Big Veggies

Big Veggies

“Babe? You didn’t go to the farmer’s market for the ORGANIC veggies did you?” Amos boomed, as his voice carried from the kitchen.

“Uh… of course I did babe. Hold on let me put my game down… Also does your voice sound different?” Raj replied half distracted as he just beat another guy in competitive Smash Bros. 

“Get in here right now mister!” 

“Geez alright I’m coming I’m coming and WHAT THE HELL! Amos what happened to you!?” Raj  stared at his once petite and delicate boyfriend who now towered over him. 

“Well I was just going about my night, eating the salad you made me for dinner and I felt a little weird. I’m glad I removed my shirt or else it would’ve been torn up just like my new socks!” Amos gestured town snootily to a pile of torn up fabric that surrounded feet that took up two whole kitchen tiles a piece. 

“Hey! Eyes up here babe! Anyway, I was freaking out and wondering if I had an allergic reaction or something with all this swelling. So I started going through the fridge and found THIS!” Amos held up a huge vegetable from the counter.

“Oh… that’s why you asked why I didn’t got to the farmer’s market.” Raj said guiltily. “Well, ya see… Amos don’t get mad but… I didn’t get the groceries from the farmer’s market… I got it from the fancy store by the factory.”

Amos glared at his boyfriend. Normally it was cute when the little guy was throwing a fit, now Raj gulped as it looked like he was one sassy slap away from an early grave. 

“You know I hate that place Raj! They were that weird store that got their food from the factory that used illegal growth hormone on all their animals! I did that whole protest for it and even went vegetarian just for that!”

Raj could only meekly nod. “I know! I know! But I was tired. It was late. I just wanted to go home and play some games because there was this new DLC recently and-”

“I don’t want to here another word! We are going to do some research and call the hospital! And then afterwards you are going to give me a foot rub because you’re really stressing me out!” With that Amos sauntered off to the den where his laptop was. His huge form having to duck through the doorway and his tight jeans highlighting every movement of his ever swaying ass. Raj was just nervous about how he’d even get his hand around those huge feet.

A few hours later and a few yells at the hospital over the phone they learned that Amos was experiencing something a few others around town have gone through. “They’re calling it Organic Growth Syndrome babe,” Amos said a little sullenly as he curled up in bed. He’d finally discarded his clothes, took a shower, and was in an ill fitting bathrobe and towel.

“They’re saying it may go away over time or might be permanent. What are we gonna do if I’m stuck like this?” Amos looked teary eyed at Raj as he lay his newly heavy form over his boyfriend. 

It took Raj all the strength he had to support his new big lover and said, “Hey. It’s alright Amos. From what the doctors said you were on the low end of changes. You only grew about 8 inches brining you up to 6′6. Not to mention you got muscles unlike all those guys that got really heavy with fat. Whatever happens, we’re gonna do this together.” Raj kissed Amos’ forehead and hugged him. Or at least did his best to. Raj wasn’t the biggest guy so he couldn’t even wrap his arms all the way around Amos’ wide shoulders.

“You’re the best Raj. I’m a lucky lucky guy.” Amos said wiping the tears from his eyes by nuzzling  Raj’s face. With a sly grin he then moved one of his massive feet up Raj’s thighs. “Well if this isn’t permanent, what say you and I explore this body a little more tonight. I’ll promise I’ll make up for interrupting your game.”

Amos then wiggled out of the robe and dropped the towel revealing one of the biggest dicks Raj had ever seen. However, Amos was a notorious bottom and he turned over revealing the thickest ass! How Amos was concealing that before was beyond him, but Raj simply nodded mesmerized by its size. He was already rock hard thinking about plowing his boyfriend’s new big butt and maybe something more.

“Thanks babe. And maybe after we have some fun back here… we try out that new dick of yours one me.” Raj smirked as Amos blushed. Their little home as well as many around town were going to be up quite late that night. 

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.

I was tired of being so small and weak. However, I knew some magic in my family, and I knew how to make a muscle theft scroll. However, I need to make some meatheads sign up so they would transfer their size to me.

That was a problem at first. However, I cleverly solve it instead of a small scroll I made a huge one and put in in a gym wall as a signable decoration it was long as all the gym hunks signed the giant scroll.  I stan there in front of the scroll and said the magic spell. In an instant, I felt the size of all the people that signed up been transfer to me.

I just stood there smiling as I saw all the guys in the gym start to shrink all their hard-earned muscles disappearing in an instant. At the same time I felt my own muscles getting filled with all that power, my pecs become rounder and harder with eas second, my shoulder wider giving my a massive V-shape, my legs growing thicker and longer to support my increasing weight stretching the material of my pants to the limits. I just smile as I see myself rising more and more I flexed my biceps which were now getting thicker than some of the guy’s torsos as I continue to grow more and more…

SwapApp - The Business Trip

Oh shit oh shit! Don’t panic… OK? Are you panicking? DON’T PANIC… You only look like your meathead brother-in-law now, right? Yeah, that’s all this SwapApp thing was supposed to do, right? Like put your face on his body? You just wanted to see what it would look like being all big like that.

No, that’s definitely his face, AND his body. And where the Hell even are you now? Looks like one of those tiny hotel gyms. Oh yeah, your step-sister said he was going to be out of town on business…

Oh shit, this app thing actually made me swap places with him, didn’t it? Fuck! OK how do I fix this, hopefully he’s too dumb to realize what happened…

Wait… What was I doing?

Oh yeah! I need to post a new pic on my Instagram! Let’s see, ah yeah there it is. Add the filter and… Post!

Oh fuck, already a hundred likes and I just posted it! Hell yeah, Tonya’s lucky to have a sexy stud like me. But she’s hot too, so it’s not like I would ever cheat on her.

Damn I miss her, but as soon as I’m done convincing these new clients to sign up, I can book it back to my sexy little baby doll.

OK, guess I better grab a shower and get all suited up for the presentation. All I have to do is show off a little and they’ll be eating out of my hands - never fails!

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.

———

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?

Karma is a witch

He used to be taller, he used to be hairier, he used to have a deeper voice, he used to be bigger than me. This was now all in the past, his pride taken away. All because of how he treated this weird girl. I showed kindness when he showed none. 

She blessed me and cursed him, I can’t say I would ever regret it. I also am not regretting the fact I lied to him about the curse. I know he would forever be stuck being just a lean little boy, never a man. He can train all he wants, but in the end we are linked and I would gain any muscle he would have gained. I love how I can just chill sometimes and he would train for me. 

The greatest part about it all is his loss of interest in woman. I don’t mind his attention it’s like a loves me like a god. He wants to touch, lick and suck my body probably just to relish in his former glory. I just can’t wait for the moment he would finally let me use his ass with my now double digit cock. I guess it won’t be long for this to happen. 

Just look at me, my bicep alone is bigger than his head all thanks to that weird witch.