What You Wanted

What You Wanted

Richard wanted to better himself. At first, as a wide-eyed new freshman, he was looking to make a change. Having always been more nerdy and unathletic, Richard prioritized his studies rather than his physical fitness growing up. But after years of fearing the gym, he took his first step. And the rest was history. He grew lean with muscle and learned the ins and outs of the gym routine. He found a gym buddy and quickly climbed the social hierarchy. Smart, fit, and now entering his junior year- he was living his best life.

“Richard!” Thomas’s nasally voice cut through the air, “Are you even paying attention?” Beady eyes narrowed behind his thick rimmed glasses.

Richard shrugged, “Sorry, I must’ve zoned out.” He was thinking more about his gym session earlier that day instead of paying attention to whatever nerdy movie Thomas picked, “I’m just not feeling it today.”

Richard and Thomas were friends since middle school. Both unapologetically nerdy, each surviving their fair share of bullying. But while Richard’s interests in fitness blossomed, Thomas remained entrenched in all things nerdy.

“You’re never feeling it anymore.” Thomas lamented, “I’m worried about you.” He looked at his friend closely, “Are you becoming like them? One of those stupid, smelly meatheads?” Richard knew Thomas never approved of his new friends- especially since many of them gave off the same vibes as their former bullies.

“Thomas, look.” Richard started, “I just... We’re obviously very different people now.”

“Not true! We both study Biochemistry! We’re both applying to graduate school in a few months!” Thomas interjected.

“Yeah, but Thomas, I’ve changed. I don’t really like superheroes and Battle Monsters and all that stuff anymore.” Richard sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I mean, its fun from time to time, but you’re obsessed with it.”

“Obsessed?”

Richard nodded, “Look, I need to get going. I have an exam.” He grabbed his backpack and started towards the door.

“Is that how it’s going to be?” Thomas yelled, “So you think you’re better than me too? Just like all those stupid jocks, right?” Thomas continued, “Fine, if you want to be a stupid, smelly jock so bad, go for it! Don’t come crying to me!”

“Whatever.” Richard said, “See you around.”

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Richard worked through his thermodynamics exam with ease. It became such a mindless activity that his thoughts wandered to Thomas. They had been close for years. And Thomas gave him an outlet for some of his more nerdier interests. Sure, he wasn’t as interested in all that nerd stuff like he was back in middle school, but Richard did value the time he spent with Thomas. He frowned. Maybe he was just a bit too harsh.  He’d apologize once he got done with his exam. But as he continued to write down the answers to these complex questions, he felt something welling up from within him. Something physical... something...

BUUUUURRRRPPPPP

Richard’s eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth. He felt his cheeks flush red and looked around the room, noticing a few looks of disgust, as well as a few snickers from some of his classmates.

“Richard?” The professor said, looking up from her book.

“Yo, my bad dude.” Richard’s eyes widened, as did the professor’s, “Whoa, brah! Didn’t mean to say that!” His face reddened even more.

“Richard, please focus on your test.” She said sternly.

He nodded, trying to tune out the snickers from his surrounding classmates, ‘What the fuck was that?’ He thought to himself, trying to regain his composure, ‘Okay... just focus.’

But as he stared at the problems on his exam, he noticed small drops of water appearing on his paper. He raised an eyebrow as more drops appeared on his test, smudging his work.

“What the...?” He whispered, “Sweat?” He rubbed a hand across his forehead, “What the fuck?” He said aloud, again disrupting the class.

“Richard!” The professor slammed her book down.

“Dude, just back off.” Richard snapped back. He heard a few audible gasps from his fellow students and his face flushed red, “Bro, that came out wrong. I don't get why I'm sounding like this, bro.” His face flushed red again and he suddenly stood up and headed towards the door, “I gotta take a breather.” He said. But as he approached the door he could feel the same heaviness in his stomach, “No, no no... buuuuuuuuurrrrrpppppppp.”

He slammed the door behind him, and fled from the classroom.

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Richard walked across campus as fast as he could. He needed to get back to his apartment as soon as possible. Or maybe to a doctor. But wherever he went, he just needed to be somewhere private. The young man wiped some sweat from his brow and cringed.

“No way dude, I’m like a waterfall.” He whispered, “Oh fuck, look at my pits.” Dark pit stains rapidly formed beneath his arms and continued to grow larger. Richard stopped in his tracks and raised his arms, taking a deep whiff of his own stench, “Huhuhuh that’s ripe, dude.” He chuckled to himself. It was the judgmental stares of nearby students that broke him out of his train of thought, “I’m sorry!” He whispered, blushing deeply, “I didn’t mean to... burrrrppppppppp.” His face reddened even more.

“Haha nice one bro!” A nearby jock laughed.

“Yeah dude! Been dropping bombs all day.” Richard replied with a grin. He quickly shook his head and ran towards his dorm room, ignoring the jock's attempt for a fist bump.

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Richard slammed the door to his dorm room shut and threw his backpack across the room. At this point, he didn’t know what to do. His shirt had soaked through from his sweat and a new manly musk was clinging to his sweaty body.

“Okay, I just gotta go to an urgent care.” Richard whispered.

He walked over to his dresser to change his shirt, and he quickly stripped out of his soaked t-shirt. But when he looked down at his body, something wasn’t right.

“Yo dude, since when did I get abs?” Richard mumbled, “Oh shit, look at my boulders.” He rubbed a hand across his large shoulders, giving them a squeeze and chuckling dumbly, “Huhuhuh why do I need a shirt?” He flexed his bicep and watched as it bulged with strength, “Woah fuck look at that!” He watched as his bicep seemed to get a bit larger too, “Dude... that’s buuuuuuurrppppppp.” Richard chuckled, “Fuckin’ new protein powder. Makin’ my gassy as fuck.”

His plans to visit an Urgent Care were quickly leaving his mind. Instead, he continued to focus on his various poses, and amused himself with each growing muscle. Richard walked over to the couch and fell back onto it, grabbing his phone and posting a new picture of himself on his social media. All the white, he absentmindedly scratched as his massive chest, which was starting to sprout a light dusting of hairs. He grinned as various likes started appearing on his picture, and he felt his cock start to grow. He grabbed his massive cock and started stroking it, moaning with each tug.

“Fuck yeah.” He moaned, “Fuck people would be lucky to ride this dick.” He grinned, “Dick’s dick huhuhuh.” A knock at his door broke his concentration and he groaned with disappointment. His cock remained tented in his pants, but he didn’t care. He opened the door, casually scratching his hairy pit, “Oh fuck, Thomas dude! What’s up?”

Thomas grinned, “Richard?” He asked, “Wow.”

“Impressed broski? And don’t call me Richard. More of a Richy.” Richy grinned, “Come in, bro! Look, I’m like totally sorry about earlier. All that nerd stuff that you like. Didn’t mean to be a dick about it.”

“You don’t have to worry, Richy. You made it quite clear that you’re not a nerd anymore.” Thomas chuckled, “You wanted to be a stupid jock, well now you are.” 

Richy raised an eyebrow, “Stupid jock?” Something about that wasn’t right. Stupid jock? The words kept echoing in his head, “Stupid jock?” He repeated again, scratching his head, “That’s not... I...” Richy grabbed his head and looked at his friend. For just a second, the dull, dumb look in Richy’s eye was replaced by a knowing intelligence. A horrific realization evident in them. But it quickly lost its spark and his eyes dulled, “Huhuhuh yeah, I guess I’m pretty stupid. But doesn’t really matter when you’ve got this.” He grabbed his bulge and smirked, “Dude, you see that pic I posted? You think I could make it on OnlyFans?”

Thomas nodded, “Yes, I think you could. But I ought to go.”

“No wait bro!” Richy said, blocking his path to the door, “I mean... I know you always say you hate jocks. But its ‘cause you’re into us, right bro?” Thomas’s face reddened, betraying his secret, “So like...” Richy smirked and walked up to Thomas, who’s own khakis were now tented, “You wanna star in my first OnlyFans vid?”

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Richy stretched his hands above his head and sniffed his ripe pits. His dick twitched at the smell and he grinned. It’d been a few weeks since he posted his first video to OnlyFans. And yet here he was again, rewatching his first video: “buff jock fucks gay nerd.” Without fail, it always made his dick hard. And even though he posted several more videos since then, he always found himself coming back to this one. But even a masterpiece gets dull and Richy pulled out his phone. He ignored several horrified texts from his parents asking why he dropped out of school, as well as deleting multiple invites to interview for grad programs, whatever those were. Instead he found Thomas’s contact info.

“Hey bro.” He messaged, “Be at my place ASAP.” He took a quick selfie and threw in a few eggplant emojis to get his point across.

Afterwards, he tossed his phone somewhere on his bed. He didn’t need to see Thomas’s response. Sure he was stupid, be he did know one thing. No one, especially not Thomas, could resist this dick. And the knock on his door not even ten minutes later was all the confirmation he needed.

Coach's Favourite

I can’t fucking believe this.

Jack had never been so humiliated in his life. He’d have thought that years of being bullied in high school would have prepared him for this. But he had no idea why someone as smart as him would supposedly believe that going to college would fix everything.

He was still just the scrawny bespeckled nerd just like he was a few years ago. The only difference was his age and location by now. He slammed the locker room door behind him, letting the sounds of distant laughter be blocked out. It just hit him now just how tired he was as his knees felt shaky. 

He had to admit that he didn’t think he’d skip his Dungeons and Dragons session for some gym time. But here he was. He let himself fall down on a bench in the locker room, sweat streaming down his brow and staining his tanktop and shorts.

How did I even get myself here in the first place? He knew the answer to that question. Coach Wilson of the football team had always seemed to be a fatherly figure to all the students on campus, even if they weren’t in sports. He remembered how the man found him lingering near the fields during football practice. 

Jack hadn’t meant to ogle, he was just curious. He’d been so absorbed in finals lately and hardly ever went out that he never really paid much attention to the jocks. But old habits die hard - at least that’s what Jack learned that day. He’d spent time staring at the guys, captivated by arousal and jealousy.

Coach Wilson then noticed him and spoke to him, suggested maybe that he should go to the gym. Jack now wished he had never listened. This would be his first and last time that he’d ever even think about going to the gym. He had only spent half an hour working out before some of the football jocks had wandered in and mocked him when he almost got stuck under the bench press. Jack had tried to push himself too far - as he always did, just to end up with disappointment. He just quickly went to his locker, opening it only to be hit with a pang of disappointment. 

“Damn it, where’s my clothes?” muttered Jack as he was sure he left a change of clothes. The gym showers weren’t working and so he made sure to bring his own clothes. Jack was definitely sure to bring his own. But instead, there were just some other clothes with a note: Hey there, I noticed you didn’t bring any spare clothes. Here you go kiddo - Your coach.

Jack picked out a pair of sneakers, shorts and a football jersey. This was far from what he usually wore but at the same time he still appreciated it. Jack sighed. He may as well have put it on now, since his clothes had just disappeared. 

He fished out the clothes and stripped out of his sweaty gym wear. However, something started to happen, a pungent smell began to emanate from the clothes.

What the hell?

Why would he give me some smelly clothes? And do I really need sneakers?

Jack blinked as he found himself beginning to peel off the sneakers. I might as well try these, he was nice enough to give them to me. As he put on the sneakers he suddenly felt a great heat building up in his feet.

These are way too big for-

“What the hell?!” He tried to yank off the sneakers but they wouldn’t budge as they suddenly felt too small. But they were far too big just a moment ago. He wriggled his toes and suddenly felt himself awashed with nervousness as he realised that the shoes weren’t too small...His feet had suddenly grown too big. “Oh god what the f-”

His feet had somehow elongated to size 12, however it got far worse when Jack’s hands began moving to put on the shorts.

Wait what the hell? I can’t put these on! I just put the shoes on and when did I take my pants off?

What the hell is-

But his thoughts and body were two separate beings as somehow Jack managed to wrestle the shorts on.

As they climbed up his legs, he could begin to see them transform, growing larger and thicker. His calves began to widen, thickening with muscle as his legs began getting scarred and stained from mud. He looked almost like he had been playing too much football. He blinked as his lats broadened. Didn’t he play football?

No I don’t! Why did I think that?

Just what the hell is-

But it didn’t matter as he groaned from the sensation of his ass growing out and his cock getting bigger. He watched his bulge inflate in his shorts, underwear suddenly replaced with a tight fitting jockstrap.

No this isn’t right. I gotta get out of here before- 

But all thoughts of trying to escape was dashed from Jack’s mind when he started to put on the jersey. As it passed over him now he could definitely smell the musk. Just the raw scent of it all had made him grow incredibly hazy, his eyes blinking as new memories flashed before him. It was as if he got deja vu of a life he had never lived.

Or had he lived it?

Everything felt so dreamlike, that sense that he was detached from reality, that none of what was happening was real, it just seemed real. He started to think about Coach Wilson, memories of being trained in the gym by the man, memories of being driven to football practice.

Wait but I...I study Accounting...Why would I be at football practice?

It was a good question that Jack felt too dumb to answer as he finally tried to fight back - physically at least. The last of his intellect could tell that if his mind was fading then he’d have to fight back another way. He had to tear these clothes off. But as he tried, he suddenly stopped when his fingers dug into his jersey. 

Jack watched with surprise and a semblance of glee when he saw his fingers start to feel this surge of strength, growing so big and wide. The fingers lengthened and dug into the jersey more easily. All the while he could begin to feel his own hands getting larger and bigger, more befitting for someone of his stature.

My stature?

Yes his stature, as he groaned and started to feel his back begin to stretch, the bones clicking as if he had just sat up after a long while of laying down. However, this was far from the morning stretch. This was something that made his cock throb and Jack grunt in pleasure and some kind of relief, as he stretched from his meek 5’9 frame to a whopping 6’2’.

He could easily tear the jersey now, especially from the new strength that coursed through his arms - that whopping adrenalin. His own arms began to bulk up, scratches and scars from more rough time at football practice beginning to get to him. 

Yet the memories were growing more familiar with Coach Wilson, beginning to picture memories of him taking him to the gym for the first time, getting him into football to begin with. He wasn’t just his coach, he was...his father?

Yeah my dad! Jack smirked with new confidence as he tousled his hair. He shook it as his short hair grew slightly more styled and slicked back. His hair became a vivid blonde as he felt himself grow slightly older, getting into college later as his jaw grew sharper. His cock throbbed in response as Jack looked down, grinning at his body from his set of six pack abs and flexing biceps. 

“Oh fuck...Fuck that session was so hot I’m gonna-” Jack couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t even speak as he felt his breath taken away when his cock throbbed and he felt himself cum.

The orgasm that struck him almost made him black out, his body shaking as he almost fell back down on the bench, one hand on the locker as he humped the air.

He felt his cock throb again and again, cumming each time and as he did he jetted out more and more of his old memory. After a while, his sweaty sexy self was now a jock, now falling back against the benches.

“Woo fuck, sorry pops, guess I stained these new clothes.”

Jack muttered as he tried to catch his breath. What was he doing here again? He couldn’t remember. But it was the familiar locker room and he was sweaty. He must have just had a gym session.

“Well I better get back home to coach.” Jack remembered as he smirked and got up, stretching his body and leaving the locker room - a new man.

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when the fat fuck is real

It Came From Down The Hall

Stealing experimental goop from the dodgy lab you work for can only have good effects on yourself and those around you I'm sure.

Vaguely sci-fi inspired himbofication, MG, and hair growth as their bodies become factories for the very stuff they recklessly reveled in. Enjoy! -Occam

Ashwin and Benny had known each other for years and were as close as two people could really be. For a while after they met they had one night flings and dated off-and-on, but eventually they just settled as incredibly intertwined friends. In the end Benny called it off, but in the back of Ashwin’s mind, far enough that it’s not even conscious most days, he holds out hope that his ex will reconsider and the bonfire of their heady passion can once more resume. 

Grabbing coffee together, as friends often do, the possibility of rekindling their less than platonic relationship is a good deal more present than usual as Ashwin explains the incredibly classified experimental drug he purloined from work. Having seen the effects of the seeming miracle drug Ashwin is enthusiastic that the pair give it a go, “I’m telling you Ben if you saw the men that walked into that trial and the absolute hunks that walked out you’d have already downed the whole vial!” 

Rolling his eyes and using bitchiness to veil the concern for his friend stealing from work, Benny replies, “Oh yeah? Then why haven’t you huh? Besides it’s not like I’m shopping around for steroids anyway girl! The last thing I want is a muscle gut or bacne. To say nothing of whatever actually serious side effects that sci-fi shit must have.” Though the man would be lying if the promise of the drug didn’t allure him in a different manner. Deep down Benny has always been partial to seeing other twinks blow up, “Do you even know what the side effects are Ash?”

Ashwin’s eyes flicker to the two vials sitting in between the two of them, “Well- No. You know they pay me to just push carts around girl! That got me the stuff and honestly seeing the results is more than enough for me. As if either of us could understand whatever BS they’re writing up in reports anyway! Here just, look at this guy-” Ashwin pulls out his phone to show a before and after pic of one of the trial patients. Benny couldn’t wipe the blushing intrigue from his face even if he wanted to.

Floundering, he points to the caption knowing himself that it’s not true, “Buh- Well I mean he says he’s all natural right there Ash.” Having known each other as long as they have, Benny knows that Ashwin  is being completely honest. He’s got tells aplenty and is reading as completely transparent and honest about this mystery goop, as he is about most everything besides the fact that clearly wants to fuck sometimes, but how could Benny fault him for that. The prospect of transformation, of being someone new, someone beyond powerful, begins to crack away at Benny’s reservations. 

Seeing this, Ash’s heart begins to flutter. His generally genuine demeanor has allowed him to keep one card up his sleeve. He is well aware of the medicine’s effect on its user’s libido, which is the ulterior motive behind this whole conversation. Growing overeager at the potential prospect he picks up the vial and shakes it in front of his ex. Seeing it slosh in the glass, something in Benny’s stomach turns and all the progress that Ashwin made quickly falls apart, “Ugh, it’s like the goop from Alien-” Seeing Benny grimace he quickly drops the vial and it settles like slime back to rest, “Nonono that stuff alien m-pregs you, this makes you more of a man!” “Girl, you can't just say m-preg in public so loud and expect to win me over!”

Ashwin sighs as Benny puts his hand delicately over his own, flashing back to the many times over the years his dearest friend has tried to let him down easy, “Ash… I’m very okay with how my body looks, we both know that,” he winks before his eyes shift serious, “I think it’s best if maybe you stop thinking with your dick. I mean aren’t you at all concerned that you’ll be busted for smuggling this, ugh, medicine out from your work? They literally have to be doing inventory on this stuff if it’s as bonkers as you seemed convinced it is.”

At this Ashwin pulls away, crosses his arms and retraces the steps that led to his little larceny. It was shockingly easy to procure. They usually run a pretty tight ship, being for all intents and purposes a lab, but things have been different since the beginning of this trial. There seem to be fewer people running around than usual, so much so that he’s been put in charge of inventory. Which is how he intimately knows that these vials seem to be going missing at a rapid pace. There has rarely been a day where all the numbers add up. When he brought it up with management they just waved him off which is what gave him confidence to take some for himself. If anyone’s gonna benefit from their less-than careful eye it may as well be one of the lowest paid aides.

Suddenly interrupting the justifications to himself an alarm goes off on his phone signaling his time to head out. Still, he gives Benny puppy dog eyes as he has done at every soft rejection and receives the same pensive smile as ever in return, “You’re absolutely sure you don’t want one?” Benny raises his hands and wordlessly shakes his head. His coy manner quickly shifts sour as he watches Ashwin shrug and grab at a vial with haste, popping the cork out of it and cheersing Benny’s mug as the furrows his brow. “Well bottoms up huh!” In shock Benny couldn’t even offer one last ‘are you sure?’ before the vial is at his dear friend’s lips with a sickening slurp. 

Ashwin makes a strange face at the strong taste before tilting his head, finding it jarringly pleasant. He swallows the goop and Benny sits there torn between disgust at the small trail of slime sticking to Ash’s lips, and concern that hasn’t left the front of his mind since Benny first unveiled the vials. Reaffirmed that this may be his best chance yet at getting back with his ex Ash smiles with a confidence he doesn’t quite have, “You’re gonna regret not hopping on  board with me when I’m a tank babe! I’ll keep the second one on me for when you change your mind.” He adds on with a wink. 

Benny almost laughs before the image of Ash drinking the goop forces its way to the front of his mind. The bulge in his neck like he swallowed a piece of food whole. Benny’s confident he’s made the right choice and worried that Ash bit off more than he could chew. Tapping the table nervously he jokes back, “Probably be holding onto that for quite a while then, love. Are we still on for next week?” Ash nods and stands up, stretching performatively before jogging in place, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world Ben!” 

Benny nods with a “See you then!” and the two of them head out from the cafe. As soon as he waves Ash off, seeing him raring with energy and better spirits already, he swiftly takes to his phone launching every google search about Ashwin’s company and experimental steroids that he can think of. Finding absolutely nothing he bites his lip and offers what may as well be a prayer to his sweet friend's wellbeing with a sigh, “Ah, I hope you know what you’re doing Ash…” At that he goes about his life like always. Just as Ashwin had hoped, he would be on Benny’s mind far more than usual in the coming week. In equal parts concern and excitement at the potential that the snake oil might actually work.

One Week Later

There was a chill in the air as Benny waited outside of Ashwin’s place, quite the blustery day. He had half a mind to raincheck on going out. Though his mind just kept flashing back to Ash swallowing that sludge. Despite their consistent texts making it clear that Ash at least seems the same he’s always been, the whole situation has kept Benny on edge. Looking out across the city block he tries to assure himself it’s all in his head. Eyes closed as he takes a centering breath a voice calls out behind him and it becomes clear that perhaps he was right to worry as he turns to find a different man standing where his perpetually gentle, ever meek, ex-boyfriend should be, “Heyyy Benny~”

Standing shirtless in his own doorway with sweat steaming off of him in the cold air is a man that Benny would never recognize as Ashwin Singh. Even staring directly at his dear’s eyes he’s still partly convinced this must be some kind of prank. Willfully hoping this is a dream as desire long gone from his mind begins to return with a passion. Ashwin puts on a smirk that has been finding itself more at home on his face as of late as he wanders up to his ex, popping his new pecs with each step. Benny squints at the man and his mouth falls open as he’s far too stunned to speak, cheekily or otherwise. His face already flush from the cold begins to burn as red as a sunburn as he hears Ashwin’s mismatched voice come from the massive man, “Ah like what you see do ya babe?” 

Ashwin’s words are a spear through Benny’s surprise as the brazen confidence is enough to bring the man’s mind back to reality, “Oh get a fast track to the abs and you think we’re calling each other babe again do you?” Still, there’s a smile on his face and a bulge growing larger in his pants as he pushes past Ashwin and into his apartment, uncharacteristically clumsy as his hands touch the warm hard body that stood before him. Ashwin traces the spot where Benny’s cold hands rubbed against his abs before turning to follow him inside, his eyes trained on the ass of the man who long long ago used to top him.

  Ash closes the door behind them as they enter the loft, having wordlessly agreed to just stay indoors as Benny goes to the kitchen to make both of them some warm drinks. He knows exactly how Ashwin likes his tea, what flavor he wants on a day like this and the precise amount of cream he wants. He knows the man like the back of his hand. But his own hands tremble as he goes about the kitchen, his mind’s eye constantly flickering back to the man’s weighty pecs and the v-line that he couldn’t help but follow down towards Ash’s burgeoning bulge. Is that still the man he knows, loves, and swore he would never get back with? And if so, would he be wrong to come crawling back now that he’s got enough muscle to break Benny in half.

Steadying his hands as he brings out mugs for the two of them they begin to quake anew as another unmissable realization occurs, Ashwin is a head taller than him now. “What the fuck Ash!? You’re like, six foot two now? That can’t be- That’s impossible?” Ashwin sticks out his tongue and bites it, sending a pulse of desire through Benny, promptly followed by loathing at how effective such a fuckboy move was on him. “Six four actually babe.” Benny’s expression sours as the man calls him babe again, he sets the drink down and prepares to lecture the man standing opposite him before Ashwin rushes to close the distance.

He puts his hands on Benny’s hips just as Benny used to do to him, holding him close to his sweaty body. Musk that has always been easily covered by a single layer of deodorant and flowery cologne now overwhelms Benny’s senses as he stammers over his words, before staring hungrily at the man’s eyes directly above him. With each hesitant breath he feels himself fall further under the charm of Ashwin. Ash had hoped this would be the case, which is why he made sure to get a quick pump in before their scheduled date. Still, he couldn’t have possibly expected that it would be this effective. Benny leans even closer, feeling the whole of Ash’s new powerful form with his own.

Ashwin feels the man’s heartbeat racing faster as his breaths grow fuller, with each pulse he feels a familiar growing bulge poking into his meatier thigh. Benny throws his arms around Ash with a squeeze, tracing the small of his back with fingers hesitant. He speaks with a breathy whisper that Ash recognizes, his own cock begins to rise with excitement, now poking against Benny’s navel which only escalates his need, “I’m gonna level with you, babe. Everything in my body is telling me to fuck you right now.” Ash squeezes Ben tighter, leaning down to take a deep sniff of his hair, which elicits a sharp gasp before Benny shakes it off and tries to push away.

“But! But, I have been worrying all week about you drinking that shit!” Even this slightest delay before jumping into bed forces Ashwin to groan as he lets his arms fall. Looking away from Benny with a pout before the man continues, “Okay big guy let’s calm down. I-” he bites his lip and clenches his eyes shut as he prepares to say words he hopes he won’t regret, “Once. Just one night and we’re back to friends. If, and you better not lie to me, if you promise that whatever that stuff was it hasn’t affected your mind.”  Ashwin brightens and fervently nods speaking quickly and loudly as his cock surges to full attention, “Is that it? Fuck I mean yeah I’m the same as I’ve always been. Maybe a little, uhm, hornier?” 

Benny looks away from the bulge pointing towards him like a dowsing rod, concluding that the myths he’s heard about steroids must not be true. Ashwin walks over and starts rubbing at Benny’s shoulder, leaning down as his other hand starts to inch its way under the man’s coat. He clears his throat and his voice almost sounds deeper as the passion and lust starts to rise to a peak. “There is uh, one thing.” Benny tilts his head as his careful hands begin to help the already half-nude man undress, “Oh?” Blush burns on Ash’s face thankfully hidden by his skin tone, “Would you mind if I topped this time?”

Something flutters in Benny’s chest as the words hit him like punches. Always more of a vers anyway he’s thrilled at the opportunity. His hands finally inch around Ash’s larger package, seeing his abs clench and flex with the desire coursing through him, Benny would be remiss not to experience all that this new package can offer. Wordlessly he gets down and positions his face squarely in front of Ashwin’s bobbing cock, before promptly taking it in his mouth and beginning the session as promised.

The two men go at it for far longer than they ever managed when they were properly together. Their bodies intertwined, soreness and pleasure rush through Ashwin’s body as he only feels his power grow with every thrust. Were Benny to pay attention to anything besides his own lustful enjoyment, having more fun and gaining more gratification than he has from a partner ever before, he would surely notice that the man is indeed continuing to grow. The patchy beard that greeted him when he walked in is continuing to fill in and lengthen as each and every moving muscle on the man burns with growth. Thighs and an ass large enough to tear every set of underwear either man owns maneuver his cock like a rocket. 

His grunts sink even lower, guttural and animalistic as he clenches at his sheets on top of a man he could crush with ease. The bed frame gives out before either man cums which only sends more flaming passion into the room. Benny feels the titan’s cock grow larger and firmer with each thrust. Each time he expects the man to have bottomed out his cock surges even deeper, bloated with veins so full and virile his cock may as well be ribbed. Moans and whimpers fill the air loud enough that it’s a shock the men get no noise complaints as they continue their session well into the night. 

Benny is quite concerned at just how rapidly Ashwin seems to rebound after each finish. Though as he begins to again massage Ben’s shoulders or dance his fingers across his legs Benny finds himself similarly wanting for more within seconds. Eventually sleep finds both men, Benny lays on the powerful yet soft chest of his ex, clenched in biceps the size of his own thighs. Ashwin dreams the night will never end, while Benny sleeps the same as ever, dreaming of everyday monotony; firmly expecting, as both agreed, that this was purely a one time deal.

Ashwin wakes up to a larger body covered in a sweat made cold as he finds himself alone in his busted bed. Immediately feeling the hole in his being that he had hoped Benny would return to fill. He hears Benny brushing his teeth and promptly stumbles over himself to the bathroom door. He gives his patented puppy dog eyes to his ex as Ben spits into the sink, blearily rubbing his own eyes, “ugghhh, babe. I told you this was a one time thing.” His eyes remain focused on his own reflection, even as Ashwin walks over and stands behind him. Hunched and groveling which prevents Benny from noticing that he has grown even taller.

“You should shower too, you’re a little musty.” He reaches up and ruffles the man’s hair, with a pitiable smile. Regret on his mind for yet again giving Ashwin hope they’d get back together. Ashwin’s hand traces his arm as he walks away to throw on some clothes, his larger fingers trailing the length of the smaller man’s before falling back to his side, colder still after feeling the warmth of the man no longer with him. 

It is important to note he didn’t lie. So far his mind is the exact same as it has always been. The only changes wrought on him by whatever alien sludge he consumed are physical. As he stands there desperate for more, for another chance that begins to change. Perhaps if he were more, if he had more Benny would change his mind. Surely Benny couldn’t deny him if he were twice the man he is now. His eyes fill with resolve and focus as he wrenches open his medicine cabinet. 

Ashwin can almost feel the vial calling out for him as his hand grasps it without even looking. The slime in the vial seems even more viscous agitated than before. His heart thrums with a need beyond anything else to drink it right now. Coming back in the bathroom to apologize, Benny cries out as he sees Ash slamming on the vial to get every last drop of the goop into his mouth. Ben hops up onto the arm trying to knock the thing out of his hand but by time he can reach he hears the gag of Ashwin struggling to swallow the goop down. “You absolute dunce! What were you thinking!?” 

His mouth falls open and Ben sees it stained dark with sludge that seems to be pulsing with Ashwin’s heartbeat. It sends a shiver down his spine that he has no time to acknowledge as the massive man’s eyes go glassy and falls on top of him. His hot laboring breathing is not repugnant with morning breath but sweet, cloying, crying out for Benny himself to reach out and get a taste. Benny struggles with Ashwin's weight as he almost grows heavier with each step. His body grows sticky and wet with sweat as the smaller man struggles to get him to the bed before collapsing right beside him in exhaustion. 

His mind racing with what to do, he taps his foot as anxiety makes it almost impossible for him to think before he hears Ashwin speak, his voice gravelly and his tone dull, “B- Benny?” The man quickly stands and looks at Ashwin as he lies there. He looks the man in the eyes as he grunts lying there, body hair that he’s always kept shaved begins growing back with a vengeance. Strands curl across his form darker and thicker than ever before, his eyes glaze over and any intelligence behind them vacates as his mouth falls open. Ashwin lays and moans as his body moves without any input, independent muscles flex and his hands hover around his cock, without even the awareness to remove the briefs as they try to masturbate through briefs inches away from ripping from the sheer growth of his cock.

Struggling with what he should do Benny’s mind latches on the one strategy he knows to get someone to spit something up. He starts doing the Heimlich, finding it impossibly difficult to force his meager body weight on Ashwin’s core as it grows stronger with every small push from Benny. Each heavy breath and gag that Benny forces out of Ash smells sickly sweet, it takes everything within Ben not to take a breath deep enough to lose himself to the scent. Using all of strength he eventually finds the mark as Ashwin spits up the substance. He collapses onto the man as he spits up the goop into his own beard, only after doing so does he notice that Ashwin looses far more of the substance than he just swallowed.

Not only that but his sweat feels far sticker than it should be against Ben’s barely clothed body. The musk that convinced him to sleep with his ex last night has also shifted, there’s notes of something unnatural hiding behind the masculine scent. Something even more compelling than the warm body beneath him or the natural musk clawing for his attention. Despite himself, despite his awareness of the horror surrounding him, Benny finds it harder to think straight with every breath he takes. He sits on his ex’s body as his sweat grows only stickier, looking down into his mouth he sees his spit too grows more viscous, almost cloudy. 

He hears confused groaning from the man as he stirs and begins to sit up. Coming to his senses Benny backs away from Ashwin, nervously keeping him in the line of sight. Briefly inspecting his own body he shouts in surprise as he’s somehow gotten the sludge on his hand. His mind flits through recourse, wipe it off on your chest. What? No, on my shorts would be fine though right? Curiosity piques as something within him suddenly wants to see what it tastes like. As his hand rises  to his mouth his senses return with a shock and he slaps himself before wiping the goop on the wall behind him. Carefully inspecting his hand to ensure nothing is off before he flees the premises he jumps in shock as he hears Ashwin begin to laugh. “Huhuhuh-”

Benny stares in absolute shock as the man flexes his bicep as it pulses larger before moving to rub his shoulder as curly hair spreads across the whole of his form. After a few seconds of stretching to new heights the man’s hands rove across the entirety of his new massive form, frequently getting caught in his stickier sweat. Benny slowly inches for the door, quietly so as to not draw the attention from the man that was once his boyfriend, ex-boyfriend rather. Flinching as he quibbles within his own mind he loses his footing and falls to the floor. His hand stuffed in his pants scratching at a jungle of pubes growing thicker, he removes it and takes a deep sniff, getting pre that is as viscous as cum all over his face as he speaks up, slowly, betraying the lack of intellect with which he shall maneuver the world evermore.

“Yo,uhhh bro. Err, babe? Did we fuck again this morning or what? Cause I’m fuckin’ wet huhuh.” Benny nods wordlessly trying to seem like a mirage rather than something for Ashwin to interact with as he scrambles to his feet. Feeling his back touch the spot on the wall where he wiped his hand he reflexively pushes away and falls on his face. Brainless but not heartless, Ash swiftly falls over himself to help, foolishly tripping and ending up right on top of his fallen ex-lover, laughing at his clumsiness as his unbearable weight forces Benny to put an unfortunate focus on trying to breathe.

His head touching the cock that has now grown beyond the possibility of being contained within Ashwin’s tearing shorts, Ben finds his ability to resist the desires of his most basal urges waning. His mouth opens and his tongue juts out, thankfully for whatever sanity remained in him, just too far to once more taste the copious amount of pre dripping from the tip of Ashwin’s cock. He would swear he could almost hear his bulging balls pulse as they shift into overdrive in production of something that Benny has a sneaking suspicion is not cum. As it turns out though, his final show of willpower is quite the moot point as Ashwin stumbles back to his gargantuan feet, guffawing as he does so. 

Without a thought or effort he hoists Benny up to standing, spreading whatever sticky substance his hands are basted in all over Ben’s form. He hasn’t the heart to look down, nor the control to look away from the man staring down at him. The light of intelligence gone from his eyes as he leans down to kiss Benny. In his final moments before he too is overcome by whatever genetic abomination has overtaken Ashwin, Benny hasn’t the prescience to do anything but take a deep breath and lean in, his mouth open in wanton waiting.

In seconds, Benny’s mind is wholly overwhelmed. The changes that took Ashwin a week to develop begin to surge through the whole of Ben. Feeling tightness in every bunched up muscle he stretches in every manner that his slowing mind can imagine. Standing on the tip of his toes as his spine lengthens, arching his back as his arms shift rail thin before they begin to bloat and bulk up, the bulge in his pants rapidly surges larger as he feels his balls expand and rapidly fill as precum flows like a river into his pants. The gears of his mind slow to a near stop as he loses the capacity to fear and in its place rises the pure need to seek pleasure at every opportunity.

As body grows heavy he pushes his weight on Ashwin and both men guffaw as they fall onto the bed. Wordlessly they both begin grinding into the other. Benny’s pecs burst larger as they sculpt themselves into perfect slabs of meat, with defined abs below them to match. His ass and thighs bulge larger with every hump in the air he consistently loses his footing, his legs continuing to lengthen as his upper body grows with heft. Feeling his hair curl there’s an itch on his face as he slobbers spit thicker than spit all over himself and Ashwin as a beard rapidly covers his jaw.

Veins bulge across the whole of his body as he continues delighting in the growth of his own massive form against Ashwin, who in turn is happier than he’s been in years as the two behemoths hear the creak of the box spring underneath them. As they continue exchanging fluids in every way their thoughtless minds can conjure, the room fills with their sweet musk and the walls are soon covered in every fluid a body can produce as they bumble about. Their massive muscled bodies continue to grow as they wander about the loft apartment fondling each other and languishing in what is sure to be their default state from now on.

Back at the lab which Ashwin theoretically still works some Yes Man storms into the office of the CEO to report the absence of yet another lab technician. “Hello Sir, sorry for the um, well. I’m sure you know there have been a few absenc-” The older man doesn’t turn to face the pipsqueak that walked in, “Get on with it.” “Ah, yes very well. Ashwin Singh has not reported for work in some time.” Smoke wafts from the chair of the CEO as he sucks on a large cigar and grumbles to himself, “Ashwin Singh hm. Not one I quite recall, but I’m sure he’s shaped up nicely eh?” “I’m sorry sir?” 

“This Singh. Did he have any close relations?” Growing antsier by the second the low ranking official’s hands tremble as he checks his notes. He’s not usually supposed to meet with the big man but his boss seems to have been struck ill as well, “There seems to be a man on file for him a, uhm, Benjamin Jones. It seems as if inquiries to get in touch with him have also failed.” The smaller man flinches as the CEO releases a loud laugh, pausing before checking his notes once more, “There also have been some noise complaints lodged against Singh recently as well as an, Oh? Odor Investigation? Never, uhm heard of that myself.”

The meek man can hear the smile on his boss' face as he issues commands, “Well that’s enough for me. Send the hazmat team over, preferably whatever men we have from the trial that haven’t lost their minds eh? Have them bring the boys back to the usual place and go ahead and scrounge up whatever we got on those two men to start filing a report.” There’s a pause as he scrawls down these orders and the CEO turns to shout, “Well what’re ya waiting for man, move! And lock th’door behind you!” The yes man quickly falls over himself apologizing and slams the door shut. 

Hearing the click of his office door locking, the CEO rests back in his chair and turns to the wall of monitors behind his desk. Flicking them on, he smirks as he looks across at the litany of men currently in the highest security lowest floor of their labs, each and every one reveling in their new gargantuan bodies. Relishing their power as they become pleasure factories for the fluid that shall only make more men in their spitting images. Looking at a pair of unlit monitors he rubs his chin as he thinks maybe this time it’ll be a two for one. After all he’d love to see what two of these behemoths get up to when they’re always together. Profit may be the bottom line, but with no real marketable use for the stuff yet the big man's only in it for his own pleasure.

Out To Pasteurize

Calvin learns the side effects of Bro-science first hand after accidentally drinking some Raw Milk.

Read some real mind numbing takes about drinking unpasteurized milk and here we are! Hope you enjoy, in other news I’m going to throw up the post announcing the Viral Transformation participants soon! -Occam

Having been priced out by rising rent at his old place Calvin was in quite the pickle. Fate smiles upon him however as his sister’s ex, Derrick, is in sudden need of a new roommate. They run in quite different circles, Calvin the sort to stay in and read while Derrick probably has more hours at the gym than some people spend awake. Though as he’s lacking any other options Calvin is more than happy to move in with the jock. Time spent working out is time out of the apartment and Calvin has always enjoyed as much personal space as he could get.

As hoped, the living situation is not too bad at all. Derrick stays out of Calvin’s hair and he has more than enough time and space to work from home. There are few better relationships between two diametrically opposed people than one with only incidental interaction. Their lives together are not to continue without a hitch however as one unfortunate morning Calvin runs out of coffee creamer and rather than just drinking it black he decides to sneak some of Derrick’s unlabelled milk.

He shrugs as he’s sure his roommate wouldn’t mind, they’re quite amiable and Derrick’s always offering him protein powder and trying to get him into the gym, spotting him some milk is surely equivalent. Hearing his roommate’s bedroom door open he quickly pours a bit more than he meant to into his cup in a rush to get the bottle back into the fridge surreptitiously. Sure, Derrick wouldn’t mind but Calvin would prefer to not have any interaction on the matter if possible. He stirs in the milk and grimaces as it brightens his coffee to a far lighter shade than he typically prefers.

Derrick wanders into the living room, still halfway pulling up his shorts before stretching as he prepares for his favorite only pastime. Calvin smirks behind his mug at pulling off the pettiest larceny one can imagine before he takes a large gulp of his coffee. As soon as it hits his tongue Calvin is struck with a taste incredibly vile, and yet one that demands he drink more. As such he is torn between spitting up and forcing it down. In the end he’s just able to swallow it before the aftertaste of milk sour and spoiled spreads through his mouth. Regretting his decision he begins gagging. Seeing this Derrick quickly runs over shouting in concern.

“Yo bro! You good!? Do you, uhh, should I call for help!?” He stands behind and puts his massive arms around Calvin’s torso, preparing to do whatever he thinks the heimlich maneuver is. Feeling the warm body behind him as steam rises off his smooth, slowly swirling, mug of coffee Calvin pauses as he realizes in the commotion the taste is gone from his mouth. He feels the hot coffee settle in his stomach and at just that moment he is overwhelmed with a creamy sweetness unimaginable. Inches away from breaking one of the smaller man’s ribs Derrick feels his body stop struggling and go limp with a small groan, “Uhhh ye- yeah? I’m okay. I’m good.” His hands go to his head as he feels the tinges of a headache begin to come on, involuntarily he licks his lips and his eyes dart back to the mug.

Derrick backs away and returns to the other side of their kitchen island, his eyes still painted with concern and adrenaline making his hands slightly shaky, “Promise you’re good bro?” Calvin nods as he far too quickly convinces himself that that rotten taste must have been in his head. He just wasn’t expecting the milk to make his coffee taste so good, yeah. That’s it. He takes a second sip and lets it sit in his mouth, as he tries to make out the taste. It almost seems thicker than heavy cream he thinks, coating his teeth in a thin film as he swishes it around before swallowing. Calvin pauses and bites his lip before deciding to just level and ask what kind of milk it is as the desire to use it again later begins to stew. “Hey I, uh, hope you don’t mind Derrick but I used your milk for creamer.” 

Concern immediately vacates his roommate’s eyes as they grow wide in shock, he opens his mouth to respond but clearly the slow-turning gears in his head can’t quite decide what to say. Not even an Uhh spills out as he stands there. Seeing this Calvin speaks up to try and keep it light, “sorry if that was an overstep, um, dude. Though it’s some of the best I’ve ever had! If you wouldn’t mind telling me what kind it is I’d love to get some myself! Is it like heavy cream? No way it’s a non-dairy!” Calvin takes another sip and lets it again dance on his tongue, he can barely taste the coffee underneath as the milk’s creamy taste grows more prominent by the second.

There is another pause. Derrick’s eyes follow the cup and he grimaces before swallowing hard and bucking up. “For sure for sure lil’ bro. Uhhh, promise you won’t be mad though.” Calvin tilts his head and Derrick responds before he has a chance to swallow and respond, “It’s from my guy at the gym. It’s um, raw milk.” Calvin’s brow furrows quicker than a heartbeat as he hears this. His mind races with memories of the brain-rotted arguments he’s read from the most barbarous gym bros about drinking the bacteria ridden garbage, for quite literally no good reason. After that, memories flash of health reports that followed soon after, detailing the bird flu outbreaks in the community. Despite this, and despite himself, he doesn’t immediately spit take. Try as he might his lips open slower than his throat as he swallows yet another mouthful of what he now knows to be unpasteurized poison.

“What the fuck?” He says quietly, staring daggers into his roommate who is shaking his hands and head quickly. “Nonono bro bro just chill! My trainer fuckin’ swears by this stuff and he’s completely fine! If you saw the results you’d be- Uh? Dude?” Derrick pauses as he sees Calvin start to raise the cup to his lips again, he had just intended to inspect it bit. Give it a sniff or something, but it’s like his body’s on auto pilot. His hand tilts the mug and his mouth falls ajar. His throat similarly opens unnaturally as the whole of his cup, only just cool enough to drink, pours straight down his throat. His eyes widen in fear as the desire to drink overpowers every rational thought crying out for him to stop immediately. 

Slamming the mug down after essentially shotgunning his surely pathogen filled cup of joe, Calvin finds himself frozen in place. Clutching his mouth he’s lost in thought as everything in him begins to accelerate. Chugging his coffee seems to have filled him with even more energy than usual as his mind races even faster than his accelerating heartbeat. He struggles to focus on any meaningful course of action, and couldn’t possibly come to the idea to induce vomiting to eliminate the source of whatever this hysteria is. Instead, he’s struck with a deep rooted need to move, to sweat, to work hard. He is immediately twitchy as every individual muscle in his body has an urge to stretch, to burn, to grow.

This desperate need is clear on his face and when he looks up to see his hitherto antsy roommate Derrick, he simply smiles wide, wordlessly understanding what is about to happen. Calvin can’t hear whatever he says over the buzzing in his head, but as Derrick brings out his smallest gym clothes he’s able to put two and two together. Filled with impulse alien and energy unbecoming, still clearly driven by whatever strange autopilot that brought the raw milked coffee to his lips, Calvin finds himself getting ready for a horrible gym session with his roommate.

Concern at just how bizarre this situation is falls by the wayside as he feels the soothing burn of stretching. Thoughts and worries of being sick vacate immediately as he instead focuses on whatever’s going on in his body. Mumbling to himself about needing to stretch more, he allays the discomfort in his stomach as he sees just how excited Derrick is about finally getting him to go to the gym together. “Bro let’s go! Your first pump is gonna be killer! Especially after having some of my trainer’s special stuff!” He adds on, slamming his massive hand into the back of Calvin’s shoulder with enough force that should send the typically meek man sprawling.

Instead Calvin simply stumbles forward a single step, grunting as he rolls his shoulder and flexes his arm. The burn from the smack swiftly transitions to the burning soreness of exercise, before even lifting a weight lactic acid sears through his arm and veins bulge down his bicep. Calvin turns with a cocky smirk, arm raised in a bicep flex and Derrick stands beside himself with excitement, he shakes Calvin by his shoulders, “Brooo! Let’s run! We gotta make the most of your first dose!” While his body races with energy his mind slows and his eyes glaze over, not quite able to understand whatever Derrick’s implying. At any rate the two men race out the door. Calvin trails quite far behind at the start but with each surging step forward he feels himself picking up speed as his legs begin to bulge larger.

Once inside Derrick immediately sends the newbie through the wringer. Mind clouded, he’s putty in the expert’s hands as he’s ushered into machines and through techniques he should be struggling to complete. Instead every lift, every push, every pump, sends pleasure immeasurable through him. His body burns. His body grows. Gritting his teeth as his biceps fill the sleeves of his shirt and for the first time muscle begins to amass on his flat chest. Derrick’s mouth may as well be watering as he sees Calvin’s insane gains. His own pulse accelerates as he pushes Calvin well past what his breaking point should be.

“Fuck bro, you look fucking killer!? No way this is your first time at the gym.” Derrick says through a smirk as he positions Calvin at a mirror so they can take some thirst traps. Awkwardly posing as he begins to feel a comedown from both his workout and whatever concoction he unfortunately enjoyed, Calvin feels some sort of sense begin to return to his mind. Seeing himself shirtless in public he feels his lungs take brief panting breaths as he begins to hyperventilate. Inspecting his reflection he’s thrown off course, he does look killer. That’s impossible!? That’s not how working out works right? He leans in close to see pecs have somehow bulged onto his chest. Traps above and arms that could lift more weight than he could previously dream at their side. He balks as he sees his body has somehow become something beyond admirable.

He typically prides himself on his rationality, but as he sees these impossible changes he knows there can only be one cause. He gulps as he looks at his first workout partner wandering off into the gym, feeling an emptiness in his stomach that there is now a desperate need to resolve. He needs more. Calvin’s eyes continue tracing every new powerful curve of his body while he waits for his roommate to return. Somehow two steps ahead of the usually astute Calvin, Derrick returns hiding something behind his back, “Guess what I got bro!” Calvin’s breath catches in his chest as he stares at his roommate with hunger newfound.

Derrick tosses him a bottle with a smug smirk at having totally convinced the man on raw milk. Catching it, Calvin doesn’t hear the recommendations offered or see the look of shock on the jock’s face as he opts to down a good chunk of the quart then and there. “Woah bro?” Wiping milk off his face with a sweaty arm he releases a burp louder and deeper than he would ever have allowed himself to do this morning. Derrick pats him on the back once more with a laugh. Excited at having another bro to workout with, he doesn’t spend a second questioning the changes in his roommate as his stomach bloats and his pecs almost seem to grow weightier immediately. 

Returning to their apartment Derrick talks Calvin’s ear off about macros and strategies that Calvin agrees to without even half-listening. Feeling the not quite cold jug of milk in his hand he knows he has everything he needs already. While it filled him with energy inhuman this morning, drinking it after a workout has unearthed new sensations. Under his new bloated abs he feels his cock begin to stir in his pants, only now realizing that he’s wearing borrowed compression shorts he notices that he is already chubbed up. Feeling his dick stretch against the nylon fabric he bites his lip as his balls pulse beneath it. Seeing him adjust his gait Derrick fully looks down to see the man’s package suddenly bulging through his shorts.

He laughs loudly as he addresses the not-quite elephant in the room. Eyes glazed over even more now that his growing balls have arrived on the scene, he doesn’t quite hear Derrick explain the broscience behind NoFap. Converted already on drinking raw milk he continues nodding along as his balls do their best to demand his attention and immediate release. 

Crossing the threshold into their apartment Calvin feels himself tempted to already throw in the towel and enjoy the fruits of his new labor. He’s heard that masturbating after working out is a heady delight, or perhaps it was the other way around. He puts his head in his hands, groaning as there’s a drive in him to stay strong. Sitting on his bed he realizes a lifeline in self-control that sleep presents and simply lies back. Whatever happens while he’s unconscious is out of his hands he thinks with a smirk as sleep finds him quicker than it has in years.

His new changes continue their advance while he rests in dreamless sleep. Calvin squirms as his new chest immediately begins to strain the tank he threw on before hopping into bed. His pecs grow at a rate quicker than anywhere else on his body, nipples growing from the pinpricks they’ve always been into half-dollars that will rarely be hidden behind a single layer of fabric. 

Well, his pillowy pecs aren’t outpacing every part of his body. Hidden in musky compression shorts he didn’t have a chance to change out of, his balls swell to produce hormones for a man twice his size. Hair prickles up from his pubes, creating a dusty treasure trail, and out from his pits, to one day connect with a forest on his chest, as testosterone production soars higher than that of lumberjacks and the most macho military men. Morning wood pushes against his shorts and he moans and rolls over onto his stomach and clenches at the sheets.

His unconscious form moves with a ferality as he humps his bed with power that continues to grow greater by the second. In his own bedroom reading workout guides, Derrick looks to the wall in shock as he hears his roommate’s bed frame creak. Feeling his own package cry for attention he decides he’s earned a break as he treats himself to his own petit mort, imagining his twink of a roommate bulking up over time, he begins jacking off to his fantasies. Totally unaware as the man’s body in reality is already exceeding his dreamed expectations. 

As Calvin finds release, moaning loud enough for Derrick to hear his voice deepening, stubble begins to stain his face. Likely to never leave for long at all. His cock had jumped out of his waist band during his mattress humping session, leaving cum stains smattered across his new treasure trail. After this release his balls return to overdrive and begin to churn once more, filling him with desire and drive that will get him through his next workout, milk or no milk. Though given his apparent addiction to the stuff it is clear which way he would prefer.

Calvin isn’t quite sure what time he went to bed or what time it is now that he’s woken up. His morning routine of drinking coffee and getting straight to work abdicates to be replaced by his chugging whatever of Derrick’s miracle milk he can find. Seeing it still dark outside he isn’t deterred as he downs a glass of raw milk before pouring a thermos of the ambrosia for the road. Raring to go, he grabs his roommate’s workout bag and beats feet to get another steamy session in at the gym. 

Something within Calvin tries to speak up in existential fear of what has happened to him, what he is becoming. Slowing his jog he is struck with a migraine. Grunting as he picks back up speed, he feels his balls pulse and his bloated torso flex as every step towards the gym brings him closer to pleasure and fulfillment he’s never neared knowing before now. The voice in the back of his mind grows quieter and rapidly feels itself losing ground, after all hasn’t he always wanted to be this kind of guy? Who wouldn’t. His pecs bounce with every step, his new larger nipples scratching against his tight shirt as his chest aches to grow larger. 

He sneers at the early morning receptionist as she tries to check him in and she rolls her eyes, muttering something about asshole bros before returning to her cellphone. Hearing that as he continues striding forward, massive chest raised, the final meek part of him remaining grasps at its last strands. He’s not a bro. He's just a normal guy. So what he’s started to hit the gym, it’s not like he’s some dumb oaf, right? He struggles to hold this should be truth as he sees a shirt he should be drowning in hang off his chest, exposing his lowest row of abs and a treasure trail he’s never come close to having before. He avoids looking at his defined jaw underneath a beard that should have taken him years to grow. All the while he desperately fights against the mind-numbing urges issuing forth from his growing cock and bulging balls.

Making it to the locker room he immediately loses his shirt and looks at his reflection in full. Seeing his milk-bloated stomach he flexes his muscles and just as soon pauses thinking about who he is, who he is supposed to be to instead watch as every part of him bulges larger. Hungrily staring at himself his thoughts slow to a crawl, befores stopping altogether as he methodically stretches and flaunts every muscle group in turn. He hasn’t even touched a weight this morning, and yet at every movement his body seems to expand and bulge larger. Biceps peaking higher with every flex, thighs strain his pants and his calves burst larger with every raise and stretch. He licks his lips as he sees individual strands of muscle on his pecs cramp and grow larger, doing so he tastes the nectar that delivered him this deific form. 

The voice of his past self goes completely mute as his mind slows to such a crawl he’ll be lucky to ever perform actions with more than three steps again. The idea of excess certainly doesn’t cross his mind as he tears into Derrick’s gym bag looking for the packed flask of his potation. Can’t have too much of a good thing, he thinks without thinking as he immediately brings the flask to his mouth and chokes down as much as he can stand. Raw milk trickles down his face as he truly becomes the type of man he has always loathed. Unconcerned with hygiene or social moors, unwashed and apathetic to anyone around him. Why should they matter anyway he thinks as his pecs bulge larger as milk trails a path in between thickening hairs.

His stomach bulges larger as he consumes more milk than anyone should have in a week. He groans as his throat bulges with the haste at which he’s downing his miracle elixir. Thankfully he’s already torn off his shirt to ogle himself or it would have burst clean off as his stomach expands. His heavy pecs bloat even larger as they rest on his new gut. Clouded spit drips down his chin as he sits down and blankly stares ahead, saliva mixing with sweat that is increasingly covering his body from the exertion of putting on mass. The locker room bench creaks underneath him as weight it should take a lifetime to produce just pours onto his body as the last dregs of his mind, his true self, slip away. 

His swollen stomach swiftly bursts the waist of his pants as fat and muscle struggle for real estate on his new form. Veins bulge down his meaty arms as his biceps rival the size of his head, now supported on a neck the size of a tree trunk, framed by weighty traps on either side. He guffaws as he sees his cock fully exposed in the locker room and goes to cover it with one of his massive mitts, struggling to do so just as any pair of pants would from now on. There's the sound of fabric exploding and he looks down to see his feet already more than eclipsing the now torn soles of his tennis shoes. He scratches his thickening beard as he tries to figure out what to do. Slow as he may be he’s pretty sure the gym will kick him out if he wanders around the gym nude.

Digging through the pile of Derrick’s clothes he realizes all the clothes within were dirty laundry. Shrugging as that’s no longer a concern for him he finds a pair of sweat-stained shorts and throws them on, smirking at the feeling of his cock freeballing in the tight cotton shorts. No chance he’ll find a shirt large enough to cover his godly torso he doesn't even try. Why would he want to cover his pride and joy anyway. Scratching at his chest as the hair across his torso thickens into a pelt he smirks before switching to fondle his package and flex at his own reflection. 

Calvin feels pre drip down his leg as he immediately grows hard and swears he can see himself pumping larger with every heartbeat. He isn’t sure how long he stands there getting off to his own power before his roommate arrives to the locker room shouting, “Brooo! I was wondering where my gym bag went huhuh!” He runs over and gives his bro a bear hug  before trying to lift him, neck bulging as he fails to get the now behemoth even an inch off the ground. Calvin laughs loud enough for the eyes-rolling receptionist to hear as he moves to easily heave his now less massive roommate in the air. 

Derrick blushes airborne before smirking and playfully squeezing the titan as hard as he can, similarly apathetic to the filth covering his roommate’s hairy body. After the man holding him high stops laughing Derrick speaks up, “See I told you that milk was the stuff huhuh!” Moments pass while Calvin stands with mouth ajar, as he will for a few seconds anytime his slowchugging mind deigns to try and speak. His voice is a rumble as the dull words fall from his slack-jawed mouth, “Uhhhh whatever bro. I’ve uhhh, always been about drinking that shit.” Punctuating it with a rather bullish nose exhalation as he sets the man down and pouts.

His roommate rolls his eyes and ruffles his short sweaty hair as he knows when to let the big guy win an argument. “Sure sure bro. You wanna head in there and get even fuckin’ bigger?” Derrick sees Cal’s cock bob in his shorts like a dog’s wagging tail at the idea of a workout. He grunts in the affirmative and Derrick pats him on the back to usher him forward. The two men then set off to the races, Calvin now taking point. Never to be the bright one again, nothing remains in his mind to question why he knows all he does about working out. 

Rarely would any adrift shred of his past self stumble through the dense thick fog of his mind. If they ever do they’ll find themselves part of the new Cal soon enough anyway. It’s of no matter who he was before he was king of this gym. He doesn’t even need bro science anymore as he continues to grow larger au naturale. The two men become icons at their gym, every day showing the ropes to men who dream to be a fraction of what they already are, and every night returning back to their apartment for some steamy well-earned cardio.