Hey Bro, I Know Me And The Boys Never Talk To Y'all At KOK, But This Is An Issue That Affects All Of

Hey bro, I know me and the boys never talk to y'all at KOK, but this is an issue that affects all of Greek life. Did you hear the administration saying frats aren't diverse enough? It's not our fault all the best rushes are white. Now they're threatening us if we don't become more inclusive! How's KOK planning to fight this?

Hey BRO, thanks for reaching out. I did hear about the administrations mandate, infact I actually SUGGESTED it. I'm not gonna fight this, hell fucking no, the only way Greek life truly thrives is if everyone can get a slice of the pie...or well cake in this very specific interests.

What am I saying, what do I mean? Don't tell me you don't already feel your ass heating up. Don't tell me you can't feel that warmth lift you INCHES off of your seat, your thighs getting bigger to support the weight of your new gigantic bubble butt. You and the BROS never skip leg day after all. And I think with your skin darkening and that less than welcoming mindset disappearing your gonna be welcoming ALL types of BROS over. You don't gain any height or new muscles not really, I think the only things I'll help change is give you a better more nature hairstyle with some fresh waves, and make sure you have a face no one can say no to

Enjoy the new ass and perspective. I didn't change much else, because I want you aware enough of who you used to be, so you'll never become it again.

can we please see what the multiverse holds for this stud? I'd especially love to see his Sikh variant.

Sorry for the wait, searching the entire multiverse for very specific realities is time and energy consuming! That being said, I'm sure you'll find these next few glimpses of the multiverse quite interesting.

Our first stop, Sikhism:

In this world where everyone shares an Indian heritage, our subject has embraced his roots and become a mighty Sikh bodybuilder. He stands tall at 6'2" with a chiseled physique that's the envy of every gym rat in Punjab. He wears his dark hair in the traditional Sikh style - a neatly tied dastar that adds to his regal bearing as he showcases his chiseled physique.

His muscular form flexes and ripens under the gaze of adoring fans, each corded vein and defined muscle speaking to his tireless dedication to fitness and self-discipline. As he moves, the fabric of his clothing strains against his broad chest and powerful thighs, hinting at the incredible strength that lies beneath - a strength both physical and spiritual. This is a man who worships the gods of fitness through sweat, discipline, and devotion - a true embodiment of the Sikh ideal of strength and courage.

Next, a somewhat normal reality:

In this alternate reality, he's instead an adorable, slender French twink. His messy hair frames a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and large, expressive brown eyes that sparkle with mischief. As a wealthy french man, he spends his days lounging on his chic Parisien appartment and inviting people over.

Clad in tight, low-rise jeans that hug his lean hips and a button-up shirt, our French cutie exudes a carefree, flirtatious energy. His pink lips are often curled into a sly grin, and his playful demeanor is infectious, drawing you in with promises of laughter, adventure, and passion.

Last but certainly not least, let's venture to a tropical paradise where every country on Earth is a lush, sun-kissed island:

Here, he's transformed into a bronzed Samoan hunk. His dark, gleaming skin is a testament to his heritage, while his muscular build speaks to a life spent in the open air, basking under the tropical sun. His hair is worn long and loose, framing his chiseled face like a golden crown. A few days' worth of stubble adds a rugged edge to his smooth, olive-toned skin. The salty tang of sea air mingles with the musk of raw masculinity, an intoxicating combination that can't help but stir primal urges among visitors.

His broad shoulders and muscular physique are the result of endless days spent working at the beach bar where he serves exotic cocktails to sun-worshippers from around the world. As he wipes down the polished wood with a white towel, beads of sweat glisten on his bronzed skin, drawing the eye inexorably downward to the tantalizing bulge straining against his board shorts. Whether mixing cocktails or soaking up rays between shifts, this Samoan hunk is the epitome of island charm and carefree living.

These three tantalizing alternatives offer a glimpse into the infinite possibilities that await in the multiverse. Who knows what other versions of our stud might be out there, just waiting to be discovered? The universe is vast, and so are the desires it holds...

Exploring the Tribes

“Dude! Way too much info.” Jeff made a face of disgust and took another swig of his beer, “I’m all for “love is love”, but I don’t wanna hear about your uhhh...”

“Look dude, it’s about time I get to brag. I’ve nearly fucked all the tribes on Grindr. On this vacation alone, bro.” Connor replied, “You and the rest of the guys get to brag about all the pussy you get, why can’t I...?”

“Damn I don’t know man. It’s just...” Jeff adjusted his cap and chugged the rest of his beer, “We’re on vacation with the rest of the bros. Of course we’re gonna talk about our scores.” Jeff smirked- with a body like his, he was scoring well, “I don’t doubt you’re getting plenty of dick. I just don’t want to hear about it.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t want to hear about that time you banged my sister, but here we are.”

Jeff smirked as he recounted the memory, “She has a great rack...” Connor punched his arm, “Fair I deserved that.”

“And I’m a top. I don’t take dick.”

“Whatever dude, can’t you just enjoy the beer?” Jeff sighed, “Besides, what the fuck is a tribe anyway?”

Connor chuckled, “Shit, I forget we make it complicated. It’s a way to describe gay guys. Well, at least their looks.” Jeff nodded, his mind drifting elsewhere, “Like, a bear is a hairy heavyset guy. A twink is usually more feminine and hairless. Like you.”

“Fuck off dude. Girls like it when my muscles are clean shaven.” Jeff shot back.

“Joking, you’re too muscular to be a twink.” Connor replied, “But dude, stay on topic. I’m so close to having fucked a guy in each tribe on this trip. Like just a few more. But I’ve had a really hard time finding an otter.”

Jeff chuckled, “That some kinda weird animal shit?”

“No, otters are like bears, but a lot skinnier.” Connor replied.

“And you want to hook up with one of these guys?” Jeff raised an eyebrow, “Skinny and hairy. What kinda guy would want that?” He flexed one of his biceps and grinned.  

“Well yeah, gotta complete the quest.” Connor shrugged, “But I haven’t come across one since we’ve been here.”

“Oh yeah?” Jeff chuckled, “I have a deal for you. If I find you an otter, you gotta stop talking to me about this shit for the rest of the trip.”

Connor laughed, “Yeah, okay bro.”

“No seriously. I’m a great wingman! Remember Chet and that sorority girl with the slutty tattoo? That was all me, bro.”

“Alright dude. I’ll play.” Connor chuckled, “And how are you going to find this otter?”

Jeff shrugged, “Hairy and slim. Fuck dude, I’ll find ‘em in no time.”

Connor smirked and slapped his friend on the back, “Well I appreciate it, dude. But I think I’ve already found one.”

“No fucking way man, where?” Jeff asked, looking around the bar.

“You can’t miss him. He’s pretty slim.”

Jeff continued to look around, barely noticing as his muscles started to deflate. It started in his legs- his well sculpted calves becoming thin and petite. He inadvertently put a hand on his abs as he felt his muscle twist and contract, just before they deflated, leaving his toned abdomen flat. Connor smirked as he watched Jeff’s pecs follow suit- the muscle behind them atrophying at an alarming rate.  

“I’ll miss those.” Connor chuckled.

“What was the dude?”

“Nothing man.” Connor watched as Jeff seemed to shorten as his back muscles shrunk into nothingness, “You haven’t noticed him yet?” He watched as Jeff’s muscular arms thinned out- years of training at the gym gone within just a few minutes.

“No I haven’t.” Jeff chuckled, “You sure you’re not seeing things, bro?”

“No, he’ right there.” Connor insisted.

Jeff’s eyes narrowed and he stood up to try and get a better view. But he wasn’t used to his new frame and nearly fell over as he tried to balance himself, “Fuck dude, I need to lay off the drinks.” Jeff looked at his skinnier arms, staring at them closely. Connor sipped his drink, watching Jeff trying to make sense of it, “Shit... dude... I...I look small?”

“No way, I think you look perfect the way you are.” Connor said, guiding Jeff back to his chair. Jeff blushed at his friend’s touch.

“Sh-shit dude.” Jeff shook his head, “I uh...” Something was wrong. He knew he wasn’t this skinny. As he looked closer at himself, he felt he was missing something. His pecs, his arms, his abs, “Fuck Connor, dude something is...”

“Dude stop distracting me! I’m trying to find that otter I was telling you about.” Connor smirked, “He has to be one of the hairiest guys I’ve seen.”

Jeff felt nauseous. With a grunt, he felt his skin come alive. It burned, only to be replaced by an itchiness that seemed to originate from each follicle of his clean-shaven skin. Relief came suddenly, but was short-lived. He watched with terrified eyes as hair emerged from the top of his bathing suit and traveled up his abdomen. The dark brown hair sprouting from his skin was curly and thick, moreso than anything he ever grew naturally. And as it climbed up his abdomen, thickening rapidly, it finally reached his pecs where it spread like wildfire.

“Ahhhhh.” Jeff moaned as he felt the hair climb around his ass and move up his back. Simultaneously, Jeff raised his hand to feel the thick beard forming along his face, “Connor, what the fuck?” He breathed out, sweat washing over his body and dampening his new fur. Connor grinned, yanking a clump of Jeff’s new arm hair.

“Dude, what’s the matter? You’re distracting me.” Connor complained, “Damn, if only you could see this otter now.” Jeff tensed as Connor rubbed a hand through his hairy chest, “What did you say about guys who wear earrings?” Jeff winced in pain as his ears were stretched and two gauges embedded into his ear lobes, “Oh and remember that sorority girl? What did you say about her tattoos again?” Jeff winced again as tattoos carved themselves into his arms and legs, “And shit, what kinda guy would wear a speedo like that?” Jeff looked down at the yellow speedo that now barely covered his junk and hairy ass, “Oh right- according to you, those things would make someone gay and slutty, right?” Jeff’s eyes widened, “So I guess this otter I’m seeing must be a massive gay slut.”

“Wait! Connor! Please...” Jeff’s mouth went slack and his eyes widened as his brain was rewritten. His love for tits quickly vanished- replaced by a love for a man’s touch and dick, “Please... I...” Jeff winced as he remembered the best way to suck a man’s cock. A strategy that always got his hookup to cum, “I’m not...” His gym routine vanished from his brain. Cardio and squats. All to help keep his ass as fuckable as possible, “Connor...” Jeff felt himself fall forward, and for brief moment everything went dark. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself being supported by the strong arm of the man sitting across from him.

“Yo, you good?” Jeff looked up at the muscular man in front of him and grinned.

“All good hun!” Jeff giggled, tracing his hand along the man’s muscular arm. Fuck, how’d he get so lucky to find this stud?, “But I think I should lie down for bit.”

“I have a place in mind.” The man said with a grin.

“Oh yeah big guy?” Jeff leaned in and placed a hand against the man’s pec, “I need you to take me there. Right now.” He breathed. The man grinned and the two left the bar, walking quickly back to the man’s room, “My name is Jeffrey by the way.”

“Connor.” Connor replied, as the two entered the bedroom.

Jeffrey grinned as Connor threw him onto the bed. Clothes were quickly discarded. And soon, moans filled the empty room.

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Jeff groaned as he pushed himself out of bed, ‘Fuck,’ he thought, seeing the time on his phone, ‘I must’ve gotten wasted.’

His whole body ached, especially his ass. Probably fell on it while he was drunk, he figured. He wobbled to the bathroom and stared in the mirror- taking in his muscular frame and clean-shaven form. He smirked- even feeling like shit he still had his looks. He opened his phone to take a pic and cringed.

“What the fuck?” He whispered, “Who the fuck is that?” He stared at the newest saved picture in his phone. A hairy, slim man, “An otter...” He whispered.

There was a sudden knock at his door and he groaned. Shuffling over, he opened it to find Connor.

“Dude what’s up?” Connor chuckled, “Quite the night last night.”

 “Yeah, really? Fuck dude, I drank way too much. Check this out.” He showed Connor the picture, causing his friend to laugh, “I don’t know how it got on here.”

“You don’t remember?” Connor laughed, “Before you left, we took a whole bunch of selfies.”

Jeff groaned, “Hope he didn’t think I’d be into that.” He chuckled, “Shoot your shot, I guess.” He deleted the photo, “So I take it the night was successful?”  

Connor smirked, “Oh it was.” He winked. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. He was begging for more.”

“Gross dude.” Jeff chuckled, “So is that it? Done with the quest?”

“Close dude, very close. Just a few more tribes left.” Connor grinned. Jeff felt a shiver run down his spine. He looked at Connor, a feeling of fear and excitement welling up from within the deepest part of his psyche, “So, wanna grab a drink?”

Jeff shrugged, “Sure, dude.”  

I've done a few himbo transformations with the Chronivac, but I'm getting tired of being dumb. I want to be smarter without risking some crazy permanent change. Can you make it so I steal 1 IQ point from everyone who's in the same room as me? They can have it back when they leave.

You are a super Himbo. Always in good shape, always horny. And admittedly also a real feast for the eyes. I like your idea. It's a little bit experimental. But let's give it a try.

You're always the first one at the gym in the morning. You love to start your day pumped up. And it's wonderfully empty at this time of day. No smart alecks to make fun of you. You have the body, you have the face. An IQ of 89 is more than enough for an alpha guy like you! Normally you're done with your program by 07:30. That's when the gym usually fills up. Today it's surprisingly full. There's a congress in town, so lots of external guys always come to work out. By around 07:00 there are already a good 30, maybe 35 people training. One of the guys is really cute. You approach him. You talk about all sorts of things and train the next sets together. It's rare to find someone who has a similar political opinion and is interested in both Italian opera and astronomy at the same time. And who looks so awesome at the same time. You'll get a boner. He notices. You say that unfortunately you have to go now and you're going to take a shower. He says that he hopes you'll see each other again sometime. You see each other in the shower four minutes later. Not a soul around. And you fuck the guy like only a man with a bird's brain can.

You like your work as a motorcycle mechanic. Your machines are just as simple as your brain. You understand them. And you're really good at making them look hot and getting the most out of them. And you like to work alone. It's difficult in a team. Some know-it-all is always making fun of you. Pure envy, you think, and flex your muscles. But it does annoy you a little. That's why you prefer to do things in the evening that don't involve talking. Dancing. Fucking. Or go to the movies. Like tonight. "The Beekeeper". It's supposed to be good.

Shit, your head is starting to pound. The movie theater is maybe half full. You do a quick count. Yes, exactly 378 people. 78 percent male. That was to be expected. According to a rough estimate, they all spent a total of 3,117 dollars on Coke and popcorn. One guy went to the loo for the third time. You've noticed 67 things in the movie so far that are illogical. Bored, you take out a cell phone. You surf to the MIT website. A very interesting article from the mathematics department about the Riemann conjecture. By the end of the movie, you've finished the proof.

Fortunately, your favorite pub, where you're having a nightcap, is almost empty. Your buddy at the bar, a handful of the usual regulars. Your cell phone vibrates incessantly. Lots of calls from unknown callers. From cities you've never heard of. Boston, San Francisco, Cambridge in Massachusetts, Cambridge in England. Göttingen. Isn't that in Poland? What do they all want from you? You turn off your cell phone.

The next morning you have 189 missed calls. You check a few messages. But you can't understand a single word they're saying. Something about genius. And a brain that only exists once. Hehehe, you've heard that a lot about your cock. You're going back to the gym. You're late today. Your crush from yesterday is already here. And so are 40, 50 other people. CNN is on the screens. The headlines are about the proof of Riemann's hypothesis. Your crush asks you if you know what it is. You explain it to him and outline your solution. As best you can reproduce it. It's really complicated. Your crush stares at you open-mouthed. "You've proved Riemann's conjecture?“ You grin a little sheepishly.

Shit, this guy has a hot ass and a talented tongue. But why can't he keep his tongue in check? After a few minutes, the first reporter is in your workshop and asks you about this Riemann shit. Tell him to go to hell. A second, a third reporter arrives. They're on the floor laughing as you answer their questions. The weaklings are about to get the shit kicked out of them. In the afternoon, a courier arrives from this Cambridge, which is not in England. With a letter. An invitation to a ceremony. Whatever that is. And then there's a check inside. A check for a million dollars.

You like airports. A place where you can do sociological studies. You also really enjoyed the flight. The documents that the mathematical institute in Cambridge sent you are very interesting. But you see a few inconsistencies that you would like to discuss. A driver is waiting for you at the airport. You take a deep breath when you are finally out in the fresh air. It's funny, there's a guy holding a board with a name just like yours on it. You walk up to him. "Mr. Wood?" he asks a little incredulously. "Hehehe, someone must have given us that name one early morning. Do you understand, dude? And by the way, my name is Al." Curt is a cool dude. You get to sit up front and talk about football and stuff. Curt lifts iron too. He recommends a good gym near the hotel and campus. Then he tells you stuff like you can freshen up if you want. Then the dean would like to meet you for a private lunch in private. And then the prize will be officially presented in the setting. Then there is also time for your speech. You say that you smell like a real man and don't need to freshen up. And you ask what a dean does and what the hell the speech is all about. Curt grins.

The dean wipes the sweat from his brow. The food tastes quite good, but you would have preferred an honest burger. You don't understand a word of the stuff the old geezer is talking about. He keeps mumbling something about a catastrophe. You ask yourself why you're wearing that stuffy shirt. It would actually be cool right now to just wear a tank top with all the nerds and show off your muscles. Dinner is finally over. The dean, or whatever his name is, stands up and asks you to follow him. You walk towards a really cool looking building, which is called Kresge Auditorium. Funny name. You enter the hall, which is packed with dozens of people, all of whom are beaming with joy at you. The dean waves you off, pulling you along behind him. You are standing in a huge lecture hall where hundreds of people are already waiting. More and more people stream in behind you. The dean asks you to keep your mouth shut for God's sake. Then he gives his opening speech. He gives a somewhat twisted rendition of the essence of Riemann's conjecture. But as far as you know, he's not a mathematician either… The dean ends with the words "…. And yet this man has obviously proved one of the biggest problems in mathematics. Mr. Wood, would you like to say something?“ You interpret his gestures as him asking you to just shut up. But you're here to chat about math. You stand at the lectern. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great honor for me to speak to you today in this magnificent building. I assume that you are familiar with my remarks on the Riemann conjecture. I don't want to bore you with that either. Let's talk about another interesting topic instead, the P-NP problem." The dean faints.

Shit, the day was really exhausting. You're so happy when Curt finally drives you to the hotel. It's already late, but you still want to make your muscles burn. So you make your way to the gym. There's hardly anyone here at this time of night. One guy looks nice and really hot. You chat a bit. You train together. You both end up in your hotel room and fuck the rest of your brains out. Ian says that you absolutely have to come to Springbreak.

Fuck, Ian was so right. Spring break is awesome! The weather is incredible. Eating, drinking, working out, fucking, partying, all outdoors. You're one of the stars here. Because of your body and your cock. Certainly not because of your head. Hehehe, the 200,000 dollars that you've already spent here from your prize money has certainly contributed to your reputation. The party is in full swing. Suddenly the sky darkens and a thunderstorm with hail breaks out. The party people stream into the hotel lobby. And you flow with them. One of about 400 wet, muscular bodies. You take a quick look around. 423, to be precise.

Which versions of this guy could I find in the multiverse?

Ohhh, let's see what's in store for this guy! I've got some juicy news - there are other universes where he's taken on quite the change!

In a reality very close to ours, he's a confident ass-kicker with a 6-pack and an even bigger ego to match. This sexy Indian stud is always down for a good time, whether it's working out or getting worked up in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, in another universe, he's bulked up into an impressive muscle god!

His sculpted abs are just begging to be licked while his chiseled arms flex with every rep. I bet this Arab Adonis could make you forget all about the gym and focus on more...personal workouts.

But wait, there's more! In a reality where he's traded in his flab for lean muscle mass, this Asian hunk is the epitome of masculine perfection.

His luscious hair and dreamy eyes will make you weak in the knees - before he even starts stripping down to reveal that rock-hard physique.

Last but certainly not least, I present to you…the complete opposite end of the spectrum!

In this alternate reality, our chubby gym buddy has always been a youthful, effeminate cutie with an insatiable thirst for attention and affection. His plump lips are made for sucking, and his tight tattooed body is begging to be explored and devoured.

So which version of our friend here gets you most excited? Or, do you wish all of them were real? Let me know, and who knows - maybe we can make it happen... in the multiverse, at least!

I'm picky about my coffee beans. Got anything with dark roasted arabica?

You're suspicious that you got a pound of coffee beans for so cheap. They smell incredibly high quality as you brew them in your coffee maker, the machine whirring and grinding, filling your kitchen and apartment with the rich, deep smells of the Coffee. You stand by, tapping your finger on your countertop. You've got a long day ahead of you. Work, hanging out with friends later and going out to celebrate the weekend coming up. Nothing like a little pick-me-up cup of Joe wouldn't fix.

As you continue sniffing the air, you notice that you're starting to get hard. The smell is wildly intoxicating. Strangely strong. It smells almost like musk, the top notes of some expensive cologne mingling with someone's already strong body odor. It's hot and masculine. Hot also because you're starting to feel like it's 100 degrees in your apartment. Your skin feels heated like the sun is blazing down on it. Your cock continues hardening, topping off at its average length. It's so hard. Like steel. Oddly insistent too. And sensitive. Twitching and throbbing against your sleep shorts so much that .... you let out a soft moan as your cock spits up some pre.

You wipe your forehead and your palm comes back slick. Your nipples are hard on your bare chest, the cool air of your apartment brushing against them. The Coffee pours into your mug and you hold it. The smell hits you in the nose and your knees buckle, and you collapse against your counter. This is not normal. At all. Coffee making you horny? So horny it's like you can't focus on anything? Like your balls, which for some reason feel so hot, so warm, have become your brains? You take a sip of the Coffee, expecting it to be scalding hot.

But it's not. It's lukewarm.

But so fucking delicious.

You take your sweaty, damp shirt off and toss it to the floor. You're shaking as so much blood pours into your erection you can feel your cock getting bigger to contain it. Stretching longer and bloating thicker, leaking so much pre cum to make room for the extra cum now filling your bloating, tingly, hot balls. They inflate and droop, swinging between your legs like two giant, overripe oranges. You spill the rest of your Coffee as you spasm, unable to contain the onslaught of hormones filling your head. Filling your body and making it warmer, sweatier. You feel your pubic hair grow bushier and thicker, sweatier. Your musk seems like it's getting stronger as you lift your arm and get a whiff of your pits. When your smell hits you, you moan and cum like a cannon down your leg, your swollen cockhead pressed against the rough fabric of your sleep shorts. You're whimpering like a scared and horny animal as your cock continue to cum, little rivers of your hot, musky cum running down your leg.

You look down to not only a huge, tight bulge in your shorts but that your bare feet are darkening. Like someone's spilled paint on a canvas, the dark color starts from your feet and travels upwards. You're panting as your feet crack and expand. Stretching across the tile floors and making you grit your teeth with the insane, mind-numbing pleasure that rips through you. They stretch and bloat, meatier and muskier, thicker and corded with muscle. They grow into size 12s, easily tearing through your socks and definitely not fitting in any of your shoes.

You huff and puff as the color spreads upwards, and with it, thicker, darker hair grows up your calves. Carpeting your thighs and thick hairs coming out of your inflated balls, the sensation making more pre shoot out of your cock. Your ass grows furry, hole tickling as hairs sprout around it as it tightens and contracts. Your eyes bug out of your head as the skin tone reaches your nipples, darkens them into dusky buds, the areolas expanding and stretching across your flat chest as some fat bubbles beneath them. Your moans grow deeper as your Adam's apple expands, punching out of your thickening throat as the color overtakes your face. Thickens up your lips, perfect for sloppy make-out sessions and even sloppier head. Thicker, wider tongue perfect for eating out an ass to the next century. A sensitive moustache sprouts on your lips as your jaw and cheekbones chisel themselves into sharp, handsome, masculine features. Hair darkening and curling, pleasurably sprouting from your scalp and sending waves of pleasure down your back.

As the color goes into your hands, they thicken and inflate. Palms widening and fingers stretching into meaty digits. You're still so horny, grinding your beyond hard 9-inch cock against your counter. You slip your tighter shorts down to your ankles. You bend over, sticking out your larger tongue, and begin licking the counter, desperate for all the dregs of Coffee that you can drink. Your head ignites with pleasure as your bigger hands graze your increasingly sensitive ass. The furry, flat ass starts expanding into your palm as you continue dragging your tongue across the counter. Your moans are deep and loud, and desperately horny. You cum again as you squeeze a fistful of your fatter ass, the muscle expanding and growing, some extra fat pouring into the inflating globes as some of it lands in your increasingly muscular thighs and calves. You feel your smarts leaking out of your cock as your thighs continue growing, swelling and inflating, so close to squeezing those swollen, churning nuts that your eyes cross as you let out a deep groan as the final push of growth bloats your ass into a strong, soft, hairy bubble butt. Your calves inflate and strengthen becoming thick diamonds underneath the skin.

You grab your still hard cock, oozing with pre, and stroke yourself, moaning as you throw your arms behind your head. Your pit hair explodes into thick, dense, musky hair. Your smell is so incredible your hole puckers. You play with the slick, swollen head of your cock as your chest expands behind your swollen nipples. The dark pegs jutting out and stretching forward as your muscles expand, become a little softer and less chiseled as some fat pours into them. The stretching of your chest broadens your shoulders, popping them out like two massive boulders in your upper arms. You swear vehemently in Arabic - a language you most definitely did not speak before - as your huge hands tug and play with your huge nipples. Your chest expands into strong muscle tits, hanging over your quivering abs as they begin tightening and contracting. You grab and squeeze handfuls of your pecs as your cock spurts huge wads of pre from the sensation, your horniness just getting stronger and stronger. Your back broadens and becomes stacked with muscle, which allows your pecs to surge forward one last time to take advantage of the extra support.

You let go of your cock as your biceps bloat and expand. You throw your juicy, heavy arms into a double bicep flex as your abs expand against your skin. The muscles shifting and strengthening, bloating against the skin and pushing your waist wider to contain them. With both of your hairy, musky pits exposed, you cum hands-free, bellowing with pleasure that goes right to your brain and fries it. Thick wads of cum splatters all over the counter as you feel the muscles in your biceps become two huge, dense, muscular balloons. Your forearms expand and become equally strong and muscular, thick veins bulging against your muscle. You feel strong enough to lift a car. Throw around a hungry bottom. You thrust into your waning orgasm as a final wave of growth hits all of your new muscles. Thicker arms, fatter ass, stronger thighs, abs becoming more defined, pecs inflating and broadening your chest.

Panting, pleasantly exhausted, you lean against the counter and catch your breath. You're still so sweaty, and smell so ripe. So masculine. You massage and worship your muscle tits. Flex your abs. Your cock shrinks into a semi and you feel a dull throb of horniness in the back of your much slower brain. You slide your shorts back on and smirk cockily at the tightness of them, your dick print so obvious and you're not even fully cocked. Ass huge and swollen against the back of your shorts, you can feel how heavy and weighty it is.

Your phone dings with several text messages from a number you don't recognize. All that's important is that this guy is coming over to your place. You take a pic and send it to him so he can get a teaser of the full package he's going to unwrap.

You notice the heavy bag of Coffee beans on your counter. Maybe after you're done fucking him into next year, dumping load after load into his ass, you can make him a cup.

And then, well, he'll definitely be able to return the favor.