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JakeLandry

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Synopsis: After going to a bar for Spring Break, he drinks something that he isn't positive what it is, yet all his fantasies start coming true. Now he's stuck in his classroom with all the hot jocks he'd been pining after from his previous classes. There's plenty of muscle growth, transformation and reality change, and sex in this 13,000 word book.

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I just finished another book if you're interested in reading more. I going to continue with the Running Interference book next, I just needed to step away from Chronivac stuff for a bit because I was working on a few others series with a similar themes. 

If you're just looking for some free stories I also have my wordpress with a lot more stories than I've posted on here. [Link to Wordpress]

JakeLandry

A Troublesome Wish

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“Dude, do you even know how to work out?” Henry laughed as he set down his own weights. He walked over to someone who was struggling with them. Even if this guy had an okayish physique, the way he lifted looked like he’d never been in a gym before and Henry wasn’t about to watch some amateur tear a bicep or something. 

“I know!” Stan defended himself. “I know how to do it!”

Henry backed off. “Okay man,” he held up his hands defensively. “I’m just trying to help.” Stan scowled. A low growl hung in his throat. “Look man,” Henry continued, “really, I know what it was like to be smaller. And hurting yourself isn’t going to make you bigger faster. You need to take your time with it.”

“Yeah right! You’re just saying that. I wish you were smaller than me and I was your size so you really could know what I feel like right now,” Stan shouted. 

A cosmic coincidence seemed to want to grant that wish. Somewhere the magic had escaped and forced its way into the small gym. Lights flashed and wind picked up where there shouldn’t have been any at all. But the wish was granted.

Stan felt it in his body. Muscles started to build onto his average frame. He could feel the strength adding each second as more and more weight was added to his body. Each second his biceps added another inch, his shoulders pushed further out of his sides, thick quads filled his shorts and even thicker calves turned into a solid diamond shape. He could feel his blood flowing faster, filling his muscles with oxygen.

They flexed almost on reflex. He could see the definition build more. The thick rounded muscles had veins bulging out of his body. He wiggled his toes that had burst out of the front of his shoes. The same looked to be happening to his shirt as it lifted up to show off the bottom two rows of his abs. 

But the exact opposite thing was happening to Henry. With each pound that Stan had gained, Henry had lost it. His large imposing body quickly shrank to almost nothing. His strong arms dwindled and hung almost lifelessly next to his scrawny torso. The sleeveless shirt hung off his small shoulders as one of the bands slipped to the side. Henry had to tilt his head back further and further to get a proper look of Stan.

“Damn…” it almost sounded like it was a moan. “Why are you so hot?”

“What,” Stan made it sound more like a statement than a question. 

“Jesus Christ…” Henry felt his body drifting closer to Stan. The first two steps, he lost both of his shoes. The shorts were next as they couldn’t fit around his thinner hips. His hands reached out for the powerful muscles still barely being held back by the clothes the now bodybuilder was wearing. It was at least two to three sizes too small to fit across his massive torso. “You’re just so fucking hot. I just want to touch you.”

Stan backed up. But there weren’t many places to go in the empty gym. He only said the wish out of anger and frustration, not realizing that most of that was built in from not being seen as anything other than a weakling in the eyes of the stud. He was working out to get stronger, hoping that he might catch the handsome man’s eyes, but was still only seen as pathetic. 

A devious grin filled Henry’s face as Stan pushed his body against the wall. “What’s wrong big guy?” Henry pushed his hand against Stan’s abs and slid it up to his pecs. The tiny hands gave the massive muscle a squeeze. “This is how you felt right? Horny?”

Stan let out an unrecognizable sound as his body seemed to flex at the sensation. His shirt tore even more and toes wiggled around outside of the front of his shoes. “That’s not what I meant…” he groaned, trying to keep his wits, but they were rapidly failing. His body wasn’t reacting the way he thought it should. He was the hot stud, yet he was being led around by someone half his size.

“Isn’t it? I mean you’re so big and sexy now. You’re just so strong,” Henry’s hands roamed around Stan’s torso a bit more and then found their way onto his bicep. He gave it a firm squeeze. Stan seemed to flex almost on reflex, tearing at the shirt even more. Huge holes formed around the seams and the sleeve had ripped up to his shoulder. “And I just want to help make you bigger. And stronger…” 

Henry stood on his tiptoes and just barely made it to Stan’s lips. He let his light weight fall against the muscular man and ran his hands up his sides. His mouth broke past Stan’s defenses and he explored his body even more. A hand dipped into Stan’s shorts and gripped his cock. “Don’t worry big guy,” Henry mocked, “I know my way around the gym. I’ll make sure you learn all the proper form. Making sure you grow nice and strong.”

Another strange syllable was caught in Stan’s throat. He felt his body flex as he lost control of his sexual tension. The mess was quickly dripping into his underwear and then pooling around his feet. He didn’t even notice the remains of his shirt rip apart as his whole body flexed. “Oh my God… This isn’t what I meant. This isn’t what I meant.”

“Too bad,” Henry took off his shirt and threw it at Stan. His skinny naked body stood in the empty gym. Stan felt himself get hard again seeing the confidence in his small body. “This is how it’s going to be. And if you think for one second I’m going to let you ruin that body, you’re dead wrong.” Henry started going through Stan’s bag to find his old clothes and then slipped them on. They were a little big, but still at least something he could fit into. “Now we’ve got a workout to finish.”

“But…”

“No buts!” his finger pointed at Stan’s chest. “If you wanted that body so bad, you’re going to have to work for it.” Henry’s voice calmed down as he realized how nervous Stan still was. “Doesn’t mean we won’t enjoy it together from time to time though.”

“Right…” Stan agreed. He looked up and down his body again wondering if he was really upset by what the wish had given him.

JakeLandry

 

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It probably should have been worrying just how eager Jason was to try the supplement I was making. But with how good it was working on Josh, he wasn’t going to wait to see what the side effects actually might have been. Even when I warned him there might be something he wouldn’t like, he just laughed and said he wanted to be built like Josh.

With him, he already had a pretty clean diet. His growth was almost faster than what Josh had gone through. But that also just meant how much more seriously he took it in the beginning. Each week his average jock body would have gained two to three extra pounds of mass. But it was all muscle.

I was impressed. Or maybe too eager. He stuck to his diet and workouts without much pressure from me. It also meant I was able to have a bit more fun with him. His stoic almost intimidating posture made him rather unapproachable. And as he grew, he only seemed to want to adopt an even more imposing one. Feeling his new size, he knew he was supposed to be on top, but deep down I knew he was desiring to be on bottom. 

With just a light stroll of my finger down his bicep, his whole body would flex at the reaction. ‘Is something wrong?’ I would goad a response. ‘No…’ he’d pout back, often looking the other way. The longer the trials went on, the harder it was for him to look away. His face was having more and more trouble staying straight, as his mind wandered into territory it never thought it’d go through.

It only encouraged me to try harder. I wanted him to tell me how he was feeling. But he was stubborn. No matter how many times I groped him ‘accidentally’ he stayed firm in his answer. “I’m not feeling any different,” he’d say, often holding his hands over his crotch. I could see I was getting to him though. He was slowly starting to break.

One day, I finally told him to take off his shirt. Without thinking, he did. “Flex,” I told him. He did so without another word. There was a proud and confident look as he stared at his impressive body. Thick corded muscles ran through every bit of him. His veins bulged, stimulated only by a flex. I smiled as I ran my hands over his firm defined muscles, purposefully hanging around his more sensitive areas. His nipples may have been small but the second my finger twirled around them, he seemed to have lost all of his strength. He fell forward against the wall, just barely catching himself. “Everything alright?” I asked.

He breathed heavily as he tried to take back control. I could see him struggling with all his might not to not answer honestly. “Yeah man,” Jason coughed out. “I’m fine. Just… Tripped.”

It was an obvious lie. Though, he tried to stick with it. I ‘reached out’ out to help but my hand ‘slipped’, running the tips of my fingers up from his forearm, over his bicep and to his chest. I watched as he ‘tripped’ back into the wall in front of him. He tried to hold back his moan but still the sound came out. I could see his fists clenching as he did everything to distract himself from his throbbing boner. The more he tried to fight it, the more he seemed to enjoy it. 

“Are you sure there aren’t any side effects?” I gave him another chance to answer.

It took him a few seconds, but he finally choked out an answer, “yes.” 

I rolled my eyes, almost upset at how strong his will power seemed to be. He did not want to admit to it. It didn’t seem to matter that I could clearly see his bulge, and the drip of pre running down his pant leg, he was not going to admit it. “Okay,” I shrugged my shoulders. “You’ll just have to wait over there while I inspect Jason.”

“But sir,” he called out. The fact that he’d addressed me that way seemed to confuse him. However, he still followed my order, and sat on a stool in the corner. He spun back and forth on the stool, covering the bulge, but the drip down his leg was only growing longer.

“Jason,” I called to the other room. Jason came in. He’d grown another fifteen pounds since his last observation. His shoulders were starting to have trouble fitting through the doorway. He seemed to have given up on sleeves and only were stretchy workout pants. And luckily it was starting to warm up, so he could wear flip flops around campus without it being too weird. With how quickly he was growing, consistently buying new clothes would have been too annoying to do. 

“Hey bud,” he trotted in happily. “Josh,” he said with the same sing-songy voice. 

“Ready?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” he answered by stripping off his shirt. There was a bit of a struggle as his muscles were getting too large. Even with the added height, they were just gaining too much mass to bend and move as easily as they had. Yet, it only seemed to encourage Josh to grow even more. Feeling them grow only made him happier. And in private, hornier. 

I could already see the massive bulge between his legs. When I touched his body, it bounced with joy. Even though we’d been meeting more often, it always seemed happier to see me. Or at the very least feel my touch. It was no longer the more clinical one I’d been taking as I ran my finger gently over his hard muscles. He flexed his abs to make them more pronounced and tried to hold back the moan as I gripped his massive pec. By now, I was barely even shoulder height to the hulk of a man. 

“Josh!” Jason called out. 

“Shh… You had your chance,” I held my finger up to my lips and Jason went silent. He squirmed on the stool even more as his dick throbbed with envy. Watching me grope and feel each and every one of Josh’s powerful muscles was making him feel something he never thought he’d feel. Jason tried to use his own hands to mimic the sensation, but it wasn’t the same. His rough calloused hands weren't the same as my softer ones. I didn’t work out like he did. I didn’t play sports like he did. I wasn't as tough as him. 

It looked like Jason was trying to protest. Tell me that I needed to pay more attention to him, instead of Josh. But he was still following my order. When I ‘shh’ed him, he wouldn’t speak. The more dominant rebellious nature was now purely submissive. It was similar with Josh. He had been so stoic and contained, now he was full of energy and outgoing. Always trying to touch other people, so they were more likely to touch him.

Josh got so much satisfaction out of it. The more of a difference, the more satisfaction. I gently turned him around, letting my fingers trail against his wide lats. All the way down his body reacted to the light tickling sensation. I could feel the pulses as they naturally flexed the muscles. But my hands went to his pants and pulled them down revealing the massive ass. He let out a groan as I pressed my dick against it.

Even though we’d done this so many times since I’d gotten Josh to confess to the new feelings he had, there was still a lot of tension. Somehow his asshole seemed to just mold around my dick as I pushed it in. He let out a heavy moan as his body fell against the table in front of him. I pushed a little more. He let more of his massive weight hang on the table.

I loved that feeling of watching him go limp as I went all the way in. The size difference between us only ever made it more enjoyable for him. His body was already starting to shake as I thrust into him more. Each time was a little bit more, but he wasn’t going to finish. Not until I did. And when I did, I enjoyed every moment of it. The tight feeling around my dick and then the burst into his ass.

Hearing his loud, “oof!” as he followed soon after made it harder to think. I pulled out of his asshole slowly and looked over at Jason. Two fingers were deep into his ass as an even more prominent stain in his pants dripped down his leg.

“I can explain!” he held up one hand, while the other was still pleasuring himself.

“I’m sure…” I gave a fake smile. “But you don’t have to. When you’re in public, you can have whatever personality you want. But in private, you do what your partner wants. Got it?” 

“Yes sir,” Jason answered.

JakeLandry

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“Dude, just how big is this shit going to make me?” Josh asked as he’d popped a couple more of the pills. It was an experimental drug that even I didn’t know what all was going to happen. So far, it’d been fairly overt on what was happening. Each time he’d take the pills his blood would get supercharged and grow his muscles. 

Just a month ago no one would have looked at him as anything other than just some guy trying to get swole. Yet he obviously didn’t know what he was doing in the gym and his diet was full of fat and sugars. But he wanted a quick fix. I gave it to him. I’d been experimenting for a while and told him about it. He was more than happy to volunteer. He didn’t care about the side effects. Josh just wanted to get big.

So I gave it to him. It seemed to start working instantly. Everyday he seemed to gain another pound of pure muscle. I told him he had to clean up his diet and that’s when he started to gain even more. The lack of flavor in the baked chicken breast seemed didn’t deter him. When he was seeing 2 and sometimes 3 pounds of gains, he’d eat the whole farm if he had to. 

I’d tracked him all the way through. He’d started off average with his 14 inch biceps but those quickly grew. His large shirts grew tight and he had to buy a whole new wardrobe of XL clothing. But even that was starting to get tight on him. His brow started to push out further while his jawline grew thicker. But his favorite thing to do was brag about how much of an alpha he was. 

Even when he was more of an average jock, he loved talking about how big and strong he was. It didn’t matter that he was about 170 pounds, he’d act like he was at least 250. Now that he was, it didn’t have to be an act. People would move out of his way naturally. His wide shoulders and intimidating size would make people question if they even wanted a chance to piss him off. 

“I don’t know,” I answered his question. “It seems to just keep making you bigger each time you take ‘em.”

“I know, right?” Josh threw up his arms into a double bicep pose. I could see the firm peaks bulge as he did so. Around me he seemed to love not having any sleeves on. Not that I was complaining, but it did seem a little bit weird. “Hey. Jason’s been asking me about what I’m taking. Do you think you could give him some too?”

“Well… First we need to know some of the side effects. Has anything changed?” I asked as I measured his biceps again. Nearly 21 inches. I went to his chest. But he paused not answering the question. “Josh?”

“Changed? No… Not really,” he answered. There was a bit of unease in his voice that wasn’t ever there.

“Josh,” I said firmly. His body straightened up. “Is there something that I need to know about?”

His face scrunched up as he tried to hold back his answer. “N-nuh-no…”

“Josh.” I placed my hands on my hips. “Is there something different?”

Under his arms started to sweat. He lifted up his hat and wiped his head. “Listen, I’ve got to go…”

“Josh!” I pushed him against the wall. Despite being so large, he went up against the wall. It was almost a bit awkward. I could feel some kind of tension between us as my hand rested on his chest. He could have snapped me in two for doing this to him, yet he didn’t move. “Josh?” I felt his breathing grow uneven. We’d been the same height when the trials started, now he looked down at me. 

“It’s nothing,” he breathed and lightly pushed past me. 

Josh tried to push the door open, but I pushed it closed. “Wait,” I ran my other hand down his thick bicep. It was just a soft touch, using just my fingertips. He seemed to melt. Every bit of of his 250 pounds muscular frame fell against the door, making it impossible for him to open. “Josh..? Is there something you’re not telling me?” I whispered into his ear. 

He let out a long low moan. “Listen buddy. It’s…”

My finger went and twirled around his hard nipple. The back of my nail just brushed around him ever so softly. “Don’t lie to me,” I kept my voice low, yet seductive. “Tell me what’s going on…”

“It’s just…” he let out another moan. “It’s just that stuff. It’s making me so big. And horny. But like not for the girls at the gym anymore. When I took Brit home last time…” another grunt. “I just couldn’t think about her.”

I didn’t let up. “So who do you think about?” The answer was obvious. I just needed to egg it out of him. His low pants and shallow breathing gave him away, but I wanted him to say it. I kiss the side of his neck while running my hands over the massive muscles. I’d been able to feel their strength so many times, yet right now they molded to my hands. 

Josh let out a few more huffs as he tried to think of something to say. Words wouldn’t come out. Each time it was just another huff. “Who do you think about?” I goaded. My hands drifted over his abs down towards his flexible pants. I gripped the band and pushed them down over his waist. 

“No wait!” he tried to grab the pants but they were against the floor. 

But still I did what he said. Only to see him in his jock with his ass completely exposed. Yet it wasn’t the defined glutes that got my attention but the hole between them. It wasn’t nearly as tight and small as it should have been. I laughed and dropped my own pants. I made sure to give him enough time to push away, yet his body seemed to be stuck to the door. My hard cock rubbed up against it and he let out a moan.

“Oh God…” he cried out. His body tried to hold on to something but couldn’t get anything to grab. I pushed a little more. He squirmed under the sensation. I could feel his hard muscles tighten under the pressure. “More…” he begged. I complied and dug deeper inside of him. It didn’t matter how much of a cock was shoved into his jock, he wanted a cock shoved deep inside. Each thrust seemed to send him over but he was a good boi and knew how to wait. I could hear him doing everything in his power to hold back. But eventually the sensation grew too much for me and I released inside him. Each pump filled him up more.

Josh turned around and slid down to the floor. His jock was dripping cum onto the floor below him. “Oh shit. Oh shit… What are the other guys going to think? Damn it. Why did that feel so good. I just can’t help myself…”

He looked upset as he put his hands against his face. “Don’t worry about it,” I got down to his level and spoke with confidence. “You said Jason wanted to try this stuff too. Right? Well, I think I can make a little bit more…” A smile crept onto his face as he knew what I was implying.

JakeLandry

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Pete and Henry had been smoking some weed over the last few hours. They were going through their stash and enjoying every bit of it. But then they’d gotten to a special one. Or at least that’s what the guy behind the counter said. Since they’d been such ‘loyal customers’ he’d told them and had thrown this one in with it. Then said it was something really special but they needed to wait until they were already high for it to really show off its effects. Otherwise it wouldn’t have worked as well. 

“Ready for the big one?” Hank asked as he pulled the last of their stash out of the bag.

“No way dude… We gotta have more,” Pete dug into the bag looking for something else but there wasn’t anything else in there. “Damn… didn’t think the night would be over already.”

“Maybe it’s real good?” Hank offered. He pulled out his lighter and lit up the end of the blunt. It started smoking at the end and he quickly inhaled on it, holding the smoke inside his lungs. Slowly he breathed back out and passed it over to Pete.

“Feel anything?” Pete asked as he did the same.

“Not yet…” Hank complained. But the buzz slowly started to take him over. He let out a couple of uncontrolled laughs and then tried to calm them down. “Maybe a little something…” he smirked. Saying the little bit of something seemed to have triggered something more as he felt it start to distort his mind. “Woah…” His body waved back and forth. “This shits strong… Just takes a bit to get started.”

“Guess so,” Pete agreed as he felt his mind go too. They looked around the kitchen and quickly got some water out of the fridge. Hank saw a bottle of orange juice and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Pete asked.

“I don’t know…” Hank continued laughing. “Just that you got some juice in your fridge. You know it’s just how those guys get so big.”

“What are you talking about? You sound so stupid right now,” Pete said.

“No way dude. That’s why it’s called the juice. Cause it’s juice,” Hank kept laughing.

Pete felt himself laughing too at the repeated word. Even if they’d done weed a lot in the past they’d never felt this high it like this. It was like reality was warping around them “So what yer tellin me is if I drink this juice I’ll be like one of those big dumb horny jocks.”

“Yeah man,” Hank agreed.

A smirk crept on Pete’s face. “Alright man,” he pulled the bottle back and started to take a drink from it. It tasted so good all of a sudden. But then it started to happen. His muscles started to grow. His extra weight started to tighten up into thick corded muscle. He tipped the bottle back even further, letting more of the liquid down into his throat.

“Dude…” Hank stared in awe. His mouth hung slightly open as he watched his friend grow. “It was just supposed to be a stupid joke…” But with each swallow, Pete seemed to gain another few pounds of muscle. His XL shirt started to pull tightly against the firming muscles. Thick biceps filled the top of his arms while his forearms grew to match. He could easily hold the bottle in one hand as his fingers lengthened and thickened to fit around it better.

Two huge pecs pushed out in front of him teasing the tension of the shirt even more. Trap appeared on his shoulders, raising the shirt to show off his solid adonis belt and bottom two abs. But he didn’t stop growing. With the widening of his shoulders and the growing size of his arms it was impossible for the fabric to hold together. Small tears started to form. They quickly doubled in size filling the room with a loud continuous ripping sound as more and more of the fabric tore apart. They couldn’t contain the massive amount of man underneath it. 

“Damn,” Pete took a breath after finishing off the bottle of orange juice. His voice was deeper and the caydence gave off a more confident sound. Even if he did speak a bit slower. “Shit, that really hit the spot.”

“Dude! You’re fucking huge!” Hank admired.

“Yeah?” Pete looked down at his shirtless body and ran his large hand over the smooth muscles. “Guess so… And so fucking horny…” He pulled out his dick and started playing with it. The long thick rod had doubled in size and even with the added size to his hand it was hard to use just one. 

“Dude!” Hank turned away.

“What? It turning you on too much?”

“No!” Hank didn’t know why it felt like it was a lie. Then again maybe it’s because his own was starting to get hard. He could feel it in his jeans as it ran down his leg.

“You’re such a little bitch. Just get over here. I know you want it…” Pete turned to the side and slid his hand slowly down the long shaft.

Hank shook his head. He couldn’t get the dick out of his mind. “What’s going on?” he questioned but the thought stayed.

“C’mon you little bitch,” Pete demanded. His tone was more serious. “I know you love the feeling of my cock inside you. You get so horny when I’m around you. All you can think about is me fucking you.”

The commands started to become true. Hank could feel his mind warping to them. The longer he stared at Pete’s muscular body the more he wanted the other man’s cock inside him. He could feel his hands starting to please himself. “What’s going…” but Hank was already on his knees with Pete’s massive cock in his face.

“Go on. All of it,” he commanded. “I know you can take it.” 

Hank opened his mouth with and felt the giant rod push inside him. He could feel it fill his mouth and then press up against the back of his throat. No longer did he have a gag reflex as it pushed even deeper inside him. Hank looked up to Pete for some kind of support but could only see the massive pectoral shelf above him.

However, one of Pete’s hands gripped the back of Hank’s head, slowly goading him into more. Hank could feel himself playing with Pete’s cock as though he was a master. And based off the deep primal grunts and groans coming from the man, he might as well have been one. He loved hearing the uncontrolled sounds coming from the other man as he tried his best not to cum. 

Then all at once he felt it. The hot fluid hit him in the back of the throat and he quickly swallowed. It didn’t seem to matter how much was shot into him, Hank greedily swallowed it. “Woah man…” Pete said as he back off. His cock softened but it was still dangling far down his legs. “That’s some pretty good shit…”

JakeLandry

Hey, I know I'm a bit new to forums but if you like what I do and would like to see more, I wrote a book on amazon it's a sequel to the first, Running Interference [Link]. So if you haven't seen that one it might be good to start there for some reality altering and muscle growth fun using a Chronivac.

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Running Interference Book 02 [Link]

Synopsis: Brady is starting to get curious about what is actually on that tablet. Maybe it's Scott's persistence is getting to him, Teddy using it so often or jealousy that Will knows something that he doesn't but he is wanting to look more into it.

16,000 words

Plenty of reality changes, muscle growth and sex in the seven chapters. 

 

Want to also give a big thank you to Hugh Michelsen and MuscleAce for helping me edit. I know there would have been about a million more mistakes if they hadn't looked it over. Make sure to send some love Hugh's way by reading some of his books too. 😆 [Link to Hugh's amazon page]

JakeLandry

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“Dude, don’t fucking waste your money on that shit. You’re gonna spend your money then probably never play it again,” Daniel rolled his eyes.

“You don’t know that,” Matt defended his position. He’d recently found a game that for some reason he couldn’t really put down. There wasn’t too much to it, but for some reason it was the theme that had drawn him in. ‘Help the loser become a jock.’ Maybe it was because he always felt a bit like a loser. Maybe he was just a little bit interested in becoming more of a jock. But he still found himself going back to the game over and over, putting the character through workouts and then watching the character’s muscles start to grow.

It’d been pretty slow at first. Just small gains to where the character could barely lift any more. As the game went on, he had to start balancing schedules, getting in his workouts and making sure that his character ate right. Plenty of small side quests were there too. Each one revolving around helping the other jocks and learning how to play sports. 

Most people would have said the game was a waste of time. That he should just go out and try working out right by himself, as it would have been far more productive than spending his time in front of the TV. But all that was hard work. And he didn’t want to do it. Instead he could just let the game decide what had to be done and still feel the light accomplishment that came with it. However, he’d spent far more time in the game than he even cared to admit. He’d maxed out every stat and made his character the strongest it could possibly be. Matt still wanted more. And now there was this ‘expansion pack.’

The only thing holding him back was how little information the pack actually had. It was something Daniel had always warned against, ‘Don’t preorder a game. You don’t know what you’re going to get.’ Matt understood the principle but he’d spent so much time in this one, he almost felt like he owed it to the developers. The game had been fun and the pass wasn’t too expensive.

“Just put something else in,” Daniel rolled his eyes as he got up from his chair. He went over to the bathroom. 

‘Fuck him,’ Matt growled. ‘It’s my money. I’ll buy what I want.’ He downloaded the expansion pass. A download screen popped up on his screen. “Wait a second. I didn’t want to download it yet,” he tried clicking out of the screen. Suddenly the realization that Daniel would be back any second shot through his mind. But the cancellation button wasn’t working. He didn’t feel like getting an earful on him wasting his money on something so stupid. 

The download bar kept going. “Why won’t it stop…” he groaned. But then looked down at his hands. “Wait a second…” he stepped leaned back in his chair and his hands holding the controller. Were they bigger? The thought passed through his mind but he kept staring. They were. 

More muscle seemed to start packing into his fingers and hands. They quickly thickened and widened. Instead of the dainty long finger he had, these were thick and built for lifting heavy weights. But the growth didn’t stop there. It ran up through his forearms and biceps. He could feel the sleeves of his shirt starting to strain against the new growth. 

“What’s going on?” he whined as his shirt tightened even more against his growing frame. Thick juicy pecs pushed out in front of him. They were so thick it was impossible to look straight down. His shirt pulled up from his stomach revealing the six blocky abs. Even if there was a bit of weight on top of them, they could still easily be seen.

His shirt tightened even more. He groaned at the discomfort. Slowly the seams started to burst as more and more mass was added to his frame. He twisted and flexed trying to gain some sort of comfort but none came. Until he heard the first rip, that is. Then a second. The shirt strained against his massive body. It couldn’t contain the growing power inside him. He heard a third. Then took the initiative and tore the rest of the fabric from his body, tossing the rag to the side.

“Shit…” he huffed. He looked down at his body seeing the same thing happen to the rest of him. Thick juicy muscles filled his frame. His socks looked like they were just barely holding on. A pop up appeared on his TV. ‘Thank you for purchasing our expansion pass. Based on how much you play and enjoy our game will provide quite a few benefits. We hope you continue playing and supporting us while we create as much content for you to enjoy.’

Matt looked down at his body again. “Shit,” a smile quickly crossed his face as he felt more comfortable in his own skin. The new size and strength filled him up.

“Dude, can you please put a shirt on?” Daniel said as he entered the room again. “I don’t want to smell your sweat all night. K?”

JakeLandry

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"Still single?” Donny mocked his girlfriend’s brother as they came over for their Valentine’s dinner. It was a strange tradition that they did, but Donny didn’t care. Alice was usually so amped up afterwards because he was able to charm her parents so much that he knew the couple of hours with the family would be worth it. Not to mention, not having to find a dinner reservation or pay some ungodly amount on a dinner that just waiting 24 hours would be exactly the same. 

“Leave him alone,” Alice scolded Donny. “Unless you aren’t as excited about tonight as I am…” she placed a delicate finger underneath his chin, taunting his face with a kiss as her red lips were just mere inches away from his. “Huh?”

“Oh, I’m ready,” he smirked. Though, that was the only bit he still liked about the relationship. Otherwise he had completely checked out long ago. Always looking for a way out but never confident enough to actually make one. She was hot. He knew it. They started dating in high school and through college. But he’d not really felt much there after a while. It just was a relationship he was too afraid to get out of.

That’s why a cupid had been assigned to their case. There should have still been something there, and he was meant to find it out. Even if Donny’s physique had been fading since he’d graduated college, there shouldn’t have been as much of a discrepancy with how close he was able to get with his girlfriend. It was just all of a sudden they just weren’t interested in each other any more. 

He’d started going to the gym again to get that body back, but didn’t work out hard enough, nor keep his diet well enough to actually lose the bit of  weight he’d started to gain. The cupid decided to speed his progress up. To him it was obvious that the guy just needed a bit of a push and then he’d be back to his old self and move things along with Alice. The cupid loaded up an arrow of desire. Two arrows would be fired. Once it would hit the two targets, the one target would then change to the desired form of the other target. 

The cupid loaded up his arrows and fired. But Alice moved out of the way sooner than he expected. “Oh shit,” the cupid cursed.

Donny and Ryan seemed to look in the same direction and empty space that the sound came from as the arrows plunged into them. Both felt the sudden puncture but didn’t know what hit them. “The fuck?” Donny questioned, rubbing the tender spot the arrow hit.

Ryan was doing the same. He looked over at Donny. “You feel that?”

“Yeah?” Donny looked at him. Suddenly a bit differently. He didn’t know what it was about the guy but something was different. He rubbed his head feeling the thoughts starting to add up. 

“You feeling alright?” Ryan stood up from the couch and looked him over. Donny seemed to have grown a bit taller. He knew the former jock was a bit taller than him but this was ridiculous.

“Yeah,” Donny lied. The headache hadn’t left yet. Nor the pain in the spot. But then there was an overall tiredness that he suddenly felt. One that he’d only ever felt after extreme workouts. His legs suddenly felt like jelly and his arms felt weak. But at the same time they were starting to pump up with more and more muscle. The dress up shirt he was wearing stretched over the growing muscle. 

He could feel it tightening to his body as more and more mass was added onto him. His bones lengthened, making him far taller and it took his clothes a few seconds to be able to catch up. The fabric tightened around his body, and he naturally tested its strength. Each second more weight was added to him, but none of it was fat. That seemed to disappear and cling tightly to his body. Even without undoing his shirt he could feel the six bumps of abs starting to form underneath it.

Ryan and Donny looked at each other for a few seconds. It allowed the dark hair to cover his chin and mouth. “You’re huge…” Ryan uttered in disbelief.

An uncomfortable chuckle escaped Donny. Hearing the average sized guy look up to him with such awe and admiration sent a new, unknown feeling through his body. “Thanks,” he smiled unsure what else to do. His massive hand rounded his neck and rubbed it. 

A pinch to his butt brought him back down to reality. “Ready to eat, big guy?” Alice leaned her weight against his muscular body. Her hands were far more touchy feely as she ran them up his clothed body. She pressed more of her weight onto him, but with how strong he was it barely felt like anything. 

“Uhh… Yeah,” Donny replied. He suddenly felt even worse. Seeing Ryan’s jealous face seemed to do something to him.

“Good, cause dinner’s ready,” she said. “And then I’ll make sure to get you some extra treat afterwards.” Her hand rubbed over his hard on and she smiled. However, unknown to the three of them, it was meant for Ryan. 

JakeLandry

Big Enough?

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“Don’t you think you’re big enough?” Alex asked his roommate. He couldn’t believe just how much that stuff had actually been working. The infomercial seemed to be way too good to be true, but Brad still bought like three cases of the stuff.

“Ehh… I don’t think so,” Brad replied. It didn’t matter that his head was scraping across the 7 foot ceilings or the fact that he had to buy specially made clothes to wear that he was about to outgrow again, none of that seemed to bother him. If anything, it encouraged him. 

“But look at you!” Alex felt like he was going crazy. Just a few weeks ago the two had been about the same height and weight. But now? It wasn’t even comparable. Brad just towered over him and he didn’t even know if he could fathom just how much the muscular giant could have weighed. He guessed at least double but was almost wondering if it was triple and feared it might have been close to quadruple. 

“Yeah, look at me. I can get so much bigger,” he pulled out another container. The bottle was so small in his hands. “Try it.”

Alex felt his hand reaching out for it. “Really?”

“Really,” there was something behind his smile. Alex could see it but didn’t know what the secret was.

“But you said I wasn’t allowed to have any…”

“I know,” Brad said. “But I figured out how to make more. See they use a bit of magic and I was able to figure out what all goes into it. So I won’t be running out any time soon. I just need you to drink it.” He tilted his hand, offering the bottle again.

Alex grabbed it. He stared at it suspiciously. One of Brad’s fingers pushed from the bottom of the bottle, leading it to his mouth. “Drink it,” he ordered. There was still a smile on his face but the friendliness was starting to fade from his words. However, Alex still obeyed. He tipped the bottle back and felt the liquid seep down into his stomach. Once it hit his tongue he couldn’t stop drinking until it was all gone.

“Good?” Brad asked.

“Surprisingly so,” Alex confirmed. He looked down at his body. “So when does the growth happen?”

“Growth?” Brad laughed. “That’s not to make you grow. It’s to make me grow.”

“Wha--” Alex cut himself off as he saw the weight on his body start to disappear. Even if he hadn’t been working out as much as he did in his early 20's he had a bit of a muscular physique. Nothing that a real athlete would care about but enough that he looked like he could play soccer on the weekends with his friends. But all that weight was rapidly starting to disappear. Both the muscle and the fat. 

“What’s going on?” Alex squeaked. It was a bit higher and more nasally as he said it. He reached up at Brad but that distance seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. He tilted his head back even further than before and couldn’t see over the thick pecs on the other man. Looking over his thin and scrawny arms he didn’t know what to think. There was always a bit of muscle and fat on them, but now it was almost like he was pure skin and bones. The shirt he was wearing draped on one side and his shorts threatened to fall down to his ankles. He could feel the massive amount of space in his shoes as he too a step back, almost losing one.

Brad let out a laugh. “Well I guess it’s a bit of a lie to say that one specifically is for me. See, I figured out that they use other people’s muscles to make this shit. They get them to work out real hard and then the person drinks this and loses most of it. It’s packaged and shipped out. But it’s really diluted. So I need your help. We’re going to the gym today and I’ll give you back to get some real big guys to drain.”

“But don’t you want to grow using my muscles?” Alex asked. He suddenly felt really jealous of someone else helping Brad grow. Seeing Brad’s massive body was different. He liked it. He wanted to run his hands over the thick muscular build and then watch it grow even more. 

“Forgot I added that part," Brad smirked. "Don’t worry big guy,” he placed his massive hand on top of Alex’s head. “You doing this is going to make me grow a lot. I just need you as a demonstration and then I’ll be able to get really big!” 

JakeLandry

The Big Bet

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“C’mon man,” Jerome laughed. “There’s no fucking way you knew the Cheifs were going to win. Did you use some of that magic on them too?”

“You’re not going to be a sore loser now are you? If I remember right, 15 minutes ago you couldn’t shut up about all the shit you were going to make me do,” Adrian crossed his arms. “Besides, you agreed to the bet, so you better be ready to pay up.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I know,” Jerome dismissed. He wasn’t about to get a lecture about not owning up to his part of the bargain. If anything, he was more surprised that someone like Adrian would even want to make a bet. Especially about football. The guy usually had his face in some stupid comic book from Japan, instead of watching anything sports related. Adrian said he’d only made the bet because he didn’t like how much Jerome had been bragging about the 49ers. But to bet something like, you have to do everything the other person says for 24 hours seemed a bit too much to put into the pot. Then again, Jerome wasn’t about to let it go. “What do you want me to do?” 

“First? I want you to turn your fat into muscle, until you have about 8-10% BMI.”

“The fuck?” Jerome felt a bit insulted. Sure, he’d started gaining a bit of weight after he’d graduated college, but he never wanted to say it was that bad. Maybe about 50 pounds throughout his body. Over the last couple of years he had to get a whole new set of pants and shirts but to call him out like that, that wasn’t right.

Adrian didn’t respond. He just has a devious smile on his face. He seemed to have purposefully waited until everyone else had left the party before he decided to take up the reward from the bet. Jerome started to understand why. The confusion and insult he felt changed to something a bit more awkward. His heart started racing. Veins all around his body protruded from his arms. He could see the blood pumping.

“The… Fuck..?” he questioned again as the fat was pulsing on his body. It was slowly starting to pull in towards his core while dense muscle replaced what had been there. He could feel the power coming back to him. But it was far more than he’d ever had even when he was growing up. High school sports had given him a pretty good frame, but a desk job had taken a lot of it away. Now he could feel that again. But he was even bigger. About 50 pounds bigger. “Holy shit! You can do that?!”

Adrian let out a smile. “I mean yeah. It was magic that we shook under. You agreed that I could do almost anything.”

“Yeah, as long as it ain’t gay,” Jerome added. Though, he was more busy flexing the dense muscles in his body. He loved watching the flex make them grow ever so slightly then return to their original shape. Even though his shirt had become baggy from the loss of size the change from fat to fit had given him, he could still see the outline of them through his body.

“Right,” Adrian said. “When we’re alone, you talk to me like a dumb jock.”

“Bruh,” Jerome had lifted up his shirt revealing the six defined abs underneath it. Each little curve was so much more solid than he’d ever had even when he was working out all the time. He could run his fingers over each one. “I’ll do whatever the fuck ya want.”

Adrian let out a smile. “Right. You’re wearing your high school football gear but it fits you.” The hoodie with the 49er’s logo on it quickly changed to animal mascot they had from high school. The baggy shirt’s sleeves pulled up his arms revealing the muscles in his arms. The loose nature of the jersey held over his body. Then pads appeared on his shoulders, a helmet on his head and gloves on his hands. He felt his jeans tighten into the same stretchy spandex they would wear to play.

“C’mon bruh. Even the fuckin jock? Can’t I just wear my underwear?” 

“Nah,” Adrian smirked at the thought of the jock in just his jock. But he was wanting to start to test out the limits of what the spell was capable of doing. “Touching your body is incredibly erotic to you.”

“Wut? Bruh... Really? Ya gotta be shittin me. That sounds rilly fuckin gay,” Jerome responded.

“Touch yourself.”

Jerome felt his body comply as he ran his gloved hands over his body again. It was the same motions he’d been doing before but now felt so different. “The fuck?” he grunted out. The jock around his dick tightened as the small fabric cupped it better. The sensation was erotic. He was just imaging what it'd be like if a girl was touching him instead. Feeling her soft fingers run up and down his powerful arms. Those fingers would run over his shoulders and then across his chest, twirling around his nipples. The feeling shot through his body as his dick throbbed. 

“Masturbate.”

“BRUH! REALLY!?” Jerome belted out but his hands were going down between his legs. “That’s gotta be fuckin gay!”

“Only gay guys masturbate?” Adrian smirked. Seeing Jerome undo the spandex pants and pull them around his legs was getting him going. He’d already started easing at his own boner. Feeling it up and down. 

“Nu-oh,” Jerome grunted as his long dick was freed. The massive member was too big for one hand but that’s all he seemed to want to use. “It ain’t but… Fuck…” 

“Now that one is gay,” Adrian mocked. "I can't ask you for that... No matter how much I want it..."

But Jerome wasn’t listening anymore as his hand caressed his dick. The feeling was more than he was used to. Normal masturbation was hard enough to think through, now the act of touching his body was also erotic. Even through the gloved hand the sensation shot through his body. His knees went weak and torso curved backwards. He pointed his head towards the ceiling belting out all sorts of loud moans and groans.

Each one had the same dumb jocky cadence, Adrian had asked for. He was getting lost in the motion as well. Seeing the well endowed jock in front of him was something he’d always thought about. Something he’d always wanted to experience but never really had the chance. And now there it was. He was lost in thought. Following the same strokes that his friend was. Watching the large hand making long strokes up and down his cock. 

“F-f-frick,” Adrian grunted as he made a mess in his pants. 

Jerome seemed to have done the same, staining the carpeted floor in front of him. “Happy now?” he asked. 

JakeLandry

The Jock

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“Good job at practice today,” Coach Reynolds told Cody. The young athlete tried to dip away, but his coach got a firm grip on his sweaty shoulder. “Don’t be so bashful big guy!” he added a bit of a shake pulling the other guy into a hug. Sweat dripping from his uniform dripped through and helped stain some of coach’s polo. For a second he held Cody in close getting a heavy taste of the young athlete’s musk. It was like nothing he’d really ever smelt before.

Then again Cody would always try to leave practice before getting too sweaty. He seemed to be overly cautious whenever he would work one up. It was worst during games, as he would push himself away from everyone else and make some of the plays a bit harder to produce. But when he did get worked up, it was like the rest of the team did with him. They seemed to be able to run faster and play harder than any other time. But it seemed to correlate with the number of times the guys seemed to have to say, ‘no homo’ after touching the other guys in weird places or saying something inappropriate. But Cody would still keep his distance as much as he could. 

“Thanks coach,” he was doing the same as he made sure to have pushed himself arm’s distance away. 

Coach Reynolds felt the distance and did his best to accommodate the more reclusive player. Even though he felt the urge to pull the young man into another hug, he knew he needed to respect his boundaries. “Right,” he confirmed. “Well good hustle. Keep it up.”

However, even as Coach Reynolds walked back to his office, the thought of Cody out of his mind. He knew the athlete was a bit private, but no one on the team seemed to have thought that he had a girlfriend. Hell, Coach would have almost been happy if he had a boyfriend. There was no reason a man as handsome as him, should have felt a bit lonely. His firm athletic body was something most guys would die for. And it’s not like Coach didn’t see people approach him, but Cody still seemed to be alone. He pushed them away and tried to stay alone.

“If I’d had a body like that,” Coach found himself fantasizing for a second as Cody completely undressed himself and headed for the shower. The second he saw the long dick, he was brought back to reality. “The hell’s wrong with you old man?” he scolded himself for looking at another guy. Coach Reynolds was straight. Always had been. But something about Cody seemed to draw him closer than he ever wanted to be with another man.

There was still something in the air that seemed to be calling him to keep looking. Something that was telling him it was alright, as he pawed at his boner, trying to get it to go down. Before he knew it he was already walking back over to where Cody had left his clothes. That something was calling him back. He knew he shouldn’t. The students lockers were meant to be private. Coach couldn't help himself.

He opened up Cody’s locker and was welcomed with that distinct smell. “Jeezus!” he felt like he should have been repulsed but his body only leaned further in. The musky smell of someone who’d just finished working out filled his lungs. He knew it all too well working in the college and being in the locker room, but never had it felt so good to be so close to. His hands flexed as he tried to tell himself not to do anymore. To just turn around and walk away.

Coach couldn’t find it in him to do so. He reached down and grabbed the underwear of his prized athlete and pushed it into his face. The soft sweaty fabric rubbed against his face. Its smell only pushed deeper into him. He let the smell ruminate on his face as sweat seeped onto his face and into his graying beard. But now it wasn't so gray. That gray was starting to turn back into the dirty blond it had been in his youth. Coach Reynolds took another heavy breath, feeling the wave of warmth wash over him. The feeling permeated every muscle in his body. Each one seemed to be a breath of fresh air. It didn't matter how much it smelled like Cody's dirty sweat, he felt better than he had in years. His body felt stronger. Brimming with youth again. The muscle fibers growing younger with each additional sniff. He felt like he'd been working out, without breaks for God know how long.

Not that Coach had ever taken too much time off in his workouts, but there was a noticeable decline when he was past his forties. And  that was nearly ten years ago. All that was starting to reverse. The years on his body were starting to roll back. The extra fat he’d garnered from just growing older and a slowing metabolism started to tighten against his muscles again. Though he wasn’t getting any smaller. Those thick arms and chest stayed about the same size as the fat around his waist pulled closer and closer to his being tucked under his chest.

He could feel the strength in his body and gave it a hard flex. It felt so good. His hands started to roll over the hard developed muscle. Each one, with the tiniest of flexes, felt hard and solid. He grinned at the thought of the heavy muscle tied tightly to his body. A hand found its way under his pecs and then a finger gently rotated around his nipple, sending a wave of joy through his body. He grunted and fell against the locker in front of him. 

“So big. So strong,” he moaned at the idea of his perfect muscular body. Each muscle bulged and was easily filled with power. Clothes fit tightly against them. Too tightly. He flexed again. A rip echoed off the lockers and concrete floor. Another flex. His clothes had holes in them. Perfect for breathing but not good for public. Another flex. They couldn’t hold against his heavy frame. The fabric tore from his body and fell to the ground around him. “So big. So strong,” he continued.

“Coach Reynolds?” Cody stared at him horrified. 

The now young athlete jumped back still holding the underwear. But realized something was off. “Coach? You can just call me Bobby dude. Maybe one day though,” he laughed. “Sorry bout the underwear. You can have it back.” He tossed it in Cody’s direction then went to look for his own clothes. 

JakeLandry

Joy Ride

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“What?” Austin pretended that he didn’t know why his roommate might have been mad at him.

“You know what,” Brad stated. A week ago, one of his friends had sent him a crazy message telling him to download this crazy new app. He did so and was surprised just how amazing it actually was. He could change anything and everything he could ever want to. Of course the first thing was getting out of the small shitty apartment he shared with Austin and into a large house the two of them could share. He made sure to give himself some new clothes, car and body that was perfect for showing off. Of course he gave a couple of things to his roommate as well, but seeing how greedy he was being, Brad had cut him off.

“‘Friad not,” Austin shrugged his shoulders and went back to playing his game.

“Oh?” Brad typed into his device, ‘Austing and I are outside, looking at my car.’ Instantly the two were teleported outside with the shiny black car parked out front. It was far more than he would have been able to afford before but with a few sentences, reality had warped it to be his. “Mind explaining this?” he pointed to a heavy amount of dirt sprayed across the drivers side of the doors.

Austin’s shoulders pushed out in front of him as though he was clearly annoyed that Brad would even dare ask him a question like that. “Nope, don’t know anything about it.”

Brad knew it was a lie. He’d made sure not to take the car anywhere that could have messed it up like that. And even if he did, he would have just made it clean again using the device. “So you haven’t been driving my car?”

“Nope.”

“You haven’t been showing it off as though it’s yours?”

“Nope.”

“Okay,” Brad bobbed his head, angry Austin was lying to him. He pulled out his device and watch Austin’s disassociated attitude lean into one that was more interested. Austin knew all about the device. Even if he didn’t know what had been changed he knew it could be. Brad had let him be rather big and muscular for a couple of days, until he got too annoying about it. He let out a bit of a gulp. “So, if I type in something that would affect the person who’s been driving my car, it won’t affect you?”

“N-nope,” Austin felt his throat tighten even more. Though the light bit of sweat starting to pool around his brow and under his arms was starting to show. His confidence wavered but he wasn’t about to admit that he’d done anything wrong. 

“Okay,” Brad repeated with a bit of a devious smile. He turned his attention to his phone and started typing. ‘Whoever has been driving my car, besides me, will gain 1 pound of muscle for every mile that they have driven.’ “You have anything to say?” he gave Austin one last shot.

“No-nope.”

Brad hit enter and watched the magic come out of his device and wrap around his friend. He obviously knew it was Austin. Instantly Austin’s heart started to race. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, pumping oxygen into each and every one of his muscles. The feeling was too much and too rapid. He leaned over and tried to get a hold of something. 

It didn’t do much other than help support him as his muscles started to grow. The average build was rapidly bulking up. Thick bloated muscles grew onto his bones. They rounded out and pushed harder against his clothes. The shirt he was wearing couldn’t contain the sudden growing. 

His arms past 16 inches, then 18 then 20 solid inches and still getting bigger. The sleeves of his shirt had rounded around his shoulders, trying to stay on his body but they were growing too wide. Small tears started at the seams but rapidly stretched out as the thick muscular lats worked from beneath his arms. Austin let out a low growl feeling the tightness overwhelm his body. The shirt couldn’t contain his massive bulk. Especially as the two heavy pecs pushed out in front of him. Finally it tore to shreds and landed around his feet. 

It took Austin a good few seconds to realize everything that had happened. Even though he was still standing in the driveway his whole outlook felt a little bit different. Brad had been using his phone again. “At least I’m still wearing pants…” he vocalized.

“For now,” Brad grinned. “Now clean up the mess you made to my car.”

Austin looked around. “What? But I don’t have anything to clean with.”

Brad picked up the remains of his shirt. “I think this’ll do,” then dropped it back down on the ground. “Get to work,” he gave Austin a firm slap to his muscular ass and went back inside. Austin struggled to get his overly bloated muscles to bend easily without splitting his jeans. Each movement he felt like he could hear the seams starting to burst. He’d been driving that car all week, raking in nearly 200 miles. The problem was he still wanted to drive it, but now he didn’t even know if he could fit. 

 

JakeLandry

Just trying to get back into drawing. Really wish I had a scanner but hopefully pictures taken with my phone aren't too bad. Nor do I really know where to post them. 😅😅

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JakeLandry

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“What’s up buttercup?”

The question sent Hunter for a loop. Someone had reported someone smoking right outside the gym and the personal trainer was asked to take care of it. It didn’t matter if it was outside, people tended not to like smoking anywhere near the gym. And Hunter was apparently the guy to take care of it. He’d always been the most confrontational out of all the male personal trainers, so he was the one to take care of it. At 6’3” and 240 pounds not many people ever talked back to him.

As he stood in front of the guy, he couldn’t help but feel like he looked somewhat familiar. Though that couldn’t have been possible. The guy he was thinking of wasn’t nearly as big, nor as masculine looking. The soft stubble rounding this man’s strong jaw and his piercing eyes made it impossible to be who he thought it was. Not to mention the 100 extra pounds of muscle he was walking around with. ‘Maybe a relative,’ he wondered.

“Lost in thought?” the man chuckled. The depth in his voice seemed to have hit a chord with Hunter as he realized where he was again. The smoke coming out of the cigar had drifted into his nose and he breathed out trying to keep his lungs ‘pure.’

“No,” he shook his head as a weird dizzy spell seemed to have washed over him. It was hard to concentrate. “I’m going to have to ask you to put that out. Or at least go somewhere else.”

“Nah,” the guy shrugged his heavy shoulders. His shirt raised ever so slightly showing off the hairy abs underneath. Despite possibly being in his late forties he still looked far closer to a fit man in his thirties and had the strong definition of a man even younger. Only the slight white and gray in his beard gave it away.

“Nah?” Hunter felt the smoke surrounding him. He was rapidly losing the battle. More so because it started to smell nice. It smelt familiar. “No, I’m here to ask you to move. You need to take that somewhere else.”

“What’s a little guy like you gonna do about it?” he chuckled.

‘Little?!’ Anger brought him out of that spell just for a second. He approached the other guy but with each step he seemed to lose an inch of height and 10 more pounds. With each step he could feel something a bit different, just didn’t know what it was. His firm body he’d been crafting over the years was rapidly losing its definition. Muscles weakened and thinned out. His head tilted back slightly as the straps of his sleeveless shirt dipped around his arms. 

But through his anger he didn’t notice a thing. His small hands gripped the other man by the collar. “Who are you calling little?” he threatened.

“You,” the guy laughed, “Big guy.” 

Hunter looked down at his weak body. “Wha…” he stared at his thin hands and even thinner muscles. The sleeveless shirt had been wrapped tightly across his chest was dripping down his scrawny shoulders. It looked more like a dress than a shirt. That’s when his shorts fell. “The heck?!” he squeaked. Even his voice was higher as he looked around. Suddenly the world was so big. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them around his waist again. The thin waist with abs had turned into one even thinner without them. 

“It’s alright big guy,” the other man lowered himself to the same height as Hunter. Their faces were just mere inches apart. “I know what it’s like to be small. I know what it’s like to be weak. But I’ll make strong.”

The way the guy said it sparked a memory in Hunter. “S-s-sam?” he questioned as he looked at the massive guy again. “When’d you get so hot?!” that wasn’t the question he meant to ask. That wasn’t even close to it! But he was too distracted by the man crammed into his t-shirt and jeans. Every part of Sam that could press the fabric to the limit did. Hunter could easily make out each strong muscle the other man had like he was almost naked. And then an even bigger part that held between his legs.

But Sam just chuckled. He put the end of the cigar out against the wall then stomped on its butt with his steel toed boot. “Don’t worry about it bud. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about that…”

Hunter found his body swooped up under the other man’s arm as he was led back into the gym. Sam’s speed seemed to have increased as well. Or maybe in the daze, his had slowed. But each time he looked at those jeans crammed packed with muscle he felt everything slow down.

“Thata boi,” Sam gave him a hearty slap to the back.

JakeLandry

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For AGYMSE's chroniweek (https://muscle-growth.org/blogs/entry/727-chroniweek/)

 

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What’d you do to me?!’ 

“It worked?” Jeff reread the text message a few more times. He’d just downloaded something called the Chronivac and decided to give it a test run. Having no idea what to type, he just thought of one of the most absurd things that he could think of, ‘Zack Tipton likes to do what I tell him.’ It was just a dumb joke that he’d always kind of wanted to take seriously. After all the years of bullying in high school, he had quite a few fantasies about being able to control the jerky jock. 

‘Tell me what you did,’ another text message appeared on his phone again. ‘Tell me how I have your stupid fucking number in my phone and why I feel like I’m thinking about you right now! Don’t make me beat it out of you!’

‘Send me a pic of yourself.’ Jeff felt like he was testing the limits but he wanted to see if it would actually work. It did. Zack had taken a picture of himself and sent it to Jeff. He was in a locker room, obviously just finished working out. He’d stayed in pretty good shape despite not continuing into college. 

Zack had always been in shape. He snapped a pic and showed off his trim sweaty build. His trim waist and lithe muscles made him easy to spot on any field. Though his sport of choice was soccer. He loved keeping his lean form and running around with the other guys. He’d used the gym more to keep himself active than to actually grow. But even though he wasn’t a 300 pound giant, that didn’t mean he couldn’t easily pick on Jeff.

‘Why’d I do that?’ Zack texted again. ‘What’s going on?’

Jeff ignored it and went back to the Chronivac. He couldn’t believe what had happened. Thoughts ran through his mind even more. And with each addition text message Zack sent him, Jeff felt a rush of delight. ‘Zack will gain 30 pounds of muscle in the next 30 seconds.’

Jeff stared at the clock. Those 30 seconds felt so much longer than any before. But he waited. Then waited another 10, which were immediately followed by a text from Zack. ‘What the fuck was that!? What’d happened to me! Did you do something?’ 

Even just through text, Zack sounded panicked. His leaner 170 pound frame must have bulked up so much. ‘Send a picture,’ Jeff typed. As soon as it changed from sent to read, he saw the picture starting to load on his phone. “Shit…” he cursed to himself. His free hand drifted between his legs as he looked at the picture.

“No way…” Jeff pawed at his crotch. Zack had indeed grown 30 pounds of muscle on top of what he had. The lean fit physique had bulked up to something far more professional. His arms were filling out while his chest pushed hard against the sleeveless shirt he was wearing. At 200 pounds every part of him bulged and looked defined instead of just being a bit more of an average physique.

“So big…” Jeff was nearly salivating at the idea. He had so much control and could make Zack even bigger. ‘I’m going to do it again. Take off your shirt and shorts. Then start filming. Send the video to me when you’re done.’

A series of texts begging for him to not do it flooded Jeff’s phone. He didn’t care. There were plenty of times when Jeff had told him to stop and didn’t. Why should this be any different? ‘Zack will gain another 30 pounds of muscle over the next 30 seconds.’ However before he hit enter, another idea popped into his mind. ‘He’s views growing bigger in as highly sexual.’

Jeff grinned at the idea he’d had. He’d found it hard not to touch himself, but he wanted to save it for the video. This 30 seconds felt even longer than the last. He was just so excited to see what was going to happen. To see Zack get even bigger. Fuck; just to see him shirtless!

His phone dinged for a new message and it was the video. He clicked it instantly and started watching it. “Fuck,” he groaned seeing the defined muscles on his bully. Then the growth started. He felt his dick throb with anticipation. Seeing Zack’s already large defined muscles start to grow even more was wilder than he thought. They pulsed. Each time pulling in ever so slightly then growing larger. Broader. Fuller. He could see the veins transporting heavy amounts of blood and oxygen to keep up.

Zack’s breathing became labored with each addition pulse of his body. But they just kept growing. The thick biceps rounded even further. His wide shoulders pushed out further from his sides. His chest looked heavy and bloated but his waist remained trimmed to fit a 30 inch waist while the six solid bumps in front of him only grew darker shadows. The growth continued down to his widening thighs. Each of those quads showed through his skin then bumped up against the ones in his other legs. 

But what pleased Jeff most of all was the hard dick straining in Zack’s underwear as he tried to be upset with growing to the size of a bodybuilder. The huge inflated muscles would be a bit to handle but he clearly enjoyed feeling their size and strength. Whatever plateau he had reached on his own was now probably going to be a light warm up. 

‘Come to my place,’ Jeff texted. ‘I have a few more ideas I’d like to try out.’

JakeLandry

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Gabe didn’t know why he went to the New Years party. After he’d broken up with his girlfriend he felt like nothing in the world was really going for him. If anything he just wanted to sit around at home and sulk on the holiday instead of spending it out with his friends. It’s more that they all seemed to be couples while he would be there alone. 

Even as midnight was coming closer and closer, he could see them starting to split off with each other. Their larger groups kept getting smaller and smaller until it was just the couples. Gabe took his leave to the kitchen and grabbed himself another drink. The beer was for the party, but the liquor was in clear view. “Don’t mind if I do…” he muttered to himself as he poured himself a couple of shots of whiskey into his plastic cup. 

“Having fun?” Brayden asked as he stood in the doorway. He was the only other single person there. 

“I guess,” Gabe shrugged. “Guess it’s better than being at home. But didn’t realize how awkward I’d feel either…”

“Cause everyone’s paired off? Well I’m alone too,” Brayden smiled. He was being a bit coy about it. 

Gabe let out a laugh. “Not really my type,” he said. “Need a bit more in the chest.” He motioned at his pecs pretending they were boobs.

“Oh? Is that all?” Brayden joked back.

“Let’s just say, it’s a bit of a start,” maybe it was the alcohol but Gabe found himself joking with Brayden a bit more than he normally would. He’d always known the guy had a crush on him. Then again, Gabe figured that about most everyone. He was a handsome guy. When he’d hit his growth spurt in high school, it allowed him to really pack on the muscle. Girls all over the school would ask him out and he’d normally just use them for practice. He’d gotten a bit of a big head about it, but when his last girlfriend broke up with him it was different.

She was the one who stopped the relationship. It was the first time he’d taken it seriously and she was just using him. It hurt. And now he was a bit conflicted about it. Gabe shook his head trying to get back down to reality. Brayden still seemed to be saying something but he wasn’t really listening. Even when he tried to it was like it was some other language.

“But yeah,” Gabe tried to think of something to change the subject. But his brain seemed to have slowed. ‘Just how much was in that?’ he questioned looking at his cup again. His eyes drifted back over to Brayden. Something about him seemed a bit off. He looked different. Gabe didn't know why but something about him looked more masculine. Maybe more muscular. Brayden wasn't exactly known for ever working out but the sleeves of his shirt seemed to be a bit tighter than just a few moments ago.

“Something wrong?” Brayden asked. He still had a bit of a coy smile on him as he said it. But now there was more confidence behind his eyes. For some reason Gabe couldn’t look away. He felt locked in place. 

Gabe took a drink to compensate for the long silence he was giving. “No,” he said. “Nothing’s wrong. Just kind of distracted.”

“Distracted?” Brayden seemed to have known the answer but wanted Gabe to answer it. 

He swallowed hard. “Yeah…” something about Brayden was different he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The guy was always kind of short but it didn’t seem that way anymore. If anything, Gabe was starting to look up. He shook his head. ‘That’s not right…’ but concentrating was just getting harder to do.

“It’s almost midnight. Maybe there was something you wanted to ask me?”

Brayden stepped closer. He was taller. Gabe backed against the sink. He felt like he was staring up at a giant. But looking down, he realized that he was getting smaller. His butt knocked against the cabinet behind him. “What’s… What’s going on?” he stammered looking at the rest of his body. It was like his muscles were slowly pulling in one themselves. That he was rapidly losing weight.

The thick cords of muscle that held him together seemed to be gone. He looked back at Brayden. “What do you mean?” his thick hands grabbed the sink, locking Gabe in place. His thick broad muscles easily blocked any exit. His muscles pulsed then filled his shirt even more. They pushed hard against the sleeves and looked like they were about to knock a button undone. “Do I not have enough in my chest?” he flexed his pecs. They bounced behind his button up shirt.

“Nu-no… It’s not that,” Gabe felt his body squirming. Thoughts he’d always made fun of other guys were storming into his head. Maybe it was the cologne, seeing the thick handsome beard rounding his masculine face, or how his voice would send a shiver down Gabe’s spine, but Gabe couldn’t stop thinking about Brayden.

“10! 9! 8!”  the countdown had started. 

“C’mon,” Brayden whispered into Gabe’s ear. “What do you say. It’s just a kiss…”

Gabe’s knees went weak as Brayden nuzzled his hairy face against his neck. The motion moved around to his face. Their mouths were mere inches apart. “3!” another inch gone. “2!” Now or never. “1!” Gabe leaned in and accepted the kiss. His small hands gripped Brayden’s strong abs. He could feel each of the six lumps through his shirt. They moved up towards his thick pecs and squeezed.

All the while Brayden was leading the kiss. Pushing his tongue deep inside of Gabe’s mouth and rolling it around. He could feel Gabe giving in more and more. Allowing him to take charge. His hands gripped the sink. “Pretty good for not being your type right?”

Gabe blushed at his former comment. “Well maybe you’re a bit more my type than I thought…”

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