Robert Forstemann Flipped His Bike Over, Resting It On Its Seat And Handle Bars. The Two Wheels Were

Robert Forstemann flipped his bike over, resting it on its seat and handle bars. The two wheels were sticking up straight into the air, the front one looking a little flat.

“Damn,” the bicyclist muttered to himself as he looked at the flat tire. He was at the track with a few of his fellow competitors, ready to get some practice before the big meet next week. He was dressed in his tight spandex, the skin-tight material clinging to every curvature of his musculature, especially his plump ass and meaty thighs that he was well known for on Instagram.

Robert waddled over towards the sidelines where a few of the bicycle pumps were. The bottom-heavy man’s ass swayed from side to side as he walked, his large thighs rolling over each other as he moved. A few of the other men looked at him with envy, mentally comparing their much smaller legs to the German machine’s.

“Got a flat?” one of his competitors, Alaric, asked him when he snatched up a bike pump.

Robert just nodded, not really interested in making small talk. He just wanted to pump up his tire and get out onto the track for practice, desperate to keep his title as one of the best bicyclists in Europe.

Alaric got the hint and pursed his lips as his eyes ran up and down the other man’s bubblebutt as he walked away. With a devious gleam in his eye, he muttered something under his breath and grabbed a bike pump of his own before stomping over towards his own overturned bike.

Robert set the pump down at his bike and affixed the hose to the nozzle on the tire. It was one of those standard pumps with the plastic sticking out at the bottom for the user to stand on while they pump at the handle to inflate air into the tire. Robert put his feet on the bottom and gave the pump one large crank, and then another, and another.

The bicyclist cocked his eyebrow in confusion when he started to feel a tightness in his legs, more specifically, in his glutes. They seemed to start to ache a little, almost as if he’d just completed a strenuous leg workout in the gym for hours.

But the tire didn’t inflate in the least.

“What the hell?” Robert wondered aloud as he scratched at his stubble in confusion.

He double checked the connection of the hose and gave the pump one more thrust, but the tire didn’t inflate.

“Damn, this must be busted,” Robert grunted. He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he tried to come up with a solution to his problem, immediately freezing when he felt an unaccustomed weight at his backside as he did so.

The stud cocked his eyebrow in confusion and looked behind him, not quite knowing what to expect. He didn’t, however, expect to see his butt looking as if it had tripled in size, pressing against his spandex shorts to the point of bursting.

“Scheiße!” Robert exclaimed in shock, his eyes going wide at what he saw. He knew that it was impossible, yet he stared down at his much larger ass that seemed to form a perfect right angle from his back. His cheeks were massive and they were perfectly round. His tight spandex shorts did nothing to conceal them from public view, being stretched so tightly that his deep crack was even visible from the white synthetic material.

The cyclist gave his new bubblebutt a tentative poke, his knees buckling as the mere touch of his ass sent tidal waves of pleasure throughout his body.

“Oohh… oh, oh no,” he panted, blushing as soon as the realization of what had happened to him hit him. Robert realized that somehow his butt had inflated to an incredible size, and it had mysteriously become insanely sensitive.

Robert panicked as he frantically looked around at his fellow cyclists for help. None of them seemed to notice that anything was wrong, all of them paying more attention to their own bikes than to his massive ass.

“You doing alright, Robert?” Alaric asked him, nodding his way.

Robert shook his head incredulously. “No!” he cried exasperatedly, gesturing at his large asscheeks. “Look at my ass! You gotta help me! Get me to a hospital, call 112!”

The other man laughed, even cocking his head to the side innocently. “I don’t see anything wrong,” he teased.

“Nothing wrong?!” Robert repeated, going so far as to turn all the way around to showcase his caricature of an ass, wincing when he felt the cheeks jiggle as he moved. “Look at this thing!”

Alaric approached and playfully gave Robert’s inflated ass a slap, making Robert moan loudly and his cock start to twitch to life.

“Oohh, wh… what are you doing?” he panted, incredibly humiliated, yet deeply turned on. Worse was that the formerly straight stud longed for the other man to touch his ass again, and he found himself arching his back to push his larger cheeks closer to him.

Alaric ignored him for the time being, taking immense joy in the needy whimpers from the other man. Instead he grabbed a hold of the bike pump and gave it a few pumps.

Robert’s eyes widened when he felt that odd pressure in his bigger ass, only to see the cheeks inflate even larger. “Wait! Alaric, please don’t!” the bottom-heavy stud begged, only to keep feeling his ass grow larger and larger…

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The Cursed Gym 2

Collin had joined the gym in order to get his Summer bod.

The jock took his body and fitness extremely seriously, which was why he watched his diet like a hawk and made sure to up his cardio once the weather started to get warmer.

Things took a turn when the stud was at his gym, going hard on the treadmill in preparation for a beach trip where there would be ample time for him to show off his hard-earned muscles for all the girls there to gawk at.

Collin watched the TV as he ran, finally realizing that something was up by the odd churning he felt in his stomach. At first he thought that it was just from him ignoring running for too long, but the churning worsened and morphed into a sensation that was even worse: jiggling.

The jock immediately looked at himself, almost fainting as he saw his flat washboard stomach steadily pushing outwards.

“What the fuck?!” Collin panicked as he lifted up his shirt, only to find that his abs were completely gone and the beginnings of an impressive roidgut were coming into view. 

The stud hopped off the treadmill, his shirt springing up over his growing gut which ballooned out in front of him and obscured his view of his lower half. In his panic, Collin clutched at the inflating mass in front of himself, paling when he felt the squishy layer of fat that covered his muscle, solidifying that he’d somehow grown a massive roidgut out of nowhere.

Collin blushed and futilely tried to stretch his shirt back down over his new gut, but it kept bouncing upwards and bunching up atop his belly that jiggled as the now ex-jock left the gym in a panic.

The Secret Curse

David had no clue why he was recently attracting so much attention… specifically, male attention. 

The athletic stud stared at himself in his bedroom mirror, trying to understand the odd sensations and brand new looks he’d been receiving. Everything seemed to be in order, further confusing the straight man who had been growing uncomfortable over the past week with tons of men catcalling and whistling at him as he walked down the street. David took pride in building up his body, but he’d always been cautious to avoid building his pecs too much or from making his ass too big. The two areas were targets for the eyes of lustful men. 

David couldn’t wrap his head around it. His pecs appeared to bulge the same in the mirror, yet he could’ve sworn that there was more bounce to them when he walked, and his shirts all felt really tight. Not only that, but when he was at the gym, he’d had lots of guys commenting on his chest gains, some even teasing him and calling his pecs, “Muscletits”. The hunk would always look in the mirror in wonder over the arising comments, only to be confused over his regular-looking pecs that were in perfect sync with the rest of his muscled frame.

However, the biggest source of frustration for David were all the horny comments surrounding his butt. Being an athlete, the hunk was used to having people drool over his bubblebutt, but the amount of people talking about it had skyrocketed exponentially. No matter where he went, David’s butt always garnered attention. Eyes honed in on it, and it seemed that every man who saw couldn’t help but ask for a ride or to squeeze his cheeks, making the straight man frustrated.

That being said, David was one-hundred percent certain that his pants fit tighter and that his ass cheeks felt larger. He could’ve sworn that he’d feel the large butt jiggling with every step he took and that his cheeks tantalizingly shifted against each other over and over, acting like a billboard for other men to stare at.

“Everything looks the same…” David muttered to himself as he stared at his seemingly normal reflection in the mirror, sounding unconvinced even to himself.

His doubts only heightened when he pulled on his t-shirt, having to struggle to fit his pecs inside. The fabric made groaning sounds and the bottom of it stopped above his navel. His pants were worse. The stud couldn’t even button them closed, and a large expanse of his bare asscrack peeped out the top of them. Yet, with one last look in the mirror, David was convined that his clothes had to have shrunk in the wash (again).

“What the hell is going on?” David asked to no one in particular, shrugging his broad shoulders before steeling his nerves to leave his house so he could go buy some new clothes. He already knew that every single guy at the mall would stare at his chest his ass, and both areas jiggled and bounced as he walked, further confusing the stud.

“Hey David!” his new neighbor, Vince, called out at his waved at him. “Lookin’ good!”

David only blushed and waved at the older man, unaware of the mischievous smirk Vince gave him as he stared at his growing butt.

I wish my best friend could stop being bullied for being a little runt. Would also be great to have a big sexy boyfriend out of him too

You whispered your wish under your breath when you and your best friend, Ethan, went to the beach. You felt a little bad for him when you saw that he refused to remove his t-shirt despite how hot it was.

“You gonna leave your shirt on?” you asked him, giving him the up-down.

He shrugged his slender shoulders. “Yeah,” he shyly admitted, taking a hesitant glance around the beach at the other guys who were there. They were all muscled up, looking like models straight out of a porno. then he held his slender arms up as if to illustrate his point.

Ethan had always been skinny, something that he was irritated with the older he got. He’d tried to bulk up and put on some muscle, but it never seemed to work. You’d taken him to the gym plenty of times too since you had a lot of muscle on your body, so you knew the exact workout plans and diets to follow; but no matter what the two of you did, Ethan remained skinny.

You moved to reassuringly pat your friend on the shoulder, however, the moment the two of you made contact, there was a little shock that you felt. You instinctively moved to recoil, but found you couldn’t. It was as if your hand was superglued to him.

You gritted your teeth as you tried with all of your might to pull away, but it was futile.

“Dude, what’s going on?” Ethan panicked.

Then the two of you noticed something else happening.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Ethan’s body rapidly inflating. It was as if someone had attached an air hose to him, and started to pump him up with muscle. His traps inflated and started to slowly engulf his widening neck to the point where it looked like he lacked a neck at all. The growth traveled down to his arms which packed on meat and bulged like crazy, making his biceps look like the size of melons. His pecs ballooned out in front of him, completely obscuring his view of the lower part of his body.

“Holy shit!” Ethan gasped in shock.

“I know! You’re getting huge!” you breathed, unable to take your eyes off him.

“No,” Ethan shook his head as best as he could with his lack of a neck. “You’re getting smaller.”

“What?” you wondered, looking down at yourself before screaming. 

All of the hard-earned muscles in your body were deflating, becoming flat. Your biceps grew smaller and smaller until your arms were stick-thin and shapeless. Your pecs flattened against your chest and left your torso entirely undefined and slender. 

You fought hard to remove your hand from Ethan’s broadening frame when you realized that your friend wasn’t so much as growing, but he was stealing all of your muscles.

Ethan’s shirt exploded off his growing frame, exposing his thick roid gut and mountainous pecs that should’ve been yours. Your bathing suit fell to the ground the more muscle you lost, your thin legs looking tiny and unimpressive. With your free hand, you struggled to hold them up.

When you finally managed to pull your hand free, Ethan was left as a large over-muscled bodybuilder and you were a skinny twink.

“What the fuck happened?!” you panicked, looking down at your slender frame, figuring that you had to have lost at least sixty pounds, leaving you small and boyish. You were so busy freaking out that you barely noticed it when Ethan waddled over towards you.

“I dunno,” he said, staring down at you hungrily. “But I have to admit that you look really cute like that.” He wrapped his barely-flexible arms around you and shoved you into his massive muscletits that should have been on your body, not his.

Despite how freaked out you were, you couldn’t help but melt into the new muscle man’s bulky body. Your horniness clouded over your fear and you ran your slender fingers over Ethan’s massive pecs, enjoying how his bulky muscles twitched with want as you did so.

“So what now?” you asked him.

He smirked down at you. “Let’s go to my place and you can worship these big muscles of mine,” he laughed, literally throwing you over his broadened shoulder and carrying you to the parking lot.

Wish: I’d love a story about this dude taking some kind of dodgy pill from the internet that makes his already huge ass enormous.

@whatsbrkdld​

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“Good evening everyone!” Brandon smiled as he waved at the camera that was set up on his desk. “Today, we are going to be opening up some fan-mail!”

The fitness influencer grabbed the nearest box to him and held it out in front with his beefy hands. Ever since Brandon had begun posting his workouts online, the stud had amassed quite a sizable fanbase. He had thousands of adoring fans who followed all of his workout plans and who liked all of his posts; however, the stud was also a little aware of the occasional DM from a bit more bold fans who asked for nudes or for private videos of him playing with his ass.

Brandon fought his frown at that last thought. Sure his body was blessed with large muscles that bulged with manly power, but he was a little miffed that no matter what muscle group he worked on, his glutes always seemed to be his largest feature. That only served to attract the wrong kind of crowd, many of whom lusted over the stud’s big butt and brazenly forewent all modesty to let him know. Still, Brandon did appreciate all of the fans he had managed to garner, and now that he hit 400K followers, he wanted to do a fan-mail video to demonstrate his appreciation.

“Let’s see,” he muttered as he examined the small box in his hands. “It doesn’t look like there’s a name on here.” He opened it up, finding nothing but a little plastic bottle labeled Workout Supplements.

Brandon looked all around for any info in the box so that he could properly thank the sender, but he couldn’t find anything.

“Um, thank you!” he said, shaking the bottle of pills in front of the camera. “I’ve actually been looking for some new supplements, so this is perfect.” To reiterate his point, the hunk opened up the bottle and popped in a pink-colored capsule, swallowing down the pill dry.

Brandon continued to open up various boxes and envelopes, thanking his followers for their thoughtful gifts. It didn’t take too long until he squirmed in his seat, feeling a little flushed.

“Uh, sorry, I don’t feel too hot all of a sudden,” the stud mumbled, a tightness forming in his lower body. He stood up to go to the kitchen to grab some water. 

Riiippp!

Brandon’s eyes widened when he heard the sound of his pants tearing and when he felt a cool breeze blow over his ass. The shocked stud looked over his shoulder and gasped at the sight before him. His large, yet manageable, bubblebutt had somehow inflated to at least three times its previous size. It looked like someone had magically affixed beach balls to the fitness guru’s behind as his new cheeks acted like a shelf that jutted away from his back at a near ninety degree angle.

He took a shaky step, wincing internally when he felt the foreign shifting and bouncing of his newly enlarged cheeks with every movement of his foot. His proportions were completely ruined, and Brandon’s heart raced at the knowledge that, without a doubt, his giant ass would be the focus of all of his content from now on, whether he liked it or not.

The bottom-heavy stud was so caught up in his panic that he didn’t see a comment pop up on his chat, far too busy examining his warped reflection in the posing mirror.

Looks like someone got my gift 🍑

Edgars rested on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through emails on his laptop as he tried to stay focused. His inbox was stuffed to the brim with junk from fishy-sounding sponsorships that promised lucrative amounts of money for a few pictures of him barely clothed next to their product.

Edgars rolled his eyes and deleted a majority of the messages he saw.

Then one caught his eye: a message with the title from a semi-familiar company called H-Boost that he’d heard of in passing in the gym. Shrugging his broad shoulders, the muscled hunk clicked on the message.

Edgars frowned when he saw that the text was so tiny that he had trouble even reading a single word. He tried to zoom in on the message with the browser tools, but it didn’t work for some odd reason.

The hunk was about to give up when he saw a little blurb down near the end of the message in bold letters reading: CLICK TO ENLARGE!

He hovered his cursor over the words and clicked.

Thank you for trying out our new product: Pecs-Boost! flashed on the screen for about a second.

The text didn’t enlarge a single bit, but instead Edgars felt what seemed like a massive weight being set down onto his chest. He was confused at first, but gasped loudly when he felt the very unfamiliar sensation of his pecs brushing up against his chin.

“Fuck!” Edgars gasped out loud when he looked down at his body which was blocked by the sight of inflated pecs that ballooned off his chest at an almost comical degree. He tossed his laptop to the side and shot off the bed, nearly tumbling down face first thanks to the added weight to his front. The muscled hunk winced as he stomped over to the bathroom, feeling his chest bounce with every step he took. His biceps even kept grazing his inflated pecs as his arms moved, making his stomach drop.

When he stood in front of the mirror, the stud’s mouth dropped at his warped reflection. His previously proportional physique was gone, replaced by a reflection of a guy who spent too much time doing Chest Day. Edgars’ pecs were massive and jutted off his chest, causing him to have an arch in his posture, which further accentuated the mounds. Even his nipples were bigger and seemed to stand off his pecs at perfect attention. He knew that there wasn’t a shirt on that planet that would cover his enormous chest, making him panic about how he would go through his day-to-day life with such obscene pecs.

As crazy as it sounded to him, Edgars knew that it was the email’s fault that his pecs now resembled small melons. He rushed back into his bedroom and snatched his laptop off the bed, his giant chest making it difficult to hold the machinery in front of him with both hands. 

His hold was so awkward that his fingers accidentally pressed down on the touch pad and a little chime rang out as his eyes widened. The top-heavy man gulped as he realized that he’d mistakenly sent the cursed email to all of his contacts which comprised of fellow muscle models and bodybuilders, all of whom would wind up with exaggeratedly huge pecs like his if they clicked the mysterious link.

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