Names Will Never Hurt Me

Names Will Never Hurt Me

Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.

You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me? 

You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.

You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass. 

You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.

You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.

Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is. 

What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.

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The Great Shift - College Bully

As promised, here is the 1,500 Follower story based on the suggestion from  @musclegrowthexpert​. I might do another one of these at the next 500 followers milestone, so look out for that!

I hope you all like the story!

CAIN

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No, no, no! There’s no way! This can’t be happening!

I was in a panic. I was certain Justin was going to beat me up as soon as he found me… Pretty much like he always does. God, what a dang prick, always picking on little guys like me, treating us like dirt just because we can’t get all massive like him! It’s not fair!

So for years I’d dreamed and wished I could be bigger. I was just your typical short and skinny little Asian nerd. I could run like the wind, from years of running away from bullies, but other than that, I didn’t really have anything going for me athletically. All through grade school and high school, and now even in college, I had nothing but these meathead jocks treating me and other nerds on campus like trash.

And as messed up as it sounded, I couldn’t help but go to my dorm ever night, and jerk my tool until I blew a load into some tissue just thinking about how awesome it would be to be huge like those guys, to no longer have to worry about them pushing me around anymore, and maybe even earn their respect… Or maybe even their affection?

But when I found myself in the campus gym locker room suddenly that afternoon, completely disoriented and bewildered at how I went from the chemistry lab to the locker room a half a mile away in the blink of an eye. At first, I didn’t even have a clue anything had changed, until I realized I was standing shirtless in some tight trendy underwear and apparently in the process of pulling some designer jeans up my thick muscular legs with veins clearly bulging out. That was my first clue something wasn’t right. Second clue was my different skin tone, slightly more pale, and unmistakably White. But as I ventured to look upon my chest, all massive with muscles I never dreamed I could achieve, I saw the tattoo along the right side of my torso…

“Oh man…” I said, under my breath, as I knew then that I was somehow in Justin Monroe’s body now. I knew, just knew, somehow he would blame me for this, even though I had absolutely nothing to do with this outcome. Yeah, I often jerked my rod thinking about him, wishing I had his body, thinking about his heavy stench and body odor every time he held me down to pummel me for not getting out of his way fast enough. OK, I’ll admit it, it’s pretty screwed up to have fantasies about your bully like that, but I don’t know what it was about him, it was like the more he abused me the more it turned me on… Heck, I couldn’t even shoot a load anymore without picturing him torturing me in some way. Yeah, like I said, it’s pretty messed up.

And now, here I was, in his actual body, apparently right after a workout because I could definitely smell the musk from his pits and feel the sweat drenching his body and underwear. Oh shit, I’m already getting hard just thinking about Justin again… I mean, thinking about me? Damn, this is kinda messed up. I reached into the underwear and adjusted my cock… Huh, that feels kinda fuckin nice man, and he was uncut too, that’s pretty fucking sweet, don’t hardly see uncut White dudes around here. Fuck it, what if I just jack off my huge fucking dick right here in the middle of the locker room, who’s gonna fuckin stop me?

…Wait… No, I can’t do that… Oh no, I can feel like something’s going on with me, going on with my head! I gotta fight this shit… I mean, I need to resist this stuff; I need to hold on to my intelligence and not give in. I need to keep it together so that I can stand up to Justin when he inevitably comes around to fight me.

… Nah, fuck that shit… I’m the big dog now, right? I mean, look at this bod, these fucking huge arms and tree trunk legs.

“Fuck yeah!” I growl to my reflection in the mirror as I flex for myself, my dick hard as fuck now straining against these orange CKs I got on. “I’m the mother fucking shit!” I tell myself with a sneer.

I drop my tight ass undies to get a good look at my new fuck stick, it kinda bobs there all hard and shit, sticking straight out and even leaking a little. I reach down and stroke it, right there, cuz fuck it, why the fuck not? Hell, watching a hot ass motherfucker like me jerk his huge fucking cock is a mother fucking privilege!

Fuck, and let’s be honest, I even got a bigger fuckin dick than that little boy does now. He comes round here, and I’ll fucking put him in his mother fucking place, that’s for damned sure! Actually, why the fuck was I so scared of him in the first place. I AM mother fucking Justin Monroe now, and he’s just skinny nerdy little Joey Chen – and he’s about to learn his new role around here.

Yeah, I think it’s time for some mother fucking payback, right? Maybe I’ll put this huge dick away for now, but hey, don’t worry, I plan to blow a massive load after I beat that little bitch’s ass, maybe shoot my huge fucking wad all over his dweeby ass face. Damn, I’m already getting all fucking turned on thinking about the fear in his eyes and all his pent up lust at my awesome fucking body. Yeah, I’m gonna track that punk ass bitch down and shove his head into my ripe fucking pits, and since I know he’s going to fucking love it, I’ll fucking torture his tiny little Asian ass until he splooges in his skinny jeans and ends up embarrassing the fuck out of himself.

Oh yeah, this mother fucking shit is gonna be so fucking sweet! Yeah, I fucking deserve this body after all the shit I’ve put up with all my life, and I will fucking beat that little dweeb every chance I get just to let him know who’s in charge now. And besides, he fucking loves being treated like crap – I should know…

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No Pain, No Gain

“Arggh!” Brett grunted as the pain coursed through his body. A pain so intense, every fibre of his being felt like it was being burned from the inside out. But with every second of torture that passed, his body seemed to swell bigger with layer after layer of powerful muscle. Brett’s face contorted into a twisted grimace as wave after wave pulsed through his increasingly bulky frame. Beneath the excruciating pain, something else grew. The feeling of growing from the inside out was strange and foreign, but also intoxicating and addictive. Suddenly as if an invisible switch had been flicked, the pain vanished. Brett’s attention snapped back to the deserted gym. His pecs heaved as he fought to take control of his breathing, their swollen size beginning to fight against his singlet. “Why did you stop?” Brett panted as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Nick fidgeted nervously. Sensing his hesitation, Brett pushed once more with more than a hint of malice in his voice “I said, why did you stop faggot?”. Nick shuffled in his seat. “You looked like you were being tortured” Nick stuttered, staring up at the colossal teen. “Torture?” Brett laughed as he took a few menacing steps towards Nick, “that wasn’t torture - torture is what I’ll do to you if you don’t do what I fucking say”. Nick swallowed. His palms were so sweaty he was struggling to hold the phone in his hands. “Brett, I can’t - you’re already the biggest guy in our year” the smaller man panted, his eyes looking anywhere except Brett’s piercing glare, “Anything more would be unnatural”. Brett smiled to himself. It was true. Nick’s little toy had turned him from being an ordinary senior to a seasoned gym rat. He’d grown so much in such a short amount of time that he had easily surpassed the upgrade that Nick had given his own nerdy frame. Brett decided to change tact. “Come here,” Brett said, his voice deep and commanding.

Nick leapt to his feet and shuffled over to his bully. Brett looked down at the former nerd. He’d been so confused when Nick had turned up at school after the summer break with the body of a fitness influencer. But even with his lean muscular frame, Nick was still an anxious beta at heart, and it had proved trivial to get him to admit the secret to his growth. 

Brett looked directly down into Nick’s eyes as he began to run his meaty hands over his swollen muscles. Brett made a show of running his thick digits running over each and every groove and bulge. Nick observed the larger man's movements closely. “Fuck it feels so good being this big” Brett said as he palmed his swollen pecs, “You like me big don’t you?”. “Queers like you can’t get enough of this size” Brett scoffed as he lifted one of his arms into a powerful bicep flex, “Imagine how hot it’d be if I was even bigger”. Nick’s senses were instantly assaulted by a powerful stench wafting from Nick’s armpit that made his eyes water. 

Brett sniggered when he noticed Nick’s rock-hard erection tenting in his shorts. “That’s what I thought” Brett cooed, before dropping his voice to a twisted snarl, “Now make me a god!”. Obeying like a puppy, Nick pulled up the Chronivac in his hands and slid the growth slider further to the right. 

Instantly Brett doubled over in pain as his muscles began to twitch and spasm as the growth began once again.  Nick grimaced at the sight of Brett’s muscles rippling unnaturally beneath his skin. Sickening cracks began to fill the air as the bones that made up Brett’s frame began to stretch and extend, providing an even larger canvas for muscle to expand and grow. This was all too much for Nick. He turned his back on the frightening display, wishing for it all to end.  “MORE!” Brett roared, his voice booming throughout the gym. Shakily, Nick slid the growth slider all the way to the right, trying to ignore the ever-deepening grunts of pain behind him. He hoped he wasn’t creating a monster.

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The Last Kiss

Sorry for the lack of content - I've been super busy at work. Hopefully this makes up for it - betweenthelinesmtf

“Oh Luke, I love it!”, Stacey said as she pressed her slender body into Luke’s hulking torso. “Thought you might,” Luke chuckled in his sultry deep baritone, as he held her close with one of his colossal arms. The moment was perfect. Surrounded by twenty-somethings in the hottest shape of their lives, welcoming the new year as the sun set on our private yacht. Luke easily picked Stacey up in his huge meaty hands and lifted her by her perky ass so her groin straddled the bulge in his shorts. “Happy New Year Stud,” Stacey whispered as she draped her hands around Luke’s thick neck. “Happy New Year Babe,” Luke said as he gazed into his girlfriend’s eyes. As the clock struck midnight and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Little did they know that was the last time their lips would touch.

Luke sat on the side of the pool as he rested for a moment. He loved swimming lengths as a way to get some low-resistance cardio in on days he had gone heavy in the gym. And all those long hours in the gym were clearly paying dividends based on his hulking physique. He bounced his giant pecs a few times, marvelling at the way the last residue of pool water dripped over his protruding muscle shelf before snaking down the grooves of his abs. He traced each of his deep cum gutters with his thick calloused fingers, the movement causing the swollen muscles of his arms to flex and ripple. The whole display was getting Luke a bit hot under the collar. His hands made their way down to his crotch where he gently squeezed his swelling member, its semi-hard form snaking down his expansive quad. “Down boy,” Luke said playfully as he snapped the elastic on his shorts back into place.

Luke hauled his huge figure to his feet and began to walk away from the pool. His huge size 14s thudded with each meaty step, the imprint of his thick member clearly visible through his shorts as it slapped against his quad. He loved all the lustful looks he got from men and women alike. The coy ones snuck a few sideways glances at the hulking man as he walked past, casually adjusting their towels to hide their growing boners. The more overt ones cat-called him or even pulled out their phones to snap pictures for later. Luke played to the crowd by casually bouncing his pecs or subtly tensing his biceps.

Luke made his way over to his deck chair where another large male was bathing in the sun. “Hey man, how was the swim?” Max asked as he hauled his muscular form up off the lounger. Max was another giant of a man that clearly spent hours in the gym packing on serious size. Max was about the same size as Luke, but his mass had a bulky, strong look to it, rather than the ripped adonis perfection that was Luke’s physique. Luke collapsed into the second lounger, the metal frame groaning under his weight. “The swim was great, it was just what I needed after this morning's gym sesh,” Luke said as he tucked his arms behind his head. Using his swollen bicep as a pillow, he closed his eyes to relax.

“YOU BASTARD”. Luke's eyes darted open to see Stacey stomping across the pool area towards him. She had clearly seen better days. Her make-up was running, and she had clearly been drinking. “You have the nerve to show your face around here!” she yelled as she stood over Luke’s relaxed form. Luke sighed to himself. He swung his heavy legs over the side of the chair and drew himself to his full imposing height. At 6 foot 6, he towered over Stacey, his hulking form eclipsing her own petite one. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and lust, as Luke’s familiar potent scent filled her nostrils. At that moment, she melted, all anger in her voice disappearing. “Come back to me baby,” she said as she placed one hand on Luke’s chest, her fingers exploring the sheer expanse of his solid pecs, “We used to be so good together”. She slowly slipped her other hand into the front of Luke's swim trunks. “We could be that way again, the power couple that everyone was envious of,” Stacey moaned as she fondled Luke’s thick member, remembering all the things his fuck stick used to do to her.

Luke snickered. He craned his neck down and whispered in Stacey’s ear. “You were always such a slut weren’t you,” he said and he gently pulled her hands off his body, “but I told you we’re through”. Stacey’s eye’s welled up with tears and she took a few shaky steps away from the hulking Luke. “I mean it’s just simple, you can’t satisfy me anymore,” Luke said. Luke gently turned to Max who had appeared at his side, “Not like he can”. With that Luke grabbed Max and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss.

Luke grabbed the cheeks of Max’s perky muscle butt as he pulled his torso against his. Stacey burst into tears and ran away from the couple. Max’s hand grabbed at Luke’s bulge, causing Luke to break off the embrace. “Down boy”, Luke purred, “we don’t want to make another scene in public”. Max pouted at his adonis. “Tell you what, go up to the room and get ready and I’ll meet you there in a bit”. Luke smiled to himself as Max practically sprinted from the pool towards the hotel. Seeing the effect he had on people was a huge turn-on.

Luke chucked on his slides and took a short walk away from the hotel to the student district. Entering one of the dorms, he got numerous stares from the student body. One of the braver jocks even asked him how much he could bench. “More than you ever could pal,” Luke shot as he shouldered past the smaller jock.

Luke stopped in front of a secluded room on the fourth floor. He paused for a moment. He loved that he was easily broader than the doorway. He reached up to the top of the door and grabbed the spare key before letting himself into the room, entering sideways to make room for his broad wide shoulders.

The room was dimly lit with the only light source being the cracks in the blinds. His nostrils were immediately hit with the potent smell of sex and cum. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the features of a dishevelled dorm room. “Come on out little mouse,” Luke growled, “I don’t have time to lay hide and seek again”. A slender figure stepped forward out of the shadows, eyes red and puffy from many sleepless nights. As he stepped into the light, Luke saw a boy of about 19 or 20, with soft, baby-faced features. His slim body had a small amount of lean muscle on it, but it was that slender bulk that skinny guys got when they tried to work out. Luke towered over the other occupant of the room. It was hard to believe they were practically the same age. Luke, a paragon of athleticism and virality, and this small little mouse.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” the smaller man asked, his voice shaking, “isn’t it enough that you took everything from me?”. “Ohh I think you know why” Luke replied as he took another step towards the smaller man. “If you haven’t come back to give me my body back, you’ll need to leave,” the smaller man said, tears in his eyes.

Charlie smiled to himself. The last few days had been incredible, there was no way he was giving up Luke’s body. Not being comfortable enough to come out to his college peers, Charlie had spent New Year at some dodgy gay bar on the other side of town. He mostly sat alone in the corner, watching the other revellers party the night away. But as the clock struck midnight, a massive bear of a man drunkenly pulled him onto the dancefloor and planted a sloppy kiss on his lips. Charlie closed his eyes, embracing the moment of his first kiss when suddenly he felt the world shift. The rugged lips of the bear morphed into lips that were more slender and soft. Charlie opened his eyes in fright to find himself making out with a brunette supermodel on a yacht in the middle of the harbour.

It had only been a few days since New Year but Charlie was already so at home in his new body. The feeling of suddenly being over a foot taller and 100 pounds of muscle heavier was intoxicating. All the new and unfamiliar sensations that smaller men would take for granted. The way his pecs bounced at the slightest movement. The feeling of innate strength inside his powerful muscles, like a compressed spring being ready to explode at any moment. The feeling of simply taking up more space.

Feeling the rush of power through his veins, Charlie felt compelled to flex. He brought his thick, vein-covered forearms up to his side as his biceps swelled. This power. This strength. It was all his. His attention was drawn to a tickling sensation on his abs. Charlie looked down to find Luke licking the salt sweat off the groves of his ripped core. Luke looked up at him with wide eyes. “Please give me my body back, I’ll do anything,” the former jock begged as he kneaded at Charlie's quads. Charlie laughed, “Ohh I’m counting on it”.

Charlie reached into his gym shorts and squeezed his bull nuts, sending jolts of pain and pleasure across his body. The insane amount of testosterone these puppies produced each day was more than his former body did in a month. Not only did they power this body's insane physique, but they also fuelled his animalistic sex drive. Charlie had such a huge amount of hormones coursing through his veins that not even the marathon fuck sessions with Max could fully satisfy his lust.

With one meaty hand, Charlie freed his hefty member from his shorts and palmed its weight. Even in its semi-flaccid state, it was at least 8 inches long and thicker than many men were hard. Luke’s eyes went wide. He’d never appreciated the sheer size of his member when it was his. He slowly lent forward and began to gently kiss the length of the shaft. Blood began to rush to Charlie’s groin until his cock was the full mast, just over 12 inches long and as thick as a beer can. Charlie reached down and pulled back his foreskin. An overwhelming smell of hormones and cum filled the room as his huge mushroom head was exposed to the air.

Luke stared at the imposing fuck stick. He told himself he wasn’t gay, but he had some small scrap of hope that if he did what Charlie wanted, he’d give him his body back. Luke gingerly licked the oozing tip of cock in front of him. He was rewarded with the salty-sweet taste of pre. The taste of a real man. He slowly lowered his mouth over the mushroom head, his mouth stretching to try and fit all of it in. Charlie threw his head back in ecstasy as Luke’s tongue danced along the tip of his cock. Who knew his former body’s mouth would make for such a good cock sucker. Luke finally managed to take the whole head and a few inches of the shaft before beginning to jack his head forward and backward. He knew what his body liked. It was all too much for Charlie. His animalistic sex drive took over and he grabbed Luke by the back of the head and forced him further down his fuck stick. Luke choked and spluttered as Charlie began to roughly face fuck the back of his throat.

As his eyes filled with tears from the pummeling his mouth was receiving, Luke looked up at the adonis above him. Seeing the raw animalistic power on display fueled the submissive fire inside of him, and one of his little hands reached out to fondle one of the huge testicles in front of him. The swollen orb pulsed with power in his hand. Luke’s other hand slipped into his shorts and began to furiously jack off his tiny dick.

Between trusts, Charlie saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. “The fuck!” he roared as he pulled his cock out of Luke’s mouth and hoisted him into the air. “This is for my pleasure, not yours you little runt” Charlie roared, fury in his eyes, “You’re nothing but a hole for my pleasure, and you will only cum when I allow it”. Even in his fury, Charlie’s body was a sight to behold. His prominent muscles were glistening with sweat as they easily held his pathetic body off the ground while his rock-hard foot-long cock glistened with saliva, its vast length pulsing with thick veins.

Luke was trembling at the beast’s display of strength in front of him. Charlie smirked as he saw what remained of the former alpha jock. His face twisted into a wicked smile. “I forgot to thank you for building all this for me,” he said as he held Luke in one hand while gesturing to his body with the other. Charlie slammed Luke roughly onto a nearby table and tore off Luke’s shorts. Luke’s eyes went wide when he realised what was happening, and he hastily parted his legs, offering his hole up to the alpha above him. Charlie smiled at the willing display of submission as he lined up his throbbing cock with Luke’s perky ass.

Both men moaned as Charlie’s huge mushroom head forced its way into Luke’s waiting hole. Pressure began to build as Charlie pushed inch after inch of his fuck stick inside Luke. After taking 6 inches, Luke was wailing at the top of his lungs “Please, no more”. Luke sniggered to himself as he pushed another half-inch of himself into his former body. Luke moaned with utter pleasure as his vision flashed white. He clawed at the table as his body rocked with pleasure.

Charlie paused. 6 inches of his cock was still out, but it was enough to get the job done. In time he’d be able to condition Luke to take his full fuck stick just like Max could. Charlie began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Luke. Luke began to wail as the waves of pleasure escalated to become more intense. He began to move his hips in time with Charlie’s powerful thrusts. Due to the sheer pressure on his dick, it wasn’t long until Charlie climaxed. Cum spewed out of Luke’s ravaged hole as Charlie withdrew his cock, a few stray volleys pumping over Luke’s slender torso and face.

Luke lay on the table, still moaning as his body processed the waves of pleasure washing over him. Charlie pulled up his shorts and turned to leave. “I should bring Max next time,” he said as he made his way to the door. “I owe him everything you know, he was the one who made the wish for you to be his boyfriend after all”, Charlie said as he slid on his slides, “lucky for me, you were straight so the universe put me in the driver seat”. Charlie placed his hand on the door handle before pausing. “Ohh and you can cum now,” Charlie said as he opened the door and walked into the hall. As he shut the door, he heard Luke let out a high-pitched moan as his tiny prick shot his load into the air.

Charlie rearranged his still-hard junk in his pants before making his way down the hall to the exit. After that nice warm-up, he was ready to give his boyfriend the fucking he deserved.

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A new hobby

My roommate needs a new hobby. Football, weightlifting, hell even soccer would be better than all that nerdy shit that Oliver does. Instead his days are filled with nerd shit - video Games, anime, Dungeons and Dragons, the whole nine yards. It’s like he has ‘virgin’ tattooed on his fat ugly forehead or something.

So when I came home to find him painting figurines I wasn’t at all surprised. “Fuck man, you gotta stop with that nerd shit or you’ll never get a girl,” I told him. Ignoring my jests, he continued with his work, picking up a small unpainted figurine. It was a muscular barbarian carrying a huge battle axe. He dipped his brush into his paint pot and began to painstakingly paint the warrior's facial features. He worked long into the night, until he fell asleep in his gaming chair, the paintbrush falling from his pudgy fingers.

I came home the next day to find Oliver painting at his desk again. I sighed to myself. Oliver was one handsome man with his strong clean-shaven jaw and dimpled chin. He’d easily be the hottest guy on campus if it wasn’t for his short pudgy body. “Dude, you really should let me take you to the gym. Chicks would be throwing themselves at you if you put on a bit of muscle and shifted that gut of yours”. “I’m fine thanks roomie,” he said, flicking me a dazzling smile before he went back to his painting. Oliver squinted impossibly blue eyes so he could concentrate on the fine details he was painting onto his mini figure’s torso.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of grunting coming from the living room. I stumbled down the hall to find Oliver doing push-ups in nothing but his boxers while some anime soundtrack blurred out of his headphones. He spied me standing sleepily in the doorway and pushed himself up off the floor, the action causing his huge pecs to bounce slightly. “Sorry to wake you up roomie,” he said as he stretched his swollen muscles, “I was trying to get in a quick warm-up before going to the gym”. I was pretty proud of the physique I had built after years of football throughout high school and college, but Oliver made me look like a little boy. 

He had a good 5 inches of height on me, meaning my eyes were more in line with his heavy set of pecs than his handsome face. The two smooth slabs of muscle jutted out from his chest with an impressive angularity.  His bulky chest combined with his wide lats, boulder shoulders, and skinny waist to form a v taper so steep that even a competition-ready bodybuilder would be envious. His hairless torso allowed all the small striations and veins to be visible beneath his slightly pink skin. His swollen biceps were crisscrossed with a web of veins that led down into his thick forearms. He absentmindedly brushed the sweat off his abs, each of the solid bricks fighting for space in his tight core. 

Where many young men placed too much emphasis on their chests and biceps at the expense of an unbalanced lower body, Oliver’s bottom half was equally as freaky as his top was. Long, thick quads anchored his legs, their impressive size and definition forcing him to adopt a wider, imposing stance. His diamond calves had perfect separation and his bubble but caused men and women alike to turn back for a second look.  All of this was topped off by a huge pair of size 14 feet to stabilise the sheer amount of mass on his colossal frame.

But even with his godly body, there was one area where I still outsized Oliver. My eyes drifted to the flat front of his trunks. No matter how much the rest of his body swelled, he could never grow that tiny prick that he had in his shorts. I felt my own member twitch as I reminded myself that I was superior to this adonis in front of me where it really counted. I’m the top dog.

That evening, Oliver and I made our way to our local student union to meet up with some friends. As usual, despite his colossal size, Oliver was as awkward as ever. I swear that boy is like a puppy dog. He tries way too hard and is so eager to please that he somehow misses all the girls practically throwing themselves at him. He would just shy away and say some lame excuse in a voice several octaves higher than you’d expect from someone of his stature.

We both stumbled home alone that evening, neither of us having managed to score a girl. “I swear to god man, I don’t understand how you can be such a wallflower with a body like that,” I said as we made our way towards our apartment. “I’m just being myself” the big nerd smiled as I half-jogged to keep up with his significantly longer stride. “Sure, you’re nice and all but if you behaved a bit more like an alpha, you could get anyone you wanted,” I said as I broadly gestured to the quiet city around us. Oliver said nothing and looked down at his feet the rest of the way home. 

When we got home, I quickly went and passed out in my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I could just make out the dim light of Oliver’s desk lamp as he picked up his figurine and dipped his paintbrush into the paint once more.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of heavy metal blaring throughout the apartment. As I stumbled into the living room, my nostrils are assaulted by a thick haze of sweat and musk. As my eyes adjust to the light, I could see Oli’s imposing form sitting out on the deck in nothing but his skimpy gym shorts. He must have just gotten back from his first workout of the day because his godly body was extremely pumped and swollen, and the thick fur covering his chest, arms, and legs was dripping wet with sweat.

“Morning roomie” his deep voice rumbled as he painted the last few details on his figurine. He scratched the thick hairs on his chin. I swear, he had so much testosterone coursing through his pencil-thick veins that he could grow a full beard overnight. “Fucking rad,” he said as he admired his work. He placed the figurine down and hauled his massive frame to his feet. 

My eyes were instantly drawn to the mushroom cock head that was snaking down the leg of his shorts as the thin fabric strained against his hairy thigh. As he walked toward me, he reached one of his calloused mitts into his overstuffed boxers and massaged his huge hairy nuts. “I had such a fucking good workout, now I’m feeling horny as fuck” he said, as he continued to palm his huge package. “Be a good little bitch boy and take care of it would you?” he said, looming over me. “I’m not your bitch boy Oli,” I stammered looking up at the hulking figure in front of me. His entire body excluded masculinity and dominance. “What the fuck did you just say?” he said, his face taking on a dark expression. 

With one quick movement, he grabbed my head and forced me to my knees. He shucked his shorts, exposing his impossibly huge cock in all its glory. “Don't you ever challenge me you shit head” Oli hissed as he pushed his huge cock head against my lips. 

My mind told me this whole scenario wasn’t right. My nostrils were assaulted by the potent cocktail of sweat and musk coming from his hairy crotch. As I looked up at the imposing colossus towering above me any thoughts of resistance crumbled. I opened my mouth and gingerly licked his mushroom tip. I was treated to a strangely familiar salty sweat taste that seemed to warm me from the inside. I needed more.

I began to devour his cock, my tongue exploring every crevice of his mushroom tip. One of my hands slowly made its way into my own boxers and I began to furiously jack myself off as my free hand began to explore the deep groves of the titanic quads in front of me. Seeing my frenzied movements, Oli hauled his massive fuck stick out of my mouth before slapping it oughly across my cheek. “This isn’t for you, you little runt,” he said, his deep voice rumbling throughout the room like thunder, “you only exist to please me”. 

For an alpha like Oli, I was just another object for his pleasure. Just a tool to be used and tossed aside. A servant to provide selfless worship and adoration. And I was willing to serve. 

I slowly pulled my hand out of my pants and instead began to use it to massage one of Oli's hairy bull nuts as I prepared to take his cock into my mouth once more. Oli roughly grabbed the back of my head and began to ram the rest of his colossal shaft down my waiting throat. His whole body flexed as he began to impale me on his shaft with long, powerful movements. There was a selfish roughness to his movements that signaled he had no empathy for the man's throat he was battering with his oversized fuck stick, the only thing that mattered was his pleasure.

He roared as he face fucked me, clearly getting off on the domination he had over his jock roommate. "Fuck, why didn't I listen to you sooner",  he moaned as I was choking and spluttering on his monstrous tool. Tears of joy were streaming down my face as he battered my mouth. My roommate had finally found a new hobby.

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Thanks for the muscles mum!

In celebration of reaching 500 subscribers, I thought I'd do a bit of a longer story, even though they don't get as much attention. This was a draft I did last year that kind of got out of hand but I think it ended up turning out pretty well. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the muscles mum! Jordi said as he bent down and kissed his mother Beth on the cheek. Jordi had just won his first bodybuilding competition and was feeling on top of the world. He had blown the competition out of the water with his superior size, symmetry, and conditioning.

But Jordi wasn’t always like this. Growing up he was just like most other boys, with cute, boyish features that mothers like Beth find so adorable. But as other boys his age hit puberty and began to grow into men, Jordi stayed as he was. As he moved through high school, Jordi found himself increasingly socially isolated from his peers and eventually the subject of ridicule and bullying. By the time he had turned 18 during his senior year, he had developed a meek, and submissive personality, not wanting to draw attention to himself for fear of further upsetting his aggressors.

When Jordi started arriving home with bruises on his face, Beth decided enough was enough. She waited until her son was asleep before she crept up to the attic. She crawled over all the piles of junk and boxes of family memorabilia until she found an old wooden box. The box was locked, but the moment she touched it, the heavy metal lock clicked open, revealing an ancient leather-bound book that pulsed with a strange energy. Beth came from a long line of witches, and even though the practice had waned over the years, she was still known to cast the odd spell here and there. The case in point being the love spell she had placed on Jordie's father - although she must have done something wrong in that spell because he left her not long after Jordie’s birth.

The words in the book seemed to shimmer and dance as Beth flicked through the pages. There were spells that would make Jordi grow in height, spells to change his personality, and spells to make him incredibly handsome. But that wasn’t what Beth was after. She still wanted him to be her sweat littleJordi. She just wanted him to be able to stick up for himself a bit more and be comfortable in his own skin. 

Beth continued to flick through the pages until a spell caught her eye. Her understanding of the ancient language of the book was rusty, but the spell appeared to reference boosting one’s inner confidence. She glanced through the complicated spell, and after getting the gist of it, she snuck downstairs. Standing over her son’s sleeping form, she muttered the incantation before sprinkling a small amount of ash in the boy's hair. A slight breeze blew through the room - a sign to Beth that the spell must have worked. She creeped out of the room leaving her boy to his dreams.

The next day at school started as a typical day for Jordi. He spent the day going from class to class, barely talking to anyone and eating his lunch in an inconspicuous place to avoid drawing attention to himself. Eventually, he came to the part of his day he was both dreading and looking forward to - gym class. Thanks to his timetable, his gym class was mostly made out of jocks from the football team. If there was one thing that would ruin your confidence, it was having to watch these paragons of athleticism compete to see who was the top dog. Today was open weights. The jocks spent their time trying to outlift each other, throwing around huge amounts of iron while Jordi quietly did some bodyweight exercises in the corner.

The showers after class were usually a nightmare of taunts and jeers from the jocks, so Jordi had learned to hide away in a toilet cubicle. Eventually, the commotion outside the stall calmed down and the locker room became still. Jordi cracked open the door of the cubical just as he heard the sound of running water begin once again. He peered through the haze of steam into the shower block to see a lone figure against the back wall. Jordi watched from afar, taking in every inch of the figure's colossal physique. Trent was the star linebacker of the football team. While puberty had passed Jordi by, it had hit Trent like a freight train. His massive 6 foot 5 frame easily made him the tallest member on the team by a few inches, causing the coach to request a special higher shower nozzle to be installed just for him. 

The warm water cascaded over his powerful physique. It didn’t seem possible that an 18-year-old could have such mature musculature. His back and lats flared as he reached to soap his solid glutes. Trent turned towards Jordi, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he soaped them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. While his core lacked the insane definition that some jocks had, it was solid and powerful. Jordi’s gaze dropped down to Trent’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as Jordi's wrist.

“I see the little mouse is back again,” a deep baritone voice growled, snapping Jordi back to attention. Trent was staring directly at Jordi with a wide grin on his face. “Well come on then, you know the drill,” he said as he pumped his shaft a few times with one of his large sinewy hands. Jordi wasted no time shucking his gym gear as he entered the showers. As he approached the larger man, Trent’s strokes began to get longer and more sensual as his member began to approach full mast. As a shower rather than a grower, his cock only grew around an inch or so in length but it became impossibly thicker and girthier. 

Jordi reached his hands towards the monster cock in front of him, before he found himself being pushed away. “Beg for it little mouse”, Trent growled as he pushed Jordi to one knee. “Please let me suck your cock”, Jordi pleaded, his eyes locked on the dick in front of him. Smack, Jordi winced as Trent slapped his meaty cock against Jordi’s cheek. “Not good enough little mouse”, Trent berated. Jordi looked up into Trent’s eyes, “Please sir, let me worship your cock”, Jordi said, tears in his eyes as his hand rubbed the stinging red patch on his cheek where the dick had hit him. He looked truly pathetic. Trent smiled and placed his hands on the back of Jordi’s head, guiding the smaller boy towards his waiting cock.

As Jordi’s mouth wrapped its way around his throbbing cock, Trent threw his head back in ecstasy. The little dude was normally a good cock sucker with his tight mouth and soft lips but this time was truly wild. Jordi devoured the cock in front of him, forcing as much of the meat stick into his mouth as he could as it rammed the back of his throat. As he choked and spluttered, he felt a strange feeling grow inside of him. A feeling of confidence. Newly emboldened, he did something he'd never done before. He began to fondle his significantly smaller cock with one of his hands as he pleasured the beast that was towering over him. 

Little did the two men know, the spell was going haywire. The sheer magnitude of the emasculation that Jordi was experiencing, combined with Jordi’s willingness to be dominated in such a fashion was stretching the magic to its limits. If it had been cast by a more experienced witch, it may have held, but the unstable magic eventually burst from the confines that Beth had placed on it. 

The primal force had the single drive - to boost Jordi’s confidence to balance out this perceived humiliation. But as it was only intended to provide a small boost, the spell didn’t have the energy to perform its directive. It rushed through the room looking for a source of energy before it settled on a bountiful source - Trent. The magic flowed through Trent, analysing the very core of his being before it found what it was searching for. The source of Trent’s confidence was his superior masculinity. This was the potent source that the spell needed to complete its mission.

The spell settled in Trent’s balls where it began to strip Trent of his bountiful virility. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins was too much for Trent. He let loose a deep growl as he began to cum the biggest load of his life. Jordi choked and gagged as a massive volley of cum shot out of the huge cock inside his mouth. As Trent’s cock continued to spew cum, his balls began to shrink and shrivel. 

As Jordi took volley after volley of Trent's seed, the spell ensured that he also drained Trent of the raw masculinity that made him the titan that he was today. Jordi’s small testicles began to swell in size, sending a cocktail of hormones throughout his body. An inherent sense of confidence began to build inside him as he began to suck the rest of the potent liquid out of Trent’s cock. 

Trent’s testicles continued shrinking to the size of small grapes. The ecstasy that Trent was feeling was too much and the jock blacked out and crashed to the floor. Riding his sudden wave of confidence, Jordi stood up and jacked his small dick a few times, before sending several thick loads of cum all over the unconscious jock. Jordi had never cummed before, and the sheer volume and viscosity of this load surprised him. He looked down at the jock drenched in his seed. “Pathetic”, Jordi said as he spat on the spent athlete before turning to leave the showers.

From that day, Jordi’s life began to change. Just as he finished high school, Jordi began to undergo a huge growth spurt that continued throughout the summer until he started college standing at just over 6’5. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. He thrived at every physical pursuit he put his mind to, even beating out the senior men.

He garnered a serious amount of attention from his classmates of both sexes, quickly becoming a popular member of the student body. He was invited to all the hottest parties where people clamored to hang out with him, in the vein hope that some of his majesty would rub off on them. He stood head and shoulders above the other guys in his classes, even his fellow jocks who looked up to him in reverence. As such he commanded absolute authority and he always got first dibs on which lucky girl he'd decide to take home. He was even know to bed the girlfriends of those in his crew, sometimes several at once, just to remind the smaller men who was the alpha. When he was done with them, they'd return to their boyfriends wishing that their pricks would stretch them the same way that Jordi's monster had.

In his final year of college, Jordi discovered bodybuilding. His body responded to the more intense workout routine and strict diet by packing on pound after pound of shredded muscle onto his also large frame. His hulking physique commanded attention as no one else in his college could. Those who were lucky enough to spend a night with Jordi recounted stories of animalistic sex drive and tales of limping home the next day after a night riding his legendary cock. 

Shortly after graduation, Jordi was ready to enter his first show. His conditioning and definition were both so insane that the judges practically gave him the win the moment he stepped foot on stage. A few of the other competitors wanted to give up once they saw his phenomenal form, but Jordi pressured them to stay on the stage as their comparatively small physiques further added to the majesty of his own.

Jordi was fizzing after winning the contest. He had kissed his mum goodbye at the contest venue and had climbed into his Jeep. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, savouring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The rush he felt from dominating those other bodybuilders who were in the best conditioning of their lives was absolutely intoxicating. And in his hometown no less. His hand slipped into his shorts, massaging the kinks out of his engorged package. It had taken so much self-control to not get a raging hard-on right there on the stage as the lesser men had shied away posing next to his dominating form. He bit his lip and composed himself. A self-worship session would need to wait. 

He started his jeep and drove over to his hometown’s gym. He had never worked out there in his youth, being too weak and feeble to ever dream of setting foot in the door. But now that he was a god among men, he saw it as a personal victory to walk through the doors and let everyone witness the beast he had become.

‘Excuse me, sir, can I please see your membership card?’ a slender man called from behind the sign-in counter as Jordie confidently strode into the gym. Jordi shot a menacing glare at the man, causing him to shrink away as Jordi made his way over to the free weights. Jordi spent the next few hours working out his huge muscles until his body was swollen and drenched with glistening sweat. The other gym patrons had long since left, either to avoid the behemoth's loud grunts as he heaved double the weight they could ever dream of or to furiously masturbate in their cars as they pictured his impressive form. 

At the end of his workout, Jordi made his way into the locker room, where he proceeded to get undressed. His hulking torso seemed to swell even bigger as he peeled off his shirt, his bronzed form on full display like some sort of work of art. He dropped his shorts revealing his monstrous cock and balls as he made his way into the back of the showers, his heavy footsteps thudding on the damp floor and his oversized cock swinging between his bulging quads. 

Jordi turned on the faucet, and a hot stream of water began to pour over his hulking form. He smiled to himself, the facet came up to just below his chin. They really should install higher ones for towering individuals like himself. His calloused hands proceeded to roam his swollen muscles, cleaning the potent sweat and fake tan off his skin. 

Jordi heard someone clearing their throat behind him. “Excuse me, sir, gym facilities are for paying members only,” a high-pitched voice croaked. Jordi turned his head to find the slender employee from earlier. Jordi smiled to himself. He slowly turned the rest of his body towards the smaller man, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he continued to soap them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. The water cascaded down his brick-like abs, flowing like rivers through each of the deep valleys and ridges that made up his powerful midsection. Jordi noticed the smaller man's gaze travel downwards as he became mesmerised by Jordie’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as his wrist.

“I guess you’re the little mouse now Trent,” Jordi rumbled in his deep baritone. Trent’s eyes went wide. It couldn’t be that kid from gym class. Ignoring the behemoth's hulking body, he took a long look at the handsome face of the man in front of him. The bodybuilder could have been the kid's older, hotter brother. The kid that used to make suck him off after practice. He had stronger, more masculine facial features but those dazzling brown eyes were unmistakable.

Trent’s mind went back to that day in the showers when he woke on the floor covered in cum, his nuts shrivelled and tiny. His life had changed that day. It was like his confidence had vanished overnight. The other changes started small. First, his girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't get it up in bed anymore, his normal insatiable sex drive fading. Then the coach said his killer instinct had gone, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the football team. 

Then the shrinking began. Each morning he woke up ever so slightly smaller. No one in his family believed him, instead, they just told him to work out more and lay off the junk food. The lingering magic clouded their memories so that they believed that he had always been at his current height.

By the end of senior year, Trent had lost a couple of inches in height and his hard muscle had become soft with fat. It even got worse when he started college. He ended up dropping out at the end of his first year after he had shrunk over a foot in height and his body was bulging with soft fat. Worst of all, his once legendary package has shrivelled down to a pencil-thin prick that matched his raisin-sized balls.

Eventually, after hitting rock bottom and returning to his hometown, he managed to salvage his life somewhat. He joined his local gym and managed to fight his genetics to lose most of his flab. There were still stubborn pockets of fat in his cheeks and butt that he couldn’t seem to shift and he never managed to put on any muscle, but it was a vast improvement over his time in college. He even managed to get a job at the gym as a weight loss coach. His life had improved, but gone was the titan that he was a few short years ago, and in his place was a twink of a man. And now, somehow he was staring up at the life he should have had. 

“Jordi?” the little man stammered. “In the flesh,” the big man said as he continued to massage his swollen muscles. Trent was mesmerised by the grace and tenderness of the brute's movements as he caressed his muscles in large, arching motions, his fingers dancing along the ridges and peaks of his bulging form. Jordi caught him staring. “Yeah, I changed a bit since you last saw me”, Jordi explained as he kneaded his heavy pecs, “most people can’t get enough of the new and improved me”. The titan began to trace his fingers down his rock-hard abs. “You know I won my pro-card today - and I’ve only been bodybuilding for about a year”. “It’s like my genetics are perfectly programmed for putting on pound after pound of clean muscle at an insane rate”. Jordi put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, giving him an impressive v-taper. 

“But how? You were so small during gym class, how did you…” Trent paused mid-sentence as everything clicked in his mind. Jordi had somehow taken everything from him. His muscles. His height. His manhood. With tears in his eyes, Trent darted across the showers and started clawing at the larger man. “Give it back, give me back my body” Trent wailed with tears in his eyes, his small fists completely ineffective against the solid core of the mammoth in front of him. Jordi sniggered. His former bully couldn’t even reach past the bottom row of his abs. 

Trent felt something poke him in the chest. He looked down to see Jordi’s colossal cock was level with his chest. And it was fully erect. Trent was mesmerised by the sheer size of the monster appendage. 

Seeing the smaller man’s reaction to his fuck stick, Jordi reached down with one of his calloused hands and gently pulled back his foreskin exposing it’s thick mushroom head. The air was instantly filled with a pungent aroma of sweat and musk that seemed to pour out of his exposed glands. 

Trent found himself salivating. He opened his mouth and slowly moved his head towards the monstrous appendage in front of him. As his tongue was just about to make contact, Trent felt himself be pushed backwards as Jordi pressed him to the floor with one of his huge size 15 feet. “I want you to beg for it little mouse,” Jordi growled at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. Trent looked up at the titan towering above him, marvelling at how the water was cascading down the ridges and valleys of the man's musculature. “Please let me suck your cock!” he pleaded as he pulled himself to his knees. Smack! Trent’s cheek stung as Jordi’s meaty cock smacked him across his face. “Not good enough,” Jordi said, his deep voice laden with venom. 

Trent looked up at the man with wide eyes filled with tears and a thick red mark on his cheek. How the tables had turned. He mumbled something under his breath. “What was that runt?” Jordi roared, fire in his eyes. “I said, I’m glad you took my muscles!'' Trent squeaked, “ You took them from me and used them to become so much more. They were wasted on me. I would have never been able to get to the size you are. The definition you have. The god you are”. Tears were streaming down Trent's face as he kneaded Jordies colossal thighs with his small hands. “Please, let me worship you like the alpha you are,” Trent said, pleading to the large man. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Jordi's chest. “You see little mouse, that’s the difference between a true alpha like me, and the wanna-be’s like you used to be,” Jordi said as flexed his powerful forearms, watching the thick chords of dance underneath the surface of his paper-thin skin. “Pretenders let people worship them,” the larger man said, his gaze beering deep into Trent’s soul. Real alpha’s make them worship. With that, Jordi grabbed the back of Trent’s head with both hands and forced him down onto his cock. 

Trent’s small mouth was stretched to its limits to accommodate the sheer size of the mushroom head. Jordi began to force more of his shaft into Trent’s waiting mouth. The titan battered the smaller man’s mouth for what seemed like hours, as Trent's eyes became red and his face bruised from the battering. But throughout, Trent's tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cock that was being jackhammered into his mouth. One of Trent's hands massaged Jordi's oversized balls, while the other massaged any muscle it could get his hands on from Jordi's colossal quads to his diamond-cut abs. Eventually, he settled on using both hands to stimulate the sizable length of shaft that he simply couldn't fit into his mouth. Anything to better please the god in front of him. 

With a roar, Jordi forced the head of his cock down Jordi's throat and began to cum rope after rope of thick cum straight down his gullet. Trent greedily guzzled down as much as he could until the volume being released began to leak out of the sides of his mouth and he was practically drowning in Jordi’s potent seed.

Jordi pulled his colossal member out of Trent’s mouth, causing the smaller man to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. Some small part of Trent wanted him to look up and see Jordi passed out on the ground, as if he had somehow managed to suck his manhood back out of the titan’s cock. But as he slipped his hand into his cum soaked shorts, he found his all too familiar raisin-sized testicles. Instead, he looked up to see Trent still towering above him, a terrifying look of lust in his eyes, and his cock still rock hard as it oozed cum. As if in a trance, Trent turned away from the hulking man. He slowly pulled down his gym shorts, and bent over, offering his perky twink butt to the hulking titan.

Wild with lust, Jordi picked Trent up and lowered him down on his waiting cock. Trent wailed as the huge member pushed up against his virgin hole. Jordi grunted as he tried to push his way inside but he was just too huge. The remnants of the spell cast all of those years ago flared to life one last time, once again surging around the room. They flowed into Trent, changing him one last time. Jordi felt Trent’s hole relax ever so slightly. It was still an incredibly tight fit, but he managed to force his way inside. Jordi moaned as inch after inch of his cock forced it's way inside of Trent's perky bubble butt. It was so incredibly tight that it seemed like his ass was perfectly made to take his massive dick and provide him with as much pleasure as possible. 

Its mission fulfilled, the magic finally dissipated and faded, leaving only Trent’s high-pitched moans and Jordi’s deep rumbling grunts as Jordi bred his former tormentor like the pathetic little mouse he was. 

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