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Someone Snuck Some Growth Formula Into Daddy's Morning Coffee. He's A Little Annoyed That None Of His

Someone Snuck Some Growth Formula Into Daddy's Morning Coffee. He's A Little Annoyed That None Of His

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

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1 year ago

Wolfe Glick's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2

Wolfe Glick's New Career

"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 PokĂ©mon 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 PokĂ©mon 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 PokĂ©mon 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 PokĂ©mon 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 PokĂ©mon, 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 PokĂ©mon, 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.


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1 year ago

Nick Jonas's New Career

Part 1

Nick Jonas's New Career

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe grunted and lowered the sound, by one.

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

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

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

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

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

“Great,” Nick sighed, relieved. 

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[One Month Later]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blue playfully snapped his fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— — —

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooh
”

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

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

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


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1 year ago

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

My Buddy Has Such A Flat Butt, He Cant Keep His Pants. Its Really Embarrassing For Him. Do You Think

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RRIIIPPP!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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1 year ago

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

My Favorite Sports Team Is The South African Springboks And They Just Win The Rugby World Cup. Im Not

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

Sure thing!

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

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

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

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

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


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1 year ago

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

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

I Hope Ive Come To The Right Place I Want To Wake Up As The Man I Was Meant To Be: Muscular, Handsome,

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

BWOMPH!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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