"What is that, a new phone?"
Jake didn't look up from the hand-held device he was holding, and only halfheartedly answered his friend with a mumbling "yeah."
Mitch went back to playing his video game, rolling his eyes in mild annoyance.
Even though Jake had originally come over to play said game, he found it hard to care at the moment in favor of the 'BlueBerry Soothsayer III' (whatever that was) he found laying in his friend's front yard near the sidewalk. Upon arriving in his friend's bedroom and fiddling around with it, the sleek-looking phone 'calibrated' itself to him, filling Jake with intrigue. Playing around on the home screen, there was but one icon that piqued his interest: the Soothsayer app. When he opened it, he was greeted with a message: The Soothsayer app allows for reality alterations based on the user's input. By default, only the current owner will be aware of such alterations.
"Uh-huh," he said out loud.
"What?" Mitch asked, still a little annoyed that he was being ignored.
Being presented with the notion of altering reality to his heart's content, Jake - being Jake - immediately thought of women, and having sex with them. But Jake - being Jake - was always under the impression that the most important thing in order to get lots of women was to be a hunk. Which he was not. At 5'8" and a little on the pudgy side, Jake was not a hunk. But now he could be...
"Uh... nothing," he stammered. Quickly excusing himself, he ran to the Jenkins' bathroom and locked himself inside. He stood in front of the sink and peered at himself in the mirror. Not much to look at, he thought, before opening up the Soothsayer app in his new phone.
I'm taller, stronger, and have a really big dick.
Upon confirming the command, Jake suddenly felt very warm all over. And then his muscles flexed. All of them. Gasping in surprise, he dropped the BlueBerry on the sink's ledge and clenched his fists and eyes shut. Things happened quickly from there, but at the same time it oddly felt as if time was slowing down, as if he could feel every tiny detail about the changes overtaking him. He felt his limbs - especially his arms - swelling with hard muscle. He felt his gut sink inwards as the abs underneath began to tighten. He felt the little bit of flab on his chest tighten up and pulse outwards as his pecs developed and his tee shirt tightened around them. He also felt his legs and arms stretch, while he also sensed his body begin to rise in relation to the sink in front of him. And while all this was happening, he was sporting an erection that simply wouldn't quit! He was fully hard within seconds, yet as the changes progressed he could feel it pulsing more and more against his increasingly tight shorts.
When all was said and done, Jake opened his eyes and was greeted by a familiar face on a strange body. A hunk, indeed! He brought his hands up to his chest and poked his impressive pectorals. The action brought attention to the sizable biceps he was now sporting, which he gladly flexed and admired. He lifted up his shirt to expose his abs, chiseled and defined, before removing his shirt entirely to get a more full-on appraisal of his torso. He was not disappointed with what he saw, if the smile that went from ear to ear was any indication. He loved the way his body moved. The way every muscle in his arms and chest and stomach flexed every which way he turned. He shifted his feet, briefly getting a feeling for the new strength in his legs and his new center of balance. He practically loomed over everything! Of course, at his new height of 6'3" he wasn't exactly a giant, but it was certainly a huge improvement from what he was used to.
I'll be damned if chicks don't start gravitating towards me now! Jake thought with an air of pride. The thought of women made his cock twitch, and Jake looked down at the noticeable bulge tenting his shorts. "Well, now, let's see what we have here," he said to himself in a quiet voice, an eager grin on his lips. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock. "Now, this is more like it!" he said as he took his eleven-inch tool in hand. His fingers barely wrapped around it!
Before he knew what he was doing, Jake was jerking off in front of the toilet. He reveled in the length and girth of his mighty penis, marveling at the unusual feeling of so much meat as his fingers glided along the length in broad strokes. It was a surreal experience having to extend his arm to cover the entire length of his shaft, and he thoroughly enjoyed the way his bicep flexed and his forearm clenched with his movements.
It was just a shame that his orgasm was so unremarkable. Oh sure, cumming still felt good, but for some reason Jake was under the impression that having the world's greatest cock would mean having the world's greatest orgasm. No such luck. And to make things worse, getting spent so easily meant that he couldn't very well walk out of the bathroom and bang the next chick he saw. "What a fuckin' waste!" he muttered under his breath as his dick softened in his hands. But then it occurred to him: there wasn't really much he couldn't fix, now was there? He retrieved the BlueBerry from the sink's ledge and promptly started improving his situation.
I can cum as many times as I want without going limp or needing to recharge. Also, my orgasms are bigger, longer, and a lot more satisfying, but no matter how many times I cum, I won't get tired and I'll always be ready for more.
Jake's smile returned in full force when his erection reappeared, harder than ever. And he was also pleasantly surprised to feel his balls grow heavier beneath his cock. After setting aside the BlueBerry again, he curiously palmed his testicles, admiring the fact that they had just practically doubled in size. He felt... full! And now was as good a time as any to find out what he was capable of.
There was no beating around the bush this time. Jake brought himself to orgasm as quickly as he could, delighted that despite this would be the second time he was jerking off in a matter of minutes, his dick did not feel the slightest bit sore. This time, he came like a fire hose, and had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from crying out. He watched gleefully as thick white ropes of cum sputtered from the head of his cock. He had misjudged his aim and coated the back of the toilet in practically one pulse of cum. The second wave was right behind the first, and Mitch did his best to keep it in the bowl. He watched, stupefied, as rope after rope of hot white cum erupted from his slit and splashed into the water. His orgasm lasted a full twenty seconds before it even started to taper off, stretching out to nearly a full minute before his dick finally stopped twitching.
"Now that's more like it!" he exclaimed, not caring if anyone heard him. With a sly grin he gazed at the mess he made; not that making such a mess was his goal, but he couldn't help but a little a bit of pride at having made it.
It was like he was a whole new person. No reason to feel self-conscious, cautious, or otherwise uncomfortable with himself! He felt like he could take on the world, like he could walk out of that room, find the nearest girl, and make her all gooey and ready to fuck! And if not, well... he had the BlueBerry.
Sat Feb 11 01:43:54 2012