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Joy Ride



“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?”


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


“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.


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. 



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. 😅😅







“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.


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



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.’



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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