Thanks For The Muscles Mum!

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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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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The Last Kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A 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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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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