A Young Man Exploring The Town Where They Filmed The Show Once Upon A Time. He Walks To The Docks And

A young man exploring the town where they filmed the show Once Upon a Time. He walks to the docks and notices Captain Hook's ship docked further down the harbor. He is curious about it since he doesn't recall any tour guides mentioning the ship being here in town.

He ends up on board the ship. In awe as he explores it, taking pictures with his phone as he does so. The further he ventures on the ship the more he changes.

He grows taller. Clothing turning into an open leather coat and trousers. His torso becoming covered in hair. His clean shaven face itching with new stubble growing along hismrippling face. Soon his memories alter as well. Forgetting his old self as he fully turns into Captain Hook.

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I know it sounds strange but lately I'm in this whole black muscle phase & I keep having fantasies of going from a skinny fit white guy and turning into a buff black guy. I'm also into being a bit of a slob so I keep thinking of having a bit of musk or bo and maybe being prone to belching it'd be so hot if you could turn me into a buff black guy who's a bit of a slob.

"I get it bro. You see those black muscle gods going to the gym and hulking out and you wish you could be one of them. The stench doesn't even bother you that much so you feel like you'd fit right in ! I get you and i'm here to help you realize your dream !"

You suddenly start feeling a soreness spread across you body and, as you look down, you realize that your muscles are growing. Slowly but surely, you can feel your body buff up into that of a true jock : thick meaty thighs, defined abs, prominent pecs, nice round shoulders and biceps. Your developing muscles nicely filled out your once baggy clothes.

Too busy admiring your bulking physique, you don't even realize that your light hair darkens quickly, first into a dirty blonde, then brown and eventually jet black. Your straight hair even starts curling up into a curly black hairstyle with a high fade.

Your changing ethnicity only becomes clear to you once your pale skin gradually tans into a darker tone, eventually leaving you with glorious brown skin. Even your facial features begin to shift into that of a man of unmistakable African descent; with a wide nose and thick lips. You're feel elated. This is exactly how you wanted to look.

You start caressing and fondling your sculpted body, admiring every inch of it. Your hand glides over your skin and you notice a slight dampness caused by a thin layer of sweat all over your body. You raise your arm to take a whiff inside your armpit and smell a faint musk emanating from it. This was the perfect body.

"Fuck yeah bro" you said, in a deep husky voice that surprised even yourself.

But the changes didn't stop there. Your skin darkened even more into a deep dark melanated tone fit for true nubian king. Your muscles continued to swell and bulk up, putting on pounds after pounds of thick meat. Each of your muscle groups differentiated into glorious bulging muscles. Your jock physique was gone, changing into that of an imposing professional bodybuilder.

But along with those physical changes, your body's physiology also rewired. You noticed right away that your new beefcake body produced a much stronger stench than earlier. You didn't even need to sniff your armpit to smell the pungent bo that was emanating from them, instantly hitting your senses and clouding your brain. That's when concern started to creep in.

This wasn't really what you wanted. What you wished for was to be buff and a bit of a slob, not a noxious stinking sweat machine. This was starting to be a bit too much, even for you. A sudden feeling of bloatedness grew inside your tight stomach. You tried to protest what was happening to you, but the only thing that escaped your mouth when you opened it was a loud putrid belch.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP

The room-shaking belch that just erupted from you kicked in the next phase of your transformation. A growing feeling of distress came over you as all of your glorious muscles bulged and ballooned. Your pecs got even heavier than they already were, thickening into a pair of juicy man boobs. You were now barely able to see past the bouncy meaty pectorals protruding from your chest.

All your other muscle groups followed suit, swelling up to absurd proportions and leaving you looking like a freakish tank. Your delts and biceps exploded in size, leaving your upper body looking like that of a disproportionate gorilla of a man. Your traps swole and bulged, making your neck look as thick as your head. Your butt expanded into a pair of jiggly globes. Your legs surged and became thick powerful tree trunks. Your once delicate feet enlarged into massive man feet that tore through your sneakers. Your tight clothes weren't spared either as your growing body shredded right through them.

You were swelling up like a beastly blow-up doll but, instead of filling up with air, your body filled with thick weighty beef. Your muscle's definition disappeared forever, merging together into thick slabs of meat. You now easily weighed over 300 pounds.

You were panting. The transformation was so intense that you were burning up, beads of sweat forming all over your skin. You breathed in and out, trying not to panic. How could i have done this to you ? This was never what you asked for. You never asked to become some caricature of a muscle-obsessed freak.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP

Your stomach grumbled loudly as another loud toxic belch erupted out of your mouth and, with it, one final change to your body. The belch seemed to go on forever and, with every second that passed, you felt your tight muscular abs distend and grow out into a prominent roid gut.

You refused to believe what you had become and you tried to suck your muscle gut in. But, no matter how hard you tried, it couldn't be hidden, exposing you as the roided out muscle beast that you were.

You tried to move but everything about your new body felt alien to you, incongruous. Your thick thighs rubbed and chaffed against each other. Your inflated pecs and bubble butt were visible through any piece of clothing you could possibly try. Your arm muscles were so blown up that you struggled to put on clothes or scratch your back. Your neck was so thick that you couldn't turn your head without turning your entire body. As you walked, you struggled to balance your immense bulk and your enormous feet made you move like a clumsy oaf.

Your new body was so big that any kind of physical effort made you exhausted. You burned so much energy that you needed to eat several hefty meals every day which made you feel bloated constantly. You were unable to go 5 minutes without letting out a room shaking masculine belch.

You were so sweaty that you looked like you had just gotten out of the shower at all time, not that you smelled like it. Your biochemistry was on perpetual overdrive, producing a constant stream of sweat that pooled at your feet wherever you went and engulfing you in a thick cloud of rank bo. No matter how many showers you took, you absolutely reeked at all time.

You tried to keep your former friends but they simply couldn't bear to spend any time with your new foul self. You tried to keep your job but your new condition made it impossible for your colleagues to work in your presence. You had nothing left, you were alone and distraught. This was too much ... too much muscle, too much bo .... You never wanted this...

The only place where you could possibly be accepted was the gym and, although normal people kept avoiding you there, you managed to make friends with other juiced up gymrats. Nobody wanted to be around you except them. Other reeking mindless gymrats were the only ones who could understand you now. You weren't a normal human anymore, you were a beast.

They didn't care about your constant sweat production or your inescapable aura of reeking bo or your nonstop belches. Your new bros accepted you as you were. They even encouraged you to not give a fuck, to go further and to just rip one out.

And so you gradually accepted your new place among them as a gym-brained roided out muscle bull. From now on, that was all you were good for.

"Damn bro, you reek."

XY

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LATEST REPORT ON RECENTLY DISCOVERED METAMORPHOSIS GENE 

Few things in this world are as beautifully intricate as human reproduction. However, it is not a perfect system. Any number of things could go wrong during the conception and/or birth of a human being, one of which includes genetic mutations. The chances of gene mutation are never zero. While modern-day doctors and scientists continue to fight the good fight of keeping harmful genetic disorders at bay, there is one particularly potent mutation a tiny percentage of the human population carries.

How long this mutation has existed within our gene pool is currently unknown. What is known is that although this malignant gene usually remains dormant within the human body, it can potentially rearrange an individual’s genetic composition and expression when active. Unfortunately, this information was only recently discovered after it had already wreaked havoc in [redacted]. The mutation has been dubbed the Metamorphosis (MM) gene. The MM gene is linked to the Y chromosome in humans. Fortunately, a male’s X chromosome usually functions as a suppressor, thereby keeping the malignant gene dormant in afflicted individuals. However, it is still possible for the MM gene to rekindle if certain conditions are met.

First, an afflicted male must lack the appropriate allele(s) for their X chromosome to properly function as a suppressor against the MM gene. Second, the individual’s body must be in a state of heightened activity due to intense physical exertion. Lastly, on a neurological level, the individual must experience high levels of dopamine, oxytocin, and norepinephrine (or, in simpler terms— love). Should all these conditions be met, the door opens for the MM gene to potentially awaken within the subject. 

As you may have already surmised, statistical probability works in our favor against the MM gene. Unfortunately, however, there remains a chance, regardless of how slight, that the proper conditions will align for this chaotic mutation to awaken and wreak havoc on both the carrier male as well as any surrounding, non-carrier parties. This was the case with one individual in the town of [redacted]. 

Numerous questions about how the MM gene operates and spreads among non-carriers despite being classified as a genetic disorder inundate microbiologists with, unfortunately, little to no answers at the time of this report. Further research into the matter remains a high priority. 

END REPORT 

***

It was supposed to be an ordinary day like any other when Geovanni R. Diaz stepped into the gym that afternoon. He drank his pre-workout in the front lobby while waiting for his friend/gym partner Evan Washington to arrive. The two men had met at the beginning of summer when they both started hitting the gym on the same day. They bonded over making fools of themselves as they misused several exercise machines. They became close friends and regular gym buddies since then. 

Some 20 minutes had passed, and Evan was still nowhere in sight. Geo finished the last few sips of his pre-workout and decided to start without him. It was common for Evan to flake out, especially as of late. While Geo initially shared Evan's casual approach to the gym, he eventually decided he wasn’t satisfied with doing the bare minimum. He took on an intense 60-day workout regime to really challenge himself. Evan supported his friend’s endeavor, but the differences in their goals eventually showed themselves when Evan regularly skipped days while Geo kept at it. He didn’t take it personally; he had grown used to it, although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss having someone to joke around with between sets. Regardless, Geo claimed a chest fly machine, powered up his headphones, and then proceeded to get to work. 

“Hey papi, mind if I work in with you?” 

Geo heard a familiar voice behind him as he finished his warm-up set. He smiled as he turned and saw Evan leaning against the machine. 

“Hey, handsome, I thought you weren’t coming today.” Geo stood up and embraced his close friend. 

“Wasn’t planning on it if I’m being totally honest, but then I decided maybe I’ve been skipping too many days and forced myself out of bed to come here. Did you just start?”

“Yeah man! It’s chest and shoulder day today so I figured I’d start with my favorite machine,” Geo looked at Evan with a grin. “Care to join me?” 

Evan only laughed in response. They both already knew the answer, but they enjoyed asking anyway as a joke. With that, they proceeded to go through Geo’s workout plan together. Naturally, Evan couldn’t keep up with Geo anymore and had to lower the weight after every set, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying their time together. By the end of the workout, they were both tired and sweaty in the locker room after hitting the weights hard.

“I have no idea how you manage to stay on track with this whole fitness challenge thing…” Evan huffed as he caught his breath. “I’d probably give up after the first day. You look good though! Your hard work is paying off and it really shows!”

“You think so?” Geo said as he wiped the sweat off his brow. “It’s hard to tell sometimes. I look in the mirror and I feel good, but then I stare at myself too long and I start worrying if I’m just lying to myself.”

“That’s just body dysmorphia talking, you look great!”

“Aw thank you Evan, you’re too kind.”

“Of course! Anytime you need reassurance, I’ll always be here.” 

Evan flashed Geo a broad smile, and he smiled back. A few minutes passed before Evan started talking again. 

“Hey, are you free tonight? I was thinking of making my world famous lasagna tonight, and I'd love to have you over for dinner.”

Geo stopped drying himself after he heard Evan say that. He turned slowly to Evan and saw him with a shy smile. The same smile formed on his face as he began to answer.

“I would love to have dinner with you, Evan. Of course I’ll come over tonight.”

Evan practically exploded with excitement. He ran to Geo for a hug, almost knocking him over due to the impact. Geo wrapped his arms around Evan and held him in a tight embrace. Their hugs always put Geo in a good mood. He was more than overjoyed to discover that Evan shared his feelings. He knew this hug would quickly become one of his top favorite memories. It was a tender moment between two men falling in love, which made it all the more noticeable when loud indigestion ended their sweet moment abruptly. Geo pulled away and held his stomach as he kneeled over in pain.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Evan asked. 

“Ugh… I’m fine. I think I just need a bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Geo ran off while Evan stayed behind in the locker room. Evan finished packing up their things while he waited. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Growing worried, Evan walked to the bathroom stalls to check on his beloved friend. He heard heavy, labored breathing coming from the only closed stall. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” 

Evan knocked on the stall door and found that it was unlocked. He pushed it open slightly. His jaw dropped to the floor when he found Geo naked and drenched in sweat on the tile floor. His eyes were clenched closed, and his face was distorted due to unbearable abdominal pain. Evan ran to his side. 

“What’s going on!? What’s wrong?” Evan asked with apparent urgency in his voice. Geo could barely get words out as he was too busy hyperventilating. 

“So… Hot…”

Evan held a hand against Geo’s forehead and almost immediately recoiled from how hot it was. Geo was running an extremely high fever, unlike anything he had ever seen! Evan’s eyes darted around the bathroom as he desperately sought solutions but couldn’t think of anything due to his panic. He was desperate. He knew he needed to act fast before—

“Ohhhh it hurts!!”

Geo’s sudden shriek stopped Evan’s negative line of thinking. At that moment, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Evan’s gaze shot back to Geo. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what was happening to his soon-to-be boyfriend. Unbeknownst to both of them, Geo was a carrier for the Metamorphosis gene, and all the right conditions were met for it to awaken. The gene was hard at work rearranging Geo’s DNA, and he began transforming right before their very eyes! 

It began with his body hair. Like the other men from the paternal side of his family, Geo had never been able to grow much body hair, if any. However, he did have the genes needed for ample body hair, and thanks to the MM gene, it was finally able to express itself. Thick, black hair began sprouting out of his legs in spurts. With each hair follicle that grew in, Geo’s legs grew just a little bit thicker than before, causing Geo to moan obscenely loud as a result. The accelerated hair growth traveled up his legs and into his crotch area where his pubic hair grew in at an alarming rate until he had a jungle of bushy pubes covering his groin. His hairy balls hung lower than before after growing in size and his cock grew an inch thicker in width. Within a few minutes his entire lower half was transformed. His legs became as strong as tree trunks, and with a new, well-endowed package to boot— all covered in a thick layer of hair too! 

The transformation wave continued to ripple throughout the rest of his body. Geo twisted and writhed on the floor as the rest of his body underwent rapid changes. A prominent happy trail formed on his lower abdomen, connecting his belly button and pubic region with a line of long, messy hair. His pecs grew more plump as hair ran up his ab line and onto the center of his chest where it spiraled outward until it formed little rings of hair around his nipples. His chest and abdominal areas were only covered with a slight dusting of body hair compared to his legs. The stubble on his face grew until a thick, connected beard replaced the short goatee Geo once sported. 

His armpits were hit the hardest by the transformation. His pit hair grew and grew until it curled from its long length, leaving Geo with obscenely hairy underarms. Combined with the heavy sweat of an intense workout, Geo’s hairy pit smell began to fill the room. Evan recoiled from how unexpectedly strong Geo’s musky body odor had become, though he couldn’t resist helping himself to a couple of sniffs after he got a whiff of his powerful musk. 

The MM gene had thoroughly scrambled Geo’s DNA sequences, leaving him as a completely unrecognizable, alternate version of himself! 

“WHEW!! God I feel sooo much better now… Hey what’s wrong, babe? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“G… Geo? Is that you?” Evan stood in shock from disbelief. If he hadn’t witnessed it for himself, Evan would’ve never believed that the hairy, smelly jock lying in front of him, staring at him with a lustful smirk, was the same man he had just invited over for dinner. 

“Of course it is, mi hermosito, who else would I be?” Geo winked as he threw his arms up, leaving his hairy underarms exposed. “By the way, I saw you sniffing the air earlier… How about you come and have a whiff right from the source?” 

Evan chuckled nervously, but Geo wasn’t joking. His laughter died down as he realized just how dead-serious Geo was.

“No… You’re not seriously—” 

“Oh but I am,” Geo interrupted. “Just a little taste won’t hurt anyone. Call it a preview for what’s to come later tonight.”

“But right here? In the public bathrooms?”

“Why not? It’s not like anyone else is around right now. We’ll just have to keep our voices down if someone comes in. So, what do you say? I know you want to…”

Geo got up from the ground and approached Evan. He stood close enough that his scent naturally filled Evan’s nose without him needing to sniff. Evan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his friend’s intoxicating musk left him in a state of deep arousal. Of course, Evan had some reservations about hooking up with Geo after he had just randomly transformed right in front of him, but between how close Geo’s pits already were to his face and the fact that it still seemed to be the same man he had come to know and love on the inside, Evan couldn’t bring himself to reject the offer. Before he could think about it properly, he was already leaning in without even realizing it. 

Once Evan started, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face deep into Geo’s sweaty, rank underarms. Geo’s coarse black hair tickled Evan’s nostrils as he nuzzled against the crevices of his pits. Muffled groans filled with pleasure escaped Evan’s mouth as he indulged in the manly, sweaty scent, each sniff leaving him more satisfied than the last. Soon enough, both Geo and Evan grew rock hard from all the sensual physical touch. The tents in their gym shorts poked and rubbed against each other as they continued pressing their bodies together. For Geo, the thought of getting worshiped in a public place like a gym bathroom was the hottest thing ever while Evan was just happy he got to service a hairy, sweaty gym rat. 

Evan briefly lifted his head out of Geo’s armpit for air. At that moment, Geo held his face and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Their tongues wrestled inside of Evan’s mouth as they locked lips. Once they had their fill of making out after a while, Geo began pushing Evan down onto his knees, to which Evan happily obliged. Geo’s cock stood at full mast, nearly poking one of Evan’s eyes out as he got into position. Evan was in awe as he held the heavy piece of uncut brown meat in his hands. He was drooling just from the sight of it! Not able to restrain himself anymore, Evan dove right in and guided the leaking tip into his mouth.

Arghh… Mmmmm…

Geo let out guttural moans as his friend went down on him. The sound of a man’s deep moans encouraged Evan to service him as best as he physically could. It was almost like he forgot he needed to breathe as he slurped Geo’s entire length up and down with his tongue until it hit the back of his throat. Geo squirmed and grunted obscenely loud as Evan wrapped his cock with his warm, moist mouth. He only lasted a few minutes until he couldn’t hold in his load anymore. Geo held Evan’s head down, his nose pressing against his unruly bush, and let out a loud groan from deep within his lungs as his load came rushing out. Evan whimpered with pleasure as he swallowed Geo’s heavy load, the salty taste of cum filling up his mouth. Once it was done, they both pulled away with a satisfied ahhh!

“Alright, get up. Your turn.”

Geo helped Evan up to his feet, then got down on his knees himself. Evan didn’t deny Geo’s advances, but he also didn’t help him get into position either. He had a blank expression as Geo proceeded to go down on him. Even as he swirled and sucked on his sensitive head, Evan didn’t react or say anything aside from an occasional soft moan. All he could focus on was a prominent cut on the inside of his cheek that he could feel with his tongue. Was that always there? Evan wasn’t sure, but regardless, it was already too late. The damage was done. He had contracted the MM gene from Geo. 

Evan winced as he began to notice a pain growing in the pit of his stomach. It started as a slight ache, but it quickly became unbearable. Evan hunched over, letting a low groan as he held his hands against his side where it hurt the most. It felt like he was being stabbed from the inside out! The next thing he knew, his muscles rapidly stretched and constricted as the gene started rearranging his DNA. 

Because Evan was a non-carrier and his immune system was not already accustomed to suppressing the malignant virus, the MM gene was able to activate without delay and transformed him much faster than Geo. He threw his head back and quietly moaned as the transformation happened. Geo was too busy giving him head to even notice. He just thought he was doing a good job. 

The MM gene was hard at work bringing out Evan’s hidden genetic traits. Although he was only 12.5% Black from his mother’s side, that was more than enough for the virus to play around with. Various points around his skinny body began to inflate with muscle mass. His thin frame and scrawny chicken legs filled in with much-needed mass, giving him sturdy legs with sharp ab lines and impressive cannons for arms. His biceps swelled to the size of melons as his body flexed under the tension of rapid transformation. Evan himself was surprised with how heavy his new body was becoming.

His facial structure shifted and morphed. His nose widened while his jawline became stronger and sharper. A bushy goatee beard grew in where he once could only grow peach fuzz. The once wholly flat-chested Evan Washington now sported two massive slabs of meat resting on his torso. His pecs were firm, strong, and hung low from their own weight. Coupled with bright pink nips, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he now possessed a perfect chest. Although his pale skin tone stayed the same, the MM gene brought his Black features out to the forefront, giving the once undeniably White young man a more visibly biracial appearance by the end of his transformation.

While Evan underwent a total identity change, Geo kept blowing him all the while. Although he did notice a sudden change in Evan’s girth and overall size, the taste of a nice, sweaty cock kept him focused on the task at hand. Geo simply took a breath through his nose and opened his mouth up even wider to keep deepthroating him. Evan’s body was still sensitive from having undergone rapid growth, which only made the pleasure of having his dick sucked sloppily increase tenfold. The veins in his thighs and cock twitched and throbbed as he climaxed and pumped out his thick load straight down Geo’s throat. Geo swallowed, sighed with deep satisfaction, and got up from the ground. 

“Mmm! You know, yours tastes kinda tangy!” Geo gathered and licked up the few stray drops dripping from Evan’s tip. 

Meanwhile, Evan was trembling, struggling to breathe after all the physical stimulation. Only after Geo finished cleaning up the spunky mess did he realize that the Evan standing before him no longer looked like the Evan he once knew.  

“What the— Who are you!! Where’d Evan go?” Geo yelled. Evan turned to look at him, and Geo saw his pupils dilating unnaturally rapidly. “Dude, what’s wrong with your eyes!?”

Evan said nothing in response. The MM gene fried his mind with a heavy concentration of hormones, leaving him in a state of severe brain fog. Evan stumbled forward to the nearby mirror. His cock was still semi-erect. The sight of his own dick was enough to make Evan drool as he admired and flexed his arm muscles. Geo tried calling his attention but to no avail. Evan was unresponsive to his shouts. He had one thing and one thing only on his horny mind. 

“More…” Evan muttered.

“More what?” Geo replied. Evan snapped his line of sight back at Geo. His dazed eyes wandered to Geo’s exposed junk, then narrowed as they met his eyes. He let out a low growl as his eyes suddenly had an intense look that caused Geo to take a few steps back. It was the same look a hungry lion gave a gazelle out in the wild. Geo swallowed his breath. He became acutely aware of the situation he was in.

“Dick! I want more dick!!”

Evan puckered his lips and lunged towards Geo, though Geo managed to sidestep him in time.

“Get away from me! Look man, you might be hot as hell but I’m not interested! I’m a taken man!!” 

Geo quickly gathered his discarded clothes and hightailed it out of the bathroom. Naturally, being in the hyper state that he was, Evan wasn’t going to give up until he got what he craved. He stumbled out of the bathroom stall ass naked, where he was about to run into the perfect target.  

“Man! Today is just not my day,” a bodybuilder mumbled as he walked into the locker room. Dylan was a muscle gay, and he came to the gym solely to go cruising that day. 

However, despite his efforts, he struck out. He was getting sexually frustrated, which made him incredibly willing to hook up with some random stranger in the bathroom. 

Dylan was as equally surprised as he was impressed when Evan stepped out of the stall with his cock out. The smell of sweat and cum hit his nose, arousing him. Dylan loved what he saw and decided to make his move on the muscle-bound hunk.

“Hey there, stud! Need a hand there?” Dylan whistled at Evan, catching his attention.

Evan turned to him. He was still visibly sweaty and was breathing heavily. Dylan wasn’t sure what to make of him, but Evan didn’t give him a chance to reconsider. 

Evan charged at him, planting his lips against his upon impact. Dylan was caught off guard but had no problem matching Evan’s energy. He kissed him back as their frisky hands began feeling up each other’s bodies. Although Dylan loved making out, Evan’s kissing style was quickly turning out to be way too rough for his tastes. Evan forced his tongue in, had an obscene amount of saliva, and even bit down on his bottom lip with enough force to draw blood.

“OWW! What the fuck man!?”

Dylan pushed Evan away and held his bleeding lip. He was glad that there wasn't a lot of blood, but was still rightfully pissed off. As ravenous as he was due to the MM gene, Evan was oblivious to what he had done. Instead, his attention shifted to another guy wearing only a towel near the showers. He ran off in that direction and left Dylan in the dust. 

“Prick…” 

With that, Dylan decided to just give up and get a quick workout in. He took out a rice bar and ate it as he returned to the main area. He did his stretches, picked up a couple of barbells, and claimed an open bench. But just as he was about to start his first set, a powerful hunger overcame him. He grabbed at his stomach and kneeled over in pain as the MM gene took effect.

All of Dylan’s hard-earned muscles melted away within a matter of minutes. He rapidly gained pounds upon pounds of body fat. What were once washboard abs complimented by chiseled biceps were replaced by flabby arms and a protruding, hairy gut. His pecs lost their firmness and began to sag as they became nothing but a pair of man boobs. All the while, the same overwhelming lust Evan had began growing within Dylan too.

A handful of nearby good samaritans came to Dylan’s aid after he collapsed. While they all tried to help Dylan, most stayed back after witnessing his sudden transformation firsthand. Nobody knew what was happening behind the scenes, leading to anxious rumors and worried whispers floating around the gym. While most people were too cautious to get near Dylan, one brave man decided to step forward and help Dylan. Unfortunately, as he tried to help Dylan get up to his feet, Dylan accidentally scratched him on the back. The young man recoiled and dropped Dylan to the ground as a result.

As other people began to help Dylan, the injured man stepped off to the side to tend to his wound. He felt unusually warm as he finished putting on a bandage. He didn’t think much of it and ignored it but soon found himself sweating bullets as he rejoined the group. It got to the point that he needed to take a seat to try to cool off, but it was no use. He soon joined Dylan on the floor, writhing in pain due to contracting the MM gene.

At this point, everyone in the gym had gathered around the two men. The crowd stood back as they bore witness to yet another transformation. They watched in bewilderment as the short man rapidly grew in height. He groaned and gasped in anguish as his limbs stretched out. His torso grew and widened until he had the body of a tall bear. He pawed at the growing tent in his sweats as he thrashed around the floor, massaging his manhood as hormones continued pumping throughout his body. Within minutes, the infected man had gone from a stout 5’4 to a big, burly 6’4.

Although the afflicted man already had a healthy spattering of trimmed body hair, the MM gene forced his hair to grow to what was genetically possible. His body hair grew out beyond what Geo experienced. From his chest and belly to his legs and arms, every hair follicle grew longer and thicker, leaving him a pelt of curly body hair. His facial hair, in particular, grew out the most. His mustache grew longer and longer until it practically covered his mouth! His beard became bushy and unruly with coarse black hair as it reached his chest. All the while, the hair on the top of his head fell out one by one until he had a shiny bald head. He became an unrecognizable version of himself thanks to the MM gene. Once his transformation was over, he sat up and let out a bellowing belch that echoed throughout the gym. 

“Mrmph… Feels sooooo good…”

The crowd of witnesses backed away from the two transformed men. The two men turned to the crowd and smiled. A cold, ominous air filled the atmosphere. A few intuitive individuals saw the writing on the wall and left before shit hit the fan while the majority stayed behind, anxious and confused at what was going on. A few moments filled with tense silence passed, only for it to be broken when Evan came charging in from the men’s locker room and locked lips with the closest man. Almost as if on signal, Dylan and the burly bear joined Evan’s rampage and lashed out, too.

Pandemonium broke out as everyone made a mad dash for the exit. It was like a zombie attack as Evan and the other transformed men attacked every healthy man they could get their hands on. The unfortunate victims contracted the MM gene. Once infected, they, too, succumbed to genetic rearrangements. Some grew insanely muscular, and others became incredibly overweight. Hair was grown and lost; skin colors changed, and every physical feature rearranged until they were completely unrecognizable. All those transformed men wanted nothing more than to kiss, fuck, and spread their seed to as many people as possible until their hyped-up urges were satiated. 

“Shit’s getting crazy out here…” Geo whispered to himself. He poked his head out of the locker room and saw the chaos he unwittingly caused. He wanted nothing to do with the madness and ran out of the gym as fast as he could, though the infected men paid him no attention as he was already one of them. Police were beginning to arrive on the scene as Geo drove away with only one thought: his dinner date with his best friend and crush, Evan. 

Though unfortunately for him, the Evan he knew and loved was long gone. It would only be a matter of time before Geo forgot all about Evan, and his body gradually returned to its original state after the MM gene returned to a state of dormacy.

At least, until the next time Geo or some other carrier falls in love.

***

PUBLIC STATEMENT ISSUED BY THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE

Good evening.

As you may have already heard, a horrific incident has occurred at one of our local gyms. Dozens of men went on a rampage. It took several hours and almost all of our manpower, but our police department has successfully arrested all of the sexually rabid men and have placed them in custody. 

Security camera footage shows that all of these men were physically transformed before attacking. After an initial investigation, medical experts suspect that a rare genetic disorder called the Metamorphosis gene is responsible. Unfortunately, while there were no casualties, some of our own brave policemen were affected by the viral outbreak and were transformed themselves.

Two big questions remain tonight: how did a genetic disorder manage to spread like a virus, and how did these men contract this previously unheard of disorder? The arrested men were questioned about the events that led to this mass riot. None have been able to provide any concrete information. None of them seem to recognize their former identities, citing amnesia and severe migraines as the cause. 

Patient 0 has yet to be found. An active investigation continues as research efforts for a potential cure to the Metamorphosis gene’s effects continue. 

END OF STATEMENT

A commission featuring Steve Rodfers and Bucky Barnes turning into Hulk versions of themselves.

“You know it's kind of crazy.” Bucky begins to say.

Steve pauses and turns around to look at his old friend. Bucky isn't looking at Steve. His gaze instead looks around the old S.H.I.E.L.D base that was in total disarray. 

“What do you mean?” Steve asks him.

“Just how many of these secret S.H.I.E.L.D bases there must be out there.” He pauses, turning his focus to Steve now.

“Makes you wonder just what made them abandon them, and what secrets they left.” He finishes with.

“I know what you mean.” Steve sighs.

He crosses his arms over his chest. Thinking about the reason they were here in this abandoned base to begin with. Fury had instructed Steve to come here. He wouldn't elaborate on the full details as to why. Just that Steve was needed to destroy an old experiment that was being worked on when this was an active S.H.I.E.L.D base.

The Super Soldier did wonder though as he was briefed on this mission why the experiment wasn't dismantled before the base was abandoned to begin with. He has worked with Fury long enough to know he was likely not to get that much detail from the Head of S.H.I.E.L.D. 

He was also instructed to come alone on this mission. As well as to not tell the other Avengers about this. So Steve found no issue in bringing Bucky along with him. Since his oldest friend wasn't a part of the Avengers. So it wasn't like Steve was breaking any rules or orders. Steve preferred to have some company along with him. Even more so since he was given little information on what exactly this experiment they were to destroy was even of. 

The only other thing he was given information about other than the location of the base was that the experiment where it would be.  

‘Find a dark green door towards the end of the base.’ Was what Fury told him.

“Well, let's find this thing, destroy it and get the hell outta here.” Bucky says.

He moves past Steve, and the blonde man follows behind him. While they headed towards the back of the base, Steve kept looking around. The lab was a total mess. Papers, desks, cabinets, and so much more were all strewn around. It made him wonder why the S.H.I.E.L.D agents who were stationed here left. Or what made them leave he should say. Since it was clear something had happened here to cause such a mess of the place. 

Seeing the base like this also made Steve think why would Fury just now order someone to come here to destroy whatever this experiment was. He would have thought it would be a priority for S.H.I.E.L.D. From what Steve can tell this base looks to have been abandoned for a couple years now. 

“Hey, I'm guessing that is the door we are looking for?” Bucky asks.

Steve turns his attention towards them. Down the hallway of the room they had just entered was a double set of green doors. Steve and Bucky cautiously approach the double doors. The two super soldier's stop just in front of the doors. Steve glances to his left to see a security keypad. 

“Fury didn't mention anything about.” He is interrupted by the sound of metal being smashed. Quickly turning to see Bucky using his vibranium arm to tear one of the doors off its hinges. 

“Smooth.” Steve says to him.

Bucky just smirks, setting the broken door to the side. 

“After you Captain.” Bucky says in a playful tone.

Steve just rolls his eyes, but smiles as he walks by Bucky to enter inside the room. Steve and Bucky walk a few feet inside the dimly lit room when the lights come on. With the room being more bright now it allows the two men to see just what was kept inside the locked room. 

At first glance it looked like an ordinary lab. But what was eye-catching was the device stationed in the center of the lab. It looked like a ray gun, one like you would see in a sci-fi movie. The ray gun was attached to a strange looking cube that was completely sealed up by some strange looking metal. 

“What the hell is that thing?” Bucky asks.

“And what were they going to use it for?” Steve adds.

“Maybe we should look around first to see if we can't find out any information on what this thing is.” Steve suggests.

“Fine.” Bucky sighs.

They then split up to search around the lab. Careful as to not get near the strange device they were sent there to destroy. Steve goes through a few papers on a nearby desk. Scanning over them and at first he doesn't find anything that's helpful in telling him what this device is. It was a couple moments later when Bucky was calling Steve's name.

Steve moves over to the side of the lab where Bucky had moved to.

“Take a look at this.” He says to him, handing Steve a beige file.

“Project Gamma.” Steve reads.

“It would seem S.H.I.E.L.D was doing some testing with gamma radiation.” Bucky says.

The file didn't say a whole lot about why these S.H.I.E.L.D scientists were using gamma radiation. Just the device was built to use it in some way. The rest of the documents were either torn, smudged, or seemed like pages were missing from them.

“Were they trying to find a way to handle the Hulk?” Steve wonders out loud.

It would make sense since he supposes. S.H.I.E.L.D did have some options in place to deploy in case Banner lost control of his Hulk side and went on a rampage. But a device that used gamma power? Would that even do anything to hinder Hulk?

“That, or they wanted a way to make more Hulks.” Bucky tells him.

Steve would argue about that, but then he thought that it could be an option. It would explain why Fury was secretive on this mission. As well as why he didn't want Steve to tell the other Avengers about it. Steve just hoped that wasn't the goal with this Project Gamma. Because if S.H.I.E.L.D was trying to create more Hulks, then Fury would be getting an earful from him.

“How the hell are we supposed to destroy a contraption that uses gamma energy anyways?” Bucky asks.

“Well, we will have to figure it out as we go I guess.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose.

This was proving to be rather annoying. More so than he thought it would. It would have been nice if Fury told him about this. That way he could have been thinking of some sort of plan. Now here he and Bucky were in a room with a dangerous invention that S.H.I.E.L.D had no business cresting in the first place. 

“Maybe we could look around some more.” Steve suggests.

“The computers still seem like they would work. Maybe we can access the system and learn a way to dismantle it.” He adds.

“Okay, but neither of us are Stark levels of intelligent Steve.” Bucky says.

“So are you sure we can even hack into an advanced computer system set up by S.H.I.E.L.D?” He finishes with.

“Well, one way to find out.” Steve tells him.

It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes this time. The two Super Soldiers carefully got to work trying to gain access to the computers. After several attempts of them getting nowhere Bucky's frustrations started to get the best of him. The Winter Soldier ended up pressing the wrong keys into the computer. Moments later the device in front of them started to make noises.

“What did you do?!” Steve asks, getting up from the chair he was sitting in.

“I don't know!” Bucky tells him. 

“I knew we shouldn't have been messing with this crap!” he then exclaims. 

The device begins to make whirring noises as it boots up. A green ring of lights started to flicker on the machine. The blaster’ nozzle begins to flicker green before it stays a solid bright emerald shade of green. 

“We need to go.” Steve starts.

“Now!” He yells.

Only it was too late. The device seemed to hone in on the two men. Before either of them could move to escape the lab. A dark green beam of pure gamma energy launches from the device’s blaster. Steve and Bucky stagger backwards, both men making loud noises as they shout. The device continues to release the gamma beam that has enveloped Steve and Bucky. 

Both men fell to their knees, their shouts echoing through the lab. The device begins to slow. The energy beam it was firing at them begins to flicker before the machine cuts off. Having expelled so much energy the machine starts to break, pieces of it clattering to the floor. Steve and Bucky were too preoccupied to notice this. The two men shared looks of exhaustion with each other.

“Need…to…call…backup.” Steve manages to say to Bucky.

“Can't…focus.” Bucky grunts.

“Hard to…Urggggh!” He then yells.

Bucky felt like his insides were burning, his muscles felt tense and sore. Making it hard for him to move. He clenched his fists, this weird feeling of pure rage began to bubble up within him. Bucky's arms tighten, veins bulging against his pale skin. The veins start to get bigger as they pulsate. Bucky's pale skin starts to gain this gray-green hue to it. 

“S-steve.” Bucky grunts.

His voice sounded deeper, he hunched over, his back starting to expand. Pushing outwards as it grew wider. Stretching his shirt out to the point it started to tear apart in certain places. Bucky straightened up, tossing his head back to release a silent yell. His eyes turn a dark shade of green. The veins continue to appear and pulsate along his expanding body. His neck thickens up, head growing larger. His jaw shifts with his growth. Becoming more square in shape. His eyebrows get thicker while his nose becomes larger. Bucky's hands triple in size. The growth traversing up his arms to his biceps. His chest balloons outwards drastically. His pecs grow to he huge, to the point what little bit of his shirt that still hung onto Bucky's expanded frame fell to the floor in a discarded pile. 

Bucky got to his feet, stumbling on his legs. He knocks into stuff in the lab. Making a mess as he stumbles and topples over. He releases deep frustrated growls, his feet ache in his shrinking shoes. It wasn't long before his shoes tore part to reveal his massive feet. The growth then snaked up his legs. Not only was Bucky growing taller, his legs became overly thick with pure muscle that he was gaining. 

Bucky's mind fell into turmoil. It became so hard to think. His large hands clenched his head as he started to grunt deeply to himself. His head spun, his thoughts becoming more simplistic. Finally the confusion and fear Bucky felt subsided. Now the Winter Soldier felt was power.

Beside Bucky Steve tried to do something. He staggered away from his best friend. Desperate to keep his composure. But the gamma ray he was hit by was making his body scream and pulsate with this strange sensation.

“Got…to…get…FURY!” He says Fury’s name in an angry roar.

Frustration shattered the composure he was desperately trying to keep. He couldn't help feel so angry at Fury. It was because of him that Steve and Bucky where in this situation. Because S.H.I.E.L.D couldn't help themselves by messing with something they shouldn't have been. 

Steve could admit he was afraid. Never had he felt such rage like this before. It was so overwhelming, and it made him sympathetic towards Banner. Having no idea this was the sort of anger his friend must always feel dwelling within him. Steve tries to take a few deep breaths, only for his fists to clench. He tries to then channel his anger into them. Punching the floor, every punch his fist expands, this pale skin turning a shade of green that was so dark it almost looked blue.

A small crate forms where Steve had kept hitting the floor. His fist was massive compared to the rest of him. He stared at his huge fist, wide eyed. It looked like he was wearing one of those foam Hulk hand toys he would see youths wearing. His still normal sized arm started to have bulging veins traversing up it. He grunts, watching his arm slowly expand inside to be proportionate with his enlarged sized hand. 

When the growth reaches Steve's biceps he makes a face. Feeling how his growing biceps constricted around his too small shirt sleeve. The sound of fabric shredding echoes in his ears. Looking to see how his entire arm was so much larger compared to the rest of him. He had to focus to keep focus to keep it lifted up and not topple over because of it. 

His annoyance and anger only blossomed from there. The rage within him overtaking the level headed man. Steve roared, the more he did his neck expanded, thick green veins throbbing against his bull sized neck. Steve's torso barreled outwards drastically. Causing his shirt to fully shred apart like a cheap paper bag. Leaving his bare chest to see his expanded muscular physique he was gaining. 

His pecs ballooned outwards with the bulk Steve was gaining still. Steve's normal sized arm immediately grows to the size of his other arm. He couldn't help flexing them, staring at his overly muscular arms with a weird fascination. His dick stirred in his pants. His pants begin to tighten around his expanding thighs. Tears formed along the seams of them, exposing his dark green legs through the tears.

Steve shakes his head, snapping himself from the daze he was falling into. He tries to ignore his growing arousal. Though it was becoming hard since it was a nice feeling compared to the pure engagement he was only feeling just moments prior. 

Steve held his head in his hands. Trying to regain his composure. He didn't want to be distracted by this growing lust or anger. He wanted this to stop. His head pounded, growing larger with his features shifting slightly. His well groomed hair becomes messy thanks to his hands running through them. 

He stomps his foot, the gesture causes it to enlarge even further than it had so far. So much so, Steve’s steel toed boots he was wearing shred apart like they were made of cheap material. His enlarged dark green foot shifts on his torn apart boot. The growth expanded even further up his legs. Fully tearing apart his pants leg.

His other leg quickly follows along, allowing Steve to stay upright without fumbling over. Continuing the  growth till it finally finishes tearing apart his pants so Steve was standing there, fully hulked out. 

Steve stands there, heaving, he takes a moment to look himself over. His mind dwindles down to be more simple minded thinking. That helped calm him from the stress he felt before as he was hulking out.  He becomes distracted by a deep noise beside him. Turning his attention towards the direction he sees Bucky watching him. Steve’s gaze looks over his oldest friend. Unable to help the way he becomes more aroused as he admires Buky’s Hulk self.

“Steve…think Bucky look good.” Steve grunts,

That earns him a wide smile from Bucky, he stomps close to him. Steve is moving to meet his friend. 

“Bucky think same for Steve.” Bucky says to him.

They two Hulk turned Super Soldiers just stare at one another for a moment. They both move at the same time, colliding into each other with their massive arms wrapping around the other. Steve and Bucky kiss each other with a strong intensity, their large hands moving and groping their partner's large form. Their moans are deep and echo through the lab. Neither of the two men focused on anything but the other. They stumble around, still in each other's embrace. Slamming into the walls, into desks, and anything that gets in their way.

“Steve want Bucky.” Steve grunts in his deeper low toned voice.

Bucky just grins widely, Steve feeling his friend's cock rubbing against him. It made Steve even more anticipated to be fucked by his sexy Hulkified friend. They share another kiss before Steve moves. He positions himself on all four, his thick muscular ass presented to Bucky. Steve smirks when he hears the low rumbling noise Bucky makes. Moaning when he then feels Bucky's large hands groping his ass cheeks.

“Bucky enjoy this.”

“Bucky smash Steve real good.” He friend says.

Steve feels Bucky's massive dick tease along his ass. Steve shudders, arching back a little. Even more so when Bucky slams his fat cock inside his tight hole. Steve releases a loud pleasing moan. His huge fists crumble the ground under him when he clenches his hands into fists. Bucky's hands are gripping his hips. Keeping Steve in place.

Steve's moaning bellows grow louder while Bucky's possessive grunts deepen. The sound of the two massive brutes fucking echoed throughout the abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D base. The impact of Bucky's thrusts even causes the glass and windows within the lab to crack. With some of them to even shatter with how intense his thrusts are becoming. 

“More! Give Steve more!” Steve bellows.

Steve had never felt pleasure like this before. He wanted more, no he needed more. He wanted Bucky to go over his limits and dominate him even further.

Bucky says nothing, his friend just makes a series of deep grunting moans. His movements quicken and he fucks Steve even harder than he was before. Steve relishes in the pleasure he feels by being fucked like this. He positions himself to keep himself upright with one hand. Steve's right hand moves and he grips his fat leaking cock. He then starts to jerks himself off while Bucky fucks him. Steve's grins as he opens his mouth, his tongue then sticks out his mouth as he starts to pant. A large wad of clear drool drips down from his tongue. Showing just how lost Steve has become in his arousal. It didn't take long for Steve to feel his fat balls churning, his orgasm building up.

“Fuck! Bucky cum!” Bucky growls. 

With one more heavy slam into Steve, Bucky unloads balls deep inside him. The sensation of feeling Bucky’s heavy load filling his ass pushes Steve over the edge. With a roaring moan, Steve’s cock sputters. Thick ropes of cum cascading from his fat dick head. Making a huge mess all over Steve’s overly muscular body, but as well as the floor under him. 

The two Hulkified Super Soldiers then topple over onto the ground. Bucky’s load leaking out of Steve’s wrecked ass once Bucky had finally pulled his dick out of Steve. The two Hulks lay there on the destroyed lab floor. They were exhausted, but both Hulks still felt incredibly horny for the other Hulk. Unable to keep their hands off each other as they prepare themselves for another round together. 

It's moments later when Steve untangled himself from Bucky, standing up over him. His cock was back to being fully erect as he looked down at his best friend.

“Steve smash Bucky now.” Steve grunts with a possessive smile. 

Welcome to the club! As a hiatused TF writer myself, you’re doing an amazing job.

Now, the request…

Despite acting up the tough guy role online, I’m not that strong in real life. My dream is to be a pillar of strength to everyone around me, and although I’ve started going to the gym, it’s taking awhile to get there. Think you can help me with that?

Aw thanks for the welcome! And as an offer of gratitude, I offer you to test drive one of our new workout tapes. I'm into the whole VHS aesthetic and there's something pleasantly nostalgic about it that I think it'll be popular. Even better, our tapes come with a VHS player in case you don't have one yourself.

So go ahead and stick the tape in. Change into your most comfortable workout gear - in your case: shorts and a nice sleeveless tee - and let me guide you through the stages of your workout!

Okay, first things first: it's important to stretch. As you go through the stretches, I really want you to pay attention to the surge of testosterone that's centering around your balls which feel like they're heating up. Your cock stands ramrod straight in your shorts, hard and pulsing, so hard it's like you can feel every ridge and vein of it pulsing as it almost slips out of your jockstrap, the head just barely grazing your thighs. You'll know you're really stretching right when you feel your hole start to twitch in response, like it too is joining this workout.

Feels weird doesn't it?

Having it pucker and twitch like that. Growing more sensitive and greedier with each lunge, with each shuddering breath you take as your cock starts leaking in your jock. The horniness is really setting into your brain and it's taking all of your willpower not to start stroking your cock right here in your living room. Your balls are gonna start feeling bigger and heavier, the weight between your legs pleasurable and unfamiliar as you stand, the heated bulge in your shorts is eye catching. Jaw dropping.

Reach for the sky.

Feel your back stretch taller. Your increasing height makes your tee float a few inches above your stomach, your shorts sag a little off your body. You're well above 6 feet now. Probably around 6'5". Adjust to your new altitude, steady yourself on your feet as your brain becomes hot with horny heat.

Now, all of our at home exercises will be body weight exercises. It's all about accessibility and some people just don't have large weights just sitting around their apartments so we really want to make our workouts something everyone can do.

The first thing we're gonna do is squats. Really gonna target those glutes and thighs. Your brain is probably going haywire with all the excess hormones flooding into it. All those hormones concentrating in your balls and flowing throughout your body, blood hot with testosterone making you sweat and all your still small muscles flexing involuntarily. Including your cock which jumps out of your jockstrap fully, balls stretching the now sweaty fabric as you lower into the first squat and practically yelp in pleasure as your ass muscles flex, tighten, and grow. Your thighs grow too, pressing into the empty space of your shorts. Your hips and waist sink into the waistband, growing wider and stronger, pushing against your shorts and testing the elastic. Your ass feels bigger, a larger weight hanging onto your lower back as you stand after the first squat, the strength coursing down your thighs and into your calves which have started growing, and your feet which stretch against your socks.

Squat.

Another few pounds of muscle and fat floods into your ass and that moan you bit back earlier unleashes itself. The skin stretches to contain that juicy ass of yours as hair rockets out of the pores, blanketing your ass and sensitive hole, sweat slicking up the hairs back there and concentrating your musk. The hair flows down your expanding thighs and calves, a huge bush pushing above the base of your growing - growing! - uncontrollably dripping cock. You whimper as you look down. Your legs and ass are making your shorts hang on for dear life, the straps of your jock fighting to contain your hairy globes. Your brain feels like it's becoming a horny, hormonal soup as your cock pushes against your jock as it fattens up, growing both in length and girth as it snakes down your thigh. You want to touch it so bad. You've never had the urge to jack off this bad. Your hairier feet start putting enough strain on your socks that the first few tears form. Your thighs and hips bloat again, the muscles just expanding and your thighs becoming beefy pillars of muscle and fat. Just judging from the size of your thighs, you know your ass is going to be huge.

Squat.

The moan that comes out of your mouth makes you sound like a porn star as your ass grows so big that it pushes away the waistband of your shorts, starting to slide down, the silky fabric brushing against your newly fat, sensitive ass, makes your cock ooze cum all down your hairy legs. The smell of pure manly musk and sweat comes pouring out of your distressed shorts as your cock pumps bigger and the first sounds of your jock's fabric giving it sound out. You fuck the air as your thighs grow, pushing and squeezing your hard cock as more cum pumps out of it. All you really can do is put your hands on your ass and knead the fleshy globes as a few more pounds of fat and muscle spread your ass around your fingers. Your fat, hairy toes pop through the front of your socks as your feet widen and bloat, the bones rearranging into massive size 14 grippers. You're moaning uncontrollably as your thighs go through another burst of growth and stretch your shorts beyond the breaking point, ripping right through them. The hairy slabs of beef are exposed to the air and hitting you in the face with sweat and musk. You need something in your ass so bad. You need something in your ass and something on your dick - a mouth, an ass, a hand, anything!

You think to eject the tape. Your lower body is huge and beefy, thick. Watermelon - no, pumpkin - crusher thighs. Calves like overripe apples. Huge musky feet that are so sensitive as you take a few lumbering steps towards the VHS player. You moan and shiver with pleasure as your huge, tight ass shakes behind you with every step.

Now it's time to work on your torso.

You drop to the floor in ecstasy, back arching to thrust out that fat ass of yours. You crawl onto your back, whimpering and silently pleading with the tape. Mostly you just want to cum. Paint your walls and the TV with your spunk. The slow ooze of cum is doing nothing to alleviate the sexual pressure and tension that's filling your balls and blowing up your brain right now. Your shorts slide under your ass and make the hairy basketballs feel even bigger. You wrestle them off and toss them aside, whining in pleasure as your fat cock flops against your stomach, your small tight abs, just drooling everywhere and pulsating. You land on your ass and assume the crunch position, the sensation of your ass hitting the ground shooting right to your prostate and making another hot ooze of cum shoot out. You take off your sweat soaked, tight tee and toss it onto your damp shorts, out of breath and so dazed and horny that you're starting to forget about ejecting the tape at all.

Crunch.

You do a crunch and you scream in pleasure as a rope of cum fires onto your chest. Your stomach clenches and tightens, the fat burning off and sliding either up into your chest and fattening your nipples into hard begging pegs, or sliding into your ass and bloating it bigger. Your core strengthens, waist widening further with muscle as hair blankets your torso in a dense, sweaty rug. Your musk is becoming even more powerful with all this excess hair and sweat. The hair flows along your still flat chest, swirling around your swollen nipples and making you arch your broadening back. Your neck thickens and your throat bulges with the huge lump of your Adam's apple making itself readily apparent.

Crunch.

The next moan is so deep and guttural it rattles the windows of your apartment. The whole building probably heard that. But who cares? Your abs punch against the skin of your stomach, so strong and covered with a thin layer of fat that swells over them, making them defined but not that shredded, single digit body fat percentage look. You hug your torso, hand brushing against the swollen, damp head of your cock, as your abs continue growing and sharpening, your chest heaving forward as muscle starts growing around your nipples. Your chest packs on muscle like nobody's business, filling up fatter and fatter, and you lurch forward into another Crunch as your pecs jut forward, huge nipples swaying and pointing straight downward. A dense carpet of hair fills in whatever remaining blank skin you have on your chest. You hug your still inflating and lean forward as more pounds of fat and muscle flow into your pecs. Your moans sound almost painful, but they're filled with sex and lust, like you're getting godly backshots. You flop back on the ground and close your eyes and just ride the waves of pleasure as your torso continues inflating, piling on muscle and fat, your huge tits filling out your chest.

You rub the dense sweaty hair. Travel upwards and squeeze those suckable nipples. You buck as your cock fires all over your chest, the cum stuck in the dense hairs and adding to your intense, manly smell. You squeeze and play with your muscle tits, flexing your huge, strong abs.

The next workout is going to target your arms.

At the sensation of your expanding hands, you rip off your soaked and strained jockstrap, letting your fat cock and huge fleshy tennis balls hang free. The smell of you is intoxicating. You look down and marvel at your body, the thick pulsating cock desperate for your touch, leaking like a burst pipe all over your dense, impenetrable abs. Your tree trunk thighs. The mounds of your pecs.

Stroke your cock. Do not cum until you're told.

You grab your cock without a second thought. Your bigger, meatier toes curl. The horniness you're feeling is feral in its quality. In the way that it overpowers your higher brain function. Your head swims with images of you railing scores of men, literally fucking the cum out of them and draining their (and your) balls. An absolute beast in the bedroom. A beast in the gym too. You've got guys who worship your muscles after a hard workout with oil, sometimes with just their tongues, licking every inch of your hyper-sexed form. Guys who suck you off between reps, because as you continue stroking, moaning and groaning louder and louder, absolutely no control and no inhibitions, you become so horny that you're only gonna be able to focus if your dick is in something or actively being drained. And afterwards, you'll get an hour or two of a less foggy brain before you're right back on the hunt for some ass. Or dick to fill you up, stretch you out.

Your biceps bloat. The muscles swell like tidal waves, the fat filling over the muscles makes your biceps ginormous, inflating like car tires. The surge of pleasure pops your shoulders out wider, sends surges of electric sex up and down your bigger body as pit hair grows unruly, dense and sweaty under your arms. Your forearms expand and stretch wider, and you can feel your biceps rub against your huge, sensitive pecs as you begin worshiping your body, fucking your one hand while the other toys with one of your nipples. Your body piles on more mass and strength, a combo of fat and muscle bloating you bigger and bigger. Fatter, meatier pecs popping your nipples like corks between your fingers. Abs becoming denser. Ass swelling and jiggling underneath you. Thighs become denser and thicker. Biceps blowing up, so strong you could split logs with your bare hands.

3.

A dense beard grows over your fattening lips. Perfect lips, kissable lips, dick sucking lips. Your tongue expands, perfect for eating ass or sucking dick, or French kissing someone to high heaven.

2.

Your hair recedes just a little bit. Your nose fattens up with flesh as your nostrils flare at the delicious scent of your musky pits. You lick your huge melon biceps with your bigger tongue as you continue pumping.

1.

Your ears expand. Sexy earrings adorn your freshly pierced lobes. Your eyes become dull and sexy, smoldering and always horny. Always looking for the next fuck.

Oh god you're so close. You're so close.

Cum.

Your brain turns to mush. The orgasm is so intense you let go of your cock and just let it fire. Throwing your arms back and just letting the waves upon waves of mind-blowing pleasure take you for a ride. Your cock paints your ceiling. Shoots all over your chest. You're moaning as if you're trying to bring the walls of your apartment complex down. You buck and thrust. It feels like you cum for eternity, and you'd be content to just sit there in this pleasure and feel your balls get emptied.

Then it's over.

You roll over and crawl for a bit. Cock and balls swinging between your legs. You're not used to this. This orgasm is a workout experience. You're headed to the bathroom because you have to see yourself. You manage to stand up by placing a meaty hand on your counter and hoisting yourself up. You stagger and stumble, your big feet and heavy body literally slamming into the ground. Sensitive skin rubbing against sensitive skin.

Then you see yourself.

You flex in the mirror. Give fuck me eyes. Fuck me face. Your cock starts to stir again. You could sit here for hours just flexing and feeling yourself up. Everything is so sensitive, each touch like mini prostate stabs.

I don't know if you'd be interested, but I'd love to have you here as a personal trainer. It's a little lonely here being the only one. And since you're horny again, the boys and I can definitely take care of that. Worship you. Let you feel big and mighty because you are big and mighty.

I think you'd be the perfect fit.

In more ways than one.