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Out To Pasteurize

Calvin learns the side effects of Bro-science first hand after accidentally drinking some Raw Milk.

Read some real mind numbing takes about drinking unpasteurized milk and here we are! Hope you enjoy, in other news I’m going to throw up the post announcing the Viral Transformation participants soon! -Occam

Having been priced out by rising rent at his old place Calvin was in quite the pickle. Fate smiles upon him however as his sister’s ex, Derrick, is in sudden need of a new roommate. They run in quite different circles, Calvin the sort to stay in and read while Derrick probably has more hours at the gym than some people spend awake. Though as he’s lacking any other options Calvin is more than happy to move in with the jock. Time spent working out is time out of the apartment and Calvin has always enjoyed as much personal space as he could get.

As hoped, the living situation is not too bad at all. Derrick stays out of Calvin’s hair and he has more than enough time and space to work from home. There are few better relationships between two diametrically opposed people than one with only incidental interaction. Their lives together are not to continue without a hitch however as one unfortunate morning Calvin runs out of coffee creamer and rather than just drinking it black he decides to sneak some of Derrick’s unlabelled milk.

He shrugs as he’s sure his roommate wouldn’t mind, they’re quite amiable and Derrick’s always offering him protein powder and trying to get him into the gym, spotting him some milk is surely equivalent. Hearing his roommate’s bedroom door open he quickly pours a bit more than he meant to into his cup in a rush to get the bottle back into the fridge surreptitiously. Sure, Derrick wouldn’t mind but Calvin would prefer to not have any interaction on the matter if possible. He stirs in the milk and grimaces as it brightens his coffee to a far lighter shade than he typically prefers.

Derrick wanders into the living room, still halfway pulling up his shorts before stretching as he prepares for his favorite only pastime. Calvin smirks behind his mug at pulling off the pettiest larceny one can imagine before he takes a large gulp of his coffee. As soon as it hits his tongue Calvin is struck with a taste incredibly vile, and yet one that demands he drink more. As such he is torn between spitting up and forcing it down. In the end he’s just able to swallow it before the aftertaste of milk sour and spoiled spreads through his mouth. Regretting his decision he begins gagging. Seeing this Derrick quickly runs over shouting in concern.

“Yo bro! You good!? Do you, uhh, should I call for help!?” He stands behind and puts his massive arms around Calvin’s torso, preparing to do whatever he thinks the heimlich maneuver is. Feeling the warm body behind him as steam rises off his smooth, slowly swirling, mug of coffee Calvin pauses as he realizes in the commotion the taste is gone from his mouth. He feels the hot coffee settle in his stomach and at just that moment he is overwhelmed with a creamy sweetness unimaginable. Inches away from breaking one of the smaller man’s ribs Derrick feels his body stop struggling and go limp with a small groan, “Uhhh ye- yeah? I’m okay. I’m good.” His hands go to his head as he feels the tinges of a headache begin to come on, involuntarily he licks his lips and his eyes dart back to the mug.

Derrick backs away and returns to the other side of their kitchen island, his eyes still painted with concern and adrenaline making his hands slightly shaky, “Promise you’re good bro?” Calvin nods as he far too quickly convinces himself that that rotten taste must have been in his head. He just wasn’t expecting the milk to make his coffee taste so good, yeah. That’s it. He takes a second sip and lets it sit in his mouth, as he tries to make out the taste. It almost seems thicker than heavy cream he thinks, coating his teeth in a thin film as he swishes it around before swallowing. Calvin pauses and bites his lip before deciding to just level and ask what kind of milk it is as the desire to use it again later begins to stew. “Hey I, uh, hope you don’t mind Derrick but I used your milk for creamer.” 

Concern immediately vacates his roommate’s eyes as they grow wide in shock, he opens his mouth to respond but clearly the slow-turning gears in his head can’t quite decide what to say. Not even an Uhh spills out as he stands there. Seeing this Calvin speaks up to try and keep it light, “sorry if that was an overstep, um, dude. Though it’s some of the best I’ve ever had! If you wouldn’t mind telling me what kind it is I’d love to get some myself! Is it like heavy cream? No way it’s a non-dairy!” Calvin takes another sip and lets it again dance on his tongue, he can barely taste the coffee underneath as the milk’s creamy taste grows more prominent by the second.

There is another pause. Derrick’s eyes follow the cup and he grimaces before swallowing hard and bucking up. “For sure for sure lil’ bro. Uhhh, promise you won’t be mad though.” Calvin tilts his head and Derrick responds before he has a chance to swallow and respond, “It’s from my guy at the gym. It’s um, raw milk.” Calvin’s brow furrows quicker than a heartbeat as he hears this. His mind races with memories of the brain-rotted arguments he’s read from the most barbarous gym bros about drinking the bacteria ridden garbage, for quite literally no good reason. After that, memories flash of health reports that followed soon after, detailing the bird flu outbreaks in the community. Despite this, and despite himself, he doesn’t immediately spit take. Try as he might his lips open slower than his throat as he swallows yet another mouthful of what he now knows to be unpasteurized poison.

“What the fuck?” He says quietly, staring daggers into his roommate who is shaking his hands and head quickly. “Nonono bro bro just chill! My trainer fuckin’ swears by this stuff and he’s completely fine! If you saw the results you’d be- Uh? Dude?” Derrick pauses as he sees Calvin start to raise the cup to his lips again, he had just intended to inspect it bit. Give it a sniff or something, but it’s like his body’s on auto pilot. His hand tilts the mug and his mouth falls ajar. His throat similarly opens unnaturally as the whole of his cup, only just cool enough to drink, pours straight down his throat. His eyes widen in fear as the desire to drink overpowers every rational thought crying out for him to stop immediately. 

Slamming the mug down after essentially shotgunning his surely pathogen filled cup of joe, Calvin finds himself frozen in place. Clutching his mouth he’s lost in thought as everything in him begins to accelerate. Chugging his coffee seems to have filled him with even more energy than usual as his mind races even faster than his accelerating heartbeat. He struggles to focus on any meaningful course of action, and couldn’t possibly come to the idea to induce vomiting to eliminate the source of whatever this hysteria is. Instead, he’s struck with a deep rooted need to move, to sweat, to work hard. He is immediately twitchy as every individual muscle in his body has an urge to stretch, to burn, to grow.

This desperate need is clear on his face and when he looks up to see his hitherto antsy roommate Derrick, he simply smiles wide, wordlessly understanding what is about to happen. Calvin can’t hear whatever he says over the buzzing in his head, but as Derrick brings out his smallest gym clothes he’s able to put two and two together. Filled with impulse alien and energy unbecoming, still clearly driven by whatever strange autopilot that brought the raw milked coffee to his lips, Calvin finds himself getting ready for a horrible gym session with his roommate.

Concern at just how bizarre this situation is falls by the wayside as he feels the soothing burn of stretching. Thoughts and worries of being sick vacate immediately as he instead focuses on whatever’s going on in his body. Mumbling to himself about needing to stretch more, he allays the discomfort in his stomach as he sees just how excited Derrick is about finally getting him to go to the gym together. “Bro let’s go! Your first pump is gonna be killer! Especially after having some of my trainer’s special stuff!” He adds on, slamming his massive hand into the back of Calvin’s shoulder with enough force that should send the typically meek man sprawling.

Instead Calvin simply stumbles forward a single step, grunting as he rolls his shoulder and flexes his arm. The burn from the smack swiftly transitions to the burning soreness of exercise, before even lifting a weight lactic acid sears through his arm and veins bulge down his bicep. Calvin turns with a cocky smirk, arm raised in a bicep flex and Derrick stands beside himself with excitement, he shakes Calvin by his shoulders, “Brooo! Let’s run! We gotta make the most of your first dose!” While his body races with energy his mind slows and his eyes glaze over, not quite able to understand whatever Derrick’s implying. At any rate the two men race out the door. Calvin trails quite far behind at the start but with each surging step forward he feels himself picking up speed as his legs begin to bulge larger.

Once inside Derrick immediately sends the newbie through the wringer. Mind clouded, he’s putty in the expert’s hands as he’s ushered into machines and through techniques he should be struggling to complete. Instead every lift, every push, every pump, sends pleasure immeasurable through him. His body burns. His body grows. Gritting his teeth as his biceps fill the sleeves of his shirt and for the first time muscle begins to amass on his flat chest. Derrick’s mouth may as well be watering as he sees Calvin’s insane gains. His own pulse accelerates as he pushes Calvin well past what his breaking point should be.

“Fuck bro, you look fucking killer!? No way this is your first time at the gym.” Derrick says through a smirk as he positions Calvin at a mirror so they can take some thirst traps. Awkwardly posing as he begins to feel a comedown from both his workout and whatever concoction he unfortunately enjoyed, Calvin feels some sort of sense begin to return to his mind. Seeing himself shirtless in public he feels his lungs take brief panting breaths as he begins to hyperventilate. Inspecting his reflection he’s thrown off course, he does look killer. That’s impossible!? That’s not how working out works right? He leans in close to see pecs have somehow bulged onto his chest. Traps above and arms that could lift more weight than he could previously dream at their side. He balks as he sees his body has somehow become something beyond admirable.

He typically prides himself on his rationality, but as he sees these impossible changes he knows there can only be one cause. He gulps as he looks at his first workout partner wandering off into the gym, feeling an emptiness in his stomach that there is now a desperate need to resolve. He needs more. Calvin’s eyes continue tracing every new powerful curve of his body while he waits for his roommate to return. Somehow two steps ahead of the usually astute Calvin, Derrick returns hiding something behind his back, “Guess what I got bro!” Calvin’s breath catches in his chest as he stares at his roommate with hunger newfound.

Derrick tosses him a bottle with a smug smirk at having totally convinced the man on raw milk. Catching it, Calvin doesn’t hear the recommendations offered or see the look of shock on the jock’s face as he opts to down a good chunk of the quart then and there. “Woah bro?” Wiping milk off his face with a sweaty arm he releases a burp louder and deeper than he would ever have allowed himself to do this morning. Derrick pats him on the back once more with a laugh. Excited at having another bro to workout with, he doesn’t spend a second questioning the changes in his roommate as his stomach bloats and his pecs almost seem to grow weightier immediately. 

Returning to their apartment Derrick talks Calvin’s ear off about macros and strategies that Calvin agrees to without even half-listening. Feeling the not quite cold jug of milk in his hand he knows he has everything he needs already. While it filled him with energy inhuman this morning, drinking it after a workout has unearthed new sensations. Under his new bloated abs he feels his cock begin to stir in his pants, only now realizing that he’s wearing borrowed compression shorts he notices that he is already chubbed up. Feeling his dick stretch against the nylon fabric he bites his lip as his balls pulse beneath it. Seeing him adjust his gait Derrick fully looks down to see the man’s package suddenly bulging through his shorts.

He laughs loudly as he addresses the not-quite elephant in the room. Eyes glazed over even more now that his growing balls have arrived on the scene, he doesn’t quite hear Derrick explain the broscience behind NoFap. Converted already on drinking raw milk he continues nodding along as his balls do their best to demand his attention and immediate release. 

Crossing the threshold into their apartment Calvin feels himself tempted to already throw in the towel and enjoy the fruits of his new labor. He’s heard that masturbating after working out is a heady delight, or perhaps it was the other way around. He puts his head in his hands, groaning as there’s a drive in him to stay strong. Sitting on his bed he realizes a lifeline in self-control that sleep presents and simply lies back. Whatever happens while he’s unconscious is out of his hands he thinks with a smirk as sleep finds him quicker than it has in years.

His new changes continue their advance while he rests in dreamless sleep. Calvin squirms as his new chest immediately begins to strain the tank he threw on before hopping into bed. His pecs grow at a rate quicker than anywhere else on his body, nipples growing from the pinpricks they’ve always been into half-dollars that will rarely be hidden behind a single layer of fabric. 

Well, his pillowy pecs aren’t outpacing every part of his body. Hidden in musky compression shorts he didn’t have a chance to change out of, his balls swell to produce hormones for a man twice his size. Hair prickles up from his pubes, creating a dusty treasure trail, and out from his pits, to one day connect with a forest on his chest, as testosterone production soars higher than that of lumberjacks and the most macho military men. Morning wood pushes against his shorts and he moans and rolls over onto his stomach and clenches at the sheets.

His unconscious form moves with a ferality as he humps his bed with power that continues to grow greater by the second. In his own bedroom reading workout guides, Derrick looks to the wall in shock as he hears his roommate’s bed frame creak. Feeling his own package cry for attention he decides he’s earned a break as he treats himself to his own petit mort, imagining his twink of a roommate bulking up over time, he begins jacking off to his fantasies. Totally unaware as the man’s body in reality is already exceeding his dreamed expectations. 

As Calvin finds release, moaning loud enough for Derrick to hear his voice deepening, stubble begins to stain his face. Likely to never leave for long at all. His cock had jumped out of his waist band during his mattress humping session, leaving cum stains smattered across his new treasure trail. After this release his balls return to overdrive and begin to churn once more, filling him with desire and drive that will get him through his next workout, milk or no milk. Though given his apparent addiction to the stuff it is clear which way he would prefer.

Calvin isn’t quite sure what time he went to bed or what time it is now that he’s woken up. His morning routine of drinking coffee and getting straight to work abdicates to be replaced by his chugging whatever of Derrick’s miracle milk he can find. Seeing it still dark outside he isn’t deterred as he downs a glass of raw milk before pouring a thermos of the ambrosia for the road. Raring to go, he grabs his roommate’s workout bag and beats feet to get another steamy session in at the gym. 

Something within Calvin tries to speak up in existential fear of what has happened to him, what he is becoming. Slowing his jog he is struck with a migraine. Grunting as he picks back up speed, he feels his balls pulse and his bloated torso flex as every step towards the gym brings him closer to pleasure and fulfillment he’s never neared knowing before now. The voice in the back of his mind grows quieter and rapidly feels itself losing ground, after all hasn’t he always wanted to be this kind of guy? Who wouldn’t. His pecs bounce with every step, his new larger nipples scratching against his tight shirt as his chest aches to grow larger. 

He sneers at the early morning receptionist as she tries to check him in and she rolls her eyes, muttering something about asshole bros before returning to her cellphone. Hearing that as he continues striding forward, massive chest raised, the final meek part of him remaining grasps at its last strands. He’s not a bro. He's just a normal guy. So what he’s started to hit the gym, it’s not like he’s some dumb oaf, right? He struggles to hold this should be truth as he sees a shirt he should be drowning in hang off his chest, exposing his lowest row of abs and a treasure trail he’s never come close to having before. He avoids looking at his defined jaw underneath a beard that should have taken him years to grow. All the while he desperately fights against the mind-numbing urges issuing forth from his growing cock and bulging balls.

Making it to the locker room he immediately loses his shirt and looks at his reflection in full. Seeing his milk-bloated stomach he flexes his muscles and just as soon pauses thinking about who he is, who he is supposed to be to instead watch as every part of him bulges larger. Hungrily staring at himself his thoughts slow to a crawl, befores stopping altogether as he methodically stretches and flaunts every muscle group in turn. He hasn’t even touched a weight this morning, and yet at every movement his body seems to expand and bulge larger. Biceps peaking higher with every flex, thighs strain his pants and his calves burst larger with every raise and stretch. He licks his lips as he sees individual strands of muscle on his pecs cramp and grow larger, doing so he tastes the nectar that delivered him this deific form. 

The voice of his past self goes completely mute as his mind slows to such a crawl he’ll be lucky to ever perform actions with more than three steps again. The idea of excess certainly doesn’t cross his mind as he tears into Derrick’s gym bag looking for the packed flask of his potation. Can’t have too much of a good thing, he thinks without thinking as he immediately brings the flask to his mouth and chokes down as much as he can stand. Raw milk trickles down his face as he truly becomes the type of man he has always loathed. Unconcerned with hygiene or social moors, unwashed and apathetic to anyone around him. Why should they matter anyway he thinks as his pecs bulge larger as milk trails a path in between thickening hairs.

His stomach bulges larger as he consumes more milk than anyone should have in a week. He groans as his throat bulges with the haste at which he’s downing his miracle elixir. Thankfully he’s already torn off his shirt to ogle himself or it would have burst clean off as his stomach expands. His heavy pecs bloat even larger as they rest on his new gut. Clouded spit drips down his chin as he sits down and blankly stares ahead, saliva mixing with sweat that is increasingly covering his body from the exertion of putting on mass. The locker room bench creaks underneath him as weight it should take a lifetime to produce just pours onto his body as the last dregs of his mind, his true self, slip away. 

His swollen stomach swiftly bursts the waist of his pants as fat and muscle struggle for real estate on his new form. Veins bulge down his meaty arms as his biceps rival the size of his head, now supported on a neck the size of a tree trunk, framed by weighty traps on either side. He guffaws as he sees his cock fully exposed in the locker room and goes to cover it with one of his massive mitts, struggling to do so just as any pair of pants would from now on. There's the sound of fabric exploding and he looks down to see his feet already more than eclipsing the now torn soles of his tennis shoes. He scratches his thickening beard as he tries to figure out what to do. Slow as he may be he’s pretty sure the gym will kick him out if he wanders around the gym nude.

Digging through the pile of Derrick’s clothes he realizes all the clothes within were dirty laundry. Shrugging as that’s no longer a concern for him he finds a pair of sweat-stained shorts and throws them on, smirking at the feeling of his cock freeballing in the tight cotton shorts. No chance he’ll find a shirt large enough to cover his godly torso he doesn't even try. Why would he want to cover his pride and joy anyway. Scratching at his chest as the hair across his torso thickens into a pelt he smirks before switching to fondle his package and flex at his own reflection. 

Calvin feels pre drip down his leg as he immediately grows hard and swears he can see himself pumping larger with every heartbeat. He isn’t sure how long he stands there getting off to his own power before his roommate arrives to the locker room shouting, “Brooo! I was wondering where my gym bag went huhuh!” He runs over and gives his bro a bear hug  before trying to lift him, neck bulging as he fails to get the now behemoth even an inch off the ground. Calvin laughs loud enough for the eyes-rolling receptionist to hear as he moves to easily heave his now less massive roommate in the air. 

Derrick blushes airborne before smirking and playfully squeezing the titan as hard as he can, similarly apathetic to the filth covering his roommate’s hairy body. After the man holding him high stops laughing Derrick speaks up, “See I told you that milk was the stuff huhuh!” Moments pass while Calvin stands with mouth ajar, as he will for a few seconds anytime his slowchugging mind deigns to try and speak. His voice is a rumble as the dull words fall from his slack-jawed mouth, “Uhhhh whatever bro. I’ve uhhh, always been about drinking that shit.” Punctuating it with a rather bullish nose exhalation as he sets the man down and pouts.

His roommate rolls his eyes and ruffles his short sweaty hair as he knows when to let the big guy win an argument. “Sure sure bro. You wanna head in there and get even fuckin’ bigger?” Derrick sees Cal’s cock bob in his shorts like a dog’s wagging tail at the idea of a workout. He grunts in the affirmative and Derrick pats him on the back to usher him forward. The two men then set off to the races, Calvin now taking point. Never to be the bright one again, nothing remains in his mind to question why he knows all he does about working out. 

Rarely would any adrift shred of his past self stumble through the dense thick fog of his mind. If they ever do they’ll find themselves part of the new Cal soon enough anyway. It’s of no matter who he was before he was king of this gym. He doesn’t even need bro science anymore as he continues to grow larger au naturale. The two men become icons at their gym, every day showing the ropes to men who dream to be a fraction of what they already are, and every night returning back to their apartment for some steamy well-earned cardio.

Getting messy with a gallon of chocolate milk chug

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FML: Urged

I think this was the photo that got me in. Of course I get the appeal now. But at the time I thought I was just messaging some other random torso on the apps. I was supposed to just be in and out, no strings attached. After all, he wasn’t my usual type. Looked like a roided out gym rat: bit of a gut; dark, wiry hair; and thick muscles. But muscles weren’t the thickest thing about him, and who was I to pass up a good time?

So I went over to his place. I wasn’t surprised when it was a loft above a small gym. Seemed like the ideal spot for the kind of guy. What I was not expecting was the apartment itself to be so…nice? Normal? I was prepared to get fucked on a twin-sized mattress on the floor, no frame, with sweaty clothes rotting around me. But the apartment had some character. He even offered me something to drink before we got started, in an actual glass. Maybe I needed to raise my standards. We chatted, flirted a bit as I finished my water and let things get hot from there. We kissed in the kitchen, made out in the living room, and worked our way back to his bedroom as sweatshirts, belts, shirts, pants, and straps trailed behind us.

As I positioned a pillow under myself, he took off his wife beater, the last barrier between us. The shirtless torso that seduced me was on full display as I rubbed his chest. As he leaned in to kiss me, I felt engulfed by this bear of a man, skin electric where I felt his hair ticking my bare chest. My senses felt heightened as I tasted cheap beer on his breath and smelled a deep musk of sweat, cum, and Old Spice, more in line with what I had expected from him. He ran his calloused hands over my chest and abs before finally taking up position over my trembling body. I wanted him in a way I hadn’t felt since I was a teen. Normally I would want to talk a bit more, at least give a safe word. But as he surrounded me and I felt his presence, my brain flipped a switch as my body instinctively relaxed for him. There were no thoughts to be had as my mind was consumed by his rich scent, the pleasure of his cock slowly stretching out my ass, and his intense gaze set on my fluttering eyes. At last I felt his bush pressed against my clenching ass. He lingered for just a moment, every throb of his member sending shivers through my body. He leaned in and whispered, “You feeling good, baby?”

I could only moan a bit in response. Feeling his weight bear down on me and his cock in my ass left no room for words. He shoved his pit in my face and I instinctively took a deep huff. Any resistance and tension left in my body released. I felt filled by him, just a vessel for his use. I was about to stick out my tongue when he pulled back and repositioned himself. He held my shoulders as he began moving his hips.

As he slowly began to fuck me, I felt him reach new depths within myself.

“There you go, much better. Let yourself just float”

I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to. His cock methodically jackhammering my hole had my body riding wave after wave of pleasure. Then, I felt him tense up a bit as his cock swelled just a bit more telling me what was to come. He buried it deep as a pressure built within myself. A few more thrust from him and I shot my load over his furry chest. My mind could no longer handle it. I slipped off into a void of pure bliss, as this stranger collapsed on top of me, feeling his damp fur against my body and filling my senses once again with his musk.

I woke up the next day back in my own bedroom. No one else around. No signs of trouble. No clue how I got back. If the whole experience hadn’t been so vivid, I would have thought I dreamt the whole thing. But as I rolled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, one change became very clear.

Seemingly overnight I had lost my smooth skin and dirty blonde curls. In its place was hair. Thick, dark, course hair. It covered my chest, my arms, my back, even my crotch. I was shocked but, also, something else began to tickle at my brain. I took off my tank to get a better look at the forest. I flexed my muscles and admired the way it coated my chest and seemed to exaggerate its size. I hit a double bicep pose and smelled a familiar scent. The scent of sweat and heat and masculinity. My mind flooded with images of that night as my cock stood at attention. I shoved my face into my own pit as I bagan jacking off in front of the mirror, admiring my new body. It felt strange but satisfying, watching this stranger in the mirror mimic my every move as I lusted for him. I didn’t realize how far I had gone until I saw the stream hitting the mirror. It was hot, but something still didn’t feel right. As I cleaned up the restroom, I picked up my razor and considered cleaning myself up a bit. But as I lifted it to my face, I noticed my newly hairy pits. Exposing them, the scent of last night invaded my mind again and I couldn’t follow through. I finished getting dressed and I left for the day. With a busy schedule, maybe I could get some answers tomorrow. I think that was the last chance I had to do something, divert from the path laid out for me. But looking back, I don’t know if I would have changed a thing.

No day was as sharp a change as the first, but each morning as I looked myself in the mirror, something was a bit different. Maybe it was the sharpness of my jaw. Or were my pecs always this swoll? One week I swore my feet were growing larger. There is no way that they always slapped the ground like that. But my shoes always fit perfectly. Heck I may even need a new pair soon. My joggers were beat up as hell and reeked when I took them off after my Saturday runs. But soon it was the days that I couldn’t find anything that looked different that began to worry me most. Had I always thought so much about the bodies of the men around me? Did people always talk so fast? But as life slipped back into routine. Soon I began to question myself. Why had I worried so much about any changes? Things never actually seemed out of place, and I worked out hard to get these gains. I had been going to the gym for years and had spent years perfecting my splits. After about two months, I stopped worrying at all. Until finally, one day I woke up and looked myself in the mirror, I saw the same man who greeted me for years.

I was a sweaty gym rat. Always had been. Always would be. I took a deep huff of my own funk, and rubbed my muscles. But everything fell into place, something felt missing. I shouldn’t have to keep this godly body and musk to myself. For the first time in a while, I hopped onto the apps and started scanning through. God, all these old matches were terrible. Why did I used to have such a thing for those muscled-up college boys? They couldn’t grow a beard if their lives depended on it. Besides, I think I wanted someone a little more…submissive. Scrolling through, my eyes caught on this young 20-something twink. Something about him reminded me of someone…someone I used to know. His lithe body, tight curls, and skimpy clothes told me he was a bottom before I clicked on his profile. A few messages back and forth, and he was on his way.

He walked in the door and it was all I could do to contain myself. Something deep within me wanted my seed deep in his ass. I needed him to worship me. I wanted him to become just like me. I had no patience as my body acted on instinct. I stripped my shirt and calmly approached, placing my hand against the wall behind him. As my masculinity and musk washed over the twink, I watched as his eyes fluttered a bit and knew his mind was submitting.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked plainly.

“Ye-yes, sir.”

I grinned as I understood fully now just what had happened to me, and the power I held. But watching this twink practically trembling in front of me, maybe I was even better than my captor had been.

I gave him a quick kiss as I lead him to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to make another man in my image.

Cursed Pigs

Content Warning: Incest, Weigh Gain, Homophobia, Misogyny

Mason was about to go on a date with his girlfriend, he sent a snap to his story to show off his body. Mason was a sophomore in college, he loved to workout, he’s the type of man who could easily steal your girlfriend.

Mason was an arrogant asshole who didn’t care who he was mean to, he was as homophobic as it gets, genuinely being disgusted by gay men. If any girl he dated had a gay best friend he’d force her to drop him, and they’d always listen because he was extremely good in bed. He hated fat people the most, found fat women to be disgusting and fat men to be pathetic. He learned all of this from his father of course, who he was on his way to visit for Labor Day weekend. His father was a muscular daddy type, if Mason had been in his 40s they could be twins.

He couldn’t wait to meet his dad for Labor Day, he and his father and they were planning on going camping. Mason had gotten home and called out for his dad. “

“Dad! I’m home!” Mason walked into the living room where the tv was on and his dad was in his cushioned arm chair, but his dad looked different. His dad had become fat, his once muscular body had been covered in blubber. There was a thick musk in the room, and he was just in underwear that had been clearly stained with cum and piss.

“Dad what the fuck happened to you, when did you become a fatass?!” Masons dad said nothing, instead he let out a rank fart. Frrrrrbbbbttt. “Oh god dad that reeks!” Mason didn’t realize what was on the tv, it was playing a weird sound and as Mason looked closer there were fat fags feeding each other with junk food. “Dad what the fuck are you watching?? What’s wrong with you!” As Mason yelled his minds started to feel numb, he started watching the TV and taking his shirt off.

A drip of drool started to fall from Mason mouth as he watched the fat men stiff each other with doughnuts, cake and burgers. He watched as the fat men started getting fatter, he was feeling hungry. “D-dad… what’s happening?” His dad continued to stay silent as he rubs his stinky crotch. Masons body started to soften, all of the hard work he had put into his muscles was being wasted.

The softening of his body continued, a feeling that was foreign to Mason. “You’re started to look good, boy” Masons father finally said something, his voice had gained a southern twang, which made no sense since they were from Jersey. Mason had a hard time getting his words out, he tried really hard to protest, but his cock was starting to stiffen.

“Da- daddy please… what’s happening?” Mason’s belly started to hang over his waistband, his chest was quickly becoming plump moobs. His v-line has become a u-line. “I-I’m getting fat… daddy why am I talking l-like a fag-got…” Mason grabbed his fattening belly, causing him to moan.

Masons body began to become covered in body hair, where he use to shave regularly, now he looks like he’s never seen a razor. A piercing formed into his nipple, his dad got up and tugged on it. “Smell my musk, boy” Mason’s daddy groped his moobs and played his with sons growing belly. “Mmmm your cock is getting covered in fat, boy. Fat boys don’t get big cocks, you know that piggy.”

Mason reached down and felt that his once 8.5in cock shrunken down to a 3in nub. Fat was swallowing his body and Mason fought with the urge to run and the urge to worship his daddy’s smelly cock. Mason was starting to get smellier and smellier, BO and musk emanating from his body.

Masons transformation was almost over, as his daddy played with his fat belly his brain was becoming foggier and foggier. His cock a useless nub that he can’t use to fuck bitches anymore. The misogynistic muscle head was gone and was replaced by a slobby, stinky fat pig.

What Mason didn’t know was that his father had pissed off a fatass on twitter, and she cursed him and his jock son to be fatass faggots. Because of her, Mason and his daddy were closer than ever before… and they could no longer spew ignorance because they were too busy shoving food into their mouths.

This is what happens when get a good whiff of feet from your infected neighbor beast.

Feels overwhelming doesn't it. That high, that buzz, that strong feeling of my essence crawling on in. While you suck and huff my infectious foot scent. As you puff on em back with your foot breath, it only makes em sweatier.

Further opening your mind to me. But you probably wanted that when you first saw a beast like me huh heh. You wanted to be big, stink, strong like me. Heh you look like nothings on your mind. Now that your face is dripping. I know my stink is scrambling yer brain, eh!

"Mmmmm, y-yes! These feet are...g-good-!"

Well keep sucking the sweat bud. Keep swallowing it. Cause once yer done. It's all you are now. Just how it is, how it should be.

"-sniffs- y-yes, this is!"

Don't worry cause yer gonna turn into me. Ya gonna stink, sweat, grow, and think like me piglet. Already inside ya, but I'll train ya bud. I'll make ya into one hell of a pig. That's it keep huffing em.

"Y-yessir just like you. Just...like...you! B-beefy balls cock and nuts and- and oh god- my nuts sir."

That's it that's it, let it happen bud. It's okay bud. Just keep swallowing my stink while you let your nuts boil over. Rub my feet while it happens.

"-whimpers, while breathing heavily and panting- mmm mrmm ye-yes sir your stink, i gotta breath mmm fuck I need to blow. So much sperm in my nuts, bull balls, aah in-infection. All I am- I- I accept. Stink in my brain, aaaash! -practically frothing at the teeth-"

That's right bud. Let me in, let it in. Let the stink in!

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And now something to thank you for taking the time to read this...

hi i would love if you could transform me into your stupid foot slave.

Clean Slate

“What do you want to be in life?” I ask you as we relax at my place at the end of our date. You give a rather non committal shrug as I peel off my socks and rest my feet on the living room table.

“Huh. No career ambitions? Artist, scientist…cleaner?” I smile at you as you approach and sit across from me, scrunching your nose slightly while the scent of my feet wafts over to you.

“N—no. I guess not.” You reply sheepishly, your eyes leaving mine as they lower to my large feet.

“I’m sure we can find your place in life. You probably have lots to give. Talented at many things. Such as…cleaning.” I sway my feet back and forth on the table as I watch your eyes follow them. “Just keep watching.”

“Huh?” Distracted, you don’t even look away. My feet and their movements were utterly fascinating. “I—I don’t…”

“Cleaning.” I repeat bluntly. “I bet you’re good at cleaning.” Your back bends as you naturally feel yourself lean forward, your head lowering slightly as my feet take up more of your vision. I hear you take a tentative sniff, your eyes glazing over.

Cleaning.

“Cl—cleeaning.” You slur as a bit of drool slides from your mouth. I give a little snicker as I witness you lick your lips. Your head begins to sway along with my hypnotic sweaty feet. Mirroring it’s motion. The smell at this point was incredibly overpowering, burning away your feeble inhibitions. My feet are fucking your mind, my toes pushing to the back of your skull. Reshaping your soft brain like playdoh. Back and forth. Back and forth…

“See, I’m not so much looking for a ‘boyfriend’. Too much maintenance. But I’m sure we can find a use for you. Cleaning clothes perhaps? Maybe bathroom cleaning? No. Cleaning…feet.” I look down and validate you with a smirk.

Cleaning. Feet.

“Foot cleaning. Yes, yes I think that’s your place in life. A mindless foot cleaner. Cleaning my rank feet. You’re very skilled at it.” I assert, placing my hand on your head and guiding you closer. “It’s okay. Some of us are meant to improve the world, some of us are meant to be productive members of society. And some of us, some of us are meant to lick the space between men’s toes.”

“I…no. Please.” You plead as your face enters my feet’s gravitational pull. The musk flowing up your nose and swimming around your emptied, foot fucked mind. They smelled just as you suspected they would, of feet. Your attention is captivated by a bead of sweat on my sole. It didn’t belong there, there on my perfect feet. You feel an impulse growing. A need. You needed to…needed to…

“Clean.” I answer for you. Making everything suddenly fall into place. It just made sense. “Clean my stinky feet.”

You shudder, any hint of resistance fading in an instant. Your mouth obediently opens and your tongue glides down the length of my sole, picking up all the sweat and grime that gathered from our long walk. The taste is sour and foul but for some shameful reason, that stirs your cock. You didn’t want this, but not wanting it made you so unbelievably hard. My feet had successfully hypnotised your mind, conditioning you to kneel at the mere sight of them. Seeing my sole was the only trigger needed for your mouth to water, for your thoughts to dissipate. For you to become no more than a rag to wipe my feet clean.

“Always glad to see someone enjoy their job so immensely.” I bend forward and pin a little badge to your shirt. The two words printed on it in basic typeface describe your entire existence ‘Foot Cleaner’. Now no one, including you would be confused about your role in life.

“Cweeann siiir.” You moan with a mouth full of my flavourful foot cheese.

I laugh above you, flexing my arms as you perform your job. “Good boy. Good foot cleaner. Lick every inch until they’re glistening with your saliva. Aren’t you happy I helped you find the height of your aspirations at the bottom of my feet. Dumb idiot.”

“Yusss, thank you sir.” You wanted to be a good obedient boy for master.

“Shut up and work.” I shove my feet into you, rubbing them across your face. “I expect my feet to be spotless slave. You will be here every evening from now on to fulfil your duty. And then you will pay me for the privilege like the pathetic foot slut that you are.”

Do I make myself clear?

Herbal T

After a sudden breakup Clark decides to finally conquer his wanting sex drive by overdoing an herbal remedy. Soon enough he finds himself nothing more than a servant of his newfound lusts.

I did it everyone, I finally wrote a story under 3k words! Enjoy this, only relatively brief, story of a man’s hypersensitive existence! -Occam

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Clark had never really minded his low sex drive. It’s not that he found sex debasing, he’s just never that horny. He wasn’t quite ace, but as many men would learn throughout the years, his libido moved at a glacial speed. After his longest term relationship to date ended due to his proclivity for nigh-celibacy, he was starting to reconsider the urgency of his desires. Over the years Clark had tried a litany of home remedies and aphrodisiacs to little difference at all. Doctor’s visits and his own research point to him being hale and hearty. Still, as he lays in his bed, alone once more, he’s determined to come to a solution.

Finding sleep fleeting he tosses and turns before he remembers some long-forgotten herbs stuffed in the back of his bureau given to him by an ex. Clark was hesitant to use them at the time, but now that he’s nearing his breaking point he’s decided that no holds are to be barred. He needs to increase his sex drive at any cost, then surely Paul will come crawling back to him. Digging through drawers to find the small tin, Clark quickly produces it only to find no information or instructions on the cylinder. No wonder he neglected to try them at the time. Opening it he can’t quite decide if they should be brewed as a tea or smoked.

Fortunately for him, as soon as he’s inhaled the fumes released from his opening the jar, Clark is immediately struck woozy. He barely gets the lid back on before he spills backwards onto the bed, narrowly avoiding falling on his ajar laptop. He babbles to himself as he is struck dumb with desire, blood from every extremity rushing to his cock with such overwhelming haste he can’t help himself but release a single guttural grunt before he is unconscious. His sleepful hands claw at his strained shorts while his package surges larger than past partners could have ever imagined it being.

Unfortunately for them, no one is to reap the benefits of Clark’s cock at its most turgid. His balls swell beneath the growing length as they send sex hormones down nerve pathways his body has long since abandoned. His mind races with fantasies and fetishes he never imagined it would entertain. Sex with faces familiar and random passersby fly through his imagination and his underpants are promptly soaked through as Clark experiences his first wet dream at such an intensity it may well make up for his decade and a bit of passed on opportunities for sex.

The new urgency in his crotch is not the only physical change coursing through his body at his first waft of the herbs. Testosterone has always been on the scene but never has it taken such a dominant position in his body. Hands rub across the whole of his body as he remains unconscious, gracing tightened skin as muscle expands beneath. Veins bulge on his arms as his hips hump into shorts that are rapidly becoming too tight for comfort. 

Clark grits his teeth as abs punch their way onto his torso. His hands hesitate their rapturous exploration of his growing chest to instead scratch at the light itches beginning to arise at every expected area. His armpit burns as his few pit hairs lengthen before thick new strands shove themselves in all the real estate available between hairs and further afield. Turning his head he feels stubble that has never quite graced his face scratch against his sweat stained pillow and his eyes bolt open.

Awake yet again his mind hasn’t even enough awareness to question the fact that he’s sitting in a pool of his own bodily fluids as his hands quickly remove the only obstacle between himself and gratification that he has never truly desired before now. His mind moves like putty while his hands are twitchy in hyperactivity, every changed muscle fiber quivers as pangs of satisfaction and a lust for even more courses through him. His fingers flit between the keyboard and his crotch, with each touch light or deliberate he writhes and his mind tosses philosophies and intelligence like ballast weight. He struggles to produce any porn at all having never had the need before. He stumbles on a website and at the first image is struck with unparalleled bliss, his core convulsing as he flips to instead hump his bed.

Face down, he continues his exercise in staining his sheets, slicking up a new treasure trail as it inches its way towards his developing chest. Hesitant to return to the overwhelming images on the screen, his eyes turn and land upon the small tin of herbs that introduced him to this state of ecstasy and and before a second passes, the canister is in his hand. Caution to the wind, fuck whatever he thought before he needs more. His lust-addled mind hasn’t the wherewithal to consider the options in consuming the dried mystery herbs within. Inhalation got him this far but that’s baby steps, he wants to be inducted to whatever plane of pleasure this concoction will usher him to.

He forces his clumsy cum-covered hand into the tin and simply shoves as much of the mix as he can muster into his wanting mouth. His eyes cross as he falls backwards onto the bed, the half-handful of the mixture that missed his mouth scatters around his bedsheets, sure to be licked up later, once whatever shreds of his mind that remain return. For now his desire, pleasure, sensitivity all rush to higher heights than one should ever experience. Clark feels the burning of his body changing, mouth lolling open as even the thickness of the air on his tongue brings him closer to the satisfaction just out of reach as he stretches and flexes in turn. He languishes on the bed, effortlessly becoming the perfect vessel to induce this ecstasy anywhere he so wills it, with whomever he desires.

His sharp wit and conscionable conscience rot in his now unending lust focused mind like overripe fruit. Taking a deep breath and smelling his own salty-sweet ichor mix with the miracle herbs, Clark couldn’t possibly bring himself to be concerned with the meager problems of his real life. He feels every thickening hair cry out with new nerve endings, from the sweaty forest of curls in his pits as they rub against each other and the fattening biceps that contain them. His mouth falls open once more as facial hair begins its spread outright, stubble that will never leave his face for more than a moment paints itself across the whole of his jaw before aiming to race towards his equally dusted chest. At the epicenter of his new existence his cock bulges larger as it is surrounded in a true jungle of dark pubes as they curl upwards towards his weightier pecs, ever wanting to expand his body into the garden of delights he oh so wants it to be.

His meatier hands need not even touch his cock as every screaming sensation, from his back on the wet satin sheets to the friction of his own sweaty skin on skin, fills him with immeasurable pleasure. Every cell sends signals so hypersensitive it's as if every part of him is an erogenous zone. His mind continues to atrophy into this state of permanent yearning. Were he even able to look beyond the explosive sensations he’s bathed in, he would see no purpose in anything besides the continual exploration of his new world of sexual indulgence. Losing count of how many consecutive cumshots he’s loosed into the air quickly enough to make one wonder if he even has the capacity to count, Clark stumbles to his feet only to find more sickly delight in his soles against the carpeted floor.

After an immeasurable time of his body continuing its development towards the end of perpetual pleasure seeking, Clark’s sluggish mind plods to the idea that he could garner even more satisfaction were there another body here with him. He swallows the drool pooling in his mouth as he grabs his phone and struggles to remember the password, after mashing a few buttons he groans before being succinctly locked out of his phone.

His arms tense as he fights the urge to chuck the machine against the wall before he starts to move and loses his footing. Completely unfamiliar with how to carry the new top heavy weight he falls back onto the bed and once more begins writhing in delight, moans of pleasure seamlessly merge with guttural grunts as he bucks. They are swiftly followed by an existential laughter as whatever mind remains within Clark  realizes he couldn’t even summon his own phone password to his mind.

  Before he’s able to begin reflecting on his new state in whatever pitiable way he can, fortune smiles upon his lustful self as he gets a phone call. Who could it be other than the man who began his descent. At the chime of the second ring, Clark has answered and wrenches the phone to his ear. It almost slips out of his hand from the sweat as he struggles to focus on his ex’s words.

“Hey Clark I- I don’t know what got into me. I-” There’s a sigh and a pause as the man on the line rubs his face in embarrassment for having put his own sex drive ahead of his love for his dearest, “Would you want to grab coffee later today?”

There’s a long pause and Paul squints as he hears Clark pant. Batting away images of the two men frotting and fucking he struggles to think even one step ahead. He grunts before he tries to speak coherently, “Paul.” His voice dry and raspy, Clark quickly clears his throat and stretches his jaw and mouth as if he must relearn how to control it. His hand reaches to his own neck and he shivers from the sensation, “Me want-, uhhh.” His eyes glaze over as something inside him realizes just how truly his higher functions have deteriorated. Given pause, his untenable desires take the wheel with another grunt and he speaks plainly and thoughtlessly, “You come here? Me- Grgh. Me over it. Fuck?”

Paul was second guessing himself as soon as he heard the man speak, sounding deeper than he did even on his sickest days. As the breathy words spill out sounding strained, he concludes something must be up. Hearing the content of Clark's bizarre words he blushes before hastening to depart to Clark’s at once, out of concern as well as excitement at the potential that they have both learned something in his petite absence. He smirks as he thinks himself to be the one to finally awaken desire in the sexually sedated man, not knowing what a beast lies in wait for him when he gets there. “I’ll be there in five babe,” he winks to no one, “Don’t forget the protection.”

The line goes silent and Clark grimaces at the words said in parting, protection? He scratches his head in confusion at what that could even mean, shifting to scratch at his pit dripping with sweat he sniffs his hand before shoving his own head directly in his pits with a deep chuckle. He’s vaguely aware that there should be some preparation done, but looking around at his sweat and cum covered bedroom cleanliness is so far removed a priority it may as well exist no longer to him. 

He flexes at himself in every reflective surface he can find, biting his lip and shivering as the cool air washes across his sweaty skin. Unable to fathom any real preparation to be done before the arrival of his, uh lover? Fuckbuddy? Whatever- He instead does the hardest thing he can imagine, taking a break from touching himself. Abstinence has a new meaning for the man now that any stray sensation can send him over the edge. 

He takes deep quivering breaths as he stands still in wait, imagining just how sweet his next release will be once he feels the incoming man in his arms. Each passing second the anticipation only continues to heighten his heady needs. By the time he arrives Clark’s so eager and hungry Paul’s lucky to get the door closed before the lustful giant pounces. Shocked at what has become of the man he knew Paul hasn’t a moment to think before he too is overwhelmed by senseless pleasure. After all, what could matter more than the pursuit of this everlasting delight.

Can you turn me into a washed up former athlete now bear coach that bottoms for his team members?

OF COURSE BRO!! If only more idiots asked me this type of thing 🤤

Fuck, you're so hot bro. I bet you look incredible out on the field, it'd be great to get a piece of that ass. Too bad you wanna get rid of it, hey?

Coach says you're off the team. I know I know, it sucks, so you came to me to help get back in his good books. Come on, sit down on the couch, I ordered us a pizza ;)

Truth be told, you always wanted to get a bit bulkier, didn't you? Bros love big biceps, but coach always said you had to stay lean. That's not an issue now, is it?

Woah, fuck bro, slow down! You're done with that whole thing already? Let me order another one. And here, have some beer - relax a little.

What's that? Coach won't let you drink?

DUDE, we've been over this, coach isn't in the picture anymore... just chug it, you know you want to! I said I'd help you get back in his good books, but just, you gotta trust me!

There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it. I crack open another can and hand it to you. Soon you're on your third, then fourth, oof, let me go get another six pack. Talking about six packs... I should mention, all that beer is going straight to your stomach

Oh come on, stop whining, people like a bit of a belly, it's hot, it makes you like bigger, beefier. There, look, that gut looks good on you. You feel your shorts and tank top start stretch and strain, and a thick layer of fat grows over your muscles. I snap my fingers, and suddenly, you see...

How do you feel bro? Pretty hot, right? A big, sweaty fat ass, sitting shirtless in your sweatpants. Covered in fur, sweat, and, uh, oops... I guess your hair got caught in the crossfire. But at least you don't need to worry about getting it cut anymore ;)

So, do you like it? NO? What are you talking about? I know you don't look 20 years old anymore, that's the point - I thought you wanted to get back in coach's good books? Dude, you weren't getting back on the team, sorry. I had to be creative.

Anyway, you better get used to it. Go crack open another six pack

You slump back into the couch, distraught. Don't worry bro, I gotcha, let's turn some soccer on to cheer you up. I hit the remote, and your TV screen lights up with tonight's game

Isn't that better? Your eyes are glued to the screen, and you feel a new way of thinking take hold in the your mind. That was a great pass, wasn't it? But fuck, what's that striker doing, fucking idiot! WAIT, FUCK, FUCK YEAH! You'll have to show this clip to your boys.

Wait, what? Your boys? Uh, yeah, you're going back in tomorrow to start your new job as the assistant coach. I told you I would get you back in his good books didn't I ;)

Oh, just one last thing: think of the team for a second. HAH, look at the face, you're practically drooling. It turns out that coach didn't really need an assistant, he was doing pretty fine by himself. So, I had to persuade him that you could be useful in other ways. We decided your old mates could do with some relief after practice, a way to take out the stress of the game. I did have to make you a bottom, but, hey, at least you're back in the locker room

Genetics (twink to bear tf)

"Urgh, you know what I fucking hate? Fat men. Like, bears, you know? It's just so gross. I can't believe they don't take care of their bodies"

I fucking hate twinks like this. Just because he's skinny, smooth, pretty, he thinks he's so special? It's just genetics! It's not anyone else's fault their DNA has made them a real man, not like him.

If he thinks it's so fucking easy to be them, why doesn't he try walking a mile in their shoes?

Hmm...

SNAP - a nice, big, pair of work boots (don't mind the smell). Their last owner has soaked then nice and deep in sweat, and the traces of DNA left in them will be just what this twink needs to remodel his life.

I leave them in his bedroom. When he finds them, his curiosity will get the better of him, and as he slips them on his cells will start to squirm and wriggle and edit their genetic code into the perfect pig. His balls swell, pumping more and more testosterone around his body. His muscles thicken and bulge, and a layer of fat coats his stomach. He tries to yelp, but a low, rumbling growl comes out of the new, thick Adam's apple instead. When he clutches it, he feels that his hands are thicker, meatier.

A real man should have thick, sweaty armpit hair too. All that extra testosterone makes you stink, you know? It's intoxicating, and he reaches down and grabs his new, thick cock.

Fuuck, he smells great. At least, he thinks so ;)

But damn bros, I dunno, do you think it's enough? That's not a bear, that's a cub at best

Cuz like, while his old twink genetics had kept his body hair to zero, in a real man, those follicles get turned on everywhere. His back, his hands, especially his ass. He should have after wave of dark hair creeping all over him, up over his shoulders, deep into his crack...

And no one keeps up a gym routine forever. Eventually he'll start skipping, taking cheat days, and those things have consequences, ya know: big consequences. With all this new appetite his body starts to bulge, stretching out at the waist, each can of beer going straight into his new gut. His brain cells rewire - from now on, he's gonna be always hungry, always just wanting to sit on the couch, scratch his balls, and stuff his face like a pig

There, bros, don't you think he's perfect? Of course when he snaps out of it, he's gonna scream, sob, and whinge about his new body, but I'm sure he'll come round eventually. He'll understand how much better it is to have a body like this, to have a set of genetics blessed by the god of pigs

But if not, hey, he can just lose some weight, right? It's so easy

[I hope this one is good! Remember, asks and dms are always open for tf requests or roleplay. Maybe tell me what you'd do to me, or request a visit from the god of pigs]

Whooooweee fuck that was intense. Didn't think these feet would stop growing fuck. They're real big now like, 13 or some shit. Damn putting on these socks really did some work then.

Thought they were sweaty before, boy now they're soaked, and I up and ripped through the damn socks. Now the smell is just floating around. It smells...real good hehe, fucking didn't think I could smell this much. This strong either, it feels good. But can't have all this power to myself no. Gotta rub these on someone's face I- I gotta give to them hehe. Gotta spread it mmmm.

Spread my footstink...

This is what happens when get a good whiff of feet from your infected neighbor beast.

Feels overwhelming doesn't it. That high, that buzz, that strong feeling of my essence crawling on in. While you suck and huff my infectious foot scent. As you puff on em back with your foot breath, it only makes em sweatier.

Further opening your mind to me. But you probably wanted that when you first saw a beast like me huh heh. You wanted to be big, stink, strong like me. Heh you look like nothings on your mind. Now that your face is dripping. I know my stink is scrambling yer brain, eh!

"Mmmmm, y-yes! These feet are...g-good-!"

Well keep sucking the sweat bud. Keep swallowing it. Cause once yer done. It's all you are now. Just how it is, how it should be.

"-sniffs- y-yes, this is!"

Don't worry cause yer gonna turn into me. Ya gonna stink, sweat, grow, and think like me piglet. Already inside ya, but I'll train ya bud. I'll make ya into one hell of a pig. That's it keep huffing em.

"Y-yessir just like you. Just...like...you! B-beefy balls cock and nuts and- and oh god- my nuts sir."

That's it that's it, let it happen bud. It's okay bud. Just keep swallowing my stink while you let your nuts boil over. Rub my feet while it happens.

"-whimpers, while breathing heavily and panting- mmm mrmm ye-yes sir your stink, i gotta breath mmm fuck I need to blow. So much sperm in my nuts, bull balls, aah in-infection. All I am- I- I accept. Stink in my brain, aaaash! -practically frothing at the teeth-"

That's right bud. Let me in, let it in. Let the stink in!

Another way to help a bro turn on over to the goon mutant side.

"Bro my dong its-!"

"I know bro, don't worry I'm inside ya."

"What man I don't understand. It feels so good but bro this is that-!"

"I know it is bro I know. I'm one of em, thought this would be the best way to turn ya to. How we usually did it."

"What man you're in-infected too! No I can feel my nuts! c-changing!"

"Shh I got ya bro. Lemme stroke ya dong, up and down greasy donger dude!"

"N-nuh fuck man...."

You press your lips to his ear. Whispering gently as you let your infectious pre seep into his cock. Squeezing tightly, not to stop but to really hold him close. Hugging him. Letting your new skin affect his. As you whisper, your breath flows into his nose. Bringing him to breath in your strong essence, filling his mind with a sense euphoric and immense pleasure.

"That's it I got you bro, your musky bro got you man. Hehe so go ahead and goon for bro man. Goon for bro. Just start drooling and let your brain just go crazy."

"Fuck you doing to me man. You're inside my penis man, you're in my mind. No I feel you in my nuts, I feel it-!"

"Yeah man keep feelin it all over you. In your brain, in your your peni- no wait; in your nuts. Let me infect you bro. Mmmmmm hehe!"

"Fuck man fuck fuck fuck fucm OH fuck man oooooh ooooooooh my balls. Oh fuck you're gonna make me blow man!"

"Do it. Sperm all over, sperm your new load all over yourself. While hold you tight with my big Ole arms bro.

Your bro's language goes from whimpering, moaning, to growling, and howling in under matter of seconds. Under your new infected power. You held tighter as you felt the flow of his sperm edged ever closer to his complete transition. You focused nice and deep, long and hard into connecting with virus inside his nuts. Making his balls swell further, yet pushing more and more pre for his cock like it were a broken water pump. Your friend had been howling and wailing from pleasure you had been putting him through. Going as far as to affecting his prostate.

Leading him to pressing deeper into huffing your musk, and thus causing his nose to leak snot and the like. A goon like expression would form across his husky face. A large grin from ear to ear, and deep chuckle. He could barely keep his eyes open as he stared at you. Looking peaceful and happy with this, and so were you back at him. Still grinding your face against his.

"Thanks bro, fuck I wanna blow so bad please. Please bro I feel it so fucking deep!"

"Hehe sure bud. Here let me help yah really release."

Suddenly your buds body arches aggressively, whincing, twisting, gritting his teeth. Coming howl once crying out once more. His balls jumped and throbbed, before sending ropes and ropes of faintly glowing seed across the room, before you point it to his face. Each load that his face he would swallow, and each of those woukd bring him deeper and deeper into this new existence he would face.

The ropes cum would sit on his already hairy and torso. Seeping into his body hair and growing. Making him moan a little more afterwards. His cock finally coming down and laying on his new carpet of chest. Not before leaving with a growth of new length, traveling up to his nipple and dripping with pre.

Both of you, your friend in particular exhausted from this session. You turn to him asking how he feels. Seeing him look on down at his nuts. Looking at the two swollen masses, then his dick. About the size of his forearm, and his hair. Enough to suffocate someone in its warmth and new smell.

"I feel...great bro fuck I feel good I could...go again haha. Look at my dick man. It's so big and slimy hehe."

"Yeah you look good now, there's really more to this than where that came from hehe. You'll be looking like me in no time. "

"W-well man what're we waiting for ah haha mmpf. I wanna be looking like you bad mmpf so bad.

"Yeah man. You want this!"

"Fuck yes man! I swear on the new dong dangling, and dripping between my legs I-I wanna grow into yah. I wanna swallow whatever this thing is, right out from your tanks."

"Hehe got me really stiff now. That was only the introduction. Okay bro come and pucker up, and get a sweet taste and down as much of my dirty sperm as yah can."

"Oh I'm gonna man, I'm so horny my body it needs more its hungry for something."

"Eat up then, it's dripping just for ya brother. Open wide."

Your friend now swallowing your dong. Would go on to connect with you through this bate ritual. The rest of night would go on as you would pump him full of your mutant jizz. Prompting him to fully converting. Full of overwhelming joy and arousal. As you continued to full each other's brain with lust, penis, and pursuit of gooning.

How else you gonna get your friend to join?

"Hey man the fuck did you bring me out here."

"For this fucker huff it!"

"Mmm mmmpf the fu-mmpf!"

"Shhhh man just let my fat nut sweat smother ya and take over man. That's it."

"-gags- fuck man what was that!"

"How do you feel man heh?"

"You- damn I feel good. Shit your nuts smell got me all uff. Mmmpf damn I'm horny so horny ah."

"Thats it just let it happen. I really smothered your lips with pre, and sweat glazed infected fat sack. That brain of yours will get buzzed in no time."

"You were infected?"

"Hell yeah, let it happen too. Let the guy shoot into my cockhole and fill my nuts. Now you got it too. So buckle up. Cause my new nuts are buzzing."

"M-my face. I'm growing a-a beard and the smell its- oh. It's oh its its goooood ugh."

"Mmmhmmmm there we go. Here let me coat my hand more. I'm gonna smother you, glaze you like pig."

"You- Your pre and nut stink are m-making my brain fuzzy and drooling and mmmmpf!"

"OH it's gonna be more than that. You ain't just marked now, I'm gonna now turn ya. Now breath, and swallow."

Dumb boy~

Don't you know you're cursed?

The more you fight it, the more you'll grow~

Don't worry, you deserve it.

I Don’t Want To Go Back

Bradley:

I’m sitting in the doctor’s office and I feel butterflies in my stomach. All I can is look down at my legs and feet— well I guess Luke’s legs and feet. They are his in the first place but I now control them.

I’m waiting on a response from the doctor who’s helping my big brother Luke and I with our situation. He’s with Luke right now in the other room who’s in my body.

From what I can understand, one of us gave the other some kind of sick that caused everything. All I know is that, one night I went to bed as me and the next morning I woke up as Luke.

That night, Luke was doing his workout when I walked in to his room. I was trying to ask him if he could help me out something.

“What do you want twerp? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Suh—sorry Luke! I just wanted to get some help with—”

Before I could even ask him anything he got all angry with me and pushed me out of his room.

Then the next morning happened…

I remember waking up and feeling strange, but it wasn’t until I sat up and saw Luke’s big feet and hairy legs that I knew I wasn’t myself.

The next thing I noticed was Luke’s morning wood, i learned quickly that morning that he does not go to bed in PJs.

I looked down at the hard wiener amazed by its size, I touched it and it sent sparks through me.

It took me a second to fully focus but I eventually got up and went to the bathroom.

That’s where I realized that I am now my brother Luke. 

Seeing Luke’s reflection in the mirror made me feel nervous and excited. I had so many questions.

But then I felt something for the first time, confident! I feel so confident in this body.

I stood in front of that mirror for awhile until I heard a loud voice hollering.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!”

I peak out of the bathroom door and saw my body rushing down the hallway angry.

But the second we made eye contact, he froze in one spot.

“Bradley… is that… are you me?,” he said to me.

“Yeah it’s me, are you Luke?” I asked him back.

I thought he was going to be nice to me for a second but nope!

Like charged down the hall and almost like he was going to lunge for me. Before he could get to the door, I quickly shut it which caused him to crash into it.

A locked the door, scared of what he was going to do. Then I remembered something, I’m the one with all of the strength now! I opened up the door and Luke was on the ground still trying to get back up.

“You little shit! You did this! I don’t know how but you did this!” he said to me.

All of the sudden, my dad came out of his room.

“Boys! What’s going on here?”

“Your son over here took my body!” said Luke.

“I didn’t take it Luke! I promise!! I’m just as confused as you,” I said crossing my now bigger arms.

“Can someone clue me in on what’s going on? And Luke can you please get some clothes on!”said my dad.

We sat down with him after I put on a pair of pants and explained what happened that morning.

He didn’t believe us at first but after a call with a speciality doctor, my dad’s eyes got wide and then he hung up.

“Boys, I’ve some good news and bad news.”

“What’s the good news?” said Luke.

“Well this is a rare situation to happen but you’re not the first ones ever. And you’re both physically fine other than uh… well.”

“Come on dad! What did they say? Are we stuck like this?”

“Well they want to run some test but that won’t happen until next week.”

“NEXT WEEK?!? BUT I GO ON MY BEACH TRIP NEXT WEEK!!”

“I’m sorry but you have to cancel Luke!”

“Fuuuuuuckkk this! I’m going upstairs!”

Luke stormed away from the table while I stayed back.

“Sorry bud that’s he’s so upset, you know it’s not directed at you right?”

“I guess so,” I said back.

“Do me a favor for right now, just stay clear of him for right now.”

“I promise I will!”

The next few days changed me a lot. It started out with Luke and I having to switch out all of our stuff. My dad wanted us to at least pretend to be each other for the time being so I got Luke’s room, clothes, even his cellphone (which made him the most mad).

I even learned a lot as well. Like how to work out, what being a 19 year old is like, my dad’s started to teach how to drive.

But what I find interesting is all of the things i like about my new self.

Like my new feet! I love the way they look, my dirty socks, the way they smell after a long workout— it makes me so hard!

I’ll take pictures of them and even put my face into them after a long day!

I also love my muscles! I feel so powerful with them!! Even my friends are into them.

Well once again, technically Luke’s friends. Specifically Seth, who I talk to everyday. We go back and forth sending pictures of ourselves. I think he likes me, a lot! I like him too, a lot lol.

He even told me last night.

Texts:

Seth: Dude, I wish you told me how you feel. I would have made a move a long time ago. But if you want to keep this on the DL, I’m cool with that. But as long as we have our fun on the beach trip.

Bradley: We are going to ALOT of fun on the trip I promise!

Seth: Well could you send me a little teaser? Maybe a body pic 😈

Bradley:

Seth: Hot!!🥵

Bradley: Do you like feet?

Seth: …

Seth: If I have to be honest, I’d never tell anyone else this but yes. I do indeed have a foot fetish.

Bradley: I took this one earlier 😎

Seth: Well since you’re showing off 😛

Bradley: You have really nice feet!

Seth: Oh do I? I’ll let you do anything with them on the trip.

Reading that text from Seth made me instantly hard!

I talked to him for a while and this morning but I’m so nervous to find out what’s going to happen!

Are they going to give me something that will put Luke and I back in our bodies? I can’t go to my body, not before I go on my trip with Seth!!

A knock was at the door.

“Bradley, can I come in?”

The doctor came in and I felt like I was about to puke!

“Hey, sorry that took a little bit. Your brother doesn’t seem that happy. How are you with all of this?”

“Me? Oh I’m good, just an adjustment.”

“Well you seem to be taking it better. You know this is very rare. Unfortunately, this is something so new even to us. I wish I could tell you things are going to be back to normal soon but…”

“Wait, are you saying this is forever?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say forever. I guess I’ll just go ahead and say it. This is a lab made disease that somehow got to either you or your brother. We don’t have a cure for it at this moment. So I’d highly advise you, your brother, and your father to try and make this your new normal for the time being.”

“Oh wow! I can’t believe it!”

“So you’re good to go—”

I hopped up and immediately went for the door. As I walk out, I see Luke with his head turned down.

“Hey, you okay?”

“No…”

“Well cheer up! That body isn’t so bad,” I say messing up my former hair.

“ Easy for you to say!”

“I’m sorry Luke but we are gong to have to accept this for now. Sides, I’ll be a good big brother to you. I promise.”

Luke looked up at me and for the first time in a while he had the tiniest smile.

Two Days Later:

“Flex on em Luke,” says Seth as he takes a picture of me.

I walk up to him and say, “You have the bigger muscles why don’t you show them off.”

He grins and says, “I only show them off for you.”

“Hey do you wanna sneak up real quick while none of the other boys notice?”

“I thought you would never ask!”

We run up the stairs and as soon as we’re out of eyesight Seth pulls me in and kisses me.

“Come on inside Luke, I’ll let you play with these piggies,” he says wiggling his toes in my face.

“Can you do that thing you did last night with them?”

“You want another foot job?”

“Yep!”

“Oh boy! You’re lucky you’re so cute!”

He was doing the photoshoot for a friend. The photographer was nice when they talked over texts and the few phone calls they had. It made him feel not as nervous about the photoshoot. He had never done anything like this before, so he anxious, but also excited.

He knew he didn't have the model looks, but he also knew he wasn't unattractive.

'This could be a fun little experience.' He tells himself as he walks into the photographer's studio.

The two men make small talk as he's told to dress in the attire the photographer picked out for him. He was a little confused since they hadn't mentioned anything about him needing to change his wardrobe. As far as he knew, this was just supposed to be a non-professional sort of thing.

He doesn't protest, though, since the outfit wasn't anything crazy. Just simple grey pants and a button-down shirt. Although as he dressed up he noticed how the clothing was a few sizes too big for him. He says as much, but the photographer tells him it's fine.

"I'll make some edits if need be." He says.

With that, he finishes getting dressed and walks over to the backdrop that was set up.

"Okay, give me a nice big smile."

"That's it!"

"You're doing great!"

"Hold the pose. Perfect!"

Each praises and click of the camera stirs something in the young man. His anxiousness just evaporated. He grew more confident, seeming like he had done this many times before. The clothing that was a little baggy on him starts to fit around his growing body. The young man's lean body frame gaining in size with the amount of muscle he was gaining after each photo was taken.

His face that was clean shaven before itches while black hairs sprout along his sharpening jawline. He rubs a hand over his new beard, shuddering over how good it felt under his touch. While he grew more muscular, the young man lost a few inches in his height. Making him a little under average with his height.

To close off the photo shoot, he does his favored and signature pose. Grinning at the compliments, the photographer gives him. With th photoshoot concluded so too was the young man's old self. Now, he was a confident, more attractive model. Eager for his followers to see these new photos of him.

I finished my commission list, so all slots are available.

Just ignore it - 1

David is teaching a course on identifying and managing magical anomalies, and begins to suspect there may be a reality-warper in class. Largely because everyone's butt looks too good to believe.

2 (Next)

(btw this is inspired by one of my favorite TF stories)

“Now the point of these journals is to start recognizing energetic and temporal anomalies, better attuning yourselves to…”

I paused mid-sentence, feeling that something was off, taking a beat before I continued with the lecture. I was hoping to have some time to settle into the Fall semester before having to deal with an inevitable minor metaphysical crisis, but a reality warper a few weeks in was not what I saw coming.

Having a job that includes resolving paranormal wrinkles in spacetime seems exciting until you realize that somehow they’ve found a way to turn it into yet another 9 to 5. People often expect some sort of imposing mansion or gothic structure whenever they hear “Center of Supernatural Sciences,” but it’s actually a squat concrete block cobbled together by a regional college in the 70s. The scariest thing for visitors is figuring out how to connect to the WiFi, though if you’re rude to Seema at the front desk, she will put a hex on you and that’s just your own fault. It’s been a mainstay on this campus for decades, but for how much longer was unclear, as administration has been defunding us relentlessly for as long as I’ve been here. The university doesn’t see our value in light of its own investments in mass surveillance technology and a more ‘hard science’ study of spookiness, but the work we do is still important. Supernatural phenomena are much more common than a lot of people realize–it’s just a matter of actually paying attention–and our work is split between teaching, research, and service, addressing issues locally and regionally as they arise.

And no, we’re not magic cops. We’re not out to punish or control, fist bumping each other as we shoot silver bullets first and ask questions later. That’s archaic. We investigate, mitigate, and remediate, stepping in whenever the fabric of reality gets a little too bunched or frayed and mending as best we can.

I teach a class called “Investigating Supernatural Threats” almost every semester, which is a title that I absolutely despise–I think it’s an insult to our more than human neighbors–but the department is worried that if we change it we’ll end up losing funding to the criminal justice program, and it’s a hill I’m only willing to get bruised on. But it’s a survey of identifying and responding to paranormal, metaphysical, and magical shenanigans, so it tends to get all kinds. It’s usually a relatively small group, a smattering of grad students from occult history to crypto-zoology, museum curators and archivists needing a refresher on what to be cautious of, and often–which I’m personally delighted by–new forest rangers sent by the state’s Department of Natural Resources who are doing overnights for the first time.

But back to the issue at hand. It’s my job to stay observant across multiple temporal and dimensional planes, so I’m known for picking up on minor phenomena and patterns that at first glance may not seem significant. So around week 3, I couldn’t help but notice that most, if not all, of the men in the class had near perfect, juicy butts, yet all unique in their own ways. I was used to commanding attention with a round booty sitting pretty on my 6’1” frame, looking downright disproportionate against my lean swimmer’s build–a blessing and a curse, really–but some of them were giving me a run for my money. Which isn’t really an issue, squats are en vogue and there are plenty of male leg day enthusiasts thanks to social media trends, not that I’m complaining, but in week 4, I picked up on the fact that all of their pants fit so well. Too well. Like not just fitted but custom made for each of their unique and sizeable proportions, as if carefully crafted to emphasize and display their bubble butts. A telltale sign.

During class, I kept my extrasensory eyes and ears open, seeing if I could pick up on any novel energetic shifts. And I felt something odd. Something deep and subsonic, pressing tentatively against the borders of our reality, like a sperm whale floating up to a kayak without making a sound. I could feel an energy seeping into local space, something building to some sort of threshold, before, with a submerged *pop* that I could ‘hear’ elsewhere, it was gone. It was like nothing had happened. In fact, nothing had happened. I turned to the board to continue writing something that I had forgotten, only realizing after class had ended that I had been writing about two inches above where I had left off. I did a somatic check, quickly scanning my body from toes to head to fingertips. I felt fine, had all ten fingers, only two eyes, an ass that could stop traffic, still a strapping 6’3”. But had that been true an hour ago? Doubt was setting in.

As someone who teaches the detection and mitigation of magical fuckery, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with a potential situation like this. You’d be surprised how often some horny gay warlock has a little too much fun and needs to be reined in, or someone’s chaos magic manifests without them realizing–even worse, with them fully realizing. If you’ve ever had to neutralize an entire college dorm (and a frat house to boot) you would understand why we need more funding and support in magical education, but this isn’t the time for my soap box. A mystery’s afoot.

My most important piece of advice: Just ignore it. The thing is, a reality warper is a serious matter. If you call someone out, you better come correct and prepared for anything. Even just them knowing that you know–or that you’re on the hunt–can get real messy real fast. So you have to act casual. Don’t let them know you’re on to them, and don’t let them know that you know that something is seriously off. This is why I always introduce an extended project around tracking anomalies in the fabric of spacetime, having my students keep journals of anything weird, unusual, or metaphysically wobbly. Don’t react in real time, just on paper and in private, keeping a record of things as they happen. But it seemed like whoever this was was influencing the passage of time in very subtle ways and everyone’s memories, for the most part, were adjusting accordingly. Which is why no one in class has batted an eye at the fact that the asses in this room look like they were expertly morphed to near-comical proportions. After all, what else is new? So I took a different strategy and laid a trap.

The donk on my 6’4” frame (Hmm…) was a sight to behold. All muscle with a healthy layer of padding ballooning out from my otherwise lithe form. It was leaps and bounds my best feature, had been for as long as I could remember. I was used to men staring dumbfounded in public as my cheeks swished back and forth, including my own students whenever I turned to the blackboard, pushing it out ever so slightly as I leaned forward to write, the globes of my ass encased in one of many perfectly tailored pairs of tweed slacks. I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, seeing as any pants off the rack would either be way to loose in the waist or way too tight in the glutes, risking catastrophic failure. So I got my pants carefully fitted, but the thing was, so did everyone else. All the men in the class, from muscle butts to perky, round ones, to jiggly booties and wide hips, always had expertly fitted pants without fail. So we know what the focus of the shifts was, but it seemed like it was an expert reworking of time, and with that, memory. The phenomenon of unusually juicy asses in class pinged on my paranormal radar, but mine had always been this way. Right?

The thing is, the fit of everyone’s pants wasn’t just good, it was too good. Perfect, even. Yes, I had memories of having all my slacks tailored but they fit like they had been hand sewn on a lifelike model of my bulbous glutes with millimeter scale precision, not too little and not too much. So I found a pair that I didn’t much care for and took a razor to the back seam to weaken it just so. I squeezed into my form fitting pants and made my way to campus, careful not to stress the stitches too much and too fast, waddling into the room early and looking forward to this ordeal being over. Before anyone showed up, I cast a spell of detection around the space. Not detection of magical activities, which would’ve risked tripping any alarms that my possible warper may have already had in place, not to mention the possibility of interfering chaotically with their own spell whose function I was still unsure of. It was more of an emotional and energetic heat map, tipping me off to any sudden shifts in people’s auras.

Class began like normal as I offered some further thoughts inspired by the previous week’s discussion of AI programs as a potential tool of revealing and visualizing temporal anomalies. The discipline, in order to stay relevant, had been getting into the implications of digital technologies and new media for magical phenomena, so I figured we should spend a little more time on the topic. Also I was genuinely interested in hearing people’s thoughts, albeit distracted by the ticking time bomb of my basketball buns putting catastrophic pressure on my pants as I sometimes too excitedly paced across the front of the room. 

Per usual, I could feel the crescendo of strange, unfamiliar power rubbing almost playfully along the barrier between worlds, but everyone’s auras seemed fine. There was no corresponding wave of connected energy from any one person, beyond the general simmer of erotic activation (i.e. horniness) that spiked every time I turned my back to the class. I had become familiar with the exact threshold that this power would hit before it seemingly reset everything to a new, slightly more enhanced normal, and I was counting on the regularity of that threshold with the timing of this next move.

The previous, and now continuing discussion of new media had led me to realize that the enhanced asses in the room really did look like expertly done morphs and the perfect fit of every pair of pants, no matter the material, was simply improbable. Whoever this was, whatever this was, was operating along the edges of possibility, letting fantasy seep into what we generally regard as the real (or what we think is the real). So I figured, why not use one of my favorite tropes and see what happens.

My tweed slacks were impeccable but not indestructible and as the energetic threshold was reached I just happened to drop my chalk, quickly bending down to retrieve it. The spike in erotic attention from the view of my ballooning backside paled in comparison to what followed, as the seam of my pants finally gave way, my cheeks spilling into view along with a pair of pink and purple polka dotted bikini briefs that did nothing to cover the shelf of my ass.

I played it off with my expert acting skills (this wasn’t the first time I had to feign surprise from some magical mishap), performing a practiced mixture of embarrassment and humor that I assumed the reality-shifter would expect. From the men in class was a mix of nodding in understanding and whispers of It’s even bigger than I thought and How did those pants even fit. I felt a wave of erotic energy move through the room, but there was a spike of something else in the back corner. Something sharper, a tendril of fantastical power peeking into our dimension, concentrated around Logan, who I found staring directly at me with a look of surprise and mild confusion.

I knew of Logan, he was an archivist based in the college’s paranormal artifacts collection, and I think he had signed up for my class as a refresher for methods and safety when investigating and collecting potentially powerful and chaotic objects. He was skinny all around, topping out at no more than 5’7”, his thick, hexagonal rimmed glasses sitting below a mop of bouncy curls with an undercut. He usually came in wearing a pair of loose, flowy drop crotch pants, a surprisingly bohemian look with his otherwise reserved demeanor and sensible button downs. He was demur and unassuming, not seeming like the kind of person to cause this kind of trouble. But at this point he was the only dude in class that didn’t have an absolute dump truck.

The following week, I wondered why I had even hatched that plan in the first place, seeing as I always wear a skirt over tasteful leggings. I had given up on wearing pants years ago because it was just too much of a hassle, opting instead to let the globes of my ass bounce back and forth with more freeform bottomwear. Slacks were constricting enough in the back, but I was also tired of my donkey dick being suffocated in the crotch. A blessing and a curse. It looked like a couple of the guys in class had followed suit, perched on their round glutes as they let some thick bulges snake down leggings or compression shorts.

No wonder those pants ripped, I thought. I probably haven’t worn those in–

Ah ha. Another bread crumb. And an added wrinkle. Time hadn’t been totally rewritten and my memory hadn’t been totally wiped, just altered in the most efficient way in that moment. In fact, I was still mentally very much on the case and making progress. It wasn’t the sort of loose thread that a reality warper this competent would leave, and by now they must realize that I of all people would be on to them. I began to surmise that Logan wasn’t the one pulling the strings, but was actually some sort of conduit. Maybe for a bored trickster god playing an erotic prank–which, frankly, happens much more often than you’d think.

That week, through irony or serendipity, we actually were discussing strategies for navigating the psychological and emotional games that tricksters love to play, but as the supernatural energy began building on schedule, that previous playfulness had hints of… irritation? The power was a little discordant and I could feel it somatically in a way that I hadn’t before; it seemed everyone else could too. We continued on like normal as my leggings felt fuller and tighter in the glutes, my shoes feeling uncomfortably snug as more of my ankles revealed themselves, my dick inexorably snaking its way towards my hip while staying totally soft.

This was new.  And potentially a game changer. But I, along with my students, followed the central mantra of my profession: Note it. Track it. But until you have a plan in place, just ignore it.

So over things right now. Turn me into a dumb horny jock please.

Coach's Favourite

I can’t fucking believe this.

Jack had never been so humiliated in his life. He’d have thought that years of being bullied in high school would have prepared him for this. But he had no idea why someone as smart as him would supposedly believe that going to college would fix everything.

He was still just the scrawny bespeckled nerd just like he was a few years ago. The only difference was his age and location by now. He slammed the locker room door behind him, letting the sounds of distant laughter be blocked out. It just hit him now just how tired he was as his knees felt shaky. 

He had to admit that he didn’t think he’d skip his Dungeons and Dragons session for some gym time. But here he was. He let himself fall down on a bench in the locker room, sweat streaming down his brow and staining his tanktop and shorts.

How did I even get myself here in the first place? He knew the answer to that question. Coach Wilson of the football team had always seemed to be a fatherly figure to all the students on campus, even if they weren’t in sports. He remembered how the man found him lingering near the fields during football practice. 

Jack hadn’t meant to ogle, he was just curious. He’d been so absorbed in finals lately and hardly ever went out that he never really paid much attention to the jocks. But old habits die hard - at least that’s what Jack learned that day. He’d spent time staring at the guys, captivated by arousal and jealousy.

Coach Wilson then noticed him and spoke to him, suggested maybe that he should go to the gym. Jack now wished he had never listened. This would be his first and last time that he’d ever even think about going to the gym. He had only spent half an hour working out before some of the football jocks had wandered in and mocked him when he almost got stuck under the bench press. Jack had tried to push himself too far - as he always did, just to end up with disappointment. He just quickly went to his locker, opening it only to be hit with a pang of disappointment. 

“Damn it, where’s my clothes?” muttered Jack as he was sure he left a change of clothes. The gym showers weren’t working and so he made sure to bring his own clothes. Jack was definitely sure to bring his own. But instead, there were just some other clothes with a note: Hey there, I noticed you didn’t bring any spare clothes. Here you go kiddo - Your coach.

Jack picked out a pair of sneakers, shorts and a football jersey. This was far from what he usually wore but at the same time he still appreciated it. Jack sighed. He may as well have put it on now, since his clothes had just disappeared. 

He fished out the clothes and stripped out of his sweaty gym wear. However, something started to happen, a pungent smell began to emanate from the clothes.

What the hell?

Why would he give me some smelly clothes? And do I really need sneakers?

Jack blinked as he found himself beginning to peel off the sneakers. I might as well try these, he was nice enough to give them to me. As he put on the sneakers he suddenly felt a great heat building up in his feet.

These are way too big for-

“What the hell?!” He tried to yank off the sneakers but they wouldn’t budge as they suddenly felt too small. But they were far too big just a moment ago. He wriggled his toes and suddenly felt himself awashed with nervousness as he realised that the shoes weren’t too small...His feet had suddenly grown too big. “Oh god what the f-”

His feet had somehow elongated to size 12, however it got far worse when Jack’s hands began moving to put on the shorts.

Wait what the hell? I can’t put these on! I just put the shoes on and when did I take my pants off?

What the hell is-

But his thoughts and body were two separate beings as somehow Jack managed to wrestle the shorts on.

As they climbed up his legs, he could begin to see them transform, growing larger and thicker. His calves began to widen, thickening with muscle as his legs began getting scarred and stained from mud. He looked almost like he had been playing too much football. He blinked as his lats broadened. Didn’t he play football?

No I don’t! Why did I think that?

Just what the hell is-

But it didn’t matter as he groaned from the sensation of his ass growing out and his cock getting bigger. He watched his bulge inflate in his shorts, underwear suddenly replaced with a tight fitting jockstrap.

No this isn’t right. I gotta get out of here before- 

But all thoughts of trying to escape was dashed from Jack’s mind when he started to put on the jersey. As it passed over him now he could definitely smell the musk. Just the raw scent of it all had made him grow incredibly hazy, his eyes blinking as new memories flashed before him. It was as if he got deja vu of a life he had never lived.

Or had he lived it?

Everything felt so dreamlike, that sense that he was detached from reality, that none of what was happening was real, it just seemed real. He started to think about Coach Wilson, memories of being trained in the gym by the man, memories of being driven to football practice.

Wait but I...I study Accounting...Why would I be at football practice?

It was a good question that Jack felt too dumb to answer as he finally tried to fight back - physically at least. The last of his intellect could tell that if his mind was fading then he’d have to fight back another way. He had to tear these clothes off. But as he tried, he suddenly stopped when his fingers dug into his jersey. 

Jack watched with surprise and a semblance of glee when he saw his fingers start to feel this surge of strength, growing so big and wide. The fingers lengthened and dug into the jersey more easily. All the while he could begin to feel his own hands getting larger and bigger, more befitting for someone of his stature.

My stature?

Yes his stature, as he groaned and started to feel his back begin to stretch, the bones clicking as if he had just sat up after a long while of laying down. However, this was far from the morning stretch. This was something that made his cock throb and Jack grunt in pleasure and some kind of relief, as he stretched from his meek 5’9 frame to a whopping 6’2’.

He could easily tear the jersey now, especially from the new strength that coursed through his arms - that whopping adrenalin. His own arms began to bulk up, scratches and scars from more rough time at football practice beginning to get to him. 

Yet the memories were growing more familiar with Coach Wilson, beginning to picture memories of him taking him to the gym for the first time, getting him into football to begin with. He wasn’t just his coach, he was...his father?

Yeah my dad! Jack smirked with new confidence as he tousled his hair. He shook it as his short hair grew slightly more styled and slicked back. His hair became a vivid blonde as he felt himself grow slightly older, getting into college later as his jaw grew sharper. His cock throbbed in response as Jack looked down, grinning at his body from his set of six pack abs and flexing biceps. 

“Oh fuck...Fuck that session was so hot I’m gonna-” Jack couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t even speak as he felt his breath taken away when his cock throbbed and he felt himself cum.

The orgasm that struck him almost made him black out, his body shaking as he almost fell back down on the bench, one hand on the locker as he humped the air.

He felt his cock throb again and again, cumming each time and as he did he jetted out more and more of his old memory. After a while, his sweaty sexy self was now a jock, now falling back against the benches.

“Woo fuck, sorry pops, guess I stained these new clothes.”

Jack muttered as he tried to catch his breath. What was he doing here again? He couldn’t remember. But it was the familiar locker room and he was sweaty. He must have just had a gym session.

“Well I better get back home to coach.” Jack remembered as he smirked and got up, stretching his body and leaving the locker room - a new man.

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Flame On

Timothy was going to be something special. At least that’s what he’d always have dreamed of. Ever since he could remember, he always wanted to be a scientist. Whereas most people would’ve gone out of the astronaut or scientist or fireman stage in their teenage years, Tim found himself rather good at holding onto his dreams. Stubbornness and ambition had created the perfect cocktail of the unrelenting scientist, so much so that everything in his life took a step back compared to his work.

Even himself.

He didn’t mean to ‘lose’ himself, but when he was spending 50-60 hours in a lab every week and getting by on ready-male noodles and coffee, he wasn’t exactly healthy nor did he look it. A pale and gangly man in a white lab coat, he tended to get sick, deal with headaches and generally not look after himself. But all that didn’t matter when he stood in the heart of the bustling laboratory, surrounded by rows of advanced equipment and monitors displaying intricate data. His passion for science and technology drove him to push the boundaries of innovation, and today's experiment held the promise of a breakthrough that could revolutionise energy generation. It was years in the making, from even before he was born. But now he may have finally found the breakthrough to create infinite energy and practically save the planet, like some kind of superhero.

As he meticulously adjusted the settings on the console, preparing for the start of the experiment, he got more focused. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as he neared the culmination of his tireless efforts. However, within the controlled chaos of the lab, an unexpected anomaly emerged unbeknownst to Timothy in his tired state. He’d stayed up all night to do this experiment, he wasn’t going to let anything stop him now. 

“This is Timothy Hawkins, okay this is…9th August 2024…let’s see how this goes,” said Timothy out loud for the recording. “Testing our infinite generator, nicknamed Flame, converting heat into electricity…3…2…1…Flame on!” 

A sudden surge of energy coursed through the generator, causing lights to flicker erratically and the room to shake. Tim looked up and around, shocked as he felt himself almost losing his footing, having to grab one of the lab tables as his heart raced. Before he could do anything, he saw that the generator was  a blinding glow enveloped him. At first Tim thought it was an explosion. Maybe the generator overheated. Maybe one of the circuits malfunctioned. But he realised that if it truly was an explosion, then he was either very lucky or very wrong, because he shouldn’t have been able to even think or contemplate if his lab had just blown up.

He should’ve been gone, turned to dust. But he was still thinking, still standing, he opened his eyes as he glanced around confused. Instead a great heat washed over him in waves, tingling and pulsating through every fibre, every cell, something seeping so deep into him that Tim almost thought the heat was coming from within. 

“What on earth?” Timothy looked shocked at himself as he began to feel his muscles starting to grow, his pecs inflating and biceps thickening as suddenly there was a tight blue spandex beginning to form over his arms. “Oh fuck!” He continued to feel the spandex starting to form down his arms as they began to slither over his chest. Hairs began to grow on his chest, swirling on his growing inflating as his own two pecs were continuing to grow hairy and hotter, making him feel so much pleasure ricocheting through his system as his nipples grew perky as the spandex covered over them. 

It surged up and down, the source of the heat seemingly in his core, where it began to reshape and redefine his abdomen. He could feel his abs tightening, the muscles contracting as they started to grow and thicken. With each breath, the change became more pronounced — his once pudgy stomach from a lifetime of junk food and unhealthy eating was now developing deep grooves as his abdominal muscles swelled into a sculpted six-pack.  

“O-Oh my-” Timothy blushed as he couldn’t believe how good it felt, to feel the muscles growing, the heat from within his chest spreading all over his body as he looked down. The skin stretched taut over the firming muscles, revealing the chiselled contours beneath. Each ridge and valley of his abs became more pronounced, the deep blue spandex conforming to the newly developed muscles. “N-No I-” He moaned again as he could see his hands beginning to sweat and stretch, just as he was thinking of trying to press his fingerprint to the sensor and get out of the room. But try as he might, his fingers had changed too much that the sensor could only read:

FINGERPRINT NOT RECOGNISED.

O-Oh god what was the emergency code again?! He thought to himself as he tried that, but by then it was too late, his hands having grown, the spandex climbed over his arms and suddenly fitted his hands with dark leather gloves. 

They were so large and growing that as he tried to push in the code, he accidentally pressed two numbers at once and failed. Just as he was thinking of trying again…the pleasure got too much as his cock throbbed, starting to make him leak his memories and he realised…he couldn’t even remember the code anymore.

“Oh god I gotta- N-No!” Timothy moaned as he tried again but to no avail, the code was definitely wrong and he couldn’t remember. The spandex continued travelling down, trapping the heat in his body as his ass was the next to change, inflating into a perky bubble butt whilst more and more memories of being a scientist and the trip into space that gave them their powers in the first place. He moaned and staggered, gripping onto a table as he felt his ass continuing to grow out, inflating and enlarging whilst his thighs were the next to grow muscular.

Time seemed to stretch and part of Timothy wondered if it was something to do with his failed experiment, if there was some time dilation happening then and there. At least he was still thinking scientifically, but he couldn’t stop himself from the overwhelming surge of sensations as pleasure continued to ricochet through him. His entire body tingled with an electrifying current, as if his very cells were undergoing a metamorphosis, changing and warping as the DNA within him was changing. It was a sensation both exhilarating and unnerving.

The heat travelled around to his cock that began to thicken and lengthen, his crotch practically on fire as pubic hairs grew around his now eight inch cock.  His thighs thickened, the muscles expanding and pushing outward as they became more defined, bulging with strength. The deep blue spandex stretched tight over his growing quads, clinging to every curve and contour as his legs took on a more massive, muscular form. 

“Oh goooooodddddd-”

Timothy couldn’t even think straight as the intense heat pulsed downward, flowing into his feet. A tingling sensation began to spread from his toes, growing stronger with each passing moment. His shoes tore apart, the seams splitting apart as the toes lengthened. The soles continued to stretch, as if being pulled by invisible hands, sweating as brown hairs grew atop them. Before he knew it, the spandex material reached down over his feet and morphed into dark leather boots that hugged his muscular calves and large feet.

Gasping for breath, Timothy staggered backward, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the experience, still not able to think of ways to stop whatever was happening to him. The generator shouldn’t have been able to do anything like this. All the while his senses heightened, and a surge of vitality surged through his veins, rendering him acutely aware of every shift within his body, only for him to feel his intellect shifting. It wasn’t as if he was growing dumber but more like his memories were dissolving and turning into something else, making him grow more into astrophysics than anything to do with energy generation.

In that moment, he became acutely conscious of a subtle yet profound change. His clothes felt constricting against his shifting physique, the fabric straining over muscles that seemed to expand and ripple beneath his skin. He reached up to adjust his glasses out of habit, only to realise that…he didn’t have any glasses. Not anymore. And then with another blink, his memories shifted to make him realise he never had glasses. That he was always this tall. That the growing muscles and biceps of his were always there.

Timothy tried to move, but he was disoriented, the room moving about like he had vertigo and in any moment he’d fall onto the wall or drop onto the ceiling like gravity was reversed.

His face continued to shift and churn, almost as if the skin was boiling like the surface of some heated water, becoming malleable. His cheekbones grew higher, more apparent as the fat from his face melted away. His nose widened and lengthened slightly whilst his lips grew larger and fuller. In the blink of an eye, his irises turned to a dazzling baby blue. His unhealthy and thinning hair began to recede, becoming a buzzcut. All the while as he felt his face, he was too distracted and finally the vertigo got tohim, making him fall back. Tim’s jawline grew all the more chiselled and his cock continued to throb, again and again, the pleasure soaring to new levels as the heat in his crotch continued until finally.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna-” 

Cum rocketed out of Timothy’s inflated member, spraying the insides of his new spandex outfit as he writhed on the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and shut tight as the pure bliss of orgasm was beginning to invade his mind and with it, he was losing all his old self as it began to drain out of his cock.

A surge of panic coursed through him, like he had woken up from a dream as Timothy suddenly sat up…He could still think…He could still…

Johnny examined his hands, watching in astonishment as wisps of flame flickered to life at his touch. The flames danced along his skin with a mesmerising yet controlled grace, casting an orange glow around him. 

It was an incredible sight, simultaneously beautiful and terrifying and scientifically impossible. 

Until now. 

His body was somehow conducting its own energy. He couldn’t believe what had happened, dregs of his old self still around as the heat trapped in his spandex and supernaturally warm body had already evaporated the mess he had left in his spandex. 

The last parts of Timothy caught his reflection in a nearby monitor, revealing a sight that defied all logic – he had transformed into Johnny Storm, the embodiment of the Human Torch from the pages of comic books and movies that had once been his refuge. 

Johnny’s breath caught in his throat, unable to comprehend his experiment that had somehow rewritten his very existence. But then again, there were weirder things in the universe, at least according to what Reed was always going on about. He grunted in surprise and felt like his voice was now deeper and with it, came a whole newfound charisma that made everything just so much more exciting and smoother coming out of his throat. Johnny started to blink as more and more of his memory and real self was finally coming to him, a cockiness and intrigue as he stopped looking so shocked in his reflection and instead was admiring himself in his spandex as he smirked.

“God damn…” Johnny murmured as he looked at his flaming hand and continued to watch it. “Just wait until Reed gets a load of this, that smart ass won’t know what hit him.”

For some reason there was still the dregs of doubt that came around, like Johnny was forgetting something. But he was sure if it was important, it’d come back to him. Right now  what he knew most was that he was one of the best heroes that there ever was.

“Flame on!” Johnny uttered as flames raced across his body and he began to feel power and pleasure ricochet throughout his entire body, ready to go out there and show the world the Human Torch. 

And of course he was smart enough to know just how he might be able to create the perfect conditions to make the rest of his team, starting with Reed.

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Jun Gets Huge

Jun was a young fairly unassuming university student, he’d been working out for years and at 22 he had a great sleeper build under his shirt but many people thought he was just an average guy, unless he took his shirt off and flexed. Whilst Jun was incredibly proud of his progress part of him wanted to be one of those enormous beasts who waddled around in a tank and skin tight gym shorts however his personal values of permanently natural gains kept his temptations at bay, maybe in a few years he wouldn’t have to announce people that he considered himself a bodybuilder.

Jun was leaving the university campus gym when he bumped into a guy coming in.

“Oh shit, sorry Jun”

“OH, errr, hey, hey there, heyyyy Mike…Mikey….my bro…my, eh, haha” Jun nervously scratched the back of his head as he locked eyes with Mike.

“hah, yeah man, anyway just gonna, squeeze past you and..”

“OH RIGHT SORRY LET ME GET OUT OF YOUR WAY” 

Jun’s face turned bright red and he squeezed himself against the doorframe. Mike chuckled and squeezed past him, rubbing against Jun due to the lack of space in the door. Mike grabbed Jun’s pec and bicep as he finished getting past and jokingly said.

“Damn bro, gettin big” Mike winked at Jun.

“AH, yeah, ummm, thanks bro, yeah I’m, I’m a body….well I’m a bodybuilder so”

“yeah man I know, all natural, you’ve told me before” Mike chuckled at Jun’s nervousness as he turned away and walked into the gym

Jun let out a sigh of embarrassment and made his way to the bathroom to calm down. He saw himself in the mirror, he had a great pump and looked good in his shirt, he snapped a pick to add to his progress folder. He still didn’t have any shirtless progress pics as he was too embarrassed to take any. He thought when he was skinny that when he finally worked to get big confidence would come with the muscles but he was still the same easily embarrassed dork he was years ago.

Walking home from the gym Jun could see his pit stains from working out and he could smell his body odour. He was proud of the displays of hard work…but he also hated them, he always dreaded having to stop in at the shops on a Thursday afternoon to grab dinner on his walk home after the gym but he didn’t have his pay come in until after lunch so he couldn’t get food before.

Jun stood in front of the small supermarket dreading having to go in, it was a small family run business and there had been a few comments from the older couple that owned the place asking if he was a tradie because of the afternoon sweat. Jun put his nose to his arm pit and grimaced at the smell, he began to get nervous thinking to himself his pit stains were worse than normal. 

Looking around Jun was procrastinating going in the store when he spotted a small stall in the almost empty carpark. The afternoon sun was hitting the shiny metallic cardboard, making it almost impossible to read. With a slight interest, and not wanting to be in a closed space in his current state Jun walked up to the stall. 

“Good afternoon young man, something catch your eye?” an man in his mid 40s greeted Jun

“Good afternoon, ummm, what are you selling”

“oh ho ho, straight to the point I see big man, I think I got a few things you might like” 

Jun’s ears perked up being called ‘big man’ he was slightly embarrassed but also happy his sleeper build wasn’t being overlooked. The stall keeper gestured down to a set of men’s chain necklaces. All of them seemed fairly cheap and Jun was sure they’d leave a green line around his neck once he was done wearing them but one caught his eye. A gold chain that looked like it could be from a professional Jeweller, he began to pick it up when the man interrupted his thought.

“Ah, an incredible choice man, it would look incredible on you” the man was clearly trying to sell Jun on the chain but it was working.

“ye-yeah, it looks great, but I just can’t afford it, I’m on student benefits” Jun shrugged his shoulders

“oh come on man, a young bodybuilder like yourself has gotta have some bling around his neck”

Jun’s ears perked up once again has his heart started pounding in his chest. He had struggled to call himself a bodybuilder in the mirror, let along tell people but being called one out right had him spiralling with emotions, pride, embarrassment, joy, shame, his storm of thoughts was interrupted.

“ya know man, these things don’t cost money?”

Jun snapped back to reality “free? really, the one I picked looks expensive”

“well I got no use for it mate, It’s not my style and I really don’t like what’d it’d do to me, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it at first”

Jun raised his eyebrows “what do you mean?”

“don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll love it, just make sure you figure out the cost before you don’t wanna pay” The man smiled and put the expensive chain in Jun’s hand “have a good week my man”

Jun thanked the man and turned and walked away, he looked down at the expensive chain in his hand, he had no idea what the man was talking about but he assumed the guy was high on drugs and would regret handing this away for free. Either way Jun shrugged it off finally going into the shop to buy his Dinner.

—–

Jun sat with his back against his couch watching TV. He placed his empty bowl from dinner on his coffee table as he finished chewing his food. Jun turned his head and sniffed his arm pit, it smelt fresh of pine and sea salt from his ‘X-TRA MAN’ cheap soap but the joke the store owner made about his sweaty pit stains had him questioning how awful he smelt even after he took a 40 minute shower and knowing he smelt fresh his insecurities kept stinging his self-esteem.

Jun looked over at the gold chain he had set down on the coffee table, he picked it up and looked at it. It definitely looked a lot more expensive than the others, it wasn’t likely to give him an oxidisation mark…and even if it did it wouldn’t be too bad he could wash it off. Jun shrugged and put it on. It dangled from his neck, he began to feel strange, his stomach felt warm and the feeling spread out to his entire body. He saw his biceps begin to deflate every so slightly. Jun’s eyes widened but then he noticed the shrinking stopped as his bicep peak became more defined and his veins became more prominent. Jun heard his stomach gurgle and he lifted his shirk to see the slight slight amount of fat he had covering his six pack melt away and his abs become more defined. Jun’s mouth fell open as he watched his body fat shrink and his muscled become even more defined, he wasn’t due to start cutting for another 4 months but he was getting a summer ready body in a matter of minutes.

After 10 minutes the changes had stopped and Jun was standing almost naked in front of his mirror, he had taken almost 40 photos already, before tonight he could never in his life imagine taking a shirtless pic of himself let alone ones of him in his underwear but he couldn’t take his eyes off his body, all thoughts of embarrassment or shame had completely left his mind, Jun took a confident pose and took another picture whilst practicing pick up lines in the mirror.

“oh yeah Mikey, this, yeah well I’m a bodybuilder cutting for a show…”

Jun threw himself back on his bed chucking his phone to the side whilst laughing and running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t figure out what was happening to him but he kissed the chain and stared up at his roof feeling his defined abs until he passed out and fell asleep.

—–

In the morning Jun was woken up by the vibrating of his phone alarm on his bed. He opened his eyes and instantly jumped up and inspected his body, he flexed his body, he felt bigger than yesterday but was still lean like when he fell asleep. Jun couldn’t help but confidently laugh at himself. He still couldn’t get over how incredible he looked. He wanted to go to the gym and see if he could improve on any of his personal bests. Jun picked up his phone and called his campus gym ahead of time.

“Hey man, umm can I get one of the smaller rooms to use”

“oh sure, what room, do you want one of the group training rooms or is this for a sports club meeting”

“actually I was hoping for the photo room, if, if non of the sports clubs have any shoots booked for the newsletter” nervousness began to creep into Jun’s mind

“oh no, the room isn’t book for another 3 hours, I can book it for you if you can get down here before then I just need a name”

“yeah sounds great! I’m leaving my place now be there in about 20 minutes, can you book it for Jun-” 

“Oh Jun hell yeah man” the receptionist cut off Jun before he could give his last name “I’m proud of you man, I know you had some issues with photo’s itll be really good for you to get a few pics of yourself lifting and the lighting is great for shirtless pics”

“eerrr, umm , ye- yeah thanks mans” Jun’s voice started to quiver 

“Don’t worry man, Ill make sure you got all the privacy so you can work on that confidence, see you in a bit bro”

Jun brought the phone down to his side, complete embarrassed at how nervous he seemed over the phone, now everyone in the office would be talking about working on his body confidence. He took another look at himself in the mirror and gripped the chain around his neck letting out an embarrassed sigh readying himself to go.

—–

Jun entered the gym, he was hot from the morning sun on his back and he could feel how it stuck to his back from the sweat. He politely took the code for the photo room from the front desk and made his way to the room. Shutting the door he checked the door was locked 4 times before walking away and taking his shirt off. He saw the sweat stain on the back of his shirt and frowned, thinking the people at the front desk surely made jokes about him as he walked away, he looked up in to the wall mirror at his shredded upper body and his frown sheepishly turned into a smile.

Jun spent a few hours working out with what little equipment was in the room giving himself a monster pump and taking as many pictures as he could. It didn’t take long before his pants were off and he was taking photos of himself in a jockstrap. He bought the jockstrap a few years ago when he finally filled out a shirt thinking he was gonna get laid but he was always too embarrassed to wear it on a date but he finally felt he looked good enough to pull of something like this, even if the photos were only for himself, he purposely flexed his glutes in side on pics to make sure it looked good.

Jun noticed in his pics his muscles were looking even fuller. He looked the best he ever did. He turned face to the mirror, putting the chain partly in his mouth, smirking at himself as he snapped a sexy thirst trap.

Suddenly the locked door swung open and Mike walked through. Jun saw Mike walk through the door and see everything in the reflection of the wall mirror, and he saw Mike’s smirk as he looked down at his ass. Jun’s eyes widened in shock and he dropped to the ground scrambling to pick up his clothes and gym towel to cover himself up.

“I- errr, I’m sorry, I- I had no idea my time was up, I” Jun sputtered as he quickly squirmed into his shorts.

“no no, I should have knocked, I should be apologising man, I didn’t mean to freak you out”

“I didn’t mean, I’m sorry I was…ya know….” Jun continued to get dressed and tried his best to hide his body.

“man, you seriously looked good, if you don’t mind me saying, It good to get photos for yourself…unless it was for…someone special?” Mike widened his eyebrows and smirked

“Oh, haha, no no no, they were umm, they were just for me, I just, I finally was confident enough to take, a shirtless photo and it sort of got out of hand and-”

“Im glad bro, I’m seriously glad you were able to take that step for yourself, although I must say, that last photo would get a girls heart beating” Mike began to walk over from across the room

“haha, maybe, but I am more into….I’m more into guys, I know that can weird some guys out but..yeah”

Mike stood face to face with Jun “I’m glad to hear that man, I like guys too”

Jun’s heart started to beat out of his chest, the smell of Mike’s aftershave was making him want to tear his clothes off.

“Ya know bro, I’ve been waiting for you to take a hint and ask me out” Mike placed his hand on Jun’s shoulder

“Sorry man, I’m…hah…I’m real bad at signals”

the two men shared a laugh for a moment, Mike tried to make an advancement and kiss Jun but Jun’s shyness got in the way.

“So….could I take you out on that…date” Jun said with his typical nervous tick of rubbing the back of his neck.

Mike traced a finger between the line of Jun’s pecs “yeah, I’d love that I’ve always wanted to say I went on a date with a bodybuilder”

Jun’s heart started pounding even harder in his chest, he always wished people would call him that, but he could barely call himself confidently and now his biggest gym crush was not only going out on a date with him but calling describing as his dream.

“hah, o-okay I’ll, I’ll text you” Jun began to giggle as he walked past mike

“looking forward to it big guy” Mike smirked

Jun looked back at Mike as he was leaving, giving a cute little smile as he clumsily tripped forward over his own foot, almost falling over. Mike let out a chuckle and smiled back.

After Jun shut the door, a sudden wave of excited nervousness hit him. He pulled out his phone and loaded up the picture he took as mike entered the room. He stared at the cocky smile and wished he could be this incredibly confident meat head. With his thumb shaking over the send button Jun quickly sent Mike the thirst trap with the caption.

“so does it get the boys hearts racing too?”

Suddenly Jun’s heart settled, all anxiety and nervousness vanished from within him and he stood up straight, his shoulders shot back and he gave himself a confident smirk in the reflection of the window. The chain necklack began to glow every so slightly at his touch. He looked down at it, a voice in his head said it was time to take it off, he had become the man he was dreaming of and he shouldn’t wear it any longer unless he wanted to pay for it…but a tiny part of Jun was still nervous, he thought he’d keep wearing it, just until he sets a date with Mike and takes him out….after all it was just a voice in his head, some part of his anxiety telling him there was a price behind this miracle necklace.

—–

Jun woke up the next day a few minutes before his alarm, instantly he was hit with a wave of hunger, he heard his stomach audible growl for food and he sat up rubbing his stomach. He felt heavier than he did the day before, bigger, bulkier and then he saw it in the mirror, his body had increased in size once again but it wasn’t just his muscles that had swollen in size, he no longer had the perfectly shredded body, instead he looked like he never stopped bulking, but he still looked a lot better before he had even began to change in the first place. Whilst he missed the perfectly cut body he’d rather get the bulkers physic back now before cutting season rather than in the middle of summer. Jun flexed his arms in the mirror, he was a lot bigger than yesterday and almost twice as big as the day before that. He could still see his abs and he flexed those too, not as impressive as yesterday but he still looked incredible. With his thumb and pointer finger he pinched his gut to gauge the bulk but exploring his bigger size was cut short but another audible growl from his stomach.

Jun made his way to the kitchen and began to poor himself a bowl of cereal, but hearing and feeling his stomach’s angry requests he decided against a normal bowl and pulled out a small mixing bowl he was gifted when he moved out. Half a box of Milo Protein cereal and almost three quarters a carton of milk later Jun was soon leaning on his kitchen bench watching YouTube on his laptop as he practically inhaled the bowl. With each bite Jun would take a slurp to try and pull the milk on his lips into his mouth but he didn’t get all of it, the drops slowly made their way to his chin, which he then tried to counter by periodically wiping his chin with his bare forearm but that still wasn’t enough, aside from transferring some of the mess to his forearm which then began to run down his arm slightly the milk still began to form a stead stream dripping off his chin onto his chest and running down his abs. After Jun finished his bowl he chucked it in the sink, drank the rest of the milk straight out the carton and picked up the box of milo protein reaching his milk covered hand in to grab a handful of dry cereal and shovel it into his mouth as he walked back to his bedroom. 

Seeing himself in the mirror Jun finally noticed the state he was in.

“fuuck, I need a shower” he said to himself out loud shovelling another handful of try cereal into his mouth.

Jun stared at himself as he chewed trying to work out how he could allowed himself to look like this, he hated his workout clothes getting sweat stains mid workout but now he looked like a total slob. He had half finished his thought and his mouthful when his jaw fell slack and he instinctively tightened his core.

UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP

Jun filled the room with a guttural belch. He finally snapped out of it and grabbed what he thought was a towel off the back of his bedroom chair, he wiped the milk and crumbs off his body with a small balled up piece of clothe, Jun finished by wiping his face, once he did he unballed the clothe revealing it was in fact a tank top which he put on without thinking.

Seconds later Jun hit himself in his head with the palm of his hand realising how much of an idiot he was for putting on the shirt he just used to wipe himself down. Deciding not to go out, even to the Gym because he was clearly having an off day he instead dropped to his bedroom floor and began a quick set of push ups. He wasn’t even 3 push ups in before he began to sweat like a pig and he didn’t even realise.

—–

The next morning went very similar for Jun, waking up seeing himself bigger, and starving. So hungry he could eat his entire pantry. He didn’t go out to buy milk so instead he ate the entire spare box of cereal he kept in the pantry mixed in a big bowl of water mixed protein shake. It sure wasn’t the most tasteful thing but it sure hit the spot and kept his stomach from eating itself. He had yet again made an absolute slob of himself but blamed it on how invested he was in his morning YouTube video. He cleaned himself up with the same shirt but managed to avoid putting it on, instead tossing it to his bedroom floor and heading in the bathroom for a shower.

After getting out the shower Jun stared at himself in the mirror admiring how big he had gotten, he never wanted to touch roids no matter what, fearing what they would do, but this necklace had finally helped him reach his dream of being huge. As he admired his body his stomach began to grown, not from hunger but from processing the family sized breakfast Jun ate to himself. He tried his best to worship and enjoy his new size but his concentration kept being broken by the bloating and painful pressure in his gut as his abs fought to maintain their shape, along with the occasional belch.

Jun’s bloat finally dissipated and he decided to go to the gym. Finally confident to step out his door in a tank top and gym shorts Jun began his walk to the gym with a strut but soon the strut turned into his regular non confident walk. The hold midday sun beating down on him and the sheer amount of energy it took to move his new size meant he was sweating before he even made it out of the campus village. It soon became so bad he could smell his own body odour before even half way along the walking trail. By the time he got to the gym his tank was coated in sweat and he was slightly out of breath. Opening the door to the reception area a personal trainer greeted him.

“WOW JUN BRO YOU COMIN OR GOIN HAHA” the trainer laughed

Jun was shocked that the comment was about his sweat and not about how much size he had gain in just a few days. Jun quickly came up with an excuse about going on a morning run and went to go on through to the weights room, the trainer learnt over from the desk and grabbed his arm gently stopping him.

“err hey man, maybe you wanna use some of the complimentary deodorant? because well, phew if you catch my drift”

a wave of embarrassment flooded Jun’s head, his biggest fear was being asked to put deodorant on he wanted to leave straight away, go home crawl in his bed and die, but something else. His dick became slightly hard in his pants and he could feel a few drops of pre staining his underwear. Jun sheepishly took the can of deodorant he was offered and sprayed it all over himself almost using the entire can, but it didn’t make a difference. He lumbered his massive frame into the gym for his workout.

There was barely anyone inside the weights room, which was pretty common, not many people lifted weights every day on campus but the handful of people in the gym stared at Jun in awe of his massive frame. Jun expected someone to comment on the amount of size he had gained in such a short amount of time but no one did, it was like everyone but Jun was unaware of how his body was changing. Jun kept to himself, working out to his normal routine, trying to figure out what his new max out weights were. He sheepishly turned around every now and then between sets, the comment on his body odour from the receptionist had him worried he was stinking up the entire gym. People left as they normally do but in Jun’s mind they were leaving because of his smell. After finishing his workout he was craving a protein shake, normally he’d pack a capful of powder into a small container and have one after his gym session but with how hunger he was this morning he though packing 3 scoops and 3 protein shakers would be better. He stood by the water fountain refilling his shaker and mixing up a protein shake. Chugging them down one by one his mistakenly spilt some on his sweaty tank top. He had become a lot clumsier the past few days but he wrote it off as simply trying to work out his hand eye coordination with his new size.

Jun finished the final mouthful of his last shake, he soon heard his stomach gurgle processing the food. Jun let out a discomforted moan as he placed a hand on his slight bloated six pack when he felt his throat and cheeks suddenly fill with pressure.

UUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!

Jun let out an enormous belch, his face turned bright red and he thanks god no one was in the weights room with him. It wasn’t even a few seconds before Jun was forced to belch again. He rubbed his handed on his bloated abs and looked at himself in the mirror, a expression of discomfort was painted across his face as his mouth opened, unable to choke down his bloat.

BBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!

Jun stared at himself in the wall mirror of the gym as he let another belch out of his mouth, but this time he noticed something else, as he burped his body increased in size, soon a cacophony of burps, belches and moans of discomfort escaped his mouth one after another and with each one he grew slightly bigger.

UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!

His chest filled out his shirt stretching the sweat soaked fabric,

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!

His shoulders bulged out more dwarfing the thick tank top straps that rested on them,

“oohhh, eerrrr, ow why am I so…….blo- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!!!

with the final belch releasing the last of the pressure in his gut his Lat and back widened, giving space and support for his chest to expand further, his arms swells with size and the sweat tank top that always had a few holes forming was suddenly torn into oblivion.

Jun stood staring at himself in the mirror, taking a moment to catch his breath, his shirt was gone and only a few tiny pieces remained of it on the floor. You couldn’t even tell it was once a shirt. Jun’s face once again turned bright red and he decided it was best to try and sneak home, maybe take a few days off the gym or off from going out at all until his body became stable and he could get a more fitting wardrobe. Jun walked out the door to the weights room and tried to sneak out of the reception area without making conversation. A loud voice from behind the desk made him want to run but it was too late he had been spotted.

“HEY JUN, hey man got a sec?” the receptionist politely asked

“errr, yeah man, just, make it quick I gotta go” Jun could feel a tiny pocket of air in his gut making him feel bloated and he wanted to get out before it was too late.

“Listen bro, I know you are proud of your progress, but dude you gotta atleast wear a shirt in and out the door”

Jun was confused, he had just been seen an hour or so ago walking into the gym wearing a sweaty tank top by the same guy and now he’s being told he had to start bringing a shirt to the gym.

“we all know you wanna show off man, you got a great body, but it can be intimidating to some of the smaller guys ya hear?”

“ummm, ye-yeah sure man, sorry, I’ll be sure to bring a shirt next time” Jun simply agreed with him wanting to get out before he exploded in this guys face

“oh and Jun bro, for the last time man, you gotta wear deodorant, I dont care if you shower at home but bro you stink something awful after you work out”

Jun nodded and turned away, partly to leave, partly to shield his embarrassed expression once again he dick started to become hard from the comment about his odour. He quickly made his way to the door feeling the last bit of pressure in his gut moving upwards, as he got to the exit it swung open and Mike pumped into him as he came through the door.

“oh hey Jun” Mike smiled

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Jun couldn’t hold it back any longer and he belched right in Mike’s face. There was a moment of silence. Jun was mortified but before he could apologise Mike broke the silence with a chuckle.

“Hah, damn mate, phew that was a big one, how many protein shakes have you drunk today that stunk” Mike laughed fanning the air away from his nose.

Watching Mike laugh at his mishap sent Jun over the edge and his already hard dick began to let go and pump cum into his underwear.

“ah, s-sorry man, I just, I gotta go” Jun barged past him almost knocking Mike to the ground

Mike grabbed Jun before he could fully get away, although Mike was practically dragged along for a bit by Jun’s bullish figure. “hey man, so how about that date? maybe tonight”

“yep, sure sure sure, errrr, text me, gotta go” 

Jun pushed out of Mike’s grip without fully realising what he had agreed too. By the time Jun made it to the end of the carpark he finally realised what had happened, he had just agreed to go on a date and he had no idea what would happen, was he gonna grow on the date? what if he started sweating like a pig? what if he couldn’t stop burping long enough to talk? Jun bit his lip with worry feeling his dick pump the last ropes of cum into his underwear. He looked down at his compression pants barely seeing them past his pecs and he saw a massive wet patch covering his groin and running almost down to his knee from where he filled his pants with cum. Jun bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck and stared to make his way home, sweating more with each step.

—–

After a quick stop at the local clothes shop buying the largest sized shirt he could possibly find along with the largest pants Jun finally had something to wear that wouldn’t split in two if he sneezed. Jun had got home and instantly got in the shower, he desperately wanted to get the stench of B.O off his body as quickly as possible and after 2 hours of non stop scrubbing (and struggling to wash his own back and shoulders) Jun finally no longer smelt like a gym rat. Just in time too, Mike had messaged him wanting to meet up in just 30 minutes. Jun squeezed into his clothes, whilst they fit him it still was a tight fit but he took a moment to admire himself in the mirror. The godlike body of his dreams, hopefully now all the transformation stuff would stop. He flexed his powerful arms and felt confident for the first time all day. The necklace began to glow and Jun brought it up to his lips giving it a quick kiss, he just needed it or tonight, to keep the confidence until the end of the night, then he was locking this thing in a draw. Jun called for an Uber not wanting to get sweaty from the walk, however he had to call a second as he didn’t fit into the first one that arrived at his house.

Jun arrived at the restaurant feeling slightly underdressed that all the people around him but he ordered a drink and waited for Mike to arrive.

Mike finally arrived and Jun smiled at him from across the room. The two got a table together and began to talk about the menu. Jun took a moment to realise how big he had actually gotten, Mike used to look him in the eye but now he would be staring straight at Jun’s pecs if he didn’t look up at him. When Jun sat down in the chair he heard it strain and groan under his weight, it sounded like it could break at any moment. He lent forward on the table and within and instant the whole table had tilted up in his direction, the plates and cutlery slid down towards him and Mike scrambled to secure his drink.

The two exchanged a laugh at the situation, ordered dinner and got to talking.

“So Jun, I gotta ask, why’d you wanna be a bodybuilder not just a gym guy”

Jun’s dick got hard again, being called a bodybuilder made his heart beat fast, he was finally being described the way he had always wanted to be, with his dick starting to twitch in his pants and a read blush starting to cover his face his voice started to quiver and the confident façade he started the night with fell down.

“I- hah, well I, just kinda well, haha, well I liked big guys and so…ummmm.yeah”

“so you wanted to be a big guy?” Mike smiled

“haha, ye-yeah” Jun took his massive arm and scratched his neck, the nervousness in him began to swell outwards and the necklace began to glow slightly

Jun looked down and saw the necklace glow, he noticed Mike clearly couldn’t see it and so he tried to ignore it but a slurry of intrusive thoughts began to flood his mind

“oh god….what if I burp in his face again, what if I become a big sweaty mess, oh fuck what if I grow out of these clothes” Jun couldn’t concentrate on the other questions Mike was asking him he was too trapped in his own head. He felt the muscles under his clothes tighten and he saw the veins in his forearm flair out, he watched as his hands became a bit meatier and his body began to swell with mass but no body around him seemed to notice. Jun could hear the sound of fabric straining and felt the back of his pants become tight and start to pull down revealing his underwear as his ass filled with muscle. The fabric around his biceps began to rip. Jun tried to focus on what Mike was saying but he couldn’t stop worrying he was going to erupt out of the shirt any second. Jun began to sweat slightly but when he noticed he started to panic internally, soon the slight sweat on his brow has become huge unignorable pit stains on his shirt and a massive sweat stain on his back that looked like a river. Jun began to smell his own odour, he used as much deodorant as he owned but it clearly wasn’t enough.

“so did you come straight to our date from the Gym?” Mike asked

“huh, errr, no, I got ready at home I showered, I, I promise”

“No need to hide it man, I can smell you from here….don’t worry though I kinda like it”

Hearing those words made Jun’s dick harder than he’d even been in his life and he felt as a river of cum started to floor his underwear.

Jun tried to enjoy the evening, he had to order 3 meals just to feel slightly full but whenever her heard Mike mention something about his smell, or his size or his eating he could help but find himself getting worse and worse, growing slightly bigger, sweating slightly more and whenever Mike cracked a joke at his expense he unloaded into his pants. At the end of the night Jun thanked Mike for the date but turned down his offer to go home with him.

—–

Jun turned sideways and squeezed through his front door, he shut it tight behind him and leant against it letting out a deep sigh. He stuck his nose in his pit and turned away at the stench, he walked forward towards the mirror in his lounge room and looked at his sweat covered body. He shirt and pants had started to rip he let out a small burp to his reflection looking at the beast he had become. His insecurities about his stench and lack of confidence raced to his mind and the necklace began to glow again, a very faint glow, like a light that was about to burn out. Jun watched as his body swell again in the mirror, the clothes tore off like nothing and he was left standing there in his cum and sweat soaked underwear. Hair started to sprout on his body and the stench set in deep.

Jun stood in his lounge room wondering how he got like this..then he thought back to all the times he grew, every time he was worried about his smell, or sweat, the only time he got growth with no side effect was when he was confident. He figured it out, that was it. Jun stood up, put his shoulders back and grabbed the necklace, he focused on just being a bodybuilder, having men admire him, having guys want to worship him, and imagined strutting around in a tank and gym shorts. Jun felt a tingle of energy in the necklace when it began to fade, in his hands the bright gold turned to a brown rust and the necklace crumbled to dust in his hands and around his neck.

Jun started to panic when he felt a strange sensation in his body, his core felt tight, strong he began to breath heavy, Jun tensed his core and….

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!

Jun let out a massive belch that rang out through his entire house. The realisation Jun had run out of magic hit him, he had finally cracked the code, but it didn’t matter now.

Jun took another look at the sweating beast in the mirror, he scratched his ass almost against his will, feeling the damp sweat soaked fabric. He took a deep breath in, he could smell his god awful stench even without lifting up his pits, he had turned himself into a disgusting bodybuilding slob without realising…

Jun’s mouth fell slack has he looked at his grotesque that barely fit in the mirror…

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!