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  1. Revenge of the Nerds - The Debate Team Ralph heard the familiar sound of excited girlish giggling as his brother returned from his latest debate tournament. The air emanating from the dorm hallway seemed to be filled with arousal. Ralph quickly put his phone back in his pocket, not wanting to get caught again scrolling through his brothers OnlyFans page. “You girls go up ahead, just going to pop in and check in on my twin bro.” Ralph could hear the deep bass of his brother say in the hallway. Ralph did his best to make it look as if he had been reading the text book lying open in front of him the entire evening, instead of jerking off to the picture of his brother shoving his gigantic meaty shaft down down some twinks throat. “You have a twin?! C’mon Rebec, we gotta see how many studs are hiding in this dorm!” Ralph’s door suddenly smacked open, the two girls ecstatically walked in and looked around for a twin brother looking just like the muscular stud they had accompanied home. “Hi. Uh, I’m Felix’s brother.” Ralph nervously tried, the two attractive bimbo’s brought him out of his balance. The two girls took just one look at the twerp reading a college textbook and then walked out without saying another word. “We’ll wait for you in your room, stallion.” Their voices said to Felix once they were out of the runts room. “And, uh, keep that loser locked up. I went dry seeing that acne covering his face.” They continued in a softer tone, but still just loud enough for Ralph to hear it perfectly. After another minute of Ralph’s brother and the two girls loudly making out, the two nicely curved hotties finally left the hallway, continuing their loud giggling in the dorm room next doors, the thin walls doing barely anything to mute the sound. “Sorry bro, they walked in before I could stop ‘em” Felix said, his deep bass tone lacking any sincerity however, and his pecs still bounced up and down with stifled chuckle. The titan of muscle and brawn had to duck a bit as he went under the 6’4 door frame. Ralph just shrugged, he was used to the reaction once people found the twin brother of the super stud was just an below average looking guy. “It’s alright.” Ralph said, trying to banish the embarrassing experience from his mind, throwing it on the pile the growing of memories of being totally emasculated by his twin. “So, how was the debate tournament?” He said, trying to change the conversation. “We fuckin’ killed it! As per usual.” His brothers handsome face always lit up when he got to talk about the debate team’s accomplishments, one of his many muscles flexing involuntarily when his former overexcited personality beat out the sex god he had turned into. “You should have seen it, I made some killer comebacks, and flirted with the opposition at the same time. You wouldn’t believe the look they had plastered on their face when I closed the opening argument by ‘accidentally’ flexing out of my tight shirt…” Felix caught himself and his over excited personality faded out as his cocky demeanor once again took over. “Well, opposition was quite distracted after that. Wasn’t a shirt in the audience that could fit. And, well, you know all about how easy it is to lose your tongue when you’re around a bunch of muscle studs, don’t ya bro?” Ralph audibly swallowed. Despite his previous jerking, Ralph’s cock once again stood at full attention imagining the entirely hunky debate team dominating their opposition. “Guess that’s were you picked up those girls?” Felix shyly smiled, his biceps swelling obscenely while he scratched an itch on his muscular back. “Yeah man girls love a guy with a big brain.” Ralph would have said it’s likely not his debating skills that made girls ooze out of every orifice when they saw Felix’s incredibly muscular and sexy form but he had a more important question to ask. “So, any chance of me joining the debate team yet?” Ralph asked, unable to mask the hopeful tone in his voice. Ralph’s dreams were efficiently and swiftly crushed by the guilty and nervous expression on Felix’s face. “Uhm, sorry bro, we just filled our our last spot…” Ralph felt a little hopeless, how was he supposed to catch up to his hunky brother now? Joining the debate team might seem like a futile way to catch join his brother in godhood but Ralph knew otherwise. Ralph and Felix used to be identical twinks, equally nerdy and runty. That changed however once Coach Biggs had taken the position of debate team captain over from the English teacher, the entire puny debate team had seen a transformation into brawny beasts. Likely a consequence of the strict training regimen the coach put the debate team under, and the plethora of illegal supplements. Felix had seemed to hit a growth spurt at the same time too, because Ralph couldn’t imagine a supplement that could take his small cock and stretch it out the mouth watering meat hammer it was today. One would think Coach Biggs’ gym and weight training for the debate team was a little excessive, and his complete non focus on any debating skills a little worrying, but it was hard to argue with the debate teams new track record of completely obliterating the competition. “Again, sorry man, now that being part of a sports team is mandatory we had a shit ton of new applications. Apparently coach is qualifying debate as sport.” Felix said, while shrugging his shoulders with earnest sympathy. “Don’t worry lil’ bro, once a spot opens up again you’ll be the first one to join.” Ralph’s eyes sparkled so brightly with renewed vigour he didn’t even hear his brother mutter under his protein filled breath: “Of course, no one's gonna be stupid enough to pass by their chance at godhood and ditch the team...” Instead, Ralph was busy focusing on what it’d be like catching up and maybe even surpassing his hot brother. Felix thought it was kind of cute seeing his twin brother so hopeful. It was gonna be fun seeing that expression be tested when it became apparent it might take a while for a new spot to open up. When was Ralph gonna give up hope again, after months? Years? Ralph would have to face the reality they would only ever be identical twins by name going forwards someday. Felix had a brilliant idea how to help his bro adjust to the transition. “You know, we still don’t have a water boy for the debate team… Someone to wash our clothes and shoot our loads into after an intense workout… It’s not like actually being part of the debate team... But it’s close?” Even Felix thought the suggestion was sounding a little ridiculous, but Ralph nodded enthusiastically, the mention of cock sucking having him excited. “Huh. Alright then, join us tomorrow at the gym, 9-o'clock. Bring towels.” Felix walked out of his brother small dorm room, and went into his own next door. Soon Ralph could hear the loud moans of the girls who had been waiting as Felix showed off his perfection. Ralph put his ear on the wall, listening to the lustful sounds, imagining a scene to go with them. And for the first time, he didn’t fantasize himself to be the hunk bringing such pleasure. Instead, Ralph imagined himself as one of the girls his brother would fuck for hours. Unlike his brother, it didn’t take long for Ralph to cum.
  2. 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...
  3. “Who’s sneakers are these” Charlie called, holding one of the massive stinky shoes in his hands “Which ones” his mother called from the kitchen Charlie pulled back the tongue, the musky smell only stronger. “Size 22s” He shouted back “Oh, those are Reese’s” his mother called back These can’t be Reese’s, the 5ft6 fat ass didn’t have size 22 feet. “Reese is like 5ft6, aren’t his feet size 7” Charlie replied, burying his nose into the shoes mouth His mother chuckled lightly “Charlie are you alright” Charlie quickly dropped the shoe with a thud, he had no idea there this sudden fetish for foot funk came from. “Yea, I’m cool, a little tired” he yawned “Ok, go to bed” His mother ordered as he appeared with a pile of laundry “Take this with you” “Ok” he took the pile “But the shoes” His mother looked at him with confusion, she checked his forehead. “Mom” he stepped back She shook her head “You’re just tired” she rubbed his arm, comforting him “Charlie, Reese hasn’t been 5ft6 since he was 13, he’s got to be pushing 7ft by now” Charlie’s face went blank “What” “Honey, Reese has been wearing those sneaker for a month now, you were there when we brought them” she explained “He had just got back from football practice and you gave him a foot rub, I’m proud how well you support him” Charlie dropped the laundry. His mother scolded him, and they quickly put the pile back together. His mother dumped the last piece on top, a giant stretched out jockstrap, that had been hidden in the pile. “Now get to bed, and wake Reese up, he has practice in a few hours” she ordered Charlie’s brain worked overtime to process everything, his eyes glued to the fading name written on the jock, REESE. How could Reese with his baby dick fill such a large cotton tent. Charlie had seen that micro-dick enough times, Reese was always jacking it. The two boys shared a room, their beds either end and facing each other, so they’d seen a lot of each other. Charlie opened the bedroom door, noticing that it now was decorated with ‘REESE’S PAD’ in big colorful letters. The room was different, now dominated by a huge bed and the even bigger occupant. Charlie stared at the long wide feet near the end the bed. He could see that it was two double beds pushed together. The door swinging closed made Charlie jump, the pile dropping to the floor, the musky jock landing at his feet. The beast on the bed sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes with long heavy arms. “Reese” Charlie questioned Reese chuckled “Hey bro, like the changes” he bounced a pair of thick pecs “How” Charlie asked froze to the spot “The Chronivac finished downloading on your laptop” he smirked, a large hand disappearing under the blanket “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, I made sure of that” “The Chronivac” He questioned “What does that matter, you’re huge, mom thinks you’re on the football team….and my bed is gone” Charlie listed, his eyes stuck on a growing mound between Reese’s trunk like legs Reese’s free hand twisted a pierced nipple “Yea, I’m huge and I’m on the football team” he moaned suddenly, the mound rising higher “And your bed isn’t gone, it’s at the foot of the bed" Charlie looked down at the small cot, a pair of gym shorts stuffed with socks as a pillow and an old basketball jersey for a blanket. "You find my smell comforting” Reese explained “But sometimes you sleep up here with me” Reese suddenly threw back the blanket, and slapped a huge leaking meat-stick against his abs. Charlie licked his lips, his mouth full with saliva all of a sudden. “You want breakfast” he offered “I have a couple hours before practice” Charlie now settled into this new world tentatively climbed between Reese’s legs, spit dripping from his plump lips. Reese fell back onto the bed as Charlie spat a large gob-full of spit onto his hulking brothers horse cock.
  4. Revenge of the Nerds - The Soccer Team I probably shouldn’t have despised Victor as much as I had. There’s just something so… Insufferable, about people being cocky when they have no right to be. Victor was the perfect example of that. He had crowned himself king of the world because he was the biggest guy on a team of freshmen soccer players. I probably wouldn’t have even known about Victor’s pitiful existence had Coach Biggs not made taking up a sport necessary for everyone on campus. As far I know, we were the only college to have that requirement, probably a consequence of having our puny dean be Coach Biggs personal cum dump. Soccer had been the only sport on the list we could pick from without any mandatory weightlifting element, so naturally most of us scrawny nerds had flocked to it. And now here Victor was, having the slightest muscle definition instead of being scrawny like all of his teammates had given him quite the god complex. Well, you know what they say. “In the land of twinks, the twunk is king.” I probably wouldn’t have minded his insufferable personality as much if he at least had something to back that cocky attitude up. But all he had was the faintest outline of some abs and congratulated himself on being the greatest sportsmen in the universe. With the football team having been inexplicably reduced to short and boney in the last few months I suppose the bar of entry to jockdom had been lowered significantly. It had been in the showers following training, Victor had continued his usual bragging about the cock we could all clearly see to be just a hair above average, when I had decided I’d have to get rid of this twerp or bash my brains in. Luckily for me, being the descendant of a long line of witches, I could get rid of people rather easily. But as I slowly turned through my book of curses I was finding it rather difficult to pick one to use on lil’ Vic. “Force someone to see their worst nightmare whenever they turn off the lights.” No. “Make someone feel like their blood is boiling for three days and nights.” Nope. “Let spiders crawl through their mouth whenever they come close to falling asleep.” God no. I didn’t want to the guy to end up in mental institution, I just wanted to not have to deal with Victor’s unnecessary boasting, was that so much to ask? Entirely on it’s the own the occult leatherbound handbook turned it’s scribbled pages, text flying by in a rapid pace. Finally the magical page turning ended on a curse I hadn’t seen before, the text glowing a faint red before the book calmed down again. I read the dark black letters and didn’t even consider it at first. It was a body transmutation curse, and a vague one at that. “Force the body of the cursed to grow and swell with size.” That could mean so many things. My witching aunts had warned me about mysterious vague spells, they had knack of only making things worse. I turned the page, only to find the fifth curse that afternoon that involved bringing back dead loved ones to haunt the living. Maybe making Victor ‘grow and swell’ wasn’t all that bad of an idea? If he got enough of a growth spurt coach Biggs would probably pull him over to a sport he would be more qualified for. There’s a reason you don’t often see big soccer players, size tends to just drag you down. This wasn’t too bad of an idea I reasoned, Victor would have some fun, and he’d be quickly placed somewhere better suited for his growing body. I didn’t need some big revenge, I was just tired of dealing with his bullshit. The Lacrosse team was still a player short, Victor would fit right into their show-offish attitude. It was a simple incantation, didn’t even have to offer up any pig or goat blood, just a small load of cum. After channeling the powers of the dark realms I made myself a nice cup of tea, anxious to see what the curse would end up doing. Victor however, didn’t show up to our next soccer practice. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. For days we didn’t hear a single thing from the prick. Though I was glad to be rid of irritatingly boastful crow, I couldn’t shake the thought of my mind that the curse might have unfolded rather badly. Maybe it had just swollen up his feet and made it impossible for him to move around. When dealing with demonic forces and curses one can’t worry enough. My fears were put to rest when my teammates excitedly announced Victor was back. Well, they were put to rest until I caught sight of what the curse had done to him. I wonder why they even classified it as a curse in the first place, considering the absolute stallion of a man it had transformed Victor into. “Hey twerps! Your god is back!” Victor said, the arms draping next to his body bulged and swelled with his every move as he swaggered over to the flabbergasted soccer team. Muscles stacked over muscles rippled, his red tank top pulled tightly over his pec wall. The lower row of his abs was now on full display, his new height of 6’6 making him too large in every direction for the feeble garment. Loud meaty slapping noises could be heard with his every step, perfectly in sync with the outline of a truly gargantuan soft cock moving left and right in a small set of shorts. “Had a bit of an unexplained growth spurt as you can see. Shouldn’t change much between us guys, I had always been the best thing on this excrement of a team.” Victor flashed a handsome cocky grin. For some reason I thought I’d see confident that grin often from now on, very often. “Anyways, my body swelling with size had me preoccupied for a few days. Fuck it was horny, feeling pure power course through my body. Couldn’t leave my room for days. I’m glad I have such a cocksucker of a roommate, having someone to shoot my buckets of loads into made it somewhat easier.” Loud ripping noises could be heard as Victor’s feet slowly pushed themselves out of their size 18 shoes. “Shit, well, guess I’m not done growing. Doesn’t matter anyways, got all this shit for free, the guy owning the store came four times simply watching me change into all this.” I had the growing suspicion that giving an already cocky guy the body of a literal sex god might have pushed his inflated ego out of orbit. “Well, anyways, I’ve had a little chat with Coach Biggs and it doesn’t seem like I’m not gonna be your teammate anymore, too big to be a soccer player…” Disappointing gasps went through the team, they undoubtedly already imagined what it’d be like showering with the humongous man. I was just glad my plan had worked. Victor could go be a cocky asshole anywhere else, I might have accidentally created a bulging and throbbing divine creature in the process, but I had rid me life of hi- “...Instead, I’m gonna be your new coach! Isn’t that great? You all get to trace my muscles with your eyes as I grow bigger and bigger and I show you what men are supposed to be. Oh, and you get to learn how to be less shit at soccer, I guess.” I felt my mouth go dry. I’d have to look at this perfect piece of meat nearly every day of my college career. “Well then twerps, let’s get started.” Training from Victor was an… Experience. It mostly involved him calling out exercises that were impossible for us to do. Ten laps under two minutes, Two-Hundred Push ups, filling an entire 1st place soccer cup with one load of your cum. After we would fail he’d show how easy the exercise was for him to do. I’m not entirely sure how we were supposed to improve from any of it. Watching his oversized body swell even bigger with each exercise was nice though. I was beat by the end of the ‘training’ and the entire team limped back to locker room. Victor told us not to shower, and instead let the world bathe in our manly musk. Most of us just smelled salty and gross, he was of course the only one with a nice testosterone filled air around him. I grabbed for my clean clothes in my bag, accidentally lifting out the small leather bound spell book in the process. I looked at it for a second, ready to throw it back in when I suddenly felt a strong muscular hand take it out my hands. I turned around, bumping into Victor’s massive pec shelf in the process. He had the curse journal open in his hand, and going by his shocked expression I could tell at which page the book had decided to open. “You did this?” Victor asked in disbelief, excitedly waving up and down his body. “I... Uh… Didn’t anticipate these effects…” I tried mumbling. He gave me rough noogie, the powerful arm nearly pushing me into the ground. “Course you didn’t, otherwise you wouldn’t have wasted this hunky body on me right?” Victor pondered his own words for a moment and then cleanly ripped containing the curse the page out of the book. I tried fighting the vandal, but it was no use, he easily kept me at bay with one arm while shoved the page into his own bag. “Sorry man, I think I can handle there only being one incarnation of Hercules on campus at a time. Gotta make sure you don’t create any more studs. You can have the rest of this shit back though, don’t need spells to terrify my enemies.” He threw the book of witchcraft back into my lap. Striding out of the locker room, he looked ready for his new life as a hunk. As I looked at the black letters spelling out ‘CURSES.’ on the front cover I think I understood why the spell transforming Victor into a stud was classified as a curse. Because although it had provided Victor with the still growing body of a god, it had made my life significantly worse. Screwing with someone’s happiness, that’s what curses do, isn’t it?
  5. Clodmuscle

    Asian world

    I was tired of the stereotype of Asians been nerdy and small....well I'm nerdy and small but not because of I'm Asian. However thanks to my nerdiness I was able to create a reality alter machine. I wanted to completely swap the males stereotypes from now on Asian will be the biggest males in existence with an average of 7 ft tall and an ability to pack massive muscle mass easily meanwhile I would make all the men from the other races into tiny wimps white, black, latino, European it didn't matter all other men will be 5'5 in average with barely any muscle mass. As I activate the machine reality, start to swap all around me. Little Asian guys suddenly becoming huge meatballs of muscle forgetting everything about the old world as their minds adapted to the new reality. I also start to change in this new reality I wasn't a nerd anymore but instead a personal trainer the room where I was started to morph into a gym full of pictures of massive Asian men in the wall. Even I was changing too my clothes morphing into workout clothes my muscles quickly expanding to match the new reality huge arms and biceps replace my noodle arms, massive pecs pushed my XXXXl tanktop to the limit. All my knowledge about reality bending machines replaced by knowledge about working out, diet and supplementation. My body starts to move by its own as I make my way into the gym like owned the place I smiled and nodded at some fellow big Asians while at the same time some other guys were staring at me obviously not Asians since they barely reach my chest and were skinny without an ounce of muscle. For a moment felt weird like it should be the other way around however I just laugh at the idea. a small and scrawny Asian what a joke
  6. Revenge of the Nerds - The Swim Team “Uh, so, newbies, gonna do any training today?” Lewis, swim team captain, nervously asked, looking determinedly at his own shuffling feet. He didn’t want to grow hard in front of these sunbathing hunks, and that was very hard not to do so while looking at the anodises lying around the pool. One of the new swim team members looked up at the unimpressive captain and then went back to enjoying the sun. “Sorry man, training seems like such a bother… Why don’t come enjoy the summer afternoon with us instead?” Lewis heard himself swallow, his mind immediately thinking about how great it would be to lie down next to their heat emanating bodies. Maybe the ripped guys would even let him massage their bulging and sweaty muscles.... Shit, the thought had made Lewis hard, regardless off his earlier attempts to avoid arousal. He sighed, giving a serious speech was much harder to do when your dick was clearly erect in your swimming trunks. At least he wasn’t packing like these new swim team members, Lewis’s puny erection was a lot less visible. When the female swim team had trained at the same time the newbies had stretched their speedos to their absolute max with their oversized erect babymakers. Luckily the female swim team now trained at different times, those orgies in the showers were getting hard to clean up. “Focus Lewis, c’mon. They may be perfect specimens of male masculinity, but you’re still their captain.” The much smaller man muttered to himself. Lewis took another deep breath and tried again. “Well, guys, you have been skipping training for nearly two months now, only showing up to sit in the sun. If you guys aren’t going to be training I might have to take back those magical speedos…” Those last few words immediately got their attention. Lewis flinched a bit looking at their angry stares. “Well, taking back the enchanted speedos might be taking it a bit far, but, uh…” Lewis took a step back. “You guys get my point right?” The captain took another step back, and another. “You guys need to train those muscula---” “That’s enough Lewis.” One of them growled, his muscles sparkling almost as much as the demanding glister in his eyes. “We don’t need to train, and you know it.” The swimmer flexed his bicep, it wasn’t an enormous ball of power, instead it was a dense oval shape, filled with size, veins ran across the pumped muscle regardless. “It’s just… Uhm… I think you guys could really benefit from some more training?” Lewis tried with a final shot. “We’re gonna crush the competition as it is. Just admit you like the way our bodies move in the water man.” One of the studs said, while throwing a smile a that managed to be both sympathetic and cocky. “Besides, we all know by now you threatening to take back the magical swimwear is an empty threat, it’d never fit any of the rest of the team.” “What are you guys talking about, it’s not like any of your waists have gotten wider?” Lewis said, tracing the incredible V shape at the bottom of their abs leading to their perky butts. “Our hips aren’t the thing stretching out these things…” The biggest of the group of newbies said, slowly lifting up his package into the sunlight, the outline of eight inches and wrist thick soft cock fully visible. Seeing the soft meat slowly pulse in its clothing prison, it was too much for Lewis, he felt a warm spot of semen form in his own trunks, the few drops perfectly visible on his black shorts. Laughter quickly followed by the group of hunks as they went back to their sunbathing, forgetting about annoying Lewis as soon as they closed their eyes and took in the sun. Lewis felt his cheeks burn scarlet, he still had the rest of the team to train. He had a spare of swimming wear in the small office by the side of the pool. As he rushed to the clean garment he couldn’t help but let regret mostly fill his mind. Regret he hadn’t been able to keep his dick under control, but also regret for giving the scrawny newbies the then ordinary seeming speedos when they had joined the team. How was he supposed to know the four speedos, given to him by coach Biggs, were infused with magical powers that would make its wearer grow and swell with size? Lewis was pretty sure the scrawny guys originally just joined to boost their already good academic scores, now they were just a part of the team to show of their growing bodies. Lewis was sure the grooves in their abs were deeper each subsequent week. The swim team captain closed the door of his small office behind him, thankful for the privacy it provided. To his surprise he saw a small package stand on the small office table. ‘LEWIS’ was written on it, in rough squiggling lines. He opened it, the big box only containing a single item, a red speedo. Lewis shrugged, he couldn’t remember ordering it for the team, but it came in handy anyways. He put it on, surprised by how perfectly it fit him. Lewis had the strange, indescribable feeling of confidence somehow flooding his system. He only noticed ‘TEAM CAPTAIN’ was written in big black bold letter on the waistband now that he had it on. Even more perfect. He was just about to throw out the big box when a caught sight of a small piece of paper on the very bottom, containing a short message. “Heard you had some problems keeping the new big members of the team in check. This should help. Love, Coach Biggs.” Lewis read out loud. As he looked at himself in the small mirror hanging in his office, noticing how his muscles seemed just a tad bigger and more pronounced, he felt like this was just the thing he needed to keep the newbies in line.
  7. LoverBoy

    "Just, Take. One!""

    This is a simple story fragment. Not a lot of plot or dialogue, mostly just muscle growth. It was inspired by this image in a post on Facebook: Then someone posted the original... ...Saying that the first one was fake and morphed. Frankly, there really wasn't a lot of morphing done to it, as you can plainly see, because the guy in the pic is already huge and ripped. But I love it when guys that are all ripped and huge wear spandex, Under Armor, compression wear, etc. Especially Under Armor because somehow, the Under Under Armor fabric clings to every little curve, bulge and crevice of the body wearing it. I know it's meant to wick sweat and help keep the body coll during exercise, but the side effect of the unique fabric is that it beautifully showcases the contours and intricacies of a fit male physique. Plus, whenever a guy wears an Under Armor shirt, the soft silky texture of the fabric almost never fails to make his guy's nipples hard and show through the shirt. And whenever I see a guy in a compression shirt like that (like our beautiful friend here), I can't help but fantasize a little bit about what it would look like if the guy suddenly started to spontaneously grow bigger and more muscular and watch the natural clinginess of the shirt try to cope with trying to contain way more muscle than it was meant to. Hope you all enjoy... _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Just. Take. One!" By: LoverBoy 12/22/2017 Andy had decided that he wanted his body to match his genius level IQ, and had begun working out regularly. However, after what seemed like endless months of dedication in the gym, not much had changed. Oh, he had gained *some* size, but it was barely noticeable if he was wearing any kind of shirt, and he wanted to be BIG! The only major change was that he found he had incredible genetics for definition, and what size he had gained was rock hard and had more ripples than a lake on a rainy day. So when a strange man outside the gym he went to six days a week offered him the bottle of a "new experimental" supplement, Andy's desire to be big overrode his better judgment and natural skepticism. With only a mild reluctance, he shelled out the oddly low price of twenty dollars. "Just take one, right before your workout. This stuff is extremely powerful, and the effects are intense, man!" he had stressed "So, remember. Just! One!" Andy followed the instruction, and after his workout, he felt better than ever before. The usual soreness and fatigue were absent and in their place was a sort of warm tingling sensation like the feeling you get after soaking in a long hot bath. However, a strange sensation came over him as he toweled off from the showers, a pressure inside of him. Barely noticeable at first, but gradually and steadily increasing; almost like the feeling of an erection, but encompassing his entire body! The feeling built and built, increasing by the second as he dressed and left the locker room, and becoming all pervasive. As he entered the lobby, walking toward the door, the pressure reached an almost unbearable level, and was starting to have trouble concentrating on simply putting one foot in front of the other. The door to the locker room swung shut behind him with a resounding >BOOM!!!!<, and at that very moment, the sensation of building pressure came to a climax! A feeling like something inside him bursting came over him, and cascaded through his entire body in a euphoric wave like an orgasm, but a thousand times more intense! Andy's eyes went wide as dinner plates, and his back arched almost involuntarily as he gasped with the sheer force of the sudden, indescribable feeling. It passed momentarily with the realization that it must have been caused by the supplement. Wishing he hadn't taken the pill, he felt his heartbeat suddenly increase almost exponentially to the point that it felt like it was going to burst from his chest! He looked around desperately for someone, anyone, that could help him, but the desk attendants were absent. It was closing time, and he realized they were most likely elsewhere locking up all the rooms full of expensive equipment. He only had a moment to consider what to do before what felt like a barrage of spasms hit him. Every muscle in his body began to contract and relax repeatedly, over and over with barely a fraction of a second between contractions, causing him to double over with another gasp. The contractions redoubled, and he stumbled a few steps forward, then fell to his hands and knees. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was indeed intense to say the least, and he realized that he could feel each muscle group as they contracted. Neck, then traps and deltoids. Then rippling down through the myriad of muscles in his back to swarm outward into his lats. The spasms twitched down through his pecs and abs while simultaneously shooting like lightning through his biceps and triceps into his forearms and hands. The spasms continued like quicksilver from his abs down through his quadriceps, wrapping hungrily around to his glutes and hamstrings before shooting down through his calves and shins to settle and ground out in his feet. He was forced to remain there for several minutes, grunting and gritting his teeth against the onslaught as each muscle group was hit with a new tremor. As he gazed down idly at his forearms, he noticed something odd through the haze of sensations. His veins were swelling and rising to the surface of his skin and becoming more pronounced. He watched in astonishment as they swelled to pencil thickness, giving his arms a hyper-vascular appearance they hadn't had before. Suddenly, he realized that the spasms were rapidly fading in intensity, and he dared to rise unsteadily to his feet. As he regained his feet, he became aware once again of the feeling like before of pressure building internally. Only this time, it was more intense, and building faster. Then came the bursting sensation again, now accompanied by what he could only describe as a full body pulse and an odd organic crunching sound that seemed to originate from his muscles. At first he thought it was an allergic reaction because he appeared to be suffering from some form of swelling in his arms. But as the pressure began to quickly build again, he realized this wasn't the case. Allergic swelling didn't feel like...like THIS! The pressure built to an even greater extent this time, followed by the bursting feeling. He grunted as his body was engulfed by an even bigger pulse, accompanied by the crunching sound. As he recovered, he realized that his shirt felt slightly tighter. It was made of green compression material with reinforced seams, meant to wick sweat and be form fitting to an athletic physique. But he had bought it several sizes too big, hoping to watch himself gradually grow into it. As he watched month after month of barely any gains in size, he had begun to despair of ever seeing that happen. But as he examined himself briefly, he noted a definite increase in overall size. Nothing major, but his arms were decidedly bigger, and his chest now showed vaguely through, whereas the short sleeved shirt had practically hung off him previously. Andy's mind raced as he tried to assess what was happening. But before he could formulate a theory, the pressure began to build once again. This time to an unbearable height, causing his body to feel like it was going to explode from the strain. The burst came again, and Andy snarled almost animalisitically as the pulse rocketed through him, the crunching sound audibly louder. His eye went wide once more as he felt the pressure begin again instantly. However, this time he felt it start several more times before the first one finished. As the burst came, he let out a panicked cry as the force of the pulse this time shook him with what he was certain was the force of an earthquake. He collapsed under the massive force of it, and felt as though he actually were exploding as he felt something erupting from every inch of his body from the neck down. it passed, and he stood dazedly, looking around. As he gazed around the room, hi eyes lit upon a mirrored wall, and he was flabbergasted at his own reflection. Rubbing his eyes, he stumbled closer to the mirror wall. He was definitely bigger now! Not massive, but although the compression shirt was still quite loose, his torso now filled it considerably more, his chest causing the shirt to hang tent-like over his stomach! He lifted the hem, and gazed at six tennis ball sized abs and a prominent Adonis belt that were accentuated by his naturally narrow waist. As he gazed in open mouthed shock at his reflection, his rational mind was forced to come to terms with what he knew should be physically impossible. Somehow, the supplement pill had made his muscles spontaneously grow! As if that realization had been some sort of catalyst, the feeling of pressure building internally returned with a vengeance! The pressure built...and built...and built...higher...and higher...and higher...but rather than the bursting sensation, the pressure continued to build. As he watched, rather than a pulse, his muscles simply began to grow! As the feeling of internal pressure increased, every muscle in his body, from the neck down, swelled. It was slow at first, but he could feel it gradually increasing in speed as the pressure continued to mount. As he felt the mass of his body increase, his head lolled back for a moment, and a loud moan of indescribable pleasure escaped his lips. He looked once again in the mirror, and was astonished to see that the growth had increased quite a bit in those few seconds, and his muscles had nearly doubled in size! His muscles were swelling even faster now, growing like inflating balloons, but with mind blowing definition and vascularity. He watched, open mouthed, as the compression shirt grew steadily tighter. The internal pressure continued to mount, and his muscles responded in kind by ballooning bigger still, each group bulging and swelling as if to outdo their neighbors. His neck thickened into a massive corded column that nearly consumed his Adams apple and collided with his traps as they rose higher and more mountainous to ward his jawline. His delts inflated outward, taking on an almost cantaloupe-like appearance through the elastic fabric of the shirt while his biceps and triceps exploded in opposite directions and quickly filled the elbow length sleeves. His forearms rippled to sudden life, the cords of muscle thickening and swelling in an almost writhing mass, taking on the look of, then surpassing, small hams! His pecs were most impressive as they widened to fill the space between his shoulders, then ballooned outward and down, beginning to pull the neckline of the shirt's collar lower and reveal the first few inches of the rapidly deepening valley between them. The entirety of his torso suddenly seemed to double in width as he both felt and saw his lats swell and widen as well as all the smaller muscles of his back rippled and popped with growth. His arms were suddenly forced noticeably outward from his sides at this, and felt the compression shirt constrict further around his body. He looked down to see that his abs had now each grown to the size of baseballs, the top pair being slightly obscured by the growth of his chest as it pushed the fabric outward, and watched as his obliques and intercostals popped and swell with growth to show through the shirt in bold relief. He could feel the girth of his thighs increasing in his gym shorts, but not quite see it, as the shorts were originally loose fitting basketball shorts. However, from the looks of things, and the feeling of his swelling glutes, they wouldn't be loose fitting for too much longer. His calves, on the other hand, were plainly visible and had taken on a powerful, rapidly swelling diamond shape and were showing quite prominently from behind his thickening shins. Suddenly, the already unbearable feeling of increasing pressure filling his body spiked several notches higher and the growth of Andy's body went into overdrive. The sudden spike in growth increased the width of his neck threefold, curving outward from the base of his skull, and shot down through his body with a vengeance! His traps mounded higher, rising fully above the collar of his shirt, nearly merging with his neck while his deltoids exploded further outward to the size of cannonballs and beyond. His biceps and triceps exploded rapidly to a size bigger than Andy's own head as his forearms grew to the size of twenty pound hams. The growth spike hit Andy's chest, and his pecs bulged to the size of pillows and rose higher toward his chin. The sudden increase in the size of his chest caused the hem of the shirt to ride up suddenly, the elastic material shooting up almost violently over his stomach to reveal six softball sized abs that were pulsing steadily bigger with size while his waist had somehow managed to remain proportionately narrow. His quadriceps and hamstrings, not to be outdone, swelled monstrously. He had been unintentionally standing with his legs apart, and he saw the loose gym shorts start to tighten as he felt his glutes bulge bigger and rounder. At the same time, Andy's eyes widened as he became aware of the sensation of his inner thighs suddenly coming into contact with each other despite the width of his stance. He looked down briefly, then noticed the top of his gym socks suddenly get forcibly pushed down, bunching up at the tops of his shoes, by his inflating calves. He became aware of the sound of stretching fabric. He looked up again to see that the feel of the soft elastic fabric sliding over his nipples as his pecs grew had caused them to get hard and show plainly through the straining fabric. He could see that the shirt was fighting to restrain his rapidly ballooning physique and felt the shirt getting tighter...and tighter...and tighter as he grew bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER! He realized, suddenly, that he had become mesmerized by the growth and was quickly becoming too big. But the growth wasn't slowing down. In fact the pressure was still building and the growth rate was still increasing. He shook himself out of the spectacle before him in the mirror and turned toward the door to leave. As he walked, he stumbled slightly, but quickly righted himself. As he attempted to hurry toward the door finally, he realized how big his legs had gotten. He hadn't noticed till now because he had been standing still, but he could feel as he walked that the legs of his boxer briefs beneath the shorts had been forced upward by his ballooning thighs and were bunched up where his thighs and narrow hips met. Conversely, he also realized that his muscles hadn't been the only thing growing. As he walked he could feel the front of the boxer briefs growing rapidly tighter, and it felt as if his still soft manhood was being forced to bunch up inside them. He sailed through the main doors, and out into the parking lot heading for his small van. As he climbed in, he noticed idly for a moment that everything now appeared quite a bit smaller. But he didn't have time to think about that right now. he had to... Suddenly, Andy's entire body went rigid! The feeling of increasing internal pressure heightened, spiking exponentially, and with a massive surge of growth, his entire body began to explode with size faster than ever before, his muscles bulging bigger, gaining pounds in seconds! It was a testament to the manufacturer of the compression shirt that it had lasted this long. But as he was able to look down for a second before his chest became too big to see past, he heard the unmistakable sound of fabric tearing and seams giving out. The shoulder seams of the shirt were first to give way, splitting violently open. The remainder of the sleeves were held in place briefly by the sheer tightness caused by the size of his upper arms. The sleeves, however, were contemptuously obliterated by the rapidly increasing mass of his biceps and triceps. He felt cool air come into contact with his sides as small tears appeared and were rapidly expanded all along the side seams of the shirt first on the left side, then the right. With an almost sinister snapping sound, the reinforced stitiching of the collar gave out. The neckline had been pulled nearly all the way down to the top pair of abs by the swelling mountain of Andy's chest. But without the reinforced stitching to hold things together, the front of the compression shirt was briefly marred by two huge stress wrinkles, then burst violently open, tearing wildly apart from each other right down the middle. His massive and growing pecs burst forth forcefully from the shirt at the sudden release of restraint and Andy gained a new appreciation for just how big his pecs had gotten (and were still getting) as they settled with a massive bounce, powerful enough to shake his entire overdeveloped body, back into a steady rate of growth. Andy suddenly became acutely aware of the confined feeling inside his shorts. He gritted his teeth against the tightening feeling of his boxer briefs as it became more than he could bear. He could actually feel his cock and balls momentarily fighting for space, but was once again greeted by the sound of fabric and seams ripping, slightly muffled by the gym shorts. The lump in in the shorts caused by his package was roughly the size of softball at the moment. But as he felt his boxer briefs finally give out against the combined mass of his thighs, glutes, and massive package, it quadrupled in size then continued to swell bigger and fill the gym shorts out alarmingly faster! As Andy's growth continued, he fumbled for a few seconds to start the van. it was starting to get difficult to move. As he left the gym, his concern had been how he was going to get to the car before his burst out of his shirt. Now, as he heard the sound of the driver seat begin to groan under his increasing weight, he wondered how he was going to make the half hour drive home before he burst out of his vehicle... As the two teenaged desk attendants, Mark and Calvin, walked toward the door inside the gym to lock up and leave for the night, they both stopped, staring stunned at the doors. The metal framework of one door was warped as if something huge had collided with it, and the full length pane of glass had a massive spider web crack. The steel push handle of the other one was bent and slightly crumpled. When they looked closer, it looked almost as if it had been done by a very large hand. Calvin caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and looked over toward the mirrored wall. A gym bag lay discarded along the wall. He walked over and picked it up, carrying it back over to Mark who was still staring at the doors. Mark looked over. "Whose is that?" Calvin unzipped it and rummaged around, "No clue. No name, no initials, just some sweaty clothes and..." As Calvin lifted a wadded up towel out of the gym bag, it came unraveled and a bottle wrapped up in the towel rattled to the floor. Calvin bent and picked it up. "'Experimental, high performance supplement. Just take one, right before working out...near instant results, just take one'" he read from a hand printed label on the bottle. Mark scoffed, "Probably some roid freak's; got suckered into buying fake supps." "What should I do with'em?" "Eh, doesn't matter to me. Do what ya want." Calvin slipped the bottle into his own back pack, "I'll show it to the trainer tomorrow. Maybe he'll know something about it...." _______ END
  8. Revenge of the Nerds - The Wrestling Team Roy, strong and muscular, tightly clad in nothing but a singlet stood strongly pressed against Evan’s small and scrawny body. “Now, don’t fuck with me, I asked you a question. Do you have the stuff? It’s yes or no, simple, really.” Roy’s deep and commanding voice sneered. Evan stuttered, biting on his tongue while trying to form words in his mouth. “I don’t have all day, twerp, what will it be.” Roy gave an intimidating flex to his bicep, summoning an even more scared and lustful expression from Evan. Evan, deeply stressed finally managed to make a reply. “N-no. But-t-t…” Evan felt the wrestling trained body of Roy loom over him even more, the jock looking at him like he was ready to smash the nerd into pulp. Roy’s threatening demeanor only increased. “Sorry bud, you promised me another dose of B1G. I upheld my end of the deal, I hope you jerked your little dick off to my nudes, but if you can’t deliver I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson or two about what happens to those who lie and cheat to the alpha’s of this world.” Effortlessly Roy grabbed Evan by the collar and dangled him in the air. “My match against the state champion is in ten minutes. I haven’t seen him yet but from what I heard he is a monster. I need that growth serum. I don’t care how, get it for me, or else hell will be a more attractive escape than what I’ll drag you through.” Roy dropped Evan back to the floor, giving one last demeaning look at the twerp before walking out of the locker room they had been ‘chatting’ in. If Roy had looked back he would have seen Evan sit with the most sinister grin plastered on his face. But Roy didn’t look back, because, truthfully, he was scared shitless at the moment. It was easy to intimidate nerds and hide his terrified feelings but a pit formed in his stomach when he thought about his upcoming wrestling match. His road to the state championships had been easy. Mostly because of the earlier doses of ‘B1G’ Evan had provided, which had pushed his ordinary jockish college wrestling build into tightly stretching his singlet with muscle. But this final match against an unknown opponent, with rumours of a true goliath being the the undisputed champion… The last thing Roy wanted was going back to losing matches, especially after getting his first taste of dominating everything and everyone with sheer size. Roy swaggered over to some cheerleaders, wasting the time till his final match by flexing his muscles. He liked bragging about his previous victories, it put his mind off his worries. And girls clearly liked hearing about him smacking down other inferior guys effortlessly, going by their longing stares and their tender touches of Roy’s round biceps. He loved doing double bicep poses for them, making them feel all the power coursing through his skin. And of course there were there longing stares to the other thing besides his pecs stretching out the front of his singlet, the meaty sausage forming quite the bulge, even when he was soft. B1G made you larger than most men, everywhere. “Sorry girls, I’ve got a championship to win.” Roy said after handing out his Instagram. He gave one last cocky smile before strutting off to the mat. The attention had been calming. “I’ve probably been too caught up in my own head.” Roy thought to himself. He flexed his muscles, reaffirming they were still there. He was big. The talks of some unknown giant being the current champion probably were just over exaggerations. Yeah, that was it. He was gonna have to smash the nerdy Evan for not providing him godhood in time, but he’d manage. Would be a shame to reduce the guy’s cute and dorky face to pulp but... Cute? Had he just thought of a guy as cute? Roy rubbed his head, those hot cheerleaders were probably still on his mind. He looked around for Evan but couldn't see the pathetic looking twink anywhere. He’d really have to win without another dose of B1G. “Now, for the final match of the day. Please give a hard applause for the challenger of the state champion title: Roy Chauby!” Roy’s confidence was further sparked by the loud applause that followed. He winked at ladies from earlier watching from a distant, their aroused giggles and scarlet cheeks fueling his ego even more. What had he ever worried about, there was nothing that could stop him. “...And now, our state champion. Axel Connally!” Roy’s blood stopped. He recognised that name. That was Evan’s brother, he had gone to the same college before suddenly dropping out a few months back. The guy was a runt, how could he possibly have taken the title of state wrestling champion? As Roy heard the loud thudding footsteps of the champion as he made his way to the front Roy got a terrifying suspicion on how he could have gotten big fast enough to snatch a wrestling title in just a few months. Evan did say he got access to the wondrous growth inducing serum that was B1G through family. Axel arrived on the mat and Roy could see why the audience had been gasping while the champion had worked his way forward. He was massive. Gargantuan even. He only had the lower part of his singlet on, his thickly muscular upper body on full display. It looked like a granite rock of muscle, carved out and shaped by Michelangelo himself. Actual rocks seem to make up the abs of this stud, with the deep canyon in between and all. Roy hears himself audibly swallow seeing the behemoth wrestler. “Sorry Connally, but we need you to be properly dressed.” One of the referee’s apologetically mumbled. Axel did his best impression of a surprised face before slowly pulling up the straps of his wrestling singlet, the entire audience was clearly displeased the giant had to cover up his chest. “Don’t worry, my pecs will spill out anyway!” Axel boomed loudly, he didn’t lie, his muscular globes jutting out of the barely concealing singlet. Roy thought the man standing opposite of him was big enough to lift a truck. How the fuck was he supposed to do any of his wrestling moves on a guy two times his size? Roy probably didn’t realise that was how all his opponents had felt when he had easily obliterated them on his way to the championships. Axel gave a friendly pre-game handshake. He easily pulled Roy towards him holding him tightly in place with his enormous biceps.. “Hey Roy, long time no see.” Axel softly whispered. Axel pulled out a small green vail, the smaller man immediately recognised it as another dose of B1G. Roy had never seen so much pooled together, he himself had only used a few drips to get his somewhat out of shape jock body into prime form. Roy wondered how much one could grow from a full vial of the stuff. He tried grabbing for it, but Axel easily held it of reach before putting it on his lips and downing it’s whole contents in one go. “Should have bought a bigger singlet.” Axel mused. “Don’t worry though, I intend in toying with you for quite a while. I could win three seconds after the match starts, but where’d be the fun in that? No, you’re gonna feel how my every muscle is growing while they trap you.” Axel let Roy go out of the handshake, giving a big innocent smile to the audience. Safely hiding among that audience was Evan, who was going to immensely enjoy the upcoming match. His brother probably was looking forward to beating Roy into the ground too, going by the horse sized bulge that was now forming in his singlet. And Roy himself was probably going to enjoy it too, going by spot of pre his eight inch cock was making. B1G’s sexual orientation altering side effect had probably finally kicked in for Roy. Evan smiled, he had to give it to his brother, this had indeed been a great plan. First you give the jocks a small taste of power with a tiny dose of B1G, you make sure they’re strong enough to end up in the state wide championships, and then you crush all their dreams by providing an opponent so huge they’ll never get above second place. Defeat was even more sour if you had a nip of sweet victory before. Now that they had done a test run with Roy, it was time to give to do it for the whole wrestling team. Crushing the dreams of a whole wrestling team at once would be even more fun.
  9. Adam was always in the gym, constantly trying to build and sculpt his already excellent body. His boyfriend Robby was tired of it, he thought that Adam was perfect already, he looked like a fitness model. But Adam wanted to be bigger, he wanted to be at a bodybuilder level. His body and his genetics weren’t going to let it happen. So Robby decided to step in, he got ahold of either a magical or scientific super protein shake, it mattered on who you asked. It would give Adam the boost he wanted, and if Adam was happy then Robby was happy. That was till the growth started. It was fine at first, Adam went from toned lean muscle to looking like a ripped linebacker. Then no matter how much he shaved he always had a pelt of dark hair on his chest, legs and stomach. His beard was worse, it was impossibly thick and scratchy. Robby was also worried that Adam was going bald, his thick brown hair was thinning and getting much shorter. He was also getting older, he’d gone from 25 to near his 40’s in a couple days, but Robby wasn’t very concerned with that. Because it came with a huge rise in their sex life. The new older beefier Adam was an animal, always pinning Robby down and grinding against him whenever he saw his boyfriend. Which was all the time because Adam didn’t go to the gym anymore. So all in all Robby liked having the new daddy Adam around, till one morning. Robby woke as usual covered in cum and sweat from the mammoth fuck session the night before. Adam was still snoring away, all big, veiny and hairy. Robby was in the middle of making breakfast when Adam thudded into the kitchen in just his undies. “Hey babe” he growled, itching his furry stomach Robby noticed it, Adam’s abs were gone, just a plump flabby gut. “You know babe, just a little breakfast for me” He jiggled his belly “I’m gonna need to start hitting the gym again” Robby sighed and wondered what the opposite of a protein shake was.
  10. ABSQRST

    Time of the Month

    It was happening again, Jimmy could feel it. A pulling feeling deep in his guts, a throbbing that run up his spine. It was his time of the month again, but it couldn’t be, it was too soon. Since puberty started Jimmy would have these really strange male periods, for a couple minutes for one day a month Jimmy couldn’t be around any other men because they would change. Jimmy was at a friends house staying over to play video games for one last time before they went to college. So the second Jimmy felt the pressure building inside him he made an excuse and went to hide in the bathroom. He’d only be gone a couple minutes, not long enough for anyone to notice. Jimmy didn’t want his friend Tim to end up like the others who’d been around Jimmy during his time of the month. It had happened a few times, the first victims being his dad and older brother. They didn’t see themselves as victims, but then they didn’t even realize anything had changed. The first time it happened Jimmy hardly knew what was happening, but he put the feeling of pressure and the sudden massive muscle growth together. All Jimmy did was look at his dad and brother and with a flash of light two hulking hairy studs had replaced them. And no one saw any difference, it was like they had always been hunks. But Jimmy worked out the rules of this power very quickly, it would only change men, it happened once a month and he couldn’t change himself. He’d worked the last rule out after several tries of just sitting in front of a mirror. But Jimmy was a little suspicious that he’d changed a little. Somehow whatever he wore showed off his plump butt, even clothes that were several sizes to big became tight when he pulled them on. Which for a straight guy who turned other guys into hulking horny gods once a month was bad. This was why he was so desperate to control his power, he didn’t want to get fucked again like last time when he changed the mailman. So Jimmy could only sigh when he opened the bathroom door and found Tim’s dad Keith lounging in the bath with a book in hand. “Hey Jimmy” Keith greeted in surprise “There’s another bathroom downstairs….” he started but the flash of light silenced him Instead of the soft 40 something man that Keith had been a bulky tanned much younger hunk sat in his place. Jimmy felt the throbbing in his spine move down to his ass. Keith grinned and gave his pecs a bounce before rising out of the water. Jimmy looked straight into the soft fat cock and swollen balls that slowly started to swell. “Come on little guy, you’ve been asking for this for years” Keith explained as he still dripping with water led Jimmy out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom Jimmy didn’t fight it, his body wanted it, but his mind never did. After the first couple of incidents he decided just to let it happen. Keith pulled Jimmy onto the bed, his heavy wet body soaking through Jimmy’s clothes. Keith tore Jimmy’s shorts off with his big hands and flipped the boy around. Jimmy’s face pressed against Keith’s rock hard cock and instinctively started to swallow it down. Keith’s long tongue delved between Jimmy’s peachy cheeks and found his tight hole. They weren’t at it for long before Tim appeared in the doorway. He and Jimmy were the same age, but Tim looked much more adult than Jimmy. His power having held Jimmy back a bit, probably so he couldn’t fight off the big hunks he created. Tim was only able to get out a gasp as Keith’s cock popped out of Jimmy’s mouth and Jimmy looked at Tim. There was a flash and Tim was replaced by a man bigger, beefier and much better hung than his father. Keith didn’t care that his son was in the room, only Jimmy’s ass mattered. “Nice one dad” Tim boomed “Wanted to fuck the little slut for ages” Big Tim thudded over to Jimmy and grabbed a handful of his hair. Jimmy’s jaw dropped open hoping it was wide enough for his friends giant monster cock. As Jimmy was taken at either end by the big father and son duel the pressure in his guts stopped and it would be a whole month before it came back.
  11. AdonisObsessed

    The Apology.

    The Apology. “Ah shit, sorry bro.” “I know how much effort you put into cleaning those floors, I made a bit of a... Mess.” The smell of cum of is thick in the air. An unknown titan of muscle stands the rays of moonlight, his feet planted in one of the pools of sperm littering the floor. The hunk raises an eyebrow at my flabbergasted look, before planting one of his big pawing mittens on his face. “Shit, gotta apologize again, I must’ve scared the shit out of you. It’s not every day you have a stallion standing in your living room, you probably don’t even recognise me.” Slowly I back away from the mountain of muscle, unsure if the police would even be able to remove the intruder. “Haha, fuck man, you really don’t recognise me, huh? It’s me, bro, Davey, your roomie.” My expression of shock apparently spoke for itself. This sexy, muscular, beauty of a man didn’t look in the slightest like my flabby nerdy roommate. He needed to provide some proof. “You’re favourite colour is blue. You brush your teeth three times a day…. And you’ve been dating a girl named Jessica for two weeks, you’ve confided in me you’re not too sure about your performance in bed.” It really was Davey, I hadn’t told that last thing to anyone but him. I barely even go to ask how my formerly puny runt roommate had turned turned into a sex god before Davey took charge of the conversation again. “Hey man, mind grabbing me that blue training suit over there? It used to be so baggy, but right now it’s the only thing that might fit.” I wonder why he doesn’t just grab his stuff himself, but I find something about his deep baritone voice… Compelling. Guess Davey is still lazy, even in this new bulging body. I throw him his clothes, his thankful smile pleasing me in a way I can’t describe. It feels good pleasing the big hulking man. “Right, so about how I got this big… I think I owe you a third apology this evening.” My roomie unsurely scratches behind his ears. “You know those magic growth promising pills you ordered, from Hunkify or something, to better please Jessica? Well, they came in last night, and, uh, I might have tested a few…” I feel my mouth go dry as I watch my new stud of a roommate struggle himself into the previously roomy blue training jacket. He doesn’t even bother with underwear, his soft cock forming an obvious wrist thick third leg in his trousers. “Might have accidentally eaten up the whole tub… Fuck man, once you start, there is no stopping until you look like an alpha fuckin’ hunk.” I’d like to scream and shout at my adonis like roommate for eating up all the pills I had payed a quite a sum for, equal to years of college tuition. But I soon found out all the sound has left my throat and was admiring just how great Davey looked in that jacket, his biceps slowly pushing against the seams. Instead my mouth is just barely able to utter one mundane and dull question, where Davey was off too, getting dressed up and all. “Glad you asked! You know I’ve been feeling each of these huge swelling muscles all night, slowly jerking my ten inches of cock and painting the room in my cum. I think it’s time I really gave this body a test drive. You know, plow my way through some chicks…” Davey strokes his hands over his hard body again, reinforcing just how real his muscles are. “Well, you did order these pills to finally get a body worthy of Jessica’s hot ass. Maybe I should pay her and her bouncing tits a visit first, you know, put these pills to their intended use of finally giving her an orgasm.” I want to protest, but the new alpha cuts me right off. “No back talking, little man. Us big guys just have these urges you know. We gotta pleased. And the only thing that can please us is big full bouncing tits while fuck our women into cloud nine, and get out muscles worshipped by their tongues…” Davey looks around the dirty room with dissatisfaction. “You better have this place cleaned by the time I get back. Those pools of cum might get into the wood otherwise, and I might want to bring Jessica back here for some more fucking, you do have that big bed…” “Hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s not like she’s gonna end your relationship, she was in it for the money anyways. Just man up already and accept she’s gonna be seeking more qualified men for her needs.” “Anyways, I’m off, gonna take care of my own urges. And that’s nothing to apologize for.”
  12. Ultrabeef

    The Perfect Couple

    The Perfect Couple by Ultrabeef Skyler and Parker finished up their workout and headed to the showers. The cute 20 something gay couple were the envy of all their friends. Their attractive toned bodies and chised features made them look like a couple of fashion models. Skyler had short brown hair and a perfect physique and was in finance however while Parker, blond and also toned, was getting his start in real estate. They were the perfect couple and living the American dream: great realtionship, attractive partner, making great money. As they headed to the locker room a huge roided behemoth blocked their path. They had seen the guy at the gym often; grunting and heaving ridiculously heaving weights in the free weight area while Skyler and Hunter used the treadmills and machines. "Hey bros, looking good out there today" the huge bodybuilder rumbled in his deep bass. "Um, thanks...'bro'" Parker replied, somewhat sarcastically as Skyler nudged him hissing "Shut up, do you want to get us killed?". The huge guy, ignoring the latent sarcasm continued "My name's Ian. Ian Walsh." The two hunky twinks stared at him blankly until he continued "And you are?". "Oh...um...sorry" Skyler muttered, realizing his rudeness. "I'm Skyler" he smiled weakly extending his hand that was almost ripped off by the huge meaty paw of Ian. "Nice to meet you Skyler. Who's your friend?" "I'm Parker. Skyler’s boyfriend" Parker replied with an emphasis on "boyfriend" in case Ian might have gotten the wrong idea. "Nice to meet you too" Ian purred, grabbing Parker’s arm and shaking his hand roughly. "You know, I've been watching you two for a while" Ian continued as Skyler and Parker looked at each other confusedly. Ian continued unphased "I think a couple attractive guys like yourself would look awesome with some muscle mass on you". As he spoke Ian bounced his pecs in his sweaty stringer tank. Skyler's eyes widened and the bulging beef in front of him. "Um. Thanks but I think we're good" Parker politely replied. "Well, that's a shame. If you dudes change your mind and want to get huge and jacked like me, give me a call". Ian flexed his huge bicep as he handed Skyler & Parker a plain, white business card. On it were the words "Ian Welsh, Muscle Growth Specialist" and a phone number. "Thanks" Parker replied. "Um, yeah...thanks" Skyler mumbled as Parker shoved him toward the showers. That evening, as Parker packed for a trip home from the big city to visit his parents, Skyler was uncharacteristically quiet. "What's on your mind babe?" Parker asked, snapping Skyler out of his daze. "Oh...nothing" Skyler lied. "Come on, I know that look. What's up?" Skyler sighed "It's that freaky musclehead at the gym. He really got inside my head today”. "What? You're kidding right? You don't want to be some huge musclehead. Do you?" Parker paused and looked at Skyler's face. "I...I guess not. I mean who wants to be some overgrown freak, right?" Skyler laughed. "Yeah!" Parker laughed too but was troubled by Skyler's strange behavior. Parker had arrived back from his parents' house early Sunday morning and had jumped in the shower. As he got out of the shower and dressed he could hear Skyler making breakfast in the kitchen. "Hey sweetie! You're up! I'll be right there" Parker called from the bathroom. "Hey babe, eggs ok for breakfast?" Skyler called in a rough, deep voice from the kitchen. "Eggs? You always have a kale smoothie. And what's with your voice? Are you coming down with a cold sweetie?" Parker was saying as he entered the kitchen and froze in his tracks. There at the stove, with his back to Parker, was an enormous bodybuilder. He was wearing a tattered t-shirt that had the sleeves ripped off to accomodate his thick, gorilla-like arms. His back was impossibly wide and tapered to a relatively small waist. The guy had a big, thick bubble butt that was straining against his pajama shorts. His legs were thick and corded with muscle. Then the guy turned around and Parker gasped "S...Skyler?!" The huge guy bounced his ample pecs and smiled "Mornin babe". “Wha...what the fuck did you do to yourself?!” Parker gasped taking in the freakish bodybuilder his boyfriend had become. Skyler smirked a cocky grin as he adjusted the thick cock that bulged obscenely in his shorts. “I gave that Ian guy from the gym a call, babe” Skyler flexed his freakish arms in a double bicep pose and grinned “you like?” “Um, fuck no!” Parker snarled. “You look like some overgrown roid-head, the kind of guy we always made fun of at the gym! You’ve got to turn yourself back to normal! I mean how is it even possible to transform your body like this in just a few days?!” Skyler was getting worked up and shouting at his huge boyfriend. “I think I look hot. And so does Ian” Parker mumbled, “besides, I can’t transform back, it’s permanent”. “How are you going to even go to work looking like that? You’re disgusting. All veiny and bulging. None of your suits will even fit!” Parker staggered to the kitchen chair and slammed himself down. He was so upset and confused. Two days ago he and his hot toned boyfriend were living their dream life and now Skyler had ruined everything with his ridiculous muscle growth. “I can’t believe you’re acting like this babe” Skyler put his huge hand on Parker’s shoulder. “Don’t touch me, you freak!” Parker screamed causing the massive Skyler to pull his hand away. “I’m going to the gym” Skyler mumbled grabbing his gym bag. “To meet up with that asshole Ian?” “Yeah, probably. Why? You got a problem with that?” Skyler flexed his pecs intimidatingly at Parker. “No. Why should I care?” Parker mumbled, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face. “Look babe. I love you! I don’t give a fuck about Ian. I always wanted to be a big manly guy and now I am. I love feeling so strong and masculine. I thought you’d love it too. I guess I was wrong.” “Yeah, I guess so” Parker sobbed. “Look, I’ll be back later and we can talk, ok?” Skyler’s looked so dejected that Parker just mumbled “sure” instead of telling him off. Skyler kissed Parker on the head before waddling to the door, his massive back as wide as the doorway. As Parker sat in the silence of the empty apartment he wiped the tears away from his chiseled cheeks. Then he went to his bedroom and reached into his gym bag. He pulled out the card Ian had given him with his number “Ian Walsh, Muscle Growth Specialist”. Pulling out his cell phone, Parker dialed the number on the card. “Yeah” a deep gruff voice answered. “Um, is this Ian?” Parker sheepishly asked. “Sure is dude”. “Um, my name is Parker. We met at the gym last week. You um “helped” my boyfriend Skyler”. “Ha! Hell yeah, I remember you, sarcastic little punk. l wondered how long it would take you to call.” “Uh, yeah, I...” Parker, not usually at a loss for words stammered. “I’ll be right over” Ian growled and the phone went dead. “Shit!”mumbled Parker to himself, “what have I done?” Within a few minutes there was a loud knock on the door, Parker opened it to find the massive Ian standing there. Ian was wearing white spandex shorts that could barely contain his massive cock and glutes and a black stringer tank that left little to the imagination as his wide pecs and shoulders bulged from the flimsy shirt. “Um, hi. Come in” Parker weakly invited Ian into the apartment. “It seems like I was here only yesterday! Oh, I guess I was here yesterday!” Ian laughed a deep, mocking laugh. “So, what can I do for you cutie?” Ian eyed Parker up and down, “damn, I hope Skyler realizes how lucky he is to have a hottie like you!” Parker blushed uneasily and looked toward the floor, his former sarcasm drained in the presence of the large bodybuilder. “So, do you like how Skyler turned out? Awesome, isn’t it?” “Actually, no. I hate it. You have to change him back.” Parker replied, finding his voice. “Change him back?!” Ian laughed again in his deep hearty laugh. “Are you fucking kidding me? He’s a total uber muscle stud now! I saved him from being a nobody! Plus, the change is permanent!” Parker stared glumly at the floor, not sure what to say. “Oh fuck, is that why you called me? To change Skyler back?” the realization dawning on Ian. “Well, of course, why did you think I called you?” “Well,” Ian smiled dangerously, “I thought you wanted to get huge too!” Now it was Parker’s turn to laugh, “you’ve got to be kidding me! Who would want to be a fucking roid-head muscle freak like you?” “Well, your boyfriend seems to like “being a freak” as you say” Ian advanced menacingly toward Parker. “Personally, I think a handsome cocky little shit like you could use an attitude adjustment and some manly muscle like this!” Ian bounced his huge pecs in Parker’s face before roughly shoving him against the wall. Parker yelled “Stay away from me, you fucking freak, or I’ll...” “You’ll what?” Ian smiled an evil grin. “You’re gonna be so fucking hot when I get through with you”. With one huge muscular arm pinning Parker against the living room wall Ian whipped out a large syringe filled with green liquid and quickly jabbed it into Parker’s chest with his free hand. “What the FUCK!!” Parker screamed, “what the fuck did you do?”. “Well, considering Skyler paid for our 2 for 1 special, I just completed his order” Ian grinned. “Skyler did what?” Parker asked in a daze as his head started to cloud over and a buzzed sensation filled his brain. “Oh, this is my favorite part!” Ian sat on the sofa to watch the show as Parker staggered toward a chair to keep his balance. “Wha...what’s happening?” Parker mumbled in confusion. “What’s happening is you’re about to grow into a nice big bodybuilder boyfriend for Skyler” Ian purred. “No...fuck! This can’t be happening!” As he spoke, Parker looked down and saw his hands swelling larger, his forearms expanding wider stretching his Oxford dress shirt. “Urrggh!” Parker growled as his muscles started to swell larger. “Fuck...no! I...don’t...want...to be a...freak!” Parker panted as his shirt grew tighter and tighter, he could see his biceps straining against the fabric of his shirt and could feel his shoulders and back stretching the shirt tight as they grew wider with each passing moment. Parker grunted as be felt a heaviness forming in his chest. “Oh fuck! No!Not my pecs!” Parker tried to hold his shirt closed as his chest swelled with beefy brawn going from toned to swoll. “Oh fuck yeah!” Ian was sitting on the edge of the couch and was stroking his hard, thick dick as he watched Parker’s shirt burst open sending buttons spraying across the room and allowing his swelling pecs the freedom they desired. Parker’s chest heaved and the weight of his burgeoning pecs forced his expanding nipples toward the floor as a deep crevice formed between them. Parker could feel his abs bulging, from the perfect six pack that he was so proud of and was the envy of all the guys and girls at work, into a thick, hard, muscle gut. His swelling midsection caused his tight skinny jeans to burst open at the waist. “Shit, shit! Shit!” Parker moaned, his voice deepening to a rich baritone as his neck thickened. His quads were thickening as well, easily shredding open his jeans at the seams, his calves swelling into perfect pillars of muscle. Parker could feel his butt growing too. No longer a cute, toned, bubble butt Parker could feel his glutes swelling into a huge, thick, muscle-ass. As Ian shot his load across his spandex shorts, Parker’s growth began to slow. “What the fuck have you done to me?!” Parker growled in his newly deep voice. He staggered to the bathroom mirror and took in the sight of his new body. Too engrossed in what he was seeing to notice Ian sneaking out the door, but not before texting Skyler “your order is complete, and I think you’ll love the results”. As soon as Skyler received Ian’s text he cut his workout short and hurried home. As he entered the apartment he could tell something was different. The living room and kitchen were a mess, furniture was out of place and overturned and the smell of manly musk and cum was thick in the air. Skyler hurried to the bedroom but it was empty. “Parker? Are you here?” Skyler called out. “I’m right here babe.” The deep, rumbling bass shocked Skyler, he slowly turned around and gasped. Standing in the doorway (filling it actually) was a massive blond bodybuilder. He was totally jacked, thick veins and stretch marks snaked across his skin. His face was still chiseled like Parker with high cheekbones, full pouty lips, and a wide jaw, but it was dusted with scruff giving him a dangerous, manly look. The hulking muscle beast was squeezed into a white thong, wet with cum, that attempted to contained his massive cock. “Holy shit! Parker?! Is that really you?” Skyler breathlessly moaned. “Oh you better believe it babe!” Parker raised his arms into a wicked double bicep pose and bounced his ample pecs. “I...I’m sorry to turn you into a freak, like me, but...” Skyler suddenly felt badly, overcome with the realization that the old Parker was gone forever. “Fuck babe! Are you kidding me? Look at me, I’m fucking jacked! And I’m all yours, stud.” Parker rubbed his muscle gut causing Skyler to moan softly. “You like all this beef babe?” Parker turned around and bent over the bed revealing his huge, thick muscle ass. “Oh fuck!” Skyler purred, ripping his gym shorts off revealing his raging boner. “Fill me with that big dick, babe” Parker moaned as Skyler mounted the hulking stud.
  13. Ultrabeef

    Dream Catcher

    Dream Catcher By Ultrabeef “Hey babe! You coming to the pep rally after-school?” Chase, the sandy haired, blue-eyed, captain of the swim team, yelled down the hall to his hot cheerleader girlfriend, Brittany. “You know I’ll be there sweetie!” Brittany smiled back with her beautiful grin. “Damn, man. You are one lucky SOB”, Wesley, Chase’s best friend elbowed the star of the swim team and shoe-in for class president. “I AM a lucky guy!” Chase beamed at his scrawny, nerdy dark haired friend Wesley. They had been friends since Kindergarten but Chase’s status as a star athlete and popular kid had strained their friendship these last few years. “Hey Wesley!” Brad yelled down the hall. Brad was Brittany’s younger brother, an overweight gamer nerd with long brown hair that hung sloppily over his eyes. Wesley liked to hang out with him. “Oh...uh... hey Chase. You...uh...coming over to see Brittany later?” Brad stammered, his cheeks blushing red. “Yeah. Maybe after the pep rally.” Chase confidently replied his dimples showing as he smiled. “I gotta get myself re-elected class president you know!” Brad, his mouth having gone dry from watching Chase talk, just mumbled dumbly, “oh, yeah, right”. “See you dudes later” Chase quickly replied grabbing his backpack and hurrying down the hall to wrap his arms around Brittany and plant a big kiss on her lips. “Damn, he’s cute” Brad sighed. “Too bad he’s not gay.” Wesley smirked and smacked his friend, “Jeez dude! You got a crush on your sister’s boyfriend?!” “Shut up! Maybe” Brad stammered sheepishly. As Wesley cautiously watched Brittany and Chase turn the corner at the end of the hall, he turned his attention back to Brad. “Ok, you know the plan right?” Wesley pulled a small purple ring out of his pocket and placed it in Brad’s hand. “Is this really it?” Brad asked skeptically, looking at the plan, cheap looking ring. “Yeah, and it’s really powerful so be careful with it, ok?” Wesley spoke with great seriousness. “It’s a dream catcher ring. All you have to do is slide it under your sisters’ pillow tonight while she sleeps. Then retrieve the ring in the morning and give it to me, ok?” “It’s not going to hurt Brittany or anything, right?” Brad asked with concern. “No! Jeez! Quit being such a pansy dude!” Wesley slapped his friend on the back. “Once Brittany’s dreams and imprinted on the ring, I just put it on and “poof” I become the man of her dreams!” Brad looked skeptical and confused, “but what about Chase? She’s been dating him since 6th grade.” “Magic, dumbass!” Wesley replied with feigned annoyance. “Look, the way I see it, Chase has had everything: popularity, great looks, hot girlfriend, for way too long. It’s time for someone else to have a chance”. “Yeah, ok.” Bradly slowly replied. “I’ll meet you in the boy’s locker-room at 6am”. Brad turned to leave as Wesley grabbed him “with the ring.” “Yeah, with the ring” Brad repeated. The next morning at 5:45am Brad paced nervously in the boy’s locker-room waiting for Wesley to arrive. He had followed Wesley’s instructions exactly and placed the ring under his sister’s pillow. This morning, when he went to retrieve it while his sister was in the shower, the ring felt much heavier than Brad remembered. “How’d you sleep?” Brad asked Brittany as he grabbed a Pop Tart while heading out the door. “Amazingly!” She replied with a smile, “best night’s sleep of my life!” Brad silently considered if this crazy dream ring could actually be real as he paced in the empty locker room. Just then Wesley slipped into the locker room. “Well?”, he hissed, “did you do it?” “Yeah” Brad replied, gingerly taking the heavy purple ring out of his pocket and handing it to Wesley. “Jeez! It’s so heavy!” Wesley wondered aloud as he held the ring in his hands. “You are the best, man!” Wesley started to tear up as he spoke to Brad, “I can’t wait to be your sister’s new boyfriend!” Wesley took the ring and slid it on to his finger. Wesley felt a surge of energy emanating from his finger and surge through his body “oh jeez!” He gasped “something's happening”. As he spoke Brad could see Wesley’s body start to change, he was growing taller. Wesley’s t-shirt now revealed his stomach that was tightening into a toned 6 pack. “Oh, jeez...shit, bro! This feels so good” Wesley groaned as his shirt stretched taught across his widening back and shoulders. “Oh god!” Wesley moaned his voice lowering into a sexy baritone “shit bro! I feel so fucking horny!” Wesley’s dick bulged in his now tight jeans and his butt turned into a cute ass connected to strong swimmers legs. Wesley’s brown hair lengthened over his eyes as his face became more handsome and rugged. His cheekbones became more pronounced and his lips plumped as his teenage complexion cleared up revealing perfect skin. Suddenly the changes stopped and Wesley stared at himself in the mirror. “Oh fuck bra! Fucking look at me and what I’ve become”. Brad was looking and trying to conceal his raging boner at the sexy hunk his best friend had become. “Oh my god Wesley!” Brad managed to squeak out. “Wes. I think I’m more of a Wes now? Don’t you?” Wes flexed and squeezed his hard, toned bicep. “Um, yeah sure.” Brad mumbled, his mouth dry in the presence of this stud that used to be his average looking friend. Wes cockily sauntered over to Brad and tossed him the now light ring. “I owe all this to you bro!” Wes smiled, “I want you to have the ring.” “Wha...really?” Brad stammered. “Shit yeah, bro! I don’t need it anymore”. Brad pocketed the ring from Wes’ open hand as the muscular teen in the skin tight clothes sauntered out of the room to look for Brittany. Meanwhile, Chase gave Brittany a kiss on the cheek at her locker before heading off to his first period class. “Have a great time in Bio, try not to fall asleep” Chase mockingly said. “You too babe, I know Econ can be a snoozefest too. See you after class”. Brittany watched as Chase headed down the crowded hallway when a rich, deep voice purred from behind her “Hey Brittany, how’s it going?”. Brittany spun around to find the owner of the voice, an absolutely gorgeous hunk of a teen with ripped arms straining out of his tight t-shirt, his bare stomach exposed revealing his rock hard abs, and as her gaze traveled lower Brittany gulped at the big bulge in his tight jeans. As she looked up at the tall stud’s face she marveled at his beautiful lips, high cheekbones, and dazzling green eyes that hid mysteriously behind his sexy long bangs. “H...h...hey” Brittany managed to mouth her knees feeling weak in front of this hunky teen. “You ready for that test in Bio today?” The teen continued and Brittany felt his rumbling voice cause a quiver in her crotch. “D...do I...know you?” Brittany asked in confusion. “Heck yeah babe, it’s me Wes! I mean Wesley”. Brittany tried to process what she was hearing. “W...Wesley?” She looked at him again and he did kind of look like Wesley. If Wesley had a jacked, athletic brother. “H...how...?” Brittany asked in confusion. “Let’s just say it was time for me to get an upgrade” Wesley grinned his new beautiful, perfect smile. “You like?” Wes flexed his bicep for Brittany tearing his tight sleeve in the process. Brittany moaned softly as she felt a wetness in her panties. “How about we ditch Bio and work on some Anatomy instead” the newly cocky Wes purred taking Brittany to the empty gym and under the bleachers. Brittany wasted no time peeling off Wes’ tight t-shirt and revealing his perfect chiseled torso. “Oh fuck!” Brittany moaned as she felt Wes’ hot swimmer’s bod and kissed his chest. “Yeah, Brit. It’s time to forget about Chase and upgrade to a real man” Wes purred as he undid his jeans. At the mention of Chase’s name Brittany snapped back to reality. Chase was her boyfriend. They had dated for years. She loved him and he loved her. As these thoughts raced through her head Wes dropped his jeans and pulled down his packed boxers revealing a thick veiny cock leaking with precum. At the sight of Wes’ beautiful cock all hesitation and thoughts of Chase went out the window. “Oh fucck!” Brittany moaned cumming in her underwear. Wes confidently lifted her top over her head and undid her bra, letting her ample tits flop out. “Oh fuck yeah!” Wes purred fondling Brittany’s big tits, “I had no idea how lucky Chase was!” “Who?” Brittany asked with confusion. “Never mind babe” Wes growled as he ripped off her soaked underwear and guided her gently to a wrestling mat under the bleachers. As his thick cock penetrated her tight, wet, hole Brittany screamed in delight, her moans echoing across the empty gym. As Wes pumped her full of his hot seed they both knew that Chase was out of the picture forever. When Brittany didn’t come out of Bio at the end of the hour, to be walked to her next class as usual, Chase became concerned. Bumping into Brad in the hallway Chase asked with urgency “hey, have you seen your sister?” “Me...uh, no I...” Brad began to stammer in embarrassment. “Nevermind” Chase mumbled as he stormed off to his second period class. Chase was excited to finally get a text back from Brittany during class after she had ignored his increasingly panicked texts during class. “Hey Chase. We are done. Met someone else. Sorry.” As Chase gulped in a panic and tried to respond to Brittany’s breakup text he got no response. By lunchtime the entire school was buzzing about the newly hunkified Wesley and the fact that Brittany had dumped Chase for him. Chase stormed into the cafeteria in a fury, and seeing Brittany talking with some of her friends and giggling marched over to her. “Brittany! What the hell? We’ve been dating for years. The class election is tomorrow. And you break up with me...with a freaking text?!” Chase could feel his voice echoing in the suddenly silent cafeteria. “Sorry” was all a dazed Brittany could muster. “Is there a problem here babe?” a deep voice rumbled behind Chase. As he spun around he found himself staring at a perfectly toned chest being barely contained by a t-shirt. “What the...”. Chase stammered, taking a step back to take in the tall, ripped jock. “W...Wesley...is that you?” Chase choked out. “Yeah bro! And it’s Wes now” Wes grinned. “Sorry about the breakup bro” Wes went over to Brittany and planted a sensual kiss on her lips as she responded in kind. Chase, overcome with emotion started to cry, running out of the crowded cafeteria to the laughs of the students and the chants of “Wes for Pres!” In the empty hallway the sounds of Chase whimpering could be heard as Brad approached him, standing there silently. “What do you want?” Chase angrily looked up at Brad. Brad was speechless, even in anger and through his tear-filled eyes Chase was still so cute to Brad. “I think I can help”. Brad explained how Wesley had used the dream ring to become Brittany’s perfect dream man. As he showed the ring to Chase, Chase's eyes widened. “You’ve got to help me bro! You’ve got to put that ring under Brittany’s pillow and get it to me! It’s the only way I’ll even have a shot at competing with Wes and getting my old life back!” Brad hesitated as Chase pleaded with him, wiping the tears from his eyes at this glimmer of hope. “I’ll see what I can do” Brad gulped. “Thanks bro! I owe you, big time!” Chase grabbed Brad in a big hug and then scurried to the bathroom to clean himself up before his next class. Brad just stood there in the hallway reveling in the hug he had just received from his crush, his dick getting hard in his jeans. The next day Chase hurried over to Brad before first period. “Well, did you do it? Give me the ring!” Chase was determined to get his girlfriend back. “Um, well...I...” Brad stammered as he gazed longingly into Chase’s gorgeous eyes. “Um...here” he mumbled as he opened his hand to reveal the ring. “So, I just put this on and turn into Brittney’s dream guy again?” Chase clarified, the excitement clear in his voice. “Um, yeah. I guess, but...” Brad trailed off as Chase had already run down the hall toward the exit doors, not even caring that he was skipping school. On his way out the door he passed Brittney and Wes making out in the stairwell, which only fueled his anger and determination to get her back. Once home, Chase ran upstairs to his bedroom and locked the door. Standing in front of his full length mirror he slipped the ring onto his finger. Immediately Chase could feel his body changing, he felt warm and his body tingled while his head felt fuzzy, like an alcohol infused buzz. He felt a tightness across his chest and as he looked in the mirror he could see his chest swelling under his t-shirt. His shoulders suddenly started to broaden as well pulling his shirt tight as his delts bulged and his neck thickened. "Oh shit! It's really happening!" Chase moaned. He pulled up his t-shirt to see a tight 6 pack forming on his formerly skinny and undeveloped missection. As he struggled to pull off the shirt he could hear the fabric tearing. Needing no further encouragement Chase tore the remaining fabric away to reveal the growing muscle. His pecs were bulging out further, he could feel their heaviness as they pulled away from his body, his large, puffy nipples starting to point toward the floor as their mass increased. Chase hefted his pec in his hand and moaned "Ohhhh...fuuuccck!" as his played with his newly formed massive pecs. His delts flared out like wings from his trim, small waist as his back grew thick with muscle. His burgeoning legs were straining his jeans but were loose at the waist. Chase could see a huge bulge forming and he struggled to pull the jeans down over his powerhouse legs and thick bubble butt. "Shit, why is my ass so big...?" Chase wondered as he started to stroke his huge cock. "Oh fuck yeah! Brittnay must like her guys stacked...although I wonder why Wes didn't get this big?" Chase wondered as he continued to beef up, his arms thickening with veins visible under the surface of his perfect pale skin. Diamond stud earrings appeared in each ear and his hair started to lighten into a platinum blonde faux-hawk. As Chase's lips pouted out and grew larger and his cheekbones became more pronounced he started to realize that something was wrong. Brittany hated blond guys, and huge muscles. Brad liked those things! Chase struggled to get the ring off his finger but it wouldn't budge. "Oh sthit! whath's happening to me!" Chase whimpered as his voice developed a faggy lisp. The transformation had stopped as the ring slid off his finger easily, leaving Chase, his big chest heaving, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Staring back at him was a huge, sexy, hunky, blonde bodybuilder with a big dick and a big muscle butt. Chase fondled his big muscle tits and moaned as he grazed his big sensitive nipples “Oh fuck! I'm, thso fucking hot! Hot fucking musthle fag!!" Chase started to shoot his load as he jacked his big dick at his reflection. Strangely Chase wasn't angry. The transformation had been complete, he wasn't at all interested in Brittany (or any girl for that matter). He had become a gay muscle stud and he knew exactly what he wanted. "Justh wait until I get back at Brad!" Chase grinned as he put the dream catcher ring under his pillow. The next day at school the kids were whispering in the hallways "Did you see Chase?" "Holy crap what happened to him?" "He's huge!" "And totally gay now!" Chase just smirked as he sauntered down the hall in his pink flip flops, tight rainbow crop top and denim cut-off booty shorts. He was every gay guy's wet dream come to life. Chase sauntered up to Brad who was at his locker with his back to Chase and purred "hey, babe! like what you thsee?" Brad turned around and his eyes widened. "I...I...um..." Chase could see Brad's dick growing in his shorts. "Ch...Chase...is that you?" Brad mumbled. "Sthure is! Sthomebody wasth a very bad boy with the ring!" Brad couldn't believe what he was seeing. Here was Chase, his secret crush, totally transformed into a musclebound gay hottie! Brad was short of breath, he could feel himself starting to pass out. Suddenly the world went black. When Brad awoke he was in a small darkened room. "Wh...where am I? Wh...what happened?" Brad mumbled in confusion. "Hey, sthweetie! I guess you just couldn't handle all this hotness." Chase was sitting next to Brad, his muscles bulging obscenely in his tight, tiny clothes. "You're in the nursthes' officeth". "Oh my god! Chase! I...I'm sorry, I just..." "Chase grinned, his perfect white teeth gleaming in the dimly lit room, “Oh I know sthweetie! You have a crush on me and made me into your fanthasy man. I'm not mad. But I do plan to get my own revenge". "Wh... what do you mean?" Brad mumbled in confusion. At that moment Chase slid the ring onto Brad's finger. "What the fuck?! No! Not that!!" Brad struggled to pull the ring off but it wouldn't budge. "I slept with the ring under MY pillow last night babe. If I'm YOUR dream man, YOU’RE gonna be mine!" "Oh fuck!... ahhh...it feels...so...good!" Brad moaned under his breath. "This sthould be interesting!" Chase grinned as Brad began to change. Brad could feel his body expanding as his muscles began to swell, his Avengers t-shirt soaked with sweat and clinging tighter to his expanding shoulders, thickening arms, and newly swollen pecs. Brad grew bigger and bigger as pounds of muscle added to his frame. "Shit! I'm getting too big!" Brad moaned in a panic as his neck thickened and his voice dropped an octave. "Oh fuck! My voice!" Brad grapped his neck as his pecs ballooned out forcing his arms further away. Suddenly he could feel a coolness on his scalp as his hair started to fall out of his head. "Wh...what’s happening to my hair bro?!" Chase just smiled as big spacerers appeared in Brad's ears and tattoos started to crisscross his suddenly massive pale body. "Oh shit! not tats man!" Brad moaned as his skin started to darken. "What the hell's happening to my skin?!” Brad whined in his rich baritone. “Oh sthweetie! Didn't I mention that I have a thing for big, thick, black guys?!" Brad could feel his glutes balloon out into a freakish muscle ass shredding his jeans as his dick swelled into a thick black cock and his balls swelled full of testosterone . "Oh fuck bro! What have you done to me?" Brad the enormous freaky black bodybuilder moaned in his new deep voice as his transformation stopped leaving him naked and panting for air in the cramped nurses office. “Oh shit!" Chase grunted as he whipped out his own swollen dick and started stroking it, “so fucking stacked!” Brad caught sight of himself in the full length mirror on the wall and moaned, his huge cock swelling and leaking pre as he hefted his meaty pecs and flexed his huge right bicep. His face was beautiful with pronounced cheek bones and big full lips. The melanin in his skin didn’t hide the tattoos covering his huge, hard muscles. This, coupled with his bald head and piercings gave the formerly fat, white, gamer nerd the look of a total African badass. Chase came up behind him and playfully smacked him in his thick ebony butt. “Now, you are definitely what I call boyfriend material”. Brad turned around and shoved his big lips onto Chase’s, kissing him passionately while cupping Chase’s big ass with his large powerful hands. “Oh fuck yeah baby! Is this what you like in a man?” Brad growled in his sexy baritone. “Oh shit yeah, you big black stud!” Chase purred as he rolled his tongue around Brad’s large, puffy, nipple. An animal instinct took over the formerly shy Brad as he gently shoved Chase onto the exam table, seamlessly transitioning into his new role as a total top. Chase, former confident leader of the school, likewise embraced his new role as total bottom slut and arched his back raising his cute, big, bubble-butt into the air revealing his tight hole to Brad. Brad needed no further prompting, guiding his huge dripping fuck stick into Chase’s virgin ass as Chase moaned with both pain and delight. As the school nurse approached her office, the primal grunts coming from inside gave her pause. She wisely decided to extend her coffee break. When she returned an hour later her office was totally abandoned and destroyed. Puddles of cum were everywhere and her exam table was completely smashed in half. The next day at school the whispers were louder than ever. The new school hunk Wes easily won class president and received a celebratory kiss in front of the entire school from his new girlfriend Brittany Fair. Meanwhile, under the bleachers Brittany’s now step brother Brad grappled erotically with his new boyfriend (and Brittany's former boyfriend) Chase, during the assembly announcing the winner. The sounds of the two gay teen hunks making out in the darkness were drowned out by the cheers of the student body.
  14. Clodmuscle

    school fair

    I was a little worry at first when the science professor partners me with Chad for my project in the science fair. Chad was the captain of the wrestling team, and he was as dumb as he was big the only reason the professor pair us was because Chad needed an A to stay on the team . it didn’t matter I was going to be the one doing all the job or that that chad usually bully me flexing his huge muscles against my wimpy physique. However, I knew exactly what to do to win the fair and gave Chad a little taste of his own medicine. As I suspected Chad never helps me even once during the entire project, but it was good because the surprise would be even greater, then it took me a lot of nights without any sleep, but I was able to finish my muscle transfer machine. On the day of the project, I only need chad to present himself the only thing he did for the entire project, and even when he arrived late just as the professors were about to examine our project. “ Good morning dear professor, our project is something that would revolutionize the fitness industry. Here, my partner, Chad will help me with the demonstration as you see Chad is really buff. How about you show us those muscles big guy.’ Chad boosted by all the praises immediately flexed his huge biceps in double pose straining the sleeves of his XL shirt to the limit. "Wow really impressive it would take me years or even decades to be even half as big as this man” i said as I imitate chad pose although less impressive because of my noodle arms. “ however now with this machine that will change "I said as I hit a button and the machine started working a single beam of energy was shot from the machine and hit change and me . As the ray hit us, I saw chad quickly start to shrink right in front of me. His physique becoming smaller and skinnier his impressive biceps and pecs deflated like balloons int happen so quickly that chad face went from one of cockiness to one of confusion and then one of terror as he became the smallest guy in the room. Meanwhile, I was barely able to contain my laugh as my own physique started to expand, my noodle arms became big cannonballs bigger than a person’s heads, my legs transformed into two massive tree trunks to carry my weight, they also grew longer making me as tall as chad used to be. By the time the transformation it almost seems as we had swapped heads, chad now a scrawny wimp while I looked like a pro bodybuilder. Little chad demands me to return him his body but a single flex of my now massive biceps make him clear he was not in a position of power anymore. We, of course, win the science fair but had still had to leave the wrestling team, the captain can be someone that is smaller than the waterboy. I, on the other hand, was actually invited to fill Chad position, I knew nothing about wrestling but if dumb little Chad could do it, how hard could it be for the genius giant new me….
  15. “You Dean” the massive man asked, his chest glistening beneath his unzipped hoodie Dean gulped, the little fag had said he’d set his big brother on him, but Dean had just laughed and dunked the nerd’s spotty face into the toilet again. He never considered the little guy would actually do it, let along that his brother was actually a beast. But the man before him did share some similarities, they had similar coloring, similar eyes and even hints of a similar facial structure. “Yes…….sir” he quickly added “Cool” he rose up from his perch, the underside of his pecs level with Dean’s eyes “I’m Hugh, you’ve been harassing my little brother” Dean started to back off, but Hugh gripped his shoulder and pulled him back. The hand massively meaty and denting into Dean’s pretty thick shoulder. “Nah, you’re not going anywhere” Hugh’s free hand clenched into a fist “Please, I’ll leave him alone…….” Dean begged, but Hugh hushed him “I’m not here to hurt you” He paused, flexing his biceps “I’m here to thank you” “Thank me” Dean questioned “Yea” Hugh let his shoulder go and started to feel up his own solid abs “If it wasn’t for your constant abuse, my little bro wouldn’t have come to me and asked to get big” Dean paled “Get big” Hugh laughed “You think this is natural” he bounced his pecs “hell no, I’m a chemistry whizz, or was in a past body, I mixed a little potion and got this body out of it” Hugh rubbed his crotch, his memories turning him on. His jeans showing the teeth of the zipper straining and nearly popping open from the mass behind them. “My bro’s been stubborn about getting huge, but you have helped chang his mind” Hugh patted Dean’s head “I’ll leave you two alone” He turned and jogged away towards some passing blond joggers, his muscled ass flexing. “Two?” Dean shouted after him “It’s just me here” A deep thundering chuckled erupted behind him. Dean jumped, falling to the floor. Behind him rose a mountain of muscle, gym shorts strained against huge thighs and a monstrous dick mound. Eight furry cinder blocks rose upwards towards two hairy muscle slabs. A thick neck and even thicker traps held aloft a solid jaw coated in stubble. Arms thicker then Dean’s thighs strained against tanned skin, thick veins coursed with testosterone. Two dark eye glared downwards, the muscle man’s mouth stretched into a sneer. “Hey Dean” the little fag boomed from 7ft above him
  16. AdonisObsessed

    Working Late

    Working Late I was still feverishly scrubbing the kitchen floor while I heard recogniseable loud thudding footsteps come down the dorm hall. There was only one person on campus who could make walls shake that much by simply swaggering down a corridor. I bit my lips in worry, I had procrastinated doing my chores again, the big burling man that was about to bust in wasn’t going to like that. “Afternoon pup!” My entire body wavered for a moment, his booming voice always made me weak. He walked into the small dorm provided kitchenette, I grew hard seeing him stand there in an instant. His body was hard and rigid with muscle, he stood tall and filled with power. His muscles defined but carrying the weight of a powerlifter rather than a model. He looked bigger than anyone else in their early twenties I could imagine. Not that anyone would ever estimate him to be in his twenties. His face was gruff and greyly balding, stretchmarks plastered all over his bulging muscles. No, he looked like someone in their forties or fifties, except more stacked with visible muscle than could be possible at that age. He was my roommate, Chase, and the man wearing the pants in our college blossomed relationship. Well, for the moment he wasn’t wearing any pants, he had discarded those somewhere in the hall. Instead he bulged out of his sweat and pre drenched jock, his wife beater being the only separation between the warm air and those fluffy pecs and abs of his. I barely even got a chance to reply to his greeting when I noticed brusque look of disappointment his face had taken on. Shit. “Mikey, we talked about this, you gotta finish your chores on time man.” Although his voice was still harsh and commanding it got the soft mellowing tone of someone who had been let down. Like a father talking down to his son. Chase sat down in in the our old armchair, his thick and muscular digits tapping on it with dismay, his veins popping out of his still tight skin. “Let me guess, you spent the entire day watching me ‘work’ again?” I felt my turn a deep scarlet in embarrassment, I had been caught in the act, again. “You were working till so late…” I started to whine. The disapproving clack his tongue made shut me up right away. “Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, we talked about this. You get to have the real deal walk around you almost all the time, there is no need to waste your time watching those Chaturbate streams, those are just my job, just to pay the bills.” Chase was right, as he almost always was, but I couldn’t follow his advice regardless. As soon as his big muscular and mature body walked out of the door I opened up his streams, seeing him flex and show off all that aged beef of his, and watched the hundred dollar donations flow by in chat tempting the massive man to take off his jock and edge his oversized cum cannon for hours. Chase had a very lucrative job, even if the long hours had forced the sophomore to ditch classes, stroking his massive log for hours had been more lucrative than following an education. After I had been promoted from mere housemate to his personal maid and ditched classes as well I thought we would be kicked out of our dorm, but I guess security was too scared to take on the beast of a man. “So, you aren’t done cleaning, but did you at least get to the laundry?” I felt my cheeks burn an even deeper scarlet. “Mikey, pup, I’ve been wearing the same jock for days. You know how much I leak, this thing is practically drench in my cum.” Chase leaned back into his armchair, rubbing his temple while deep in thought. Luckily I knew how to cheer him up after disappointing the big manly man. Carefully I removed the straining jock, his huge manhood plopping out thankful for the space. It had to be eight inches while completely soft. It would look freakish on anyone else, but Chase had the huge muscle size to make it work. I let jumbo sized cock be for a moment and focused on the stretched out jockstrap instead. Gleefully I dug into the few days supply cum drenching the garment, savouring his raw and salty taste. Chase let out a deep laugh in approval. “C’mon Mikey, I’ll give you some fresh from the tap.” He rose to his full height and easily tossed me over his wider shoulders while waltzing over to our small bedroom. I let my boyish face rest against the deep interplay of muscles that made up his back for a moment, looking at the bald back of his head. To think how scared Chase had been when the first side effects had showed up from those muscle boosting pills he had been testing for one of the college profs. “I’m going bald! I’m aging! I look like I could be my own dad!” I smiled, remembering how my once twinkish roommate had been transformed into the fine ripe hunk he was today. God, to imagine he had just wanted to turn into some adonis. I wouldn’t want him any other way than his current hoary and hairy form. The form that could tenderly hold me and then plow me like there was no tomorrow. The form that made me do his chores but always thanked me for the work I did. The form that could outlift all those ‘hunky’ guys at the gym, and rubbed their feeble masculine pride in their face in the showers. Chase threw me on the bed, my bubble butt bouncing up and down happily. “Fuck me.” I moaned, bathing in his musk having shut down all but my most primal urges. Chase growled. “Fuck me, sir.” I haphazardly corrected.
  17. AdonisObsessed

    Remaining Unnoticed. 

    Remaining Unnoticed. Slowly I feel a familiar heat spread through my body, my muscles bouncing and twitching involuntarily under their tight lair of clothing. Not here, please not here. Just a few more minutes and I would be home, where I had privacy in spades. I’m familiar enough with the sensation however to know that once it starts, there’s no going back. I look around anxiously, I had enough unwanted attention as it is. Prying eyes tracing the bulging muscles making up my tall and adonis like figure. I’m not even sure why I still went with the subway nowadays, the potent beef that made up my calves could carry me faster than any train could. Old habits die hard I suppose, and this new masculine body craved this kind of staring attention as much as gym time. The hot and burning feeling intensified in my chest. I regretted doing an extra chest work on what was supposed to be a core day now, my pecs were already pumped and hard with the workout, I was terrified what the heat was gonna to the straining and globe like muscles. I felt a pit turn in my stomach. Well, it was too late for regrets now. My breathing slowed as the burning pain made way way for soft sensual pleasure. My knees buckle as I widen my stance. It feels good having some air between my legs and the meat dangling down there. Feeling good faded into feeling really good, my muscles cascading, the worries of being seen not even in the back of my mind as I let euphoric ecstasy wash over me. Pure power and exhilaration pumps through my veins, and I notice the first signs of the transformation. My biceps feel pumped, like I had just worked them out. I’d done no such thing but the pleasant glow and swollness is there regardless. I firmly grab one of the poles placed around the subway for support. I look on in awe at the massive arm that is holding the metal pole. My massive arm. It’s peaks are stretching further and further, each muscle becoming more pronounced. As I feel the growth slow down in my biceps I casually roll up the sleeves, and look in awe at the raw power on display. Fuck, they looked a solid inch bigger than when I had measured them just a week ago, I normally never grew this much from a single growth spurt. Instead of the exhilaration and euphoria fading now that growth did it’s job I felt it’s pleasant buzz persist. Slowly I could feel it move on to my impressive chest. Feeling your pecs grow and swell is unlike any experience describable. Once the sinews making up those globes grow past a certain size, and you always feel your pecs hanging out of you, being dragged to the earth, the mere idea of them growing can be erotic. Let alone standing and actively feeling them being pushed bigger and bigger. The hardon I had down a leg of my pants grew hard as steel feeling the pump and size of the swelling muscle. Slowly I could hear the rattling noise of the zipper of my sweater being unzipped. The muscular rack making up my chest, growing more and more impressive by the second, would no longer be contained. As I felt the cold soft breeze on my chest, my nipples growing plump and solid, I remember I wasn’t wearing a shirt under my sweater. Well I had been, but after my workout in the gym I had been forced to sacrifice it as cum rag to shoot my load into. “Hey! You you there!” I heard a voice say coming from somewhere in the back of the train. I woke up from my euphoria, I snapped back my arm from the steel pole it had been holding, only just now noticing the deep imprint my massive paws had made. I hoped nobody had seen my muscles swell and ripple with power. The subway screechingly slowed down to halt and I quickly get off. It was a few stops early, but I’d already drawn an awful lot of attention to myself, and the persistent pleasant warmth promised more growth to come, and I wasn’t sure if my shorts would be ready for that. “Hey, you! Meathead! I’m talkin’ to you!” I didn’t look back, I could feel the growth move to my already obtrusive cock, I didn’t want things to get any more obscene. I felt some wimp grab onto one of my colossal arms, he was taking two steps for just one of my big strides. Was I gaining height too, or was he really that puny? “You’re not getting away from me that easily. You’re one of those freaks that is all over the news right? The ones who seem to magically pack on size? What are they calling it, that disease, now? ‘GR0-B1G’ or something? Well, whatever it is called, you're infected with it!" I nod to indicate no, but there probably was little I could say after he’d seen me gain 20 pounds of muscle in a few minutes. Shit, I’d manage to go undiscovered for so long too. “You’re not fooling me! Last I heard the army was paying millions to citizens that handed one of you aberrations over. Got your little freaky growth spurt right on camera.” The paltry and tiny excuse for a man said while waving his phone around triumphantly. Instinctively I grabbed the small device right out of his hand. I consider my options for a second. I had always been a law abiding citizen, but sometimes you gotta put your own safety first. I can’t help but feel a little intoxicated with my own strength as I crush his small phone in a matter of seconds. Wasn’t planning on being some lab rat for the army, especially now that I had this body to play around with. As I leave the puny runt to mourn the loss of his phone I wonder why I always worry so much about being discovered. If I could crush it, it wouldn’t talk. Advantages of being a behemoth. And as I hear the ripping noises of my cock fighting against its clothing prison I wonder how much growing is still to come.
  18. ABSQRST

    In Too Long

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

    Amir Gets Zapped

    “Dude! You gotta start standing up for yourself,” I shouted. “I know, Martin, I just . . . it’s . . . I can’t,” Amir stammered back. “I mean, did you see the size of that guy? He would have mopped the floor with me.” Although the idea of a big dude using a smaller guy as a mop kind of turned me on, I forced the picture out of my head and focused all of my energy on being angry with my best friend. Amir had just let another guy steamroll all over him – something that seemed to happen numerous times a day. Even when I had stood up for him and challenged the bully, Amir had told me to calm down and not worry about it. “Amir, that guy took a book from the stack you had just put up on the counter – books you were going to buy. He just didn’t want to walk to the back of the store to get a different one. He told you yours was the last one and you know that isn’t true. Come on, man, pay for the things so we can go. I need to get back to work.” “I’m sorry, Martin. I’ll try to be more confident in the future,” Amir said sheepishly. “I really just don’t like causing any problems.” “Yeah, I know, man,” I responded, but not very convincingly. “I’ll see you for drinks at five.” Dammit, I thought to myself as I walked to my office. Why do I get so worked up about Amir’s unwillingness to be more assertive? The guy apologized if someone else bumped into him. A guy hit his car once with a BMW and Amir felt so bad he told his insurance it was his fault. I’d seen Amir take all of his stuff out of a locker at the pool numerous times just because Frank, the gym bully, liked to tease Amir by telling him he really needed the locker Amir had chosen. It was a different reason each time, but Amir gladly gave it up . . . every time Frank insisted on it. And then there was the fact that you never ever sent Amir to the bar to get drinks at a club. He’ll stand there for thirty minutes, unable to get the bartender’s attention, and then finally come back empty handed and someone else would have to go. And the guy wasn’t even some kind of total dweeb. He was a handsome slightly-less-than-normal-sized dude who smiled a lot and was really friendly. I’d been secretly crushing on him for years and that’s why I got so worked up when someone walked all over him. Yes, he dressed a little nerdy. Yes, he did his hair in this part-down-the middle dorky schoolboy style. Yes, he was the complete opposite of a ‘bear’ because if bear’s faces were furry, then Amir’s hairless, soft-as-a-baby’s-behind face made him very un-bear. And the guy’s aversion to the gym was so intense I’m pretty sure he’d hyperventilate if he merely walked into one. So, why the crush? There were so many reasons. The guy had one of the best senses of humor I’d ever encountered. He could have me rolling on the ground in seconds. Of course, he’d have to know you pretty well before you got to get glimpses of this side of him, but it was there. The guy was the best cook, the most read man I knew, and loved every kind of movie imaginable. The first time we had ever met he had passed my requirement for becoming friends with someone by being able to quote entire segments of all Monty Python movies. I don’t care how beautiful a man was if he didn’t know Monty Python. That was a deal breaker. And then, there was the fact hat he was probably the kindest person I knew – thank you cards after dinner parties, end of meal trips to the bathroom at restaurants where he secretly paid the bill, homemade meals delivered to you if you were sick, and just random daily messages to ‘check in’ and see how your day was going. Who did those things in this day and age? Amir did. Lastly, there was his cock. Sorry, I know I’ll be offending some people, but the fact was the guy had one of the most gorgeous cocks I’d ever seen. There was a certain freedom within Amir when it came to changing in front of friends at the swimming pool or even at home. I had no idea where the soft-spoken, shy, don’t-want-to-make-waves guy that moved through the world day to day got the hutzpah to let his dick and ball flop so majestically in front of his pals, but I figured it must be because of how big and beautiful it was. It was thicker than my wrist, longer than my forearm, and had a mushroom head so plump you knew it would feel so incredibly good as it forced its way into you. I so wanted to test my own theory. I knew, subconsciously, that Amir’s comfortableness with parading his monster cock around proudly in changing rooms meant there was a side to him no one had ever seen. I just didn’t know how to tap into that part of him . . . and then have that part of him tap me hard! When I returned to Hyde Jet Propulsion Laboratories after lunch, I decided to stop by the office of my favorite ‘come cry on my shoulder’ friend – Betsy Cranston. Betsy was a lipstick lesbian that was so gorgeous everyone came on to her – even though she made it very clear she was never going to be into a penis. I had watched her knee a guy so hard in the balls after he physically harassed her in the office that he surely was going to sing soprano in the choir for years after that. Betsy actually had the kind of personality I wish Amir would have. I walked into her office and the look on my face said everything she needed to know. “Let me guess. Amir was a wimp,” she said, pointing to one of the chairs across from her. “Am I that much of a broken record?” I asked. “Yes, you are, but I don’t mind. Watching you chase a guy that apologizes to his shadow is what I live for,” she sarcastically responded, and we both knew she was teasing me. “What am I going to do?” I asked. “I like the guy so much, but he’s such a dweeb.” “A cute dweeb, though,” Betsy added. “Yes . . . he’s very cute,” I answered. “And very, very endowed,” she teased, even more. “Well, there is that, yes,” I said. “Look at you, my little size queen, pining away for a guy that has so much potential. When are you going to get smart and ask your good friend, Betsy, to help you? Remember, I was top of my class at M.I.T. I know a few things,” Betsy said, with seriousness that was somewhat unfamiliar. “What do you mean?” I asked, raking in the tiny little small sand box on her desk that was supposed to be very meditative. I just found it dirty. “What do I do here at Hyde Jets?” she asked, using the abbreviated name of our company. “I don’t really know. I think you work in alternative fuels or something like that,” I said, still raking away. “Exactly, my good friend – who NEVER asks me about my job,” she said, giving me a ‘Betsy’ stare that made it clear I needed to ask. “Hey Betsy, what are you working on?” I obediently asked, leaving the rake in the sandbox and giving her my full attention. “Why, funny you should ask, there, Marty, my friend. Let me make it very easy to understand. I’m working on a little ray gun that focuses on the vitamins, minerals, and other healthy parts of certain plants and intensifies them when zapped,” she responded, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms like she had just finished a killer rap. “I don’t understand,” I said – completely confused. “I have a gun that I point at a plant and then I shoot a mixture of radioactive, electrical, and many other kinds of wonderful things into it and it grows. It grows a lot. It’s gets stronger, more aggressive to other plants, and is even crazy healthier. See that vine in the corner of my room – the one that’s taken over the bookcase?” “Yeah,” I said, kind of half looking. “It was just a two-leaf shoot this morning,” she answered. This made me look again. A huge Amazonian jungle vine covered her huge bookcase making it almost impossible to see anything on the shelves. The plan reached fom the top shelf to the floor and even bunched up at the bottom in a few layers. The leaves were a dark green – so healthy it almost looked faked – and the stem was thicker than my thumbs put together. I turned from the plant back to my friend – my face in shock. “Yep,” she added, “Little itty-bitty baby plant this morning and now a big fucking daddy of all daddy plants about swallow my office whole.” The look on her face instantly told me what she was thinking. I looked at the plant again. It looked like someone had babied it for years to grow into its present healthy looking size. This had happened from one little zap from a gun Betsy was working on. I turned back to her – suddenly very aware of something. “Hey, I do remember asking you about your job and you told me you were working on alternative plant fuels,” I said – suddenly remembering that I was a good friend and asked questions. “Yeah, that’s true. But on the side, I’ve been working on this,” she said and reached under her desk to bring out a rifle looking clear glassed instrument that looked like something out of the ‘Men in Black’ film franchise. “It’s a little toy I wanted to make for my friend, Martin.” She handed me the thing and I was shocked to find out it was light as a feather. What had looked like glass was some kind of clear plastic and there were tubes throughout the thing with a dark green liquid zooming around and around. It felt like the gun was alive. “Is this thing on?” I asked. “It feels like it, but no. The materials I mix for the super juice are kind of always moving. It has to do with capturing electrons, mashing together specific energies, and a bunch of other stuff that would bore you. The bottom line is – it’s ready to be tested on a human.” “What? No way!” I said, quickly. “I am not letting you shoot this thing at me.” “Not you, doofus!” she said, loudly. “Amir!” Her response excited me instantly. My mind did not have time to filter anything. I glanced at the killer vine on the bookshelf and thought about what this rifle thing could do to the man I loved. I was so intrigued by the idea I almost let all common sense go. Suddenly, I came crashing back to earth. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “How do you know it’s safe to use on humans?” “Cause it’s all organic,” she answered. “There’s nothing in there that humans don’t normally put in their body. It’s just intensified – quite a bit – and cranked up a little by some focused power. It’s harmless to other people, but I’ve built it specifically to react to Amir’s DNA. Thanks for the hair samples you provided.” I was still a little embarrassed I had stolen hair from his brush and taken his toothbrush one day when I had been at his house. Betsy had told me she could do some genealogical testing on the adopted Amir and we could maybe help him find his real parents. That had all been a ruse to just get what she needed to make this gun. This girl was clearly a lot more sneaky thank I knew. “What do you call it?” I asked. “The A Zapper, of course. What else would I call it,” she said, laughing. “So, you need to start bringing your guitar to work.” “I don’t have a guitar,” I answered, kind of not really listening to her. I was too busy looking at the A Zapper. “You do now. I bought you one yesterday and you’ll pick it up at my place, tonight. You need to bring it so often that the guards downstairs will finally just wave you through and not check the bag because they’ve gotten used to you. That’s when you can switch the guitar out for the zapper.” “Who are you?” I asked looking at Betsy with a shocked face. “Some kind of CIA agent?” “Yes,” she said, with so much seriousness I really couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. “Martin, this is going to help you get the man of your dreams and it’s going to actually help me advance my plant serum. I’m not going to let this stuff be used on humans, even if it is harmless. Are you kidding? Our government would have a heyday with this kind of stuff. My findings make it pretty clear that this stuff is not good for human consumption, but that’s all made up. Only a few people in the world know what it can do and I’m the only person that has the formula in my head. Someday, it will die with me. Right now, though, I’d really like my best friend to get something I think he deserves. And at the same time, Amir will get something I think he deserves, too. You know I love Amir. I’d do anything for both of you.” I was a little choked up to hear this and Betsy knew it. She and I had talked way too many times heart to heart about my desire for Amir for her to not fully understand how I truly felt. Her wanting to help me was the greatest gift ever. I looked back at the Zapper to prevent myself from crying. I thought about what it would do to my friend, Amir. “Now listen, Martin. This is a one shot deal. The Zapper isn’t a rapid-fire machine. It’s juice lasts for one long zap. You got to keep with it no matter what when you start. Amir’s going to scream like a baby and you’re going to think he’s dying, but you’ve got to stay strong and keep zapping away. It hurts when bone and muscle is regenerated. It’s also going to be instantaneous. You’re going to have to have your explanation ready to go – no matter what. We don’t know how Amir’s going to react to the changes. Also, get rid of the gun as soon as you’ve zapped the guy. It will self destruct in three minutes. Don’t worry, it’s not going to explode, but it will kind of melt into nothingness. Just don’t have it I your hands or put it on a table you really like. A bathtub would be ideal. Do you understand, Martin?” “Yes, Betsy,” I said, looking right at her. “Thank you very much.” She came out from behind her desk and we hugged. We both knew the gun was going to change many people’s lives. The next day, I started coming to her office on lunch break and playing the guitar. I actually knew how to play, so Betsy wasn’t put off by having to listen to me as she ate. Two weeks later the guards stopped opening the guitar case when I left for the day and when I came in at morning. Betsy said it was time. Amir was coming to my house for dinner that night. We both were ready to put operation ‘Zapping Amir’ into action. I was nervous as hell when I was leaving my office that day. I usually left with Betsy, so she thought it was important we not change a thing – even though I could tell she was as nervous as I was and I think wanted to stay in her office and wait for a text telling her I hade made it safely through. Sweat was dripping down my back as we left the elevator and walked toward the front doors – right by the security desk with the two hefty guards sitting there. As soon as we got to the front doors one of the guards called out, “Hey!” Betsy and I froze like criminals caught in a spotlight. We turned slowly to face the two men. “Don’t we get a ‘have a nice weekend’?” he asked, smiling. Betsy and I never walked past the security station without saying have a great day or have a wonderful night. It was just the kind of people we were. In our urgent desire to escape without being caught with the Zapper we had forgotten our little ritual. We immediately apologized, took a step towards them to show our eagerness to make it up, and then wished them a great weekend. This made the guys smile and they even high-fived each other. A minute later we were sitting by the fountain outside trying to calm down. “So, remember, I’m a scientist. I need you to make mental notes of things while it’s going on. Even try to film it if you can. Don’t stand in the room. That little anteroom with the slanted glass windows will be a good place for you to be when you zap him. Please don’t stop. No matter how much he screams or begs you. He needs the full dose for it to work. And, for heaven’s sake, get rid of the gun as soon as you’re done. You only have three minutes before it destroys itself. Oh, and please call me after the sex to tell me how it was.” “There’s not going to be any sex, Betsy,” I said, looking away. “By my calculations he’s going to be over-the-top horny after the change. He’s going to be looking for an outlet to relieve a lot of built up sexual frustration. No offense, but he’d probably do a horse if it was in the room. I think, however, he’s going to be really, really happy it’s you. He’ll be out like a light after that, though, so you’ll be able to do some real-time reporting on the changes. Oh, good luck my dear Martin. I’m so glad you’re about to have your dreams come true.” And with that, Betsy hugged me again and watched me walk away with my guitar case containing the Zapper. ************** “Um . . . I’m really sorry about the other day, Martin . . . you know . . . when I didn’t stand up for myself in the bookstore. I just don’t like . . . well, it’s more that I’m afraid of . . . you know . . . confrontation.” “Uh huh,” I replied, not really listening to Amir. I was busy getting everything ready. We had finished eating – an entire meal where he had done exactly what he was doing now, apologizing for being such a wimp. It had made me want to zap the guy even more. I had begun to see Amir in a more honest light, now that I knew what he would become. The guy had on a small t-shirt and the sleeves were still swallowing his arms. There wasn’t even the slightest bulge when he moved his arms. His chest didn’t show at all through the material. It was like the front of the guy was as flat as a board. His shoulders sloped down like a wire hanger that has been bent. The word ‘pencil neck’ seemed to have been made up just for him. I had always thought he was just lightly smaller than normal size, but he was a lot less. I knew I wanted Amir to change partly for me – I hoped when he got bigger he might send some affection my way – but I mostly wanted it for him. I wanted him to not enter each day worried sick about being small and weak. I didn’t want him to become some kind of hulking bully, but I did want him to feel like he could stand up for himself – like he could carry himself with a little more pride. I was suddenly back listening to his long ramble. “So, I was thinking I might actually go to a gym,” he said – not really talking with me, more like just putting words out into the air. “Uh huh,” I responded as I pulled out the guitar case and then I handed him an extra large t-shirt. “Put this on.” “Why?” he asked. “I thought we’d do some painting,” I quickly said the first excuse that popped in my head and he accepted it, even though we’d never done something like that before. “Oh, I love doing arts and crafts. This thing is going to swallow me, though,” he said as he changed shirts. “Not for long,” I answered softly, and he just kept on talking – the very non-Amir Harley-Davidson t-shirt did look like a dress on him. “I know you’ve heard me say that about the gym before, but this time I mean it. I mean, I may wait a while because since it’s still near the beginning of the year the gyms are full and I don’t want to be around a lot of other people. You know . . . I’d rather the place be kind of empty.” “Um . . . yeah,” I half-heartedly replied as I pulled out the ray gun. “What’s that?” Amir asked. “A new toy,” I replied. “It looks like a gun. Is it dangerous? I mean you can never be too safe with firearms, Martin.” “That’s true,” I answered as I went to the little anteroom off of my living room as Betsy had instructed. She said it was important for me to be a good distance from Amir to get his entire body in the ray. “What are you doing, Martin. Don’t point that thing at me. You could cause an . . .” Sometimes you just didn’t let doubts or thoughts about consequences get in your way. I was so determined to help my friend, Amir, I just pointed the ray gun at him and pulled the trigger. A green blast of light shot out of the thing and immediately enveloped the guy’s body. It was like any living thing was a magnet for the beam. It surrounded him completely. Amir had turned away from me in fear and had crumpled his body into a squatting ball. As soon as the ray zapped him he began to scream like someone being murdered. I did not waiver at all, though. I remembered what Betsy had told me and I knew his body was going through a very painful transformation. I kept my finger tightly on the trigger of the gun and I held the beam steady on the guy in front of me. Suddenly, the very high-pitched screams of small Amir sank about three octaves lower and went from what sounded like a wounded animal to something akin to a gorilla in heat. The room was now filled with this deep growl that clearly spoke of pleasure, not pain. In the middle of the neon green light I could now see that Amir was standing up with his arms flexed at his sides. The t-shirt that had swallowed him earlier was now tight across his back and massive arms filled the sleeves. The damn zapper was working. I had a huge room-length mirror on the wall across from us and I could see Amir clearly in its reflection. The guy was looking at himself, too, and smiling like he was now being filled with much pleasure. I was suddenly shocked to see that his once baby’s butt-smooth face was covered in some definite he-man thick fur. Suddenly the zapper quit zapping and I realized my friend was no longer grunting loudly. “Fuuuuck, Martin. Look at me. I’m huge,” Amir said in a gruff gravely voice that made my balls tighten. “God, I can feel the power surging through my body. My arms are enormous. Look at my bulging shoulders. I have a beard! I have a face full of dark hair. Look at that, I can bounce my pecs – damn, I have pecs that I can bounce! I gotta flex. I’m just too big not to flex. Gotta see these huge things pumped to the max. Oh fuck, look at how my arm swells. Look at my fucking triceps! Those mounds of beef almost hang to the floor! Yeah, gotta flex ‘em tighter. Look at that gun swell, Martin. Let’s get a closer look. Let’s get this sleeve out of the way. Oh my fucking god, look at that sweet fucking split peak. Look at my arm, Martin. It’s the arm of a muscle god. Look at how that thing explodes with power!” I had now moved back into the room after dropping the zapper in a waiting bin I had bought for when it self-destructed. There was not an ounce of dweebness left on my friend. He was incredible. His arm ballooned into a multi-layered muscle thickness that showed he was now this lean hulk of a man. His deep voice, alone, was making me shoot hard, but the vision of all his new muscled hugeness was just mind-blowing. The guy was flexing his huge arm over and over, marveling at how the thing bulged to unbelievable heights. I still couldn’t fathom how the double extra large Harley-Davidson t-shirt now looked hot-as-hell stretched to the max across his new body. And the full lumberjack beard made the guy orgasm-ready handsome in a way I could have never predicted. “Look at how that thing bulges, Martin,” Amir continued – still clearly getting off on his improved body. “My arm is bigger than your head, dude. Look how powerful the thing looks. Let’s test these muther’s out.” Amir dropped his arms and stepped in front of me. He didn’t stop for a moment. He simply grabbed me at the waist and lifted my entire body into the air – no warm up and no hesitation. I went soaring upward, clearly as light as a feather to the new arms of Amir. “Oh hell yeah, dude! Lifting you into the air is no problem for my huge guns. Damn, I wish the ceiling were higher so I could toss you high and catch you. You weigh nothing, Martin. You’re so small!” Amir boomed with childlike enthusiasm as he easily hoisted me up and down in the air. “You feel like a baby in my big hands. A sweet man-baby who has given me the best gift ever. A fucking hot man that needs to be thanked.” My body was lowered until I my face was even with the gorgeous man. My feet were still not touching the ground. Amir brought my body into his and I instantly felt hardness hitting me everywhere. The dude was jacked beyond belief. I let my hands go up to his biceps and I nearly came on the spot when I felt the split peaks which were insanely thick and hard as concrete. Amir then kissed me roughly – an outward sign of the new confidence coursing through his body. I was thrust into muscle heaven – a place I had a feeling I would come to know very well. This new attitude in my friend seemed to seep out of every pore. He spoke out the corner of his mouth as we kissed, as if to confirm what I felt pulsing from his body. “I hope you’re ready for a plowing, Martin,” Amir said, confidence oozing out of him. “Cause I’m about to make you feel like an entire army has had their way with you. What about it, you want to feel my muscles as I fill you with a specific huge muscle down below?” “Oh yes, my huge muscled stud,” I said – still marveling at the words I had chosen to call my friend.
  23. Jeremy91

    The Grower

    I’ve been working on a growth story and having fun with it. Ive got the overall story arch in my head and am putting it together slowly. Its going to have elements of growth, jealouat, competitions, and maybe many other elements. This story is intended for those 18+ or whatever the legal age is for your area. Anyone not fitting this category should cease reading. - Part I - My holiday break generally revolves around me eating too much, staying up late on the internet, and a lot of “me time.” It’s a great time to break from college for an introvert and recharge my social battery back at my parents house. As fate would have it this year’s break was going to be even better. My parents decided to part from the norm and take a tropical vacation to escape the cold confines of our small, northern-eastern town. The only downside is that my older brother was going to be at home with me. Well, that’s if he ever stays at home and isn’t running around and staying at some girl’s house overnight only to come home and sleep off his hangover the next morning. He’s popular; tall, dark, and handsome; and built like a bodybuilder. How we’re related is a mystery to me. He’s only a year older than me too and up until about 13 we were pretty much the same build and height. But he quickly began to grow and pack on more muscle. Now at 19, he’s a brick house. Standing at 6’6” he sometimes has trouble with doorways and not just in height. His wide shoulders are mere inches from hitting the doorframe sides as he squeezes through. I on the other hand am 5’8” and only 125 lbs. Anyways, enough about him. Everyone always talks about him too much. So, I’m sitting in my room playing Super Mario Party with my favorite NPCs when my best friend Jay texts me that he’s in town for the break visiting his family. I invite him over as I realize how sad I look playing against a bunch of computer characters. I try cleaning up my sty of a room and head to the kitchen to get some junk food. My brother is standing in front of the fridge chugging a gallon of whole milk. “How’s it going Blake?” I casually say. It’s not that we’re distant or dislike each other. We don’t have much in common is all. He’s not a jock per se but enjoys spending time in the gym and hanging out with his wife social circle. I on the other hand would rather be alone or with my online friends. “What’s up Josh?” He says back to me as he wipes the stream of milk from his chin. “Still playing that game?” “Yeah. And Jay is coming over soon. Can you at least put on some shorts or sweatpants. No one else needs to see all that.” I smile. “Oh fuck.” Says Blake. “You know how it is. No point in putting on clothes when mom and dad are away.” He smirks innocently. Of course I don’t know how he feels. It’s not exactly like I’m as gifted as he is down there or in general. And on top of that I think I’m a late bloomer as I don’t really find girls attractive. “Haha. Yeah. I know.” I say trying to empathize. “But do it for me please.” “Ah. Ok. If you insist I’ll get decent.” He says as he absentmindedly grabs his junk.
  24. AdonisObsessed

    NFL Ready

    NFL Ready If you had called Trevor the largest college football player in the world I wouldn’t have doubted you for a second. I lived with the dude, and I saw his enormous pecs squeeze into tights shirts on the daily. Mostly he had stopped bothering wearing sleeves now, his big biceps always on full display, the musk emanating from his pits always present when he walked into the room. As his roommate I had plenty of time each morning to trace his voluminous diamond shaped calves with my eyes before he woke up. His legs always hung out of the 6’5 feet bed, the dorm housing unable to house someone as tall and as wide as Trevor. And his quads weren’t the only thing that was extraordinary girthy, going by his a variety of other bulges in his nether regions. He was truly a giant among men, and each morning that I saw him I briefly considered if I hadn’t gone too far. I mean, sure, Trevor had confided me that he had wanted nothing more than to go profesional with his football aspirations a few months ago, back when he had just been an below average looking jock. He’d also confided in me his fear of not quite being big enough to ever play in the superbowl, he had still been the smallest guy on the team, despite his hard efforts. So I had decided to help him out a bit, you know, bend reality a lil’, nothing too major. I might have gotten a little… Addicted however, seeing his frame fill more and more with size. At first I had just wanted to average him out with the team a little. Give him a little step up maybe, enhance his DNA for muscle growth. Living with him, seeing him grow manlier and thicker with muscle right in front of my eyes… I got carried away. And it wasn’t long before he was the biggest guy on the team, and in the state. I wanted more lots more, and I got that, to an extent. But reality only bends to affected persons desires. And Trevor just wanted to be a regular old muscle behemoth, instead of a giant. Might have something to do with the weight limits the NFL imposes. I suppose keeping quarterbacks under 300 pounds of beef helps prevents injuries, but fuck if it wasn’t stifling my plans for Trevor. Whenever I brought the subject of him growing even more massive up he’d always dismiss it. “I’m big enough.” His deep earthquake causing voice would rumble. His massive chest heaving and flexing with his every breath. “Fuckin’ NFL ready man, gonna get recruited the moment I walk out of campus.” I’d always bite my lips to hide my disappointment. You can change reality so that he’s always been a nearly seven feet tall muscle stud, but you can’t change someone's dreams I guess. Or someone’s orientation I’d discover, when he brought back another bimbo to choke on his gigantic baby maker. At least I had made him so horny he’d spend most of the night jerking off his massive manhood, I got plenty of time to ogle his gigantic meaty log while he drained his bull sized balls. It took me a while but I managed to move on from my infatuation with Trevor’s body. Because that was just it, I had been attracted and obsessed with the massive frame I had given him. The shyness in a once small jock that had at one point made him cute had been erased when I had given him the testerone levels of a few bodybuilders combined. So why would I even still pay attention to the guy who wouldn’t want to grow above ‘NFL Ready’ levels? I could change anyone with a snap of the fingers… Anyone. As I looked at my own boyish face in the mirror, atop a scrawny body, I thought I knew just where to start.
  25. Machiavellian

    Resolutions

    “What is this again?” I asked as we pulled back the colorful curtains shrouding the door. “It’s a Resolution booth. Or some kind of psychic. Or something… I don’t really know, but everyone here is doing it and it looks like fun.” Jake flipped his 2019-shaped glasses up on his head and brushed some confetti off of his beefy bare torso. The New Year just rang in, and everyone at the party was lining up to start their resolutions early. We weren’t at a shirtless-themed party, but Jake had a tendency of ripping off whatever was covering his shredded 220 lb. frame after a few drinks. Walking into the dark, candle-lit room was a staggering contrast from the glittery disco lights and loud music from behind us. Inside, couples and friends were huddled around little round tables, quietly laughing and scribbling notes on small sheets of paper. A sign on the wall hung above a cubby station with stacks of blank sheets and pencils, saying: RESOLUTION BOOTH: WRITE DOWN THREE RESOLUTIONS, FOLD THE PAPER TWICE, AND SEE MME. RÊVE BEFORE YOU LEAVE KEEP YOUR RESOLUTIONS SECRET! Not wasting a moment, maybe still a little buzzed, Jake ran forward like an excited schoolkid and grabbed a handful of supplies. “This is perfect man,” he said smiling, heading towards an empty writing table. “It’s not a New Year unless you make commitments to make yourself better. What are your resolutions going to be this year?” I rolled my eyes, taking a pencil from him. “The sign literally says to keep your resolutions secret. And it doesn’t really matter—everyone forgets about these things before February anyway.” Jake shook his head. “Not me man. I’m committing this year. I’m going to cut down on the booze and really get to work on finishing my 8-pack.” Jake started eagerly scribbling stuff down right away. Looking down at my own paper though, it looked so white and empty. How do people like Jake come up with these things so easily? I didn’t even know where to begin. All things considered, I was pretty happy with Jake as my stereotypical jockey roommate, and I actually had a pretty wholesome, productive year. Still drawing a blank, I began to wonder, no one but me will ever actually see this, right? This whole thing is a bit of a joke, so why write down anything serious? Why not shoot for the moon? Or the dark side of the moon? Smirking a little, I quickly jotted three quick bullet points down. I will eat, lift, and grow nonstop, packing on more muscle and growing bigger every single day. I will have mindblowing sex with my roommate over and over, growing more fucking virile and horny for him each time. I will be an unrecognizable, insatiable muscle fuck-beast by the end of this year. “Let me see it!” Jake said suddenly, making a lunging swipe for my paper. Totally caught off-guard, my heart lunged in my chest as he pushed his naked torso up against me, trying to grab it from my hand. Fuck he was so strong too—wrestling with him was like trying to fend off a massive, roided out animal. ‘Oh God, he can never NEVER see this,’ my mind screamed. He was clearly still a little inebriated though, and after struggling with him for a few seconds he quickly tripped over his own weight and knocked over the table. The papers fluttered through the air as a few people gasped. Not taking any chances, I swiped the paper from the carpet before Jake even realized he was on the ground. “Haha, nice try Jake. My resolutions are sealed for the year,” I said, putting it out of his reach and folding the paper. Jake was a big guy, but being religious gym partners with him, I was almost neck-to-neck with his own mass and could fend him off well enough when he was tipsy enough. “Mmmmfff…” he grunted, grinning as he hauled himself up. “Well, I guess I’ll get you next year. Those gains in the gym have been paying off for you.” Looking around the ground for a minute, he found his own paper and folded it as well. “Last step is to get these christened, right? Ready to go?” Still clutching my own resolutions tightly, we walked towards the back room, where a lady in her thirties decked out in in a 1920’s style flapper dress was waiting for us at a table. Really odd for a professional psychic, but then again, we were at a New Year’s party. “What was all that commotion about?” Mme. Reve snapped in a hard-Brooklyn accent, looking extremely peeved. "Did you break my table out there?” “Errr… really sorry Miss! The table is fine. Just trying to kick of the new year with a fun start!” Jake laughed. She leered at us for a moment before finally saying, “Well, I have about 40 more of you morons to get through before the night is up, so let’s speed this along. Hold up your resolutions.” I held up my sheet of paper in front of me as Jake did the same. “Now then,” she said, “Focus on your paper. Look straight into the white of the page and feel the intention behind it. Feel the warmth of it in your hand. Bind yourself to its will, and it will happen.” I never believe in silly things like this, but for a moment, I really did feel tied to that little white sheet in front of me—like it was almost growing warmer and warmer in my hand. Heavier, almost. The longer I looked, the harder it was to look away. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jake right beside me, his chest slumped and jaw hanging dumbly ajar. Without warning, she grabbed the resolution out of our hands. It happened so quickly, it felt like being slapped awake from a soft dream. I had to blink a few times. Running her hands the resolutions, she slipped a small round sticker over each crease. “These are sealed for the rest of the year,” she ordered. “Put them in a place where you won’t lose them, and open them up again next New Year’s Eve to see how far you’ve come. If you’re happy with the results then, my card is at the front if you want to pay me back.” Slowly rousing up, Jake said, “Uhh, wow. Thank you very much Miss.” Smiling in return, she said, “Sure. Now get the fuck out of here.” The burning daylight slipping through my bedroom curtains slowly stirred awake. Grunting, I rolled over and checked my phone. 11 AM on January 1—the next day. Glancing over, I noticed the crisp resolution note sitting on my bedside table where I left it. I’m not sure why I didn’t throw it right away, but there was time for that later. Reaching over, I picked up the note, and unwrapped the stickers to re-read what I wrote the night before. Glancing at it though, I realized it wasn’t my note at all. Give up alcohol Make more money Tune my body to be the perfect boyfriend ‘The fuck?’ I wondered. This was Jake’s handwriting. Where was my note? Outside my room, I heard some plates and pots clanging. The waft of cooked bacon and eggs slowly crept into my room as a roar of our blender began to whir. Jumping out of my bed in my boxers, I opened my door and walked into the kitchen area. The entire place, normally pristine, was a complete mess. Our entire carton of 2 dozen eggs were cracked and emptied out, with empty packages of bacon sticking out of the garbage can. Streaks of protein powder and dirty plates covered the counters and our last carton of milk lay empty on its side. Suddenly, I heard a loud slurping coming from the other room. Turning out from the kitchen, I nearly walked straight into Jake’s shirtless back, bulging and throbbing with muscle. Completely unaware of me, he was rabidly chugging down a protein shake straight from the blender, not even pausing for a single breath. He audibly growled like a beast as he mindlessly continued to swallow gulp after gulp, his back muscles heaving in and out with every chug. I had never seen him looked so jacked. Finishing the last dribbles of the shake, he lowered the blender and whipped away a thick stream of drool falling from his mouth. Totally intoxicated with himself, he finally turned around and noticed me standing behind him. “UHH, God look at me…” he said, glancing down at the massive gut jutting out from under him. His trim six pack had given way to a massive solid ball of muscle that looked so firm, you could bounce a dime off of it. I paused. “Holy shit Jake. Are you okay?” Chest lurching, he let out a gigantic burp. “Uggh... fuck. Yeah bro, just so fucking HUNGRY. Want to go to the gym?”
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