Protein Makes The Body Grow Bigger

Protein Makes the Body Grow Bigger

Suggested by: @bigwishes

The man at the gym promised instant results. The man promised you would grow beyond belief and those promises came true at a cost...

You used to be a scrawny young man wanting to get big for such a long time. You idolized the strong men you saw on tv.

"I wanna be just like them!" You said thinking it'd be easy.

Quite the contrary it was quite hard. Your entire life had to adapt to the challenge of becoming big and you were not handling it well. That's when HE arrived.

"Hey bro you look like you need help there," It was someone that looked to be a gymbro.

You politely said no but the gymbro continued to pester you.

"I got the thing just you need bro... Come on...." The gymbro pulled out a container of something called "Big Protein".

"Instant results bro...." The gymbro leaned really close to you and gave a look that almost scared you a bit.

You wanted him to go away so you promptly grabbed the container so he could go away. You opened the container as the smell of protein overcome you. It was quite euphoric, but now's not the time for that. You used the provided scooper to scoop the protein into the bottle you've been using with some milk and shook the contained substance. After a couple seconds you gulped a bit of the protein infused drink ending the experience with an "ah". The gymbro was gone and you were alone in the gym. Then without warning you could feel your body heating up. In seconds you were gaining huge amounts of muscle. The drink worked?!?!?!?

Meaty pecs, large pythons for arms, shredded arms, thick thighs, a manly beard, a hot ass, and thighs to die for along with big hands and feet. You couldn't believe when you lifted your tank top in front of the mirror as a tattoo appeared on your right arm.

You were astounded the drink actually worked. You looked completely different than who you just a minute ago! You looked at the protein container and smirked.

"You and I are pals now~" Your new deepened voice spoke to the container.

From that day forth you would consume the protein powder at least once a day. You would get mildly bigger and bigger with each consumption. Your clothes were getting hard to fit into, but you managed for now. With that new body you enlisted into bodybuilding competitions to show off to the masses your new physique and you were rocking it just look at you!

Months passed like this with your new life and your clothes were becoming harder and harder to fit in. An entire pile of ripped clothes began to stockpile all across your living space. The only things that fit were the posers you would use for competitions. That didn't stop you from consuming that entire container of protein was empty and not a crumb was left. At that point it was final the only clothes fitting you were your posers. You looked at the mirror in your room as it set in that this is your wardrobe till the end of your days.

Even when you tried to stop eating the protein your bulky physique never wavered even when you scarfed down tons of fatty foods if you could even enter any with the strict No shirt no service policy. Competitions were the only place where you felt like you belonged now. This is your life now and there's no going back.

The life you wanted but to an insane degree...

hey bro, think you can make me a iranian/persian hulk kind of like Hadi Choopan? Always loved his physique.

Wanna become a big bodybuilder. Well I can never deny a guy begging to become a big strong meat head so lets see what we can do.

As soon as you pressed send on your message you felt yourself begin to shift and change. Lifting your hand up from your computer you can see your skin has noticeably become larger and darker. The veins in the back of your hands stick out pulsing as blood is pumped around your body. Your skin colour begins to change as it slowly creeps up your are. Each inch transformed becoming darker, more muscled and a faint layer of hair formed on top of your skin. It felt like a muscle pump in real time as your body became tight. Within moments your entire body had been transformed into that of an Iranian hunk.

A small layer of sweat began to form under your arm pits as your body began to heat up. You began to feel your muscles spasm as you began to grow in short bursts all over your body. You were constantly flinching and trying to stop yourself from falling over as each part of your body randomly inflated with muscle. Soon you found yourself bent over your desk trying to catch your breath from the extreme size you had just gained.

You couldn't believe what had happened to you, within minutes you had completely blown up with size although something felt strange, a tingling in your spine. Finally catching your breath you stood up. You were quivering when suddenly if felt like you spine was replaced with jelly. Your eyelevel quickly dropped down as you rapidly fell down to 5,6ft tall. None of your muscle vanished with your height, instead it bunched up making you look like a roided out muscle bull.

Your pecs practically touched your chin, your thighs couldn't be separated causing you to waddle and sweat started to glisten from all over your body but you couldn't help but pose your new roided body.

A few seconds later your skin started it itch and you watched as dark hair started to sprout all over your body. You didn't realise how hairy all those Iranian bodybuilders really were as they were always waxed. You watched as the dark carpet of fur covered up most of you muscle, in fact the layer of fur made you look even bigger. It occurred to you, it's gonna take you a while to scrub all that sweat out of all that body hair.

You're a powerful and generous being. I have to wonder what life is like as a hunky and young, "Boy Next door Type". It would make all this yard work easier. ;)

Just another day of yard work for you. Hours wasted just to make your lawn look good. You begrudgingly put your hands on the lawn mower only to feel something course through your veins when you put hands on the bar. Your scrawny body suddenly become just a bit meatier as you gained a noticeable pec ridge and some meat in your bones. You could feel a bit of your age being taken away as you appeared a bit younger and yet you had a bit of a sexy beard and a noticeable tan.

I think that yard work will be a lot more fun for you. Just remember to take your shirt off to show off the goods.

I love your stories dude! I was wondering if you could help me out. I’m a beginner bodybuilder and my growth has stalled. Could you help blow me up into a huge roided bodybuilder for the show?

Been a while since I've helped someone with their growth but I'm sure I'll get back into the groove of things.

Let's make things simple. I'll put a necklace around your neck and watch magic happen. Okay there and... it's happening! Look at your pecs plumping up. Those big new and juicy biceps. Can't forget the abs and thighs! So many changes I couldn't begin to describe! Look at how big you've become.

I think you should put on some more clothes there big guy. Here. Now go out there and ROCK.

Cop Out

"Put your hands where I can see them!" A Cop got out of his police car to apprehend the vigilante spray painting a public building

Officer Harold had been on the police force for almost 20 years now and has been through all the hate Cops have been given over the years from being called a pig, to the protests, and all the mockery and slander. To him he didn't understand he was just trying to help people!

"Alright PIG, I'll stop," The vigilante Maxwell snarled back.

Harold sighed. Another day of being called a pig. Without much thought he grabbed his cuffs to detain Maxwell and send him to the station.

"Just so you know PIG. You may catch me now but I WILL be back!!!!!" Harold stopped in his tracks as Maxwell spoke again.

"Alright that's it Mister. I'm DONE with people like you. I've been on the force for years!!!! You will NEVER understand what we have to go through. We serve this country and we get treated like shit!! I just wish you would understand. Be in the shoes of someone on the force and then we'll see how you feel!" Harold blurted his frustration out at Maxwell which probably wasn't the best idea but he was his limit.

Maxwell couldn't care less but when he tried to open his mouth to speak more insults he found himself unable to speak. Not to mention something felt odd to him. Like he felt like he should respect Officer Harold despite all his earlier statements.

"O-Okay, sir..." Maxwell spoke in a meek tone.

Harold was a bit surprised to hear Maxwell suddenly respect him, but he appreciated the sudden niceness.

"Alright, I'll let you be just this once! Don't get in the way of another officer like myself and you'll be good in my book," Harold put his cuffs away and bids Maxwell farewell.

Maxwell waves goodbye and for some reason... he wanted to see the officer again. It was against all his bashing of police over the years and he knows it and yet... he yearns for it. He walked home to his meager apartment to sleep it off.

Maxwell woke up groggy as he stumbled his way to his dingy bathroom feeling like an entire weight dropped on him. Making his way to the mirror he looked like his usual self. Blond hair, brown eyes, skinny frame.. He remembered his encounter with Officer Harold and the strange feeling Maxwell got after Harold spoke his heart out. He longed to see him again, someway somehow.

"I wish I could see him again..." Maxwell said without thinking.

Suddenly Maxwell's phone began to rang loudly in his pocket. As a vigilante he always answered calls without question so he picked up the phone.

"Who is this?"

"Hello... Maxwell." a enchanting voice called to Maxwell immediately putting him in a trance that made him not want to hang up.

"Listen to me very carefully..."

"What are you doing?? How do you know my name??"

"You're a strong bodybuilder that's been working out for YEARS,"

"But I'm not-"

"You're a strong bodybuilder that's been working out for YEARS,"

"I'm a strong bodybuilder that's been working out for years," As soon as the words left his mouth Maxwell's body began to grow to fit his new lifestyle. Large pecs, massive shoulders, huge back, killer biceps that would make gods jealous with strong visible veins, a sexy set of abs, thick neck with a prominent adam's apple, and his crowning feature of thick beautiful thighs. His clothes melted away leaving him in his just his underwear as he remembered his years pumping iron and winning competitions. It was all Maxwell cared about.

Maxwell broke from his trance to give a quick bicep flex before the voice lured him back.

"You've been a cop for 10 years and LOVE your job."

"That's preposterous!! Bodybuilding is my only calling and not to mention those pigs-"

"You've been a cop for 10 years and LOVE your job."

"I've been a cop for 10 years and love my job." Years of bodybuilding now mixed with years in police training and Dean proudly showing his badge to any criminals that dared to cross him.

Black pants materialized onto his frame along with an accompanying black belt and black police boots with black socks that wrapped around his big feet. The belt was slowly being equipped with police gear one by one. Handcuffs, knifes, guns, and other miscellaneous things. All the things a cop like himself needs.

Maxwell was getting for work at the moment before this mysterious man called him. He does know he could get him arrested in seconds right? Oh well might as well toy with the fellow at least that's what Maxwell rationalized.

"Of course I'm an officer. Been one for ten years and I of course love doing my part, even the naysayers doubt my squad!"

"That's right Maxwell, oh sorry... Max,"

"Do you know who you're talking to? My name is Maxwell! Always have been always will-"

"Your name is Max Schmidt,"

"My name is Max Schmidt," Max loved his name. Fit his manly exterior and manly interior.

"So what do you want with me? Are you one of those ACAB folks? Trying to make me slip?

"No sir, I only want what's best for the force! And you... Now check yourself out..."

"That's inappropriate behavior unbefitting of an officer! What is your name so I can call the stati-"

"Open the camera app and check yourself out NOW," Max immediately took the phone off his ear and opened the camera app. He immediately zoomed in on his chest and abs and then felt those great abs of his.

While this was happening a black police shirt wrapped around Max's large frame as his hair darkened into a light black and his eyes became darker becoming a black color. Max's hair become more put together and more uniform fit for a police officer. A somewhat expensive white watch appeared on his left arm that he always wore. Max still wanted to obey the caller's comand so he used his hand to lift the new shirt to reveal his abs.

Underneath the tight pants Max's newly enlarged cock was having a hard-on.

"Good... Good... Now how do you love?" Max stopped checking himself out in order to respond.

"Haha! You really think I'd tell some criminal that! I don't have my eyes on anyone! Just hard work as police and muscle!

"That's not right, what about your loving husband... Harold?"

"Harold? My superior? Nah we're just good friends! I respect him a great deal but I'm straight as an arrow! No way I would ever marry a ma-"

"You're married to Harold Schmidt your loving husband,"

"I'm married to Harold Schmidt my loving husband," Max remembers the wedding well. Everyone in the force was there cheering them on as they kissed under the altar. Not to mention what they do in private at the police office. Max's already hard cock got even harder as a shiny ring appeared on his ring finger.

"That's great Max, just great! Just one more thing. How's your age going? Must be hard being 39 years of age,"

"I'm only 25, criminal."

"Nah, You're definitely 39,"

"I'm definitely 39," How could Mike forget his age. He reveled in his almost 40's age while his husband was a good ripe age of 50.

"Amazing, brilliant. My work here is done. Have a good day Officer Max," The call ended.

"...What was that?! I need to report this to the station immediately! Better get to work!" Max made another flex as a name tag with his manly name shined onto him. "M. Schmidt"

Max made his way to his cop car. He always loved throwing those pesky cop haters into the back and hear their screams and cries for help, usually with his husband in the passenger seat. Speaking of his husband he should send a pic to his husband to know he's coming to the station. But first his signature shades!

"Hey Honey, bicep flex for you <3" And sent.

Max's nametag shined in the glistening heat as he adjusted his rearview mirror.

"Lookin' good there, Schmidt." Max said to himself.

Max turned the car engine on and he gripped his strong weathered hands onto the wheel and drove to the station.

The drive was long, but standard for a officer like himself. Along the way he already had to apprehend a couple criminals that shouted the slurs he was oh so used to. It was quite tiring and had him quite parched so a good drink would do him good so he used his meaty hand to gulp down some fresh water from the bottle in the cupholder of his car.

"Honey I'm home!" Max shouted as he opened the door to Harold's office at the station.

"M-Max! Don't say it so loud! People will find out what we do in here!" Harold stammered out before getting hit with a kiss on the lips.

"I know I know, but can't the two strongest police officers on the force have a little fun while on the job?" Max said with a lustful smirk.

"Oh Max, I could never get mad at you. Although... Let's deal with the criminals you arrested first," Harold Nudged to the paperwork regarding the arrests Max was currently holding.

"Right..... forgot about that!" Max promptly threw the papers aside and began to undress himself right in front of his husband much to said Husband's shock.

"Harold! What are you-" Harold was interrupted as a passionate kissed began to form between the two lovers.

Harold's worries washed away as the lovebirds embraces with a passionate and long kiss. What felt like hours passed as they made out all over the room. The rustling of papers, knick-knacks all over the floor, and even a whole phone on the ground.

"I love you, babe." Max muttered

"Love you too..." Harold muttered back before snapping back to reality. The entire office was in disarray but the two of them were happier than ever.

"Say... let's get the boys out for a shooting range!" Max mentioned as he put his uniform back on.

"Sounds like a great idea! Those criminals can wait." The pair left to tell the boys they were about to a wild time.

Two unlikely people now bound together and neither were none the wiser of their old lives.

"Let's get to shootin' boys!"

You do such amazing changes. I was hoping you could help me out with something. I've got a friend I have a giant crush on. He loves the look of massive muscular men, especially with big pecs and asses. But he's also into obviously slutty guys - the type that's always dressed to show off and would take pride in getting ogled or cat called on the street. I wish I could be both for him.

So you want to impress your crush I see? Well how about taking a quick shower with these babies.

Just remember to use the shampoo, body wash, in that order okay?

Ooh I can hear the shower running. How's it feeling over there? Oh I can hear the moaning sounds of glee. Come on out Big Guy and remember to pull a towel on!

Oh damn.... getting bold already are we? Where did that bead necklace even come from? Doesn't matter you're looking real fine. Though a real SLUT's only got a couple things on their mind and it's sex and showing off. I hope you didn't miss any sign of intelligence cause all that went straight to your big and massive tits. I wouldn't count on ever wanting to wear a shirt or any top really cause you want your muscles to be SEEN.

Your crush will love you have fun out there!