No Pain, No Gain

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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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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Like a Fucking Nerd

Damn! I am over 180 pounds of pure muscle, all thanks to possessing my sexy neighbor's body, and somehow - some fucking how - my near-sighted ass managed to follow me in this new body. I guess the potion has its limits. I look like a fucking nerd with these glasses, and the video game tattoo ain't helping. People would see me as a nerd — a sexy fucking nerd.

First and foremost, I want to say these pecs are fucking juicy. They are so firm and bouncy; I could just play with their sensitive little nipples all day. And this ass… holy hell! I've never seen a dump truck so plump. See how they bounce when I squeeze them. My asshole's still sore, though. It wouldn't sting this much if this guy didn't wake up and fight against my possession. I had to push my entire ectoplasmic weight to move inside him. He begged like a pussy while he was at it.

"What is this?" I said, imitating his pleas from before. "Fuck. It's going inside me. Help! AHHHHH!!!" Like, be serious, man. If you see the ghost of your nerdy neighbor possessing your body, just let it go.

Still… I look like a fucking nerd. I hope it doesn't decrease my chances of finding a guy willing to get fucked with my new rod.

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I can't help but to move this hand down to this silly cartoon shorts and give this hardening cock a good tug as I watch the nerd parading around my body like he's some kind of goofy douchebag muscle jock. He's literally tarnishing my image by posting silly thirst-trap on Tiktok! For fuck's sake, I'm an athlete on scholarship, that's not the way I roll. But these comments are all fucking positive (or lustful) and boy I am lying to myself if I say that the nerd failed to really be doing some shits to my body that makes it so irresistible. Or maybe this nerd body is just fucking gay......oh God he's posting another shit already, oh goddammit now it's with my girl too.....and fucckk is he posting again, in my room now?? Ungghhhhh fffuuuckkkk just the thought of him using my cock ungghhhhaahhhh.......dammit this nerd

Chester and Henry only met for the first time when they were both men in their late 30s. But the connection was there from the beginning and each men found each other to be irresistible, so a marriage eventually happened several years after the first encounter and here they are celebrating their 5th anniversary. They also have a plan ready to be put in motion

"Excited for today?"

"Truly. That poor guy won't see it coming,"

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"I told you to not misuse my kindness, but I guess you dimwit are simply too arrogant to think I wouldn't catch on you seducing my husband, so consider this as your punishment," said Henry while pinning his surprised old body down to the tile, the look of shock and confusion plastered on his old face

Henry hired Gustavo as their "property manager" to basically take good care of his property that he shared with his husband, Chester. The young studly man was one of the son of this client Henry have to help in his annual pro-bono case. The fine young stud always accompanied his aging father throughout the court ordeal until they won their case, yet that devotion caused young Gustavo to have a hard time getting picked up for jobs since he practically stopped working for months to accompany his dad. He did odd jobs in an upscale restaurant and this rather shady gym near their house, and that keeps the family afloat. So, Henry offered some generous pay for Gustavo as long as he maintain Henry's apartment and vacation house some 3 hours drive away from Downtown, but who would have thought that not only Gustavo seduced/followed through with Chester (Henry's husband) seduction while housekeeping and/or pool cleaning, he even willingly desecrated the master bedroom with their bodily fluid. Hence the drastic punishment Henry decided to gave Gustavo, who can only plead for mercy and stated that all the idea came from Henry's husband and he simply didn't want to lose his jobs by refusing his employer's spouse request. But Henry didn't budge and basically banish Gustavo into his aging body anyway while locking him inside the property so he cannot escape

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Once back to the main house, Henry decided to give a good thorough check of his new physique. Seeing from the outside is one thing, but experiencing the fact that your own reflection is this studly and you can feel all the sensation, practically makes me wet. The gorgeous hair, the perfectly chiseled jaw and nose bridge, the 8-pack abs below the sturdy set of pecs.

Not long after, Henry's husband, Chester, joined him in the bathroom with a smile and no shirt on

"Look who we got here, the mastermind," Henry said with a grin

His husband just chuckled as he admired Henry's new physique

"I assume he's not aware of the whole ploy,"

"Blindsided. You fooled him to perfection, babe. Oh, let me repeat. You completely fooled me, Mr. Chester,"

"Fuck you hahahah, you nailed that accent perfectly,"

"I hope that's not the only thing I'm nailing today,"

Chester just smiled seeing both of their dicks growing harder within their respective briefs. The lust and tension is palpable, but it feels like it's gonna be such a waste if they directly go for it, so a little bit more foreplay won't hurt.

"Don't you want to inform Ella to cancel the date you planned with her tonight?"

"Oh, how stupid I am. Let's take a selfie and distress that chick then with ut, because I'm not planning to get out anytime soon,"

"Fuck, we're so hot. But I think it will be even crazier if there's a young ginger stud out there that I can use to match your stamina, any names or faces appeared on your mind?"

Taking it all

“Damn bro, this jaw came in nicely,” Josh said as he inspected his strong jaw in the bathroom mirror. He rubbed his fingers across his prickly stubble, tracing the lantern-shaped bone beneath. “Like a fucking work of art,” Josh mumbled as he took a few steps away from the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was breathtaking. His handsome, boy-next-door features were given an edge by a dusting of dark stubble and thick eyebrows. A trendy haircut and tanned, blemish-free skin completed the look. Looks like this could definitely get a boy into trouble.

Moving down from his stunning facial features, Josh’s neck was the first sign that there was something more to this high school senior than just a pretty face. His neck was thick and wide, flanked by two broad traps. The two muscle groups weren’t usually so freakishly developed on a high school senior’s body, but Josh was no ordinary 18-year-old. Standing well over 6 feet, Josh’s broad frame was packed with musculature that was more in keeping with an athlete in their late twenties.

His rounded shoulders and back were so broad that they couldn’t even fit within the frame of the bathroom mirror. Huge swollen pecs jutted several inches from his chest. His biceps and triceps were so large that it was a small miracle that any sleeve could contain them. Powerful, ripped abdominal muscles led to the lower abdominal ‘dick pointer’ that so many men craved. A perky bubble butt and think quads stretched the fabric of his designer underwear to breaking point.

Josh put both his large calloused hands on the edge of the counter and slowly lowered his weight in a push-up-like motion. He loved how his biceps swelled, a single pencil-thick vein throbbing to the surface. As it contracted, his chest hardened into a granite shelf to power the simple movement. His body was a well-tuned machine, a perfectly balanced system of power and finesse. Such a physique in one so young could only be achieved through insane genetics, perfect nutrition, and hour after hour of tortuous workouts. And in Josh’s case, he was grateful that Harry had put the hard yards in.

Josh turned to the former Jock sitting next to him. Harry was bound tightly to a simple chair and his mouth was gagged to silence any potential outbursts. His body was pale and thin, his arms lacking any form of muscle definition to even think of attempting an escape. The boyish features of his face were centered around large, blue eyes that would have been dazzling if it were not for their bloodshot appearance and dark under-eye circles. He looked completely drained, tear’s having long since stained his pale cheeks. Harry was utterly defeated. The only thing that hinted at his former jock life was the dusting of hair covering his body, and the fat 10-inch cock swinging between his legs.

Josh bent down and stroked Harry’s flaccid member with one of his hands, the rough calluses from hours of pumping iron sending a shiver up the smaller man's spine. “Please” Harry cried, “I have nothing more to give”. Josh squeezed the throbbing shaft, noting the glob of precum that oozed from the exposed head. Harry caught the drop of white liquid on the tip of his finger just before it fell to the floor. “Can’t let this go to waste now can we?” he smirked as he ran the finger along the end of his chin. After a few seconds, Harry’s seed began to absorb into Josh’s skin. As the cum soaked into his skin, a deep cleft began to surface, further increasing Josh’s handsome looks.

“Fuck, I’m even more perfect,” Josh gasped as he continued to gently stroke Harry’s throbbing shaft. With his other hand, Josh palmed Harry’s oversized balls, marvelling in their weight and size. Even after all of the loads that they’d shot today, they still seemed to have more in the tank. Harry was trying to resist with all his might “Please, just give me my body back”. Josh smiled to himself. Typical Harry - a stupid jock till the end. He hadn’t taken his body, that was impossible. However, he had taken his vitality, his height, and his innate masculinity to further enhance his own far beyond his former genetic limits. But somewhere in the back of his mind, Josh did take pity on the former stud.

“Ok bud, I’ll give it to you,” Josh said, letting go of Harry’s package and standing to his full imposing height. His chest and lats were so thick and wide, they just seemed to go on and on forever. “Really?” Harry said, looking up at the giant in front of him, his eyes full of hope. “Really, I’ll give it all to you,” Josh said, crossing his heavy arms in front of his chest, “I wanted you to stop bullying me, and something tells me you’ll never lay a finger on me again”. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want!” Harry pleaded. “Ok, well this transfer is going to be a bit different” Josh said as he disappeared behind Harry. “How?” Harry asked, panic setting into his voice. Josh knelt down behind Harry, his hot breath against Harry’s neck. “I’m going to fuck you” whispered, his low baritone rumbling across the silent room.

In one swift motion, Josh tore Harry’s bindings off and lifted him off the chair. Josh roughly bent Harry over before tearing off his own underwear. Josh’s thin 5-inches was at full mast, and while it wasn’t impressive, it was more than enough for the task that lay ahead. He pushed his small head against Harry’s tight hole. “Do you want this to happen or not?” Josh growled. Harry knew this was the only chance he had of getting his body back, so he took a deep breath and relaxed. Josh saw his opening and slid his dick inside Harry’s waiting hole. Using his powerful forearms, he began to pump Harry’s perky rear up and down on his cock, practically using the former jock as a fleshlight. “Fuck, that isn’t so bad,” Harry panted, “good thing you have such a small dick”.

Josh’s powerful thrusts slowed to a stop. “What did you just say runt?” his voice rumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it, it was just a stupid slip” Harry stammered. His whole body was shaking as he cowered in fear. Josh could snap him in two without even a second thought. Josh calmly reached down and grabbed Harry’s throbbing erection, his huge mitt not even making it the whole way around Harry’s shaft. Frozen in fear, Harry watched on hopelessly as the larger man began to run his hand up and down his shaft.

A mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through Harry's body as the larger man’s calloused hands worked the length of his shaft. With not even a single ounce of lube, the hand job was rough, but it was working as intended as Harry was quickly brought to the brink of orgasm. “You deserve this you asshole” Josh whispered in Harry’s ear as Harry’s dick started spewing cum into Josh’s waiting hand.

As Harry came down from his orgasmic high, Josh pulled his still-hard dick out of the smaller man. Josh grinned as he slathered his thin member in Harry’s cum. When it was all good and lubed, he massaged the excess cum onto his swollen pecs. As the potent liquid quickly disappeared into Josh’s chest, a dusting of hair sprouted from the formally smooth skin. Harry stared at his own flat chest in horror as his carefully trimmed chest hair retreated back into his skin.

“This is going to be good”, Josh said licking his lips. Using the viscous liquid as lube, Josh slammed his cock back into Harry’s waiting hole. He proceeded to jackhammer the smaller man with thrusts of his powerful thighs, pulling his cock almost entirely out before slamming it back in again to the base of his shaft.

With each powerful thrust, Harry felt a pressure build inside of him. Harry looked down in despair as he saw his cock shrivelling away each time his ass was pounded. Each of Josh’s thrusts became successively longer as his dick swelled in size. Josh grunted as Harry’s hole seemed to grow tighter and tighter as it struggled to contain his growing mass.

As the growth subsided, Josh fell into a steady rhythm as breeding his former tormentor. His newly heavy balls smacked Harry’s ass cheeks with each powerful stroke. Harry’s vision flashed white from the sheer pain and pleasure he felt during the hammering of his tight hole.

Remnants of cum had dripped from Josh’s chest to cascade over the ridges of his six-pack, causing his core to tighten further and a treasure trail to develop from the top of his abs down to his perfectly trimmed pubes. Harry’s ass was so tight on Josh’s thick rod that every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure throughout his body, the nerves of his fuck stick firing with each elongated stroke. After what seemed like hours, the pressure building in Josh’s balls became immense and he neared climax.

With a roar, Josh came, spewing a torrent of cum inside of Harry’s waiting ass. All his muscles twitched and flexed as a bone-shaking orgasm pulsed through his powerful body. He radiated a pure masculine heat, causing a thin sheen of sweat to develop across his wide form. The air reeked of the smell of sweat and sex. Josh had never felt such a raw, primal power before. He lifted the former jock off his still dripping cock and turned to the mirror to admire himself once more, flexing each one of his swollen muscles in turn.

Harry fell to the ground spent. He’d never felt so used. But at least he’d get his body back. He lay there for a few moments, absolutely exhausted, waiting for his familiar strength to return. But it never came. After what seemed like an eternity, Harry opened his eyes to see Josh standing above him, his erect cock pointing straight towards him. “Want to take all of it again?” the giant said with a dark grin on his face.

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