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April 2023 Prompt - Paradise of Bears
🕑 Added 2023-05-01 20:35:50 +0000 UTCIn a small rural town, a young man named Nigel was in his room in an apartment building. The young man sighed to himself as he made his way through a dating app, finger-swiping through the different profiles. As usual, he was either rejected, ghosted, or not attracted to most of the men he saw on the application’s pages. Nigel just wanted to find bigger men, be they muscle or fat, yet the dating sites only seemed to suggest young twinks, skinny otters or gave Nigel the option for the perfect man, only for him to be halfway across the country. Either way, Nigel found himself just without anyway he can imagine spending a night with, let alone actively having a relationship with.
Swiping past more profiles, wincing when he came across a profile of two twinks looking for a third, Nigel groaned before the next swipe brought him to an advertisement.
“Of course, thought I was going a while before an ad,” Nigel said to himself with a groan, forced to sit as the unskippable ad played out. The screen-filling advert shows off a crude graphic saying something about granting wishes for those who touch the screen, which just made Nigel more tired of how he wants so much, but couldn’t have it. Finding he couldn’t leave the page as he tried to tap the close button on a screen that had only a line that said; ‘Make your wish’.
“Well, I wish the town was filled with huge men. Just gigantic guys.” Nigel said, more out of frustration as he kept trying to close the ad. On the last of a series of taps, Nigel cursed when a jolt went through his fingers, letting go of his phone out of shock.
Nigel hissed through his teeth as he shook his hand where the jolt went through him. His fingers tingled a bit before the feeling gradually returned. Reaching down to pick up his phone, Nigel found he couldn’t turn on the device.
“Come on… Don’t tell me it broke.” Nigel said, trying different ways to restart the handheld device. Finding all his actions for nought, Nigel decided to call it a night and try to go to the repair shop tomorrow to see if they could help him. Placing his phone on his bedside table, Nigel got up and left the room to shower before bed. As he left the room, Nigel didn’t notice the phone briefly flashing on, the screen displaying a simple sentence.
“Wish being granted. Please wait till morning.”
The screen returned to darkness, leaving Nigel unaware of the brief life that had sparked through the device. With his return and one last check to see if he could turn on the mobile phone, Nigel sighed in defeat before getting into bed. Nigel slept, having what could only be described as a vivid wet dream as he dreamt of gigantic men, pressed up between either muscle-bound hulks, or big-bellied sumos, the young man blissfully unaware of the wish he made being granted as the men in the town began to gradually grow through the night.
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Nigel groaned as the morning light hit his face. Blinking a bit before trying to bury his face in his pillow, the young man tried to find the will to get up, even more so since it was a day off so he didn’t have to worry about getting to work. Waking up, Nigel picked up his phone to do a quick scroll, only to be reminded of its apparent deadness with the black screen reflecting his tired face back at him. Sighing, Nigel went through the usual process of getting dressed, mentally trying to recall where the phone repair shop was from the last time he had to get it fixed when the battery began to fault on him.
After putting on a simple graphic t-shirt and jeans, Nigel slipped on his shoes before grabbing his stuff and heading out. Getting to the small foyer of the apartment building, Nigel glanced at his letter box before pausing when he heard the loud creaking of the lift coming down. Looking to the opening doors, Nigel couldn’t keep the gasp coming out of his mouth as he watched the device groan loudly, the biggest man Nigel ever saw getting out. The massive body had a layer of grey hair covering him, shining in the light as sweat glistened off his powerful form. Huge hands gripped the edges of the lift doors, denting the surface as the immense man tried to squeeze through, broad shoulders rivalling that of double doors forced their way through threatening to crack the plastered walls that framed the lift. crouching through before standing up once out of the poor struggling lift. The immense man rivalled that of most powerlifters, heavy powerful muscles heaving with every breath as a round gut and solid pecs fully exposed. The massive behemoth was kept decent with a pair of shorts that looked to be torn joggers, a prominent bulge bouncing a bit against the thick thighs and legs. Holding onto the wall as the giant’s feet landed with tile cracking force, Nigel gasped as he looked up to the man’s huffing face resting atop a thick neck that rivalled Nigel’s waist, realising the behemoth before he was his neighbour, Mister Richards.
Whilst the gigantic man was by himself a shocking sight, it was even more so to realise he was his elderly neighbour, made even more startling when the man was a weak lightweight who yesterday had struggled to stand up with his weak limbs.
“Oh, Nigel boy. How are you?” The gigantic bearded man said, his voice rumbling that of thunder as he spotted the small Nigel. The hulking elderly man took deep steps as he approached Nigel, casting a shadow as the immense Richards looked down between his heaving pecs as the slabs of meat blocked the older man’s view.
“H-Hey Mister Richards… I’m sorry but how did you get so… big?” Nigel said, breathing in the slight stench of sweaty musk coming off the colossus, made more pronounced when the massive giant let out a deep chuckle before raising his arms in a flex, showcasing both the dense forests of armpit hair, but also the massive size of the boulders that were Mister Richards’ biceps.
“Well boy, just been good to have great exercise and a healthy appetite. Though a bit heavier on the appetite these days,” The massive man said, reaching down to pat his solid gut, giving his body a slight jiggle of the layer of fat that covered his bulk. “And I told you, you can call me Ernie.”
“Oh. Okay.” Nigel said, blinking at the massive behemoth before he was suddenly filling more of his view as Ernie crouched down, his pecs threatening to knock Nigel over as the smaller man got a view of the hulking neighbour’s broad body up close.
“Though I guess even any tiny gain I make looks massive to you,” Ernie said with a wink, smirking as he pumped up his gigantic pecs, each thumping muscle pressing against the smaller man, staining Nigel’s clothing with his sweat. “Course, I bet you’d enjoy it more after a night of drinks.”
Nigel blinked, both in shock at the older man apparently being interested in Nigel, even more so with how gigantic he was.
“T-Thanks sir,” Nigel said, shocked even by himself by the way he quickly said sir. “But I gotta go to get my phone repaired. Maybe later we can meet?”
The huge man was momentarily disappointed at his offer being turned down, though visibly lit up when Nigel said he’d be up to meet later. Standing back up, the massive behemoth chuckled.
“Okay then, well don’t keep me waiting. I’d love a chance to show off for you after my latest workouts.” Ernie said, leaving with a wink before he stomped off through the apartment entrance, leaving the aroused Nigel to watch at his solid broad back and bouncing ass cheeks.
Taking a few seconds to try and regain some semblance of control over his heart rate and arousal, Nigel questioned the impressive change that occurred to his neighbour. Following the massive behemoth out, Nigel was shocked to see more colossal men making their way through the street. Glancing over to the bus stop across the street, he saw a massive bellied superchub sitting across the bench, his massive ass taking up the entire surface as even sitting down the huge man was easily taller than Nigel was. The huge man, panting and wiping sweat off his chipmunk cheeked face, smiled and waved to the smaller Nigel, seeming to give his body a proud shake when he saw how Nigel was taking him in.
Blushing at the apparent flirting, Nigel turned to make his way to the repair shop. With each step and turn seeing he was met with the larger-than-life men, each seeming bigger than the last with massive sumo-sized super chubs talking about taking him to a buffet and showing how soft their bellies are, muscle-loaded hulks wanting to showcase their strength by hefting trucks, and everything in between those two extremes. Either way, Nigel found himself trying to hide his arousal, even more so when the massive beasts of men were not being shamed for showing off their bodies with a few openly groping their bulges that probably rivalled Nigel in weight.
It took longer for Nigel to make it to the shop, constantly being hit on which really surprised the smaller man. Entering the small store, Nigel felt the space was even more cramped as at the back of the shop, seated behind a desk was a large bodybuilder of a man, clad in but a vest that strained across his back as his legs were crossed on the floor, knees towering above the desk along with a big bulge.
“Oh, hey there cutie. Anything I can help you with.” The massive hulk said, name tag reading ‘Kyle’, smiling as Nigel approached the desk, clearly excited as the cloth-straining monster that was his cock twitched above the desk.
Deciding to try and ignore the obvious flirting, Nigel held up his phone, explaining what was wrong with it.
“Okay, I’ll take a look.” The impressive Kyle said as his baseball mitt-sized hand picked up Nigel’s phone, looking it over before the man plugged in a cable into it, clearly seeing if it was the screen itself or an internal problem. Surprisingly, both men watched as the device lit up. “Well, looks like it was a simple issue. Nothing major, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you just wanted to talk.”
“Ah, no. I mean, not that I would. I mean.” Nigel stammered, shocked by both his device coming back to life and also by the accusation of the store clerk.
“Relax, I’m only kidding. Though, if you want to hang out again, let me give you my number.” The massive man said, unlocking the phone and inputting his phone number with surprising grace with how thick his fingers were, rivalling that of giant joke pens. Handing the phone back with a wink, Kyle gave one of his thick pecs a flex before Nigel left the store, taking breaths of the musky air that seemed to surround the huge beasts.
Looking down at his phone, Nigel was still wondering if maybe he’d gone crazy when he saw a notification. Reading it said about granted wishes, Nigel realised what happened. Unable to believe his wish came true, Nigel was still wondering why these gigantic men all seemed so interested in his smaller figure. Trying to get more information, Nigel tried to open an app, landing on one of the dating profiles he had, and seeing all the messages he was getting from guys. Glancing through the pages of responses, Nigel saw a trend with the huge guys happy to show off for the smaller man, especially since most of the giant behemoths relished showing off and it didn’t meld well when two behemoths were competing in their own relationship. Though a few profiles of massive guys looking for a tiny third seemed to prove the exceptions to the rules, Nigel realised he was probably the most wanted man in the entire town now.
Taking a second to realise the apparent power he held, more so stroking the huge behemoths egos and pleasing his own lust, Nigel began to look through his messages to plan on meeting with a couple of guys to get what would be an end to his month-long dry streak and the beginning of a wonderful life for him.
