Oh Hey, Almost Didn't See You There. I'd Sit Up To Greet Ya, But I Haven't Been Able To Do That For Weeks.

Oh hey, almost didn't see you there. I'd sit up to greet ya, but I haven't been able to do that for weeks. It's been a few months, how are ya?

What happened to me? Well I grew, duh...

Of course I'm not done, look at me, I'm puny!

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See the previous series of morphs here.

Joan

“Damn, all of this from one scoop.”

15 minutes later...

The expansive living room of his apartment nearly full to the brim with pulsing, mounding, bursting flesh. Lying flat, immobilized by the growth provided by the contents of the canister. The vessel, inverted over his face as he desperately licks every last bit of powder, relishing even in the minute amount of growth it promotes.

He’s already dreaming about his next can.

He took another huge glug of the muscle-building drink, waiting patiently for a few moments before the warmth of growth kicked in. He's been standing there sipping for hours, starting his first swig as a twig of a man.

Lost in the pleasure of his transformation he neglects to notice the can constantly refilling itself. Little did he know when cracking the seal that the muscular ride he was starting was limited only by his desire.

Regan thought he would look huge in Korea compared to everyone else. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Josh was ecstatic that his hulking roommate finally agreed to show him the ropes. First order of business the biggest protein shake he had ever seen, a full blender pitcher nearly overflowing. He thought it was a strange way to start a new training regimen, but one look at his roommate and there was no question he knew what to do to put on serious mass.

He told Josh to make sure he downs it all at once, a daunting ask for sure. The second the shake touched his lips though, that worry went away. It tasted otherworldly, spreading a tingling feeling across his body as it poured down his gullet, washing down completely until his entire body was alive with a stimulating buzz. God, how'd he get so lucky as to end up living together with one of the most massive bodybuilders in the country? He innerly chuckled to himself, but he cut himself short. A small shimmer of doubt pierced through the circus of delight provided by the shake. How did he end up living with him? Wait a minute, he lived with his friend Luke, right? Luke's a skinny little nerd just like him, not some hulking bodybuilder.

A sudden massive brain freeze stopped his conflicting thoughts cold, even so, nothing short of dropping dead was going to stop his entranced chugs. The pain in his head developed into a numbness as his memories of Luke were rewritten along with his own, the process leaving a persistent haze over his thoughts. No need for any critical thought now, actions speak louder than words, especially evident in their case.

Josh let out a deep roar as he finished the last drop, hastily discarding the dirty pitcher on the floor. Beating his chest he calls out to his equally massive boyfriend, Luke, 'let's go, it's time to fuckin' grow.'