Think You Could Turn Chris Evans In To A Captain America Action Figure?

Think you could turn Chris Evans in to a Captain America action figure?

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"Help! It's me! Chris!"

You can pose him in multiple different ways! Make him throw his shield (Wow!) Make him flex his large biceps (Amazing!) Make him bend over and show off his bubblebutt (Hot!)

"Please! You gotta help me! They turned me into a fuckin' doll!"

Just a reminder, this is not a doll! It's an action figure! Yes, there's totally a difference! Anyways, you can even remove his clothes and dress him up in any which way you want! Remove his shirt and look at those muscles! So lifelike!

"W-wait! Don't touch my pecs... shit, that feels so good..."

And unlike most action figures, this one isn't flat like a Ken doll! Tear away his pants and you can actually see his cock and balls--- whoa! Check it out, he looks hard! It even feels hard when you play with it!

"Mmmmmm..."

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"W-wait! You can't leave me like this! I can't just be a horny action figure forever!"

“I’m telling you, Dude,” Justin Howells vented to his workout bud as the both of them ran on the treadmills for cardio day, “his staring is getting to the point where I’m thinking about talking to the owner.” 

Justin was annoyed about how when he’d walked into the locker room because he’d forgotten his reusable water bottle, he’d spotted Dave near his stuff. It wasn’t that Dave was a bad guy or anything. The 40ish year old man had been a competitive bodybuilder back in his prime, but after years of no longer competing, he’d grown a sizable muscle gut that gave him more of a bearish appearance— and he’d made it clear that he found the fitness influencer very attractive.

Justin carried on, not only pissed that he’d been under the impression that he’d caught Dave trying to mess with his stuff (he didn’t have any proof unfortunately), but that the ex-bodybuilder was across the gym at the barbells, not even trying to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Justin as he ran.

His friend, Mike, just grunted, too focused on his run than anything.

Justin went on though, mainly so that he could clear his head of all the rage he was feeling. “And the fuckin’ weirdo tries to play it off all cool,” he huffed, feeling his meaty pecs bouncing as he continued to run shirtless. “I tried to confront him, but he shoved my water bottle at me, as if he’d known that I’d go back for it.”

“…yeah, isn’t that something…” Mike panted.

Justin rolled his eyes as he grabbed his water bottle, unscrewing the top as he ran so that he could keep his heart rate up. “No lying, man, next time that roidhead messes with me…” he trailed off and took a sip from his water bottle, the cool liquid sending an odd tingling sensation throughout the stud. He ignored it and swallowed, his mouth feeling like he’d just licked a D battery.

He noticed Dave’s smile growing larger.

“Next time, what?” Mike teased.

Justin cleared his throat and grunted. “I’m gonna…” he coughed and felt his mouth twitch and his tongue seemingly move on its own, “…suck his cock.”

He paled at the words that left his mouth, having had absolutely zero intention of saying anything even remotely close to that. He’d wanted to say that he’d kick his ass.

Mike flinched and cocked his eyebrow. “Huh?” he asked, slowing down the smallest bit.

Justin Howells shook his head and cleared his throat again, even rubbing at it with a muscled hand. “Um,” he stammered, “I said that I was gonna… suck his big cock so hard until he shoots his fat load down my throat!”

The stud nearly fell off the treadmill in shock and horror. Not only had his mouth seemingly forced those strange words out by itself, but he even shouted it out loud, garnering the attention of a couple of other gym goers who gave him weirded out looks.

“Keep it down!” Mike hissed. “You can’t be joking like that so loudly. People are gonna think you and Dave are some kinda thing.”

Justin struggled to regain his footing, his heart racing in his bare chest. He locked eyes with Dave, who was red in the face as he tried to stifle a laugh. However, the second their eyes met, Justin winced internally as he felt a stirring in his cock.

Dave gave the mortified stud a knowing wink as he performed bicep curls, his massive, hairy muscles bulging with power. He then stood up and began to waddle back towards the locker room, his broad back swaying to and fro.

At the sight of such masculine power, Justin’s cock started to plump up. “Wh-what the fuck… is wrong with my slutty body?” he hissed to himself. He frantically looked around the gym, wanting to wail out as he noticed that the stirring in his loins calmed down whenever he looked at anyone else in the gym, but the second his eyes landed on the older bodybuilder, his cock twitched excitedly and he felt himself flex his asscheeks.

“Justin, you okay?” Mike asked as he looked at the other man’s pale face.

Justin turned to his friend, desperately wanting to tell him that something was horribly wrong— that he couldn’t control his words and that he was getting hard just by looking at Dave. Unfortunately, when Justin opened up his mouth, his mortified ears heard himself say, “I’ll be even better as soon as that muscle daddy fucks my tight hole.”

He didn’t wait for a confused response from Mike. Instead, Justin hopped off the treadmill and stomped his way over towards Dave, his hard cock tenting out the front of his shorts. He knew that something was wrong and based on the knowing look that’d been on Dave’s gruff, handsome, chiseled, stubble-covered face, Dave knew what it was. He rushed into the locker room and stopped right in front of the older bodybuilder and tried to lean over him in a threatening way,  but his his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of the older man’s hairy pecs barely covered by his tank top ruined it.

Dave just smirked back at the red-faced man. “Can I help you, Bud?” he asked in his baritone-filled voice.

At the sound of the deep, manly bass emanating from the bodybuilder’s plump form, Justin felt his cock twitch and start to leak pre-cum. “Your sexy ass better tell me what you did to me,” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down and wincing when he’d outwardly referred to the man as ‘sexy’.

Dave tried to look innocent, but the chuckle that escaped his full lips gave him away. “What do you mean?” he asked. “And you really find me sexy?”

Justin wanted so desperately to lash out at the older man, to demand that he fix whatever the hell was happening to him. His body, however, had other plans.

“You better shove that thick cock up my ass right now!” he barked, his eyes widening at the gay words that left his lips. Straining, he tried again, even clenching his jaw as he struggled to control his own words. “Wh-what… what the fuck d-did… did you do… me… Do me, Daddy!” He stomped his foot in frustration.

“Yeah, maybe later,” Dave winked, making the other man shudder. “First, I’m gonna let you suffer for a bit— I’ve always heard every time you’d talked shit about me in the gym. Well now, I think you’ll find it hard to say anything negative about me at all from now on.”

Justin paled at what Dave had admitted. He had no idea how, but somehow the muscle gut-having bodybuilder had cursed him, forcing him to constantly vocalize his need for the man’s cock, making him sound like some perpetually horny slut. He imagined himself at work or even the grocery store, unable to say anything besides how badly he wanted a man’s huge, veiny cock in his mouth or ass. Worse was that he couldn’t take his eyes off of Dave’s hairy muscles, his own cock painfully hard now.

“You gotta fix this, Daddy!” he begged, even bringing his hands in front of himself. “Please, fuck me in the mouth and let me swallow your cum.” He coughed and tried again. “Let me be your little muscleslut! N-no, fuck my tight hole… lemme suck those muscletits…” He trailed off, starting to feel hopeless. 

Dave stood up and started to head out of the locker room. “I’ll fuck you after my workout,” he promised. “In the meantime, why don’t you go out on the floor and finish what you were doing.”

Justin’s heart raced, but he found his legs moving on their own accord as he strutted back out onto the gym floor.

Mike found him and hurried over. “You alright?” he asked, concerned for his friend. “You rushed off so quickly, I thought you’d gotten sick.”

Justin could feel it bubbling up in his throat. He pleaded with himself to stay quiet, but his mouth started to move all without his say so.

“I’m great, Stud,” he chirped. “I just had to admire Dave’s huge, sexy muscles. They’re so big and manly, especially his massive cock. After my workout I’m gonna let him wreck my tight hole, and then I’m gonna suck him off and ask him to tug on my nips…” The words just kept pouring out of the humiliated stud, and Dave couldn’t help but smirk as he overheard.

Kevin Wolter strutted into the gym locker room, his chiseled chest puffed out and his head held high. Just as he’d hoped, he spotted Chase and Evan in there, the both of them changing into their gym clothes. The bodybuilder couldn’t fight the smirk that formed on his face as he thought over the sweet, sweet revenge that he had planned for the two jerks who frequently strutted around the gym, behaving as if they were better than everyone else there. It was annoying and about time they received their comeuppance.

Kevin, being larger than the other two men, sauntered over to the bench where they sat. “Hey guys,” he cheered in a fake voice.

Evan just grunted and Chase didn’t even bother to acknowledge him.

“Hey, did either of you lose this the other day?” Kevin asked, using a ploy to get the two studs to stare at the ring that he wore. 

As soon as Chase and Evan made eye contact with the ring, Kevin began to methodically twist his wrist to make the colors on it swirl hypnotically. The two studs quickly went slack-jawed as they stared into the kaleidoscope of color they saw, lost in a trance just as Kevin had been promised when he’d purchased the ring from that mysterious market.

“You two are now under my command,” he said in his deep, bellowing voice.

“We are now under your command,” Evan and Chase repeated monotonously.

The large bodybuilder couldn’t help but get all giddy as he realized that the two pests were now completely under his control. He could do whatever he wanted to them, and he knew just how to take down the peacocking studs. “Chase and Evan, the two of you now find me completely irresistible and will follow every order I give you. And because you’ve gotten on my nerves a lot in the past, you will be painfully aware of everything you do.”

With that, Kevin snapped his fingers and quickly shoved the ring back into his pocket.

Chase and Evan snapped out of their trance and shook their heads in confusion, unsure what had just happened.

“Man, I got dizzy all of a sudden,” Evan mumbled to his friend.

He and Chase looked at each other in confusion before glancing towards Kevin. As soon as their eyes landed on the bodybuilder’s large, muscled form, they widened. Kevin relished in the lustful stares in the straight guys’ eyes. Their jaws dropped and Chase had the decency to cover his hardening cock with his hands while Evan let his own eight inches tent his gym shorts.

“Like what you see?” Kevin teased the confused and turned on men.

Evan’s hard cock twitched, but he shook his head, desperate to ignore the newfound feelings that washed over him.

Kevin mocked frowned as he made a tsking motion with his finger. “Don’t lie to me,” he ordered.

“I think you’re so fucking hot!” Evan blurted, his eyes going wide at the words that left his mouth. “I want to worship your large, sexy muscles so badly!” He was shocked at what he was saying, but due to Kevin’s orders, he couldn’t help but say what was on his mind.

Kevin flexed a massive bicep in front of the other man, making his cock twitch and leave a wet mark in front of his shorts. “Then worship these big muscles,” he ordered.

Evan was horrified to feel his own body lurching forward without any thought on his end. Without any control over his own actions, he began to run admiring hands all over Kevin’s massive muscles, moaning as his fingers brushed up against every curvature of the bodybuilder’s physique. He even shoved his face into the muscle man’s musky pits, screaming at himself as he took in a big whiff and even lapped at the salty sweat with his tongue.

Chase stared in a mixture of horror and horniness as he watched his friend feel up the bodybuilder. “Wh-what are you making him do?” he stuttered, knowing that something had to be up due to the feelings of lust that washed over him in waves at the sight go another man. His own cock was throbbing with want the more he looked at Kevin.

Kevin just winked at him. “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “Just play with your hole while you beg for my cock, Little Man.”

Chase scoffed, but couldn’t stop his arms from moving on their own. He was mortified to feel himself tugging down his shorts and jockstrap, shoving several fingers up his tight hole. He began to moan wildly like a bitch in heat as he fingered himself. “Ooh,” he moaned, “fuck me, Sir, please!”

Evan continued to feel up Kevin’s huge muscles, screaming at himself to stop. However, he couldn’t prevent his own moans from echoing out in the locker room as his mouth latched onto Kevin’s protruding nipple.

“Please!” Chase continued to beg, red in the face with embarrassment as he now had four fingers up his tight hole. “Please fuck me with your massive cock, Sir!”

Kevin continued to smirk at the sight before him. He knew that he now owned Chase and Evan, and there was no way a day would pass by where he wouldn’t force the studs to debase themselves on command. Ideas ran wildly through his head: He could make them parade around the gym naked, make them suck off every patron, make them fuck one another in the middle of the gym floor.

The possibilities were endless.

Evan couldn’t stop worshipping Kevin’s huge muscles, already blowing his load twice into his gym shorts as he ran his tongue up and down the chiseled chest muscles. Chase by now was shrieking as he begged for Kevin to fuck him, his cries sounding out onto the gym floor, making a few of the other gym goers pause their work outs in confusion.

All the while, Kevin continued to smirk at his new pets, mischievous ideas forming in his head.

“Thanks for squeezing me in so soon, Doc,” Viktor said as he entered the small room at the hospital. He was clad in just a blue and white hospital gown, and he kept a tight hold on the back, trying to preserve his dignity and not show his ass to every other patient.

“It’s no problem,” the doctor grinned as he ran a beefy hand through his salt and pepper hair. He grabbed his clipboard and looked over it, silently reading the notes that the nurse had scribbled down. “So you’ve been experiencing some pain after a wrestling match?”

Viktor nodded, turning a little red in the face. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I think I might’ve pulled a muscle in my… in my…” He was too embarrassed to say it and just gestured at his backside.

“In your glutes?” the doctor finished for him.

He quietly nodded.

The doctor paused for a second, a devious gleam in his blue eyes. “You know, there’s actually this topical cream that I can administer,” he offered, an excited quality to his voice as his eyes ran up and down Viktor’s wrestler muscles. “It is experimental, so I will have to apply it myself.”

Viktor bit down on his lip in thought for a moment. There was no way he wanted some man to rub some special cream into his ass; but he really needed to get over this soreness so that he wouldn’t be at risk of losing his wrestling scholarship. Plus, he figured that the doctor was a medical professional, so nothing bad would happen.

“Fine,” he finally agreed.

“Great!” the doctor beamed, patting the examining bed/table that was in the room. “Go ahead and lie prone right here, and expose your glutes.”

The stud’s blush grew darker as he followed the doctor’s directions, lying down on his stomach. Very slowly, he released his tight grip that was on the back of the gown, letting the flaps fall to side, completely exposing his firm ass to the older man. He heard the pulling of a drawer and the snapping of gloves before a cool goop was squirted onto his bare cheeks.

He flinched at the cold, his blush getting even redder until he was certain he looked like a cherry. “Sorry, just a little weird…” he admitted, not into the idea of a man touching his ass at all.

The doctor gave a low chuckle. “Relax, Viktor,” he hummed. “I’m going to rub this cream in and you may feel a… pleasant sensation.”

Pleasant sensation? Viktor scrunched up his face in confusion at the choice of words that the older man had chosen. He shook it from his mind and forced himself to relax by staring at the poster of the muscular system that was on the wall.

The doctor’s large hands clamped down on Viktor’s tender cheeks, kneading them as he rubbed the ointment in.

Instantly, the cool viscous fluid started to warm up and leave a tingling sensation on Viktor’s skin. The stud had gotten plenty of massages before, but never on his ass, and never any that felt this good. The doctor hadn’t been lying when he’d said that he’d feel a pleasant sensation. Not only was the soreness and pain instantly gone, but the warm, tingling feeling from the medication was nothing like he’d ever felt before. And the rough, beefy hands of the older man seemed to make it even better.

“How’s that feel, Viktor?” the doctor asked.

The jock opened his mouth to say that it was good, but all that came out was, “Ooohhh.” 

His eyes popped open at the low moan that’d escaped his lips and he wanted to bolt out of the room, but the tingling on his ass only intensified and he suddenly began to crave more.

“Thought so,” the doctor chuckled. “Told ya it’d feel good. It’s gonna get even better.”

Viktor flinched when he felt more of the ointment being applied to his skin, and as soon as the doctor began to rub it in, he was spasming. The beefy hands and the ointment were shooting signals straight to his cock which immediately hardened under him, being squeezed between the exam table and his chiseled abs. The horny jock unconsciously flexed his asscheeks, desperate to feel more.

The doctor gave a sinister laugh. “Enjoying ourself, are we?” he teased, giving the jock’s ass a playful smack.

“OOhh!” Viktor squealed at the rough spanking he’d received. Not only did his rock hard cock start to leak pre-cum, but he felt a momentary stab of fear when he felt his ass ripple more than it should have. It was a fleeting thought though as his hormones went into over drive as his ass was massaged by the doctor. He started squirming uncontrollably on the table and bucking his hips, trying to shove his cheeks into the doctors hold even more.

“Eager, huh?” the older man asked. “Well, it’s all rubbed in, so maybe it’ll be okay if I do this…”

“OOOHHoooohhHH!” Viktor squealed at the top of his lungs from the insane amount of pleasure that burst inside of him as the doctor’s tongue lapped at his tight hole. He was seeing stars as the doctor hungrily tongued his hole while simultaneously squeezing his jiggling cheeks. All coherent thought was lost as the addled jock bucked wildly on the exam table, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his cock leaking like a faucet. “Don’t stop! D-don’t stop!”

The doctor shoved his face even further into the jock’s ass, his trimmed beard prickling against Viktor’s hole. The dual sensations sent the jock into overdrive and it didn’t take long before he moaned loudly as his untouched cock blew what felt like the largest load of his life.

Viktor collapsed onto the table, panting as he tried to catch his breath. His sticky cum was plastered against his chest and his ass cheeks still tingled from where the doctor had touched them.

“I think you’re on the road to recovery,” the doctor said as he straightened up. “You do need to schedule another appointment though. And soon.”

Viktor, his confused head swarming with questions, just numbly nodded. He peeled himself off the cum-covered exam table and stood up, feeling like something was off. He couldn’t pinpoint it until he took a step forward and felt an unfamiliar shift behind him. He looked over his shoulder and nearly cried out in shock.

“What happened to my ass?!” he panicked, his eyes going wide at the pumpkin-sized cheeks that had replaced his formerly toned butt. They were perfectly round and jiggled with every step he took, making his spent cock stir slightly. There was no way he’d be able to conceal the massive cheeks in any of his clothes, and they were so big that he couldn’t even hide them with the hospital gown.

The doctor walked up to him and nodded with satisfaction as he took in the sight. “Oh right,” he muttered, “side effects include some minor swelling.”

“Minor!?” Viktor roared, turning around and waving his rotund cheeks in the older man’s direction. “This isn’t minor! Fix it!”

The doctor shook his head. “I’m confused, Viktor,” he mused. “I thought you came in here for pain. And as I recall, you no longer feel any pain in your glutes, right?” 

He leaned forward and gave the bottom heavy jock another playful swat on his bare cheeks, making them bounce like crazy. At the feeling of his inflated, sensitive ass being spanked, Viktor instantly came again and was left in a hazy bliss as the globes still rippled.

“See? Nothing but a pleasant sensation.”

You want to be turned into a beefy musky himbo? 

Hmm, this is the first time I’m getting a willing participant to be TF’d, so let’s see how it goes…

Success!

You woke up one morning and waddled into your bathroom, shocked to see a completely different refection staring back at you in the mirror. Where a little, skinny twink should have been was instead a total stud. Muscle upon muscle and a killer smile stared back. You couldn’t help but flex both of your massive arms, marveling at the sheer size of your biceps which inflated with power.

Your pits reeked with musk, but the more you sniffed at the manly smell, the harder you felt.

“Nice!” you chuckled in your deep voice, which sounded a little slower than normal. You shrugged it off and lumbered down the hall, eager to show off your new body to all who were willing to take it in.

You exited your apartment and basked in the numerous jaws that dropped from the many spectators who stared at your body. You couldn’t fight the cocky smirk that formed on your face and again, you flexed your massive muscles to show off to the smaller guys.

“Dude!” your downstairs neighbor, a classmate in one of your college courses, hissed rushing towards you. “What the hell are you doing?!”

You’d always thought that he was cute. He was on the soccer team, but thanks to your growth, you now beat him in both height and muscle mass. Plus, the more you flexed, the more that stench from your manly musk penetrated your nostrils, turning you on even more. It was all you could do to stare at your hot neighbor as he ran towards you, and you began to imagine how hot it would be for him to run his hands all over your muscles.

“Showin’ off my bod, Bruh!” you responded, finding your new speech pattern a little odd. You’d never spoken in such a slow register or referred to someone as ‘Bruh’ before, but you realized that you couldn’t seem to concentrate on it with such a hot stud near you.

“Showing off a little too much!” your neighbor pointed out, gesturing towards your lower half.

Confused, you cocked your eyebrow and looked down at your waist, gasping as you noticed that you were completely naked with your hard cock out for all to see. You couldn’t believe that in your excitement, you’d rushed out of your place with no clothes on… 

In fact, the more you tried to think about it, the more an unsettling feeling started to sink in. It was so hard to concentrate on a single thought. All that filtered through your mind was how hot the man next to you was and how badly you wanted his cock. Your thoughts were painfully slow, and try as you might, you struggled to even think about where you worked or even what classes you were taking at the university.

The blood drained from your face the more you realized how your wish to become a himbo had affected you. You were now a dumb muscle whore, reeking of manly musk and too slow to think about anything beside flexing for other men and getting your ass pounded by cock after cock.

Speaking of which, your hard cock twitched with want the more you stared at your neighbor who tried to lead you back into your apartment to shield your naked form from prying eyes.

“Wanna fuck?” you asked in your slow voice as you waddled inside, your hard cock bobbing in front of you with every step.

I hope that you enjoy your new life as a himbo. You might not be able to do much else beside lift and fuck, but at least you got a killer bod out of it.

“Man, these supplements you gave me suck!” bodybuilder Antoine Valliant growled as he examined himself in the posing mirror. “Where did you say you got these?”

You shrugged your thinner shoulders. “I bought them off some guy who swore up and down by them,” you lied. “He said that in just three days’ time, you’d be shredded like crazy.” You’d been working as Antoine’s personal assistant for the past two months and had really gained the trust of the muscle man, going so far as to convince him to try these new pills that you’d ordered online.

And they were clearly working.

You fought hard to hide your mischievous grin as the bodybuilder frowned as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. His body hair had increased, growing back in a short matter of hours. He’d shaved his chest just this morning, not that anyone could tell. Already his pecs and stomach were matted with thick, dark fur. That was the least of his concerns though since instead of cutting like he’d wanted, Antoine was horrified to find himself beefing up. In a short three days, the stud had packed on nearly thirty pounds of muscle and fat, giving him a really beefy and hairy look. His gut protruded much more than he liked and his thighs pressed together, shoving his large cock out in front of him as it struggled to be contained in his tiny posers. Even his pecs had rounded out and jutted away further from his hairy chest. The bodybuilder gave it a tentative poke, his frown deep on his face. None of his clothes fit him anymore, leaving him to just wearing his posers and sweats, which looked plastered over his inflated form.

“I’m sure it’s just left over water weight,” you offered, incredibly turned on. You held out another pill. “Speaking of which, time for today’s dose. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Antoine huffed in defeat and took the pill, swallowing it in one gulp.

[The next day]

You walked into Antoine’s apartment, setting your tablet down on the counter. As per your usual routine, you fixed a pot of coffee and helped yourself to a cup, mixing in some sugar. “Mr. Valliant!” you called out, taking a sip of the coffee which tasted a little bit more bitter than normal. “I’m here! How’re you feeling today?”

There was a low groan and the floorboards squeaked as the massive muscle man made his way over to the living room where you were. Once he made it, your jaw dropped at the sight of the large musclebear that the bodybuilder had become. 

Antoine was massive, weighing at least sixty more pounds, most of it centered on his beefy chest. His musclegut stood out proudly and his fuzzy pecs rested on top of it. Even his arms had packed on so much meat that they hung akimbo at his sides. His beard had filled in and he glared at you at you took in the sight of the bear.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” he accused, trying to cross his arms threateningly in front of him, but his pecs were so big that they kept pushing his biceps away.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. Your façade cracked when you heard a loud rip and felt a rush of cool air on your ass cheeks. “What the—?”

You looked over your shoulder and felt the blood drain from your face as you watched your ass inflate before your very own eyes, tripling in size and jutting away to form a perfect shelf from your lower back. Before you could say anything more, the rest of your clothes ripped away from your inflating form. You were stunned silent as you witnessed your small pecs bulge and push away from your chest, resting on top of a protruding gut that rounded out away from you. Your arms packed on weight and you felt their cumbersome weight as your beefy hands itched at your skin which started to sprout dark, coarse hair all over. You couldn’t exactly see it, but you saw your blurred reflection in the TV and nearly passed out as you watched your seven inch cock twitch and pull in, stopping at a tiny, embarrassing two inches. It was practically invisible as it hid underneath your new musclegut which was hard to the touch and stuck straight out.

Antoine waddled over to you, dwarfing you completely, in height, muscle, and musclegut size. And especially cock size.

“Wh-what did you do?!” you shouted as your shaky hands ran over your bulky, hairy body.

“It’s only fair,” Antoine grunted as he reached out and caressed your inflated asscheeks. At the touch of the larger man’s beefy hand on your globes, a shiver rippled through your larger body and your little nub throbbed with want.

“Uuhhh,” you moaned uncontrollably. You had no idea what was happening, but the surge of pleasure and want that washed over you was overwhelming, and before you could even register what was happening, you dropped to your knees and hungrily began to suck Antoine’s huge cock. You winced when you felt your inflated asscheeks press against your beefy legs, but ignored it as you desperately ran your tongue all over the hard cock in your face.

Antoine chuckled as he looked down at you. “You got cocky,” he grunted, grabbing both side of your head with his beefy hands as he began to thrust his hips and mouth fuck you. His musclegut would brush up against your forehead every so often, turning you on all the more. “And now you get to pay the consequences. From now on, you’re my little cub, made exclusively for me to fuck. Got it?”

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned, swallowing the large load of cum from the beefy musclebear. Nothing sounded better to you. Well… there was one thing.

You finished swallowing and immediately turned around, presenting your inflated ass to the musclebear on all fours.

“Pl-please,” you begged.

Musclebear Antoine smirked and waddled closer to his new cub.