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Massive & Mindless

--- Original creation #3 ---

"You want to be a jock?"

Asher, the school's quarter back looked at you quizzically.

You didn't look like the type that would be interested given your small frame and size.

"Hmm. No can do I think. Not like this at least"

You became nervous as the quarter back stepped closer to you, giving a clearer view of his pecs that were nearly spilling out his stringer tanktop.

"You see," he started saying as he grabbed onto your arms, lifting them both up. "you need some serious arm muscle if you want to do a ball sport".

Pure ecstasy came over you as your arms expanded in size. You looked at your arms as you flexed them seeing them grow even larger in size.

Barely recovered from the kick you feel his hands touch your chest.

"Of course, you can't move your arms well if you don't have good pecs to match"

Immediately you felt the pull your shoulders pulling on your chest. What was once flat had now become two slim yet firm slabs of muscle to accompany your new strong arms.

"How could I forget about a good core?" Asher said, thoroughly enjoying your face of pure euphoria.

He now looks you in the eye as you feel him draw a line vertically across your chest. Next, you feel his finger go horizontally. As you look down you can see his work. Where his finger went were now deep grooves forming an impressive core, including beautifully sculpted obliques.

As you look up your eyes meet again and you could feel a heat start to rise inside you.

"You've also got to be able to withstand a good bash, can't have you falling on your ass while on the field" Asher said.

You feel your legs grow. The gap between is slowly closing with pure muscle. Soon you find that you can feel your thighs touching each other.

All the while, the heat inside you kept growing. You could feel your excitement rise.

"You need to have a good grip on the ground as well"

Your feet swelled, only able to accommodate size 13 now.

"Of course we like to have fun as well after our games" Asher said, shamelessly staring at the out print of your cock visible on your shorts.

"Like your muscles, we like it massive"

You already knew what was coming. You felt his touch and as he did you could feel your dick grow. It reached a bigger size than you had even seen before.

"Like your teammates, we like it mindless"

You could feel his hands plant themselves on the sides of your face as his face closed in on yours. A pair of lips planted themselves on your face as you felt his stubble rub against your skin.

If you weren't fully excited already, now you were. As you kept kissing Asher you could feel a haze encroach your mind. Every second, you felt your concerns, your worries, everything fading away.

You had reached cloud nine.

As Asher broke contact, he couldn't help but smile.

You were lost in pure bliss. You hadn't even noticed as a slight bit drool escaped from the sides of your mouth.

As a final act Asher stood right up against you. You could feel his crotch straining against yours. As he placed his forehead on yours you could feel new thoughts entering your mind.

Strategies, faces of your teammates, times spent together after practice.

What you would have considered foreign moments ago now felt right, it felt normal.

It felt like it always had been. Like the jock you've always been.

Booster Shot

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The male nurse picked up a file from the tray, scanned it quickly, and turned to me. "Martin? Here for the injection?" It was only me and two elderly ladies in the waiting room. "Yes," I said, getting up from reading a year-old home improvement magazine. "This way," the nurse said and started walking down the corridor from which he had emerged.

Many doors down we turned into a well-equipped procedure room and he motioned for me to sit on the bed with the back part raised, paper rolled out on it. "I prefer the seated position, if you don't mind."

"It's fine with me," I said, wondering if anyone did it lying down. I guess some people are really scared of needles or may pass out.

He spent some time preparing things on the bench along the wall and came back with a small tray. Then a quick swipe with a wet wipe, an expertly made injection, and a small band-aid to cover it up. "It will only take a few seconds," he said. "A few seconds for what?" I thought before everything went out of focus.

It took a bit to reorient myself. The sensation was a mix of orgasm and pain as the man kneaded my chest. "Good, you are waking up. The sedative took you harder than most." He was standing right behind me, one hand on each breast, and forcefully rubbing, squeezing, and kneading them.

"So for the next week you want to massage the area every second hour until the myalgia subsides. I'll give you sleeping pills for two nights and painkillers for four days. Now the injections are basically chemically induced eccentric muscle contractions, so just like with traditional muscle exercise there will be some inflammation over the next few days. You'll gain a cup size or two, but it will mostly recede. It is very important though that you keep up with chest exercises daily for the next three weeks so the muscle fibers heal correctly. After that you just need maintenance exercise just like any other muscle. I know you are still light-headed, but all of this is in the paper I'll send you home with. I want you to rest for half an hour before you leave and change shirt of course." He suddenly realizes I don't have anything with me except the clothes on my body. "You didn't bring an extra shirt?"

"No, I'm here for the flu shot."

Every like I get from the livestream grows me a little bit more. As the meat piles on more and more, the views just quickly pouring in more and more too. And when the views increase, the likes compounded even faster.

It’s just a matter of seconds before I bulge out of my workout clothes, and the subsequently the bench. But I don’t see myself ending the livestream anytime soon.

Got pecs?

The Way You Look Tonight

A little Valentine's Day story I wrote for my favourite @mrwavellswaps.

~~~

“Okay, say that again just so I’m clear.” Libby raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee, a quizzical expression pointed in the direction of her friend Lewis. 

Lewis blushed a little. “I was wondering if you’d help me do something romantic for valentine's day by using your magic to transform my boyfriend into his ideal self?” He said, looking slightly embarrassed by being forced to repeat the request. 

“And why exactly do you think I’d do something like that?” She replied as her coffee cup still hovered in the air without her having to hold it. 

Lewis winced. “Because I’m your oldest friend and you love me a lot and this is the first guy I’ve got this serious with?” 

“Firstly, you’re wrong.” Libby scoffed. “Zero is my oldest friend, I’ve known him at least 50 years longer than you.”

A small red dragon poofed into existence around Libby’s shoulders and sent a small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction in a way of saying hello. Despite looking like a woman in her late 20’s, Libby was far older than she looked. Lewis had never asked exactly how old for fear of being rude to a powerful witch, but he’d worked out she couldn’t be younger than 80. They’d met when Lewis was just a kid and his family had moved in next door to her, and now here he was over 20 years later having coffee with a woman that hadn’t aged a day since they first met. 

“Secondly,” Libby continued, her expression softening. “Of course I’ll help you Lewis. Least I could do for my oldest human friend after all. It’s not like it would be too hard either. For normal witches maybe, but it’s pretty simple stuff when you’ve been kicking around as long as me.”

Lewis let out a sigh of relief. Part of him had been expecting a flat no, or to have to beg more, so this had been easier than expected. “You will? Seriously Lib you have no idea how much this means. He’s going to shit a brick when he realises all the witchy occult stuff is actually real.”

“You want me to make him do that too? Because I can, you know. It wouldn’t be the first time either, though I’d probably be gentler on Oscar when the brick comes out than-”

Lewis sputtered through the mouthful of tea he’d just drank. “No! No, god no. I don’t need my boyfriend shitting an actual brick thank you, just the physical transformation is fine.” 

Libby shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but it was obvious she was hiding a laugh. “Suit yourself little Lewis, each to their own or whatever that saying is. February fourteenth when you want it to happen then? Sometime in the early morning so you can enjoy it?”

Lewis smiled. “Yeah, that would be perfect honestly. And you’re sure this isn’t too much to ask?”

“Not in the slightest.” Libby smiled affectionately, as if a mother would at a son, at Lewis. “You’ve never asked for anything Lewis, you even turned down my offer to help you cheat on your exams as a teenager. Lewis, no one does that. So this one thing? Of course I’ll do it, especially when you and Oscar are the cutest couple I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lewis blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you Libby, really.”

“You’re welcome.” Libby grabbed the coffee cup from where it still hung in the air and drained the last of it. “Now, as much as I’d love to sit around and chat, I’ve got several rare ingredients to go and gather, and a nice big steak to cook up for Zero here.” The small dragon around Libby’s shoulders chirped happily, then let out another small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction before he vanished again. 

“So the morning of the fourteenth?” Lewis asked once he’d stood up and slid his coat back on. Libby nodded. “The morning of the fourteenth, three days' time. Three days before everything changes.”

In a dramatic flash Libby vanished from the cafe and left Lewis standing alone by their table. He waved goodbye to the owner as he walked towards what appeared to be a solid brick wall, only to pass straight through it. Witch cafe’s hid themselves to ordinary folk like him usually to allow their patrons the freedom to be themselves, he could only get in because Libby had brought him there first. He walked out of the alleyway he’d emerged in from the cafe, and glanced around before he slipped out and blended back in with the rest of the crowd to carry on with his day.

~~~

Valentine’s Day couldn’t come quick enough for Lewis. The three days between his chat with Libby and when he finally woke up in bed with Oscar that morning felt like they took years, but he was finally there. The two of them regularly stayed over at each other’s places, it was rare they spent a night apart at this point, and this time they were curled up in Lewis’s bed. 

“Morning sleepyhead…” Oscar said softly as he kissed the back of Lewis’s neck. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Lewis let out a low groan in acknowledgement as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Morning babe…” 

There was a chuckle from behind him and another kiss pressed against the back of Lewis’s neck. “Never been a morning person have you? I’ll get you coffee.”

“No… don’t get out of bed.” Lewis whined as he reached behind him to grab Oscar’s arm. “You’re warm…” He mumbled. 

Lewis was trying to pass it off as just his usual morning sleepiness, which was half true, but in reality he didn’t want his boyfriend to leave because he knew his gift should be kicking in any second. “As soon as you’re both awake it’ll start, best way I can time it.” Libby had texted him the previous evening. He didn’t want to miss a second of what was about to happen. 

Both Lewis and Oscar were fairly average in the looks department. Not unattractive by any definition, but not the absolute knockout’s that both of them tended to thirst over either. Lewis was a tiny bit shorter than his boyfriend, just over 5’8 whereas Oscar stood at around 5’11. He was slightly more well built than his boyfriend too, being the only one of the two of them that attempted any kind of activity in the gym left him with a small amount more muscle than the relatively slim build Oscar had. There was the hair too. Both had a similar colour brown hair, but Lewis tended to keep a full beard and had a decent amount more body hair than Oscar, who himself kept his facial hair trimmer fairly short. 

Oscar smiled and settled back down onto the bed as Lewis rolled over to face him. “If you want to stay in bed all day that’s more than okay with m-” A strange shiver ran through Oscar’s body and he groaned, then ran his hand over his forehead with an obvious look of discomfort. “Fuck… something’s up babe!”

Lewis sat bolt upright, his eyes wide as a shimmer of what he recognised as Libby’s magic ran over Oscar’s entire body. “Listen babe, it’s okay. Just let it happen and I’ll explain afterwards okay? This is my Valentine’s day gift to you, I promise the discomfort will be worth it!”

There was a flash of recognition in Oscar’s eyes that confused Lewis for a moment, but no words as his lover continued to groan and shift around uncomfortably. Lewis was a little worried, right up until the first signs of the transformation started. 

Oscar’s body started to get pulled outwards in every direction. It was like someone was blowing air into his body as his previously skinny frame started to expand, only Lewis could tell it was muscle and not air that was filling his boyfriend’s body up. Oscar had always had a slender, narrow build, so one of the first things the magic did as he started to grow was to push his shoulders wider, which broadened his whole body. He looked a good deal more thickly set now, and the muscle had barely started to grow from what Lewis could see.

“Fucking hell Lewis…” Oscar said as he felt the changes push his body further along.

Now he’d gotten broader, the magic had far more room to start to pile the muscle onto his body. Oscar’s shoulders grew wider still as they became two thick boulders, a powerful looking frame that was almost double what he’d been moments ago. This in turn pulled his back outwards as his lats flared out to keep up with the massive increase in size. The lines of muscle that ran across the massive expanse of flesh that was now Oscar’s back could be seen under the slight layer of fat there; a sign of what was to come. His arms didn’t miss out either, as biceps and triceps beefed up just like his back and shoulders had. They were forced out to the sides as his new biceps warred for space with his back muscles; he’d have to walk with that familiar swagger of a bulky jock that couldn’t quite fit his arms down by his sides.

Lewis could instantly tell what was next and he watched Oscar reach up and start to grab at his chest. The muscle pushed out around his fingers as he kneaded the two slabs, larger and thicker until it was like two watermelons had been shoved under his skin. Oscar’s new pecs were large and heavy, soft as he squeezed them, but Lewis knew they’d be hard as a rock if his lover flexed. Added to that was a strong core. He didn’t have visible abs under the slight layer of fat that covered them, but along with the hair that was starting to grow up and over the front of his body it gave Oscar a very sexy muscled torso.

Along with the hair that had started to cover his new torso, the hair on his head wasn’t spared either. Everything took on a lighter blond tone as it thinned out a touch on top of his head, shaved almost completely. His facial hair grew fuller too, an even layer of blond hair across a stronger jaw that Lewis couldn’t wait to feel as it scratched against his skin.

“I can’t believe… You had this idea too…” Oscar panted as the changes to his face finished up. “Haven’t noticed… Have you…?” He continued when all he got from Lewis was a very confused look.

Lewis couldn’t work out what his boyfriend was going on about. He glanced down, fully expecting to see his regular self, only to find a pair of massively muscular, hairy thighs in place of what he knew should be there. Lewis ran his hands over them, though the dense hair and new muscle as he marvelled at the sight. He’d always wanted to be bigger, hence why he attempted to workout when he could, but had never made enough progress to have thighs easily bigger than his head. 

“W-What the fuck??” He exclaimed. “Libby was supposed to do you, not me!”

Oscar huffed out a laugh. “You too huh? We really do share the same brain cell don’t we?”

“B-But you don’t know-” 

Lewis didn’t get a chance to say anymore before both men’s changes continued. Now Lewis was aware of them he could watch in awe as his body grew just as Oscar’s did. Though going in opposite directions, both had reached the point where their cocks, balls and asses had come time to change. Lewis still couldn’t feel anything despite being able to see that his ass was expanding before his eyes, unlike Oscar who was once again back to groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. Two large muscular cheeks topped off the massive thighs that had appeared out of nowhere, whilst Oscar’s own larger ass was just the beginning of the change to his lower body. 

The pair watched as their cocks grew to their full hardness. They were both fairly average in that department, somewhere between five and six inches for both. Only, once they were both as hard as they knew they could get, their cocks kept going. Their lengths continued to get harder, a few more inches of length at least were added on if either man had to guess. Along with that, their balls grew swollen and heavy with cum, and rounded out the changes that left the two with huge packages between their legs. 

Now that part of their bodies had finished up, Oscar and Lewis were back to changing in opposite directions. For Oscar whose upper body had completely transformed, all that was left for him was his legs. He could hardly be expected to hold all the new size with his comparatively tiny legs, so they soon followed suit with his ass and grew muscular and thick just as Lewis’s lower body already had. Oscar had finally finished growing. The new jock flopped back on the bed and panted a little more as he caught his breath, and enjoyed the sight of his massive chest as it heaved up and down with each gulp of air.

Meanwhile, Lewis was still watching himself. Massive hairy thighs and a well above average cock already gained, he got to marvel at the sight of the transformation as it continued its way upwards. His stomach was a little more defined than Oscar’s was from what he could see as it hardened, but it was becoming hard to see clearly under the pelt of hair that was growing up his torso past his abs. He’d always loved body hair, so the thick layer of it over his legs and now upper body was a welcome sight to Lewis.

Although he didn’t have the same intense feelings, Lewis was actually a little glad for that as his chest started to swell as he’d watched Oscar’s do moments earlier. There was a noticeable difference in how his chest felt the bigger the muscles grew, a delicious weight to them that Lewis knew he wouldn’t ever get bored of. As he reached up to grab at two hairy mounds, Lewis realised his arms too had grown substantially bigger as he’d been distracted by his chest. He folded his arm up and flexed, unable to help the grin that spread over his face.

“Looks like you’re almost finished.” Oscar said from where he laid to watch Lewis grow. “Enjoying my present to you then?” He continued with a knowing smirk on his handsome face. 

Lewis looked up from his body. “You fucking bet I am! Did… Did you go to Libby too? How did you know she was a witch?” He asked, since he hadn’t known that Oscar knew magic even existed. 

Oscar shrugged. “It was an accident honestly. I walked in on her doing magic to fix her makeup at that party we had last summer, and apparently she ‘couldn’t be fucked with more damn mind wiping bullshit that month’, so just sat me down at showed me everything. Swore me to secrecy, and I guess she didn’t think to mention you knew about her abilities too. I asked her about a week ago if it was at all possible to do this to you, and she said yes.”

“I’ve known since I was ten babe, when she made me float whilst babysitting me.” Lewis snorted with laughter at the memory.

Oscar sat up and reached out to cup Lewis’s cheek with one hand. “Now look at you, all grown up into a big strong man thanks to her magic…” 

The hand against his face made Lewis realise two things. Firstly, that Libby had already known about Oscar’s request when he’d asked and never mentioned it, or that he now knew about her magic. Secondly, was the full, bushy beard he now apparently had. He could feel the hair under Oscar’s hand pressed against his skin, and had once again not noticed himself change. He’d have to ask Libby about both of those things when he got a chance, but right now he was more focused on his gorgeous boyfriend.

Lewis twisted around and grabbed a couple of valentine’s day themed teddy bears off the nightstand they’d given each other last night, then turned back to face Oscar. “Well.. This was certainly the best Valentine's day ever, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, I think these two were absolutely my favourite gift today…” Oscar held his arms out towards Lewis, but just when he thought his lover was going to grab at the teddy bears, instead he gave Lewis’s pecs a hard squeeze.

Lewis moaned. “Oh fuck babe… Don’t stop!”

Oscar happily complied. He shuffled a little closer on the bed and continued to squeeze his boyfriend’s new hairy pecs. Lewis couldn’t stop himself when he pushed his chest forwards a little and closed his eyes to enjoy all the new feelings; the even denser layer of hair over his chest, the juicy pecs his lover was playing with, everything about his new self felt unbelievable.

Things heated up from there. Oscar enjoyed Lewis’s pecs, but there was something else his body was urging him to do as well. He let go and got even closer, then before Lewis quite knew what was going on, Oscar had lifted up one of his boyfriend’s arms and pressed his face into his armpit. Oscar breathed deeply once there, then sighed as he took in the new intense smell. 

“God you smell fucking good…” Oscar mumbled into the dense bush of hair as he took it all in. “Don’t you dare fucking shower today, god damn…” 

Lewis raised an eyebrow as he watched the curious scene of his boyfriend going crazy for his scent. “Then you better stay down there and enjoy it babe, make the most of it today, because I’m gonna have to shower one day.” He said as he brought a hand to the back of Oscar’s head and held his lover deep under his arm. 

Oscar’s cock was pressed tightly against Lewis’s leg as he inhaled the delicious smell. It was ripe and musky, an intense stink that fogged up his brain and had his cock leaking all over the skin it was trapped against. Oscar thrust his hips gently as he took it all in, which inadvertently made his furred stomach rub up against Lewis’s cock, and drive them both harder towards their orgasm. They were both already rock hard from the transformations, and both knew it wouldn’t take much more to tip them over the edge.

“Come on babe, take it all in… You love it don’t you? Me finally stinking like a real man should.” Lewis said as he started to rock his hips back in time with Oscar’s movements. “Maybe I just won’t shower for a while, let it get real strong. Would that be a good Valentine’s day gift for you?”

Oscar nodded. Just the idea of his boyfriend’s smell growing even stronger drove him insane with lust. He pressed himself deeper and continued inhaling, then before he realised he was so close, he came all over Lewis’s hairy thigh. He moaned into his boyfriend’s armpit as he rocked his hips a couple more times and felt a splatter against his stomach, accompanied by a deep groan from above him. Lewis had cum too as the pair got lost in their new selves. 

~~~

Three days later Oscar and Lewis were sitting in the same magic friendly cafe Lewis had met Libby in a week ago. The witch once again sat across the table and sipped a coffee as she admired her work. Both men had turned out even better than expected, and were dressed appropriately for their new selves too. Both had gone for sleeveless hoodies, partially unzipped to show off every inch of their new hunky bodies. 

“So you like how you’ve ended up? No notes on anything you’d like different?” Libby asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer already.

The pair shared a look, and both shook their heads at the same time. “No, we’re actually great as is I think.” Oscar said.

“I was wondering one thing actually…” Lewis leant forwards in his chair a little. “Why didn’t I feel myself changing? Oscar was moaning up a storm, but I didn’t even notice it happening. 

Libby waved a hand dismissively. “Oh that’s quite simple. You’re used to what magic feels like, mine in particular. You’ve been surrounded in it since you were a child, so it was only natural you didn’t feel it working on your body. You’ve never felt it before when I’ve helped you get over illnesses faster than usual without telling you, so why would you have felt this?”

Lewis blinked. “You… You really did that?” Lewis paused as he thought about it, and realised she was telling the truth. He’d never been ill for very long for as far back as he could remember. “Huh, well thank you I guess.”

“It’s no trouble dear. Now, you two be sure to enjoy those bodies okay? Reality will settle around you, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed. So have fun!”

Both men smiled warmly at the witch. “We will Libby, we’ll make the most of it, you can be sure of that!” Oscar said and tucked his hands in pockets. The small, velvet box inside there felt like it was burning his hand as he stared at Lewis. He had been waiting for just the right moment, and something told him that moment would be coming up any day now.

Muscle BULL

(at time of writing muscle bull won the vote so I hope you enjoy)

Mikey took one last picture in front of the gym mirror, showing off every bulging muscle of his tight and toned frame. He typed his wish into the ask box "I wish for a change (but I wanna keep my muscle)" and looked into the mirror waiting for his changes to begin.

As soon as he pressed send Mikey felt his body begin to pulse and swell. He heard the sound of his skin stretching as his muscles swelled up underneath. Mikey grabbed his pec feeling it bulge and swell bigger, the pulses of growth matching his heart beat.

"ah, fuck yeaahhhh" Mikey moaned flexing in the mirror.

The growth began to slow down, Mikey put on some cloths feeling them tight over his massive body, unable to stop flexing to himself and laughing at how muscle bigger he had grown. He left the locker room to test his new massive body in the gym.

After an hour in the gym Mikey realised he had lifted a barbell maybe once. He was too busy staring at his massive frame in the gym mirror. Other guys around him looked puny, he looked almost over grown but he loved the size.

Mikey took a deep breath flexing again but feeling something strange in his pelvis. A butterfly like sensation stirring in his groin, Mikey looked down and moaned watching as the fabric around his dick expanded and stretched out. His eyes widened and he bit his bottom lip watching it expand and grow bigger. Mikey got up and left the gym, in such a rush he forgot his bag, he got in his car feeling another surge of growth. Driving home as fast as he legally could Mikey anxiously rubbed his groin feeling a surge of pleasure as he touched it. He wanted to lift up his waist band but was even more desperate to enjoy himself as soon as he saw what was under it.

Mikey pulled up in his driveway getting out of his car, feeling what felt like his balls now so big they rubbed against his thighs. Suddenly another pulse of growth washed over his groin.

"AWWWW FUCCKKKKKKK" Mikey moaned out falling back to lean on the side of his car.

Mikey tried to run to his door but it was more of a waddle feeling the squeeze in-between his legs, Mikey shut his door and leant against it, staring up at the ceiling he moaned feeling one last massive surge. **RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP**

Mikey heard his gym shorts tear apart and felt his underwear snap. Mikey let out a excited laugh looking down at his new package but it wasn't his dick that he saw. Mikey's face quickly soured as he saw a massive pink udder sagging in place of where his dick would be.

"w..w...w-WHAT THE FUCK" Mikey started to panic, grabbing onto one of his new four dick.

Another sudden pulse hit him and Mikey watched as his new sagging udder swelled up even more he felt it become tight, and then painfully tight, completely full.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK"

Mikey slid down against his door until he was sitting on the floor. He placed both his hands around the massive round udder. All four of his dicks began to leak pre.

"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"

Mikey started jerking one of his dicks, his head fell back slamming against the door as he felt the best pleasure he's felt in his entire life. It was barely 30 second before he came and his dick squirted cum over his chest and wall. Mikey couldn't help but move onto the next one, feeling the intense pleasure, and again and then again. By the time he finished one another was rock solid. Mikey stood up wiping the cum off his massive body, moaning at his full cock udder than still felt like it was gonna burst.

Mikey walked to his bedroom and saw his huge body in the mirror, he flexed and posed his new huge muscles, he was the biggest man he's ever seen. His body took up most of his mirror and his giant hand struggled to hold his phone. His eyes wondered down his enormous frame.

Mikey let out a deep sigh dropping his phone on the ground. He stared at the massive cock udder that was now the size of a beach ball. He wrapped both his hands around his, jiggling it up and down hearing sloshing from inside. The four dicks instantly became hard from the slightest touch. Mikey have it a slight squeeze watching as all four dicks squirted cum onto his mirror.

"Oh god, I look like a fucking cow..."

---

hope you ladz can enjoy this one, its been a while and I'm trying to get back into the swing of it all.

Headphones In, Guns Out

Bradley entered the weight room. He took out his phone and plugged in his headphones. He then went into Spotify and selected a new workout playlist the algorithm suggested for him a few days ago. As the music began playing he began warming up.

bruh

He was doing upper body today, wanted to see his chest and arms clearly defined under his t-shirts and hoodies.

just a dumb brah

He found his way to the free weights section, took two dumbbells in his hands and began doing bicep curls.

fuckin' pump that iron dude

He went through the three sets and felt... like it wasn't that hard, actually. Motivated by this feeling, he moved over to an unoccupied bench and put on some weights on the bar.

wearin' that sweaty tank bro

Wow, he was sweating from all that exercise, this workout was feeling so different.

such a dumb bull, a strong bull

He finished rep after rep, lifting the bar as if it was made from feathers. Goin' great, yeah bro?

a bull needs a trainer

Huh?

a sweaty jock follows his Coach

Oh, the playlist is looping already? Huh, thought it was longer. Whatever, let's continue with the lifting.

bruh

just a dumb brah

Wow, he could actually see some pump on his arms. Damn, dude...

fuckin' pump that iron dude

wearin' that sweaty tank bro

Oh yeah! He finished another set and he felt great. His bros would beg for guns like his, duhuhuhuh...

such a dumb bull, a strong bull

Wait... what?

a bull needs a trainer

What bros?

a sweaty jock follows his Coach

Bradley looked down... and he was huge! His whole body had clearly defined muscles, and his now t-shirt, damp form sweat, was straining against his pecs and shoulders. And... and he didn't have any bros, he wasn't a dumb jock like that, he wasn't some strong bull! Bradley grabbed the cable of his headphones and was about to--

BRUH

JUST A DUMB BRAH

FUCKIN' PUMP THAT IRON DUDE

WEARIN' THAT SWEATY TANK BRO

SUCH A DUMB BULL, A STRONG BULL

A BULL NEEDS A TRAINER

A SWEATY JOCK FOLLOWS HIS COACH

...

BRUH

...

PUMP THAT IRON

...

SWEATY

...

DUMB BULL

...

TRAINER

...

JOCK FOLLOWS COACH

...

--Brady let out a dumb chuckle as he added more weights to the bar before going back to lifting. Up and down. Up and down. Rep after rep, set after set. He was such a strong bull. A beast his Coach would be proud of.

As he lifted the bar for a hundredth time he thought about that party his bros invited him to. Dude, that will be sick, bro.

Duhuhuhuhuhuh, look at these guns bruh.

Such a dumb and strong bull, brah!

Superfood

“You know, these actually ain’t bad,” Philip remarked with a stoned goofiness, his words somehow several octaves lower and distorted with the next berry between his teeth, as thick hair sprouted all over his body.


Derek and Jerome looked at each other with shock and utter speechlessness. ‘Was this really happening?’ each of their looks conveyed.


———


Philip, Derek, and Jerome were high school friends who had found their way to the same university by some stroke of luck. The three were inseparable through their years of friendship, spending most weekends at each other’s houses playing FIFA or Smash Bro’s and taking part in the same activities (theater, academic decathlon, lit mag, Model U.N., you name it). With their interests, they were also all equally bullied throughout their years, often called nerds and queers—which wasn’t really far off from the truth: they were all very bookish and bright, plus Philip and Derek were both famously bisexual while Jerome was proudly gay (much to the chagrin of his bigoted parents, who hid their hate behind their faith). None of them were knockout gorgeous, but none of them were butt fucking ugly either. As a matter of fact, they were all perfectly average, and each was content in that fact. They didn’t really have eyes for each other—or at least no one was going to admit it—but they did occasionally experiment with one another on the weekends. You know, the “practice” make out sessions here, the “practice” handies there, plenty of group masturbation in the name of “bro stuff.” They didn’t know why they bought into heteronormativity, but it certainly helped to not complicate things. More than anything, they were dear friends, each of them trusting enough with the other to confide in and find comfort when they needed it. And high school was pure and total torture to people like them, so they needed a lot of it.


But as luck would have it, these three friends were now freshmen at the flagship university of their home state, their dutiful years in high school finally paying off. As soon as each of them moved into their respective dorms, they reconvened in the main quad, wrapping each other in a hug, thrilled to begin this new chapter of their lives together.


They were about two month into their first semester and the weather was starting to change. The unbearably hot, muggy, humid days were finally behind them, and the crisp autumn air was finally starting to make its debut. Not too hot, not too cold—the most perfect time of the year. The three decided that now would be a good time to go camping at Derek’s family farm land, just to catch up on what everyone’s been up to in their respective degree fields. Derek would pay for the gas/provide the locale/provide the materials, Philip would buy the weed, and Jerome would get the food.


As each of them went about their chores gathering supplies that Saturday morning before they left, Jerome made his way to the town farmer’s market to pick up some fresh bites. In addition to the deli meats, bread, and condiments for sandwiches he had bought at the supermarket, Jerome picked up some fresh fruits and veggies, a few artisan snack items from local vendors, and some fresh-pressed bottled juices. ‘Not a bad setup,’ Jerome thought as he gathered his bags and made his way to the bus stop.

In the parking lot, Jerome heard a few “Yoo-hoo!”s from the corner of the parking lot. He surveyed his environment and his eyes landed on a sweet looking old black woman near the tree line. She was wrapped in a shawl and had a slight hunch to her frame. Jerome would never trust an invitation like that from some rando white lady in a parking lot, but this woman reminded him a lot of his grandmother. ‘She must need help,’ Jerome concluded as he made his way towards her.


He arrived a few feet from her and lowered his bags gently to the ground, “You need some help, ma’am?” His parents were mean as dirt, but they did instill some good manners in him.


“Well, ain’t you kind,” she cooed, “No, no, I’m just looking to sell you some of my wares.” She gestured behind her at a wide bucket full of greenery wrapped in rubberbands. Each bunch looked like a bundle of twigs with many bright red berries attached to each sprig.


“Ah, no, but thank you, I think I have enough, I don’t want to miss the—“


“Oh, but you just got to, child! A strapping young man like you would really benefit from berries like this…”

Jerome blushed with a grin and scratched the back of his head. 


“Tell ya what, son… I’ll sell a whole heap of ‘em to you for… well, let’s keep it simple and just say a dollar, now how’s that sound?” she offered with a motherly tone.


“Hmm.. well, what are they?”


“Oh, let’s just say they’re a-a.. what do y’all call it now?.. oh-oh, a superfood!” she responded with infectious enthusiasm.


“Superfood, right?” Jerome considered for a moment. He reached for his wallet, “Alright, deal! What’s a dollar, anyways?” He handed her a crisp dollar bill with a grin.


“That’s the spirit! Coming right up,” she pocked the dollar and turned and picked out several rubberband-wrapped bunches of the berry-rich twigs, placing them in a plastic bag she pulled out her her pocket.


“Woah, woah, now I don’t want to rob you of your-“


“No, no, no, nonsense! I got plenty more where that came from!” she put the bag in his hand and gave a few cheery laughs, patting his hand.


“You’re very kind, ma’am. Why me, though? I didn’t see you talking to anyone else.” 


She thought for a moment, “Ya know, I got what they call a sixth sense,” she explained, thinking she must’ve been the first to think of such a description. “I called out to you, you were so kind to respond—offered to help me, even!—and you’re just the sweetest thing, so a young man like you deserves something as special as these.” she gave him another heart-melting grandmotherly grin and took his hand to pat it some more.


“Well, thank you ma’am. Have a nice day!”

He picked up his bags, setting the bag of berries inside, and started walking to the bus stop, hearing the bus distantly approaching. Wait till he tells Derek and Philip about this, some old lady offering him an army’s portion—and for just one dollar—of… wait, what even were they?


He turned to ask, “What kind of berries did you sa-…”

He looked where she was when he saw her first, but she was gone. Her, her wide bucket of berries, gone. He looked quickly around the parking lot but didn’t see a trace of her. ‘She’s like 90,’ he thought, ‘she couldn’t have gone that far.’


He heard the exhaust of the bus hiss as it slowed to a halt. He turned and broke into a light jog to make the bus. Didn’t want to keep Derek and Philip waiting.


———

The ride to the farm was easy and quick, just two hours away from campus. They listened to some great music on the way there (Philip had always been an incredible DJ for their long car rides), cracked jokes, and talked about the sites they saw along the way.

They finally arrived in the early afternoon. It was a gorgeous piece of land, with wide open skies, clean air, and rolling hills. They decided to set up camp right outside Derek’s family farmhouse, a rickety little shack with at least some running water and an indoor bathroom. What?! They came out here to be out in the air and reconnect, not to rough it, piss on trees, and drink from streams; “camping” was just the easiest way to put it!

Jerome sat the bags of food on the picnic table they kept on the side of the house, setting everything out in a buffet style. He put the berries among the other fruit, thinking nothing of it.

Derek set up the tent: a small circle of 3 camping chairs, a dinky little 4 person tent he’d used all through high school during these types of outings. To say it fit 4 would be generous; they would definitely be sleeping body to body tonight. Whatever, it would keep them warm, and when you’ve swapped tongues had each other’s dicks in your hands, personal space didn’t really matter anymore. He brought some wood from the wood pile over in case they wanted to make a fire later.

Philip sat at the picnic table, unpacked his chunky baggie of weed, his purple metal grinder, and a little marble-designed tray he used for rolling from his backpack, and went to work rolling joints for the three of them. He started with 6. That ought to be plenty for today, tonight, and tomorrow for the three of them, but he had more than enough for rolling if they wanted it.

Derek and Jerome were talking about their classes, each expressing dismay with the oversimplified nature of intro classes. As Philip licked the paper at the end of the roll for the last one, Derek reached over his shoulder, still locked in conversation and grabbed a banana. Jerome listened attentively, nodding in agreement occasionally as he picked up an orange from the pile, immediately pealing it. Jerome and Derek had ditched their shirts, free to violate social norms now that they were out in the country, and Philip considered doing the same for a moment. ‘Fuck it,’ he thought and removed his shirt too. He always felt cautious being too showy around Derek and Jerome. They were all regrettably hairless and, again, fully average in every way, but Philip had a slight leg up on them. He had a slightly more pronounced chest and abdomen, plus the very slightest hint of toned arms of the bunch, all of which he credited to working as part of the crew during theater all through high school (crew usually did all the hard work and heavy lifting). He hated making Derek and Jerome feel smaller, but he wasn’t going to be the only one fully clothed. He wasn’t going to be the only one not eating, either. Philip stood up from the picnic table and surveyed his options. There was plenty to choose from, but a bag of what looked like berries on stems caught his eye.

“Fuck’s this?” he interrupted Jerome and Derek.

Jerome looked back, “Oh, funny story. Some old woman at the farmer’s market sold me them for dirt cheap. Said they were a ‘superfood’ too.”

“You’re right, hilarious story,” Philip responded deadpan, looking at the berries. ‘Superfood, eh?’ he thought and shrugged, plucking himself a stem containing about 4 berries. Best not take too much if he didn’t care for them.

He took a joint from the table and sparked it up. He blew out the flame and kept blowing so that the tip of the joint lit with an angry, bright red ember and inhaled deeply. He held his breath for a second, waiting to feel his lungs tickle a bit, looked over the berries in his other hand, and exhaled. He stood up and stepped towards Jerome and Derek, taking another huge hit of the joint, holding it…. and exhaling, starting to feel the familiar buzzing in his head. ‘There we go,’ he thought as his tapped Derek’s shoulder to pass him the j. Derek said a small “Thanks,” as he paused in his conversation just to take a hit and pass it to Jerome, but continued his diatribe immediately after. Philip walked back over to the picnic table and sat backwards on the seat, facing the two of them. He looked at the berries again, and plucked one of the berries from the stem with his teeth.

———

“And anyways, it’s just a waste of our tuition money if we’re just doing the same work we did in high school,” Derek insisted passionately, punctuating his thought with another hit of the joint and holding.

“No man, yeah, you’re right,” Jerome nodded sympathetically.

Derek exhaled a big plume of smoke, “I know! I’m just glad as hell I have scholarships footing the bill for a lot of this shit, could you ima-” he stopped, cocking his head as he heard a strange sound. A creaking?

Derek looked a Jerome with a quizzical face, Jerome’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly hearing it too.

They paused for a second and waited. *crreeeeeaak* There it was again! They turned to say something to Philip.

“Philip, do you-” Jerome began and stopped immediately. Philip was sitting several inches higher than he was earlier, staring off at nothing in particular. 

Philip turned to face the two of them, “Hmm?” 

“Uh,…. uh-I said, do you hear-” Jerome words were cut off by another *crreeeeeaak*.

The bench of the picnic table groaned and creaked as Philip rose another several inches, his legs, arms, and neck extending noticeably. Philip only adjusted his sitting position slightly.

“Hear anything?… Uh.. No…” Philip responded, looking at each of them as they were saying something absurd.

Derek and Jerome looked at each other, stunned surprise in their eyes.

Philip lifted the sprig to his mouth and plucked another berry with his teeth, bringing it into his mouth to chew and swallow it. Jerome and Derek watched speechless as thick hair sprouted from his skin across his chest seemingly out of nowhere. Philip brought his hand up to scratch his chest absentmindedly as he continued staring into the rolling hills. The hair growth spread down his chest, cross his arms, under his pits, into his crotch, down his legs, over his feet and hands. Philip brought his hands up to scratch his chin, seemingly unaware of all of these changes, as hair sprouted all over his jaw and around his mouth, meeting his hairline by his ears. He coughed/cleared his throat, and it sounded to Jerome and Derek like his voice dropped several octaves in the process.

Philip giggled, apparently enthused by the high he was getting, and plucked another berry from the sprig, “You know, these actually ain’t that bad,” he remarked to Jerome and Derek with his mouth full, as he brought the berry in to chew. 

Jerome and Derek stared open-mouthed at one other, in complete disbelief of what was happening. They learned into whisper to one another.

“Jerome, what the fuck did you buy?” Derek whispered accusingly.

“I don’t know man, don’t pin this on me! What the hell is going on?” Jerome whispered back.

“Is he seriously not aware of what’s happening to h-” Derek paused. Both of them could feel a presence behind them. 

Philip had approached the two of them without them knowing, standing awfully close to the two of them between them. He was no longer chewing the berry.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told either of you that s-*EEeeh*-crets don’t make fr-*Eeh*-nds?” Between “secrets” and “friends,” Philip’s neck and shoulder’s made hard, meaty, thudding sounds as they exploded outward with hard muscle. Jerome and Derek looked up at him with their jaws dropped.

Derek and Jerome heard more wet thudding and Philip uttered a few strained grunts as both of his arms and his chest tripled, almost quadrupled in size with pulsing, rising muscle. His abs were slower work, rising up slowly to his skin and hardening and not making as big of a display about it, but giving him a torso that would put all of the football jocks at their college to shame. 

“It’s just rude *grunt, sucking inhale of air* you know,” he continued, this time his back and sides molding rippling and hard against this body. “To talk about someone like they’re nah-*Hhhooouugughoo*-haut even there.” He concluded as his hips bucked a little bit with his ass pushed against the fabric of his shorts, threatening the strength of the threads. During his last sentence, his hairy thighs swelled to the size of tree trunks and the threads along his legs tore up the side.

Derek and Jerome looked at each other, both of them fucking hard and shit in their shorts, their mouths still hanging open. No one knew what to say to one another. Philip plucked the last berry from the sprig and popped it in his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing.

“Wh-wh-what should we do? He’s-” Jerome started. 

“You’re still doing it!” Philip exclaimed, adjusting his stance so he was looking at Jerome. Derek got an incredible view of Philip’s absolutely sculpted new ass and thick, hairy thighs, and noticed that Philip’s calves were just finishing their growth as they swelled to massive diamonds. Derek was drooling at this point, he couldn’t fucking help it. One of his best friends was hulking out and becoming a walking wet dream, and didn’t even seem to notice it happening.

Jerome, on the other hand, was now at face level with Philip’s crotch, just inches away from his nose. He had seen Philip’s cock and balls, hell even held them, plenty of times, and he noticed their familiar shape nestled between his now-gargantuan thighs. Wait- he swallowed one more berry, what does it d-

Before he could even finish his thought, Philip interjected “It’s unbelievable! My best friend! I can’t believe yooUUUuuuOooOoooouUUuuUuuooooo…” Philip seemingly involuntarily lightly bucked his hips and Jerome got a full show. Philip’s cock, which was already pressed tightly against his now-ridiculously tight shorts grew thicker, longer, thicker, longer, thicker, longer, thicker, longer, with each consecutive tiny thrust of his hips. He again grunted deeply as Jerome saw Philip’s balls swell to the size of large eggs in his shorts. He swore he could hear a light but unmistakable churning coming from within Philip’s shorts. His cock and balls were now pressed so tightly against the shorts that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination, so tight it must’ve hurt, and this impressive bulge was now touching to the tip of Jerome’s nose.

Jerome gripped the sides of his chair and moaned loudly as his knees and hips shook. He fired an extremely pent-up load into his shorts. 

Derek finally spoke up. “Hey Phil?”

“Yeah? What’s up buddy?” Philip turned to face him, his massive bulge lightly hitting Derek’s cheek. Derek fired a load into his pants as well, gritting his teeth and swearing as his hips bucked and unloaded.

“Did you need something?” Philip continued.

Derek sucked in a few panting breaths, “It’s just… I mean… I mean fuck, man, do you really not realize what just happened?!”

Philip slowly shook his head, “What, uh.. what do you mean?”

Derek and Jerome exchanged a furrowed brow, impossibly confused look. Was the weed laced with something? Magic berries? For real?

A silence fell over them for a few moments.

“AAARRGGHH, I got you guys!!” Philip loudly broke the silence laughing thunderously and rubbing his meaty paws together. In his hilarious, excited fit, his muscles were flexing and contracting in ways that Derek and Jerome had never seen before, on Philip or literally any other man they’ve seen.

Derek and Jerome left out a satisfied exhale they felt like they had been holding for the last several minutes. “You seriously had us convinced we were tripping hard!” Jerome laughed, standing up awkwardly and letting his cum drip out of his shorts leg. Derek did the same. “So you knew the whole time? Felt the whole thing?”

“Ohhhh yeah,” Philip responded with a shuddering breath and a slow but intense nod. “OOOHHH yeah. Every single exhilarating second of it. Fuck, I could feel everything. That was hard as shit not to break character during the last bit of it. Speaking of, I feel like I’m losing blood flow here, let me just…” 

Philip hooked his thumbs under his waistband, his shorts hugging his legs impossibly tight. He looked like he exerted just a tiny bit of pressure outwards and, *SNAP!* his shorts split and fell to his side. His absolutely inhuman 13″  cock swung up and slapped wetly against his abs, leaking pre. Jerome and Derek immediately went hard again. 

“Aaaaaahhhhh, that’s so much better.” Philip leaned his head back and wiped his copious amounts of pre into his muscles. “Like, guys, this is ridiculous, I mean WHAT?!” Philip giggled did several poses with his arms and legs, striking every pose that got him off when he was about 140 lbs. lighter. “Wait, hold up, lemme..” he concentrated and slowly…. slowly but surely… ah, there he goes. He expertly popped his pecs and made them do a little dance for Jerome and Derek, winking and sticking his tongue down his chin at them. Philip noticed the wet spots on Derek and Jerome’s shorts, their still-rock hard dicks forced up against the fabric underneath.

“Hang on, did I…. did I make you guys cum? Just by… like changing?”

The two slowly nodded to each other and then to Philip.

Philip took a few staggering steps back. “Awwwwhhhwwwhhhww fuck,” he started. “Fuck, man, awwww, that is so fucking hot, I just… Sorry, I need to…”

He grabbed onto his impossibly huge shaft and started yanking. He sucked in small mouthfuls of air, moaned, moaned, grunted, moaned, closer, closer, and then…

“GGGRRWWAAAAHAHARRAH” he leaned his head back and rocketed unnaturally massive volleys of cum into the sky, much of it landing in heavy, wet, massive splatters on Jerome and Derek, who of course creamed their shorts at the same time.

Derek and Jerome were soaked. Derek put a finger into Jerome’s hair and scooped out a plentiful sample of the spunk, and Jerome did the same, wiping his sample off Derek’s chest. They both brought it into their mouths and inhaled deeply.

Panting, with an idiot grin, Philip asked, “How do I taste, gentlemen?”

Derek and Jerome responded, “Unreal” simultaneously, their mouths still full with Philip’s seed as they chuckled at another.

Philip wiped off massive puddles of cum all over his god-like body and slung them to the ground with heavy, gooey sounds. “Sorry, guys, it’s just… This feels absolutely surreal, it’s just… Oh, my god, you guys have to-”

Philip stopped his thought.

“We still have like 80 of those berries, at least.” Philip announced and a silence fell over the group.

They exchanged horny, excited, lusting, impossibly happy looks with one another.

Derek and Jerome broke into a sprint towards the picnic table. Once they reached the bag, they both started picking and devouring the berries from the bag like starved men. Philip watched in lustful, excited anticipation as his best friends, still filling themselves with berries, start grunting and moaning with deeper and deeper voices, watching their legs and arms grow hairy as their bodies started comically pulsing obscenely larger and larger with muscle, their frames stretching into their air. He heard a firecracker crack as he watched his friends’ shorts explode off their swelling bodies, their asses growing thicker and rounder. He couldn’t wait to see what was going on with their front ends.

“Hey guys, wait up!” Philip called after them with a small laugh, jogging towards them with his absurdly huge cock slapping against his abs. “Don’t let me be the small one of the group!”

The three ravaged the bag of berries. Fuck the tent, they wouldn’t even fit in it. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even fit in the cabin. And they didn’t worry, they were sure to find a way to keep warm tonight. Not that they’d be getting much sleep anyways. Sun was setting normally on the farm, but the shadows were getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and…

Superfood II

2k follower celebration post!!

A continuation of the concept of Superfood, though not a direct sequel to the original. You can find the original here. Sorry about the delay! Time got away from me yesterday. Hope y’all enjoy!

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Cory and Nate (center and left, respectively) were getting ready for the party that afternoon. Their friend/roommate Benji (right) was turning 22 that day and they only had a few more hours until he was back from his shift at work. It was the summer right after each of them had graduated from college, and this was for all intents and purposes their “last gathering” before they all went their own ways for work life. Nate had a big thing about what he called ‘double digit-double digit’ birthdays—like 11, 22, 33, and so on, so he wanted to satiate his superstition by making sure his friend heralded in this birthday properly. He thought that there was something special about such birthdays, something transformative and a transition from one stage of life to the next.

Who knew how right he was?

Cory was busy cleaning up the apartment, getting it ready for that evening when their small but close group of friends came over. He was surprised at the amount of dust and dirt 3 guys could track into a house, but also kept in mind that it had been a good 3 months since they had last cleaned. In college houses like this, particularly male-only college houses, one learned to live a productive, comfortable life among so much filth and debris. You only had to clean during times like the present when you were planning to host a party. He had finished hand washing and drying the mountain of filthy dishes and emptied out the vacuum bag—stuffed to the brim with dust, hair, and dirt particles—when Nate came back home.

Nate was struggling through the door, red faced and sweaty, his breath sucking in and pushing away his face mask in rapid procession, his relatively weak frame overpowered by the weight of the groceries he was carrying. It was much too heavy of a load to carry in one trip, but like any guy his age Nate would be damned if he was going to spend more than one trip bringing the groceries in from the car. He set down the multitude of plastic bags on the kitchen floor with a heavy huff and put his hands on his back with pain, his red face dripping sweat. There had to have been 20-25 bags in total.

“I hate that grocery store. It’s hot as shit outside but they don’t turn the A/C on, no one wears a fucking mask, and the staff is so damn rude!”

“You did well, bro, welcome home from the war.”

Cory chuckled as Nate threw him a finger and continued to catch his breath and collect himself. He looked over at the bags to see what Nate had bought for the party: several bags full of chips, jars of salsa and guac, plastic bins full of supermarket fruit, carbonated beverages, numerous narrow paper bags with what Cory knew had to be bottles of booze, solo cups, paper plates, and a bag full of boxed cake and icing ingredients. Nate was tasked with preparing a cake for Benji since he had the most emotional/superstitious attachment to birthdays like this, but Cory was still glad to see that he had followed through on his promise to make an actual cake, boxed recipe or not. One other thing caught his eye.

“What’s that?”

“Mm?” Nate asked as he was sipping a cup of water.

Cory just nodded his head towards one of the plastic bags. It looked like Nate had just picked several sprigs of something off a tree or a bush on his way home and stuffed them into a bag, their leafy ends billowing out of the top of one of the plastic bags. Between the leaves were small, bright red berries, about the size of acorns.

“Oh,” Nate replied, swallowing the water in his mouth, “Some old biddie outside of the grocery store was handing them out. Well, not ‘handling them out,’ per se, but she gave them to me.”

“So you just accepted car trunk fruit from an old lady at the grocery store?”

“No, it’s not like that! She was struggling with putting her shit in her car so I offered to help her and she said that she had to repay me. I thought I’d get a $20 out of it, but she gave me those. Said they were some kind of superfood.”

“What, like açaí?”

“Yeah, I guess like açaí. They have a sweet enough smell to them. Her car smelled naturally sweet, like cherries or strawberries or something, and even though it’s 1000 fucking degrees outside, they remained pretty cold in her trunk, so…”

“Huh,” Cory remarked simply.

“I figured I could include them in the cake, maybe? A little more flavor for our boy?”

“Your call, man! You’re completely in charge of that.”

“Then it’s settled! Hope you like old lady fruit cake.”

“Alright then, Gordon Ramsey, get to it. We only have a little bit longer until the man of the hour shows back up.”

Nate swallowed the last of his water and nodded with his mouth closed and waving his hand in the air to silence Cory, placing his used glass in the empty sink. This prompted a glare from Cory as he picked the glass back up, gave it a quick drying, and placed it back in the cabinets. Nate scooped up the two bags, the one with the cake ingredients and the one with the berries, and placed them on the counter to get to work, while Cory went back to his room to take a shower after all of his work.

The cake prep didn’t take too long, boxed cake recipes are easy enough to follow, and he went to work plucking the berries and placing them in a bowl. The amount he was giving filled up a mixing bowl pretty quickly, and he went to work crushing them with a potato masher so they could incorporate into the mixture well. As he mashed the berries, they sloshed together in a bright red pulp, giving off a color and smell similar to maraschino cherries. He scooped out about ¾ of the crushed berries into the cake mixture and mixed it all together, giving the cake batter a deep, pink color with chunks of berries swimming throughout. He distributed it into 3 round tins, making sure to get every drop of batter out of the bowl, and placed them in the oven to cook.

As the cake cooked, Nate went to work on making the icing. He dumped the icing out of its plastic tub and into the same mixing bowl as the remaining berries, lots of sugar, plus a good amount of whipping cream. He mixed the icing, cream, and berries together until they were completely incorporated, creating a soft, sweet, shiny, pink icing with tiny bits of berry flakes suspended in the mixture.

Cory came in from his bedroom, fresh from a shower and wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and looked into the kitchen. Nate glanced once at his friend, quickly looking away to keep the secret that he was madly crushing on his friend for a while now. Cory was hopelessly straight although still an ally, but Nate was certain that Cory would wander around the house barely dressed simply to torture him. He had only a modest musculature, but Nate was sure it was his confidence and friendliness that he was attracted too. Not letting himself get too distracted, he went back to work mixing a huge pink bowl of icing while the three tins full of pink cake baked in the oven. Cory took a look at both of the things Nate had made and sucked through his teeth.

“Hope Benji likes pink,” Cory remarked simply but teasingly.

“There are no boy colors or girl colors, only colors,” Nate reprimanded monotonically, repeating something he finds himself repeating often to his hetero roommate.

Cory grinned at the familiar comment and mimed the words along with him, then walked into the living room to boot up his PS4. He plopped down on the couch in his towel and started playing some Assassin’s Creed while Nate continued working on finishing his task. Some time after taking the cakes out of the oven to letting them cool and watching Cory stealthily take out some bad guys, Nate went to work on layering the cake. He put one of the small round cakes on the serving plate and spread some of the pink icing on top of it. Then he repeated the process with the middle row. With the final layer on top, Nate proceeded to cover the entire tower of cake with the icing, from top to bottom. Now complete, Nate admired his work and placed a wax “22” candle on top of the cake and grinned. Not a bad job at all! Nate placed the cake on top of the refrigerator to let it set & cool undisturbed and decided to let Cory handle cleanup. That was his agreed upon job, anyways. Finally finished with his work for the day, Nate climbed the stairs to his room and started his shower, putting on his favorite playlist to enjoy while he cleaned himself in preparation for the party.

———

Cory remained on the couch, playing his game, surrounded by the aroma of the cake. It smelled good. It smelled damn good. His stomach couldn’t help but growl; he had eaten nothing that day, assuming he would be eating plenty by the night time, but the hunger pangs were getting too much for him to handle. He looked up at the cake on top of the refrigerator. No… No, Nate would kill him if he snuck a taste before Benji got the chance. However…

His eye caught the mixing bowl Nate used for the icing. It was still pretty full of icing, it turned out that Nate didn’t need nearly as much as he made. It wasn’t the cake itself, but it should suffice. He just wanted a taste…

He heard the shower turn on and Nate’s speakers blasting out his playlist and figured now was as good of a time as any to sneak a taste. Cory paused his game and got up from the couch, tightening his towel around his waist so it wouldn’t fall down, and walked over to the counter. He leaned over to sniff the bowl, inhaling its sweet, fruity, sugary aroma, and scooped three fingers inside in a makeshift spoon to sample the flavor. He had taken about half of the mixture in his fingers when he dipped, and though he knew that was greedy, he also knew he was about to clean all the bowls anyways and what Nate doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He brought his finger to his mouth and began sucking and licking his finger clean.

“MMmmmm,” Cory groaned as he savored the flavors of the icing. He was lifting his hand up to scoop the other half of the leftover icing into his fingers when his stomach seized. It felt like something was churning and tossing around in his guts, like he was about to either projectile vomit or explosively shit himself. He put his hands down on his knees and prepared to let whatever was about to happen, happen. Jesus, was Nate trying to poison Benji?! Cory was so caught off guard by the sudden pain that he didn’t notice when his knees, back, and elbows began to wobble, seemingly on their own accord. He couldn’t notice it too much from his hunched position, but Cory’s legs, back, and arms were beginning to twist and stretch longer. The pain began to dissipate but was replaced by a numb, tingling feeling all over.

Cory began to stand up slowly, no longer feeling like he was about to spill his guts, but definitely feeling like something was coming. As he stood, he could immediately tell the stark difference in height. He had once stood 6’1”, a decent, slightly-above average height, but now he was approaching 6’9”, his body maintaining the same proportions as it grew bigger. His breath caught in his throat, stunned by the new height, unsure of what happened or whether he was dreaming.

Suddenly he heard the sound of cloth falling and felt the chilling sensation of air on his butt and lower body. Looking down, he noticed that his towel had given up its grip around his waist and dropped to the floor. As he looked down at himself, his eyes much further away from the floor than seconds ago, he felt a strong tugging sensation on his dick. He looked down quizzically at his member, and it seemed to look as though his dick was being pulled by an invisible hand and his balls were involuntarily contracting and releasing over and over again, growing bigger and heavier.

“Fuck, man, what the he—..” his voice caught in his throat as he felt the most intense wave of pleasure sweep over him in his life. His body involuntarily lurched forward, forcing him against the kitchen counter. From his new height, lurching against the counter caused his cock and balls to land in the mixing bowl with the leftover icing. Hopefully Nate wouldn’t need the rest of that. He looked down and groaned, seeing his thick dick and big balls covered in the pink icing, while his cock continued to appear as though something was tugging at it, only this time it seemed to get thicker and longer with every tug and release.

He began to rhythmically moan and groan as his body began pulsing outward harder and harder from inside. It wasn’t like he was gaining insane new definition; he was growing, for sure, but it felt more like he was becoming more and more dense. New hair was sprouting all over his face and body, making him appear slightly older and more distinguished, his moans and groans grew deeper and deeper, and he began to lose all sense of shame or panic as his mind was overtaken by lust and pride.

He wanted to explore this new body, but by the way his stomach churned over and groaned, it was clear that whatever was happening to him was far from over. His hands took a iron grip onto the kitchen counter as his body tensed up completely, growing unbearably tight and boiling hot to the touch. His breathing tightened to a tense wheeze. Sweat poured down his body in thick rivers as his teeth clenched and his eyes bulged. When he felt like he was at a breaking point, that’s when it happened.

His body pulsed larger, only this time, he truly grew larger. It was like a full body flex, but the muscles stayed flexed instead of reducing down with each pulse. He used what little movement he still retained to move his head, looking down at his arms as they pulsed and bulged, pulsed and bulged, pulsed and bulged, each consecutive pulse making his arms appear like twisting, swelling pythons. He forced out a pained, wheezing laugh as he watched his pecs lift higher and higher, pumping up and rounding out as they protruded from his chest, his nipples immediately jutting out further and hardening sharply like two two pop-up turkey timers. Looking down past his pecs (now a slightly difficult task), he could see his pre-shiny, enflamed, icing-coated cock begin to sputter and belch huge amounts of thick, creamy jizz into the bowl, mixing around with the pink icing. It didn’t look like his usual thicker, stickier, more viscous loads, but rather more like a thick, creamy, milky consistency. Stranger still — it had a bright pink hue to it.

He continued to unload into the bowl while his body continued its transformation. He grunted and moaned loudly as his legs were forced wider apart, making room for his genuinely tree trunk-sized thighs that rose to the surface and hardened, nearly crushing his new orange-sized balls between their bulging mass. It felt like really aggressive hands were squeezing and playing with his ass cheeks as he looked behind him and saw that it too was extending further out from his body than he’d ever imagined possible, hardening and rounding perfectly against his body, looking surprisingly inviting even from Cory’s angle. Hell, he’d fuck his own ass right now if it were possible. He continued flexing and growing all over, giving ecstasic vocalizations the entire time, squeezing and worshiping himself all over. It started to subside somewhat, but he was absolutely floored by the end result.

He’d become larger than he ever though possible. He hadn’t even seen dudes in the gym who came close to his size, and he loved it. He could go out and be the target of lust for every woman and man.

… and man? Cory always considered himself to be straight as an arrow, but the thought of sharing his new, immense power in bed with another man turned him on. He felt his cock unleash more of his pink jizz into the bowl and he giggled at the sensation, feeling as though it was unending.

“Cory? You good?” Nate was descending the stairs.

‘Oh fuck, oh shit!’ he thought to himself in a panic, looking around for he best way to cover himself, but with no luck.

“It sounded like you were being attacked down here or some—..”

Nate stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wrapped in a towel, his hair still wet from the shower, and his mind blown. His friend, whom he had secretly lusted over for some time, was now easily 150 lbs heavier than he was moments ago, standing nude in the kitchen with his dick in a bowl full of some pink stuff for some reason.

“C—… Cory?!” Nate asked with shock.

Cory just shrugged his giant shoulders with an awkward smile, now taller than Nate for the first time, still holding the nearly full bowl between his legs with his extra-large cock and balls swimming inside.

“How did you—… What—… Dude you’re fucking ripped!”

Cory wheezed a breathless laugh, “I know, right?!” He twisted and angled his body, checking himself out for the first time the same way Nate was. He flexed his legs and his arms to see their size and upon looking back at Nate with a grin, he could see that Nate was staring at him slack-jawed, overcome by lust.

Nate didn’t exactly know why, but he… loved the effect he was having on Nate. He had always noticed Nate staring at him at certain points throughout the house, but he had opted to just not acknowledge it and not do anything to perpetuate the crush. Now, he wasn’t so sure. Now, he was incredibly turned on by the attention. Now, he wanted to give his friend a little more to really get him going. Now, he wouldn’t be so upset with his friend slobbering his filthy knob if that was something he wanted to do. Now, he was beginning to realize that he wanted that.

Cory looked over to Nate with a sexy look, which put a look of surprise across Nate’s face. Cory grinned back and began to bounce his massive pecs, knowing Nate had a weakness for that. Nate swooned and Cory saw his throbbing erection slip out between his wrapped towel.

“I see someone likes it,” Nate said saucily, looking down at Nate’s cock.

Nate looked down, “Shitshitshitshit!” he hissed, turning around and trying to conceal his boner as best as he could. “I’m sorry man, it’s just you look fucking incredible.”

Cory grinned, closing the distance between the two of them, “Thank you, man! And I know…” he wrapped a hand around Nate’s waist, making him gasp. “I think you do, too.” he whispered into Nate’s ear and pulled the towel off him, leaving him fully naked, his cock bouncing up and bobbing free from its confines.

Nate reached up and felt Cory’s impressive abs and chest now that they were standing so close to each other. Cory grinned and flexed for him, hardening everything and letting Nate feel the curvature of his body. Cory took the initiative and leaned down to plant a wet kiss on Nate, which Nate eagerly reciprocated. They sucked tongues for a while, Cory’s larger tongue snaking around Nate’s mouth while Nate tasted the sweet flavor within Cory’s mouth. Nate felt something wet and spongy stamp against his torso and so he looked down to see that Cory’s cock had swollen harder and now pressed against his own torso. He looked back up at Cory, who looked down at him with anticipation.

“Suck it,” he grumbled.

“With pleasure,” Nate cooed as he got down on his knees, taking the bowl from Cory’s hands and lowering it to the floor. He could see the soaked state of it, covered and dripping slowly in places by a thick, creamy, pink substance, with bits of icing stuck around it too. How he had grown to this size and why was still a mystery to Nate and the mixing bowl that used to be full of only icing that he was holding only compounded on the mystery, but lust took over all faculties of the mind and Nate was determined to give his friend’s dark, Mediterranean cock the best head he’d gotten in his life.

Nate started by licking Cory’s sack, taking some of the strange but oddly sweet and sour substance into his mouth. It tasted delicious, but it’s consistency was unlike any other food. In fact, it seemed as though Cory had just cum a liter into the bowl and that was that, but it didn’t explain the flavor. No matter, he had balls to suck. He wrapped his mouth around Cory’s swinging sack, feeling his ridiculously large nuts slipping inside his mouth, and he swirled them around with his tongue, appreciating the flavor and the huge size.

He finished sucking Cory’s balls and moved to his shaft, scratching his own chest slightly, feeling an intense heat building up inside him which he just attributed to the horniness. Cory was already gasping out several moans from having his balls serviced, but Nate was going to give him more. He began pleasuring the shaft the same way he pleasured any shaft: he opened wide and slowly fed the cock all the way into his mouth, staring up at Cory through the ridges and valleys of his musculature, until he reached the root of the shaft, then swirled his tongue around easily the biggest cock he’d ever had in his mouth, sort of impressed with himself. Years and years of blowing dudes had given him the skill set he needed for this moment.

Cory groaned and pressed his hips firmly against Nate’s face as Nate continued to take him in the back of his throat. Nate could tell by the warmth filling his mouth that Cory was beginning to drool more and more of his cum into his mouth, which he swallowed along with the excess that was already on the cock as best as he could. Nate began to feel a tightness along with the buildup of heat in his system and grew slightly concerned, but he had waited so long to give this to Cory that he wasn’t going to let anything stop him. He backed his head up from the root of the cock and brought a hand up to wrap around the shaft in front of his lips. That’s when he started picking up the pace.

Nate bobbed forward and backwards so many times in such rapid procession, pleasuring Cory’s huge cock with both his mouth and his hand, twisting and pumping the cock with his hands and swallowing the excess of cum as it poured out of Cory as best as he could. He began grunting with exertion and pleasure, slightly deeper than he remembered his own voice being, but loving the sensation of swallowing a seemingly endless flow of cum. Cory held his hands on both sides of Nate’s head, bucking his hips slightly into his friend as he skullfucked him. He’d never been blown by a dude before, but at this point he decided he wouldn’t do it any other way moving forward. Then Cory looked down and noticed something about Nate. He was broader than he remembered. Plus he swore he could see Nate’s already pretty rounded ass begin to perk up and gain more and more musculature in his glutes.

Nate disconnected from Cory’s cock but continued pumping his meat, “You taste so fucking good, dude.” Cory’s face was contorted in intense pleasure, but he noticed as his friend disconnected from his cock that Nate’s own cock seemed to be growing redder, thicker, and longer between his legs. Plus, his pec shelf was beginning to take on more shape than he’d ever seen on Nate.

Nate continued sucking with increased intensity, quickening his process and sucking with more ferocity. He simply had to drink as much cum from Cory as he could. Cory looked down, his horniness and his shock growing as he looked down to see his friend continue to swell larger and larger against his cock. He couldn’t help but want to see more from his friend and felt his flow out of his balls pick up in volume.

Nate’s eyes shot open, remembering the bowl on the floor full of Cory’s potent product. He quickly dislodged Cory’s cock from his mouth with a sucking kiss and leaned forward to grab the bowl, Cory’s cock still in his hand.

“What—What are you..?” Cory panted as he watched Nate.

Nate took the bowl to his mouth and tipped it back. Cory could hear loud, intense sounds of Nate swallowing tons and tons of liquid and saw his throat bulge with each consecutive giant mouthful he took. He tipped it further as he reached the bottom of the bowl, doing so faster than Cory felt was possible for a person to drink, and took the bowl away from his mouth with a satisfied sigh, quickly sliding it back up on the counter, where it tumbled into the kitchen sink. Nate looked up at him with a grin and a cummy, drooling mouth and Cory was shocked to see that his jaw had become more square and his head had become more angular and his face had become more handsome.

“May I have some more?” he asked deeply, his back, shoulders, neck, and pecs beginning to swell much more quickly and larger and larger muscles. The second Cory nodded yes, Nate was back against his crotch, sucking more and more jizz out of Cory. Cory couldn’t help but swoon as he watched Nate begin to pick up in speed in his growth. His body began to slide across the floor as it swelled larger and larger, his massive hands needed to prop his incredible body weight up more as he blew Cory, and his cock felt tighter than it ever had as it continued to swell larger too.

Nate dislodged with a loud, sucking *pop* from Cory’s cock and clumsily stood up from his position on the floor. Cory groaned in awe and lust as he watched his friend get onto his feet, stumble a bit, and stand towering above him.

“Fuck, bro, look at what you did to me,” Nate grumbled deeply in a voice and with a face much more dom than he’d been before. He groaned as he stretched and flexed his body, looking down at himself and overwhelmed by the decision of which body part to worship first. Cory felt up Nate in every area he could reach. Before the self-worship could begin for Nate, he had to get rid of this pressure in his cock.

“You ever been fucked by a man, Cory?” Nate asked deadpan and deeply, stroking his big cock.

“I think you know I haven’t,” Cory responded with a grin.

Nate stepped towards him, running his hands down Cory’s rippling sides, “First time for everything, right?”

“You know it, big boy,” Cory responded with a wink.

Nate smirked and turned Cory around, making him face the sink, and angled his back down so he was bending over. Cory couldn’t help but beam in a smile as he felt his friend’s feet push his out further so his legs were spread wide. Cory had never been the sub in a relationship, but now that it was happening he realized that he absolutely loved it. He prepared for the worst as he felt the massive, spongy cock head of his friend press against his asshole, but calmed down when Nate leaned in to whisper.

“This is gonna be better than anything you’ve felt in your life.”

Cory’s senses then exploded into a firework show of intense pleasure when he felt the length of Nate’s cock slide into his ass. Nate’s cock accessed a point within his guts that gave him such an earth-shattering sensation that his eyes rolled back and he couldn’t help but slide forward and back to make sure that spot was hit again. He could already feel the warmth of Cory’s seed begin to slick the walls of his guts as Nate picked up with intensity. Nate leaned his body onto Cory’s back as he continued bucking his hips into his friend, sticking his hands under his pits and squeezing Cory’s pecs and teasing his nipples. Cory never wanted to fuck or be fucked by anyone else, he’d never experienced anyone as talented or anyone as mutually beneficial as Nate, and his body seemed to be agreeing with him as he felt himself tighten up a little more, his muscles firming a little harder and a little larger.

Nate and Cory’s groaning picked up in intensity and rapidness as they both approached climax. Cory’s breath caught in his throat as he sprayed a powerful torrent of his jizz into the sink, landing loudly against the metal of the sink. He squirted and squirted and squirted, thinking he would never run out, and it eventually teetered off into a steady drool, but never really ending. All the while, Nate slammed his hips against Cory’s ass while crying out with the most intense orgasm of his life, feeling his cock unload incredible volumes into his friend’s guts. Cory could feel his guts expanding with the amount they were being filled and let out a shuddering sigh with a grin as he accepted the role of being a cum dump for his friend. He felt the huge amount slosh around in his guts as Nate dislodged and turned him around.

Nate went slack-jawed and felt up his friend’s bulging abs as they distended with the amount of jizz inside him. Cory leaned into kiss him, and felt his own body begin to tense up again. His body trembled as Nate wrapped himself around him. Cory groaned and grinded against Nate as his trembling body suddenly shot up 6 inches taller, now eye-level with Nate. Nate grinned and squeezed Cory’s arms as Cory smirked and exploded with size, his arms bulging impossibly larger, his back, neck, and shoulders broadening, his pecs growing so quickly and largely that they pushed Nate back, his abs growing deeper and longer, his cock and balls bursting huge and pendulous, now a cool 16 inches soft, and his legs swelling and tightening triple the size of a star linebacker.

The growth of his abs caused his guts to tighten and the little of Nate’s cum squirted out of his ass and down to the floor. Cory looked down a bit disappointed that he had just cleaned but a bit surprised and impressed that this was the only amount of jizz that was spilled on the floor in all the time he and Nate were fucking and sucking.

Nate reached around and ran a finger up Cory’s hole, sending a shiver up his spine, and bringing a fingerful of his own jizz that was still dribbling out to his mouth, savoring both his own flavor and the flavor of his friend-turned-new lover.

“I think before we enjoy this any more, we need to go somewhere we can really let loose.” Nate reasoned in a deep, sexy voice.

“Agreed,” Cory responded with a grin.

Nate led the way and Cory followed, making their way to the backyard. Once in the sun, they turned and looked at each other with excited, giggling grins and smashed into one another, sucking face and kissing passionately, tugging on each other’s shafts and massaging each other’s nuts. They weren’t paying attention to the direction they were going and both tripped into the above-ground pool in the backyard with deep laughter. After some time, the water of the pool took on a more opaque, pink color.

———

Benji arrived home a sweaty mess. Taking a run after an exhausting day of work was not the best idea at all, but the exercise helped him burn off the frustration he had leftover. No need to bring that kind of negative energy home, especially on the night of his birthday party.

The sounds of the neighborhood greeted him on his walk to the front door of his shared house. Kids screaming and playing, dogs barking, one of their nearby neighbors mowing their yard. There was one thing that he thought he heard above the din that sounded like an intense wrestling match happening somewhere behind the house. He shrugged, thinking it must’ve been one of their neighbors working out outside in one of the yards beyond their fence line. He arrived at the door, fiddled around with his keys, and stuck the proper key in the lock. Work was over, dusk was approaching, and he was thrilled for the party his friends had planned.

He opened the door and was pleased by the site of their clean shared space, something that had become an embarrassment of a rarity. Benji was surprised to not see his roommates when he entered; he was so used to coming home from the day and finding the two of them playing something or watching something and talking about god knows what. ‘Oh well, they must be getting ready for tonight,’ Benji thought to himself.

The fragrant, flowery smell of the cleaning products Cory had used on the apartment as well as the sweet aroma of something that had been baked lingered in the air and made Benji grin. It had been a shocking amount of time between now and the last time they truly cleaned the apartment or even made some kind of food from scratch, so it all gave Benji a nostalgic feeling of his childhood home. His mother always kept the house immaculate and was an expert cook, always making the house smell incredible with whatever she was concocting.

Some other smell hit Benji’s senses, something that smelled tart… and a little musky.

Walking further into the house, he noticed the cake propped on top of the refrigerator. It was very pretty, as cakes go, obviously lovingly crafted by Nate. His stomach grumbled. It had been a while since he’d eaten… In fact, the only thing he’d remembered eating that day was a handful of pretzels and an apple on his way out the door that morning. The cake looked extremely appetizing, almost unbearably so.

He stepped into the kitchen and noticed something on the floor in front of the sink. Something pink had dripped to the floor, maybe the batter or something from the cake. He was surprised that neither Cory nor Nate had noticed, given how large the spill was. He walked to the sink and took a paper towel off its roll to wet and notice that whatever it is was a part of the cake, seeing as the mixing bowl in the sink was coated with the stuff (along with marks indicating that someone had licked the bowl). He took the wetted paper towel and wiped it up, but was surprised at the consistency. It was simultaneously creamy and liquid-like, but also thick and sticky, leaving gluey webby trails when he picked it up. It certainly wasn’t the consistency of any batter he’d seen in his life, except maybe baby batter… But the pink color perished that thought from his mind. It had to have been something used in the cake. He couldn’t think of what else it could be. Like, what could be this pink, this slimy? His mind went to the ectoplasm from Ghostbusters 2 and he chuckled at himself.

After properly cleaning up the mess, he finally got a good look at the cake again. Fuck, was it inviting. His stomach grumbled loudly again. He couldn’t hear his roommates in the house, in fact it seemed like he was completely alone for the time being. He knew that if he tried the cake without consulting Nate, he would get upset, but he also understood that Nate would be okay with it if he knew how hungry Benji was.

Yeah, he was gonna have a piece. Cut a small sliver from one side and turn the cake around so Nate couldn’t see the damage immediately. Good plan. It was his cake, after all.

Benji stood on his toes and picked up the plate the cake was resting on and brought it down to the counter. Fuck, it smelled so good! Nate obviously outdid himself making it. Benji grabbed a knife from the rack next to the stove and cut a small but adequate wedge out of the side of the cake. He could see that the pink, fluffy, moist inside was flaked with tiny chunks of fruit. Nate outdid himself indeed! He’d watched enough of British baking shows to know how difficult it is to properly put fresh fruit in a baked item.

Like any man his age, he decided not to get a plate and handle the slice by hand. Why dirty silverware or plates for something small like this? He smelled the cake again, trying to pinpoint which fruit exactly was used, but couldn’t name it. Oh well, gotta taste to find out.

Benji opened his mouth wide and folded the small piece of cake into his mouth, pushing the mass of it into his mouth entirely and sucking his fingers dry of the icing.

The feeling he experienced when it hit his stomach was indescribable. It was more intense than anything he had ever eaten and the carnal lust to consume more rivaled any vice or drug Benji had ever taken. A sweeping, hot, overwhelming feeling overtook him, and his mind experienced a dizzying wave of ecstasy, removing all other thought and care for anything except Nate’s creation. He couldn’t tell at the moment, due to his intoxicating draw towards the cake, but for some reason he was sporting maybe the most intense, throbbing erection he’d ever experienced in his life. He looked back down at the cake, his mouth watering—like, actually watering—as drool ran down his chin and sweat poured down his cheek, chest, and back. Nate was gonna be pissed, but who the hell cared.

He had to get more of that fucking cake.

“So good,” he moaned as he threw himself down to the counter, leaning over closely to the cake and shoveling full fingers of its contents into his mouth, making his hands and around mouth filthy with the pink icing. He chewed and swallowed as quickly as he could with each consecutive bite before shoveling the next mouthful in. The excess of cake traveled down his esophagus and into his stomach, which churned and shifted violently, rapidly digesting the food in preparation for what was to come.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Benji continued to groan as he stuffed himself full, his eyes rolling back. He didn’t realize it in his carnal stupor, but his body began pulsating rhythmically, fluidly, and goddamn intensely with each passing second. His entire body began to tremble as it pulsated, as if gearing up for something to come.

“UUU-UUuuuhhhh,” he grunted, packing more cake into his mouth, still ignorant of the changes happening to him, as his arms and legs packed on an impossibly huge amount of weight, bursting in size from average, casual gym-goer to swim team captain to underwear model to seasoned weightlifting champion in a matter of seconds. His twisting, bulging arms twitched and flexed as he continued to absorb more of the cake into his gullet. His thighs bursted so obscenely huge and wide that he was forced to stand with his legs spread apart so as to not crush his balls. He unclenched his ass as it bulged and jumped out from his body, rounding perfectly and prompting his gym shorts to explode off his body in shreds, leaving him in only his tightening briefs.

“MMMMmmmmppphhh, fuck yeah, so fucking good,” Benji grunted in a voice far deeper than his own, shoveling more of the cake into his mouth. His skin was now beginning to audibly stretch as his body continued to swell at an impossible rate. He only mildly registered that he didn’t have as much ability to move his head around as his shoulders and neck stacked on more and more mass, while his pecs thudded against his tank top and blocked out much of his lower peripheral vision. They bounced larger and larger and larger against his chest, and their size was accentuated due to Benji’s massive arms squeezing them together as he reached forward for more and more cake, giving him mouthwatering muscular cleavage.

His gut began to distend, not due to the copious amounts of cake he was forcing into his mouth, but rather because of the hard 8 pack that formed against the surface of his skin. Would he had any attention devoted to anything other than eating, he would’ve been thrilled to see it, since his abs was a muscle group he always had trouble growing. He continued swallowing as he could and as quickly as he could, scarfing down every last bit of the cake he could manage.

He stopped only for a moment, and against his will. In his cessation, he realized—after about a minute of nonstop eating—that he couldn’t move at all. Not that he was paralyzed in any sense, but that he had gained so much mass in such a little amount of time that he had become immobile. He struggled to even move his arms towards the cake plate. Soon, he began to feel the crushing sensation of his monstrous musculature weighing down on him, making him feel stiff, powerless, and slightly embarrassed. At the moment he began to panic, another sensation set in.

“OOOOOooooohhh,” Benji moaned loudly as he felt a tugging sensation, one that began at his neck and started working its way slowly downwards. He could hear his bones cracking and his body reforming from within as he began to feel more movement in his head. His neck was stretching up and out of the mound of mass he had become. “Fuuuuuuucking hell, ooooohhh,” he continued moaning as his chest and torso begin to stretch, along with his arms and lower back. His body was accommodating for the huge mass he had gained with a size proportional to its growth. “Mmmmrrrpphhh oooooohhhh FUCK YEAH!!” He screamed/moaned up to the ceiling as he felt his hips and legs begin to stretch longer, accommodating for his larger size and giving his new ass and thighs a lot more room to show off. His tank top had risen so far up his torso to make room for his growing mass that it looked more like a sports bra—hell, even smaller than that. It couldn’t be pulled down any further, and the elastic of the briefs began to dig into his skin with how tight it had become. He could hear threads popping and seams tearing slowly, but not enough to relieve him of his clothes tightness.

He finally got a good look at himself in the break from his growth. He had seen some pretty jacked guys at the gym and on athletic fields throughout his life, but not a single fucking one held a candle to him now. He was muscular godhood personified, and he wanted nothing more than to be worshiped.

As if on queue, the threads in his briefs let out a prolonged ripping sound into the silent kitchen. He looked down to see his torn underwear fall to the floor, and his enormous cock and balls flop out from their tight position between his legs, bouncing and bobbing with the weight of their gravity. He reached down to start pumping his enhanced meat, but he quickly noticed the reason his underwear had torn now instead of sooner.

His balls, swooping and dangling heavily between his powerful thighs, were swelling steadily larger inside their sack. He held his sack in his large hand, now barely fitting inside his palm, and could feel a churning sensation, both from the sensation in his hand and in his crotch, as his balls continued to swell. Suddenly his cock began to fatten. He had always been a little thick in the middle of his girth, but now it swelled larger beyond anything he’d seen before. It drooped lower with its new weight, and he picked it up to rest in his hand. It seemed like it was filling up with something. His knees began to wobble, experiencing a growing pain in his cock as it’s girth grew fatter and fatter and fatter, tightening the skin of his cock and making it appear red and angry.

“FFF—FFFUUUUCCK,” he groaned loudly as his cock relieved itself of its tightness and swollen appearance by shooting forward several more inches. At first, it had just lengthened, pulling more and more skin with it and thinning, but then it thickened far past its usual thickness, starting from the root, bulging out in the center a bit like he was used to, and finally causing his nubby cock head—at least compared to the rest of his body—to bloom large, fat, and spongy. The tightness now relieved, his cock began to spit out thick ropes and ropes of pink cum, the same color and consistency of the stuff he found on the floor when he came in. (Wait but what was that doing on the floor when he came in?) But it didn’t feel like he was climaxing, but rather like his body was dumping jizz as quickly as it made it, so as to not crowd his balls or his cock too much.

He panted heavily as his cock voided huge amounts of thick, pink, creamy spunk all over the floor, splattering loudly against the kitchen tile. He tried to catch it in his hands, but it quickly overflowed in his cupped palms and spilled to the floor. Dejected, he just let the large amount that he had caught in his makeshift hand-bowl spill to the floor too. He knew he was making a ridiculously huge mess all over the kitchen, but he didn’t know what else to do. He looked around for a towel or a rag or something he could—…

His eyes landed on the cake on the counter once again, nearly half eaten and beckoning him to finish the rest of it.

The familiar carnal sensation overtook him once again. He was completely and utterly devoted to finishing off what was left of the delicious cake. Sure, he had already finished half of the entire thing, but his grumbling stomach pushed him to consume more.

He dug his cum-soaked hands into the cake and brought both hands up to his face, trying to force both handfuls into his mouth at the same time. His cummy hands soaked through the cake in his hand making it a soggy mess, but upon tasting it he could tell that the tart flavor of his new jizz only served to enhance the flavor of the cake. Not to mention, jizz-soaked cake was easier to scarf down than drier cake.

“Fuck yeah, gimme—mmmrpphh—gimme more!!” Benji grunted between fistfuls of cake. He began a routine for consuming what was left: take a handful, bring it to his cock, let his endless flow of jizz soak the handful completely, bring it to his face, and eat. Then repeat the process with his other hand while he ate with other. He couldn’t help but giggle at the satisfaction his senses were experiencing, his cock and balls continuing to expand and lengthen, his face bulging and reshaping into an even more handsome mug, and his sweet, pungent musk pervading the house. All the while, his body continued to go through an intensified second round of growth. Benji didn’t comprehend a second of it though, as his mind was completely devoted to eating what remained of the cake, it’s mysterious draw hypnotizing him.

He began to resemble an inflatable statue more than a man, as the muscles all over his body swelled exponentially larger while his limbs and bones cracked, stretched, and reformed to accommodate for his endlessly larger size. He hardly even registered it when he was forced to hunch now that his tallness had reached the ceiling of the kitchen. He just continued to take more and more of the cake, soak it in his cum, and eat it like a man possessed.

“More, fuuuuuccck yeeeeahhhh, MORE!!!” Benji yelled between laughs as the increasing weight of his body made the kitchen tile floor crack. He had now grown so much that he was forced to collapse down on his ass to sit on the cum-flooded floor. All that remained of the cake were a few lingering crumbs and the icing that had stuck to the plate. He took the cake plate—a bulky, ceramic, two-handed carry thing—and held it between his thumb and index finger, and licked the plate up and down, covering the massive plate with his enhanced tongue. Once fully cleaned, he tossed the plate into the living room nonchalantly where it shattered into several pieces, but he didn’t care.

“MMMMMMMmmmmmmm,” Benji vocalized loudly, rubbing his cobblestone, distended muscle gut. He licked around his lips and in turn cleaned the rest of his face, as his tongue could now slip down past his chin as above his nose, gaining an impressive size, even in comparison to the rest of his body. After rubbing his gut, he brought his hands up against his dresser-sized pecs and squeezed his new chest. His dinner plate-sized nipples were erect and stiff, and he teased his thumbs across them and flicked them slightly with his massive fingers. His cock continued to spit out enormous ropes of pink cum all over the floor, but his nipple stimulation caused his cock to go fully erect and swing up against his gut, still sputtering out huge volumes of his cum all over him. He couldn’t help but laugh as his cock sprayed him in the face over and over again, coating his upper body in pink and soaking his already sweat-soaked hair.

All the while, Benji was still growing. He continued to gain musculature and his height was getting out of hand. Even through his ecstasy, Benji knew that he had to get out of there or else he wouldn’t be able to get out without breaking a couple walls and/or ceilings. He wiped his face of the pink jizz and looked around for an exit, landing on the back door adjacent to the kitchen. He shifted onto his side, his impossibly large body weight a little too much to manage, and began to crawl towards the door to the backyard, his cock still belching out huge amounts of cum, him laughing like a child at the chaotic, orgasmic absurdity of what had transpired in the time he arrived home.

———

Cory and Nate writhed and twisted in the above-ground pool, each taking turns worshipping the other, sucking the other’s cock, plugging their holes with the other’s swelling member, each perhaps making a little too much noise for their tiny neighborhood with their grunting and moaning, but their deepening vocalizations is part of what drove the other crazy. Due to their heavy, continued movements within the pool, most of the water inside had splashed over the side of the pool, soaking the lush grass below, but one could hardly tell now with the excess of the sloshing, pink, viscous fluid that mingled with the water.

Both turned around startled when they heard the back door being hit open, hearing the wood splinter slightly, and slamming against the brick wall of the house. Exerted grunting and deep laughs could be heard from inside as massive hand reached out of the door frame to get a good grip on the ground outside, followed by another one gripping the door frame.

“No fucking way,” Cory and Nate both moaned as they saw Benji’s enlarged head pop out of the doorframe, crawling his enormous body out of the house. He was giggling deeply to himself as he dragged his swelling body out of the house, Cory and Nate could see and hear huge ropes of pink jizz spray against and mess up the blinds of the living room window from inside. They both guessed that the furniture in the living room, not to mention the living room carpet, must’ve been absolutely soaked with Benji’s spunk. Nate started to feel ridiculous for feeling so guilty that he spilled a puddle of his jizz on the kitchen floor.

“Hey guys,” Benji grunted deeply with a grin as he strained to pull himself out of the house. His enormous and still-growing chest and torso were now out of the house, making Nate and Cory feel simultaneously completely inadequate but also turned on as hell, but he grunted and halted when he got to his hips. His growing body had led to a massive, rounded, god-like ass, which was thrilling to say the least, but it caused him to become stuck inside the house. He twisted and grunted but to no avail. Pink spunk was beginning to spill out of the doorway and into the backyard, providing him with some slick support, but he could feel still-growing legs in the house moving furniture around and his ass swelling larger behind him, so he knew that he wasn’t gonna get out without any property damage. ‘Gotta break a few eggs,’ he reasoned to himself in his mind as he planted both hands in front of him preparing to pull.

Benji grunted loudly as he used his strong arms to pull himself free of the house. The wood of the doorframe splintered in a sharp snap and the brick wall buckling and cracking horizontally around the frame. Once the minor destruction subsided, Benji pulled himself away from the door and carefully guided his legs out. He turned to look at Cory and Nate again and giggled as he brought his knees in and used his massive arms to prop himself up, getting ready to stand.

He towered above the yard, easily seeing into the yards of the next several houses town their row, not quite seeing over their roof but not far away from it either. His twitching, swelling cock kept pumping out pink spunk all over the yard, falling from his height with loud splatters at his feet. Luckily only one of their neighbors was outside tending to his garden when Benji stood. He watched paralyzed as the thick, muscular giant a few houses down stood up and arched his back in a stretch, flexing his mountainous arms as he grunted at the end of the stretch. The giant looked over at him with a grin and threw his head back in greeting. The man just stood with his hose in his hand and his mouth agape. As he watched the giant’s twitching pecs begin to jiggle and swell larger, followed by his broad shoulders and his bulging arms, the man simply dropped everything he had and ran inside.

Benji giggled and turned back to look down at his friends. He looked down and felt up his larger pecs, moving his hands down to rub his abs, and finally flopping his huge, spurting cock against his churning nuts. He twisted and flexed his slowly swelling, bulging arms and chuckled.

“Well, Happy Birthday to me, huh?” he thundered in a deep baritone.

Cory and Nate grinned up at him, each unsure of what to say. They both stood up in the pool, their newly jacked, upsized bodies now on full display for Benji. Benji could see that, though he was easily double, closer to triple their size, they were still absolute beasts among men, their new size and musculature could make even the most professional body builders jealous. In fact, Benji himself was getting a little stiff between the legs, his large cock—now about the length of a pool noodle and the thickness of a basketball—drooling his excess of pink jizz into the pool with heavy splatters. Nate was taller than Cory for the first time ever.

“Nate, bro, I loved the cake,” Benji said licking his lips. “Hate to say I wasn’t able to leave enough for you two to try it, but it was (*chef’s kiss*) divine.”

“Thanks, man!” Nate responded in a deep voice excitedly with a wide grin. The compliment from his giant friend made his dick throb, but he sported it in front of his roommates without any shame. “Wasn’t expecting it to turn out so, uhh…. potent, but I’m glad you loved it!”

“And Cory! Looks like you’ve become confident in your sexuality! Congrats, man!”

“Ahhh, yeah, you know it’s… What can I say? I just…” Cory dipped his head into his shoulder bashfully and scratched the back of his head. He was turned on by the mere acknowledgement from his giant friend, his dick perking up a little bit and squirting out a stronger stream of his own pink jizz that had only been drooling out of it before.

“No need to explain yourself! I’m just happy for you!” Benji boomed with a smile, Cory smiling back and flexing his arms against his sides in combined arousal and bashfulness. Benji gestured to his crotch, “Besides, your body seems to be doing all of the explaining! In fact, lemme try some of that…”

“What—..” before Cory could finish asking what he meant, Benji brought his massive arms down and scooped Cory up into the air in front of his face. Cory’s face beamed with anticipation as Benji brought him closer, stuck out his tongue—now the size of a beach towel—and lapped up Cory’s legs up to his cock, which Benji eagerly brought into his mouth and began sucking.

Cory threw his head back in a deep, booming moan as his cock was serviced inside the giant mouth, Benji’s skillful tongue swirling around it, the powerful suction making him feel like he was being pumped, feeling his cock beginning to unload heavier and heavier shots into Benji’s skillful mouth. Nate joined in on the action below, angling Benji’s huge cock down and punching his tongue in and out of the gushing slit of Benji’s massive cock head, giggling as stronger and stronger streams of Benji’s cum poured out and soaked his entire head as he continued tongue-fucking his friend’s gaping cock slit. Cory kept bucking his face over and over against his friend’s enormous face, his glutes tightening harder and harder with each thrust. He had been firing out a steady, unending stream into Benji’s mouth for a while now, and Benji finally pulled him out of his mouth with a sucking *pop*, letting Cory continue to unload all over his own huge cheeks, lips, chin, nose, and brows.

Benji swallowed the remaining spunk in his mouth with a satisfied sigh. Soon after, Cory—still resting in his friend’s hands, suspended in the air—heard a loud churning in Benji’s guts, followed by the sound of churning traveling up his esophagus, arriving in Benji’s throat, as Cory braced for vomit or something to happen.

“*BUUUUUUUURRRRRRPP*” Benji belched almost deafeningly loudly onto Cory. Cory could feel the warm air pound against his body, and he was preparing for a nauseating smell to follow, but instead was pleasantly surprised to smell sweetness and sourness with just a slightly cummy scent at the end. Benji let out a shuddering breath and shook a little as a chill ran up his towering spine, and Cory could feel and hear a slight rumbling coming from Benji’s body. He smiled drunkenly at Cory as and grunted softly as his neck, shoulders, and pecs jiggled and swelled a little larger, and could feel himself rising further into the air slightly as Benji tacked on another half foot in height. A slight difference, yes, but noticeable nonetheless. Benji bent over and set Cory back down in the pool.

“Sexual liberation looks good on you, man!” Benji said to Cory with his big hands on his giant hips. He smacked his lips, “Tastes good, too… Move over, you guys, I wanna cool off a bit.”

Nate and Cory spread to opposite sides of the above-ground pool, making room for their friend. Benji stepped through the pool and out on the other side, then squatted—his enormous thighs and calves activating—to sit down in the pool. Nate seemed to be standing in the exact direction Benji was going to sit, and he looked up to see Benji’s gargantuan ass descending, his cheeks spreading and giving Nate a front row view of his puckering rosebud. Nate was tempted to just stay there, let Benji sit on him and suck him up into his hole, squirm around in there for a bit to let Benji feel what it was like to have one of his friends inside him. Talk about a ‘Happy Birthday.’ In the last second, he decided against it and moved out of the way, letting Benji land in the water with his ass on the bottom.

Benji shifted a bit and got comfortable, his giant, meaty arms resting against the edges of the pool and his enormous legs hanging off the side and resting in the grass outside the pool. He was surprised to feel the warmth of the water and had noticed its pink hue since the time he found his way outside. He put a hand in the water and brought it out again, watching the pink water slosh off him thickly and leaving a webby trail from the water to his hand. He sucked his hand dry and felt himself perk up yet again, this time centralized in his pecs. He felt and watched them swell, bringing his arms in to squeeze them. As he squeezed them, he was surprised when his hands pulled away to see another webby trail, only this time leading from his huge nipples to his hands. Excitement buzzed in him like a high. He was fucking milking.

Benji looked seductively at Cory and Nate, “Well, seems like you two have been busy.” Cory and Nate looked at each other and giggled, watching pink jizz continue to drool out of their swinging meats and into the water, along with the gargantuan cock between them. “Busy, busy, busy. But,” he said with a pause, thumbing his nipples and showing his two friends the cum seeping out of them, inciting them to both gasp in ecstasy. “You two still have a lot of catching up to do.”

He beckoned them forward, cupping his huge, leaking pecs, and guided both of their smiling faces towards his puckering nipples.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” Benji groaned as he felt his two friends suckle at his bulging pecs. It was an orgasmic experience—feeling the spunk being sucked out of his chest by his two friends—so good that he was prepared to let them do it for as long as they wanted. He could feel their hard bodied grinding against his sides, their hard cocks spewing hot jizz all over him from under the pink water. As they suckled, they grunted and moaned as they began to bulge, tighten, and swell against his chest. An immense feeling of power rushed over Benji, knowing that he was the one responsible for his two friends bulking up against him, he was the titan with the power to breed more titans. He groaned and threw his head back, holding the backs of the two growing heads attached to his tits. His cock was spewing a fountain of pink jizz into the water, further thickening and diluting it. Between the growing masses inside and the movement of the three giants, the sloshing pink liquid soon reached the rim of the pool and started splashing over onto the yard.

———

“Hello?”

The party guests arrived on time and stood in the entrance to the house. The four guests—a set of twins, one short and stocky guy, and one lanky tall guy, all mutual friends of the three roommates through their shared classes/clubs/intramurals—peered into the open door but couldn’t see or hear anyone. They had all been there before to watch games, study, play PS4, etc., so none of them felt awkward or had any qualms of just.. stepping inside.

They entered the home slowly and stepped into the familiar space. The air was rich with smells: those of cleaning products, those of baked goods, plus another one that was harder to pinpoint. Something sweet, but also sour, but also musky.

“Guys? Helloooo, we’re here? Guys?” the tall lanky guy called through the house.

“Hooooooly shit!” one of the twins called out.

Everyone came to see what prompted the reaction. Turning the hall, they could see that the kitchen floor was completely soaked with some kind of pink substance. Leaning forward they could see that the living room and its furniture was soaked with the stuff too. They carefully trudged through, noting it’s odd but familiar consistency.

The short and stocky guy stood over the kitchen sink and noticed a mixing bowl inside with what seemed to be batter for whatever it was they had baked earlier, judging by the smell. He lowered his face mask and stuck a finger in the bowl and wiped its walls clean, bringing his hand up to his mouth to suck his finger clean.

It was good! An odd flavor for sure, but still damn good.

He stuck his finger back inside, scooped another fingerful, and sucked it clean again. Then again. Then again. Then—

“What in the fuck?!” someone said at the door to the backyard. The short stocky guy pulled back up his face mask and stopped sampling the substance in the bowl and turned around to follow everyone else to the back door.

Several of them slipped and lost balance on their way to the door due to do the copious about of jizz all over the floor. As they each approached the door, they could hear a deep grunting and moaning building in volume.

Except for the short stocky guy, he was taking his sweet time heading to the door because he was suddenly overcome with an intense churning feeling in his gut and felt a hot, sweaty sensation sweep through his body. It’s like he was coming down with some stomach bug in a matter of seconds. What was in that batter?! He slipped and fell face first into the mess on the floor, grunting and groaning at the slight pain. He stood up and saw that the fronts of his large shirt and shorts were soaked with the pink stuff. He also noticed the consistency of the pink stuff was the same as the consistency of what was in the bowl. He stood up, but felt as he did that he was standing taller than he was before. Stranger still, he could see himself rising higher as he planted himself on two feet. He looked down to see the ground slowly falling further and further away from him. His body began to even out a lot more, his stocky build being distributed across his new height. Just as he started to panic slightly, another burning hot sensation overtook him, prompting him to immediately remove his soiled shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his knit boxers. For some reason, he had an erection that was straining against the fabric of his underwear, but his underwear began to feel even more tight as he felt his ass push against the fabric and round out more firmly and more perfectly. He lowered his boxers, freeing his cock and balls and dropping his jaw noticing his red, throbbing erection begin to lift higher, it’s hardness making its skin super tight, and finally stretching out further than it had ever been. Then more. Then even more. He held his balls and felt them churn and swell in their sack and groaned when he felt his chest twitch and bulge out further, firmed and rounded than it ever had been, followed soon by his arms.

“What the fuck is haaa—appening to meeeeee?” he asked to no one as his body sped up the process and started growing and bulging all over.

———

Everyone except for the short stocky guy had poured into the backyard, noting the broken doorframe and the cracked wall on the outside of the door. They stood together with their mouths agape as they watched the three giants writhe and moan against one another, sucking and slurping on every gigantic body part they could in a pool that was spilling over with the same pink stuff that was in the kitchen and living room. Their faces were sharp and angled and contorted in pleasure, but they all bared a striking resemblance to the three roommates of the house, Nate, Cory, and birthday boy Benji. Benji was without a doubt the largest of the three titans in the pool, but not by two much now at this point. Cory stood over Benji’s cock like a water fountain and eagerly drank the pink stuff that was cascading out of it while Nate was latched onto one of Benji’s perky, giant nipples.

Before they could say anything, the tall lanky guy felt heavy footsteps behind him and saw in his peripheral a hulking, bulging man’s yep up next to him. He looked over and came face to face with a voluptuous pec shelf. His eyes traveled further upwards and he swallowed dryly as he saw the face of the hulking man standing next to him: based on his eyes and his hair, it was undoubtedly their short stocky friend—though he was anything but that moments before.

“Holy fuck,” the tall lanky guy remarked breathlessly. The twins looked around and saw their hulking friend standing behind them. He was dreamy in every way now, and his body demanded to be worshipped. Their eyes traveled downwards and noticed his complete nudity, his new porn star cock drooling more of the pink stuff onto the ground. He simply threw his head back in greeting to the rest of them and bounced his pecs for them, loving how horny he knew he was making them. He looked at the giants in the pool, quickly recognizing them as his other friends, but even more quickly noticing the source of the pink stuff that was all over the house.

“Oh fuck yeah, gimme more of that,” he said deeply as he removed his mask completely and jogged over to the pool and hopped in. Benji, Nate, and Cory welcomed him in in an inadvertently bro-like cheer. He and Cory shared a deep kiss and he then lowered himself to wrap his lips around Cory’s swollen cock head while Cory continued drinking from Benji.

Benji turned and looked in the direction his friend came from and noticed the other guests standing near the house with their jaws hanging open.

“Guys, you made it!!” he boomed deeply with a feral grin and between moans. “Get the fuck in here! Y’all have a lot of catching up to do!”

Oh wow. What the hell? WHATS HAPPENING TO ME?

BONUS ROUND!! (felt generous, what better way to celebrate 5k than with 5 stories haha) Seeing all slots were filled you felt both disappointed and relieved at the same time. Sure a hot transformation would have been great but who knows what would have happened to you.

you get up and start to tidy up around your house, some mild day to day chores like vacuuming and taking out the trash. Soon you started to feel much heavier than normal and a quick glance in the mirror revealed why.

Big beefy and built were 3 words that now described your perfectly. You took a slight step to the slide and watched the veins in your arms pulse pushing blood into your muscle. A tiny lightbulb went off in your head and you began to jog on the spot. Each step you watched yourself get bigger and bigger, you felt yourself get heavier and heavier until you had to stop, the weight was too much for you to move and you were panting and out of breath.

Freak, overgrown and massive were 3 words that described you much better now. You flexed and posed watching your muscles swell ever so slightly bigger with each movement.

Another lightbulb went off in your head, if every time you moved you got slightly bigger.....how much longer did you have left before you became completely muscle bound...

Enjoy the mobility whilst it lasts king

Oh my god, what’s happening to me???

"WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!?!" you yell out as your body aches all over. Your muscles fill with blood and you watch and your shirt gets tighter, your thighs stretch your pants and you start to feel so constrained and uncomfortable. You roll up your shirt as more definition is pumped into your pecs making them stick out and you almost can't see past them. Within seconds your thighs get even thicker and you ass balloons outwards. "AH FUCK WHATS GOING ON" you yell out earing your voice get slightly higher.

You struggle to pull your pants up around you huge muscled bubble but and watch in the mirror as the bulge in the front of your pants slowly gets smaller and smaller. You waist pulls in giving you a strong V shape to your entire body, and with a waist that small it showcases how fat your ass has gotten.

You stand there moaning and panting like a bitch, rubbing your new bubble butt. You desperately want to get railed, you can't even imagine topping now, you just want to permanently be on your hands and knees and have a steady stream of guys unload inside you. Enjoy the rest of your days as a Femboy jock.

The only thing I look forward to anymore is going to the gym.  Not even drinking is good anymore.  I hate being hungover because it means I have less energy for the gym.  It might even keep me from going to the gym. That’s not likely though because I need to go to the gym.  I need to learn more about muscles and going to the gym.  I need to change my life and become a dumb jock because thinking is stupid.  I hate thinking.   Thinking gets you nowhere.  Talking smart gets you nowhere.  Smart is just thinking too much about thinking.  Thinking too much about anything is bad.  It is actually bad for you.  Being smart is bad for you.  It’s like an illness.  You shouldn’t celebrate being smart, you should actively work to cure it.  When someone is smart around you, you should feel bad for them that they have to be smart.  It’s a sickness, being smart.  The only cure is going to the gym.  Changing your focus.  Maybe even your career.  Become a personal trainer maybe.  Your whole life should focus on this.  You’re a fighter, right?  You can beat smart.  Start going to the gym today, if you don’t already.  If you do already, go more.  If you go as much as you can, go HARDER.  Go BEAST.  Get fucking ripped.  Just yesterday I came in the shower feeling how big my traps have gotten.  I want them to get bigger.  I want people to comment on my fucking muscles, not my smarts. I want to say the word gym in almost every sentence, or muscle.  I can do this.  You can too.

Terms and Conditions

Levi arrived at the train station late at night. Nobody else was on the train on his way home let alone on the platform when he got off. Levi took his ear phones out of his pocket ready for for his walk home but to his disappointment realised they were dead. He sighed folding up his earphone case shoving it back in his pocket preparing for the quite walk home in the dark. As Levi approached the station exit he heard what sounded like arcade music and saw flashing lights out of the corner of his eye. Tucked away in a small room was a table set up, arcade music was playing in the room as cheap disco lasers spun around. On either side of the table were posters of chiselled abs with the words "FREE TRANSFORMATION BECOME THE ULTIMATE MAN" written over the top in what looked to be a rushed photoshop job. Levi had been thinking about getting a personal trainer for a few weeks now and he didn't want to pass up on the chance for a free session or two, even if the trainer was this bad at advertising. He looked around for any information but all he could see was a QR code taped down to the middle of the table. Levi scanned it and it took him to a website just as corny and asked him to upload his 'before' photo. Shrugging it off he scrolled through his photos and selected one he had taken on a night out a few weeks earlier.

Once uploaded the website brought up a page 'TERMS AND CONDITIONS'. Levi began reading but after the first sentence assumed it was the basic bullshit all websites have, he tried to skim read it but after realising that the terms and conditions document was over 400 pages long he just speedily scrolled his way to the bottom ignoring all of it until a large blue button labelled 'ACCEPT' showed up. Levi pressed the button and his phones web browser instantly closed. Levi tried to do the whole process all over again but the browser couldn't even open the website anymore. Rolling his eyes in disappointment it became clear whoever was running this program was struggling to get their career off the ground because they were so bad at marketing or even basic tech. He put his phone in his pocket and left the station to head home and go to bed.

The next morning Levi woke up and felt groggy, his body was sore all over like he had just done a week long boot camp and he felt slightly heavier. He stretched and felt like his shoulds and quads were much tighter than usual. He put one hand on his shoulder to try and help stretch it but it felt larger, bulkier...

Looking down he saw that his shorts had split open in the middle of the night and out of the shredded fabric poked strong thicc smooth muscles. his abs were more defined and and his arms were pumped up with definition. He had always been fit but somehow over night had transformed into a complete jock. He covered himself up and took a picture, surely this was all just a dream.

Whilst trying to find his gallery he came across a new app on his phone labelled 'Ultimate Man' when he opened it he was saw just a page that looked like it was written in the notes app with a few sentences on it.

"congratulations on embracing masculinity, through your free transformation we are going to turn you into the ultimate man! get ready to embrace manhood big guy"

Levi cringed at the terribly written message but whoever was behind it clearly was doing something right, even if they came off like an idiot.

Suddenly Levi began to feel warm and could feel his heart pumping. But it didn't feel like exercise or even anything strenuous it just felt like he could really notice all of the blood in his body moving around. Levi felt himself get hard and he looked down under the covers. Even his dick looked bigger. He opened up his browser app and went to his favourite website to look at videos and images of hot guys. On the home page happened to be an image of a buff Olympic swimmer climbing out of the pool, instantly Levi moaned as he came without even touching himself. He looked down at his twitching manhood, it continued to drool over his bare abs. He cleaned himself up and put a pair of shorts on and tried to make his way to the kitchen. It didn't even take two steps before Levi moaned loudly again and his knees locked together causing him to fall to the floor. He felt his underwear fill with warms and he felt his dick pulse and twitch, he took a breath thinking it was over before it fired off again.

Levi squirmed on the ground moaning unable to stop as his body forcefully went through cycles of pleasure. He didn't even have the strength to sit up. His shorts had become drenched and were stuck to him but it didn't stop. Levi tried to take them off but his hands never even made it to the waist band he simply stopped and massaged his throbbing pelvis as waves of pleasure were sent up to the rest of his body. He didn't know what was happening and couldn't even think he just laid on his bedroom floor squirming in pleasure as he was forced to come over and over again.

After a few hours it finally stopped. Levi was stuck on the ground panting like a dog in summer but after a few minutes he was able to pick himself up. He pulled off his shorts now 3 shades darker and coated in a layer of sticky gloss. He went to put them in the wash basket but ended up just dropping them on the ground next to his bed and by the time the loud wet *shlop* of his shorts finished echoing around the room he had already forgotten about wanting to wash them.

Levi put on a basic black shirt and another pair of shorts, both felt so tight it was almost like a second skin. He passed the mirror in his hallway once again he looked bigger, more defined and the imprint of his dick stood out like a sore thumb. He was still hard and his sorts were so tight every second step made him wince in a mix of pain and pleasure as he had become so sensitive down below.

Levi went to make breakfast and realised it was almost lunch

"fuck I really need to get to the gym"

he thought to himself, forgetting that he didn't even have a gym membership. Mindlessly Levi started to make his way to his car and drove to the closest gym. He was panting like a dog the entire way as the vibrations from the car gently stimulated his manhood but to him it felt like the best pleasure his dick had ever received. He felt his shirt and shorts become tighter, a few tears began to form around his thighs and the shirt started to ride up revealing his abs, it was almost like his clothes were shrinking. His toes curled as his shoes felt tighter. Finally he arrived at the gym.

Levi needed to take a moment after parking his car, he was still panting and he couldn't help but rub his groin which alone was enough to make him feel like he was edging. After almost half an hour of sitting in his car trying to collect himself he finally got out and made his way to the gym entrance. His car somehow looked smaller to him, and all his clothes felt like one wrong move and they'd all rip off. He tried his best to pull his shirt down to his waist but there was still a few inches of skin that could be seen. His shorts where the worst, he could see in the reflection of the gym windows how they hugged his thighs forming a nice V shape and he could feel how they rode up his ass, like he'd put on a pair 6 sizes too small.

Levi opened the door and went to the reception desk as his body began to feel warm again. He rapidly dinged the bell on the desk a few times before hearing a slight click noise, looking down he noticed the top of the bell had caved in and he gritted his teeth with a slight look of embarrassment on his face. A receptionist walked over from the other side of the desk and took one look at Levi, without even thinking he said,

"forgot you member ship again big guy?"

the trainer sighed and buzzed the small plastic gates open, Levi was confused but didn't question it, he quickly walked through the gates feeling desperate to work out. As he walked he felt his thighs now rubbing against each other, he felts he biceps and pushing past his pecs as his arms swung, and he felt the monster python in his pants creep slightly further to the elastic in his underwear.

Levi set up the cable machine almost by instinct. He began pulling the weight and didn't even realise he had it set to the most weight possible, and it didn't even feel like anything.

His shirt felt tighter and tighter as the sleeves pulled up above his biceps and the waist pulled up almost to his pecs, by now it looks like he was wearing a crop top. Levi struggled to pull his shirt off and was stunned by the amount of mass on his body. He could barely pull his eyes away from the mirror as he watched himself workout, he was hypnotised by the way his biceps moved and the way his pecs bounced with each movement.

Levi felt himself get heavier and heavier to the point simply moving between machines now had him out of breath, his shorts were now so tight and pulled up they practically looked like a thong. Finally Levi stopped working out feeling the enormous weight of his size falling on his. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and stared at the freakishly massive man in the mirror.

He took a step back whilst flexing and felt something bump up against his ass. He turned around expecting it to be a bench but it was one of the gym staff.

"hey man, watch where you step hahah" the staff member laughed

It took Levi a minute to get the joke, he thought the staff member was sitting at first, but his eyes widened as he realised he was in fact standing. Levi scratched his head trying to work out if this guy just happened to be short but it was hard to work out when half his view was blocked by a massive shelf of his muscles that were his pecs. It was him finally realising he was half barefoot that finally made it click in his head. He looked in the mirror at the remains of his size 12 shoes torn to pieces and bits of fabric and rubber barely around his enormous feet.

He walked through the gym to the changing rooms trying to gauge how large he had become when he saw the weight station people used to track their stats. As he got closer to the station he watched the plank of wood used to measure height get smaller and smaller until he found himself in front, looking down at the number 8FT that was barely up to the bottom of his pecs. Levi stepped on the scales and watched the digital numbers rapidly shoot up until it began to slow around 700lsb. Levi took a deep breath as he moved his mass off the scale back down to the ground, even the 3 inch drop was enough to make small things on shelves near him rattle and shake.

Levi caught himself moving towards the changing room in the mirror, he thought he was walking normal but in reality he had a ridiculous wide waddle that took up the entire walk way. As he walked through the doors to the changing rooms a large thud caused everyone in the gym to turn their heads. Levi, not used to his new size had smashed his head into the door frame but it felt like someone had flicked him rather than walking face first into metal, as he took a second to recover he saw that the door frame had actually bent slightly from the impact.

The massive giant sat on the wooden bench alone in the changing room, it comedically bent in towards the centre, his massive weight almost causing it to bend to the ground. Levi scrolled his phone to find the app hoping there was a way to size down. He opened the app he saw a few notifications but clicked the latest one.

"Congratulations, you are almost the perfect man, one final step and you will be the optimal man! FINAL STEPS: Intellect deletion protocol and Personality Rewrite"

Immediately after reading those words Levi's head felt funny, felt almost blurry, all the embarrassment about turning into a literal giant went away, all the worries about clothes fitting him were gone and new feelings started to come in. Levi looked up into the changing room mirror and smiled.

He flexed his massive bicep

"OOOOOOH YEEAAH THATS NICE"

he rose his second arm to flex his other

"FUCK IM SO BIG, BEING THIS HUGE IS AMAZING"

He stood up once again feeling his insane weight

"Oh fuck, im so heavy, but damn, so big" He said as he struggled to reach across his own body to reach his bicep

His phone pinged loudly and Levi opened it to the app, but it looked like gibberish, he couldn't make out a single word, he scratched his head with confusion, Suddenly an audio file played

"Congratulations on becoming the Ultimate Man, we are currently offering a one time special offer for only the manliest of men, increase size by an additional 2 feet and 130 pounds, to claim say "I'm a manly man"

Levi's eyes lit up with glee, he didn't understand a single thing it said other than the words 'increase size' without missing a moment he yelled at his phone

"FUCK YEAH, IM A MANLY MAN"

He watched as his hands became thicker, watched as his dick print started to look like it was gonna rip through what was left of his clothes, his head turned to the mirror and he flexed his hulked out frame with all his might watching as it started to expand even bigger.

"FUUUUUUCCCKKK YEEEEAAHHH MAN" He screamed panting, completely out of breath as the giant before him got bigger and bigger and it was almost too much for him to even move......

Dumb Jock

I can feel my IQ slipping in this body. All I seem to care that is protein and lifting. I can feel my intellect transforming into nothing more than a dumb jock. Considering the trade-off, I’m OK with that. It’s strangely liberating to have no concern other than maintaining this impressive physique. 

“Wassup, baby boi! You ready for me to come over and fuckin pound that tight little ass good and hard? Yeah I bet you are! Been dreaming about having my huge fuckin bod on top of you all day, haven’t you? Damn I can’t to put my big cock between those plump cheeks! Gonna make sure you get fuckin dominated by every inch of this hot bod all night long! Hahaha!!”

Ask and You Shall Receive

Keanu was a party boy from the streets of New York. Spent most nights in the clubs dancing up on guys. Half the time he'd end up shirtless dancing on the bar flexing in lean muscles driving everyone wild.

Keanu burst into his apartment at 3am half drunk stumbling down his hallway. He didn't manage to score tonight and was horny as hell. If he couldn't fuck, he'd have to relieve himself some other way.

He threw himself down on his bed and flicked open an incognito tab on his phone. Keanu normally found himself bringing home twinks and twunks but what he really wanted was a guy with some size, a huge bodybuilder to totally dominate and make into his bitch. Keanu got hard just thinking about it and went straight to looking up images of massive tanky guys in tight constricting posers. Keanu scrolled through images until he found one with a short caption tied to it. He read it getting finding himself drawn to the fantasy. He had never seen something like this before and clicked on the photo being taken to a website with hundred of captioned photos and stories about guys growing from a skinny jock into a bodybuilder as big as a mountain. Keanu's eyes were glued to the screen and he was captivated by the fantasy.

He had dumbed his load on his bare stomach and chest 3 times and he was ready to go again realising he had discovered a new fetish. Scrolling down the rabbit hole he found one offering suggestions / asks for transformations with a personal touch. Keanu's half drunk brain half horny brain thought he had come up with the perfect suggestion...

"I want to grow so big bodybuilders look like twinks next to me"

Keanu chuckled to himself and fell asleep with one hand on his dick.

Keanu woke up groggy the next morning feeling the pain in his head from his hangover. He would rather spend all day in bed but he knew he had to get his morning routine on the way. Keanu got up, making himself a cup of coffee as he wasn't one to eat first thing. He then dropped down on his half and tip toes to pump out 50 push ups and 50 sit ups like he did every morning.

Keanu picked himself up off the floor and moved his sweaty body to the bathroom for a shower. Looking in the mirror something was different, his body seemed fuller and not just from a pump but he felt bigger too. It was probably his ego combined with his hangover making him feel bigger than he really was but that didn't mean he still didn't feel big.

All day Keanu felt stronger, when he was lifting boxes at work, carrying shopping home, even when he was out flaunting his body on the dance floor he found himself clumsy and bumping into people more often, found his clothes feeling tight like they had all shrunk in the dryer, but he didn't think much of it.

The next morning was almost the same, wake up, coffee, workout but instead of taking a shower instead he had to go back to the kitchen and make himself something to eat, for some reason he found himself starving and craving a protein shake.

Keanu mixed up a shake and made himself a bowl of cereal which is scoffed down like a beast. He caught a whiff of himself still sweaty after his workout he then went to take a shower. Only this time when he saw himself in the mirror he definitely noticed the difference.

His muscled were thicker but not just thicker they were bulging out of his clothes. His mouth dropped and his brow tensed with shock as he flexed his bicep examining himself in the mirror. He dropped his pants leaving himself in his underwear trying to examine his thick quads but he couldn't quite get a look even when he tried standing up on the edge of his bathtub. Although he could feel just by tensing his legs and from how tight his underwear was around his ass he had definitely gained a lot more than a few pounds of muscle overnight.

Right as Keanu was about to get in the shower his phone alarm rang telling him to leave for work. He quickly dashed out of the bathroom throwing on any clothes he could get around his new bigger frame. His clothes still fit but he definitely felt them struggle to stretch over his back as he moved. Running out the door and into the apartment complex elevator he got almost to the bottom floor when he saw a small dark patch in the bent reflection. Upon closer inspection Keanu saw faint pit stains on his shirt under both his arms and the elevator smelt slightly of sweat. He scratched the back of his head.

"Guess that's what happens when I don't shower after working out" he thought.

Getting used to the changes were strange. A crate he'd normally need to ask for help to move he almost through across the room on his own. Lucky everyone at work was used to the smell of manual labour otherwise other people at his job might realise he forgot to shower.

The next morning Keanu got out of bed hearing his stomach growl. He Instantly got up rubbing his six pack, feeling his abs be more defined than yesterday. The novelty hadn't kicked yet, at least not until he had something to eat. Hungrier than yesterday he smashed a shake and two bowls of cereal. After eating he hit his normal workout and went to take a shower. He saw himself in the mirror, bigger and fuller once again. As the water was warming up Keanu sat on the edge of his bath, looking down at his chest bouncing his pecs to himself.

His back was wider, lats and chest sticking out competing for space with his arms. His legs were wide and his quads rubbed against each other. Keanu's walk was slowly turning into more of a lumber.

He grabbed his pec with his massive hand and rubbed his hard defined abs. By the time he pulled himself out of his self inflicted trance he had run out of hot water and his alarm was ringing for him to go to work.

"fuck" he said turning the shower off running to his bedroom to grab some clothes.

Keanu frantically ran around his room trying to find something to fit, his jeans wouldn't go up over his massive legs, his arms wouldn't fit through the arm holes in his shirts, he couldn't even get his button ups to come half way across his chest. The only thing he had left were his gym tank and shorts. Both of which used to be loose casual fits for him but now they were tight, like a bodybuilder who ordered the size down from what he needed.

Keanu frantically ran out of his house to the apartment building elevator. As the doors open he went to walk through them when he bounced out, both his shoulders smashed into the duel opening doors. He was so used to knowing when it was open enough for him to enter for years and now he was clumsy with his new size. Standing in the elevator the smell of sweat was starting to become potent. He'd have to make sure he took a shower on his day off.

Keanu woke up groggy from a late night of partying until 4am. Sitting up in his bed he felt a constricting pressure around his legs. Pulling back his bed sheets he saw a pair of jeans ripped and torn around his massive tree trunk legs, so tight the veins of his legs could be seen pressing through the fabric that hasn't been ripped.

Keanu stood up hearing the sound of denim. He tried to take off the jeans but it was like peeling off a layer of skin. It was like they had been shrunk after putting them on.

Finally pulling them off he realised how badly he needed a shower. two days of hard working and a full night of partying without a proper shower left him stinking worse than all the guys he worked with combined. He walked down the hall, bumping into a few things along the way struggling to reconfigure his internal gyroscope. After waking up as big as he was yesterday he expected he'd stop growing by now, but he was shocked at how massive he was when he looked in the mirror.

Keanu was twice as wide as he was yesterday and easily twice as dence. He struggled to curl his arm up to take a selfie, his bicep and forearm fought against one another and it was almost like he was forced to flex if he wanted to use his arms.

He dropped his arms to the side trying to leave them resting comfortably but his wide back and lats made his arms stick out like he was always doing a lat spread. Keanu took a few steps hearing his steps making his entire apartment vibrate sounding like he was stomping just from a regular step. His muscles bounced in the mirrors and he got hard looking at his size move. Keanu reached down and found it difficult to reach his dick, as he rotated his arm forward his shoulders and biceps collided, he could just barely grab his dick, not just from how his massive muscles constricted his size but from how much girth and size had been added to his manhood. It wasn't something he had been noticing compared to the massive changes of his swelling muscles everyday.

Keanu waddled his massive frame back to his bedroom, feeling his thighs rubbing against each other constricting his movement. He made it to his bed lying down feeling his massive weight bend the frame in. He pulled out his phone which was dwarfed by his enormous hands. Keanu reached down to his dick able to comfortably move with one leg half cocked in the air.

Keanu went to the cite he was on the other night and found a reply posted to the request he just barely remembers sending in. He read the story seeing images of him posted in between long paragraphs about him growing when he's asleep. Keanu began to jerk himself off moaning as he read the story. He got to a paragraph where he read about growing whilst he pleasured himself, he felt the blood pump up his muscles and heard as his body adjusted itself with the constant swelling of size. His phone looked like it was becoming smaller by the second and it was harder for him to keep his hand wrapped firmly around his manhood.

Keanu was on the edge right as he got to the end of the story. He quickly clicked the request button.

"I wanna be stupid big, make me stupid big"

Keanu blew his load all over his abs and relaxed into his bed. His head felt slightly cloudy. Looking at his tiny phone a short story tied to his latest ask popped up on the screen.

A picture of him as an enormous swollen titan standing in front of a mirror in what looked like his bathroom with the simple caption.

"you are so massive and so heavy but so fucking stupid you can barely string a sentence together you dumb horny giant"

Keanu got up and waddled his ridiculous mass to his bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror shocked at his bulging size but before a thought of regret could form in his head he noticed drool pouring out the corner of his mouth and his jaw slowly fell open as all his thoughts evaporated.

UHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh HUHUHUH

Keanu let out a moronic laugh giggling at how he bounced his pecs in the mirror.

Now if only the monstrous moron could figure out how to get a hold of his dick...

Becoming Alpha!

I Begin...

This has been coming for over 3 months now.  Every time he is around, I can't take my eyes off of him.  I know he sees me, but I don't care and oddly enough, it seems, neither does he.  He is the largest and most incredible looking man I have ever seen.  He is so thick with muscle that you'd think that he could barely move, but he is an incredibly agile giant. He’s limber and he stretches better than most. It's as if he has the accelerated body of a gymnast, but with huge balloon-like muscles. He's cut and inhumanly huge, looking like a Superhero.  He literally looks like one of those morphed guys that you see online on the Muscle Growth sites, but he's made of real flesh and blood.  All of the woman and most of the men fawn over him like bees to honey, but when I'm there, it seems his attention is on me, just as much as my attention is on him.  It's uncanny, but I feel he is there just for me.  

He is an Asian man, but I'm not sure what ethnicity, nor do I care. He is simply marvelous:  Dark wavy hair, skin like bronzed butter with intense features and a square jawline.  His piercing ocean blue eyes that see deep into your watery soul and lift you out of the depths of your normal life.  Those sensuously deep red, plump, delicious looking full lips, that caresses the air of which he breathes with a hypnotic cadence of sound that soothes your inner demons and raises your hidden desires.  His upper arms are at least 30 inches around and his forearms alone must be 20 inches thick. Arms that could crush a man ribs into dust with just the slightest hug, but would rather lift a man to new heights.  His chest was like a pair of life preservers made of steel, with nipples that are brownish and as big as a baby's pacifier, which hang down, like fruit on a vine, due to the weight of his massive pec muscles.  

He never wears a shirt, mainly and honestly, because I don't know of one that would fit him.   He comes into Alpha Gym from the outside shirtless, even in the winter and it's as if the weather doesn't even phase him.  I was sure his skin was impenetrable. He was always in skintight shorts, of various colors, so he must change them. Normally shorts of that size, I'm guessing at least a 5XL, but probably larger, would hang loosely on anyone else, but on him they literally look painted on, and that's not just an expression.  You can see every muscle move under those shorts...EVERY muscle!  His ass was as large as small suitcase with two huge basketball sized rocks for buttocks. His shorts were pulled so tight across them that there was an open gap where his ass-crack began, that would easily fit a hand down in it loosely, letting you see and feel the beginning of paradise. The front of his shorts is obscene even beyond porn’s highest standards, with his package protruding at least 8 inches out from his body and hanging about the same 8 inches down between his legs. The mound was filled with a cock that stretched the fabric around it leaving nothing to the imagination and the visibly lined head actually rested below the largest balls of immense glory I have ever witnessed.  His thighs are, each, larger than a Great Dane's torso and with each step or movement of them it shows the muscle cords through his bronze translucent skin. But his legs were, other than a small tuft of black hair under his arms, the most prominent area of his body that had a thin layer of hair running over it.  In fact, there was actually more than just a trace, though It's not noticeable until the light hits it just right, of a smooth field of golden fur covering his lower body, so even though he looks smooth as silk, he is covered in micro hair.   I have come to realize he does not shave, but why shave...why do anything to take away of the mighty being that he was. 

Yes, I have noticed him and studied him that closely, but from afar.  I've watched every movement, every nuance, every justification of how incredible and otherworldly he is.  You would think that he would be gawked at or even made fun of, but everyone just treats him normal, albeit if normal was acting like schoolgirls meeting the high school quarterback.  To be in his presence is to be in the presence of greatness.  No one challenges him and no one gets too close to him, but everyone knows about him, and most are drawn to him.  You can tell that any who see him, want to be with him, to be important to him.  Me? Well....there is no doubt that I'm drawn to him, but here's the thing, I should mention that I'm not gay, or I don't think I am, because honestly, since I can't get him out of my head, I just don't know anymore.  I've begun to dream about him, both day and night.  I've looked at other guys, big muscular guys, just to see if I'm attracted to them, but...well...I don't think so.  Sure, I appreciate them and, I'm sure due to him, I would love to feel their power, but it's more of an idol/worship thing than it is sexual in nature.  With him?  There is this presence of feeling whole and longing that I can't seem to shake or what too, for that matter.  Plus, I'm guessing all bets are off, because from the very moment I see him, my cock gets so hard it hurts and the throbbing of it, travels through my entire body, as if my whole body has an erection.

When he is around, my workout feels amazing.  The pump I get is more than any other time that I work out when he's not near me. Is it because I want to impress him or is it something else?  But My God...When I'm near him, I have gained more muscle and strength, faster than ever.  Each time he's in the gym at the same time with me, I literally gain about 20-25lbs of hard muscle.  I have gone from a middle-aged plump man to a well-toned muscled, contest ready bodybuilder...and it's all happening within the last 3 months, since I've seen and been around him.  As well, I think even my cock has grown an inch or two as it was thicker in my hand and to pump it, I could now use 2 hands.  Also, every time he is near, it's not just like I said about getting so rock hard, it's that I have no choice but to beat off in the showers. It's uncontrollable.  I literally don't care about anything else, just getting that feeling of power and pure ecstasy.  It's a feeling that is beyond a regular orgasm.  It's as if, when I cum, I go to another plane of existence.  The moment the water hits me, I begin my ritual of self-worship.   I pinch my nipples and feel my new harder, bigger muscles than I had when I came in that day.  I play with my entire body, edging myself and even fingering myself.  I get loud, but no one seems to care.  In fact, I get off on the fact that I know others can hear me and it makes them horny.   I get hard as ever as I feel a power course through me that drives me mad with ecstasy.  My orgasms are doubled in intensity and the amount of cum in me has tripled, as I paint the shower walls and then without even losing momentum as I'm still in a type of sexual frenzy, I lick the walls and myself clean of my cum.  The taste of my cum only makes me hornier in a vicious cycle that I can't escape.  Sometimes, even one orgasm isn't enough, as I shoot 2 or 3 times until I empty my newly larger ample nuts.  Lately, I've thought more about some of the other guys, and I'll leave the curtain open as I self-love having them watch me from their stalls.  Their admiration gets me off, too.  

So yeah, I can't explain the feeling inside me when he is around me.  I'm totally energized, horned up beyond belief, stronger than normal and I feel I could fuck a hole through a wall.   Some of the other muscle guy's asses have made me think, "Hey, it's just another hot hole that needs filled.  They would be blessed to have my cum enter them, but I haven't gone there...yet.   It's as if his mere presence changes me and I'm completely giving myself to it.  Last week, he talked to me and told me how proud he was of my growth in size and strength just in the past few months.  He really talks to anyone.  But then he did something that no one else, that I have ever seen, had happened too.  He touched my shoulder and an electric feeling of power and strength that ran through me almost made me pass out.  Visions soared inside me, and I looked up at him as I sat on the weight bench, as at that moment, I knew I was his.  He knew it was well as he passed his magic to me, in that moment of touch, everything to get me ready for what was to come.  All he said to me was, "Soon".  I had no idea what he meant, but at the touch of his hand and his word, I got harder than I had ever been almost immediately, and I shot a good-sized load inside my shorts without even trying.  He smiled and walked away, but he looked back and winked at me, to which I had my second orgasm within less than a minute after the first.  You would have thought I'd be exhausted, but it was the complete opposite.  I had never felt more energized, and I worked out for 4 hours that night, with a hard on that would not ebb, until the gym was almost empty.  What the fuck kind of power does this man have over me, I thought, but at the same time, I didn't care. I wanted more.  I went to get a drink of water and got up the courage to go and talk to him, but he was gone. 

I continued to workout for about another hour and then I went to take a shower. Since my hard on would not go down, I... well, let's just say I got a few strange looks, but a couple of the looks were of a definite interest which only made me hornier.  What the fuck?  I was getting sexually aroused by the other guys and I was completely giving into it.  One of the guys actually said to me that I was totally fuckable as he grabbed my rock-hard ass after I had stripped down in the locker room.  I quickly put on my towel, but at the same time I wanted him to continue to touch me and more.  In fact, I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock under my towel as hand continued to fondle me.  I excused myself by saying, "Soon" (Hmm, that was odd) and I walked to the showers.  As, I passed another guy, in his shower stall, drying off, I stopped when I heard him gasp and mutter under his breath, "Fuuuckkkk me, daddy".  I noticed how thick and muscled he was (which I barely ever would have done before) and I smirked at him as I took off my towel, playfully revealing my hard muscled body and rock-hard dripping cock.   I licked my lower lip and motioned with my eyes looking down his chiseled body.   He responded by licking his lips at me and looking around as if to see if anyone was watching. "Wanna wack off?" was all he said and honestly, a few months ago, I would have been appalled and disgusted, but now, I completely welcomed the man's advances and I desired to stick my cock down his throat or up his ass.  I started jerking my cock for him and he reciprocated.  As we both began the ritual, I looked down the shower stall hallway to see the ass groper and another hot well hung black man, watching me as I stepped into the stall, I turned on the water and didn't close the curtain. Both men were hard as rock and seemingly not a bit worried about anyone else that might have seen us.  In fact, all 4 of us acted like the world was only us at the moment and no one else mattered. 

The second the water touched my body, I shot a large wad of precum out into the shower stall hallway, and I heard the black man say, "Fuck, did you see that?" to the ass groper.  I looked over at my other admirer and he was jacking his cock like a fucking rabid animal. He was moaning loudly as I yearned for his body, which was hairy and thick with muscle and his cock was very thick with full ripe balls that yearned to explode their cum.  There was no doubt that I yearned for him, but I felt he yearned for me even more and that was even more of a turn on.  I wanted to fuck him and fill him with my cum. I wanted him to eat my ass and suck my cock. I wanted to own him.  In fact, I wanted all 3 of them. I needed them to worship me.  I felt a new power inside of me.  It was a power of dominance and control. I was the one they all wanted, and I was gonna give them all of me.  I was the Alpha and these...these things...were mine to use and control.  My level of excitement rose in tornado of desire as I began to jack my cock as well.  Using both my hands which didn't entirely cover my shaft, I pumped at him like I was going to fire my cannon across the hallway to put him through the back wall.  He was definitely impressed by my body and the look on his face was the most incredible look of yearning for someone that I had ever seen. He began to moaning even louder as we fist fucked ourselves. The other two men couldn't care less about being discreet as they came over, standing outside of my admirer's stall and fist pumped their own cocks.   The sounds of masturbation rang through the stalls and locker room. The wet slapping of skin and the intense crazed moans of a fire that was unrelenting coursed through us. My main focus was on my shower admirer, but I could also hear the satisfied and yearning moans of the other two men as they joined in harmony.  The feeling of one of my new super orgasms was quickly rising and I yelled to them that I was close, pointing with my free hand for the three of them to kneel in front of me.  Without hesitation, shower stud bolted out of his stall and the other two joined him, reaching me with a fervor I had never seen before as they knelt, with a bang on the tile floor, in front of me.   Their mouths opened and I plunged my cock deep in my admirer, just in time for my first huge eruption ever into a man.  At that very moment, I knew I was gay.  I had always known it, but never accepted it.  Now I relished it.  Now, I let it all out.

He tried, but he could not take the amount of cum that was jettisoning out of me into his mouth.  He swallowed as fast as he could, moaning like a cow as my pearl white jizz ran out of the side of his mouth and down onto his furry chest rug.  Both the other men began lapping up the excess cum from his chin, mouth and chest.  Then in response, he began to buck his hips as volley after volley of cum shot out of his cock coating my legs and feet. As I continued to cum in my loyal subject, I opened my eyes as I welcomed the site of both Ass groper and the black man kneeling in front of our stall as they too were cumming aIl over each other.  After we all had expelled our cum for that round, I motioned for the other two men to join me in my stall and for the next 2 hours more cum was ingested and impregnated into my loyal subjects than I thought I was able to produce. I must have cum at least 8 times, each time with only a slight less of an amount. By the eighth orgasm I was cumming like that of a normal man.  All 3 of these normally macho, viral muscle studs were completely under my spell, like my own little piglets.  Oddly, a spell that I never knew I had the power of, but now I had an abundance.   I was now a changed man, no, I wasn't a man any longer.  I felt as if I was a God and I could have most any man I wanted. I knew it. I felt it.  My Asian God had given me a gift that was the most amazing gift a man could possess.  That night, I went to a gay bar for the first time, and I must have fucked, either orally or anally, about 15 men.  My cum production never stopped, either. 

The next day, I didn't see my Asian God, but I could literally, feel him everywhere I went:  At the restaurant, at the bank, at work, and then especially at the gym. I had sex 14 times that day, once with the busboy, 3 cooks and 3 waiters at the restaurant I went to for lunch, twice with my boss at work and once again with the bank manager.  I was their Alpha and they were my subjects.  As well with each one, my power inside grew as I did as well on the outside. By the end of the day, my clothes were so tight that I decided to talk (or rather fuck the gym manager) into letting me work out in the gym after it had closed.  Without any disturbance from subjects or without the confines of clothing, I worked out nude, cumming all over in the gym as I lifted. Then it happened.

I felt myself changing again...but not just physically.

As I was taking my shower for the night, I felt him.  He was inside me now, but not literally.  He was in the shower stall next to me and I practically blacked out when I first felt him.  It was when I came the first time.  He never said anything out loud, but inside me, as I continued to masturbate, without having control of myself, I felt him. My screams of euphoria filled the building.  I think I must have had an orgasm 5 times in that shower in about 15 minutes.  Finally, I felt his orgasmic hold on me leave my body and I turned off the water and collapsed on the floor.  When I regained some my strength a few moments later, I opened the curtain and left my stall.  Instinctively, I opened his shower curtain 2 showers down and there he was.  He was even bigger than I had seen him a few days prior.  He had been bent over to hide himself from my sight before, but now he stood up.  He was well over 8 feet tall, and I would have guessed around 600lbs of pure muscle.  His cock was beyond immense, being at least 16" long and 10 inches thick, and he was not hard.  I thought to myself of a few days ago, as I gazed at him in servitude, "You touched me and..."  He interrupted my thought and said out loud, "Your Welcome" and smiled.  His voice literally shook the building. Then he motioned for me to come closer to him. He kissed the top of my head and even though I was an Alpha to anyone else that would have crossed my path, I was the loyal subject when it came to him.  I was his servant.  I was his little piglet. 

He held my head and softly raised it up to look deep into the eyes.  No... into my soul.  Then, this colossal, 600lb, 8-foot giant then picked up my, now, 290lb body, by my head, as if I were a feather, to meet his gaze directly across from him.  As I looked into his blue horizon, a warmth came over me and I shivered with joy as I knew I was finally meeting...my maker.   He didn't even have to squeeze my head, to hold me up, as it was a light touch with no pain at all inside me, just an incredible warmth.  I knew my feet had left the floor, but I wasn't afraid for falling back down.  Instead, it felt euphoric.  I felt as if he were to let me go, I would simply float in front of him.  The most amazing part though was that I felt his power coursing through me. I felt his inhuman strength and his calmness of purity and truth.  I felt like I was in a constant state of orgasm, but it something that was sustainable. A controlled euphoria.   I still felt human, but more than that. I knew my body was now superhuman and that of a God, but now, with his touch, inside my mind and my soul, I felt myself progressing to all knowing and omnipotent.  Man was no longer and would never again be a threat to me.  Like him, I knew that I would never die.  I would never get sick.  I would never again feel pain.   As he changed me, he not only improved me, but he cleansed me.  He didn't say a word. He didn't have to tell me what I was becoming.  I knew...and also, I knew my place.  I knew he had chosen me and only me.  I knew I was to learn from him. Yes, the gym was empty, and it was only he and I, but honestly, we could have been in Times Square, and wouldn't have mattered.  It was only us.  We at that moment were the only true beings in the world.  If you would have been there and seen us, our light would have blinded you, but not harmed you.  This world, our world was gone for that time.  I was in another realm, his realm.

He let go of my head and I literally floated down onto my feet. He told me with his eyes to obey his every thought as my journey was far from over.  I knelt in front of him at the precise moment that he thought for me to kneel in my mind. I did as I was told.  I don't know how, but I knew where this is going, and I welcomed it. I yearned for it. He is a God and, even though I would now be considered a God in the eyes of most, I was still insignificant.  He was all that matters.  Soon, I will learn. Soon I will join him as an equal.

Soon...I will become, Alpha.

That’s right, keep eating your meal prep. You won’t even notice the mass you’re slowly packing on your frame. Laced with growth potion, every bite of this condensed nutrition goes directly to your muscle, forcing them to grow bigger thicker wider and bulgier.

You’re just a bull. You exist to eat, lift and grow. And the growth is imminent, especially when you don’t meal prep yourself.

The juiced-up transformation of Joel Thomas.

Every rep let a brain cell burn and the muscles grow. Let your old self melt away, your inhibitions turn to sweat, and anxiety fuel each curl and deep grunts. You thought you might stop when you had a decent pump, fit but not mindless, but thinking is harder now. The rush is too good. You like what you see and you want more. Bigger, stronger, dumber, hotter, you want it all now. So don’t stop. Curl those biceps, flex that chest, grunt and sweat and grow.

Have your fill

"Here's the deal," the attendant started off while you settled into the mysterious white room, "you can have as much as you want but this is a one time offer, when you step out that door," he muttered something under his breath "if you can," "that's it, so make sure you have your fill."

With that two unremarkable assistants slammed two cases of naked silver cans on the table in front of you. The man continued, "Each of these cans are expected to permanently increase your muscle mass by 10lbs, with an average activation time of only a few minutes. Drink cans one at a time waiting for the full effect before consuming another, simultaneous consumption has not yet been tested. You may monitor your progress via the readout on the wall."

You glance up at the red 4-digit readout displaying 135. In the momentary silence you feel a cold rush through your thin body as your senses finally have a chance to process your naked self, clad only in a pair of excessively baggy stretchy white shorts provided by the facility.

"If you need any more…" 'More?!' quick math says there's hundreds upon hundreds, possibly even 1000 pounds of potential muscle mass on the table in front of you if their claims are accurate, 'how could anyone need more?' He gestures to the door "…or experience any other problems, use the intercom. However, when you are satisfied, simply press the red button on your table and you'll be taken to the outpatient center for evaluation and reintegration."

"So, any questions?"

You were stupefied, unable to process your current situation even in this stripped down environment with just you, these cans, and three, wait, three buttons? "What's that other button by the door?" you ask.

"Don't worry about that, that one will only activate for lab staff such as myself," he remarks wiggling the fingers on his raised hand to illustrate his point. "Now, if there isn't anything else, I will let you get to it."

It took you a number of minutes to do anything after he left you alone in the room. You just sat frozen staring out in front of you. Finally, once you caught up to reality, you slowly reach out for a can. You feel it in your hand, it's warm, room temperature maybe. You had expected it to be cold despite not having any reason to think that. Perhaps it's the fact that you normally guzzle cold energy drinks out of such cans. You look down at yourself, taking note of your featureless body before taking a hard gulp. "Well, here goes nothing."

It's not unlike your familiar drinks, the potent flavor likely covering up other more acrid notes just like their energy-inducing counterparts. It feels weightless in your stomach, your body eagerly soaking up the contents of the can like a sponge. You sit for what feels like an eternity waiting for the promised effects to materialize, in reality waiting just a few minutes as promised for them to do so.

All over your body you feel a fizzy eagerness as your muscles show themselves for the first time in your life. A faint outline of pecs is joined by the top row of a six pack as your limbs take on similar definition. "Holy shit," is all you can utter. Fearing a hallucination you glance up at the readout pleased to see it confirm your visions, now displaying 145. Without hesitation you grab another and in just another moment you're bigger yet, already starting to look like a gym rat. During the next can you take a different tactic, instead watching the readout with burning intensity as it crept up. This cycle continues for another half hour, not that you can tell for sure, only being able to measure passage in increased pounds, not minutes.

As the display lands neatly on 225lbs, you realize that glued to the readout, you haven't even glanced down once in five or six cans. When you do… my god. 'Who is this bodybuilder sitting in this chair and how am I looking out at the view of such a physique?' you playfully think to yourself. You bring your bulging arms up in front of your chest and flex, in a flash bringing them and your pecs alive with tension. You moan in pleasure, joking to yourself, "Good thing these shorts are white." Speaking of, your quads are starting to take up ample space in the once comically baggy shorts.

Coming to grips with your already wildly transformed body, you glance over at the still mostly full case of cans and its full companion, and ponder for the first time just how far you want to take this. Honestly, you thought this trial was all a big joke, but you could walk out of here now to a completely different life. But do you want more?… do you need more?

Anything more would surely be outrageous, a much different life even yet. Your recluse life would surely be out the window with you carrying any more muscle than you already are… but heck, even now you're past that, 'people will be noticing this,' you think as you give yourself a quick flex 'and honestly the reason for noticing ain't at all bad.'

With a renewed fervor you decide to dive back in and let yourself feel out a stopping point. You soon find yourself falling back into the same cycle, its predicable outcome leading you into a stupor. You make adjustments here and there as you feel your range of motion change as your muscles swell, but unrelenting mass filling up your view does not trigger any sort of reaction. The numbers on the readout steadily tick up but soon lose their meaning. Only when you go to grab another can from the first case and come up empty are you drawn out of your trance.

Twisting your mighty chest, you peer over your pecs to stare in shock at the pile of cans on the floor to your left. You turn back to the readout… 615. For a moment you're speechless. Your eyes, darting down to realize exactly what that number meant on you, are immediately met by… not much, but so so much at the same time. Dominating your lower vision is a pair of pecs larger than you've ever seen capped to the sides by a pair of equally awe-inspiring deltoids. You're scared and frustrated by not being able to see anything else. "A muscle-growth factory like this can't spring for a mirror?" you lightheartedly, but also annoyingly, remark to yourself making note of your sexy new bass as it rumbles through your chest. You raise your monolithic arms to a double-bicep hoping to at least catch a glance of them. Though not as easily as you'd have hoped with your delts crashing into your face via the pose, you're rewarded with the sight of massive biceps each out-sizing your head twice over covered in a network of pulsing veins.

The last vestige of your rational mind for a moment returned your focus to that number… 615. That's batshit insane, what on earth have you done? You feel the weight of your unseen mass pressing on and out of you at every moment. You slowly writhe your arms and legs feeling just how much you've limited your movements. Your hands and feet have less of a chance of meeting at this point than an all too obvious catfish and their mark. 'Surely this is enough?' you think as your eyes drift to the red button.

But yet, mere inches away, the other case. Against all reason, you reach for another, ready to be once again whisked away into muscled lust.

The test being well over a couple hours in, the attendant takes this moment to check in. He's pleased by what he sees. "Well, well, well, looks like our little muscle pig is well on his way… hmm he's starting to have a little trouble drinking." He notes that his biceps and pecs are starting to restrict his ability to reach his mouth before continuing, "to be seen if he'll tap out or adapt. Session continues, 3h 13m and 29s." With that he flips the monitor back off and continues about his work.

This time you're snapped back by a splash of the precious drink hitting your face. As it snakes down your cleavage you take a beat to figure out what just happened. Preparing again for a glug you feel your tilting head firmly stopped short as it hits your overgrown traps. Attempting to counteract by bringing the can closer is stopped by a paradoxical meeting of your muscles as your attempt to push closer is only met with the opposite outcome. The can is stopped firmly once your arm is fully flexed, causing yet another splash to dribble out.

Shifting your attention, the numbers on the wall come into focus… 775. This time though, there's no reflection or doubt. Instead your mind is filled with another concern. There's so many more cans, but at this rate you're not going to be able to reach many more to your waiting lips. Your one track mind resolves to slam as many as possible in an attempt to beat the pace of the growth. Lowering your grip on the can you down it, following it up with another in your left hand. Over and over, continuing to adjust your grip as the growth kicks in until you can't even reach only pinched between your index finger and thumb.

You let out a thunderous belch as you throw the empty can to the ground. In the distance the numbers on the readout creep up, this time faster than before. The fizzy feeling amplified exponentially. Feeling a sudden urge to know what's coming you lean forward in an attempt to see over your pecs to count how many cans are left, but your abs and quads aren't giving you much range. The far end of the case comes into view as you see them, only two cans left. Just then, the admittedly formidable chair you were still perched atop finally gave up the ghost. As you slam to the floor, the once sturdy metal frame is neatly flattened by your 825lb-and-climbing twitching muscle mass of a body.

Shaking off the shock, mostly metaphorically at this point, you struggle to process the simple math, putting more focus into simple subtraction and multiplication than you did in the 2nd grade. '48 minus 2, minus 16… 30 cans… times 10… 300! plus 775…' "One-thousand and seventy-five!" you yelled to no one. "But it could be ninety-five," you say as you lock eyes with the last two cans. Your new lower seating position left you with an ever so slight chance of being able to reach them, but your vision was quickly being enveloped fully by your burgeoning pecs. Blindly you flail around, rocking the table with your powerful movements, hoping to reach one.

At this moment the attendant decides to tune back in. "Oh my, seems like someone has overindulged!" he quipped to himself, "what's wrong big guy, can't reach the button?" taking pleasure in another subject's unchecked desires overwhelming them. On his assumption he started making his way back to the room to come to his aid and assist in discharging the 1000lb+ mass of a man.

Opening the door he starts "It looks like someone needs some…" but he's not met with the sight he was expecting. There you are, against all odds with a can in each of your sturdy hands. Raising them up you stop short more than a foot above your head. Effortlessly you crush them simultaneously as the last drops of the miracle elixir trail down your face, ricocheting off the trough between your pecs, down to your buried mouth. In a frenzy of snorts and coughs, you suck it all down, letting out a guttural roar when finished.

"My bad, seems I've misjudged… and that you've defied the rules." Lightly stepping further into the room, his smile only grows as he speaks, "Well I suppose I should tell you, I did fib on that one, we have tested that little feature of our formula and found that it triggers two-fold… I don't imagine that was the first time you double-fisted today, so where are we, about 1,500lbs?"

Expecting a reply, you try your darndest to do a final bit of math, at his point peeved to be taking your attention away from you still expanding body. 'If the last cans double up… that means…' "1,395" you declare, your mighty bass muffled by your growing pecs, marking the last words to pass out your lips unimpeded.

"My, my, quite the glow up, or shall we say blow up?"

All you could do now was sit as mobility quickly finished escaping you. The feeling of the mass that you were, the mass you were still to become was overwhelming. Just above the crest of your pecs you watch the readout continue to click up. To your sides, your arms are now perpetually in your periphery propped up high not by their incalculable might, but by plain lack of space. You can't see, but you can feel the sheer area your glues and quads were taking up on the floor, the latter splayed far apart by the girth of themselves and by your growing gut, itself just now meeting the ground, your bottom set of abs feeling the cold tile. Buried deep below, your cock lets out an endless spring of cum fueled by the testosterone flowing through every inch of you. Wracked in pleasure, you finally let go of the remains of the crushed cans, falling, they bounce off your forearms on the way down.

"I must say. That was quite a display of dedication. I don't think we've ever seen someone get so creative with their consumption. I take it that you'll be wanting some more, hmm?"

He didn't wait for a reply.

"Well then, let's move onto the next phase then."

With that, he presses the third button. Like in a movie, you watch as the roof of the room lifts up and the walls fall to their sides, revealing a much larger, warehouse-sized room just as sparse and brightly lit as before, if not more. The table and mess of empty cans are whisked away as a machine tips you forward to remove the remnants of the chair and long-tattered shorts from your powerful cheeks.

"I honestly wasn't pegging you for one of our more advanced applicants, kudos!" he said feeding a flexible plastic tube through your pec valley to your mouth. "Now, just like before… just say when." With a flick, the tube filled with that same fizzy serum.

"Oh, almost forgot!"

He places a headset over your eyes. The image flickers on and at first you don't recognize the unusual shape. But then it dawns, it's you! Finally you can see yourself, and what a sight you are. But before you're able to really appreciate, the image zooms out to the full size of the room. 'Oh no, I'm so small!' you suck harder on the hose.

"Phase 2 initiation successful. Subject growth limit: undetermined. Shifting to in-person observation."

You feel his hand make contact with your 135" thigh as he increases the flow to meet your pace.