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  1. “Who’s sneakers are these” Charlie called, holding one of the massive stinky shoes in his hands “Which ones” his mother called from the kitchen Charlie pulled back the tongue, the musky smell only stronger. “Size 22s” He shouted back “Oh, those are Reese’s” his mother called back These can’t be Reese’s, the 5ft6 fat ass didn’t have size 22 feet. “Reese is like 5ft6, aren’t his feet size 7” Charlie replied, burying his nose into the shoes mouth His mother chuckled lightly “Charlie are you alright” Charlie quickly dropped the shoe with a thud, he had no idea there this sudden fetish for foot funk came from. “Yea, I’m cool, a little tired” he yawned “Ok, go to bed” His mother ordered as he appeared with a pile of laundry “Take this with you” “Ok” he took the pile “But the shoes” His mother looked at him with confusion, she checked his forehead. “Mom” he stepped back She shook her head “You’re just tired” she rubbed his arm, comforting him “Charlie, Reese hasn’t been 5ft6 since he was 13, he’s got to be pushing 7ft by now” Charlie’s face went blank “What” “Honey, Reese has been wearing those sneaker for a month now, you were there when we brought them” she explained “He had just got back from football practice and you gave him a foot rub, I’m proud how well you support him” Charlie dropped the laundry. His mother scolded him, and they quickly put the pile back together. His mother dumped the last piece on top, a giant stretched out jockstrap, that had been hidden in the pile. “Now get to bed, and wake Reese up, he has practice in a few hours” she ordered Charlie’s brain worked overtime to process everything, his eyes glued to the fading name written on the jock, REESE. How could Reese with his baby dick fill such a large cotton tent. Charlie had seen that micro-dick enough times, Reese was always jacking it. The two boys shared a room, their beds either end and facing each other, so they’d seen a lot of each other. Charlie opened the bedroom door, noticing that it now was decorated with ‘REESE’S PAD’ in big colorful letters. The room was different, now dominated by a huge bed and the even bigger occupant. Charlie stared at the long wide feet near the end the bed. He could see that it was two double beds pushed together. The door swinging closed made Charlie jump, the pile dropping to the floor, the musky jock landing at his feet. The beast on the bed sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with long heavy arms. “Reese” Charlie questioned Reese chuckled “Hey bro, like the changes” he bounced a pair of thick pecs “How” Charlie asked froze to the spot “The Chronivac finished downloading on your laptop” he smirked, a large hand disappearing under the blanket “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, I made sure of that” “The Chronivac” He questioned “What does that matter, you’re huge, mom thinks you’re on the football team….and my bed is gone” Charlie listed, his eyes stuck on a growing mound between Reese’s trunk like legs Reese’s free hand twisted a pierced nipple “Yea, I’m huge and I’m on the football team” he moaned suddenly, the mound rising higher “And your bed isn’t gone, it’s at the foot of the bed" Charlie looked down at the small cot, a pair of gym shorts stuffed with socks as a pillow and an old basketball jersey for a blanket. "You find my smell comforting” Reese explained “But sometimes you sleep up here with me” Reese suddenly threw back the blanket, and slapped a huge leaking meat-stick against his abs. Charlie licked his lips, his mouth full with saliva all of a sudden. “You want breakfast” he offered “I have a couple hours before practice” Charlie now settled into this new world tentatively climbed between Reese’s legs, spit dripping from his plump lips. Reese fell back onto the bed as Charlie spat a large gob-full of spit onto his hulking brothers horse cock.

    Liquid Manhood- Chapter Six

    A year long wait for Part Six, sorry, school got ahead of me and when I was finally free I wasn't in any mood to write. This part is mostly filler and some plot, more transformations to come in the next part though. Thanks for reading. Read Part One HERE Read Part Two HERE Read Part Three HERE Read Part Four HERE Read Part Five HERE Liquid Manhood Chapter Six Chris lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. The room was still dark, but dim light shone through the gaps in the curtains. The light illuminated the cause of Chris’ thinking, a large tent in Melvin’s bed sheet, and two massive feet that hung out the end of that bed. A couple of months ago Melvin had been a small runty nerd who Chris could twist around his little finger, but then Melvin took some of the magical elixir home. Now Melvin was more confident, he was questioning Chris’ decisions more and he was keeping Chris awake with hour-long fuck sessions every single day. The only benefit to being kept up so late is that Chris had the time to think over the events of the past few days. That first day when he found out what had happened to Melvin had been the hardest. Hearing that deep voice over the phone made his heart drop, but he nearly died when he found Melvin. Melvin had directed Chris to come talk to him at some apartment, his nerdy roommate opened the door in just his underwear. He was now tall, built and from the look of the bulge in his briefs, hung like a donkey. Seeing Melvin had only added fuel to the theory that the elixir had a plan of its own, that the changes it caused weren't random. That in fact it mattered on what sort of person you were, an undeserving person would end up as unappealing, but a deserving person, as Melvin appeared to be, would end up owning mouthwatering pecs with big silver dollar sized nipples, abs you could wash clothes on and a bulge that looked like it could feed a small village. The conversation between the two roommates was awkward mainly because Chris could see the four girls who lived in the apartment had been fucked senseless for what must of been several days. From where Chris sat he could see the girls in a sleeping cum stained heap on a bed in a bedroom, the doors having been pulled off its hinges, they all had smiles on their faces. A smile which matched Melvin’s smug smirk, he knew the situation between them had changed. Melvin though didn’t rub it in that he was now a towering stallion compared to Chris, which Chris had expected. Instead he talked about what had happened to him and what he’d thought was going on with the elixir. In the days following Melvin’s marathon fuck session both boys shared their theories on how the elixir affected the user. Chris’ theory that who you were mattered held more water then anything Melvin offered. It was nearly confirmed when Chris and, the now meathead, Melvin found out what happened to the people dosed by the water bottles from the school gym that Chris had tainted. The equipment manager Thaddeus Stern had ballooned into some ebony black beast of muscle and manhood, he was instantly recruited by football team to his own delight. Yuri was also dosed too, and to Chris’ delight he didn't end up huge. Instead the slim swimmer had swelled into some hairy bear. A gut of muscle and fat replacing his toned abs. Melvin didn't think the change was that bad, Yuri looked pretty intimidating, an opinion which seemed to be shared by others. Yuri had been recruited to the football team too. The third person to be dosed had surprised Chris. Coach Peters had changed and it seemed to have knocked him out of the funk that losing his football team had caused. His flabby gut had been sucked in and tightened, his hair darkened and his face lost a good 20 years of wear and tear. The man who now stomped around campus in a sweat suit with a big cigar in his mouth was nothing like the old Coach Peters. Scary was the word that Melvin had used after he'd been cornered and almost forced to join the football team by the new Peters. He was rebuilding the team and taking anyone who even looked like they lifted weights. Chris though was half attracted to the new barrel chested daddy like-coach. He would have expected that Peters to get the bad side of the elixir, but instead Peters’ love and loyalty to the boys on his team had instead made the elixir turn Peters into a better man than he already was. Chris’ reminiscing was ruined by the loud wet slapping coming from Melvin’s bed. The big lug had thrown back his blankets and was fisting his Pringles can cock with both of his meaty fists. Chris just rolled over and buried his face into his pillow hoping Melvin would only jerk off once this morning. ——————————————————————————————————————————— “Good workout today man” Thaddeus’ Barry White-like voice said Both he and Sean were standing in the locker room of the school gym, they had it to themselves as the other patrons seemed to flee the room when they both came in sweaty from their workout and stuffed into gym shorts that looked close to bursting. They'd both showered on the far side of the showers from each other, both trying to sneak in a quick wank, though it was hard to keep two massive muscle men jerking wrist fat monster cocks secret. Neither of them brought it up, even thought they’d both cum at the same time. “Yea, good lift” Sean agreed, pulling on his shirt The two muscle men were both buttoning up their shirts, both having the same issue of pulling the shirt together over their pecs. Thaddeus with his glistening ebony pec pillows and Sean with is fire-red furry slab like chest. Sean and Thaddeus had met soon after Coach Peters had recruited them both for football team and they’d become fast friends. Mainly it was due to them being forced together as they were both of similar size, but they shared an intense interest in video games, so a friendship had blossomed. A tv bolted up to the wall loudly played some sporting news show, the announcer worriedly talking about the removal of some big name athlete from the Dallas Cowboys because of some sort of disease. Sean had seen the guys face all over the internet and he’d even jerked off a fair bit to the guys modeling pics. Sean gave up on closing his shirt, his entire hairy pec cleavage on show. The button just below his pecs barely holding the shirt closed. “You coming round mine tonight to game” Sean asked pulling up the zipper of his jeans again Since his last growth spurt Sean had found a guy on Craigslist who was selling a tonne of clothes in sizes that could actually contain him, but now after a couple of months of actually working out, playing football and slowly growing he was beginning to outgrow them. Thaddeus, was himself just stuffing his overpacked undies into some jeans. He pulled the zipper up and gave his hefty bulge a good grope with a big black hand. “Nah man” Thaddeus chuckled deeply “Got a date tonight” Sean laughed “What again… did last nights go so well” Thaddeus left their gaming session last night with some cheerleader under this arm. The big black stud had been grinning ear to ear earlier when they started their workout, so it must of gone well. “Yea, yea, it did, nearly broke her bed” Thaddeus laughed, doing a little thrusting movement with his hips “But its not the same girl… her friend" “Slut” Sean laughed lightly punching Thaddeus’ shoulder Thaddeus packed up his gym bag and seemed ready to leave, obviously eager to get to this date. “Yea pretty much, I used to be some pathetic virgin” the black stud laughed “But since my growth spurt I've been getting pussy every day… even multiple pussies sometimes” Sean felt his eyes roll, Thaddeus just laughed at his reaction. The two friends said goodbye and the black beast thudded out of the locker room, leaving Sean to struggle to get his clown feet into sneakers that were falling apart because they were at least a size too small. The walk back to his dorm room was quick, but it was a constant barrage of stares as he stomped across campus. He knew his heavy bulge was bouncing from thigh to thigh with each step and his pecs were dangerously close to launching the remaining buttons of his shirt across the path ahead of him. Sean was struggling with his keys at his door, his big meaty fingers fumbling over the tiny, little pieces of metal. “Sean” a quiet voice asked Sean turned to look and just saw an empty corridor. Then he looked downwards. A nervous yet smiling brown haired boy stared up at him. It was the guy he’d brought all the old clothes from. A guy of barely 5ft2 who for some reason owned clothes ranging from XXL to XXXXL, Sean didn’t ask why. “Hey... Ben right” he asked, hoping he’d got the name right Ben nodded as Sean turned away from his door to look down at Ben. The smaller guys eyes widening as he stared at the thick overhang of Sean’s pecs. Thankfully his eyes weren’t looking down to the overstuffed bulge of his pants which was shockingly close to Ben’s eye level. They were silent for a few moments, Ben just watching as Sean’s pecs slowly heaved with each breath. Sean broke the silence “So, why are you here” He knew that Ben didn’t live in the dorm. He loved in one of big frat houses on the other side of campus. Ben muttered something, sounded like he was nervously gathering his words. “Just… just... wanted to see if you wanted to hang out” Ben asked, smiling slightly Sean wondered if Ben had actually wanted to ask something else, but the sight of Sean’s hulking hairy form had knocked all the confidence out of the little guy. Sean chuckled slightly “Sure, I was going play some games, but we can hang out” Sean opened his door, the gust of warm musky air washed over them both. Ben actually squeaked in surprise. “It's only a single-player game, but I’m sure we could find you something to do” Sean said, letting Ben pass into the room Sean followed him in, giving his big bulge a quick rearrange before closing the door and trapping the little guy. ——————————————————————————————————————————— “Do you have any books on witchcraft” Barrett asked up to the librarian Without even looking pass their glasses and down to the runty Barrett, they muttered a floor number. Barrett had gotten used to being ignored since his fall from grace. He quickly headed up the stairs, taking two at a time, which was a stretch for his short skinny legs. Luckily no one would recognize him, he wasn't the Barrett anyone on campus would recognize. A few months ago Barrett had received an email about his campuses links to magic and witchcraft, since then he’d been researching the subject. He’d read more books and written more down in these months then he’d ever done in his life. It had started as a simple way of passing the time and maybe distracting him from his diminished body and from the housekeeper's son cleaning the swimming pool shirtless, but it had become a desperate passion once AJ returned home. The doctors had said that AJ had a muscle wasting disease, the same thing that the doctors has said to Barrett. AJ had lost his position in the NFL and returned him a broken man. AJ was nearly as small and runty as Barrett was and was getting smaller all the time. His personality shift was more dramatic than Barrett’s had been, Barrett regularly could hear AJ crying himself to sleep. When AJ was a towering beast Barrett had never even heard a single word spoken in a unsure tone, let alone seen him shed a tear. The CDC had even visited the house to check it out for any environmental causes, they found nothing. Just like they’d found nothing at the athletic department on campus. Barrett had actually stopped off to see how things had changed. It was just the same as Barrett had left it, without any reminder that Barrett had ever existed. The CDC had even kept an office on campus, but they didn’t seem to be doing anything. Just some guy sitting alone in an office bouncing a tennis ball off the far wall. The suddenly collapse of his brothers obscenely manly physique and the CDC’s continued inability to find a medical cause had only pushed Barrett closer towards witchcraft and magic. It had knocked Barrett out of his depression, he’d become more active, more set on finding an answer. He’d be researching anything and everything that could link to his and AJ’s situation. Quickly moving away from any sort of scientific explanation and focusing almost entirely on the thin hope that something beyond explanation had caused his and AJ’s predicament. He came to the correct floor, wheezing, he was so unfit now. He moved through the cases and desks looking for some sort of sign directing him to his answer. The floor was pretty much empty of students. Just one guy with long black hair sitting at a desk with headphones on. Barrett stopped to stare at his guy, he was well built. Large pecs straining at his shirt and thick arms gripping the table. Barrett bit his lip, muscle really got to him, his little cock hardening in his pants. The guy let out a moan and Barrett could see a hand was beneath his shirt feeling up his pecs. Barrett knelt down to check under the table, having to look between the legs of chairs and desks between him and the big guy. A blond haired head was moving back and forth between the guys massive jean clad legs. Barrett let out a gasp and scurried between some bookcases. He heard a sloppy sounding slap and a guy, probably the blond, taking in deep breaths. “Zach, did you hear something… I think someone is here” one voice said between deep breaths “No one is here” another deeper voice said “Get back to sucking bitch” There was slapping sound and a return to wet sucking noises. Barrett was sitting on the floor, his back leaning against a bookcase. His cock rock hard at the sound of the blond struggling to deepthroat whatever this Zach had between his legs. Down the line of books, Barrett saw a massive ornate bookcase. Leather bound books of various sizes filled its shelves and a sign above in posh looking gold lettering read. “Tiberius J.J. Haber Occult Library” Barrett jumped to his feet, for the first time thankful that he was small, his feet making no sound as he moved. He ran down the aisle towards the bookcase. As he approached he saw how run down the bookcase was. The golden sign was faded, the wood chipped and in placed moldy. The books were covered in thick dust, but Barrett saw a few finger marks. A couple of books on the middle shelf had been touched recently, but only those books. He strained to reach up to them, again hating how small he was now. “Did you see that guy… getting a blowjob in the library” an insanely rich and deep voice boomed from down the aisle “From a guy…” another voice stated sounding annoyed “Damn” the deep voice muttered “I mean, nothing against gays, Chris, you know that…” The other guy, Chris, just sighed loudly. Barrett fell back to another set of shelves and hid behind them as the two men approached. One was tall with strong features, almost model like in his movements. The other was a brute, towering nearly as tall as the bookcases and nearly as wide as the aisle. The massive dude had a hand down his shorts and was obviously scratching at his balls. Chris though was inspecting the occult bookcase. Chris gently lifted the middle books away from shelf and tapped at the wood behind them. “Good, it’s still jammed” Chris said returning the books to their place “Huh” the big guy said, he’d been busy sniffing his hand after scratching his nuts “The compartment where we found the magic book… we jammed it so we’d know if someone else found it” Chris said, trying not to raise his voice at the giant guy The big guy's viking like face made an expression of understanding. His heavy lantern jaw moving to make an ‘oh’ sound. “It’s still jammed so whoever was asking about witchcraft never found it” Chris mused “Wait… how’d you know someone asked about that” the big guy asked “I paid the librarian to call me if someone did, why do you think we even rushed over here” Chris said smirking arrogantly “We don’t want anyone finding out what we did… well not till I’m your size” Chris gave a playful backhanded tap to the big guy’s abs which were showing through his shirt. The two turned and left, Barrett’s head spinning, could magic actually be real, what where they are hiding. He waited for the big guys wide back to vanish around a corner before slowly he started to follow them. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Sean was laying on his front on his bed. It was too small for him. His pecs were hanging off the end and he was awkwardly propping his meaty arms on the edge so he could play his game properly. His big mits pressing buttons and his TV loudly sounding out the gun shots of his character. “You ok back there little dude” Sean asked peeking over his shoulder to Ben Ben was laying between Sean’s legs, the big guys legs bent and pressing down on Ben’s back. Ben’s face was pressed between Sean’s rounded muscle ass and his tongue deep between the cheeks. “Just slap my ass once if yes, twice for no” Sean said, trying not to chuckle Ben’s little hand flew up and slapped the rock solid left cheek of Sean’s ass and then fell back to gripping at Sean’s thigh. “Good boy” Sean said returning to his game “In a bit I’m move across to my gaming chair, you can suck or sit on my dick if you like” Sean’s cock was rock hard and laying between his legs and throbbing against Ben’s tummy. “Well you going suck or ride it either way, I’ll let you choose which happens first” Sean’s let out a deep moan and almost crushed his controlled as Ben excited assaulted his asshole with his talented and surprisingly large tongue. ——————————————————————————————————————————— On opposite sides of campus, two groups of friends were meeting. One a group of young men who were busy planning the next phase of their Homes for Humanity project. The other a group of young men planning which news agency’s website they were going to bring down with a denial of service attack. They were in similar number and a similar makeup of guys, just different in personalities. But one thing that these groups shared was that the refreshments at their meetings tasted weird.

    Atlas Shrunk

    The director sighed, why did they sign Zeb Atlas for a twink movie. Granted he was hot, but he was 6ft3 and in his 40s. He wasn’t suitable for the movie. It was about young hot twinks and the young hunks that fuck them. Zeb was a hunk, but he was too old, at least for what was planned. He felt bad, but the director had been left with few options. He couldn’t fire Zeb, and he couldn’t use him, but there was a way to make him work. The director saw it as a kindness, it would give Zeb another 20 years of work, if it worked. The director chuckled, he knew it would work. It always did, there was always some producer at the studio pushing a big daddy guy into the films. But the director would use the ‘special’ stuff and soon that big daddy was ready for the shoot, just a couple decades younger and a few feet shorter. Zeb was no different, the director could see the changes already at Zeb rubbed himself down for the camera. The water cascading down big plump muscles, muscles that got smaller with each drop. Bones that compressed with each rub of Zeb’s soapy hands. His heavy cock quivering under the water, shrinking away. Zeb was too wrapped up in the feel of the water to notice the changes, as was everyone else. Only the director was immune to the effects, and he liked it that way. He enjoyed watching the age drain from guys like Zeb. He liked to see their lives shrink and change. Most of them had been athletes or bodybuilders when they were younger, not now. They weren’t built for stuff like that now. They could be gymnasts or dancers, the director knew they were flexible enough, he had enough films to prove that. Zeb let out a moan, a high pitched girlish moan. He was near done, his body devoid of nearly all muscle. He’d stopped at 5ft3, a foot of height gone forever. He looked barely 18, but the director had the records to proof that Zeb Atlas Junior was 18. Zeb flicked his long wet hair from his face, his soft mouth curved into a smile. A few of his slender fingers buried between his plump ass cheeks. “Ok, cut” the director shouted “Zeb keep doing what your doing, you’re gonna need to be really stretched out for what I have planned” Twins moved into view, they were corn fed, farm raised boys. As hung as the bulls they bred. Little Zeb gazed up at the big dumb farm boys, both of them looked down hungrily at the twink. Squared heavy pecs hanging high above his head, the chiseled faces of the twins smiling downwards. The twins shared a look, they were going to ruin this boy. “Ok, boys don’t go gentle on Zeb, he can take it” the director ordered “Now….Action"
  4. Adam was always in the gym, constantly trying to build and sculpt his already excellent body. His boyfriend Robby was tired of it, he thought that Adam was perfect already, he looked like a fitness model. But Adam wanted to be bigger, he wanted to be at a bodybuilder level. His body and his genetics weren’t going to let it happen. So Robby decided to step in, he got ahold of either a magical or scientific super protein shake, it mattered on who you asked. It would give Adam the boost he wanted, and if Adam was happy then Robby was happy. That was till the growth started. It was fine at first, Adam went from toned lean muscle to looking like a ripped linebacker. Then no matter how much he shaved he always had a pelt of dark hair on his chest, legs and stomach. His beard was worse, it was impossibly thick and scratchy. Robby was also worried that Adam was going bald, his thick brown hair was thinning and getting much shorter. He was also getting older, he’d gone from 25 to near his 40’s in a couple days, but Robby wasn’t very concerned with that. Because it came with a huge rise in their sex life. The new older beefier Adam was an animal, always pinning Robby down and grinding against him whenever he saw his boyfriend. Which was all the time because Adam didn’t go to the gym anymore. So all in all Robby liked having the new daddy Adam around, till one morning. Robby woke as usual covered in cum and sweat from the mammoth fuck session the night before. Adam was still snoring away, all big, veiny and hairy. Robby was in the middle of making breakfast when Adam thudded into the kitchen in just his undies. “Hey babe” he growled, itching his furry stomach Robby noticed it, Adam’s abs were gone, just a plump flabby gut. “You know babe, just a little breakfast for me” He jiggled his belly “I’m gonna need to start hitting the gym again” Robby sighed and wondered what the opposite of a protein shake was.

    Time of the Month

    It was happening again, Jimmy could feel it. A pulling feeling deep in his guts, a throbbing that run up his spine. It was his time of the month again, but it couldn’t be, it was too soon. Since puberty started Jimmy would have these really strange male periods, for a couple minutes for one day a month Jimmy couldn’t be around any other men because they would change. Jimmy was at a friends house staying over to play video games for one last time before they went to college. So the second Jimmy felt the pressure building inside him he made an excuse and went to hide in the bathroom. He’d only be gone a couple minutes, not long enough for anyone to notice. Jimmy didn’t want his friend Tim to end up like the others who’d been around Jimmy during his time of the month. It had happened a few times, the first victims being his dad and older brother. They didn’t see themselves as victims, but then they didn’t even realize anything had changed. The first time it happened Jimmy hardly knew what was happening, but he put the feeling of pressure and the sudden massive muscle growth together. All Jimmy did was look at his dad and brother and with a flash of light two hulking hairy studs had replaced them. And no one saw any difference, it was like they had always been hunks. But Jimmy worked out the rules of this power very quickly, it would only change men, it happened once a month and he couldn’t change himself. He’d worked the last rule out after several tries of just sitting in front of a mirror. But Jimmy was a little suspicious that he’d changed a little. Somehow whatever he wore showed off his plump butt, even clothes that were several sizes to big became tight when he pulled them on. Which for a straight guy who turned other guys into hulking horny gods once a month was bad. This was why he was so desperate to control his power, he didn’t want to get fucked again like last time when he changed the mailman. So Jimmy could only sigh when he opened the bathroom door and found Tim’s dad Keith lounging in the bath with a book in hand. “Hey Jimmy” Keith greeted in surprise “There’s another bathroom downstairs….” he started but the flash of light silenced him Instead of the soft 40 something man that Keith had been a bulky tanned much younger hunk sat in his place. Jimmy felt the throbbing in his spine move down to his ass. Keith grinned and gave his pecs a bounce before rising out of the water. Jimmy looked straight into the soft fat cock and swollen balls that slowly started to swell. “Come on little guy, you’ve been asking for this for years” Keith explained as he still dripping with water led Jimmy out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom Jimmy didn’t fight it, his body wanted it, but his mind never did. After the first couple of incidents he decided just to let it happen. Keith pulled Jimmy onto the bed, his heavy wet body soaking through Jimmy’s clothes. Keith tore Jimmy’s shorts off with his big hands and flipped the boy around. Jimmy’s face pressed against Keith’s rock hard cock and instinctively started to swallow it down. Keith’s long tongue delved between Jimmy’s peachy cheeks and found his tight hole. They weren’t at it for long before Tim appeared in the doorway. He and Jimmy were the same age, but Tim looked much more adult than Jimmy. His power having held Jimmy back a bit, probably so he couldn’t fight off the big hunks he created. Tim was only able to get out a gasp as Keith’s cock popped out of Jimmy’s mouth and Jimmy looked at Tim. There was a flash and Tim was replaced by a man bigger, beefier and much better hung than his father. Keith didn’t care that his son was in the room, only Jimmy’s ass mattered. “Nice one dad” Tim boomed “Wanted to fuck the little slut for ages” Big Tim thudded over to Jimmy and grabbed a handful of his hair. Jimmy’s jaw dropped open hoping it was wide enough for his friends giant monster cock. As Jimmy was taken at either end by the big father and son duel the pressure in his guts stopped and it would be a whole month before it came back.
  6. “You Dean” the massive man asked, his chest glistening beneath his unzipped hoodie Dean gulped, the little fag had said he’d set his big brother on him, but Dean had just laughed and dunked the nerd’s spotty face into the toilet again. He never considered the little guy would actually do it, let along that his brother was actually a beast. But the man before him did share some similarities, they had similar coloring, similar eyes and even hints of a similar facial structure. “Yes…….sir” he quickly added “Cool” he rose up from his perch, the underside of his pecs level with Dean’s eyes “I’m Hugh, you’ve been harassing my little brother” Dean started to back off, but Hugh gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. The hand massively meaty and denting into Dean’s pretty thick shoulder. “Nah, you’re not going anywhere” Hugh’s free hand clenched into a fist “Please, I’ll leave him alone…….” Dean begged, but Hugh hushed him “I’m not here to hurt you” He paused, flexing his biceps “I’m here to thank you” “Thank me” Dean questioned “Yea” Hugh let his shoulder go and started to feel up his own solid abs “If it wasn’t for your constant abuse, my little bro wouldn’t have come to me and asked to get big” Dean paled “Get big” Hugh laughed “You think this is natural” he bounced his pecs “hell no, I’m a chemistry whizz, or was in a past body, I mixed a little potion and got this body out of it” Hugh rubbed his crotch, his memories turning him on. His jeans showing the teeth of the zipper straining and nearly popping open from the mass behind them. “My bro’s been stubborn about getting huge, but you have helped chang his mind” Hugh patted Dean’s head “I’ll leave you two alone” He turned and jogged away towards some passing blond joggers, his muscled ass flexing. “Two?” Dean shouted after him “It’s just me here” A deep thundering chuckled erupted behind him. Dean jumped, falling to the floor. Behind him rose a mountain of muscle, gym shorts strained against huge thighs and a monstrous dick mound. Eight furry cinder blocks rose upwards towards two hairy muscle slabs. A thick neck and even thicker traps held aloft a solid jaw coated in stubble. Arms thicker then Dean’s thighs strained against tanned skin, thick veins coursed with testosterone. Two dark eye glared downwards, the muscle man’s mouth stretched into a sneer. “Hey Dean” the little fag boomed from 7ft above him

    Fresh Ink

    “It doesn’t look bigger to you” Jim asked pulling back the elastic of his briefs “No, not at all” Sam lied, he crossed his legs to hide his boner “Really” Jim asked with disbelief “None of my pants fit properly anymore” Sam just shrugged, crossing his legs again to trap his boner. Jim cupped his swollen cheeks in his hands and jiggled them. Each cheek was rounded and meaty, straining against his briefs which were already sizes too small. “Their so sensitive” he moaned Sam’s hand slid down to his crotch, cupping his balls and trying to hold his cock down. His eyes glued to the meaty buttocks of his buddy. “It has to be this tramp stamp” Jim mused, a finger running over the freshly healed tattoo “Must be an allergic reaction or something” Sam offered, knowing full well what was happening, he had sent Jim to ‘his’ tattooist after all He’d even gonna a little money off his buddy for sending him a new client. He’d even be able to give a suggestion about what sort of effect the tattoo should have on Jim. “Plus I’m feeling really…..excitable all the time” Jim added a hand slipping between his cheeks Jim was appearing more energetic, which he’d find out was actually horniness. But he was also becoming more playful and touch friendly, a sign of his inhibitions fading away. He’d be on his knees sucking dick within a week. “Give it a few days and see how you feel” Sam smiled, biting his lip Jim nodded and headed out the room, his bulging butt bouncing and swaying with each step.

    In Too Long

    Trent looked his friend Marshal up and down. Gone was the lean swimmer who’d slipped into the tanning bed over an hour ago, now a wall of thick muscle stared back at him with dull hollow eyes. “Marshal you ok” Trent asked Marshal just bounced his pecs and chuckled as he looked down at his heavy chest. “Yea, I’m good bro” Marshal laughed in a surprising deep voice Trent gulped, Marshal had never said ‘bro’ in all the time he’d known him. He’d overdosed Trent thought. Trent had brought Marshal to the Tanning Shop, he was one of the short list who knew that the tanning beds here did more then just tan your skin. After a short session in the bed the user would crawl out with tanned skin, but also slimmer, healthier, better looking and even a little bit taller. Trent sighed, he should of checked on Marshal. Trent though had been too busy flirting with the hot receptionist to notice that Marshal had been inside the bed for three times longer then he should of been. Trent shook his head “Sorry man, but this isn’t good” Marshal just stared blankly at Trent, his head cocked to one side. He was confused Trent thought, but then he was probably going to be confused all the time now, too much time in the beds would cook your brain. “Overuse can lead to permanent damage” Trent explained “I warned you beforehand” Marshal laughed again and brought his arms up. His rounded biceps bulged and he gave his abs a flex to finish off the pose. “This isn’t damaged” Marshal laughed again Trent nodded, Marshal was certainly a sight now. “But what will people say, you’re like three or four inches taller” Trent offered Marshal smirked “Not to mention a beast” he bounced his pecs again Trent nodded again, Marshal was certainly a beast now. “No one noticed you’d changed… you explained it once” Marshal added He was scratching his head under his cap, his head must be hurting from using such big words like ‘noticed’ and ‘explained’. “Yea, a healthy glow” Trent offered “They just see the tan, not the couple pounds of muscle or the inch in height the bed gave you” Marshal nodded, then just waited for Trent to continue. He really was dumb now, Trent almost felt sorry for the idiot who’d stayed in the magical tanning bed for nearly two hours. Trent pondered out loud for a moment “Well… I could do another 30 minutes without any permanent damage, just exterior changes” He stepped passed Marshal and climbed into the bed, flicked the switch to turn it on. As it closed he saw Marshal mouthing the word exterior to himself, trying to work out the meaning.
  9. “I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head. “Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property” Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit. Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything. It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it. But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now. He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened. Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him. “I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were. “Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off” Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave. Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked. “Fuck” Lou chuckled He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money. “Excuse me” a voice asked Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles. “Yes” Lou asked curious “Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos” Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone. “Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed. Either way his balls needed emptying.
  10. Every year the Hitchens family would gather together for Christmas and New Years. The two Hitchens boys, now both family men were larger than life characters. Both towering lumberjack like men who led the festivities and their wives and kids would follow. Harry Hitchens was the proud father to two boys, both athletes and both the apples of their fathers eye. Sam Hitchens, the eldest, was now a star athlete at his college, on the fast track to professional stardom and already an Olympic god medalist in track, before he filled out at 16 and his muscle mass slowed him down too much to be any sort of track runner. Scott Hitchens, the baby, was pretty much a younger version of his elder brother. He was tall and thick with muscle. His messy blond hair always looking nearly perfect like he’d just walked off a catwalk, his youthful yet masculine face naturally falling into a cocky smirk. Roger Hitchens was the proud ‘as much as a father naturally should be’ father of one son. His son Lucas had been completely bypassed by the Hitchens genes. He was short, he was chubby. His dark hair shiny from grease and his face caked in a crust of spots. He and Scott were the same age, but light years apart in every possible way. Yet they were forced to share a room for the holidays. Since Sam had moved onto college he spent all his time in the penthouse apartment he’d lucked himself into having, and barely spent any time at home. His room, the largest bedroom in the house, had been taken over by Scott and Scott’s old room had been converted into a shrine to the greatness that was Sam Hitchens. Lucas’ parents had gotten the spare room and Lucas had to sleep on the floor of Scott’s room, hearing the big lug snore and stare up at Scott’s massive feet hanging over the edge of the massive, by Lucas’ standards at least, bed. It was on Christmas eve after a nice family meal and a genuinely good time that the boys were sent to bed. It was only 9pm and Lucas couldn’t sleep, he was 18 and used to staying up much later playing video games with people on the other side of the planet. Scott was already asleep, even though he’d bitched about now being able to jerk off because Lucas was in the room. Lucas was looking up at the meaty soles of Scott’s feet for the 4th night in a row. Why he couldn’t of slept in the central open area of the bedroom and not cramped into a corner beneath Scott’s feet was beyond Lucas. Scott’s excuse that he needed the space to do his exercises in the morning didn’t hold as Scott used the home gym every morning when he woke up. Lucas tossed and turned in his makeshift bed. His eyes caught sight of something under the bed, it hadn’t been there before, maybe something had shifted when Scott had pulled out the hidden Christmas presents last night before he put them under the tree. Lucas tried to reach for the shiny object that caught his eye, having to move a box labeled “Sam’s Underwear”. His arms weren’t long enough. He sighed and pulled himself out from under the covers. Without even thinking about the embarrassment of being caught under Scott’s bed next to a box of his elder cousins musky briefs he was crawling in the dark with Scott’s snoring mass above him. He reached the shiny object, it was an old looking touch phone, or an old PDA device. Without even touching the power button it strung into life, lighting up the dark beneath the bed. A near silent jiggle played and an ancient looking graphic of a genie lamp flashed up blocky letters popped into being. “CHRONIVAC” “What the hell” Lucas muttered then hushing himself as Scott grunted above him. Lucas tapped the screen. A loading bar appeared and then vanished. The PDA was obviously newer then it appeared, after the old grey intro screens it was bright and colorful. It looked like an advanced customization screen for a SIMs game or something. Lucas clicked on the previous session button and the complete outline of his cousin Sam appeared, everything from his favorite color to his obscene girth of his cock was written down for Lucas to know. Sam’s family was listed below, including Lucas (cousin-father’s side). Beneath that was a “Make realistic”. When Lucas clicked on this opinion a small cartoon genie lamp appeared. A speak bubble appeared explaining he was the PDA’s helper function and the ‘Make Realistic’ option made it so that changes would appear to be natural, such as making physical changes genetic, which would change family to match the physical changes to the user. Lucas was confused, what sort of game was this. He saw the “Change History” box on a side bar next to the floating beautiful face of Sam. An insanely long list of changes appeared. From increase in height, made a natural athlete and increase cock length. The make realistic option seemed to apply to them all. Lucas came off his history and clicked on himself. His meagre frame and spotty face appeared, with all his statistics listed. He clicked on height, 5’5 it read. A dial appeared below, or he could edit his height. Lucas ran a finger over the dial, increase the avatars height. He chuckled quietly as the avatar grew taller, then almost shouted out load as his feet moved along the carpeted floor as his own height increased. In a panic he pulled the dial back till his height on both the Chronivac and in reality retuned to normal. It dawned on Lucas what he was holding, he’d just grown a foot in an instant and it looked like Sam had made himself the hunky athlete he was now and no one seemed to know any different. Lucas smiled, he could change anything. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Scott woke on Christmas morning, stretching out his beefy arms and yawning. Flexing his toes and sadly trying to kill his throbbing morning wood before swinging his thick legs out of bed. He pulled on some stripy pajama bottoms before he noticed that his little cousin Lucas wasn’t still asleep. He cracked his knuckles before flexing a bicep in the mirror, smirking to himself and headed out of his room. His big bare feet thudding as he stomps down the stairs into the living room. Both his parents and his aunt and uncle were already there, sitting on the sofas and talking over coffee. “Merry Christmas” Scott greeted, a hand down his bottoms rearranging his fat nuts They returned the greeting and his uncle Roger shouted out to the kitchen to his cousin Lucas. “Time for presents” Scott’s mother offered Scott with childlike glee dropped to his knees at the foot of the heavily decorated Christmas tree and started to hand out presents. He found one with Lucas’ name. “Lucas” he shouted Instantly his cousin replied “No need to shout, I’m behind you” Scott turned and handed the present over, then back to the tree. Scott blinked a few times before turning back to his cousin. Lucas looked good, very refreshed. His skin very clear for a guy who looked like the face of the moon last night. His cheekbones were even showing through his cheeks, like he’d dropped a few pounds in the night. Scott looked down to Lucas’ pj clad form, his shirt was tight, but only showed a flat stomach were a chubby gut should have been. Still he wasn’t anything compared to Scott’s and his Hitchens family six pack, but it was odd. Maybe Scott just hadn’t payed any attention Lucas, wouldn’t be the first time Lucas’ existence had come as a shock to Scott. Scott began unwrapping his first gift, it was tickets to a football game, him and his dad most likely. Behind him Lucas was tearing apart the paper on his gift. “Oh awesome, new headgear, I need this for wrestling” Lucas said happily Scott’s dad started talking to Lucas about wrestling, the runt lying through his teeth about being a state champion. Scott turned to call Lucas out on his lies, but he stopped. Lucas was now shirtless. His chest jutting out like slabs of rock and his stomach ripped into six thick cobbles. Lucas’ shoulder were rounded and had meaty biceps swinging from them. “You ok cousin” Lucas asked with a bounce of one of his heavy pecs Scott shook his head and went back to handing out presents. The gifts got weirder and worst. Scott was getting books, socks and gift cards to shops he’d never go too. Lucas though was getting amazing stuff, a new lap top, a new PS4, bundles of games, but some weird stuff too. New shoes which weren’t that odd, it was just Lucas made a show of announcing they were size 17. Again Scott wanted to call him out, but as he turned around he saw the enormous bare dogs that Lucas had connected to his three trunk legs. The thick toes flexing as Lucas looked. “You know what they say about big feet” Lucas said quietly to Scott Scott shook off the implication, knowing while Lucas was a beefy wrestler with massive flipper feet, he was still a short ass with a small baby cock if the flat front of his briefs in the morning was any indication. With the presents done Scott’s dad and uncle went to the kitchen to work on getting the Christmas roast ready, while the mothers cleared up the ripped up wrappings. Scott carried his disappointing load of gifts up to his room, his heavy footfalls drowned out by the even heavier footfalls of Lucas behind him. Lucas’ booming voice echoed around him, his beefy cousin gushing about all the amazing gifts he’d gotten. Scott actually pushed his door shut behind him, almost hitting Lucas in his chiseled lightly stubbled face. “That was rude” Lucas said opening the door, not even looking at Scott He was busy typing into his phone, Scott pulled at the fabric around his crotch, it was unusually baggy. “So baby dick….” Lucas started Scott was instantly turned around and squaring up to Lucas, just he wasn’t towering above him like he expected. Instead a squared meaty pec bounced slightly in front of his face. Lucas’ face smirking down at him. “So baby dick” Lucas repeated, a massive finger flicked at the billowing empty crotch of Scott’s pajamas “We have a couple hours before Christmas dinner… what you want to do” Scott started to splutter, the words catching in his throat. He didn’t know it, but he was wearing his older brother hand me down pajamas, he had the ass and legs to fill them out, but the Hitchens donkey dick had passed him by. Lucas’ eyes rolled “Shouldn’t of left you aware, looks like your minds breaking” A large hand fell onto Scott’s rounded shoulder and forced him to his knees. Lucas unlike Scott wasn’t struggling to fill out his pajamas bottoms. The fabric was bursting with meat, from Luca’s insanely thick pillar like thighs, to the rounded boulder ass that was eating away at the back of them. The hems of his boots ended at the thighs, someone had either cut them off or Lucas had burst them stuffing his quads into them. The crotch was like an entire butcher’s platter of beef, two swollen orbs of sloshing cum and a shank of the finest wrist fat cock meat strained at the seams. To Scott’s shock the sight was making his mouth water. “Try not to think too hard, I want you to remember that I was once a runt, but I don’t want you to snap” Lucas said, his hand pulling Scott’s face towards his bulging crotch “Unlike your brother I want to see how my changes effect people, just wait till I get ahold of him” Lucas laughs, the intentions behind it made Scott worried, but the musk of Lucas’ crotch was too incising. He sighed happily as Lucas’ other hand started to heave out a very fat soft cock. “Good, your calming down, I knew making my cock your happy place was a smart idea” Lucas said starting to jerk his soft meat off “Give me a minute and I’ll dish up your breakfast” Scott was shaking his head, but his tongue was hanging out and his mouth was full of salvia. “Just don’t ruin your appetite” Lucas laughed his jerking speed increasing “You got a big dinner ahead of you”

    stories of tumblr (with images)

    As one of the authors who’s stuff was reposted, I generally have no issue with people reposting my stuff as long as it’s credited. That being said, half of the authors posted are members here (some under the same names) and have posted stories on this site. I’m even reposting my stories on a blog on this site.


    “Fuck” Marty exclaimed as his forehead slammed into the top of the doorframe Luckily no one noticed, the hall was too noisy. He took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold and into his high school, ducking his head a little as he did so. The noise died, eyes watching him, he smiled and puffed out his chest. He could actually hear the treads of the gold’s gym tank he wore strain. Maybe he’d gotten too big, he thought. Then he chuckled to himself, his laugh deep and oozing dominance, no such thing as too big he corrected himself. His fellow students were silent as he passed, his wide size 18 sneakers thudding with each step. There was even the sound of flesh slapping flesh, Marty was free balling. He thanked his mom for putting out some clean black basketball shorts this morning, any other colour and his soft arm sized meat would be plainly visible bounced against his tree trunk thighs. At least it could be mistaken for a trick of the light. He stopped at his locker, his insanely wide shoulders forcing the students either side of him to take a step back. Their eyes wide with realisation at who he was. Yea, that’s right, I’m Midget Marty, he thought to himself, his internal voice still his old nasally one and not the Barry White like bellow he now boasted. He knew it would be hard to see any of the old Marty in his new body. No glasses, no zits, no terrible nerdy clothes. He only wore tanks and shorts now, he’d hadn’t had time to order new everyday clothes, only the couple sets of workout gear he’d gotten after his growth. He scratched at his chiselled jaw, stuffing his bag into the locker, he’d get it before class, he had something to do first. Closing the locker with a light flick of his wrist, caused his bicep to swell. He heard a girl gasp, he smirked. Then noticed the entire wall of lockers shake when he accidentally slammed his locker closed. “Still gotta get used to that” he muttered to himself, the strength took some getting used too He continued past the silent students, some took a couple pictures. He tried to flex his arm or bounce his heavy pecs in time with the flashes of their cell phones. Heading towards the school gym thinned the crowd of students. He let out a sign, it was hard for Marty to return to school. He’d spent most of the Christmas break flexing and working out, making YouTube videos about his epic body. He’d been a cocky beast for the last couple weeks, but now he was having to deal with people who knew the old him. His phone buzzed, a couple reblogs from his tumblr, it had changed a lot in recent days. No anime reblogs, just flexing pics. And his PayPal had noticed the difference. Catching sight of a mirror on a wall of the hallway set his new show off mentality off. He pulled his phone out of the skin tight pocket of his shorts, his shorts were so tight at the back, you could probably read the serial number off his phone, not to mention count the hairs on his muscle ass. Completely relaxed, without flexing or having any sort of pump, he snapped a selfie. Then another and then another. Marty looked over them and picked the best one. “First day of school after Christmas, looking swole, hope sophomore year sees more gains” he typed and posted the selfie onto his tumblr. Instantly there was a burst of reblogs. He smiled and pushed the door to the gym open and headed in, not hitting his head this time. Marty was looking for the coach, he’d made a promise to Marty before Christmas and with all this growth he couldn’t refuse him now. Marty had wanted to be on the team for ages, always asking for a tryout. But he was refused, he just wasn’t good enough, or tall enough, or fit enough. He was all of those things now. His fist thudded heavily against coaches door. “Come in” Coach called Marty opened the door and ducked into the room. “Holy fuck” Coach said a smile on his face “Sorry… Shouldn’t of cursed” Marty shrugged his huge shoulders. “It’s ok coach” he said “Coach…” The teacher questioned “Did I train you when you were here at highschool” Marty laughed “No it’s me Marty, I’m here about that tryout you promised if I…well… Got bigger” Coach nodded, barely any shock on his face, he must of heard the rumours about Marty’s growth. Coach gestured for Marty to take a seat. Marty lowered his meaty muscle ass down onto the office chair in front of Coach’s desk. His big hand having to pull his salami like cock out from between his thick legs. He’d learned the hard way not to sit on it. The chair creaked, but it didn’t break, Marty breathed a sigh of relief. His pecs heaving with the breath. “So about that tryout coach” Marty asked expectantly Coach laughed “Kid…” He shook his head at Marty “Don’t you think your a little big for the swim team”
  13. Glenn thought that a salad place being considered fast food was weird, but he did find it cool that obesity seemed to mean killer abs now. But while everything had been weird so far, from the fat guy on the Calvin Klein billboard to the Big Bang Theory now having a cast of bodybuilders, the changes to high school were scary. It was just like it had always been, there were cliques, there was bullying, there was popularity. But it was just plain scary, a guy like Eugene at 7ft tall and a couple hundred pounds of muscle shied away from the crowds and almost climbed into his locker when king jock Kevin passed him in the corridor. Glenn though realised he was the scary one, he was a 6ft6 nerd that didn’t act like a nerd. He was acting cocky, he was acting like a jock would. But he wasn’t a jock, he was a nerd, and nerds were hunks in this world. It terrified him, he really needed to fix this mess. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene was worried about Glenn, the confusion this morning could of just been him still being tired. The clothes though couldn’t be, Eugene hadn’t noticed it before because of the jacket Glenn was wearing, but when Glenn took it off in class the sleeveless vest was obvious. Glenn had never worn a vest, only jocks did. It highlighted Glenn’s pecs and shoulders, it clung around his abs. No nerd had any business wearing clothes that revealed that much, but then again Eugene’s clothes were just as tight. But Glenn didn’t seem to care, he seemed to love it. He was flexing when people looked, throwing cocky grins and sneers at any jock that looked at him the wrong way. He was gonna get hit, but he didn’t seem to care. “So…..” Glenn started quietly, from their perch at the back of class “I think I should try for a girlfriend” Eugene tried not to laugh “What Sarah” Glenn spluttered his eyes on Sarah, she was nice, but plain. Completely in Glenn’s league. “No, not Sarah” Glenn whispered “Courtney” Eugene’s worries were confirmed. Courtney was Kevin’s girlfriend. She was tall, slim, big titted and gorgeous. She would never go for a built hunky nerd like Glenn. Before Eugene could start on Glenn about how stupid he sounded Glenn butted in. “You should get a guy too, what about Kevin, you making him suck your dick on a regular basis would make breaking him and Courtney up much easier” Glenn offered “No, I don’t like Kevin, plus he’s straight” Eugene answered “No one is straight when your 7ft tall and built like a bull” Glenn smirked slapping Eugene’s thick thigh for effect “He’s not my type, too arrogant, and again he’s straight” Eugene replied, deciding to play along with what ever had come over Glenn “So you’re gonna break Kevin and Courtney up and then get the hottest girl in school to date you a big hunky nerd” Glenn’s eyebrow cocked “You say that like its a bad thing” Glenn got up from his seat, Eugene hadn’t noticed that the bell had gone for lunch and the class was emptying. Glenn jogged off to follow Courtney, so Eugene was left alone. Rhodes the math teacher called after Eugene in the emptying corridor “Eugene, how’s the college hunt going” Rhodes was a little shorter then Eugene, but was just as thick with muscle. His suit looked painted on and dangerously close to bursting. “Good, had an interview with CalTech, MIT and Cambridge” Eugene smiled “Cambridge” Rhodes nodded “Didn’t know you were thinking about going abroad, you know their systems are different to ours” “Yea I know” Eugene explained “They had me do the push up, pull up and sprint tests “ “I’m sure you will get in” Rhodes grinned “You study more then any student I’ve had, and it shows, your very smart and very big” “So are you” Eugene joked back Rhodes bounced his pecs and regretted it as the shirt popped open. “Fuck…… that’s what I get for trying to be funny” Rhode scolded himself “And forget I swore” “Done” Eugene smirked “I’m gonna get lunch, but we should talk about my other applications” “Yea we should, Harvard and Princeton have you on a weight bench while you’re interviewed” Rhodes answered while trying to pull his shirt back over his pecs “We should practice, tomorrow meet in the library at lunch, we’ll start then” “Sure thing” Eugene nodded as he jogged off towards the canteen ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene’s mates were no where to be seen when he got to the canteen, they’d probably already gone to the library to burn off some energy before gym next period. “Hey, Eugene” A soft voice asked soon after Eugene had sat down to eat It was Leon, a cute blond boy from the drama club. He was the odd mix of nerd and jock, he had the height and natural build of a jock, 5ft4 with slender shoulders. But he studied a lot, Eugene had even seen him in the library a few times, so he had a tight ripped body, one that Eugene had stared at a lot in the locker room. “Hey…” Eugene greeted the nerves obvious in his voice Leon rocked a little on his toes, like he was nervous too. What did he have to worry about, a few BurgerKings and he’d be an Abercrombie model in no time flat Eugene thought. He wore enough of their stuff, the baggy shirts and loose fitting jeans. Just Leon’s jeans hugged his ass too well, just like how Eugene wore his jeans, jus like how a nerd wore their jeans. “I was wondering if you could help me with my interview for Cambridge, I know you’re already had yours” Leon asked “Yea sure, they see how fast you run 100 meters, how long it takes to do 100 pull ups and push ups” Eugene explained “And the normal questions throughout” “Cool, what did you wear” Leon asked “I wore suits for my other interviews, but academics weren’t that big with them” “Oh, I’ve worn study shorts too all of I’m” Eugene nodded “No shirt” Leon questioned Eugene shook his head “Why would I need one, do you study with a shirt on” Leon’s eyes widened a little, Eugene couldn’t tell why, he was probably shocked at how big a nerd Eugene was. “Me and Rhodes are practicing for my other interviews tomorrow in the library at lunch, I can help you then” Eugene said stuffing a mouthful of chicken breast into his mouth “OK, but I’m wearing a shirt” Leon smiled as he walked away ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene was just finishing lunch as Glenn slid into the seat next to him. His vest was sweating and he had a massive smirk on his face. “I just jogged home and back” Glenn stated “Ok” Eugene looked at the clock “You’re slower then normal” “Really, I thought I was fast, it felt great though” Glenn smirked pulling out his phone Eugene downed the last of his lunch as Glenn started tapping away on his phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Glenn shouted, the lunch ladies jumped “What” Eugene asked calming Glenn down Glenn looked deep in thought for a moment “I’ve been playing this game, like SIMS, it lets me control THE…. I mean A world, and I did some big changes and now my game can’t undo them” Glenn explained “Just reset the game, or change things back” Eugene offered “I can’t, the game saved my changes as the default” Glenn sighed “What game does that” Eugene asked getting up to head to gym “This one apparently, but I can work around it, just need to make some more changes” Glenn smiled

    Pokemon Grow

    Jason was an avid gamer, and since he was little he’d played the Pokemon games. When Pokemon Go came out he instantly downloaded it and was nearly always out walking trying to find a rare catch or just get enough candy together to evolve his pokemon. His roommates thought it was odd, but then again they sat inside and played FIFA instead of going outside and actually kicking a ball around. The two of them joked around with him about it even now over a year since the app came out as Jason headed out of the house to try to catch a rare pokemon that had just appeared on the map. With his headphones on, music blaring and his phone clutched in his meager hands, the nerdy Jason left his friends to their game of FIFA and set out on his pokemon hunt. He was out walking for around 10 minutes, having reached the large park down the road from his house. The indicator on the app showed the blacked out but familiar shape of the pokemon he was after, and then it appeared on the main app, but it wasn’t what he was expecting. It was a glitch, just a swirl of pixels with a big question mark over it. Jason smiled slightly, it looked a lot like the old glitches that would appear on the now ancient handheld games consoles from when he was a child. He was unsure on whether he should catch it, but then wondered whether it was just an unimplemented pokemon that would reveal itself in a few weeks. So with a flick of his slender finger a pokeball went flying across the screen and caught the glitch, but it didn’t show up with his other pokemon. “Fuck” Jason muttered in his squeaky voice He then sighed and went back to catching pokemon, starting on a route around the park which he regularly took. Jason hadn’t noticed that the colours of his Pokemon Go app had changed and were still fluttering between the original colors and odder colors. As he walked he’d catch a few common pokemon just to increase his stardust, a mechanism in the app which you’d spend to power up your pokemon. With each pokemon caught, his stardust would rise and so would his height. Inch by inch Jason was getting taller, now of average height, instead of the runty 5’5 he was only 10 minutes ago. Jason didn’t notice this, still engrossed in catching pokemon. His strides were longer and he was making good time, reaching the next Pokestop must faster than he expected, it was checkpoint which gifted players with prizes. As soon as he got near enough on the map he spun the Pokestop and a few pokeballs and potions arrived in his inventory, and his hands suddenly doubled in size. Jason reacted by switching from holding his phone with both hands to just one, his now thick fingers swallowing the phone in their grasp. Jason returned to walking, his music still blaring in his ears, his meaty digits occasionally flicking across the screen of his phone to catch a Pokemon. Each time they did, he got a little taller, his cargo shorts and buttoned up shirt riding up his lengthening body. They would shake on occasion and suddenly unfold into slightly longer clothes, covering his body like he’d always been that height only for them to be undersized a few pokemon later. A Geodude appeared on his screen, it was a rock pokemon made up of a face on a large stone with two muscled rock arms erupting from either side. Jason absentmindedly tossed a ball at it, and a few shakes later the pokemon was caught. The sleeves of Jason’s shirt burst as his biceps went from 12 inch flabby stick into 20 inch bowling balls with log like forearms that now matched his massively sized hands. The tattered remains of his sleeves would reform over his rounded biceps only to burst again when the biceps flexed with every movement of his arms, it took his sleeves several turns to reform correctly over his swollen guns. Jason continued following the path around the park, his phone up to his face, his bicep straining against his shirt sleeve which was still struggling to contain the hard muscle.A Jigglypuff appeared in his path, he’d only seen three before and was trying to evolve it. His finger flicked around the screen and it was caught. The cute pink ball with a smily face and a reputation for having a great voice appeared with his other pokemon. Jason coughed, a big hand rubbing his lean throat. He then checked the Jigglypuff’s stats and it was pretty good. “Nice” he muttered, his voice booming, several birds fled into the air from a nearby tree as it echoed around the park He looked up to the birds, and then back to his phone. A few more pokemon had appeared, a Jinx, a humanoid with long glossy hair and a Hoothoot an owl with big eyes. Jason just kept walking, quickly catching the Jinx and the owl. His head suddenly itchy and his eyes watering. Jason rubbed his eyes dry with his free hand, before scratching at his head. His murky brown eyes were now a deep emerald green and his greasy short hair was now glossy with a rich dark colour and styled cut. Jason was already catching more pokemon, which only pushed his now slightly above average height even further up. He was just passing the halfway mark of his walk in the park when his phone buzzed. The symbol of an animated orange egg appeared on the screen, one of the eggs that Jason had was about to hatch. He tapped the egg and it started to shake and crack, with a flash it hatched. Revealing a new pokemon, Jason smiled with excitement and started to check out its stats. His ass though ballooned with muscle, nearly popping the pockets off the back of his cargo shorts. Two big rounded slabs of muscle, peachy yet solid. Small tears appeared in his shorts, they’d given up the struggle at holding back the boulder like glutes. Then the cargo shorts seemed to unfold fresh new fabric out of thin air, the shorts quickly going from bursting to only skin tight. Jason reached behind him and pulled at the fabric getting trapped between his immense muscle butt. As Jason walked his rounded ass shifted in his shorts, from behind the very tall boy with piercing eyes looked comical. Thin bony legs, massive meaty buns, slender back with immensely muscled arms swinging. He came the main reason he took this route, a gym, a place where one of the three teams that made up the users of Pokemon Go would battle it out for control. This gym was bright yellow and not the red of Jason’s team. He sat his meaty ass down on a bench, which groaned under the weight of the solid butt. He was about to battle the gym when a big fat blue pokemon appeared on his screen. A Snorlax, Jason had never seen one in the wild, he thought you could only get them from eggs. He instantly tried to act it, throwing berries which would raise the chances of catching it and then tossing the best pokeball he had at it. The burst out of the first ball, Jason cursed in his deep voice which nearly scared the shit out of a nearby jogger, then he tossed a second ball. The ball shook once, then twice, then a third time. He’d caught it. Jason’s size 8 feet burst out of his sneakers, sending pieces of fabric and rubber flying. They stretched out over the ground, dirt and grass rubbing against his toes as his socks tore apart. Jason’s attention turned from his new Snorlax and with a confused look he stared down to his feet, but he saw nothing wrong. His tattered shoes quickly reformed into two giant size 19 sneakers. “Must of got something in my shoe” Jason mused as he set himself up to battle the gym Another flock of birds fled from his booming voice as his app exploded with colour. His new Snorlax was already half way through the health of the gym’s first pokemon. His Snorlax fainted and was replaced with another of Jason’s pokemon, but he soon defeated the gym and took it over. “Fuck yea” he boomed, spinning the gym’s counter to get some rewards Like the Pokestop he gained a few pokeballs, potions and this time an egg. The buttons of his shirt shot outwards and across the path into the bushes. His flat chest was now two having pecs, rounded and slowly flexing with each breath. They hung above his flabby stomach, but now matched up with his thick powerful arms. He rose to his feet, now just around the well above height of 6’5. His massive feet steadied himself, Jason’s body now very uncoordinated with the uneven distribution of his mass. He found himself shaking a little, before he returned to stomping down the path. Jason’s shirt was pulling itself across his pecs, fresh buttons rubbed over the dollar sized nipples and soon buttoned themselves up when they met over the deep cleavage of his slab like pecs. The top two buttons remained undone, relieving some of the strain on the shirt. Jason kept catching pokemon as he walked, his height still increasing, a Pinsir appeared in screen. A bug pokemon with two big pincers standing upright on two stout legs. Jason’s thick fingers flicked across the screen and he caught the bug. He wasn’t struggling to walk anymore, his legs now catching up with his body. Two long tree trunks rose up from his clown feet. Solid calf muscles led to two thighs that looked larger than Jason’s chest had been when he first left for the pokemon hunt. The legs of his shorts were struggling like his sleeves had earlier, but they took loosened as more fabric appeared from nowhere.With each step his thighs flexed, deep ridges in the muscled showed and his calves tightened. Now that his legs were as powerful as nearly the rest of Jason’s chaining body his walking speed was quickening. A small cat pokemon with tanned furred appeared and Jason caught it without a second thought, he was already nearly three quarters along his route and was beginning to want to get home. Jason’s pale and spotty skin was clearing, spot vanishing into nothing but richly tanned skin that matched the cat’s fur. He spun another Pokestop, his face cracked into a new more attractive shape as a bunch of pokeballs flooded into his bag. Jason then turned his attention to a Teddiursa, a small light brown bear, it was one of his favourite pokemon, he tossed a ball and caught it. Hair erupted over his pecs, arms, legs and flabby stomach. It was thick and furry, a pelt of manly hair. It was joined by a styled beard appearing over his reshaped jaw. He scratched with his free hand at his beard, his big feet stomping as he neared the end of the park. He’d walked around the entire perimeter, as he approached the gate two more pokemon appeared, stopping him in his tracks.One was humanoid with grey skin and a muscled build, the other was a number of what looked like pink eggs with eyes. Machop and Exeggcute, he needed both, so he caught both. As he caught the Machop his gut sucked in, his shirt which had been holding back both his pecs and stomach was now billowing around his shrunken gut. Within a second the shirt tightened around his waist, the outline of six brick sized blocks showed through the shirt. Beneath the fabric Jason’s ripped abs were covered in thick hair thanks to Teddiursa.The Exeggcute caused a different change, one which actually got Jason’s attention. His balls bloated with cum, swelling well enjoy the small peanuts Jason was used to carrying between his legs. He actually had to widen his stance to make room for the egg sized nuts which were still swelling larger. Every couple steps Jason took towards the gate ended with him stopping to pull at his crotch, in a futile effort to give his big bull nuts more room. He gave up as he passed through the gate, eager to get home and take off these tight undies.His clothes changed as the app reloaded his GPS position, his shorts lengthening into torn jeans and his shirt shifting into a grey t-shirt that highlighted the ridges of his thick torso. This feet thudded against the concrete paving as he walked home, his footfalls much louder than they were when he was in the park. As he turned the onto his street a purple snake appeared on his phone. Enaks, he needed to catch one more and then he could evolve it into Arbok. Standing outside the door to his house, he tossed a ball, while his freehand fiddled with his house keys. The ball shook a couple times and then Enaks was caught. He turned his key in the lock and his cock was slowly snaking down the left leg of his jeans. It throbbed slightly as it fattened, the small baby sized 2 inch softie that Jason owned was soon a hefty 6 inch beercan of a soft cock. He stepped into the living room, where his two roommates were still playing FIFA, his cock was pulled up the leg of his jeans and stuffed into the expanded pouch of his undies. “Hey guys” he boomed at them, scratching at the hearty bulge between his legs They both just grunted, trying to look past the beastly man standing between them and the tv. None of them noticing the window panes shaking as Jason spoke. On his app the purple snake was being overtaken by light as it evolved, a large deep purple cobra replaced it. The button of Jason’s jeans burst and the zippler gave way. An immense wrist thick cock swung out, strings of precum hitting his two roommates in the face. They both just gulped, and Jason smirked down at the swinging cock, completely aware of this change. “Whoops” he chuckled As Jason caught his last pokemon of the day, a Lickitung with a long thick tongue, both his roommates slipped off the sofa with their mouths wide and their bellies starving.

    Uncommon Cold

    Being a warlock is no fun, sure there is having magical powers, getting birthday presents that make you 6ft tall instead of the 5ft nothing your genetics dictate, or getting your own back at any bully with a magical swipe of your hand, but no one mentions that when you get sick, even if it’s just a cough or a sore throat it’s a magical ailment. I came down with a cold only three days ago. Most people wouldn’t think anything of it and would just power through it, but I couldn’t. Not because I’m weak, thanks to the four times a week gym sessions my witch mother forced me to do so that I was physically strong enough to control my powers I’m in the top percentage fitness wise at my high school. The reason I can’t power through this normal, rather tame cold is because whenever I sneeze I lose control of my magic for a split second in a very embarrassing way. It first happened during one of my gym sessions after school. Greg my trainer was spotting me while I tried to break my record on the bench. I’d only just started feeling the symptoms of the cold, a slight stuffiness in my nose and the general feeling of being run down. Greg was leaning over me, his hands lightly holding the bar just incase my arms gave way. He was giving encouragement, while I was turning red trying to push out one more rep. I just made the rep and Greg was just about to crouch down a little to pull the bar up for me when I sneezed, just a short simple sneeze. The next thing I know was the sight of a long tube of flaccid cock running down the leg of Greg’s gym shorts, and the lowering bulge of two swollen nuts straining against the crotch of the gym shorts. For a few second Greg’s bull like balls rested on my forehead, I could feel the heat coming off them, I could feel the soft length of his cock running done the side of my face. I knew Greg wasn’t the most well endowed of men, I’d seen him in the gym showers. This piece of farm animal sized meat was new, and I’d gifted it to him with a sneeze. On the bus back from the gym my symptoms were popping up thick and fast, I’d already sneezed a few times between giving Greg a horsecock and climbing onto the bus. I’m sure at least 6 guys were now swinging some very impressive meat. I was sitting feeling my body overheating a little. I wiped some sweat from my forehead, my arm hitting the leg of a suited man standing right next to me. I apologised quickly and he nodded, smiling nicely, obviously he could see I coming down with something. I leaned back in my seat, the suited man being pushed by the packed bus into my personal space. Like most people I didn’t like being cramped like a sardine, but it got worse when I covered my nose and sneezed. My vision was suddenly half blocked by the pin striped bulge of the suited man. It hung out from his crotch and he even scratched the hefty bulge absentmindedly, like he’d been born with what looked like a beer can fat 8 inch softie and two very fat balls straining against his expensive suit pants. I spent the entire trip staring at it and holding back another sneeze. Once I was home, I got myself dosed on every drug I could find and hoped my cold was gone before school tomorrow. It wasn’t gone and it had only gotten worse. Thankfully I’d been able to hold off sneezing all day, till gym class came around. Being one of the more physically fit students I was placed in a group with nearly every jock in my year. Which was the worse possible mix of people, imagine being surrounded by some of most arrogant, most athletic and most beautiful people you know only for a magical sneezing fit to happen and giving some of the least deserving people around massive fat bull dicks. I told my mother about turning the football, wrestling and swim teams into human salami machines and she agreed I needed to stay at home till I was better, she gave me a mix of magical remedies to speed up my recovery and told my numerous sisters not to bring their boyfriends home, no matter how much they wanted too. So here we are in the present, my cold in full swing. At least two dozen men with changed lives going around like they have always been swinging goliath sex meat. It was only my first day off school and I was already bored, my best friend Matias had been texting me all day. I’d talked him off coming to visit. Or I thought I had, he just suddenly appeared at my bedroom window. He would climb through my window sometimes late at night and we would hang out. “Hey” he greeted, taking his normal seat on my desk chair “You shouldn’t be here” I told him, my voice nasally He waved me off “No, its cool, I have an amazing immune system” Matias smiled and leaned back on my chair, pushing out the crotch of his red pants. My eyes narrowed a little, my nose tickled slightly. An overpowering smell of cologne wafted off Matias and he never wore cologne. “Matias….” I went to question He stopped me “You know since you got sick I’ve noticed something” I stopped dead and he smiled wider. “Every time I see one of the jocks walking around like they have an elephant trunk in there pants I get this headache, and I think its because they didn’t have bulges like that a few days ago” he mused He smirked, pushing his crotch out further. “And I think its linked to all the other weird thing that happen around you and your family” I gulped, I’d been warned that the longer I hung around people, the closer I got to them the more likely they were that they’d become immune to the glamour effects of magic. Before I could say anything the tickling in my nose became to much and I sneezed. Mathias sighed “There it is” he scratched at the now immense bulge in his pants He stood up and stepped over to me. The bulge rolling around with each step. I just stared, and sneezed a few more times, the cologne setting my nose off. “I knew something was up with you” He smiled, climbing onto my bed He straddled me, one lean red pant leg either side of me. His bulge inches from my face. He slowly unzipped his pants and with one hand heaved out a soft but mouthwatering fat cock. “So if a cold makes you give guys big dicks, I wonder what other illnesses will make you do” I looked up with worried, betrayed, but hungry eyes. “Like maybe a bruised sore throat will make me taller or something” he laughed pushing his new monster cock between my lips

    Pizza Night

    “You didn’t have to make me dinner” Yuri said His boyfriend Drake appeared in the living room with a tray, a homemade pizza glistened on it. The fat and grease bouncing the light from the overhead lamp in the most delicious way possible. Drake was shirtless again, showing off his toned stomach and chest. The red cap that Yuri had brought him for christmas was turned back on his silky smooth hair and dark sweats hung low on his trim hips. Drake smiled lightly, eye twinkling. Everything about him glowed now, his glossy hair, his tanned skin, his sparkling white teeth. He was just perfect. “No, I did” Drake explained as Yuri sat down on the sofa to watch TV The sofa creaked under Yuri’s bulk, unlike Drake he was lump of a man, and none of it muscle. Drake joined him on the sofa, placing the tray on Yuri’s substantial belly. Yuri started to eat and Drake snuggled close to him, the boy’s model like face pressed against Yuri’s flabby shoulder. Between mouthfuls of pizza Yuri muttered “This is really good” Drake smirked, his eyes on the TV though “I know, it is my third attempt though” Yuri chuckled, Drake had always been a bad cook. “I just wanted to make it up to you after…..” he paused Yuri finished the sentence “After you changed” The couple went quiet, only the sound of Yuri chewing and the TV could be heard. Three days ago Yuri returned from work to find his unemployed boyfriend wasn’t a greasy lard ass anymore, he was a walking wet dream. Drake had used some special words and a mix of household items to create a magic potion which had changed every physical detail about him. Seems you can find anything on the internet these days. Yuri was furious, Drake wasn’t the nerdy guy he fell in love with, he was like the gorgeous guys who never looked at Yuri twice. Drake though settled Yuri’s worries, Drake said he didn’t care how Yuri looked. Drake had changed his entire body for himself, he wasn’t like Yuri, he wasn’t confident in how he looked. Yuri understood that, it had taken him years to come to terms with how he looked, but he still was worried that Drake would leave him. Drake broke the silence “You know I’m not going to leave you” Yuri nodded, his mouth full of another slice of pizza, he’d already eaten half of it. “Though are you sure you don’t want to change yourself” he asked hopefully Yuri shook his head, he and Drake had already had this conversation. “Ok……” Drake bit his lip, rubbing his hand down Yuri’s flabby legs “Well don’t be angry” Yuri almost choked on the pizza, Drake hadn’t made the pizza to make up with him, Drake had made it to change him. Yuri threw the tray off his stomach, Drake slipped back to the far side of the sofa. “You fucking tricked me” Yuri shouted Drake just looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He made himself so damn cute, Yuri could feel his anger dying down. Yuri sighed “Ok, what did you do” Drake smiled widely and started to explain in quick sentences. “So…I added a shit tonne of beef, for muscle” Drake even flexed his own nicely toned arm for effect “The cheese is a mix of various European cheeses, should give you a good mixed look” Yuri while listening rested his hand on his bloated stomach, he noticed his shirt wasn’t as strained as it normally was. The change had already started. Drake was still explaining “Ohhhhhhh and extra salami for…. well, your salami” Yuri couldn’t help but chuckle. Drake shrugged “You know I’m a size queen” Yuri looked at the tray on the floor, luckily what was left of the pizza hadn’t landed on the carpet, a carpet which the unemployed Drake hadn’t vacuumed yet. Drake saw where he was looking. “Yea, you probably should finish eating it” Drake nodded “What you ate would make you about my size, but I would like to have to look up at you again” Yuri smiled, Drake had been a few inches shorter then him before, now the gorgeous boy looked his chubby boyfriend in the eye. “How big” Yuri asked getting up to grab the pizza Drake bit his lip again, Yuri just waited for a reply while he ate the last of the magic pizza. “Well…. I brought you some size 22 sneakers if that gives you any hint to your new height” Drake smirked Yuri just gulped the last bite of the crust a little worried about what was about to happen to him.
  17. “How many is that” I asked my best friend Greg He was perched on one of the benches, soaking wet and huddled away from the cold. A thick hooded coat protecting him from the rain, while I was in some skintight athletic gear. “17″ He stated “You’re not even winded yet are you” I shook my head “I think I can go for another dozen laps” “Damn…..” Greg looked up from under his wet hood He was like how I’d been before the change, short and skinny. Looks wise I’d been plain and spotty, whereas Greg was adorable in a dorky sort of way. Now though I was tough, sculpture and as solid as a rock. We’d even tested it, a day after I’d changed Greg hit me a couple times with a baseball bat, the wooden one broke, then the metal one dented. I wasn’t sure how it had happened, but I woke up and was suddenly taller then doors and built like a brick wall. The first couple hours were just me getting to know this new body, then Greg called me, some girl had gained powers and used them accidentally, it was all over the news, many thought it was a hoax, but I told Greg what had happened to me. He had all sorts of theories, aliens, the government, solar flares. He was even more sold on it being the government when they announced the existence of super-humans yesterday after some guy lost control and destroyed a city block. Greg had gone crazy over it, he’d already worked out that I was super fast and super strong and he was convinced I could fly. He wanted me to become a superhero, so that’s how we ended up in the rain, with me doing laps to test my stamina. I wasn’t sold on the idea, I just wanted to finish high school and play video games. Though the new body was nice, but banging my head on doorways was an annoyance. The real prize was bouncing between my legs, a rounded heavy bulge where there hadn’t been one a week ago. I slowed down, I was hidden behind some trees. Greg couldn’t see me. I heaved out my cock, it slapped with a meaty thud against my thighs. I smiled down at it, I’d barely let it go soft since I woke up with it tenting my bed sheets moments after the legs failed on my bed causing it to crash to the floor waking up the entire house. Though I’d had to give up jerking it when Greg was around. I grip[ed my soft cock and started to jerk, my hands going like lightning. Just a whirlwind of movement as my cock went from soft to rock hard in seconds flat, already throbbing from the super fast hand job I was giving myself. Super-speed was fun. I leaned my head back, the rain pelting my chiselled face. Fuck being a superhero, fuck fighting super villains, I’d settle for doing this 24/7. I let out a gasp as my cock exploded, cum splattering over a nearby tree. The first couple shots even chipped away at the bark. I took in some deep breaths, that had winded me a little. I forced my softening cock back into my pants. I could go for another round, but Greg would get suspicious. I started running back, darting pass 17 trees all coated in cum from my previous laps.

    Big Wes Gets Shrunk

    Wes pulled at the skin tight fabric of his blueish speedo, it was riding up again, pulling close to his overdeveloped muscle ass. Not to mention the farm animal sized bulge hanging low between his meaty thighs. He rolled his shoulders and pulled his lips up into a cocky smirk. With one more tug of his speedo he stepped out of the hut and onto the beach. Wes jogged down the beach front, all eyes on him and his heavily built hairy chest as the two pec muscles bounced, though a number of eyes stared with drool on their lips as his speedo strained with each thudding step down the sandy shore. He knew how beastly he was, a hair under 7ft8 and over 300lbs of pure muscle. Wes had always been a prime piece of eye candy, and he knew it. Wes had spent around half an hour just moving up and down the beach, stopping to stretch out his huge arms and to bend down and touch his toes so his meaty ass was flexed to the delight of a peering beachgoer. It was during one of these stops when he felt a sharp sting shoot up his ankle, it caused his hefty calf muscle to seize up and Wes fell to one knee. Wrapped around his size 22 foot was a brightly coloured jelly fish, it’s long tendrils had wrapped around his ankle and the main body sat atop his wide foot. The gentle lapping of the waves cooled the pain slightly, but the jelly fish seemed to pulse and the pain was throbbing in time with the pulsating jiggling body latched onto his foot. “Fuck” Wes bellowed, a few gulls jumped into fight as his voice travelled down the beach He gingerly pulled at the tendrils, the jellyfish stinging each of his thick fingers as he did. Once his ankle and foot were free he rose quickly and kicked the pulsing jellyfish into the ocean. It flew far and Wes could barely see it or its splash as it landed into the churning sea. Wes gave his foot a once over. It wasn’t inflamed, or red, and the pain had even subsided. He just shook it off as an oddity, something to tell his roommates. Wes was slightly shaken though, the incident had knocked him off his cocky stride. Wes stood tall, rolled his shoulders and gave his swollen bull balls a heft before starting back to the beach hut to change and head home. Around half way back to the hut Wes noticed the bouncing of his meaty chest muscles wasn’t as buoyant as normal, looking down he gasped. His forest of richly coloured chest hair was gone and he could see his feet for the first time since he was 17. He stood still, his hand feeling up the softer, flatter plains of this chest. Then tracing the ridges of his abs, they too were different. Not as deeply cut as before, and they’d lost the forest of hair that had coated them to perfection. He looked around, no eyes on him anymore. Not even an odd stare, no one had noticed Wes’ magnificent hard earned muscles deflate. Two teenagers jogged pass him, both heading towards the water. They were lean, spotty and like looked like most teenagers, but they towered above Wes. He almost gasped he was over 7ft tall, these boys must be both at least 8ft. Then another beachgoer passed, they where much taller then Wes as well. “I’m smaller” he gasped in realisation Then he gasped again, his voice was soft and chimed like a bell, not the fog horn boom it had been. He looked around worried, pulling his arms close, trying to hide his lean chest from view. He started to run back to the hut. His feet weren’t making thuds any more, his weight having dropped over 200lbs. His speedos which should of been slipping down his diminishing thighs weren’t. His massive meaty ass and hefty horsecock kept them from falling to his ankles. Wes was still running, his change of stature having knocked his sense of distance off. He had no idea how far the huts were anymore, his shorter lean legs having run for what felt like miles. His short styled brown hair was now longer and bouncing in front of his eyes as he ran, so he never saw the body board on the sand ahead of him. Wes tripped and landed on the board, his hard muscle ass softened and even plumped up as he fell. It cushioned his fall and caused the now boyish Wes to bounce a little as he landed. Before Wes could pull himself up a shadow fell over him, a tall, broad dark skinned man stood over him. His massive hands on his hips and a red speedo bulging immensely before Wes’ eyes. “You ok little man” the man boomed Wes swallowed nervously, his own oversized bulge deflating, which it seemed to do as the huge man spoke. The speedo now tight against his flat crotch, though at the back his heavy ass cheeks peeked out the top of blueish speedo. “I’m ok” Wes answered his voice musical As Wes spoke the huge black could of swore that the boys lips plumped up. His eyes widened and one of his huge hands gave his heavy black nuts a scratch through his speedo. Wes swallowed nervously again as the huge man offered a hand, Wes knew it wouldn’t be the last time he swallowed today.

    Heroes Suck

    “What are you doing” I asked as my little brother pulled his shirt off “I’m hot” he replied His perfect chest came into view, golden tanned and lightly dusted with hair. His pecs bounced slightly as he pulled off the shirt. His abs flexed as he breathed. “Well you shouldn’t of carried me off from home and ran us to….” I looked around “Where ever this is” “Hong Kong” My brother Quinn answered “Wait, you took me over the Pacific Ocean” I asked dumbstruck Ever since my brother got superpowers from that faulty X-Ray machine I was constantly being surprised by his actions. He wiped his shirt over his sweaty chest and turned his baseball cap backwards. “Yea, over the Rockies and across the Pacific Ocean” Quinn smiled with his all-American boy sparkling teeth “You said you wanted Green Tea” I couldn’t help but smile, my anger at being shanghaied half way across the world vanished at his thoughtless thoughtfulness. Quinn did have moments when he was a very sweet little brother, like when he jumped into orbit to catch me a shooting star during the Perseid meteor shower. Or when he ran across the Pacific to pick me up a copy of a video game on its release day from Sydney and ran it back to me so I could play it hours before any of my friends. Then Quinn made me forget about all the nice things he’s ever done. He wrung out his sweaty red shirt over the cup of green tea that had just been placed in front of me. It started to overflow with his sweat. “Drink up bro” Quinn smirked I grimaced, his bright blue eyes watched me, waiting for me to drink. I could see red flaring up, like he would burst me into flames using his laser vision if I didn’t drink the cup. Reluctantly I picked the cup up and took a sip. Quinn just burst out laughing. “Can’t believe you did that” he boomed, slapping his meaty thighs with his skull crushing sized hands I wiped the foul tasting liquid from my lips. “Of cause I did, you used your laser vision on a criminal for not kissing your boots only two days ago” I retorted Quinn shrugged, almost proud of what he’d done. “But you’re my brother, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you” he ruffled my hair and then pushed his tea over to me He jumped up and started to walk around the small tea house before heading onto the street. I just sat and drank my tea, best to let Quinn do what he wanted. It wasn’t like I could stop him, he was over a foot taller then me. Also he was at least two hundred pounds heavier and all of it was super dense steel bending muscle. I heard the familiar sound of a car being flipped, it must of got in Quinn’s way. I turned slightly in my chair just to keep an eye on him. He’d pushed a parked car out of the way so that he could get to a very pretty Chinese girl. They kissed, she seemingly taken in by his muscled torso, which I was beginning to think had hypnotic pecs. Crowds has gathered, mostly young and horny guys and girls. The older people had the sense to flee. The Mighty Quinn would save you if you were in trouble, but he’d except a blowjob or more if you were hot enough. And it looked like the growing crowd was more then ready to get saved by Quinn, some even looked like they were going to jump into traffic to force the issue. I finished my tea, I tried to pay but the tea house workers refused to take my money. They must be scared of Quinn, which was good for once as I only had dollars on me. I had to dodge news vans as I crossed the road. Quinn was attracting more and more attention. “Quinn” I shouted from the edge of the crowd He looked over to me, thanks to being over 7ft tall he could see over the nearly hundred strong crowd of fans. Quinn started towards me, picking up a few fans as he approached. I sighed seeing where this was going. “Hey…. I’m gonna have to leave you here for a little bit” he offered with false apology in his voice I pointed to the very excited looking girls on his cannon ball sized shoulders “What you gotta save those girls from their virginity” Quinn smiled ear to ear “Wow, are you sure you’re not a clairvoyant” With that he crouched and then sprung hundreds of feet into the air, the wind washed over my face and even knocked some unprepared people over. I saw the shirtless body of my brother fly off into the clouds. I looked around, I was barely seventeen and stuck in Hong Kong, with all of 4 dollars in my pocket and no passport. It was like Lake Victoria all over again.
  20. From his bedroom window Eugene waved goodnight to his neighbor and school friend Glenn like he always did before he went to sleep, but Glenn didn’t wave back. Eugene watched him for a few moments, he was slumped over his desk typing furiously, which was odd Eugene thought, Glenn was a console guy. He hardly touched his PC. Glenn and Eugene had been friends for years, they shared a love of gaming and comics, which when added to their small stature and general wimpiness made them uncrowned nerd royalty. But Glenn had hit the genetic mother-load, he was just about average, and he wouldn’t have been a target for bullying if he didn’t hang around with Eugene, but he never abandoned Eugene when the jocks came every day at school for their pound of flesh. Eugene gave up trying to get Glenn’s attention and slipped into bed, his old baggy spider-man top and pajama shorts hiding his skinny body from view. Eugene quickly fell asleep, the bright light from Glenn’s computer not effecting him at all. It was nearly two hours before the light faded and Glenn finally finished playing with his new Chronivac. ———————————————————————- Next morning Eugene woke and stretched, his top split as his wide lats flexed, the sleeves finally gave in and burst as he brought his tree trunk arms up into double bicep pose. This shirt had put up a good fight, he usually woke up with his top in tatters, his small sleep flexes having torn it to pieces. He slumped back onto his pillows, the bed creaking under his weight. Eugene gazed down his long, thick body and at the monstrous tent rising from his crotch. Why did I have to be so hung, Eugene thought, why couldn’t I be like my brother and have a hamsterdick, some guys just have all the luck. Eugene sighed and rose from his bed, he bounced his pecs and the final tatters of his shirt fell to the floor. He noted that the 12pack of pajamas was empty and would need a refill, he’ll have to ask his mother to grab another pack. She’d complain, but she understood, Eugene was self conscious, even alone he was worried about his heavily built nerd body. Eugene pulled on a shirt and did one button up at the collar to hide his pecs, any more and they’d probably pop off during class. He wore XXL, but he was really an XXXL, he didn’t want to wear the fashionable baggy clothes, what if he grew into them, he was huge enough as it was. He tore off his pajama bottoms and gave his footlong horse cock a couple tugs. He though back to yesterday when the jocks pulled down Jimmy’s pants during gym, they all laughed and mocked his fat beer can cock, he could only imagine what they would say about his monster. “WAKE UP HORSECOCK” Matt his big brother called from outside “I’m up” Eugene sighed as he gave up with his morning wank He hated his big brother, Matt was a jock and it showed, he was barely over 5ft and as skinny as a rail, a perfect quarterback. He’d always teased Eugene about his big cock and heavily muscled body. But he was in college now, and wasn’t around the house that much, so Eugene got a breather from the bullying in his own house. He tucked his softening fat dick into his Thor briefs, the picture of the blond hero stretched out by his bull nuts. Eugene quickly checked his emails, the usually spam about muscle loss drinks and penis reduction pills littered the page, he deleted them, nothing could help him, he was just meant to be a hunk. Downstairs Matt wolfed down his cereal and sniggered at the sight of Eugene’s heavy bulge bounce as his little bro thudded down the stairs. “Fuck your such a nerd” Matt moaned “Couldn’t you at least try not to be so huge” Eugene blushed and shrugged his massive shoulders “I do try” Matt grunted, his slender feet swinging above the ground from his perch on the kitchen stool. Eugene crouched down to put on his shoes, Matt sniggered again as the shirt was pulled thread bare over his vast back, his powerful muscle ass pulling the jeans taunt over itself. Eugene remembered the conversation he heard between Kevin the football team captain and his jock mates last week. “Size four, just like the guys in the NFL” Kevin boasted after one of his buddies asked about his tiny feet Eugene’s confidence dropped to rock bottom as he looked down at the giant boots that cradled his wide size 20 feet. He finished and flung his bag over his shoulder, without a goodbye or breakfast he vanished out the door. ———————————————————————- “Hey Glenn” Eugene boomed Glenn was standing in the middle of his yard with a confused look on his face and a hand caressing his pec through his shirt. “Holy shit, Eugene is that you” he asked Eugene blushed again “What other 7ft nerd could it be” Glenn went quiet for a moment. Eugene looked at his friend and envied him, like how he wore XL shirts, like how he didn’t need to duck through doors. He was so close to normal, but he was still a friend, a protector against the jocks. He could usually talk them down, he could of been one of them if he didn’t study so much. Eugene’s stomach rumbled and his large hand slapped down on his solid eight pack. “I’ve missed breakfast, and Matt’s home….” Eugene started “Burger King” Glenn offered, he looked to be deep in thought “No….. I’m not eating at some expensive health food place” Eugene bellowed as the two hunks started towards town “We’re eating at Cesare Salad Palace, I need something green and unhealthy in me” Eugene’s long muscled legs kept him ahead of Glenn and he didn’t see the wide eyed shock on the confused stud’s face, or the little cocky smirk that was spreading over his chiseled features. Glenn was only just working out how the world worked now.

    Tumblr Refugee

    Some of you might know of me as Abs who ran a caption tumblr for a few years, but now I’m out on the barren internet wastes looking for a new home. Just giving this a try, I’ll probably post a few of my old stories here first. I’m gonna set up another blog somewhere else, but this is a great place to start.

    Liquid Manhood- Chapter Three

    Thanks for all the comments, part four should be up by the weekend at the earliest. Read Part One HERE Read Part Two HERE Liquid Manhood Chapter Three “You are in very good health Mr Wington” the doctor finally said after poking and checking Barrett out for nearly an hour The doctor had seemed to take a great deal of pleasure in having Barrett strip, the older man’s hands running along the ridges of Barrett’s stomach and chest. Ridges that to most people would of been considered amazing to possess, but Barrett knew they weren’t as cut as they had been last week. “We’ll have to wait for the test results to come back in a few days, but from what I can tell you are a fit healthy man in his early 20s” the doctor added, flicking through a chart Barrett looked the doctor in his almost-orange-with-fake-tan face, annoyance plastered over Barrett’s handsome, but exhausted features. “Nearly two months back when you gave me my start of the year physical you said I was the most healthy person you’d ever saw” Barrett explained Even back then the doctor has spent more time than he needed to feel out Barrett’s body. He remembered the doctor fingering each solid brick of Barrett’s abs. Shaking off the memory of the obvious groping he heaved himself off the examination table, pulling at the bottom of his shirt to hide his still amazingly ripped abs. He’d been doing it more and more recently, he just had this thought in the back of his head that he was on display, like he was suddenly all self conscious. He even dug out an old long sleeved shirt from his closet to hide the thick toned pillars he called arms. The Barrett Wington who had always tried to not wear a shirt suddenly didn't want anyone to look at him. “Yes…well Mr Wington, that was last month” the doctor replied “You still are in very good shape, and very good health” There it was, ’very good’, not ‘amazing’ or ‘incredible’. Barrett was used to being perfect, ‘very good’ was a demotion. “Like I said when you arrived and when you called last week” the doctor continued “You might just have a bug, happens a lot in the first few months of the academic year” Barrett just nodded, the doctor was most likely right. A virus or infection was the only explanation for how Barrett felt, and how it seemed the entire football team were feeling the same. The doctor handed Barrett a small box of pills. “Takes these twice a day” the doctor said “Should give your immune system a little boost” Barrett just nodded again, finding it harder to find his voice, like he was getting nervous around people. As he left the doctor called back “Come back in a few days, we’ll have your results then, but remember to take it easy.” Barrett ignored him and slowly walked back to the frat house, scratching at his crotch the entire way. His jock strap was still itchy, even though he’d had it washed everyday since the itching started. He probably shouldn't wear it anymore, but he just couldn't get comfy in other underwear. It was like he’d gotten used to the itchy jock. Going to the local clinic felt like a waste of time, he’d felt like shit all week. It had messed with his workouts, even football practice had been terrible. Coach Peters nearly burst a vein bellowing at the failing athletes, and at Barrett especially. But Barrett had a horrible thought in the back of his mind, a virus could cause every symptom he had. It would cause the soreness, the exhaustion, the failure to be an active jock, but even with Barrett’s basic knowledge of biology he knew that nothing could make your feet a size smaller. He stared at his feet as he walked, both out of a want not to make eye contact with others and to also examine his feet. Barrett’s size 15 sneakers were feeling loose. Maybe it was time Barrett pulled out his old size 14s. Barrett’s next step ended up with his shoe being left behind. His eyes widened and Barrett quickly slipped his foot back into the too big sneaker. His pace quickened and he crossed his meaty arms over his still impressive chest defensively, on second thought he’d borrow a frat bro’s size 13s. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Chris and Melvin sat in the greasy pizzeria just outside of campus, huddled in a booth a back. The red leather seats fraying and the table still stained from the meals of the last few dozen diners. The dingy restaurant was Paulie’s Pizza, a place famous on campus as the go to place for a cheap meal, just as long as you liked pizza. Paulie, if that was his name was a Persian who clothes were always stained with pizza grease, he was as Italian as Super Mario. But Melvin had to admit he did make a good pizza. The nerdy student was chowing down on a large slice of pepperoni. Chris just stared over his expensive sunglasses at the other students in the restaurant, tightly held in his hand was a specimen cup of emerald green liquid, it was the elixir. A week had passed since they'd started collecting the liquid by draining the football team and Chris had finally decided to test the elixir out on a human. Melvin’s roommate had been very encouraged by the change to Burt the cactus, and even more encouraged by the change in the football team. Everyday Chris would describe all the small changes he’d seen in the athletes, he barely breathed as he hurried out the sighting of Barrett Wington’s shoe falling off his foot yesterday. Melvin was sure that Chris has jerked off that night thinking about Barrett’s feet shrinking. “See anyone yet” Melvin said between bites of pizza Chris nodded with a small smirk on his lips. “Stefan, that German student who's staying for a semester” Chris said in a quiet voice Melvin craned his head around to look for Stefan, he wasn't being subtle. Stefan was sitting at one of the tables in the middle of the restaurant, he was alone and clicking on his phone. He was fair skinned and very blonde. How Melvin imagined all Germans to look, he was lean, but probable had a very average body under his loose hoody. “Why him” Melvin asked returning his gaze to Chris Chris shook his head at Melvin, angry at Melvin’s obvious stares. He explained slowly and with fierce patronisation in his voice “Stefan is the best candidate because he’ll be returning to Germany in a month” Melvin nodded, his voice a little shaken by Chris’ mild anger “So his change won’t attract much attention” Chris nodded and then pulled himself out of the booth. Melvin watched Chris slip past the tables and other patrons, he passed the counter where plates of food waited for the waiters to delivery them to their tables. As he passed Chris poured the sample cup of elixir over one of the plates. Chris quickly vanished into restaurant restroom, always trying not to draw suspicion. Melvin again with his eyes obviously pointed at Stefan watched the short dark haired waiter with a name tag reading ‘Zack’ place a plate of elixir soaked pineapple pizza at Stefan’s table. Chris returned, maybe walking a little too fast. He slapped Melvin on the shoulder to get him to stop staring at Stefan. Melvin looked down at his half eaten pizza slice, picking at the stringy cheese. He heard Chris swear under his breath. “What” Melvin asked without looking “He fucking left” Chris muttered, slapping the table, no one looked towards the bang in the loud restaurant Melvin looked over to Stefan’s table, and it was empty. The pizza hadn't been touched. “Looks like he got a text, and he just left” Chris explained “The idiot paid for the pizza and everything” “So…another target” Melvin asked Chris nodded “Yea….I’ll do some more searching and find someone to dose” The two roommates got up and left, Chris muttering about how stupid people were and how they never did what they should do. Chris not even letting Melvin finish his pizza. Neither of them noticing Zack the waiter with the greasy olive toned skin return to clean the table, or how Zack even though he hated pineapple eagerly ate the abandoned elixir soaked pizza on his way back to the kitchen as Paulie didn't let his waiters have a lunch break. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Sean kept pulling at his shirt, but not because it was tight or because it was riding up his belly. He was pulling at it because it was loose, it hung around his neck and stomach. For the first time in years he was standing in front of and checking himself out in a mirror. The sink below it was flushed lime green, Sean had just washed his mouth out with Mountain Dew. He’d noticed the bottle was a darker green than normal, and the taste was a little different. More savory, almost salty, maybe he’d just picked up a soon to be out of date bottle. The strange tasting beverage wasn’t taking up much of Sean’s attention though, the sight in the mirror was more interesting. Even though he looked just like he always remembered, ginger, chubby and below average, there was something different. He wasn't as plump as before, his face and neck were thinner. There was even the hint of some bone structure peaking through. Nearly every piece of clothing he owned felt looser, except for his shoes. He looked leaner, healthier, like he’d been eating right. Which was wrong, the take out boxes in the trash can a few feet away saw to that. Sean had always thought he could do with losing some weight, and the mirror was proving him right. He just didn't have the mind and will to do it. But he liked the new him looking back from the mirror. Slimmer, eyes a little brighter and not a spot in sight on his pale skin. He even seemed to be holding himself taller. He turned from the mirror and swung his shoulder bag on, it was stuffed with books, but Sean could hardly feel the weight. With a smile on his face, and without his usual setup of headphones blasting music to repel any social interaction he headed out of his room for the campus library. Sean made sure his door was locked and walked straight into a raven haired boy. It was Chris from next-door, close behind him was a quiet blond nerdy boy. Sean didn't know his name, but had seen him enough times to know he was Chris’ roommate. Chris stepped back from Sean, quickly scanning who it was who’d bumped into him. Sean smiled politely at both boys, the blond with the crooked nose smiled back. Chris though stepped forward so he was inches away from Sean, staring him down. Sean surprised himself and almost laughed at the lithe boy’s attempt at intimidation. “What do you think you’re doing” Chris sneered down at Sean The taller boy stared down at him from behind expensive designer glasses. Sean had guessed that Chris was about 6ft tall when he first saw him moving in a few weeks back, but now Sean was maybe an inch shorter then him. This revelation caused a shot of excitement to drop right into Sean’s balls, he’d gotten taller. He’d never in his wildest dreams thought he’d reach 6ft, and he was now a hair’s length away. “I’m heading to the library” Sean explained knocking himself out of his thoughts, and surprising himself with how confident he sounded. Suddenly Chris’ slightly angular face softened “Oh, you mean the Haber Library” Sean nodded, knowing this was leading somewhere. Chris just smiled with perfectly straight pearly whites. The blond boy sighed in relief, Chris must get angry at the drop of a hat. “My last name is Haber you know” Chris stated grandly Sean just shook his head at the arrogant dark haired boy. Chris was attractive by anyone’s standards, but the speed at which he could switch from mild anger to lording something over someone else turned Sean off the high cheekboned student. Chris flicked his glossy black fringe “Yes, we’re an old family, been going to this college since its founding” Sean again just nodded, adding an ‘oh really’ for good measure. He could feel his cock hardening as he stared at Chris’ pretty face, his libibo had been sky high the last few days. He felt dirty getting hard over such an arrogant jerk. “We Habers were here long before the Wingtons” Chris continued rolling his eyes at the dorm room corridor “This shit hole is all they can throw together” Sean remembered the dorm room was named Wington Dormitory, he also remembered that some guy on the football team was called Wington. He then thought ‘It’s a shit hole you live in Chris’ but he stopped himself. Chris gave Sean a friendly slap on the shoulder, it didn't jiggly like it would of a week ago. “Have a good one” Chris smiled widely, seemingly having forgotten the earlier insult Sean watched Chris and the blond vanish into their dorm room. He chuckled to himself and head out, even whistling a little tune. As he left the main doors of the dormitory his nostrils flared and his cock throbbed. There was something rich and musky in the air. He followed it. The thick stench led to the trash cans, they were piled high with trash, having not been emptied this week. Perched on a slant between two black trash bags was a cactus. A large green cactus with a dark red flower atop it. Sean liberated the plant from the trash and inhaled deeply. He only got the small whiff putrid trash, the rest of his sinuses were filled with the musk rising off the cactus. Sean hid the potted cactus behind the trash cans, he’d return for it after he’d finished in the library. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Zack Buffone, like a lot of wait staff was a drama major, and like a lot of drama majors he never imagined he’d be a waiter. But he needed the money, college didn't pay for itself, especially when you had a father disappointed at your life choices. His dorm room in the Wington Building was like most other dorm rooms, two beds, a shared desk and with the simple decorations that each of the roommates had placed around to make it feel like home. Zack had placed a few posters on the wall above his bed, all of them for Broadway musicals. Rent, Wicked and Les Miserables to be specific. His roommate Lance, a golden blonde beach boy had two posters one an idolised version of his native San Diego and the other of some band that Zack was sure he only had up because it was the ‘in’ thing to do. Zack and Lance were different people, Lance naturally athletic, he’d even taken to lacrosse at the start of the year like he was born for it. While Zack was creative, and desperately trying to make a name for himself in the college drama department. They rarely talked, but they had talked it had always been civil, mostly about how to log onto the college computer system, or about their neighbour and his noisy arguments with his girlfriend. But right now their shared room looked like a tornado had torn through it. A neatly kept pile of Lance’s business books had been strewn across the desk. The desk chair had been knocked over and Lance’s mattress had been partly pulled off of the bed’s base. On Zack’s bed lay the tattered remains of his Paulie’s Pizzeria workshirt, like something had burst out of it. Sweat had drenched the sheets and the mattress appeared to be permanently imprinted by the sudden weight of a much too large occupant. The air was thick with the ripe smell of fresh cum and the sound of flesh slapping flesh bounced off the walls. A layer of musk was descending over the dorm room, the odour of sweat and muscle. Zack was standing at the small sink and mirror that all dorm rooms in the Wington building had. This wasn’t the Zack who’d waited tables the day before, the Zack who’d come home in a sweat and collapsed exhausted onto his bed, the Zack who was already feeling the effects of the cup of elixir he’d been accidentally dosed with. A cocky smirk lined his newly chiseled face, his right arm up and flexing. He wasn’t skinny anymore, his arm was thick with muscle. The rounded bicep bulging with the slightest movement. The rest of his body was just as big as his arm. His hand every now and then would grope at the meaty pecs he now owned, his entire body shining with a hearty olive tone. His black hair was glossy and now ran over his boulder like shoulders. Zack now towered above his dorm room, having grew over half a foot. He guessed he had to be at least 6’5 now, and with over a 100lbs of extra mass. Since nothing of his would fit him he’d steal something from Lance’s closet. He doubted anything of Lance’s would be anything but skintight. He was excited, barely thinking about what could've caused his growth. He was too busy stretching out his new muscles. Zack had tried out a number of poses, learning how to get his new muscles to listen to his commands. Lance though was having a completely different experience. Between Zack's newly thickened muscle thighs and with his head painfully banging against the sink was Lance. His hazel eyes bloodshot and teary, his jaw sore and Zack’s monstrous horsedick stretching out and down his throat. Zack’s rounded bare ass flexed with each thrust as he fucked his roommates struggling mouth. Lance had given up punching at Zack’s thighs and ass after the second load of cum had been shot down his gullet. Zack left hand was gripping tightly to Lance’s golden locks, “Fuck…….” Zack said for maybe the dozenth time His voice was deeper, richer and oozed confidence. An almost natural authority, it was how he’d got Lance onto his knees after their brief struggle. The smaller blonde boy didn't know how to pick a fight. He’d punched Zack in his steel hard abs, probably thinking Zack had broken into the room. He remembered asking what Lance wanted, the blondes eyes on Zack's bulge. The newly grown muscle man cupped his crotch, the blonde's eyes only widened. Then something just clicked into place in Zack’s head and he grabbed Lance by the throat and tossed him onto the floor. He cock slapped Lance’s beach tanned face a few times, then went to force open Lance's mouth, only to find it already opened wide. That was nearly two hours ago. Zack looked down his thick smooth pecs at Lance’s spit and cum covered face, he smirked. “You enjoying that” he asked He loosened his grip on Lance’s hair, his thrusting slowed. Lance’s head moved as much as it could, he didn’t need Zack to fuck his throat, he appeared more then happy to impale himself on Zack’s meat rod. A few drops of fresh sweat fell onto Lance’s hungry eyes, the cock tight in his throat, but Lance kept sucking. Zack just boomed out a laugh “I fucking knew it, weird that I’d wanted you to fuck me when we met” His speed returning to his thrusts “Never thought seeing you choke on my dick would of been the better option” With that he pulled out, Lance gasping for air. Zack’s fat cock swung for a second before rising up to slap at his six pack. Lacne’s hands were still holding onto Zack’s huge thighs. Zack pulled him to his feet. Happy to have Lance at chest level, he bounced his pecs in quick succession. Zack caught the growing bulge in Lance’s boxer shorts and smiled. He pushed Lance towards the beds, and gave his perky ass a slap that probably stung. “Pick a bed, I want to dump this load in your ass” he ordered.

    Liquid Manhood- Chapter Six

    Oh, why thank you I want to use Melvin more, but the story is drawing to an end and I think I might just run into a dozen parts of filler if I follow all the threads I want. Chris hasn’t used any yet, he can see that it has a mind of its own and is worried that he’s not gonna way what he wants.

    Liquid Manhood- Chapter Five

    Should of been up for Christmas, but the holidays was crazy busy. Hopefully shouldn't be as long a wait till Part Six. Thanks for reading. Read Part One HERE Read Part Two HERE Read Part Three HERE Read Part Four HERE Liquid Manhood Chapter Five Sean normally enjoyed Christmas, but this year he nervously dreaded it. The second he stepped off the train at his hometown’s small country station his parents were amazed by his transformation. His father who was only 5’8 beamed with pride at his now 6’3 son. Sean’s mother joked about having to return some Christmas presents. The next day Sean saw her carrying a bag of already wrapped gifts out to her car, so she wasn't joking. Things got worse for Sean when his uncles, aunts, and cousins turned up. To start, Sean was as horny as ever and not being able to jerk off several times a day was really affecting him. He was washing his own sheets once every couple days just to hide the evidence and the smell. Those nighttime cum explosions were a terrible mess to clean up. He, at over 6ft and with a lean muscled body, didn't fit the Doherty family frame. Sean was a head and shoulders taller than most of them, and was probably the only one who could see his feet without sucking in his gut. The surprise and admiration at his body caused him to spend most of the winter break with a constant blush. A blush which at times could of had him losing consciousness with all the blood that rushed to his face. Like when a cousin walked into him in the night after he’d gotten up to use the bathroom. Sean was shirtless and his cousin almost screamed out in excitement at the ridges of his abs. Sean’s face went as crimson as his hair. Christmas Day revealed the new outfits his mother had chosen for him, and no doubt expected to see him wear. Two pairs of jeans and a sweater were actually something Sean wanted. A number of plain t-shirts, colourful button up shirts, and even some workout gear wasn't what he wanted or even expected. He’d spun a lie about working out to explain his new physique, so he should have expected workout gear. The other clothes weren't his normal style of dress. They were missing the puns, funny images or nerdy logos every other piece of clothing he owned had plastered over them. Though those pieces didn't fit him anymore. Sean told his parents he loved all his gifts anyway. He was very happy that they’d got him the games he asked for, but he didn't have the heart to tell them that in the days that followed he returned about half the clothes they’d brought for him. He kept the workout gear just in case. Sean even dropped to the floor and did some sit ups or push ups when his parents came knocking on his door. He wanted to avoid the awkward questions about his sudden change, questions which he himself didn't have answers for. ——————————————————————————————————————————— “My parents really like you,” Lance said to Zack as he stared into his eyes while they lay in bed together. Zack sat up slightly, pushing his meaty torso upwards with his thickly muscled arms. The two boys, now boyfriends, were spending Christmas together. This gave Zack a chance to see San Diego and Lance a chance to reveal he was gay to a very surprised family and friends. Though a number of them understood Lance’s attraction to Zack once the olive toned stud started wearing clothes more fitting of California. Right now Zack’s pecs and abs glistened with a light sheen of sweat above Lance, who bit his lip in appreciation. “Seriously… you’re gonna mention your parents while I’m balls deep in you?” Zack asked, laughing with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Lance whimpered slightly as Zack flexed his oversized cock, the thickening girth pushing against Lance’s tight hole. “Sorry,” Lance quickly replied, his eyes closed as pleasure rocketed through him. “Good, now shut up,” Zack ordered, returning to his fierce thrusting “This bed is already way too loud” Lance’s parents were downstairs, trying to ignore the sound of their darling boy being power fucked by his boyfriend, the sound of the bed’s wooden frame hitting the wall echoing through the house in time with each of Zack’s titanic thrusts. ——————————————————————————————————————————— A few days had passed since A.J. had arrived home and Barrett was hating every second of it. He could deal with the sympathy and concern from his family. He could deal with how his relationship with A.J. had moved from athletic manly rivalry and into one of just pity towards him. But Barrett couldn't deal with A.J. being his normal half naked over confident self all the time. A.J. was over 6’5 tall and stacked with well toned muscle. Unlike a lot of linebackers he was pure muscle, his six pack abs have been several stories high on a billboard in Times Square only last summer. With Barrett’s new found attraction to muscle he was struggling to control himself around A.J. He knew it was going to be hard the second A.J. arrived home, his big brother pulled off his coat to reveal a skin tight tank top. Barrett’s eyes followed his brothers pecs as they rose with each breath, the tank straining against them. Barrett then found his face pressed between them as A.J. pulled his sick little brother into a hug. There had been other incidents and they all could have been avoided if Barrett hadn't tried to be like his old self. He was forcing himself to be more confident, like the old Barrett, so he was finally leaving his room which just put him in line for running into A.J. The amount of times he’d be walking down a hallway, his eyes staring at the ground, and then he walk straight into A.J. ripped sweaty abs. A.J. never saw him coming, his big brother was always looking right over tiny Barrett’s head. Barrett was woken at 6am one morning by A.J. who just burst into his bedroom. Barrett sat bolt upright, his eyes level with the overstuffed Calvin Klein briefs that A.J. had gotten for free after a modelling shoot. “Hey bro, sorry about waking you” A.J. boomed rubbing sleep from his eyes, his bicep bulging just as much as his briefs “I’m heading out for a jog and I haven't packed anything with support” To show what he meant A.J. gave his bulge a little heft, it bounced and pushed the fat soft head of dick up against the fabric. “Ok” Barrett said simply, crossing his skinny legs under his covers Even though his erection was unnoticeable beneath the heavy sheets, he wasn't taking any chances. The smell of his room still set him off, but he thought what if now instead of imaging his old self when he inhaled his old musk he began picturing the underwear clad muscle giant in front of him. To make things worse as A.J. breathed his abs tightened and he bounced a pec impatiently. “Sooooo” he asked elongating the word This knocked Barrett’s attention from his big brothers brick sized stomach muscles and back up to his chiselled face. “So what” Barrett asked, trying not to focus his attention to his brothers jaw line A.J. sighed and dropped his meaty ass, which was barely covered by his briefs, onto the bed. The mattress sagged and Barrett rolled towards his brothers vast toned back. “You got a jock, or some compression shorts” A.J. questioned “You know, I could knock myself off running without support…. like you used to be able too” A.J. continued like he hadn't just rubbed salt on to Barrett’s still bloody wound. “I know you got rid of most of your old clothes, but are you sure you don’t have anything for me you could….. well it would be a hand me up, wouldn't it” A.J. chuckled at his own joke Barrett shook his head, but his eyes fell on his old jockstrap. It sat on his desk, next to his console controller. He’d been sniffing it only last night, thinking about the difference between his brothers and the housekeeper’s son Andre’s pecs. A.J. spotted where Barrett was looking. He pulled himself off Barrett’s bed and the floorboards creaked beneath his oversized feet. He quickly scooped up the jock and stretched it out in his hands. “It’s a bit small for me” A.J. boasted “But thanks bro” A.J. crammed his legendary equipment into the jockstrap and left the room for his jog. Barrett just signed, he slightly wanted to go watch his brother change, but he killed that thought quickly. He was going to return to sleep, but his phone buzzed as a new email arrived. It was from his college, their newsletter. Barrett wouldn't have ever read it before his change, but now he read every email he got, which wasn't many since his social life had collapsed. His eyes widened as he opened it. The email was fronted with a family crest, one he recognised from the few times he’d journeyed into the campus library. He’d only ever been there to pick up chicks, from his experience nerdy girls were always crazy in bed. It was the crest of the Haber family. Barrett was sure he’d heard that name a few times and not just from the library, he thought he heard his father mention it once or twice. The email’s title was interesting. “Lincoln University- From Salem to Campus” “A history of myth, legend and witchcraft” ——————————————————————————————————————————— Sean returned to campus sooner than he’d wanted too, he just couldn't deal with his family anymore. He’d always been close to them, but now that he was different they were clinging to him all the time. His father was adamant that Sean should try out for some sport, preferably football. Sean just couldn't handle all the attention. So he wasted money on a new train ticket, ignoring the one he had for next week and jumped on the train. His dingy dorm room was a welcome sight. He could have sworn the odd cactus’ flower even opened and oozed its strange sap like it was it happy to see him. Sean opened up his bag and eagerly set up his PlayStation, but as it turned on it started to update. The dorms horrible internet connection meant the update was going to take over three hours. Sean just sighed and started to unpack his clothes, he’d thrown out all the clothes he’d brought home and only had the new clothes he’d received for Christmas. He was currently wearing snug jeans and a chest hugging sweater. It was one of the only outfits he felt normal in, nothing like the naked feeling he had when he wore the skin tight workout gear he’d been gifted with. Sean smirked when he spotted the Captain America shirt. He’d forgotten he’d dumped it on his bed before he left. Though he thought it had been blue beforehand, now it was an odd shade of green. The blue and red shield on its front was stained green and the sky blue colouring had turned a lime colour. He sniffed the shirt gingerly, it reeked of his room. A nice familiar smell, a mix of the musky air and the slightly floral stench of the cactus sap. Maybe the colours had just run in the wash. Sean remembered a faded pair of green socks he’d tossed before Christmas, must be wear the green dye had come from. Above Sean a vein of elixir pulled itself back to the edge of the ceiling safely out of view of Sean. Sean draped the shirt over his desk chair and pulled off the warm sweater. He quickly checked himself out in his dorm rooms mirror. He couldn't help but smile at his abs, he even tried to bounce his chest, but there wasn't any movement, they just tightened. He lifted the shirt off his chair and gave it another sniff, his PS4 only on 4% download. His jaw was stained green as he pulled the shirt away from his hair. Red hairs had already started to sprout over his jaw. Sean quickly pulled the shirt over his head, it was a little tight. The shirt reached his waist, but clung to his chest and arms. He pulled at the collar, trying to loosen the high neckline. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, they were sweaty from the long train ride. Sean undid the buttons of his jeans while scratching at his jaw, he was surprised he needed to shave already. His jeans struggled to get past his thighs and then his calves, they’d been tight, but hadn't been so clingy. He pulled at his briefs, trying to get the fabric off his packed in balls. Sean sighed at the thought that he’d have to go out and buy a larger pair of jeans so soon after getting this pair. He really needed to get his head around how to wash clothes, he kept shrinking them or ruining the colour like his Captain America shirt. He checked his PS4, now it was up to 19%. Sean’s vision went fuzzy for a moment then returned with increases clarity, he blinked a few times in response to the weird change in vision. He couldn't see himself, but Sean’s eyes are brightened into deep emeralds. Sean rubbed his eyes, thinking he was just tired. He didn't noticed the light green staining fading away on his hand that he’d just scratched his chest with, nor did he notice that the hand was also slightly larger than the other. Sean almost fell over as his chest tightened, pain pulling his pec muscles and admirals inwards. He collapsed onto one knee, one hand gripping his bed and the other clutching his chest. The Captain America shirt was splitting done his back, his neck fighting against the skin tight collar. Sean pushed himself back to his feet, his legs throbbing as they magically thickened. The leg holes of his briefs strained against the muscles, and pushed against his ass as it rounded out into a boulder of muscle. Sean was knocked onto his back as the shirt burst apart. The thud of his growing mass echoed throughout his room and down the dormitory corridor. His pecs had exploded outwards in size, going from tight pecs into a shelf that you could balance a drink on. Small slithers of blue cotton fluttered in the air, the tattered remains of Captain America’s shield rested in the grooves of Sean’s brick like abs and the crevice between his slab like pecs. The green stain was gone, having been drained to fuel Sean’s growth. Sean’s mitt like hands grabbed at the carpet, his teeth gritted as pain rocketed through him. His bones creaking as they stretched longer and thicker. The remains of the shirt slipped beneath his widening back as his bowling ball shoulders popped the seams of his sleeves and finally destroyed the too small shirt. His biceps bloated by several inches, flexing even through Sean’s arms were held straight out. Hair grew down between his abs and joined up with the rich pubes that spread out from his now too small briefs. His bulge, which was already a hearty endowment looked obscene now. His growth was not focusing on that area, the imprint of his fattening balls rolled around in the overstuffed pouch. His briefs were tented upwards by an ever growing trunk of sexmeat. The pain that rocked Sean’s body died and he signed with relief, his voice husky and deep, as his briefs burst. His horse like equipment swung around splattering the surrounding area with thick pre cum. Sean took a few deep breaths, his pecs rising and falling, the light of his PS4 glittering off his sweaty chest hair. Then with fury in his eyes Sean started to jack his fat bull cock with his dinner plate hands, his grunts and groans roaring out into the dormitory and through his dorm rooms thin walls. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Chris returned to college with a reinforced wariness of the elixir. It wasn’t some simple muscle potion like he’d feared, the changes it caused appeared to not measure up to what was promised by his ancient spell book. But he wouldn't give up on it, he just needed a few more tests so he could work out the rules. Magic always had rules, ways in which it operated which could ruin everything if you didn't understand its nature. He already had a plan ready before his family’s private jet took off from the tarmac in Europe to take him back to America. Chris dosed three water bottles with the elixir, bottles which Chris had stolen from the college gym during workouts there last semester. They had the college logo on and would blend in with the untainted bottles the gym offered to refresh its users. He took the bottles to the college gym and mixed the dossed bottles in with gym’s normal water bottles. The gym was a lot quieter now thanks to the draining of the football team, so Chris was able to record who went in and out over the course of one day. This was grunt work that Melvin should of done, but the blond nerd wasn't even back yet, so Chris had to wait around an entire day. Chris recorded 17 different people enter and leave the college gym, half of them left with water bottles in their hands. Chris would find them over the next couple days. He had his fingers crossed that Yuri didn't get dossed, he didn't want that cocky Russian to end up huge. Though there were a few people he didn't really recognise, he had to do some snooping of the gym’s membership files to find out who they were, which while illegal was a perk of being the son of college’s largest donor. One scrawny black kid turned out be a 20 year old who was the football teams equipment manager, Thaddeus Stern, which was a name that didn't fit the guy at all. Chris thought the guy had gotten drained when he cleaned up the teams jockstraps when they’d first been dosed with the powder. A quick check of Thaddeus’ Facebook found that he had always been short and scrawny. Plus the jockstraps could only drain the first person to touch them or their relatives. When Chris returned to his dorm room after a long day spying his nose wrinkled at the musky smell wafting out from the room next door. A TV inside sounded out loudly, Chris vaguely remembered the guy who lived there, he was tallish, a slim build, red hair, he was kinda cute. He must of gotten back and forgot to clean up the mess he’d left last semester. Chris should have just knocked and mentioned it to the redhead, but the chance to use his family’s power was too good an opportunity to waste. So he wrote an email to the Dean’s office about the smell, he knew the Dean would get it sorted out within days. The red headed idiot had most likely left some filthy clothes out or some half eaten food had been left out to rot. Though Chris had a nagging feeling that he recognised the musky, overpowering smell. But before Chris could consider it more his phone buzzed and Melvin’s name appeared on the screen. He nearly jumped at it, eager to explain his ideas to his absent roommate. “Melvin” he called down the phone, he was already passing the room. “Where the hell have you been? I thought you were coming back days ago… but never mind that.” He took a breath and started to explain. “I dosed a few of water bottles at the athletic department’s gym, I have a list of who uses the gym, they would have access to the water bottles,” he breathed and then started again “So I can see how it affects them, because I have a theory, I think the elixir doesn’t do what we think it does, I tested it out over Christmas and the result was horrific…” He paused, Melvin was silent on the other end. He must be angry that Chris had broken the promise not to use the elixir. “I know, I broke my promise, sue me,” he continued. “But I think these water bottles will prove my idea. I think the elixir has rules on how it changes people. I just need some more test subjects to prove it.” Chris stopped and waited, a few seconds passed before Melvin replied. “Chris… we need to talk,” a voice that didn't sound like Melvin replied, it was deep, rumbling and very masculine.

    Liquid Manhood- Chapter Five

    And the bump has been heard.... I kinda let this story die after taking a break for exams, but I have the next part pretty much finished and should of posted it a few months back. No promises, but maybe next week.

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