Short Story: Always Read The Contract

Short Story: Always read the contract

How are you holding up man? Daniel said, not taking his eyes off his phone. “I’m feeling a little woozy bro,” Geoff replied, swaying slightly on his stool. Daniel chuckled to himself as he put his phone down and inspected the gradual changes occurring in his body. His pecs were beginning to jut out from his chest and his arms were beginning to take on some definition again. “Having your muscle drained out of your body will do that” Daniel replied as he massaged his growing muscle tits. Shit, his pecs were already bigger than from his previous procedures and Goeff had so much more to give. Anxious to see the final results, he flicked the iv bag a few times, speeding up the flow of potent liquid into his veins.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of his body growing larger, taller, and more muscular with each passing second. “But it’s only for three months right?” Geoff asked, concern in his voice as his physique drained through the iv line in his arm. He had agreed to loan his mass to Daniel for a handsome fee, but seeing the last few years of gains vanish down the line in his arm suddenly made everything very real. 

“Sure, mostly,” Daniel said with a smirk on his face as he palmed the growing bulge in his shorts. Geoff was correct that Daniel would only have his size for a few months, but after Geoff's size faded from Daniel's body, it was lost to Geoff forever. And any gains that Daniel managed to make with his temporary size and strength boost would be permanent. And with Geoff’s physique, Daniel was sure he would be able to make some insane gains before his borrowed strength faded.

He opened his eyes to find his lower half obscured by his new huge pec shelf. Daniel chuckled to himself as he realised he had now surpassed his doner in height and mass. And this was only the first bag. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. He only needed to convince a few more gullible bodybuilders to let him ‘borrow’ their hard-earned gains until he would permanently have the godly physique that he craved.

“Hey man, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Geoff said as he pawed feebly at the line in his arm. “Ohh I think you’ll be staying for the whole procedure,” Daniel said getting out of his chair to stand over his helpless doner, his body swelling with every step he took. Daniel towered over Geoff, his meaty hands placed on his hips to show off his swollen pecs and biceps. “You see we have a contract, and I have every intention to enforce it.”

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Short Story: Wasted Potential

Ding! Asher paused his video game to check his phone. It was an alert from Instagram saying that one of the hulking bodybuilders he followed had a new post. Asher clicked on the notification and greeted a photo of Lukas, a European fitness influencer, trying to hawk some vegan protein powder. Asher sighed. He should have unfollowed Lukas years ago. The handsome Norseman had started out promisingly, building a solid amateur bodybuilder physique. But that all changed after his first competition when he got a new girlfriend and adopted a vegan lifestyle. In the following years, his physique diminished from one of a promising young bodybuilder to that of a toned model. Sure he was attractive, but in Asher’s eyes, Lukas had squandered the gift that he had been given by not living up to his potential.

Asher hastily typed out a Reddit post lamenting the Lukas of old and how veganism was ruining bodybuilding. Satisfied with his work, he passed out on his bed watching Netflix.

Asher awoke the next morning to a feeling of heaviness as the sun shone through a crack in the curtains. As his eyes adjusted, he realised his surroundings didn’t match those of his bedroom. From the little light in the room, he could see a bedroom in disarray. The walls were plastered with images of classic bodybuilders and workout routines. Dirty gym attire and empty protein shakers littered the floor. In the corner sat a stack of hex dumbbells and empty containers of whey protein powder. “Where the hell am I?” Asher said, the foreign tilt to his voice surprising him and he instinctively grabbed his throat. He looked down and noticed a meaty forearm where his previous flabby one used to be. As he slowly lowered his arm from his throat, his gaze followed the muscular forearm, up to a sizable bicep, with a single prominent vein running its length. “What the fuck?” he said, marveling how the arm flexed as he moved it.

He heaved himself up out of the bed and was momentarily caught off guard by a sense of vertigo. Walking slightly shakily, he crossed the room to where a large mirror hung, his foot steps heavier than normal. He gasped as he saw his reflection. Staring back at him was Lukas. But not the Lucas he was used to, Lucas at his prime in 2016. He lifted the white singlet that was hugging his body, revealing a solid six-pack followed by two square pecs.

While taking in the physique in front of him, he noticed the tip of a fat cock poking out the bottom of the gym shorts. He hastily dropped pants, his new rock cock smacking against his abs with a thud. As one hand explored his new physique, the other reached for his new package. His strokes were short and furious at first, his hands accustomed to working with a significantly smaller tool. But he slowly got used to the length of his new monster, and the strokes became longer and more sensual, his body temperature increasing in his aroused state. Precum leaked from the tip of his pulsing member as his body began to glisten with sweat. He loved the way his muscles rippled as he used both hands to pump his new cock. He marveled at the man he know was now, and dreamed of the man he would become. With one last pump, his dick erupted all over his reflection in the mirror.

2022

Asher had just finished his workout. His huge pecs were so pumped that the bands of his singlet were straining to contain the bulk of his chest. He pumped his arms, relishing at the feeling of blood rushing to his huge cannons. 6 years of pumping iron and fueling his body with huge amounts of protein and hormones had turned his body from an amateur bodybuilder to a hulking heavyweight.

He surveyed the gym looking for a plaything to take back to the showers. Man or woman, he wasn’t picky. When you have this much testosterone coursing through your veins, you just had to get your rocks off.

He spied a cute twink over at the reception desk. He strutted over, making sure his massive quads forced his package to strain against the front of his shorts, the outline of his cock clearly visible as it swung side to side with each step.

As Asher approached the counter, he saw the twink's nostrils flare as he was hit by the stench of Asher’s own manly scent. The twink's eyes showed a mixture of fear and lust as they darted across Asher’s hulking form, trying to sear as much of the adonis into his memory as he could.

“Protein shake?” the twink croaked as he shakily handed Asher a shaker, “on the house!”. “That’s sir to you boy”, Asher rumbled in his deep baritone. “He took a long dreg of the brown liquid before spitting in on the floor. “What is this shit?” the hulk demanded. “The latest pea protein on the market sir,” the twink said shakily, trying to avoid incurring anymore of the titan's wrath. “I don’t want none of that vegan hipster shit” Asher spat. “It’s specially formulated to promote clean muscle growth” the twink replied remembering the tagline of the product.

Asher smiled. “Do you think plants built this?” he said as he flexed one of his colossal arms, the peak swelling larger than the twink’s head. “What about these?” he said as he bounced each of his swollen pecs. “Or these?” he said as he lifted his singlet exposing his powerful core. The twink moaned as climaxed from the display of raw power in front of him. Knowing he had caused this twink to cream himself without touching him was a massive turn-on for Asher. He adjusted his stance to make room for the rapidly hardening monster between his legs. ”Meet me in the showers in 2 minutes,” Asher smirked as he turned his back on the embarrassed clerk. “It’s just too easy” he chuckled to himself as he strutted towards the locker room.

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Short Story: Regifting

“Thanks so much for the shorts bro, they’re easily the best present I’ve ever received”, Doug said, as he relaxed his body by the pool. Cory couldn’t believe he had been so stupid.

Earlier in the day, his dorky flatmate Doug had surprised him with a container of expensive protein as a Christmas gift. Cory didn’t really think they were close enough to be on gift-giving terms, but not wanting to appear ungrateful, he quickly rummaged through his bag to find something to give to his skinny flatmate. Folded in the bottom of his bag was the pair of gaudy pink shorts that his father had given him for Christmas the day earlier.

Cory was the youngest of a family of hulking athletic men. He assumed that one day, his superior genetics would kick in and turn his body from a toned, athletic physique into one that was absolutely massive. It was Christmas day, and to Cory’s horror, his father had gifted him a pair of skimpy pink gym shorts. His hulking brothers acted as if it was the best present in the world, cheering and slapping him on the back with their huge hands to congratulate him on his present. But it was all lost on Cory. Why would he want some gross pair of pink shorts? Cory pulled out the shorts and threw them at Doug “Merry Christmas man, sorry I didn’t get round to wrapping them”.

“These are great!” beamed Doug as he admired the shorts, “I’ll throw them on and we can go for a swim”. Cory was relieved his deception had gone unnoticed. As Doug went to his room to get changed, Cory pulled out his phone and noticed there were dozens of confusing messages in his family group chat. Did you try them on yet? How did it feel bro? I remember when Dad gave me my stringer, it was sick! Make sure you send us an after picture big guy! “What are they on about?“ he said to himself as he scrolled through the chat.

The sound of heavy footsteps pulled his attention away from his phone. Had someone broken into the apartment? He rounded the corner to smack face-first into a pair of meaty pecs. Dazed, he looked up to find a smirk on Doug’s goofy face. Wait, why was he looking up? His view shifted down to see that Doug’s head was attached to a wide neck, flanked by impossibly thick traps and shoulders. Moving down, a huge chest and lats forced massive arms away from a ripped torso, each brick hard and clearly defined. Meaty thighs tightly filled out the pink pair of gym shorts, exposing the outline of a sizable bulge, the tip of which poked out one of the leg holes. Thick calves and huge feet rounded out the colossal figure in front of him.

“Cory, Cory!”. Doug snapped back to the present, greeted by the sight of Doug flexing his traps on the side of the pool. “As I was saying, it turns out that chick from the apartment across from ours is a real size queen, just seeing my package made her so wet, she practically slipped over as she dragged me into the pool shed!” Doug laughed, causing his pecs to bounce and flex. Cory still couldn't believe what happened. “Hey bro, I think I’m going to need that protein back”, Doug rumbled in his deep baritone “it was a gift from my sister, and it feels bad to regift a present from family!”

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Short Story: Distilled Strength

Keith was livid. Brett, a wannabe fitness model, had humiliated him by stealing the smoking hot chick that he had been chasing for months. Brett had followed Keith around the gym for his entire workout, smashing all of Keith's mediocre lifts, proving how much more of a man he was. Keith’s slim yet toned body proved to be no match for Brett's more muscular physique. It wasn’t long before his crush was hanging off Brett's muscular figure, stroking his pecs and reaching her slender hands into his shorts.

Keith had had enough. He stormed into his apartment and pulled an almost full vial of clear liquid from the back of his kitchen cupboard. He had planned to consume the liquid slowly over many months, so the changes would be gradual and less suspicious, but in his rage, he removed the cap and drank what was left in the vial. The taste of raw sweat filled his mouth as he swallowed the potent liquid. A horrible pain filled his entire body, as his veins began to pulse angrily.

After several agonising moments, waves of pleasure began to cut through the pain, causing Keith to moan in ecstasy. His feet burst from his trainers as they doubled in size providing a solid foundation to his calves which swelled bigger than most men's arms. His quads grew thick slabs of muscle, forcing him into a wide stance as they fought for space. His growing quads forced his package forward as it surged past its previous fully erect size. His balls swelled in size and began pumping an intoxicating cocktail of hormones throughout his body as his previously flat ass grew into a perky muscle shelf.

His back grew wider, pushing his arms away from his sides as his lats flared larger. His core tightened into a series of deep ridges and valleys. His chest grew outwards, forming two huge mounds of muscle that heaved with power as they pumped oxygen through his growing frame. His hands balled into tight fists as his arms exploded, the muscle bodies of his biceps growing full and hard. His shoulders swelled with size, and huge traps soared upwards causing his frame to grow wider to accommodate all the layers of thick muscle. His high-pitched moans turned into a rumbling roar as his neck grew thicker and his voice adopted a rich bass.

The bones on his face began to rearrange, causing his baby fat to give way to a strong jaw and high cheekbones that gave him model good looks. All the blemishes and scars on his skin began to fade as it adopted a healthy natural glow. The hair on his head thickened and took on a sun-kissed shine, as his pores began to emit a pheromone-filled mix that smelled of musk and coffee.

As the changes began to subside, Kieth reached one of his saucer-sized hands into his pants to feel his new cock. With one hand Keith stroked the length of his erection, while his other squeezed his nuts, precum lubing the length of his shaft. His new cock had to be at least double the length and girth of the pathetic dick that he had felt this morning. He roared as he reached orgasm, every muscle pulsing bigger one last time, as a light dusting of hair spouted across his body.

Keith explored his new hulking physique, noting that he now easily outsized Brett. In fact, he must be the biggest guy in the entire gym now. And if someone managed to surpass him, he could always just distill their essence into another vial, just like he had done with the previous top dog at the gym.

Keith pulled on a 3XL singlet and a pair of workout shorts that he had been saving for later in the year, relishing in how he filled out fabric that previously billowed off his body. Returning his attention to the vial, he noticed there was a small amount of liquid left in the vial's dropper, perfect for giving him a pre-workout boost. He squirted what was left in the dropper into his mouth, before leaving to take his rightful place as the gym alpha.

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Balancing The Scales - The Pendant (Part 2)

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Present day

Clint was making his way home after a long day at work, his body sore from the day's labour. He longed for the days where his job as a tradesman was just a front that had been set up for him by the Man in Black. After the procedure, the man dressed in black gave him a new backstory with a fit wife who had been through a similar procedure. He would laze around all day, working out, posting queer bait pictures to instagram, and most importantly spouting on about conspiracy theories and quotes about being a real man any chance he got. And in return for his work, regular checks arrived keeping him flush with cash.

But after the election, the checks stopped coming. He kept up his usual posting routine, but soon he had to turn back to tiling to pay the bills. As Clint gripped the steering wheel, he inspected his muscular forearm. His enhanced body required so much protein to maintain his mass that he was afraid he’d begin to lose his physique if he couldn’t find some cash. His posts had become more and more nonsensical as his situation worsened and he turned to shady deals selling videos of him wrestling other men on the internet.

Clint pulled his truck up to his local gym, hoping a solid workout would perk him up a bit. The gym was the only real place where he felt in control these days. As he made his way across the gym floor, he felt numerous pairs of eyes taking in his hulking form. The high-cut gym shorts and muscle tank that he was wearing did little to hide his godly physique. Buoyed by the attention, Clint made an effort to stand up straight and puff his chest out to give his admirers a better show as he strutted towards the free weights. To Clint's annoyance, some twink was already there, struggling with the lightest weights in the gym, his clothes draped off his unnaturally skinny body.

“I think you’re done here kid,” Clint said as he grabbed two of the heaviest dumbbells in the gym, shoving the much smaller man out of the way. The smaller man fell to the floor, but Clint didn’t pay him a second thought. He was far too engrossed in his workout. Despite having this body for several years now, it was still such a rush to workout. It was like his body craved being put under the stress of a heavy lifting session. Clint was transfixed at the way his hulking body moved as he curled the heavy dumbbells. It was almost orgasmic for him. He felt his member begin to chub up slightly in his shorts.

For the next hour, Clint pushed his body through a grueling workout. Upon finishing his last set, he dropped his weights back on the rack, and closed his eyes, his head tilted towards the ceiling. He loved the feeling of post-workout bliss. The feeling of his sweat-soaked shirt hugging his body. The feeling of his pumped muscles twitching under his skin. The feeling of blood coursing through his swollen veins. He felt his cock harden further down the leg of his shorts. He peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, revealing his incredible torso, pumped and swollen from the workout. He began inspecting his flawless form in the gym mirror. “Could I be any more perfect,” he muttered to himself.

He felt a cool breeze as his dick approached full hardness, the tip beginning to surge past the leg of his shorts. “Down boy,” he laughed to himself, “just wait till we get home to the wifey”. He made his way across the gym floor, making sure to give his fellow gym-goers a good show of his sweaty, swollen form before tossing his gear in his truck and starting his journey home. The workout had helped take his mind off things, but the feeling of doubt that lingered on the periphery of his mind began to ebb once more.

As Clint pulled onto his street, he realised that a familiar black SUV was parked in his driveway. A wave of relief washed over him. The man in black must be finally reaching out to him! He parked his car and heaved his huge frame out of his truck. With his wide stride, it only took him a few steps to reach the car. Clint paused as he approached. Something was wrong. The door to the SUV opened revealing a man dressed in white. “Hello Clint” he said chillingly. Fear and panic sent adrenaline coursing through Clint’s veins. He turned and bolted away from the man, only to be grabbed by a dozen other men in suits and dark sunglasses. Clint’s muscles bulged as he wrestled for his life against the men, but he was simply outnumbered. “Take him inside” the Man Dressed in White ordered. The men bundled Clint inside as he howled and struggled.

Once inside, the men pushed Clint to his knees and bound his hands behind his back. “What are you going to do to me?” Clint asked. “Why we’re going to right what has been wronged Clint,” the man dressed in white said, “Do you ever think about the two men you cheated to get that body?. “Why would I?” Clint spat. “Well one of the men was tragically beaten to death by a homophobe after the agency released him while the other man was sold as a sex slave” the Man Dressed in White explained. “So, the queers deserved it” Clint spat again, his voice thick with malice.

The man dressed in white gestured to someone behind Clint. In walked the slender twink from the gym, his head and shoulders hunched. The twink looked at Clint with a mixture of lust and hate. ”Don’t you recognise him Clint?” the Man Dressed in White exclaimed as he pulled a small silver ring out of his pocket, “This is Shayne. We managed to rescue him off a drug lord in Mexico and tonight, we are going to balance the scales”.

“No, you can’t take my muscles”, panicked Clint. “Oh no Clint, we will be taking much more than that” explained the man in white. “You see, you have such a following on social media, your disappearance or sudden loss of size would fuel the fires of conspiracy”. “I’ll do anything, please don’t change me back,” begged Clint “I was nothing before!”. “Ohh Clint, you will be doing more than you know to right the wrongs of the agency”. “Place your hands on his temples Shayne” said the Man in Dressed in White. Shayne came and kneeled in front of Clint before reaching out and placing his small hands on Clint’s temples. He licked his lips as he felt the heat radiating off Clint's golden skin.

The Man Dressed in White placed the silver ring on Shayne’s finger. Suddenly Shayne’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He sighed as his head slumped forward and a cloud of smoke escaped his mouth. The cloud began to float towards Clint. Panicked, Clint held his breath and thrashed against his bindings. “Ohh Clint, even with all your godly muscles, you’re still human so you’ll need to breathe eventually”.

Clint’s vision began to blur as the lack of oxygen began to take a toll on him. His veins began to pop as his muscles demanded he take a breath. A thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin. He couldn’t go any longer, and he was forced to take a long deep breath, pulling the smoke into his lungs. The last thing Clint remembered was a wave of weakness washing over him before everything went black.

Clint woke up a few minutes later with his face on the floor. His whole body ached. He went to push himself up off the ground when he noticed small, slender hands instead of his usual calloused mitts. Panicked, looked down and saw a pale and impossibly thin body. He began to go into shock. “Looking for these” said a deep voice rumbled. Clint looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a naked version of his former body looking back at him, flexing his huge biceps, and proudly showing his rock hard 10 inch cock as precum oozed from its tip. “This is such a rush,” the man exclaimed as his hands explored whis swollen new form, “I never had this insane size before”. The man's hands came to rest at the base of his throbbing cock. He shuddered as he ran his hands along the length of his thick shaft to his sensitive tip. “Let’s see what this monster can do,” the imposter said, his voice thick with lust as he walked slowly towards Clint.

The Man in White watched on, pleased with his work. But this was just one of the many wrongs that the agency and the man in black had made. He had more work to do.

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Short Story: What's Got Into You?

“Holy shit man, this feels so good!” Luke says as he loads another 45-pound weight onto the already loaded bar. Grinning ear to ear, he lowers himself onto the bench of our basement gym and proceeds to pump out rep after rep. “It’s like my muscles are trying to burst out of my skin!” he says as he wracks the weight and begins to feel up his swollen pecs.

Luke was usually a bit of a show-off (you would be too if you were a college athlete with the physique of an amateur bodybuilder) but this was too far even for him. “What’s got into you bro?” I question. “What do you mean, this is the best fucking day of our lives” he laughs, “These bodies are the shit!”. “These bodies?” I ask concerned.

A dark look comes across his face momentarily before returning to his normal carefree look. “Sorry bro, my head’s a bit fuzzy after that intense set” he apologises as he bends down to get something out of his bag. “No sweat man,” I say as I turn to begin my own workout. Suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind and a cloth press to my mouth. I try my best to break away but my vision quickly turns to black.

I wake up to the sound of grunting. As my vision clears, I see Luke working out shirtless, the same amazed grin on his face as before. “Ohh good, you’re awake,” I hear a familiar voice say. I look up see my doppelganger towering over me. I look at my own body and realise that my previously tall muscular form has been replaced by a thin pale figure. “Looking for this”, my imposter says as he puts his hands on his hips and flexes his ripped core.

“Come on bro, let’s get you sealed in there,” Luke says as he makes his way over from the workout machines. “I’m going to enjoy this,” my former body says as he pulls down his gym shorts exposing my former cock. He tugs himself a few times as it surges to its full length, before positioning it inches from my face. I had never realised how intimidating my fuck stick was from this angle. “Open wide,” my doppelganger says as he playfully slaps my face a few times.

Overcome my strange sense of lust, I wrap my mouth around his mushroom head. “I know that mouth and you can do better than that,” he laughs as he grabs the back of my head and forces me further down his shaft. I cough and splutter as he begins to fuck my face. “Fuck this is hot,” Luke says as he stands nearby, playing with his own swollen member in his shorts. “FUCK YEAH” my former body roars as he blasts thick ropes of cum down my throat.

“It’s so much better with a real man's cock” he says excitedly as he turns to Luke, whipping a glob of cum from his oozing cock all over my face in the process. “Fuck yeah man, now let's see what these bodies can do,” Luke says as he grabs my former body by it's hips and bends him over. I watch on for hours as the two titans fuck and explore their bodies. I only snap out of my haze when the basement door opens to reveal Max, the starting linebacker. “I see you boys got started without me”, he smiles as he begins to strip down.

Unbeknownst to the four men, a shady figure watched from the shadows. The man dressed in black was pleased with his work.

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