Duck Dodgers - Pork Piggler Muscle Growth

Duck Dodgers - Pork Piggler Muscle Growth

Scene from the Duck Dodgers episode "Pig of Action" where after picking up a strange stone, Cadet is transformed into an aggressive, hypermasculine muscle soldier.

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Star Of The Show

"Is that really safe?" A snobbish man in an expensive suit snarled.

"Yes Mr. Derry, how many times do I have to tell you. It'll make you into a prime bodybuilder just like you asked." The technician sighed.

"It better be, because I am an important stake holder in this bodybuilding competition and I paid a lot for this." Mr. Derry continued to whine, despite receiving exactly what he asked for.

"Here I brought your coffee, sir." Mr. Derry's assistant sheepishly held out a Starbucks coffee. He grumbled as he read the long list of modifications he needed in his coffee to drink it.

"This has coconut milk you idiot!" He shoved the coffee back into his assistant, sending the scrawny man stumbling back. In an attempt to regain his balance he flailed his arm into the large machine that sat nearby.

"I... I'm sorry sir." The assistant panicked. "I can fix it." He reached for the machine in an attempt to minimize the blowback from his boss. He tried to move the machine back to its original position.

"Wait no! Don't tou-" the technician was interrupted.

A blinding light erupted across the back stage as a concentrated beam shot into the assistants chest. He looked like a ragdoll being tossed across the room, slamming into the wall. No one even noticed what had happened while they tried to recover from the flash.

The assistant slowly got up, his head was spinning. He assumed it was from the crash into the wall, but it only got worse after he got up. A burning heat boiled inside his chest as he attempted to recover. The burning soon turned to a tightness as his chest began to grow. His flat chest started to rise like a loaf of bread in the oven. His preppy button up strained under the pressure of his thickening pecs until the buttons started to pop off. His shirt burst open, revealing the perfectly formed pecs of a bodybuilder that created a shelf over his stomach. Speaking of which, his stomach began to melt away. His now flat stomach quickly rose back up, but with hard muscles this time. His stomach started to round out into a small muscle gut as six distinct muscles formed over it, causing the rest of his buttons to pop off in the process.

The technician and Mr. Derry were starting to recover from the flash, hearing increasingly loud footsteps rumbled from across the room and ever deeper sounding grunts and moans came from the assistant.

The assistant lurched over as his shoulder broadened, finally ripping his shirt to shreds. His upper back exploded with rippling muscles that would make any man jealous. And his lower back slimmed to give his body a strong V shape. Moments later he started to flex his arms, making them balloon with every flex. His biceps grew to the size of melons as veins surfaced all down his arms. And his hands thickened into massive man hands, twice the size of his old delicate hands.

Mr. Derry let out a loud scoff as he watched the assistant transform into the man he wanted to be. And the technician just smiled at Me. Derry's dismay. Meanwhile the assistant started to let out deep guttural moans pleasure as his body grew, and animalistic grunts every time he flexed his growing body.

Next, the man's lower body started to grow, making him nearly a foot taller than he was before, towering over everyone in the building. His thighs thickened to over twice the size of his massive biceps, making him have the man spread to make room for all the muscle. Unsurprisingly it didn't take long for his pants to rip to shreds, leaving him in his comically small underwear. Though that wouldn't last long either. His flat ass got flooded with both fat and muscle, making it large and plump and creating a shelf over his thighs. His fat ass strained against the shockingly strong fabric of the underwear before overpowering them, bouncing as his cheeks tore right through them. His calves also grew quite thick and defined as his feet burst out of his shoes, becoming a monstrous size 20. Though the only downside is his impressive package shrunk from a massive 8 inches to an unremarkable 4 inches, looking small in comparison to his hulking body.

Finally the man's head began to change to match his body. His barely visible jawline looked like it got vacuum sealed around his jaw, becoming sharp as a knife. His brow bone became more prominent, adding to his manly appearance as a well kept beard spreads across his face. And his long flowy hair recedes into a military buzz cut.

By the time the transformation slowed, his skin had a bronze tanned color with a slick sheen of oil over it. Almost as if he was getting ready to compete.

"You fucking idiot. Look at the mess you've made. You need to clean this up ASAP, and you better hope that machine has some juice left for me or so help me god I will bury you six feet under Edward!" Mr. Derry blew up with rage, it almost looked like there was smoke coming from his ears.

The assistant stood up tall with his head up and his chest puffed out. Slowly taking steps towards his boss, making the ground shake with each step. As he got close, his brows furrowed and his grunt became deeper and louder. He bent down and yanked his boss by the collar, lifting the shorter man a foot off the ground to meet eye to eye.

"You think I need a fucking pipsqueak like you! You're nothing but a bug to step on. And my name is Evan, asshole! Remember it!" Evans voice booked across the room as he chuckled his former boss into the machine, breaking it in the process.

He stomped across the room and grabbed a black pair of underwear from the rack. Then he proceeded to waltz on stage, stealing the hearts of the audience.

Evan was the star of the show, winning an easy first place. Photoshoots, magazine covers, and sponsors were all he saw in his future. And he never saw his loser of a boss again.

"Hello everyone, we're back and bringing you another episode of Wheel of Tf!"

As the camera faded out, the audience clapped. The studio was packed with people from every race, some of them even cheering for their favorite contestant.

"We've got a great pick today," said the host as he looked down at his sheet. "Our contestant hoping to win big." He paused and turned towards the audience. "So without further ado, let's introduce our special guest!"

The lights dimmed and a spotlight came on in the center of the stage. A young college aged boy stepped out, wearing his university sweater and sporting a wave for the audience along with a cheeky smile.

"Welcome to the show, David!" The host beamed.

David waved and smiled. "Thank you very much! I'm excited to be here today!"

"Now why don't you tell me and the audience a little about yourself?"

David cleared his throat and began speaking to the crowd.

"Well, I'm David," he said, "I'm twenty two years old and currently attending university in my hometown. After graduating high school I decided that I wanted to get into broadcasting, so I joined several clubs related to the media and now it looks like I'm going places!"

The audience applauded and cheered at this. The host nodded approvingly.

"That's fantastic news!" He continued. "You think you're going to win big tonight?"

"I sure hope so." David said enthusiastically. "After all, I've been practicing hard for months now and I'm a huge fan of the show!"

"That's exactly what we want to hear! So without further ado, let's play. Now as you know in order to play you have to answer our questions correctly and you'll win money with each one you get right. If you answer wrong then you must spin the wheel for a penalty. The first question is: What is the capital city of Switzerland?"

Everyone was silent. No one had any idea. The host looked over the audience again before turning back to David.

"David, you're up! And remember if you get it wrong, you will need to spin the wheel!"

David smiled cockily, knowing he had this in the bag "The capital is Bern."

With that, the audience erupted in cheers and applause. David raised both arms and grinned at the audience as they applauded him.

"Excellent job David!" The host called out. "But it's not over yet! Next question, what is the name of the country with the most land area in Africa?"

David sat there for a moment, confused. But after a few moments he raised his hand. "Uganda."

"Correct, well done!" The host said happily. "We just have one more question for you, this one allot more tricky: Name the male greek god that Narcissus, the god of lust and vanity, ended a relationship with?"

The audience fell silent as David thought. His mind went blank as his palms grew sweaty and he tried to think of an answer. He never really studied Greek Mythology so this question was completely out of his realm, he knew he had to try and give an answer though. "Odin."

"I'm sorry David but that is incorrect. The correct answer is Ameinias. You know what that means, it's time to spin the wheel of tf!"

The audience fell into cheers once again as David felt his heart skip a beat and a pit form in his stomach. From years of watching, he knew what happened in this show if you had to spin the wheel and could only hope that his penalty wouldn't be to harsh.

He stepped up to the large wheel and took a deep breath before finally giving it a spin. causing his eyes to dart around as he looked at the words as they passed under the arrow that would select his fate. He almost missed his punishment when the host announced it and immediately felt his blood run cold.

"David, it looks as if you landed on Muscle Bear!"

The audience gasped and started to laugh. David looked down at the choice as two of the shows model boy who were wearing nothing but skimpy underwear, led him into a glass booth and closed him in as everyone in the audience sat on edge waiting to see what would happen next. He knew all to well that the losers of Wheel of Tf always left the game after undergoing a transformation for all to see, he just thought that he could beat the odds, unfortunately he was wrong though.

"Alright everybody, let's see what David here will be become!" The host said as he zoomed in on the screen. As the camera panned across David's face, you could see fear and panic appear on his features.

"Oh no." He whispered as a cloud of smoke filled the small box that smelled of lube and sweat. The smell quickly traveled up his nose and made him gag.

"This is disgusting." He said as he tried to cover his mouth and nose with one arm while trying to look away with the other. He was so embarrassed as the audience continued laughing and cheering while he struggled to hold back the sick feeling in his stomach. The tank began to grow increasingly hot as his body began to poor sweat in buckets.

"H-hey!" He cried as the muscles in his legs expanded and bulged from their normal size to something far bigger. This caused him to stumble backwards before falling against the wall, which only made him gasp in surprise as he saw his nipples had grown to be large and erect. He couldn't help but moan as he thrust his arm above his head and took a deep inhale of his own pits.

"Wow, David, you are definitely getting ripped!" The host laughed as he zoomed in on David's face, showing how red and flushed he was becoming. The audience continued to cheer as David started to lick his thickening bicep, tasting his own salty sweat which made his cock throb hard in his pants.

"I can feel my balls swelling already." He moaned to himself as the audience cheered even louder at his new strength.

"Oh fuck!" He gasped as the muscles in his chest swelled and stretched and formed a massive set of pecs. He stumbled to his feet but fell against the glass door, mashing his muscle tits into the side of it. They bulged and bounced as he pushed them against the glass, making him gasp. He then noticed that his cock was rock hard, standing straight up from his pelvis and dripping precum onto the floor in front of him. He looked down at his crotch and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he took notice that the smoke had made all of his clothes disapear except for the white tank top he'd been wearing. The fabric did little to hide his massive chest though and both muscle jutted out the sides.

"Whoa that's hot!" The host called out as he zoomed in on David's throbbing cock and up to his juicy pecs "Alright David, let's see what happens next!"

David was still in shock from all of the changes in his body and the attention he was receiving. All of the thoughts about not being able to go through with this went right out his head as he watched his pale skin turn dark and smooth. His hands ran up his growing chest and then down to his new abs, his fingers running through the dense forest of hair that was growing across his body. A light dusting of stubble covered his chin and upper lip, making him look like a rugged stud.

"Look at those arms! Damn, I can already tell you won't need a shirt for much longer." The host called out as David looked down at the massive boulders that were his biceps that sprouted from his shoulders seemingly out of thin air. He could barely contain his excitement as the audience continued to cheer as he rubbed his big, meaty arms and flexed his huge biceps.

Any worries he had about the change were gone and his feeling had become purely primal He pulled the tank top down tight between his muscle tits and began to bounce them up and down for the audience to see. He groaned as he felt his own nipples growing larger and harder than ever before. The sound of the crowd grew louder as David's body continued to change before their very eyes.

"So you got the hairy muscle part down there David but we aren't through with you yet!" The host called out as the crowd cheered and laughed.

He ran his hands up his bulging thighs, feeling the coarse hair that covered his legs and ass. He began to rub himself off as he looked down at his bare body. He began noticing some of the hairs starting to turn grey as a light layer of fat began coating his muscles. He sighed as he reached the base of his massive cock and rubbed himself off as he looked up at the camera.

"Oh man I am going to cum soon if you keep doing that!" He said as his voice became deeper and more gravely. He squeezed his cock, watching his juices drip over his massive feet.

"Wow David, you're really getting into it!" The host smiled as he zoomed in on David's face, showing as wrinkles began to form on his previously smooth skin as his hair began to recede back into his head, leaving him with a shiny bald scalp. David grunted in response as he began rubbing his thick fingers down and over his fat, groping his meaty chest. His other hand was still furiously beating his cock as his balls began to sag and hang lower, begining to produce sperm of a much older man.

"Well won't you look at that folks, it won't be much longer before David here can't hold back anymore." The host pointed out as he zoomed in on David's swollen sack. It hung low between his legs, swinging back and forth as he pumped his fist.

David had gained almost 200 pounds onto his once small frame and the once 22 year old looked to be in his fifties. This didn't ruin his sexual appetite though as he continued stroking himself and pressed his other hand on the glass to hold him up. The audience watched in awe as David let out a loud roar as he felt his cock start to tense up "I'm... CUMMMMING!" He screamed as his body tensed up and his dick erupted, splattering multiple thick ropes of cum all over the glass and floor. The camera zoomed in as his cock continued to gush out load after load onto the ground below him.

"Oh my god!" The host yelled as David finally finished cumming and slumped against the glass door, panting heavily. "That was amazing David! Come on boys, get him out of there so we can show the audience his new physique!"

The scantily clad men opened the door and helped David to his feet. He was still coming down from his intense orgasm but eventually was able to compose himself as he took place next to the host and was grinning ear to ear.

"So how do you feel?" The host asked as the audience cheered.

"Incredible!" David exclaimed as he ran his hands along his thick body.

"Fantastic, you are truly one of the most impressive transformations we've done here in a long while and I'm sure the audience agrees!" The audience cheered in response before he continued "So what's the first thing you're going to do with this new body of yours?"

"Well I think the first order of business is to take a shower." He said as he looked at his large, wrinkled body and felt his cock stir "Then I'll have to put this new dick of mine to use. Maybe I'll try out a couple of the boys here, they seem pretty eager to try out the new me."

The audience laughed and the host turned to the cameras. "You here that boys, you better watch out, you may just find yourself on the receiving end of that thick python!" He said as the audience roared with laughter.

"Well thank you for playing David and I want to thank everyone for enjoying Wheel of Tf! Tune in next week when another lucky contestant will win the chance at money or loose and transform into something special!"

David walked off stage, enjoying the stares of the men and women around him as he made his way through the crowd towards the exit. He couldn't help himself as he grabbed one of the twinks in the audience by the collar of his shirt and had him follow him home. It wouldn't be long before he'd have the boy bent over his bed, enjoying the feeling of a young tight ass wrapped around his thick cock.

Finding Job Security

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As soon as the tires of his mother’s Ford Fusion pounded the suburban pavement, Bryce Abbott immediately opened up his phone in search of a game to play. His mother was in the driver’s seat, taking her seventeen-year-old son to his friend’s house since he had yet to secure his driver’s license, a ritual she was growing tired of. Teaching Bryce how to drive had been a wild ride in itself, especially since the young man was nothing short of accident-prone. On their most recent practice drive, the high schooler had nearly hit a pedestrian in the Whole Foods parking lot. Shortly after, he had cut off two other drivers on the highway when merging into oncoming traffic without using his turn signal. Needless to say, Bryce’s driver’s license was still miles away, especially since his mother now refused to let him drive anywhere beyond  empty parking lots. 

Usually, his mother wasted no time in turning up the volume to her favorite FM radio station when she drove out of their quiet suburban cul-de-sac, but instead she spoke calmly yet firmly. “Bryce, I need to take care of some things real quick at the office before I drop you off. It should only be a few minutes.” Bryce looked up from his phone and grunted petulantly in response. That was a promise his mom had never kept. Like her son, she had a habit of getting sidetracked, only she was a workaholic and he was an irritable and somewhat ditzy eighteen-year-old. 

“And I’m gonna need you to come inside with me. I can’t have you wandering around the building like last time and freaking out all my coworkers.”

“I was playing Pokémon Go!” Bryce insisted. “And then I was just checking out all the cool cars in the lot. Your coworkers have some pretty sweet cars!”

His mother wasn’t convinced. “I know, but it wasn’t fun to have the conversation with my boss about why my kid is obstructing traffic and looking in the windows of everyone’s cars.”

“Fine,” Bryce huffed indignantly. 

“And please be good,” she commanded. 

Bryce had gone back to the game on his phone. “I will,” he said, not bothering to look up.

“Please, just promise me.”

Bryce rolled his eyes. It wasn’t his fault his mom worked at the most boring place on earth. But he knew it wouldn’t be wise to argue with his driver, so reluctantly he replied. “Fine, I promise.” 

Bryce remained glued to his phone until he reached the front door. The new Pokémon Go update was irresistible and he was pleased to find that his mom’s work was a Poké-stop. At least there was something interesting about this boring office, especially since he knew that he’d be here for awhile. 

He followed his mother through a door that read “west entrance” that led into a waiting area connected to a broad corridor. The amalgam of white and brick walls did a decent job of offsetting how boring this place looked. 

“Hi Val,” chirruped the tender voice of the receptionist. “How are you, girl?”

“Hi Sofia, I’m doing well,” Bryce’s mother replied sweetly, adjusting the purse on her shoulder. 

Bryce glanced over at the receptionist and immediately felt daunted. She had styled raven black hair that perfectly framed her face and immaculately contrasted the pastel of her light blue dress shirt. She was smiling broadly and looked to be in her late twenties, meaning she was far out of Bryce’s league. “And who is this?” she asked as her and Bryce made eye contact. 

“This is Bryce, my youngest.” “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Bryce,” Sofia said, although her tone was so bubbly that it seemed inauthentic. It felt like she was talking to him like a little kid. 

“Nice to meet you, Sofia,” Bryce replied before cringing at why he’d chosen to address her by name. 

Luckily, Sofia didn’t seem to mind. “So, what brings you two to the office?”

“I’ve gotta print some files and send them off before the weekend,” Bryce’s mother replied. “And our printer’s been acting up at home, so here we are.” 

Sofia tittered once more and Bryce couldn’t help but notice her tits bounce when she laughed. Hoping no one had noticed, he decided to quickly turn around and glance at the waiting area behind him, which was tiny and desolate. There was a lone coffee table and three black chairs that looked well-kept but also like they hadn't been changed in decades. The only other people in sight were those conversing by the cubicles around twenty feet away or so.

“Okay Bryce, I’ll be back in a few,” Bryce’s mother said before heading towards the office. “Be good!” 

“I will,” Bryce said. His cheeks reddened as he heard Sofia laugh at that comment. He promptly sat down in one of the black chairs before returning to his phone. He hated that his mom still talked to him like he was a kid, especially in front of a hot girl. It was embarrassing! Plus, it wasn’t like he was disruptive, he just had trouble sitting still for long periods of time.

Sofia started typing on her desktop, but still maintained her cheeriness. “So how’s school going for you, Bryce?” 

Bryce’s heart start to beat faster. “Oh, um…school’s going okay,” he said absent-mindedly. “Yeah, what classes are you taking?” 

“Uh…just general classes,” Bryce said as opened up his camera app. He studied his face and ran a hand through his messy bangs in an effort to spruce them up for Sofia, who was still very interested in talking to him for some reason. “I’m in math, science, English, photography…social studies….” he trailed off.

“Ve-ry nice!” Sofia praised after a few seconds of peaceful yet awkward silence. Her tone reminded Bryce of an enthusiastic preschool teacher. “Do you have a job?”

“No, not right now,” Bryce honestly replied. The truth was he hadn’t been able to keep one. He was too flighty and didn’t have the patience to run a register, wait on customers, or serve food. He wished he could find one he liked though, having some money would be nice for a change.

“Well, we’re always taking applications here,” Sofia said chipperly. “We would love to have new employees.” “Really?” Bryce said, finally mustering the courage to look up from his phone. 

“Yes, you could certainly apply,” Sofia said, still typing away on her keyboard. “I’m sure your mother would love working alongside you!”

“I doubt it,” Bryce replied. He hated working and it wasn’t like his job history would do him any favors. He’d never kept one for longer than a few months. He decided to open Pokémon Go to curb his nervousness. However, as he noticed his swiping was starting to get less fluid and it took more force for him to play the game. His hands also felt rougher for some reason. Maybe he needed to put lotion on them more often.  

Sofia, meanwhile, continued her spiel of promoting her workplace to the point where Bryce couldn’t help but zone out. “We have flexible availability. And we offer employees the chance to work from home. We also have an excellent 401k program and our health insurance policies are top-notch. We offer-”

“Thank you, but I don’t think I’m cut out for office work,” Bryce abruptly interjected, breaking eye contact from his phone. He punctuated his uncharacteristic interruption with a wry half-chuckle to make the moment less awkward. “It just seems so…boring. Oh, um…no offense.”

“Oh well, I completely understand, Mr. Abbott,” Sofia replied more solemnly than before. “It’s not a job for everyone.”

Bryce nodded curtly. Unsure of what else to say, he shifted his attention back to his phone.  As he did, his eyes widened with horror when he realized that it had…shrunk somehow? Or had his hands grown much, much larger. They had somehow grown to the size of oven mitts. “What in the fuck?” he mumbled aloud. 

The receptionist perked up again. “I’m sorry. What was that Mr. Abbott?”

“Oh…um s-sorry,” Bryce stuttered as his heart was beating faster now than ever before. Was he having an allergic reaction or something? In a matter of moments, his hands had tripled in size. Not only that, but they also felt much more rugged than before. Opening up his palm, he even noticed calluses just below his meaty fingers. He trembled as he looked back up at Sofia who had stopped typing on her keyboard and was now looking at him. “Hey, do my hands look funny to you?” 

Sofia craned her neck and looked puzzled. “Not particularly, why?”

“My…my hands,” Bryce sputtered. “They’re HUGE!”

Sofia chuckled before realizing Bryce was being serious. She lowered her tone after a few awkward seconds. “I really don’t know what you’re going on about, sir. Your hands look fine to me.” 

“No..m…my hands…they’re,” Bryce’s voice weakened. As he stared deeper at his enormous hands, more feelings of discomfort began sweltering beneath his skin. His armpits started to get sweatier. “W…w…where is the bathroom at?”

“Just down the hall and to the right,” the receptionist replied unemotionally. 

“Thank you, Sofia,” Bryce tacitly replied, standing up suddenly and nearly knocking over a small coffee table. He scurried down the hall like an animal with its tail in-between its legs while his breathing and heart rate only quickened. His hands were so large now that he couldn’t even put his phone into his shorts’ pocket and was instead forced to hold it. Nearing the office space, a group of employees gave him confused looks as he passed, making the panicked young man even more self-conscious. 

Finally, he arrived and wasted no time throwing open the men’s room door and hurling his body inside. He scrambled inside, flying past an aisle of vacant urinals. As he saw his scrawny figure in the mirror, he froze in disbelief. “What the fuck?”

Bryce’s hands had swollen to the size of kettlebells, with one still tightly gripping his phone. He would’ve had no trouble palming a kickball or a basketball for that matter. As disgusted as Bryce was, he couldn’t stop staring. There was something captivating about his new meaty fists, something almost Herculean. He looked like he could knock anything down with one swift punch, a powerful idea the lanky team had never considered before. 

“This is so weird,” he trembled, feeling equally nervous and empowered at what was happening. As his eyes met his reflection, he realized that his hands were not the only thing different about him. His shoulders had broadened into a rigid plateau that pulled his light blue t-shirt up and partially exposed his navel. “Jason won’t believe this! I’ve g…gotta take a pic,” Bryce muttered excitedly, thinking about his best friend, a kid as lanky as him. Opening up his clenched palm, Bryce looked at his phone screen and waited for it to activate, only…it didn’t. He frowned and jammed one of his cumbersome fingers into the power button only for him to realize it was dead. “Shit!” he cussed. He forgot that Pokémon Go ate up a lot of his phone battery. 

The young man grunted and tried to jam his phone into his board shorts. The action required a lot of effort, but he eventually was able to make it work. Facing his reflection again, he realized how small his new broad shoulders made his head look. He felt like a freak: a weird, gangling freak.

Just then, the door swung open and two businessmen, one tall and one short, stepped inside deeply engrossed in conversation. They reminded Bryce of the douchey jocks from his English class, only they were much older and substantially more muscular. Cocky smirks appeared on both of their hunky faces as they stepped closer. Although Bryce was a moderately tall kid at a height of 5’10”, these guys both had a few inches on him. 

“You gotta be like this guy Kev,” the short one said as he sidled up next to Bryce, his booming voice echoing across the small bathroom. “He looks like he never skips arm day!” 

Bryce’s blood ran cold. He had no idea what this man was talking about. “Oh yeah…um for sure,” he replied nervously, his face immediately turning scarlet. He hadn’t even expected to be acknowledged by these thirty-somethings dressed in business suits.

The tall one stepped right in front of Bryce, giving the young man a close-up of his half-exposed chest and a whiff of his rustic, earthy-smelling cologne. “Dude, what’s your secret?” 

“M…my secret?” Bryce squeaked. He was so nervous that he hadn’t even realized his arms had started growing. His biceps and triceps swelled forth, forcing his sleeves to rise towards his broad, angular shoulders, immediately straining the cotton over their enlarging mass. 

The tall one stepped closer, so close that Bryce could smell the mint from his breath. “Yeah! How big are your arms anyway?!”

“I don’t know what you’re-”

“He’s gotta be at least eighteen inches!” the short one loudly remarked.

The tall one practically screamed in response. “Eighteen inches? Are you fucking blind bro? His arms have to be at least twenty!”

“My…huh?” Bryce said before noticing that his arms were not the muscleless twigs they once were. They were very large and looked like they had doubled in size. From the looks of it, they were still growing, tethering Bryce’s t-shirt tightly to his figure. Time seemed to slow down as he curiously flexed his muscles. Not only that, but the blood racing through his veins caused them to rise to the surface. After a few self-indulgent flexes, Bryce’s new arms had swollen to match the man’s description. “Holy shit,” he whispered to himself as his anxious frown morphed into a half-grin. 

The tall one barked again, this time more demanding than before. “So what’s the measurement big guy? Are you deaf or something?” 

“Twenty-one!” Bryce erupted. “I have…twenty-one inch biceps.”

“That’s unreal!” the short guy exclaimed while the tall one just whistled. 

Bryce couldn’t agree more. He was just glad his guess had been satisfactory. His biceps gained a few more inches in response before solidifying into twin behemoths that would make professional bodybuilders jealous. A cocky smirk appeared across the young man’s face, his joy unable to be hidden. Even though he looked like a freak, it felt amazing to have these professional-looking guys gawk over him. “Yeah, I…um…work out a whole lot,” Bryce added mildly, his soft-spoken nature did not match the burgeoning confidence he was feeling. 

“How much do you bench bro?!” the tall one asked again. The two men were acting like adoring schoolchildren and Bryce was savoring every disorienting second of it. 

“I dunno, at least 100 pounds,” Bryce said, just randomly throwing out a number while he was too busy ogling at the brawny, muscular arms he’d been gifted. They looked to be as wide as his head! His veneration was short-lived as the two men burst out into raucous laughter.

“So he’s a comedian too!” the short one said before slapping Bryce on the shoulder, causing him to flinch. The contact also caused him to sprout even higher, gaining an additional three inches that made his clothing look even more ridiculous and intensified the scrawniness of his already gaunt figure. “Come on though, what is it for real?”

“600 pounds!” Bryce exclaimed proudly. “I can bench 600 easy, but my PR is 640!” 

In dramatic fashion, a shockwave of muscle exploded through Bryce’s body. His legs gained additional muscle, preventing him from becoming too top-heavy. However the real change happened at the seventeen-year-old’s torso. Two mounds began to rise from his flat chest as they swelled forth like inflating airbags. The blue t-shirt Bryce had been wearing was quickly yanked to its absolute limit, exposing more of his midriff and shoulders. Delicately coiling his burgeoning cleavage, the frayed fibers of his shirt held on for dear life. His nipples followed suit and quickly hardened until they lewdly protruded against his strained shirt.

“Holy shit! That’s impressive, dude!”

Bryce loved the sound of that. Realizing he was growing bigger than both men, he straightened his posture as his back started to widen out from behind him. His angular shoulders gained much needed definition as thick muscles pushed out from behind them. The changes spread down to his lower back, which swelled to the same muscular size as the frontside of his torso. Bryce rolled his shoulders, reveling in the power that his new masculine prowess. His grin only broadened as he looked down at the mesmerized faces of the businessmen.

“So what’s your name dude?” 

“Bryan,” the young man replied. He was unaware that he had said the wrong name; his mind was too preoccupied by the sight of his bulbous pecs which were still rising like dough. He couldn’t resist the urge to cup one in his hand and feel the thick wall of muscle. 

“Are you new here?” 

Bryan realized that the men actually thought he worked here. He couldn’t resist the urge to toy with them further. “Yeah! I’m actually new here. I just started…last week.”

“Right on!” the tall one said. He patted Bryan on the back the same way a football player would to a teammate before heading to an open urinal. “I’ll see you ‘round, Bryan. Nice meeting you, dude!”

The shorter one patted Bryan on the back and followed his friend to the urinals. “Hopefully, we’ll see each other at the gym!” he said.

“Hopefully,” Bryan replied solemnly as he stared at his reflection in disbelief. He felt so powerful, similar to Hercules, if only Hercules had a pimply face. He grinned even further, finding himself obsessed with the validation from these men. It would be nice if he got more of it. If these athletic muscled jocks thought he was a gym junkie, then he could surely fool others. With that mentality, Bryan headed towards the doorway only to find that his hulking shoulders nearly surpassed it. “Whoa,” he breathed to himself as he slowly walked through it and out onto the office floor.

Swaggering out into the open corridor caused Bryan’s traps to swell outward, their sharp angles protecting his neck like an upside-down lotus flower. Closing his eyes, Bryan could feel his neck thickening to accommodate his new traps. His chest simultaneously stretched forth, growing so large now that it challenged the capability of the male body. It inflated like a balloon, endowing him with even more thick muscle. As he imagined himself walking around with these jugs, an audible ripping sound broke his rumination.

Looking down, Bryan immediately noticed that his pecs were partially exposed beneath his tattered shirt. Even weirder, his nipples looked much larger than before, almost appearing swollen. They rivaled the size of thimbles and served as caps to his brick-like pecs. Bryan felt the urge to tweak them before a gurgling sound in his stomach caught his attention. 

“Shit, that’s what I get for skipping lunch,” he muttered to himself as he felt an intense hunger. 

Just then, a cough from a passing group of official-looking individuals caught Bryan’s attention. Directing his gaze towards the group, Bryan locked eyes with another muscular man who was looking right at him. Not thinking twice, Bryan spoke up. “Hey man! Know where I can get some food around here?” His voice echoed for a moment and he realized he’d been speaking louder than he meant to. 

The man stopped in his tracks as did the rest of his little entourage. He immediately broke eye contact to pretend as if he wasn’t staring. “Oh, um… There are some vending machines down at the east end.”

“Oh, nice!” Bryan said excitedly. “And where is that exactly?”

The man now looked confused as he pointed down to a long hall perpendicular to the waiting lounge. “It’s just down that way, sir.” He glared at Bryan’s exposed pecs before glaring back at him. 

“Awesome! Thanks dude!” Bryan replied jovially, oblivious to the man’s disdain. As he took his first step, his clothing began a drastic metamorphosis. The frayed cotton of Bryan’s t-shirt regenerated, covering up the exposed areas of his chest and back. The stretching fabric reached the bottoms of his meaty pecs before it split off in two different directions and reformed up by his shoulders. A spiffy shirt collar burst forth and folded around the young man’s neck, quickly accompanied by a stream of buttons that stretched across the center of his torso. An inundation of black stitching then spewed forth, swallowing the ratty blue cotton and rapidly converting it to polyester. It repaired the frayed fibers by his clavicle and promptly stretched slightly past his waist. 

Bryan glanced down, still feeling the same breezy feeling as before. Realizing the top two buttons of his brand new black polo shirt were undone, he let out a dopey laugh and smirked. His pecs were so huge that he always had problems buttoning nice shirts around them. Their heft also reminded him that he was not as agile as he once was. His footfalls, usually quick and thoughtless, were now cumbersome and meticulous. His pecs hardly shook when he walked too, meaning they primarily consisted of thick, impenetrable muscle on display for all to see. 

Leading with his muscular chest now, Bryan entered the narrow hallway, which he nearly filled completely now. It had to only be six feet across or so. He noticed this when a group of office workers had to reposition their group into a single-file line to pass by. “They gotta make these hallways wider, huh?” Bryan bellowed, his voice filling it entirely. No one responded, instead they just averted their gaze. That only caused Bryan to smile broader. It felt kind of empowering to be feared. 

“How’s it going today, guys?!” Bryan bellowed once more to another group of men passing through. As his voice filled the space, The only acknowledgment he received was a few nods and fake smiles. “Buncha stuff-shirts,” he muttered accidentally under his breath. Simultaneously, his back blossomed into a rigid column of muscle, widening and shielding him like a thick turtle shell. His polo was now stretched taut about his burly upper body.

The hallway finally reached an open office area, greeting the burly young man to a sight of gray office cubicles. The sight of people bustling about and the clatter of keyboards typing was not very welcoming. Bryan grimaced and wondered how people did this all day, especially his mother. He imagined the displeased expression on her face when she saw the flirtatious way that he was dressed. But it wasn’t his fault. Looking at his massive upper body, he knew he was bigger than most kids his age and she should understand that it posed some peculiar problems. 

“Whoa!” Bryan exclaimed as he nearly ran into a skinny guy with thick glasses that walked in his way. “Watch it, little man!” he barked as the guy scampered off to which Bryan just rolled his eyes and scoffed. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” he snorted, relieved that he could finally see a vending machine in the distance. His stomach released another growl to reinforce his point. Not only that, but his abdomen enlarged beneath his tight polo, its featureless surface quickly giving way to a tight, rippling eight pack. The taut muscles became so large that they made noticeable indentations beneath his black polo. To complete his new larger stomach, Bryan’s obliques flared out, like a sharp frill guarding his abdomen. The young man’s dark gray board shorts clung tightly around his midsection, but his hunger distracted him from the constrictive sensation. 

Bryan sidled up to the vending machine and excitedly peered inside. Ravenously scouring the collection of cheap snacks, his eyes finally landed on a bright red bag of Skittles. The hungry man promptly inserted his cash and pressed the buttons, his body stretched a few inches taller, now allowing him to see over the dusty roof of the 6’0” tall machine. Thinking nothing of it, he instead watched as the wire spun and the pouch plummeted down. It took Bryan a bit of effort to squeeze his meaty hands inside the machine. When he pulled them back, he noticed that his forearms looked thicker. He smiled, impressed that his daily workouts at the gym had been paying off. Stepping aside from the machine, he noticed his shorts had…black loops over them for some reason? 

He didn’t think about that for too long though as he ravenously tore open the bag and crudely poured a bunch of the sugary candies into his mouth. He began chewing before stopping abruptly. The overwhelmingly sweet taste, something he’d grown up on, did not have the same effect it once did. It tasted much more processed and undesirable now. It tasted so bad that he felt the need to spit it out. Luckily, he noticed a trash can across the hall, so he promptly rushed inside and relieved his tastebuds of that unpleasantness. 

“BLEGGHH!” he exclaimed with disgust before frustratedly chucking the whole bag in the garbage. Why on Earth had he chosen such a sugary snack? His stomach rumbled once again, reminding him that a man his size needed more than just a measly bag of candy for lunch. 

Bryan surveyed the liminal and empty room, noticing a few empty tables, a tall black refrigerator, and a microwave in the corner. His stomach rumbled once more and he remembered that he needed food now. Hesitating for a moment, he quickly scrambled over to the fridge, hoping there would be something for him to sneakily eat that was tastier. It felt a little wrong to steal, but Bryan rationalized that his hunger was more important. Plus, it wasn’t like he worked here. His incongruous attire of a black polo and red gym shorts was a dead giveaway.

Throwing open the door, Bryan was greeted to a fridge stuffed full of food and drinks, most of it labeled. His eyes darted past the array of soda cans and paper bags until they landed on a huge, rectangular piece of blue tupperware on the top shelf. Examining it further, he noticed a yellow post-it note with the name “Bryan” on it. What an odd coincidence.

“Hopefully the other Bryan won’t mind,” Bryan muttered as he picked up the tupperware with his oven mitt sized hands. He smugly snatched a plastic water bottle sitting next to it too. Peering through the clear underside, he could make out a mix of broccoli, rice, and chicken. It looked delicious. He reckoned it must’ve been at least 1200 calories stuffed into that container.

Plopping the tupperware down on a high table, Bryan opened a drawer and grabbed a paper plate. He dumped the contents onto it and placed it in the microwave, his hunger mounting even more. He leaned against the kitchen table and waited, placing his hands on his broad waist for a moment. Feeling the desire to go on his phone while he waited, Bryan reached toward his pocket only to be immediately thwarted by his boxing-glove-sized hands. Mildly perturbed, he opted to instead use two of his fingers to reach inside the small pocket of his tight red gym shorts, which after a few tries, proved successful. However, the iPhone suddenly slipped from his grasp. It would’ve plummeted towards the ground had it not magically latched itself around one of the loops on his shorts. 

“What the hell?” Bryan asked. 

The iPhone swiftly began to radically metamorphosize. First, a black antenna sprouted from the top of it while the rectangular screen grew smaller and smaller. The camera lenses vanished as a black plastic covering swallowed the entire object. Next to the tall antenna, two circular knobs formed on the top, one for the volume and one for channel detection. The power button on the side of the black object swelled larger, becoming a push-to-talk toggle. The volume buttons followed suit and quickly shrunk in size, becoming much less pronounced than before. In a matter of seconds, Bryan’s once rectangular iPhone had been reduced to a much smaller two-way radio. 

“M…my phone!” Bryan said helplessly. He stared at the new radio in disbelief, unable to form the words. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his shorts were vibrating on their own. They slowly unraveled as more fabric materialized from nowhere and draped his thighs and knees. The scarlet hue of his shorts was rapidly darkening, turning into a deep shade of mahogany. The blend of polyester and elastane of his pants converted to a new mix of cotton and nylon. As the shorts reached his knees, they resembled capris. Studying himself further, he noticed a black leather belt coiled around his waist. Had that been there before?

DING! DING! 

Bryan perked up and realized his food was ready. He wasted no time snatching the plate and sitting down at the table. His mind was frenzied, unsure whether to focus on his changing attire or his fervent esurience. Ultimately deciding on the latter, he promptly began devouring the meal while taking huge bites. As he did, he was clueless to his changing lower body. His thighs widened, taking up more and more space on the chair. His shins followed suit as they gradually reached the same circumference. 

As Bryan continued noshing away, he was propelled upward as his rump inflated beneath him, changing from bony to huge and cushiony. Two buttons formed above each round buttcheek while more fabric cascaded past his knees. The maroon hue had blackened in a matter of seconds, becoming a new pair of black pants with distinct creases above his legs. His cock inflated while he ate, changing from unnoticeable to a brazenly visible bulge that was tightly pressed against the fly of his pants. A metal zipper etched itself above his new meaty and mature cock.  For a moment, it remained upright before bending against Bryan’s meaty bulge, expertly displaying it further. If Bryan hadn’t been focused on devouring his food, he would’ve noticed how horny the changes were making him, but instead he quickly grew accustomed to the feeling. A man of his size was often turned on, usually by himself, and he always felt like a walking sex symbol whenever he patrolled the office. To finalize his new manhood, a singular black button appeared just below his pant loops, fastening the tight pants to Bryan’s huge lower body.

His pair of blue and white athletic sneakers were next to change. Years of wear and tear were instantly eliminated as the shoes took on a shiny black hue. Bryan’s mid-length white socks also blackened and dwindled down until they rested around his ankle, becoming much more accommodating to his larger feet. The rubber sole of his new black shoes hardened, making them much more slip-resistant. The young man’s once casual outfit was now an all-black uniform designated for work, right down to his shoes. 

The low sound of footsteps caught Bryan’s attention and he perked up just in time to see a short black man step inside. He was stocky and was adorned in an all-black uniform that delicately hugged his muscled frame. The veins on his arms looked ready to pop. Most interestingly, the man was wearing a cast on his right arm. The stoic expression on his rounded face lightened into a jovial smile as the two made eye contact. “Hey Bryan!” he exclaimed, revealing his shiny white teeth as he walked towards his table. “Long time no see!” 

“Oh…um…hello there,” Bryan replied awkwardly. He still had a mouthful of food and instinctively cupped his hand over his mouth to prevent any food from falling out. 

Hearing his name out loud sounded wrong somehow, like a man of his size didn’t have a name like Bryan. But he didn’t know what else he would be called. 

The short man kept walking closer and closer until he was crouching down to give Bryan a tender side hug. Terribly confused, Bryan wrapped one of his arms around the man’s muscled shoulder and lightly tapped him on the back. “It’s so good to see you, man!” the man said excitedly. 

“Whoa, what happened to your arm?” Bryan asked as the two broke their embrace, unsure of what else to say. He caught a glimpse of his black polo sleeve from the corner of his eye and looked down further at his immense frame. Why had he chosen to wear an all-black uniform to his mom’s work? And why was the guy in front of him wearing the same one?

“Tripped on a goddam rug while renovating my house,” the guy chuckled while sidling up to the fridge. “Gotta be the dumbest fuckin’ reason to break it.” He produced out a tinfoil cylinder and plopped it down on Bryan’s table before he sidled back over and sat in a chair. “How’s the job been, man?” he asked while pulling a sandwich out of its tinfoil prison.

Bryan wasn’t listening. He was too distracted by the thin black uniform he was wearing. It was so unlike his fashion style yet it accentuated his muscles excellently. It cradled his chest, vacuum-pressed his thunderous thighs, and made everything feel…so on display. He never got tired of seeing his huge, juicy…manly…meaty muscles. 

“Ey! Earth to Brent!”

“Huhh?” Brent asked as he perked up and immediately sat up straight. As he did, he felt an itchy feeling start to appear on his chest. It felt like millions of tiny follicles were forming across his exposed cleavage. “What’d you say Andre?” He wondered how he’d known the man’s name, maybe it was on his RFID card. 

“I asked how’s the job been, dummy.” 

“The job’s been…chill,” Brent replied, his mind becoming gradually inundated by testosterone. Millions of tiny black strings began to emerge from his hairless chest as his confusion turned into relaxation. The hair was sprouting with impressive speed too and its distinct ebon hue was impossible to ignore. “I love…working here,” he muttered, his lax tone almost sounded inebriated. Tufts of hair flared across his forearms and legs, spreading up and down his limbs. The clusters of hair connected beneath Brent’s polo, gifting the once hairless teen with much more body hair than the average man. It was odd being a hirsute seventeen-year-old, but that thought didn’t feel permanent. His nipples swelled larger and made circular indentations beneath his polo. Feeling a new itchy feeling, he glanced down and realized how hairy his once barren chest had become. It now had a forest of black hair on prime display for everyone. Seventeen-year-olds didn’t get huge, barrel-size chests, only older men did. Bryan’s conic nipples hardened at the thought. He loved imagining himself as someone different…someone older. He wanted to be somebody more mature if it meant growing larger. 

“Yeah, it’s much better than being a bouncer at a shitty club downtown, isn’t it?” Andre replied before taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Bouncers are assholes,” Brent agreed. His eyes widened as he heard his voice. It sounded lower, like he was imitating his teacher or something. “Dealing with drunk twenty-somethings all night and having to stay awake on shitty energy drinks was the worst!” Brent wondered why he was saying these things. However, to corroborate his words, short flashes of memories of him standing outside a club downtown suddenly came to him. He would have to scan IDs, let in lines of people, and break up the occasional fight.

“We make much better security guards than bouncers,” Andre agreed.

“A real man flaunts his muscles in the daylight,” Brent boomed, feeling impassioned to make any excuse to talk about himself. His voice dropped much lower, residing at a permanent baritone that permanently erased his adolescent vocal squeaks. Vainly he ogled at his own gains once more, obsessed with the feeling of his sexy body on display. 

Andre laughed and rolled his eyes playfully. “Typical Brent, can’t go five minutes without bringing up your goddam muscles.”

“What can I say?” Brent shrugged, although it was less noticeable due to his huge traps. “It’s what they hired me for.” He closed his eyes for a brief moment while memories of him striding down the office halls and outside the front door inundated his head. He’d been here for a few years now. It was a lax place and nothing dramatic ever happened. The simple yet alluring black uniform accentuated his massive body as he flounced around the office, forcing onlookers to gaze at his enormous, masculine body, the very kind that seemed lifted right from the pages of a dirty magazine. He had the body the jocks at his old high school would drool over. He reopened his eyes and smiled even broader. “My muscles are looking pretty great, aren’t they?” he gloated before flexing his arms once more and found himself obsessed with the way the short cotton sleeves curled back, neatly framing his bulging and veiny biceps.

Andre was too busy chewing on his sandwich to reply so Brent continued to feed his ego further. 

“The guys at the gym say I’m a legend. I’m larger than most men in my high school. I was in science class the other day and-”

“You’re still in school?” Andre blurted quizzically. 

“Yeah,” Brent replied, slowly becoming accustomed to his deep, unfamiliar voice. “At least…I think I am.”

Andre chuckled. “Crazy to think it’s been twenty years.”

“Twenty years….” Brent repeated solemnly. “It’s really been twenty years since…high school?” he asked. The sentence didn’t seem true, but the recollections flashing through his head said otherwise. The year he thought he was born was now the year he’d graduated. “Yeah, those really were the days,” he continued, his mouth just a vessel to recite the new memories as they entered his head. “You and me on the football team, partying on the weekends. No worries at all.” Brent’s youthful face started to harden, taking on age and a few additional wrinkles. His hairline crept up a few centimeters, revealing a more prominent forehead. 

Andre nodded in agreement. “That was the shit, man! But we didn’t have muscles like this when we were seventeen!”

Brent smirked. His nose and lips ballooned forth, taking up more space on his face. “Hell nah! Now I gotta worry about credit card bills and I gotta pay alimony for my kids and shit!” His cheeks broadened and his chin rounded out before quickly being covered by a dark black goatee. The hair on his head finished darkening until it was the same shade. The long strands shortened into thin black bristles. Faint wrinkles appeared around Brent’s eyes as more memories came pouring in. He wasn’t just a man in his late thirties; he was a father! Well, a divorced one, but he still made an effort to be a part of his kids’ lives. His son Cameron and daughter Janine were both in elementary school, but not only that, they were black. Brent could remember being a black man too. If he was their biological father, he must’ve been black.

“I know whatchu mean,” Andre replied, oblivious to how the man in front of him was radically shifting. “But the gym makes me feel better than football ever did.”

“For sure,” Brent replied, his head still in a trance. The idea of being a strong black man was latched to his mind and he had trouble remembering what his past life was. He was a single, swinging, ripped bachelor with two kids he loved. The amalgam of fatherly pride and macho adrenaline was a concoction far stronger than any feeling the aging man could ever imagine.

To legitimize his musings, his body rapidly darkened in pigmentation. More melanin saturated his skin cells until they took on a brown pigment. Brent rolled his shoulders and watched the color glide across his formerly pale skin. It was purely intoxicating. Not only did he feel like an older muscular black man, the universe was fulfilling those desires and the realization his skin was changing only inflated his pompous ego further. The past felt so hazy now, but the future full of these exciting new memories seemed so exhilarating and inviting. Brent smiled even broader, revealing his white teeth and excitement to dissolve into this life. He wanted to hold onto this confidence forever. 

He breathed in and out, savoring the new smell of his subtle manly musk. It seemed to take him higher than he ever imagined to the point where he couldn’t remember his old name, or his old life for that matter. All that mattered was being an enormous man who may be self-obsessed and superficial when it came to romantic pursuits, but was still a loving father to his kids. To finalize Brent’s change, a lanyard materialized around his neck with an RFID badge that had a picture of him with the name Trent Robinson. 

A low, garbled voice came through Brent’s walkie-talkie. “Hey Trent! Can you meet me at the south wing?” was all that audible before the stereo cut out.

“Oh damn, looks like I gotta give Eddy his break now,” Trent said, his body was now fully transformed and unrecognizable from the skinny white young man that he used to be. He held out his hand to Andre who promptly gave it a firm high five. “I’ll catch you ‘round though, man. Glad to have you back!” he said before standing up and swaggered out of the breakroom. 

“Later, man,” Andre said before continuing to devour his sandwich wrap.

As Trent stepped back out into the hall, the feeling of sexiness had doubled. There was no more teenage doubt or confusion because he felt fully self-assured as a muscular black man. He was a full-time security guard, the largest in the office in fact, which was a distinction he carried with flagrant pride. His wide and domineering gait left no doubt that he was a musclebound behemoth. His bulge and butt were on full display as he walked, both bouncing with salacious sophistication. 

Accustomed to being the subject of other people’s gawking, it was an open secret that Trent Robinson had a tendency to flirt with every woman in the office. Sometimes even men, but that was something that the muscled stud kept to himself. His lanyard swung between his pecs as he made his rounds, his tree-trunk thighs nearly brushed together as he walked, and his RFID badge dangled just above his abdomen. 

Trent’s firm, hairy chest was always what most people inadvertently looked at as he passed. He loved to make eye contact with all of the older office prudes, it made him seem more intimidating and mystical that way. It was like he was the antithesis to the professional world they were to shut him out of. His tight, ill-fitting clothes always received the dirtiest looks and he loved every second of it. As Trent swaggered around a corner, he found himself in a familiar-looking reception office. He paused as he noticed a familiar-looking raven-haired woman typing on her computer. 

The woman perked up and turned towards Trent. “Hey there handsome, how are you today?” she asked flirtatiously. 

“Hey Sofia,” Trent tenderly replied as he flicked his shirt collar. The python in his pants twitched as he looked at her beautiful smile. “I’m doing well today, I can’t complain,” he replied in his signature low, suave voice that was enough to give anyone goosebumps. As he sidled up to her desk, his enormous chest was now at the receptionist’s eye level. “So what are you doing after work?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t think I have anything planned tonight,” Sofia replied. “What about you?”

“Me neither,” Trent replied. “Maybe we could go out to dinner tonight? Maybe we could go to that one fancy place at Vine and Jackson?”

“Oh Rutherford’s, I love that place!” Sofia piped up excitedly. Her tits bounced when she did and Trent’s cock bobbed in his pants once more. “I’d like that a lot” she added sweetly. 

“Awesome, how about I pick you up at 7?” Trent said while drumming his finger on the reception desk.

“Yes, that sounds perfect!”

“Great!” Trent said. As he stood upright again, his muscle tits bounced and Sofia got a show of her own. The two had been going out for a month or so and enjoyed each other’s company immensely. Trent was always a true gentleman during their dinners, but the real fun began after when Trent took Sofia back to his house. Over the last month, the two had found that they were extremely sexually compatible, often going multiple rounds deep into the night. Trent was so grateful his kids didn’t live with him so the two could be as loud as they wanted. “We’ll have quite a fun night,” he said with a wink.

“I’ll see you then, Trent!”

“See you then, babe,” he said while playfully mouthing a kiss with his huge lips. The macho stud then swaggered away. The feeling of his semi-erect dick and butt bouncing in his pants never got old and it made him feel like a walking sex symbol. The only thing on his mind was the exciting night of passion that awaited him.  

Some fatty superheroes hehe