Hey There I Was Wondering If You Could Help Me Out. I Always Been Too Lazy And Shy, I Was Wondering If

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!

Don't know how to swim? Don't worry! This hot daddy's big pecs will act as a flotation device. Just hold on tightly!

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...?

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.

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.

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.