Any Other Muscle Growth Blogs You Can Recommend Me To? Your Stories Are Awesome By The Way, Upload More

Any other Muscle growth blogs you can recommend me to? Your stories are awesome by the way, upload more often ;)

I’ve been meaning to post of all the muscle growth Tumblrs that I’ve spotted. Lots of them have been sprouting up like crazy in the last few months. Some may not be active any more. I’m just dumping a lot of links in my follow list.

Also not all of them focus solely on muscle growth. There are lots of blogs out there that focus on body swap, body possession or a large range of male transformations.

Anyway, here I go (and not in any particular order):

@magusfan - Just started on Tumblr, but already an accomplished AP/MG writer. Check out his work at CYOC too: http://www.cyoc.net/interactives/user_1441.html

@amalianetwork and his @musclewriters blog too. He runs the weekly caption competitions that I sometimes enter. Also writes lots of hot captions himself.

@hughmichelsen Amazing writer. Terrific with the “reality change” genre. Also has a lot of muscle growth reality change ebooks to his name. Check him out in Amazon and other ebook retailers.

@absqrst Just one of the best MG caption writers out there. Unbelievably hot captions.

@lixpex Another of Tumblr’s must-go-to blogs. Ridiculously prolific poster. I have no idea how he keeps up the schedule.

@jhfic2 Hasn’t written any captions in a while but is a great MG caption writer. Also has a hot muscle photo blog at @jhfic1

@cfmusclelabs Another of the muscle growth caption greats.

@vorecaptions A very specific sub-genre here. Muscle and masculinity theft captions that feature men absorbing victims through massive cocks..

@thegreatstoryteller Loves to gather captions from all over Tumblr.

@bodyswappalace Body Swap Captions. (A genre that I’m really neglected in my own blog).

@stories1115 Just started up. Looks interesting.

@cannibal-chow Male transformation captions. Still quite new, but very good so far.

@theradicalscrivener Hot male transformation stories.

@bigdimbros Jock captions

@meatmasher Posts a lot of hot muscle pics and a few erotic captions

@smitch1981 and @2xskin - Tumblr reposts of the Male Transformation Blog

@coyote-r A really hot muscle growth caption writer who is just starting out.

@hearmenowu2 Muscle growth art

@faggot4muscle Another new muscle growth caption writer. Also really hot.

@jaxman52077 Captions mainly focused on dominant alpha males. Occasionally, he’ll post a muscle growth caption. Very hot.

@control567 M/M bodyswap stories

@tf-servant Male transformation captions

@muscletale Mainly posts really hot muscle pics, but writes the occasional MG caption and story. Amazing writer.

@m2mpst Male Possession and Swap captions.

@malemodification Again, mainly possession and swap captions

@roidedbro Ridiculously hot captions describing using steroids to get massive. Seriously hot writing.

@itsflyinglikeadragon Lots of captions about several sexual kinks. Including some muscle growth. Lots of transformation captions.

@musclelover4826 Likes to repost muscle captions from all over Tumblr.

@captaingrowth Another collection of Tumblr muscle growth captions.

@broodingmuscle Do you like quick captions of younger brothers completely dominating their “big” brothers? Then you’ll love this blog.

@bigbadblackooze Got a Venom symbiote fetish? Then go here.

@the-golden-opportunity Erick S’s hot body swap/body possession caps.

@fantasyvessels Mainly body swaps and possessions.

@malebodyswitch Like the title says, mainly body swaps.

@tzeiner7 Seems to be abandoned. Posted three hot muscle growth captions before he stopped.

@theoldfamiliar Body Swap captions (again!) :)

@bodyswapper Guess what this blog is all about?!

@bodriversblog A variety of transformation stories, including Muscle Growth.

@harvzilla and his other blog @orangehares Various male transformation stories and a lot of reblogs from other transformation blogs.

@playernumber37 A great collection of jock transformation captions.

@bodybuildersbeforeandafter Not a muscle growth caption blog, but what fan of muscle growth does not wank off to before/after pictures of bodybuilders?

@malebodyswaps Another collection of body swap captions.

@thebodyswapclique More body-swapping shenanigans!

@malechanges Sadly, hasn’t been updated in a long time.

@musclecomics Had a promising start but was quickly abandoned.

The Whole Truth...

(A sequel to “The Truth Serum (Ask).” Sorry this took so long! The story ended up getting bigger and bigger, but I didn’t want to make you guys wait any longer. This is Part 1 of the sequel, and Part 2 will be released next week. Hope you enjoy!)

This is John and Mark. John and Mark have been best buds since they were sophomores in high school. Inseparable, some might say. They’ve grown even closer in recent years. So close, in fact, that Mark seldom leaves John’s side… or sides.

Confused? I would be to. There’s only one man in that picture after all. You see, John turned his friend Mark into a pair of briefs a while back. Turns out that the boys had gotten ahold of a rare bottle of truth serum—the kind that makes everything you say become the truth—and someone got a little too creative.

John promised it wouldn’t be permanent. He promised he would only keep Mark in this humiliating state for a few days. But a few days turned into a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a few months. And now, one year after drinking his first drops of truth serum, Mark isn’t any closer to being human again. After all, he is John’s favorite pair of briefs.

But Mark hasn’t forgotten. Each day he waits, patiently cradling John’s massive package. He waits for an opportunity that he’s not sure will ever come, the opportunity to get revenge.

Fortunately for Mark, that opportunity is about to arrive. The Changing Room still has big plans for these two. All we need is just a few drops of truth, and a few simple words…

Blake already knew the rules. He’d read extensively about the “truth serum” online. He’d heard about the hot games people had played, the hot fantasies that had become reality, he’d read about the hot accidents that became irreversible once the effects wore off.

But Blake wasn’t here to play any games. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly how much of the serum to take, the exact words to say, and the exact order to say them in. He couldn’t screw up; this plan was foolproof.

And yet, as he stared down at the emerald green liquid, fear gripped at the corners of his mind. What if he wasn’t ready? What if he did screw up? What would that mean for him?

“BLAKE!” He jumped. The voice came from a few inches below him. Great, he thought. It was Stan.

“Man, the gym is pretty crowded today, huh?” Stan said, motioning to the other guys in the locker room. He was right, the little dork. The gym was bustling with post-thanksgiving stragglers, looking to drop those couple of pounds they gained over the week. Only these guys didn’t have “a couple of pounds.” Most of them were fat, old, objectively unattractive (at least to Blake). By and large, the gym wasn’t populated by the most attractive guys. Blake lived on the outskirts of town, and there was a retirement home just a block away from the gym. Blake didn’t consider himself very attractive—average by most standards—and yet he looked like a bodybuilder next to most of these guys.

Stan was a prime example. Stan had been Blake’s lab partner freshman year of high school. They ran into each other at the gym a couple months ago, and Stan had been following him around ever since. It was obvious how attracted to Blake he was, but Stan was not his kind of guy—at all. He was short, pasty, and had a nasally, high picked voice that rang around the locker room like a high pitched bell.

“Blake, did you hear me?”

“What—yes. Sorry, I…” his mind was elsewhere. Blake was thinking about what was waiting for him outside that locker room. He was thinking about what he was going to say to transform him. What were the words again? “It must be thanksgiving, you know.”

“RIGHT!” Stan said with an obnoxious laugh, “it’s that pumpkin pie. I’m telling you. My grandmother makes the greatest pumpkin pie…” as Stan continued to rant about his “epic” thanksgiving dinner, Blake saw a flash of skin from the corner of his eye.

It was him. Alex. God, he looked incredible. Even by the rather lax standards of their gym, Alex was one of the hottest guys on the planet. How he had even ended up training at a dump like theirs was a mystery to Blake, but he didn’t care. He got to be blessed with the glorious sight of Alex’s perfectly toned muscles, his soft cream skin and warm welcoming eyes every Tuesday and Thursday. After all, he was Blake’s personal trainer.

“Blake!” Alex spotted the two from across the room and sauntered over, beaming. “How’s it going bro? How was thanksgiving?”

Blake froze. The words caught in his mouth. The bottle of truth serum gripped tight in his fist. “Good!” was all he was able to get out.

Alex turned to Stan. “And you name was…?”

“STAN!” he said, a little too loud. If he had a crush on Blake, he was absolutely in love with Alex. He grabbed the jock’s hand and shook it. “We’ve met a couple of times. You just probably don’t remember. It’s okay. I forget things too. It’s fine.”

“Right,” Alex said. He turned back to Blake. “See you out there? Ten min? It’s arm day today! Gotta get those biceps nice and big.” He patted Blake’s sad excuse for an arm, and Blake had to hide his blushing face.

“Arm day, yeah. See you out there!”

Alex was gone as soon as he came. Stan made an exaggerated sigh. “Why are all the hot ones straight, know what I mean? Like if only he was gay…”

If only. Blake gave a little laugh. He laughed, not because of how improbable that was, but because by the end of their session, Alex was going to be very gay. More than that, Alex was going to be his boyfriend. It was the truth he had concocted in his mind when he had purchased the serum online. All he needed was a couple of drops and the confidence to say the words out lout. But if there’s anything Blake was sorely lacking, it was arm muscles and confidence.

“Hey, what’s that bottle you got there?” Stan pointed to the serum, “is that a supplement? You know my grandma said those can make your balls fall off.”

Blake pulled it back. “No, it’s… um…” and then an idea started to form. A small, sinister, brilliant idea. “Actually,” Blake said, “it is a supplement. But a very special one. Want me to show you how it works?”

Stan nodded vigorously while Blake looked around for an empty changing stall. There were too many guys around to do this in public, and Blake only had ten minutes.

There’s a lot I can do in ten minutes, he thought to himself, and the two disappeared into the showers.

“Can I get you anything, sir?” The clerk looked up at the large, muscular man as he walked into the store. He was looking around at all the supplements, the vitamins, the protein shakes. But John wasn’t reading any of the labels…

“Yeah,” John said with a charming smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few drops of the… um… ‘special’ shake.”

A flash of confusion across the clerk’s face. Then, recognition. “Right away,” he said, and disappeared into the back. The second he was gone, John stuck a thumb into his sweat pants and pulled them open.

Mark was writhing and squeezing on his junk. John winced. He was starting to get more violent, and if he didn’t put him to rest soon, there would be another grown man standing in the middle of the shop with them.

By the time the clerk returned, John had shrunk a half foot, and his muscle tone was going down. Fast. “Thanks,” John said, grabbing the tiny green shot from the clerk’s hands and throwing it down his throat. He rushed out of the shop, where no one could hear him, and said out loud to himself:

“I am a jacked up muscle god, and Mark is my favorite pair of underwear.”

He felt himself grow taller, the lost muscle mass returning in a matter of seconds. And Mark stopped writhing. He was back to being just another pair of cozy briefs.

John sighed. He had to find out about the hard way: the truth serum’s effects eventually did ware off. It started about a month ago, when he started loosing muscle, and Mark’s reflexes started to return. He had an arrangement with the store owner: just two drops of the truth serum a month. Enough to keep his body hard and Mark at bay.

But this was the second time he had gone this week. Though he puffed out his chest and put a smile on his face, deep down John feared that the effects might ware off altogether, and nothing would be able to stop Mark from being human again, and enacting his revenge…

“What are we doing in here?” Stan asked as Blake closed the shower curtain.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. Stan looked taken aback. Then, he blushed.

“Aren’t you afraid someone will see us?” he said as he peeled his shirt off. Blake winced at the sight of his lumpy, pimply chest. He wouldn’t have to look at it for much longer. “Aren’t you going to get naked too?” Stan asked.

But Blake was already unscrewing the cap to the bottle. He knew he needed to save some for Alex’s transformation. All he needed now were a couple drops. He savored their sweet taste as they slivered down his throat.

“Um… Blake?”

Blake grinned. He could almost feel the power pulsing through his veins, the words like fire as they came off of his tongue.

“I really love your chest, Stan,” Blake said.

Stan blushed. “Y—you do?”

“Oh yeah, all that hair, all that muscle. You’re a real daddy, you know that?”

Flattered, but confused, Stan opened his mouth to speak, and that’s when he started to feel it. A soft rumbling under his skin. The prickling of hairs poking out from his pores.

“What’s… what’s… is that my voice?” It was rich, deep. It echoed off the walls of the shower and made Blake’s dick jump in his gym shorts. He stood back to accommodate for Stan, who’s size was increasing by the second.

It was his muscles, mostly. In just under a minute, the young man’s muscles had swelled to bodybuilder proportions. The veins bulged under his skin as hair continued to grow in fields across his chest, over his arms, and down his legs. Blake had to resist the temptation to reach out and rub his thick carpet, to smell his hairy pits, growing ever thick with hair and musk.

“Grrrrrrr…” Stan growled. He brought both colossal arms up over his head and flared out his pecs. As he did, a fresh crop of hair covered them, all grey.

Blake looked to to Stan’s face. Sure enough, he was aging rapidly. The young man who had just turned 22 several months ago was now encroaching on 45. Stan closed his eyes and gave another hearty growl as a silver daddy beard burst through his chiseled chin.

“Fuuuuck this feels good,” he said, bringing one hand down to grip his package. The second his hand touched the silky sheen of his underwear, Blake saw the bulge inflate and swell. So much, that he was beginning to see the head of his mature, beer can cock pressed against the soaking fabric. “Fuck, I need to release,” Stan continued, “get down on your fucking knees, boy.”

But Blake was still admiring his creation. Only now, Stan’s transformation had far surpassed the limits of his simple statement: he was looking closer to 55 than 45, many of his hairs turning grey. His skin grew rougher and looser around his muscles, and the veins were no longer visible under the pounds of access fat and flab that he was putting on. He was still muscular, very much so, but he was more sugar daddy than pro-bodybuilder.

Blake shook his head. “I… Sorry… I’ve got…” But Stan was advancing on him, stepping forward with a seductive glint in his eye. Apparently all of his attraction for Blake was still there, and only heightened by the increased testosterone.

“Boy, I said get down,” Stan continued with a stern, fatherly gaze. For Blake, it was insanely hot, and he was just about to drop down and unveil that beast of a dick when he remembered Alex, waiting out on the gym floor. His perfect muscles, his dreamy eyes.

No. He couldn’t get distracted. Not now.

In one swift movement, he slipped past the muscle bear and out the shower door. He didn’t even look back. He booked it out of the locker room and into the gym.

Alex knew he had to be stretching. He knew he had to be getting ready for his training session. He knew he should be doing anything but staring at the guy who just walked into the gym.

And yet he was. Not in a sexual way. Alex was straight as a nail, of course. But there was something about this man, how he just sauntered in and commanded everyone’s undivided attention. Perhaps Alex was just used to being top dog at the gym; we was objectively the hottest guy, and he wasn’t naive about that fact. But when John walked in, with his jacked up muscles and cocky swagger, he put Alex to shame.

Alex was so focused on John lifting on the other side of the room, that he didn’t even notice Blake talking right next to him.

“Alex… Alex?”

“What? Sorry I… sorry. Just thinking.” Alex shook off the image of John and turned to his client. “Now, you ready to get those arms nice and big?”

“Actually,” Blake cleared his throat, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yeah sure, what up?”

Blake took a deep breath. He was so focused on the image of Alex as his boyfriend, so distracted by the image of Stan transforming in the shower stall, that he didn’t even notice until right then:

The bottle was missing.

He bent down frantically, scanning every conceivable inch of gym mat to see if he dropped it. “Hey Blake?” Alex asked, “bro, is everything okay?”

“Fine I just… sorry… have you seen a little green bottle lying around anywhere?”

Alex cocked his head. “Sorry man. I haven’t. Hey, what was it you were going to tell me?”

Blake looked up. Perhaps there was a chance the serum was still in him. That he could still say anything and have it be the truth…

“I was going to say, how does it feel to be my boyfriend?”

Alex’s stare grew glazed, his mind running wild behind his wandering eyes. And then… he laughed.

“You’re a funny dude,” Alex said, shaking his head. But then he stoped. Blake could see that his eyes were fixed on something—or someone—all the way across the room, over by the lockers. “Who on earth is that?” Alex said. Blake knew instantly: it was Stan.

Everyone gawked as this giant muscle bear, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of briefs, sauntered out onto the floor, grinning from ear to ear like he was hiding some big secret. Blake could smell the musk coming off of him yards away, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was a huge turn on.

“Morning boys,” Stan said as he approached the two.

Alex searched for recognition in the man’s eyes. Blake thought he saw the slightest hint of genuine attraction. “Do—do I know you from somewhere?” he asked.

“Why of course you do,” Stan said with a sly wink to Blake, “we’ve been going out for almost two years now.”

Blake’s jaw dropped. It was him. Stan must have taken the potion when he dropped it on his way out of the shower. Only he couldn’t, there was no way…

But when Blake turned back to Alex, he knew the change had already begun. It was the slight glint in his eye, the way he caressed Stan’s muscular body with his gaze. But most of all, it was the obvious boner Alex was popping in his shorts.

He was gay as hell now. And gay for Stan, out of all people.

The horny trainer jumped up and embraced his new lover, furiously making out as his hands ran all over the man’s furry muscles. “Whoa,” Stan said with a laugh, “slow down there tiger. Let’s wait ‘till we get back to the house.”

“But I don’t wanna wait,” Alex whined, stroking his daddy bear’s beard. “C’mon, let’s give them a show they’ll never forget.”

Blake was seething as he watched Stan slip a finger down Alex’s shorts and tickle his puckering hole. “Well, I’ve always wanted to do something public…”

“Wait, no. STOP.” They both stared at Blake, who marched up towards them. “Give me back that bottle,” he demanded, “that serum is MINE.”

“What serum?” Alex said, toying with Stan’s nipple as the burly man gave a hearty laugh.

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he said with a scoff, “he’s just a dumb horny twink. Isn’t that right Blake?”

Blake shook his head. No. This couldn’t be happening. But he was already stating to feel himself shrink down. His skin grew softer as he lost about two years, and his voice grew high pitched as he pleaded: “Stop… no… please…”

“Oh yeah,” Stan said with a sick grin, “you’re a stupid daddy chaser with a giant ass and an insatiable need to get fucked. But I ain’t gonna fuck you. Alex, would you fuck him?”

Alex cocked his head, “eh, he’s a little skinny for me. LOVE that ass though.”

Ass? Blake thought. And then he felt himself swat, instinctively, letting his bulbous butt explode out of his gym shorts and jiggle up and down as a tingling feeling overtook his now tiny body.

“No… stop… fuuuuuuuuuck.” People from all over the gym were beginning to stare. Blake needed to get out of there. Fast. He ducked his eyes down and rushed back into the locker room. As he ran, his butt grew even larger, forcing him to waddle rather than walk.

The second he had a shower to himself, he slammed the door and shoved two fingers up his ass. “OH,” he moaned, violently pawing at his throbbing boy pussy as the need to be fucked grew like a primal urge inside of him. It was like being stranded in a desert without water, and his two, skinny twink fingers just weren’t cutting it.

Blake rubbed his ass up against the tile wall. Fuck, he thought, this is humiliating. Here he was, a stupid horny twink, resorting to twerking up against a shower wall because no one would fuck him. And oh how he needed to be fucked. And not just by any dick. Stan was very specific with his wording; Blake wouldn’t be satisfied until he had a massive bodybuilder dick shoved up his pulsing asshole. And where on earth was he going to find one of those?

“Need some help?” came a voice from Blake’s right. He turned to see one of the single most gorgeous guys he had ever laid eyes on standing right there, rubbing his cock through his blue briefs.

“My name is John,” the man said, “looks like you might need some help with that.” Blake wanted to say no. He wanted to find that bottle of truth serum and wreak havoc on Stan and his new boyfriend.

But he also needed to be fucked. And he was the most gorgeous specimen on the planet offering to pound him silly. How could he refuse?

Blake turned around and bent his back, sticking his bubble but straight in the air and flashing his hole. “Fuck me daddy,” escaped his lips, and he didn’t even have time to process those words before John took off his briefs, threw them aside, and reared up behind his victim.

He was already hard as a rock. Seeing Blake transform into a hungry bottom slut was one of the hotter things he’d ever seen. Now, he was ready to give that ass the pounding it deserved.

“FUUUUUCK!” Blake screamed as John’s 9 inch cock slid into his ass. There was a moment of brief pain before Blake felt his muscles relax, his sphincter clutching the veiny dick as it slid in and out, in and out, each time with more ferocity than before.

“Yeah, you like that boy?” John said, giving the jiggling piece of meat a hearty slap. Blake let out another moan. At this point, he was practically grinding down on the John’s cock. Both of them were so enamored, they didn’t even notice the fact that John was getting thinner, his hair getting darker and shaggier, or that his underwear had vanished from outside…

Blake closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Cum was spewing from his dick, but the orgasm wasn’t even close to being over. If anything being fucked put him in a place of perpetual orgasm, wherein the pleasure was so intense, that the world around him vanished into a whirlwind of color and sound. Nothing mattered but the dick slamming into his ass, and there was no way for him to notice that the guy who was fucking him was no longer a jocked up meat head, but an average college guy named…

“Hello John,” Mark said from the doorway. John spun around to see his friend, human once again, and twirling a small green bottle in-between his fingers. The spell had worn off. It was official.

Panicked, John made to move when Mark said, “oh no, you won’t stop fucking him. You’re going to keep going until I say ‘stop.’” Sure enough, John continued to pound the hungry twink’s ass, despite him being oblivious to the entire situation.

His voice was shaking as he pleaded with his former friend. “Mark, please, just let me go. I’m sorry, you won’t ever have to see me again.”

“Oh I’ll be seeing you for a long time,” Mark said with a sly smile, “why would I give you up? After all, you are my favorite dildo.”

John could feel it coming, the sinking feeling that not only had he failed and would spend the rest of his life paying for it, but that his entire body was collapsing into itself. He felt his insides compress and turn to hard silicone. He felt his hands and feet disappear into his shrinking rubber body. He tried to let out one more scream before his face was swept up into the twink’s steaming hot hole, where it would fulfill itself as the penis head to Mark’s favorite sex toy.

The very last thing he saw was Mark’s proud face, and then everything went black. Just as it did, he felt a rush of pleasure overcome him, an orgasm unlike anything a human body could experience. He screamed internally with extreme pleasure as the walls of Blake’s ass enveloped him, and within seconds, John’s body was frozen solid. Nothing but hard rubber slathered with sweat and cum.

“FUUUUUCK!” Blake let out one final shout as the last bit of cum erupted from his dick and coated the shower floor. He pulled the dildo out of his ass and looked at it, confused. That’s when he noticed Mark standing there in the shower door, smirking.

“It’s a shame,” Blake said, “I thought he was really cute.”

“Yeah,” Mark said, “but he’s always been kind of a dick.” He winked, taking the dildo from Blake’s hands and replacing it with the green bottle. “I think this belongs to you.”

Blake looked down at the truth serum. Mercifully, Mark had only taken a few drops, and though Stan had drunken two thirds of the bottle, there was enough to do a number on him—and possibly get Alex back.

“Wait,” Blake said, “where are you going?” Mark was already halfway to the exit.

He turned back. “I’ve been gone for almost a year now. I have to let everyone know I’m okay.”

“Sure… but…” Blake held up the bottle with a grin. “Don’t you wanna have some fun first? There’s enough in here for two.”

Slowly, Mark began to walk forward. “What did you have in mind.”

“The same thing as you,” Blake smiled. “Revenge.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

For the amazing @amalianetwork, on the special occasion of his twenty second birthday. :)

“My god, haha! Look at me, bro!” Your friend spoke with an unfamiliar lush and velvety voice. Demarcus stood laughing uncontrollably at his abrupt transformation. The mystic boardshorts glowed a bright flourescent green, as he flexed his new ebony muscles. A stirring in your pants brought you back to earth. You walked up to him, flabbergasted, and felt the muscles under his beautiful black skin: strong and shiny as diamonds. “I told you it’d work!” He grasped you in a bear hug, his newfound height aided him significantly in raising you a foot off the ground.

“You mean, your aunt wasn’t joking? She really is a voodoo queen?” Demarcus dropped you onto the ground, your bum landing hard on the old wooden floors. An eyebrow raised, he crosses his arms, waiting for you to finally concede. “Alright. Fine. You were right, I was wrong. Now gimme the damn briefs!” He smiled that joyful grin, and spun around, rummaging through his backpack. You plopped backwards onto the bed, head spinning. Moments ago, Demarcus was the shortest and lankiest guy in the gym. It seemed fitting that you two were drawn together. From your perch on the elliptical machines, you two longingly gazed at the penultimate goal: bulging biceps, thick calves, abs pulsating through the tight under armour shirts. So, when Demarcus dropped the fact that his aunt claimed she was a voodoo queen, and she was in town, you two had made a bet. Either she was legitimate, or she was not.

“Here ya go, brutha. Try them on for size.” Tossing you the damp compression shorts, he lounged against his old wooden desk, now dwarfed by his incredible stature. You didn’t believe in such ridiculous hooplah. But, here was the proof! Standing before you! Demarcus looked as if he was inflated with a bike pump, muscles bulging from every ounce of his being. It seemed second nature to swipe the clothes from the fittest guy in the locker room, albeit a bit creepy, but to sprinkle the strange grey dust on it? And then to sport the oversized and filthy workout gear? Absolutely ridiculous.

Yet, as you held the moist and fragrant undergarment in your hand, an uncontrollable thirst overtook you. The curiosity of your end destination. The lust for a perfect body. The overall alluring nature of the situation… It was too much. You had to at least try.

You tossed off your pants and boxers, and slipped on the sweat-moist compression shorts. A patch of particular wetness at your balls made you shiver. Being so close to another man, his sweat literally on you. You took a deep breath. Demarcus watched impatiently for you to inflate with muscle as he did minutes before, but was instantly disappointed. Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. You sat there, holding the XL compression shorts around your waist, looking like a complete dumbass. Just when you were about to slip them off, you felt a rumbling in your stomach. Demarcus grinned that shiteating grin as a bubbling sound emitted from your stomach. As if being stretched like taffy, your torso grew and stretched, while your legs followed suit. In seconds, you had grown to a substantial 6′6: just a touch above Demarcus.

The grumbling sound, sounding similar to gas flowing through your bowels, only grew louder, as you felt tightness and pinpricks all across your body.

“It’s working! It’s working dude!” Demarcus’ shorts tented as you began to inflate. Slowly at first, but steadily growing in vivacity and pace. It felt as if every muscle in your entire body was spasming simultaneously, locking your body in place. Sweat poured from your expanding skin, as if to lube itself to stretch even further. Until this moment, Demarcus had expected this outcome; however, he would soon witness something he did not expect. Your skin began to darken and tan, hair curling quick as lightning into tight, skintight curls. Stubble burst from your chin and upper lip, all the way down to your pronounced adams apple. A tattoo sprawled out across your upper arm of Jesus, and across your back spelled the words “unlimited.”

You opened your dark brown eyes, now at eye level with Demarcus. His expression was momentarily indescribable, eventually settling on excitement. You felt heavier, as if you had fifty pound weights tied to your ankles and wrists. Your knees buckled, and you collapsed under your own weight into his arms. 

“Fuck, bruh. It’ll take a minute to get used to the weight.” Within seconds, you rose again, feeling empowered and lithe. The sensation of twelve red bulls wouldn’t come close to the energy you experienced. Demarcus opened the door to his closet, exposing the full length mirror within. You were shell shocked at what you saw.

A beautiful man stood before you, unrecognizable. He stood an adonis, his musculature and build unsurpassed by any magazine model. From your impossibly handsome face to your gigantic musky feet, you were a perfect specimen of masculinity.

“Lookin’ good, bruh. Gonna need a new name. Guess I poured a lil’ too much of that dust on your shorts bruh, you don’t even look at all like you used to. A completely different person!” With a confident stride toward the mirror, and strong pose, you uttered your new first words:

“Im Jamal, Demarcus. Your new roommate. And we’re late for training.”

One sip, and his pecs jutted out from his chest a little bit more. A second sip, his biceps ballooned out, pushing up and stretching out his shirt sleeves. Third sip, he flipped his hat around without even realizing it. It was on the fourth sip that he got that dumb look on his face. Fifth sip, and he was all mine.

“Flex for me, bro,” I told him.

He put his big arms above his head and put a cocky look on his face.

“Yeah, bro,” I complimented him, “Nice arms.”

He let out a dumb chuckle and continued flexing for himself. He was completely oblivious of his instant muscle growth. All he knew was that he was fuckin’ big now, and he wanted to show it off.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Damn, his voice had gotten so deep and dumb-sounding.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, though,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle that he had continued sipping from. With each sip he took, he was becoming more and more simple-minded. If he kept it up at this pace, I doubted he’d even be able to string a sentence together by the end of the night. 

“This shit is fuckin’ lit, bro,” he slurred, “What the fuck is in this shit?”

“Just a special little serum I invented to help turn you into a dumb, muscular frat bro,” I smiled.

“Huh?” What I had just told him had clearly gone over his head. “Whatever, bro. That sounds like some fuckin’ stupid science shit or somethin’.”

The new app ‘AdvEYEsor’ was suddenly very popular among teens. All you had to do was submit a photo and a problem and the team would solve it for you. Truthfully, most kids were using it to show off and hook up and Brad was no different. 

“Help! I have trouble getting laid” He typed and send a photo right after a huge pump at the gym, sure it would get all the girls panties wet. 

The photo seemed to take forever to process and when it was done all these lights flashed on his phone. As he blinked and felt a bit woozy he got a text message from the app. 

15 people nearby want 2 fuck u but were intimidated by ur muscle. Now U should have NO problem :P - AdvEYEsor

Brad looked down and felt a cold sensation cross his body as he noticed his muscles were gone and in their place was a twinky, gay body.

He struggled to text the app again but before he could a couple of his former competitors walked into the change room naked and decided to have a little fun with the fresh meat.