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  1. It had been pretty rough for my dad recently. My mom left him a month ago and he just lost his job. I was worried for him and his well being. However, that all changed on one fateful day. I had just come home from college for the summer break, and I greeted my dad like usual, talking about my finals. But the entire time he seemed distracted, constantly looking at his phone. I just assumed he was just on some dating app and was talking to some girl, so I let it be. The rest of that day, I never saw him, but I heard some weird noises coming from his bedroom. At one point I knocked on the door to check if he was ok and he said he was fine. Deciding not to push it further I just went asleep, blissfully unaware that my life was about to change. I woke up and went down stairs to eat breakfast. While I was eating, my dad walked in, but he was clearly different. He was only wearing a jock strap so I could see all the changes to his body. He was now very tall, dwarfing my already impressive 6'5" frame, having to be at least 7'2". Was also significantly hotter, having a super attractive face and beard where he couldn't grow one before. The most noticeable change was his body. He used to be kinda scrawny, and started to put on a few pounds, but now he was absolutely shredded, bigger than any guy I've seen at the gym. Then finally there was his bulge. Although I've never seen his cock before, I have seen him in underwear and knew that he was nothing spectacular in the cock department. But now, it looked like he was packing at least 8" of soft meat in his jock, plus some huge balls. Shocked by his transformation, I stammered "D-dad, what happened to you?!" He just laughed, the air seemingly shaking from his new ultra-deep voice "Just a little upgrade boy" he replied cockily "B-but how?" He pulled out his phone "I just found a nifty little app that lets me change people, including myself, however I please" I started to get worried thinking about what he would do with that kind of power "What did you change?" "Haha, glad you asked boy, I decided to give myself a high paying job, and this fantastic body. The only thing I didn't consider was how much of a problem this would be" he said as he grabbed his huge bulge, shaking it. "The thing has got me constantly horny, I jacked off at least 10 times last night." I was shocked at how casual he was about this "Y-you should probably fix that then, how will you?" "You see, I'm definitely not making it any smaller, so my first thought was to find a bitch to milk it, but then realized that it was a waste of time when I already had one" Now getting really worried I asked "What do you mean?" "I mean you son, I know you're gay, so I thought that it would make a nice gift to make you the servant to my new god body, speaking of which, I had pre-set some changes for you" He said as he pushed a button on his phone. At that moment, I started to feel weird. I felt my muscles inflating, especially my ass, which grew to huge proportions. After a while I felt a strange feeling in my ass. It almost felt as though it needed to be filled, like it was hungry for cock. The same feeling happened in my throat. And then finally, I started to crave cum, almost as if I needed it like water. I looked up at my dad "What did you do to me?!" "Oh nothing really, just physically changed you to be able to take my new cock, and made it so that your body constantly craves cock and cum, like any good muscle slut should." He replied casually, walking towards me. At this point my cloths had ripped of my body, my growing muscles overpowering them. I decided that I needed to escape, so I tried to run, but I tripped ober my self and landed ass up. My dad started to laugh "Even your body knows what it's made for, it wont let you escape, after all you're just my toy now" He pressed one last button on his phone and put it away. "Now come over here and suck me off boy" My body automatically responded, going to him, dropping to my knees and taking out his now hard 14' cock and sucking it like my life depended on it. From that point on, my life was completely controlled by my daddy. After a while, I started to love it, I loved being his slave, serving him, swallowing his cum. And that's how I find my self here, on daddy's bed sucking off his morning wood as he wakes up to start his day.
  2. Colin was you average 17 boy, going to school and playing video games on his free time. Today, he came back from school and and entered his house saying "Hey dad, I'm home" like usual. However, what wasn't normal was that there was no response form his dad. Normally, his dad would always greet him back, not enthusiastically, but a greeting regardless. Colin walked around the house looking for him, until he found him in his office, he was clearly focused on phone, not even noticing Colin's presence. His dad was like him, just an average guy, average height, average body. "Hey dad, is everything okay?" Colin asked a bit worried. His dad looked up, a bit surprised "Uhh, yea I'm fine, don't worry about me" he responded, and then immediately looking back to his phone. Colin was a bit put off, but left the room and went to his room where he stayed for the rest of the day, not seeing his dad. At one point, his brother, Mike, came into his room to ask about dad. Mike was 1 year older than Colin, shared many of the same interests, the main difference between them being that Mike was a jock and being much more fit and attractive than Colin. Despite this, they always got along pretty well. By now, It was night, and Colin went to bed, not really thinking about anything. Colin got up and felt a bit dizzy, having to take a moment to adjust. After it passed, Colin got ready like normal. He then went downstairs like normal, made some breakfast and started to eat it. As he was eating his dad came downstairs in just some sweatpants, Colin groaned in mild annoyance. For as long as Colin could remember, his dad was an absolute alpha. He was 7'6", towering over every man that he came across, including his two sons. Additionally, he had the largest muscles that Colin had ever seen, and hes seen his dad's quite a bit, as his he was at most, half dressed like he was now. His body was bigger than all men, but none of it was fat. Every muscle, bulge, and vein was visible as he walked around. Anything that he did would cause his huge body to flex, as if showing off his power was just natural for him. and when he wasn't flexing accidentally, he was doing it on purpose, much like he was now. His dad stood in the kitchen, flexing his massive biceps, feeling them up. "Man, I can never get over how big these things are!" His dad said as he brought his face to one of his biceps and kissed it. "Colin, you've got to feel these, they're so fucking huge" his dad bragged. Colin just rolled his eyes, this being a normal occurrence, where his dad wanted to display his superiority over anybody that he could, his own sons included. His dad walked up to him and flexed his bicep again, this time right in front of Colin's face "Come on squirt, you'll never be this big, so why don't you appreciate someone of my size while you can" His dad continued. At this point, Colin was very annoyed, he was a straight man who had no interest in his dad's muscles. "Look dad, I'm just trying to eat, can you leave me alone for a bit?" Colin responded to his dad's proposal. To this, his dad had a bit of annoyed, and almost confused face. He turned around and went to the fridge to grab something to eat. As he was doing this, Colin swore he heard his dad mutter something along the lines of 'It was supposed to make guys worship me', but Colin just ignored it. Mike also came down and started to eat, getting equally annoyed at his dad's displays of arrogance. Eventually, their dad was standing their and his cock started to harden, slowly growing down the leg of his sweatpants. He just chuckled, "Man, this thing feel like it never goes down, you boys want to help me fix this problem of mine?" he said with a wink. Mike just responded angrily "Ew, fuck no dad, that's fucking gross, put that away" and looked away from his dad. Their dad looked annoyed again, this time muttering something like 'no, you're supposed to be on your knees' and also 'fuck, this really is a problem, I need to take care of this thing constantly' as he walked out of the kitchen and upstairs. Their dad didn't work as he obtained an obscene inheritance from their grandparents, so they had more money that they could imagine. Colin and Mike went to school, trying to forget the events of the morning. Colin came home first as Mike had gymnastics practice after school. He went straight to his room as to avoid his dad. He started to play some video games as it was Friday, so he had no school or homework that he needed to do. He started to play, gaming for hours, even skipping dinner, not seeing his dad or Mike. But then, he was hit by another intense dizziness, stopping his session. After it subsided, Mike came into the room. Like usual, Mike was dressed in just a jockstrap which was already pulled down a bit. He only ever wore underwear around the house because that's all that dad permitted him to wear. It was like this because his dad wanted Mike to have his big muscles and huge muscle ass on display at all times for his pleasure. Colin looked at him, slightly disgusted by the blatant sexual nature of his brother, but not really noticing it as it is a normal occurrence. "What do you want Mike?" Colin asked impatiently. "Have you seen daddy?" Mike responded, lust dripping from his voice. Colin had been referring to their dad as 'daddy' for years now, and it always seemed wrong to Colin. Colin just shook his head as a response, to which Mike sighed frustrated and left. Later that night, Colin was in bed when it started. It was a loud and constant pounding coming from the next door room, Mike's room. The pounding was accompanied by the loud moans of his brother and the deep grunts of his dad as his dad pounded Mike's hole ruthlessly. Additionally, he could hear Mike constantly begging for his dad to fuck him harder, and his dad telling Mike how much of a whore he was. Colin just rolled over annoyed. This always happened every night, and a few times during the day. It was too loud, so Colin wouldn't be able to sleep until they finished, which would be in about 3 hours if Colin was lucky. Colin just laid there on his phone as he listened to his dad use Mike. He noticed his dad saying some weird things like "I'm so glad I changed you" and "You're so much better like this" which confused Colin because Mike had been his dad's slut for as long as Colin could remember, so much so that Mike even dropped out of school, having to attend to keeping their dad satisfied all day. Colin just waited for it to finish, and when it did, he quickly fell asleep. Colin was wanting to sleep in as it was Saturday, but he was abruptly awoken by the return of the loud fucking that was happening next door. He groaned in annoyance as he got up knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep again. He got up and went downstairs, using the time as an opportunity to eat in peace. He opened the fridge to see the regular food that they had, as well as a whole shelf of two liter bottles, all filled with thick, white cum labeled 'slave food'. Colin knew that this was his dad's cum because dealing with these were his chore. He ate his breakfast, just a simple omelette, and then grabbed a few of the bottles and went into the basement. It was Colin's job to feed the slaves that his dad had when his dad wasn't using them. He turned on the lights which illuminated the large room with many posts, each of which having a slave chained to it, there being at least 35 slaves. They included the entire gymnastics team as well as all of Mike's friends from while he was still in school. Even the gymnastics coach was chained to a pole. Additionally, there were several men that his dad had seen somewhere, and his dad like them enough to pick them up and bring them home. All of them looked similar, being muscular, attractive, and having big muscle asses, most of which have either wet or dried cum running out of them. Colin went to each of the slaves and fed them his dad's cum, as they seemed to need it to survive. After that, Colin went about his day, relaxing. He was again laying in bed as the pounding went on next to his room, waiting to fall asleep. The pounding had finally finished, when he heard his dad say "Goddamn, I've got all these cum dumps and my balls are still full". Colin just took that as his dad was going to go out tomorrow and bring home some more guys to use, and fell asleep. When Colin awoke, he again felt the intense dizziness. After it settled, he sat up. He was completely naked, which was normal because that's how his daddy always wanted him, him being daddy's favorite toy. He felt up his body, now being a tall muscled jock, he felt his smooth muscles. Finally his hands trailed behind him to grip his huge ass cheeks, moaning as he rubbed his hole with his finger. He immediately got happy as he heard his door open. He watched in awe as his daddy came in wearing some tight underwear. He took them off to reveal his huge cock, walking towards Colin, his soft cock loudly slapping against his legs, all 16" of soft meat. "Is my favorite slave ready for his breakfast?" daddy asked in his deep voice, smiling. Colin just eagerly nodded and opened his mouth wide, his stomach loudly grumbling, hungry for cum. Daddy just chuckled as he placed his already hard 22" cock into his mouth and slammed all the way in, his huge balls slapping against Colin's chin. He started to quickly fuck him, using his entire length to fuck Colin's throat, Colin just happily moaning. Eventually daddy pushed all the way in and started to cum, releasing a massive torrent of cum. He didn't stop for 5 minutes, Colin drinking down every drop. Once done, daddy pulled out, his cock still rock hard as he could fuck for as long as he wanted. He just picked up Colin as if he was just a stuffed toy, and threw him over his shoulder. He smacked Colin's ass and said "I've decided that I'm only going to use you today, make sure you're nice and full of my cum, you got that?". "Yes sir, use me all you like, don't stop till your balls are empty" Colin replied, smiling, knowing that daddy's balls will never be empty.
  3. “I can give you anything you wish for. Just don’t blame me if your wish comes true.” This is a series about a mystical man who shows up to people in despair to offer them what they’ve always wanted. But does he really help them? That’s for you to decide. So be careful what you wish for. You might get more than you wanted.
  4. Brian has always felt bad for his younger brother Dave. There wasn't a huge age gap between them, only 2 years, but there was a big size difference. Dave had always kinda been the runt of the family, being only 5'3" at the age of 20 and very skinny. It certainly didn't help that Brian and out dad they were both athletes, working out often and being quite tall, Brian being around 6'4". Brian liked Dave, but would make fun of him quite a bit for his size, just joking around, like any older bother would. The one thing he had to his advantage was his smarts though, having gotten into a prestigious university, making it so that our parents were quite happy with him. Brian decided that he wanted to try and help him a bit for his size, so he went shopping. It was the summer, Dave was off of college, and Brian was searching for a job, having just finished my college. Brian went into town and looked around for a drug store that he heard about through some online forums. He eventually found it, it was in a secluded alleyway deep in the city, clearly not getting much foot traffic. When he walked in, he was greeted with a pleasant aroma and some light classical music playing. There was a rather large and intimidating man at the counter, and Brian decided to ask him for some help. "Hi, I was looking for some growth supplements to help my little brother grow" He said as he approached the man. "Sure thing, what were you specifically looking to grow or change about him?" the man replied, coming off surprisingly calm. He thought about it for a bit, not having considered it before. "I guess just some height, muscle, and maybe a bit of confidence" he replied, "I'm not really sure what he wants, but an all around improvement is probably whats best" he added. The man just smiled and walked into the isles of supplements and returned with a bottle of pills, "This should do it" the man replied, flashing what Brian could of sworn to be a smirk. Either way, he thanked him for his help and purchased the pills and returned home. When he got home, he decided to start Dave's help right away. The only thing was, he didn't want Dave growing bigger than me, sure he liked Dave, but he still wanted to be the big brother, in both age and size. Brian didn't bother reading the label of the bottle assuming it worked like any other supplement. He remembered that the man had told him that it could be taken like a pill for instant effect, or dissolved in water for an effect over time and didn't add any flavor. Brian decided to do the latter as to not get Dave to realize he was growing so abruptly. Despite being quite skinny, Dave went on a run everyday. At first, he didn't run with water, but knowing how this wasn't good practice, Brian made him bring a water bottle with him on his run, it quickly becoming routine for Brian to prepare the bottle. This served as the perfect opportunity to administer the supplement. That day, as Brian was getting the water ready, he put one pill into the drink and gave it to Dave as he headed for his run. After about an hour, Dave returned from his run, and it quickly became apparent that the supplement took effect. He looked about an inch taller and had put on a bit of muscle, looking toned. Brian was glad that he only put one pill in as it looked to have quite an effect, "looking good little bro, have you been working out?" Brian asked as Dave entered the house. "Not really" Dave responded clearly a bit confused as he looked in a mirror and noticed his new size. It went on like this for a few weeks. About once or twice a week, Brian would add the supplement to Dave's water, and he would grow as a result. Brian had decided to stop the growth, being happy with the results. Dave was around 6' tall now, had some pretty good muscles, and was much more confident that he used to be. Brian also could have sworn that a few times he saw a bigger bulge in his running shorts, which he just mused was an extra benefit. Their dad being a personal trainer just said that Dave was experiencing a bit of a late puberty, something that Brain echoed to take away any suspicion of it being him. However, what Brian didn't know was that it was already too late. Brian went to bed that night content with his work, assuming that he was going to wake up like normal. However, when Brian woke up, he found that he was blindfolded and restrained to he bed. He tried to break free of the cuffs that tied him to his bed, but found that they were far too strong for him to break. After giving up, he resorted to screaming for help, only to realize that he was gagged as well, only being able to let out muffled, almost moan like screams that would not be heard. He laid there waiting for someone to come, not having any other option. After a large amount of time, he heard his door open and close, followed by a locking sound. He again screamed and squirmed in his restraints, his naked body against the bed. He just heard what sounded like his brother chuckling. "You look good like that big bro" Dave laughed as he took off his blindfold so that Brian could see Dave standing there, shirtless, showing off his hairy muscles. "You know, it didn't take long to figure out that you were the one who was growing me, after all, I always have been the smarter brother. I certainly didn't mind it to say the least, but I had to intervene when you decided to stop growing me. So I came into here while you were out and found this." Dave said as he took out the pill bottle and shook it a bit. "It was good that I did because then I could go to the shop myself and buy a bunch of stuff" He continued as he pulled out many bottles. Dave then picks up the original bottle and strips to his tight underwear. Brian sees Dave's big bulge, much bigger than his own, looking to be at least 4-5" soft. He stares at it wide eyed in disbelief. Dave just laughs "You didn't know that it grew this too?" he said as he shook his bulge "Of course you didn't read the bottle, well you're going to see it grow much more, I thought it would be a good gift to you for growing me to get to watch my transformation into total god status" He said as he opened the bottle and swallowed the rest of the pills at once. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" He groaned as his voice deepened. Brian laid there watching in horror as he slowly grew. First was his height. Brian watched him get taller and taller, hearing his bones stretch as he slowly crept towards the ceiling. It seemed to never stop until he he almost touched the ceiling with his head, which is when the growth stopped for his height. Brian was shocked as he knew that the ceilings in the house were especially tall as out family runs a bit taller, so it was both horrifying and amazing that Dave stood there less than an inch from touching the 8'6" ceiling with his head. "The growth comes in waves" Dave grunted, his deep voice filling the room. His underwear looked painted onto his body, begging to break. "I wonder when they'll break, will it be my cock or muscles?" Dave added right before groaning loudly. "Here comes the next wave!" He said as his muscles started to inflate. They swelled bigger, quickly surpassing Brian's big muscles and his dad's. They kept on growing, adding on more and more mass, but no fat, showing off each and every bump and bulge in the skin. By the time it finished, he had surpassed anything Brian could have imagined, being the largest man that he had seen. Immediately, the room was filled with an intense musk, as hair sprouted all over Dave's already hairy body, him look and smell even manlier. And finally, the final stage begun, marked by the loud ripping sound as his cock grew past the point of no return, shredding his poor briefs. His cock was already at least 8" soft when it was freed from its fabric prison, and was growing rapidly. It got longer and thicker, passing the thickness of not only Brian's wrist, but a soda can as well. While this was happening, Dave's balls were also swelling larger, and his sack dropping lower to accommodate their size. By the end of the transformation, his cock was at least 22" soft and a bit ticker than a wine bottle. "You liked that big bro? Although I guess you're not big compared to me anymore" Dave asked laughing. Brian was too shocked to respond, not knowing what to do, and still wondering what Dave was going to do to him. "Wait here" Dave said as he left the room after grabbing a pill bottle. He came back after only around 30 minutes, and walked up to Brian and took off his gag. Brain was about to speak when Dave commanded "Don't speak unless prompted, understand?" "Y-yes" Brian feebly responded. "Yes, sir" Dave corrected. "Now, there's going to be a few changes around here, from now on, I'm the man of the house, everyone under this roof follows my orders, I've already worked this out with Mom and Dad, these pill making them nice and obedient" Dave said shaking the bottle in his hand. "My body has some new needs now that its like this, mainly this" Dave said as he grabbed his huge cock and shook it. "It needs someone to serve it, a personal servant for me, and specifically my cock, and since you were the one who initially grew me, I decided that you're going to take that role, serving as my personal cum dump, how do you feel about this Brian, or should I say slave?" Brian was at a loss, feeling weak but also mad and angry that his brother was not only bigger than him, but had the nerve to treat him like a slave, however, he tried to remain calm and answered his question. "I don't think our parents would be okay with this sir" He said, confident in the fact that their conservative parents wouldn't want their athlete son to be demeaned in any way, let alone become a cock slave to their gay son. "Don't worry about them, like I said, I've already taken care of them, we've agreed that it's best that you're my personal whore" Dave replied. Brian was at a loss now, he seemingly had no way out. How would he be able to escape, or possibly adapt to his new life. "It's okay my slave, I can tell you're worried, but I didn't want you to be my sex toy without your consent, so I'll let you decide for yourself, but first..." Dave trailed off as he went to grab something. While he was doing this, Brian felt happy, he would just simply deny Dave's ridiculous proposal. This happiness was short lived as Dave walked to Brian's side, holding a small pill. An immediate dread filled Brian as he had no idea what the pill would do. "I didn't want you to make a regretful decision, so i thought this would help" Dave said as he forced Brian's mouth open and put the pill inside, keeping it in as it dissolved. Brain's head filled with a fog. All of his thoughts of being straight and wanting to fuck girls disappeared, they were replaced with images of men. Tall, muscular, hung, and hairy men, all just like his brother. Additionally, any idea of topping also melted away, Brian quickly coming to the conclusion that he was meant to bottom, to serve alpha males, just like the one standing before him. Then finally, he felt a hunger, deep in his ass and throat. He hungered for the thick creamy cum that only a true man could give, no longer needing any other food or nourishment, only cum. As all this happened, Dave removed all of Brian's restraints and went to stand at the end of the bed. As Brain came back to his senses, I sat up and looked at Dave. "Good, now it's time to make your decision, if you don't want to be my slut, then leave this house, but if you do, I will be downstairs with Mom and Dad eating dinner, you will crawl under the table and suck my cock. Doing this will mean that for the rest of your life, you'll be my personal cum slave." As Dave left the room, Brian felt his final transformation occur, his throat and ass loosening to be able to accommodate Dave's new cock. He made his decision and walked down stairs, got on his hands and knees, and crawled under the table in between Dave's big legs and started to eagerly suck his cock. "Man, you were right, he's a total fucking slut now, good thing we have you to feed him" Brian heard his dad say. "Yep, I'll make sure that he's always nice and full of cum" Dave said as his cock hardened to its full size of 30" and grabbed the back of Brian's head, quickly forcing the entire cock down his throat, marking Brian as his bitch.
  5. Dr. Robinsen’s pecs bounced as they slowly expanded out in the now loose fitting t-shirt, covered by a white lab coat. Drinking the serum had been a mistake but it had to be tested on someone and the doctor didn’t trust anybody else. The room was spinning, vertigo was giving way to darkness, as the unfortunate scientist fell unconscious onto the lab bench, sending unlabeled bottles of mysterious chemicals flying. Outside the manor house, a young junior executive for Body Connections stood knocking at the door. His company had recently purchased a muscle growth enhancement formula from Dr. Robinsen and he had traveled out to the country in person to pick it up. A butler answered the door, “Terry Jones, here to see Dr. Robinsen.” He said. “You’re expected, the doctor is in the laboratory. I’m to take you there.” He said leading the way through the impressive manor house. On the wall was a portrait of a man next to his wife and kids. He assumed that was the doctor, although he was feeling guilty about not looking up any information on the Dr. Robinsen before hand. At the end of a long hallway was a steel door. The butler opened it and stood back. “The laboratory is in there.” He pointed and walked away. Terry walked into the poorly lit room that smelled of chemicals and animal cages, a little annoyed at being left to find his own way. Then in an instant his heart jumped into his mouth as he saw a man slumped over onto one of the lab benches. Terry ran over and lifted his head. He had very smooth skin apart from the five o’clock shadow that covered his face. His long blond hair was tied up into a ponytail making him look more like a Vegas magician than a doctor. He certainly wasn’t the man from the portrait. “Dr. Robinsen?” He shouted, shaking the unconscious man in front of him with difficulty due to his powerful muscular frame. He slowly opened his eyes. “Yes? What is it?” He said in a stupor, then his eyes opened widely. He felt his chest and then his arms. “Oh no...” He said moving his hands over his mouth. Jumping out of his stool so quickly that he knocked it over, he ran to a mirror and felt his face and body. “Dr. Robinsen… I… uh… I’m here for the formula. You said we could pick it up today. I’ve been authorized to sign a contract for you for fifty million dollars for the exclusive right to manufacture it.” He had to repeat himself several times before the doctor would even acknowledge him. Finally he twirled around and said, “No no! It’s not ready! I have to fix… gnnnn” The sentence was cut short as his hands grabbed his stomach and he bent over on the floor. “GNNNNN” Terry watched as the doctor’s body heaved with labored breathing. Veins began to pop out in his neck. “Should I call 911?” He asked. “No!” He bellowed and them grabbed his throat as shoulders began to expand again. Terry could see the sleeves of his lab coat filling out as the doctor’s biceps and triceps inflated. Was this the growth serum?! How could it be working this quickly? Terry ran up Dr. Robinsen and put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “What’s happening?!” But he didn’t need an answer, he could feel the deltoid under his hand swelling against his fingers. The doctors pecs were imprinting themselves against the t-shirt and stretching it out so much he could hear the fibers straining. The doctor looked down and grabbed his crotch, feeling incredible pain as he looked down in horror at the bulge that was fighting it’s way against some very tight jeans. “AGHHHH!” He shouted, quickly unbuttoning them and pulling out a 9’’ soft cock and balls the size of lemons. “Oh god no!” He shouted. At that moment his pecs and deltoids had swollen so much that they tore his t-shirt down the front revealing his rock hard core, framed by the lab coat and the torn t-shirt. His biceps burst through the sleeves of the white coat as they swelled out like two massive boulders. Terry backed away, afraid of what was happening as the prostrate man before him groaned in pain. His denim ripped with an awful sound revealing two massive undulating thighs and an expanding bubble butt. “Fuck… it’s too much! Got the… ratios wrong!” He grunted as his body continued to swell including his feet which he was desperately working to pull out of his shoes. Inch by inch the doctor grew taller and the expanding body ripped through the tattered remnants of his clothes. His balls sank lower, swelling to the size of baseballs as his 11’’ soft cock drooped over his massively swelling thighs. His lats pushed those massive arms outward as his back thickened with extreme definition. He struggled to stand as his traps fully engulfed his neck and his pecs continued to swell, forcing his nipples downward. He looked at his body in horror and looked up at Terry. “Get out!” He roared. “Get out now!” He said throwing over a lab bench. Terry bolted from the lab and down the hall without looking where he was going causing him to collide with a portly man in his fifties. “What the hell is going on down there!?” He shouted. Terry recognized him from the painting in the hall. “Dr. Robinsen!” He shouted. “There’s a man in there, you...your assistant maybe. He’s changing… going berserk!” “What are you talking about? I’m Johnathan Robinsen. Dr. Robinsen is my wife!” Terry’s eyes grew round as saucers. “Ohhhh dear… I… I… think she may want some time to herself right now.” He said and ran out the front door.
  6. Jake was thrilled that he found this new apartment. It was huge and the current renter was renting out half of it for less than the normal cost of an apartment, which is good for Jake considering he's a junior in college and will save any money he can. The only weird thing was that he knew nothing about the owner of the apartment. From the e-mail they exchanged, he seemed like a cool guy, but he still knew very little. Jake was thinking about how lucky he was as he knocked on the door of where he would be living. He was kinda surprised to see an older man open the door, old enough to be his dad. "Oh, I think I have the wrong address, sorry" Jake apologized looking down at the man. "Jake? I'm David, your roommate" the main said "H-hi" Jake said a bit thrown off by the fact that his roommate was so old. "Nice to meet you David" "Everyone just calls me Pops, so you should too, come on in" David said as he lead Jake in. Jake took this time to look at the man's body. He was quite a bit shorter than Jake, standing at about 5'5" tall, as compared to Jake's 6'6". Jake was bigger than him in a lot of ways, which wasn't surprising considering that Jake was training as an amateur bodybuilder. As a result, Jake's large muscles overshadowed Pops' average build. He also seemed to not have any facial hair or body hair, which Jake also had, but shaved it for competitions. The rest of the day and week went by rather normally. Pops turned out to be pretty chill, being able to hold a good conversation and tell some good jokes and asking me about previous girlfriends. Things stayed normal as classes started until one weekend when Jake got a text from Pops reading : "A package should have come for me, put it in my room and DO NOT OPEN IT". Put off a bit by the forceful message, Jake did what it said when he got to the apartment, not really prying in other peoples business, especially not the person who was letting him live here for so cheap. It was after that weekend when Jake started to notice some strange occurrences. The first thing was the smell. When ever Pops was in the room, there was a slight odor, reminiscent of a locker room, musky and sweaty. The next thing that he started to notice were his cloths. They started to fit weird, they were getting longer and bigger, as if Jake was shrinking. To test this theory, Jake got on his scale and noticed that he was 10 lbs lighter. His other suspicions were also confirmed when he found that we was starting to have some trouble reaching certain objects that he could normally just reach with his tall height. Concerned, Jake went to the doctors, where they told him that he was 6'3" and another 10 lbs lighter. He tried to find out what was wrong with him, but the doctor just told him that he was perfectly healthy. When he came back from the doctor office, Pops was in the kitchen in drinking water without any shirt on. He seemed more fit than Jake could remember, having a decent amount of definition in his muscles. He also had some hair on his chest and arms which were normally smooth, and a 5 O'clock shadow. Jake walked passed him trying to go to his room, when Pops stopped him. "Hey Jake, you all good, you seem a bit flustered?" Pops asked, Jake swearing he saw a hint of a grin on his face. "It's fine, I'm just a bit tired, that's all" Jake replied, noticing that the smell was even stronger now that Pops didn't have a shirt on. Jake also noticed that the height difference between him and Pops was smaller than it should be from just Jake shrinking, almost as if Pops had grown, something that's not possible for a man his age. Jake started to get dizzy, losing his balance a bit as he breathed in the musk. "I'm going to go lay down a bit" Jake said as he went to leave. "Stop" Pops said, Jake weirdly stopped as soon as he heard it. "Do the dishes first, then go to sleep" Pops ordered, which was weird for Jake considering it was usually Pops' job. However, for some reason, he complied and cleaned the dishes as Pops stood there shirtless, his musk getting stronger. By the time that Jake was done, he was so tired and dizzy that he just stumbled to his room, not noticing how much he shrank and how much Pops grew. Jake woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror to see a smaller version of himself look back. He was mortified. He was not at most 5'11", and had clearly lost a significant amount of muscle. His crotch also felt a bit more empty than usual. He took them off to find a hard 4" cock where there should be around 8". He also noticed that he lacked the bit of facial hair that would normally be there in the morning. Jake needed some time to relax, clearly being affected by everything that is happening, luckily he had a week long break and was heading home this weekend. He left before Pops had come back from work. As he was leaving, Pops texted him asking what gym he went to because he wanted to know a good gym to go to. Jake gave him the info for his gym, a gym that served a lot of really huge guys, usually being athletes, bodybuilders, or even porn stars. Jake didn't think much about it as he went home. ------------------------------------------------------------- When he walked back into the apartment, Jake was feeling much better after a week of relaxing. He put his stuff in his room and changed into some short running shorts and a tank top. He was sitting on the couch, watching looking on his phone when Pops came in wearing only a pair of briefs. Pops was now huge, he was a giant, way taller than Jake had ever been, had massive muscles all over his body, and was now covered in black hair and had a full beard. And the most notable part of his body was his obscene bulge, stretching his poor briefs. "Oh hey Jakey, you're back!" he said, his voice now insanely deep and booming as he walked towards me. "H-how..?" Jake asked unable to process the size of his body, especially considering that the musk was even stronger now. "How big am I?" Pops filled in. "Well, when I measured this morning, I was about 7'4" tall, but I've definitely grown since then, and I'm at around 350-400 lbs of muscle, its hard to keep track when you grow so much" he said laughing. "As for this" he added grabbing his huge bulge "I haven't measured it yet, but you can if you want to" he said winking, now standing in front of me, his bulge eye level. "But, how did this-" Jake started "Oh just shut up Jakey, don't worry about it, just know that your Pops is a bit bigger now" he said, cutting Jake off. I just looked at him, unable to talk, my body naturally obeying his command as he stood there. "Say Jakey, I'm curious, as a gay guy, what would you rate me out of ten, be honest?" he asked "I would give you a 7" Jake said, trembling in fear "Only a 7? Why's that, I thought gay twinks loved muscle daddies?" he said flexing his huge arms for emphasis. "W-well, you just smell so bad, like intensely of musk and sweat" Jake answer, his mind swimming. "My smell?!" Pops asked surprised "Guys love my smell, they can't get enough of it" He added. He looked at Jake and thought for a moment and then said "I know, you probably just haven't gotten the chance to properly smell me, here I'll help" he said as one of his huge hands grabbed the back of his head and pushed him forward into his huge bulge. "Take deep breaths Jakey, then I'm sure you'll rate me as a ten" he laughed. Jake's mind was just filled with his musk, it eating away at his last notions of being straight, his last thoughts of resisting. With each breath, he became more addicted to it. While this was happening, Jake was also changing, getting shorter until reaching his final height of 5' tall and is muscles forming in a way giving him a twink body with a big bubble butt. Lastly, his cock shrank to a measly 2". As this was happening, Pops grew taller, finally just passing 8', absurdly towering over Jake. His muscles also swelled up, putting on another 50 lbs of muscle. Finally his cock grew in its pouch, getting even longer and thicker. Pops pulled Jake's face away. "So how would you rate me now Jakey?" Jake looked dazed and responded "A 10" as he breathed in fresh air, finding that it was unsatisfying compared to Pops' musk. "That's better, man look at you, I must be real smelly today because you look out of it" Pops' laughed thunderously. "Come with me Jakey, why don;t you help me clean off" Pops said as he walked to the bathroom, Jake running behind to keep up with Pops' huge steps. By the time that Jake reached the bathroom, Pops was already naked and in the shower. "Hey Jakey, don't forget, you still have to measure me" Pops said shaking his huge fuck meat and pointing to a tape measure on the counter. Jake got naked and took the tape measure into the shower. "Why don't you see how big it is soft first" Pops said as water cascaded down his huge body. Jake didn't even have to kneel because Pops was so tall that Jake only came up to his lower abs, so right around cock height. He picked up the huge cock and measured it. He shuddered as he looked looked at the number. "Well, what is it boy?" Pops asked "I-it's 20" Pops" Jake said, getting turned on by the huge piece of meat. "Fuck, 20?! With a cock like that, I'm not your Pops anymore, I think I'm your master, understood slave?" Pops asked "Yes master" Jake responded, aroused at the though of being a slave to the cock before him "Now get that cock hard so we can see how big it really is" Pops commanded. Jake instantly started to worship the cock, licking up and down the thick, long, veiny shaft, and sucking on the huge, baseball sized balls that hang low beneath. After worshiping it for a bit, he started to try and suck the cock. He was surprised to find that the cock fit, and his mouth and throat stretched to accommodate for some of it. "You see, it's been my musk that's been changing you and me" Pops started to explain "I ordered these supplements that make me produce a smell that makes it so that I absorb the traits I desire from men who smell it, leaving them how I want, that is why I wanted to go to your gym, so I could steal the muscles of huge bodybuilders, and the cocks of porn stars" he chuckled. "This is why you can take my cock, I made it so that your body will do an okay job at taking my cock" he finished as Jake couldn't get past the 10" mark on the growing cock. "Here, I'll help my slave" Pops said as he grabbed Jake's head and started to trust into his throat, stretching it out and getting deeper with each thrust. After 20 minutes of this, with one last hard thrust, Jake got to the base of the cock, Pops' huge balls slapping his chin and Jake's eyes rolling back in pleasure. Pops started to brutally fuck him at that point. "You were just a little whore all along right?" Pops stated, "You never needed those muscles, you're much better off now, my my cock down your throat" he grunted. With each insult, Jake got harder and eventually came a sad load that Pops didn't even notice. After a few minutes, Pops completely pulled out, His now fully hard cock hovering over Jake's spit and precum covered face. "Measure it slave" Pops commanded. Jake grabbed the tape and quickly measured it "Holy shit, 28 inches master" Jake stated "Well Jakey, I hope you like big cocks because its going up your ass" Pops stated as he picked up Jake and started to lower him onto the huge fuck stick. Thankfully, the cock was leaking large amounts of precum, lubing Jake's tight hole as it pressed and entered in. "Oh fuuuuck" Jake moaned as inch after inch was slowly pushed into his hole, stretching it to fit the cock. Finally, Pops grunted in satisfaction as Jake's big ass reached the bottom of the cock. "Get ready to feel what a real fucking is like boy" Pops said as he started to ruthlessly pound away at Jake's hole. Pops kept on fucking him harder and harder telling Jake how much of a slut he was, only to have Jake moan in response, having been fucked completely senseless. This lasted until Pops let out a deep roar and started to cum, emptying his huge balls into Jake. Gallons upon gallons of cum filled his hole, bloating his stomach with cum. Pops pulled out and put Jake down, jerking and emptying at least another liter of thick, white, creamy cum onto Jake's face and body. Jake swallowed what entered his mouth, loving the taste, he quickly started to scoop up any cum he could find and drink it. Pops stood above him laughing "Good thing you like it slave, because you're now officially my cum dump, clean up and come to the living room" he said then leaving the shower and the bathroom. Jake was on the ground satisfied but still hungry for more cum. After cleaning the shower and his body with his mouth, he went to the living room to see Pops on the couch naked watching football. His massive cock stood straight up, rock hard. "Come here and suck me off slut, I'm already horny again" he grunted. Jake eagerly followed his order and got on the couch and started sucking Pops, cementing his role as his cum dump. This is how he spent the rest of his days, being just a hole for Pops to drain his huge balls into, and he loved every second of it.
  7. “How was your first day” Steve called to his son Luke He’d heard the front door open and slam loudly closed. He’d heard some muttering and the sound of Dan kicking off his new work shoes. The thudding from the smart black leather shoes was a lot louder then they should have been. It sounded like Luke hadn’t had a good first day. Steve had been proud of his son when Luke announced he’d finally found a proper job. He was 21, and has been bouncing between terrible low paid jobs from burger flipper to cashier in a gas station. But he’d gotten a nice secure office job for some big biotech firm. He’d just be doing filing and stuff from a desk, so it didn’t matter that Luke hadn’t been to college, or barely got out of high school. “It was fine” Luke called back as he passed the doorway to the living room His voice sounded hoarse, deeper even. Maybe the office was a loud environment, and Luke’s mousy squeaky voice had had to bellow to just be heard. Steve pulled his chunky form from the sofa, Luke had inherited Steve’s short stocky form. Steve himself had just finished a long day at the office, being a low level accountant for some big bank. He’d tried to get Luke a job there, but the boy just didn’t have the qualifications. Steve walked into the corridor, seeing the front door shut and Luke’s shoe on the floor. They were brand new, only brought a few days ago before Luke started work. Now they were ruined, the seams looking stretched out and torn apart. One of them having had the entire sole of the shoe hanging from the leader body by a few threads. “Luke, what the hell happened to your shoes” Steve shouted to his son, confusion and anger in his voice There was a few moments silence. Luke’s reply was muffed by a mouth full of food. But it sounded like he was claiming his feet were too big. Steve wanted to call out Luke’s bullshit, the boy was cursed with small slender girl feet. Instead he huffed and moved towards the kitchen, pushing the door open and gasping loudly at the sight of his son. Standing at the open fridge his hand buried in a bowl of cold potatoes from last night’s dinner stood Luke, just it wasn’t the short chubby boy Steve had waved off to work this morning. This was a man, a very tall, muscle bound man. The seat of his pants were skin tight over two overdeveloped glute muscles. The seams of the pants legs struggling over two thick quads and down to meaty calve muscles. The hem of the pant legs didn’t make it to Luke’s ankles, he must be half a foot taller at least, maybe even a foot. Like his shoes the socks on Luke’s feet were losing their battle with Luke’s flipper like feet, the toes forcing themselves out of the fabric. Luke was shirtless, this crisp white work shirt lay across the island in the centre of the kitchen. It looked torn in places, the sleeve arms looked like they had burst. It was missing a few buttons, mostly around the collar and the upper chest area. Steve saw why when Luke turned to face him, his widely build back fading from view to reveal Luke’s chest. Two immense slab like pecs, hairless with fat perky nipple hung from his torso. The strain of carrying these rock hard sandbags explained the rounded perfection of Luke’s cannon ball shoulders and meaty traps. Must be a workout from keeping them so high and perky. “Hey Dad” Luke said between mouthfuls of potatoes, his voice was deeper “What.. What” Steve started to splutter, his eyes tracing the ridges of Luke’s abs “Accident at work… first day too” Luke sighed, putting nearly empty bowl into the fridge He slammed it closed, his bowling ball bicep flexing with power. He obviously didn’t know his own strength. Steve just stood slack jawed as his new and improved son explained what happened. Luke’s face had changed a bit, mostly gained some muscle with his jaw squaring off and skin gaining a healthy tanned sheen to it. “So I got in fine, met my manager and stuff… you know got the login for the emails and that” he explained waving a large veined hand around “They took me on a tour of the campus, not just my building, but the labs and stuff too… was super cool. He then flexed an arm and bounced his heavy pecs. A sly smirk on his lips. “Then the accident happened” He chuckled “Some lab guy wasn’t following protocols and left some stuff out they shouldn’t” He laughed “And you know I’m clumsy” He stretched out his arms, his hand now able to palm the ceiling when fully stretched up. His lats flared outwards, Luke was so broad now. “I might of knocked a flask over and breathed in too much of the fumes” Luke muttered Luke finally noticed his fathers face, he raised his hands to calm his dad. Which only caused his big solid pecs to bunch up. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t fired… I mean I am in trouble” he laughed “I wasn’t fired though, I just grew… which they said wasn’t what they were aiming for, so they are gonna have to study me” “Stud…Study” Steve was able to blurt out before quickly saving himself “Yea study” Luke said “They are gonna pay me more, plus I don’t have to work at all, just come in everyday for tests and stuff” He clicked two of his thick fingers together “Speaking of which” Luke turned away again, giving his dad a good view of his thick ass again. Luke went to a cupboard and got out a large water bottle, it was Steve’s from when he used to go cycle to work. “They need a sample” Luke chuckled as he turned back Steve blinked a few times before seeing that Luke was cupping his bulging crotch with his free hand. The zipper of his pants near to bursting, the teeth of the zip barely keeping themselves together. Luke left the kitchen, laughing about being paid to jerk off. Last thing Steve heard from his son that night before his boy’s bed started to slam back and forth was Luke’s musing that he’d need a bigger sample cup.
  8. Muscle Mice from Mars by Mr. Mouse The following story is a work of fiction written with no intention of deriving profit from it except for adding to the spank bank. All characters are copyright their respective characters in the Biker Mice from Mars universe and this story was written as an erotic parody. It should also be said that this is not a part of the BUST Club series and just takes place in the Biker Mice from Mars universe separate from anything that might go down in the BUST Club's Multi-Toon Universe. It was late at night and all the Biker Mice had been sleeping over at the Last Chance Garage in their stay-over cots. At least they were... As Vinnie stirred from his bed he wandered over to the fridge for a late night snack and then found himself unconscious on the floor with no explanation. The next thing the white-furred biker mouse knew he was strapped to a metal table. There were massive metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles that held him to the lab table with his arms straight out spread eagle. His tail had been bound down to keep him from doing anything untoward with it. He looked down over his bulging pecs to see he was still clothed in what he had worn to the fridge: Just a pair of blue pajama bottoms and a pair of pink bunny slippers. “Alright. Who's bright idea was it to try and kidnap the baddest motorcycle mamma jamma in the universe?” asked Vinnie as he struggled against his restraints. The huge muscles flexed over the seven foot tall biker mouse's frame but the three inch thick cuffs didn't budge an inch. The table shifted so that the mouse was rotated to a stand-up position with his arms still straight out to his sides. He had a feeling he should have worn his lucky neckercheif to bed that night but it was too late to worry about that now. He had bigger problems... much bigger. Strapped to a table just like his, but bigger, was a ten foot tall, blue scaled, muscular, dragon-like monster named Gorgonzola. He recognized the big blue naked monstrosity but noticed that his massive genitalia were no longer hidden but rather that his very human like and massive cock and balls were out on display at the given moment. “You know, Limburger, I agreed to give you this genetic sample willingly for moolah. I don't see hows all this is necessary,” said the blue-scaled monster of a man. Laurence Limburger then stepped out from the shadows as Carbuncle, his personal mad scientist followed with a massive milking machine tube over his shoulder. The Plutarkian smiled, “Necessity? Perhaps not. However, after our last few encounters I find that such precautions do provide a better peace of mind, as it were.” Carbuncle walked up with the massive tube on a hose and cleared his throat, “Ahem... for the er um... extraction... I will need your phallus to be erect.” “Sure thing bub,” said Gorgonzola. On command his massive foot long soft cock started to grow till it was a three foot long iron rod of destruction that pointed straight out from his groin. His massive balls swelled in anticipation while his giant dick leaked copious amounts of precum. The mad scientist placed the tube over the first half of the blue-scaled beast's cock and it immediately started to suck. Gorgonzola curled his toes and flexed his muscles. The restraints strained but held, “Oh yeah. This is the best cool million I ever did make.” Vinnie watched in awe at the massive cock that put his foot long hot dog to shame. Speaking of it had started to get harder in his very revealing pajama bottoms. The white-furred biker mouse blushed but then shook his head, “Hey! What's the big deal here? You kidnap me in the middle of the night for some freaky deaky sex show, fish face?” It didn't take long for Gorgonzola to erupt, flooding the tubes with a deluge of white juice fresh from the tap. While he was busy cumming, Limburger answered the mouse, “On the contrary my mouthy mouse nemesis. You see your being here is just coincidental to our plans. Some of our goons were breaking into the last chance garage to steal when the caught you off guard. They knocked you out and got out without notice apparently. It will be morning before the other mice notice and by then it will be too late for you will be a deceased member of the control group.” “Control group?” asked Vinnie, “Using mice in a medical trial, eh? How original.” “Not medical per say,” said Limburger, “You see as my associate here provides us with his copious volumes of seed, Carbuncle is extracting the essence that allows him to vastly increase his size and strength exponentially.” Carbuncle was busy working away at a computer console, “Speaking of which my most odious of leaders. I have isolated that component and am extracting it now.” A vial of glowing blue liquid started to fill next to the computer console as the monster finally finished cumming what must have been a thousand gallons of seed which had filled the containment tank to the bursting point. “Whew. Glad I held back a bit or your little container might have got destroyed by my load there. Good to know I still got it.” “And now that you have the money has been wired to your off planet accounts.” said Limburger. “So you're gonna give me his super strength increasing mojo? I mean... that sounds like a bad idea,” said Vinnie, “Not that I want you to stop but still...” Linburger chuckled, “Oh my dear biker mouse, no. I will be giving it to Greasepit who will then proceed to demonstrate his increased strength by ripping you in half with his bare hands.” “I gotta say I like that plan a lot less,” said Vinnie as he felt his boner subside completely. “Duh I gots ta say I kinda like the idea mousie,” said Greasepit as he walked out of the shadows to join Carbuncle and Limburger, “What do ya want me ta do now, boss?” “If you would be so kind dear Greasepit, take that vial injector and inject yourself with the serum please,” said Limburger, “Then after you get your new strength, tear that dear biker mouse apart.” “Duh you got it boss,” said Greasepit as he made his way over to the large injector vial filled with glowing blue liquid. He grabbed it but it slipped a little in his greasy hands. “I know I'm not part of this project any more but I gotta say that something seems off with your plan, big cheese,” said Gorgonzola, “Trusting that grease-handed goon with anything seems like a big step backwards in any plan.” “You're right you aren't a part of this project any more,” said Limburger as he pressed a button on their transport chamber and zapped the blue monster away, “And Greasepit may be many things but his loyalty is absolute.” “Duh you got dat right boss,” said Greasepit. He gave a salute to the Plutarkian but in doing so he slipped in some of Gorgonzola's excess precum and slid across the floor like he was on an ice slick. He tripped, stumbled and tossed the injector vial through the air. It landed in the worst place possible... Right into Vinnie's flexing bicep. The cylinder automatically injected it's contents in the blink of an eye then dropped to the floor and broke. Vinnie didn't know what to make of it. Had the crack pot scientist's vial really given him some kind of super strength? Only one way to find out. Tune in next time for all the sexy mouse parts! Just kidding. You can clearly see there is more story to scroll through. There was a tingling sensation throughout the mouse's body and soon he glowed with a bright blue light but then returned to normal. He flexed his muscles and felt different now. He felt powerful before with his increased martian strength but this was far and away much better. Real power. His muscles flexed, bulged and swelled bigger on his frame till he went from a professional body builder's build to something beyond when his muscle groups all doubled in size. He grunted as he looked down and could no longer see his feet over his top shelf pecs. He didn't know it but his five inch soft member went to a nine inch soft member that was thick as a beer can when totally unerect. His height remained the same glorious seven feet as before but his hands and feet swelled to keep up with his power packed body. Were he wearing his gloves the meaty hands would have torn free and his massive feet made short work of the bunny slippers as they ripped out. His legs packed muscle upon muscle that threatened to rip out of his now super tight pajama bottoms. “Whoa! Talk about a pick me up! That's more like a pick me up up and away,” smiled Vinnie, “Now it's time to show just what these bad boy mamma jamma muscles can really do!” He gave a flex and his restraints ripped from the table on both his wrists and ankles. That flex shredded his pajama bottoms and left him in a pajama cloth thong that bulged so obscenely with his massive package it could hardly be said to have kept him decent. Vinnie hopped down and noticed that the cuffs stayed on. Limburger chuckled, “Those cuffs are Monstrellian Steel, made to fit whoever they are upon no matter what size or shape they take so good luck getting out of those.” The powerful mouse looked at the cuffs then at his reflection in the shiny metal table he tore free from. He gave a few flexes and poses then kissed his bicep, “Who needs to get out of them? I think they go well with these,” Vinnie gave a mammoth flex and then said, “Now I know I had a bodacious bod before but this is ridiculous. Mouse babe extraordinaire is gonna tail whip this place to nothing... but first how about I add a little size the way that big blue meanie used to?” Vinnie put his thumb in his mouth and started to blow. He didn't gain much in the way of height but as he did his muscles gained size and mass, the stone floor cracked under the weight of his massive feet as the several tons of biker mouse exploded in muscular girth. He caught his reflection and looked to Carbuncle who was scanning him with some kind of device, “Yo! Science man. What gives with the gains?” “It a-a-a-a-appears that the serum vastly increases both mass, strength, and muscular density with every blow to the equivalent of what Gorgonzola did but with the subject remaining a more manageable height,” said Carbuncle. He put his fingers to work at the controls and started to convert the remaining monster semen into the muscle serum. The much more muscular mouse pivoted on his feet innocent like as he watched the scientist work. Two more vials filled and only just as the monster semen was deplenished, “Whatcha think you're doin there, sweetheart?” “We're making more serum and you are going to die!” said Limburger as he pulled a machine gun out from behind him. He unloaded on the massive mouse and at first Vinnie put up his arms, only to find he was bullet proof. The mouse chuckled and thrust his chest forward then started to walk towards the Plutarkian. Limburger panicked as the footfalls shook the ground and cracked the floor under the biker mouse's muscle weight. Vinnie blew into his thumb more and his muscles swelled even larger still. The remnants of his pajama thong fluttered to the ground as his now foot and a half long soft cock with massive balls ripped free. Limburger saw this as a point of vulnerability and fired his tommy gun at that massive package but the bullets bounced off it all the same. However, it did start to arouse the tremendous mouse. His height reached eight feet tall as the plutarkian stopped firing then said, “Uhmmmm heh. Look my good Mr. Van Wham perhaps I was a bit brazen in trying to fire a gun at you like that but can't we simply talk this out?” Vinnie kept walking up as the Plutarkian backed up, “There is a time for talk and a time for action... and speaking of action...” he looked down at the three foot long colossal pillar of mouse flesh that jut forth from his crotch as a monument of mouse cock, “I might need to get some action to get this baby to go back to sleep.” “Duh I'll give ya a little action biker mousey!” Greasepit shouted as he ran up to Vinnie. Vinnie stopped and held up a hand as the massive and greasy muscle man charged him. He flicked the man with his pointer finger to the chest and knocked him through several walls at incredible speed in the process, “Whoops! Heheh guess I don't know my own strength.” “Carbunkle! Do something!” Limburger shouted as he ran for the elevators. His scientist rushed to the elevator as well and the pair got stuck in the door side by side. The massive mouse looked over the pair then to the machine that could make more muscle juice. He saw the two vials then walked over, shattering stone under his powerful bare feet. He took the two vials that remained and held them gently in one hand while with his other hand he brought down a fist on the machine. That downward punch sent the machine through the floor, and several floors down, causing it to explode. The building shook but held together. “I don't think I'll ever get tired of that,” Vinnie said with a playful bouncing of his gargantuan pecs. The mouse watched as Carbuncle and Limburger made their escape in the elevator up and he shrugged, “Looks like it's time to blow this popsicle stand,” He walked up to a wall and then through it like it were made of tissue paper. He did this several times over until he found the wall that lead to outside. He looked down and was apparently on the 50th story of the 100 story tall building that was Limburger Tower. He grinned and hopped out casually, cratering the floor even with that small gesture. Vinnie relished the feeling of the air blowing over his massive naked body, clothed only by the metal cuffs that Limburger was so kind as to provide. He hit the ground with a crash that cratered out from his eight foot hyper muscled frame it flipped over several vacant and nearby cars and left him standing in a literal crater in the street fifty feet across and twenty feet deep. He set down the vials of muscle formula and carefully covered them with rubble for protection, “Be right back my little beauties.” The tremendous, naked, bulging, fully erect mouse climbed from the crater of his own making and then walked up to Limburger Tower while stroking his throbbing three foot pillar of mouse cock., “Time to rock Limburger's world in a way he never thought possible.” Vinnie blew into his thumb and kept blowing, swelling bigger and bigger, his muscle grown larger and stronger, more density added with each blow. His cock engorged till it was five feet long with beach balls for testes that swung behind impossibly muscled legs on his now nine foot muscled mouse frame, “Oh ho ho yeah! Let's do this!” The mouse went up to the side wall of the tower and thrust his invincible column of mouse cock into the side. He gave a powerful flex then lifted the entire building off it's foundation by his cock strength alone. “Oh baby where have you been all my life?” The biker mouse dug his beefy fingers into the wall of that building and held it up with ease as he started thrusting in and out of the building, quaking the few left inside and even the ground around him. His feet sank down up to the knees but the Plutarkians had replaced the building so often that they made the foundation he stood upon quite impervious to most damage, hence why he didn't sink into the ground instead of lifting off the building. The mouse neither knew about that nor cared as his precum exploded out with the strength of a dozen broken fire hydrants as he pained the lobby and started to fill the first floor up. Feeling the fluids splash and the building's stone mash against powerful dick drove Vinnie wild. It wasn't long before his balls began to swell and the ground trembled with the force he was about to unleash. Vinnie moaned, “Three...” then thrust again and groaned, “Two,” then pounded his hips to the building again, “One” and it was just one final thrust when his cock swelled and he felt the seed jet down it saying, “Blast off!” His massive cock exploded with millions of times the potency it should have been able to were he a normal martian mouse which would have only been a few dozen times more than the normal human but now he unleashed a torrent of white hot cum from his titanic cock that exploded up through the floors of that hundred story building as he filled it. His eruption filled all one hundred floors of that building with cum spurting from every window and exit door before the mouse let go and his second shot rocketed the building off like a literal rocket into orbit. He held his cock and kept spurting a rain of cum that drizzled down over Chi Town for a good twenty minutes. Better than the normal acid rain most would say. His muscles deflated to how he looked shortly after his initial injection which still left him far stronger than ever before by several dozen times. However, he was still naked except for the metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He walked up to the cars he'd accidentally flipped on his descent from the tower then flipped them back casually. The hood popped off of the last one and he took it in hand then looked to his nakedness and his foot long flaccid cock. He blushed a bit then stepped on the middle of the hood then pulled it up around him, ripping out the middle and then folded it down over his legs and his swinging junk to make a makeshift metal kilt for his own decency. The mouse went back to where he stashed the muscle serums and recovered them then started the walk back home as the sun started to rise on Chicago, “Man my bros are gonna love getting huge like me. But we're gonna need Charlie to help modify the bikes for a little added weight... among other endowments. I wonder how I'll find pants now... or boots... oh well...” Vinnie chuckled to himself as he playfully flexed his new found super muscles the whole walk home.
  9. The phone rang again— a telemarketer. Max slammed the phone down and let out a grunt of frustration. He didn’t have the time for this and he knew it. He was a goddamn corporate manager, not some secretary with enough energy to spare to answer spam phone calls. Weren’t they supposed to filter those out anyway? Max let out a deep breath through his nose as he looked over at the framed picture on his desk. There he was, in his cap and gown, graduation from university. He still had a bright smile then, so full of hope, still optimistic. His smooth brown hair was all tousled from wearing that dumb graduation cap, yet it still looked like it was meant that way, like it was going with the flow. His entire personality fit it well. Back in his college days, Max was known to be a chill guy. He did whatever he liked and usually got it when he asked, his striking eyes and toned body were impossible to ignore. But times have changed. Things are different. What was once a six pack was now a beer belly. Beautifully styled hair was neglected in a greasy mess. He had money, sure, but he wanted his vitality back. He wanted to be powerful. The job wasn’t too bad. He had power, sure, but it wasn’t the same. Power to tell people what to do had its limits. It had its laws. But human strength, that was something he craved. Nobody could control his own body. Max stood up and stretched, pulling his arms over his head and twisting his back. “Nobody could control his body” was right. He could decide when to move or what to do; so he took a walk around the office with a stack of papers in his hands. They weren’t actual important papers, mind you, but they allowed him to move without question. Nobody asked what you were doing when you had a stack of papers in your hands. Max opened the office door and picked up his random stack on the desk parallel to his glass office wall. “Hey, Max!” Phoebe interrupted from a cubicle nearby. Although neither of them could see each other, she knew the sound of his door opening and she took her chance at his attention. “Can I get some help with this invoice? There’s some inconsistencies and—“ Max interrupted. “Sorry Phoebe I’m busy right now. Ask someone around you.” He abruptly turned to the right and strolled along the gray corridors, glancing at the posters framed on the bland walls. “Big Action Protein Powder!” “Mega Large Testosterone Booster for Men!!” ”Giant XXX Hormone Set Extreme!!!” over and over masculinity was shoved in his face. Overseeing a “men’s fitness” company was cool at first, but he was no longer 21. He was what the gay men called “daddy,” which both stung and aroused him. Unfortunately, he had been so busy with work that no men had been calling him at all for months. “Maxie! Come over here, will ya?” a voice called, this one not immediately recognizable. It was a male voice, but lower pitched than he was used to. Maybe it was a new intern. Hopefully not, however, because someone new shouldn’t be calling him nicknames already. But before Max could object, he continued. “It’s the research department! They’re having major issues.” the research department. That explained it. He nearly never had business there since it wasn’t in his jurisdiction really. He only worked on the sales floor. Nevertheless, his walk would have to wait, so he set the stack of assorted papers down on the floor and went into the elevator where the voice came from. Luckily, it wasn’t far away and the papers were out of foot traffic, so he’d be okay leaving them behind. When Max emerged from the office hideaway and through the metallic elevator doors, he nearly knocked over a poor scrawny man half his height. He must have been a little under five feet tall, and he probably weighed as much as Max’s beefy arms. His face, however, was still round and childish, defying the thinness of the rest of his body. When Max looked down, all he could really see was his cheeks and his wiry gray hair that fell past his forehead. He must have been one of those young people who were into looking like grandparents. Gray was not his color. “I’m sorry about that,” Max apologized. “What’s the problem?” the man didn’t look up but took a step back to give him more room. Then, still not responding, he leaned across the floor and pressed the bottom button on the elevator, sending it down. “You see,” he began. “Marcy had some troubles with a new supplement because the male subjects got ill at the same time and the women refuse to test it.” Max nodded along, but secretly, he had no idea who Marcy was. “Furthermore, I’ll allergic to one of the components. It’s supposed to help your...” he paused, glancing up only briefly. “Your male parts.” Max had to hold in a laugh. They worked at a male enhancing company and this man refused to say penis. “I understand sir. What do you need me for then?” ”Well,” he said. “We just need a quick trial test and then it’ll be over...” ”Fuck no. I’m not insured for this stuff! I’m not going to be stupid and agree to take whatever it is!” the man tried to stutter his way to goading him, but Max refused. When the elevator doors opened, he closed them and pressed the button to go back to sales. What he didn’t do, however, is look down at the man slipping a small piece of tape onto his black work pants. The man scuttled away into research and Max went back upstairs, picking up his papers, and finishing his walk with relative ease. He set the stack back on his desk and walked inside his office, turning the blinds so he can get some privacy, and opening up his computer. Emails. Spam. Bills. It was all the same. He looked at the clock. 5:13. Almost 45 minutes until he could leave. He shifted in his cushy black office chair and rearranged his legs. “Fuck I need to get that AC fixed,” Max complained. It was getting hotter. He shifted again in his seat and tried to get comfortable. For some reason, his balls kept on getting in the way. No matter which way he moved, they blocked him from comfort. After minutes of trying, he stood up, rearranged himself, and tried to sit back down. His chair was a gift from his ex boyfriend. It was about four feet tall, rolled well, and was always comfortable when he laid his arms on the armrests. The same armrests which refused to let his ass slip through all of a sudden. Max grunted and tried to squeeze in, but the harder he pushed, the tighter it got. He was just in it a second ago! How could it be? He started to sweat, small pools forming at his armpits, spreading along the white button up shirt like someone left a hose on. He took off his navy suit jacket and set it on his wooden desk while he tried to cool down, but it was still too hot. Taking off his black tie didn’t help either. Neither did unbuttoning his top button. Max kept shoving himself into that seat over and over again until he heard a loud rip. Slowly, he stood back up and grazed his hand across the back, anticipating the worst. To his dismay, there it was, a giant rip in the back of his pants, exposing the bright blue Lycra underwear he had on. “It’s okay,” he repeated to himself. Over and over he whispered this as he reached for his suit jacket to tie around his waist. But as he grabbed it, he heard another rip coming from his shoulder. Then when he stood up, his shirt untucked itself from underneath his pants and his belt. Max looked around helplessly, trying to figure out what was going on. Research department. It had to be. His body started warming up even more, but he couldn’t leave before he fixed his wardrobe. There was no way he’d let himself be seen with a ripped shirt AND ripped pants. A jacket couldn’t cover it all. So, with no other options, he looked around for a blanket or sheet he could use. Rummaging around a tiny office didn’t help much because he knew where everything was. There was no blanket. No sheet. Just stupid papers and knickknacks he stashed away. If he had the time, he would have looked at them a bit longer, but he was in a hurry. It was getting hotter. Max stripped off his shoes and socks and threw them against the wall with a loud bang as he resumed scrambling for anything to hide himself until he stopped growing. “Max? You okay dear? We heard a thumpy sound.” fuck. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this. “Y-Yeah! Dropped my stapler. Thank you for checking. I’m alright!” he heard footsteps dissipate into nothingness, and he let out a sigh of relief. He had more time. Or so he thought. Suddenly, without any warning, one thought , and one thought only, entered his mind— sex. It was orgasmic. His pants became tighter and tighter as he felt his bulge start to balloon, his cock pushing against the fabric as it got harder and harder. Then, with a burst of size, another rip, this time from the front. He let his gargantuan cock hang loose in his Lycra briefs, the sensation of cool finally taking over the exasperating heat. His bulge had to be the size of a basketball now, way too big for anything natural. He was a freak, but God, his dick commanded him to love every second of it. It was like the feeling of masterbation multiplying over every inch as his cock grew larger and larger. He stumbled backwards in joy, but his giant ass cushioned his fall. He had no clue how his briefs stayed on for so long. He had a basketball in front and beach balls in the back. But that wasn’t the only thing growing. His legs started to press against each other, growing so wide that they had nowhere else to grow. Of course, this turn of events led pants to be obsolete. His legs were past XXXL now, bigger than he’s ever seen on a bodybuilder. With awe, he rubbed his hands against them and felt the sheer hardness of his body. It was unbelievable. If he wasn’t so fucking horny he would have been upset at his size. But as he grew larger, so did his appetite for more. His chest puffed outwards, slowly at first, but gaining in speed as time passed. It was hardly noticeable at first over the feelings of his lower body, but as his second most top button flew across the room and his the glass, he couldn’t help but see. Max took his big hands and squeezed his pecs, ogling how they looked like the men he advertised on poster. But they didn’t stop there. Eventually they became like the WOMEN he saw on advertisements. And then even more as his chest popped another button down the line. And suddenly, another. Then one more. Another. Another again. Over and over until his pecs covered his vision. Max let out a mighty roar as he flexed his biceps, tearing out of the cotton shirt like it was paper. His arms bulged and swelled with power as they peaked above his head and kept rising towards the ceiling at an alarming rate. They grew in every direction, his arms expanding both up and down with muscle until he could hardly move them anymore. More and more he gained, until the floor started to bend. Someone outside of his office screamed “earthquake!” And everyone yelled and ran. But not Max. Max stayed put. That is, until the floor caved in and he crashed down, his giant ass once again cushioning his fall. His briefs were long gone now. Max was a being of pure mass, tons of concentrated muscle in one spot. The building couldn’t handle it. As he inches bigger and bigger, he fell down another floor. Then another. His cock couldn’t handle the sensations. He kept it growing. What was once a rather pitiful 4 inches became 4 feet. Then 8. 10. 20. 50. 100. 1000. It stretched across the building and onto the one next to it. Fuck he would have felt awful. Max would have been traumatized. But he couldn’t. All he felt was lust as he outgrew his very office building. Over ten stories high, international news reports told of the Monster of California, wreaking havoc over the west coast. Which, luckily for Max, he outgrew in a few minutes. His cock stretched across the Midwest. His balls sunk into the Pacific Ocean. His biceps scraped the ozone layer. And God, was Max happy. “More!” Was all he could chant. And that’s what he got. Never ending, never slowing. Each time he demanded it, he got it. But hey, it wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t insured for this type of thing
  10. MUSCLE DADDY a romantic muscle growth story co-written by @Astromuscle, @canon & @raphi0508, with the inspiration of @Marquis Whew, finally I am back I thought when I set my bag down on my dorm bed. Too bad that my old roommate got suspended cause it got out he was taking roids. As I unpacked my belongings, before I had to attend my first class this afternoon, I thought back and remembered how cool it was to live with my old roommate. He was 5ft11 and weighed 200lbs at the beginning of college, though he told me secretly he wanted to grow with the help of steroids and that he had a good source. True to his word he did grow. At the beginning he had the body of a typical high school football jock. Nice bulging 17’’ arms, wide shoulders, pretty solid and ripped legs and a nice bubble butt. And best of all was his big bulge. In those three years everything changed for me. He grew 40lbs of pure muscles in just one year. After three years, he weighed an astounding 270lbs and had developed the body of an Olympia-level bodybuilder. Watching him grow, arms getting bigger and more defined, chest getting puffier. I was horny a lot, and I often jacked off just thinking of him. He was also the reason I discovered I was gay. He became very confident in his body, needless to say. He began strolling around naked in our room, and I got many mental images to help me jack off to. Pumped muscle, huge roid gut, and thankfully the roids didn’t seem to affect his junk, hanging large from his body. The problem with him was that he was as straight as an arrow. Nearly every week he had another girl with him in bed, and word was afterwards every girl couldn’t help but talk about his huge cock. I couldn’t blame them he was huge, at least 10’’ from what I could tell from him strolling around our room, not concerned that I was staring wide eyed., I wish I had gotten the chance to feel the large cock, make it inflate, and cup those large balls in my hand. Maybe the college found out about his steroid abuse because it got to be too obvious. As he left we promised each other we would stay in contact, but life came in my way and I had to earn money during summer. Now the new and hopefully last college year has started, but I am sure I will find some time to meet him again soon. I wonder if he continued to grow in the meantime. I drifted away from the things I had to do and got a boner. I hope that I will have enough time before my new roommate arrives, to get off, because hiding my 8.5’’ boner is not easy. Maybe my new roommate is a small dweeb, then my hard on would probably go down fast enough he wouldn’t see it. Suddenly some knocks on the door made me jump up surprised. Even more so I was shocked as my new roommate walked in. Fortuna was generous with me, because he was the most massive guy I had ever seen. He had to turn sideways to get through the doorway. In front of me stood the most impressive and beautiful man I saw in my life until now. The large man squared himself to me after having entered, effectively cutting off my view of the door. Each arm was carrying suitcases that were making his forearms bulge, each muscle standing out, held in place by a net of veins crossing each other and drawing my eyes up his arms, huge biceps and triceps thickened around his arm, a muscle hoody hid the rest of the body a little although i could see some big pecs heaving out from his chest, the hoodie draping over it, hiding whether he had abs, or a gut. My penis twitched at the thought of ripping off the shirt to find out. After a second sizing me up he dropped his bags with a loud thud and reached out his hand. “Hi, I am Mark. I’m guessing we will be roommates this year. Nice to meet you”. I reached out and we shook hands. Damn he has such a strong grip. His hand was larger than mine, thick muscular fingers didn’t give at all to my pressure, and I could feel weight lifting calluses. I was sure we could become good friends. He let go of my hands and bent over to pick up his bags. My penis jumped again. His back is so wide and that ass looks so hard, where do I stare...I quickly shoved my hand into my pants to shove my penis to somewhere less conspicuous while he had his back turned. I had to move to let him by as he passed I noticed my eyes barely met the top of his shoulders, seeing his large delts pulling the fabric of his hoodie forward and back as he carried the heavy bags. After we both had finally unpacked we sat down and started to talk. Mark told me that he is here because he got a Football scholarship, but he also told me that he really wanted to do bodybuilding instead, like his dad does. He enthusiastically described how big his dad was and how small he was compared to him. He also mentioned that he got the good genes of his dad, and expects to start growing bigger soon. The muscle talk made me pretty horny again, I was very thankful that I was sitting down. During our talk we both found out that we have most of our classes together, even the first one of the new year. We continued talking for a while, until we had a sudden shock because we had nearly missed our first class While I was getting ready Mark suddenly dropped his jogging pants to change into jeans. If I thought my old room mate was big, then Mark was a freak. His quads, calves and bulge were huge. I couldn’t stop my jaw from dropping. Mark had been in a rush, but noticed me sitting in awe. He smile confidently at me, turning to give me a better view., “Pretty impressive, huh? You can thank my dad’s good genes for this thing too, though he is much bigger.” Then he gave me a wink, causing me to blush. I used far more willpower than it should have taken to close my mouth. Once he stopped teasing me and got ready, we both left for class. During the year, we got even more connected. We got to be pretty close friends. Unfortunately for me again, he was also straight. I tried not to let on that I was gay, hoping it would make him more comfortable. If he knows I’m gay he might not take off his pants in front of me anymore either, which would be a tragedy. We both started to workout together after Mark mentioned he really needed a spotter at the gym, and so our friendship got closer because of it. I was unsure how good of a spotter I was being, but Mark didn’t seem to mind, and he spotted me in turn. Luckily I was also benefiting from the workouts growing more athletic myself and began sporting some good pecs and my arms were gaining some definition. Throughout the year I also got to see more of Mark. When he had arrived I had only seen those heavy arms of his, and later his privates. In retrospect I had wished I could have noticed his legs at the time, but I had been hyper focused on his manhood. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry, since much like my last roommate, Mark had no boundaries. I got many opportunities to appreciate Mark’s entire body as he would stroll around naked in our room. Is this a jock thing? I don’t walk around in the nude. Maybe I would if I looked like that I guess. His wide back held his arms out away from his body a little, a nice V-taper going down to his ass. I also discovered he did indeed have a flat stomach, abs like bricks holding up the large chest and shoulders with a solid foundation. His ass was muscular and even at rest you could see the muscles through any slight amount of fat he may have housed there. Large, powerful quads came out of his tight waist, bounding up and coming in tight to his knees. Diamond calves pressed hard against his skin behind his shins, more veins becoming apparent as if the skin needed help to contain the muscle. If I thought Mark had even one atom of gay in him I would worship those muscles in every way my brain could come up with, but sadly I had to settle for keeping some tissues near my bed for when he walked into the bathroom for a shower. During our workouts Mark could not stop talking about his dad, and the more often we worked out the more he told me about how big his dad was and how much bigger he wanted to grow. Mark said one day he hoped to get bigger than his dad, but he told me he wasn’t sure if he ever could. This was one of the only times Mark seemed insecure about anything, and I comforted him telling him one day he would surely outgrow his old man. Despite my word the more he talked about his dad, the more curious I got and the more I wanted to meet the man who could supposedly dwarf the muscle man in front of me. Was it really possible that his dad was that much bigger than Mark? Mark was already an alpha jock. Thinking about his dad being even bigger made my cock grow bigger in my pants every time. Luckily I wore tight spandex under my workout clothes at the gym, where Mark gushed the most about his dad the most. It kept my cock and balls in place. Thank god. As the end of the semester came around, Mark suddenly asked me if I would want to join him during spring break. We could continue working together at his house, in his dad’s home gym. I quickly agreed, mind taken up by the idea that I could finally meet his huge dad. “I would love to join you. You need a spotter after all I guess.” He smiled at me and I blushed. God does he realize that I’m gay? ...to be continued...
  11. Chapter 5 - The Power of Sweat Justin works in a warehouse doing some pretty tough labor. He isn’t the biggest guy in the building since he is fairly skinny with just a little gut. His main job is to ship items out of the warehouse by putting packages in the trailers. His supervisor, Dunhill, is a big burly man with thick arms and a strong back. He used to be in Justin’s position before he was promoted to where he is now. He likes to push him around occasionally because he knows he is stronger and has the authority. Justin has actually thought about leaving the company as of late because he doesn't really like Dunhill very much, but the pay is quite good and the benefits are even better. His coworkers in the shipping department vary in size themselves. One of them that always works with him, Garrett, is very strong and usually wears cut off shirts which show off his hard muscular biceps which glisten with sweat day in and day out. Another coworker that works across from him is Cecil, a heavy dude with a big gut who has had some health issues as of late. One reason he hasn't left is because Garrett has been a huge supporter of him and has been trying to get him to workout with him before they go to work. Justin has thought about it a lot, but has yet to do so. Another issue with his job is the extreme temperatures in the warehouse. The sweat just pours off all of them each day and he is thinking that may be the reason why he hasn't gained any weight from not only his workouts but also from the food he has been putting in his body. Cecil sweats so much that he leaves huge puddles in the floor all the time. Justin finds this quite disgusting but he completely understands why the overweight guy sweats so much. He has never come in contact with any of his coworkers sweat since he doesn't like the smell or the feel of it. He has actually thought of seeing Garrett shirtless though to see the beads of sweat rolling off his body. One day when the supervisor takes a day off, Justin approaches Garrett and asks him if he is willing to go shirtless for a while so he can see his muscles. He laughs and says of course as he slowly peels his shirt off. He cannot believe how immense his chest is. He has round pecs and a jagged ab cluster that is completely covered in sweat. He turns around to start working at his station again while Justin notices his muscles contracting on the top part of his back. He looks down to stare at his butt also as it bounces up and down inside his very tight shorts. He decides that he will approach him at break and attempt to touch him. When their break is called, he goes up to him and smells the testosterone emitting from his pits and crotch. Garrett notices immediately that he is up to something and starts bouncing his pecs getting his chest even wetter. He grabs Justin’s head and rubs it in between his giant pecs. The admirer licks off the salty sweat rolling off each one and moves over to his pits. He starts licking at the drenched forest of hair and takes in its musky aroma. He is starting to love its taste now. As Justin continues to bask in his aroma, Garrett notices that his coworker’s body is starting to change. He is wearing overalls over top of a t-shirt and jeans. He hears Justin’s clothes starting to tighten up as he gets even more intoxicated by his sweaty scent. His chest is filling up the entire space of the t-shirt he is wearing as his nipples protrude and fray the fabric. The suspenders sitting on his chest are moving to his sides to make room for his new growth. His legs have started to split the seams on his jeans and his back is starting to shred his t-shirt. Your small arms are now getting so big that they are pushing your sleeves up to your shoulders. The back of his shirt is completely open now as the shoulder seams rip exposing his huge traps. The jeans he is wearing are ripping off and his butt is expanding in his boxers. Justin doesn't even notice that his cock is growing down out the bottom of his boxers as it drips its precum all over the warehouse floor. Garrett watches this happen and starts to caress it very gently. He moans as Garrett takes it in his hand and starts stroking. Justin proceeds to unzip his shorts and stroke his cock. Their break is almost over, but things have to happen now so they both move to an area where they know nobody will find them. Both of them are nearly nude now as they both only have boxers on. Justin notices that Garrett is wearing a cock ring, but he wants him to take it off since he isn’t the biggest fan of them. For him, he will so he pulls it off and hands it over to his admirer who puts it in his pocket. With his growth nearly complete, Justin’s butt shreds his boxers to the point that they fall off. Garrett moves down to suck his cock and take in his new scent emanating from him. The sweat falling off of him is dripping all over the sexy sucker’s back and it makes Justin wonder if the same thing will happen to him. As he keeps sucking, he groans as if something is hurting him. Justin watches his back tense as the muscles start to shine. His beads of sweat continuously drip off his immense pecs on to Garrett’s back. He stops sucking to yell out as he feels himself starting to grow. His strong back is widening making it tougher for the two of them to remain hidden. He puts his arms out to brace himself as his thick hands are now going through the back wall of the warehouse. Justin smiles as he witnesses these changes in front of his face. He looks slightly embarrassed for Garrett, but deep down he is enjoying it far more than he is letting on. His right hand that is going through the wall is pushing through concrete and is now cracking the surrounding blocks. He growls as he feels his cock and balls stretching and growing. Justin is leaving a huge pool of precum in front of him as he sees the destruction this big stud is making. His thickening quads and hams are making the floor create weird sounds. His width is too much for the small space they are in as his huge lats spread out and find their way into another wall creating more cracks in the wall. Justin doesn't even notice that there is someone coming up behind them. This person grabs him by the shoulder and tries to swing him around, but they end up on the floor because of the large puddle of precum. They yelp as their clothes are now covered in the aroma of his prostate. In his perverted mind, he hopes to see something happen to them. This other person happens to be Cecil as he tries to sit down in the giant puddle. He can’t seem to be able to though. He tries to bend over to catch his breath, but again can't seem to be able to. Justin is starting to watch him instead of his expanding muscle buddy. He notices that Cecil’s body is beginning to react to the precum. His stomach is starting to change shape and is forming what appears to be a roid gut. It is large, puffy, and appears to be forming abdominals out of thin air. The changes in him are quite rapid and painful. His fat body is turning into beefy muscle in practically seconds. The XXL shirt he is wearing is shredded by huge slabs of beef and his arms are growing bigger than anything he has ever seen. His ginormous legs rip through his pants and reveal glorious flesh. While they have no definition, their sheer size is unbelievable. Even Cecil's face has changed to look more handsome and masculine. His breathing is more normal now as he stands upright. Justin now wonders if Cecil has a big cock hiding inside his tight underwear. He turns back around to check on Garrett and sees that he is passed out on the ground from the sheer carnage he just experienced. The heat emanating from him is making the floor moist as he appears to be sleeping. Cecil stands behind them laughing with glee in his deep baritone voice as he bends back down into the precum puddle to rub more goo into his thick chest. Justin turns back around to watch as his glistening pecs begin to mix their sweat in with the precum. He walks over and is in awe of not only the stench coming from Cecil, but also the remarkable size he has attained through this sequence. The beefy giant bounces his pecs to mesmerize his new admirer. Justin is so turned on that he has to service his huge nipples. He moans as he sucks on them, giving him a huge rush of adrenaline. This prompts him to pull off his underwear to reveal his mammoth 13” cock. The changes that Cecil has went through accommodated the huge frame he had underneath all of his fat. The additional growth made him look even more immense than he already is. Justin cannot pinpoint exactly how tall he is now, but he guesses that he must be over 7’ tall now. He hopes that Cecil will grow again since he rubbed all of that precum on his body again. He stops nursing on his pecs to stare down at his massive rod every so often as he imagines what Cecil may or may not do next once he grows again. At this juncture in the workday, several of their colleagues are aware of what has happened and have given up on getting any work done. Some are in shock and may be aroused, but others are frightened and have clocked out to leave. It is hard to tell what may occur next. Chapter 6 - The Escape Plan As Justin just stands there in sheer awe, Cecil grabs him and shoves him on top of his cock. The smaller muscleman agonizes as the beefy giant’s cock stretches his hole wider. After finally getting all the way in, Cecil begins to pound Justin into oblivion. He yells in pain as he feels the aggressive top beginning to grow again. His 13” cock starts stretching him even further as Justin tries to stop him from fucking his ass, but he can’t do anything. At this point, he is close to passing out, but not before he notices Cecil moving them back to the puddle of precum. Justin screams to stop as he doesn’t want him to keep growing while he is inside him or he will kill him. It is at this point that the other giant, Garrett, awakens from his slumber and jumps to his feet as the ground shakes. He rushes over to try and pull Justin away from Cecil but he is now fighting with an even larger opponent. Cecil’s huge muscular frame continues to expand as he collapses into the pool of precum. Garrett yells in disgust at this as he sees the two huge men wallowing in it. The weight of the two men is too much for the floor as it falls in and takes them with it. Onlookers still in the warehouse begin to scatter as they feel the floor beginning to move under them. Garrett peers down into the new giant crater and can only see smoke billowing. He squints and can hear weird sounds coming from within. Once some of the smoke clears, he jumps back at what he sees. Cecil no longer looks remotely normal, but rather more like that green superhero. He fears that the hulk will not be able to control himself and starts to move away from the crater. His huge feet though combined with the unbalanced floor is beginning to make the whole warehouse unstable as he hears sirens going off and things falling in on their selves. Cecil is trying to climb out of the crater but is actually making the structure crack even more. Anyone remaining in the facility is picked up by Garrett as he goes racing out of the complex. He can see a fire starting to billow in the back of the warehouse as he hears the giant hulk roaring. He wonders if he should go back in there since he hasn’t seen Justin. He puts down his rescued workers and goes around the side of the facility to see where the fire is. When he gets there, he can hear Cecil inside. He manages to break through a wall and sees the hulk lying on the ground surrounded by flames. Before he can do anything else though, he hears the rafters above him give way and they fall on top of Cecil. He manages to turn back around and get out without being harmed. At this point, the warehouse is now becoming completely engulfed as the fire department arrives. Garrett knows he can’t stay there any longer or people will be hunting him down so he runs into the nearby forest. Within a few minutes, he finds a giant man sitting by a tree passed out but breathing. He goes over to him and tries to wake him up. He appears to be bruised up, but his body also looks like it has just been born. When he turns the giant’s head towards him, he realizes that it is Justin. He leans down to kiss him deeply in hopes of getting him to wake up. It works slightly as the huge brute mutters to himself as his cock awakens too. Garrett leans down to swallow up Justin’s foot long down his powerful throat and gulps. Justin moans loudly as his eyes open and he grabs Garrett’s head to force him to suck him. Despite gagging, the sucker feels comfortable with the huge cock down his throat and moves even faster tasting the pre pouring. Justin starts squirming as he feels a load moving up into his cock and roars in anticipation. Garrett knows it will be an enormous load since he just went through another transformation so he moans too. After a few more sucks, Justin unloads as he holds Garrett’s head on his cock as it fills his gut up with thick ropes of cum. The smaller hulk looks down and sees his gut protrude further outward and wonders if this will make him as big as his coworker. Once Justin finishes cumming, he lets go of Garrett as he falls over on the ground. The cum begins to dissipate inside him as the huge hulk along the tree smiles like he knows what will happen next. Garrett feels it working inside him as he grips the dirt beneath him and feels all of the muscle fibers from within his body swelling up. His already immense arms begin to grow further as he watches them become bigger than what his legs looked like originally. His chest swells to just under his chin as his legs part even further. He feels his cock bouncing furiously as it spews cum over and over again as it lengthens to over 15”. He yells in pain as his voice scares all of the birds in the trees away. Remarkably, his mind stays intact as he looks over at the smiling behemoth sitting along the tree. He crawls over to Justin and lays his head on his shoulder as he breathes heavy. Justin finally speaks and says that he doesn’t hate Cecil for what he did to him, but that he feared what happened to his mind. Garrett tells him that he thinks Cecil is dead as Justin admits that he saw the fire from where he was sitting. They begin to talk about what will happen next with their predicament. Justin tells Garrett that he has heard some unusual voices far off in the distance and thinks that they may not be alone. They agree that they can’t stay where they are very long because it is possible that someone will come looking for them. They decide to take turns keeping watch while the other one sleeps. Justin says he will keep watch first since he has already taken some sort of nap before Garrett got there. As a portion of the night passes, Justin wakes Garrett up to whisper that he hears the voices getting closer and to get the fuck up. As they try to rush away from their spot, Garrett notices that his cock is leaving a trail of pre on the ground and he tries to cover it up. Justin grabs him and tells him to stop fucking around and get moving. Once they get moving, they find the grassy area of the forest and try to disappear. The voices eventually end up where they were staying. The two hulks can see two equally large bodies from about 1000 feet away. The two behemoths in front of them keep walking towards where the warehouse once stood. All of the excitement from earlier in the evening is over as the fire department has already left and the entourage has dissipated. They wonder who these two men are and why they would risk being out in the open. Garrett tries to convince Justin that these two guys may know how something like this would happen, but Justin tells him that he is crazy for wanting to approach them. After a few more minutes of debating, Garrett agrees with him and they turn to move further into the forest. As the dawn approaches, they find an open area. Justin tells Garrett that this is too risky to wade through because there could be someone lurking around waiting to possibly catch them or something. Garrett is willing to risk it though and starts walking ahead of him. Justin can see a shadow in the trees on the left and can’t make a sound as he gets on the ground. His big buddy has no idea and continues to tread on. Before he is aware of the other big hulk, they run towards him and punch him in the head. Garrett falls to the ground as the big man in what appears to be a lab coat turns him over to part his lips. Justin looks on as he sees the giant pull out a test tube with a yellowish fluid in it. He pops the cap off of it and pours the contents into Garrett’s mouth. The giant man just sits there as if he is waiting for something to happen and starts talking to himself. Justin tries to listen to his words, but needs to move in closer to hear them so he gets up from his position. The man can hear him and jumps up to defend himself. Justin stops and cocks his head as the man smiles at him. ‘Hello there big man, I am guessing this is your friend,’ he says to him. ‘What have you done to him? What is that stuff?’ The man in the coat just laughs and opens his coat to reveal his giant muscles to Justin. At this point, the concerned giant is unimpressed by the doctor’s body since he has seen a couple of them already. The man stops smiling and realizes that he isn’t the first or second one he has seen. He comes towards Justin and demands to know where one in particular has gone. Justin doesn’t utter a single word to him which makes the man even angrier as he starts to fight him. He knocks the man down and starts to drag Garrett through the grass as the doctor begins chasing them through the field. Garrett mutters a few words but Justin can’t stop to listen to them because he is too busy trying to get away from the doctor. Despite the fact that he doesn’t want to leave Garrett, he lets him go and disappears into the forest again. The doctor follows closely behind as the sun shines brightly above them.
  12. Image taken from Derek Bolts' twitter. It is a nice day for a swim. You are out at a nearby beach enjoying yourself in the water. You can feel the comfortably warm sun on your skin, and nice cool water enveloping you. You are in your well-used speedo, showing off your skins. Your body might not be in the best shape, but you are comfortable enough in it. The cloth is slightly loose on you, stretched out from its age. Not that you worry about anyone seeing you indecent, it's a quiet day on the small rocky beach. You saw only a couple of other people since you arrived. And they have since gone out of sight. Your modest cock twitch and harden at the memory of the couple you witnessed. A pair of huge muscle-bound hunks, wading through water like bulls in a rut. Their strong, wide beefy bodies were as big as the biggest body builders you have seen. Their bodies were covered in layer of sexy hair, deliciously decorated their meaty pecs down through their muscle guts, trailing down into their tight swimwears. Your hand is groping your hard-on through your speedo at the arousing memory when you noticed you have subconsciously moved toward the rocky outcrops you last saw the muscle bears disappeared to. You are about to turn around to head back, not wanting to be caught fondling yourself in public, when you caught some musky smell in the air, and some white-ish liquid floating and dissipating in the gentle waves. The scent you caught is a mix of masculine odour, funky but familiar smell, and a hint of sexy musk. You are a bit daze when a sudden burst of horniness hit you. Your already hard cock stiffen even more, forming a visible tent in your speedo. You then feel a weird sensation in your balls. You feel like they are ballooning up between your legs, sending pleasurable jolts through your body. As those pleasurable jolts course through your body, you begin to feel your body tenses up and relax, then again, tense up and relax. Each time your body tense up, you can feel the muscles tighten, and engorging, beefing up with each pulse. Pleasure-filled gasp escape your mouth as the wonderful sensation fill your mind with lust. Your pecs grows into two meaty shelves, shoulders bulge into round hard boulders. Your arms flex into muscular mountains, abs bundling into solid six packs, thighs and calves beef up into solid pillars of muscles. Your ass balloon up into delicious muscle buns, and above your cum-filled balls your hard cock slide out over your increasingly tight swimwear, longer and wider than it ever was. You then feel a crawling sensation across your body, particularly on your limbs, chest, gut, and your jaw. All over your body, you see dusting of hairs spread into sexy delicious masculine highlight over your bulging muscles. Then you see your reflection in the water. The sight of jaw covered in manly scruffy beard send you over the edge, cum erupt out of your cock and arc over you. One, two, three, and still repeating pulse of orgasms cover you in sexy white batter. You mind blank out as you feel nothing but the pleasure-filled bliss of your releases. Your cock finally calm down as your post-orgasm high slowly fades. You are exhausted from the unbelievable moments of growth and sexual release, yet the horniness doesn't ebb away, only momentarily placated. You take a moment to gather your thoughts and observe the changes to your body. You have become a specimen of manliness. You feel unbelievably powerful, sexy, and virile. A muscle hunk ready to take the world by storm. A powerful urge begin to fill your mind. A desire to fuck, to mate, to breed and be bred, to grow, and most of all, to share this wonderful gift. Manly grunts and sounds of lustful movement reach your ears, reminding you of the two objects of your lust. A sexy smirk appears on your face as you slowly moving through the water toward the source of the noise. Looks like you will be able to give your new body a test ride. Your cock already hardening up again at the thought. ---------- My first caption! I hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to comment any suggestions or criticisms. English is not my first language, but I wish to improve.
  13. This story comes from the great site metabods.com. It's unique in that the story is made up entirely of dialogue. I love how it works as the two jock bro's describe each other, with their awesome and sexy muscle-jock descriptions. Someday I may try to do a short story in this way as well. https://metabods.com/stories/thats-a-really-huge-cock-bro
  14. Today's listing comes from the website LPGS.org. If you don't know what that stands for it's "Large Penis Support Group" . LPGS has a forum of user-submitted stories that I check every once in a while. With some searching you can find some real gems, such as this one. It's a standard guy-finds-magical-growth-cream type story, but still very enjoyable. As you can probably guess from the name of the webiste, the crux of the story focuses on the guy's growing cock, although he grows all over and there are several nice muscle growth moments as well. It is a straight story, so fair warning if that's not your cup of tea. https://www.lpsg.com/threads/a-growing-concern.339703/
  15. It was the fifth time today that Kyle was on his back with his boyfriends Freddy bouncing up and down his goliath slab of dick meat. Kyle’s thickly built arm rested behind his head as he smiled with satisfaction. Freddy’s small slender hands running through the manly pelt of chest hair that decorated Kyle’s slab like pecs. Kyle was a very large man in every way possible. His wide feet hung off the end of the metal frame king sized bed and the mattress slumped under Kyle’s muscled bulk. Freddy was another story, he was small, barely breaking 5’7 and lightly muscled with lean but durable muscle, his black hair was matted from the sweat of riding Kyle’s meat all day and his pale skin flushed from the effort. He was just how Kyle liked him, just as Kyle designed him. A few days ago the couple had been different, they both been average gay guys, both living in a shitty apartment and not the lavish property they lived in now. Everything had changed when Kyle got ahold of the Chronivac, not that Freddy knew that anything was different. For Freddy he’d always been short cock hungry power bottom, he’d always loved riding massive thick dicks and slamming his plump bubble down meaty sclongs. Kyle was a top, a complete top, but until the Chronivac he’d had to be a versatile as he didn’t fit the mould for a top at all. His cock had been small, not the ass destroying 11 inch monster he know had pillaging his boyfriends meaty glutes. Freddy had been happy being versatile, but Kyle was a selfish lover. He hated having to let his boyfriends fuck his ass, so when he got ahold of the Chronivac he corrected their relationship. Now he was the complete power top, the dominator, and Freddy was the bottom, the cute little cum slut. Kyle’s big hands swung out and slammed Freddy down his cock one more time, his deep voice roaring as his bull nuts emptied another virile load into Freddy’s guts. The smaller guys tiny cock shot a sliver of cum onto Kyle’s hairy six pack abs. The boyfriends wallowed in the after glow of their sex for a few moments. Freddy near to exhaustion as Kyle’s softening cock popped out his abused ass. But the rest didn’t last long. “Get me a beer will you babe” Kyle ordered, giving Freddy’s ass a slap as he pushed his little boyfriends out of bed Freddy didn't respond, he just rubbed the red handprint on his ass and bounced out of the room. Kyle smirked and lay back in bed, bouncing his pecs and smiling up at the reflection in the mirrored ceiling. While cleaning it would be a bitch, he still thought the mirror ceiling was a good idea, not that he did any cleaning. Maybe he should create a cleaner to save Freddy some chores, a cute little hispanic boy, another willing ass to fuck. Kyle liked that idea, his heavy feet stomping as he got out of bed to get the Chronivac, he knew he’d left it out in the living room. He’d made Freddy super horny so he’d be happy to let Kyle fuck him before the orgy of sex between the two started, so it must still be opened and logged in. The floor boards creaked as Kyle walked across the room, he’d remove that creaking with the Chronivac, another thing added to the list. As he came to the door, already hunching his bowling ball shoulders so he could fit through it he saw little Freddy. Freddy had put on some underwear, his ass filling out the black boxers. He was on the sofa, barely taking up any space. He was busy typing on Kyle’s laptop, the screen open onto the Chronivac. The heavy click of the enter key echoed around Kyle as his power bottom boyfriends changed reality. A wave of exhaustion washed over Kyle, his legs went slack and he fell against the side of the open doorway. Vertigo swept over him, the ceiling rushing away from him as his towering 6’8 height plunged towards the 5’4 mark. His muscled evaporated, skinny legs and arms and a boney torso replaced the sculptured muscle. Kyle rich body hair fell away, falling into dust as his dropped off his body. The sharp strong plains of his face cracked into a weaker, boyish form. Kyle took a few uneasy steps on his tiny feet, the heavy loud slapping of his immense cock rang out. Kyle’s eyes fell down to his crotch. Hanging between his skinny thighs was a monster, even though he was smaller he could tell it bigger. The length was surreal, the thickness jaw breaking, the head looked like it would knock down a set of castle doors. Kyle’s cum laden nuts forced the soft meat to swing outwards, his balls bloated beyond human, like two furry oranges. A thick rope of pre-cum hung off his piss slit, almost dragging along the floor. Kyle’s felt weak and used. His flat boney ass, his pelvis and his legs were all sore, like he been ridden by an elephant. Kyle’d heard a deep chuckle and looked up from his beastly cock to where little Freddy had been playing with the Chronivac. Freddy was still laying on the sofa, still typing away on the Chronivac, but he wasn’t little anymore. He filled the entire sofa, his entire body thickly muscled with bulk and size. The black boxers now fighting a losing battle against solid muscled thighs and a bubble butt bloated bigger with muscle. Kyle’s massive cock twitched as he stared at the two globes of Freddy’s ass. His eyes moved up Freddy’s enhanced form. His boyfriends torso was wider, a thick chest rested against the sofa cushions and meaty arms flexed as he tapped away on the laptop. Freddy looked amazing, his skin lightly tanned and his pitch black hair tousled. He didn’t looked like he’s just fucked five times. Kyle thought knew he looked like his massive power bottoms boyfriends has drained him of as much cum as possible. Freddy closed the laptop and moved off the sofa. He was taller, Kyle’s eyes now coming to the top row of Freddy’s six pack. Freddy smiled down at Kyle, but there was an evil glint in his eye and Freddy without a word snapped the screen off the laptop. “No” Kyle shouted, he jumped to stop Freddy, but he was so weak and his cock so heavy he barely lifted off the ground Freddy tossed the two parts of the laptop to either sides of the room. “Don’t know why you are complaining, you wanted a bottom power and I want a top” Freddy explained, but Kyle noticed Freddy left out the word ‘power’ to describe Kyle He continued “So now you can lay back and let me milk that horse cock for all its worth” Freddy smiled “Which should be maybe a dozen more times” Kyle could feel himself getting weaker as all the blood rushed to his donkey dick, the thought of slamming his meat between the thick cheeks of Freddy’s ass getting him hard. Freddy passed Kyle dropping his black boxers to his feet and slapping Kyle’s boney ass. “Come on cum machine I want to ride you a few more time before you have to go to work” Freddy said “Maybe a good eight times.. I should be satisfied after that, till you come home of course" Kyle then had the horrible realisation, Freddy still thought it that Kyle’s opinion on how their relationship should be was correct. Kyle was the breadwinner and the man in the relationship, and Freddy would stay at home and ride Kyle’s cock as his only job. But now Freddy was the big strong man and Kyle’s was literally an extension of his immense cock and balls. Freddy was also still super horny and cock hungry. “What the fuck you waiting for runt” Freddy shouted, he was already on the bed and waiting for Kyle’s cock Kyle gulped, he didn’t think he’d survive a single night as the living dildo for the super bottom Freddy.
  16. Anonymous Asked: YOU! You ruined my life. A few months back I asked if you could fix my problem down there and you had to put one of your little twists on it and now I can't even wear pants because the tiniest bit of stimulation sets me off. I can't leave home anymore, I had to quit my job and I'm running out of money. Please take it back. You can’t blame me because you can’t handle having a wrist thick subway sandwich horse cock……. You asked for a massive dick and big cum heavy balls, you asked to be able to fuck time and time again…. that means you’ll be popping boners every other minute. I won’t take it back…. mainly because you asked in such a mean way and because I can’t be bothered to do so. If you want to be able to leave your house again why not get on Grindr and get some deep throated twinks to milk those bull nuts every morning till you can’t shoot anymore, you might be able to return to your old life without ripping through your pants in the middle of a meeting. Or get a camera and start doing some cam shows with that money maker…. you’ll be rolling in money in no time flat. Anonymous Asked: Hi. I'm new in college and I don´t have any friends. Besides that, I'm really shy and kinda pudgy. Would love if you'd turn me into a popular, fit and hot jock, so I could really enjoy this new place. I understand the want to fit in….. So I’m going to gift you with what you ask for. Gone is that shy, pudgy boy who just started college and in his place is a god among men. Even though the other jocks have years on you you’ll tower above them, you’ll lift heavier weights, you’ll make girls and boys swoon more than they do and you’ll be far better liked than they’ll ever be. Every friendship group in your college will be open to you. If you feel like cramming your thick legs into some skinny jeans and making your eyes pop by putting on some eyeliner, then the goth group will be a nihilistic hang out spot for you. If you feel like playing some dungeons and dragons then go loom over some nerds and make them scared for their lives by your immense presence. Literally any group you want to try out for a little while will happily take you in, thats just how popular you are now. You can use them and dump them…. they’ll even thank you for doing so, much like anyone you decide to fuck. I don’t think I have to explain how hot a jock you are, you can go on a two hour long jog and barely break a sweat, you always look like you might of just come from a photo shoot for some sports drink, or it that bulge between your thick thighs is anything to go by, a porn shoot. As you asked for, you’ll enjoy college… for a little while… you’re a huge hunky fish in a rapidly shrinking pond. Have some hot fucks, win some games, drink some drinks and move on. Hollywood, catwalks, football fields, countless beds… its all waiting for you big guy, so go get it.
  17. “I’m sorry Kyle, but you’re like a brother to me” “You’re sweet, but I only see you as a friend” “I like you, but I’m not attracted to you, sorry” Kyle had heard versions of those three sentences all week, girl after girl had used those lines to put another crack into Kyle’s already damaged ego and heart. He’d been trying to get a date with someone, anyone. He needed to put himself out there, open himself up to the world more. He started with a few girls that he found attractive around campus, they rejected him as he expected. He knew he wasn’t really anything special, but he wasn’t hideous. Kyle was only just about average height, being maybe 5’10 on a good day. He was lean, verging on skinny. But he did have amazing light brown, almost caramel coloured skin. After throwing himself at various girls he moved onto his friends, all of them girls. He’d never really made any male friends, maybe girls just found him easy to be around. Maybe they saw him as unthreatening. His main friendship group was eight amazingly pretty girls, and each one of them rejected him. They all said he was sweet and a good friend, but only a friend. He’d be friend zoned by the main people he found attractive. Now he was moping around his apartment, none of his friends had texted him. He was sure they were just giving him time to emotionally heal. They did love him, but like they said as a friend and a brother. Kyle stood up and made this way around his student apartment towards his bedroom. Before he even reached the door he felt a pull in his stomach. He winced and stopped, a hand protectively over his stomach. Then his back crunched, the wind was knocked out of his chest and Kyle fell forward into his room. His vision blurred, colours going clouded as he blindly searched for his bed. It felt like his body was on fire, muscles pulling and straining, bone stretching. Even the room around him was making horrific sounds, walls were crumbling, furniture shifting around. It was like the entire world was falling apart. Then Kyle found his bed, the blankets were shifting beneath his fingers as he tried to pull himself into it as the floor cracked beneath his feet. Before his head even hit the mattress Kyle was knocked unconscious as his entire skull cracked. ——————————————————————————————————— When Kyle woke he could barely remember what had happened the night before, he even felt much better, amazing even. He sat up in bed, and his eyes widened. Ahead of him instead of a wall was a window, an entire wall of glass looking out onto the city. He jumped out of bed, not noticing the massive thud as his feet hit the floor and rushed to the window. Staring down onto the city he couldn’t help but smile, this was the view he’d always dreamed of. His chest felt cold and compressed, he looked down and then stepped back. Kyle had been too close to the window, his massive rounded pec muscles had pressed against the glass, but Kyle didn’t have pecs. But he did now, he stared open mouthed as he made the heaving chest muscles below him bounce a little tune. Kyle chuckled and then gripped his throat, his voice was deeper, much deeper. His eyes scanned the room, two doors, one closed and one open. The opened one led to a bathroom and Kyle thundered towards it. Kyle had already worked out he wasn’t in his old apartment, and who ever owned this apartment was very wealthy. The furnishings in the bedroom all looked very expensive. The bed he’d climbed out of was enormous, it could hold maybe 8 or 10 people, so it too must of cost a lot of money. Even the bathroom Kyle had entered was plush and modern, meaning expensive. One wall was a mirror and Kyle almost had a heart-attack when he saw himself entirely. His light brown skin had darkened a few shades, now it was a rich deep black. Kyle’s lean build was long gone, rounded solid muscles had replaced it. He bounced his pecs again, and felt up his abs with a dinner plate sized hand. Kyle also noted he was much taller, maybe a foot taller then his old 5’10 self. Then his hand felt something very big, but very soft. His eyes tried to look pass his pec shelf, but they were too oversized for him to see pass them. But in the mirror he could see he was now very generously endowed. His thick fingers felt up the heavy shank of soft sex meat held back by some dark tight boxers, then they ran across the swollen bull nuts that hung behind Kyle’s enormous new cock. Kyle stopped groping himself and flexed his new beefy arms. He chuckled again, then headed out of the bathroom to search the rest of the house. He felt his hair, which was now a bundle of dreadlocks tired up into a bun tap the top of the doorframe. Frames which somehow Kyle remembered having resized when he moved in. “So this is my place” Kyle muttered to himself in his new voice A picture of the new Kyle hung above his bed. It must be a blown up version of a photo taken at a football game, mounted with pride above his bed. It showed him shirtless and cheering, a football helmet and a football in either hand, a pair of giggling cheerleaders hung close to his out stretched muscled arms. Kyle was or had been a football player now. “College footballer” Kyle muttered to himself, new memories correcting his old ones Kyle opened his bedrooms other door, it lead into a massive living room. A bundle of sofas surrounded a massive TV, a pool table was placed near the wall length window. Another door lead into what Kyle now remembered as the kitchen, and two more doors led into rooms that Kyle could only darkly remember as slave quarters. But Kyle was in too much shock to admire the amazing apartment as spread across the room was every girl his old self asked out over the last week. All of them naked and sleeping with massive smiles on their faces and heavy looking collars around their necks. Each one of them was splattered with cum, each one of them had been well and truly fucked. Kyle gripped his plump bulge, this beast must of had something to do with this orgy. He stepped around the well fucked girls and towards the sofas. He moved one girl’s legs out of the way, and sat down. His muscle ass dipped into the sofa and it even creaked under his weight. Kyle smirked as the girl he moved and another one slipped into the middle of the sofa, gently bumping into Kyle’s meaty muscle thighs. Kyle flicked on the TV and accidentally slammed his boat sized feet onto the coffee table. The sound caused a few of the girls to stir. Kyle reached out and let his massive arms lay along the back of the four seater sofa, his big hands could grip the ends. As he sat and watched the TV he could hear the girls moving around. Soon after that he could feel two girls hovering behind him, then each girl took a shoulder and started to massage the bowling ball sized muscles. More hands found themselves on Kyle’s long wide feet, the slim fingers of the girls gently pressing at the meaty balls of his feet. He could hear some other girls had started cooking in the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanged from behind him. Kyle leaned further back into the sofa, a feeling of ease washing over him. He was being cared for entirely by these girls, and all he had to do was fuck them regularly. He felt his tight black trunks being pulled away from his waist, and small delicate hands reaching in and heaving his soft tree trunk like manhood out from within. The two girls who’d been asleep either side of him on the sofa were now awake and getting on with their job. He watched as they both tongued the length of his soft meat, it was already hardening and rising up from his crotch. Both the girls eye widened in shock like they still couldn’t get over how huge Kyle’s meat was. He tried to work out which girls these were, he recognised them, they had been his friends at one point. But now all he could remember them as was Fuck Slave 4 and Fuck Slave 9. Kyle sighed, his new life probably had new better friends anyway. He grabbed Fuck Slave 9 by her long blonde hair, ignoring Fuck Slave 4’s whimper of disappointed as she hadn’t been chosen and impaled Fuck Slave 9’s open mouth on his apple sized cock head.
  18. Monday 12:32 Quentin- MAN!!! Quentin- Thanks 4 the app Will- Lol u r welcome Will- Guess that means you used it A picture of a tall well built very handsome man appears on my phone, his clothes look a little too small for him. Quentin- Damn right I used it Quentin- I have gym next period Quentin- Gonna make Greg and his jock buds pay Will- Good idea, just don’t kill them Will- Could be traced back to the app Will- Then they’ll change us back Quentin- They???? Will- Yea parents, school, police Will- They can believe you just grew into a beast and won’t look into it Will- Unless your stupid and draw too much attention to yourself Quentin- So I shouldn’t start wearing tanks to show off Will- NOOOOOOO Will- I want to show off so badly myself, but wait till college Will- Its only a year away Quentin- Ok, I need new clothes though Will- Yea you look close to bursting out of that shirt Quentin- And my briefs…. A picture of a pair of Superman briefs pulled thread bare by a very fat and long horse cock and a pair of hearty bull nuts pops up on my phone. Will- Save it for the girls Quentin- Ohhhhh I will Quentin- Already getting ideas on how to fuck my neighbour Will- Just remember don’t draw attention Will- So no one married or in a relationship Quentin- Yea yea, not till college
  19. “Ok…. looks good” Damian said concern leaving his voice He held his wrist while bouncing his bicep to check out the definition. It was thick, round and damn near perfect, you couldn’t tell it had been grown in a lab, made to order. His entire body was a work of art, it was designed to be after all. Toned and tanned. Muscles where there should be muscles, even some places where there shouldn’t be. All of it covered by a large t-shirt, and baggy shorts, and he was on the beach. There were lesser men wandering around in barely anything and he was hiding his perfection. It was because only moments ago before he pushed himself into the ripped tanned beach god body, Damian was 5ft4 and as skinny as a rail. He’d been spotty and greasy, but desperately in love with Greg. Greg was the amazing blond lifeguard at the beach, he’d loved him since high school, but he wasn’t Greg’s type. Greg liked men, real men, with muscles and height. Greg wanted to look up at his lover, not down at Damian’s watery eyes. Now though he would have to look up at Damian, most people would. He wasn’t a towering beast, only 6ft3. But he would be able to press his nose into Greg’s blond curls when they hugged. Damian felt up his face, the bone structure was amazing, worth the extra money to grow a model like skull. Plus it even looked like Damian a bit, just much hotter and chiselled. He could lie and pretend that puberty hit him hard in college. Greg would believe that, wouldn’t he? He pulled off the cap and dropped it onto his towel. His hair was tight to his scalp, the shop told him a new body would need time to grow the long brown locks he’d paid for. Maybe it would be fun to grow out his hair while dating Greg instead of just turning up with the style Greg loved. Damian gave a few final practices of bouncing his pecs, still getting used to the new muscle. He reluctantly pulled off the white t-shirt, his tanned muscles free to the view of the crowded beach. He looked around, no one seemed to focus on him, he forced himself to stand tall. This body was built to command attention. Then he dropped his shorts with a gulp, if his toned beefy chest didn’t get the beaches attention, the couple thousand dollars worth of cock packed into his bright yellow speedo would. With a deep breath Damian headed to the lifeguard hut and to Greg, fingers crossed he said yes to a date.
  20. Anonymous Asked: So I have this friend who's a total alpha male: tall, ripped, hung like a horse, and super confident. The only issue is that he constantly brags about how many guys he sleeps with, and I thought you might be able to teach him a bit of a lesson about bragging about his virility and insatiable appetite... I want his dick to be permanently erect, and his big nuts always full to bursting, leaving him constantly horny and on the verge of busting his nut in his pants. I'm a massive fan, by the way ;) He sounds like a hot...very overconfident guy. Though I’m sure he has every reason to be overconfident, having a massive dick and countless conquests can do that to you. You’ll get your wish, your alpha male buddy will always be rock hard…. and I might throw in a couple more inches just to make it even harder for him to hide that beer can monster. No more bragging when it's too big to fit in anyone…not that he’ll get the chance, that beast will scare anyone away. Those big nuts of his will be swollen with fresh cum even after he’s just plastered the walls with his last load. I’m not sure why you asked for this curse…maybe you want to be the guy who’s guts he floods with all that thick cum, or maybe you just don’t like the guy. But either way you won’t be seeing much of him… unless you go to his place, then you’ll see all 13 inches of him and a lot more. Anonymous Asked: I recently got my hands on a Chronivac, but I realised that I can't change myself with it. Odd, isn't it? But I could use it on my friends from the chess team. Could you please tell me what I should do to these nerds? That is such an easy thing to answer… Turn them into tall, dominating, muscle jocks… Make them all over 6ft tall, all over 200lbs of ripped muscle, give them massive fat horse cocks, big cum heavy bull nuts, powerful deep voices and immense confidence in their own superiority. Image how fun it will be to see them take over the school, either you can set it so they have always been studs, or so that they suddenly remember that they are studs and watch as the school falls into the reality. Watching them play around with each other, making fun of the little guys, fucking every girl they can. Bursting out of clothes that are for some reason too small (for fun you should make the clothes a few sizes too small). I’m sure you’ll love sitting in class with half a dozen hunks sitting with you, sitting head and shoulders above everyone. Though I should warn you that changes like these can cause massive mental changes even if you don’t mean for it to happen. You might find yourself getting savagely face fucked by your friends at your next chess team meeting, but roll the dice, should be a fun ride. Anonymous Asked: I would love to have friends who are tall AND muscular, however my friends and I are geeks in a way~ playing board games, pc games and card games, etc. Though some of them are already tall or thick boned (but no muscle). Can you help me? Help I can, they will still be your friends, still play all the games and be massive nerds. But you’d have all the eye candy you can eat… or swallow. All of them will be tall and thick boned… in the sense of having thick cocks. There won’t be a bit of fat on their perfect bodies, just toned strong muscle. You’d be the same as you were before, just now with hunky friends, who you may find will be a lot more demanding… or they might not even want to be friends anymore. I just hope it works out the way you wanted.
  21. Paul was struggling, 18 and at college he’d been asked to write an essay on his heritage. It was meant to be a way of showing how well you handled historical research, but Paul just couldn’t find anything. His father was a mix of German, English, Norwegian, Canadian and the rest of Caucasian world. His mother though was Hispanic, she claimed 100% Mexican, but his grandfather always talked about Chile and Brazil. He’d wanted to write about that heritage, but his mother had come over illegally when she was 4. All he knew were the stories, and there was very few from before his grandfather uprooted the family from Mexico and crossed the border. He knew this grandfather had been a gardener and janitor, his grandmother had been maid as some very rich familie’s mansion. He remembered hearing stories about his uncle Jose, who’d been a pool boy when he was teen. The guy still ran a pool cleaning business, but he was running the accounts instead of netting up leafs. His mother was the success story, won a scholarship to Harvard, became a lawyer, married a Senator’s son and set up her own law firm with a couple girls from her sorority. Every bit the American Dream, but that only filled 300 words. Paul’s head thudded against his notepad as he sighed in frustration. He looked up from his desk and out the window onto the campus green below. It was pitch black outside, but then a streak of light rocketed across the sky. “A shooting star” Paul grinned “What the fuck, I wish I was more in touch with my heritage” he wished Nothing happened, Paul shook his head, he was an idiot to even try that. Thankfully he was alone in his room. He gave up and dropped his pen and climbed into bed. ——————————————————————————————————————————— Pablo woke, the warm summer sun beaming down onto him. He rose from the sun lounger, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He scratched at his dark beard, his rich dark skin tight over his bulging bicep. What the fuck, Pablo thought, no Paul, my name is Paul, he reminded himself. His room was gone, instead he stood in a lush garden, a massive olympic sized pool in front of him. A huge mansion surrounding the garden. He scanned the area for his clothes, only a net on a long stick next to the lounger waited for him. Pablo bounced his pecs, his perky dark nipples erect in the sun. He gave them a pull, Paul screamed internally. Paul tried to focus, but his mind was cloudy. He took a step and felt his thick long legs stomp down with each step. But something heavy got his attention. He looked down, he was in white swim trunks and they were bulging. “Christ thats big” he muttered, but not in english, only Spanish He gripped his throat, he’d hardly ever spoken Spanish, his mother didn’t even speak it. No that wasn’t right, Paul…. no, Pablo thought. His mother only spoke Spanish, or she had before Pablo jumped the border. He ran a hand down his abs, cupping his large bulge in his hand. Pablo grinned, thank god he was beautiful, he knew looks got you places in America. He had a nice room in the guest house, an easy job lounging around the pool and all he had to do was walk around in tiny trunks or undies so that the old man living in the mansion got a treat. He rubbed the back of his head, his bicep bulging again. Paul fading from his mind, a rich hispanic heritage replacing him, the language, songs, folk stories. It would of made an amazing essay, if Pablo was in university and not cleaning a pool. Pablo bent and touched his toes, giving the old man a good view from the kitchen window of his plump bubble butt.
  22. Anonymous Asked: Hey, dude. I've always wanted a huge bubble butt, but I hate having to put time and effort into it. Think you can make the process a lot simpler? You are just in luck kind Anonymous messenger, with Mr Abs Insta-Booty you can get the ass of your dreams with one simple method. Just lay back, think of England and pray Mr Abs patented botty inflating thrusting doesn’t wake the neighbours and/or break your bed. All for the low low low price of your soul and the cost of replacing your bed. Anonymous Asked: I'm a chubby nerd with an average cock, do you think you can turn me into the hung alpha I've always wanted to be? I can try…… I mean I have so little experience with turning guys into beefy alpha men with fat donkey dicks and insane sexual appetites. *laughs* Yea I can’t keep a straight face either. Sure man… what do you want?? Height? Muscle? Hair? Beard? Bull Nuts? Big Feet? Big Cock? Ohhhhh, all of the above and a dominating attitude. Ok, I can get all that for you. Hung and Alpha is what you asked for, so its what you get. Double digit cock with the body and mind to back it up. Everything you do is cocky, the slightest movement has a swagger to it, every word you say drips with authority. Your body is towering and broad with strong muscle, hair covers it in all the right places without looking too overdone. A couple tattoos and a hearty beard finish off the look as you pull yourself out of your personal pool at your beach front house. Your wide feet thudding as you wide some cool water off yourself. So, who’s gonna get fucked first?? I hope you made a list??? Anonymous Asked: People always teased me because I have long hair as a boy. Could you make them stop? There is nothing wrong with a boy having long hair, yea sure you may get bullied now, but in a few years you’ll be a man with long hair and that is one of the hottest things around. Every boy I know who grew long hair ended up looking like some viking stallion when they left college. Tall, hairy, booming voice and a commanding presence. All muscle, all man. Don’t let the bullies get you down, because soon you’ll be looking down on them and they’ll be begging for you to show mercy…. Whether you do is your choice, but I wonder who’s sitting at your feet in this pic.
  23. I wanted to play out a little scenario that I have thought about on many occasions. This is actually what I would do if I happened to find a genie's lamp. I hope you enjoy The Genie's Curse People always talk about the Genie's Curse when it comes to wishing for things. The best thing to do is just not make any wishes. This is theorized to be true for two reasons - a genie will always twist your words and whatever you wish for will have dire unforeseen consequences. When I found a genie's lamp on the beach, I got to see first hand whether or not that would be true. My first inclination was to tell the genie to go back into the lamp and bury it. But then it came out and said, "Greetings my master. I have been exiled in the lamp for a millennium. For releasing me, I will grant you three wishes. Anything your heart desires will come true," curiosity got the better of me. How could I possibly bury it? It would haunt me until my dying breath if I lost this chance. But I had to play it smart. Why was the Genie's Curse really a curse? The first reason was that a genie's sole motivation would be some enjoyment after many years of being imprisoned. If you had magic and could do anything with it, why not have a little fun, right? The second reason is that wishing for grand things has an impact on human events. Any action has an equal and opposite reaction. If you influence human events through magic, that unnatural force is bound to bite you in the ass. So let's see, the first obstacle is getting around a genie twisting words for its amusement. I took the bait. Though it was a little hard to concentrate while looking at the genie - it probably intentional in order to make the wisher slip up. The genie was quite attractive. I am hesitant to call it a 'guy' since it was some magical creature. Although, it looked incredibly masculine. It was a haze from the waist down, trailing towards the lamp. From what I could see in the haze, it had quite a bulge stuffed into sort of silk loincloth looking garment. It was naked from the waste up save for a star tattoo on its right cheek and a bunch of piercings all over the place. "Hello... er... genie? What are the rules of wishing?" I tried not to get entranced by its V-taper. Its shoulders looked like they were twice as wide as mine, heading down to an impossibly hard and cut waist. The V was further enhanced by the hips shrinking as it disappeared into the haze. That was all hard enough to avoid staring at. Not drooling over its plump and juicy pecs with nipples pointing slightly towards the ground would be a little more difficult. The genie grinned. "Ah, such a wise master." I, of course, told myself that I was immune to it buttering me up. "Start the wish by saying 'I wish'. You cannot wish for more wishes. You cannot wish to influence another human's mind - such as forcing them to love you. You cannot wish for another human's death. Anything else is yours for the taking. Do you want wealth beyond your wildest dreams? Do you want world peace?" The genie rolled its eyes. "Wealth comes with its own problems. I would never know who my true friends were. I would lose all sense of accomplishment for working hard and getting a reward or paycheck. Nah, money would not be the way to go." The genie nodded knowingly. It had an expression of remembering those circumstances happening before. "And world peace would be even worse. Either people would start wars over the peace or all good would lose its meaning because you need some evil to appreciate the good." The genie got a smirk on its face. It screamed 'so you think you are smart, eh?'. Although, it did raise an eyebrow quizzically at me. If it didn't get enjoyment out of twisting my wishes, at least it seemed to be finding my rationalization amusing. "No no, none of those things. I already know my first wish." "Please, master, I am all ears." "I wish that you would answer any questions that I ask you with honesty and the absence of double meanings." I carefully considered how that should satisfy both of my criteria for avoiding the Genie's Curse. The genie started laughing. "That is certainly a unique wish. None of my former masters ever asked for honesty from a genie. Your wish, even though quite odd, is my command." It snapped its fingers. Nothing happened, but that was to be expected. "What would you ask of me?" "You said that I cannot get more wishes. Can I get more genies?" I was choosing my words to avoid say "I wish" in any context. The genie doubled over laughing and shook its head no. "Can you create a machine or some type of magical device that grants more wishes?" The genie stopped laughing at this and had a thoughtful expression. It actually looked like it did not know the answer. It slowly opened its mouth, "...No... Hmm interesting." It said that with some surprise in its voice. "I guess wishing for honesty can give you answers that even I do not know. You are quite amusing, master." It began to chuckle again. "What happens if I grant you your freedom?" The laughing stopped once more and the genie grew gravely serious. "The lamp needs a magical tether. If it is broken from me, it will connect to the next closest being. Since you would be making the wish, it would turn you into a genie." "Is it so bad being a genie, I mean isn't it great having magic?" "The lamp's magic only becomes true for the master. Anything I do for myself..." It started swelling in size to make its point. Its shoulders became these massive caps - looking like there were football shoulder pads underneath of its skin. The pecs plumped up even more, forcing the nipples to face towards its abs. And those abs even thickened, giving it that armor plating look around its waist. "...is just an illusion." It maintained its new shape. Every muscle looked like it was flexed as hard as possible, but the genie's expression showed no effort being exerted. It was doing it on purpose, trying to throw me off. It could see that my vision trailed down to its hazy crotch, which had tripled in size. My throat suddenly felt like they were as dry as a dessert. All I could do was stare with wide eyes at the pulsing hazy fabric. A groan bubbled up from my chest. The genie had used some of its magic to make me triple in size, as well. I could feel my cock stiffening and starting to run down my leg. It also tripled the sensation I was feeling. My cock slowly rubbing along my leg as it engorged was sending shockwaves to my brain. When I felt a little breeze softly blowing against my cock head as it peaked out the bottom of my shorts, I almost popped. I bucked my hips a few times. My abs and thighs were contracting with the power of the ocean. In and out, ebb and flow. I had the overwhelming sensation that I was going to blow a load 10 times greater than ever before. And when that event finally happened a new galaxy would be born into the universe. I was beginning to lose my balance at the sheer ecstasy overwhelming me. I didn't realize that a genie could do something like that. I knew it was an illusion, though. I couldn't let it win at this game. Before long, I would be wishing to be a sex god or something just to feel like that all of the time. That would break all of my criteria for avoid the Genie's Curse. No, focus on the mission. However, it sparked an idea that I tucked away for later. I bit my lip before speaking. "Ok, so what about destroying the tether?" I also poked one of my nails as hard as I could into my thumb to shake off the rest of the sensation. The genie had a faint smile watching me squirm. It licked its lips as it watched my cock head pulse at the bottom of my shorts. The genie shook its head. "Anything magical like the tether would be released into the world. It would be like a tsunami of magic. The explosive force would kill 4 billion 813 million 120 thousand 94 humans." The genie groaned a little. Obviously the honest truth was not very enjoyable for it. The absolute facts were certainly killing the genie's own lust. "What if I made the lamp into just an ordinary lamp?" I suddenly realized with some sadness that my cock was back to normal. The genie maintained his massive size and bulge, though. The genie started to open its mouth to answer, but was again unsure. "The tether would cease to exist..." "And what about you?" "The magic binding me would be gone." "So you would be free. You could go live your life." I didn't actually ask a question, but it seemed like it gave a truthful answer anyway. "I am thousands of year old. Without the magic, I would be turned to dust instantly." "But you want to live your life, right? There has to be a way to save you." "No..." It suddenly hit me that I had asked another question this time. "You want to die?" "Yes. I have nothing in this time. I would rather die a thousand deaths over staying one more second trapped in the lamp." So that would be wish number three. Although, the smart thing would be to elude the Genie's Curse and just make the wish right away to end it. But I still felt that I could outsmart the curse. "I will make it happen, but I just have a couple more questions." The genie smiled at me. "How long can a wish be - as in how many words or the amount of time to say it?" "There is no word or time limit. However, the wish will be judged on a natural break. If you try to include 100 additions to the wish, at some point a natural break will occur and the wish will be granted up to that point." "Can I make stipulations on a wish, such as making a wish and then adding on extra parts of the wish before you grant it?" "Yes, but the wish has to be granted and the stipulation added before the magic takes full effect. You only get one." "How long before a wish takes effect?" "Possibly 10-20 seconds depending on how extensive the wish is." "Interesting... Alright, last question. Can I create a device that can make illusions that I ask for?" The genie had mentioned that it had an endless supply of illusion magic. When the genie increased my cock a few moments ago, I could feel all of the sensations. Meaning if I could obtain some of that illusion magic, I would be able to feel all of it. I wouldn't be asking for more wishes, just the illusions. And the illusions would not have a direct impact on other humans. I could feel all of the sensations of being whatever I want without anybody else being the wiser. So that also would satisfy my criteria for evading the Genie's Curse. "Illusion devices are acceptable wishes." So now I had to word the second wish correctly to get it just right. And any stipulation had to be added very quickly. I thought about it for a few minutes while the genie waited patiently. I needed some sort of activator that I would never say during regular conversation. Having illusions appearing all of the time while I am talking would be dreadful. I also did not want other people to see the illusions - cannot affect humans. And since this is an outside device instead of an ability granted to me, I can always discard the device if the genie did twist my words. But that meant there had something about only me being able to use it or else someone would see the illusions and others people would be impacted. "I wish for a device that creates illusions that only I can see whenever I start with the phrase 'Okay Google' followed by my request." I did not have an android phone, but if someone overheard me saying it and then a request, they would not think anything of it. "Your wish is my command." The genie lifted its hand and snapped its fingers. Time for the stipulation. "When I say 'become the illusion', I will take on the form of the illusion without anybody except for me noticing the difference for 30 minutes." The genie started laughing again. "Adding stipulations after the fact is also a new one. Very intriguing." The genie already had an orb the size of a bowling ball in its hands. It had a mischievous glint in its eyes, but I ignored it. "Here is your illusion device. You have one wish remaining, master." I took the bowling ball. It looked like smoke was swirling on the inside. I do not know what I was expecting for a magical illusion device, but a crystal ball struck me as a little cliché. "As promised, you know what is coming next. I am glad I got to meet you for as brief as it was." Realizing that I was not lying about the third wish, the genie floated over and hugged me. My face was smothered in its pecs, but I wasn't complaining. If its arms could curve, I bet it could have wrapped them around me twice considering how wide it was. Instead, I felt completely engulfed. "Thank you master. You are more generous than I could have hoped for." It swelled a little more as a sign of appreciation. My face was all but swallowed up by the genie's pec cleavage. I "swelled" some from the embrace. And continued swelling. The genie had sprinkled in a little of its magic again. I found myself lengthening and lengthening, peaking out of my shorts once more and going further. I could feel my cock head brushing past the middle of my calf. It was too much, I lost all feeling in my legs. The genie was easily able to hold me up with its embrace. As if I didn't already feel like I was floating on a cloud, the genie rose up a couple of feet taking me along for the ride. My balls started to swell with my ever increasing cock size. My shorts completely tore down the front and fell to the ground. The genie's pecs were so huge, that my entire head and torso were being swallowed up. I was past feeling like a galaxy was going to be born. I was going create a new universe - and I did. The orgasm caused me to black out. In the blackness, big bang 2 happened and a hundred billion new stars were created with a million new galaxies to go along with them. I opened my eyes and was panting for air. I was on the beach and the genie was floating in front of me with that mischievous smile again. I put my hands on my knees to catch my breath. I could see that my shorts were perfectly in tact. The orb was in the sand next to me. If that orb even had a tenth as much power in its illusions as the genie itself, I was going to have a lot of fun with this. But why the mischievous expression? The thought flashed in my head for a moment that the genie could have been lying this entire time. I only assumed that the honesty wish actually worked. I could be unleashing an evil into the world, one of which it could never conceive or defeat. Or maybe the tsunami magic explosion thing would happen. I swallowed hard, trying to push those fears down. I had made a promise. If it was telling the truth and I backed out of my promise, what would that make me? I stood up with confidence, "I wish that the genie's lamp became an ordinary lamp." The genie mouthed the words 'thank you' and snapped his fingers. The haze began to dissipate. The genie itself looked like it was turning to ash, still with a smile on its face. "And the genie's soul and essence gets reborn as an ordinary human to live a full life!" Stipulation! Now it would have a chance to live the life it was robbed of thousands of years ago. The disintegrating face in front of me got a shocked looked. I could swear I saw an ashen tear roll down its cheek before vanishing as dust in the wind. I stared at where the genie was just moments before. I stared for at least an hour at nothing. I was slowly coming to grips with what had happened. I picked up the lamp and tried rubbing it. Nothing happened. I fiddled with it a bit more and still nothing. I didn't really need a lamp, but I decided to keep it as a memento. I spent the rest of the day sitting there on the beach, looking out over the water. I was lost in thought, but not thinking about anything specifically. My friend, if you could call a genie that you knew for only 20 minutes a friend, would finally be happy. And I had something that would bring me pleasure without affecting anything else. I knew I had beaten the Genie's Curse. ================= Later that night, I finally made my way back home. I was eager to try out the big orb. I knew the first thing I wanted to try... "Okay google, what would I look like in 20 years if I started taking steroids and busted my ass in the gym." The swirling smoke sped up and an image began to emerge. I was a little disappointed that the image was trapped in the ball instead of projecting a life size hologram. I guessed that I needed to be more specific on that part. "Maybe next time I find a genie's lamp." I chuckled at the thought. The little guy definitely looked like me, with silver hair. I looked like a taller Feri Andrasoni - glasses and all. The older me was completely naked. I unzipped my pants and started jacking off looking a super hot 60 year old version of myself. "Okay google, show me the same image but add in that I used the best methods for penis enlargement over those 20 years." The image remained, but the muscles all inflated with an extra 30 or 40 pounds of beef. The cock also inflated, still soft, to around three times the thickness, and hung down past mid-thigh. I couldn't even stop myself, I immediately blew all over the orb in my lap. It didn't seem to be affected by the cum dripping down it. But I still got up and cleaned off the big glass bowling ball before getting back to it. I looked down in my lap and instantly got hard again. I chuckled, "Okay google, clear the image." I didn't want to spend the whole night jacking off to the same thing and that image definitely seemed to be a trigger. I had some others I wanted to try and could always come back to it later. The silver haired me vanished into the smoke, but I still jacked off for a few minutes with the image burned into my mind. I made a mental note to figure out what exactly the older me used for that penis and muscle growth. I now knew it was possible, but it wasn't like the older me was holding up a bottle of some supplement or giving me instructions. Hmm, maybe I could say something like, 'show what the current image looks like when it is taking its supplements'. Or I could 'become the illusion' and see if I find any clues while inside of that body. It would take some work, but definitely worth the effort. I decided to save that for later. "Okay google, show me what I look like." A naked image of me appeared. "Okay google, shrink the current image to five feet tall while keeping the muscles the same volume." The image shrunk down by a foot and a half and all of its stats puffed up. My 19 inch biceps looked somewhat regular at my current height, while at the same volume on a five foot tall me they were looking massive. With the shorter limbs, the same volume pumped them up to at least 22 inches. The torso didn't shrink as much as a limbs. My pecs did jut out another inch or two, though. They definitely had a nicer shape on the smaller frame - like if you squeeze a balloon a little to force air into a smaller space. My legs were spectacular! My quads had to be in the 35 inch area since those limbs took the biggest hit in terms of height. I grinned as a mischievous thought popped into my head. "Okay google show me what I would look like at my actual height with the same muscle proportions as in the current image." The image grew by 18 inches and the sizes of everything swelled with it. The chest, the arms, the legs, the neck, and even the waist all expanded by 20%. I repeated the same command as earlier: "Okay google, shrink the current image to five feet tall while keeping the muscles the same volume." I giggled with delight as the body became that of a five foot tall version of me with inflating muscles. The thighs were growing past 50 inches. Its ab muscles were thicker than a bodybuilder's bicep and somehow six of them were jammed into the small space between the pecs and the waist. Its pecs were so engorged and heavy that they drooped down over the abs. They would have been hanging even lower if the meat slab abs weren't fighting for space. The top of the pecs were obscuring the creature's shortened neck. I called it a creature because this thing had already passed the point of being human. It looked like it had entirely too much muscle. Well beyond anything a normal human could have with or without drugs. I was really getting into the mounds and mounds of muscle, though. It looked like the thing was made of clay and the sculptor got fed up with shaping and just slapped on more and more and more. But I wasn't done, yet. "Okay google, show me what I would look like at my actual height with the same muscle proportions as in the current image." I was jacking off already before the image began to change. The expectations of this massive muscle giant was too much. However, the mood was instantly killed off... literally. The huge hulk that was forming turned pale and vacant. It was obviously dead. I shucked the ball on to the seat and quickly got up. "Woah, I have have to be careful." If I used my 'become the image' part of the wish and that version could not actually survive, would I be dead, too? Does the illusion magic protect me from something like that? "Oh shit, the things heart. It was inflating with size during the growing and shrinking." I couldn't risk becoming something for fun and winding up dead. I promised myself if I was going to become something, it had to be healthy enough to last for the 30 minutes for me to change back. "Okay google... Show what I would look like growing up if I had the best diet and exercise for my health." Swirling smoke inside of the orb began to feed into the image of me. I grew up right before my eyes looking incredibly vibrant throughout my youth into adulthood. I could immediately recognize myself, but at the same time the image was totally different. The guy in the ball was built like a cover of Men's Health magazine but even healthier. He had to be in the 10-12% body fat area with clearly bulging abs. Striations in his chest and delts were slicing up the muscles with definition even at 10+% fat. His arms had thick veins standing out and roping down to his hands. The image had stopped aging for some reason. "Okay google, using the same parameters, show the image at my current age." I waited a bit and nothing happened. My eyes bugged out of my head, this was the health nut version of me at my current age. The guy's skin was absolutely flawless - to the point where I would have suspected makeup and plastic surgery to look that good at 40 years old. The most shocking part was that his skin and face looked to be 21 or 22 years old, around half of my age. "Well, that guy would definitely last 30 minutes." My cock began to harden again at the thought of combining this image with the silver haired hunk. "Okay google, show me the current parameters aged by 20 years." I was picturing in my head the silver haired hunk from before but with a healthier fitness model kind of vibe. The image of Clayton Paterson came to mind. The one where his is naked with leg covering his junk and butt cheek hanging off the table. I moaned with lust filling my head. The image in the orb began to change. The muscles were not as pronounced as in the 20-something looking version. So age did make him lose a bit of muscle mass, but he was still looking tight and stacked. I then got a feeling of annoyance welling up rather than erotic pleasure. The guy looked younger than me. "Fuck you dude," I spat out. This ass in the ball was 60 years old and looked to be around 30. The only thing identifying him as a senior was a bit of silver forming as his temples. His skin was still flawless. He had no wrinkles what-so-ever on his face. His eyes and lips were vibrant. His pecs and especially his cock and balls were really pert and raring to go. I knew this image was not in the 'become the illusion' direction. The 20-something looking guy at my age was OK, but a 60 year old looking 10 years younger than the real me would constantly make me feel regret. "Next... Let's make this guy bulk up some. Okay google... Show me the same conditions as the current image but with his diet and exercise focusing on maximum muscle growth." I saw myself growing up again. Instead of having a vibrant youth, I was a swarthy jock. My glasses appeared on my face as I aged - gaining more of a nerdy jock look. The thought popped into my head that I had not seen my glasses on the health nut. That thought quickly vanished as my bone structure expanded and thickened to prevent injury from all of the stress it was put under. By the time I looked like I was college aged, I was looking like a totally beefy hunk. Then the freshman 15 of college hit, or I should say the freshman 150. I reached and quickly exceeded the old Žydrūnas Savickas (before his weight loss). The thought of being a 400 pound version of Big Z walking around campus immediately made me blow a second load even though I was only partly chubbed. I didn't even bother cleaning up as I was enamored with the movie of my alternate life playing before me. I could see the skeleton reshaping as it continued to age from years of heavy resistance and pressure straining the bones and joints. This allowed more and more mass to be packed on. My pecs became so bulbous that they encroached on my chin's space. Then, they continued growing even more, pushing my head backwards. The pecs weren't drooping like the inflation I had witnessed a few minutes ago with the growing and shrinking fantasy. Instead, they maintained a lot of perk from the healthy guy's body. These things were made for holding mass. Kind of like how Johnnie Jackson's pecs keep building outward instead of down or to the side. The forever bulk version of me gained at least 700 or 800 pounds, passing by the one thousand pounds mark. I couldn't even tell what the waist line was. However, the tree trunk legs, huge gravity defying pecs and arms that would surpass most normal people's waist measurements, made my gut look much smaller in comparison. I started jacking off again thinking about how powerful this freak was - my cock had continued chubbing disregarding having already blown a load during the growth sequence. I had 60 years of dedication to muscle mass. I didn't care about aesthetics or even strength. I ate for mass. I exercised for mass. It was so freakin hot seeing myself at quadruple my current body weight. I was a half ton silver haired muscle nerd. I was unreasonably massive while still looking like I would enjoy building you a computer or might own a comic book shop. As I was getting close to another climax, I thought about how I could do one better. I could try combining the silver haired hunk and this massive brute with some youth and health mixed in for good measure. "Okay google... Show me what I would look like today if my family had the genetics for optimal hormone production as a starting point, while I had the best diet and exercise regime for balancing health and muscle growth." The new image began to form. There was only a small hint of looking like me. He had incredibly masculine features - a jawline cut from steel. He apparently did not need glasses like me. His skin was almost as flawless as the health nut, save for a few moles. I grinned at that, even family history changes and perfect diet couldn't save him from my signature moles. I looked over the body. Was it my imagination or was he actually taller? "Okay google, show the real me standing next to the current image." I appeared beside him. "Holy shit, he is taller by at least a few inches inches. And his penis has got to be..." I pinched my fingers together and squinted, comparing the 'me' image to the other one. "maybe 3? 4?" It was tough to tell at that size. If I could just get it a little bigger. "Okay google, zoom in on the groins of the current images." The images zoomed in and the bigger me was definitely at least 4 inches larger, soft. "Okay google, show the current images getting fully aroused." The cocks both started lengthening and inflating. The real me reached his respectable 8 inches, tilted slightly downward and perfectly straight. Just like me, the bigger guy was a grower, not a shower. "Holy shit..." I sputtered as I watched the thing continue inflating. The massive club finally stopped expanding, ending with a just a hint of an upward curve and maybe 30 degrees angled upward. His suspensitory ligament was certainly much stronger than mine to hold that monster at an upward angle. "Okay google, zoom out to full size images." It complied, still showing the two guys fully erect. The bigger me looked like he oozed testosterone next to the real me. I lifted the ball and turned it. I could see everything turning in 3D. "Oh, yeah..." I made another mental note for myself to check out some of the others from behind. I had been jacking off the entire time but not fully hard until seeing the cocks from the side view. I started spasming in my chair a little. With the other hand I continued looking at the two from every angle. This was the one. I grunted out, "Oh... oh..." I was close to blowing a third load. The globular bubble butt on the bigger me was incredibly hot. I currently can fill out a pair of pants nicely, but this ass was putting mine to shame. I placed the ball on the coffee table. "Oh... kay... gmmmm" This guy was taller and so much wider than me. I didn't know how the transformation would take effect and didn't want my clothes shredded. So I quickly removed the clothing, practically ripping them off and defeating the purpose. I continued pumping my hand up and down my cock. "Ooookay goo... gull..." I closed my eyes and started feeling my body. I was imagining what it was going to be like in a minute when I was cumming as this perfect god of a man. "become the illusion..." ================= My eyes flung open when I heard the clanging of metal. I looked down, it definitely was not my body. And I was clothed. I had some sort of hospital scrubs on - is this guy a medical doctor? I looked up and around. I wasn't in my home anymore, I was at some small gym. There were a couple of other guys and one woman there. All were wearing scrubs. One of them called over, also surprised from the metal clanging sound. "Hey buddy, you OK?" "Y... yeah." I was surprised by my voice. I already have a deep voice, but this guy was like a rolling thunder. It was so silky and rich that my one word sent a jolt to my cock. That was also weird, I wasn't currently hard or cumming. I had expected to finish masturbating as this big guy. I became aware that I was half holding a bar above my head. I looked behind me and the weights on the machine were stacked. So the metal clanging that startled me was also caused by me - it had slipped out of my hand during the transfer and smashed down. The pieces started fitting together. I was doing lat pulldowns and the pin was set at 600 lbs. I muttered under my breath, "600 pounds..." I grab the bar and did one more rep. It felt like I was using 50 pounds with my real body. How strong was this guy that 600 pounds was barely a warmup weight? "I mean yes. I am fine, I just lost focus for a second." I released the bar slowly this time and adjusted the pin up for the next person. The guy laughed. "No kidding. With everything you have going on, anybody would be unfocused. Just keep relieving your tension. We are happy to share the gym with you." So I wasn't a doctor in this body - one mystery down. Some memories started filtering in. My life had occurred the same way as before. As I had wished, nobody noticed the difference with this illusion form. For every event of my life, I had been this statuesque version of me with looks to die for, but people treated me the same. Every bully had still bullied me. My parents and siblings still treated me like I was just a kid - even though I was more masculine than my brothers and father, while clearly the tallest in the family. It was really odd picturing this version of myself going through the same life events. "I..." Another shockwave to my cock. "I think I am going to take a walk." The full sentence rumbled vibrations of pleasure throughout my entire torso. I had to get away from this guy, if I kept talking, I would probably blow in the scrubs sitting there. The guy nodded. "Good luck, man. Come back if you need to relieve some more stress. Just don't push yourself too hard or you might pull a muscle. You weren't using any heavy weights though, so that shouldn't be a problem." That was odd too. So they could notice my actions but do not see the difference in me or exactly what I can do. The guy must have seen something like 100 pounds or so set on the weight rack. That would take some getting used to with any other transformations I do. That would be especially true if I was a 10 foot tall muscle giant and people still talked to me like I was normal height and size. I reached up and twisted the scrubs a little to look at the tag. It read 6XL on the label. As I was walking out, I could see myself in the mirror. It looked like the real me staring back. However, I could see the top of my head. It was so trippy looking straight at myself in a mirror but at the same time seeing over myself. I felt at my face, the reflection was adjusting his glasses, but I could not currently feel them with my hand. Even the scrubs looked fine in my reflection - certainly not 6XL. But I could feel them tight around my upper body and hanging like I was wearing tent over my abdomen. I explored around a little underneath of the top. The scrub bottoms must have also been in the 4, 5 or 6XL area but felt like lycra pants hugging my thighs and calves. The waistband was very loose and the top of my ass was exposed, as well as what felt like a generous forest of pubic hair on the front popping out. The waist was drooping so low on the front that the top of my cock was probably also visible. The thought of which brought me to full mast. I could feel my cock straining hard against the scrubs. With my pecs in the way, I wasn't able to check. While in the mirror, the bottoms looked more fitted and my reflection was just adjusting the waistband a little. I felt my knee getting moist from precum leaking out and soaking into the scrubs. My reflection did not reciprocate the wet spot or even being hard. I definitely needed to take that walk before I tested the limited of illusion magic. I mumbled, "so weird...," before exiting. The walk was good. It cleared my head and memories continued to come in. I still lived at the same apartment and had the same friends. I wasn't a patient at the hospital - which was nice to figure out. But why was I here? "Excuse me..." Someone said, as if on cue. I spun around and saw a nurse. "Come with me, we're ready." I followed her, not really sure what we were ready for. We turned the corner at the nurses' station and entered the maternity ward. Another nurse approached with a bundle in his arms. "He is in perfect health and ready to go home." I took the baby. It was my baby. "This is my baby..." The nurses both had big smiles on their faces. "Did you think of a name? We can sign the birth certificate now or you can contact us later." "Yes, his name is Gene Desato..." The name popped into my head like it had been there all along. "Who is the mother on record?" They shrugged nonchalantly. "There is no mother, only you, his father." They said it like they always see children born without mothers. "But...," I looked at their faces and all of this seemed normal to them. I had to keep in mind that all of this was being influenced by illusion magic, "...thank you so much." They both gave me a little squeeze on my massive arms - not like they were feeling me up - just as a gesture of support. So weird... how are they not seeing that something is off with this godly man having a child with no mother. This was absolutely a fantasy that I would 'become the illusion' again for. It would be a lot of fun raising a child I never had. I looked at the clock and realized that I had just enough time to get home and spend a few minutes with the baby before the 30 minutes would be up. "Whelp, we'll be on our way, thanks again!" The nurses waved goodbye to the baby and made some little cooing noises. He fell asleep in my arms on the elevator ride down to the first floor. When I got outside, I found my car - it was still the same car - but it had a baby seat strapped in. "That is convenient..." I strapped the baby in and opened the driver's side door. Reality inside of the car seemed to warp a little. I should not have been able to fit with my current size, but I had no difficulties getting in. I shrugged and drove home. Gene was still asleep when I walked in the door. I shut it gently behind me. Over on the chair was the orb, swirling with smoke again. I picked up the orb in my free hand and looked it over. I noticed the baby's eyes popped open. He didn't cry, but made some gurgling noises as he watched the smoke moving around. I chuckled, at least I wouldn't have to buy him a mobile whenever I am in this body. He seemed fascinated enough by the movement inside of this glass bowling ball. I brought him into my bedroom where I had a basinet already set up - also convenient. I loosened the swaddled blanket around his head to get a really good look at his face. The boy was absolutely stunning. I guess he had to be with such an attractive father. If I brought him to Gerber's or Huggies, they would pick him up as the new face of their companies instantly. He had a birthmark on his right cheek - it was in the shape of a star. I got a big grin on my face. "Gene, what a perfect name... So the stipulation worked after all, good for you..." I laughed quietly and set the former genie down into the basinet. "I was not expecting this outcome. You really were a trickster until the very end." I got the orb and placed it next to the inert lamp on the bookshelf. Gene just silently watched the glowing smoke swirling around. I walked back into the living room and sat on the chair. Only a few seconds left before things went back to normal, I promised Gene in my head that I would come back soon. I closed my eyes and the image of the genie and the lamp came to mind. The genie had that mischievous glint in its eye, handing me the orb. I mumbled out loud, "When I say 'become the illusion', I will take on the form..." Why did it look like it beat me at my own game? "...without anybody noticing..." The orb was in its hand. "Oh my god, the orb was already in its hand!" I opened my eyes with a start. I looked at the time and then at my body, I was still wearing the scrubs. I ran through the events from earlier again. "When I say 'become the illusion', I will take on the form of the illusion without anybody except for me noticing..." the orb appeared in its hand when I reached the word noticing. He said the stipulation would only work while the magic was taking shape. The part about 30 minutes didn't make it in... I waited a few more minutes and was convinced. It was definitely past the 30 minute point. I got up and walked into the bedroom. Gene was sleeping soundly. I grabbed the orb off of the shelf and went back to the chair. "Okay google, show me what I look like." Nothing happened. I remembered my first request from tonight, "Okay google, what would I look like in 20 years if I started taking steroids and busted my ass in the gym." Still nothing. I sunk into the chair a little, "Fuck... The orb doesn't work because I am not the same me as before. And I cannot return because the stipulation says that I will become the illusion with no end..." I massaged my face a little with my massive paw of a hand as I tried to think. Now I am the epitome of health and masculinity. Picture yourself growing a few inches in height and doubling your bodyweight with 100% pure muscle. Then bulk up a second time from there, adding to your overall thickness by leaps and bounds. Give yourself a masculine look that puts movie stars to shame, but still has enough of you to be recognizable. And Steve Reeves proportions be damned, you are the pinnacle of aesthetics. You are so beefy and massive. Someone could lose a credit card in your pec cleavage. All of your shirts are tailored made because your neck, arms, chest and lats would not possibly fit into anything that could also fit your waist - less you look like you are wearing a giant muumuu. Your ass can fill out the back side of anything you choose to wear. Your thighs force you to buy multiple pants sizes larger than what your waist needs. You have to always wear a belt to prevent indecent exposure, yet that only serves to highlight the magnificent curve of your glutes even more. That picture in your head is how I look and feel... only you'll still have to bulk up even more to add a bit more body mass and a few inches in size here and there to match me. My voice can cause someone to orgasm just listening to it. I could step on any bodybuilder stage and win without even posing. I could waltz into a power lifting contest and beat them without even using my warmup weights. If they used my face in an advertisement, any guy or girl out there would buy the product more out of lust than actually needing it. But nobody can see it... My voice sounds the same as before to all of them, deep but not overly sexy. They view me as tall and strong, but not someone who would win a bodybuilding competition. Even if I lifted ten times as much weight as anybody else at a powerlifting meet, they would not notice because of the illusion magic somehow telling their brains otherwise. I basically have to live my life as before with the constant knowledge that I could be more. That I could do more. At least I have a son out of all of this. I can train him and feed him the perfect diet since all of that knowledge is now stuck in my head. He has an absolutely amazing aptitude for muscle growth since he is this version of me's son and not the original me. Our family line in this reality had optimal genetics for hormones and health. And while nobody sees a difference in me, he is not under the same illusion constraints. He will be incredible with my help - an amazing life that I will only be able to witness from the sideline. I walked into the bedroom again and smiled down at my son. I whispered, "Genie, you sneaky bastard. You caught me in the Genie's Curse, regardless of how much I tried to avoid it. You came out of it with everything you wanted and I am trapped in an illusion of my own making." I chuckled and went over and kissed Gene on the star birthmark before turning out the lights in the living room to get ready for bed. I was left to contemplate my choices. If I could do it all over again knowing this outcome, would I do the smart thing and just bury the lamp? Would I change my wishes? No... I would do it all again and sacrifice myself to the illusions to give Gene the amazing life that he was robbed of thousands of years ago.
  24. Just around three years ago Kyle Patterson ceased to exist, and an XL long sleeve white shirt look his place. No one was there to see it happen when Kyle collapsed in on himself and fell into a pile of white cotton in the middle of his dorm room. Kyle was found three hours later by his computer programmer roommate Neil, if you asked him why he did, he’d say it was just because it felt right, but the second Neil walked into his dorm room he pulled off his shirt and pulled Kyle on. It took 3 days before Neil called the police about Kyle’s disappearance, nothing came of it. Just another run away, the police didn’t even question why Neil was wearing a shirt that hung around his knees. Within a month Kyle was quickly forgotten, and no one replaced him at Neil’s roommate. Not that Neil noticed, he became a hermit, spending every hour he wasn’t in classes in his dorm room. Always wearing the shirt, everyday, every hour, always wearing the shirt. It only got washed once a week and he’d watch it flop around through the machine window. Very few people noticed him, but as freshmen year went on people started to notice. Up until two frat boys swaggered through the dorm, up to his door. The door had a whiteboard on it, it still had Kyle’s name up on it, Neil was too preoccupied to erase him. The frat boys knocked, and knocked again. Neil opened the door, in just the shirt and his boxers. Gone was little computer geek Neil, with his spindly arms and legs, greasy hair and horrible ache. A freshmen muscle god stood at the door, the shirt filled to perfection, still a little loose, but just tight enough. One of the frat boys had his eyes on Neil’s pec shelf, the other was staring at the skin tight boxers and the still hard cock that had just been hidden away midway through a jack off session. Neil was taller as well, his head grazing the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. But between the thin gaps between Neil’s solid muscle and the wooden frame a thick, eye watering, virile musk oozed out and into the frat boys awaiting nostrils. “Hi” the crotch eyed frat boy greeted “HEY” Neil grunted his voice shaking the air around them “Hi” the pec eyed frat boy added “SO” Neil asked, scratching his pec Beneath the cotton his thicken pelt of chest hair teased the shirt, making what was left of Kyle giggle. “Ummmm” crotch eye cooed He was still staring at the throbbing member in Neil’s boxers, a growing wet patch appearing near the apple sized cock head. “We wanted….” pec eye announced, shaking Neil’s musk away from his face “We wanted to ask why you didn’t try to join our frat” Neil just shrugged his huge shoulders, which caused Kyle to strain a little against the beefy muscle beneath his fabric skin. It didn’t take long for the two frat boys to convince Neil to join up. A day or so later Neil was moved in and already turning crotch eye who was named Ike into his personal cum dump. Kyle got a great view of the furious fucking that Neil inflicted on Ike, as Neil even wore his favourite shirt while he was slamming his increasing large cock into Ike. This continued for the rest of freshmen year, Neil would study, workout and fuck, all while wearing his favourite shirt and former roommate, Kyle. Sometime in sophomore year Kyle lost his sleeves, Neil burst out of them one day when he was showing off to some girls. Who he then carried up on his massive shoulders to his room and fucked for a record 9 hours straight. Kyle had fun that night, even if he hurt a little from the rips in his fabric body. It only got worse for Kyle there, in junior year Neil’s bull neck tore the collar. Also after a run in with a splintered doorframe a small tear appeared on the lower half of Kyle. It was there for a while till Ike who was in his last year of college and spent most of his free time getting fucked by the increasingly monstrous Neil decided that Neil should turn Kyle into a cut off workout shirt. Neil spent the rest of his junior year and the beginning of his senior year running around with his furry abs on show for everyone. Then the worse happened for Kyle, he fell apart in the washing machine. Neil’s current conquest a top heavy blond cheerleader decided to wash Kyle, as Neil hadn’t in three months. She was very apologetic to Neil, as you would be to a 7ft4 muscle behemoth who’s cock was like heroin for who ever rode the monster. He never saw her again, he couldn’t forgive her. Though he did fuck her a few times before he threw her out. The rest of senior year for Kyle was spent as a cum rag. He’d grown to know Neil’s torso very well, but know he was learning every ridge of Neil's stallion level man meat. Kyle wasn’t even sure how many loads of chewy cum Neil had dumped onto the small square of fabric that Kyle was now. At the end of senior year Neil got recruited to some football team instead of choosing to work for one of the computer companies who’d tried to recruit him. The guy even though he was huge was still a nerd, he’d never even touch a football once during his entire time in college. Kyle was proud of his former roommate, even if he wished Neil would fuck more people and stop dumping loads over him. Kyle thought his life was over when Neil left college, he thought a trash can was his future. But Neil was still attached to the remains of his favourite shirt, the shirt that had been with him during the massive growth spurt that turned him into a muscle monster. So Kyle probably shouldn’t be surprised when Neil got what was left of Kyle stitched into the lining of Neil’s new jockstrap. Or his ‘lucky jock’ as Neil kept calling it.
  25. “Thanks coach, we couldn’t have done it without you” Eric boomed downwards Coach nodded dumbly, everyone on the team had reacted so much better to the medication than he’d expected. Who’d have known one small pill could do so much to a human body, he wondered what sort of biological magic it had done within his athletes. Not one of them was under 6ft10, not one of them below 270lbs, not one of them with more than 10% body fat. They were muscle beasts now, many of them had already been beasts before their coach had stepped in. The rugby match hadn’t been that important, which was why Coach decided to test out the pills during it. He didn’t want his boys to explode with size during a real match, or worst have some sort of horrible side effect. What if only their feet had grown into size 18 or above boats, or if they grew thickly muscled arms out of proportion to the rest of their body. None of that had happened, instead every single athlete grew taller, broader and heavier. Dwarfing the other team within minutes, their tallest player barely chest level with his tallest player. The blond twins, both promising and enthusiastic athletes had only been 6ft before, now they were an inch or so over 7ft and had piled on dense meaty muscle. Their uniforms were straining against their bodies, Coach was thankful he’d invested in some elastic uniforms. He feared that much tanned bulky muscle bursting out of clothes could have caused a riot. Which could still happened, their jerseys were tight over their bulking chests and taunt over their meaty muscle butts, any seam could split with one wrong move. Behind the three gods talking to him Coach could see Isaac the teams left winger fucking a couple of his thick fingers into the water-boy’s mouth, his monster cock straining painfully against his shorts. The water-boy looked both excited and terrified, and he should be. Those fingers being jack hammered into his mouth didn’t look anywhere near to the girth he was probably about to choke down. Coach hadn’t been paying attention and the three giants ahead of him were planning a nice way of winding down from their victory high. If only he’d been listening to them muttering to each other, he’d have heard them work out which two would tag team his plump round muscle butt.
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