Like OMG What Am I Gonna Do!!! I Suddenly Turned Into This Rando Hunk. No No No This Cannot Be Happening

Like OMG what am i gonna do!!! I Suddenly turned into this rando hunk. No No No this cannot be happening right now when it’s gonna be prom in a few hours. What will everyone say when they see me like this!!!! ALthough i can say i am one HOT rando hunk and took a photo.

This was my roommate Ian 3 weeks ago. He was a pretty good guy, funny, always upbeat, and a great roommate actually. Both of us are gay, but mutually not into each other- making the living situation drama free. As Ian put it, we were both our own gay stereotype. Ian was the twink- dancing up a club till 3am, throwing around sharp sassy humor, and strutting around in colored briefs with colored drinks. Meanwhile to him I was simply the “muscle bro.”

Our unique characters were all well and good but sometimes I just wanted a simple bro around, a dude who’d drink a beer and watch sports with me not just stream endless Bravo. Or a gym partner to pump weights with not just pass time on the elliptical. So I decided to make some changes around the apartment- and by changes I mean breakfast. Everything starts with the right breakfast- especially when the recipes come from the Jocking Manual.

Ian wasn’t really a morning guy. Dancing till 3am or 4am he rarely left bed on the weekends before noon. But I insisted one weekend that I’d make him breakfast and he’d wake up right. He grumbled- but next day I got up early and started on the pancakes. They have their own irresistible smell and sure enough Ian eventually crawled out of room to sleepily sit at the table. He just had a few small bites that first day but he had to admit there were good and that was enough to get things started. 

As each day passed I started watching improvements with pride. He started getting up a little earlier, catching me in the morning to get a plate of pancakes or a little eggs, and then even going for some bacon. By day four he finally caved and joined me for a gym session. He still insisted on cardio work but eventually he joined me at the bench and he caught on to a routine. He even started showing interest in ESPN, watching some football with me although he mostly just commented on which player he’d wanna be fucked by. But by the way he adjusted his shorts I could tell his equipment was undergoing some of its own upgrades. Two weeks in I figured I could take things up a few levels and I went all out on breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, fruit, ham… He was apprehensive by the spread the next morning but after one bite and he was hooked, wolfing down serving after serving.

The rest of the day he was on fire, ignoring the treadmill completely to max out on deadlifts, bench and bicep curls. Back at the apartment he stayed shirtless, his bony skinny frame on full display, as he switched on tonight game voluntarily. As we watched I could see every one of his thin overworked muscles contract and expand ever so slightly and I smirked as he absentmindedly cupped a hand around his arm and flexed. 

Next morning the changes were on a whole other lever. He appeared early at the table eager for food wearing a tank top I never knew he had. His arms had swollen into meaty baseball mounds and chest had thickened into two actual toned pecs. Stubble wrapped around his sharper jawline and even his voice had lost some of its sing-song pitch and dropped a little. “Yo check it out? who’d believe I had abs?” He smirked before excitedly digging into food.

I could’ve left him like that. His boyish charm mixed with a buff lean body and scruff on his chin. He still had some of that clever sassy charisma aaaand he was hot. And ultimately that was a problem. 

That day at the gym I had a hard time not eyeing his new body as we flexed through each set. He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face that I’d never seen him have before and the bulge straining his now small tight shorts left nothing to the imagination. I could tell he liked the attention. Sure enough in the showers he slipped into my stall asking for some “help with the soap”. We had a roommate pact to never fuck but… fuck he got hot. One fuck session in the showers turned into a continuous night of dirty horseplay at home, made even hotter by the fact that with every thrust into his round bubbly ass I could feel his body get harder.

That week the sex and the workouts were non stop. But I could tell Ian’s interest was wavering as his attitude was becoming incrementally more alpha. A few days went by and I saw him come out of a shower stall proudly followed by a skinny gym bunny limping to grab a towel. Ian just gave me a wink as he swaggered back to his locker, his half hard meat swinging between his legs. Better finish what I started.  

I kept on serving up my special pancakes. Adding on some special cream and unique powdered sugar to keep things on track. Just like that his arms quickly started to seriously swell. His chest and shoulders put on more mass making his old shirts way too small for his bulking frame. He started borrowing my cut off muscle tees and tanks, and then some jock straps- no doubt for a cock that was fattening into a full on a monster. He started loosing some his sassy cleverness, gaining a slow dumb chuckle as his voice grew even deeper and slow. After a week the old Ian was completely gone. “Eat up bro, need our macros- we gotta bulk this month” as he grinned dumbly flexing in front of the mountain of breakfast he made. I seriously had the perfect room mate. 

Hey, honey I know you wanted to try something different for our anniversary, so I decided to spice thing up, I know that you like seeing scrawny and weak guys growing big and powerful, I have seen your internet history but don’t worry I’m not jealous. So to make your fantasies true, I order online a magic speedo that would transform me into a hunk. Now just let me put it in my skinny body and…OH WOW ! i  didn’t expect to work so quickly I look my arms are no longer  skinny but they are huge and oozing with power my biceps are bigger than your head now, and I could crush wall nuts between these tights, and my chest is so big that I can barely see past it, oh you look so tiny from this perspective now, I hope you are ready is my time for being the big spoon tonight….

Level Up

“Mom said it’s my turn to use the Xbox!” cried my little brother Erin.

“Ugh, just a few more minutes, I’m almost done with this boss.” I replied , clearly irritated by my brother’s presence.

“But I want to play now, and mom said you had to let me.”

“Just give me a-“

“MOOOM!”

“Alright alright, fine! God, why do you have to act like such a baby all the time?”

I dropped the controller in frustration and fell back into the couch. My brother, smiling with pride that he got me to succumb to his demands, takes out my game and puts it his new one. Apparently, he convinced mom to buy him this new game that just came out- I don’t know how he did it because he’s not doing so well in school right now. As the screen booted up, the name of the game appeared.

“Muscleria?” I think to myself.

Losing interest after that I quickly get on my phone and start browsing anything that would entertain me for the next hour or so. Occasionally I’d look up to see what the game was like, it looked like a standard RPG or something and the main protagonist was some kind of young farmhand or whatever. Eventually, I heard the game announce “level up!” followed by a loud stretching sound. I looked up, and searched the room, but nothing seemed out of place. I continued to surf through my phone looking for memes. I heard the announcement again a few minutes later, followed by another stretching sound. Another low moan comes from my brother. I look at him, something seems off. Not too much is different, but his body seems… fuller, or more muscular. His arms flex a little as he presses the buttons of the controller.

“Has Erin been working out?” I wonder.

It’s the only way to explain his stronger frame. The level up appears on screen again. This time, I watch as my brother quickly inches upward and outward. The fabric of his clothing visibly strained by his expanding body. I notice that the character mu brother is playing has also grown, seemingly on par with my brother’s growth spurt.

“The game must be causing my brother to grow. But how?” I think to myself.

My brother must be fast with gaining XP or something, because soon after there’s already another level up. I can hear the sounds of ripping fabric now; Erin’s biceps have begun to force the sleeves of his favorite shirt apart. I look over his body, his legs have grown longer, his back wider, and even his feet have grown several sizes now threatening to burst out of his white tube.

“Hey man, I think you’ve had enough playtime- you should take a break.” I plead to my brother.

“Not a chance dude, not until I’ve finished leveling my character a few more times”

His voice is unnaturally deep, I’m blown back by the tremendously deep voice coming out of my little brother. Well, can I really call him little anymore?

LEVEL UP

The words rush through my head, I’m transfixed to watch my brother grow. This time, his clothes don’t stand a chance. One long and loud tear rips through the air, the front of Erin’s shirt has torn completely down the middle. The destroyed fabric falls onto the couch behind Erin, his incredible back on perfect display. Each ridge, crevice, and mound ripples as his think fingers smash the controller’s buttons. His shorts, despite their elasticity, fail to contain Erin’s thickening thighs. As the button pops off, two long holes spread over the legs of his shorts. His zipper falls. The whole mangled pair of shorts falls to the ground at his growing feet. Erin quickly kicks the ruins of his pants away as he tries to focus on his game. His feet, once small and narrow, now look like a behemoth’s. My little brother’s thick toes burst their way through the ends of the socks and his widening pads split the sides with ease. His powerful feet kick the remnants of his liberation away from him. I am in awe of my brother’s body, like something out of a bodybuilding magazine.

I get off the couch and walk towards the front of his body, as his back was starting to block the view of the TV. I could see now that the character on screen looked just like my brother- tall, muscular, barefoot, and a beard? I look back at my brother surprised to see in the midst of his growth has sprouted a dark beard across his once youthful face. From here I can see my brother’s developed chest jutting out like plateaus over a ridge of abs. I can’t resist but to run my finger over the pulsing veins of his biceps. I squeeze his rock hard shoulders and rub his firm but smooth pecs.

“How is this possible,” I think again, “How could this game turn my brother into this muscular hunk?”

It feels wrong to call my brother something like that, but how else would one describe his incredible transformation? I hear the announcement, “Level UP” again, the words echo in my ears. I watch as Erin’s body inflates even further. I realize now, that there is still plenty of growing left for my brother. 

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Lucky Night

When Lauren’s best friend invited her out Saturday night, she was excited for the chance to let loose a little. Her boss had been piling multiple projects on her the past few weeks causing her much stress – wearing something cute instead of a business blazer, having a few drinks, and dance floor confessions all were needed.

After the girlfriends spent the better part of two hours getting ready together, they made their way to a nightclub they had been wanting to try for a while. It was a busy night inside with an endless array of hot guys, the girls each had a free drink in their hands before they even got to the bar. Lauren’s friend said something she couldn’t hear, as she leaned in for a better listen, she felt a brush on her shoulder that grabbed her attention. Her head shot up and darted around to see a smirking man a few inches from her. He was some dude that was evidently very into himself and who’s cologne you could smell across the room. Lauren rolled her eyes, grabbing her friend’s arm to drag her out to dance.

Dancing with her friend, Lauren felt a nice buzz from her drink begin to set in. The DJ was good, and the drinks were strong. Lauren was having trouble finding any reason to dislike the new club. She felt a hand on her back as she moved with the music. As if the douchebag was reading her thoughts, the muscular, dark-haired man that already touched her was dancing by Lauren, placing his hand on her, again with a cocky smirk. Annoyed, Lauren dashed off for the ladies’ room.

Determined not to let some guy ruin her evening, Lauren gathered herself before heading back out towards the bar. She chatted with an off-duty cop for a few moments, having him get her a martini before going back out to meet her friend. Again, she started to dance only to feel someone start dancing against her from behind. She turned around to the see the same narcissistic guy again.

Beyond annoyed, Lauren’s face turned red as shouted “Why do you think you’re a fucking god among men?! Leave me alone!” Lauren drew her drink back and tossed it in the man’s face.

Lauren was confused as a drink hit her in the face. She felt a mix of anger, humiliation, and amusement that the hot blonde was flustered enough to throw a drink at her. Huh? But I’m the… Looking up, she saw her own petite, blonde body walking away. Panicked, she wanted to call out for herself to wait but instead, her new deep voice boomed “Your loss, fucking bitch!”

Jeremy’s stood there frozen, watching the blonde walk and appalled at what he just said. But I’m….  He looked down to see the tight black shirt the douche was wearing, thick meaty pecs instead of tits. Lifting up his tee, he felt his perfect abs as his arm flexed in the shirt slightly too small for him. Jeremy inhaled deeply, his cologne filling his nose as he smirked and said, “I am a fucking god here.”

Jeremy was brought out of his confused, yet cocky stupor as the brunette that was with that blonde chick touched his wrist, “Sorry about her, she’s just been way too stressed lately.” Jeremy saw the way the girl was smiling at him and brought his hand up to her shoulder, running his large hand down her arm while confidently saying “Forget about her, babe. We can enjoy the rest of the night.” The two stuck around the club a few minutes longer before Jeremy took the potential one-night stand back to his place.

Inside his apartment, Jeremy poured the girl another drink and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, something seemed off. He admired his broad shoulders as he puffed out his chest, looking like the epitome of alpha male. He furrowed his brown, thinking but I was that one gir….

Jeremy shook his head and pulled out his phone, getting his pose just right for a pic to post on his IG and Twitter. Leaning into the mirror he admired his perfect jawline. Flexing in the mirror he said, “This chick is definitely lucky tonight.”