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    Rowing, working out, photography, poetry, hiking, camping, swimming, cooking
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    6'2" 210lbs 13.5a 39ch 33w 26.5qu 17.5clvs 13wide feet
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    Somebody message me and we can have a chat! If you add me, make sure to send a message to introduce yourself!
  • Favorite Stories
    Aardvark's stories, The Jocking, The Salts, ABSQRT's captions, BMOC chapter 4, The Socerer's New Apprentice, Milkman II, Struck
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    evan centopani, nick medici, calum von moger, josh kosier, jeff seid, steve kulco, bryant wood, Cameron McElroy, Chris Bumstead
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    Muscle Growth
    Cock & Ball Growth
    Feet growth
    Becoming hairy or losing hair
    Tanning
    Masculinization
    Dad/Son
    Coach/Jock
    Dumbification
    Sensitive Nipples
    Face changes
    Voice deepening
    Longer tongue
    Personality change
    A little Romance
    Age Progression
    Reality Warping (Think of Aardvark's stories)
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    Sweat/Musk

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  1. Here is Becoming... Sadly it doesn't look like its been updated this year. http://www.zetacity.com/becoming/mainindex.asp
  2. Little by little he’d take less than a quarter of an inch. After about a week some of the guys had mentioned something but they played it off like it was just a joke. None of them beleived that their dicks had actually gotten smaller. But their girlfriends had started the rumors. They had noticed that they didn’t feel as filled as they had been or that it wasn’t as long or thick. They all were still well above average, and their audience didn’t complain. All three did cam shows online to make some extra cash, that’s where Freddy found them. He would steal a little bit each time they went into a private chat, all the while building his cock up. He tried stealing muscle, but he wasn’t able to. So he’d settled with steal dick size. The muscle was such a harder spell to accomplish. It would just take too much effort to steal it all. But as he added more of their dick to his own he couldn’t help but start rubbing it. The three guys kept going but he could tell it was a little bit smaller. Soon he began doing his own cam shows on a few sites. His dick looking above average for his body size, putting him on par with the other three men. He had a few private shows, but decided he needed to be bigger to make up for the lack of muscle. He stole more and more from the three captains everyday. He could tell when they started to notice. Their confident demeanor wasn’t as genuine as it had been. Plus some of the other live chatters started to point it out. A dick that completely filled their hand now barely came over it. Most weren’t disappointed but the criticism was starting to get to them. They still had decent sized dicks but they knew it wasn’t the same. Meanwhile the fan base for Ready_Freddy was steadily growing, much like the size of his cock. He couldn’t hold it in one hand anymore. A few of his watchers were creeped out when he grinned evilly when someone commented on his size. Soon the captains ended having their live shows and their girlfriends slowly grew more distant. Freddy on the other hand, was bedding more guys every night. His cock was insatiable. Guys loved seeing the challenge. Even if he wasn’t the most muscular or the most confident dom guys would come over just to be able to ride it. The chat started to take bets on whether or not they could actually take the thing. It was just so large it seemed inhuman. But none of them cared. they just wanted to see the ride. Freddy now preferred to free ball, and the captains noticed, but didn’t believe it was possible for someone to steal someone’s dick size. Instead the resigned themselves to the shame of having now tiny dicks, too embarrassed to even see a doctor about it. Ready_Freddy’s cams shows were one of the most popular for the “big cock” category. As he closed his latest session, he grinned and opened the spell book. He wanted to conquer the muscle category next.
  3. Muscleace

    Cockblocked

    “Ok, I’m going to try commando first,” Jayden said as he pulled up his blue gym shorts. “Yeah. Go ahead bro. Nothin’ is goign to happen,” said Ron, his friend, skeptically. Jayden had told Ron that he ran into a witch that cursed him for bragging about how big his dick was. Ron knew Jayden had always been a womanizer and show off, but saying his penis has gotten even bigger was taking his cockiness to a whole new level. Ron was about to make one of his usual sarcastic remarks, but then his eyes went wide. The front of his friend’s pants started to tent out much more than normal. Jayden and Ron have seen each other naked several times, usually involving a three way with a girl they picked up at a bar. The bulge in his shorts was much bigger than the one he was used to seeing stuffed in Jayden’s jeans. “Woah…” Ron stared slack-jawed at Jayden’s new endowment. “Yeah man. Every time I put something on, it grows. The bitch said that I’ll never be able to fit into pants again. I love having a big dick, but I can’t go out like this. Plus, it’ll scare all the chicks away at the club.” “How big do you think it is?” Ron inquired. “I don’t know. It just feels bigger.” “It looks like it is over a foot long. Have you tried wearing anything else?” Jayden nodded. “Bro, I have tried everything.” A mischievous smirk crossed Ron’s face, “Let’s try anyway.” Jayden shrugged and swapped his gym shorts for some spandex-like briefs. Just like his gym shorts, his bulge grew larger until the head of his swollen cock was visible. “See? Everything. Even spandex can’t hide it.” Ron nodded, “Try your jockstrap.” Jayden complied. Although his cock didn’t look as long this time, it definitely was thicker this time too. “I can’t even stuff it in there,” Jayden whined. “What about just your regular undies?” Jayden’s cheeks flushed. He threw on the only pair of white boxer briefs he had. His cock became so larger that it had to snake upwards towards his hip and so thick that it pulled the fabric around it. “Dude. Nothing is going to work,” he said as he pulled down his shorts, frustrated. “Can you please go out and find this bitch to make her undo it. Her name is Karri and she was at Club Smartini.” Ron stood up and nodded. “No problem dude. What are bros for?” Jayden got into his bed. “Thanks bro. I guess I’m stuck here.” Ron smiled, “Don’t worry. I’ll find her and be back in a snap.” Ron was out the door and headed to the club as fast as he could. What was a curse to Jayden, sounded like a blessing to him. And Ron wanted in on it.
  4. Muscleace

    The Sucess

    This is a collab with Mr. Cavanaugh. You can see his perspective here. – Dexter Klein was not a failure. Not even in the gym class he was sweating his balls off in. Dexter worked his ass off in every class he was in to get the best grade. He wasn’t naturally smart like a lot of the nerds. He had to put in a lot of work, and maybe a little something else, to make good grades. This is why he has been so frustrated with Coach Montana and his damn physical education class. He respected most of his teachers for what they did, but Coach Montana was not one of them. The man’s motto, “real men are forged in fire,” only applied to his football team. Dexter could see the look of contempt Coach Montana had for every other man in his P.E. classes. He would run them into the ground, then only give good grades to the jocks. After all, the school only really cared for its sports teams and the fame they brought. Many students complained about Coach Montana’s harsh treatment, but Dexter kept his mouth shut. He wanted to get a decent grade and just not have to deal with it. However after getting a C on his last report card, Dexter wasn’t going to take the torture any more. Especially after having to take shit from Coach Montana’s star player and nothing being done. Not even trying to fake solving the problem. His glaring must have caught the coach’s eye as they ran, causing the big man to bark out orders for more laps. That pushed any trepidation he had out of his mind. Locking eyes with the Coach Montana, he felt it, the connection. He had used it a few times before to take some knowledge from a few nerds to pass a test, but he had never tried something this big before. Suddenly, Dexter felt the burst of energy and he began to pick up his running pace. He felt good. Dexter made sure to make his connection everyday, even the days he didn’t have P.E. class. He could hide pretty well among the other students for now. The first day’s target was Coach Montana’s masculinity. He started by slowly shrinking the coach’s balls, while his own swelled. He had to constantly adjust his crotch as the day went on. Those matters were not helped when he started stealing the coach’s cock length and girth either. He had to giggle to himself in English class at the thought of Montana’s normal gym shorts’ bulge now being flat. He even wondered how long it would take the arrogant man to notice. The second day he remembered to wear loose fitting shoes and clothes. He knew he would have to steal only a little bit of height each day as to not raise too high a suspicion, but Dexter couldn’t help but have a little fun. He sucked a few inches off of Coach Montana’s 6’3” stature, but had some other plans too. Carefully he began to focus on the man’s hands and feet. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, realizing he didn’t control how much he took. Dexter stared at the mitt-like hands he now had and the crushed bits of pencil that littered his sausage-like fingers. And his shoes felt so tight. He had bought a pair of size 14s on sale in advance, but the shoes were straining to contain his now much meatier feet. Thankfully, the clomping his shoes made as he walked was covered up by the movements of other students. He did have to laugh as he watched Coach Montana struggle to maintain some semblance of his normally cocky stride. Wednesday brought P.E. class again. Dexter confidently strode into the gym and looked over at his victim. He could clearly see the effects of the masculinity drain already. The coach looked much more tired after his usual pre-class workout. Even his voice sounded weaker as he called roll and began to outline what the class would be doing that day. Dexter knew it was his chance to make his first big move: muscles. He greatly restrained himself as he mentally focused on his coach’s muscles and strength. Coach Montana rubbed his biceps tenderly as he grabbed a few balls, before clumsily dropping them to the ground. He cursed and when he heard chuckles, he called for laps. Dexter didn’t mind at all. It was only after class he heard some yelling coming from the coach’s office, and his smile only grew wider. The next morning Dexter actually was up early and brimming with energy. He felt so good that he went out for a morning run for the first time, and it felt great. He loved the feeling of his new muscles moving. Not to mention how tight all his shirts felt on him. It exhilarated him. Dexter got a little more creative on the fourth day by stealing some of the coach’s age. Not much showed, but another inch, more body hair, and some more masculine features certainly made him more noticeable as he strode through the crowd of students he was once swallowed in. Friday was a bust. Dexter did not expect Coach Montana to actually give in and take a sick day. He was still able to drain the coach, but the connection was much weaker. As the day went on and he felt more power slowly flow into him, he relaxed. He would take care of the rest on the weekend. In the meanwhile, he enjoyed showing off his new form. Watching his sleeves strain, his neckline bulge with hairy pecs, watching the twinks quiver as he talked to them. He could rule this school if he wanted to, and he did, but he had some different plans. Saturday was spent flexing and jerking off to the changes still coming to him through the faint connection. When he wasn’t self-indulging, he was making his plans. Everything would change tomorrow and he could never go back to school the way he was now. He looked to be like an off-season physique model in his late twenties. He looked hot, but it wasn’t enough. Sunday was the day for action. He wore skin tight clothes, even a button-up to show off how big his pecs were, and an air of confidence. Dexter strutted up the the door and rapped his knuckles against it, waiting for his prey to come. When the door opened to reveal the shrunken coach, he grinned like the Chesire cat. He immediately remade the connection that had weakened with renewed strength and began sucking more from Coach Montana. Dominance, knowledge of sports and exercise, sex. He was going to take it all. Dexter pushed his way way with a smirk, watching the smaller and younger coach fall to the ground. He knew he would have to explain how some things were going to change around here. —– The new school year was just about to begin. The disappearance of Fred Montana caused quite a stir and ran on the news all summer. The news of Dexter Klein’s disappearance swiftly faded into the media static. Murmurs of what could have happened still danced around the halls of the school as heavy footsteps made their way to the principal’s office. The door opened and the principal looked up with a shocked expression at the large silhouette in the doorway. “Can I help you?” The well-dressed principal inquired. “Yeah. I need to get my son, Freddie, signed up for classes. And I heard you are looking for a new strength coach.” The principal gave a knowing smile, “Oh yes. We can certainly get that done. Just need to fill out some paperwork.” The principal looked like he was hiding a smirk. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” “It’s Dex. Dex Calvin.” The grinning giant boomed back. “Well our secretary can help little Freddie get settled in,” he could see those words sting the small student as he handed him the papers and directed him out of the room. “Now it looks like you are already dressed for the job. Can you start today?” His smile was sly and he chuckled. Dex chuckled back, “You know I will, Principal Amalia.”
  5. “Damn, what is taking that nerd so long,” Thomas grunted as he paced the front of their dorm’s suite. Thomas had been on his computer looking at porn, trying to rub one out before his buddies came over because Jessie blew him off to go study. He often went to more of the ‘free’ porn sites and did his best to ignore the pops ups to avoid getting a virus. Today was not his day though. He wasn’t watching where he was clicking and got some bug called Chronivac on his computer. It wouldn’t go away and it seemed to get info on him immediately. Luckily his suitemate was a computer science major. Jordan was one of those stereotypical pasty white nerds with thick glasses. The guy rarely went out of his room, which really didn’t bother Thomas. Their relationship as roommates was not bad. Sure the guy was a bit of a neat freak, but Thomas would just roll with it. Between trying to pass classes and the football team, Thomas really didn’t bother to argue with Jordan. Once Jordan got back to the dorm from what Thomas expected to be a day spent studying at the library, he explained to the nerd what had happened. Jordan seemed excited when he mentioned the bug being called “Chronivac.” So excited he tossed his bag and said he would need the room to himself to concentrate. Thomas shrugged it off, just thinking what a nerd Jordan sounded like. Thomas guessed the bug must have been difficult because he grunts of what he assumed to be frustration come out of the room every now and then. Thomas’s footfalls came to a stop with a huff. He thought Jordan was taking too long. Darryl and Jack were going to show up any minute and he was getting impatient. Finally, he pushed the door open to tell Jordan to hurry up. Thomas stared into the room at the massive black man laying on a large bed, the only one in the room. The computer he was typing on looked almost too small for his massive, thick hands. Thomas thought it was his computer for a moment, then a headache hit him and he wondered why he would need a computer. “Jordan?” Thomas asked, uncharacteristically unsure of himself. The black behemoth smiled, his pearly white teeth contrasting with his dark skin, “Oh Tommy. Back so soon?” Tommy? No one called Thomas that since grade school. “Oh um yeah. I was just wondering if you were going to be done soon. Darryl and Jack are coming over. I’d like to have the room.” Jordan’s grin just widened as he pressed a button on the computer, “Oh sure. I bet you want some private time with them, but first…” He set the computer aside and swung his huge legs over the side of the bed. Two massive feet, looking to be about size 19, thudded on the floor as he stood up. Thomas didn’t remember Jordan being so tall, let alone being taller than him, yet standing right in front of him was this 6’9” roommate. “… I think we could have some time to ourselves too.” Jordan reached into his pants and pulled out the biggest cock Thomas had ever seen, not that he could remember seeing many of them. Thomas felt something strange was going on, but he could not figure out what it was. Instead he found himself focusing on the big head of Jordan’s cock that had a pearl of pre forming on top. He felt the need to lick it off. Getting on his knees, he looked up at Jordan’s face past his huge pecs. Jordan just had a wicked smile on his face and gave him a nod. Thomas started to lean forward to start sucking Jordan’s cock when a knock at the door froze him in place. “Darryl and Jack are here! Maybe they will help me figure out what is going on,” Tommy thought to himself. “Come in,” Jordan’s deep voice rumbling, making Tommy feel weak. Thomas turned his head to see Darryl and Jack come in, only to see two huge black men enter, only just a little smaller than Jordan. “Ah Tyrell, Hakeem. Glad you finally decided to show up!” Jordan boomed, followed by laughter from all three. “It looks like you got started without us.” One of the dark hunks replied, eyeing Tommy. Jordan just shrugged his massive shoulders, “Can you blame me? With an ass and mouth like Tommy’s, who wouldn’t want to fuck him every time you see him?” That got a laugh from all three giants. Tommy felt like a piece of meat being dangled in front of some hungry panthers. He reached back and pulled his briefs out from his bubbly cheeks to try and get more comfortable. “Well it looks like you already have dibs on his mouth. I’m sure Hakeem and I can share his ass.” All three now had an equally wicked grin. “Sure bros, let’s start!” Jordan declared, and Tommy gulped.
  6. So thanks to tumblr's crackdown, that version of the story has been flagged. I have edited this to include the pictures done by @lunette for the story. Enjoy~
  7. I swear y'all are psychic. I was just rereading this the past few days. I do really hope it is continued.
  8. I was just rereading the story last week. It is one of my absolute, all-time favorites. I always got so happy when I saw a new story posted from you. And O did a great job capturing the story in the comic. I wonder where he went, and I hope he comes back.
  9. I can see you have been inspired by My Hero Academia. Looks great and can't wait for more
  10. Kinda just to add onto that, I come from a conservation Catholic church. They have become much more accepting as well. They are still against gay marriage, but I at least have an understanding of why, so I respect that. Do I hope the church will find a way to accept it one day? Yes. Will I be nailing a list of theses to the door of the nearest church? No. Yeah, me and several other of my gay Christian friends see that too. In fact we said it was like having to come out again as Christian to the LGBT community. It's one of the main reasons I stayed in the closet for so long. I was partially right and wrong. It's just a matter of being able to form a proper dialogue around it. Like it made me so happy to see Drag Race talk about religion in both a positive and negative light. I hope it opened up someone's mind.
  11. Muscleace

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    I'm not usually too into superheroes and strength stories, but this is too interesting of a set-up and story style to resist.
  12. I like to leave it a little open just in case the populace would like a sequel for next year.
  13. Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it!~
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