guard, except Khal Drogo, who became the king’s personal bodyguard and could function as a top in the bedroom should the king desire it.

Next, I wanted to surprise another tf‘er by giving him a part in this story. The Craftsman was a fan of Game of Thrones, so he‘d probably like it once the experience started. I got the ingredients ready to transport him to the pocket realm. He tried to resist, but was inevitably overwhelmed by the magic and found himself in Westeros with me.

“What on earth have you done?”, he said before I locked him in the pleasure of transformation. The pleasure was less to him, as he was a fellow tf’er, but it was still enough to get him hard in a few seconds. He could let it stop, but he knew it was beneficial. His muscle mass increased all over his body, giving him a more muscular physique every second. His shoulders broadened as his pecs became hard slabs of muscle and his hair turned blond. His sixpack cut deeper and his face reshaped itself as he came…

“What is the mean-” I interrupted him.

“Jaime you-” before I could finish he said “Don’t call me that. The body’s nice and all, but I-” I didn’t let him finish either however.

“Jaime Lannister, you swore an oath. You must serve and protect your king. It‘s your life‘s goal. You need it.”, I said as he resisted but decided to give in and repeated

“Jaime Lannister…serve and protect…oath…goal…need” After that I immediately left.

At last, I transported Grant and myself to the pocket realm. “What in heav- oh it’s you. So you’re my secret santa?”, he said.

“Yes Grant. And don’t worry about writing for a moment. After I’m done you’ll surely get all the inspiration you’ll need.” I told him as I started the transformation.

His shoulders soon broadened as he grew taller and started filling out his clothes much more. Unlike the craftsman, Grant let the full pleasure a mortal would feel overcome him. This made him come again and again. His chest filled out beautifully as a nice sixpack formed on his stomach that cut deeper each and every second. His arms and legs became nice and muscular, fully fitting for his new knightly body. Finally his hair began to darken and curl as his voice got deeper and his face reshaped itself into a very handsome visage. He got all memories he needed and came one final powerful time.

I materialised some clothes on Grant before his new loyal subjects arrived. They all went on their knees and bowed before him. “What can we do for you, Ser?” they all said. Grant then walked over to Jon.

“Clean up this mess with your tongue. Then follow us back to my palace. We have a guest of honour to entertain.”, Grant or should I say King Robb Stark said as we all got on our horses and made our way to the palace, so the king and I could have some fun with his knights.

Hey man. I believe you can help me. I’ve always wanted to have superpowers like super strength and speed, but I don’t have the body and abilities for it. It would make me so happy if you could help me with this. I would do ANYTHING in return.

Don’t worry, you’ll have the body and abilities soon enough. Just don’t turn around to look at me or you’ll fall under my spell. As for the anything in return, you don’t have to do anything accept refrain from doing evil.

Feel the immeasurable pleasure of the transformation as your muscles inflate all over your body. You moan constantly and keep coming the entire time. That heavenly smell? For most people the pleasure of the transformation keeps them from noticing my smell. Oh I should be quiet, as my voice seems to give you an extra powerful orgasm.

Your muscles just keep growing, your legs becoming like tree trunks, your shoulders becoming wider every second, as your chest grows huge and an incredibly defined six-pack forms. Your arms growing as huge as the rest of your muscles, showing off your new super-strength. Those legs will have no trouble carrying you forward at unbelievable speed either.

The memories of your new life enter your brain as your face reshapes itself, becoming more suited to your new body. The final changes occur and you come one extra powerful last time.

You feel so grateful and want to ask if there’s really nothing I would want you to do in return. Therefore you turn around before I can leave and immediately fall under the spell of my perfection.

“My god!”, you say as you fall to your knees, moaning and delight and coming continuously. “How can I serve you? Please, tell me anything I can do for you Master. It’s my only goal in life.”

“Come with me.”, I say as I take your hand in mine and take you with me to your new home where you meet the others under my spell. “How come not the entire world serves Master?”, you ask, completely dumbfounded by the small number of people in my service. “Because he wishes it this way and his wish is our law.”, Brock says. “I agree with the new one.”, Johnny says “Who are we to keep others from the bliss of serving Master?”

“I don’t know, Johnny.”, Luke says “It’s more pleasurable than one can imagine to serve Master and I’d gladly share it, but Master doesn’t want it.” “Master’s will is law.”, both Brock and you say at the same time. “Even if he doesn’t want it yet, he’ll most likely be very pleased having all the worship he deserves.”, Johnny says.

To be continued

I’m really enjoying your work and thought I’d make a request seen as ur going down the superhero/villain route. Could u make me captain boomerang, I loved him in suicide squad

To be honest, I’m not purposefully going down that route. It’s just what people keep asking for and I provide them with it. I also don’t really feel comfortable about turning people into villains, so how about we make a deal? You don’t do evil things and I give you what you wish. The consequences of not adhering to the agreement would be severe.

Now, feel your muscles inflating, becoming stronger every second. Yes it feels fantastic, I know. The moaning and constant coming are completely normal. Just give in to the feeling and enjoy. Your muscles keep inflating, as your shoulders and chest expand and a six-pack slowly forms.

Just feel the memories of your new life entering your brain. A life spent as a hero with rather unconventional looks and vocabulary. The last memories get there as your face reshapes itself to suit your new life Captain Boomerang and you come one last time…

You turn around to thank me, but I’m gone by then. You wouldn’t want to experience the consequences of that, would you?

You dress in your new clothes and I have to say, Jai Courtney did a good job of portraying you, though villain-origin could have been more accurate. Enjoy, but remember: if you do something evil, you face the consequences.

Tumblr conditions

Sadly tumblr recently announced that adult content won’t be allowed anymore. Written erotica should not fall into this category (as long as the pictures don’t reveal too much of the (fe-)male body, but quite a few of my posts got flagged. I don’t know how everything will continue after December 17, but I hope everything will get solved. In any case, to give you at least 2 last stories on this platform, I’m going to post 2 stories I had planned for a little bit later. Just know that I am thankful to all of you. I’ll try to let you know if I move to a new platform.

New actors join the crew

Since last time the director has given me some new directions. I am to remain nude when alone with the director and fellow actors, for example. There aren‘t any yet, but the director told me that will change soon. Some strange things happened though. My wife seems to think some things changed about me, some behaviours or tastes. I should talk to the director about it. An actor must obey his director and mine commanded me to tell him all about me experiences at home since that strange dream. Better not dwell on it. I should focus on giving my best performance. I undress and start my studio workout, so I’m ready for when the director returns.

In the studio

Chris Hemsworth enters

Chris: Wait, why did my agent send me here?! He can’t possibly have thought I’d star in something as amateurish as this.

Director: Oh, I don’t want you in my production.

Chris: Then why am I here?

The director walks up to him and puts two fingers under Chris’ chin to make the man look him in the eye.

Director: Because I want a loving servant who does anything I ask.

Chris: But…I

Director: And you are that servant. You live to act as others tell you to do, it’s what you’ve been doing your whole life, it’s what you love.

Chris: It’s what I love

Director: And you love the man that makes it all possible, me, your master.

Chris: I love you.

Director: With all your heart.

Chris: With all my heart.

Director: Now, tell me who you are.

Chris: I am your loving and obedient servant.

Director: Good. Go to this address, I’ll come later. Once there you’ll find a second servant of mine. He’ll tell you what I expect from you.

Chris: Whatever you wish, Master.

He leaves and Chris Evans enters

Chris: What was that about? He didn’t even react to my greeting in the slightest.

Director: Oh he’s just focused on his new work and work environment. I think you’ll be as well soon.

Chris: I don’t think I’ll ignore people I’ve known for so long any time soon.

Director: That depends on priorities. I’m the centre of your world, so it stands to reason you ignore anything and everything to do as I ask.

Chris: Centre… breaks free from trance

Chris: What the fuck do you

Director: I’m the centre of your world. I’m your everything. All you care about is making me happy.

Chris: Centre of my world…my everything…make you happy.

Director: You’re my servant. You exist to obey me and you love it. You love me.

Chris: Servant…love it…love you.

Director: Now tell me who you are.

Chris: Your servant, my love.

Director: Go to this address, let nothing distract you. The other servants will explain things further.

Chris leaves and a man and a woman enter

Man: Where’s Felix? You said you knew where he was.

Director: And I do. He’s just not here. Besides, we have other things to talk about.

Woman: What do you mean? We just want to know where our son is.

Her voice lowers as her breasts shrink down to just large, muscular pecs. Her body becomes masculine and muscular everywhere, her arms and shoulders gaining muscle every moment as a deeply cut sixpack forms on her stomach and she becomes a man. A great looking, muscular and sexy one at that as his face fully reshapes into the one of the actor that left earlier, just like the rest of the body.

Woman: Wh what happened?

Director: Nothing Chris. You just woke up from a nightmare. Remember, Chris. You are Chris Evans, a world-famous actor. Remember, Chris. An actor like you obeys the directions given by his director and I am yours Chris.

Chris Evans: Chris Evans…actor…obey director…you

Man: What the hell’s happening?!

Director: Nothing Chris. You just woke up from a nightmare. Remember, Chris. You are Chris Hemsworth, a world-famous actor. Remember, Chris. An actor like you obeys the directions given by his director and I am yours Chris.

Man: Chris Hemsworth…am not. What the hell’s going on?!

Director: Mr. Hemsworth, remember who you are. Forget that nightmare of a different life. Remember. You’re an actor. And an actor obeys all directions from his director. You like that. That’s why you chose the profession. I am your director Chris Hemsworth. Obey me and relish it.

The man starts gaining lots of muscle all over his body rapidly. His shoulders broaden as his chest expands with lots of pure muscle and his sixpack gains much more muscle, pushing out as the same happens to his arms and legs. His face reshapes itself, becoming more like Chris Hemsworth’s just like the rest of his body until all differences have disappeared.

Chris Hemsworth: Chris Hemsworth…actor…obey director…you…like it…relish it

Director: Yes Mr. Hemsworth. There’s your colleague Chris Evans.

Chris Hemsworth: I’m sorry sir. I don’t know what came over me.

Chris Evans: Yeah what happened man?

Director: You two should go to the studio gym, get a good workout in. I need you to be in better shape than you’ve ever been. I’ll show you where to go.

In the studio gym

Director: Evans, Hemsworth, this is your colleague Jake Gyllenhaal. You‘ll be working with him a lot. The same goes for you, Jake. These are Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans. I expect you‘ll be able to work together without any trouble. If there‘s anything you‘d like to talk to me about, just say so.

Gyllenhaal: Sir, there‘s actually something I‘d like to discuss with you.

Director: Okay then. Come with me, we‘ll talk in private.

In a private space

Director: What do you wish to talk to me about.

Gyllenhaal: It‘s my wife sir. She thinks I changed, even that I‘m not her husband sometimes, because I don‘t remember many specific details about our past.

Director: How do you feel about that?

Gyllenhaal: I don‘t know. I am Jake Gyllenhaal and she‘s my wife. I just want things to be normal, have her believe me.

Director: That can be arranged. Jake, your wife‘s just being strange. You are Jake Gyllenhaal and she‘s your wife, she should know that. From now on, when you need your wife to believe and/or support you, you‘re going to use the following technique.

some time later

Jake: Thank you for your help sir.

Director: Please ask Chris and Chris to come here before you get back to your workout.

Jake: Anything you want, sir.

Hemsworth: You wanted to see us, sir?

Director: Yes. I’d like to talk to both of you about a pressing matter. First I’d like to talk to Mr. Hemsworth. Mr. Evans, would you please leave us alone and stand outside the door until I tell you to come in?

Evans: Of course sir. Anything you ask.

Evans leaves

Director: Now, Mr. Hemsworth, listen very carefully. You are Chris Hemsworth. You know this in the deepest parts of your being. When somebody thinks otherwise, that person’s just being crazy. However, there’s something you can do about it and I strongly advice you to do it. If somebody thinks you’re not Chris Hemsworth or somebody does something else you don’t like, due to interference with my directions or otherwise, use the following technique.

some time later

Hemsworth: Thank you for your concern and help sir.

Director: Oh, I don’t mind, but please continue your workout with Jake. I want you both in tip-top shape.

Hemsworth leaves

Director: Please enter Mr. Evans.

Evans: Thank you sir.

Director: Now, Mr. Evans, listen very carefully. You are Chris Evans. You know this in the deepest parts of your being. When somebody thinks otherwise, that person’s just being crazy. However, there’s something you can do about it and I strongly advice you to do it. If somebody thinks you’re not Chris Evans or somebody does something else you don’t like, due to interference with my directions or otherwise, use the following technique.

Some time later

Evans: Thank you sir.

Director: It was no trouble, I care a great deal about all of you. Now get back to your workout.

Evans: Yes sir!

Later at Jake‘s home

Wife: Where have you been?! I was worried sick! You‘ve never done such things before, at least not since that new role

Jake’s eyes glaze over and Jake takes her hands

Jake: I haven‘t changed. I am Jake Gyllenhaal, your husband, remember? You adore me, I can do nothing wrong, All my decisions are right.

Wife: No change…Jake…adore you…always right

Jake’s eyes return to normal

Jake: I’m sorry I don’t have a lot of time

Wife: Don’t worry my love, you could do no wrong.

Jake: I thought…you just

Wife: Yes, I made a mistake. Everything you’ve done is perfect.

At Scott Evans’ home

Chris: Hey bro, I thought I’d stop by.

Scott: Hey, I was just eating.

Chris: I haven’t arrived at an untimely moment, have I?

Scott: Well

Chris’ eyes glaze over

Chris: Any time I arrive is the right one. You love me, your brother. Anything I do is right. You adore me.

Scott: right…love you…adore you

Chris: There’s another part in the movie. You can audition tomorrow. Then we can work together.

Chris’ eyes return to normal

Scott: Great Chris! Come in, let’s celebrate!

At Liam Hemsworth’s home

Chris: Hey bro, fancy some dinner with me and my family?

Liam: It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?

Chris’ eyes glaze over

Chris: No, I am Chris Hemsworth, your brother who you absolutely adore and who’s always right.

Liam: No…Chris…adore you…always right

Chris’ eyes return to normal

Chris: I don’t know Liam. I thought it was not too late

Liam: Then it isn’t

Chris: What do you mean? You were telling me a different story a few seconds ago.

Liam: That was a mistake. You are always on time, just as you’re always right.

Chris: I don’t know about that.

Liam: But you are.

Chris: Okay then, let’s go.

A while later at Chris Hemsworth’s home

Wife: Where the heck were you?! Dinner’s cold by now and…what’s Liam doing here?!

Chris: I just invited him over for dinner after I had to work late.

Wife: I don’t know why you did that, you’ve never done anything like that before, not even during Marvel films. Please don’t make it a habit of working so late.

Chris’ eyes glaze over

Chris: Liam, why don’t you go to the kitchen? I’d like some privacy with my wife.

Liam: Of course, Chris

Liam leaves

Wife: What’s this about?

Chris: I am Chris Hemsworth, your husband who you love like no other, who you adore to the fullest, remember? You love me so much making me happy is all you care about.

Wife: Chris…husband…love…adore…make happy

Chris’ eyes return to normal

Chris: Shall we go to the kitchen? I’m pretty hungry too and I’d love to spend what time I do have with you and Liam.

Wife: I’d love it too! Is there anything else you’d like?

Chris: Why the sudden mood change?

Wife: I’m just happy to have my perfect husband around and happy.

ursiresirlawrence:

The Descent: Chris Hemsworth For @MCTF21

Chris Hemsworth Takes a Final Bow.

Chris Hemsworth was quite the bus actor until recently when his schedule became empty. He did not have the drive to work all that much anymore and he lost all of his interest in sex. One day a few months later he walked out of his sprawling mansion and down to a hotel.

The bell boi saw him and quickly introduced himself as Chris so mindlessly follows him. They entered the elevator heading up to the mysterious twelfth floor. As they exited walking down to the end of the hall and the bell hop opens the door. He pushes Chris into the room and locks the door

Chris moves forward as he strips to his underwear and picks up the letter on the bed. It reads to get dressed and go stand in the middle of the room. He posed in the middle of the room as the door popped open. A minute later the strange man walks into the room and Chris turns around happily .

He felt an explosive need to kneel before the man in the shadow and yes there he was walking into the light. It was @MCT21 who was standing before him as Chris bowed at his feet. Chris kisses his shoes, sniffs his crouch and the strips for him. He grabs his hand kissing it witch such force and absolute force.

Chris stands up as he pressed his lips on @MTF21 lips sparking an inner fire.

Thank you so much!

The Summer is Magic – Cyan

grant-spiraltf:

The cyan wisp was next.

Josh Dallas was finishing up his third beer with Colin O’Donoghue. Both the stars were gonna miss their time together on the Once Upon a Time set, but the show had to end some day. Since Ginnifer was out of town for a week, he also valued his mate’s company. In the beginning of the night both he and Colin had been drinking at the same tempo, but now Colin was 3 beers ahead of him, but somehow more sober. “Pirate’s blood” he always joked.

They just started talking about Josh’s new personal trainer when a gust of wind had opened a window and a blue ball was blown inside. Josh thought it was a soccer ball from one of his neighbours that somehow had been lifted up by the winds, but when he came closer he saw it glow. Still determined to pick it up and toss it outside, Josh grabbed it with both hands. The second he turned around to face Colin and joke about how this looked like something from the show, a bolt of lightning sparked from the orb to Josh’s chest. He saw Colin jump up and rush towards him before everything went black.

When he came to, he saw Colin hang over him. Something felt different. He felt super energetic, strong and a little horny. Colin backed up to give Josh a little room to stand back up, but Josh’s hand flew towards Colin’s neck, pulling him closer. Colin figured that the weird crackle had weakened his friend so he let Josh pull himself up, but he then noticed that Josh’s eyes were an even brighter shade of blue than they normally were. “What the fu-” Colin was interrupted by Josh’s lips tightly pressing against his and he felt lust take over him. They started making out roughly before Josh broke the kiss. His breath smelled like vanilla, making Colin’s cock extremely hard. Colin undid his pants, ready to take the above average cock up his ass, but Josh seemed to have other plans as he pushed Colin onto the couch and walked to the front door. Before Colin could beg for Josh’s cock, the door slammed and he was alone, taking the vanilla aroma with him. Since he was extremely erect, Colin decided to jack off to the thought of Josh’s cock in his mouth. After his fantasy evolved to Josh fucking him in his ass while making out with him, Colin couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore. He came hard and covered his face with his own cum, catching a few ropes in his mouth. He breathed heavily and smelled a familiar vanilla smell.

@mctf21 just came home from a huge party when he noticed a hooded figure following him. He was almost home luckily so he sped up and before the guy caught up to him, he was well inside. He panted a little before hearing a knock on his door. The hope of the stranger just leaving left with ever knock, and after 2 minutes of constant knocking he decided to just open the door and ask the guy what the hell he wanted from him. Before uttering a word though, he was surprised by a suited Josh Dallas. “Uhmmm hi Josh? Can I help you?” Josh walked forwards towards the younger guy and put his foot in front of the door to stop it from closing. He wanted to have this guy. Josh just knew he had to. He pressed against the door, easily overpowering his target and cornering him. “Who sent you?” Josh laughed at the question and walked forwards. No collision happened though, as Josh stepped into the writer.

When he opened his eyes, the new Josh knew something was off. All he remembered was the usual stuff. Getting hitched, having a baby, drinking a beer with Colin and making out with him before getting possessed by someone he didn’t know. He scratched his head, trying to figure out what was wrong before realising that one of his buttons had undone itself somehow. He quickly fixed it and went on with his day. He had stories to write, people to transform and roles to act! He took a deep breath. “Hmmm vanilla… You know, the people can wait.” Josh turned around and sat down on his couch. He pulled out his laptop and put on some gay porn. He whipped out his hard dick and started stroking to the hot muscular men fucking hard.

Not much different than a usual day.

Thanks for the great story!

cinaedefuri:

A birthday present for @mctf21

In a first for Dr. Chris, they would be accepting a nobody to hypnotize. However, the person who requested this man was obnoxiously rich, and actually wanted to come in and visit after the person was hypnotized. They called up Nico Dasalio, the man pictured above. They told him he won a free hypnosis session with a world-renown hypnotist, but it was only available for the rest of the day. He arrived soon after lunch.

“Fuck! Am I too late!” he screamed, banging on the doors.

“No,” replied Chris, opening the door with a sandwich in hand. “I usually don’t take walk-ins during lunch, but you can come in.”

“Thanks. Thankfully, I just had to drive in, but since you’re in the middle of LA, traffic can be a real bitch sometimes.”

“That is very true. Please, come and sit in my office. I’ll stop eating so we can get this session over with quickly.”

“Okay!”

“I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Nico, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.

“5, you are starting to go under.

“4, you’re getting deeper.

“3, I control you now.

“2, no one else matters but me.

“1, I am your master.”

Nico’s eyes opened, and the first non-celebrity had their eyes turn orange. They didn’t want to strip the man, but they had a list of commands from their client.

“You are to obey every command @mctf21 asks of you.”

“He is my master.”

“You are to be in love with him, irrevocably.”

“I will be in love with him, irrevocably.”

“Perfect.” Chris then got out his phone and called @mctf21. He was to come in straight away. While they waited, they had Nico flex for him and go shirtless. He then arrived at the office.

“Hello, Dr. Chris. So, he’s hypnotized and all ready for me?”

“Yes, he is. Why don’t you try him out for me?”

“Nico, kiss your biceps for me.”

“Yes, Master.” The muscular stud did that.

“Take off your pants for me.”

“Yes, Master.” Both people in the office were shocked that Nico was going commando. He had an above average cock on him.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Chris! I can’t wait to have fun with him at home!”

“And the payment you requested?”

“Of course! I brought the potion with me. Explain to me again what my job is now?”

“My friend Trevor will work his magic on his machine, and cause Mischa to have a perfectly identical twin in people’s minds: you. The potion will transform you into Mischa, and I have his phone with all of his bodybuilding contacts on it. That way, there is a much higher possibility of them coming in to see me, as you will vouch for me.”

“But what about a guest to this Celebworld place you mentioned on the phone?”

“Oh, yes. Trevor explained this to me as well. It will be like you don’t even exist to someone who believes Mischa is in Celebworld. If they don’t care, then the plan will work out very well.”

“I see. So, are you ready?”

“I am.” Chris took the potion from @mctf21‘s hands, and poured it over him. He then focused his hypnotic powers on the liquid of the potion, bringing to mind Mischa’s sessions. There was a blinding flash of white light, and when it settled, Mischa Janiec took the place of the Tumblr writer.

“Fucking sweet, Dr. Chris! Thank you so much for everything today. I promise I will not let you down.”

Mischa was excited as he left the office, with Nico in tow. Dr. Chris had neglected to do an ending script, as Nico needed to remain under at all times for it to work well.

Great story! Thank you so much @cinaedefuri !