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Click (A Halloween Story)

“Damn bro, I’m looking thick as fuck!” Dylan said as he pumped his biceps. Sam watched on intently as each of the swollen muscles in his workout buddies’ arms expanded and contracted. Sam always thought that Dylan had the best arms. Who was he kidding, Dylan had the best everything. Years of grueling workouts, careful nutrition, and damn near perfect genetics had resulted in a powerfully muscled physique that most men would die for. Men like Sam flocked to superior specimens like Dylan in the hope that some of their perfection would rub off on them.

Dylan continued to flex his colossal arms and his wide lats. Sam stood back, watching the impressive display with interest. Suddenly Sam saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He gazed across the empty gym to see a lanky figure standing by the far wall. The figure’s face was obscured in the dark shadows of a hoodie, but Sam swore he saw a smile before the figure reached up and flicked the light switch behind it. Click.

The lights of the far side of the gym flickered out, plunging half the room into darkness. “Dude, what the fuck”, Dylan grumbled at the interruption to his posing routine. The sudden change in lighting was totally ruining his vibe. The large man thudded his way towards the dark side of the room. “Don’t go in there, it doesn’t seem safe” Sam warned, placing his hand on the larger man's oversized shoulder. “I think I’ll be ok man” Dylan sniggered, as he flared his lats, emphasizing his imposing size. Dylan stepped into the darkness and out of Sam's sight.

Sam waited in the light, his heart pounding in his chest. “Hey, who are you?” he heard Dylan growl before the sounds of scuffle broke out. Dylan needed his help. Sam ran up to the line where the light stopped before coming to a complete stop, frozen in fear. He couldn’t muster up the courage to cross beyond the threshold of the light. Sam’s heart stopped as he heard a blood-curdling scream. The scream became muffled by an unnatural gurgling sound. The sounds began to get louder as if the source was moving towards Sam. Horrified, Sam backed up to the far side of the gym. The sounds grew louder and louder as Sam’s back made contact with the cold concrete of the gym wall. Sam was cornered. He had no way of escaping. A series of sickening snaps and crunches filled the room. Then silence.

The gym was so quiet that Sam could hear his own heartbeat. Then, out of the darkness, Dylan emerged. Sam’s heart skipped a beat. Dylan didn’t seem to have a scratch on him, although his insanely pumped muscles were dripping with sweat. “Wha, what was that?” Sam croaked. Dylan's face curled into an unfamiliar smirk as he looked at his large calloused hands. “Nothing to worry about,” Dylan rumbled in his deep baritone. Dylan lifted his sweat-soaked stringer, revealing his cut abs. He shivered as his fingers explored the ridges of his cut midsection. Sam started motionless watching the display in front of him.

Dylan further lifted the stringer, causing his swollen pecs to bounce free of the tight fabric. Dylan felt their heft in his palm, massaging the swollen muscle. In one swift motion, Dylan tore the thin fabric from his torso. Sam almost came to the stunning display of raw power.

“You can touch if you like,” Dylan murmured as he pumped his sizable biceps. Sam instinctively stepped forward before catching himself. Dylan was cocky but he’d never act this way. Noticing his hesitation, Dylan tore his gaze from his own body to stare Sam right in the eyes. “I know you've always had a thing for me” Dylan taunted as he slowly began to approach Sam. “Imagine how hard these muscles feel,” Dylan said as he flexed his impressive biceps. “Or how these pits smell after a workout” he teased as he put his arms behind his head, exposing his sweaty pits. “Or how this monster tastes” Dylan moaned as he palmed the massive bulge in the front of his shorts. Sam bit his lip. Dylan was so close to him now that his nostrils were assaulted by the pungent sweat of his workout partner. He was so close to his fantasy, but something was wrong. “You’re not Dylan,” Sam said as he stared up at the giant before him.

“I am now,” Dylan said as he lunged towards Sam. Using his hulking arms, he hoisted Sam up off the ground, before pinning him against the wall with his powerful torso. Without pausing, Dylan reached in and seductively kissed Sam. Sam’s defences melted as his senses were assaulted. He kissed Dylan back as his hands explored the sculpted torso in front of him. This was everything he ever wanted. He opened his eyes to see Dylan’s eyes crazed with an unfamiliar lust that Sam had never seen before. With a smirk, Dylan reached up and flicked off the light switch. Click.

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What happened last night? (A Halloween Story)

“Fuck, my head”. It was the third time this week that Mike had woken up with a splitting headache. He groggily hauled himself out of his bed, his huge lumbering form finding it difficult to it’s keep balance. Mike paused momentarily to compose himself, his body betraying swaying slightly as he tried to stop the world from spinning. After a few deep breaths, Mike stomped over to the mirror, his stomach still churning with each step.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed in a raspy voice as he saw his reflection. His eyes had dark black rings under them and his eyes were bloodshot red. He felt like shit and he looked like shit. It was like he had been up half the night clubbing instead of going to bed at 9:00 PM. Mike felt his stomach do summersaults again. “Fuck, I can’t afford to blow off clients again today,” he thought, trying to rally up the strength to go to work.

Thudding over to his bathroom, he leaned one of his large hands against the doorframe and began to drop his briefs. He winced as the cotton fabric brushed past his cock. Looking down, his cock looked red and bruised. On closer inspection, his balls weren’t much better. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Mike exclaimed as he bent over his sink and splashed cool water on his face. For a second he thought he saw movement in the mirror, but on second glance he confirmed he was the only one in the room.

Parker laughed to himself as he floated out of the bathroom, taking the time to catch a cheeky last-minute glimpse of Mike’s perfect ass before he took his leave. Parker had never had a body like that in life, but he was definitely making up for it in death. Slipping into Mike for the first time had been euphoric. He’d waited until the jock came home all pumped and sweaty from a workout before phasing into him as he got ready for a shower. Parker had spent hours exploring Mike’s sweaty, muscular form, marvelling at how his stolen bulk flexed and shifted with even the slightest movement. The only time his hands left his muscles was to play with the perfect piece of meat between his legs. That was the first night of many that Parker spent putting Mike’s impressive form through its paces with a steady stream of Tinder matches passing through his door.

But he’d clearly worn the poor hunk out with his nighttime escapades this week, so he needed to leave him alone for a bit to rest and recover. He’d miss the feeling of inhabiting that beast of a body, but I guess there’s always a silver lining. The new trainer who started at Mike’s gym looked like he was definitely worthy of a test drive.

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Experimenting with the other half

Fair warning, this one's a bit darker then normal with quite a bit of abusive/derogatory language. Maybe skip this one if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing.

Paul knew he was taking a huge risk when he jabbed the syringe into his boyfriend’s arm. What if it didn’t work? What if something went wrong and something happened to Max? What if Max found out and their relationship was over? All for his own selfish desires. Paul’s stomach knotted as his boyfriend cried out in pain, his muscular legs giving out underneath the weight of his own body. For just a moment, Max’s dazzling blue eyes met Paul’s with a look of panic and fear before they glazed over, the cocktail of chemicals having quickly spread throughout his nervous system. Max’s head fell to the ground with a heavy thud, leaving Paul in an eerie silence. 

This isn’t what Hamish said would happen. The syringe was supposed to be a mostly harmless mix of hormones. Just enough to give the kind-hearted giant a bit of an edge. Paul thought he was the luckiest guy alive when his hunky roommate came out of the closest to him. Max was 240 pounds of corn-fed country beef. The hunky boy next door with a heart of gold that girls threw themselves at during high school. But after coming to college, things had changed. The two roommates had been drinking heavily one night when Max revealed that he was gay. Paul had leaned in for a kiss and the rest was history. Max was everything Paul could ask for in a boyfriend - handsome good looks, a well-muscled, hulking physique, a generous package, and oh-so kind. But there was something wrong.

Max was too nice. Too gentle. Max wanted someone who could absolutely dominate him in the bedroom. Someone who could use that ungodly strength to throw him around a bit. Someone to make him feel small. Not someone who would stop every few seconds, asking if everything was ok, or if he was doing it right. Just for one night, Paul wanted someone who would take what he wanted and ask questions later. Paul loved his kind and gentle boyfriend. But he wished he could see what the other side would be like. The hormones in the syringe were supposed to give Paul a glimpse of this, no matter how brief. 

But now here he stood. His loving boyfriend splayed out on the floor. Max didn’t deserve this. That chemistry nerd Hamish had probably messed with the contents in the syringe on purpose. Paul always had an inkling that Hamish didn’t approve of his relationship with his boyfriend. And now Max was probably dead as a result of it. 

Paul noticed a small spasm in Max’s arm. Then the twitch in one of his eye muscles. Paul’s heart leapt. Maybe Hamish was ok. Then Paul noticed the movement in Max’s shorts. Max’s cock began to push against the fabric of his shorts as it hardened. With time, the spasms began to increase. It wasn’t long under muscles all across Max’s hulking form were twitching and spasming and the tent in Max’s shorts had grown absolutely obscene. The twitches and spasms began to merge, like waves rolling across Max’s body from head to toe. With a huge moan, Max’s eyes shot open briefly before they rolled back into his head as waves of pleasure washed over him. Max threw his head back as he rode the height of the orgasm that was pulsing through his body, a huge wet patch appearing at the front of his shorts. After what seemed like an eternity, Max's weight shifted forwards as he rested his large calloused hands on his muscular quads as he caught his breath. A thick layer of glistening sweat covered his exposed skin, filling the air with a deep musky scent. “What a fucking ride” Max panted with a grin. 

“Babe, are you ok?” Paul asked nervously as he went to Max’s side and turned his face towards his. Paul’s eyes watered as he knelt down close to his boyfriend. The pungent aroma coming off Max’s hulking frame was familiar, yet foreign and overpowering. Max’s eyes met Pauls's, their dazzling blue still clearly visible despite his post-organic haze. Max’s eyes slowly began to focus on Paul, his lips forming the typical boyish smile that greeted his boyfriend each night when he came home. Then, in a moment, Max’s face twisted, his brow furling casting brooding shadows across his eyes, which narrowed to a piercing look. Max’s mouth settled into an unfamiliar cocky scowl. “Max isn’t home you fucking pussy”. The deep voice rumbled from Max’s vocal cords. But it lacked the usual warm, gentle tones that made talking to Max like a warm hug. This was sharp and foreign. This wasn’t Max. 

Caught off guard, Paul fell backwards. The imposter laughed darkly at Paul’s fear before hauling himself to his feet. Once fully upright, the giant swayed shakily side to side, a confused, fearful look crossing his face before he grabbed the side of the bathroom sink to steady himself. After a few moments of composing himself, he stood up straight and his cocky smirk returned. “Damn, it’s true what they say, tall guys do really see the world from a different perspective” the imposter laughed as he raised his bulging arms above his head and easily placed his palms flat on the ceiling, “How tall am I, 6’3, 6,4?”. “6’5 Paul croaked, a lump stuck in his throat. The simple act of touching the ceiling was reinforcing how huge his boyfriend’s body was, and the predicament Paul found himself in. “Shit, that’s a whole extra foot,” the imposter said as he swung his arms back down to his side, before holding his palms out open in front of him. “Fuck, I feel so strong,” the imposter said, admiring his huge calloused mitts before curling them into tight fits, the action causing a spiderweb of veins to appear across his thick forearms. “I feel like at any moment, I could just SNAP”. With the agility unbecoming of his hulking form, the imposter took one huge step across the room and embedded his fist firmly in the drywall next to Paul’s head. 

Paul scrambled away, towards the door. “Don’t you fucking move” the raging hulk spat as he brushed the dust off his knuckles and stepped over Paul, blocking his exit. “You wanted this, now you need to live with the consequences,” the imposter said, his eyes boring into Paul’s soul. “Max, please, I didn’t mean to”, Paul began to stammer a response before the imposter cut him off. “I TOLD YOU, I’M NOT MAX,” the imposter roared and he slammed his hand against the wall again. Paul backed up a few places. “You said it yourself, you had the perfect guy” Max growled as he brought his arm up into a bicep pose. “Strong, hot, handsome, and hung like a fucking horse” Max laughed, grabbing his hefty package for effect. “But being the twisted little sub you are, you wanted more. You wanted someone who could satisfy your gay little fetish of being dominated. Someone who would make you their little bitch”. Max lifted his arm and took a long, deep whiff of the potent musk of his body. “Someone who would be a fucking alpha, not some prissy little gay boy”. 

I said I’d help you, and I did. From now on, this body is going to be the alpha god that it always deserved to be, now that I’m behind the wheel. A sudden realisation washed over Paul. “Hamish?”. “The one in the fucking same”, Hamish said as he brought his new biceps up into a double bicep flex. “How?” Paul stammered, in disbelief. “The how doesn’t matter, all you need to know is that I’m in charge now, that means you do what I fucking say”. “Hamish, you can’t do this,” Paul cried as he grovelled at Hamish’s feet. “I can do what I fucking want” Hamish said pushing Paul’s face away with one of his size 14s and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it behind him.

“Let me out!” Paul cried as he banged on the door. Hamish slumped against the bathroom door, his broad back so wide that it touched the sides of the doorframe. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, his huge callused hands making their way down past the waist elastic of his shorts. His new cock was huge and rock-hard. He let out a low growl as one of his hands explored his huge length while the other caressed his sensitive nipples. This body was insane. Everything was huge, cut and hard as a rock. He had planned to go out and fuck the hottest pussy he could find, but something about dominating that pathetic loser had really got him riled up. “Please Hamish!” Paul begged, as his banging grew feeble. Hamish palmed his huge new bull nuts. He was horny as fuck.

Paul heard the bathroom door unlock with a click. He hesitantly opened the door a crack. “Get out here” Hamish growled. Paul, opened the door wider to see Hamish sitting naked in the chair, rubbing his swollen muscles. Paul tentatively took a few steps forward. “On your knees” Hamish ordered. Paul instantly dropped to his feet and crawled submissively up to the beast in front of him. Hamish took his powerful mitt off his cock and pointed it straight at Paul. “Suck it he ordered. Paul stared at the fuck stick in front of him. It was familiar, but from this angle, it was so much more imposing. “I said fucking such it” Paul barked. Without hesitating, Paul took the mushroom head into his mouth. 

“Fuck those lips feel good you little bitch” Hamish said as he gently guided Paul further down his shaft. After a few moments, one of Paul’s hands spliced into his own shorts as he began stimulating himself. Hamish noticed the movement, and grabbing Paul roughly in both hands, pulled his head off his cock, and held his face close to this. “Listen you little fucking shit, here’s how things are going to work. I’m going to go out and fucking live my life as the alpha fucking stud I was born to be. And you’re going to be nothing more than my little house bitch. You will cook. You will clean. And when I bring chicks home to fuck, you will watch silently from the wardrobe, remembering what you used to have. And then, maybe, if I fucking feel like it, I will fuck your fucking brains out like you’re nothing more than a fucking fleshlight. This is for me. Not for you. You serve for my pleasure”. 

With that, Hamish grabbed Paul roughly by both hands and forced his head down on his waiting rod. Hamish moaned as he roughly face-fucked Paul, the newly minted alpha wild with lust and power. If he wasn’t so wild with lust, he might have released the wet patch that had appeared on Paul’s shorts. Paul had got what he wanted. But at what cost he thought as he was manhandled by his new master.

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Psst.

PSST!

Your friend Kei waves at you excitedly from a gym bench across the room. He quickly checks that the other gym patrons are not looking at him before mouthing “Watch this”. Breathing deeply a few times to prepare himself, Kei leans down and picks up a 40-pound dumbbell off the floor. A sheepish smile quickly spreads across his face.

Holy shit dude! This feels so fucking light! This used to be my max lift but now it feels like nothing! 

Kei bends forward slightly and curls the weight towards his knee with perfect form. The simple motion causes his bicep to swell. His eyes grow wide as he watches the muscle flex and contract as he easily pumps out rep after rep.

After completing a set, he quickly swaps to the other arm, his eyes never leaving his arm muscles. Finishing the set, Kei stands and returns the weights to the rack before pausing, his mind lost in thought.

If I could do my normal set that easily, I wonder how much I can actually lift now?

Without pausing, Kei make his way down to the other end of the free weights area where the larger weights were and selected a pair. Like a man possessed, he stares at himself in the mirror as he pumps out rep after rep of bicep curls. The muscles in his arms swell larger and larger as they fight to lift the heavy weight. Veins begin to push to the surface as the muscle fibres ripple and dance with each powerful rep. You watch on hypnotized as the display in front of me until Kei’s sultry voice brings you back to reality.

Don’t feel like you need to hang around bro, I’m going to mess around here for a little bit longer.

You turn and go back to your treadmill and begin to watch Kei from afar. He grabs a heavier pair of dumbbells this time. His loud, rubbing grunts began to fill the gym as he heaved the iron up towards his meaty pecs. 

Over the next hour or so, you watch Kei progressively make his way around the gym. Whether at the squat rack or a bench, he tosses around hundreds of pounds of iron like it was nothing, the whole time his body continually developing an insane pump. After a particularly heavy deadlift, he let out a loud moan before making his way to the bathroom, where he returned a few minutes later in a new pair of tight-fitting gym shorts. 

After a couple of hours, you lose sight of Kei. You make your way to the locker room to see if you can find your friend. You could smell him before you saw him, his heavy musk permuting across the room. Kei is flexing in front of the mirror, every muscle heavy and swollen from his torturous workout. His pale skin has turned a bright shade of pink from the exertion and is drenched in a thick layer of sweat. You watch on in awe as he flexes his heavy forearms, watching a spider web of veins dance beneath his skin. Without taking his eyes off his own reflection, Kei acknowledges your presence with his deep southern drawl.

I know what you’re thinking. How vain can you be? Being one of those roided-out douchebags flexing in the gym. You just don’t understand how good this pump fucking feels. It's such a rush dude. Each time I flex, I can feel my muscles straining against my skin. The strength coursing through my veins is incredible. And the hormones. My hormones are going wild. It’s like I finally understand what being a real man is like. Like I have this rage deep down inside that’s just waiting to unleash. Lifting. Getting stronger. Fucking. It’s basically all I can think about.

You notice the sizable bulge snaking down one of Kei’s colossal quads. This is getting out of hand. You let Kei know that you think it’s time to leave the gym.

Why? Because you’re tired? Am I embarrassing you? No. I think it’s because you're jealous. Jealous that you could have been the one in my shoes. The one with all of this. 

Kei motions to his hulking body, before, kneading his heavy pecs with his meaty hands. 

Well, tough luck dude. You were the one who turned down a chance at tutoring the guys on the football team because you wanted to play Dota. So instead, the coach gave me the call-up. So while you were locked away in your room gaming, I was spending long nights trying to teach those meatheads how to do basic algebra. And when Trent here was at risk of failing his final and being kicked out of college, I was the one he asked to swap bodies with so I could take the test for him. And what a fucking body it is.

Kei clenches his fists and hunches his shoulders and he seems to flex every muscle in his body in an awe-inspiring display of masculine potential. Every muscle of stolen muscle was sculpted to perfection over years of pumping iron. Seconds seem to stretch into hours as your eyes dart around the perfect form in front of you. Suddenly, Kei lets out a large exhale and relaxes. You realise you’ve been holding your breath this whole time as you gasp for air.

Breathtaking huh? Well, that’s not even the best part.

Kei unceremoniously drops his shorts, allowing his swollen cock to burst forth. Swollen, thick, and girthy, the heavy member bounced a few times before coming to rest at a right angle to Kei’s swollen torso. 

Sick isn’t it? This donkey dick was snaking down my leg the whole workout. Even soft, it’s so much bigger than what I used to. And it’s cut, so it’s so fucking sensitive. I even had to swap shorts after I got a bit too excited during my squats. It was such a high hitting that pb that I nutted then and there. 

Kei gently massaged his package as recalled the day's heroics. Even with his with one of his large hands, there was still plenty of room on his shaft. You feel a pang of jealousy. That should have been you exploring Trent’s hefty cock. Kei spied you staring.

You know what’s better than staring? Touching.

Kei reaches out and takes your hand, its small stature engulfed in Kei’s calloused mitt. He slowly brings it up to one of his broad pecs. The heat radiating off his swollen chest is intense. As your hand makes contact with his sweaty skin, you feel the firm muscle underneath. You stand motionless for a moment, feeling the strong beat of Kei’s heart. Then, without warning, the firm muscle contracts beneath your fingertips growing rock hard. You look up to see Kei smiling down at you cockily as he flexes his pecs.

You know what? I really like this body. Like REALLY like this body. I can’t imagine going back to being a nerdy Asian runt. And I don’t think I have to. Trent said the spell would end when I took the test for him. 

You panic. Kei has to go back. What about his life? His parents? Your best friend? Seeing the wheels turning in your head, Kei lets forth a hearty chuckle, a cheeky smirk painted on his face.

Don’t panic dude. The test finished an hour ago. There’s no going back now.

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Breathe Deep

Nate placed the pipe up to his lips before drawing another hit of the spicy vapour deep into his lungs. He held his breath for a few moments until his lungs began to beg for fresh air, before slowly releasing the vapour from his nostrils. He felt slightly lightheaded as the gas flushed from his lungs, the addictive feeling of weightlessness lasting several seconds before his mind snapped back to reality. This shisha stuff was no joke.

Nate was usually careful about what he put in his body. Well, except for the cocktail of PEDs that he jabbed into his ass at the gym each week that had helped him build his thick, hulking physique. But even then, he didn’t mess around with other recreational drugs at all. His high was the rush he got from fucking the brains out of some gym slut in the showers after a good workout. But ever since he had stepped out of the airport, his driver Raj wouldn’t shut up about needing to try shisha. Raj was so insistent, that Nate eventually caved and agreed to partake when they stopped for the night at a small rural hotel. 

Nate needed to be in peak shape by the time he got to his photoshoot in the mountains, so figured he’d just take a small puff and then head to bed. As the sun began to set, Raj handed him the pipe and he took his first drag of the fragrant smoke. Instantly, his troubles seemed to wash away. He thought the nicotine must have been super strong, but Raj informed him that there wasn’t any substance of concern involved, just his own special mix of flowers, spices, and herbs. Nate went in for another puff. Raj encouraged him to breathe more deeply this time, so Nate pulled the smoke deep into his lungs. 

Bliss. In those few seconds, Nate had never felt so free. Smiling lazily, Nate proceeded to take drag after drag of the spicy vapour into his lungs. Each time, that feeling of weightlessness seemed to stretch longer and longer. Time began to twist, and seconds seemed to stretch longer and longer in his inebriated state. 

After one particularly long draw, Nate sat reclined in his chair, his thick muscles made flushed and sweaty by the heat of the desert night. Nate absentmindedly adjusted his swollen package, the small action making his huge bicep tense against the confines of his sweat-soaked shirt. His hefty pecs rose and fell as his lungs tried to pull fresh air into his system. Raj mentioned that he had a special ingredient that he could add to his mixture that could take the experience to the next level. But the ingredient was forbidden, so he needed Nate to give his express permission to continue. Sensing a once in a lifetime opportunity, Nate readily agreed.

Raj smiled warmly as he dropped a single emerald green flower into the mix. The flower burned with a deep emerald flame, which danced and dazzled within the glassware. The emerald flames reflected in Raj’s eyes as Nate raised the pipe to his lips and drew the vapour into his lungs. Nate was once again taken to a state of bliss. But something was different this time. The soft haze seemed to stretch on longer before but there was something more. This time it consumed his entire being, physically, mentally, and spiritually. He felt like his skin was being bathed in the warm golden light of the sun.

Minutes seemed to stretch into hours before the haze began to lift. Nate came to groggily. As his eyes began to refocus, he noticed he was looking at his bare feet. He must have kicked off his slides at some point during his trip. But instead of his being covered in the dirt and sweat from the day’s travels, his size 13s were glistening clean. Nate wiggled his meaty toes, feeling the gentle desert air flowing through them as he took another deep puff.

This time, the high lasted even longer. His body was liquid, falling gently over layers of rock and stone. As Nate came to, he felt a cool breeze across his torso. He looked down to find himself shirtless, his heavy pecs and cobbled core on full display. He told himself that he must have taken his shirt off during his trip. It was pretty hot after all. And it’s not like a bodybuilder like him wasn’t used to taking his shirt off. Nate’s clouded mind failed to observe that like his feet, his entire upper body was now completely clean of sweat. Nate’s gaze was drawn to the moon high in the sky, its beautiful light illuminating the landscape. Sensing the late hour, Nate made to excuse himself, but Raj insisted he take another puff. Offering little resistance, Nate once more pulled the vapour into his lungs.

This high was much more intense than the last and lasted longer still. Nate was a gentle wind, flowing through a field of glass. But this time Nate woke abruptly. Even in his half-conscious state, he realised that he was naked. He looked down to find a series of swirling patterns had been painted on his skin. The intricate maze of colour danced across the groves and valleys of his muscles before coalescing into a solid ring around his erect manhood. Even through his groggy haze, Nate could make out that Raj's slender hand was currently peeling back the foreskin from the mushroom head of Nate's throbbing cock.

Nate had always been proud of his package. He hadn’t met a girl yet whose jaw hadn't dropped when they’d first laid eyes on his thick 11-inch member. He had been worried once he started taking PEDs, but if anything, his huge, hairy balls had only swelled larger. But seeing his prized tool being fondled by his driver was too much. Nate feebly tried to swipe Raj away, but his strength failed him. Noticing his charge was awake, Raj calmly turned to Nate and pressed the pipe up to his lips one last time. 

Without being in control, this drag went on for much longer than any of the previous. Vapour surged into Nate’s lungs, quickly filling them with the glowing green gas. As the gas began to travel through his bloodstream, his brain, sensing a lack of oxygen, forced his body to inhale even more deeply. This only served to suck even more of the gas into his lungs. The haze fell upon Nate once again. It fell upon him like quicksand, the weight growing heavier and heavier. He began to panic. He felt like he was being suffocated. And then in a moment, ecstasy. A release so intense, he felt like his mind went on forever. It was like the most intense orgasm of his life, but neverending. It was like he had found something he had been looking for his whole life but had never found until this one moment. A high of all highs that stretched on forever. Nervana.

Several hours later, the exhausted fitness model hauled himself out of the chair. The gas lamp had long since run out of oil so his naked muscular form was lit only by the light of the moon. Drops of cum on his abs and pecs glistened in the moonlight as he made his way back inside his hotel room, his still-hard cock pointing the way. As the door closed behind him, the night of the desert fell eerily still.

The director was fuming when Nate turned up several hours late to the photoshoot.  If he wasn’t so damn hot, the director would have fired Nate on the spot. Nate was wearing a skin-tight black singlet that showed off his sun-kissed chest and arms. The director felt himself chubbing up as he watched Nate’s biceps swell and flex as he repositioned his bag, and his plump pecs bounced with each of his heavy steps. Nate took off his sunglasses revealing his sparkling baby blues and gave the director a cheeky wink. Even in the heat of the midday sun, he was so calm and collected, like he didn't have a care in the world. Just like an alpha like Nate would be. And will continue to be now that the right man was behind the wheel.

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Speeding

Ross slammed his foot on the gas and sped away from the gym parking lot. He was pretty sure that no one had seen him sprinting away from the building, but he didn't want to hang around and find out if he was right.

Heath, the undisputed gym alpha, had sauntered into the locker room, his body sweaty and swollen from a workout that was so intense, it would have broken a normal man like Ross. As Heath made his way to the showers, Ross took the opportunity to quickly swipe the hunk’s gym bag. Ross rummaged through the bag as he ran from the gym. Beneath all the empty protein shakers and musty gym clothes, he found the object of his desire. The keys to Heath’s legendary truck. It was huge, masculine, and complete overkill for a normal college-aged guy, but a titan like Heath simply needed the space. It was well known that Heath would take the hottest chick at any party back to his truck, only for them to limp away hours later with a dazed grin plastered on their faces. Ross knew he could get a decent price for the truck if he managed to get it over state lines.

Ross unlocked the heavy door and pulled himself up into the driver's seat. The rail-thin punk felt tiny in the large leather seat that was clearly made for a much bigger man. The size difference between the two men was so intense that Ross could hardly reach the steering wheel. He fumbled around beneath the seat to find the adjustment, his hand feeling around discarded condom wrappers and half-eaten protein bars. He pulled the seat forward as far forward as it could go before turning the key and starting the engine.

The feeling that Ross felt as he stepped on the gas and the engine roared to life caught him by surprise. He knew it was just a truck, but there was something about being encased in this overcompensating hunk of machinery that made him feel different. It made him feel strong. It made him feel powerful. Ross pulled out of the gym parking lot with a burst of speed, not caring that he cut off a small Prius in the process.

As Ross speed away, the leather of the seat began pulling at the exposed skin on his back. Ross wriggled his slender hips and pushed himself higher in the seat to relieve the tension. After the alterations, he felt slightly hunched over, like the pedals and steering wheel were a bit close, so he set the seat back an extra notch. Feeling a little hot, he also turned up the aircon before he turned his attention back to the road in front of him. That’s when he saw it. The muscles in his normally bone-thin forearm were rippling and flexing under his skin. Shocked, Ross pulled the truck over in a quiet side street.

By the time the truck came to a halt, Ross’ whole body was shifting and changing. Ross gripped the wheel tightly as his bones painfully stretched longer and broader. His muscle fibres tore and flexed as pound after pound of lean mass swelled across his frame. His swelling quads and package forced his legs to adopt a wider stance. His feet swelled in size so much that they now completely obscured the polished metal of the gas pedal beneath them. Finally, Ross tore this shirt off, exposing his newly sculpted torso to the cool air of the car.

As the growth seemed to slow, Ross looked up into the rear-view mirror before gasping. He’d taken more than just Heath’s prized truck. Heath’s handsome reflection stared back at him with steely blue eyes instead of the normal weedy little punk reflection that he was so used to seeing. Soon his hands were roaming over every inch of his new body, feeling the raw power of the muscle that he now possessed including the obscene bulge in his pants.

The feverish self-worship was only interrupted by a call coming over the truck's speakers. “I don’t know who you are, but please bring my truck back, I’ll pay you anything!” a pitched high-pitched voice pleaded. Ross smiled to himself and hung up before firing up the engine once more. With his new physique, he felt much more at home behind the wheel. His movements were much more decisive and commanding. As he pulled onto the highway out of town, he wound down the window and leaned one of his swollen forearms on the windowsill. He loved the feeling of the cool air on his exposed torso. Ross sped off into the distance, ready to start his life as a new man.

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Through The Pain

Christian knew it would be painful. The other nerds had warned him that forcing a person’s soul from their own body would hurt. But Christian wasn’t prepared for the sheer torture that he would feel as he literally tore someone’s essense away from every fibre of their being. It was painful for the other nerds, but Christian had gone for an even bigger target. He was taking the body of Luke, a fellow senior who seemed to spend every waking hour in the gym. The soul sundering process took significantly longer for the over-muscled brute, and Christian was consumed in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last of Luke’s spirit began to fade away along with the searing pain. And in its place, a sense of euphoria. The feeling of release after such an agonising experience, combined with the barrage of new sensations was overwhelming. The soft athletic fabric stretched tight over his new pecs and shoulders. The feeling of innate strength swelling deep within his swollen muscle. The potent cocktail of hormones coursing through his veins. It was all too much. Christian threw his head back and released a rumbling moan as he rode his first orgasim in his new body. His huge arms tensed as they gripped the side of the gym bench, its cool metal warping slightly against his herculean strength. His thick quads flexed and contracted in time with the bucking of his hips as he released volley after volley of Luke’s potent jock seed into his gym shorts.

As he came down from his post orgasmic high, Christian became aware of the silence that had descended over the gym. He hauled himself to his feet and surveyed his kingdom. He stood head and shoulders above the other former nerds that had gathered to watch. The old Christian would have been embarrassed by the attention. But the new Christian relished it. He craved it. With on smooth motion, Christian tore his workout shirt off his body, exposing a  physique developed well beyond its years. The other former nerds were in awe. Sensing his newfound dominance, Christian took his rightful place as the top of the food chain as undisputed alpha.

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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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Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

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Superior

Impossible broad. Freakish. Inhuman. Lee’s mind raced as it tried to comprehend the sheer size of the monstrous back in front of him. The sheer width of it exploded out of the sides of a gym stringer, its thin fabric stretched to breaking point by the sweaty mass that it feebly tried to contain. Slabs of muscle rippled and rolled, their blood-gorged forms fighting for space, as their owner rolled his shoulders back to try and relieve some of the pump he’d built over several hours in the gym.

Men like Rex were just bred differently. With his hulking frame and potent masculinity, he more closely resembled a beast than a man. Men like Rex did not concern themselves with the trivial concerns of lesser men like Lee. They were undisputed alphas living in their own world of muscle, power, and sex. A god like Rex paid no heed to Lee as he tortured his body for hours. Lee had stayed behind long after the other gym goers had fled Rex’s powerful stench and rumbling grunts as he pushed himself through a workout that would break an ordinary man. The only thing that mattered to Rex was the iron - the feeling of blood swelling his muscles beyond their already freakish resting state.

Now he was basking in the fruit of his labours, resting on a bench as his tired muscles twitched and spasmed beneath his thick skin. Even if he wasn’t in such a euphoric state, Rex would have paid no mind to someone like Lee approaching him from behind. What would an alpha predator like him have to fear from a mere mortal?

Lee knew he was breaking every rule in the book, but the urge was just too strong. He'd been so enchanted by Rex since he had first laid eyes on him a few hours ago. That feeling had only grown and he knew if he didn’t take his chance, he’d be a hollow man forever more. Lee slowly reached out his hand towards Rex’s hulking, sweaty frame. His hand paused briefly as he felt the heat radiating off the mass in front of him, the sheer pheromones and stench coming off the man made his eyes water. Lee balled his hand and extended a thumb towards the bulge in Rex’s neck where his two meaty traps met. With a firm push, Lee placed his thumb into the hard muscle, placing pressure on the mind chakra point at the base of the next. Rex instantly froze as he felt a sharp pressure build in his spine.

Although he remained motionless, Rex’s muscles continued to spasm as Lee applied more pressure. For a normal man, that technique would have disrupted his chi for hours, but with a giant like Rex, he probably only had a few moments. Lee’s hands quickly began to roam the giant's figure, feeling the sweaty groves of his muscles. The exploration soon turned into a full-on worship session, Lee tearing off Rex’s singlet and exploring his bulging torso and meaty abs. Lee’s tongue explored the salty sweat on Rex’s chest before he rammed his into the giant’s hairy armpit. As he licked the groves of Rex’s abs, his nostrils caught a whiff of an irresistibly salty-sweat smell. Lee quickly pulled down the front of Rex’s gym shorts, gasping as an 11-inch monster burst free. Like the rest of him, Rex’s cock was huge and thick, somehow perfectly in proportion with his massive frame.  

The end of Rex’s mushroom head oozed precum and his huge balls swelled as Lee gingerly explored the length of his swollen shaft. Somehow, even completely unconscious, Rex’s body still lusted for worship. The giant above him moaned slightly. Lee’s eyes went wide. He’d indulged himself too long. He needed to get away before the giant woke or else he was a goner. But he struggled to pull himself away, mesmerised by the body in front of him. He was compelled to worship the perfect specimen in front of him. 

Rex stirred again. Lee began to panic, his compulsion to flee fighting his lust. Rex’s eyes fluttered a few times. Lee panicked. He couldn’t give up this feeling. He needed it to continue. He quickly reached around behind Rex’s head and jammed his thumb into the mind chakra point once again. With his free hand, he jammed his finger into the tender flesh at the base of Rex’s penis where Rex’s masculine chakra resided. As the giant flinched in pain, Lee closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to Rex’s. 

Rex’s eyes shot open as Lee’s body crumbled to the floor. The giant looked at the young Asian man’s crumpled frame on the ground for a few moments, before his attention was drawn to the sight of his own large, callused hand. Rex curled the meaty appendage into a fist, his eyes following the sprawling web of veins that travelled up his flexed forearm and into his swollen bicep. He heaved himself to his full height, his raging hard-on catching his eye as it stood proudly at a 90-degree angle. Rex gingerly reached down and caught a blob of precum on one of his meaty fingers before bringing it to his mouth. He gingerly licked his finger, his taste buds firing as the salty-sweat flavour filled his mouth. 

Lee began to feverishly worship his new body, running his hands all over his new meaty form. At that moment, he didn't care that he had broken the sacred rights. His huge meaty hands found their way to his raging cock. He didn’t care if the elders would seek to punish him. He furiously explored the length of his shaft, the stimulation overwhelming his sense. He was a god among men now. He let out a guttural moan as he sprayed seed all over his towering form. He’d like to see those lesser mortals try.

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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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Hey guys, this is Ross Jones and I'm the Bodyswap Nerd. As you guys know I took over Nate Hayes' body about a month ago and I’ve been sharing the process of settling into his skin. In today's video, I’m going to run through 5 tips that I wish I knew before I swapped bodies. 

Number 1 - don’t settle for your first mark. Originally I was going to take over the body of Kyle - a guy who bullied me in high school. I thought he was hot shit and would often fantasize about parading around in his tight, athletic body. But then when I turned up at his apartment to complete the swap, his roommate Nate answered the door. I was so set on taking Kyle, that I hadn’t even considered my other options. Nate was an absolute god among men. The prospect of being an amateur bodybuilder was really tempting so I made the last-minute decision to take Nate instead of Kyle. I’m glad I did because being taller, hotter, and more muscular than Kyle will ever be is a massive turn-on. And the results speak for themselves don’t they?

Number 2 - Work on your technique. To take someone’s body, you need to stop them from being able to fight back. Jocks can be pretty mentally disciplined, so the last thing you want to get into is a battle of wills. Which means you ideally want them out cold. I had arranged for sleeping pills to be slipped into Kyle’s lunch that day, but when I decided to take Nate instead, I had to come up with another plan. Luckily an alpha like him didn’t see me as a threat, so when he turned his back on me to see if Kyle was home, I managed to smack him on the temple with the side of my arm. Even the biggest dudes will drop with a direct knock to the head like that.

Number 3 - Act fast - Time is of the essence, and you never know when you might be discovered or your mark comes to. Once Nate crumbled to the floor, I was kind of panicked and didn’t know what to do next. I flipped him over so he was on his front and just froze. It wasn’t until I heard him groaning and coming to that I quickly blurted out the incantation and squeezed his nose with my hand. I could feel him starting to panic so I quickly placed my mouth on his and inhaled as hard as I could. I was worried for a bit when his eyes shoot open, but they quickly glazed over as I pulled his consciousness into my body. If I’d hesitated a moment more he would probably have come and I wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.

Number 4 - Plan for after the swap - The period after the swap can be pretty chaotic. After I exhaled my consciousness into Nate’s body, I woke up with my old body passed out on top of me and I had no clue what to do next. I pulled myself to my feet and quickly got distracted by my new reflection. I was so incredibly turned on by Nate’s body that I ripped off my boxers and jacked off. I was choking my 10 incher so hard that I could probably have started a fire with the friction. 

After a good half hour of flexing and exploring my new body, I had cum so many times that I’d probably go blind in a  few days if I had kept it up. Thoughts began to creep into my mind and I started to panic. What was I going to do with Nate in my old body? How would I get his friends and family to believe I was him?  How much protein did this alpha need to maintain this insane physique? Luckily I managed to stumble upon all of Nate’s workout plans and diaries so I managed to pull it off.  But trust me, you want a plan in advance and do your research.

Number 5 - enjoy the ride - Initially, I was super stressed about taking over Nate’s life and potentially being found out. But then I realised - what did I have to worry about? I’m Nate fucking Hayes. Nate is a total alpha who just wouldn’t care about all the little things I was agonising over. I just relaxed and let myself enjoy the experience. Now I’m way more settled. I love spending time working out at the gym. It's amazing what this body can do during a workout and the pump I get is wild. I’m also way more confident. I get laid all the time and there’s nothing better than hearing someone screaming your name while they cum for the third time that evening. If you do it right, post-swap is pretty sick, so make sure you take time to stop and smell the roses.

So that’s my list of 5 things I wished I knew before I swapped bodies. Hope you all enjoyed it and see you all in the next one!

Nate turned off the camera and quickly posted the video to his TikTok. Instantly his phone lit up with a flurry of notifications. Most were people applauding the fictional character he had created, but there were a select few that hinted at something more. Finally got my swap all planned out, wish me luck - one comment read. Best of luck dude, hope you smash it 💪 - Nate replied back. 

Nate’s friends and family were a little weirded out when he first started posting this body swap content but once they saw his huge following they became pretty supportive.  His phone lit up again as a DM came into his inbox from one of his Patreon supporters. “Hey dude, just wanted to drop you a message to say thanks! Took over my step-bros body today and I guess the results speak for themselves”. Attached was a picture of a stereotypical gym bro posing in the gym, doing little to hide the bulge he had in his shorts. Nate smirked to himself and replied “Nice catch dude - HMU next time you're in the bay area and I’ll give that perky new ass of yours a workout”. 

Nate heard movement coming from the other room. He hauled himself to his feet and made his way over to the bedroom. Even the simple act of getting up and walking across the room excluded masculine power when you were a guy like Nate. The way his huge quads swelled as he pushed himself to his full height. The way his overstuffed package rolled from leg to leg as he walked. The way his meaty pecs bounced with each weighty step. Everything about him oozed masculinity.

As he entered the dimly lit room, Nate saw a figure trying to sit up in the bed. “I see you’re ready to go again Kyle,” Nate said as he flicked on the light. Kyle turned his gaze to the behemoth standing in the doorway, dark bags under his eyes. “I can’t, I’m exhausted” Kyle stammered, his toned muscles lacking their usual fullness. The poor guy hadn’t slept properly in weeks, but Nate needed content. “I’m sorry to hear that,” Nate said as he turned on a go-pro in the corner. 

“You know, I’m just so blocked up and I could really use your help,” Nate said as he massaged his swollen nuts. Nate knew he had to cum at least 4 or 5 times a day or his hormones would get the best of him. Kyle motioned as if he was going to get up and then caught himself. Kyle tore his gaze away from Nate as he slumped back into the pillows. 

Seeing his roommate's momentary break in resolve, Nate knew it was his moment to strike. He raised one of his hulking arms and took a huge whiff of his damp armpit. “Fuck I’m so pumped and sweaty from today's workout, I feel like my muscles are practically bursting out of my skin,” Nate said as he inhaled his potent stench.  In one smooth motion, he used his free hand to pull down the front of his boxers, causing his rock-hard 10 inches to break free. “Fuck yeah, that’s better,” Nate said as he gently stroked his throbbing rod a few times, it's collosal length slapping against his ripped core. Nate's eyes closed as he continued to breathe in the potent scent of his sweaty pit. 

After a few seconds, Nate felt a warm wet sensation on the tip of his cock. He opened his eyes to see Kyle licking the tip of his mushroom head. “Thanks, bro” Nate said as Kyle tentatively took a few inches of his shaft into his mouth. “See dudes, you too could have a sick life like this,” Nate said as he flexed his huge bicep towards the camera, “All you have to do is subscribe to the swappers tier of my Patreon and I’ll let you know the secret to making it happen”. 

Kyle spluttered a few times as he struggled to fit the rest of Nate’s cock in his mouth. “Now sit back and let me show you what you’re missing out on,'' Nate said as he closed his eyes and not so gently forced Kyle down the rest of his shaft. His deep moans were punctuated by the sound of new subscriber notifications filling the air.

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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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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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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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Festival Vibes

“Fuck yea!”, Johnny roared over the noise of the crowd as he struck a double bicep pose. Life was good. The sun was shining, the beats were blasting, and the chicks were banging. And to top it all off he was one fucking hot alpha stud with a cocktail of drugs and testosterone pumping through his veins, and a massive donkey dick swinging in his shorts. He stood head and shoulders above the beta losers around him as girls took turns swinging off his thick biceps. Who would have thought that this would be the life that old bean pole would come to live.

Johnny had been a short, skinny kid growing up. During middle school, athletic kids like Kyle always used to tease him for his smaller size and lack of athletic ability. Things changed in the summer before high school when Johnny had a massive growth spurt. He was now taller than all of his classmates by at least half a foot, a statistic that he would go on to maintain throughout high school. But despite his towering height, Johnny was still as skinny as a reed, earning him the nickname Beanpole from Kyle.

Even with his high school jock physique, Kyle was envious of how Johnny towered over all the other students. This envy manifested in acts of aggression to assert his dominance. He would shove Johnny in the hallway, made sure to tackle him extra hard in gym class, and scare off any students that would dare try and make friends with poor Beanpole.

Most of all, Kyle liked to play practical jokes on Johnny. Things came to a head towards the end of senior year. Johnny was making his way across the quad when Kyle snuck up behind him and pulled down the taller boy's pants in front of half of the student body. Kyle began congratulating himself on another well-executed prank when he realised everyone was watching on in stunned silence.

Kyle looked down to see that Johnny was sporting the biggest cock and balls that he had ever seen. “What the fuck, you freak?” Kyle stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing, turning his back on Johnny. Something primal came over Johnny. A strange feeling of dominance turned his vision red. In one swift motion, Johnny reached down and tugged down Kyle’s shorts. The whole quad burst out laughing as they saw that Kyle was packing a thin stub of a cock. In reality, Kyle was only slightly below average, but in comparison to the monster that Kyle was sporting, he looked like a little boy.

From that day, the dynamic changed. Johnny found himself being invited to all the popular kid's parties. At one of these parties, he found himself hooking up with a cheerleader. One thing led to another, and soon half the party was listening to the cheerleader moan at the top of her lungs as she rode his monster cock. From that day forward, he was no longer Beanpole, he was Big Red. It wasn’t long before he had worked his way through all the hottest chicks in the student body. Everyone wanted a ride on Big Red.

With his newfound self-esteem and social standing, Johnny began to make changes in other parts of his life. He began working out and looking after his diet. By the time he was off to college, he had put on a reasonable amount of muscle onto his tall frame. He loved all the comments he was getting about his size, so he doubled down on his gym routine and began experimenting with a cocktail of hormones during his freshman year of college.

By the summer of his sophomore year, Johnny had grown to 230 pounds of solid muscle, and his ego had grown to match. He had numerous endorsements with supplement brands and was showered in free gym gear from the hottest labels. He had quickly worked his way through all the hottest chicks in his year and had even started on the senior class. At 6’5 he towered over all the other dudes at his college, and he constantly made sure to let them know he was the superior male specimen. If Johnny hadn’t been so self-centered, he may have noticed his attitude has morphed into that of his high school bully’s.

Kyle’s life had changed after that fateful day as well. Word quickly spread of his less than impressive package and it wasn’t long before someone came up with the nickname JellyBean. He instantly dropped to the bottom of the food chain. At the last party he was invited to, he saw Johnny leading his ex-girlfriend away into one of the bedrooms where she proceeded to scream his name for the next hour.

His confidence shattered, Kyle messed up his trial for a football scholarship and he had to get a dead-end job at a factory after he graduated. The work was hard and draining so he came home sore and exhausted. Lacking the motivation to work out, his physique softened and his body grew thick with fat.

One day a picture of Johnny came up on Kyle's Instagram feed. Kyle was consumed with envy as he scrolled through the hunks profile, seeing the incredible life he led. From that night onward, Kyle furiously masturbated to his former classmate, fantasising about how his life could have been different.

One night while browsing the web, he found an old post about astral projection. That night Kyle found himself floating above his body. He panicked as his brain tried to process what was happening. He had somehow managed to astral project. The next few weeks were spent honing his newfound skill until he was eventually able to travel long distances with ease.

Late one night, he managed to get all the way to Johnny’s campus. He floated through the dorm rooms until he found his former classmate's dorm room. And there Johnny was, in all of his naked glory. His frame was so large, that his feet were poking out the bottom of his simple dorm room bed. His muscles were glistening with sweat, and his cock oozed cum as he held a busty brunette against his muscular frame.

Kyle felt compelled to touch the sleeping giant as he reached one of his spectral hands towards the mans hulking chest. His hand glowed as it made contact with the muscle before it began to sink into the bigger man's flesh. Kyle was ecstatic, it was just like in the movies. He would be able to take Johnny’s life for his own. “NO!”, roared a foreign presence in Kyle's mind. He found himself forced out of Johnny’s body and flung back into his own where he awoke with a start.

After reading up online, Kyle realised that Johnny’s will was just too dominating to lose control over his body. Kyle resigned himself to watching Johnny each night, living the life he could have almost had.

That was until the festival. Johnny had stumbled towards a bank of porta-potties to take a slash. All of them were full so he decided to find an out-of-the-way spot where he could take care of business. Due to the cocktail of drugs and alcohol, combined with the scorching heat of the desert sun, Johnny soon found himself losing his balance. The large man slumped against a wall to stop the world from spinning and promptly passed out.

Kyle has just so happened to be watching this scene take place. He floated down to Johnny and inspected his slumbering form. Johnny’s choice of festival attire left little to the imagination. His impressive arms were on show, having turned a light shade of red in the sweltering sun. His muscle singlet had torn slightly around the neck as it couldn’t contain the sheer bulk of his chest. His thick quads burst out of his colourful shorts, the imprint of his monster cock clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Huge calves worked in tandem with his massive feet to support his huge frame. And it was all his for the taking.

Kyle pushed his spectral hand into Johnny’s chest. A familiar force tried to push him out. But this time the force was weaker. “No,” the voice in his head said feebly. Kyle smirked to himself and proceeded to force the rest of the way inside.

Johnny heard the voice again “No stop!”, the voice said, this time in a more panicked tone. Seizing his advantage, Kyle willed his spirit to develop Johnny’s presence. The two clashed in a battle of will, but Johnny in his weakened state was fighting a losing battle. Kyle began to strip parts of Johnny’s spirit. His dominance, his masculinity, his drive, until nothing was left except a defenseless shell. “Please, don’t do this,” Johnny pleaded as Kyle willed his spirit to devour what was left of Johnny’s will.

Kyle opened his eyes and looked down to find a huge set of pecs blocking his vision. It has worked. He was now Johnny. He hauled himself to his feet, momentarily experiencing vertigo as he got used to seeing the world from so high up. He wasted no time exploring his new body, his large calloused hands exploring the sheer volume of each of his pecs and the deep groves of his abs.

Eventually his hands wandered into his overstuffed briefs. He moaned as he squeezed his bull nuts and massaged his colossal cock. “Looks like you need a hand with that,” a voice said. Kyle opened his eyes to find a smoking hot chick had wandered around the back of the building. Kyle smirked to himself. Less than a minute after taking over Johnny’s body and chicks were already throwing themselves at him.

The new Johnny peeled off his singlet, before scooping the girl up in his big arms, and going in for a deep kiss. The girl kissed back as she draped her hands over his huge traps, her thighs resting on either side of his ripped torso. One of her hands pushed its way into his overstuffed shorts, her eyes going wide momentarily as she realised what she was dealing with before she composed herself.

“Think you can take it?” Johnny whispered in her ear as her hands explored the length of his thick shaft, her dainty hand not even close to getting around its incredible girth. Johnny spun the girl around, and pulled down his shorts releasing his python from it’s fabric cage. He paused momentarily, taking in the gravity of the situation. Everything was finally right in the world. The sun, the music, the chicks, the body. He was back to being the alpha he always should have been. He let out a deep rumbling moan as he lowered the chick onto his waiting cock.

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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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For Love

Calm down bro! When I came out on my 18th birthday, you sat me down and told me that I’m still your brother and you’d do anything for me. Well, you may have heard the rumour that Max Hurley is gay. Yes, that Max Hurley, Captain of the football team. Turns out the rumour is true. I was so excited that there was another gay guy at our school, and a fucking hot one as well. But he outright turned me down. Turns out he’s a total sub-bottom that only lets bigger guys top him. With my pathetic twink physique, he practically laughed me out of the locker room. I probably should have been heartbroken, but instead, I was just mad. Mad that the universe sought fit to curse a top like me with this weak ass body. I shouldn’t have to beg the only gay guy in school to sleep with me. He should be throwing himself at me, begging me to fuck him until he’s limping to class the next day. 

But in some sick twist of fate, you’re exactly his type. Instead of lusting over me as he should, he was jacking himself off to you and your alpha body. We’re only a few years apart but you had at least a foot of height on me and 60 pounds of muscle. No wonder colleges tripped over each other to offer you a scholarship. But even with such an alpha body, you acted like a beta. Saving yourself for marriage and all that shit. Those purity rings that you and your girlfriend wear are so fucking lame. 

I was walking past your room the other night and heard you moaning in your sleep. As I crept into your room, I saw your muscular body glistening with sweat and a raging hard-on tenting your sheets. You were biting your lip moaning, practically fucking your blanket, but your face looked so tortured. Whatever dream you were having, you were begging for it to stop, crying that you promised Jessica that you would wait. It was fucking pathetic. I felt all of this anger building inside of me. I put that anger out to the universe. All that power and you were literally sobbing like a little boy in your sleep. It was wasted on you. So somehow I took it.

The tent in your sheets began to wilt away as one began to grow in my shorts. My little dick surged in size until it reached truly monstrous proportions, easily three times the length and girth of my former member. My balls swelled in size, growing huge and heavy as their production of potent sperm and hormones went into overdrive. It was such a rush, standing there with a monster of a cock and a cocktail of hormones flooding through my body for the first time. 

I felt like a man, and soon I would look like one too. It started with your feet. Those wide size 13s that were poking out of the bottom of your bed began to shrink. They retreated back under your sheets as my own feet exploded in size, providing a strong foundation for what was to come. My bones began to thicken and lengthen, while my jawline, cheekbones, and nose became more masculine and handsome. My skeleton was reforming to accommodate the mass that was soon to come. 

Your hard-earned muscle seemed to shrink away into nothing as pound after pound of mass piled onto my frame. Thick veins covered the striated calves that began to jut out from my lower legs. Meaty quads forced me to adopt a wider stance as they piled on layer after layer of thick, feathered muscle. My formally flat ass inflated into a shapely bubble butt that became as solid as granite when I flexed. 

The stubborn layer of baby fat on my midsection parted as row after row of deeply grooved abs forced their way to the surface. Meaty pecs swelled forwards from my chest as solid traps began to form on either side of my thickening neck. My shoulders grew bulky and round as my back grew ever wider. Thick veins snaked down my powerful arms and forearms towards my saucer-sized hands, each meaty limb bigger than my former legs. 

I heard you whimper like the little bitch you were as the last of the masculinity drained from your body. My Adam's apple jutted out as my voice became deeper. Hair sprouted all over my body, a thick coat covering my legs and groin with a lighter coating across my chest and face. Finally, several tattoos etched their way across my forearm and chest. 

I had ascended. I was finally the alpha I deserved to be. And the best part is, I have you to thank for it little bro. You were curled up in your bed, your runty body hunched over in the fetal position, clutching your pathetic excuse for a package while I towered over you, every inch of me excluding power, strength, and toxic masculinity. I squeezed my new hairy nuts and practically came then and there, so I thudded my way back to my room to really get to know this new body of mine.

Now get lost. Max is on his way over and I’m going to breed him like the little bottom bitch that he is. 

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A Different Chris

On Monday, Chris woke up in another man's body. Instead of his normal skinny freshman frame, his heavily muscled form spilled out of his single dorm room bed, his huge feet sticking a good foot out of the bed. Deep panic set in as he scoured the internet looking for answers but finding none beyond the name of the man he now resembled - pro-body-builder Chris Bumstead. After hours of fruitless searching, he drifted off to sleep, computer wrestling on his pec shelf.

On Tuesday, Chris found himself in the bodybuilder’s body still. His increased mass had crushed his laptop in his sleep so there would be no more research today. His hairy armpits stank of sweat and musk so he opted to take a shower, taking the opportunity to explore his new form. One thing led to another and before he knew it, he was furiously pumping his engorged cock as the water poured over his vascular form. Chris came almost a dozen times that day before he dozed off to sleep, his hairy abs covered in his potent seed.

On Wednesday, Chris had run out of food. His new form had an almost insatiable hunger and he had quickly consumed everything edible in his small dorm room. He peeled on the baggiest pair of basketball shirts he owned and a old t-shirt that was both practically skin tight on him. Shoes were not an option with his colossal feet so he went barefoot, his meaty footsteps thudding heavily down the hall. 

He turned many heads as he made his way to the local supermarket, filling his trolley with mountains of protein. On his way through the checkout, the hot checkout operator slipped him his number, causing Chris’ cheeks to turn red - an odd sight on such a mountain of a man. Chris practically sprinted back to his dorm, carrying his heavy haul of food up the 6 flights of stairs with ease as his arms and legs developed a solid pump. The moment he made it back to his room, he dropped his shorts and began pumping his huge cock again, his hormones going wild as he thought about the twink from the store.

On Thursday, intrigued by the pump he developed the day before, Chris decided he was going to go to the gym for the first time in his life. After stopping by the athletic store to purchase some workout gear that would have resembled a tent on his old form, he strutted into his local gym. He started tentatively at first, but he quickly grew in confidence as his body's muscle memory kicked. It wasn't long before he was throwing the heaviest weights in the gym around like they were nothing. 

After several hours, he had developed an insane pump and a potent cocktail of hormones were coursing through his body. He pulled out the boy from the store's number, and within half an hour the two were back at Chris’ dorm with Chris balls deep in the twink's tight hole. The twink might have found it odd that the room was decorated with a ton of nerd-culture memorabilia and photos of some random dude if it wasn’t for the constant waves of pleasure and pain that were coursing through his body as his ass was ravaged by the titan above him. 

On Friday morning, the twink limped out of the dorm in the early hours of the morning, bloated from the amount of cum that had been shot inside of him. When he awoke hours later, Chris slipped on a pair of workout shorts that accentuated his thick quads, perky bubble butt, and obscene bulge. He struggled to get a tight singlet over his head with the limited amount of movement that his swollen upper body afforded him. He loved the way the garment pulled tight across his colossal pecs and how it left his tree-trunk-like arms on full display. Finally, he slipped on a pair of size 14 gym shoes onto his meaty feet and made his way to the gym. 

He ruled the gym. When a group of jocks came in, he purposefully did the same lifts as they did, but with at least twice the weight as the smaller, inferior men, just to put them in their place. He made sure to grunt, and moan as he went through set after set, only pausing to flex his godly body.  All eyes were on him, and many of the gym goers were trying to conceal painful erections in their shorts. Chris was fizzing. His life had changed so much in the past week and he had never felt so powerful, so masculine, so complete. 

That is until he saw a mirror image of himself entering the gym. Panic spread across his face as Chris Bumstead arrived to begin his workout.

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An Upgrade

Sorry for making people wait so long for another story. Needing to work some long hours which really makes it tough to write. Hopefully this one's worth the wait :)

Andre was pissed. He had been out on the town and a smoking hot Russian chick named Sofia had approached him in a bar. Sofina had the type of small, slender, supple physique that drove Andre wild as she pressed herself against his muscular frame caressing his huge pecs. Her hands drifted south, feeling the defined ridges of his abs before drifting lower still. Her eyes bulged as her hand gently brushed his sizable cock, the imprint of his boner clearly visible through his pants. 

After several hours of flirting, Sofia had asked him for a private personal training session. Andre jumped at the chance to spend more time with the bombshell. But his mood quickly turned when he turned up at her house the following morning to find he’d be giving the PT session to Sofia’s significantly older husband Dimitri, rather than her. 

What followed was a grueling half an hour of being forced to pose with the old man while Sofia took photos. “Smile my future muscle man!” she called as her husband gave a thumbs up to the camera with a cheesy grin on his face. Andre stood by clearly pissed with a dark brooding expression on his face. Dimitri had even taken his shirt off revealing his saggy old man body. Both Sofia and Dimitri had pressured Andre to strip off his shirt too, so they could see his muscular torso. If Andre had been alone with Sofia like he had planned, he would have happily complied, but this Dimitri guy was giving him the creeps. 

The old man got increasingly vulgar as time passed. It started reasonably innocently, the old man asking how much he could bench or how big his biceps were but increasingly got more and more out there from “I bet a big young man like yourself beds many many women” to “I bet your large penis would make my wife orgasm many times”. Andre was incredibly uncomfortable with the prying old man.

Eventually, Dimitri snapped - “I’ve got shit to do, so let’s get this over and done with” he grumbled as he not so gently shoved the older man away from him. “Yes, let us begin with the workouts so I can become swole”, Dimitri said, beckoning for Andre to follow. “See you soon my muscle man!” Sofia called as the two men walked away. Dimitri led Andre through the massive house until the two came to a huge home gym. Andre was in awe. The gym was completely kitted out with the latest gym equipment, large floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and a collection of free weights that put the collection at his bodybuilding gym to shame. 

“Where to start muscle man?” Dimitri said gesturing across the large gym. “Some with some basic curls I guess” Andre shrugged. “Many years since I worked out last,” Dimitri said shaking his head confused, “You show me”. Dimitri went and grabbed a pair of hefty dumbells. He grunted as he curled the heavyweights, his biceps swelling in size. “Such power!” Dimitri exclaimed, as he walked around the muscle-bound man, “You would not believe, but I was quite a specimen when I was younger”. Andre's face was red with exertion as he tried to block out the old mans rambling. “I commanded attention, a real man's man”, the old man laughed. “But now I am an old man, I am nothing,” Dimitri said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “the young men plot my downfall and my wife goes unsatisfied”. “What the fuck old man?” Andre said as he paused his exercise to turn towards Dimitri. 

Suddenly Andre felt a pinch in his neck. The heavy weights in his hands clanged to the floor as his body became paralysed. Dimitri came into his view, a thin syringe in his hands. Andre’s eyes were darting across the room, looking for a way to escape as his fight or flight instinct kicked in. “Don't worry son, the paralyze will wear off soon” Dimitri said, a wicked look on his face, “but before, we must get job done”. Dimitri adjusted a large golden ring on his finger as he walked behind Andre. 

The older man reached his hands out towards Andre’s wide back, feeling the ripping muscle under the bodybuilder’s athletic singlet. “So wide, so perfect,” Dimitri said as his hands roamed the expansive back in arching circles, “and to think it will be mine”. The ring on Dimitri’s finger began to glow red, and his palms began to sink into the larger man's back.  

As the older man's hands sunk into his flesh, Andre felt his hands go numb as a foreign presence entered his body. Dimitri on the other hand felt an incredible rush of sensations as the innate feeling of his stiff older hands was replaced by something more powerful. He pushed his arms further into Andre’s back, marveling at the strength he felt overcome him as his feeble sticks were replaced by the feeling of Andre’s colossal cannons. 

“Please don’t do this,” Andre begged. Dimitri snickered, "maybe if you didn't try to fuck my wife, I'd feel sorry for you". With that he closed his eyes and pushed his head and torso into the giant’s back. As his head disappeared into the mounds of flesh, he felt a rush of sensation come over him as the rest of his body was sucked in behind him. Overwhelmed, his head span and he completely lost his balance and fell forwards. Muscle memory kicked in and caught his weight and he dropped to one knee. 

His eyes shot open and his senses were completely overwhelmed with foreign sensations. The feeling of thick, coarse hairs all over his chin and body. The fabric of his singlet pulled tight across his chest. All the sights and sounds of the room come through more vivid and clearer. The pungent, musky aroma seeping out of his pores. The strange sensation of simply taking up more space. It was all so overwhelming.

As he composed himself, he became aware of his impossibly large chest cavity his powerful lungs inhaled and exhaled. He looked down to be greeted by a thick quad, its tremendous size, separation, and feathering hinting at the thousands upon thousands of hours it’s owner had spent in the gym to grow such a colossal muscle. And now it was his.

He pushed himself to his feet, marveling at the raw power in his lower body. He looked down at his thick, calloused hands. His eyes followed the spider web of veins up his meaty forearms, to his bulky biceps and triceps. He flexed his arms slightly, watching his arms explode in size as the muscles expanded and contracted. 

His eyes were drawn to his hulking form in the gym mirror. His athletic singlet was stretched to breaking point by his barrel chest and thick traps. He slowly peeled the singlet off his torso, the sound of several stitches popping under the strain as he struggled to get the garment over his substantial chest and shoulders. 

Demitri paused as he saw his new shirtless form for the first time. Demitri had had a decent solid physique in his youth but his new form was on another level. Every muscle of his torso was thick, swollen, and cross-crossed in thick angry veins from his heavy slab-like pecs to his cobblestone abs and impossibly wide lats. Demitri ran his meaty fingers through the thick pelt of fur that covered his pecs and abs feeling the granite muscle underneath. Catching a glimpse of his massive arms, he couldn't resist bringing them up into a double bicep flex, intoxicated by the strength coursing through his veins.

His eyes were drawn to his colossal quads next, so wide that they forced each other apart. He rolled up the legs of his shorts, exposing more and more of the solid mass. A pang of pleasure coursed through his body as the action of rolling up his short legs exposed the tip of his penis to the cool air of the gym.

Intrigued, Demitri slid down his workout shorts, causing his monstrous package to burst forth, its heavy weight slapping loudly against his thigh. Demitri stood stunned as he gazed upon the monstrous appendage attached to his crotch. It was huge, thick, and angry looking, its solid mass protruding slightly due to the hefty balls it nestled on. He gently reach out and grabbed it with one of his saucer-like hands. Fuck - he was still soft. 

The thought of the power he now possessed sent him over the edge, his hands exploring every inch of his cock as it began to slowly engorge with blood growing somehow even bigger and thicker. Within moments, he was fully hard, his beautiful cock standing slightly less than perpendicular to his body due to its sheer weight. "I’m perfect," he grunted as he took in his hyper-masculine form, a glob of thick pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. 

“Where is my husband?” a voice behind him cried. He turned to find his wife standing in the doorway, a stunned look on her face. “I’m right here babe”, Demitri said, the thick Latino accent feeling strange as it came out of his mouth as he gestured to his body, “I got a bit of an upgrade”. 

Before she could comprehend what was happening Demitiri had scooped his wife up in his arms, her thighs resting on either side of his sculpted torso. Her eyes went wide as she felt Demitiri’s python beneath her. As she gazed into his eyes, a moment of realisation flowed over her as the confused look on her face twisted into one of pure lust. 

She reached up and grabbed him by the neck pulling Demitiri’s lips to hers. They embraced for a few moments, Sofia’s nostrils being assaulted by her husband's new deep musky scent. Demitri's system was being flooded with hormones he hadn’t felt in years. Wild with lust, he tore off his wife's lingerie and lined up his throbbing member with his wife's waiting hole.

He reveled in her screams and he slowly impaled her on his cock. This was the true alpha body he deserved. He would crush the pathetic young men that had tried to take advantage of his advancing years. But first, he was going to fuck his wife so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Sofia let out a high-pitched moan as he thrust himself into her, the first of many toe-curling climaxes she would have that day. 

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Making Coach Proud

“6 foot 4”. Marcus flared his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and stood up as straight as he could. “6 foot 5, I stand corrected,” Coach Peters said approvingly as he marked a series of numbers down on his clipboard. Marcus followed Peters across the room to the scales, his heavy footsteps thudding across the ground. Peters tapped his pencil on the scales. Marcus hurriedly stepped onto the scales, his large meaty feet wrapping around the edge of the metal plate. The scale groaned under Marcus’ weight as Peters adjusted the scale to get an accurate measurement. “280 pounds,” Peters said, a hint of surprise in his voice, “That's 8 pounds up on last month”.

Marcus beamed with pride. 8 pounds was way more than the other boys. Coach would be so pleased. In the 2 years since he had been training with Coach Peters, his physique had grown in leaps and bounds. He couldn’t quite remember what Coach Peters was training him and the other boys for, all that mattered was making Coach proud. Coach Peters just said he was helping him reach his full potential.

When Marcus had first joined the programme, he was an ordinary high school jock. He had had a decent physique, but two years of training with Coach Peters had honed his body into something truly monstrous. He had even begun sneaking in extra workouts early in the morning to grow a lead over the other boys and be the best he could be for Coach.

Coach Peters knew this. All of the boys snuck out to do extra workouts. Anything to please their coach. Anything to grow. It was what Coach Peters instilled in them as part of the programme, and all of his programmes over the years. The boys would hone their physiques to their fullest potential, with an unwavering dedication to their coach, their days filled with long sessions in the gym and protein shakes laced with micro doses of testosterone and experimental hormones. And when their muscles were ripped and swollen, Coach Peters would sell them off to the highest bidder.

But Marcus was something special. He had perfect genetics, able to easily pack colossal amounts of weight onto his tall athletic frame. A natural athlete that would dominate any physical pursuit he put his mind to. His muscle-bound physique was more fitting of a seasoned professional athlete as opposed to an 18-year-old finishing their senior year. A true alpha male. So when the time came for Marcus to graduate from the programme, Peters knew he had to have Marcus for himself.

Marcus was beaming. Once Coach Peters had told him he was graduating, he was filled with pride, even though he didn’t know what he was graduating from. All that mattered to Marcus was Coach’s praise.

Coach Peters led him out of the gym and into a strange room off of Coach’s office. Marcus had passed by the mysterious door daily but had never seen the inside. The boys only entered upon finishing the programme, emerging a short time later to leave the campus forever. Marcus felt Coach must be pleased with him if he was being granted access so ahead of graduation.

Marcus entered the room sideways so he could fit his broad frame through the doorway. The small room was simply furnished with two ornate wooden chairs placed opposite each other. “Strip to your briefs boy” Coach Peter growled as he tapped away on his tablet. Marcus quickly complied, peeling off his tight-fitting shirt and shorts, exposing his insane physique in all its glory.

Coach Peters looked up from his tablet at the perfect incarnation of masculinity in front of him. Every muscle of Marcus’ colossal form was perfectly formed, with huge muscle bellies, serrated muscle fibers, and thick veins crisscrossing his body. Marcus’ chest swelled and compressed with each breath. Marcus was the vision of pure athleticism. Peters’ eyes lingered momentarily on the heavily stuffed pouch at the front of the boy’s briefs before he managed to compose himself. “Sit”, Peters ordered, gesturing to one of the chairs.

Marcus instantly complied, lowering himself into the chair, the wood groaning under the strain of his full weight. He didn’t flinch as thick metal braces clicked into place, securing him into the hard wooden chair. “You’ll feel a small prick, but it’ll all be over soon,” Coach Peters said as he stabbed a small syringe into Marcus’ arm. As the contents of the syringe spread throughout Marcus’ body, his heart rate began to rise.

Suddenly, it was like a fog had been lifted from his mind. He remembered his parents dropping him off on the first day of school, so proud of their son for earning a scholarship to the prestigious football academy. He remembered meeting Coach Peters for the first time, the man's eyes boring into his soul like he was a piece of meat. He remembered being grabbed from behind on the way to class, a syringe being stabbed into his arm. He remembered a feeling of helplessness as he felt his free will disappear every time he saw Coach, being forced to consume colossal amounts of protein and workout for hours on end, his body swelling to his current colossal size. All to please Coach.

Marcus thrashed around in his chair, the solid wood barely holding together against his strength as he thrashed violently. Peters had stripped off his own clothes, revealing his own shorter, dad bod. He jabbed himself with a syringe before sitting in the chair opposite Marcus.

Small gems on the headboard of each chair began to glow. Both men froze, their eyes rolling into the backs of their heads as their bodies stiffened. Marcus roared in pain as he felt as if every fiber of his being was being ripped from his body. Small particles of light began to float off his skin, coalescing in the gem above his head, causing it to glow. The same process was happening with Peters. Both men slumped into their chairs as the flow of light slowed to a stop, leaving the two gems glowing with an intense aura.

Two mechanical arms lowered from the ceiling and proceeded to lift each of the gems out of their respective chairs before slotting them in the opposite chair. Once in place, the light began to pour from the gems, sending particles of pure light across each of the men’s near-naked bodies. In one last dazzling burst of light, the gems reverted back to their original dull state.

Peters slowly began to regain consciousness. He felt incredible. It was like his body was absolutely fizzing with energy. He opened his eyes to see his old pathetic form slumped over in a chair opposite him. A huge smile formed on his face as he looked down to be greeted with the sight of Marcus’ huge pecs, so big that they obscured his view of his lower body.

He flexed his powerful arms and quads, causing his muscles and veins to swell with blood. The feeling of raw power coursing through his veins was intoxicating. With a powerful snap, the metal bands clamored to the floor, resistance proving futile to his superior strength. He stood up out of the chair to his full height, the motion of which gave him a moment of vertigo as he adjusted to viewing the world from over a foot higher than just moments prior. His large calloused hands began to roam his new body, feeling every groove and ridge of his muscular new form.

A tight pain grew in his groin area, the fabric of his briefs struggling to contain his huge balls and growing erection. He tore off the fabric, causing his huge throbbing member to smack against his abs. He gingerly stroked his colossal shaft with his meaty fingers, shuddering the sensation of pleasure coursing through his veins. He had chosen the right mark. Marcus had far and away the biggest of all the boys. A god among men. And now that power was all his.

He looked over at the other chair. Marcus, now trapped in his old pathetic body, looked up at him with a mixture of fear and awe. Peters thudded his way over to his former body, his throbbing cock pointing the way and his massive balls slapping from thigh to thigh as he walked. Marcus gulped as his former body stopped in front of him, his former python inches from his face, thick pre oozing from the tip.

“My body”, Marcus gulped as he looked up at his former form. “This is my body now boy” Peters smiled. “I think an alpha like me deserves it more than a pathetic runt like you,” he said as bounced each of his colossal pecs, “don’t you agree boy?”. Marcus swallowed. “Yes sir, I wasn’t worthy”, Marcus said as he hung his head in shame. Knowing he had disappointed coach was unbearable, the fog having returned to his mind.

Peters grinned to himself. The cocktail of chemicals he had injected into his former body combined with his new body's potent pheramones had made his former body totally submissive. “That’s ok boy,” Peters growled in his new deep baritone “I know there’s a way you can make it up to me”. “Anything” Marcus cried, as he pleaded for forgiveness, beside himself that he had disappointed his master. Coach snickered as he bent down and picked up his former body with ease.

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Thanks Dad!

“Thanks Dad, best term break ever!” Reggie said as he wrapped his arm around his much shorter father’s shoulders. His dad smiled warmly as he stared up at his son's hulking form. At 6-foot-6, it was hard to believe that the giant was his son. But that was exactly what the procedure was for.

When Reggie came back home for his mid-year break, he was prepared for another boring month on the family estate on which he had been raised. Reggie had had an awful time during his first year of university and was struggling to fit in socially with his classmates. In the age of TikTok, it seemed like virtually all his classmates were wanna-be fitness models or bodybuilders. With his short pudgy physique and acne-covered face, Reggie was a social outcast, watching his fellow freshmen's antics from the sidelines. 

Reggie’s dad knew how down his son was, so thanks to a suggestion of a family friend and a few lucrative investments coming to term, he decided to shell out a small fortune for his son to go through a transfermorphic-infusion procedure. Reggie was ecstatic when his father told him. Transfermorphic-infusion was a new medical procedure that allowed for the recalibration of a patient's physical traits by infusing their cells with those of a donor. The result was a transformation for the patient at a fundamental DNA level. For Reggie, this was a chance for him to leave his embarrassing body behind. And he knew exactly who he wanted his doner to be.

Blake was the son of the local high school gym teacher. Although he didn’t come from a wealthy family like the other kids at his private school, he was blessed with incredible genetics, with an insanely well-developed body for his age. His muscular physique and good looks made him a force to be reckoned with both in and out of the gym. Throughout high school, he tormented Reggie and ruled the school as the undisputed alpha. When they finished high school, the wealthier kids like Reggie went on to university, while Blake enrolled in a personal training course and further matured his muscular physique. 

But recently Blake had been involved in a traffic accident and was being sued for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Money that he didn’t have. Faced with being bankrupted, kicked out of his course, and potentially losing his family home, he reluctantly accepted the offer to be Reggie’s donor.

The two laid down on separate operating tables in only their trunks as nurses plugged dozens of needles into each of them. Reggie could hardly contain his excitement as he caught glimpses of Blake’s nearly naked form. The mountain of a man had only gotten bigger since high school and based on the hefty bulge in the front of his trunks, the rumours about his legendary package were true. One of the nurses pressed a few buttons and the machine whirred to life. 

Blake roared as excruciating pain tore through his body. It was as if he was being burned from the inside out. Liquid flowed out of his body into the tubes, which contained his proteins, minerals, hormones, and genetic material. As the extraction continued, his body began to condense in on itself and shrink. 

Blake’s loss was Reggies’s gain. Reggie cried out in ecstasy as the compounds flowed into his body, the cells of his body devouring Blake’s essence. The first thing to transfer was Blake’s impressive height. Reggie moaned as his bones stretched and elongated with sickening cracks. His limbs slowly lengthed giving him an incredibly gangly appearance and as his height edged slightly over 6 foot 6. 

His bones began to thicken and strengthen as he grew broader, his shoulders becoming wider and his chest cavity bigger. His feet and hands swelled with size to support his massive new frame. His facial features became stronger with the development of a wide jaw, strong chin, and masculine nose. 

Once the transfer was complete, Reggie had a truly colossal frame, but he was impossibly skinny, his fat having melted away to fuel the infusion process. Then with a moan, mounds of flesh sprang forth across Regie’s frame. Muscle rippled and twisted in thick layers under his skin, forming heavy slabs across his chest. Thick abs began to bubble to the surface of his midsection, forming a powerful core. Overlapping layers of muscle formed strong, shapely quads. His hands formed into tight fists, the muscles in his arms flexing as they swelled bigger. His forearms grew bigger than many men’s biceps, and his biceps were larger than their heads. Small pockets of fat appeared in select places on his body giving him a full, powerful physique. 

Next came a rush of muscle memory and skills. Reggie marveled as his brain was filled with knowledge of athletic pursuits and working out. His senses sharpened and the world around him became more in focus. 

Finally, Blake’s dominance transferred. Blake felt an innate feeling of superiority as his balls swelled to the size of lemons, his stance forever shifting to accommodate his hefty balls and thick quads. A flood of hormones coursed through his body as a thin layer of body hair sprouted over his body and on his strong jaw line.

Seeing the transfer was a success, the medical staff quickly left the room. Reggie shot up from his table as the wires and tubes popped off his body. The giant lurched over to a nearby mirror as he slowly began to get used to his new larger form. He gasped when he saw what he had become. 

His facial features were still recognisable as himself, but his masculinity had been dialed up to 11. It was as if his childhood of sweats and video games had been replaced by a steady diet of protein supplements and growth hormones. He stared at his much larger hands in disbelief. The power he felt coursing through his body was intoxicating. 

His attention was drawn to his cock, which disappointingly hadn’t grown beyond his previously small 4 inches, even though it was nestled on top of two colossal balls. Something must have gone wrong with the procedure. He tentatively cupped his massive balls marveling at their heaviness. 

Suddenly he felt a pang of pleasure course through his tentacles. Blood began to pump into his penis, causing it to rise to attention. He began to stroke it with one hand, relishing the feeling of it being encased in his big mit while the other continued to massage his balls. His swelling cock reached the size of his former erection, and then amazingly kept on going, becoming longer and thicker. 

Reggie’s strokes became longer and more sensual as his erection seemed never-ending. It slapped against his abs with a meaty thud. Eventually, he struggled to keep his hand around it, so he moved his other hand along the shaft to provide more area of stimulation. As blood continued to rush to his obscene member, gravity began to take hold, causing his heavy cock to rest at a 90-degree angle to the floor. 

Finally reaching full mast, his cock was truly something to behold. It was perfectly proportioned to his huge body, but in absolute terms, it was a monster of a cock with thick, angry veins and a huge mushroom tip. Reggie furiously pumped his new cock with animalistic fervor, before he finally reached climax, spraying volley after volley of thick cum all over the mirror in front of him.

Reggie turned to Blake on the gurney, his semi-hard cock flopped halfway down his leg dripping cum onto his muscular quad. Blake was furiously rubbing his now tiny prick of a cock with his small feminine hands. Reggie smirked at the pathetic display and brought his biceps up into an imposing flex. The former jock let out a squeal and spurted a pathetic load onto his skinny torso. “Guess there’s a new alpha round here now looser”, Reggie said and he towered over the smaller man.

Reggie made a mental note to wire the promised funds to the "victim" of Blake's traffic accident as he reached for his former tormentor's feeble frame.

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Short Story: A Gift from his fans

“Ohh shit” Alex said as a familiar tingling sensation built in his body, causing his muscles to ripple and twitch under his shink. “Dude, another one?” his friend said as he looked on with amazement. Alex closed his eyes as he rode the wave of pleasure, biting his lip and curling his meaty toes inside his trainers. As his muscles spasmed, they pulsed ever so slightly bigger. The sensation gradually subsided and Alex opened his eyes and gave his muscular body a quick once over. “Must have been a big one,” he said as he ran his hands over the curves and ridges of his torso.

“Man, that necklace is insane” his friend said as he watched the unbelievable display in front of him. Alex played with the ornate silver cross that was strung around his thick neck on a silver chain. It was an ancient family heirloom that caused the wearer’s masculinity to grow whenever someone climaxed while gazing upon the wearer. In ages past, the cross had kept Alex’s ancestors slightly ahead of their peers. But in the age of social media, Alex was able to use the heirloom's mysterious powers on a large scale.

Alex ran his fingers through the thick covering of hair on his chest. He’d been pretty hairless up until a couple of months ago. The dark hairs sprouting from his chest and armpits gave him a definitely manly aura. He sniffed his hairy pits and enjoying his manly scent as he massaged his meaty quads. His hands began to wander from his quads to the sizable bulge in the front of his shorts. Growing up, he used to be embarrassed about the size of his dick. But the 8 inch monster he currently had in his pants was something to be admired. He rubbed his mushroom head through the fabric, as he imagined the feeling of growing even bigger.

“You know what?” Alex said as he pulled out his phone “I still need to bulk up a bit more for that wrestling tv show”. Alex flexed his swollen bicep at his selfie camera, and angled it such that the outline of his hard-on was visible in the front of his shorts.

Within a few moments, he felt the tingling sensation return, stronger than ever before. The sheer magnitude of the sensation caused him to release a torrent of cum into his briefs. The swelling of his body accelerated as he heard a moan from the seat next to him. He cracked open his eyes to see a dark spot forming on the front of his friend's pants. His friend blushed a dark shade of crimson, as Alex closed his eyes and rode wave after wave of pleasure as his post begain to go viral.

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