So Over Things Right Now. Turn Me Into A Dumb Horny Jock Please.

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

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!

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!

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...

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!!

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.