Part 1

Part 1

It had been about a week since that fateful day when Vincent De Haître’s ass had somehow inflated to epic proportions. The former cyclist now cringed whenever he had to go out in public, unable to wear anything over his expansive rear except for the tightest spandex bottoms, which sill strained to bursting to cover up his massive cheeks. 

Vince always looked like he was trailing two beachballs behind him. His inflated ass jutted away from his lower back, looking like a shelf one could rest a wineglass on, and it jiggled like crazy whenever he waddled around. 

The bottom-heavy stud knew that his career as a cyclist was now over, and he was starting to feel defeated as he hid away in his house when his manager called him with a proposition.

“Porn?” Vince had gasped when he’d heard what his manager had had in mind. “No fuckin’ way.”

“You already had an OnlyFans, what’s the difference?” his manager had countered. “Besides, there’s a growing audience for bubblebutt bottoms.”

Vince was hesitant at first. He wasn’t gay and the thought of another man fucking him made him feel little queasy. However, he knew that it was going to be close to impossible to find any other sort of job with his new butt. Taking a defeated look at the massive cheeks, he finally agreed.

Fortunately for the bottom-heavy stud, it didn’t take long for Vince to settle into his role as a bottom for gay porn. He always had the stipulation that his face was obscured so that no one could ever know that the former cyclist had fallen so far. The company he filmed for even allowed him to film the videos himself, letting him use his phone so that he could upload the videos himself or send it to them for editing. Plus, to make the transition easier, Vince was surprised to see that his videos were wildly popular, with many of the viewers commenting on how hot his new massive ass was. It filled Vince with a sense of bittersweet pride: he was still miffed over the loss of his old life, but was a little relieved that there was still a way for him to maintain some semblance of glory.

The next week, Vince was filming another video that had him bent over the kitchen counter and getting pounded by an incredibly hung bodybuilder. The muscle man’s thick ebony muscles glistened underneath the fluorescents due to the oil that he’d covered himself with. With a ski mask over his face, Vince strained his lean arms as his massive cheeks jiggled from the pounding they were receiving. Due to time constraints, Vince had to live stream this video; and from his vantage point, he could see all the comments filing in on the phone, letting him know that he had hundreds of guys jacking off to him at this very moment.

“Mmm,” the bodybuilder hummed, “I can’t believe I get to fuck this giant ass, finally.”

“Been watching my stuff for a while, Stud?” Vince said through gritted teeth. The cock in his ass was much larger than any of the others he’d ever taken, making it a little hard for him to ease into it.

The muscle man grunted and placed both of his beefy hands on Vince’s trim waist. “Been paying close attention ever since you won Gold in Bolivia,” the man commented, a smirk detectable in his deep voice.

Vince felt the blood drain from his face at the horrifying realization that this man knew who he was and could potentially blow his cover. “Wh-what are you talking about?” Vince panted, wincing as the other man picked up speed.

“Relax, Vincent,” the bodybuilder laughed, condescendingly running a beefy hand along the shocked stud’s back, “I gave you those nice cheeks, so it’s only natural that I get to enjoy them.”

“What?!” Vince nearly shouted, straightened up and looking over this shoulder to stare down the grinning muscle man. “You did this to me?!” He gestured at the two large globes affixed to him.

“Surprised?” the man purred.

There was a terrifying tingling sensation, and Vince’s eyes bulged out of his skull as his already-giant ass began to inflate even more. It lifted out and rounded even more than previously thought possible. The bodybuilder even had to shuffle his feet backwards a little in order to make room for the growing cheeks. Vince’s stomach dropped as they just kept going and going. If his spandex bottoms were tight before, there was absolutely no way they’d manage to fit over his new ass now. Eventually the tingling finished, making it look like Vince’s ass had gone from basketballs to full on beach balls, comically huge on his toned body.

Vince looked up at the bodybuilder with pleading eyes, opening his mouth to beg for him to change him back. However, instead all that came out was a low moan. 

“Ooohhh,” Vince moaned hungrily, curling his toes as he was instantly hit with such a surge of lust that he nearly swooned. His ass felt like it was electrified and the massive cock that was still inside of it was feeding it more power.

The muscle man kept smirking and resumed thrusting his hips, making the bottom stud roll his eyes back and continue moaning like a bitch in heat.

“How’s this for a trick?” the bodybuilder asked. “Now you’ll never be able to get off ever again unless you have another man’s cock up that giant ass of yours… and it’s being streamed for all to see.” He then reached over and snatched the mask off of Vince’s head, exposing his moaning face for all to see.

Even more comments filtered across the screen as people were shocked to see that the stud with the incredibly giant ass was none other than Vincent De Haître.

Vince felt a stab of humiliation over what his life had become. Now he knew that he had no other choice but to become a gay porn star. His ass was so massive that he doubted that he’d even be able to leave his house without being cited for indecency due to not being able to cover it. And he knew he was developing a deep-seeded hunger for cock up his ass. He wanted to yell at the bodybuilder for what he’d done to him, to beg him to return his ass to its regular size.

His massive ass cheeks continued to ripple, the shaking sending thunderous pleasure waves straight to his cock. Vince felt himself tense up and he couldn’t stop the loud moan from escaping his lips as he came on camera for all to see.

“OOohhh!” Vince nearly shrieked, his cum splashing all over the kitchen counter. As he spasmed, his hyperbolic bubblebutt bounced and shook, demanding complete attention from all of his viewers.

You were excited to be on a date with this really cute guy you’d met online. He was a baby-faced lanky guy and had really cute dimples which appeared every time he smiled your way. The two of you had seemed to be hitting it off, chatting away at the restaurant where you’d met up. Towards the end of the date, you’d started to consider inviting him back to your place for the night.

Putting on your best smile, you decided to take your shot. “So,” you grinned, “wanna watch a movie at my place?”

Your date smiled gently and fidgeted in his seat a little. “Um,” he began, “look, you’re really nice and all, but I kinda prefer older guys.”

You cocked your eyebrow, a little confused by what he was saying. You worked out frequently and took great care of your body, your large muscles straining against your clothes. You had a killer smirk and thick black hair that lots of guys admired, so you weren’t exactly used to being shot down. “But I am older than you,” you pointed out.

Your date shrugged his thin shoulders. “Yeah, but by only one year,” he countered.

You laughed and shook your head, not wanting to go back to your apartment alone for the night. “Just gimme a shot,” you offered. “I’m sure I can win you over.”

Your date pursed his lips in thought before smiling to himself. With a flick of his wrist, he nodded. “Yeah, I guess we can see about that,” he grinned widely, running his eyes up and down your form.

There was an electric tingling in the air and the tiny hairs on your arms stood up for a brief moment. As quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared, so you shook it off.

The two of you continued with smalltalk as you waited for the waiter to bring you the bill. You couldn’t help but notice that there was a little deeper quality to your voice, like it was a little rougher than usual. No matter how many times you cleared your throat, it stayed like that. Plus, your shirt felt really tight and you were certain that if you took in a deep breath, some of the buttons would’ve burst.

“Here you guys go,” the waiter said as he set the bill down onto the table. He straightened up and looked between you and your smiling date. “You know, I think it’s really cute that you took your son out for dinner.” With that, he walked away.

“Son?”  you almost laughed incredulously before turning to your date. “See? I guess he can see the little age difference between us…”

Your deeper voice trailed off as you reached for the bill, your eyes widening at the sight of your hand. You brought it closer to your face, turning it around as you examined the withered skin that was a lot more calloused and wrinkled than normal.

“What the fuck?” you gasped, flinching when the top button of your shirt finally popped off and shot across the table towards your date who was smiling devilishly.

Without another word, you shot out of your seat and hurried over to the bathroom, noting how your pants even felt tighter as you moved. Once you made it, you rushed over to the mirror, your stomach dropping at the refection staring back at you.

Gone was the youthful, twenty-two year old jock, and in his place was a muscled up daddy who had to have been in his fifties or even sixties. Your black hair was gray and even the dark stubble along your chin had turned into a bright white. With shaky hands, your ran your fingers over the much larger muscles which bulged dangerously against your clothes which looked like they were about to burst at any moment. Your pecs were a lot fuller and your biceps curled to epic proportions at the slightest movement. Although it looked like you’d miraculously aged an extra thirty or forty years, you also appeared to have packed on some serious muscle.

The bathroom door opened and your date sauntered in, his eyes hungrily running up and down your older form. “Hey there, Daddy,” he smirked. “You ran off so quickly, I came to make sure you were okay.”

“Wh-what happened to me?” you panicked, your heart racing in your buff chest. You couldn’t look away from your reflection, forced to stare at the muscled, silver daddy you’d been turned into. You barely recognized yourself— there was no way your friends or even college professors would remember you at all. You were no longer the partying jock, you were now a much older DILF.

You date approached and ran an admiring hand over your larger pecs, toying with the hard nipple that poked through the thin fabric, sending electric shocks straight to your cock. Despite your fear, you felt so incredibly turned on as the younger man felt you up.

“I told you I was into older men,” your date responded. “I figured this way, we can enjoy the rest of our night together. What do you say, Daddy?”

A small part of you wanted to lash out at the years that been stolen away from you, but the longer you stared at the large outline of your hard cock that pressed against your jeans, the more turned on you felt. You couldn’t help but flex both of your bigger arms, relishing in the ripping sounds from your tight sleeves.

Despite everything, you felt yourself grin. “Fuck yeah,” you playfully growled, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard, Boy.”

Superman & Lois might be ending, but Tyler is taking this as an opportunity to explore a career in bodybuilder. I 100% support him!

Here, drink this vial and then go to bed, and in the morning, you’ll be a completely different person…

You started to come to after what felt like a few short seconds. It was an odd sensation that you were hit with at first: a sort of weightlessness, akin to being blackout drunk. You tried to blink a couple of times to clear your blurry vision, but it didn’t work. All you saw was a fuzzy darkness, like your eyes were covered by a blanket.

You made a move to remove the cloth from before your eyes, except you couldn’t move at all. Fear began to wash over you as you struggled to move a muscle, but you were paralyzed in place. You couldn’t even feel your arms, making you wonder if you even had any. You attempted to open your mouth to call out for help, but no movement occurred and you were left silent.

You began to panic as you felt trapped in this obscure prison where you could barely see or move. You began to register an odd sensation of being stuffed, like you were stretched to the limit. It felt strangely comforting and almost sexual in a way, turning you on as you felt as if your skin was being pulled taut due to some large object being pressed against you.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this thing must be magic because I keep getting hard every time I wear it,” you heard a deep, manly voice say from close by — practically next to you.

There was movement detectable, like something was twitching as it pressed hard against you. 

“Lemme see,” another man’s voice came out.

In a flash, the cloth from before your eyes was removed. It took a second for your sight to adjust to the light in the room, and you wanted to scream out in agony as you realized what had happened to you.

You stared in the mirror in some sort of gym locker room, seeing nothing but a shiny blue thong that was stretched to the limit around a man’s massive cock. It all dawned on you, and you began to register every strange sensation that you’d felt earlier. The back of you was wedged tight between a pair of muscular ass cheeks. You even felt your wearer’s hole pressed against you, and it puckered as he reached down and rubbed a beefy hand across your blue face, toying with his hard cock. His cock stretched you to the limit and precum was dripping into you, filling you with an unwanted feeling of lust.

You panicked and frantically told yourself that you were dreaming, that there was no way you could be a thong that was wrapped around some stud’s massive cock. But no matter what, his hard cock was thrusted against you and you loved every second of it. And you were so turned on by his ass that swallowed you, so big that you could only dream of ever covering it.

“You’re such a slut,” the other man laughed.

Your owner blushed as he kept grabbing at himself over you. “I can’t help it, Dude,” he moaned. “Every time I wear these, I j-just get so fuckin’ turned on.”

Despite the horror you initially felt, your internal wiring reworked itself to lust over your owner. He was so sexy with his gym-built physique and massive, veiny cock that always stretched you to bursting. You loved it whenever he wore you, and even more when he came inside you.

As if on command, your owner spasmed and shot a large load into you. “Ughhh!” he moaned loudly as he came, having to rest one of his hands on the mirror as he tried to catch his breath.

“Damn, that was quick,” his friend laughed.

“I don’t know what came over me there,” your owner panted, his face beet red.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how hot that was and how much you loved to be covered in your owner’s cum which coated you. You began to long for more and desperately thought of him cumming all over again—

“Uuughh!” you owner spasmed a second time, shooting another load into you.

You paused in thought, a light at the end of the tunnel appearing. There was no way, right? Well, you were already a thong, so it is possible.

Cum, you mentally commanded.

On cue, your owner tensed up his muscles and shrieked in pleasure as his large cock leapt and unleashed a third load into you, completely drenching you.

You were filled with mischievous pleasure as it dawned on you that although you were your owner’s thong, you were in control of his cock from now on. Maybe things were truly better off this way. And you’re also a pretty shade of blue to match those eyes you used to have.

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.

Nick puffed out his muscled chest as he sauntered into the hospital where he worked. The buttons on his shirt strained to bursting to contain his chiseled pecs and some chest hair curled over the opening. The doctor oozed masculinity, and the cocky smirk on his handsome face let everybody know that he was well-aware of it.

“Hello, Dr. Jones, how are you this morning?” one of the interns, Mike, asked, his hazel eyes running up and down the stud’s muscled body.

“Goin’ great,” Nick smiled, playfully flexing a bicep in front of the smaller man, enjoying the way his eyes widened at the sight of the manly muscle. “I was thinking about taking a break around 1300, if you’d like to join me?”

The intern nodded eagerly. “O-of course,” he stuttered, pink blush forming on his youthful face.

Nick winked at the smaller man as he continued down the hall towards his office. The doctor loved his life: the prestigious job, the people who lusted after him, the money his work gave him, and best of all: his muscled, hairy body. There was a long mirror affixed to the back of his office door, and as soon as he was sure he was alone, Nick peeled off his skintight shirt to admire his reflection.

“Fuck yeah,” he smirked as he bounced his hairy pecs a little, loving how the thick mounds of muscle jutted off his chest. He felt turned on by how his waist pinched inwards before going back outwards at his bubblebutt. And his cock, holy shit, he loved how his nine inch cock tented his gym shorts every time he went to work out at the gym. “I’m so fuckin’ hot.”

There was a knock at the door and once Nick glanced at the time on his phone, he knew who it was. He fought hard not to laugh.

“Come in,” he chuckled.

The office door swung open and the chubby grad student stomped his feet as he entered the office. He narrowed his eyes at the shirtless hunk, hatred written all over his form. As he stomped, Nick couldn’t help but notice how the guy’s gut jiggled with every footstep.

“Damn,” Nick whistled, looking at the red-faced student, “was my gut really that big?” To emphasize the size difference between them, Nick flexed his fuzzy abs, making them pop against his paper thin skin.

The grad student balled up his fists in anger and stomped his foot. “Yes!” he spat in disgust, grabbing at it with his hands. “Your gut is fuckin’ massive! Now gimme my body back!”

Nick snickered as he flexed one of his biceps in front of the former owner’s face. “Not a chance,” he smiled.

The now hunky doctor looked down at the chubby body that he used to own. He remembered being so shy thanks to his low-self esteem that he’d been plagued with when in his former, overweight body. Then he’d seen the doctor at the hospital that he was intending in and had fallen head over heels with the hunky, hairy body that was always straining clothes to their absolute limit. Thinking on his toes, Nick did some research and discovered a way to swap bodies with the hunky doctor. He hadn’t wasted any time at all, and now he was living his fantasy: he was a hunky doctor with hairy muscles. Men from all over lusted over his form and he fucked a new guy practically every night. He was living it up in the doctor’s body: a dream job and dream physique.

Meanwhile, his old body housed the former doctor who was forced to see his old form flirt with every guy who came its way. He was overfilled with jealousy and hatred for Nick for stealing his life away. And worse of all, he was so turned on by seeing his former muscles flex in front of him, his now four inch cock erect nearly all the time in Nick’s presence.

“Turned on, Little Man?” Nick teased his old body, knowing the answer already. 

“Fuck you!” the former doctor hissed.

Nick mock frowned at him. “Aww, don’t be that way,” he said, flexing a large bicep in front of him again. “Tell you what: I’ll let you feel up on these massive guns of mine.”

The chubby grad student swallowed loudly and ran a shaky hand over the large muscle in front of him, his tiny cock twitching in his pants.

“I think you can do better than that,” Nick pressed.

Despite his anger and frustration, the former doctor stepped forward and pressed his chubby face against the hard muscle in front of him, desperately running his tongue all over it. “Mmmm,” he moaned loudly as he felt up his former muscular body, wishing that he still owned it.

“That’s right,” Nick taunted, “worship these large muscles that I own now.”

The chubby man ran his hands up and down Nick’s hairy torso, his cock twitching with want as he felt every curvature of his former abs and pecs. He glanced momentarily down at his moobs and gut that he now possessed, hit with a pang of jealousy as he looked back up at the smirking Nick’s chiseled pecs that should be his. Still, despite himself, he leaned forward and tongued one of the doctor’s perky nipples, moaning loudly as he did so.

“That’s a good boy,” Nick huffed as he watched his former body worship his new one in the mirror. “If you keep this up, I’ll take you back your old place and let you feel me up some more. Sound good?”

The former doctor screamed on the inside. He wanted his muscles and old job back. He didn’t want to be trapped in the chubby body of some annoying grad student. Still, the thought of returning to his old house and possibly getting his jiggling ass fucked by his former cock made him cum in his pants, a small wet mark forming on the front of them.

“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’,” Nick smirked, folding both of his large arms behind his head as the former doctor felt up his large pecs. Nick loved his new life.