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  1. 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.
  2. Tom Holland was growing more famous by the day, and his current bodyguard just couldn't keep up with keeping him safe. It was unfortunate but he had to be fired. his bodyguard, Bill, wasn't happy to hear this, but still remained professional about it. His management was in search of a new one when they were approached by some scientists. The scientists told Tom and his manager that they were doing genetic research and could develop the ideal man to protect Tom, so that he would never need a new bodyguard. The idea seemed cool and very helpful to Tom. He still liked Bill so he called him up, telling him the opportunity. When Bill heard the idea, he happily agreed, Tom oblivious to his ulterior motives. You see, Bill was gay, and had always thought Tom was cute, the ideal twink. But he never acted on it as he knew Tom was straight. But now, he still wanted Tom, and wanted revenge, so he saw this as an opportunity for both. Bill was not shabby by any means, having still been a bodyguard. He was tall, standing around 6'4", good looking, muscular, and decently hung. But it apparently wasn't good enough for Tom. Bill couldn't wait to see what the little twink would think of his new body once he was transformed. Bill had a meeting with the researchers and realized that Tom had left them to do all the decision making for how he would look and how big he would be. Bill explained to them that he wanted to be as big as possible, to which they were eager to comply as that would give them more data. During the meeting, Bill found that they were all incredibly attractive, being studs. They said that it was all a result of the procedure. After some planning, Bill was happy with the final result of what was soon to be him, something that would easily make him the biggest, strongest man on earth. Bill woke up from the procedure to find that he was in rather comfortable bed. A researcher asked him how he was feeling, he was monitoring him to make sure he was awake. He felt amazing, energy coursing trough every fiber of his being. He got up to find that he now towered over the researcher, who he used to be the same height as. The small man barley made it up to his abs. The researcher seemed dazed, but Bill just ignored it and looked at the massive mirror on the wall. He was beautiful, the results were amazing. The first thing he noticed was that his skin was now much darker. Previously being quite pale, he was now a mocha brown. He was shocked to see this as it wasn't something that he had decided on with the researchers, but he loved it. Also, despite being muscular before his transformation, he was now absolutely jacked, his muscles were huge. Every part of his body now screamed alpha. He turned to the researcher and noted again that he was quite dazed. "Hey bud, whats wrong?" Bill asked. The researcher looked at him and clearly had to gather his thoughts to say "Your musk, we amplified the amount of musk you produce and its effects, and it's making it hard to concentrate" he answered. Bill just chuckled, the fools turned him into the perfect alpha male, a man built for sex. Speaking of which, Bill was only wearing some incredibly stretched out underwear. He reached into them and heaved out a huge cock. It was by far the largest cock that Bill had seen, easily passing the 16" mark and only being soft. He looked back at the researcher and noticed that he was staring at his cock. "You want this?" Bill asked shaking his cock, his now grapefruit sized balls feeling rather full. The researcher just nodded and dropped to his knees. After what was about 6 hours of non-stop fucking, every single researcher in the facility was passed out with thick cum leaking out of their big muscle asses. Bill now looked at the white board that the head researcher wanted him to look at before Bill fucked him senseless. It was a list of exercises that they wanted him to do for data. Bill was happy to test his new strength, so he put on a jockstrap that barley contained his massive cock and proceeded to go through tons of workouts which demonstrated his extraordinary strength. Once he was done he grabbed his phone and put on a tank top and some sweatpants that did little to hide his obscene bulge. He kept the same jock on, now stained with sweat and precum, because he had plans for it later. He then texted Tom that he was ready to resume being his bodyguard, learning that it has been about a week since he first went under for the procedure. Tom replied almost instantly telling Bill that the first thing that he needed him to do was to come to the hotel suite that he was staying at so that he could start his job again. Tom also said that he was completely alone at the suite, which Bill laughed at thinking about how perfect the situation is for his plan. Bill went to the hotel that Tom told him to arrive at and knocked on the door, noting that his eyes were at the top of the door frame. When Tom opened the door, he was greeted with Bill's massive bulge, Tom's already short height only coming up to Bill's now huge cock. Tom just looked up having to almost lean back to look at Bill's face and squeaked "H-hey Bill." Bill just let out a loud booming laugh "Hey there squirt, think I can protect you now?" He said this as he walked into the suite, slapping Tom's bubble butt on the way in, soliciting a small yelp. Once he closed the door, Tom was already struggling to think clearly, the musk clearly having an effect on him. Bill just went and sat on a couch near Tom, man spreading and taking up the entire couch, "Sit here, lets catch up" Bill commanded, slapping one of his big legs to indicate where he should sit. Tom just meekly replied "I can sit on the other couch" and started to walk to it. Bill just grabbed Tom's thin waist with his big hands and pulled him into his lap, his big cock pressing into Tom's back. "So kid, what do you think of my new size?" Bill asked. Tom struggled out the response "It's g-great", the musk clearly melting his mind slowly now that hes smelling even more of it. "L-look Bill, it's late, can I sleep?" Tom asked, barley aware that he's asking his employee for permission to do something so simple as going to sleep. As Tom got up, Bill gave his ass another slap, watching it jiggle as Tom slightly limped away, his ass stinging. After about 30 minutes, Bill entered Tom's room naked. From years of working with him, he knew that Tom was a heavy sleeper, so he wasn't afraid to get to work. He was quick with tying Tom to the bed, spreading his legs and arms. At this point, Tom woke up, he looked at Bill with a look of shock and fear, but before he could say anything, Bill gagged him with the jockstrap that he was wearing and covered it with a cup. Tom struggled in the restraints, trying and failing to escape. He was trying to say things but they were just coming out as muffled moans. Bill just laughed, "This is what you get for firing me, but if it makes you feel better, you're going to make a great cock sleeve." With this Bill left the room. He laid in bed in the other bedroom listening to Tom's moans and groans slowly die down as the musk took away any urge to escape, both of them falling asleep. Bill woke up the next morning and went into Tom's to find that he was awake and hard. He went up to Tom's face and whispered into his ear "Do you want to be my slut, do you want to worship every part of my body, do you want to be my slave that is good for nothing other than emptying my balls into, do you finally want to be the thing you were born for, servicing my big black cock?" to which everything Tom eagerly nodded yes to, his mind clearly rid of any thought of being straight or dominant. "Good boy" Bill grunted as he untied Tom and took off the cup. He just put his cock up to Tom's mouth and he began to eagerly suck. He was clearly a virgin when it came to men. He probably would've struggled with a normal cock, but he could barley handle Bill's massive one. Bill just kept on working and working, eventually getting about 5'" of cock in his ass and mouth. It was a pretty big achievement considering how thick it was and that Tom was a virgin. He worked with what he could manage in the first of many fuck sessions and fucked Tom's ass with only 5" and dumped a massive load into his ass. With this, Tom was overwhelmed with pleasure and passed out, his ass up, hole gaping, with gallons of cum pouring out. Bill knew that he still had a far way to go with the slut, but couldn't do it here. So, he grabbed Tom and managed to secretly carry him out of the hotel and put him in his car and drive away. By now a month had passed. Everyone in the world was searching for Tom Holland, the young star that dissipated. Bill had Tom in his basement on a bed waiting for him patiently, like the obedient slave that he is. Bill just made sure that all the cameras were working before finally hitting start, staring the stream. It was an online stream where currently the only image was Tom patiently waiting on the big bed. The world started to freak out, hoping that nothing bad was going to happen to Tom. Little did they know that he was living his dream. Once there were over 1 million people watching the stream, Bill told Tom to start. He looked at one of the cameras and just said "Hi world, I'm Tom Holland, and I am now a sex slave for my master Bill. This is completely consensual and is all I want in life. I want no one to search for me as this is the only place where I want to be." After that he looked at Bill in the eyes and begged "Okay sir, now please use me, It's already been at least 12 hours since you've fucked me." Bill just chuckled and walked on screen getting on the bed, his massive cock in view. He started to use Tom for hours, he fucked his throat and ass several times, filling him with more and more cum as Tom just kept mindlessly begging for more. The training that Tom had went through was evident as he could now easily take all of Bill's massive fuck stick. Finally after many loads, Bill pulled out, Tom's hole gaping, overflowing with cum. Bill just turned to the screen while Tom laid ass up, satisfied. Bill spoke "See world, all it takes is a nice big black dick for your idols to fall, but I think he's happy" He said looking at Tom, who moaned happily in agreement. He continued "If any other celebrities want to be like little Tom here, just send me a message, this will be a 24-hour stream, but I'm going to take a little break" He said as he got up and left. Bill was already a millionaire, making tons of money as people donated to watch Tom get fucked. As Bill left he looked at his phone, chuckling to see that there were already several messages from other celebrities that messaged him begging to be used.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. “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.
  8. Gym Daddy Bryan walked through the double doors of the gym that Monday evening. It was day one of his six-day workout week. Bryan had a desk job that put him behind a cubicle for a reputable pharmaceutical company for eight hours a day, and getting to the gym was cathartic for him. He scanned his app at the gym counter and proceeded to the men’s locker rooms. Bryan had been working out for six days a week for the better part of three years. With proper diet and steady work, he’d built quite an impressive body for himself. He prided himself on being all natural. Still, at age 28 and only 180 lbs., he was fairly strong for someone his age and weight. Once in the locker room, he changed into his gym wear, quickly shedding his usual polo and khaki pants for Under Armour shorts and a tank that showed off his nice build. Bryan took out his shaker cup and pre-workout from his bag. He mixed a couple of scoops into the cold water from the water fountain nearby, chugged the watermelon-berry flavored mix, secured his bag and proceeded out to the gym floor. This would be his normal routine for quite some time. “Hey Bryan, can you stay over a bit? Monica is still on maternity leave, and I need help finishing this project.” Bryan realized that staying over time with his boss would be more money, but would mess up his normal gym going time. The gym was open until midnight, so he would still have some time. Bryan agreed to work the extra time, and would just go after work. The project was simple. Vials of a new type of testosterone were to be delivered to a Hormone Replacement Therapy warehouse. The formula, imported from the middle east, was reported to have stronger effects than that of regular testosterone. The clinical trials had been tested on mice with positive results. Bryan had seen these types of “new” products all the time. They change one ingredient, market it as a “2.0” type of deal and then sell it for a higher price. Oh well, he would still get paid. He finished boxing up the last of the vials and turn to leave when his foot hit two vials on the floor. Bryan checked the box to make sure his count was correct. Something about the shiny blue liquid in the vials caught his eye, and when his boss had his back turned, Bryan scooped them up and placed them in his pocket. If he was off, he could just replace them during the next shipment. That evening it would be around 8:30 when Bryan finally arrived the gym. The entire clientele had changed. Usually, there were many professionals there during the earlier hours...single mothers taking spin and body pump classes, computer tech nerds who would utilize the personal training room, and a few college kids here and there. The weights would be normally empty so Bryan could get in and get out rather quickly. Tonight, however, was not the case. At this time, there were the bodybuilder types getting in their second workout of the day, the meat heads who would “bro” them to death trying to get the secret to who their steroid dealer was, or secretly lust after them. Bryan stayed to himself. Some of the muscle studs were hot, but since they weren’t Bryan’s usual crowd, he hesitated to say anything to them. “Hey man, you busy? Can you spot me?”, came a deep voice from behind Bryan. Bryan turned around and his mouth almost fell to the floor. Behind him was a bald black man, had to be no taller than 5’10” and a tank. Everything on him look pumped, like an off-season bodybuilder. His muscled chest protruding through his painted on t-shirt, his four blocky abs visible through his shirt. The massive vein in his biceps snaked down to his forearms, as the big slabs sat resting on his thick lats. The man was truly massive. He had to weigh 250 lbs. His face was kind of weathered though. “Name’s Freddie”, said the old tank. “Bryan”, said the 20 something trying desperately to keep his eyes from drifting downwards towards the protruding crotch no more than one foot from him. “Can you give me a spot? I’m turning 52 in a week and I can’t push the big weights around like I used to.” “Sure”, said Bryan. Bryan thought to himself, ‘he must have been a beast in his hay day, but time catches up to everyone I guess.’ Bryan prepared himself to help spot maybe 215lbs...275 at the most. Stepping to the bar, Bryan counted four plates on each side. That was 405 lbs. He couldn’t bench that much. Hell, he didn’t know many people that could. Freddie got under the bar, and said “lift off on three”. “1...” “2...” “3”, and after a sharp intake of breath, and a jerk from Bryan, Freddie held the bar over his chest, slowly lowered it down, then pushed it back up for one rep, then another...and then another. After eight reps, he lowered it to his chest, and roared a primal roar that made pre-cum leak from Bryan. Luckily his shorts were black. After two more grueling reps, Freddie racked the bar with a clang that echoed throughout the entire gym. “Wow”, stammered Bryan, that was incredible. Freddie looked and smiled. “Thanks man. I’m trying to battle age, but it’s a hard thing to beat. Thanks for spotting me. Are you in here often? I don’t see you a lot.” “No”, said Bryan. “I’m usually here during the earlier part of the day. But if you ever need a spot, I can start coming a little later in the day. It’s no big deal.” “Thanks man” With that, Bryan continued his own workout. He watched the old man continue to bench with drop sets, and then move on to another exercise. Bryan noticed that Freddie did full body workouts. Despite his older age, Freddie’s muscles seemed to carry a bloated pump. Bryan paced himself in order to finish right around the same time. As he headed back to the lockers, he saw the big man posing in the mirror, his frame pulsing and writhing with mature muscle. “You like what you see, boy?”, came Freddie’s deep voice. Bryan quickly moved to his locker, but the old man, still shirtless, came over to where he was. “I could tell you had a thing for this muscle since your boner almost smacked me in the face during my bench press. Why don’t you come help an old man clean up back at the house? I’ll let you pin me after I shower. It’s time for my HRT this week anyway.” Bryan could barely contain himself, and as he changed into his gym gear, he heard the faint clank of the two glass vials still in his pants pocket... Turns out Freddie lived not too far from the gym. Years in the US Marines had shaped his body, but now retired, he served as security for a reputable casino on a Native American population. Living near the desert away from Los Angeles, Freddie was able to afford a really nice house. As Bryan pulled in the driveway of the two story house. Following Freddie inside, was a really nice layout. His military retirement didn’t go unnoticed. In the kitchen were marble countertops lined with supplements. Freddie offered Bryan a seat and disappeared into his bedroom. The master bedroom was on the bottom floor...presumably because of Freddie’s age thought Bryan. Within a few moments, Freddie returned with a syringe and a bottle. Here’s the test they prescribe for me. Draw 2 ccs and pin the right cheek. Then we can get to know each other better. Bryan went into the kitchen to grab a paper towel and some alcohol. While his back was to Freddie, he drew 1 cc of the blue liquid into the syringe. He then drew the 2 ccs of Freddie’s HRT, recapped the needle and walked back over. Freddie had turned and presented his muscular ass to Bryan. “Pin daddy, boy”, he growled. Bryan rubbed the alcohol soaked paper towel over the skin, and plunged the needle in, emptying its contents. As he finished the syringe, he heard a low moan come from Freddie. After clotting the injection site, Freddie turned around and grabbed Bryan by the back of the head, forcing his mouth on his dick. Bryan began to suck Freddie for all he was worth. Freddie’s fat cock was veiny and at least eight inches hard. The organ was engorged with blood, making it extremely heavy and powerful. With Freddie’s added power, Bryan’s throat was getting a thorough pounding, but he was skilled, and soon Freddie erupted down his throat. After licking his new muscle daddy clean, Bryan made his way back to his car, and headed home to get some sleep for work the next day. --- Tomorrow would be no different for Bryan. He would finish up at work, file some extra work and finish some extra projects, and then head to the gym at his new later time. Freddie was already in the gym when he got there, but he seemed bigger. He now wore a sleeveless shirt and a pair of gym shorts that hugged the middle of his monstrous thigh. He was going through his full body workout, at the bench press but no spot, and just re-racking what seemed like 455lbs. Bryan was in awe. Freddie gave Bryan a large bear hug when he saw him. Too Bryan’s surprise Freddie had just completed his fourth set of 455lbs. His chest and arms looked completely pumped. “Ummm Freddie?” “Call me sir, boy. Don’t make me punish you again.” “Sorry, sir. How much do you weigh?” “It was the weirdest thing boy. I weighed 275lbs. this morning and felt strong as an ox. Ate like one too. I suppose I should let you give me that blue stuff more often.” Freddie winked at Bryan, and Bryan felt sick. Freddie had seen him, and realized the potency of the solvent. After the workout was finished, Bryan was back at Freddie’s house yet again. Freddie would have him pin him, fuck his mouth, and then send him home. Each of the days, Bryan would mix 1cc of the blue liquid with the HRT that Freddie was prescribed. Each day Freddie would show up looking bigger, and more massive. By the end of the week, Freddie weighed a whopping 360 lbs. of jacked muscle. Friday came and went, and Bryan had just finished up his job. He’d actually gotten off of work early, but waited faithfully before entering the gym. Freddie had so much domination over Bryan, that he would actually sit in his car and wait for Freddie to walk in the gym before him. Saturday, the old man was situated in the middle of the gym. Today he was wearing only some lycra spandex shorts, similar to what Kai Greene would wear...and some lifting shoes. At 390lbs., his insane bulge was fighting for air, while his naked torso was exposed leaving mountainous pecs, traps to his ears, boulder shoulders, arms that could barely bend anymore, and a bulbous muscle gut. His legs waddling over each other with every step he took. His back was so wide; it actually hid the entire gym worker who had been trying to talk Freddie into at least putting on a shirt. The workout was brief today, partly because Bryan kept having to hide his massive boner after seeing the powerful display that was his gym daddy. As usual after the workout, Bryan went to Freddie’s house. This time it would be different. Freddie didn’t take the HRT mixture tonight. It was the remainder of the blue liquid from the vial that Bryan had. After Bryan administered it, Freddie turned around and placed a chain around his neck with a lock. “You belong to me now boy. You’re my muscle boy now.” Instead of feeling a sense of capture, Bryan felt a sense of pride. His gym daddy was possibly the most muscular human on the planet. “Order us some food boy. Then come clean daddy.” Bryan ordered several large pizzas to be delivered. The app said about 45-55 minutes, so that would be time to clean his muscle daddy from head to toe. Once in the bathroom, Bryan was commanded to wipe the ass of the muscle bull, as he could no longer reach nor had the flexibility. Then once in the shower, Bryan dutifully cleaned and washed Freddie, feeling the pulsating muscles. At one point Bryan could swear the muscles were actually growing under his touch, but that couldn’t be possible. Once dried off and back in the living room, Freddie sat on the recliner and spread his mammoth legs open; his 15-inch dick hung over the seat cushions waiting at attention. Bryan knelt and began sucking the large monolith when the doorbell rang. “It’s open!” bellowed the black giant. Bryan dared not stop sucking the massive cock as the pizza delivery boy (thank goodness it was a male) stepped in. “Ummmm, where do you want these, sir?”, said the delivery guy. He couldn’t be more than 25 years old. “Bring em here and feed them to me.” “Ummm sir, I’m still on the clock—“ “That wasn’t a request boy!” As if possessed, the pizza guy walked over with an open box, and proceeded to feed Freddie slice after slice, which the older man gobbled down. Bryan could swear his muscle daddy was growing with each bite; his mouth being further molested by the growing obelisk. After two boxes, Freddie signaled to stop and tipped the boy, Bryan still sucking for his life. Moments later Freddie erupted down Bryan’s throat. As Bryan began to dislodge the cum splattered dick from his throat and stand up, he suddenly felt a vice grip on his quads. The huge hands encircling them were Freddie’s hands. Bryan looked to see that Freddie was immediately hard again. Using a free hand, Freddie grabbed Bryan’s boxers and ripped them away like tissue paper. Freddie then lifted Bryan like a toy over his pulsing cock. Bryan couldn’t help but notice the snakelike veins pulsing over Freddie’s body, sending blood to pump his growing muscles even more. Freddie’s eyes were now glazed over; the only thing on his mind was fuck. As his dick entered Bryan’s waiting hole, Bryan screamed at how thick his invader was, stretching him inch by inch until the 17 inch pole was completely swallowed and Bryan’s throbbing ass cheeks were kissing the hilt. As the older muscle god moved Bryan up and down on his cock like a sex toy, Bryan held on for dear life. Freddie then stood up with Bryan impaled on his dick. Bryan thought he was taller than before... Counter after counter, room after room, tables, couches, floors...Freddie fucked Bryan until the 28 year old cried in pleasure and pain, asking daddy to show mercy. After Freddie came six more times within Bryan’s ass, he popped the young stud off of his dick and keeping him on all fours, wrapped his meaty paw within the chain around Bryan’s neck, holding him there like a pup on a leash. Freddie “walked” his pup into the bathroom and stepped on his industrial scale. “Read it to me boy. Daddy’s pecs are too big”. It was true. Freddie could barely look past his chest. “485lbs. sir”, “said Bryan, proud that his gym daddy...no just his daddy...was the biggest most muscular man in the world. At the moment, he felt a sharp tug at the chain around his neck and blacked out. What seemed like hours later, Bryan regained his consciousness and found he was on the California King bed inside the master bedroom...Bryan noticed his ass was stretched wider, but felt full. An even larger cock was stuffed inside, consistently spewing cum. The behemoth underneath even larger than moments ago breathing and causing Bryan’s entire mass to rise up and down in synchronicity with the breath. Bryan gazed to the right and saw his pants on the dresser, and on the nightstand, a bottle of the blue liquid that was nearly gone. “That’s right boy. Daddy found the other bottle. When I last stepped on the scale it broke. Damn thing was only meant for 650 lbs. anyway, which means I’m a freak, and I’m still growing. But I don’t wanna break my boy, so I left three doses for you so you will be able to at least survive the fucks. You’ll move in here, be my muscle-boy, lift with me, be prepared to take my dick at least three times a day, and clean me daily while I flex and pump bigger. In return, I’ll fill you with my seed, fuck you senseless, feed you so you can grow bigger, and let you worship my muscles. This isn’t a request boy.” “Yes daddy,” said Bryan as he licked the massive nipple of his daddy’s chest and awaited the prick of the needle in his skin. Maybe he could sneak out another bottle or two during the next shipment. His daddy always had room to grow...
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