Beefcake

Beefcake

Both hands full of groceries, Bradley clumsily swung the door to his dorm room open and, with very little grace and a loud grunt, hoisted the hefty bags onto the kitchen counter. He looked like he’d just run a marathon, shoulders slumped forward, all sweaty and out of breath. It was truly embarrassing how much a carton of milk and a loaf of bread could make him sweat. With his scrawny limbs and short stature, buying groceries was, shamefully, a serious workout. He eyed the celery sticks poking out of one of the bags and noted with chagrin how, in appearance, he wasn’t much unlike the pale leggy plants. They say you are what you eat, and yet, no matter how much prime beef Bradley consumed, he remained a stalky vegetable.

Man, would he kill to have arms like those jocks on campus. Now those guys were prime beef. Thick and meaty. Bet they never even broke a sweat, he thought. Oh yeah, he could see them now, carrying their grocery bags full of chicken breast and broccoli, strutting down the street, lifting them like weights to pass the time, leaping over obstacles, looking all sexy. Pillowy pecs bouncing, bulbous biceps crunching. And there he was, winded and clammy. Drooling over muscles he didn’t have. With a boner. But hey, at least there wasn’t much food to unpack - just a few things and he could kick back in front of his laptop and fantasise all he wanted.

Milk, check. Bread, check. Ramen, check. Protein bar, check. Wait - protein bar? He didn’t remember buying a protein bar. He blinked a few times, thinking maybe it would turn into a chocolate bar when he wasn’t looking. Nope. Still there. He read the label: ’Beefcake’. Huh. He didn’t recognise the brand - but then, he wasn’t buying protein bars. Ah, fuck it. He could use the extra boost. With a shrug of his narrow shoulders, Bradley peeled the plastic open and popped it into his mouth, chewing it strenuously, swallowing it quickly. God, even his jaw muscles were weak. He winced a little in preparation for the bad taste he associated with health foods - but it was actually quite a treat. In fact, it tasted like what it was called: cake. He might just add it to the shopping list. But just as Bradley went to put away those celery sticks, he suddenly felt… a strange rumbling in his stomach. Not to mention, very lightheaded. Almost as if he was about to faint.

And then he did.

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Bradley woke up on the kitchen floor, the ceiling slowly coming into focus. Shit, had he fainted? And god, why was he so hot? His entire body was coated in sweat. He was practically marinating in it. And those damn kitchen lights were so bright.

He held up an arm to shade his face — except it wasn’t his arm. Even with blurry vision, he could see that this one was thick with muscles and had a deep tan, not the usual pale celery stick. He must have a concussion. But when he told his brain to move his arm, the juiced-up imposter responded. Holy shit. It was like someone had loaded a thin skewer with thickly cut kebab meat. Bradley sat up on his elbows and, sure enough, there was another, equally muscled and delicious looking arm at the ready. He almost started drooling. He didn’t know what the fuck was happening -  but he knew he liked it. Wait. The protein bar. The Beefcake protein bar. That must be why his arms looked like this. He flexed them both, watching the juicy muscles ball up, thick and hot. Fuck. A deep groan escaped his lips — several octaves deeper than before! A meaty hand clutched his tree trunk neck, titillated by the healthy adams apple that now bounced up and down as he groaned again in a testosterone-oozing baritone. He lowered his gaze and the groan became a moan; every part of his body had been re-designed. No more celery stick. He was prime beef. He was a beefcake. Laying out in front of him was a pair of thick, porterhouse thighs, the kind that made it impossible to walk without rubbing them together. And they were long. Bradley gripped the counter and pulled himself up… and up, and up, and UP. He clenched his eyes closed in a guttural growl as the muscles in his body flexed and relaxed, as if he was stretching out after a good nights sleep. He was fucking huge.

He stumbled back, not used to the high altitude he now stood at, and something on his chest bounced. His eyes dropped to the main course, the plat principal: his pecs, which had ballooned out into two ginormous, rounded slabs of pure beef, his deep gasps causing them to bounce up and down in time with his breath. No way. No fucking way. He moaned in-between gasps as he brought his hands up to grope and jiggle them, digging his fingers eagerly into the mountains of pec meat protruding from his chest. They were equally as hard as they were soft. Bounce, bounce, bounce. This was hot as fuck! Jolts of pure sexual electricity shot through him as he brushed his hands over his new, extra sensitive nipples, craning his thick neck forward to see the two tanned, salami sized culprits hardened to attention, just begging to be sucked and squeezed. He was about to flick them when he noticed how big and meaty his hands had gotten, thick sausage fingers connected to palms that would have engulfed his old ones, and yet somehow still weren’t big enough to fully cup either of his pecs.

Suddenly he had an idea he couldn’t resist. Giggling, he took a big meaty finger, stuck it between his big meaty pecs, and started fucking them with it. He was fucking his pecs! He moaned out his own name, laughing as he did, getting faster and faster, groping his ass with his other giant paw of a hand. Fuck, was that his ass? He craned his neck around to get a look at what felt like two ginormous globes of pure butt - and that was a pretty apt description. If his muscles were the beef, this was definitely the cake. And god, did he desperately want a hot stud to put some icing on it. He was so caught up in his muscled ass that he barely noticed the nine inch bratwurst sausage between his legs thicken up, fat and hard. Everything was so big. Fuck, he was sexed-up. Even his sweat was sexier. The pearly droplets simmered on his muscled-up skin like oil in a hot skillet - like he was a tenderloin being cooked by his own immense body heat. It felt incredible. It was as if now instead of sweat, every pore on his body produced fat drops of hot precum, rolling down and lubing up every new bulging inch of him. His jus. Was there anything that little bar of Beefcake hadn’t changed? He wiped the sweat away from his face, and something felt different. Actually, his whole face felt different. Fuck. He had to see this. Bradley took off with huge, lumbering strides towards the bathroom mirror.

Woah. He was blonde. And his eyes had crystallised into two glittering, chalcedony gemstones, framed by a pair of seductive eyebrows that gave him a permanent look of seduction. He traced a thick finger down his newly squared and angular jawline, all the way to his superhero chin. Oh, shit. His mouth. His medium-rare lips were huge, and his long, thick, meaty tongue felt like it barely fit in his mouth. He opened wide and it spilled out with a meaty slap, hanging just below his chin. Oh god, his tongue must be bigger than his dick used to be. He had a fuck-machine in his mouth! A deep moan quivered out of his throat as he slid it over his pillowy lips, his giant knees threatening to buckle. They tasted good; juicy, tender and salty with sweat. Cooked to perfection. There must have been a crumb of Beefcake still on his big lips, because they suddenly tingled and puffed up even bigger - he almost went cross-eyed at the sensation.  He gave his best lets-go-back-to-my-place smirk to the mirror, followed by a fuck-me-harder face that made him wanna fuck himself. Screw eye candy. Bradley was a full course meal. An eye buffet. Except, he wasn’t Bradley anymore. He was Brad.

And Brad… Well, Brad was hot, sweaty, pumped and hard. He had two thoughts: lift and fuck. Brad needed to try out his new body - find a big jock with an ass as fat as his to pump his beefcake load into. And that meant he was headed to the gym. He bounced his pecs, gave his hungry dick a hefty grab, and winked at the mirror. Before he left, though, there was one thing he needed to do.

Brad swaggered into the kitchen and grabbed those thin celery sticks with his goliath hands, crushing a few just from his grip, and tossed them straight into the garbage. With that out of the way, it was time for a taste test.

So, then. Which one of those lucky jocks would be the first to take a bite?

Goodafternoon mister Santiago,

The procedure will be going according to schedule if you would take your place the nurse will set you up shortly.

Thank you.

Hello mister Santiago I’m nurse Joy I’ll be setting you up today. According to our files this will be your first transfer am I right?

Yes, that is correct. Your boss set me up and scheduled this for me.

Oh how nice, follow me please. The process is pretty much painless and fast. Here we are now, before we continue one last check. This is Your donor correct?

That’s the one. Could you perhaps explain what is going to happen?

Ofcourse handsome, well after we set you both up in the pods we will break down every cell of the donors body. Those cells will be processed to which you would like to transfer to your self and others will be stored in our containers. When we have done that we reintegrate every cell into yourself which could mean rewriting your DNA. Anymore questions?

No miss, thank you.

Alright let’s beging then, I’ll be back when the process is done.

So everything is set, initiate deconstruction.

As the donor almost too big for the pod slowly starts to lose form and turns to microscopic dust it all gets sucked up into the pipe above as the light turned off when nothing of him is left.

Donor is completely deconstructed, initiate filtering stage. Let’s see what our client is going to have. Ahh the normal package: body height, muscle size, cock size, testosterone production, body hair and the remaining life force. That leaves out the memories, attitude and any skills.

Two big tanks are being filled with glowing liquid one is connected to Santiago’s pod and the other is connected to something below the ground. This tank started draining after it stopped filling itself.

Filtering stage completed, initiate assimilation stage.

The tank was draining as a similar glow came from inside the pod. Santiago progressively grew taller and his muscles gained size in a rapid rate. His round shaped face gained a more chiseled sharp squared shape as small hairs dotted his chin and cheeks. The balding spot on top of his head regained a thick full bush like the rest of his hair. It didn’t take long before the balls and cock inflated in size going past the 10 inch. Everything came to a stop when the tank got empty.

Assimilation completed, the subject can be taken from the pod.

Well hello mister, it might take some time to get used to your new shape. Just be careful alright. Your wife or girlfriend will be proud having you in the bed I know I would, hihi.

Oh woah, I can’t believe I’m this huge now. My boyfriend will love it. If not he can’t fight me when I’m this strong.

Thank you for visiting have fun and if you ever need another transfer you know where to find us!

Home Improvements

My husband and I needed some work done on our apartment. We hoired a guy who would do the work for a good price, and he was hot af too! We both drooled over him. While he was remodeling some custom closets, he found a talisman between the wall the closet. He showed it to me and began to blow the dust off, when the room spun and I suddenly found myself with his calloused hands holding the talisman. My old body went about its own business, apparently unaware of what had just happened. I was hot! My old body then left for work as I always did at this time of day, leaving me at home with “my” husband. He needed some convincing of what had just happened, but eventually he believed me. I put my arm around him and I could see him tenting. That’s when one thing led to another and I fucked him. It felt so good, and he made noises I have never heard him make before. 

That was a few weeks ago and we still haven’t swapped back yet. I fucking love this body. Sure my salary is shitty, but it makes up for it in other ways. It’s so hot to fuck my husband behind my own back - I still think he’s totally oblivious to what is going on. My husband keeps finding extra jobs for me to in the partment so I can keep coming over. So fucking hot. He loves my deep voice, hairy body, musk and hard muscles. He says I’m cockier than I used to be, and well, it’s fucking hard not to be! Pretty sure I’m gonna hide that talisman somewhere, because there’s no way I’m going back.

Workout Interruption

Jonny put his weights back on the rack but turned around in worry and confusion as his buddy Tony’s body was hurled backwards and landed on his back as if he was hit by some unseen freight train. 

“Woah, Tone! You okay bro? The fuck just happened?” Jonny asked in a thick New England accent.

After laying on the ground unresponsive for a few seconds, Tony’s eyes shot open and he bolted upright seemingly full of energy, causing Jonny to back up in surprise.

“Sumnabitch that was a rough fuckin’ landin’,” Tony remarked in a thick southern accent seemingly to himself as he propped himself back onto the bench, twisting his neck and rolling his shoulders back, feeling himself up a little.

Jonny was a little perplexed, “What’s up with the accent, bro? You’re from the south side of Boston, not some backwoods fucking Alabama trailer park.” Tony didn’t to pay attention to him, as he seemed to be too preoccupied with checking himself out. Jonny, who already had some trouble containing himself around his meathead straight as an arrow best bud, was experiencing

“Fuckin’ SICK, man, just look at all this!” Tony continued in his thick drawl and stuck out his tongue and flexed his chest a little, feeling up his arms. “I haven’t felt this young, this energized, this… this fuckin’ stacked in ages!! Just look… boom, boom!” he punctuated each ‘boom’ with a flex of each arm.

Then he took in shallow, rapid breaths and seemed to flex his entire body, lifting himself off the bench a bit to showcase his jacked body for Jonny. He pounded his chest like Tarzan with a grunt and brought his arms up in a massive flex one last time.

“UURRGHH! Feels so fuckin’ good to be built like this!”

Jonny was doing his best to hide the massive erection that was tenting against his gym shorts, but he knew that was a fruitless endeavor. He gulped, “T-Tony? Dude, wh-what’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, big boy, but you sure as hell seem to like it!” He remarked with a grin as he reached his index finger forward and tickled the tip of Jonny’s hard cock head over his gym shorts.

Jonny quickly twisted away blushing, “No, no man, it’s the endorphins, it’s the fuckin’ workout pump, you know? It’s—..”

“Dude, dude! Don’t worry none, I got one too,” he responded with a smirk, scooting himself forward on the bench so his shorts would tighten against him, revealing a 9 inch, thick cock pressed hard against the fabric oh his shorts. He gripped onto it with his hand and jiggled it a little, winking up at Jonny.

Jonny’s breath shuddered as he smirked back at his friend.

“Say, how’s about ol’ ‘Tony’ take youse to the showers? Youse is lookin’ a little sweaty, huh?” the imposter Tony asked in a butchered Boston accent. Jonny nodded slowly but with obvious enthusiasm.

They both stood and walked to the locker room, ‘Tony’ slyly fingering Jonny’s hole and both of them giggling.

Across the gym floor, an overweight old man shook himself awake, looking down on himself in confusion and horror. His confusion and horror intensified as he saw himself—his old body—walking back to the locker room with his best friend, Jonny, both of them sporting massive and throbbing boners.

Big Favor

Been graduated from college for about 2 years. I have a roommate Conner. We met at training for the company we both work for. We get along great and we decided to combine our finances and rent a really nice apartment since we're both going to be working from home.

Since college, Conner has really cleaned up his act and made himself a great role model from the frat boy he use to be. He doesn't drink anymore he's in the bodybuilding and he looks amazing. He treats his body like a temple so he watches what he eats and everything.

I'm Lucas I also want the college but I wasn't a member of a fraternity. I still do some drinking and having a good time.

I walked into the kitchen one morning Conner was sitting on the counter drinking his coffee like he normally does because he was on his cell phone.

He's getting all the supplements and stuff ready for the day before he goes to the gym.

Hey Lucas, good morning how are you? You know I've been talking a lot to one of my frat brothers the last few weeks. One getting married and he has asked me to be in the wedding party.

That cool. Tuxedo and oh man that bachelor party.

Thats what I wanted to talk to you about.

Me? What you want to talk to me about?

You know I haven't had a drink in over two and a half years I spend most of my free time getting my body in shape . I'm worried about the bachelor party. The wedding all that stuff. I'll be hanging out with my frat brothers and I feel like if I'll drink and party like old days with them I'm going to ruin everything I've worked so hard for the last 2 and half years.

I've been thinking about this for a few weeks now and done a little research.

Will you swap your body for mine while I'm at their bachelor party and then the wedding.

What. Swap? Why do you want my body.? Your is amazing.

I want to swap our bodies from the neck down. You drink more often than I have in the last 2 years so your body will be able to handle the liquor. Do you understand?

We swapped bodies you take care of my body like I do. I'll be in your body able to enjoy myself at the bachelor party and at the wedding. I'll take accurate measurements and readings of your body when I first swap bodies and when I returned it the exact same if not better shape then before the swap.

When I'm in your body if I gained any extra weight I will lose it before I return it to you same thing with body fat. I'll ask to you to stick to my workout routines and eat healthy and no drinking while you're in my body.

Ok I'll do it. How do we do this?

That package I got the other day has the body swapping device inside. I've program it so it just swap our bodies from the neck down. I'll also give you enough knowledge so you know what my workouts are so you can keep my body maintained. Its all set to go. Should we give it a try.

Damn dude this body is amazing. Change my appearance a bit. But I think that's cuz you have no body fat . How do you like being in my body now?

Don't take any offense but it's nice to be in a body I don't have to be so strict with. Now I need some of your clothes so I can go on this bachelor party trip. I'm take pictures so you know how I'm keeping up with your body.

Connor's been enjoying his time in his roommates Lucas body. He really not into bad of shape and he has enjoyed drinking again and hanging out with his frat brothers. Especially when he's alone Lucas was blessed with one nice endowment.

The swapping back went smoothly. Conner was pleased with the way Lucas handed his body.

Dude you got into having my body Their gains!!! You really got into my workouts. If Conner knew how much of a work Lucas gave it. Even in bed.

Hey Lucas can we swap bodies sooner. I need to get my tuxedo fitting done.

No problem man. Pumped going to the gym. And later in bed.

I could get use to this...

I got home from the gym and headed to Conner's as I past my room. Conner was in there. Since he was in my body. I could hear him going to town my my dick. Well it is one of my body's outstanding features. LOL.

Conner took off a few days before the wedding to hang out with his frat brothers and do some partying. He sent me the pic of him in a tuxedo or should I say my body in one.

My body looks really good on him. He looks like a model in that tuxedo and my clothes.

Conner return from the wedding. He stated my body has a little damage. Lots of drinking and partying , but he would get it back into shape. Til then I should say in his body.

I am not complaining. I kind a worship it when I am in it. I love the looks I get at the gym too.

And he was asked to model. But that was in my body. Conner seem to be really enjoying my body. But I do like having his too.

I have a feeling this will be my body and life for now. I'll be a bodybuilder and he will be a model. Who knows.

I can’t believe the changes that my boyfriend had underwent from taking those hormone shots. He had a deficiency so the doctor recommended a trial with the newest one made. During the first week the changes were so drastic, he had gained 2 inches and so much muscle that we had to buy new clothes for him albeit bigger than needed as the trial will take a month. As time passed he gained more and more height and muscle. He was already ducking through the doors and even going sideways. He had this bear-ish dad body look which made him more attractive. At the end of the trial he was over 7ft tall and 400lbs of muscle. I was specially delighted that he stayed nerdy, goofy and sweet; sometime he would take charge and make a show of his body to me through flexing and carrying me like I weigh nothing and with his change his libido has gone way higher and I had to adjust with his anaconda.