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They said it was impossible. They said that you were waisting your talents. They said your perverted mind had infected you thoughts and brain. But oh, they were wrong.

Seemless Virtual Reality rooms were a reality, and you had finally finished your very own VR Chamber, in which to allow anything to happen.

The sliding doors open to allow your brilliant body through, into your latest invention. The VR Chamber was something truly magical. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Holding out your arm you imagine a delicious red apple, and when you open your eyes, balancing on your palm was a shiny apple just as you had imagined it. You take a bite, savouring the sound and taste it made, seemless from reality. You realized then that you would instantly lose yourself to fantasy as you played in this grey chamber, a chamber which could imagine any whim you wanted.

However the whim you wanted had little to do with you. You always took pleasure in others pleasures, you wanted to be a part of others fantasies, which was coincidentally your fantasy as well. You aimed to please, which always made you submissive to a superior in your head, and today you would achieve someone who would direct their every will; making their dreams come true and bending reality to their whim.

You tried to think of anyone, anything, hot enough to dominate and would be a great body to bow down to. When you think you finally have it, you close your eyes again, and picture this perfect person.

When you open your eyes things are radically different, like you were seeing the world through a whole different lens. You were immediately noticing the anime style all around you, everything was so colourful! You felt your face and although everything felt like it should, you couldn't help but notice your eyes taking a larger space now, just like anime! No longer were you in a sterile grey room but a alleyway in Japan and in front of you was a handsome god.

A slim teen with spiky orange hair and a casual outfit of a grey hoodie and jeans which screamed with personality. He was so hot looking, he seemed to have a literal aura around him as he took a few steps closer to you, “Hey are you... Are you alright?”

You blink a few times before shaking the blank look off your face, “No, uh... I mean I am good, fine, whatever. How are you?” You mind can hardly comprehend that this is all happening never mind keep a conversation going.

He just raises his eyebrow, “Yeah... You were just staring like a zombie and I was just making sure that you were alright... Anyways sayonara.” He starts turning around but you put your hands out in protest.

“Ah no I mean, I am feeling like... all light headed, you know where there is a clinic nearby?” You hope that he would allow you to follow him.

He sighs and groans a bit, he runs his hand through his gorgeous orange hair, “Yeah my dad runs one. Follow me. It's nearby.”

You give a little courtesy bow, and follow close behind him, not being able to help looking at his sexy confident form, imagining him standing over you, a master. You also put aside thoughts of what was really happening and what was purely in your head, you know that is not important right now.

You find yourself quickly in front of the Kurosaki clinic and are let inside. You take off your shoes by the door, but realize you really don’t feel like having a whole medical check-up. You wave your arms a bit, “Uh hey Ichigo, can I quickly use your toilet?”

He points up the stairs, and you run up. Ichigo then gives a pause, “Did I tell that guy my name? Hmm maybe I did...” He then proceeded to head up the stairs going into his bedroom.

You exit the bathroom and step into Ichigo’s room, “Hey nice room...” You mutter making this as least awkward as possible.

He shakes his head, “Sorry, you feeling better? Or can I help you, or....”

You interrupt him, “Look I know you are busy guy, so I am just going to say this, I can make your life a million times better.”

He groans, “Shit, I do not need some salesman talk right now. Leave!”

You hold out your hands in protest, “No no, not at all, I am giving you something for free, not selling anything.”

He sits in the desk chair and opens his arms wide, “Okay what?”

You take a deep breath, and exhale, “Okay, what do you want right now this second?”

He scratches his head, trying to figure you out. “This sounds like nonsense but I will shoot, how about 100000 ¥?” He smirks realizing that this was some kind of game.

You close your eyes, and open them, seeing Ichigo with a brown briefcase in hand. He jumps in shock, “What kind of... What the hell?” He pops the locks open to see it filled with bills, “Okay so you are some kind of magician?”

“No Ichigo, I mean when is last time this happened to you in a magic show?” You start to close the gap between the two of you, “To be completely honest Ichigo, I have... Abilities and I want them to be used by you. I want you to use my powers to change the world to serve you.”

He shakes his head, “Well I am not going to lie. I have seen some weird stuff, like stuff that would make your head melt, but this is too far. I guess thanks for the money and thanks for the great... um... I don’t know, just leave!” He stands up and points to the door.

You get to your knees, “Oh don’t be like that, please let me show you how I can help.”

“Man you are getting on my nerves, leave this room in two seconds or else...” Stress veins were on the side of his head.

You did not like this, and you didn’t want to alter anything, but clearly Ichigo needed an... attitude adjustment. You closed your eyes and opened them again. This time it was Ichigo who had the strange blank stare on his face.

He rapidly shook his head and then grinned a devilish smirk “So you want to serve me, huh?”

You nod your head enthusiastically, “Oh yes, let me serve you Mister Kurosaki!” The look on his face made you shiver, and you felt your prick rush with blood, tenting your boxers and your head rubbing against the jean fabric.

Ichigo sways to the desk chair and sits back down, never taking his eyes off you, “I will tell you what I want. I want to be bigger.”

You thought it was vague, but you knew what he wanted. What all men wanted when they said bigger. You close your eyes and imagine what would be the perfect male form to match this orange haired god. You imagined massive athletic biceps, masculine pecs, a thick core with toned stomach, wider shoulders too. Your mind continued until you heard a moan from the man in front of you.

He threw his head back and gave a deep grunt. You could tell he was relishing the feelings inside of him, the warmth of growing. His muscles were rising like baking bread, his hoodie getting tighter and tighter. He zipped it down quickly to take it off, exposing his heaving hot torso where beads of sweat trailed down from his increasingly more muscular pecs down in between each individual ab. Panting, he brought his right arm into his view and gripped his fingers, flexing his biceps. He gave a faint laugh as he saw his arm continue to grow more and more muscles, getting to the size of about 20” around, bloody huge.

He then stood up, noticing that growth was not limited to muscle size but to his height too. In a few seconds, he touched the 10’ foot roof with his hand outstretched but quickly focused on what was happening closer to the ground. He noticed that his jeans were more or less ruined, his giant calve and thigh muscles causing holes throughout. But where the tiny size of the pants stood out the most, was the massive bulge threatening to break through at any second. He stopped growing and sighed, “That was just delicious!” He licked his mouth.

You shuddered in pleasure, not feeling worthy enough to be in his presence. He just went from a teen to a muscle god in a minute, and what a minute it was! You couldn't help but play with your hard thing in your pants, massaging the head, as you watched him check himself out.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, the bed groaning under the amount of pure muscular weight. He looks straight at your lust filled body, “Now I want my dick sucked.”

You ears were over joyed to hear such amazing words in a sentence, and you tried your best to sexily crawl between his thick legs. You were in awe at the man who looked like he could easily cripple you with just his thumb. He was all man and you wanted to worship every inch of him. You got to your knees and used your hands to slowly get the tight fly down and get his dick out in the open. But you should have known, his dick was too big to pop out of the fly!

Ichigo felt you pet his huge rod with your tinier hands and twitched. Getting impatient, he stuck his finger in the fly, and effortlessly tore the jeans off like they were tear-aways, leaving him in some stuffed boxers.

You pull his dick out of the left leg hole, and admire its length and width. Honestly it was the greatest cock you had seen. It was perfectly shaved, was powerful and veiny, and was slightly wet in pre-cum and sweat. You eagerly put your mouth on the pink head, and tease the tool with your tongue. You ponder to yourself if things could get better.

“What the hell is going on out there?!?!”

Rukia Kuchiki dressed in non-flattering pajamas, swung the doors open of the closet, where she slept from time to time and her jaw simply dropped at what she saw. She stared like she had seen the impossible, her mind essentially shutting down, blabbering.

Your sexy dominant man smirked as you continued to taste his cock in your mouth, he wanted you to do something, but what is his plan?