Hey Man Just Found Your Blog, Some Great Work Coming Out.I'm A Bit Burnt Out, I Was Wondering If I Could

hey man just found your blog, some great work coming out. I'm a bit burnt out, I was wondering if I could get a transformation? Im a fit 21 year old guy trying to get massive, I love long hair, huge muscles and awful B.O. but why don't you surprise me and transform me any way you see fit?

Well, if you’re gonna give me free rein to transform you, I’m gonna personally make you a real hottie, just for me.

At first, you think you’re just getting some really exceptional gains. Your muscles are bulking up at unprecedented speeds. Your posing sessions get longer and longer as your pumps get sicker every day. Somehow, it seems like your hair is growing out, too, so that you have to tie it back to see the incredible definition of your back muscles.

You notice the sweat, too. Just a little more at first, on leg day. Your shirt is soaked and smelly after you deadlift, so you take it off and continue shirtless. But by the end of the week, you’re winded and sweat-soaked after just walking down the street. All your shirts are getting covered in sweat stains, and no matter how much deodorant you use it just sluices off, leaving you musky and stinking.

But the next day, you simply can’t bring yourself to care. Your thick, musky Asian muscles are fucking hot, after all. Yeah, you’re pretty sure you’re a simpler guy than you were before you asked for my help, but that just means you’re less stressed. Can’t burn out if all you do all day is sweat, pose, and sniff your massive muscles and sweaty armpits.

What? Your dick? Oh, it’s a total monster, but don’t expect to use it much. You get off so much from your own smell that you cum all over your musky bod just from the stench, without even touching yourself.

Not to worry, you get your turn to use your powers, too. Now that I've transformed you, you can transform me however you like. I have this fantasy of being a carefree mass monster of a himbo, but I'm sure you know what's best. ;)

Hi I hope you are doing better. I know you like posers so here's a good one for you. would you rather put on a poser that would turn you into an Asian twunk withe the confidence of 100 men. or would you rather put on a poser that will blow you up into a huge Asian bodybuilder who dreams of competing and going pro but can't because you have 0 confidence and are always embarrassed of you slight layer of bulk, horrible stench and inability to stop burping and rubbing your gut from a painfully bloated 6 pack?

Wow, Definitely the second one, it'd feel fantastic, best feeling would be to put them on, grow into the perfect bodybuilder, sign up to compete but comp day BAM spontaneous forced transformation an hour before I have to go on. Swelling up each second, starting to sweat like a pig, a stench filling the air before falling on my ass and letting out a massive belch, hell why stop at embarrassed sweaty meat head just commit to it and force me to become a huge Asian muscle slob.

Two Little Words

When I’d wished to be a muscle bull, that fucking genie totally screwed me over.  Yeah, you’re looking at me now and thinking, dude, what part of your wish came out wrong but seriously man, he fucked my whole life up.

I know you’re enjoying watching me posing and showing of my gains but this isn’t me, I never wanted to be this way.  Fuck yeah, look at that most muscular.  See that striation in my delts, that’s years of work bro.  Thousands of hours, thousands of fucking hours pounding out the reps when I should have been at work, looking after my family, living my fucking life!

You don’t get it do you?  You think that twisted fuck granted my wish?  Fuck man, he totally ruined my entire. Fucking. Life.

He didn’t just GIVE me the body I wanted, he made me WORK for it.  The second I’d made the wish, my whole life was gone.  Wife, kids,  gone like they never fucking existed.  House?  Job?  Gone too.  One moment, I was a successful lawyer wish a fancy house in the ‘burbs, the next, I’m shacked up with some meathead fitness instructor who turns out to be my new co-worker at Pete’s Powerhouse.

From then on, I’m like a passenger in my body.  Eat.  Sleep.  Lift.  Repeat.  If I never see a chicken breast again, it’ll be too soon but I don’t got a choice now.  Macros and fluids, sleep, ‘roids and lifting.  What kind of life is that? You think this is funny?  Fuck you man, I thought I could trust you.  No, don’t turn away, fucking look at me.  LOOK AT ME!  Look what that psycho did to me. I used to be successful, I had a life.  Now look at me.  Yeah, bro check out this beef.  You want this?  You want to be like me?  Fuck, you ain’t got a clue. Imagine only being in control in the intervals when your own fucking body isn’t betraying you as it turns itself into a professional bodybuilder.  Imagine inhabiting this body, the body of a fucking god and never being able to stay up past nine, never jerk off, never touch a beer or taste a slice of pizza.  Never have sex.

Oh, you get it now don’t you?  Yeah, that fucker granted my wish but the catch was that he’d give me the body I wanted the same way all those other meatheads get it only with no let up, not a moment slacking off.  Blood, sweat and tears?  Well I’ve shed enough of those.  You see, I made a deal: give the genie another victim and I’d be free.  Yeah, one more wish, a freebie if you like, and we’ll both get what we want – I’ll be free and he’ll have a new challenge. You’ve guessed by now of course ain'tcha?  You’re next.  Yeah, in a moment, I’ll be free to enjoy the body I worked so hard for and my first fuck in, what six years?  Yeah, six years of blue balls.  Even with my roid shrivelled nuts, I should be able to pump a good load of my muscle bull cream into your ass.

Heh, you might not like the sound of it now but ol genie here can help with that.  No, you can’t see him.  But I can.  He’s pretty hot, but not really my type.  Too lean for one thing.  Yeah, six years living and breathing muscle has changed my tastes.  Meat, that’s what does it for me now – or should I say meatheads.  Fuck yeah.  Man, I can’t wait to see your face once the HGH has got at it and your swollen roid gut’s pushing out against your lifting belt.  You’ll look hot as fuck in a stringer tank and high tops too.

You don’t believe me?  Don’t think I can make it happen?  Well maybe not but I know someone who can and all it takes is two little words: I wish…

Fucking hell! What a spectacle this man is!

The sweep on those quads is otherworldly.

His pecs so thick and engorged with muscle that his chain has been captured and forced to squeeze in between them.

Obscene mushroom cloud lats poking out, terrorising everyone who sees him from behind.

Delts and traps so juicy they scream STEROIDS

And the veins that feed every inch of him are just fucking porn.

God I want to be this man. I need to be this man.

If you like what you see in the mirror, chances are he will too

Dumb Down, Muscle Up, Show Off

Ugh, the workout shirt is getting way too tight! I’m feeling my pecs bulging and heaving by the second. Fuuuuuuck, the waves of erotic muscle bliss washing through my entire body. The immense lust for perpetual muscle growth is building up and bursting through the seams. So hard to think right now, almost impossible to resist the urge to fleeeeeex. With a simple rip, the sound almost feels like sex. I can feel the cold breeze on my bare skin as my pecs burst through the shirt. Heh, won’t be missing it all that much. Hello, monstrous pecs that command attention! Want to feel them bounce in your hand?