I Am Fond Of You Derek Turning Into A More Muscular And/or Hairy Guy If That's The Kind Of Request You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick Jonas's New Career

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joe grunted and lowered the sound, by one.

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

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

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

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

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

“Great,” Nick sighed, relieved. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[One Month Later]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blue playfully snapped his fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— — —

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooh…”

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

Sure thing!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-- -- --

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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