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Great opposition of Mars.

Gregory was interested in astronomy for a long time. All his free time, which was usually at night he pursued a have adopted or for fat books and textbooks. He studied planets and stars, dreaming of becoming a famous scientist in the field of space research in the future. And of course Gregory could not miss one of the most interesting astronomical phenomena. Great opposition of Mars. And even on a full moon, when the moon will be painted in blood-red. Gregory was a man of skepticism and common sense. He knew about ancient Roman mythology, that Mars was the God of war, but did not attach much importance to this. He was more interested in the astronomical phenomenon itself. On the night of July 27, Gregory collected his telescope, records and a map of the starry sky and went to the hill outside the city.

 He came there quickly, is located on a small stone and began observe Mars. "Excellent picture. He's perfect. Record-breaking earth approach..."Gregory was delighted. A couple of hours passed and Gregory saw that in a couple of minutes the Moon would close Mars for a while. He pulled away from the telescope and began to watch with the naked eye. The Moment the edge of the moon closed Mars and the Moon turned red, the forces of Antiquity awoke... 

Mars has chosen a new victim of its influence. 

Gregory felt a fever. Became intolerably dark and stifling. The air smelled of gunpowder and smoke. Gregory felt something was wrong. Suddenly he heard cries. Someone was yelling about the attack. Gregory was scared. Around was the same night hill. But Gregory clearly heard the noise of the battle, the screams of the people and the shots. Then he felt the pain so strong that he fell to the dusty ground and clenched into a tangle. Before his eyes swam the twinkling lights. Gregory was almost passed out from the pain and noticed nothing around. And to notice was that.

 His Body started to change. Gregory began to increase in height. His spine and the rest of his bones were extending. He's older. At least 10 years have now added to Gregory's age. Its code has become more tanned and rough. Blisters appeared on his hands. Gregory's thin arms began to swell with wild pain. His muscles tensed and tore at his tight shirt. The giant pecs tore his buttons and turned his shirt into a pile of rags. Dense abs began to appear on his thin stomach. Legs and back increased exactly 3 times, compared to the previous size of Gregory. His cock is now encased in his narrow boxers and began to grow, becoming huge. At least 9.5 inches in hard. Lots of little dark hairs sprouted on his hands feet and face Gregory. He never was thick vegetation on the cheeks, but now he's got a brutal beard. His face changed beyond recognition. There were thick gloomy eyebrows, a courageous chin and brutal features of the face. His hair changed. Hair strongly shortened and took the form of military haircuts. Still a little scientist Gregory lost forever. Now came a new version of Gregory. Strong and courageous Sergeant Gregory. The young man (and now a real man) stood Up from the dusty earth. The remnants of his clothing yet rags, but Mars tried to and here. Magical images of flaps gathered together, forming camouflage pants and belt. Also from the void appeared a chain with a token as a gift from the God of war. Gregory couldn't believe his eyes. "What happened to me?!"Gregory was surprised at his new deep voice. A second later, the Man found himself on the nearest military unit, where he was magically recorded in the armed forces. 

Now Gregory lost his previous life and his plans for the future. He is forced to serve faithfully for the good of the Motherland. At this time, the Red and the Planets came out from behind the moon and continued on his way to the starry sky. Mars was happy with the life Gregory, after all he is the God of war and patron of warriors...

I hope you enjoyed the story with a focus on the Ancient Forces. By the way, the Great confrontation of Mars is a real phenomenon that can be observed now. Have time to see this rare (every 15-17 years) phenomenon. Can be with you, too, will happen something unusual in this night? ;)

Cursed

There are several places on Earth that are not marked on any map. These places are quite ordinary: houses, hospitals, cafeterias, parks and even entire cities, but there is one difference from thousands of other such places. All these special places are cursed. Some of them lure people to their homes to punish them, some make innocent people suffer. These places, like predators, waiting for their prey and devour their curse. On that fateful day, you had to meet one of these places.

 It was a very ordinary Monday, except that it rained heavily in the morning. Traffic on the streets just paralyzed and you were forced to go under an umbrella bypass route. Around you there were crowds of passers-by with umbrellas and raincoats, and you were immersed in your thoughts and did not even notice how a strong gust of wind pulled your umbrella. The umbrella handle slipped out of your hands and your umbrella flew away in a stream of water somewhere on the other side of the Avenue. Immediately the rain began to pour on your head and your back and you looked in populace to find a place to hide. The building closest to you was only two steps away, the door was warmly opened, and a sign "Open" hung on the glass. You, without thinking, jumped into the door, which immediately slammed shut behind you, a gust of wind. Goosebumps ran through your skin, even though you didn't understand why... 

The room was quite spacious and bright, it Looked like a reception room in a sports club. On the walls hung posters with appeals to lose weight and build muscles, near the walls were comfortable sofas, and behind the counter stood a young tall in shape brown hair and you were smiling in all 32 teeth. 

"Hello, sir. You can hang your coat on that hanger over there by the heater to dry it. Can I offer you one of the passes to our sports club?" You have never been delighted with the sport and all its manifestations. But the coat still hung on a hanger 

"No, thank you. I just want to wait out the rain" You said politely. 

"Certainly. Settle." The guy pointed at you on the couch and smiled. 

For a second, you thought his eyes were red and glowing. But after a second they were ordinary brown. Guy, meanwhile, gathered some papers and went into a glass door somewhere in the corridor. You sat on the couch for about 10 minutes, leafing through sports magazines and inspecting the room. You just wanted to wait until dry coat and the rain is over. Suddenly you smelled smoke. At the same time behind the counter of the admission that something broke and the fire began to spread. In a panic, you tried to open the front door, but it was locked. You had no choice but to run through the glass door. You ran out in corridor, glass the door has been closed. You looked back to look at the fire, and you were surprised to find that the waiting room looked completely normal. 

"What the hell?" You thought. The glass door was also locked... You decided to find a guy to ask him to let you out. You went deep into the sports club. The corridor ended with an open door. You walked into it and found yourself in the locker room. 

"It is unlikely that this guy went this way" Thought you. You turned around to leave the locker room, but you hit a wall. The door disappeared. "What the hell?! What's going on here?!" You screamed in panic. 

"Not afraid. It happened to everyone..." You abruptly turned around and found a muscular guy. He had shaggy blonde hair and was wearing a black and yellow singlet. The guy sat on the floor and untied his shoelaces.

 "What are you talking about?" You asked. "How long have you been here?"The guy asked, ignoring your question. "About 30 minutes.". "Well. Then the transformation will not take long. Good luck."The guy turned around and went into the room, where he heard the sound of water. He probably went to take a shower.

 At that moment, you felt a strange numbness in your limbs and a sharp nausea. You leaned against the metal cabinets and slowly slid to the floor. Numbness was replaced by tingling, and then by pain and heat. Your body felt like it was on fire. You saw how your limbs began to stretch in length and large masses of muscles began to form on them. Your hands were covered in dark hairs and you could see your muscles bulging under your clothes. Your shirt tightened when your pecs started to swell and pull it forward. Beautiful abs became more and more distinct. You couldn't see it, but your face started to change, becoming nothing like your old face. Nakone your clothes began to change. Shoes became more dull, until they lost color and became white. Their texture was replaced by fabric and the style became more sporty. You had white sneakers on your feet now. Your pants shortened and began to resemble grey sweat pants. The shirt took on a light green color and tightly wrapped around your new muscular torso. Finally the blue cap came out of the air on your head. After that, you fainted from the pain and shock.

You woke up when the guy in the singlet pulled you over your shoulders. "Dude, Wake up. Welcome to the sports club"

 "What happens? What happened to me?!"You asked questions almost intuitively and suddenly realized that your voice has also changed, becoming deeper. 

"No worries bro. It's too late to do anything now. Your destiny is to be in this damn club now. In this creature of the devil. This place turns you into a non-you and feeds on your energy from the impenetrable life. I used to be a regular guy, too. But I've been here almost 30 years. One plus: this place at least makes you forever young handsome. I'm sorry, man, but your old life is over and your next eternal life in this place has begun. Let's go, I'll show you the gym " Only now you realize the hopelessness of his position. You had to follow the guy and accept your fate.

You started with a warm-up and ended with an eternity...

Hey, guys. I finally wrote another story. She was supposed to be out before Halloween, but I was a little late. I hope you celebrated it well. This story is in a slightly different format (referring directly to "You"). Hope you enjoy :)

The second stage of the witch-hunter's corruption. The first stage is the black eyes and face cracking (there's an example somewhere in the ballpoint doodle page, but I'll be sure to post more). It's a transformation curse laid upon those who dare to hunt the Witches. More on that later.

Someone should tell poor Jojo. She's gonna lose a fashion buddy.

A CURSE

My mother was given the curse of a child like her. A stubborn, emotional, and thoughtful child came from her. You told me that I’m just like you, then go on in the same breath to tell me how bratty, sassy and how much flack you gave your parents. Pushing me into the narrative you have so desperately tried to escape. Im you. And when you wished upon me that I would have a daughter like me I hoped.

For maybe one day I’ll have a baby girl, she’ll be stubborn, strong and just like me when I was her age. Except instead of pointing out her flaws, instead of tearing her down to keep her humble I’ll build her up. I’ll teach her to love herself. Because maybe, maybe I can prove to myself that I am loveable. That somewhere, someone loves me. That I can be loved. With the right treatment, with the proper care this curse you have called upon me will become my own blessing. I will tell her stories of my childhood and remind her she is not me. That she will forge her own path in the world unlike any other.

I’ve been told having a daughter is a curse, you’ll get the sass and smack thrown right back at you. And I hope I do, because I want to treat her with love this time. I want her to know she is loved, she will always be loved. That she won’t be tossed away at the first sign of imperfection. I’ll tell her how proud I am of her. But most of all. I won’t tell her I was scared to have her, I won’t tell her I didn’t want her. I won’t make her regret her life like you did.

I’ll tell her she’s enough for me. Because you never did.

A Look to Match

I had always been the nerdy redhead.  The only thing that wasn’t nerdy about me was my cock.  It was huge.  All the black guys at the gym would always laugh at me getting hard while watching them shower. 

"Looks like one of ours," they would always say.  And I wouldn’t disagree with them.  One day, a strange kid dressed in black came up to me in the locker room.

"You need to match," he whispered to me.

"What?" I asked inquisitively as he blew a weird dust on me.  When I finished coughing he was gone.  The rest of the day progressed as it normally would.  I was packing my backpack when I noticed something was different.  I had no freckles on my arm.

"Well, that’s weird," I said out loud.  My voice even cracked a little.  I just ignored it and went home.  That night I had the strangest dreams.  I was playing football, basketball, having sex with my teammates.  It was bizarre.

When I woke up, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  I starting taking my morning piss when I noticed my pubes were short and black.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed in a much lower and gravely voice.  I saw something strange in the mirror out of the corner of my eye.  My head had been shaved, I had a deep tan and my face looked a little more square.

"No no no no no," I repeated over and over to myself.  Then, the cramps started.  I fell on the floor as my limbs started to burn.  Like someone had set them on fire.  I watched in agony as my chest started to swell and get larger. My biceps felt like someone had implanted baseballs into them.  

My new larger hand noticed my cock and started stroking it.  It was almost pitch black.  I noticed my hand was much darker, too.  I started stroking faster as my legs practically inflated.  I came all over my darker stomach.  

I looked in the mirror and noticed my face was completely different.  Broad nose and thick, luscious lips.  Perfect for sucking off my teammates.  Wait, I’m not on any teams.  It was then I remembered my dreams.  I was Michael now.  

It wasn’t until later that day that  I figured it out.  He made the rest of me match my cock.  They always said it should have been black…and now it definitely was.

Cursed by Mistake

Chase was the star Quarterback.  He was the most popular frat dude in college.  As a bro, he always had a million friends and got along with pretty much everyone he met.  

College was a blast for him so he decided to do a Master's when he graduated.  Why go to real life when you can stay in college?  He still lived with his frat bros and didn't care that he was older than them.

On his 28th birthday, they went out to the nearby lake to celebrate, drink some beers, pass the old pigskin and just have fun.  There was a Mexican family there next to them.  All the family.  Aunts, uncles, grandparents, children.  One of the youngest brothers passed Chase the ball when he wasn't looking.  It hit the Grandma (the oldest looking one) right in the head.  She nearly fell over.  The family members helped her up.  She started screaming.  They looked worried and started to bring her over towards the guys.

She started going towards Chase who she thought had hit her and started yelling some strange words at him.  Chase used his charm to calm her down.  The family left and they continued their party.

Chase went home to his small house that evening and started to feel really strange.  He wondered what that woman had said to his friend.  He remembered pieces of it and decided to investigate.  But Spanish wasn't is first language so he only got a few translated before he felt exhausted.  Chase decided to go to bed and work on it in the morning.

Waking up he had a little headache.  He stood up and walked over to the bathroom.  He splashed some water in his face to see if it would help.  He looked in the mirror and noticed that his chest was completely smooth.

"Well that's weird.  I never shave it all off," he says rubbing it.  He notices that it felt kind of good.  He pinched his nipple as it gets hard.

"So sensitive," he started to stroke his cock as he moaned.  He blinked for a second and stopped.

"Women like to play with their nipples.  And I am definitely not one of those," Chase said as he left the restroom not really caring.

Later in the day the bros are sitting around and decide to play some beer pong.  Chase usually could drink a few cups and be fine, but today he was having problems throwing the ball and had to drink a few times.  He got drunk really fast.

"Fuck bro you wasted already?" one of his brothers asked and he realized he was.  Chase felt like his stomach was moving closer to his throat as he runs to the bathroom.  After throwing up, he looked in the mirror and noticed the sink was a lot closer to his face then he usually was.  Looking closer in the mirror, he noticed his hair was much darker.

Thinking it was just the booze, he continues his game of beer pong sitting it out since he was already wasted.  He starts really flirting with a lot of the bros and they start to act funny around him.  Chase decides to go to bed drunk since he started feeling way too sick.

The next morning, Chase had quite the headache.  And as usual, morning wood.  He started rubbing his cock but noticed it felt...smaller?  He put his hand in his pants and felt a smaller cock but something else as well, a FORESKIN!  Chase quickly pulled his baggy underwear off and looked to see a small, brown uncut cock.

"That's not my cock!" he shouted.  He noticed his voice was quite a bit higher and had a weird accent.  He looked around and noticed he isn't in his frat house anymore.  He was in a small room with Hispanic shirtless dudes on his walls.

Running to the bathroom (which he was kind of surprised he knew where it was) he looked and saw a thin, Mexican boy looking back at him.  

That old woman...what did she say to me?  Suddenly, Chase knew.  It was an old Mexican curse. Looking back in the mirror he knew.

"She changed me into one of her grandchildren to teach me better.  But I didn't throw that ball," Chase said.  Suddenly, the door opens and there is another young Mexican boy.

"Hey sexy," he grabbed Chase and kissed him.  Chase started to push away.  I'm not gay, I'm not gay...mmmmm.  New memories flooded Chase's mind.  His name was Carlos.  17 years old and totally gay.  Raised by his Abuela who let him be whoever he was meant to be.  And someone who had more respect for his elders.

Urso-Beer?

The frat party had been crazy.  There was this beer.  I don't even remember what it was called.  Urso-brew or something like that.  It tasted awesome.  The frat guys wouldn't drink it though.  There was a whole keg of it.  But me and some of the other nerds were allowed to drink as much as we wanted for free. I thought that my friend looked bigger and had a beard at the end of the night but he couldn't grow one to save his life.  He kept telling me that I was bald.  Even though I never did anything with it, I did have a nice full head of hair.  And my shirt kept riding up my torso for some reason.  I always have worn a small. Man, I'm hung over.  That beer made me feel so bloated.  I guess I should get up and take a piss.  But, my body is sore everywhere.  Like, it's been stretched.  Oh well, I'll just roll over and go back to sleep.

Russian Shirt

"Come on out stud!" yelled my boyfriend as I slipped the weird shirt he bought me on.  He said he bought it from a Russian gypsy.  It's supposed to make you into some kind of sexy Russian or some non-sense.

As I slipped it on, I felt a massive heat coming from my chest.  It started to practically inflate into a shelf of pecs.  It spread out to my arms as my biceps turned into two softballs.  My arms got a darker coating of hair and inflated some.  I could feel my abs tensing as they become some nice abs.  My legs got super thick and I had some hot thighs.  My hair turned black as I grew a nice and thick beard on my face.  

My face rounded out some as it became that of a cute Russian mans.  I walked into the bedroom and flexed for my boyfriend.  He gave me a cocky smirk and said, "Can't wait to see what's under those briefs, Comrade."