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Wolfe Glick's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2

"Damn it!” Blue, working in his home office, heard Kevin groan from the front door.

He pushed himself away from his desk and walked downstairs, trying to figure out what was wrong. In the entryway of their home, he saw his shirtless, hairy boyfriend clad in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap that struggled to contain his massive bulge. He was frowning as he glanced at the porch, the door swinging wide open so that the whole neighborhood could see his buff frame.

“What is it?” Blue asked, placing a tender hand on Kevin’s hairy pec, trying to fight back a smile as the other man shuddered at the touch, his jockstrap-clad bulge twitching.

Kevin tried to focus on the issue at hand, even as he leaned further into Blue’s touch. “Someone stole our package,” he whined. “Again!”

At the sound of the ruckus downstairs, Nick made his way down and over to the other two. He was still naked from his interrupted stream, his hard cock bobbing out in front of him with every step he took. The only thing he wore was a cowboy hat— something that was a permanent fixture of his wardrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his thick country boy accent as prominent as ever.

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself. “It seems that there’s been some porch pirates in the area,” he mused, trying to think up a solution.

Kevin snorted, “Maybe if we had a guard dog to scare the thieves away.”

Nick nodded in agreement. “Some big fella who would scare any of them robbers away. That’d do the trick.”

An idea started to form in Blue’s mind and he began to smirk to himself. “A big, strong guard dog?” he hummed. “That’s a pretty good idea…”

— — —

“…so make sure you like and subscribe for more Pokémon content,” Wolfe Glick said into his webcam, giving his usual sign off for his next video. He clicked on the red circle icon, stopping his recording.

He glanced at the time on his computer, and shot out of his seat once he realized that he was running late for his appointment. The World Champion Pokémon player was an avid streamer, and with Worlds coming up, he was starting to feel the pressure a little bit. It wasn’t anything too terrible, but Wolfe figured that the smartest thing to do would be to talk to a professional before any of his anxieties grew.

After doing some Internet searching, Wolfe had stumbled upon the homepage of a certain hypnotherapist named Blue, who claimed to specialize in work-related anxiety. After one phone call, he’d made an appointment with the hypnotherapist, hoping that he could use his expertise to help him dominate at Worlds and maintain his top position as the World’s Greatest Pokémon Master.

After leaving his place, Wolfe made it to the hypnotherapist’s home office just in time. He parked his car in back and made his way up to the front door.

He barely had time to knock before the front door swung open, revealing the doctor. “Welcome, Wolfe,” Blue grinned. “I’ve been expecting you. Please come in.”

The streamer followed Blue inside the home, noting how cozy it was. There was the faint smell of musk, as if there was an at-home gym on the premises. Plus, he could see a variety of consoles and gaming memorabilia.

“You game?” Wolfe asked, finding playing video games a safe way to form a connection with a new person.

Blue nodded as he led the other man into his office, gesturing towards the sofa for him to relax on. “From time to time,” he said. “My boyfriends play a lot more than I do. They actually stream for a living.”

Wolfe nodded to himself as he took the offered seat.

“But you didn’t come all the way here to discuss gaming with me, did you?” Blue asked, grabbing his notebook and pen. “Tell me, Wolfe, what’s on your mind?”

The streamer shrugged his broad shoulders, and the bottom of his polo lifted with the action, giving Blue a sneak peek of his happy trail. “I’ve just been feeling a little stress and anxiety over this competition that’s coming up,” he admitted. “It’s nothing too much, but I just wanted to talk to someone to make sure I stay grounded.”

Blue nodded, humming to himself in thought. “You know,” he finally said, “there are some hypnosis treatments that I can offer you to help keep your stress levels down.”

“Sure, let’s try it,” he said, leaning back into the sofa.

The hypnotherapist fought to hide his mischievous smirk as he grabbed his pocket watch out of his coat. “Now, just focus your attention on the watch and listen to the sound of my voice,” he said in a smooth tone. 

Wolfe did as instructed, and he instantly felt relaxed as he watched the pocket watch swing left and right. The sounds of the Blue’s melodic words lulled him into a deep sleep, and eventually his eyes glazed over and his jaw was slack as he fell under Blue’s control.

A wide grin stretched out Blue’s face. “Now Wolfe, I want you to listen to every command I give you,” he said, his voice slow and deep. “Tell me if you understand.”

“I understand,” Wolfe repeated in a monotone, his eyes still fixated on the swinging pocket watch.

“Now, Wolfe, you may continue your streaming career, but you’re also going to take up another passion: Bodybuilding.”

“I will take up bodybuilding,” Wolfe repeated.

“You will look into bodybuilding and you will grow consumed with the thought of getting bigger. And you won’t listen to anyone who questions this new desire of yours.”

“I want to get bigger.”

Snap! Blue snapped his fingers, jolting Wolfe out of his daze.

Wolfe jerked back in his seat, rubbing at his temples in confusion. The last thing he’d been able to vividly recall was arriving at the doctor’s home. Yet, after that, everything was fuzzy. He struggled to recall anything during the hypnosis session, but a thick fog seemed to solidify in his brain, effectively blocking it out.

The streamer continued to massage his foggy head as he tried to piece together anything. However, he soon realized that the mild panic he’d felt earlier in the morning was gone. Whereas, he’d felt a little apprehension about the upcoming Pokémon tournaments, he didn’t feel worried in the slightest now as he sat in front of Blue.

The man perked up. “It worked!” he gasped in surprised. “Holy crap, it actually worked!”

Blue smiled to himself. “Of course it did,” he chuckled. “Now, let’s go ahead an schedule you a follow-up…”

After scheduling another session, Wolfe left the doctor’s office with his head held high. The cute streamer was in awe that the hypnotherapy actually worked, and he was planning on telling all of his friends about the miracle worker that Dr. Blue was. However, all of his elation fell down to the ground when he saw his reflection in the tinted windows of his car.

Wolfe deeply frowned when he examined his body.

He’d worn a simple polo and some shorts for his session, so his limbs were easily visible. However, the man grew self-conscious when he saw how stick thin and tiny his arms looked. He flexed one arm, feeling immense disappointment when his bicep barely created a lump. Looking down at himself, his chest seemed embarrassingly flat, showing absolutely zero traces of muscle whatsoever. And his legs were like toothpicks: thin and simple.

Never before had Wolfe ever felt self-conscious about his body. Being a streamer, he tended to not get as much exercise as he’d preferred to; however, all he seemed to be able to think about as he stared at his slender reflection was that he was so small and tiny.

Without a second thought, Wolfe got into his car and sped down the road to one of the local gyms in the area. He hurried inside and paid for a membership, immediately heading towards the weight pile…

— — —

There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Blue left his office to go answer it. He swung it open widely, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he saw his altered client.

“Good morning, Dr. Blue,” Wolfe smiled as he entered the house for his follow-up appointment.

It’d been about two months since his last visit, and although he’d known that the results would be drastic, Blue still wasn’t fully prepared for what he saw.

Whereas before, Wolfe had been rather slender and toned, this new hunk was packed with solid muscle. Still wearing the same sized clothes as before, Wolfe’s new muscles stretched every fabric to the limit. His arms had grown, making the tight sleeves of his polo bunch up near his rounding shoulders. The bottom of his shirt was lifted a little bit due to his growing pecs that were now so big that the streamer couldn’t button up the polo at the top. His legs had grown a bit too, forcing his usual strut to take on a little bit of a waddle.

“Wow, Wolfe, you’ve been working out, haven’t you?” Blue mused, quite literally drooling over the growing gamer.

Wolfe blushed a little bit. “Yeah, a little bit,” he said, flexing a sizable bicep, causing the fabric around his arms to rip a little bit. “I’m still nowhere near as big as I’d like to be though.”

Blue smirked a little as an idea formed in his head. “Well, I can help you out with that too,” he offered. “If you’d like, of course.”

Wolfe eagerly agreed and nearly threw himself down onto the couch, sitting up straight as he readied himself for another hypnotherapy session. His stress levels were already at an all time low, so if Blue could help him out with his workouts, then he’d feel one-hundred percent at peace. Over the past few months, Wolfe still streamed and prepared for Worlds; however, whenever he wasn’t playing Pokémon, the stud was in the gym. He worked out religiously all in attempt to bulk up. Although he was gaining some impressive muscles in such a short amount of time (and he’d already gained about twenty pounds of pure muscle), he was nowhere near feeling big enough. He still felt tiny, despite having outgrown all of his clothes that were now plastered against his growing frame.

“Just pay attention to the pocket watch,” Blue ordered, swinging it to and fro.

Again, it didn’t take long before Wolfe was lost in a trance, his jaw slacked as the growing muscle stud was put under.

“Wolfe,” Blue smiled, “you’re making some nice progress, but we can speed things up a bit. You’re now going to feel an urge to take steroids so that you can get as inhumanly big as possible.”

“I will take steroids,” Wolfe repeated, his voice robotic and slow.

“And once you’re all big and bulky like a bodybuilder, you’ll come move in here to be our good guard dog.”

“I will be a big guard dog…”

— — —

Over the next few months, Wolfe practically lived in the gym. He still focused on his streaming career, and even won Worlds. However, now that that was out of the way, the growing hunk was able to devote all of his time to working out and growing his muscles.

At his gym, he’d managed to make some connections to get a hold of some fast-acting steroids that were guaranteed to bring about drastic results. At first, Wolfe noticed the side effects more than anything. His body hair grew in thicker with all of the extra testosterone in his system, leading to his chest hair growing in at a faster rate and covering up all of his budding muscles. And his libido was in hyperdrive. The streamer was constantly horny, and after each workout session, he had to excuse himself to the locker room to take care of his throbbing member.

Whereas Wolfe had started out his hypnotherapy sessions weighing in a regular 180 pounds, the stud was now topping the scales at 320 pounds of pure, solid muscle. His arms had packed on so much size that he had trouble bending them past a ninety degree angle, and whenever they were relaxed, they rested atop his new flaring lats. His pecs had inflated to large proportions, looking cumbersome and heavy as they jutted off his torso. The hairy mounds were so large that they forced his nipples to point downward; and his large pecs and arms kept pushing against each other whenever he tried to told a game controller for his streams which led to a lot of his videos showing him struggling to get comfortable in his tiny chair with such a large bulky body. His legs were so large now that the streamer waddled everywhere he went, his massive thighs rolling over each other with each step. Thanks to his steroid usage, his stomach pushed out slightly, giving him the beginnings of what would eventually turn into a large, round roidgut.

Wolfe was huge! His large hairy muscles were professional bodybuilder size, and the stud still wanted to get bigger. He had trouble finding clothes that would fit over his enormous bulk, resulting in his wardrobe consisting of numerous tanks and loose shorts. Still, at their largest size, his shorts appeared shrink wrapped around his big quads, and his pecs constantly spilled out over the tops of his tanks.

It was dressed like this that Wolfe made his way back to Blue’s place for what was supposed to be their final session. Although Wolfe felt as if his anxiety was under control, he still felt compelled to venture back to the hypnotherapist’s office.

When he entered, he felt an odd surge of pride when he saw how wide Blue’s eyes got when looking at his muscles.

“Wow, Wolfey,” Blue genuinely mused. “You’re huge!”

Wolfe felt his face stretch out into a joyful smile at being called huge, and he couldn’t resist forming a double biceps pose on the spot. His mountainous biceps flexed with power, and since he’d come straight to the doctor’s after his workout, his hairy pits were all sweaty and musky, filling the small office with a locker room aroma.

Blue ran an admiring hand over one of Wolfe’s large muscletits, giving the round muscle a playful squeeze. “You must’ve been working out a lot,” he teased. “Such a big, strong guy you are!”

Wolfe couldn’t help but preen at the compliments he was getting. For some strange reason, they seemed to bring about a joyous sensation deep within him, and he felt himself growing more and more excited by the second. His hard cock started to tent out his workout shorts, and he moved to another pose. This time, forming a side chest pose to illustrate just how much work he’d put into building up his massive body.

“Is that him?” Wolfe heard a deep voice with a country accent ask.

Still posing, he looked over to the stairs to see two men descend. One was wearing cowboy hat while the other had grown out what looked like a porn stache. Both were hairy and left their impressive (yet way smaller than his) chests on full display.

Instead of being self-conscious at being caught showing off his muscles for another guy, Wolfe loved having more guys look at him. The streamer leaned forward to form a most muscular pose, loving every second that the three guys were gawking at his humongous muscles.

“Yep,” Blue said, clapping Wolfe on the back. “This is Wolfey, our new guard dog. With muscles as big as his, no one will dare to steal our packages anymore. Watch…”

The hypnotherapist pressed a button on his phone, making the doorbell ring.

Something inside of Wolfe clicked and the large bodybuilder streamer felt a fierce protectiveness grow inside of himself. Looking at Blue, Nick, and Kevin, Wolfe started to view the men in a different light. Suddenly, instead of strangers, the three of them were the most handsome men in the world to Wolfe, and he could feel an almost animalistic instinct form in the pit of his gut.

At the thought of someone being at the door, Wolfe dropped onto all fours with a loud thud. The large bodybuilder crawled over the door, his massive muscular arms slamming onto the floor intimidatingly as he moved. He felt himself bare his teeth, letting out a low, bellowing growl.

“Grrr…” Wolfey growled as he protected his new home like a guard dog. He puffed out his hairy, muscular chest with power. Had someone really been at the door, then no doubt, they would’ve been scared away by the sight of the growling bodybuilder.

Blue smirked and walked up to Wolfey. He fastened a leather collar with spikes adorning it around his neck. Attached to it was a metallic tag in the shape of a dog bone that read out: WOLFEY.

Wolfey flinched at the feeling and for a moment, something inside of his foggy brain screamed at him that something was wrong. It said that he shouldn’t be on the floor of the hypnotherapist’s office, and that he shouldn’t be this big. However, as he looked up into Blue’s eyes, he felt the panic quickly evaporate and he flexed his large muscles with pride.

“Who’s my good boy?” Blue teasingly asked, patting Wolfey on the head.

The bodybuilder streamer straightened his posture and flexed his large arms again. “Me,” he beamed widely. “I’m a good boy!”

Over the next few days, Wolfey blended into the new dynamic at Blue’s household seamlessly. In the morning, he would wake up and stream some Pokémon, showing off his massive muscles for his viewers and flexing whenever they tipped him. Then he’d start to work out in the home gym, grunting loudly as he lifted heavy weights like they were nothing. He also proved to be quite the guard dog too, fiercely protecting his new house and its inhabitants. There were no more porch pirate incidents, especially after Wolfey came bounding out the front door, barking and displaying his massive muscles to scare the would-be robber away.

The massive bodybuilder guard dog loved his new life with Blue, Kevin, and Nick. He was such a good boy.

In an attempt to look bigger, Bobby decided to shrink his head. His squeaky voice took some getting used to, but he loves how huge his muscles look.

This stud's a little annoyed because the gym employee at the front desk told him that if his muscletits get any bigger, he's going to have to wear a bra.

(Just something I did while trying to work on shadows)

I think my roommate is hot af, but he's a straight jock bro. Can you help me turn him into a power bottom with a big butt?

You and your roommate, Evan, were waiting in the hot tub for your dates to finish getting ready inside. Two guys in a hot tub... yeah, only it didn't go that way, much to your dismay.

Although you had a date inside, you lusted heavily for your roommate next to you. Evan was a great guy, a nice roommate, easy to live with, and he was incredibly attractive. An avid athlete, he had an impressive muscular build, which was clad in tight, blue swim trunks.

However, Evan was straight, and you were strictly a top. Therefore, you weren't compatible, unfortunately. But you still longed for the straight stud.

And your date could tell, as he noticed that your eyes kept traveling to your roommate all night. Therefore, as he stepped out of the hot tub to "freshen up", he muttered a little incantation under his breath-- a nice surprise for you.

"When they get back," Evan told you, running through his game plan, "I need you to bring up the fact that I used to wrestle in college..." The handsome stud winced, his voice trailing off as he felt something off.

"Everything good?" you asked him, noting how Evan's handsome face paled.

"Y-yeah," he muttered, wiggling around in his seat.

Your eyes widened when he saw that he was rock hard for some reason, his impressive seven inches tenting out his trunks noticeably. Evan blushed furiously, his heart starting to race in his muscled chest, confused as to why he was hard in a hot tub with another man.

Then the changes started.

You noticed that the legs of his swim trunks slowly began to pull upwards, getting shorter and shorter by the second. The material suctioned to his body until it morphed into a skimpy pair of speedos. It was so small that the front pouch barely contained his hard cock and balls, and the back was fully engulfed by his cheeks.

"What the fuck?!" Evan balked as he stood up in shock, grabbing at his new speedo in shock. "What the fuck am I wearing?"

You were just as confused, but you also couldn't help but think that Evan looked really hot in such a slutty speedo. But then you noticed his firm butt shudder as it began to push out from his back.

Evan gasped loudly as his butt inflated, growing rounder and much more bigger than it should've been. The cheeks nearly tripled in size as they ballooned outwards, jiggling wildly from every subtle movement. Whereas Evan had looked perfectly proportional with his sexy muscles, he now was incredibly bottom heavy with such a big bubble butt that jutted out from his lower back, nearly forming a perfect shelf.

Before the stud could panic over his big butt, his large bulge shuddered before beginning to dwindle in size.

You watched as the pouch of your roommate's new speedos grew smaller and smaller, until it began to look loose and baggy.

"What the fuck happened to me?!" Evan cried as he tore his new speedo away from him, his meaty new cheeks jiggling as they were freed. He looked like he had two basketballs attached to his lower back. His own eyes went wide as saw his now two inch microdick.

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but feel so turned on by looking at your altered roommate. Sure Evan was hot before, but he was even more attractive with his big butt and tiny dick: the perfect bottom.

Immediately, your own cock hardened.

Evan's panicked eyes darted over to you and he intended to plea for help, but after noticing your six-and-a-half inches tenting your trunks, his little nub throbbed and he feel a foreign desire deep within his massive booty. His eyebrows scrunched together as he wrestled with his newfound lust, his little cock leaking a small bead of precum as he stared at your much larger cock.

"Do you want this?" you teased, gesturing down at your tented trunks.

Evan gulped, wordlessly nodding as he eagerly fished your cock out and impaled himself onto it.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Evan immediately took over, somehow aware of how to expertly wiggle his hips and clench his cheeks to milk your cock. As he fucked himself on your cock, his meaty pecs bounced with his thrusts. The whole time, he moaned loudly like the buttslut he now was. The two of you locked eyes, having enough wherewithal to know that something had definitely happened, but not able to bring yourselves to even want to try to fix it.

You placed your hands on his hips, stopping his movements as you came, unleashing your load deep inside of your roommate. Evan's tiny, untouched cock spurted out an embarrassingly small amount of cum. The formerly straight stud blushed when it softened and receded even more into his bush, looking like a barely visible nub.

"Don't worry about that tiny thing," you reassured him. "You're big where it matters."

To emphasize your point, you playfully gave his rotund booty a little smack, loving how Evan shuddered at the contact.

How about one where a frat boy turns into a lazy, slobby stereotypically dad. Maybe muscular but with a beer belly and barking out orders to his old frat bros. But instead of bringing him a beer, it's to suck his massive cock while he watches sports or Nascar.

When Coach told all the frat boys at the start of the year that he was giving up his position, most of them had scrambled for the opportunity to be the proverbial "Top Dog". The older man had commanded the respect of the numerous frat bros, each one looking up to the older man as one of their own-- and he must have been back in his prime. However, after years of no longer playing sports and drinking, the older man had gained a big belly and a layer of fat that covered his impressive musculature. Instead of looking like a strict athlete, Coach looked like a burly musclebear.

And when he'd announced that Trevor, the newest recruit on the baseball team, was going to be taking his place, the young jock had been ecstatic.

Trevor was brand new to the university and the fraternity, and although he was the smallest, he still had rather sizable muscles. The stud opted to go for a toned aesthetic, his trimmed bulk looking like it was ripped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.

Some of the other jocks muttered under their breath, jealous that they weren't getting picked. Whereas others were fighting back laughs because Trevor was still brand new, and therefore didn't realize all that the position entailed.

Trevor proudly stood before the rest of the fraternity, puffing out his chest with pride. Coach took off his baseball cap to place it upon Trevor's head.

The exact second Coach's hat was placed onto Trevor-- BWOMPH!

Trevor gasped as soon as he felt a massive heaviness on his chest. Fearing some sort of medical emergency, the young jock was horrified when he looked down and saw that instead of his chiseled pecs and abs, he stared down at large muscletits and a big gut.

The rest of the jocks cheered as they watched the new Coach explore his inflated body with shaky hands. Where a fit, young jock had stood just moments before was now a beefy bear of a stud. He still had muscles, but now they were concealed by a thick layer of fat. His pecs that were capped with nubby nipples still protruded off of his chest, but they also drooped slightly and rested atop his cresting musclegut that hid away his lengthened, hardening cock. As Trevor explored his new body, he saw that he was covered in manly hair, and he looked over a beefy shoulder to stare in the mirror on the wall, paling when he saw an older man staring back at him. He had a goatee and slight wrinkles near his eyes, complimenting his new daddy look.

He looked just like Coach: a big, burly musclebear.

"Wh-what happened to me?" the former jock panicked, bristling at his much deeper voice.

He turned back to ask Coach what had happened to him, only to jerk back in shock as a trim, young jock with a chiseled six pack stood in his place instead.

The toned jock playfully pinched Trevor's new belly, making the new daddy blush. "I'll miss that," he teased. "But now it's your turn to be Coach. We alternate from year to year, so enjoy it while it lasts."

The rest of the frat bros cheered as Trevor struggled to take the cursed hat off, but it was seemingly superglued to his head, leaving him trapped as a muscle daddy coach for the rest of the year.

-- -- --

Over the next couple of weeks, Trevor managed to adapt to his new role as Coach. At first, it was a struggle trying to squeeze his new furry bulk into clothes since he'd gained at least sixty pounds of muscle and fat. And he was finding that his new daddy body was CONSTANTLY horny.

Never before had Trevor ever had a gay thought in his life, but he was finding it incredibly hard to not drool over all of his jock frat brothers. Their toned muscles and youthful bodies made his enlarged cock surge, throbbing with want. His hairy bulk was also sensitive, and he could get himself off just by worshipping his hairy muscles; and his enlarged nubby nipples were hardwired straight to his cock.

However, Trevor was surprisingly happy to find out that his new body also offered him something else.

"Hey, Jockbro, get me another beer!" Trevor bellowed in his deep voice from his spot on the sofa. He was wearing a simple jockstrap that was stretched to bursting as it struggled to contain his massive cock. He opted to go shirtless, shuddering a little as the air from the A/C blew over his hard nipples.

One of his frat brothers immediately scampered towards the fridge, not even bothering to hide the fact that getting ordered around by the musclebear made his rock hard. He grabbed a beer off the bottom shelf and hurried back to the living room, his hard cock tenting out his gym shorts.

No matter what order he gave, the new Coach was delighted to discover that the jocks in the frat had to obey. Even better, was that it turned them on to be bossed around by such a manly daddy such as himself.

"Here ya go, Daddy," the jock gushed as he handed the new Coach his beer, his cock throbbing and leaking precum into his shorts.

Trevor took it and chugged it, letting out a loud belch. He then gestured down at his large bulge, his own cock starting to slip out of the small confines of his jockstrap. "Go ahead and take care of that," he ordered.

The frat bro dropped to his knees and immediately fished Trevor's daddy cock out of his jockstrap, eagerly slurping it up. He moaned loudly as he sucked the new Coach off.

Coach Trevor moaned loudly, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the frat house. He loved his new position as Coach, and he knew deep down that this was going to be the best year at college ever.

I am fond of you Derek turning into a more muscular and/or hairy guy if that's the kind of request you were looking for? Love your stuff though regardless it's hot and well done.

It all began the morning after Derek had assumed his new Alpha title. Stiles had slept over, cuddling up next to his boyfriend when he'd jolted up awake as soon as his hands had brushed up against something unfamiliar.

"What...?" he trailed off, his eyes wide at his boyfriend's chest that he usually used as a pillow.

"Hm?" Derek sleepily yawned, wondering what his smaller boyfriend was panicking about.

"Der," Stiles mused, "your chest. It's... really hairy."

The werewolf cocked his eyebrow up at his boyfriend, running a hand over his pecs. Sure enough, the werewolf's previously smooth chest was now covered with black hairs. They spread out over his pecs, running down across his stomach before connecting to his bush. The hairs curled and looked thick enough to where one might've guessed that Derek had always been rather hirsute. His pert nipples poked through the dusting of hairs, looking hard. Plus, Stiles hadn't noticed it initially, but Derek's square jaw was also covered by a thick beard that looked like it'd take weeks for a guy to grow... not just a few hours.

Derek's eyebrows knitted together as he ran his hands over his hairy chest, his heart starting to race. However, just as soon as the worry began to trickle in, it disappeared.

His face smoothed out and he yawned loudly, gently placing a hand on Stiles's head to pat it back down to his now hairy chest.

Stiles wanted to argue, confused over both his boyfriend's sudden change and different attitude. He knew that Derek should've been freaking out and wondering what was happening to him, but instead his boyfriend acted like everything was normal.

He tried to ignore it, but as Stiles rested his head back down onto Derek's chest, something about the way he had to crane his neck alerted the human to something else.

"Derek!" he gasped loudly, sitting back up and tearing the covers away from his boyfriend. "You're... bigger!"

His boyfriend had always had a pretty toned physique, but now it looked as if Derek's chiseled pecs were now significantly larger and much more plump than they should've been. Without the covers over him, Stiles could also see that it wasn't just Derek's chest that had grown larger. His boyfriend's arms seemed to have doubled in size, looking thick and powerful as he lied on the bed. Even his legs were larger, his quads pressing tightly together and shoving his bulge (which seemed to stretch out his underwear more than usual) out in front.

And of course, every single larger muscle was covered in dark, manly hair.

"Stiles," Derek groaned, going so far as to roll his eyes, "everything is fine. I feel fine, there's nothing to worry about--"

He was interrupted when his phone alarm beeped, letting him know that he had to get out of bed, making him frown.

With a groan, Derek rolled his hairy bulk out of bed, the frame squeaking much more than it usually did as he moved. His heavy footsteps thudded over towards the dresser. As he walked, Derek noted how odd it felt to have his thighs rolling over one another, and how awkward it was to have his muscular arms resting at a ninety degree angle atop his flaring lats.

Stiles watched in disbelief as Derek nonchalantly attempted to get dressed in his normal clothes.

"Damn," Derek growled as he examined himself in the mirror. With his new bulk, none of his clothes fit him anymore. He couldn't get any of his jeans up past his massive quads, having to throw on a large pair of sweats that used to be baggy on him. Now, the material was skintight, showing off his meaty glutes and enormous package in front. The t-shirt he'd grabbed barely wrapped around his torso, ending above his navel. It had torn significantly across his large muscletits, showing off the hairy cleavage that he now possessed. There were two large bumps on the front from where his larger, nubby nipples poked against the thin cotton.

Stiles watched as Derek paled in the mirror, his beard-framed mouth opening like he was about to voice his concerns, but again, Derek seemed to instantly relax. He shrugged his broadened shoulders.

"I think my clothes shrunk in the wash," he chuckled, gesturing down at his hairy muscles.

"Derek!" Stiles cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "It's not the wash, it's you! You've turned into a hairy bodybuilder!" As crazy (or crazier) as it seemed, Stiles could've sworn that he'd watched Derek's hairy pecs balloon out a few more inches in those few seconds.

Derek took one last look at himself in the mirror, seeing how large and imposing he looked with his incredibly large, round muscles and the thick, masculine hair that coated them. He couldn't help but smirk back at his shocked boyfriend, flexing a large, hairy bicep. As his massive muscle bulged to the size of a bowling ball, the tight sleeves of the t-shirt burst apart.

"I'm not a bodybuilder," Derek smiled at his boyfriend, giving him a playful wink. "I'm the Alpha."

This hunky jock tries out his gym's new blueberry flavored protein shake. But instead of his entire body inflating, just his butt gets rounder and much, much bigger...

Someone snuck some growth formula into Daddy's morning coffee. He's a little annoyed that none of his shirts fit anymore, but he'll get over it.

Nick Jonas's New Career

Part 1

“Have you heard from Kevin lately?” Joe asked his brother, Nick, as he lounged on the couch.

Nick shook his head. “Nope,” he frowned. “I think he’s really set on that new streaming career.”

Joe grimaced. “Gross…” he muttered under his breath.

Nick frowned too, but mainly out of concern for his brother. It’d been a few weeks since Kevin had quit their boy band in order to pursue his new career as a streamer, along with curating his OnlyFans account where he would show off his hairy body. Although Nick had never watched any of the videos, he’d had several of his friends tell him that Kevin’s most popular videos were the ones where he’d show off his smelly pits, even going so far as to sniff them and give them a lick for the camera.

It was definitely out of the ordinary for Kevin, especially given the clean cut, boy next door look that the brothers had been so careful to craft.

“He’s been living with that one doctor,” Joe pointed out. “Maybe he’ll be able to help him out.”

Nick shrugged his broad shoulders, figuring that it was worth a shot. Kevin had mentioned that he’d planned on seeing a hypnotherapist he’d met online to help him sort out some things, so Nick thought that it couldn’t hurt to look into it. 

After doing a quick Google search, Nick was able to get the number of the office and hit dial, signaling at Joe to turn down the TV volume.

Joe grunted and lowered the sound, by one.

“Hello, this is Dr. Blue speaking,” answered the smooth, deep voiced hypnotherapist. “How may I help you?”

“Yes, hi,” Nick said, wondering how he was going to navigate this with HIPAA and whatnot, “I’m Nick Jonas and I’m the brother of your, um, roommate Kevin Jonas…”

“Oh, yes,” Blue said, a little inflection audible in his voice, “Kevin’s told me a lot about you. What can I do for you?”

Nick cocked his eyebrow in confusion, unsure what his brother would want to say about him to a therapist. He shook it off and tried to continue. “I’m just trying to check in on my brother,” he explained, “to see how he’s doing.”

The other line was silent for a moment as Blue thought of something, making him smirk. “Well, I can assure you that Kevin is doing very well, in fact, I think he’d like to talk to you,” Blue said.

“Great,” Nick sighed, relieved. 

“Just let me grab him,” Blue said. “I’m just going to put you on hold really quick…”

Hold music was played, but unlike the typical elevator-esque sounds, more country-like tones began to play. The beats were catchy, and Nick even caught himself humming along to the guitar. The music grew louder and much more consuming, and it was so deafening that Nick couldn’t even hear the voices on the TV that was in the same room as him. All he could concentrate on was the country music playing on the phone, falling deeper and deeper into a state of relaxation where all that there was was the country song playing and muffling all of his thoughts…

“Nick?” Blue’s smooth voice asked, snapping Nick out of his daze.

The singer/actor jerked back, blushing when he’d realized that he’d completely zoned out. His blush grew even deeper when he shuffled his feet, noticing that his hard cock was tenting out his shorts. “Oh, uh, y-yeah?” he stuttered, noting an odd quality to his deep voice.

“It seems as if Kevin’s a bit busy at the moment,” Blue happily hummed, “but why don’t you come over later in the month? I’m sure he’d love to see you.”

Nick cleared his throat. “Sure, that sounds good,” Nick agreed, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion when he spoke. For some strange reason, Nick swore that his voice sounded different, almost like he was starting to develop an accent that would better suit a country singer instead of a pop boy band member.

“Good, we’ll see you then,” Blue said before hanging up the phone.

His heart racing in his chest and his cock still rock hard, Nick rubbed at his temples as he attempted to piece together what had just happened.

Oblivious, Joe called out from the couch. “Well?”

“Nothin’! I wasn’t able t’ talk to ‘em!” Nick answered, wincing as his myserteous new country accent was much more pronounced.

His brother snickered. “Okay then, Cowboy,” he laughed from his position on the couch.

Nick kept clearing his throat as he lumbered down the hall to take care of his aching member. He knew that his voice was different, and despite not being able to stop speaking in his new country boy accent, he couldn’t get himself to worry about it. In a matter of seconds, his heart rate slowed down and he shrugged off that minuscule panic he’d felt. His voice sounded nice and deep, oozing hot masculinity.

By the time he’d entered his bedroom, he couldn’t even point out that he was speaking differently.

His cock was throbbing with intense want, and Nick couldn’t resist tearing away his clothes the mere second he was alone in his room. He immediately wrapped his fingers around his aching, hard eight inch member, trying desperately to gain some sort of relief. He felt as if his cock was harder than ever, a thick fog settling over his mind and demanding that he get off.

As he pumped away, Nick’s thoughts traveled far away from his usual fantasies of hot, sexy women— instead, his horny mind kept thinking about bulging, hairy pecs along with large, round biceps. Hot muscular men, especially those with sexy hairy chests began to filter into his mind, his hard cock leaking precum the more and more he kept envisioning them.

As Nick toyed with his hard cock, he grit his teeth as he could feel a pressure forming in his aching groin. However, he couldn’t bring himself close to climax, feeling as if he were being edged instead.

“C’mon,” he growled in his thick, country boy accent as he tried to cum. 

His cock throbbed with intense want, and he couldn’t think of anything else besides getting off.  The fog in his head continued to grow, and Nick continued to pump away at his aching cock that throbbed with need. Naked men of all shapes and sizes continued to flow through his head, and his mouth watered as he thought about all of their big cocks and what it’d feel like to be stuffed full by every single one of them; and every single time he imagined himself on all fours, getting fucked by a big, hairy stud, his cock got closer and closer to release.

Despite all of that, Nick continued to pump away at his hard cock, feeling nowhere near cumming.

“What in tarnation is goin’ on?” Nick asked through clenched teeth. Normally, the stud would last for a decent amount of time, but he’d cum without a problem. Now, however, he felt like he was having to work even harder to get off. 

His free hand traveled upwards, grazing over this smooth chest until it brushed up against a hard nipple.

“Mmmm,” Nick groaned, his toes curling as soon as he made physical contact with an unbelievably sensitive nipple. The nubs on his chest were incredibly hard, and they felt like they were directly wired straight to his throbbing cock— no, better yet, they were even more sensitive than his throbbing member. The exact second he rubbed one, his cock began to ooze out precum like a leaky faucet.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Nick let go of his aching cock and grabbed onto both of his hard nipples, giving them each a rough tug.

“OooOOhhh!” Nick loudly moaned like a slut as his he thumbed his sensitive nipples, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with pleasure. Never before had he ever felt such intense pleasure, especially from his newly sensitive chest. 

He had the wherewithal to inwardly panic over how strange this all felt. The normally vanilla stud was lying on his bed, tugging on his nipples while unable to keep his mouth closed, unleashing heated moans that belonged on OnlyFans. 

Nick gave his nipples one final tug, all of his impressive muscles tensing up simultaneously as he came. His untouched cock spewed a large load that shot up and landed on his sweat-slicked pecs.

“Holy shit,” Nick gasped for breath, his thick new country accent audible as his meaty pecs heaved and his still-hard nipples simmered with want in the open air. The thick fog caked over his mind, and instead of thinking to wipe the cum off of his chest or to wonder what was going on, the dazed hunk only began to look forward to working out at the gym. 

A rigorous Chest Day in his sights, the stud hopped off the bed and changed into his workout clothes which typically consisted of some small spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Nick yanked on the small black shorts that hugged his ass nicely, lifting his sizable cheeks. However, the hunk paused when he grabbed his loose fitting tank top. Something about it being so large and baggy was almost repulsive to the singer, and without a second thought, he tossed the offending shirt into the nearby trash bin.

Nick dug through his closet and near the back he spotted an old tank top that was at least two sizes smaller than his normal one— it was one he’d worn back before he’d begun to bulk up.

Just as he’d suspected, the tank top was nearly skin tight on Nick. Once he had it on, he looked into the mirror, and a foreign excitement traveled through him, his cock starting to harden again noticeably in his shorts. His pecs spilled out of the top that was meant for someone half his size, and his nipples poked out conspicuously against the thin fabric. Speaking of which, his nipples were still incredibly hard, and just the slight sensation of the cotton-blend running up against them was enough to make the stud’s cock twitch in his spandex shorts. A wet mark was beginning to form on the front of them.

“Lookin’ good!” he chuckled to himself as he was about to head out of the house; but he paused once he spotted something else up on the top shelf in his closet. Nick snatched up his old cowboy hat from one of his old roles and put it on. Puffing out his chest proudly, he left the house in slutty get up, heading straight for the gym. The whole time, his hard cock bobbed out in front of him.

[One Month Later]

A knock at the door alerted Blue to his new visitor. With a knowing grin on his face, he pushed himself away from his desk and walked over towards the front door.

“Kevin!” he called out into the house. “Someone’s here to see you.”

From upstairs, Kevin paused his video game and walked down to the entry way. As per his instructions, the stud was clad in small boxers that had anime print on them. His hairy chest was on full display, looking a lot bigger since he worked out whenever he wasn’t fucking or streaming. Since he’d hopped onto his PC immediately after his morning workout, the stud was as musky as ever.

“Who is it?” Kevin asked as he walked down the stairs to stand next to Blue, instinctively putting a large arm around him. His musk radiated off of him in waves, clinging to the doctor too.

“See for yourself,” Blue grinned as he opened up the door. 

In the entryway was the newly formed Nick, having fully adjusted to Blue’s instructions that were hidden in the audio that had played during the wait music.

The first noticeable thing was that Nick wore a large cowboy hat, an article of clothing was now a permanent fixture in his wardrobe. Besides that, Nick wore a tight button-down shirt that had the sleeves ripped off. His massive biceps glistened with sweat as his large arms hung awkwardly at his side; and having just finished a workout too, musky emanated off of the cowboy hunk. He left all the buttons undone, showing off his hairier chest since he’d stopped shaving it. All of the extra Chest Days at the gym had resulted in his furry pecs looking much more plump and larger than the rest of his muscle groups, indicating that the stud preferred Chest Day over any other day at the gym. Plus, the stud must’ve been pumping his nipples because they were huge and hard, protruding off his plump pecs like pencil erasers. Nick wore cut off jean shorts that were so small that his bubble butt nearly swallowed up the back of them, and in the front his hard cock was easily on display.

Nick had even stopped shaving his face, thick scruff scattered on his square jaw. His new mustache was fuller, making him look like he was ripped straight out of an old 70’s porn flick.

“Looking really good, Nick,” Blue purred as the dazed hunk entered his home. “I’m happy to see that you’ve taken well to your new instructions. In fact, both you and Kevin have seemed to be great toys.”

Blue playfully snapped his fingers.

On cue, Nick’s eyes widened as he took in how differently his brother looked in front of him.

“Damn Kev!” he gasped, his thick country twang still dripping all over his words. “What in the world done happened to ya?” His face turned bright red when he heard his voice, and he cleared his throat over and over. “Why am I talkin’ like some kinda redneck?”

A dull smile formed on Kevin’s face, and he let out a little chuckle. “Whoa, Doc,” he mused as he looked his new cowboy brother up and down, “you did a great job!”

“‘A great job’?” Nick repeated in disbelief. “Look at ya! Look at me! What am I wearin’?”

“You’re wearing what a good ol’ slutty cowboy would wear,” Blue answered for him, placing a tender hand on his hairy pec, loving how Nick tensed up at the touch.

“A wh-what?” he gasped, more from the sensation of a man’s fingers playing with his chest hair than from shock.

“You were concerned about your brother, who is much more happier in his new fuckboy life than he was with you and your band,” Blue explained, still toying with Nick’s larger pecs. “So I thought that maybe you’d like it here too. So instead of having to maintain that good boy look for your boy band, I thought you’d like things better like this.”

“B-but…” Nick tried to argue, but the words dried up in his mouth as soon as Blue began to thumb one of his nubby nipples.

Nick wanted to argue, to demand that he and Kevin be changed back, but all lucid thought melted away as soon as Blue began to toy with his hard nipples. He went slack jawed and rolled his head back, bellowing out a low moan of pleasure. 

His hard cock sprung out of his tiny shorts, bobbing out in front of him. It throbbed and leaked precum, all from having his nipples toyed with.

Deep down, Nick knew that he wasn’t supposed to be some slutty cowboy who could only get off by having his chest played with. But the pleasurable sensations overclouded his worried mind, and it wasn’t long until the man grunted as he came, his cum squirting up and landing on his hairy pecs.

“I think you’ll love being a slutty cowboy,” Blue smirked as he watched the panting Nick.

As he tried to catch his breath from his mind-shattering orgasm, a dull smile formed on the cowboy’s lips.

— — —

The stream started up, and on screen was Kevin, already flexing his massive arms for the camera so that all of his followers could admire his huge, hairy form. “Hey what’s up everyone?” Kevin asked, smiling widely into the camera. “I’m back to continue with our playthrough of…”

He trailed off, his arms still flexed, when he leaned over and sniffed at one of his hairy pits.

“Damn, that’s musky,” he slowly chuckled. He lowered his arms and gestured towards someone off camera. “I also have a special guest this stream. Please welcome: my brother, Nick!”

From the side of the screen lumbered Nick, clad in just boxers and his cowboy hat. His hard nipples protruded off his hairy chest by at least an inch. He took a seat right next to his brother, sitting so close that their sides were pressed tightly together.

“Howdy,” Nick greeted Kevin’s followers, even tipping his cowboy hat with his free hand.

“So my brother’s here to help me finish up the last few levels of—“

“Oooh…”

Kevin looked over and playfully rolled his eyes when he saw that Nick had gotten distracted by playing with his hard nipples on stream for everyone to see. He was moaning loud and his eyes had rolled to the back of his head, unable to stop himself once he started.

“Well, I guess I’ll just finish up the last few levels while Nick is busy,” Kevin chuckled, taking one last whiff of his musky pit before starting the game.

The chat exploded as they watched the newly altered brothers feel themselves up on stream, loving the new slutty versions of Kevin and Nick.

Testing a New Supplement

Here's a fun story I wrote for a contest on Gayspiralstories. I didn't place, but it was still fun to write! I'll have to write some more!

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'Testing A New Supplement' by Ultram0th

At the behest of his roommate, college jock Viktor decides to volunteer for a new drug trial. However, little does Viktor know that this new

“So, what is this exactly?” Viktor asked as he examined the pink capsule pill that was handed to him. It looked like an ordinary pill from any generic vitamin store, but it was allegedly some sort of miracle drug on the cusp of a science breakthrough.

Ethan adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses as he animatedly gestured at the pill. “It’s the latest and greatest in pharmacology,” the nerd explained. “I’ve been working day and night all year to develop this drug. It’s a world class steroid that will help guys build mass, almost instantaneous.”

“‘Instantaneous’? Bullshit,” Viktor scoffed as he studied the pill some more.

When Viktor’s college roommate, Ethan, had eagerly rushed back to their dorm to announce that some members of his biology department were assisting with the development of the new miracle steroid supplement and needed volunteers (paid volunteers), he’d immediately brought a prototype over to Viktor.

Viktor practically lived in the gym, perfecting his body so that he could maintain his position as the star player on the college baseball team. His body was blessed with toned and impressive muscles, and Viktor loved to show them off. He frequently wore tight shirts that displayed his chiseled pecs, and form-fitting jeans that cupped his toned butt and allowed a sneak peek at his sizable bulge. The jock was a total hunk, and Viktor knew it. And he absolutely used his good looks to his advantage, earning himself a reputation as a total ladies’ man on campus, sleeping his way through sororities left and right.

Viktor was known as a total alpha.

It was ironic that he’d gotten stuck with Ethan as a roommate.

Ethan was a total nerd, through and through. The short, skinny dweeb was so utterly tiny, and he wore thick glasses that made him look all buggy. It was obvious that the little guy had a thing for his hunky roommate; and despite having zero interest in guys, Viktor would sometimes tease the little guy by walking around their shared dorm in nothing but his boxer briefs, letting his chiseled pecs be on full display for the nerd to drool over.

Even now as Viktor held the little experimental pill in his grip, he was clad in just his mesh shorts, having just returned from the gym. His pectoral muscles were pumped from chest day.

Ethan shrugged his narrow shoulders. “That’s why the biology department’s paying you thirty dollars, to find out.”

“True,” Viktor hummed. “Thirty bucks is thirty bucks.”

Viktor popped the pill into his mouth, swallowing it down dry.

“Great!” Ethan virtually cheered. “Now all we have to do is monitor and record the results. How’re you feeling now?”

“I feel fine,” Viktor snorted, rolling his eyes at the nerd’s eagerness. He couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of some sort of brand new steroid promising results in a few minutes. If anything, he figured he’d just get a minor stomach ache later in the night. “Maybe I got a placebo— UUGHhhh!”

Viktor felt all of his powerful muscles tense up at once, making it look like he was flexing. His body felt really warm, as if he’d just finished a marathon, sweat starting to drip down from his pores in a snap. However, the jock’s attention quickly became alerted to the fact that his impressive seven-and-a-half inch cock rocketed straight to attention, tenting out his gym shorts noticeably.

At first, the stud blushed at being rock hard in front of the small gay guy, but his mind was quickly overcome by a heavy haze of lust. His cock throbbed and ached for release, and Viktor could barely control himself, instinctually reaching down to tear his shorts away so he could take care of it.

Ethan chuckled as the large, alpha stud jerked himself off. Viktor wanted to bark at him and tell him to go away, but he was far too concerned with what he was starting to feel— or what he wasn’t feeling. No matter how hard or long he tugged on his hard cock, he couldn’t feel the regular jolts of pleasure emanating from it.

Viktor grit his teeth as he jerked himself off, but he was getting nowhere near climax. In fact, he could only feel his sexual tension starting to build, his knees weakening and his heart racing as he grew desperate to get off. He even knitted his eyebrows as his throbbing cock elicited zero sexual responses.

“Uhhhh, what’s happening?” Viktor whined, his voice cracking as his cock continued to spasm.

“Just relax,” Ethan said, his voice low and calculating. “You’re a part of a medical science breakthrough.”

Viktor’s face was cherry red as his large bicep flexed with power as he jerked his hard cock, all to no avail. He then winced when he felt his other muscled arm moving on its own accord, without any thought of his own, reaching around himself to his backside. His eyes widened when he felt one of his thick fingers pausing above his tight hole.

“OOOhhhh!” Viktor squealed with pleasure as he inserted a finger inside. His toes curled and his eyes rolled back as he fingered himself in front of his roommate. Viktor had never been penetrated before, and while he maintained the slightest coherence to be begging himself to stop, he’d never felt such pleasure. Viktor’s embarrassment was quickly clouded over as the stud heatedly fingered himself, adding another and then a third one, his mouth wide open as he loudly moaned like a needy slut.

Waves of pleasure crashed over the moaning jock until he could feel a sort of pressure starting to grow inside of him, getting larger and larger until it felt as if a bubble burst.

“GGNnnuuaaa!” Viktor cried as he came, his thick cock spasming as he blew his load all over his muscled chest. His fingers still securely lodged in his ass, Viktor’s massive pecs heaved as he tried to catch his breath after possibly blowing the largest load of his life. “What the fuck was that— uuughhh!” He tensed up, his cock shooting straight up and blowing another large load, his muscles twitching with masculine power as he came.

“It’s working!” Ethan exclaimed excitedly.

Before he could ask what the nerd had meant by that, Viktor felt his impressive muscles tense up as he seemingly was stuck in a perpetual orgasm. His cock kept throbbing and cumming, shooting load after load as the stunned college jock moaned loudly with each burst. Viktor looked down, his face beet red from humiliation before going ghostly white when he noticed something horrible.

Every time his cock blew a load, it grew smaller and smaller. It was still rock hard, but as it throbbed and came, it got yanked further into his body, getting tinier by the second.

“Wh-what!?” Viktor sputtered as he came and reached down at to grab at his shrinking cock, but then he felt something else behind him.

As he shuffled his feet, Viktor felt an unknown jiggling sensation emanating from his backside. The panicked stud looked over his broad shoulder and gasped loudly as he witnessed his proportional butt shudder and pull away from him, growing larger and rounder with each passing second.

“What’s happening to meeeee?” Viktor moaned as he kept cumming, panicking as his cock shrank and his butt grew, all the while the other man kept eying him hungrily as he changed.

Viktor’s ass ballooned out from his back, defying gravity as it blew up. It jutted out at a near ninety degree angle from his back, forming a perfect shelf. The cheeks bounced and jiggled from every slight move that the frantic stud made, sending bolts of electric pleasure straight to his cumming cock. Even his thighs packed on a little meat to accommodate the increased weight at his backside, growing closer together as they constantly rubbed against one another, forcing his tiny cock out front and center.

His butt grew so large that his fingers were forced out of his hole, not able to reach, and the growing sexual tension-fueled pressure inside of him grew to obscene levels, making Viktor desperate to feel stuffed again.

“Uuughhh!” Viktor shrieked as he blew his final load, left spent and gasping for breath as he rested a hand against the wall. His mind tried to piece everything together, but all he could seem to really focus on was the unsettling feeling of emptiness that his giant bubblebutt felt.

“It worked!” Ethan victoriously cried, eying the microdicked, bottomheavy stud with a devious glance.

With a loud gasp, Viktor was finally able to recompose himself, his mind filling with panic over his mysterious transformation. He mobbed past the smaller man, rushing down the hallway. His gait resembled more of a waddle with his thickened thighs, and as he moved, the stud winced as he felt his massive, new cheeks bounce and roll over each other. What was even more alarming was how each movement of his massive ass sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to his small cock, which was still rock hard.

“Fuck!” Viktor shouted when he confronted his new form in the bathroom mirror.

His ass wasn’t just big, it was enormous! Viktor’s face was stark white as he examined his new physique. His butt had inflated to such large proportions that he could see the sides of his rounded cheeks from the front. His muscled torso kept its same size and shape, his massive pecs looming over a trimmed waist that then widened out to a giant pair of cheeks that were about the size of beach balls. No matter how impressive his pecs were, no matter how cute his smile was, and no matter how round his biceps were, Viktor knew that his giant bubblebutt would now forever be the focus of his body. As he turned to and fro to examine his new body, his huge ass bounce and jiggled, seemingly in constant movement.

The former alpha frowned when he saw the tiny one inch nub that his cock had become. It was still rock hard, but it was barely noticeable at its new size. Out of instinct, Viktor reached down and grabbed it, only able to hold it with his thumb and index due to how small it had become. It was embarrassingly tiny.

“What’s wrong, Stud?” Ethan asked as he walked up to him, enjoying how the larger man shuddered when he ran an admiring hand over his cresting ass.

“What— how— why?” Viktor sputtered as he tried to piece together what had happened to him. He knew for a fact that no one would ever look at him the same, that he’d immediately lost his alpha status thanks to the small cock he now possessed.

“You just helped with a scientific breakthrough,” Ethan told the bottomheavy hunk. “We were developing a supplement to see if we could turn the biggest, manliest jock into a musclebutt slut.”

Viktor’s eyes widened at what he heard. “Wh-what?”

“Just think about it: you are Exhibit A now. You’re proof that the straightest alpha male can be turned into a needy bottom who is built to bring pleasure to other men. That massive booty of yours is the perfect cushion for an alpha male to dominate, and that tiny cock of yours will make sure that all of your pleasure receptors are in that big butt now. See? You’re now the perfect bottom!”

Viktor’s pecs heaved as he tried to process what he’d just learned. Not only had his cock shrank and his butt inflated, but apparently the drug had also turned him into a needy bottom slut.

The jock looked over at the nerd beside him, the air in his throat drying up. Despite his panic, Viktor couldn’t help but notice how cute Ethan looked with his soft brown hair and little dimples. He felt a slight pressure in his crotch and looked downward, expecting to be hard. His little one inch cocklet looked unchanged, yet when he reached down and felt it, Viktor paled when he realized that he was in fact rock hard. He was just too small to notice.

But the throbbing in his tiny cock paled in comparison to the deep hunger that he felt in his inflated butt. The jock shuffled his feet with want, every shift and ripple from his booty making his nub throb even more. An intense itch formed deep within his inflated ass, and it grew with such fervor that he could barely think about anything else.

“What is it?” Ethan smirked, noting Viktor’s pained expression.

Viktor’s face burned bright red, and before he registered it, he heard himself blurt out, “I need you to fuck my slutty butt!”

“Well, go ahead and get to the bedroom then,” Ethan hummed.

On cue, Viktor hurried out of the bathroom towards Ethan’s room. His face was bright red due to the nonstop jiggling from his big butt and the absent sensations from his crotch, but his desire to get stuffed overtook it all.

The jock threw himself onto the bed on all fours, arcing his back and shoving his bubblebutt towards the nerd.

Viktor let out a low bellow as the other man entered him, moaning as he began to pick up speed. His inflated butt rippled as he thrusted himself back, sending massive shockwaves of pleasure throughout him, making his bulky muscles twitch. The entire time, his tiny cock uselessly sputtered out an embarrassingly small amount of cum.

His massive bubblebutt elicited nothing but pleasure, and before long, Viktor basked in the glow that getting fucked by the other man gave him. He couldn’t stop the slutty moans from escaping his lips, and the jock shoved his face down into the pillow as he flexed his cheeks, eagerly milking the nerd’s cock.

Ethan tensed up and came; and as he was filled, Viktor’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head. He struggled to catch his breath as his entire body tingled, feeling electrified.

Steadily, as the sex-driven fog cleared from his frazzled mind, the shock of his transformation settled in.

“Ohhh, you can’t leave me like this!” Viktor begged, pawing at his pathetic nub and wiggling his hips, his massive butt jiggling wildly.

“Don’t worry, Vik,” Ethan cooed, “the supplement should’ve made it so that you’ll love living your new life as musclebutt.” To prove his point, he roughly swatted the jock’s enormous cheeks.

“Ooh!” Viktor squeaked as his microdick spat out a meager amount of cum.

-- -- --

“Ready?” Ethan asked, dressed up in a suit that made the normally geeky young man look handsome. He peeked behind the curtain, marveling at the large crowd of people from the scientific community who attended the symposium.

Viktor swallowed loudly as he shuffled his feet nervously, his tiny nub throbbing as he examined his roommate in his black suit. “Um, I guess so,” he muttered unconvincingly.

The smaller man mock frowned. “What’s wrong, Big Guy?” he asked, placing a sympathetic hand on Viktor’s broad shoulder.

The former college jock blushed as he stared at the mirror that was placed backstage. Instead of wearing a suit like the nerd, Viktor had been instructed to wear his jockstrap… and nothing else. The usual cocky stud used to have absolutely zero problem with showing off his muscled body, and he could vividly recall peacocking in the gym with his massive chest muscles on full display for all to gawk at. However, now he felt incredibly exposed and humiliated.

His enormous bubblebutt protruded out the back of the jockstrap, being lifted slightly by the constricting straps. Instead of looking confident, the jock looked hesitant to parade around with his beach ball sized rear shifting and bouncing behind him. Still, no other pair of pants would fit him, leaving him wearing next to nothing and just letting his big booty be on full display wherever he waddled. Worse was that the front pouch was loose and baggy, illustrating how much the hunk was lacking.

“Um, n-nothing,” Viktor relented. It’d been three weeks since his transformation, and although he was still horrified over being turned into a slutty, microdicked power bottom— he was still incredibly turned on. Night after night, Ethan or one of his old teammates from the baseball team would take turns fucking him. Although he’d hated having such a big booty at first, Viktor’s massive cheeks brought the jock nothing but pleasure, and he even began to look forward to getting fucked, eagerly awaiting the next time a thick cock would be deep inside of him.

Even now, his little nub was rock hard and barely even tenting out the front of his jockstrap, just from noting how cute Ethan looked in his suit. That familiar needy sensation formed in his ass, and Viktor wondered if they had time to squeeze in a quicky before Ethan needed to go onstage.

Ethan checked his watch. “Whelp, it’s time for me to go out,” he said. “I’ll call you out in a sec.” He playfully swatted Viktor’s bubblebutt.

“Ooohhh!” Viktor moaned, shooting a meager load into his jockstrap. It was nothing like what it used to be, but the stud still panted as he tried to catch his breath, feeling tingles on his inflated butt from where the other man had touched it.

The crowd erupted into applause as Ethan walked up to the podium. After tapping the microphone, he began to speak:

“Good evening esteemed members of the science community. For years, us nerds and small tops have been typecasted as bottoms. But no more. Gentlemen, I am here today to declare that we have successfully created a new supplement one-hundred percent guaranteed to turn the biggest, most cocky alpha male into the neediest buttslut around. May I present, Exhibit A!”

That was Viktor’s cue.

After taking a deep breath, Viktor waddled out onto the stage.

The crowd erupted into loud cheers and awed gasps as the bottomheavy stud waddled out towards the podium. The whole time, Viktor’s face burned with humiliation and he felt as if he’d burst into flames at any second; however, his little cocklet throbbed with intense want as he moved. His massive bubblebutt shifted and jiggled behind him, many of the men in the crowd whistling at him in a catcalling manner.

Ethan smiled warmly at the altered jock and then continued. “Our new supplement will increase the libido of the male, as well as the size and sensitivity of his glutes. It also programs him to respond sexually to any male stimuli. And in order to solidify his status as a bottom, it will cause the phallus to reduce in size by upwards to ninety percent.” He turned to Viktor. “Exhibit A, if you may.”

Viktor’s face looking like a tomato, the jock hooked his thumbs into the straps of the jockstrap and tugged it downward.

The crowd marveled at the jock’s one inch microdick, and despite how humiliated he was, a bead of precum was already starting to ooze out Viktor’s nub.

Viktor glanced out over the crowd, realizing that everyone in attendance was male. Immediately, his nub throbbed even more and he couldn’t help but flex his massive butt with want. He was embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to hide somewhere off stage, but another part of him instantly began to fantasize about getting his big butt stuffed full of cock after cock— from every guy in the audience. He was so caught up in his horny daze that it took the jock a moment to realize that he’d been massaging his inflated cheeks with both hands, unable to stop even when he became aware.

“And for those of you who are more chest guys, we have been trying to develop a supplement to suit your needs. Exhibit A was given a dose this morning with his morning coffee,” Ethan explained.

Viktor jerked back in shock at what he’d heard. “Wait, what— uughhh!”

Vitkor spasmed and felt as if his chest were on fire, like he’d just finished an intense chest day at the gym. His nipples tingled, and then the bottomheavy jock’s jaw dropped as he watched his pecs begin to inflate and round out. The muscled mounds grew outwards from his chest, obstructing his view of anything below them. His nipples even increased in size, inflating into large nubs that stuck off his muscletits tantalizingly, looking more like thumbs.

“Oooohhh!” Viktor squealed as he came, his cocklet shooting out a tiny amount of cum for the entire audience to witness. The now curvy stud paled as he poked and prodded at his muscletits, embarrassed to find that his enlarged chest also elicited the same pleasurable sensations as his massive ass.

The crowd once again cheered as they admired the curvy jock with large pecs that protruded off his chest like a shelf, nearly swallowing his neck; and an even bigger butt.

Viktor knew that the college jock with the proportional body that women lusted over, was gone. And in his place was a curvy, microdicked powerbottom who begged for cock on the daily. He paled at mental images of himself strutting around the gym with a massive butt and humongous pecs… but then he thought about all of the handsome jocks on his baseball team. A lot of them had large muscles as well, and even larger cocks.

Viktor’s nub throbbed again as it hardened, and the stud couldn’t help but reach up and toy with an inflated nipple.

“Do you have anything to say, Viktor?” Ethan asked him, a smirk on his face.

Viktor’s brain was taken over with his horny daze, and despite himself, the former jock dropped onto all fours and wagged his bubblebutt towards the nerd. He even noted how his muscletits squished together as he rested on his hands, having to reposition his arms around their exaggerated size.

“Just please fuck me!” Viktor begged, his deep voice cracking by the surge of lust that took over his body. The stud let out a low, bellowing moan as Ethan slid himself inside of his tight hole, almost loving how many other guys were watching the whole ordeal.

His massive booty jiggling and his enlarged pecs bouncing with every thrust, the moaning Viktor basked in the immense pleasure that washed over him in tidal waves. Sure a small part of him was horrified over what he’d become, but a louder part loved every second of it— getting fucked every day and having his body built for nothing but the upmost sexual pleasure.

Viktor loved his massive booty and enormous pecs (and even his little cock), and he knew deep down that he’d need to convince other guys on the baseball team to take part in the drug trials.

But he’d need to have them fuck him before their cocks shrink, of course.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Alpha Derek Hale had his trademark scowl on his face as he shoved his way through the packed bar. It was Saint Patrick's Day, otherwise known as a day for Americans to get blitzed off their asses. His irritation with drunk people and his general distaste for society led to Derek staying home for most of the night, only leaving his house to pick up his boyfriend, Stiles.

He spotted his boyfriend near the back of the cramped bar, a litter of empty bottles near him and his friends. Derek huffed but stalked forward, only stopping when he felt a light hand on his shoulder.

"You're not wearing green!" some random dude decked out in a glittery green suit shouted over the thumping music and talking crowd. "It's St. Patrick's Day!"

Derek fought his instinct to growl at the random weirdo, but instead just settled on glaring. "I don't celebrate it," he curtly said, shoving his way past the decorated man.

"I guess you just need to get more into the spirit!" the man called out behind him, even snapping his fingers.

Derek barely had time to roll his eyes again before he felt his center of gravity shift rapidly beneath him. He wobbled on his legs and had to reach out and hold onto one of the tables in order to steady himself. The mysterious wave of dizziness fled as soon as it had appeared, leaving Derek leaning up against a table, wondering what had just happened.

"That was weird..." he muttered to himself before trailing off, his voice having an odd squeak to it. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What the hell was that-- what's wrong with my voice?" He sounded like he'd been sucking on helium, his usual growl sounding high and comical.

However, the squeaky werewolf was quickly alerted to something else. He held his arms out in front of himself, his eyes widening at the green hue his signature black leather had adopted.

Gasping loudly, Derek saw his altered reflection in one of the mirrored walls of the bar. He ran a disbelieving hand through his now red hair. However, he was soon much more concerned with the way his ears looked pointed, looking similar to the cosplay elf ears that Stiles would wear during D&D.

"You've got to be shitting me!" Derek huffed when he looked forward and saw that he was staring directly into someone's waist. He looked around the bar, miffed that he must've shrunken down to about three feet tall, looking totally ridiculous dressed in his green clothes, with his pointy ears, and red hair.

"Derek?" Stiles's slurred voice rang out.

Derek blushed at having his boyfriend see him like this.

"Y-you look like a leprechaun!" Stiles gasped.

Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his boyfriend's hand, leading him towards the door. "Let's just get out of here," he growled in his squeaky voice. He struggled to get used to walking on his shorter legs, and also he felt weird having Stiles tower over him when it was supposed to be the other way around.

When they got to his Camaro, Derek literally hopped into the driver's seat and sighed with irritation as he rested his forehead on the steering wheel. He looked and sounded ridiculous and he had no idea how to fix any of this.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, placing a sympathetic hand on his smaller shoulder.

"I can't reach the pedals," the leprechaun Derek growled, kicking his tiny feet wildly.

Derek/Chad

@writer-ofstuff Thank you so much! ❤

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“Of all the places to search for a trickster,” Derek annoyedly huffed, “we have to scope out some crappy reunion?”

His boyfriend, Stiles, shrugged his thin shoulders. “I guess even tricksters had to go to school, too.”

The alpha werewolf rolled his eyes as he stomped up the steps to the gymnasium where music blasted out of. Wanting to go incognito, Derek had begrudgingly dressed up in a suit so that he could look like he was attending his own high school reunion, despite the fact that he loathed the thought of ever stepping foot into a school at all. Meanwhile, Stiles was all smiles, dressed up too and ready to look like it was date night.

The two walked inside and were instantly greeted by someone standing by a table. “Welcome to the tenth year reunion!” he warmly smiled at the two before scrunching up his face in confusion. “Oh, I don’t think I recognize you, sorry!”

Stiles paled as he tried to come up with a lie, and Derek could hear his heart speed up. 

The werewolf looked down at the table in front of them, seeing the array of name tags on it. He spotted one and snatched it up, peeling the back off of it.

“You don’t recognize… Gilbert?” he asked, slapping the name tag onto Stiles’s chest, trying to hold back a chuckle.

Stiles just narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

The guy behind the table perked up. “Oh Gilbert!” he beamed. “Wow, you look great…” He trailed off, his gaze fixating on Derek for a moment before perking up. “And oh, I didn’t know that you were coming too. Let me make you a name tag.”

Before Derek could ask, the guy scribbled down a name on a blank sticker and placed it on the front of Derek’s suit.

Chad.

“Welcome, Chad,” the guy smirked at the werewolf before turning his attention to the other couples who entered.

Derek and Stiles walked away from the table and towards the gymnasium entrance.

“Damn it,” Stiles frowned. “Why do I have to be ‘Gilbert’, and you get a manly name like ‘Chad’? Let’s switch!” He tried to grab the name tag off of Derek’s suit, but he couldn’t get it to peel off. “It’s really stuck on there…”

"Damn it,” Derek muttered, annoyed that his suit was probably destroyed thanks to some crappy sticker. However, something else caught his attention and he cleared his throat. “Um, hey Stiles, does my voice sound… deeper?”

Perhaps it was due to the blaring music over the speakers, but Derek could’ve sworn that his voice had more baritone to it. Due to his status as an alpha, his voice was regularly deep and commanding, but now it had a certain quality to it that made it sound like it had a much more masculine bass.

“I don’t think so?” Stiles wondered, having trouble hearing clearly with his human ears. “Should we leave?” He briefly worried that his boyfriend wasn’t feeling well.

Derek shook his head. “No, let’s split up and search for this trickster,” he said in his deeper voice. “Call me if you see anything… Gilbert.” He smirked at the way Stiles frowned.

“Yeah, yeah, Chad.” Stiles disappeared in the crowd of people dancing and drinking in the packed gymnasium.

As Derek walked Stiles walk away, his eyes couldn’t resist honing in on his boyfriend’s firm butt. The way the cheeks shifted as he walked away caused a stirring deep in Derek’s loins, and the werewolf blushed as he grew hard in the middle of the crowd of people. Luckily, his tight pants kept his boner shielded, so Derek stayed determine to hunt down this trickster and kick him out of his territory.

Derek shoved his way through the crowd of people, sniffing at the air as he tried to catch a scent.

“Move!” he growled at one guy as he shoved his way past, no longer able to doubt that his voice was indeed deeper. It had much more bass than it should’ve, making him sound almost like a stereotype of a superhero.

He rubbed at his throat, as if he could fix his voice, but his eyes widened at what he felt.

Derek had shaved before leaving his place, all to play the part. Therefore, his throat and lower jaw shouldn’t have been covered in thick stubble. Even more was that Derek couldn’t help but gasp when his fingers ran over his jaw. It felt wider than it should’ve been, like it had even squared off a bit too.

“What the hell…?” Derek trailed off, trying to wrap his head around what was going on.

He continued to push his way through the thick crowd of people, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. As he moved, Derek felt as if his clothes were getting tighter by the second. He knew that thought was ridiculous, so he tried his best to ignore it. However, with every step he took, his pants constricted his legs, and his shirt was unbearably tight. His arms felt as if they were being squeezed by his sleeves, and he feared that if he took a deep breath, his shirt would rip to shreds.

Pop!

The top few buttons of his shirt gave way, flying off.

Derek looked down in confusion, his eyes widening when he saw that his chest somehow jutted further away from his torso than it should’ve. As impossible as it seemed, it was as if Derek’s pecs had somehow inflated, increasing their rigid roundness; and he could make out two bumps where his nubby nipples pressed noticeably against his straining shirt which struggled to remain intact.

“What the fuck?” Derek wondered aloud, noting that his voice was definitely deeper now.

The werewolf shoved his way past the crowd of people, having to adjust his stance due to the increased weight at his chest. He was forced to draw his shoulders back, which only shoved his inflated pecs out into the air even more. And the more he moved, the more he noted how his thighs seemed to roll over one another in a manner they never had before. 

Derek stumbled a little, feeling like his gait was entirely thrown off. The room spun for a brief second, and when he regained his composure, he couldn’t help but feel like something was really off.

He was on the taller side of the spectrum; but when he’d first entered the gymnasium, he’d been able to see the tops of the other patrons’ heads, but now he felt as if he completely towered over them. The coolness he felt over his ankles alerted him to the fact that his previously fitted pants now felt more like tight capris, and his shirt had become untucked. The bottom of his skintight shirt now stopped above his belly button, looking like it was a cut-off.

Derek quickened his pace and bolted into the bathroom, which was thankfully vacant. After locking the door being him, he looked into the mirror and couldn’t hold back the loud gasp at his altered reflection.

Derek was huge! He must’ve grown at least a foot taller, based on how short his clothes looked. And speaking of his clothes, they barely fit over his inflated muscles. It looked as if he’d gained well over fifty pounds of pure muscle. His arms bulged in a way they never had before, splitting his sleeves at the seam as they flexed with power. His already broad shoulders were much, much wider than they should’ve been, looking like the werewolf would have to go through any standard-sized door sideways now. His pecs were enormous, looking like large slabs of meat that jutted off his chest. They tore his shirt apart, his nubby nipples exposed out in the open for all to see. His legs had even gained some serious size, his thighs pressed tightly together as his quads inflated. His butt even looked bigger too— not like a power bottom’s, but more so like he didn’t neglect Leg Day.

And Derek couldn’t help but stare at his altered face in awe, noting how much wider and bigger his jaw looked. It was comically squared off, and covered in thick, manly stubble. A dimple had even appeared on his chin, and Derek ran a disbelieving hand over his jaw in wonder.

“What the fuck’s happening to me?” he asked, noting his deep baritone.

Derek felt his larger chest itch and as he scratched it, the werewolf felt little hairs start to sprout over his skin. He watched in the mirror in wonder as his chest hair grew in, thickening as it covered his larger pecs and chiseled abs.

And despite the panic he felt over what was happening to him, Derek was extremely horny.

The longer he stared at his warped reflection, the more turned on he felt. Despite himself, Derek couldn’t resist bending over and forming a most muscular pose that he’d seen bodybuilders do during competitions. His massive muscles flexing in unison caused audible rips to echo out in the small bathroom, and what was left of his shirt split down the middle, exposing his inflated, hairy chest. He could feel his cock harden in his tight pants, snaking down one pant leg, looking much longer and thicker than it should’ve been.

A knock at the locked bathroom door jolted Derek out of his daze.

“Derek!” Sitles called out, sounding concerned. “I saw you run in here. Are you okay?”

Out of instinct, Derek immediately rushed over to the door and unlocked it just so he could yank the small human inside, before slamming the door and re-locking it.

After regaining his bearings, Stiles looked up in awe at his warped boyfriend. “Chad?” he asked in disbelief before flinching. He cleared his throat and tried again. “De— Chad? What the hell? Why can’t I call you ‘Chad’? I mean, your name is Chad. What…?” His face grew red as he tried to call Derek by his name, seemingly unable to do so.

The way his boyfriend looked flustered made Derek’s heart race in his beefy chest, and he cleared his own throat.

“Um,” he bellowed out in his masculine bass, “my name is D— er, Chad.” His eyes widened as he stared back into the mirror, honing in on the name tag affixed to his destroyed suit.

Derek envisioned himself going through Beacon Hills, his massive muscles and over-exaggerated masculinity on display for all to see. He looked like a caricature of some kind of superhero, with a large jaw and hairy muscles— and he was so incredibly turned on.

His gigantic, lengthened cock sprung out of his tight pants, hardening to its new length of eleven inches, looking as thick as a beer can, with balls the size of oranges. It rose in front of the stunned werewolf, throbbing with intense want, a horny cloud shrouding over his panicked brain, making it impossible to think of anything else but his cute boyfriend.

“It must be the trickster!” Stiles gasped loudly as he put the pieces together. He grabbed onto Derek’s large arm and tried to lead him towards the door so that they could leave this cursed reunion and figure out a way to fix him. “C’mon Chad!”

Derek/Chad didn’t budge, only one thing on his mind. Instead, he reached out with a muscled arm, easily picking up Stiles and tossing him over a broadened shoulder.

“Calm down, Little Man,” Chad bellowed in his deep voice, puffing his hairy chest muscles out with power, “just let Daddy here take care of things.” With his hard cock bobbing in front of him and his bare, hairy muscles on full display, Chad exited the bathroom with his boyfriend in his clutches.

As the two exited the gymnasium, Chad noticed the guy at the table in front flash him a thumb’s up. For a brief second, he thought it was odd, but he quickly ignored it and focused his mind on fucking his boyfriend senseless tonight.

Kevin Jonas's New Career

“Good afternoon, Mr. Jonas,” the hypnotherapist, Blue, greeted the hunky singer.

The former boy band member entered the small office and took a seat on the offered sofa. When he sat, his thin t-shirt clung to his chiseled, smooth chest, allowing the hypnotherapist to view his toned body that had helped him gain scores of adoring fans. “Oh please, you can call me ‘Kevin’,” Kevin Jonas smiled, flashing a cute grin at Blue.

Blue simply nodded as he sat down across from the singer, his notepad in hand. “Alright Kevin,” he smiled, hiding the devious glint in his eye, “why don’t we start with why you’re here?”

The stud cleared his throat, running his hand through his curly hair. “Well,” he began, his baritone audible in his manly voice, “I think I’m ready for a new career path. I mean, I’ve been a part of the Jonas Brothers for years, and while I love it, I’m ready to see what else is out there.”

Blue hummed to himself.  “And what do you think is stopping you from taking that leap?”

The singer bit down on his lower lip in thought, leaning back into the sofa. As he moved, his tight shirt strained against his smooth muscles once more, illustrating his dedication to his body. He worked out religiously, aiming to get a toned, more athletic aesthetic that many of his fans could drool over. They loved the clean, good boy look that he oozed with ease— toned muscles, smooth baby face, and an all around happy-go-lucky attitude.

It was no wonder why he’d stayed in the boy band for so long; he was perfect for the part!

“I think it’s just been all I’ve known,” Kevin admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve gotten too comfortable with it that it’s hard to leave.”

Blue nodded, encouraging the singer to continue.

“I mean,” Kevin huffed, an annoyed tone in his voice, “no matter how much I try to branch out, all people see is that clean cut, Disney singer. I’m ready for a change.”

Blue’s smirk took over his face, and he had to shield it behind his notepad before Kevin could notice. “I think I have an idea,” he mischievously said as he snatched his pocket watch out of his pocket. “Now, just watch this watch with you eyes only as I swing it back and forth. And concentrate on the sound of my voice…”

Kevin did as he was told, his eyes following the gentle swaying motions of the watch—

Blue snapped his fingers. “You still with me, Kevin?” he asked, yanking the singer out of his daze.

Kevin jerked back in the sofa, shaking his head a little as he struggled to regain his bearings. He glanced at the clock on the wall and was amused to see that an hour had already passed, meaning that the hypnotherapy really must’ve been a success. He didn’t remember a single thing! “Whoa,” was all he could manage to get out, still trying to wrap his head around the quick session. Despite it just happening, Kevin could not recall a single detail about what Blue had told him while he’d supposedly been under. No matter how hard he strained his brain, the last thing he could recall vividly was staring at the pocket watch, and that was it.

“This concludes our first session,” Blue smiled warmly. “I’ll see you next week for our second session. In the meantime, if anything comes up, please give me a call.”

Kevin graciously thanked Blue before leaving the office, his head held high as he headed to his car to drive home.

As he walked, Kevin began to tug at the collar of his t-shirt, all of a sudden feeling a little warm. The singer cocked his eyebrow in confusion since it was a cool, overcast day; yet, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortably warm and a little constricted wearing the tight fabric. He tugged at his shirt collar, trying to get any minuscule semblance of relief in the odd rising heat. Kevin swore that his skin even started to itch, further increasing his discomfort. Even worse, the slight breeze that filtered in through the parking garage made the legs of Kevin’s pants billow and flap, making the singer feel as if they were too big for him.

He knew that it was ridiculous, but when Kevin glanced in one of the car mirrors, he swore his clothes looked way too big for him.

“Did I really leave the house like this?” Kevin blushed as he examined his oversized attire. Despite having on expensive, brand-name clothes that typically showcased his muscled body in a modest manner, he couldn’t help but view them in a different light now. Whereas his pants normally seemed to fit his toned legs nicely, he couldn’t help but notice how they were too baggy in the seat, making his butt look flat and unimpressive. Worse was that his shirt, which normally tastefully showed off his pecs and biceps, appeared more akin to a circus tent due to how loose it seemed.

Without thinking, Kevin tore his shirt away from his body, allowing his bare chest to be on full display. He knew that walking around shirtless in the parking garage was outside of the norm, but he couldn’t deny the rush of relief that crashed over him due to having his chest exposed. The cool air brushing over the pert nipples felt right, and Kevin smiled as he continued towards his car.

Once he was seated in the driver’s seat, the singer couldn’t resist tearing his pants away from himself, feeling leagues better just sitting in his boxers.

As he drove home, a small part of Kevin said that something was off, but he ignored it and instead focused on the road ahead. It wasn’t until he was stopped at a red light that the stud realized that he’d been massaging his smooth pectoral with one hand while driving. He blushed a little bit when he noticed, but his blush deepened when he saw the man in the car next to him staring.

The other man smirked back and gave an approving nod, even going so far as to lick his lips hungrily.

Out of instinct, Kevin gave his nipple a pinch and his jaw went slack as he moaned. His cock started to harden and it tented out his boxers, bobbing in the air in front of him—

The car behind Kevin honked as the light turned green.

The singer snapped out of his daze, his heart racing in his bare chest as he continued to drive home. He tried to wrap his head around what had just happened. Given his good boy aesthetic, he never in his life would have ever considered showing off in traffic, let alone to another man. Still, his cock throbbed with want at the recent memory, and his nipples burned with want. Every so often, during his drive, Kevin’s free hand would rub his pecs and thumb his hard nipples.

This continued until Kevin finally reached his house and parked in the garage. He was slightly relieved that he was finally home and no one could see him in his horny state, but another growing part of him couldn’t get over the flash of excitement that he’d felt when the other guy had seen him playing with his pecs. At the thought of it, his cock throbbed even more and began to leak precum.

Kevin did his best to ignore his throbbing member as he began to walk around his house aimlessly… or at least he thought it was aimlessly, until he snatched up a trash bag. His limbs seemed to move on their own accord, and it took Kevin a while to realize what he was doing. 

The first thing the hunk did was go into the bathroom and throw away every single razor that he owned. He cocked his eyebrow, wondering what had possessed him to do that, but the more he tried to think about it, the more a thick fog seemed to filter in through his brain; and instead of thinking about maintaining his boyish charm and friendly good looks, his mind was bombarded with mental imaged of manly body hair.

His cock throbbed even more.

Next, Kevin tossed all of his pricey colognes and deodorant into the trash bag. Manly musk and smelly pits invaded his brain, and Kevin couldn’t resist lifting his arm and shoving his nose into his hairy pit, taking a large whiff. Only he was disappointed when all he smelt was the chemicals of his deodorant, making him frown. He couldn’t wait until he radiated manly musk.

His cock throbbed again.

Finally, Kevin waddled into his bedroom, his hard cock bobbing in front of him with every step. The first thing he did was rip open the closet doors. He began to snatch up all of his button down shirts, shoving them into the trash bag with an almost giddy excitement. Every single article of clothing that was deemed as too loose or too modest was thrown away, leaving only a few t-shirts that were a size too small and some workout shorts. To these, Kevin took a pair of scissors and trimmed them, making them even smaller and much more revealing. The entire time Kevin worked, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of wearing such slutty and revealing clothing while out in public, his hairier chest and musky pits on display for all to see—

“Ughh!” Kevin bellowed loudly as his cock erupted, shooting a large load into his boxers. His pecs heaving as he tried to catch his breath, Kevin looked down at the stuffed trash bag and then towards his cut up clothes, and he couldn’t help but blush for the millionth time that day.

He imagined himself strolling around town wearing next to nothing, his body on display as he showed off like some dim, jockbro slut. And what was even stranger was that that thought didn’t cause any sort of humiliation, but instead sent an excited thrill through Kevin, making his cock rocket back to life in a snap.

“What’s happening to me?” Kevin panted, running a hand over his sensitive chest.

[Two Weeks Later]

“Welcome back, Kevin,” Blue smiled warmly as he greeted his patient into his office.

The newly transfigured Kevin Jonas sauntered into the hypnotherapist’s room, his head held high as he basked in the warmth that having another man’s eyes on his form brought him. Instead of the clean cut, good boy next door looking guy that had been at the first session, a new man entered.

Kevin wore a tiny tank top that was two sizes too small for him, and the bottom part had been cut off so that it ended right above his navel. Speaking off, Kevin had quit his shaving routine, allowing his chest hair to grow out more, the wisps of manly chest hair covering his entire torso. His fuzzy pecs were barely contained in the small tank, and when Blue stared more, he could make out the large nubs pressing against the tight fabric from where Kevin had pierced his nubby, sensitive nipples. He wore tight spandex shorts that showcased his thick hairy thighs and his impressive bubble butt. Speaking of, Kevin must’ve been hard at work at his at-home gym because his butt seemed to be a bit rounder and firmer, as if he’d been hard at work trying to look bigger. The large bulge in the front of his shorts was noticeably hard, and Kevin kept adjusting it as he entered the office, his hand seemingly constantly fondling himself under the other man’s gaze, making himself get even harder.

Kevin wore a cocky grin that was framed by the manly scruff on his face, particularly his new mustache. Instead of looking like a heartthrob from a boy band, Kevin now looked like he’d been ripped straight out of some porn site.

When he sat down on the couch, Kevin folded his arms behind his head, letting his hairy pits be on full display, his manly musk permeating the room.

“I see you’ve been doing well, Kevin,” Blue smiled, his eyes running up and down the singer’s new hairy body. “Tell me, have you still been feeling trapped in your career?”

Kevin shook his head, one of his hands still kneading his hard cock as he spoke. “No way,” he laughed, his voice having a deeper and slower quality to it. “I’ve already made up my mind to quit that stupid band.”

Blue couldn’t fight his smirk. “Oh?” he pressed. “And what path have you decided to take instead?”

Kevin mindlessly scratched at a hairy pec. “I’ve been thinking about streaming,” he said, leaning back further into the couch cushions. “I can just play some video games while I flex for people online. I figure for every sub I get, I’ve just flex my tits for them.”

To illustrate his point, Kevin made his hairy pecs bounce up and down, loving the action even more with Blue watching. Plus, the sensation of his shirt rubbing up against his hard nipples made his cock start to leak precum into his shorts, forming a wet spot in the front.

Blue nodded and hummed. “I’m happy to hear that, Kevin,” he commented, feeling a little mischievous spark, “but just to doublecheck…” Blue snapped his fingers.

Immediately, Kevin jerked back in his spot on the couch, looking as if he’d just been slapped. His eyes went wide and a rush of humiliation crashed over him as the realization of what he’d been doing over the past two weeks dawned on him.

The first thing that struck Kevin the most was the musk that wafted off of him. “Wh-what?” he panicked, lowering his buff arms and staring down at his altered body. The stunned singer paled as he glanced at his large, hairy pecs and his pierced nipples. His fingers accidentally grazed one of his hard nipples, and he had to stifle a moan as his cock throbbed like crazy in his tight shorts. His face went cherry red as he vividly recalled himself sauntering into the hypnotherapist’s office, wearing next to nothing and looking like some hairy jockbro slut who was super musky. “What the hell happened to me?!”

“I helped you figure out a new career path,” Blue simply stated. “You were tired of the boy band scene, so I thought that a new change of pace would do you well.”

Kevin gestured down at his altered form. “So you turn me into this?” he spat. “What the hell am I even wearing?”

“You can take it off, if you’d prefer?” Blue suggested.

“I’m not going to take…” Kevin trailed off as his arms moved on their own accord, grabbing the bottom of his tank top to tug it off. He tossed it to the floor, and despite the panic coursing through his veins, he couldn’t deny the spark of excitement he felt over having his hairy chest exposed. It became clearer to him that even though he’d been made aware of what happened, he was still under the influence of Blue’s hypnosis.

“See, Kevin?” Blue said, his smooth voice making the singer squirm in his seat. “I’ve made it so that you’ll love living out your life as a slutty cam boy. It won’t be so bad, right?”

“‘Not so bad’?” Kevin repeated incredulously. “Look at me!”

“I am looking at you, and there’ll be a lot more guys who’ll look too,” Blue explained. “We’ll set up an OnlyFans account to tie into your streaming career. That way, you can totally immerse yourself into your new career path. You’ll love it, trust me.”

The thought of having tons of guys watching and looking at his altered body as he showed it off made Kevin’s cock throb even harder. Kevin was aware of everything he was doing, but he couldn’t stop. Plus, he couldn’t deny that he liked it.

Blue walked forward and grabbed both of Kevin’s meaty, hairy pecs. He groped the large muscle mounds and ran his fingers through the new hairs that covered them. Kevin tried to hold back a moan over the sensation of another man playing with his sensitive chest, but he couldn’t prevent the low slutty noises from escaping his mouth. 

“See?” Blue smirked. “It looks like you like it.”

“Mmmm,” Kevin moaned, screaming at himself on the inside while trying to convince himself that he didn’t like it. His cock was leaking precum like crazy now, and he was rendered inert as he was felt up.

Becoming some slutty cam guy wasn’t Kevin’s first choice of a new career path, but he couldn’t deny the fact that his body lit up with electricity when the other man touched him, and he was desperate for more. He unconsciously bounced his chest and lifted both of his arms to flex his massive biceps. His manly musk started to waft out into the small office.

“Smell them,” Kevin heard himself playfully growl, placing a large hand on the back of Blue’s head.

Blue eagerly shoved his face into Kevin’s armpit and took a deep whiff, loving the manly musk that permeated his senses, making it smell like his office was a gym locker room instead. As he sniffed and licked at Kevin’s pit, Blue’s hand reached up and tugged on one of Kevin’s pierced nipples, making the singer squeal with delight.

“Ooohh!” Kevin moaned loudly, his untouched cock snaking out of his tight shorts and bobbing out in the open air.

Blue pulled away and went to his desk where he grabbed his phone. “Let’s go ahead and make your first video, Kevin,” he said. “And just know, I gave you back your awareness, so you’re free to stop at any time you want. If you choose that you don’t want this, then I’ll help you to return to your old life as a member of goody boy band.”

He pressed record and held up his phone towards the altered hunk.

Something clicked inside of Kevin’s brain, and as soon as he realized that he was being recorded, he couldn’t help but show off.

With one hand, he wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. With the other, he began to tug on one of his nipples, moaning loudly as he pleasured himself in front of Blue. He didn’t want to be stuck as some slutty cam boy, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore the surge of pleasure that took over him. Despite himself, Kevin couldn’t stop fondling his hard cock or playing with his sensitive chest. He even lifted his arm and sniffed at his own pit, moaning loudly as he breathed in his sweaty musk.

“Oh shit,” he bellowed out, “that’s fuckin’ nice. This is what real man looks like.” He gestured down at his hairy chest. “Not some smooth pretty boy, but this is a real fuckin’ man— uuughhh!”

He came and his load squirted up onto his hairy pecs, which heaved as Kevin tried to catch his breath.

“Well, I think this is going to be a great debut,” Blue grinned. “What do you think, Kevin?”

Dazed as he basked in his post-orgasmic bliss, Kevin nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he bellowed, smiling as his hard nipples burned with want again.

… … …

“Hey everyone,” Kevin grinned as he sat at his desk set up, with his headphones on. The camera was positioned so that the viewers of his stream could see the background of his office, which was decorated with video game collectables and lit up with a neon motif. The streamer sat bare chested, his hairy pecs clearly the focus of the camera as they took up most of the screen. Thanks to his frequent workouts, they’d packed on some serious size, and Kevin liked to lean forward and have the muscled mounds rest on the desk, showing off how large and cumbersome they were. “It’s your boy, Kevin, here, ready to do another let’s play of the latest Pokémon game.”

As part of his new streaming career, Kevin would frequently play video games shirtless, constantly flexing or showing off as he played— a majority of his viewers couldn’t even recall the game he’d been playing, they’d mainly just watched the horny hunk feel himself up. Every so often, Kevin would bounce his muscletits, tug on his nipples, or sniff at his smelly pits. For those followers who wanted to see something a little more mature, he’d set up his OnlyFans account which attracted scores of followers, eager to see the hot, hairy hunk pleasure himself in front of the camera. 

Kevin had completely gone from a clean cut boy band member to a hot, hairy slut.

“Check these out!” Kevin grinned as he thrusted his chest forward, showing off the shiny silver rings on his nubby nipples. “My boyfriend, Blue, got me these piercings. Fuckin’ hot, right?” He bounced his pecs in tandem, making the silver rings dangle with the movement.

On occasions, his brothers Nick and Joe would try to talk some sense into Kevin, asking why he’d been acting so differently and why he’d quit the band. Kevin would typically just snort at them and call them a bunch of little bitches with how desperately they’d clung onto their shiny Disney appearance. Luckily, Blue had reassured him that he would try to get them to understand his new life…

As Kevin played his game on the stream, he would flex here and there, his hard cock hidden underneath the desk. It throbbed with want and the more his viewer count climbed, the more men watched Kevin watch like a heated slut, the more turned on the stud was.

“Ugghhh!” Kevin groaned as he tensed up, his hairy pecs jiggling as he came on stream. The whole time the chat cheered and sent tons of eggplant emojis as the hunk spent his load for all to see.

Kevin loved his new streamer slut life, a dazed grin forming on his face as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, that was nice,” he bellowed, already growing hard again as more and more people logged in to watch.

My favorite sports team is the South African Springboks and they just win the Rugby World Cup. I’m not a great player but do you think that you could make me a big hot world class rugby player to join the team?

(I really don't know a thing about rugby... lol)

Sure thing!

Imagine that you wake up one morning, and immediately feel the foreign sensation of muscle rubbing up against muscle the second you sit up. You would look down at your larger athletic form, impressed by the sheer size of your new muscles that exude masculine prowess.

However, you also smell that strong musk that is wafting off of your muscled body in waves, smelling as if you'd just finished an intense workout or won a hard-earned match.

You shower, noting how different it feels to have your fingers run over the new curvature of your pecs, biceps, and ass. But even after cleaning yourself off and using scented body wash, you still reek of musk.

No matter what you do, your big, buff jock body smells of manly musk. Especially whenever you flex your massive arms, forming a double biceps pose-- your hairy pits emanate a string musky odor that you can't resist taking a big whiff of.

I really hope you enjoy your new life as a big, muscular, musky jock!

Hey I've always fantasized about having a big belly, but I can't seem to gain weight no matter how hard I try. Is there anything you can do for me?

How about we try this spell?

No matter what shirt you wear, your belly will always outgrow it.

Now, let's see the results...

You were at home getting ready to head to the gym when you grabbed one of your regular workout t-shirts. It was a typical shirt that clung to your body and was made out of material that was thin enough to help your body cool off.

The second you tugged your shirt on, you felt your stomach gurgle a little bit as if you were hungry. However, your eyes widened when your gut shuddered and began to push outwards away from you. Your abs disappeared underneath a growing layer of fat, becoming obscured before your gut rounded out and began to jut out from your torso. The growth continued until your tight(er) shirt rode up higher and your belly button was exposed-- the shirt officially not fitting you anymore.

As soon as a large swath of your inflated gut was exposed, the growth stopped.

Your hands explored your new mass that was attached to you in wonder, feeling it squish and jiggle with every awkward step you took. You tore the too small shirt away from your bigger form, noting how warped your profile now was. Whereas you used to be trim and skinny, you now possessed a sizable beer belly. Your pecs had even puffed up slightly and became a little saggy. And when you looked harder in the mirror, you could see that your face was a little rounder too.

Immediately, you were so excited to show off your larger form to all of your gym buddies, looking forward to having them rub your big belly. You rushed back over to your closet, feeling your larger gut jiggle with every footstep.

You squeezed into another shirt to head out and--

Your belly shuddered and began to inflate again, growing even larger and rounder until it jutted out of your t-shirt again. Your gut was now so large that it looked like you had a yoga ball in front of you, and your shirt was so small that it resembled a crop top that was specifically designed for your belly to hang out.

The specifics of the spell rang through your head again, and you knew that if you to put on a larger shirt, your belly would continue to grow until you couldn't fit in that article of clothing anymore.

You eagerly began to tear through your closet, searching for the largest shirt that you could find so that you could have the biggest belly ever!

I hope I’ve come to the right place… I want to wake up as the man I was meant to be: muscular, handsome, and voracious.

I’ve just never been able to get into working out, so now I find myself entering my thirties with an early-onset dadbod — but I know that if I had the right start, I’d be able to keep it up and be a real fucking man.

If we go back in time and do a little twist of fate, making it so that you'd begun to enter the gym immediately as soon as you could, then...

BWOMPH!

You felt your previous body literally explode with muscle, a large weight placed upon you from all over.

"Whoa..." you couldn't help but mumble, loving how much deeper your voice sounded. Looking downward, all you could see was the great expanse of your massive new muscletits as they jutted far off in front of you. You cumbersome arms were hanging awkwardly at your sides as they rested upon your flaring lats. You took a shaky step forward, your wide thighs rolling over one another as they constantly pressed together.

And that's when you noticed how good it felt to have your newly enlarged muscles rubbing up against itself constantly. Like, really good.

Your cock sprung out and tented your workout shorts noticeably, just from the sensation of your bowling ball sized biceps shifting against your enormous pecs. You had to stifle a moan as you took a step forward, your quads rolling against one another and thrusting your rock hard cock out further in front of you.

All of your clothes were skintight, the squeezing sensation mimicking someone running their hungry hands all over your new bodybuilder form, making your roll your head back and bellow out a moan as you were constantly felt up.

You even had to tug your stringer down to give your excruciatingly sensitive nipples a reprieve. However, you didn't account for the gentle breeze from your A/C unit blowing over the hard nubs, making your cock throb like crazy.

You couldn't help but flex and feel up your inflated muscles which were extremely sensitive, making every touch you felt feel like pure sex. You were a moaning, slutty muscle monster, unable to stop groping himself as many of the other musclemen began to surround you and watch your show, some even starting to join and worship your gigantic form.

my buddy has such a flat butt, he can’t keep his pants. it’s really embarrassing for him. do you think you could help him out?

Oh, poor guy. Let’s see what we can do. Go ahead and put this in his drink, and it should help him out. (*slides you a little vial of clear liquid) But, only put half of the vial in at a time.

You agreed and took the vial, eager to help your flat-backed friend…

You and your friend, I think his name is Jason, were getting ready to play a big baseball game. The two of you were active on your community team, and loved to play the sport, spending hours practicing. A plus to being an athlete was that your bodies were both fit and impressive… with the exception of Jason’s flat butt.

Still, you were ready to help out your friend, because you’re just such a nice guy.

When Jason wasn’t looking, you grabbed his water bottle and uncapped the vial, ready to pour in half of it. Carefully, you tilted the small glass vial so that the clear liquid could slowly fall in at a controlled rate and—

In a flash, the entire vial emptied into the water bottle. Oops.

For a brief moment, you panicked and wondered if you’d wasted your time and your chance to help your friend; but before you could react, Jason stalked forward.

“Hey, Man, can you pass me my water?” he asked in his deep voice. He’s a really handsome man with large, sexy muscles and a killer smile. It’s just a shame that he doesn’t have a rear, so to speak.

“Um,” you tried to stall, unable to think up an excuse. “Here…?” You hesitantly closed the lid and handed him the spiked water bottle, holding you breath as he eagerly grabbed it.

“Thanks,” Jason grunted as he took a large swig of the tainted liquid, followed by loud gulps until the bottle was empty. “Guess I was pretty thirsty.” He tugged up his loose pants and jogged out onto the baseball field. The fabric was loose and wrinkly, and he had to tug his pants up a little bit as they rode lower with every step.

For a brief moment, you worried a little bit about what sort of ramifications could occur because you’d accidentally used the entire vial; but once the game started, the panic drifted away from your mind and you began to enjoy yourself.

As the game progressed, you sat in the dug out, and Jason was on one of the bases.

Jason looked a little flushed and he grabbed at the back of his normally loose pants, his eyes widening at what he felt. 

From your vantage point, you could see exactly what had brought about such a reaction.

Jason’s usually loose pants now looked like they were painted on. The tight, white fabric was pressed against a butt that had seemed to magically grow out of nowhere. The jock who had been ridiculed frequently for being flat in the back now possessed a sizable bubblebutt that made him look like he was an avid cyclist.

“Wh-what the hell?” Jason wondered aloud as he glanced over his broad shoulder to examine the big butt attached to his lower back. It pressed out from his back a little more than what he would’ve liked, which was weird since he usually was embarrassed about his lack of a butt— but this one looked a little too big for his liking.

Then Jason’s new butt shuddered as the growth continued.

The jock freaked out as his butt grew out even further away from his back. It bubbled out farther and farther, rounding out as it grew. The new cheeks pressed against his pants that struggled to contain the new girth within them, seams starting to groan as they began to fail—

RRIIIPPP!

Jason’s pants finally gave way, his fleshy new mounds rippling out in the open for all to see. They grew so far out that they formed a nearly perfect shelf with Jason’s back, officially crossing the line into oversized territory. Now, the jock who had always lamented being flat in the back was bright red with humiliation as his enormous new bubblebutt hung out in the open for all to see. He knew deep down that none of his pants would ever fit over his rotund, massive butt.

Your bottom-heavy friend took an awkward step forward, his face going red as a tomato at how different his gait was. He could feel the meaty cheeks rolling over each other as he moved, and the cheeks rippled and bounced nonstop.

“Where’re you going?” the coach yelled out as Jason tried to waddle away. “We’re in the middle of a game!”

You and Jason were beyond confused over what had happened, but as you looked over the nonchalant crowd, you realized that no one, except for the two of you, could tell that Jason’s butt had managed to triple in size!

Still red in the face, Jason remained on the base, his big bubblebutt out in the open for all to see. And when he ran to home base, the mounds bounced and jiggled like crazy. When he returned to the dug out to where you were, Jason’s face was beet red with embarrassment. 

“Good job out there, Jason!” Coach said as he gave your bottom-heavy friend’s exposed rear a playful swat.

The cheeks jiggled and shook from the impact, and you could see the front of Jason’s tightened pants strain against his hardening cock.

He winced when he sat down next to you, feeling the meaty cheeks squish under him.

Now it seems as if your friend has a new problem: He can’t keep his pants up because his butt is way too big for them.

Found this Part 2 of one of my old stories from my old Tumblr. Happy to have found it!

“Ryan Terry Prepares for the Bodybuilding Competition” - Pt. 2

Part One

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Winner: Ryan can’t stop flirting with the other bodybuilders

Bodybuilder Ryan Terry stalked back onto the gym floor to finish his workout, feeling energized by the protein shake the gym employee had given him for free. His heart beat a little faster than it had been as soon as he was surrounded by his fellow bodybuilders, and he felt himself getting a little frisky.

Ryan decided to head towards a weight pile to work on some bicep curls. He caught his reflection in one of the gym mirrors, smiling when he saw how pumped up he looked. He’d packed on some serious muscle in preparation for tomorrow’s competition, looking bigger than ever.

He approached a vacant bench and started to bust out some reps, really getting into it as he grunted loudly with every rep he performed.

“Hey, Man,” he heard one of his fellow competitors greet him.

Ryan looked over his broad shoulder to see Derek Lunsford waddle over to start performing some bicep curls of his own. He was a friendly bodybuilder and he and Ryan were cordial with one another, often having small talk during workouts or behind the scenes at competitions.

Ryan smiled back and felt his heart start to race even more for some unknown reason. “Hey there…” he greeted back with a wide smile, “…Stud.”

Ryan jerked back and wondered why he’d just referred to Derek as a stud. Sure he was friendly with the other muscle man, but he’d never called him by such terms.

Luckily, Derek laughed it off as he took the empty bench next to him. “Thanks,” he chuckled. “I mean, I have been putting on some serious gains.” He flexed a large, bowling ball-sized bicep to illustrate his point. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna come in first this year.”

Ryan Terry’s eyes bulged at the sheer expanse of Derek’s bicep. It was massive and oozed such masculine power. Best of all was that Derek had yet to shave his body, so it was covered in dark, manly hair.

Ryan meant to offer a genuine congratulatory comment on Derek’s progress, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard himself utter, “Damn Daddy, that’s some serious size you got there.” Again, Ryan winced at what he said, having absolutely no intent on saying anything like that. However, it was as if his mouth moved on its own accord without any thought on his end.

“Uh, right,” Derek mumbled, cocking his eyebrow at his buddy.

Ryan dropped his dumbbell and flexed his own massive bicep, rivaling Derek’s size. “I got some gains of my own though,” he smirked. “See this huge, sexy muscle right here?” He felt himself lean forward and seductively lick his huge muscle, maintaining eye contact with the shocked Derek. Ryan inwardly screamed at himself the entire time. He had no idea why he was acting the way he was right now, and although he could feel and hear everything he was doing, he had no control over it. It was as if he were a puppet and someone else was controlling him. Still, Ryan was horrified at his actions, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as he licked his bicep.

“Um,” Derek wondered aloud, “I think I’m good on arms.” He quickly stood up and hurried away from the weight pile, leaving a humiliated and confused Ryan in his wake.

“What the fuck was that?” Ryan hissed to himself, seemingly able to control his words when he was by himself. He’d never once flirted with a man like that before. The straight stud had never even been so outlandish with a woman. Yet, he’d brazenly licked his bicep like some muscled up stripper on stage. He rubbed at his face in a panic, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for the weird way he’d just acted around Derek Lunsford. He put the dumbbells away and hurried off to the treadmill, figuring that a run would clear his head. Plus, he could just put in his headphones and ignore everyone else as he ran.

As he rushed towards the treadmills, Ryan was oblivious to the smiling gym employee who eagerly watched the scene unfold before him.

When he reached the treadmills, Ryan took the one on the far right. He got on and began to punch the buttons on the machine, starting to set it to a slow job to begin.

When he looked over at the occupied treadmill at his left, he saw bodybuilder Nick Walker running, trying to get some final cuts in before tomorrow’s competition. He was running without headphones, watching one of the TVs. As he ran, the man’s pecs bounced with every step, and since he was shirtless, Ryan got a full, uninterrupted view of the large muscle mounds.

Again, Ryan felt his heart speed up and even felt his cock start to twitch, further worrying him. He shook away his discomfort and smiled back at the other man when he grinned at him.

“How’s it goin’, Ryan?” Nick asked him.

Ryan felt his cock practically leap when the muscle man addressed him, which was thankfully concealed by his gym shorts. As soon as he felt his lips start to move, he was already pleading with himself to be quiet. However, such was not his luck.

“I’m doing great,” Ryan heard himself say animatedly. “I’ve been workin’ a lot on building up my muscle. Check it out!” He felt himself turn around and tug on the front of his shorts to make the material go tight against his large glutes, which he promptly flexed for Nick to see.

Despite Ryan screaming bloody murder inside his head, Nick laughed at him. “Yeah, pretty impressive,” he chuckled in a low, manly voice.

That sent a shiver down Ryan’s spine and his cock was now painfully hard, at full mast. “Well, if you think they’re impressive now,” he teased, “just wait ‘till you take a ride.” He glanced over his shoulder and gave the other man a playful wink. His stomach dropped when he saw Nick look uneasy and look away awkwardly.

“Uh, sure…” he mumbled.

Ryan, begging with himself to stop, turned forward to face the other bodybuilder. Despite his inner humiliation and horror over his uncontrollable actions, Ryan didn’t show any of it outwardly. His sexy smirk stayed glued onto his stubbled face. He felt himself puff out his chest, his nipples poking against his tight white tank top. His muscled arm reached upward and he began to playfully flick one of his hard nipples, sending electric shots of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock.

“If you’re unsure, then maybe I can convince you,” he heard himself purr, feeling his tongue flick out over his full lips at the end of his statement.

Nick just shook his head as he laughed uncomfortably, putting his earbuds in.

Ryan gave up on trying to run on the treadmill, opting to end his workout for the day. He rushed towards the locker room, his beefy hands clapped tightly over his mouth out of fear that his body would mutter something else flirtatiously, all the while, his hard cock bobbed in his shorts with every step.

Thank you very much for your time. (takes a sip of the tea) ummm bitter, is it orange tea?

So if you don't mind, let's start (takes out a notebook)

All cases have things in common.

1. who are mostly, if not completely, always men. Is that true? (sorry, I don't want to sound rude)

2. How often do you usually have these kinds of interactions?

3. Are they always people with the physique of athletes to bodybuilders or are there usually other physical types?

4. Are you able to say the age range of the victims?

5. After what happened, have any of the victims contacted you again?

(after you answer)

And the last and most important question, how do you do it? I want to and don't come and tell me that you are actually a fantasy entity or a demon of pleasure because then I will think that you are crazy (don't take it seriously, it's part of the setting).

Part 1

Yes! It is orange tea!

That's quite the palete you've got! I like to serve this one to my guests, mainly because I like the way it looks. See?

The color is deep and bronze, kind of like posing oil.

But if you're not a fan of orange tea, I can make you something else? I have blueberry? Or if you don't like tea, I have soda that's really fizzy?

I'll let you think it over; but in the meantime, I'm glad to assist your investigation in anyway I can. Let's look at those questions. Hmmm...

Yes, my, *ahem, abilities only seem to have an effect on men. It's just the way the magic works, but it's all good since I find it more fun that way. (No worries, I didn't find this rude at all!)

These sort of interactions can only be described as random, at best. Sometimes I will see someone out in public who I think will be fun to mess with, or who deserves a little shake up. And sometimes people will come to me, asking to be changed or asking for a little fun for their friend... or revenge for an enemy.

Body types are also random. I will admit that about 90% (or more) of the men who are affected tend to have an athletic or bodybuilder physique. However, I have had experiences with skinnier guys, larger men, shorter men, etc. I have no preference and I will help/change anyone who comes to me... but I will admit that I specialize in growth surrounding the glutes and pectorals.

18 and up, period. There's no leeway with this, at all. I do have a softer spot for older guys, though, so I love to have daddies who are in their late forties, early fifties come to me for experimentation (or to add to the daddy population).

I've been contacted a few times by men who have been changed. It's usually from the ones who've asked me to change them themselves, and they are always grateful. Although, sometimes a guy who's been changed thanks to the whims of another has not contacted me yet, probably because they tend to get distracted by their new bodies to keep looking.

How do I do it? I need a picture/video to start with. From there, I can alter it or create a scenario around it, that will in tune come to fruition. I suppose this could classify me as a sort of magical creature with properties similar to Venomoth...

Don't laugh.

Would you like a demonstration? I can prove it, if you show me a picture (no explicit nudity please, just so I can post it lol). It can be of you or maybe one of your buddies?

Or the guy who sent you here...?

Hey there I was wondering if you could help me out. I always been too lazy and shy, I was wondering if you could help me be the confidant, driven, hardworking been in and outside of work, cocky man I’ve always wanted to be.

Shy and lazy? I feel that on such a personal level...

Luckily for you, I have just the trick. Go ahead and close your eyes, and we'll transport you somewhere...

You open up your eyes and are shocked at first to find yourself in the middle of a gym locker room, with a handful of naked musclemen standing around you. Their muscles glisten underneath the bright fluorescents of the locker room, making their musculature pop even more noticeably.

Before you can ask what's happening, you finally feel the immense weight on your entire body. You look down at yourself and hold back a loud gasp at the sheer expanse of muscle that you now possess.

Your body is now massive, looking like it should belong to a competitive bodybuilder. Everything about you was huge. Your arms were so large that they hung akimbo at your side, your biceps resting atop flaring lats. Your pecs were so heavy and cumbersome, feeling enormous and swole as they protruded far out in front of you. To act as a counterbalance, your glutes had expanded to a large degree, looking more like you were smuggling two soccer balls in your pants.

Your inspection was interrupted when you began to realize that the rest of the musclemen in the room were still staring at you, a hungry gaze int heir eyes.

On instinct, you felt yourself start to flex.

Without a thought on your side, you flexed your massive biceps, making the large muscle curl up with power, ellicitng cheers from the other men. You bounced your huge muscletits, letting the large mounds bounce up and down, jiggling with every movement.

You stayed there in the locker room, showing off your muscles for every guy who would look, a cocky smirk on your face the entire time. And you loved every second of it!

Good afternoon, I did not expect to find you here but recently there had been a lot of news on television about people who had changed both their appearance and their physique. and when asked, they were all saying something in common, this account.

and as a private detective, I want to know what exactly it does, because I don't believe that a mere page is completely capable of something like that. So I hope you don't mind if I ask you a few questions.

Of course! I'm always open to answer any questions.

And I will be happy to assist you in your investigation in any way I can.

Since I want to be a good host, may I offer you anything?

Perhaps... this cup of tea I made? I make it special with a secret ingredient.

You woke up and sat up in your bed, hearing the mattress squeak more than usual. Cocking your eyebrow, you hopped out and hurried over to your bathroom. As you ran, you felt a cumbersome weight whenever you lifted your legs and an unknown bouncing sensation coming from behind you. When you entered your bathroom and flipped on the light, you gasped at your new reflection.

Standing in the mirror before you was the hottest muscle bear you’d ever laid your eyes on. He had thick pecs that were capped with large nipples that stood at attention. Biceps bulged and rested on large lats. Thighs were thick and pressed together, supporting the weight of the massive bubblebutt that was attached to the backside. Plus, the reflection displayed a large, nine-inch cock that dangled wildly with every movement. Best of all was that every large muscle was covered in sexy body hair.

It took you a few moments to register that the reflection in the mirror really was your own. Whenever you moved, the reflection followed suit. You flexed both of your now massive, hairy biceps, grinning widely when the man in the mirror did so too.

“Holy crap!” you exclaimed, feeling so turned on by your deeper voice. You had no idea how you’d managed to get your dream body, but you figured that it was best not to question fate. You happily got ready for work, finding that your clothes had even managed to change as well to fit over your new physique. You opted for the usual button-down shirt and khakis that you wore everyday to the office, however, this time you were pleased to see that your bulk strained the fabric to bursting. Your pecs stressed the buttons of your shirt to the limit and your nipples poked noticeably against the fabric. Your large cock was clearly outlined in your pants and your bubblebutt pressed against the back so much that you wondered if it’d rip to shreds the moment you took a step.

Even when you drove to work, you were giddy with the fact that your massive biceps kept brushing up against your plump pecs the entire drive, making you rock hard.

When you got to work, everybody acted as if you’ve always been a sexy, hairy musclestud. You puff out your chest with pride and strut around the office with your head held high. When it comes time for your big presentation, you enter into the conference room that has all of the higher ups, including your immediate supervisors.

You set up your slide show and stand in front of the board room, and begin to go over your topic, loving having all eyes on you. Again, you puff out your chest with pride, loving how one of the board member’s eyes widened with want at the sight of your hard nipples creating nubs on your shirt.

“…as you can see by the data presented,” you continued, using a laser pointer to direct attention to a graph, “we can clearly indicate that I have the biggest muscletits in this damn office.” You bounced both of your massive pecs, your eyes widening with shock at the words that left your mouth.

One of the board members leaned onto the conference table, cocking his eyebrow at you. “What was that?” he asked in a low voice.

You could feel blush forming on your bearded face and you wanted to walk out of the room to compose yourself. However, your new body apparently had other ideas as you felt your hands grab at your shirt, ripping it open to expose your hairy chest. “I said that I have the biggest muscletits in this office!” you bellowed loudly. To punctuate your obscure point, you reached up and gripped both of your larger nipples and gave them a rough tug, making your cock twitch to life. As if you were witnessing a movie, you saw and heard everything you were doing, but were unable to control any of it. 

A few of the board members left the room, weirded out expressions written over their faces, however a few of them (all men) remained, displaying hunger and lust.

You felt yourself toss your shirt to the floor as you started flexing, licking your larger biceps seductively in front of your bosses. You pleaded with yourself to stop as your fingers began to fumble with the button on your pants. However those pleas were useless as you smiled and dropped your khakis to the floor, exposing your widened thighs and large bulge to the room.

“Have you ever seen a bod this sexy?” you asked the men in the room, cringing at the cocky words that you were saying. You even wiggled your hips and made your bulge in your jockstrap bounce, continuing to show off.

You were screaming internally as you felt yourself turn around, slowly bending forward to show off your bubblebutt to the small group of higher ups. Both of your beefy hands slapped down onto your larger cheeks and you wanted to run and hide when you felt them part as you flashed your tight hole to your bosses.

The men cheered and some even clapped at your impromptu show.

“Hmm, looks like it still kills inhibitions,” one of them muttered to the other.

The one to his right nodded. “Yeah, but you can’t deny that they give subjects such a fuckin’ sexy body. I say it’s worth it.”

“Yeah, we’ll be able to market this as some sort of himbo pill: big muscles, zero brains.”

You began to panic at what you heard. Somehow, you’d been a guinea pig for your bosses, testing out some new supplement that had given you your dream body, but had turned you into a major muscleslut at the same time. You cringed at the thought of yourself showing off constantly in public: flashing your hole at the grocery store, playing with your bubblebutt at the movies, tugging on your large nipples at the coffee shop. No matter what, your new body would be on display and you’d be showing off how sexy you thought it was all the time.

“Ughh!” you grunted as you came in front of the men, a large wet spot forming on your jockstrap. As soon as you caught your breath, you felt yourself drop onto all fours and wag your massive cheeks at the men. “Who wants a turn?”

One of them stood up, followed by another, and then another, and soon a line was forming…

Sometimes Mick felt a little bad about what he’d do. He would transform and mess with men every now and then, experimenting with a variety of victims. Guys who were jerks and needed to be taken down a peg, guys who were good Samaritans and deserved a reward, and some who were just minding their own business. It was the latter that was the most difficult to deal with. Still, whenever that urge to have fun rolled around, it was next to impossible to ignore it.

That just so happened to be the case as Mick relaxed in the sauna at the gym that he frequented. He had no idea who the two muscular men were who walked in after him, one in his mid-fifties while the other was in his early thirties. The way they chatted with one another made it sound like they were friends or at least work out buddies — the older one seemed to be more knowledgeable about workout plans and diets than the younger.

Mick smirked and stood up to leave the sauna, snapping his fingers as he exited the door.

— — —

Adam sat on the sauna bench, enjoying how the hot steam relaxed his tense muscles after his strenuous workout. “Damn,” he huffed, rolling his neck to the side to pop it, “that kicked the crap out of me.”

The older man, Vlad, smirked and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I told you I can whip you into shape,” he chuckled. “We’ll have you contest-ready in no time.”

Adam was interested in getting into natural bodybuilding, and after searching online, had managed to find Vlad who was a certified personal trainer. The older guy had years of experience when it came to helping others bulk up to incredible sizes, so Adam was eager to hire him. Lo and behold, it was only his first session with the guy, and he was already feeling as if his muscles were on fire.

The two men talked about workout plans, not really noticing when the other gym patron left the sauna, snapping his fingers behind him. There was an odd electric feel to the thick, steamy air that passed as soon as it had come.

Adam massaged his already sore pectoral, winded from the workout his trainer had put him through. Still, the results were promising and he found himself incredibly excited for tomorrow’s workout. He glanced over at the older man.

“So, like, what’s the workout plan for tomorrow, Daddy?” he asked in a voice that sounded like it’d shot up several octaves, sounding comical coming from his bulky body. He jerked back in confusion and cleared his throat a couple times, wondering if the steam was just messing with it and making it sound weird; but that didn’t explain the odd inflections or why he’d referred to the older man as ‘Daddy’.

Even Vlad scrunched up his face in confusion, eying the younger man up and down. “I’m gonna work those tight glutes of yours, Babe,” he grunted, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than it had earlier. The older man’s eyes widened in shock at what had left his mouth and he scratched at his chest in wonder, wincing when he felt much more hair on it than usual. 

Sure enough, when he looked down at himself, his chiseled chest was covered in dense salt-and-pepper colored hair. What shocked him the most was that his nipples had seemingly inflated, sticking out of the hairy forest by at least half and inch.

“Damn, Boy, Daddy’s nips have gotten so big for ya to suck on,” he heard himself playfully growl, blood draining from his face at his words.

Adam shot to his feet in a panic, his heart racing in his chest. “Daddy, like, what is even happening to us?” he twittered, waving his hands effeminately as he began to fret. He had no idea why he or Vlad were speaking so differently and he began to wonder if it was the steam that was affecting their brains. “Like, maybe this steam is fucking with our heads?”

The two men rushed out of the steam room and stood out in the vacant locker room, both of them panting from a mixture of the heat from the sauna and from the trepidation that filled their worried bodies.

It took them both a second to realize that in their hurry to get out of the sauna and catch their breath, they didn’t notice that they were standing uncomfortably close to one another: Vlad had his buff arm wrapped around Adam’s waist, the latter resting one of his hands on the the former’s hairier chest.

Both men took a quick step away from one another, blushing furiously. Neither of them wanted to admit that they wanted to step closer though, opting to look anywhere but at the other.

Adam took a nervous breath and readied himself to see if all the weirdness really was just due to the steam. “So, like, that was suuuuper weird,” he said, his heart falling at the words that left his mouth.

At the worried look that crossed over Adam’s features, Vlad felt an unknown protective surge inside of him, and he stepped forward and enveloped the smaller man in his arms. He was shocked by his actions, having never held another man so intimately before, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it. “Relax, Baby,” he said. “Let’s go home and figure this out.”

Adam was so focused on how much he loved to have his face shoved in the older man’s hairy chest that he didn’t register that, somehow, the two men knew that they lived together. He nodded and reluctantly pulled himself away from the older man. “Like, that sounds like a great idea, Daddy,” he muttered, pausing when he looked at the other man, staring straight ahead to only see Vlad’s clavicles. “Oh em gee! I, like, totally shrunk!”

When they’d started their workout this morning, Adam had actually been taller than Vlad by at least two inches, but now that he looked at the older man, he realized that he was now the shorter of the two. In his panic, he let his towel fall to the ground.

Vlad winced and fought the lust that ran throughout his hairy body as he stared at the naked man before him. He felt himself lick his lips hungrily as he looked at his younger companion’s bulging pecs and chiseled abs, running his gaze downward to the the two-inch nub that poked out above a set of balls that resembled cherry tomatoes.

“Oh shit,” he grunted. “Babe, please don’t panic, but I think I’m gonna have a lot more fun with your ass than your cock.”

“Like, what are you talking about?” Adam asked, cocking his eyebrow. He looked down at himself in confusion. When he saw his shrunken equipment, he let out a loud shriek of terror. “Like, what happened to my nub?!” He stomped his foot in frustration. “My nub! No, my nub! Fuck me! I don’t have a nub, I have a c-c- NUB!”

“Relax, Babe, you’re gettin’ all worked up,” Vlad said in a calm voice. “Daddy will take care of everything.”

“That’s, like, totally easy for you to say!” Adam spat, putting both of his hands on his hips as he talked. “I, like, get stuck with this puny nub, while you get a big, juicy cock!” He gestured forward at the older man.

Vlad glanced down and nearly fainted when he saw the large tent in his towel. He quickly tossed the cloth to the floor and stared wide-eyed at the foot long cock that was as large as a beer can and balls that were as big as oranges. It waved wildly in front of him and leaked precum the more he looked at the smaller (in both senses of the word) man.

“Daddy, like what happened to us?” Adam panicked, his pathetic nub throbbing with want the more he stared at the older man. “Like, why am I sooooo horny right now?”

Vlad wanted nothing more than to figure out what was wrong too so that they could fix it and return to their normal relationship as trainer and client. However, deep down, the new feelings inside of him made it so that a part of him really didn’t want to go back. “Daddy will take care of that for ya, Babe,” he cooed, walking forward and wrapping his arms around the younger stud affectionately. He bent down and began to kiss up the panicked man’s jawline.

Adam was overcome with such a surge of lust and love for the older man who he called ‘Daddy’, and before he could register what was happening, the two of them were making out in the locker room. The two men felt one another up and it wasn’t long before Vlad was on his back and Adam was bouncing on his cock, grasping both of the older man’s inflated nipples. The two of them heatedly made love in the locker room, being known as the gym’s cutest couple from then on.