Hey, I'm A Geeky Chubby Type Of Guy And Want To Get In Shape. I've Always Dreamed Of The Olympics Or

hey, I'm a geeky chubby type of guy and want to get in shape. I've always dreamed of the Olympics or even a bodybuilding competiton. The only problem is that I can't seem to ever gain muscle at all. I've tried for years.

Aw I'm sorry to hear that! You know it's all about getting the right mindset.

I didn't look like this all my life. It's a recent development (hey I used that word correctly! I think) in my life.

So let me help you by first putting on this chain for you. Yeah it's a little big right now BUT don't you worry. It won't be too big for long.

Now let me take you to the gym!

Yeah what you're wearing is totally okay! T-shirt and loose fitting shorts is like the ideal outfit. Sometimes I just go in my underwear to let my cock and body breathe. Oh don't worry I'm hard most of the time.

So anyway at the gym I'm just gonna go through some basic workouts with you.

You're hard? Not surprising. I mean do you smell the musk of this place. I produce a lot of it naturally and it's like I'm just adding to the hot musky stink of this place. Oh yeah, this is my private gym. All the guys here I've personally trained, like you hot stuff.

You can rub your cock, moan if you want to. This is a safe space lol. You're pitching quite a huge tent in those shorts. It's damp at the tip. Your leaking pre like a broken faucet. Let's go to the bench press. That way you can lift and I can rub your cock, alleviate some of that pressure and horniness. It's hard to think when you're that horny. I should know.

Lay down on the bench just like that. You're hot? Yeah you are. But yeah you're also sweating a lot. That's okay, that's normal as well. Your musk is also starting to get stronger because your balls are bloating. You can feel it can't you? That slow, gradual inflation. More cum means more testosterone. Look at that beard growing in, dense and hairy. With how hard you're moaning you can definitely hear how deep your voice is getting, how swollen your Adam's apple is becoming.

Grip onto the bar. Damn your pits are hairy. Woof. And so musky. Your cock jolts in my grip and spits out a flood of pre into my hand, soaking through those shorts and definitely whatever underwear you're wearing. Your balls are making an obvious imprint on the fabric. My own cock is hard and leaking and I haven't even touched it yet. Power of your musk I guess.

Anyway, grab onto the bar. Your hands crack and expand. Your fingers lengthening. Palms inflating and becoming mildly calloused from years of weightlifting experience. You moan as you get a better grip onto the bar with your massive hand. Your cock is about average size, but it's a little thin. Here let me add some girth to it while you bench press. I'm not sure what you're saying but I think you feel good right? Your cock is thick and fat and just oozing pre.

The best part about transforming people is edging them. Letting all those old worries and thoughts leak right out of you. See I didn't use to be a Himbo (am I using that right?) but now that I am, I think everyone should know just how good it feels to not really think too hard about anything and be horny like 24/7.

You're pretty tall actually so here's what we're going to do since I don't want to overwork you. Before you do that first bench press I'm going to shrink you. Make you about 5'8". You look chubbier now but don't worry, you're gonna be huge. And all that excess mass is gonna flood that ass of yours. You buck upwards like a bull into my hand as your ass bloats underneath you, fatty and huge and muscular. It hangs off your ass like a shelf. I can see it jiggling and rolling around underneath there. You've definitely ripped through your underwear now so let's get rid of that. I reach under your shorts and pull the tattered remains of your underwear out and drop it on the floor. Damn you're leaking a lot of pre.

Your face is red and desperate. Let's make your face even more handsome. And also, because I'm nice, I'm gonna let you cum just a little bit. It's a taste of the orgasm you're going to experience, just enough to take the edge off so you can do the bench presses. You moan and groan, and sometimes it sounds like you're in pain but I know it's because the pleasure is so intense. Your real handsome now. Love the beard. The shaved hair on the sides and the curly mop at the top. You know how to make yourself look like the hot piece of ass you know you are. You finish cumming as your nose pops into place and you pant, out of breath, soaked with sweat, a tan deepening your pale skin.

Your glasses? Oh they broke off a while ago. And besides, look at that 20/20 vision! You don't even need them. Now just relax. I'm down here massaging your cock and balls, maybe rubbing a little bit of that fat taint of yours and worshipping your ass. Your sneakers groan and start snapping apart, the laces splitting and your fat, muscular toes popping through the front. You were a size what? 8? Now you're a twelve. Feet widening and fattening, becoming veiny and musky, hair growing between your thick toes. Your heels destroy the rest of your shoes and you cum.

Again not all of it or as hard as you're gonna cum when I'm done. Now, finally, just relax, do those bench presses. Don't worry, that looks like a lot of weight but that's nothing for you.

The first rep your nipples harden, poking right through that sweat absorbent shirt. But it seems like you're sweating right through that lol. Your nipples expand even more, widening and fattening, shrinking a little as some of the fat that's in your chubby chest floats down to your ass, fattening it up even more and loosening your asshole. We need more true vers men in my opinion. Your biceps start bulging, veins popping in your forearms as they thicken. Your wrists and everything just getting wider and bigger to support the body you're gonna get.

The second rep and your big muscle tits start growing. You can feel the excess fat tighten, bloat, and explode into muscle. The skin stretching. Nipples feeling like lightning rods straight to your still hard cock.

"Oh my god," you say.

Your gut implodes. Whatever fat has been leftover from your ass expansion goes straight to your pecs, fattening them even further and stretching your areolas. Your pecs rip straight through your shirt. Your waist expands to make room for the massive abs you're gaining. They're not really all that defined, a four pack at most, but you can feel the power radiating from them as your stomach tightens with pleasure as your shoulders and traps expand. God it's like you've shoved diamonds under there. They're huge. Tearing through your shirt which now hangs open and lets me see your still hairless, massive pecs. Heaving with pleasure.

You've stopped doing the bench presses but that's okay, just ride the pleasure. Wouldn't want you to drop that on your growing, thickening neck. Remember that chain that was too small? Well it fits you perfectly now. That really was how big I was gonna grow you. All your fat burns and you sweat and turns it into pure, solid muscle. Your biceps are huge footballs, and you flex them involuntarily and they rip through your sleeves. Your pits are hairy and soaked with sweat. Your musk is staggeringly powerful and so deeply erotic I think I'm gonna cum just from smelling you dude.

One last workout.

Well for me anyway.

It's sucking you off. I pull down your shorts and take your thick cock in my mouth. You're moaning and groaning, bucking desperately into my throat and fucking me. You hold my head, comb through my hair. I grab onto your thighs and feel them expand with muscle. See, like the old me, the good thing about being chubby is that all those fat deposits turn into muscle real quick. And the burning is so pleasurable. Even better they squeeze your balls and press my head even further down on your engorged, thick, fat cock. I give you about an inch and a half extra in length and I can feel it stretching across my tongue to a girthy 6 and a half. Coke can cock. Thick and unwieldy. Always so sensitive. Balls always ready to pump your load into something.

"I can't....I can't...I can't hold it. I can't take it!"

So I let you let loose. Right down my throat. I sense your calves expanding beneath me to support the monstrous weight of your upper body. You don't "lose" weight, if anything all that weight gets replaced with pure, impenetrable, solid muscle. Your pores explode with hair across your chest. I open my eyes to see you rubbing your chest and pulling on your nipples. I pull off your cock as you keep cumming. For like a minute or two. And I jerk you off right through it because I want to milk it dry.

You fire blanks for two intense pulses. Your thick musky pubes are covered in your cum. The bench slick with your sweat.

And cum.

Now stand up.

Look in the mirror. You're so fucking hot. Flex. Feel the rolling power of your body. Pop those pecs, flex those quads. I'll worship that dump truck of yours anyway. Touch that hard cock of yours.

Clothes? Well, see, I don't think I'm smart enough or advanced enough to alter reality like that so you're gonna have to buy some new clothes because nothing will fit you.

Your head feels numb? That's the dumbing down part. You still know what 2+2 is right? Okay good. See you're not that dumb. But you are still flexing everything while talking to me because that's really all you're focused on right now, because each flex and pop of your muscles feels like you're getting fucked.

Why's your cock still hard? Well, see, most people do this thing where cumming once makes it permanent or stops it or whatever. But see, I'm not like that. I guess when I got these powers, my horniness really seeped into it. You've got to cum, like, twice before it really settles and you can think about more than just getting off.

Worried about gaining muscle no more! If you were at the competition, I'd give you a ten.

Oh don't worry I'll take you home.

And maybe you can fuck me.

Maybe we can help each other out.

I place my hand on those massive, sensitive pecs and you groan. Wrap your big arm around me.

A Burly Bargain

Connor had finally decided to dedicate a day to updating his aging wardrobe. An embarrassing amount of his clothes were still from high school, despite being a college grad now. He decided to check out a thrift store he’d driven past a number of times, a quaint little building called ‘New You Thrift’. There were always plenty of cars outside so he figured it had to be a decent place to try to find something new. He pulled into an open spot right in front of the door and hopped out of his car.

Upon entering he found that the outside was deceptively small; the store was massive, with aisles of every type of clothing he could think of stretching into the distance. With no one to greet him, Connor began wandering around displays and racks, unsure of what he was actually looking for. He figured he’d know when he saw something he liked, but as five, ten, fifteen minutes passed he started to stress out. That was, at least, until he stumbled upon a rack with a big sign labeled ‘Bulked Up Deals: 80% off!’. He couldn’t pass up a deal like that, he thought to himself, as he browsed the offerings. There was a lot of junk, but he found a cute short sleeve button up shirt, and some comfy looking shorts that he thought he’d at least try on. Pulling his gaze from the endless racks of clothing he saw a bright neon sign on the wall for dressing rooms, and began to make his way in that direction. 

Connor drew the curtain of the room closed and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a cute guy, he thought to himself, with a slim build and a little bit of scruff on his face. The old t-shirt and gym shorts look wasn’t doing him any favors though. The shirt was faded and he was pretty sure it had a hole somewhere on his back, and the shorts were too long and baggy. He stripped them off before pulling the new shorts up his legs, then slipped the shirt on and buttoned it up, leaving one open at the top. Connor took a step back and looked at himself in the mirror. Objectively it was a cute summer outfit, but it looked off to him. Maybe he was just too used to seeing himself in baggy t-shirts, he thought. As he looked over himself in the mirror something caught his eye; there was a speck of something dark right above his shirt collar. Concerned, he leaned in towards the mirror to look closely. It was… hair? Connor squinted at his reflection to confirm what he was seeing. Sure enough, there was a long dark hair poking out from his shirt.

Connor reached a hand up to feel for this hair, and his hand found plenty more just beneath the collar waiting to pop out and join it. He paused, thoughts racing, unsure of what to make of this revelation, when suddenly his whole body seemed to cramp up in an instant. Connor buckled to his knees, his entire body contorting as muscle began to push out of his slim frame. Two large pecs raised themselves like mountains from the flat plane of his chest. His abs enlarged and dug themselves a deep shredded valley between. His shoulders grew into boulders as the size traveled down his arms, biceps and triceps inflating with years of muscle. Connor’s back tightened as his lats and traps doubled in size, widening his upper body considerably. His thighs swelled, pushing against the new shorts as his legs strengthened. A groan slipped out of Connor’s mouth as he hunched over in front of the mirror, finally looking up at his reflection. The man who stared back was shockingly different, a shredded jock stretching the thrift shop clothes to the limit. 

Connor finally managed to get back to his feet when a strange itching sensation arose in parts of his body. For a moment he thought it was a reaction to the fabric he was now tightly pressed against, but the feeling was far too concentrated. Within moments it reached a breaking point in his pits, where under his skin tight shirt hundreds of hairs had started to push out. The soft wispy hairs that had occupied his pits before were overwhelmed by new, dark, thick armpit hairs. The hairs sprouted and curled together as a thick rug took root in both his pits, already slick with sweat. He could feel the hairs continue to push out, growing longer and thicker as testosterone soaked the follicles, adding more hairs to the muscled cavities under his arms.

Connor couldn’t help but try and scratch at his pits, hair flourishing from inside his shirt. He instead felt the sweat-soaked fabric as his pits had gone into overdrive, muscle still slowly building in his arms and shoulders. He took a deep breath, trying to still the overwhelming sensation. Instead, the top button of his shirt popped off, exposing his still-growing pecs. In his surprise he inhaled sharply, popping another button off. The blank canvas of his massive chest was revealed, graced solely by the scant few hairs he’d felt earlier at the base of his collarbone. Those few hairs began to spread like wildfire with thick hairs cropping up across his chest. They spread outward, first engulfing his collarbone before racing south, hairs coating his pecs and multiplying in the valley between them. The hairs also traveled upwards unbroken, creating a solid path of fur from his chest up his neck. The wispy scruff that grew on Connor’s upper lip and chin was engulfed by a wave of dark stubble. It stretched from his neck over his jaw and up his cheeks, hairs filling in between others, leaving him with an extremely dense layer of hair, though still short. His chest itched as the fur coat grew thicker, hairs tangling and curling together as his testosterone fueled carpet continued to expand, stretching out to mingle with the bushes in his pits. The wave of hairs continued downwards, his newly defined abs vanishing beneath a thick rug of curly hairs.

Connor, unable to make sense of what was happening, scratched at the newly grown pelt on his chest. He pulled through the dense mat, hairs curling around his fingers as whorls of hair were stretched and pulled longer from his chest. Upon pulling his hand back he thought dozens of hairs had been pulled free, stuck in his hand. In reality, his knuckles had started to sprout the same dark hairs as the rest of him. Patches of thick hairs were popping out across the backs of his hands, the dark fur surging up his forearms. His upper arms succumbed to the hairs, becoming buried beneath a constantly growing and shifting rug. The hairs traced over his shoulders, sprouting like weeds across the open expanse of his delts and traps, circling back to connect to the ever thickening carpet of hair on his chest. 

The hair on his collarbone tufted out slightly more, that same growth racing up to his face, where his thick stubble slowly began to push outwards from his face. The shadow across his cheeks lengthened into a dense beard, hairs weaving together into a solid mass of masculinity. The last vestiges of his original peach fuzz were erased as dark hairs erupted across his upper lip into a solid curtain of hair. Connor felt an itch on his back as hairs shot up across his shoulder blades, patches of hair that grew fuzzier as they spread outwards. He could feel it as the hairs began pushing against the tight shirt hugging his back, the growing forest of hair puffing out as it raced down towards his ass.

The explosive hair growth shot down Connor’s back til it reached the small of his back where it blossomed into a field of dark hairs that rested above his waistline. His ass was next up, his plump cheeks slowly darkening as hairs dusted themselves across the globes before the shadow pushed out into a curly rug. He could feel his ass inflating too, stretching the fabric of the shorts even more as hairs squirmed out between. Between the cheeks was even worse, with thick wiry hairs erupting from his crack and hiding his hole beneath a forest of dark fur. The itch of sprouting hair was unbearable as Connor tried in vain to relieve himself, but the changes beneath his shorts had only just started. 

Connor’s cock, pressed between his ever tightening shorts and his body, began to twitch. Blood raced into it, engorging his member to its full five and a half inches, throbbing against the fabric. The same itching sensation appeared in his groin moments later. Connor stifled another groan as he could feel thick, wiry hairs pushing out above his cock. His wispy bush quickly darkened, becoming a thicket of curls as hair after hair pushed out. His balls swelled up to twice their original size before flooding his body with even more testosterone. Hormone fueled follicles went into overdrive, thick hairs erupting across his balls as his bush crept outward, engulfing more and more territory beneath a jungle of sweaty hair. His cock lurched, feeling harder than it ever had before as it stretched out, growing thicker and longer. It pushed out, six, seven, eight inches creating a solid imprint in his shorts as hairs began to crawl up his shaft. His bush at last escaped the confines of his shorts, hairs blazing up to his navel and blending with the rug on his stomach. Connor looked down to watch helplessly as dark hairs popped up across his meaty thighs, at first just a handful but within moments they were sprouting across the entire surface. The carpet descended his legs, thick hairs tangling together as the growth never ceased. His feet pulsed with pain before his shoes split open, revealing his newly size 15 feet only to have them coated with hair in seconds, dusting even his toes with dark curls. 

Connor groaned as his whole body felt like it was bloated. Any movement he made brought the sounds of tearing seams as his body tested the limits of the fabric. His stomach gurgled as his newly defined abs slowly vanished beneath a growing layer of fat. His eyes went wide as more buttons popped off his shirt, his growing belly making itself known. He could feel the rest of him putting on more mass, softening as defined muscles were buried. His fingers thickened and hands grew calloused as more hairs continued to push out. The open shirt revealed the muscle gut’s growing rug as hairs filled in between others and curled together across his meaty torso.  His face itched once more as his beard grew dense and longer, hairs crawling up higher on his cheeks. His face grew more square as his jaw widened beneath the increasingly wild beard. His brow thickened and eyebrows grew darker. Connor saw the hair on his head start to retreat, the testosterone flooding his body giving him a more mature hairline as the hair migrated south. 

With a final tearing sound, his body relaxed, having overpowered the flimsy outfit and grown into its full glory. The man who looked back at Connor in the mirror was the most masculine, virile figure he’d ever seen. Built like a truck and every exposed inch covered in thick hair, it was an unreal sight. He felt like he should be angry, disgusted, shocked, anything at all, but instead he felt content. The itchiness and growing pain subsided as a newfound confidence washed over him.Sure, he couldn’t close this shirt, but he looked damn good showing off his body in it. Perfect for the Bear Night he’d seen advertised at a local bar. He decided he’d ask the cashier if he could wear his new fit out, and with that he left his old clothes, and old life behind.

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Could you make me grow into the hairiest guy you’ve ever seen? Absolutely coated in thick fur, sweaty and smelly to match 🥵

Hair begins to grow in thick across your body. The backs of your hands were the first to become coated in this thick greasy hairs. Knuckles yo match. All traveling up with arms and connecting with check and stomach. Your shoulders grow a thick pelt that connect with your back at it runs down your backside. Coating your butt in thick dark curls. Wrapping your legs all the down to your feet. You’re one of the hairiest men to walk. Even devolved looking from all the extra hair that sprouts from your skin. Shaving? Forget about it. And the smell. Water and soap have no effect on your newly modified body. You smell of sweat. Of Bo. Your bloody glistens from all the sweaty pumping out of your pours and tangling in your hair making you smellier than before. Dark patches appear on all your clothes and you have to change socks multiple times a day because they get soaked in sweat so fast. You belch constantly to add to your stinky nature. How’s that ?