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Hey there! I update this blog with new stuff Monday till Friday. I tend to post my muscle growth captions and stories. I write about my fantasies of men growing into perfection, in a variety of manners. Feel free to send my any requests, I'll see if my limitless powers can make your wildest muscle dreams into a reality.

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Settling in.
“Fuck man, you’re really settling in. This pic is gonna get all the guys hungering for you.” Brax’s deep voice boomed.

“That distant stare… All those hard as shit muscles on full display in the afternoon sun. I can’t imagine a guy who wouldn’t want to get a taste of those salty lips while having your prickly beard pressing in their faces.” Brax continued with a soft whistle of admiration. 

Brax tried adjusting his extremely formidable package with as much subtly as he could muster.

“Every boy on the block is gonna want to get up close with the guy who has biceps bigger than their heads.” Jeff replied with a grin. 

The muscular beast swiped through the rest of his photo album. Jeff smiled while showing off some of the other pictures his photographer had made that day on the small phone screen.

It weren’t all that many. It hadn’t been long before the twerp taking pictures had given in too his urges and had licked each and every muscle that Jeff had on display squeaky clean. 

Brax couldn’t decide if the special shine on Jeff’s huge chest in the pictures came from either a dive in the pool or was just from the natural layer of sweat coating the huge man.

Well, ‘natural’, that was a strong word.

“Very nice. Clearly I need to get me one of pro photographers too for a shoot.” Brax said while using his thick and muscular digit to do some more swiping down Jeff’s photo album.

Jeff raised an eyebrow.

“Those pictures on your Instagram looked alright.” The viking look Jeff said bemused, recalling the various lewd pictures of Brax bursting out of clothing. 

Brax shrugged, his wide lats rolling with the effort.

“Lot’s of close-ups of my bulge. Need someone to capture the rest of my huge and hunky body. Whoever this dude is, he clearly appreciates your steel like muscularity.” Brax said with widening grin.

Jeff chuckled, the little guy sure had been in pure awe and admiration when Jeff had first thrown of his shirt and revealed his cobblestone six pack and voluminous pecs.  

“Well, when you’re hung like us, it’s hard not having those monsterous cocks dominate every picture they’re in.” The viking mumbled while adjusting his own quickly inflating package. 

Brax swiped through some more pictures. But his smile quickly faded when, in between the galleries of him using his footlong salami to split open bubble butts, and photo’s others had taken from is insanely muscular and manly physique, the big man noticed a selfie Jeff had taken. 

“Dude.” Brax said in a tone of annoyance while his faced pulled into a grimace.

Jeff looked over, his selfie stretched out over the phone screen. His tanned skin almost immediately went white.

The selfie was from just a few weeks ago. Most wouldn’t recognise viking looking Jeff right away, mostly because he was a few hundred pounds lighter, nearly a foot and half shorter, and looked more like a twig than the towering hunk of manly muscle he was now. 

 The two friends locked eyes, Jeff’s cheeks burning scarlet on his pale skin.

“I told you to delete all your old pictures.” Brax said in a hushed tone.

Jeff looked at his size 17 feet in embarrassment. 

“What if someone had found this selfie? What if someone had made the connection between this twig like stain of bones, and your current deliciously hunk and powerful body?” Brax scolded.

“I told, you could join our little league of super studs, but you had to keep a low profile. I thought you were settling in just fine…” Brax said, bouncing his pecs and stretching his large and beefy arms.

“We can’t have anyone know. Otherwise the whole town, the whole country, the whole world, they’d all want to be looking like a god of size and strength who can drive any girl of guy to orgasm with a simple glance. We really can’t have that, my brot--” Brax continued on babbling about ‘responsibility’ and ‘secrecy’ but Jeff wasn’t really listening anymore, checking out the grooves on his muscles was far more interesting. 

“You didn’t transform anyone else, did you?” Brax said with side eyed glance, his voice cutting through the increasingly thick fog of pleasure clouding Jeff’s mind.

“What? Do the one thing you ordered me not too? No way.” Jeff said, in a tone that might to a more observant listener sound like slight panic.

Brax wasn’t really that observant any more though, his own steel like muscles brushing against the viking sitting next to him had awakened more than a few things inside him.

“Good. You know how easy it goes. Just one drop of cum down their throats and they’d be looking like an stallion made for fucking and lifting just like us. Then they can turn people into super studs themselves. The shit you’d be in if you turned someone without the league’s permission…” Brax mumbled while eyeing his friends outward jutting pecs

Jeff let out a nervous laugh hearing his friends comment, quickly putting his phone back in his pocket.

While doing so, his own twenty plus inch arm brushed against that of equally muscular Brax. That finally pushed both men over the edge, and it wasn’t long before they were rolling around the floor, kissing passionately in a duel of tongue’s. 

Jeff was glad Brax hadn’t stumbled upon the big folder of Jeff’s thick manhood shooting loads down the throats of tiny and eager twinks. Turning a hundred men in his first week probably wasn’t gonna make Jeff look too good.



Stage Fright.

Kameron’s breath was raspy and uncontrolled. He kept pushing his thick glasses up the ridge of his nose, his boney fingers unrhythmically tapping on his skinny legs.

Describing him as a nervous wreck would be an understatement. 

Feverishly he mumbled out his one line in his nasally voice. 

“Thin like a twig? You betcha. Doesn’t mean we aren’t gonna get ya!”

Kameron just hoped his out of tune singing voice wouldn’t be too disruptive. He had to replace one of his friends last minute for a speaking role in the college performance of ‘The Wizard of Oz’. The prospect of playing one of the trees with a singing line, rather than just standing motionless in the background while he waved his leaf coated hands like normal, had nearly given him a heart attack.

Through the stage curtains Kameron could spot the various actors jumping across the stage while the actors sang their heart out. Kameron couldn’t help but look a bit envious at the football jock playing the Scarecrow sensually making out with their barely dressed version of Dorothy.

Not because Kameron really had any interest of the hot bimbo of his own. No, he was more jealous of how confidently the two were in front of an audience. The small, frail nerd knew he was up in a minute, and also knew that even if he’d manage to get his line out, it’d likely sound small and meek. 

“I wish I could walk around the stage with such confidence.” He said dreamingly.

Suddenly a bright light seemed to envelop the world, even with his eyes tightly closed Kameron couldn’t see anything but a shining brightness. A pulsing headache clouding much of what Kameron knew about the world suddenly painfully shot through the small man’s big brain. 

Then suddenly, the light faded.

“Sorry! Light malfunction!” One of the barely trained technicians meekly mumbled.

“Everything all right Kam?” Another operator asked in a tone of combined fright and concern.

Kam? No one called Kameron that. Kam implied his name was said often enough it needed shortening. 

“All good.” The inexperienced actor said in voice that was many octaves lower than just a minute ago, 

Softly Kameron opened his eyes again, looking at his reflection in the mirror for last costume check ups.

He winked a few times, convinced his eyes were still messing with his vision while staring at what was supposed to be his mirror image. 

But, after each wink, the large shadow in the mirror didn’t go away. In fact, it only seemed to grow clearer and huger.

In disbelief Kameron took in the big body occupying nearly all of the mirror surface.

A nearly nude bodybuilder was blinking back at Kameron in the reflection. 

Kameron raised his right arm.

The powerful muscular man of his reflection did exactly the same. 

Kameron flexed his bicep.

The amount of muscle mass that jumped and tightened in his reflection wouldn’t look out of place on a god. 

In shock Kameron looked down, and saw as he feared.

Somehow his skinny, unremarkably shrimpish and twerpy body had suddenly turned into the massive piece of muscle meat he had seen in his reflection. 

Slowly Kameron bounced and flexed a few of his remaining muscles, feeling liquid power shoot through his skin with each muscle that felt ready to burst out of his skin. He felt ready to lift a car.

A grin swept over his face. “...And saw as he feared.”? Fuck no. Suddenly blowing up in size wasn’t anything to be fearful of in the slightest, it was awesome. 

With some difficulty he managed to see past his outward putting pecs a bit. He was in nothing but a tight poser, and the garment seemed to be struggling quite a bit with a massive cock that had the throbbing and excited nature of a member that realised it was now attached to one of the finest specimen alive of masculinity.

“Seriously, again Kam? You just had five twinks drain you for hours. Fuck it. You’ll be going on stage with the rest of the trees with pre leaking member on full display. It’s not like all of campus doesn’t already know you are a extremely well endowed super stud. “ The musical's director said in a tone of playful annoyance.

Oh. Right. The play. 

Somehow, with the weird occurrence of him turning into the size wider than the tree was playing as, Kam didn’t feel nervous in the slightest.

Kameron he looked up, staring at the rest of the group of antagonists made out of wood. All of them had been transformed into similar highly ripped and insanely muscular bodybuilders. Well, none was quite as big as the new towering 6’8 mountain of steel Kam now was, but some got quite close. 

Kameron felt an intense wave of pleasure shoot through his body while they strutted all onto the stage. He felt enticed by the prospect of exploring all these hunks’ powerful muscles and bubbly butts, that were barely covered up the leaf green posers that now had pass as costumes, as soon as they were back in the changing room.


Overall the college’s theatre group's performance of the Wizard of Oz got glowing reviews from the nearby paper.

Although the first act was rather a drag, as soon as a certain group of men as wide as trees strutted onto the stage it really picked up. The five minute long song on their meaty logs making them horny 24/7 really hit home. And when the cute footballer playing the scarecrow went down on his knees to worship their devine bodies and cocks you could really feel the pleasure out of their grunts of approval.

The moans of lust coming from the orgy the stage ended up turning into ended up being the best song the small town reviewer had ever heard. 

With the way every muscle in the body of Kam rocketed with his every orgasm you almost believed him when the sex god looking man screamed out he had just lost his virginity. 

Of course, everyone in the audience had a hard time believing that the man looking like he could dwarf most professional weightlifters had only just now popped his cherry. The man was just a brilliant actor.

A brilliant, huge, sexy and hung, actor. 



Awaiting his Arrival. 

“How’s this pose. Menacing enough?” Ben asked with a grin.

Ian pursed his lips, carefully looking at how dangerously hot his friend was looking while he had his arms widely spread on the cushions, his muscles bulging threateningly.

“Pose is nearly perfect. Push out your pecs a little though.” Ian said, his soft voice nothing more than a mumble compared to his friends deep bass. 

The big man lying on the bed obliged, the thick pecs cascading with size while he rearranged them till they perfectly showed off how powerful the iron slabs were. 

“And. Uh. Push up your dick a little. Don’t want those thick legs obscuring the salami.”

Ben grinned at the mention of his new supreme cock, eagerly grabbing his extremely formidable bulge till it was clear to see just how much his underwear was struggling keeping the tool of pleasure in line. 

“What did you say was my line again?” Ben asked. 

It was clear the lumbering stud wasn’t really paying attention. The titan of size was mostly preoccupied with one hand running the eight cobblestone bricks making up his abs, and smirking while he looked at his other hand softly kneading the large amount of hardening man meat making up his nether regions.  

“I don’t know. Just say something along the lines of ‘Guess who’s taking over your position as the football quarterback, twerp.’ It doesn’t really matter, he’s gonna mostly be focused on the fact the nerd he bullied for years is now outsizing him by a nearly a hundred pounds anyways.” Ian said with a shrug.  

Ben chuckled, clearly the testerone factory he had hanging between his legs was doing it’s job and filling him up with much needed confidence.

“You think I’ve got time to beat out another one before he gets here?” He asked with feigned innocence. 

Ian slowly squinted at the perfect male image his friend had turned into.

“He’s gonna be here in a minute. Besides, haven’t you emptied those balls enough already?” Ian mumbled, while trying not letting his cheeks burn scarlet while he thought about the sixth time Ben had came that morning, his hot spunk going right down Ian’s tight throat. 

Ben shot Ian a look that made it very clear he’d never be not horny ever again. 

Ian just swallowed. He hoped Ben would be able to cage his desires enough during the stern talking to they had planned for the rest of the football team. 

The new huge Ben was supposed to be intimidating. But if things were going as they were now, the day would likely be filled with jocks dropping to their knees while doing everything thing to get a taste of the throbbing man meat swinging between Ben’s new marble legs. Or a scramble to simply get the honour of touching one of Ben’s many massive muscles. 

Ian didn’t even get a chance for further objections before the football captain and former tormenter they had been waiting for finally barged in. The look of awe on his face while he stared at the sweat from Ben’s steel like muscularity soaking his mattress seemed mixed with a healthy dose of lust.

With a sly grin the nerd thought that no matter how the day with the new behemoth that was Ben was going to turn out, it was probably going to be good.



Bigger than Ever.

“Lil’ Bro, good to see you!” 

A shiver traveled down Jack’s spine while he heard the deep bass of his older brother’s greeting. 

“Hi Dave.” Jack mumbled meekly, not quite wanting to look up from the floor and be greeted his brother’s massive body.

But Dave, like usual, cared little for what his little brother might want and quickly grabbed him for a hug. Jack tried his very best to not pop a boner while his small body was pressed into his brother’s steel like pecs, his thin legs dangling in the air while the huge biceps of his brother easily kept him suspended in the air. 

“Damn little bro, did you get shorter?”

Jack knew this was just his brothers usual spiel, but played along anyways. Who wouldn’t when they were trapped in between a set of huge outward jutting pecs.

“No Dave. You must have gotten taller again.”

This earned a chuckle from Dave, something which sent a rippling through the entirety of his huge body.

“Damn! Last time I saw you I was like… 6’8? Think I can add a few inches to that.” Dave said with a grin. 

Clearly talk of how massive his body was got the tall man going, because Jack could feel Dave’s mammoth meaty bulge he was bumping into stir and throb. 

Thoughts of just how incomprehensibly hung Dave was added to the already complicated feelings shooting through Jack’s body after seeing just how much bigger and more studly his brother was looking.

“Haven’t just gotten taller.” Dave said with a smirk, confirming Jack’s suspicions that the big man’s lax training regimen was somehow still paying off with huge gainz. 

And that glint in Dave’s sparkling blue eyes suggested that the meaty baseball bat swinging between his marble pillar thick legs Jack had accidently seen when he had run into the big man after a shower had somehow gotten bigger as well. 

Jack was just hoping the upcoming family weekend wouldn’t have to involve any more awkward nude encounters, being confronted with just how perfect and manly his brother was never failed to fill the small man up with envy. 

“Come on little guy. We still got a long drive to the family cabin.” 

Dave gently put his little brother on the floor, guiding him to his parked car. It was a huge Jeep, and although it was a tight fit for the goliath that was Dave, Jack thought he didn’t look much better than a toddler in the big seat.

With a grin Dave picked up a few of the used custom made condoms littering the floor, the smell of thick cum radiating from the used rubbers. 

“Sorry bro, you know how horny the gym guys get seeing me throw around iron many times heavier than their body weights.” Dave said, softly letting out a reminiscing chuckle. 

Jack could imagine, considering how many times he had jerked off to videos of all the college jocks that had once ruled the campus now begging for his brothers supreme manhood and manly muscles. 

The rest of the car ride was largely silent, apart from a few occasions where Jack couldn’t help himself and smelled the ripe essence of masculinity radiating from Dave’s sweaty gym top.

 Jack could hardly tame his excitement when a few minutes later that got the big man to throw off his tank top and sweater, which besides freeing the deep musk, also gave Jack an excellent view of the sweat running in between the stud’s ripped 8-pack. 

After a few more hours of Jack being painfully hard while studying the every movement rippling through the giant’s arm while steering they finally arrived at the family’s outhouse. 

Dave was looking forward to all of the family being in awe of continued growth. His nerdy little brother was going to attend Harvard after the summer, and the weak nerd had been all the family would talk about for years. But after his ‘growth spurt’ and beefing out most of the family was far more interested in Dave’s bicep size rather than some nerdy achievement.

“We’re gonna be sharing a room. You won’t mind staying out during the day, right little bro? I’ve got my ‘urges’ to take care off…” Dave said with a widering grin.

Jack just nodded. Who was he to get in the way off his massive brother’s jerk off sessions.

The two walked on inside, Dave carrying both of their heavy bags with ease in just one hand. AThe other hand was twisting a small golden ring that he had in his pocket. It had a bright green gem, it’s shine somewhat diminished by the fact it was coated in a sleek layer of the pre cum that was constantly leaking out of his gargantuan cock. 

He turned the ring in his hands a few more times, considering if he should wear it for a few more minutes so he could grow past the big 7 feet. The magical artifact wouldn’t mind being used to keep up his illusion of a natural growth spurt, right?

Dave smirked, man how his uncle had laughed at his aspiration to grow up as a big hulking brute. The frail fuck didn’t even reach his outward jutting pecs now. 

While his family excitedly shrieked as the big man’s big, heavy footfalls made everyone aware of his towering presence, Dave didn’t even notice the small sleek ring suddenly slipping through his fingers.

Nor did he notice how it rolled across the hardwood floor, till it bumped into Jack’s shoes.

And Dave was far too busy showing off his sex oozing body to the fiance of one of his cousins to notice Jack picking up the small muscle growth inducing piece of jewelry with great interest.




Coach in Control.

Toby’s breathing tightened, air seemed like a rare commodity, and the thick furry pecs that were pushing into his face made it the more difficult to breath.

“You OK, Tobes?” A deep tremor asked, the impressive chest that was pushing into Toby’s face vibrating accordingly.

Toby just nodded, letting out another soft moan while he felt the fat rigid cock taking up so much space in his ass twitch. The waterboy pressed his face even deeper into the valley of pecs surrounding his face, biting his lips while he made sure to have another inch of the monstercock stretching open his ass.

Missionary sex was the best. 

Toby made sure he was getting the fullest experience. All the muscle, all the manliness, all the cock. Not an inch of it would be allowed to go unused. He had to make the most of this really, because he knew that after this, no experience on Grindr would compare. How could anyone measure up to a man of this size?

“You better get back to stretching me open, coach.” Toby managed to murmur out between his short breaths. 

The stallion just grunted, picking up his pace again.

Toby felt his eyes roll back, nothing felt as good his tender and tight ass being used for another man’s pleasure. Thrust after thrust filled him like no other man could. The thick biceps planted next to him to support the thick hunk for fucking him into the mattress had never looked so deliciously beefy.

Toby’s bliss increased even more when he suddenly found Coach’s tongue invading his mouth, the man’s soft stubble prickling nicely into his face. The waterboy could even smell the protein from the coach's last shake tainting his breath.

It smelled nice, and not just because Toby knew that was the shake that had transformed the coach from his former drooping middle aged self to his current status as a muscle stud.

The small and tender waterboy could feel the big manhood throb and pulsate inside him menacingly. The muscular behemoth was on the cusp of orgasm. 

Toby didn’t blame him, they had been going at it for what felt like the last hour straight. 

The slender waterboy let the cock stay in his tight ass for a moment longer, before pulling it out with a plop.

“What the…” Coach mumbled, pleasure still hazing his mind.

Toby eagerly pulled off the condom. It was soaked in the constant stream of pre leaking out of coach’s cock. Without much further warning Toby placed his small hands on the gargantuan throbbing manhood. He barely even got to complete a single stroke before it exploded.

And explode it did, jizz shooting out of like a firehose. It wasn’t long before Toby, and the rest of the room, was coated in a thick layer of the other man’s cum. He liked licking his lips clean, the salty taste reminded him of the coach’s lips. 

The orgasm subsided, and the pair panted for a moment. It was only after a minute Toby noticed he had also shot his load, but it was considerably more humble in comparison, his average cock leaking dripping just a few drops. 

“Something tells me it won’t be so hard settling into your new life as a hung and muscular coach, sir.” Toby murmured, looking at the exquisite specimen of human masculinity in front of him with a longing gaze. 

He hadn’t signed up for any of this when he had barged into the coach’s office two hours ago to make another report of disrespectful behaviour from the college football jocks. But he certainly wasn’t gonna complain about getting to witness the coach’s transformation into a bull made for lifting and fucking.

The coach chuckled, gliding his hand through the new canyons that made up his chest. His own muscles felt hard like granite, and if he wasn’t being careful, his new favourite body part would grow to its salami sized granite state too. 

The big man strutted over to his desk, his oversized cock and testerone overflowing balls slapping against his mighty tights with a meaty slap. He grabbed the tub of protein powder from Hunkify that had fueled his own transformation into a powerful brick house of muscle.

 “Not big enough yet?” Toby asked with a slightly bemused tone while looking at the coach mixing up another shake.

A snarky follow up comment dying in his throat when his nostrils were invaded by the coach’s deep musk.

“Oh, I’m big enough alright.” Coach said with a chuckle, his whole demeanor slowly shifting away from his shy pudgy persona into something more formidable.

The coach grabbed the finished shake and walked right up close to Toby, enjoying how much he towered over him with his powerful muscularity.

“I just gotta have an equally big football captain...” Coach said with a smirk.

Toby had downed the thick shake faster than any other men could have.

He could say he was enticed by putting the unbearable set of football jocks in their place. And make them lick his feet after years of taking the waterboy for granted.

But really he just wanted to be able to be fucked by the coach without the big man holding back.

As he saw his own lithe muscularity pop up and inflate at an rapidly accelerating pace, he knew that goal wasn't far out of reach.



Improving the Force.
Like most things in his life, being jailed didn’t faze Antonio in the slightest.

The Greek stud couldn’t recall the last time he had been scared of anything, it came with having muscles that could deadlift most cars. As expected, the dimly lit cell hadn’t raised his heartbeat a bit, he was just waiting till either his immense wealth or a phone call from his powerful father would set him free again. 

With slightly annoyed expression tainting his handsome face he had to admit that his friends had been right in saying the USA wasn’t worth visiting. Apparently strutting around in nothing but a speedo, showing off his juicy pecs and ripped eight pack, was enough to get you thrown into a jail cell. 

To be fair, Antonio’s extremely formidable greek sausage had been spilling out quite a bit of the straining garment. But how was it his fault the makers of the Speedo hadn’t anticipated someone so extraordinary hung would be waltzing around in their feeble piece of clothing. 

“Public indecency my ass, they’re probably just jealous their weak, frail and tiny dicked bodies don’t compare.” Antonio said with a snort. 

All the girls abandoning their husbands as they got a glimpse of what a real man looked like, eyeing Antonio’s hunky body, probably hadn’t made him the most popular man in the city. And everyone spontaneously orgasming whenever they placed a hand on one of his steel like muscles or low hanging fat cock, might have aggravated enough twerps that one was enough of a loser to file a police report. 

Antonio sighed, he couldn’t wait to be back in Europe. At least there the prudes knew to keep their mouths shut when the Greek stud was swaggering around obscenely. 

“Antonio Ambrosia?” A thin, nascally voiced, police officer asked. 

The Greek hunk just rolled his eyes. In a just world, men like Antonio would have every inch of their bodies worshipped by men as shrimpish as this officer, not be locked up by them. Alpha’s deserved all the respect this twerps could muster in his boney body.

“Am I free to go?” Antonio’s deep voice enquired, slightly grinning at the officer’s meek hardon while the frail man glanced at the stud’s unbelievable body with disbelief. 

“Yes. No. Uhm, Yes, you are free to leave, but there is a certain… Condition.” 

Antonio placed his thick hands on his wide back, relishing at the way his biceps blew up in size whenever he inadvertently flexed them. He knew where this was probably heading. Back in Greece a few police officers had arrested him for nonsensical reasons too, with the only way out likely involving their pleasure depraved wives and Antonio’s legendary manhood.  

“We want to test the new ‘MR’ project. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes. It should help prevent similar incidents from happening in the future” The meek man mumbled, trailing every inch of Antonio’s lewd body with a hungry expression. 

The stallion shrugged. It wasn’t ‘fucking your way through a set of hot wives’ levels of fun, but he didn’t mind. He’d test their little project if it’d get him out of the damp cell and back into the sunlight, where his muscles could be put to good use tanning. Maybe it was time to head back to Greece and enjoy being treated as an Alpha should be.

“Fine. Whatever. Just hurry it up.” Antonio said, scratching an itch deep in between the valley of size and manly beef making up his chest. 

The police officer walked into the cell with eager excitement. His boney fingers quickly pulled out an old looking device and applied a few wires to Antonio’s immense frame, the greek god made sure to flex whatever muscle the little man touched, the combined expression of lust and awe never failed to amuse him. 

Lesser men were the greatest toys.

Antonio watched with some intrigue while the officer tapped away at his machine, the “Project MR” logo plastered all over the device.

“What’s ‘MR’ an acronym for anyways.” The rich stud asked, though not really all that interested. He really just wanted to get out of here and stretch some holes open, it had been hours since he had been been able to drain his bull sized balls, a new record for him. 

“Muscle Redistribution.” The police officer said with an unsettling grin. 

Antonio suddenly felt a small shock go through his body, shaking his tall and immeasurably hot frame. His vision slowly turned black and he felt awfully tired.

While his heavy body dropped to the ground he saw a weird horrifying sight. It was probably nothing more than the sleep intruding on him, but Antonio could have sworn his pecs had looked a less impressive. His arms thinner. His bulge less impressive.

A wave of sleep washed over him before he got time to consider any of those things however.


Antonio woke up with a groan. He kept his booze fairly well, and wondered how much he had to have drunk to have a headache this throbbing. 

He rubbed his small tender hand over his head, letting out a small, high pitched moan as he felt his tiny morning wood into his thin thighs. 

Wait, that wasn’t right.

Small tender hands? High pitched voice? Tiny dick?

Antonio let out a squeak as he caught sight of himself in mirror on one of the cell walls. Gone were his muscles. His size. His handsomeness. His commanding presence. He looked even scrawnier than the police officer who had done this to him. 

He’d say his sexiness was gone too, but as he felt his his sensitive bubbly butt he had to admit he was radiating a different kind of sexiness now. He looked like one of those guys he used to drill into the mattress when all the girls were still recovering from taking his meaty battering ram.

Another moan died in his throat as the newly small twink looked at the other side of the cell. The police officer seemed to have undergone the exact opposite transformation. 

His new big feet stood spread far apart as a set of tree trunk thighs forced his legs to spread. His chest was wide and large enough he’d never fit easily through another door again. Antonio got the huge man’s attention after audibly swallowing while taking in the mouth watering size of the former twerp’s new cum cannon. 

“What did you do.” Antonio asked, not quite able to stop rubbing himself while he took in the handsome stud’s thick muscles. The smell emanating from him alone was intoxicating. 

The officer chuckled, his voice a new vibrato. 

“Made sure no one in this town ever indecently shows off again. I mean, when they’ve got a titan like me strutting around, who outsizes all guy’s in every conceivable way, who would think of cockily swaggering around in nothing but an ill fitting speedo?” The policeman said with a widening smirk, bouncing his muscles so it was clear just how huge he was. 

It was not like Antonio could forget for a moment the wealth of muscle adorning this new hunk. He found his mind rather occupied with that, rather than stressing out about losing his own incredible body.

“I’m sorry I had to steal your size little guy. You should be honoured you got this chance to strengthen the force though.” The officer said with a sympathetic grin. 

The new stallion tried his best to fit into his police uniform, suddenly finding the formerly loose hanging clothing suddenly awfully tight. His new supreme manhood was especially bothersome, there seemed to be no way to shove his erect member into his pants. 

“I can help the force out in a few more ways too.” Antonio softly whispered, pushing the meaty pre leaking member down his tight throat.



Strange Changes
“Bzzz” the phone chirped.

Mark grudgingly opened his eyes, wondering who could be sending him text messages at 6am. His nerdy ass certainly wasn’t the most popular around. Knowing he wasn’t gonna get more sleep anyways, Mark opened message.  

“Morning cutie. Just got back from my run.” It read. Attached was a selfie from the finest, thickest, most muscular man Mark had laid his eyes upon all week. 

Instantly Mark felt himself bone up, looking at the studs outward jutting pecs and veiny, beefy arms. Arms that could put quite a few bodybuilders to shame. 

Mark was fully ready to jerk off to this fine, masculinity oozing, specimen when he noticed who sent the picture.

It was Chris from his courses. Nerdy Chris. Thin Chris. Geeky Chris, who spent all his spare time in the comic book store, and not, as this hot picture of a jocky behemoth would suggest, lifting the heaviest weights in the gym.

Most people would perhaps assume the picture was a joke. That there was no way Chris could have simply gained a hundred and fifty pounds overnight. Mark however, was not like most people. And not just because of his far below average height and shrimpish body.

Mostly because he was friends with a reality bending wizard. 

Mark bit his lips, gazing a second longer at the picture’s masculine perfection before clicking over to one of his other contacts.

“I told you not to mess galactic balance, shithead.” Mark typed out, memories of Chris failing to lift up his backpack sharply contrasting the image of the muscular adonis he had must been sent. 

While he waited for a reply, Mark went back to gazing at the handsome smirk adorning Chris’ face, a face beautiful enough to get Mark’s attention away from looking at the powerful body it was sitting on for a few seconds. He always went back to staring at those pecs with a hungry stare however.

“Shit. Did I mess with something again?” Carlos, Mark’s friend, finally replied.

“Don’t try to play innocent. It’s Chris, he went from a scrawny twerp to a thick stud that calls me ‘cutie’.”

“Well. Wasn’t me. You don’t remember Chris as our local porn star who’s fucked his way through nearly half of the campus?”

Mark recalled the way Chris had been shyly stumbling through the halls yesterday, blushing and mumbling whenever he had the misfortune of walking into someone.

“No.” Was Mark’s only reply.

“Hm, can you find anyone else acting or looking out of the ordinary?” Carlos asked.

Mark thought for a deep moment. 

He could hear the female moans of pleasure coming from his older brothers room vibrate throughout the house. The stud probably had another girl to ride his massive muscular shaft. 

He could see his neighbour mowing the grass outside, his bodybuilder sized physique in full display while his muscles shone with a shimmering layer of sweat. 

He could see the mailman swaggering down the road, his muscular arms bursting out of their seams. He had packages on top of packages stacked on his wide shoulders while people swooned whenever they opened the door for him.

Mark remembered all of these people as studs, but now that he was thinking about it, it did seem rather odd to have this many super studs walking around in their small town which didn’t even have a gym.

“I’m… Not sure.” Mark replied, his modest boner pressing into his thin thigh with insistence. 

It seemed all three studs surrounding his house were now taking care of their urges. A deep intense musk of sex and pleasure filling the air.

“I think you are just imagining things man. Next you’re gonna say you don’t remember yourself as the weightlifting champion of our college.”

Mark chuckled. 

At first because he thought his friend was making a great sarcastic joke. Nobody would think for a second Mark’s twig like body could be that of a weightlifter. 

Then he chuckled again, a few seconds later, in a much deep voice. 

Now it was because of the absurdity of for a second thinking his body, where his arms tended to bump into his steel like pecs with his every motion, didn't belong to someone who threw around great weights with ease. 

“Hagaha I ghuyss dso” Mark replied, his thick digits far too big for his phone’s tiny keyboard.

Mark suddenly found the whole discussion about finding out who was messing with the fabric of spacetime a rather boring affair, and wanted to quickly get back to exchanging pics of their godly bodies with Chris.

Comparing pec sizes was Mark’s favourite pastime. 

Mark smiled as he saw Carlos sent him a slew of hot videos of tiny twinks getting monstercocks shoved down their throats. He was such a good friend he likely knew taking care of morning wood each morning took quite a bit of effort. 

Even though the ten inch monsters these pornstars were sporting often didn’t compare to the mammoth sized rod Mark had swinging between his thick thighs (Not to mention their often average bodies not coming close to dense sinew of muscle making up Mark.) The muscle stud still appreciated the stimulation it provided. If nothing else, it just got him horny thinking about how much better he could please these permanently horny twinks.


Carlos took a deep breath of fresh air when he finally saw Mark go offline. Carlos was glad the big man’s primal urges were doing their job in clouding his judgement.

Beefing up Mark had been an improvisation. Carlos silently cursed under his breath, having such a beefcake walking around as a friend was going to be distracting. 

But what else was he supposed to do, admit he had done the one thing he had promised not to do? Messing with lives, making a stud out of everyone he considered worthy? 

Carlos bit his lips. These powers had been rather much of hassle so far. With great power comes great responsibility and all that. The frail nerd was scared he had just taken away his one clear voice of conscious by turning him into a permanently horny muscle hunk. 

Then he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His sunken face. His boney shoulders. His thin frame.

There was no harm in bending the universe a little more to his whims, right? 



The Underwear Run.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Andrew asked in his nasally voice.

Max looked at his three runty friends, standing in nothing but their boxers, a bit quizzically. He nodded no, still unsure if the scrawny nerds were pulling his leg.

The two pale and thin geeks next to Andrew were softly mumbling among themselves. Max could faintly make out the enchantment they had been mumbling all week about ‘bathing in the light of the blood moon’ and ‘running laps three around the house of better men.’ Max had seen the spell in the old tome, and was sure if this wasn’t a prank from his friends, it was probably a cruel joke from the campus jocks.

I mean, who believed that magic could turn you into a muscular stud?

“I’ll pass, thanks. Have fun being branded as weirdo’s for while while you run around naked.” Max said with a soft chuckle.

“Nearly naked.” Andrew corrected, riding the bridge of his glasses back up his nose.

Max thought that the lack of any bulge whatsoever revealed more about Andrew than seeing his pitiful completely naked form probably could show off.

“Alright, your loss.” Andrew said with a shrug, his boney shoulders looking ghostly as the walked out doors

Max couldn’t recall the last time he had seen his weak friends being so desperate.


Max could hear his friends approach from quite the distance before they stepped back into the living room a few minutes later.

“Did you see Stacey ogle over these pecs.”
“Fuck no man, she was totally looking barely contained salami.”
“Right guys, Hate to break it to you, but she was totally swooning over my good looks.”

That earned a bouldering laughter from all three men as Max saw them strut back into the living room.

It was clear whatever spell they had tried, it hadn’t done shit. They still looked like young american gods of sexiness and size.

“Back already?” Max asked meekly, feeling his modest penis jump seeing the three virile muscle hunks that were ballooning out of their skin and out of their only garment.

“Yeah. The magic thingy did fuck all.” Andy said, throwing a cocky grin at the way Max was swooning at their nearly nude legendary bodies.

The three studs swaggered over to the large mirror standing in the living room. They never wasted a moment they could be checking out their sick ‘gainz.’

“Was pretty fun running around campus nearly nude though. Got plenty of guys trying to dent these steel like bi’s. Fuck this one guy shot his load right in front of his girlfriend while he tried out how solid Andy’s abs were.” Another one of the super studs chirped in.

All three big men had to adjust their extremely formidable packages simultaneously at the mention of the encounter. Max had known his friends long enough that he knew they loved nothing more than proving their superiority over other men.

God, with bodies like theirs, who wouldn’t.

“Shit man, your monster is still hanging out of your gym shorts.” Andy said with a chuckle, grabbing the meaty shaft of his fellow muscle hunk with a grin.

“And your tongue is still hanging out of those hot lips of yours.” Was all he got a reply before the two went in for a kiss.

Max tried pulling his gaze away but had some difficulty. One the one hand, he wanted to give his friends the privacy they deserved, on the other hand, seeing the urgency of their heated making out session, their muscles rubbing into each other, it wasn’t a sight you’d find much elsewhere.

“C’mon guys, you know how I feel about being left out.” The last ripped and hot guy in the room said with a chuckle, slowly tracing Andy’s skin with his tongue.

It wasn’t long before the living room was filled with groans and moans of the fit super studs as they whispered just how sensitive their big muscles were.

“We’ll take this to our room.” Andy said while softly biting on his equal’s lips.

The other two greek gods quickly escaped into the big bedroom. Laughter and groans of pleasure followed them, as well as the gurlging noises that could only follow from their massive shafts straining open one of their throats.

Andy waited for a moment, looking at Max with a slightly guilty expression.

“I’d invite you as well, but you know how… Aggressive we can get. I don’t think your shrimpy body could handle us. No offence.”

Max tried gently smiling, he’d be content just jerking off to the noises of pleasure coming through the thin walls while they desribed their immense muscularity and supreme manhoods in the most excruciating detail.  

“You can have some fun with these though…” Andy mumbled, throwing him his stretched out boxer briefs. It was stained by the constant stream of pre escaping Andy’s sublime body.

Max could swear for a moment he saw ‘Andrew’ imprinted into the fabric. He blinked a few times, till he saw the letters move and spell out ‘Andy. Was probably just his head spinning after getting his first whiff of the studs manly musk, because Max couldn’t recall the last time someone had called the fine specimen by his birth name. Andy was just more respectful for a hunk like him.

“There. Now, you won’t have to steal a pair for a change.” Andy said with a widening grin, making Max’s cheeks burn scarlet.

They were almost as bright red as the blood moon shining from outside.




(Pic and inspiration provided by @ABSQRST. You can see what he wrote for a pic I gave to him here.)

Resisting Temptation.

"Why did he have to choose chocolate chip." Nick said with a groan.

Much to his own displeasure Nick couldn't stop his big hand from going into the roll of cookies again, retrieving another sugary snack.  As much as hated how little command he had over his desires, he was at least glad he had a bit more control of his muscularity now. No more crushing cookies to bits above the new deep crevices of his abs. 

Nick held one of the cookies up close to his eye, licking his lips while savouring it's scent.

It looked normal enough. A bit doughy perhaps, the pieces of chocolate sticking out with a mouthwatering look. It was the second tastiest snack in the room, right behind the newly grown thick piece of  manly muscles Nick had been turned into.

Nick wanted to throw it down his hatch, but hesitated for a moment. That one cookie was probably just as expensive as all the things in his small college dorm combined. Shouldn't he feel a bit guilty about stealing  so many of them?

Nick shrugged, your conscious was there to be ignored, and threw another one of the cookies down his square jawed maw. He scratched the manly scruff coating his chin while his face formed a widening grin, it wasn't like his rich roommate would really miss a few thousand bucks more or less. 

The big stud savoured the sweet taste while he munched it down. Of course, just tasting good wasn't what gave it it's exorbitant price. 

As he could feel liquid power beginning to pump through his veins it became quite clear why this roll of cookies was special.

Nick just grunted, bawling his fist and making the veins on his arms pop. It had always started in his arms. Sinews breaking down and rebuilding. Bigger and stronger. 

The feeling of growing bigger, of having muscles expand, it is quite something. Especially if you were like nerdy Nick and had been used to being the runt wherever he went. Seeing his already beefy arms growing even bigger every second...

"Fuck." Nick growled eyeing with lust how his already baseball sized biceps grew to footballs of steel.

The powerful throbbing feeling spread through all of Nick’s body, pushing his muscles bigger, manlier and more virile. It felt like he was inflating like a balloon, each part of him just bulged and jutted out more and more. Well, if balloons were tough like iron and handsome enough to make anyone swoon. 

Nick let out another groan and slowly felt the feeling of growth subside. He felt a bit breathless, noticing for the first time the deep stink emanating from his armpits that was attacking his nostrils. 

It reeked like a locker room. Only then many time worse, that testerone laden sweat dripping over Nick’s body was beyond compare.

Nick despised the smell for a moment, before suddenly finding himself in love with his new natural odor. Something about smelling like a man while he looked like this super stud just felt right.

With a newfound energy Nick jumped up from his chair, strutting over to the small mirror they had in the cramped dorm. He enjoyed how even his feet looked bigger, even the size 14 shoes of his roommate would look small next to these overgrown feet.

Nick couldn’t help but grin at his reflection, tracing all the new mass on his body with a single thick digit. He could even feel his skin pulse and throb with a certain kind of powerful virility. His pale skin had been replaced with a healthy tan and he looked ready to dominate on the beach. 

Thoughts of a summer filled with many sexual exploits filled Nick with great excitement. His roommate would definitely be first, the rich jock had it coming, and Nick would be more than happy to indulge in his fetish for powerful, masculinity overflowing men. Men like Nick now was, especially after this latest growth spurt.

Realy the preppy jock had it coming. I mean, what idiot goes through the bother of smuggling in that now banned ‘Hunkify’ muscle growth serum, carefully concealing it in a roll of cookies while brining it in from Europe, only to then leave it unattendedly lying around? 

Nick bounced his pecs, ogling at the way the muscle contracted with glee. He knew exactly what kind of idiot his roommate was. The kind that would ever think of sharing that roll of serum laced cookies with the whole football team, rather than just claiming it for himself at the first opportunity.

Nick smirked, looking at how his tighty whities had gotten very true to their name after munching down his latest cookie. His mandarin sized balls hung apologetically free in between his thighs, no longer capable of being constrained.

With how packed his bulge was looking at the front, Nick guessed with wouldn’t be long before his thick salami sized cock, would break free as well. 

Well, his roommate fixation on turning the football team into state champs might have costed him his chance at godhood, at least he’d have the fun of living together with the the sexiest piece of beef on campus. 

Nick slowly ran his big mittens over his tree trunk thighs, reveling in how powerful his legs felt. There’d be no more getting winded from just walking up stairs, that was for sure. 

Although Nick hadn’t anticipated any of this when he had grabbed the roll of inconspicuous looking chocolate chip cookies from out of his roomie’s drawers, he certainly wasn’t gonna complain. 

Speaking of the those cookies…

Nick strutted back to his bed, enjoying how his muscular thighs and very formidable package rubbed together. He still had half of the ridiculously expensive sweets left. 

Also about half an hour before his roomie would get back. He was bringing his teammates to their room, probably so they could finally enjoy the smuggled in dose of Hunkify together. Boy, were they gonna be in for a surprise.

Without much conscious thought Nick felt his hand disappear into the cookie roll again, and before he knew it, he was enjoying the sweet chocolate taste.

“Shit.” Nick mumbled, already feeling his body throb and swell.

One more probably wouldn’t hurt. Two might be fine too. If it’d get to that point, three more would really be his last. Maybe four, if he really was having that much trouble caging up his desires for the sweet taste and the feelings of his muscles expanding with size and power.

Nick licked the last cookie crumbles from his lips, looking with joy at how much trouble he was having seeing past his pecs. He kinda wished he could see the cock that had finally broken free from the humble garment though.

The new muscle god looked at the roll of cookies again. He should definitely leave one or two. He’d have to size up his roommate if he wanted him to be able to handle Nick’s horny fucking after he was fully done growing.

Nick growled, his hard, pre leaking, cock slapping into his tightening abs with a meaty thud. He could just about feel another row being added to his six pack, the grooves and edges only getting sexier on his body.

Resisting his temptation to munch down the whole roll of cookies in one go was gonna be hard.



The New Guy.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the latest towering piece of meat to strut into the campus locker rooms. His breathing was low and heavy as he walked in sweaty and fulfilled after a workout. 

While I changed my own lithe body into my gymnastics gear I made sure to steal as many careful glances as I could. Something about the way how this filled manly muscles sat under his skin made him irresistible. 

It was probably just that he had the most massive set of arms I could see winning any wrestling match easily. They rather easily stole my attention. 

He stripped down till nothing but his boxers remained. Of course, this man was looking as virile as he was looking powerful. I’d say the bulge he in his sweat stained briefs was but only proportionate to his height and muscularity, but that’d be doing a disservice to the meaty salami that looked ready to tear apart to strained garment.

The stallion, who seemed made for lifting and fucking, swaggered over to the mirror, bouncing his muscles with an expression of sincere glee. He gave a scratch at his meaty outward jutting pecs, they weren’t the most ripped in the world, but he didn’t need them to be to exclaim power and sex.

My feet moved on their own. I simply had to get a closer look. Luckily for me this powerful stud was to obsessed with looking at his own gains to notice my ogling. 

Under his breath I could hear him mumble names of guys he’d make clean out his musky armpits with their tongue as a  form of retribution. Considering all those names were just from lowlife bully’s barely half this behemoths weight I wondered how they would have been ever been able to make this hunk upset.

It was only after I audibly moaned and gasped seeing him do a most muscular flex that he finally became aware of my presence.

He looked a bit shy. I found that a bit odd, I doubted I was the first guy to pop a boner to seeing his magnificent body in nothing but an ill fitting boxer.

“Hi.” He said meekly, his voice clapping like a deep rumbling thunder across the empty changing room.

If that manly beard of his wasn’t covering up as much of his square jawline, I might have been able to see his cheeks burn an embarrassed scarlet. 

“Fuck man…” I said, slightly winded and out of breath from the intense salty musk radiating from this stud.

I placed my small hands on one of his warm muscles. They still felt wet and coated with sweat.

“Don’t stop your show.” I mumbled

The stud didn’t need to be told twice. He was back to flexing and showing off in no time. I loved the way sinews hardened and bulged wherever I placed my hands. The way I could feel the already marble like muscles turn into steel whenever he flexed them.

Clearly having a set of hands to worship him was increasing his own enjoyment. 

I recognised the glinstering in his eyes too. It was the sparkle of realisation within a man becoming aware now occupies the upper epsilons of the tower of masculinity. He tried to hide his surprise at just how gargantuan he was, but his awed expression was doing a pretty bad job at covering it up. 

I was no idiot. I had heard the rumours about coach testing out some new stuff he planned on using the football team on a few forgettable nerds. I had also seen the new massive bodies throwing around a few hundred pounds of weights in the gym each week, each one more massive than the last.

It wouldn’t take long for this latest towering stud to settle into his rhythm. He’d be having a permanent cocky smirk as he’d strut around campus in no time.

As I heard the sounds of sounds of underwear ripping, and saw the studs meaty manhood slowly fighting for freedom, I thought I may have the honour of draining his overflowing balls yet.

Someone was gonna have to teach these new super studs how to facefuck their twinks into submission, and I wouldn’t mind if it was me for the third time this month.



Short thing I originally posted on my tumblr, before it was decided those thick pecs were too lewd to keep around.

 “Sorry coach, might have gotten a little too enthusiastic with that muscle boosting powder you let me test.” Jason's deep voice rumbled.

Jason, who was the team’s scrawny water boy two days ago, now struggles to get the team’s Jersey over his newly grown muscular chest. His outward jutting pecs are just too meaty to be constrained. 

“Are you sure the uniform you gave me is the largest size available? My back is too wide for the jersey, and that crotch cup you gave me… Well, let’s just say that the powder is fixing every part of me that was small before.” The jock continued with a chuckle, he didn't even need to grab his bulging crotch for the coach's eyes to be drawn to it.

The coach blushes at the mention of Jason's already legendary thick cock. He softly mumbles he can order an XXXL uniform online and pay out of his own pocket, Jason will just have to take it slow with growing any bigger if he doesn’t also want to outgrow that one. 

“Haha, glad you still got your sense of humour, coach.” Jason said with a smirk while he gives a slap on his coaches back, nearly knocking all air out of the big man.

"Because you and I both know I’m not gonna stop taking any of that muscle growing powder till I have made the entire campus into my bitch.”

As Jason downs his 5th protein shake filled with the powder that morning, the coach began to wonder if giving the schools loser the body of a god had been his brightest idea. Thoughts interrupted by Jason’s moaning as his muscles swelled and became rounder, thicker, denser, and impossibly more powerful. He was already the biggest man on the team, biggest  player in the state was next if he continued ballooning with mass.

Well, whether he had created a growth obsessed, narcissistic, sex craving, giant or not, it didn’t really matter. Wining the cup this year mattered, and any team with Jason on it was going to be hard to oppose. 





Nerdy Retribution.

Silas felt the blood drain from his face when the door of the door on the campus bathroom smacked open and Jeff strutted in.

Silas knew he should have heard Big Jeff coming, the loud thudding of his large feet was a noise hard to miss. Silas had done his best to avoid the towering hunk after he heard the rumours Jeff’s late growth spurt had taken him from a small meek nerd Silas had loved to torment to an titan of size and strength.

Going by the grin on Jeff’s face as he spotted the terrified former bully, it seemed his dance of avoidance had to end here. 

“Sil! Long time no see.” The new stud said with a smirk.

Silas felt his mouth go dry. 

The rumours of Jeff’s new size had not been overstated in the slightest. His superman shirt, that last week had been hanging over his frame, now hugged into his muscularity incredibly tightly, hiding little off the all the muscles that were cramped underneath.

The outward jutting pecs, the ripped set of abs, the beefy arms. Silas knew his own football jock build was nothing compared to the behemoth of power and size that was now Jeff. 

“H-hi... J-J-Jeff.” Silas mumbled, looking with slight terror at the fur coated biceps that were bursting out of Jeff’s shirt.

Silas felt his heartbeat jump through the roof as the former geek took a few steps forward, bumping into what had been the big man on campus just a few days ago. The jock got barely a millisecond to relish in the feeling of the oversized steel like muscles pressing into his before he lost his balance and fell to the floor. 

“Sorry.” Jeff said, in the most insincere tone Silas could imagine. “You are awfully hard to keep track off, with that smaller body and all.” He added, with a widening grin.

Silas knew his place. It was best not to upset someone with pecs the size of your head. 

“It’s no problem.” Silas mumbled, shuffling back on to his feet. 

Jeff took a few more strides to one of the urinals. 

Silas couldn’t help but watch on in envy as another new campus rumour was proven right in front of his eyes. The cock Jeff grabbed out of his pants was an enormous tool, hanging thick and heavy halfway down his thighs, with orange sized balls to boot. Even the steam of piss coming out of it seemed mightier than that of a normal man. 

Silas briefly wondered how a dick he had ridiculed just last month in the gym locker rooms for it’s small size had grown into one of the largest manhoods he had ever seen seemingly overnight before Jeff’s deep vibrato pulled away his attention again. 

“You know, I’ve been meaning to find and have a chat with you for a while.”

Jeff grinned.

“Cheerleading and gymnastic team pulled away my attention for the last few weeks, they’re a needy bunch.” The big man continued, shaking his oversized tool with a soft chuckle.

“But now that I’ve caught you, I should probably thank you.”

Silas’ eyebrow rose. Thank him? Not beat him to pulp?

“If it weren’t for your constant bullying I wouldn’t have had any motivation to perfect my serum.” Jeff said with a grin.

The big man shook his mammoth cock a few more times, either to get out the last few drips or to show off to Silas just how meaty and thick it was, before stuffing it back in his trousers, making a prominent bulge.

Jeff stepped up to the sink, washing the thick digits that probably rivaled the size of lesser men’s cocks. 

“As you can see, what I ended up cooking up after you gave me little your speech about how my runty body was never gonna please anyone in the bedroom, it was quite the success.” 

The big man used his still wet hands to fix his hair a little, it did not take much work to make his square and stubbled face look handsome. He then balled up his bicep in a flex, something Silas at first took as another way to show just how much bigger he was than his former tormenter, but then Silas spotted the phone, he was just taking a picture for his already viral going Instagram.

Jeff turned to the dethroned jock. Silas was sure it was coming now, he was finally gonna be beat into the floor... 

Instead Jeff gave him a gentle pat on the head.

“So, thank for the motivation, little guy.”

The new alpha of the campus was nearly out of the bathroom before he halted one final time.

“Oh, and Sil?” Jeff asked, not even bothering turning around.

“Next time I run into you in the campus bathroom’s I expect you to be on your knees, ready to drain my overflowing balls, within seconds. Alright?”

The big man closed the door behind him. He didn’t need a reply, the cute hard-on Silvas had been sporting the moment he had laid eyes on the muscle stud had given a louder reply than the jock himself ever could have.




Movie Night
“Man that Shazam guy looked like a twig. I’m leagues above that punk and I barely qualify as a superhero.” Amir said, softly chuckling as he and his best friend walked out of the movie theatre.

People quickly moved out of the way for the towering hunk and his lithe companion. Leo would have enjoyed the attention he and Amir got but his own eyes were firmly fixed on the way the stallion’s outward jutting gigantic pecs bounced and twitched with every word that came out of his mouth. 

“I’m surprised you paid attention to the film. Thought the girl choking on your cock would keep you occupied.” Leo mumbled, wistfully thinking he had been the one that got to have the massive meaty shaft down his throat for two hours straight. 

“I can multitask.” The lumbering giant said with a grin, rearranging his formidable bulge at the memory of the hot girl who had gone from making out with her wimpy boyfriend to servicing matt’s throbbing member within a few minutes. 

“Besides, I’ve been this big for what, six months now? Once you’ve had one bimbo wrapped around your monstercock, moaning about the immensity of your muscle mass, it loses some of the fun.” Amir said with a shrug, people having to move out of the way because of the width of his cascading shoulders. 

Leo, in awe that his 6’0 frame barely got him at eyehight with Amir’s steel like pecs, didn’t think anyone in the world would have adjusted so well to growing into peak male perfection as well as Amir had. He had done it with such a casual demeanor, it was like his formerly sickly friend was always meant to be a dominating super stud who fought crime in his spare time.  

The way he always threw cocky grins to even the biggest bodybuilders as they goggled with jealousy at the way those oversized muscles moved under Amir’s paper thin skin, Leo would almost forget this was the guy that had been afraid to undress in the city gym in fear of his wimpy body being mocked just last year. 

“Oh. And besides the hero looking like a runt, they got quite a few other things wrong about the superhero lifestyle too.” Amir said thoughtfully, scratching an itch on his back, making his t-shirt ride up his chest and reveal the first few rows of his shredded ten pack to the world.

Leo quietly hoped Amir would give him an exact account again of how he would have had the villian down his knees, begging for Amir’s supersized superhero body before the start of the second act, like he had done when they had rewatched some Marvel flicks and Amir had aired his balls shortly after his transformation into a godly hero.

“Like, where we are the girls and guys throwing themselves at him while he was trying to save the city? Fuck, these days people show up to bank robberies of all places because they know I get horny as fuck after smothering baddies into my crotch.” Amir said with a smirk.

Leo felt himself bone up at the mention of Amir’s ‘heroic’ exploits. He had jerked off countless of times to the footage of BeefBull’s valiant fight against MuscleManiac while the later tried to blow up the city for the third time that week. The way Bull thoroughly put the MuscleManiac in his place by showing off just how little his size compared to Bull’s manliness, on every front, always made for the best jerk off fuel. 

He was a bit surprised no one else had been able to draw a connection between some skinny twerp blowing up to godly proportions and the emergence of BeefBull, fighter of justice. It was a small town with a big new inhabitant but putting two and two together seemed to be impossible.

“Ah shit.” Amir groaned, grabbing his ringing ‘work’ phone out of his pocket. 

“BeefBull here. Hmh. I see. Yes, Mr. Mayor, I’ll be right there.” 

Amir tried putting up his best disappointed expression, but Leo knew the stud loved being whisked away because his divine body was needed some place.

“Emergency?” Leo asked.

Amir nodded. “College cheerleading team who is dangerously horny. Gonna make sure they get their hormones back in check.”

Amir grabbed the sausage his jeans was trying so hard to contain and give it a slight squeeze for emphasis. As if Leo hadn’t been ogling the oversized salami with a watering mouth already. 

Leo watched as Amir jumped and shoot a few hundred feet into the air, flying away to his next source of pleasure. It was if he had never been there, well besides his big size 17 feet deeply marked into the pavement, as well as his reeking smell of course. 

Leo walked on home, letting out two quiet prayers. 

For the first, he hoped that the video’s of Amir’s upcoming fuck fest would find their way onto pornhub sooner rather than later. 

And for the second, Leo hoped that whatever force had given Amir the body that oozed masculinity out of every orifice, would soon relent and make the still small nerd the god’s sidekick. He couldn’t imagine a greater honour than fighting side by side and refreshing the condoms during the marathon fuck sessions of BeefBull.



Before the Match. 
“Stop whining.” Brian said rather coldly after hearing the latest set of groans of pain from his friend. 

“It just… hurts.” Tom mumbled, rubbing his red and throbbing muscles through the wrestling singlet. 

Brian rolled his eyes, displeased with the spineless behavior coming from Tom.

“You transformed from a skinny twig into an over 300 pound muscle hunk. What did you expect it’d feel like?” The nerd said while pushing his glasses back on the ridge of his nose.

Tom shrugged his wide, mountainous shoulders. His new calloused mitten moved on to gently rub his big overdeveloped traps. The wrestling singlet dug into the hard lat meat in a way Tom found strangely pleasant.

“I don’t know.” Tom mumbled, looking at his new size 15 feet. Although Tom had a few chess championships under his belt, Bran had a knack for making him feel like an idiot.

“I guess I just thought it’d be more pleasu… Augh!” Tom’s new baritone was interrupted by another high-pitched scream of agony.

“I thought you said I was done growing!” Tom managed to murmur out while doubling over, grabbing his new 8-pack with his bulging biceps like his life depended on it. The way his new thick pecs pressed into his arms while doing so felt alien, but sexy.

“I said you were done growing in height and muscle mass.” Brian corrected with a smug smile.

Tom was lucky that despite being nearly on his knees, his new towering height could still look in the mirror to see what exactly was changing this time. He could see the fabric being stretched out right at his crotch as the formerly flat area suddenly ballooned outward to accommodate a growing anaconda. 

“Are you gonna complain about how terrible it is your pathetic dick is growing to a piece of manhood porn stars are gonna jelly off too?” Brian said with a snide smile. 

Tom took a deep quavering breath while he slowly felt his balls sink lower and lower down his legs. He could understand now why Brian had insisted on wearing nothing at all beneath the singlet, this did feel… Good.

Finally, the growth tapered off again. It left Tom slightly winded, and with singlet that looked like he had two oranges and an oversized cucumber stuffed into it, besides all the muscular beef spilling out of it of course.

“It… It worked…?” Tom asked with a tone of disbelief, carefully bouncing his new massive pecs and letting his paw rub over his meaty sausage. He could get used this. Being a stud.

The comment earned him another roll of Brian’s eyes.

“Of course. Did you think I’d bet with the wrestling captain you’d have him on his back, smelling the fumes of your cum factory, within minutes otherwise? You can be such an idiot sometimes...”

Tom thought making a singlet out of magic cloth that transformed the wearer permanently into a perfect wrestler mega hunk was perhaps going a bit too far for a single bet, but he knew Brian could be a bit excessive.

Besides, if he won the match they both got to have wrestling team captain as their personal cock sucker for the next year. The guy was about to really regret saying that a twerp like Tom would never in a million years win a match from the top jock’s thick form. 

Tom thought winning would be rather easy with over eight extra pounds of solid beef he now had on the wrestling captain. His new horny body was really looking forward to turning the cocky jock into his personal cum dump, might need his services more than a few times each day. 

Tom felt his steel like rod grow even harder as images shot through new stud’s mind off coating the jock who had mercilessly bullied everyone he considered beneath him in layers of cum while showing just how little his puny muscles were next to Tom...

Tom’s eyes blinked. He hadn’t really been an aggressive or horned up person before, but he considered it a side effect of his testosterone growing tenfold. He scratched his low hanging balls with a grin.  

Brian looked at the hard as steel cock planted nicely inside the ripped eight pack, barely covered through the thin fabric of the singlet with a smile.

“Yeah you’re ready. Go win me a guy to suck my cock, Lil’ TomTom” The still small nerd said with a smirk. 

Tom grimaced. He hated that nickname. Then he remembered he now he the body to do stuff about things he didn’t like. So he tilted his head for a moment, looking at Brian with his deep gaze and subtly flexing his new insane muscularity with a grin.

“I’m not gonna win you jack shit.” The new hunk said, bouncing his thick pecs till he heard Brian audibly swallow. 

“I’m gonna win it for me. And you best come up with a reason for me to not start treating you like the annoyingly bratty nerd you are before I’m back.” Tom’s new deep voice ordered. 

The stud closed the distance between them, making sure the twiggy nerd got a good smell of the deep testosterone like musk and pheromones emanating from his every orifice. 

And then, without any further warning, Tom grabbed his former friend by his hair and pushed him right into his new supersized crotch, looking at the hardon Brian was quickly sporting with a smile.

“Just testing out my moves for later.” Tom said with a sly grin before strutting out the room.

Brian laid there, coughing for a moment, trying his best to process the last hour’s events. He carried himself from the bathroom to his bedroom, anger boiling up.

What right did Tom think he’d have to slap back after years of abuse? Did the dumb guy think he got to boss around his intellectual superior just because Brain had decided to bless him with a body that’d put many gods of masculinity to shame?

Brian’s face pulled into a cruel grin. He still had just a small piece of the magical cloth the singlet had been made out of left. The cloth that had been the cause of Tom’s transformation into a super stud.

“Probably just enough to make the bodybuilding poser.” Brian thought with a smile.




Justia’s Gym: Old Dog, New Tricks.

I knew the man’s type the moment he walked into the gym.

The sunken shoulders. The bleak skin. The shuffling walk. The draping clothes.

If you work long enough at the reception of a gym you learn to recognize the middle-aged men who life has passed by. Not many had the courage to still walk into a gym for the first time when they were fast approaching their fifties. I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for them, the office drones of the world and their sad bodies. 

Of course, we at Justia’s gym are all too pleased to help these men out. 

“What can I help with?” I said with my deep, rumbling voice.

I threw the man my most gentle smile, but my massive chest, barely constrained by a string tank top, clearly intimidated the smaller man. 

“I’d like to buy a membership.” He said meekly, looking a bit fearful at my bulging biceps.

Considering how much he had to crane his head upwards to reach the end of my towering body I guessed he was just a little below average in height.

“Excellent!” I replied with a hearty chuckle that made my full pecs bounce. 

I tapped away on the keyboard, enjoying the pleasant kicks of my thick digits typing away.

No one had noticed so far the computer was never on, the screen was a broken old model, and keyboard hadn’t been plugged in. It was just for show. Things go differently here at Justia’s. 

“Name?” I asked.

“Frank. Frank Thaler.” He mumbled. 

I recognized the last name right away. Just last week we had another Thaler who had wanted to join. Probably this guy’s son. He had been a big college jock, obviously very pleased with his quarterback sized bulging athletic body. He’d been an annoying brat and I had denied him a membership, stating we only took men and women who were really serious about lifting. 

Being told he wasn’t big enough to get what he wanted for the first time in his life had clearly taken a toll on his ego, seeing as he now had to send his father to what he assumed would be the same fate to restore his authority. 

“And previous experience in the gym, Frank?”

He looked embarrassed while shaking no.

“I’ve seen my son work out plenty of times in our home gym though. I used to help him clean the sweat from the benches and machines after he was done.” Frank mumbled, his cheeks turning red after he realized how pathetic he sounded.

I ignored it. It was time for some fun.

“Really? No experience in the gym? You look like you have quite a few years of throwing around weights under your belt.” My voice said, coated in a new sweet tone. 

Frank was too distracted by making sure his pecs looked good in his tank top to notice the new tone of voice.

Or notice the fact he had gone from being a flabby office worker to having a solid and defined physique seemingly instantly.

“Yeah. I got I have a few years of weightlifting under my belt. Guess I’ve been in my son’s shadow for so long I don’t really feel all that much like a lifter though.” Frank said with a shrug. 

I bit my lips. Damn it, I had wanted to refigure reality just a little, but it seemed I was going to have to throw some more weight into the game if I wanted to create an alpha hunk.

“You in someone’s shadow? Didn’t I see you on the Mr. Olympia stage last year?”

As soon as I closed my mouth those words suddenly rang true. Gone again was the fitness physique, in its stead was a big bulging bodybuilder.

“Glad you recognized me.” Frank said with an excited smile.

He threw up friendly bicep pose, the meaty muscle jumping up with flair. My rational voice said this was now enough. The horny side of me wanted to go a few steps further.

The horny side of me tended to win.

“Of course, how could I forget you man? You were like the one pro there that was taller than me.” I said, anticipating what was coming with giddy glee. 

I swallowed, now having to look up to look at Frank’s handsome stubble. Meeting men taller than me was a rare occurrence at my 6’7. His bodybuilder sized physique had grown in perfect proportion with his new height, making him now look like an absolute titan of size.

Frank gently smiled and blushed. 

Hm, I had encountered that type before. The one’s that would still be humble and kind even if they were had triple the average body weight in pure muscle mass.

That was nothing a big dose of testosterone couldn’t fix.

“You gotta have a secret, right? Is it all the hormones pumping from legendary bull sized balls and monstercock that make you such a stud?”

Frank cockily smiled down at me, palming his obscene bulge in his workout shorts.

“They certainly help.” Frank said with a smirk.

I smiled, happy with my work in creating another alpha hunk for the world to enjoy.

“Alright. Well, thank you for joining our gym. Lockers are on the left. Gym is on the right. Due to hygienic reasons we gotta ask you keep a shirt on at all times.” I mumbled, finding myself a bit shy in the company of the hunk.

Frank considered this for a moment, and then threw his tank top on the ground, revealing his fury off-season chest to the world in all its glory.

“I’ll do as I damn well please.” Frank muttered in his testosterone seeping tone.

He bounced his pecs for me, and I reveled in the bulk he carried and moved with his every breath.

“And you, kiddo…” Frank said as he took a few strides forward, towering over me with just inches away. I could even smell the protein in his breath. “You better address your superior man with ‘Sir’ boy.”

I couldn’t recall a moment where I had been so aroused, or had so much muscle hanging around me. 

“Yes… Sir,” I said meekly.

Frank let out a chuckle, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Attaboy.’ while strutting to the weight racks. I found myself hypnotized by the swaying of Frank’s formidable glutes as he claimed his new position as the big man in our gym. 

As soon as anyone caught sight of his massive chest protests died away about his position as the top dog. . 

I’d overdone it with the cockiness again. The boss wouldn't like that.

But Frank’s son would like it even less. I had it set, so he’d be the only other man in our galaxy aware of the changes to his father. When Frank would be done with his workout, and would head home reeking of sex and the gym, the football quarterback would be in for quite the surprise as his formerly pathetic dad would strut in as the man of the house.

I wondered how long it’d take him to crawl back to our gym.


Everyone gets what they deserve at Justia’s.




Workout buddies. 

“Out of breath already? Come on man! We have five more miles to go!” 

Even Caleb’s deep voice was not enough to give Brett the spurring on of a second wind. His breathing remained heavy, and his head turned even redder while he tried to continue matching his friend’s long-legged strides.

Brett felt even worse seeing the unfazed and unchallenged look Caleb’s body emitted. He didn’t look tired in the slightest after running ten miles, the only evidence of any kind of physical activity was the slight coat of sweat adorning his chest. But the resulting perspiratory shine running between his watermelon sized pecs only made him look sexier. 

Caleb's manly body was a far cry from how tired and beaten like Brett was looking. 

As Brett did his best to jog on he couldn’t help but stare at all the muscle his bare chested friend had on display. They had started working out at the same time, both of them had been thin and small looking a few months ago. And although Brett was proud of his progress, with his new abs and slight pecs, not to mention his full arms, his own transformation was nothing compared to Caleb. 

No Caleb was something else now. A deep six pack. Protruding pecs. Veiny biceps. And one meaty and full cushion passing for an ass. Caleb's whole body just got thicker and stacked with muscle. Not to mention the growth spurt in height he had experienced too. He now absolutely towered over Brett with his 6’7 and wide shouldered frame.

Brett reminded himself he should ask Caleb for his weight too sometime, the way his size 16 feet thudded on the pavement it was clear he was carrying quite the weight of muscle mass on that large body.

And of course Brett couldn’t help himself but stare the big bulge Caleb had in his compression shorts. He had showered with him enough after the gym to know he was the complete package, an absolute muscle hunk and hung as a horse to boot. The thick veiny cock had been the subject of many late night jerk-off sessions of Brett. 

Brett wondered briefly how it was possible that what had been such a complete runt had managed to grow into such a stallion in just a few months time, before his thoughts were interrupted by feelings of lust and jealousy seeing Caleb’s thick biceps twitch while he rearranged his oversized package following a seductive wink from a hot girl on the sidewalk. 

Finally, Brett’s legs realised that hungering after Caleb’s incredibly hot bod wasn’t a sustainable source of energy. Fifteen miles might be doable following after the months he had spent honing his body, but it wasn’t possible at this breakneck pace. 

“I… I’m gonna… Walk…” Brett managed to puff out in between gasps for air. 

Caleb nodded.

“I get it man. Not every man be a fast lumbering giant like me.” The big man said with a grin. 

He scratched the valley of muscle making up his chest thoughtfully looking into the distance for a moment.

"You won't mind me running on ahead, do you little guy."

Brett nodded no, wistfully thinking back to the time he had been able to call his friend the little guy. Was before Caleb had arms that looked like they could bend steel. 

Caleb threw him a smile before asking his next question in the same innocent tone.

“You don’t mind me quickly drilling your hot girlfriend into her mattress right before you find your way back right? She’s been lusting after me for a while, and I don’t think I can keep her off me if she gets a whiff of my post workout musk.” Caleb said with a widening smirk.

Brett felt his mouth go dry, not quite sure how to respond. He supposed he should he have seen it coming after he had drunkenly told Caleb the only thing that got him off anymore was jerking off to the lewd pictures the titan posted on Instagram where models would be lustfully groping his muscularity and sausage. 

The alpha put his hands around his own formidable bulge, giving the, formidable even when soft, cock it was trying so hard to contain a hard squeeze.

“Besides, with how horny this cum factory gets me, I’m not sure I wanna keep her off me.” Caleb said while winking.

Brett swallowed, his neck hurting from craning up all morning just to look the lumbering giant his friend had turned into in the eyes. 

“I don’t mind.” Brett mumbled quietly, as if his permission was still a point of relevance. Brett hesitated for a moment before following up. “Would you be ok with me watching though?” He asked, with the most hopeful tone.

Caleb gave his friend a playfully slap on his back, knocking the wind out of him once again.

“Sure. You just gotta find your way back before I’m done. No need to rush too hard though, I last for quite a while.” Caleb shouted the last few words while he sped off running again, leaving his friend and workout partner in his dust. At the speed he was going it was clear he had held back the true power of his thick legs quite a bit. 

The big stallion made sure to playfully bounce his pecs at any hot girls or guys he passed.

When the hunk was sure he was out of sight from Brett he fished a small blue tablet out of a small pocket in his compression shorts. He threw it done his muscular throat, he could use the extra pounds of muscle and inch of height the pill would provide him with when he’d fuck his latest conquest into cloud nine.

Besides, 11.5 inches of cock was such an uneven number. He'd enjoy feeling the pill do it's job and finally make his cock grow past the one foot mark.

At first playing off his transformation into a super stud as a natural consequence of picking up the gym and working out out with a friend had made the giant feel a bit guilty. He'd felt like being honest with Brett about all the experimental muscle growth pills he was testing for his dad that were slowly turning him into a young god more than a few times. He had even thought about giving Brett some pills too so the guy could join him in studhood, plowing their way through every girl on the cheer leading time side by side.

However, seeing his hungry expression now, and how much he enjoyed goggling at his muscular body, Caleb was sure he had made the right call in the end.

Some men will still be wimps even after they start working out. 



(Originally Posted on my Tumblr back in November)


Scandinavian Roots

Bobby wouldn’t fucking shut up about his Scandinavian heritage.

He probably thought it made him really special,  being able to trace his family tree back to it’s Norwegian roots.

The twerpy idiot was even doing a course in the Norwegian language. ‘To be able to recite stuff from that old viking spell book I have upstairs.’ He had confided in me with his nasally voice.  

I really only had contact with him so he’d do my homework, football players shouldn’t be slowed down by mundane schoolwork after all, but he was beginning to be more effort than he was worth. I mean, I enjoyed all the extra time I had for the gym and sex, but even I had my limits for dealing with bullshit.

You can imagine my annoyance when he sent me a text again for the fifth time that week. I thought he got the message last time, when I told him that every time I receive a text I think it’s some insanely hot girl begging to suck my cock and my immeasurable disappointment when it turns out it’s just his fat ass talking about how close he is to deciphering his stupid spell book.

This time it was just a pic of him, with the caption ‘Guess what bitch?’

Well, a pic of him if he was an insanely muscled tall dude, wider than most people’s closet. With pecs full and solid and a tight set of abs. And fuck, that handsome bearded face made his thick body look even manlier.

My mind had some trouble comprehending how Bobby, the fat loser, was now suddenly looking like he had been working out for a few years.

I spent the next few minutes quietly rubbing my cock while tracing every inch of hard as steel body and it’s furry coating, trying to not think about how I was normally only into girls.

Meanwhile, I was rationalizing the whole thing away in my mind.

‘Probably just a Photoshop’

‘Or a model who just happens to have exact same neck tattoo'

Any explanation which didn’t involve ancient viking muscle growth magic was fine. The insane bulge visible in his grey shorts couldn't have been real anyways, right? The thick and veiny biceps were oversized too, there simple couldn't exist a man so muscular and perfect.

When I was painfully hard and still stroking when I got a second picture from Bobby.

It was the girl I had been steady with for a few months, being penetrated by the monstrous cock attached to Bobby’s new hunky body.

It was captioned: “Guess girls love a guy with a little heritage.”



Something in the Water

The only noise the people of Pemoor were used to hearing in the dark of the night was the  sloshing sound of waves on the beach. Small port towns had a knack of getting quiet with sundown. 

Which made the reports of sounds on the docks all the more confusing to David.

Three men had mumbled something about hearing odd heavy footfalls and creaking floorboards while their boat’s had harboured. None had been able to spot anyone that might cause the odd noises.

David sighed, it was probably just some rascals making fun of old fishermen with bad eyes, but he better investigate. 

And so he walked down the docks, one hand holding out the wind from his worn down raincoat, the other using a flashlight to illuminate his path through the fog of the dark.

After making through rounds through the docks, David grew increasingly sure whatever the fishermen had heard had just been an figment of their imagination after a long day of work. Or the pranksters had already fled the scene. Either way, the young guard didn’t really care, he couldn’t wait to be back to the warmth and light of his post.

But then David heard a soft whisper that made his hair jump straight up.

“Fuck… So goooood….”

David jumped around with a startle, but neither behind him or in front of him could he find the origin of the sound.

“Feels so powerful, so big.”

With a new found resoluteness, and with a healthy dose of fear, David tried to discern where the sound was coming from. North? South? East? West? West.

David took a few steps, it was faint, but he could hear the whispers slowly getting louder.

“I’m so fucking massive.”

A loud moan followed, along with the sound of meat loudly slapping against itself. Either someone was smacking two steaks against each other or someone was jerking off a truly massive and fat cock.

It took a few more minutes of navigating the maze of the docks but with the help of a few more moans David was finally able to find the source of unrest.

“Hey there! Don’t you know the dock is off limits after sundown?” David ordered at the big shadow sitting on the edge of the docks, trying not to let terror invade his voice. 

“I looked like a fucking behemoth next to those humans.” Was David’s only reply.

Having had quite enough of the whispers disturbing the quiet David pointed his flashlight right at the faint shade. 

David was not prepared to see what the blackness had concealed.

With the light he could see what could only be described as the most beautiful human he had ever laid his eyes upon. 

It was like physical perfection personified. David didn’t ever think had seen a man so handsome and big. A square stubbled jaw, mountainous pecs, an eight pack you could grate cheese on, biceps that could bend steel, legs like tree trunks. 

And David could hardly forget the cock that looked to be thrice the size of his own average endowment. A cock this perfect male specimen was jerking off with the pleasure that would likely follow from knowing the babymaker between your legs would emasculate any other man.

“Who are you?” David ask, with a deep sense of awe.

The hunk threw him am amused smile, like he was just being made aware of the smaller man.

“Who am I? That’s the wrong question to ask. ‘What am I?’, that should be the question on your tongue.”

The man’s deep voice shook every fiber in David’s being, it was deep and sensual, yet commanding and controlled. The waves seemed to crash in harmony with his rumbling tremor.

“Fine then. What are you?” David asked, who unlike the fine specimen in front of him, had to shout to get over the sound of the howling wind.

The hulking beast pondered a moment before he replied. 

“We have gone by many names over the centuries. Meremen. Sirens. Sons of poseidon. Dragons of the sea. Rulers of the ocean’s depths.”

David was normally a rather sceptical guy, but for some reason he found it rather hard to doubt the words of this throbbing stallion.

The Siren looked at David with a sympathetic smile, the lesser men’s dazed and confused look pleasing him.

“We fled to ocean’s bottom long ago. We could not understand humanity’s need for glory and pleasure. We sang. We wrote. We ate. We philosophized about the meaning of life with the dolphins. We explored the ocean with our tails.”

David glanced again at the rock hard body of the… creature. But he had not been mistaken, the intoxicating man had no fishy and scaly tail, only a set of legs David would like to bury his head between.

The beautiful muscled figure picked up his pace again while jerking off, his own history arousing him.

“But not long ago we ventured into depths we had never been before. And something there shed our tails and changed our bodies. In place of our tails we grew these thick, powerful legs. And this sensitive fucking cock. And our lithe swimmers builds blew up to these brick houses of power. Fuck, you should have seen our halls at the bottom of the sea. Brough to moaning houses of pleasure as we discovered what had eluded us for millenia about human sexuality.”

The hunk threw him a cocky grin. David could only imagine. 

“Why then are you here, Siren? Tempting old fishers to join you in the sea?”

The big, powerful, man let out a loud cruel laugh. 

“God no. No, we’ve conquered every inch of the ocean floor, but there is still a third of the earth’s surface left to control. We’re your superior now. Bigger, stronger, faster. These legs come in handy, and the testosterone pumping from these bull sized provides plenty of motivation to make all of humanity into our a cumdumps. You can’t even begin to comprehend how horny our transformation into your superior version has made us.”

David wasn’t really listening any more. He looked out to the ocean, the moon had reappeared, and he could suddenly see a large group of muscular men swimming like bullets through the water. There were hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.

“We’re just the scouts.” The Siren said with a grin.

David felt like running, but an even bigger part of him felt like worshipping this divine behemoth. This thing that together with his equals would push humanity to servitude. 
That part won out. And it wasn’t long before he was on his knees, worshipping the monstrous cock with his tongue, feeling the muscles with the titanium like density.

Soon some of the other Siren’s reached the docks. And more gigantic cocks were pushed into David’s face with the minute, each seemed bigger and more veiny than the last.

“We’re just the scouts.” The Siren said again.

“You should see how big some of the real warriors got.” Another Siren added.

As David felt every part of his body being stretched open by these mermen’s newly grown cock’s, he thought he couldn’t wait.



Trail #069

Nick took a deep breath, and slowly pushed himself upwards from the concrete floor with a grin.

A few moments ago he’d been writhing on the floor in pain while his sad pathetic body rearranged itself into muscular perfection. Now Nick rose from his place on the ground to his new towering height. 

Nick’s smile grew even wider when he caught himself in one of the testing facilities mirrors. The experiment had delivered as it had promised. And more, so much more. He looked like a mix between a model and a bodybuilder with the new sharp edges of muscles and power making up his hunky body.

The newly born stud started to inspect himself while he gazed into the mirror. The way his new large chest rose and fell with every breath was an intoxicating sight. The same went for the biceps that seemed to bulge up to steel like balls with the slightest movement. Nick let out a soft chuckle thinking about the power he now had under his disposal. 

He’d be able to crush anything with his new oversized mittens

He’d be able to get all the girls and guys with his new oversized cock.

And he’d be able to properly teach his former tormentors a lesson about their new place at Nick’s feet.

With a click a door opened on the other side of the room, a scientist shyly shuffling inside.

“How do you… Feel?” The man asked with all the humility he could muster.

“Fucking awesome.” Nick roared, while hitting his oversized chest with a thud from his hand, causing the muscle to jiggle in waves. 

“Are you sure? The drug was supposed to add 5, maybe 10, pounds of muscle. But this….”

Nick took a step forward, looming over the small man with his new size.

“This is quite the improvement, huh.” Nick said with a sneer. 

He made sure the small guy got a good view of his new divine body, bouncing his pecs tantalisingly. For some reason he had the sudden urge to show off. 

The scientist’s mouth watered for a few more moments, before he pulled out a small vial.

“We need an sperm sample. Could you, ehhh. You know…”

Nick threw the smaller man a wink and grabbed his meaty sausage. He couldn’t wait to take this thing out for a test spin. He wasn’t even sure why this drug, meant for the use in the army, would possibly mess with the size of genitalia, but fuck he wasn’t complaining. 

Nick took his fat cock, rubbing its sensitive head in his hands. Holding this incredible tool of male masculinity in his hands, and knowing that just yesterday it had been a thin piece of a average nothing, well that quickly got the blood flowing into the jawbreaking rod.

The new stallion explored his new muscles with one hand while softly pumping his overgrown babymaker with the other. His reek of sweat and testosterone quickly tainted the room in an intoxicating smell while precum dripped out of his cock at an accelerating pace. 

Memories shot through Nick’s head of the years of torture it had been being a miserable twerp trying his best in the gym while remaining small and weak. The worst part of that whole experience had been knowing that Nick always thought that, despite his shitty genes, he was convinced he was made for greatness. He was commanding and didn’t take shit. But his average body had prevented him from living up to his true nature.

Now that had changed.

Now he had a body that would inspire lust and respect from anyone would get in his way. His outward jutting pecs, with such an overhang his nipples were now pointing downwards, would be at eyeheight with the average person because of his new towering height. His steel like muscles were made to be worshipped, and his cock, god his cock, his cock was made for tearing apart the holes of anyone who caught Nick’s fancy.

Nick’s jerking increased in pace, he had to use two hands to tame the footlong cock he had now awakened.

Thought of al his future conquests shot through his minds. Models. Moviestars. Bodybuilders. Nick was going to make them all his bitch. 

He new right where to start too. He’d start by shoving his prick down the throat of Jordan, an old friend of his. The guy had slept with Nick’s girlfriend. Nick had walked in on the couple a few years back while his girlfriend had been moaning about how much more of a man Jordan was. He was happily married and had a husband now. Nick thought it was time Jordan learned what real man looked like in this day and age. 

The thought of using his body to finally get back at the world that had wronged him was what pushed Nick over the edge.

He had never thought shooting a load could feel this good. Every fiber in his muscles seemed to buzz with bliss as his whole body rocked with waves pleasure. 

Instead of his usual dribble his cum was now as thick as rope, quickly filling the vial the scientist was carrying. Rather than ruining the concrete floor, Nick made sure to aim right at the scientist’s face while his last loads shot out his dick, coating the guy in a thick layer of cum.

Before his transformation Nick would have felt tired after such an ordeal, but instead he now felt energized. He flexed his bicep, already growing more accustomed to his new obscene size. 

“So. Are you gonna try and match the results from this trial for number 70?”

“Match this result? Oh no, definitely not.” The scientist said while walking out the door.

Nick grinned, glad his new position as alpha of the nation wasn’t gonna be challenged.

Once out of the door the scientist looked at the vial of the virile man’s cum and thought again of Nick’s question. 

“Match that result... God no. We’re gonna exceed it.” The scientist mumbled under his breath.



The New Football Gear.

“Dan? The water bottles are empty. Fill them.”
“Danny? Get the team some burgers from the joint next door to celebrate their victory. You can pay out of your own pocket, right?”
“Twerp! Where do you think you’re going? Someone needs to clean the locker rooms.” 
“Yo! Small D! You can wash clothes right? No, it isn’t football gear. But it’s all sweaty, so be a good waterboy and make sure it’s washed before my next classes, ok?

Dan, of course, didn’t say no. He never said no. That’s why the coach had picked him as the team’s waterboy. 

Originally he had hoped this would lead to some higher aspirations within the college’s physical fields. Maybe finally get on the track team after continuously just falling short in the tryouts. But so far it had mostly involved a lot of running around and serving to the football player’s every whim with little in the way of reward. 

Well, that wasn't true. He got to shower with the hunkiest guys on campus, that was a reward on its own. 

Or maybe it would have been if Dan’s below average endowment hadn’t quickly earned him the nickname of ‘Little D’.

“Here’s 12 more jockstraps for you to wash.” Coach said, while pushing another bag of clothing into a dazed Dan’s hands. “And do it by hand, the washer gets it all scratchy.”

Dan didn’t even get a chance to object before coach went back to his office again. Not that he would have spoken against coach otherwise anyways, Dan was far too timid for that, but it would have been nice to have the option.

With his thin and bony shoulders lowered in defeat Dan made his way over to the washroom. The only thing he hated more than handling the pieces of clothing draped in sweat and musk was his strong urge to take a whiff of the testosterone laden cloth. But, he had to hang on to his last remnants of dignity.

Hanging on to those last shreds of dignity had become an increasingly challenging task for the small guy. After the team had discovered Dan still had some resemblance of self respect they had increased their ‘pranking’ in an attempt to dissuade Dan from any illusions of self value. 

The latest harmless practical joke had involved showing Dan an video of Tom, football star, impaling the cute guy Dan had once drunkenly confessed having a crush on. The whole team made sure to snicker at the guy’s moaning about how ‘no other man would ever be enough after getting a taste of the hung big muscle hunk on campus.’

Dan wasn’t sure if finally seeing the cock that gave ‘Thick Tom’ his namesake was enough to offset the hurt of seeing his crush with someone else. 

All these thoughts mindlessly jumped through his mind while he did the team’s washing. He again thought of quitting, but ruining his chance at his lifelong dream of running track was too high of a price to pay.

Dan almost wouldn’t have thought twice about the thirteenth jockstrap on the bottom of the pile and washed it on autopilot while thinking about Tom’s hot body if it didn’t have such a stark scarlet colour contrasting brightly with the rest of the white jockstraps. 

Dan picked it up. Unlike the other jockstraps he’d been handling for the last while, there wasn’t a trace of sweaty balls in the garment. It was unused. 

That wasn’t odd per say, coach usually washed all the new clothing once before giving it to the team, but the red colour was definitely new. 

So was the label. ‘TOM’ was printed in the sides in black lettering. Jockstraps usually weren’t named, and it seemed a little excessive, even for the team’s star. He had complained the jockstraps “were too tiny to contain the goods.” but Dan had just thought coach would order a bigger model. 

Dan twisted the garment in his hands a few more times, each second he thought he was going to put it away but strangely found himself unable too. An unexplainable fascination dominated his mind, urging him on with the strangest thought.

He should put the jockstrap on.

And as ridiculous as Dan found the thought, it wasn’t long before he had completely undressed, his skinny black body, and small, thin, dick looking back at him in the small mirror hanging on the wall. Unceremoniously he stepped into the red jock, pulling it up over his skinny legs, still not quite sure what he was expecting besides a jock that would be a few sized too large. 

Once it was finally in place, and Dan got a good look of how absurd he looked in the jockstrap, he felt like had awoken from a trance. Of course he looked laughable, he was wearing a jockstrap that wasn’t even close to being his size. With horror he thought about what would happen if one of the player’s would find him here. He’d never hear the end of it. But before he could jump out of the jockstrap, a small piece of paper fell out of the jock swirled down his thin legs. 

Dan picked it up. “Product provided by Hunkify” it read. The small guy was just about to wonder if he ever heard that name before when an agonising pain shot through his body. 

Every muscle on Dan’s body felt like it was on fire, intensely burning with pain. It hurt for a moment, but then Dan could see the wondrous things this pain was accomplishing.

He was growing. Getting bigger, more muscular, manlier.

It started in his biceps. Slowly his thin arms were making place for cannonballs and thick forearms. His flat chest made way for two mellons making due as pecs, with a rigid 8 pack underneath. He shot up in height till he was a few hairs away from the 6’8 ceiling. His twig like legs replaced by thick tree trunks, forcing him into a wider and more commanding stance.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Dan said inbetween gasps of air, the experience of pounds of muscle flowing into his frame by second knocking the wind out of him.

With a grin he saw how the front of the jock, at first entirely undisturbed by his undersized genitalia, slowly pushed away further and further as he felt his dick grow meatier and meatier.

The experience of growing was so indescribably erotic, with each wink Dan seemed bigger when he looked at himself in the mirror. All he could do was moan in pleasure and let his growing mittens glide through his thick cobblestone abs. 

The growth didn’t taper off before Dan looked truly obscene. Like a black hulk he stood in awe watching himself in the mirror, flexing each muscle and rediscovering his body. The jockstrap, which just a few minutes ago had been hanging over him like a tent, was now way too tight. The lettering that had once spelled out the jockstrap likely former target was now stretched beyond recognition, deformed by the enormous fat sausage the jock was struggling to contain.  

With a grin Dan jumped into the football uniform hanging to dry. It was too small now, way too small, struggling to cover the entirety of his big chest, and barely covering his thick legs. Fuck, he’d be the biggest guy on the team, the rest of the jocks would be nothing but puny compared to him. Opponents would be smothered in his bulge if they weren’t terrified enough to run away after seeing his hugely muscular form. 

Dan took another look at his godly body in the uniform, and then threw it off. 

He had been the waterboy to a team of demons for god knows how long for just one reason. To get on the track team. And by god, he wasn’t gonna discard that wish now.

No, he was gonna barge into coach's office and demand a spot on the track team right away. He just needed to get his other demands in order too.

First, he’d want Tom as his waterboy. Sure, the guy had a promising career in a football, but it wasn’t looking as promising as the new tall, impossibly muscular runner. Besides, Dan had the feeling Tom might be into his new thick muscles and monstercock. Dan felt like having his former tormentor worshipping his muscles and drain his cock was just the kind of justice he had been craving. 

Secondly. Coach had to buy him a new jockstrap, this thing was awfully tight. 




The Professor

“Obviously we greatly appreciate your continued devotion to lectures. I can’t imagine anyone else explaining astrophysics with the same clarity and focus.”

“Oh yes, we can’t overstate that enough. You’re still doing a great job teaching, prof. It’s just the… Other factors, that muddy the water.

“Like for example, take yesterday's lecture. Awesome explanation of binary star systems and the effects it has on gravitational pulls. But uh…

The two college students look a little unsurely at each other before continuing.

 “We can’t deny that you ripping out of your shirt halfway through teaching space time correlations was slightly… Bothersome.” 

“The fact that you then took a few pauses from the lecture to look at your bouncing pecs didn’t help. Nor did rubbing your hands through your fluff coated abs and muttering about how ‘fucking huge’ you were.”

“And taking a minute break in your talk about the effects of meteorites on a galactic scale to arm wrestle with the football team captain was really stepping over the line.”

“The fact that you won and pushed his face into your crotch “So he could get a taste of what a real man smells like” really doesn’t help your case either.”

An unnerving silence falls over the office. The two students had expected some confrontation but so far their professor had remained silent, eerily so. 

“Look, sir, we get that it’s difficult having these immense overpowering surges of muscle growth. And we commend you for being a pioneer of science and testing out that growth inducing potion...”

“...But if half the lectures is taken up by you flexing your growing muscles and rearranging your filled out package, I really think we ought to consider that it’d be best if you took a few steps back for a while.”

“You know, let off that steam elsewhere instead of in front of students. We’re certainly not blaming you from having some excessive hormones after going from a frail old guy to this.”

“This sex filled, masculinity overflowing…”

“...Chauldron of size and muscle.”

The students give each other another glance and blush. Finally the professor spoke, letting out a deep chuckle. The students had tried their best, but their last line had revealed their game.

“I suppose my new and growing hunky body must be even more of a distraction to you lot.”

The professor’s voice was a manly tremor, and a far cry from his former shaken and unsure tone.  

“Let me just test out my latest hypothesis…”

Without any further warning the professor went for a bicep flex, the muscle jumping upwards and veins crisscrossing over the mound of solid power. The two students can’t help but press their lithe hands on the powerful muscle, they revel in the manly power they feel coursing through the skin.

“Oh yeah. Hypothesis proven. Hungry twinks will try and get you removed from your post if your new hunky body is distracting them.”

The two students look at the floor with an embarrassed smile. 

“Fret not. I think I have a workable solution for us all. Clearly taking in all the pheromones this body is emanating is gonna drive you wild with lust. Seeing all theses muscles push through my clothing isn’t helping either. I think I have just the cure though…”

Slowly the professor fishes his thick fat prick out of his pants. The rumours about the professor having a donkey dick are quite clearly the understatement of the year. 

“I’ve got a few hours before my next classes. I’d say stretching your hungry holes open for that time should provide you enough relief so that you’d be able to focus again on my lectures. Might make it hard to walk for the next few days though.”

The students did not have to be told twice.



Daily captions are back, baby! I'll take breaks on the weekends but there should be new stuff posted here five days a week. Enjoy!

The Little Brother.
I could hardly believe my luck with the guy I had picked up at the bar.

The spot was infamous for it’s high concentration of drunks, weirdos and creeps. It was the spot for the losers who couldn’t get into any of the nice clubs. Most girls only went in if they were desperate or inexperienced with the nightlife of the town, and I was both.

Yet among the heaps of trash that stumbled through the dimly lit bar there had seemed to be hiding a gem, concealed in one of the dark corners, angstily staring into his beer.

You’d almost mistake him for one of the low life’s that swarmed the place, but there was definitely something different about him. He was taller, broader, more handsome and more muscled. The signs were subtle, almost covered up under thick clothing, but a girl with an eye trained after scrolling through thousands of hunky instagram feeds knows how to spot ‘em.

I struck up a conversation easy enough, it became obvious quite fast this guy was shy. Real shy. I found that odd, because the more I learned about him, the more I thought he’d be one of the popular college kids. Young, attractive, dedicated gym regimine, what’s not to love? His gentle smile and thick biceps were certainly very much my type. 

It took quite a few signals before he finally caught on I was into him. He almost seemed caught off guard by that, something I considered another oddity. A guy who can reveal a tight eight pack whenever he accidentally lifts up his sweater shouldn’t be strange to female attention. 

It took a few more hours of chatting he finally realised that the attraction was way past return and that I desperately needed him in bed. 

After his shock faded we finally got out of the shady bar and into the calm warmth of the summer night. 

“Just need to grab some condoms.” He mumbled, while he ran into a late night store. 

I was very pleased to see that when he came jogging out again a package of ‘Magnum XXL’ was protruding from his pocket. 

After a short walk, kept in brisk pace by his thick legs we reached his front door. He hesitated for a moment.

“I, uhh, live together with my younger bro. Please keep quiet.” He said while averting my gaze unsurely. 

I shrugged. I had guys stuff their socks in my mouth to prevent my moans from waking up their roommates, the warning was appreciated, and this beefcake seemed to be very much worth it.

After we quietly ran up the stairs to his room, and he judged the coast clear, I finally got the reveal of the wrapper I had been waiting to see unraveled all evening.

I thought it was odd he hadn’t mentioned a brother, a brother he was a roommate with no less, in any of the lengthy conversation we had over the evening.

I didn’t get to ponder on that for long when he finally discarded his clothes, revealing a studly body he had so carefully concealed.

My mouth watered. Tree trunk legs, square pecs, this guy was the real deal. Not to mention that bulge he had stuffed down his black briefs…

He looked a bit unsure what to do, so I took charge. I threw off my own clothes, my voluptuous body clearly sparking something inside him. I closed the difference between us, his breath was warm in my neck and I softly pressed my hand into his briefs.

The warm cock meat that was trying its most desperate best to escape… I couldn’t muffle the sound that awoke inside me, and I let out a high pitched squeal in excitement. 

“Sush, keep it down.” He tried desperately.

I consider for a moment, but feeling another pulse of the hardening rod against the fabric made me sure I couldn’t keep myself down.

“No way! You’re like the best looking guy in the city, your brother can deal with the sound of a girl having the time of his life. Or is he one of those jealous types, wishing he was the guy with the big muscles bringing a girl home every night?” I said, maybe a little louder than I should after three glasses of wine, while giving the stud in front of me a wink.

He looked terrified. A second later I found out why.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT THE NOISE, TWERP” A deep sneering voice boomed from the door.

I turned around, and swallowed while looking at whose voice had shaken the foundations of the house just moments before.

An absolute titan was occupying the doorframe. He had to be nearing 7’0 feet tall and somehow had the muscle mass to pull the height off, he looked absolutely massive. 

My mouth went dry, and the hunky giant’s expression softened when he spotted my nude body.

“Oh.” He said with a grin a chuckle. “Didn’t know you had company big bro.” He continued with a growing sinister smile.

“That’s your ‘little brother’?!” I practically screamed out. 

I couldn’t believe how much I had to crane my neck upwards to meet the giant’s eyes when he strutted into the room. 

“Back off bro.” My date said, trying to refind the confident footing he finally seemed to have been striding in a few moments before. The shaking in his voice and the fear at his brother’s giant body seemed to make quiet obvious he failed.

“C’mon, calm down brah. I’ll just introduce myself to the girl and be on my way.” The behemoth said with a shrug. 

He had to bend down to his knees while he introduced himself as Jamey, big man on campus,  quarterback, academic genius, and two years ‘the twerps’ junior. I felt my cheeks blush up scarlet while I took in the chest of this guy, bigger than most bodybuilders and ripped as no one I had ever seen before.  He returned my ogling favor by taking in my nude body, clearly seeing something he liked going by his ‘Dayummm”

I don’t know whether my cheeks or those of my date were a more burning red. 

“You know, this little guy got me into lifting all those years back, isn’t that right big bro?” Jamey said with a grin. His handsomely stubbled and manly face could carry the slightly cruel angle it had with a dominating flare. 

“Don’t be shy now big bro, show off those muscles that motivated me to get into training when I was just a wimp.”

My date obliged, going for a most muscular. It was an impressive sight, all those muscles flaring up at once, and it made me give out another girlish squeal

Jamey wasn’t impressed. He simply stepped in front of his older brother, absolutely towering over him and dwarfing the smaller guy. I couldn’t even see his older brother anymore, Jamey just obscured every part of him with his bulging muscles. Every part of Jamey was just so much bigger. Every muscle, his height, and that threatening bulge forming in the front of his pants…

“Well, we know who’s the bigger bro now, right?” Jamey asked with a sneer. He bounced his far outward jutting pecs for emphasis, air seemed to be moved aside by the motion.

“C’mon, show your lady what you’re packing. You gotta be bigger than me in some regard, right little guy?” The commanding titan asked.

My date, again, wordlessly obliged. I had began to get the sneaking suspicion this perhaps wasn’t the first time Jamey revelled in his bigger size. He stepped out of his boxers, revealing a rock hard 8’ inch cock. 

‘Fuck’ I said, feeling myself get wetter and wetter. I’d never seen a dick so big up close.

“Looking nice brah, far above average.” Jamey said while calming his booming bass voice somewhat. 

The behemoth grabbed the cock in his hand, Jamey’s oversized mitten somehow making the dick look tiny.

“...Of course, ‘far above average’ isn’t enough to measure up to your lil’ bro.” Jamey said while picking up his sadistic sneer.

He pulled out his own cock. I was in awe of the thing. It was so fat and so big… I wondered why I had thought for even a moment why his brother had been worth my time. Clearly Jamey was the only real man in the room here, with his over a footlong fuck stick and supersized muscles.

“So. Pretty lady. You can go with the my scrawny bro here, who never even broke 230 pounds. Or you can go with the alpha that’s sleeping one room over. The choice is yours.”

It did not take me long to decide. I was into Jamey’s room faster than an olympic runner would have been. 

And so, while I was being stretched open by the thirteen inches of heat of this young college stud was carrying, burying my small face in his big manly pecs I couldn’t help but scream out:

“Fuck Jamey. You’re so fucking massive. I can’t believe I ever saw anything in your brother, he’s nothing compared to you.”

The gigantic hunk only seemed more turned on by that.

And, occasionally, during that fuck session that lasted well into the next day, I could hear the sounds of someone furiously jacking off coming from the room of my ‘date’. It was a sound was often immediately drowned out by Jamey’s deep grunt’s as he fucked me into an orgasmic bliss once again. 



Thin Walls.

As roommates we always jokingly complained about the paper thin walls that was letting the smallest of noises through.

If you were listening to a track on your speakers, all four of us were listening right there with you. Made your workout prep meal? Yeah, we could smell that. 

It helped being joking about it, because in actuality it was rather annoying. Guys in college want nothing more than a little privacy and there was none of that here.

And if you got a bunch of over-competitive straight guys in a room together with a thing that annoys them it won't be long before it's made into game.

Rashad started it by blaring the new Katy Perry single at full volume for a few hours straight. 

Dave continued it, making us drown in loud death metal coming from his room for a full day.

And I finished it, playing an episode from a kids shows at max volume while I was out of town for weekend. 

The only one abstaining from our little competition of annoyance was Max, as per usual. But he didn't need thin walls to get on your nerves. Max was the scrawny nerd in group of sporty jocks and was the odd one out. He never joined us to parties or the gym, preferring to spend time in the books and studying. As a roommate he straight up sucked.

That's why it surprised us so much to discover after the three of us came back from the gym Max had ended up joining our little competition after all. 

Apparently the cheeky little twerp was playing some porn at max volume from his bedroom. 

The three of us could have a good laugh at that, we went to Max's room to congratulate him on his joke but his door was firmly locked. 

Fair enough, I could survive sitting in the sound's of sex for a few hours as a payback for my prank. 


"God you're so fucking massive!" A high pitched voice squeaked.

"I've never been with a guy with so much muscle." Another voice said.

"Fuck! Are you still not done growing?" A third female voice enquired.


All the voices got as a reply was the loud testosterone laden grunts that vibrated through the whole appartement. 

Fuck, I was gonna have to ask Max what video that was, that sounded hot. I felt myself bone up at just the sounds of female's moaning, whatever guy there were using in the video he must be gigantic, being able to pleasure three women at the same time to the extent they experienced such bliss. 

It continued for a few hours, and it got all three of us very horny. I mean, what guy wouldn't be, sitting in the sound of girls screaming it out in pleasure for hours straight.

I even tried jerking off to it in my room. But once I got my dick out I felt awfully self conscious. The girls, driven to such extremes of pleasure, they were talking about a gigantic battering ram of flesh, my own slightly above average dick felt tiny compared through the sizes they were moaning through the walls. And the muscles they talked about on the male hunk providing them such delight, the girls couldn't stop purring about the arms that could break their boyfriends like twigs. Fuck. It was hot, don't get me wrong, but jerking off to the girls moaning felt like cheating, like I was taking credit for the mountain of man's accomplishments. 

Around the 6pm we began expecting Max was using some sort of audio manipulation software to orchestrate the whole scenario. The male's tremors of satisfaction were so deep and manly. And the girls were beginning to scream about some really weird stuff. The nerd was probably mixing some audio files to make them say whatever he wanted.


"Fuck yes Max, you're like a foot taller than Rashad."

"Jesus Max, you're cock must be twice as long as Dave's."

"Oh god you must have atleast 200 pounds on Micheal."


We were gonna have to have a little chat with Max as soon as he was finished. It sounded like he was using our girlfriend's voices in whatever messed up audio program was creating this chorus of sexual noises. That wasn't cool. 

Nor was the thick smell of sex that descended on our apartment as it neared 8' o clock. Male musk penetrated the thin wall mercilessly and it smelled like 25 guys stayed here instead of four. I wasn't even sure how he was doing that, must be some sort of package at the prank shop. 

I was sitting on the couch and it was nearing midnight when the sounds finally stopped. I sighed in relief, maybe my boner would finally die down now. 

Loudly I heard Max's door being pulled open.

"Funny joke Max, but that thing with our girlfriends and our sizes took it way too far." I shouted while looking at the football game on the TV.

I heard heavy earthquake causing footfalls and a deep chuckle.

"Glad you liked." A deep tremor said in an amused tone. 

Was the twerp using some sort of voicebox to change his voice? I looked around.

An unknown giant was standing in the hall, with my new red sweatpants pulled over the biggest set of legs I had ever seen. Everything about this man was big. He had a giant outhanging shelf of pecs, and biceps that were laced in thick veins. He seemed to stand over 7' feet tall and he had  a handsome smirk adorning his face while I checked out every part of this giant. 

I knew in an instant this was the man bringing the girls we had been hearing such pleasure. Fuck, how could it be anyone else? That cock he had stuffed down one leg of the pants looked inhumanly large enough for it to make a great deal of sense.

This giant strutted over to the fridge, taking out a green drink. It was 3/4 empty already, and his adam's apple swallowed it's remaining contents with much eagerness. I recognised it, was some weird energy drink only one person in the world had the sugar tolerance for standing. 

"Max?" I called out in disbelief. 

The giant let out a burp and he grinned at me proudly.

"Haha, took you a while, little guy." 

He bounced his massive pecs while giving me wink. He seemed to move an insane amount of air by just making his massive meaty globes dance.

My awe at the giant Max had turned into turned cold while I realised what else about the afternoon's sounds we heard must have been real.

"So it was you, fucking..."

Max interrupted me with a smirk.

"Yeah it was me fucking Kayla, Valerie and Lara. Honestly, I can't belief some of you guys have been together for years. They were so fucking tight! They're stretched wide open now though. I made sure they now know what real men feel like."

Max ran his hands over his thick chest. It looked like he could get used to being the biggest man in the room by a long shot. He suddenly firmly grabbed his own mammoth cock, kneading it through the cloth of the sweatpants.

"...Should have used that spell years earlier. Feels so fucking good being a stud." He growled.

The display reinvigorated my own need for release, and my dick tented my pants painfully.

"Well good luck with that. I'm back to stretching open your girls till the sun comes up." Max said with a wink.

"Oh, and make sure you keep the sound of TV down. We have thin walls, and I wanna hear the girl's scream about how much my muscles turn them on." 



(A little interlude I wrote in between other projects. Daily captions will be back soonish™.)

Sharing Is Caring.

“C'mon Jason, give the Speedo back, you've had it for long enough.” Dan's nasally voice bemoaningly wailed.

Jason looked up from his sunbathing spot, his awesome muscularity shimmering nicely in the sunlight. It took Jason a second to reacquaint to himself with his surroundings after his nap in the sun, and as became clear while he looked down to his massive outward jutting pecs, he had to take a few seconds to re familiarize himself with his body too.

His sleepy face made place for a huge grin while he bounced the massive meaty globes that made up his pecs up and down. With the smirk that grew on his face while he inspected more and more of his bulging muscles you'd almost get the ridiculous, biology breaking, unheard-off thought he'd only been a hunk for a day. 

This wasn't the case of course. He'd only been looking like a god of masculinity and sex for less than an hour.

Jason's self worship was interrupted by Dan's annoying voice. 

“Aren't you big enough yet? C'mon Jason, we all paid for the magic Speedo. You're being a bad friend.” The small man demanded.

Jason looked at the yellow Speedo he was referring too. It was looking awfully snug around his large and bulging package. 

Just a few hours ago Jason had been as pathetic looking as Dan himself. The token black friend in a group of nerds. He'd been elected to test out the Speedo they had ordered from a witchcraft and curse website. All the friends had to sacrifice their college funds in order to the buy the item, and yet none of other friends had dared to put on the magic item first, fearing it's incomprehensibly noted effects or how it might mess with their asthma medicine.

Now that they had seen their scrawny and weedy black friend slowly inflate next to the pool to the biggest hunk any of them had seen for the past hour those inhibitions were completely out of the window however.

“Stop being selfish and share the thing already.” Dan demanded.

Jason considered those words for a few seconds. He had always despised Dan's bossy attitude, but he had been even scrawnier than twerpy Dan and had been too afraid to say anything. Obviously there was a change in that now. 

Jason jumped up to his full height, looming and towering over the smaller man. Dan's 5'10 height was looked at with jealousy in the group of nerds but it didn't get him much further than a view of big black man's pecs now. Formerly 5'8 Jason could get used to extra foot in height.

“You want me to give you back the magic Speedo all of you were too chicken shit to test out?” Jason asked, his voice booming and a good octave lower than before.

Dan nodded, his sudden infatuation with the cobblestone bricks making up Jason's abs preventing him from speaking.

Jason looked past his own pecs with a little difficulty and down to the yellow Speedo he was stretching out. He could just deny it to them, but that didn't seem like too much fun.

He relished the feeling of every part of his body magically inflating with masculinity and size for a second longer, and then pulled the garment with a little difficulty of him. 

“There you go, little guy.” Jason said with a generous smile as he dropped the Speedo in Dan's hands. 

The small man almost looked a little suspicious at how easily the new black hulk had given up the magic item. Suspicions that were discarded in favor of eager excitement that he'd soon be top dog within the group of friends again. Dan quickly stepped out of his own clothing and underwear, the thoughts of the chicks he'd bang if he a body like Jason's (or even bigger....) already shooting through his mind. He tried not to let the pool of pre that continually leaked out of Jason's horse cock and had drenched the Speedo bother him too much while he pulled the garment on. With a smirk of his own Dan looked at Jason while he had the piece of swimwear on. He wouldn't wave to look up to the big man for long.....

Suddenly Jason felt the warm summer air again on his very humble but rock hard dick, the Speedo lying on the floor looking at him with a grin. Dan pulled the thing back up again, not eager to show off his hard 3.5' inch dick while the black cock swinging between the set of muscular thighs in front him seemed to be twice as big while completely soft. 

Dan could see why it hadn't hung onto his frame now that he pulled it up again. The material was completely stretched out and ruined by having to hug around Jason's superior manhood and glutes. It's new tent like form didn't come anywhere close enough to still comfortably fit around any of the scrawny nerds. Dan tried desperately to press the cloth into him, but he didn't feel the buzz of growth Jason had described when he had first started growing. 

"Fuck man, did my new fat prick stretch it out too much to still fit around your tiny dicklet? Jason asked in a completely unsurprised tone. “The packaging did say 'For men.' not sure if that qualifies.” He continued with a chuckle, giving his own coke can thick cock a few tugs for emphasis. 

Dan looked like he was a combination of angry, disappointed and aroused. 

“Don't worry man. It stated on the site it was for multiple uses. One of the thousand papers this thing came with probably has some kind manual on how to reconfigure the stretch.” Jason said with a little more sincerity. 

Dan nodded, still too embarrassed to speak. He hopped out of the piece of clothing and put his own boxers back on, staring longingly at the Jason's thick arms and biceps.

“Don't worry little guy, as soon as you've figured out how to get this thing to fit around your skinny asses it won't be long before you've got big biceps like this of your own.” Jason said while shoving the 22 inches of steel his arms flexed up to in Dan's face.

“In the meantime, I'll be sure to keep this thing safe...” Dan said while pulling the Speedo with some difficulty over his body. Dan looked on in awe as every part of Jason's already big body started growing ever so slowly again, inflating him with more and more size. 

Dan quickly hurried back to the group of nerds standing on the other side of the pool, murmuring something quietly about what they needed to find in the pile of incantations, papers and spells the Speedo came with. 

Jason looked on with a smile, loving the feeling of his body growing more masculine and bigger by the second. The only reason he had thought that there was a way to reconfigure the stretch was because he had found how to do it half an hour ago. By that time the Speedo had already been stretched out to the point it wasn't gonna be useful to any of skinny friends, but he found out that if you just tugged at a small string in the back the cloth collapsed back in on itself till it was its original shape, fitting perfectly on any pathetic twerp. 

Naturally Jason had made sure to remove that magical string and throw it in the trash. He hadn't been eager to share his way of obtaining masculine perfection with any of his 'friends'. Despite their financial contributions they really didn't deserve the body of gods, and least of all Dan. 

The big man slowly heard the first signs of ripping. Wouldn't be long now before his growing and swelling cock would be too much for the Speedo to handle and it'd be shredded into a thousand pieces, it's magical growing capabilities going with it. 

Jason made sure he remembered all the nerds from the group who had told him they had a crush on the hot neighbor, he was gonna need to send them all video's of her and her husband being split open by his foot long muscle cock as soon as he was done here. 



(Originally posted on my Tumblr)


I never understood why my lifting partner had such a complete obsession with being bigger than me.

He always tried to put a few extra weights on when we were lifting together. He wore weird shoes with thick soles so he could be just an inch taller than me. And he always felt the need to comment how much more of a ‘man’ he was, even though the difference between us was minimal.

And, if anything, I was pretty sure I beat him in almost every regard. I was stronger, and bigger, yet he insisted that he was the man between us two.

It irritated me to no end, and his latest obsession was about my dick.

I was pretty hung, and when you shower together after hitting the gym for a few years my lifting partner was bound to find out.

Recently however he had been 'joking’ about how I supposedly only was a 'shower’ and that, if he got hard, my far below average lifting buddy would really outgrow me.

And if anyone should know I was very well endowed it should have been him. Wasn’t it the girl he had a crush on I ‘accidentally’ send a pic of, being penetrated by my fully hard battering ram? That had really pissed him off a while ago, I assumed he had been looking at my 8 incher as well when he jerked off to her in that pic.

At first I just brushed it off, my 8 inches of heat had never disappointed anyone, so I tried to not let it bother me.

But something about him repeating it, every, single, day, really got to me.

So after the third joke that day at the expense of my beautiful cock I just told him:

“Fine, we’ll hold a little dick measuring contest, if that will shut you up.”

It did, he looked at me with slight unease. I was going to love wiping of that smirk from his face.

And so I came to sit in my private backyard with my dick in one hand and an old playboy in the other. My lifting buddy, looking rather anxious now, with the ruler opposite of me.

My cock never needed that much encouragement. It got hard easy and stayed that way as long as I wanted, and soon pre started leaking out of my cock head. It was a little over 8 inches and hard as steel.

I looked over my to spotter, who also looked about as hard as he would get, and still not much larger than 4 inches.

I raised my eyebrow at my spotter. “Think measuring is a little redundant, no?” I asked, wiggling my cock around in my hand.

“No man, you’ll see, just measure your one first, I’ll really get hard in a minute.”

I thought he looked at my cock with just a little too much excitement. Of course he was just a fucking fag, who wanted to see my massive cock, I knew it.

Even more pathetic was that he couldn’t even admit he had lost when the it was swinging in front of his face. But if it would shut him up…

I grabbed the ruler, doing my best job with the tools available.

“8.2 Inches” I exclaimed triumphantly.

“Come on man, you expect me to believe that?”

Of course I did, because he had been looking at me while I had measured.

I sighed. I really wanted to get this over with.

“Want me to measure again?”

He nodded, the assured expression that was now plastered on his face making me slightly uneasy.

I put ruler next to my cock again, my mind not really processing the results when I read them out loud.

“6.1 Inches.” I said.

I wanted to scream that wasn’t right but… I felt a headache pass through as slowly my memories seemed to become less clear.

I packed eight inches of heat, right? My memories seemed now to disagree. Encounters with hot chicks who had noticed my bulge fading into nothingness, and being replaced with more average sex with a more average dick.

Yeah, I had nothing to be ashamed off, six inches still got the deal done, most of the time, and it was well above average. I scratched my head, wondering where I had gotten the idea I had some massive cock down my trousers.

I looked over at my spotting partner, who’s cock indeed seemed to have gotten larger when I was busy measuring. He looked to pack around six inches too now, looking just a centimeter or two smaller than me. I wanted to hand him the ruler so we could get this over with, still confident I was going to win this, but he just shook his head.

“Nah man, I’m still not fully hard.”

His self-assured expression turned a little more wicked.

“Besides, little man, 6.1 inches seems way too large for your tiny dick, measure it again.”

The confident me, who would have told that fairy to get out of his house and to ogle dicks elsewhere, seemed weirdly unavailable. So I just grabbed the ruler again, and placed it next to my dick.

“2 Inches” I admitted meekly, reading the results from the ruler.

New memories flooded my mind. Girls being disappointed the hot bod came with so little cock. Embarrassing moments in the shower where I had to cover up my little penis. Years of humiliation for my tiny endowment were now ever-present in my memory, of course I wasn’t average, I was pathetic.

My lifting partner smiled, stroking his massive cock with a smile like it was the first time he was holding his legendary fuck stick. I could always see his massive bulge through his gym shorts, it’s contents bouncing happily when we did cardio together. Girls biting their lips whenever they spotted his manly manhood through his trousers. The showers falling silent when he walked in, with that log swinging between his legs.

“Give me the ruler, buddy, this is about as hard as I’m gonna get.”

I handed him the ruler, but his cock extended just a little further than the ten inches it was equipped to measure.

“Well, my cock is somewhere over ten inches then I guess. I think we can say I won, right?”

I nodded, not even sure why I had called the dick measuring contest in the first place. Well, I did know, to see his mouth-watering sized cock hard in the flesh of course, all those videos of him jerking off online just weren’t enough for me anymore.

I smiled, slapping my lifting partner on the back.

“At least I still got the bigger muscles.” I said, playfully.

My spotter’s expression turned sour, his face turning dark as he mumbled some words in a weird sounding foreign language.

I felt dizzy for a moment, before refining my footings.

I slapped him on his ass again, the bulging glutes shaking pleasantly in my frail and bony arm. His handsome face having a very satisfied expression on his thick neck, as he guided my mouth to his jaw breaking cock. I couldn’t believe that I had the honor of being able to worship my buddy, the international fitness icon before he went to the gym. His 8-pack glistened in the sun of his private outdoor yard, his muscles seeming just as bulging and massive as usual.

He always asked me join him when he went to the gym to train that massive body of his, but I always respectfully declined. My slender frame had no place in a gym, I could train my bubble butt at home.

Before taking his gigantic member in my mouth, and letting him use me like the cum rag I am, I managed to muffle out: “Funny how we’re the same height, ain’t it? Guess even you have stay stuck at 5′11.”

He just smiled while shoving his enormous shaft down my throat, the sound of some weird foreign words he was mumbling drowned out by my puny body moaning.  

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