The Scoville Family - Gonzo’s Imagination Ring

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Author’s Notes:

This particular series of branches was inspired by Mr. Filler’s “Fillerton - The Charmings!” over on the Unending BE addventure.

The first five main branches were actually the original story I had planned, but it felt like it was missing something, so why shouldn't I throw it up onto CHYOA and turn it into a little tree of stories?

Our main Protagonist is going to be Max, who mysteriously acquires and quickly loses a ring that can alter reality based on the imagination of its wearer.

Any changes made by the ring will be noticeable unless the wearer specifically imagines their changes to go unnoticed, and that's pretty much it!.

As always, do whatever you want if you plan on adding your own chapters!

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Max pulled into the driveway of his home next to his dad’s SUV and looked down at the shiny and silvery band wrapped around his ring finger.

The word “Gonzo” was inscribed into the metal in a fancy cursive font, and it always felt a little cold against his skin.

It was certainly odd, the pale nineteen-year-old thought to himself with a frown. For the life of him, Max couldn’t remember how or when it’d gotten there, but it was a bit concerning that he couldn’t take it off. It wasn’t tight on him, and he barely knew it was there when he wasn’t paying attention to it, although any efforts made to remove it proved to be fruitless.

With a sigh, he left his car and went towards the front door of his house dressed in a pair of black cargo shorts and a long-sleeved gray shirt.

Max could hear and smell the food that was sizzling as soon as he walked inside, and he poked his head into the kitchen to see his mom standing in front of the stove dressed in a simple white blouse and faded jeans. Sherrie was a pretty woman with a narrow waist, long brunette hair, a pair of shapely hips, and a set of fairly big breasts. Max was sure they looked better in a bra than not, but he (and his friends) couldn’t deny that she was a MILF through and through.

Sitting at the dinner table was Andy, his father. He stood a head taller than Max at an even six feet in height, and his clean-shaven jawline was square and sturdy. He was wearing a light-blue dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of beige slacks, which was his normal attire for work.

Max passed the kitchen and then the living room, where his twin sister Jill was watching TV and chatting on the phone with her friend April. Jill’s attire consisted of a light-pink tank-top and a pair of black running shorts, although those clothes would fit better on someone with the curves to show them off. The blonde-haired girl sporting a short pixie cut and a lip ring was the same height as Max, and the two were always in playfully butting heads and competing over whatever they did together.

When Max eventually found his room, and entered to discover his eighteen-year-old brother sitting at his computer playing games on his computer. Kevin was just above five-and-a-half-feet-tall, which made him feel a bit better about not being the tallest one in the house, with even their mom being a couple of inches taller than Max. The youngest of three was dressed in a simple black shirt and comfortable green basketball shorts, and his scruffy brown hair was being pushed down around his head by a black beanie, which slightly obscured his eyes.

“Hey Max.” He said, turning to glance at him for a second. “Don’t worry, I’m almost done.”

“No worries.” He said, wandering over to his bed before plopping down on it. “I won't need it tonight."

Kevin didn’t respond, giving his full attention to the retro RPG on the screen.

He’d been borrowing Max’s computer almost every day for the last few weeks since his laptop stopped working, and while he didn’t mind having his brother use his stuff, sharing a room with him kept either of them from rubbing one out in peace, and that's exactly what Max was in the mood to do.

For some reason, ever since he realized the Gonzo Ring was on his finger during the drive home, Max’s dick had been fairly swollen and cramped in his shorts.

Throughout his adult life, Max liked to imagine that his cock was actually growing in size within whatever pair of bottoms whenever it swelled up, which was likely due to a kinky daydream or idle thoughts of lust. He had porn to blame for those being a regular things in his life, he thought. Growth and expansion kinks in general were hot as fuck, and even though such things were impossible without extensive and sometimes dangerous surgeries, he at least had plenty of content on the net and one hell of an imagination that helped satisfy his unrealistic desires.

Max kicked off his shoes and decided to go to the bathroom to take care of himself before his balls exploded.

He left his room, stepped inside the restroom and locked the door behind him, and then dropped his shorts to allow his thick cock to flop out in the brisk air.

Max froze at the sight of it.

Somehow, his dick was bigger! Instead of the slender six-inch rod that he once sported, a beefy eight-inch python was dangling and twitching between his slender thighs. It rested above his enhanced balls, each of them the size of large eggs.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled to himself, reaching out with both hands to grip it. “How?”

The shiny and eerily cold ring on his finger caught his attention as soon as it touched his dick, and he slowly brought it up to his face to give it another wide-eyed examination.

He hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a tiny inscription along the band's edge

“Anything that the wearer of this ring imagines deeply enough will become true.”

This had to be a joke, Max thought to himself as he looked back down at his dick.

He swallowed nervously, then imagined it growing by another inch, and his heart practically exploded with furious beats as it grew longer in his hand.

“Holy shit…” He said, giving it a long and slow stroke as a clear bead of seed appeared at the tip. “This is amazing…”

Max couldn’t help himself. He’d been pent up before, but this time he was hornier than he’d ever felt before. After sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet, he grabbed his huge cock with both hands and began exploring it as he masturbated.

A part of him knew that he might have to be careful with his very active imagination from now on, so he kept his eyes open and simply used the sight in front of him to fuel his lust. He imagined how it would be to be constantly hard, and to be able to fuck for hours without tiring. He couldn’t help but wonder how his girlfriend Rene would react to seeing it in its current state.

He pictured her coming over and seeing the look of shock on her face as he whipped it out, then her dropping down to her knees and trying to stuff his fat cock down her throat as far as it would allow.

It didn’t take long at all for him to climax, and it was stronger than he expected as a few thick ropes of seed shot out onto the tiled floor in front of him.

Just as he was about to recover, he idly imagined what it would be like to have his orgasms much longer, with the production of his cum being practically infinite.

This caused him to audibly moan as he began cumming again. His steely cock thumped hard in his grasp, jerking and throbbing as a thick jet of hot white goo began firing out from its tip like a small firehose. This lasted about thirty seconds before he reluctantly willed himself to stop, afraid that he was about to fall into some kind of perpetually cumming coma.

With a long and shaky sigh, Max stared down at the mess in front of him with a dumb chuckle.

He imagined the liter of cum that’d splashed all around the wall and floor in front of him would vanish without a trace, and in the next moment, every drop seemed to disintegrate into nothing.

God, this is awesome, he thought with another chuckle.

As he held up his hand while the other casually stroked his still erect cock and occasionally went lower to massage the flawless tennis balls below it, Max felt lucky to have been the one to find the ring. He couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if, say, anyone in his family had found it first. Well, he could, mainly because they all seemed like normal enough people. Then again, what if they all had a hidden twisted side they never showed, Max wondered. Having always suppressed all sorts of desires that they once thought impossible, then using the ring to fulfill all of their outrageous fantasies...

Just then, as Max was holding the ringed hand in front of his face, the metal band vanished without a trace.

Max’s eyes went wide as he stopped playing with himself and jumped to his feet.

“Fuck!”