Dylan OBrien Sat Back In The Leather Chair, Enjoying The Cool A/C As He Waited In The Office For The

Dylan O’Brien sat back in the leather chair, enjoying the cool A/C as he waited in the office for the producers to return. He’d been called in to talk about a role in a TV show, which sounded nice, but the actor was more into movie roles. However, his manager had convinced him to hear them out.

The door opened and the producer, a buff looking older man, sauntered back into the room. “Hello there, Mr. O’Brien,” he warmly smiled. “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise, and please call me ‘Dylan’,” the actor blushed.

The produced nodded as he took a seat on the other side of the large, wooden desk. “Very well, Dylan,” he grinned. “So let’s cut to the chase: we want to reboot Teen Wolf, and we would really like you to reprise your role as Stiles.”

Dylan bit down on his lower lip and twiddled his thumbs in front of himself. “Yeah, that sounds interesting, but canonically I believe the character of Stiles would no longer be a teenager, so I don’t really see myself fitting in well…”

The producer cleared his throat. “Oh, I didn’t quite explain it very well,” he hurriedly said. “This is more of a spin-off than it is a reboot. We’ve been doing a lot of research into the fanbase and I’m sure you’re well aware of the ‘Sterek’ phenomena. The show will be a hit if we focus it on you and Mr. Hoechlin’s character, and how the two of you develop your werewolf-human relationship.”

Again, Dylan wasn’t convinced. “I know Tyler’s busy with other projects, and I don’t think that he would be too keen—”

“He’s already on board!” the producer interrupted.

Dylan jerked back. “Really?” he gasped. “But I thought Superman & Lois was doing well?”

The producer nodded and pressed a button on the desk. “It was, but we managed to convince him to join our project instead,” he explained, the sounds of approaching footsteps audible on the other side of the office door. “He was a little apprehensive about being typecasted as a werewolf, but now he can’t imagine anything but playing canine characters.”

Dylan thought that that was an odd phrase, but before he could say anything, the door opened up.

“There he is now!” the producer cheered. “Tyler, come see Dylan!” He clapped his hands, making the actor cock his eyebrow in wonder.

“Woof! Woof!” Tyler Hoechlin barked like a dog as he scampered into the room on all fours. The older man was completely naked, letting his bulky muscles flex for the two other men in the room to see. He’d even let his chest hair grow out, and his hairy ass wiggled to and fro like an excited dog. More surprising to Dylan was the large dildo that stuck out of Tyler’s ass, sticking straight in the air and wagging back and forth like a makeshift tail. Tyler’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and when his eyes landed on Dylan’s horrified face, he lit up and hurried over.

“Wha—?!” Dylan panicked, speechless at the sight before him. He’d worked with Tyler for years and never before had he ever seen the man behave in such a manner. It didn’t take him long to know that there was something else afoot, his heart starting to race wildly in his chest.

“Woof!” Tyler excitedly barked as he rested his arms on Dylan’s lap, leaning forward to lick his face like a happy little puppy.

“Aww, he missed you,” the producer cooed, taking in the sight as if a grown man with a dildo stuck in his ass and licking another man was a normal sight to see.

“What did you do to him?” Dylan cried out, pushing against the man’s buff, hairy chest, only earning a whimper. 

However, his panicked fingers accidentally brushed against a protruding nipple, making the man-dog shudder. His bulky muscles tensed up and he rolled over on the ground onto his back, his large cock hardening to its full impressive length of eight inches. He held his arms close to his sides as a dog does on its back, looking at Dylan and whimpering with want, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

“Mr. Hoechlin here originally tried to turn us down, saying that he wasn’t interested in playing a werewolf again,” the producer mused. “So we had one of our departments convince him that he was made to play wolves. Right, Tyler?”

At the sound of his name, the man-dog flipped back over onto all fours and happily barked. “Woof! Woof!” He then felt his canine urges and crawled back over to Dylan, propping himself up as he began to hump his leg, grinding his hard cock against the shocked actor.

Dylan was too shocked to stop the man-dog from humping him, turning instead to stare down the producer who relaxed behind the desk. “Turn him back!” he demanded.

“He already signed the contract,” the man shrugged. “He’s stuck like this, so if you really wanna be a good friend, you’d join in on the project. It seems he’s taken a real shine to you. Besides, this is an interesting dynamic we’d like to explore on the show.”

Before he could answer, Tyler tensed up. “Arrooooo!” he howled as he came, shooting his load all over the other man’s jeans. When he was spent, his tongue hung out of his mouth and he panted, staying put at Dylan’s feet.

Dylan didn’t know what to do. Tyler Hoechlin was one of his best friends, and seeing him hypnotized to act like a dog all the time was a horrifying fate. As he stared down at him, Tyler looked up and wagged his tail.

“Fine,” Dylan sighed. 

The producer smiled widely. “Great!” he cheered. “We’ll send you the script tomorrow. For now, why don’t the two of you bond? I mean after all, he is your dog now.” He handed the actor a leash and a black, studded collar.

Feeling as if he were dreaming, Dylan affixed the collar around Tyler’s neck and snapped the leash on. The man-dog immediately jumped up on all fours and barked wildly, bouncing around like a dog who was excited to go for a walk. When the two men left the office, Tyler kept pulling at the leash, nearly dragging the smaller Dylan behind him.  Dylan was trying to piece together all that had happened, unsure if he were dreaming or not. His previous coworker was acting like a dog, and he appeared to either have no control over it or the old Tyler was completely gone, replaced by this man-dog. Dylan tried to look deep into Tyler’s eyes for any indication that he was in there somewhere, but all he saw were the loving and admiring eyes of a puppy staring back up.

“Woof!” Tyler happily barked when the two of them exited the building, sticking his nose into the air to sniff the outside breeze.

“Shit!” Dylan hissed when he realized that he was walking a naked man with a dildo shoved in his ass outside in public for all to see. The sidewalk was full of people coming and going, and the two men were out in the open. Despite being the one in control of his body and being fully clothed, Dylan’s face was cherry red with embarrassment for his friend.

However, nobody seemed to look twice. Some people did a double-take, only to comment to their companion that they’d seen the actors from Teen Wolf, not even caring to mention that Tyler Hoechlin was naked and wagging a footlong dildo back and forth like it was a damn tail. Someone even walked too close to them, and Tyler responded by placing himself in front of Dylan, puffing out his hairy chest and growling, baring his teeth.

“No!” Dylan scolded, tugging on his leash. “Bad dog!” He winced at his words, but shook it off and led Tyler to his car. Tyler leapt into the passenger seat, positioning himself like a dog in the small seat. Dylan hurried into the driver’s seat and sped off, eager to get his friend out of view from prying eyes.

Tyler leaned over as he drove, nuzzling against the other man and licking his face again.

Needing to focus on the road, Dylan sighed and rolled down Tyler’s window, somehow knowing that Tyler would lean his head out like a dog. He looked over at his man-dog of a friend, vowing that he’d take care of him.

“Don’t worry Tyler,” he promised the man-dog, “it’ll be okay.” He moved pat him on the shoulder, and at the slightest touch, Tyler’s cock shot to life.

Happy Birthday Tyler Hoechlin!

September 11th— Actor Tyler Hoechlin’s birthday!

The hunky actor sauntered about his house, dressed up in his new suit so that he could go attend a birthday function that his management was making him go to. Tyler huffed a little bit as he adjusted his tie, gazing at the form-fitting suit that made him look akin to 007, oozing masculine sex appeal. He’d even let his stubble grow out to complete his manly look which would be sure to get him tons of attention and interviews where he’d have the opportunity to promote his projects.

Tyler yawned loudly, already tired at the night’s events. Of course he loved being a world famous actor with scores of adoring fans. However, he was sort of just wanting to relax at home for his birthday, lounging out on the couch to just watch some TV and play video games. Maybe he’d invite Dylan O’Brien over; his old costar from Teen Wolf was in the area, filming some new movie. The two of them had said that they’d connect sometime, but with their busy schedules, they haven’t had the chance to yet.

“Alright,” Tyler sighed as he checked the Rolex on his thick wrist, “time for a long night.” He sighed again, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the motion, making his tight suit which was designed to show off his impressive musculature, shift too. 

As he walked towards the front door, he paused when he saw a pastel pink box sitting on the counter.

The stud cocked a confused eyebrow and walked over to it, examining the unmarked box. He flipped open the lid and saw that it was a simple, chocolate frosted cake with pink writing that spelt out in curvy letters: Happy Birthday Tyler!

Tyler couldn’t help the smile that stretched out his handsome face, genuinely touched at the kind gesture. There wasn’t a card or note to let him know who had gifted him the birthday cake, but he guessed that it was probably his new assistant who was still really nice and hadn’t been jaded by Hollywood yet.

The mouthwatering aroma of cocoa reached the man’s nostrils, and Tyler’s stomach gurgled with want as he stared at the delectable dessert.

“Damn,” he muttered, desperately wanting to have a quick slice, but with the party/advertisement in a few minutes, he couldn’t afford to eat any carbs that would disrupt his chiseled physique in his custom tailored suit.

Still, a little frosting wouldn’t hurt.

Tyler swiped up some chocolate frosting on his finger, popping it into his mouth with a deep moan.

“Mmmm!” Tyler moaned at the sweet, sugary taste of the frosting as he eagerly sucked his finger clean, leaving no trace behind. His tastebuds were alight with craving want, and his stomach growled loudly, demanding another taste.

Before manifesting the thought, Tyler felt his hand move down to the cake again, swiping up a much larger dollop of frosting this time, and greedily shoving it into his mouth. The sugary taste of the frosting was so delicious and all-consuming that it was all Tyler could do to remove his expensive suit jacket before slamming himself against the counter.

With both hands, and without a moment’s hesitation, Tyler Hoechlin grabbed handfuls of the chocolate cake, shoveling it into his mouth. The cake itself was just as sweet as the frosting, eliciting the same desperation and intense cravings.

Tyler’s moans filled out his house as he ate the entire pastry, unable to stop himself. The realization over this fact made his eyes widen as he tried to stop his large hands from scooping the cake into his mouth. He strained his muscles as hard as he could, but was powerless under whatever cryptic control the dessert had over him. He was aware of how wrong it was for him to be devouring an entire cake by himself, hunched over it like a pig, but he couldn’t stop.

“What’s happening to me?!” Tyler panicked between mouthfuls of food, his heart starting to race as he was about halfway finished with the cake, his clothes suddenly feeling tighter.

The legs of his slim-fit pants felt snugger by the second, especially on his thighs. The seat of them were growing tighter and tighter, so much that Tyler’s fear was commingled with an odd sense of relief when there was a loud rip followed by a release of pressure. The frazzled actor couldn’t even stop his body from gobbling up the cake long enough to look over a broad shoulder to assess the damage to his pants.

However, Tyler’s fear spiked when there was a pop, followed by the  light clattering of his shirt buttons falling onto the floor. It was then that he registered the extreme tightness of his shirt and the odd way he felt his stomach pressing against the counter in a way it never had before.

The actor gasped as best as he could with a mouth full of cake when he looked down and saw a large gut protruding from his opened shirt in place of where a set of cut abs should have been. No matter how panicked the stud was over his growing mass, he still couldn’t prevent himself from finishing off the rest of the chocolate cake, his stomach continuing to growl as he chewed the last bits.

“What… the… fuck?!” Tyler gasped as soon as he was finished with the dessert, the lingering taste of chocolate still consuming his mouth, making his sense of hunger swell and become almost unbearable.

Tyler shoved himself away from the counter, wincing when he felt his new gut jiggle with the movement. The actor rushed to the bathroom, his large gut dropping the second he looked in the mirror.

His handsome face looked almost the same, only it wasn’t as thin and his cheeks looked fuller. His shoulders appeared to be slightly broader, but it was just due to the thick layer of fat that now covered his muscular form. With a shaky hand, Tyler reached up with a heavy arm and poked at his shoulder, his heart racing when he felt a soft and squishy body as opposed to hard. His hairy pecs were still big, but they lost some of their definition, rounding out a bit as they drooped downward slightly. They weren’t full on moobs, but they were not the toned pectorals that he was used to, and there was no way he could fit the mounds that were capped with enlarged, nubby nipples into his Superman costume. Even his arms had packed on size, his new fat shrouding his muscular definition— the same happened with his widened thighs which now pressed together, causing his saunter to look more like a waddle. His pants had completely torn to shreds during his transformation, leaving the shocked actor in his red underwear which were strained to bursting over the large, meaty globes that had replaced his pert bubble butt. 

But worse of all for Tyler was the large, jiggling gut that jutted away from his torso at a severe angle and blocked his view of his lower half. The hairy mass was so large that Tyler had no idea how long he’d have to work out and diet in order to get his old physique back, annoyed that his stomach was still growling hungrily.

“H-how is this possible?” he mumbled in shock as he gave the fuzzy mass a tentative poke, immediately regretting it as that simple touch sent darts start to his cock. Tyler paled as he was rock hard from touching his large gut, his cock springing out of his underwear and bobbing in the air. However, the actor was irritated when he looked downward, his eight inch cock completely hidden underneath his massive gut.

Tyler Hoechlin had no idea what he was going to do with a massive bear-like body, looking like he had a dad bod except with a significantly larger belly. He knew that he couldn’t fit in his Superman costume at all, and his reprisal of Derek Hale in the Teen Wolf Movie was going to be difficult since this character didn’t have a large hairy, sensitive gut!

In a huff, Tyler waddled over to the scale and stepped on it, having to bend over in order to see the bright red letters: 342 lbs.

Tyler stumbled a little in shock, his gut bouncing wildly with his jerking motions. He grabbed onto the bathroom counter to steady himself, shocked that he’d magically gained 170 pounds just from eating a mysterious cake, nearly doubling his bodyweight… most of it apparently centered on his massive gut.

“What the fuck am I going to do with this thing— uh!” Tyler moaned as he grabbed at his gut in frustration, his cock throbbing at the touch, making him roll his head back. His hunger grew even more and his stomach growled louder.

Ding Dong! the doorbell sounded out.

Tyler was jostled out of his shock from his inflation, his heart racing in his larger chest. Given the small size of his house, he was able to lean out of the bathroom doorway and shout out.

“Wh-who is it?” he yelled, his voice cracking with nerves.

“It’s Dylan!” Dylan O’Brien called out from the other side of the front door. 

Tyler paled at the thought of someone seeing him in his inflated, bulky form. However, a growing part of him was getting a little excited over his past costar visiting him, his cock throbbing with desire at the thought.

“Your assistant told me come over for your birthday!” Dylan called out when Tyler didn’t answer. “I brought cake!”

At the same exact second, Tyler’s stomach growled and his cock leaked precum. He hurriedly rushed towards his room, ignoring his new bulk bouncing as he ran and the loud thuds his feet made. “Come in!” he called over his broadened shoulder. “I have to throw something on!”

Tyler rushed into his bedroom, frantically tearing through his closet as he tried to find some loose clothes that he could fit in. He found some basketball shorts that looked more like spandex as it stretched around his big booty and widened thighs. His shirt, which was XL, was way too small, and the actor groaned as he struggled to fit it over his inflated pecs. Once he had the tight blue fabric on, his nubby nipples poked conspicuously against the cotton and the bottom kept bunching up over his hairy gut. No matter how many times Tyler tried to pull it down over his protruding stomach, the shirt kept popping back up, leaving his jiggling bear gut on perfect display.

After taking a deep breath, Tyler waddled out to the living room where Dylan waited, his face cherry red over how much his hairy gut bounced when he walked. Once he laid eyes on the much smaller actor, his cock throbbed painfully with want. And once he spotted the pink box Dylan held, his stomach growled loudly, sounding more like an animal.

Dylan looked over at the inflated Tyler, his eyes bulging out of his skull as he took in the sheer size of the man. “Whoa!” he gasped. “Tyler! Y-you, uh, you look good.”

Tyler blushed as he looked down at his inflated self, holding his heavy arms out in jest. “Yeah, I’ve been bulking up for a role,” he laughed. He gestured towards the couch. “Come sit down. Let’s eat some of that cake.”

Dylan shrugged and happily sat down on the tiny sofa.

Tyler sat down beside him, his new weight causing the furniture to groan loudly. He winced as he felt his new gut settle in his lap, and the large weight discrepancy between him and Dylan caused the couch cushion to dip wildly. The tilt caused Dylan to nearly tumble over, being pressed tightly against Tyler’s bulky body.

“Oh, sorry Man!” Dylan blushed as he tried to sit up off of the other man, placing a hand down on Tyler’s hairy gut to steady himself.

“Oohh!” Tyler moaned as soon as Dylan touched his sensitive gut, arching his back and shoving his inflated belly into the other man’s touch. Dylan’s slender fingers traveling through the fur that covered it was like an electric wire, sending shocks of electricity straight to his hard cock that was still hidden under his tummy.  Tyler curled his toes and rolled his head back.

Dylan paused for a second before smirking. “You like belly rubs?” he teased. He continued to caress Tyler’s new gut, running his hands underneath the hair that coated it, which acted like little sensors that only increased its hypersensitivity.

“Y-yeah!” Tyler stuttered, squirming helplessly underneath the smaller man’s touch. He knew that he should be panicking over his massive weight gain, and wondering why he was suddenly so attracted to another guy. But his mind was turned to mush as his cock throbbed with every touch that his new gut brought him. In his lust-fueled haze, Tyler reached up and tore his useless shirt away from his bulk, exposing his huge hairy pecs.

Dylan took the message and reached over with his other hand, squeezing his inflated chest. His hands brushed over Tyler’s nubby nipples, turning the inflated stud into a moaning mess.

“D-don’t stop!” Tyler begged, feeling like putty as he squirmed, his entire bulk incredibly sensitive. He pictured himself on the sets of his TV shows in his new form. He could easily play Superman, just looking extra thicc as a superhero with a rotund gut and nubby nipples that poke through the skintight costume. And his character Derek Hale would look insanely hot with his large gut protruding through the opening of his trademark leather jacket. And if he could convince Dylan to give him more belly rubs, Tyler wouldn’t really mind if he kept his new gut… or if it got bigger.

Tyler let out a low, bellowing moan as he came, his untouched cock shooting globs of cum in his underwear. The inflated man had never came so much in his life, leaving him panting as he struggled to catch his breath, his huge gut heaving up and down as he gasped.

“Holy shit,” Tyler panted. “That was hot.”

“Sure was,” Dylan agreed. “Now what do you say we make that belly of yours a little bigger?” He held up the pink box, his smile growing when Tyler’s stomach growled.

Tyler snatched the cake out of the box, going to town, shoveling it into his mouth with one hand while keeping his other tightly secured around the smaller guy, keeping him tightly against his squishy belly.

“Happy birthday, Tyler,” Dylan laughed, rubbing Tyler’s inflated gut lovingly, enjoying the resulting moan and noticing that it was steadily growing larger and larger… 

Tyler's been doing some extra squats to fill out that supersuit of his.

“Where the hell is Hoechlin?!” the director barked, storming around the Superman & Lois set. “He’s two damn hours late!”

“I’ll get right on it, Sir!” the scrawny intern, Michael, said as he frantically pulled out his phone and texted the Superman actor, asking where he was. 

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long until his call ringtone began to chime as his screen lit up with the name: Tyler Hoechlin.

He immediately answered it and hissed in a low vice, so as not to attract any attention, “Mr. Hoechlin, where are you?”

“I-I need help… s-something’s wrong!” the normally confident actor stuttered on the other line, sounding like he was hyperventilating and on the edge of a panic attack.

Michael jerked back, confused. “Is everything alright?” he asked. “Where are you?”

“M-my trailer! Get help! Now!” the actor panicked before hanging up.

The intern shoved his phone into his pocket and sprinted as fast as he could into the backlot where the actors’ trailers were kept. He ran up to the one that belonged to Tyler and pounded on it with his tiny fists. “Mr. Hoechlin!” he called. “Mr. Hoechlin, please open up!”

The trailer’s shocks squeaked and the body appeared to rock back and forth, thunderous thudding noises sounding out. Slowly the door opened up, and Michael gasped loudly at what he saw.

Tyler Hoechlin’s worried face stared back at him, but that was the only thing he recognized. It looked as if the actor’s head had been copy/pasted onto the body of a super heavyweight bodybuilder. His crazy broad shoulders and massive traps swallowed his neck, and his ridiculously round pecs jutted off his chest so far that it could act as a shelf. His arms were as big as the intern’s waist and they were stuck at an awkward angle as they fought for space with his flaring lats. A cobblestone of abs traveled down his hairless torso, ending at his pinched-in waist. The slender waist looked oddly out of place given the barrel chest and the way Tyler’s thighs had inflated to gigantic portions. The sheer size of the them forced his junk forward, which had even appeared to have gained a couple of inches as well. The football-sized calves topped off the crazy big look that the actor now sported.

The intern was speechless at what he saw, but he couldn’t deny that the massive bulging muscles the hunky actor had turned him on.

“I don’t know what the fuck happened!” Tyler freaked. “All I’d done was up my workouts like the writers told me to!”

Michael swallowed loudly and tried to shrug and ignore his hardening cock. “Um, i-it’s not that bad?” he meekly smiled.

“‘Not that bad’?!” Tyler roared, trying to raise his beefy arms, but his range of movement was severely hindered by his bulky new muscles. “I gained one-hundred pounds of muscle in one night! I look like a fucking freak!”

“No, you look like Superman,” came a deep voice from behind the intern.

Tyler and Michael looked in the direction of the voice, seeing that it was one of the writers approaching with a large smile on his bearded face.

“This…,” he gestured towards the bodybuilder Tyler, “this is the new direction we want Superman to go into. All I had to do was get you to take that workout supplement, and voilà!”

Tyler’s jaw dropped, but his stubbly chin wound up resting on top of his massively inflated pecs. He paled as he struggled to wrap his head around what he’d just heard. 

The writer tossed him what looked like a small wad of fabric. “This is the new Superman costume,” he said. “You need to be on set in five minutes, or else the director might look for another actor… and I’d hate for you to lose that role, given that with that gay muscleman body all you’d be able to do is porn. Oh, and by the way, we’ve changed the title of the show to Superman & Lewis, and we’ve even gotten your old friend Dylan O’Brien to play Lewis: the love interest.”

Tyler slammed the door to the trailer in a huff, cursing as he struggled to put on the new costume with his huge muscles getting in the way. It was difficult to balance on thick legs that kept pushing together. His bowling ball sized biceps collided over and over with his juicy muscletits; worse was that his muscled arms wouldn’t stop accidentally brushing up against his expanded nipples, shooting humiliating jolts of electricity straight to his lengthened cock.

When he was done, Tyler opened up the door to his trailer again, his face beet red with embarrassment as he wore the brand new Superman costume: a skimpy set of posers that were colored the classic blue. His hardening cock stretched out the “S” emblem that was on the front of the pouch, and as he lumbered forward, it kept bouncing against his tree trunk thighs.

“Damn it!” the bulky actor roared as he tried to wedge himself through the regular-sized door of the trailer. His broad back and huge lats forced him to turn sideways, but his enormous pecs and inflated ass impeded his movement as well. After a minute of squeezing himself through the tight fit, the bodybuilder stumbled out onto the backlot, clad in just the Superman posers. The pouch struggled to contain his new member, and the back had disappeared completely between his rotund asscheeks which had inflated to the point of counterbalancing his muscletits.

The now-bodybuilder Tyler Hoechlin began to waddle towards the set, trying to get the hang of walking with huge thighs rolling over each other and his arms sticking out at his sides. He blushed furiously, but all the while his cock grew harder and harder as his bulk kept rubbing up against itself.

“Finally!” the director huffed when Tyler made it on set, not finding the sudden gain of one-hundred pounds of solid muscle odd at all. “Now Tyler, we’re gonna start with the scene where you’re examining the clue that the villain had left behind at the scene. And… action!”

Tyler Hoechlin’s eyes widened and he wanted to scream and demand that he be changed back to his regular self. He didn’t want to be some bodybuilder who was so massive that he could only wear slutty little posers. And he didn’t want to feel so turned on by the feeling of his heavy bulk brushing up against itself in different ways. Still, he felt his legs carry himself towards the prop, which he struggled to pick up.

Again, his biceps grazed his erect nipples, making him shudder with humiliating pleasure. “Ooohh!” he moaned loudly, his now thirteen inch cock springing out of his posers and waving wildly in front of him. Tyler gasped and dropped the prop in utter shock and horror.

“Cut!” the director shouted, turning to the smirking writer to discuss something quietly before turning back to Tyler. “We’re gonna continue, keep it out. And… action!”

Tyler Hoechlin didn’t think he could feel even more humiliated than before, yet there he was performing the Superman script in his new bodybuilder body, waddling around the set with his enormous hard cock waving in front of him the entire time, little beads pre-cum coming into sight the more his bulk rubbed against itself.

Meanwhile, Michael the intern kept staring at the whole scene. “I think this is my new favorite show,” he whispered as an embarrassed Tyler shuddered and blew his load, splattering his massive pecs and abs with large globs of cum.

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Actor Tyler Hoechlin wiped the beading sweat off of his forehead before taking in a deep breath to finish up his reps. He was at the pec fly machine, grunting with every rep as the heavy metal plates slammed back down against each other, his pecs starting to burn the slightest bit as he worked them out. 

The machine next to him was vacant before a smaller young man with thick-rimmed glasses took over. The small guy set the weights to about fifteen pounds before struggling to perform a single rep. Embarrassed, the guy looked around the gym to make sure no one was staring at him before he made eye contact with the actor.

The guy’s eyes widened and Tyler already knew what was coming.

“Holy crap!” the smaller man gasped incredulously. “You’re Tyler Hoechlin from Teen Wolf!” 

The actor bristled a bit, wanting to be a smartass and name more of his roles, but instead just smiled back at the fan. “Yeah, always nice to meet a fan,” he muttered before busting out a few reps as if it were second nature. 

It kind of was though.

Being an actor meant that Tyler was expected to uphold his physique to near perfection, especially if he wanted lead roles. His acting talents were obvious, definitely, but the stud was not immune to the fact that a large percentage of his fanbase worshipped him because of his chiseled muscles — and his manager was well-aware of that too, which was why he found himself working out five days a week trying to bulk up for an upcoming role in a movie. Tyler was set to play a muscled up superhero, but even though he’d nailed the audition, the director had “requested” (or ordered) that he put on some more weight. At 6’0’’ and 172 pounds, the actor was more lean muscle than bulky. Plus, Tyler had been weary about packing on more muscle, not wanting to look too big, but the prospect of him having the lead role in movie was enough motivation for him to put a little on.

“I don’t wanna be annoying,” the small guy continued to gush, wide-eyed as he stared at the actor, “but I love your work and it’s so amazing to actually meet you! And at the gym I frequent, go figure.”

“Thanks,” Tyler muttered, pretending not to notice the other man checking out his chest muscles as they popped through the sweaty workout tee.

“Are you bulking up for a role?” the small guy asked.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s taking some time though. I’ve been at it for about two weeks, and I’ve only put on one pound.” The director had stated that he wanted Tyler to put on around fifteen pounds, to begin with, and he was nowhere near the goal and it was starting to irk him.

“And you’re doing it all natural?” the guy asked. “No offense, but I would’ve thought that celebrities would have access to stuff that would help them bulk up real easily.”

The actor snorted. “That’s just TV stuff, Man,” he chuckled. “Plus, I don’t wanna take steroids.”

Tyler fought hard not to grimace at the mention of steroids, picturing warped men in his mind.

“I mean, if that’s your thing, then whatever. But I don’t wanna be so big that I can barely move around or even wear clothes. And that stuff shrinks your junk, I hear.”

The smaller man looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Yeah, I don’t know if that aesthetic would fit you,” he mused in thought. “I mean, I guess there really is only way to find out though.” He gave a playful wink.

Tyler Hoechlin chuckled again and shook his head. “I highly doubt…” He trailed off when a shiver traveled up his spine, leaving electrifying tingles traveling throughout his limbs. His vision started to shift and it looked as if the gym was melting away right before his eyes. The entire experience was so quick that Tyler barely had time to register what was happening before it was finished.

One second the actor had been working out at the gym, and the next he was standing backstage somewhere. There was a crowd that could be heard and an announcer droning on about something that he couldn’t quite make out immediately.

“Ugh,” Tyler moaned as he rubbed at his face. “What just happened?” As soon as the hunky actor lowered his arms, he started to notice that something else was wrong. 

His arms had collided with lats in an unfamiliar way, and when he looked down at himself, Tyler was stunned to see nothing but incredibly large pecs and the tips of nubby nipples protruding off them. Panicking, the stud looked around the rest of his body, seeing large traps that surrounded his head and wildly broad shoulders that stretched on. His arms had inflated to drastic sizes, his biceps looking like the size of bowling balls and feeling painstaking inflexible as they hung akimbo at his sides. He couldn’t see them very well over his cresting pecs, but Tyler could feel thighs pressing against each other due to their unnatural girth. He took a tentative step forward, blushing at how his usual confidant gait had morphed into an impeded waddle. His much larger asscheeks jiggled with every step and he could feel the fabric of whatever he was wearing getting sucked deeper into their massive crevice. What was weirder was that he felt like there was something else wrong that he felt when he walked, he just couldn’t pinpoint it.

Tyler was so freaked out over what was happening that he didn’t notice a bodybuilder exiting the stage and clapping him on a broadened, tanned shoulder. “Good luck out there, Hoechlin,” the unknown man told him, furthering his confusion.

Before he could say anything or ask for help, Tyler heard the announcer a lot more clearly. “And now for our next competitor, weighing in at an impressive 325 pounds, super heavyweight bodybuilder Tyler Hoechlin!” the announcer boomed.

On cue, Tyler felt his muscled legs propel him forward without any thought of his own. The former actor turned bodybuilder waddled out onto the stage, hearing the roaring crowd explode with applause as he walked to the center.

He wanted to run, humiliated that such a large crowd of men was seeing him in such a bulky and unnatural form, but instead of fleeing, Tyler felt himself smile widely. Then he threw his arms up into the air and formed a double biceps pose, flexing his massive biceps for the roaring crowd. He had no idea why he’d done that, but the new muscleman only continued to grin and show off his large biceps that put watermelons to shame.

Tyler felt his arms drop and then he turned around, presenting his back to the crowd. He playfully flexed his massive asscheeks, feeling them consume the back of his posers, making it look like the bulky stud was wearing a tiny thong.

Tyler screamed on the inside when he caught sight of himself flexing on the screen that was behind the stage, his eyes honing in on the minuscule bulge his posers contained. Instead of a girthy package, his junk looked hilariously small, looking as if he were smuggling a walnut in his posers. He didn’t want to know what his cock looked like when free of his posers, automatically envisioning it being some tiny nub that barely poked out from his trimmed bush.

Tyler felt his hands position themselves on his hips before forming a back lat spread pose, showcasing how wide and thick his back muscles were. He had no idea how he knew what the pose was, let alone how to correctly perform it. However, the stud was distraught when he desperately tried to think back to his time on the set of Teen Wolf or Superman & Lois, only to come up with a blank. Instead of acting, Tyler saw himself pursuing bodybuilding, aiming to become bigger and bigger and not caring how small the steroids he took made his cock.

He turned back around to face the crowd, pursing his lips flirtatiously as he started to form an abdominal and thigh pose, shoving his pelvis forward and effectively revealing to the crowd just how little he was working with now. As he showed off his vast form to the cheering crowd, Tyler could feel his heart speed up in his inflated chest, actually getting turned on.

He screamed on the inside, but the bodybuilder onstage only bounced his massive pecs for the crowd, basking in their cheers.

Tyler then bent over and formed a most muscular pose, feeling his nub get rock hard in his posers— but he was so tiny that no one could tell that all. His pathetic nub didn’t tent the pouch of his posers one bit.

In that instant, new memories filtered into the panicked stud’s mind, letting him know just how different his life was now. The bodybuilder loved to show off his massive form to anyone who was willing to look, especially men. He could barely find any clothes that fit over his bulky muscles, not that he cared. His new boyfriend, Dylan O’Brien (who loved to fuck his muscled bubblebutt), could only get him to wear a shirt if it were tight spandex, and his shorts had to be so small that they were borderline underwear. Tyler lived in the gym, working out religiously in order to grow his massive muscles, dreaming of being the biggest bodybuilder in the world. The entire time he grew his bulk, Tyler’s dick shrank smaller and smaller, further fueling the new bodybuilder’s humiliation.

But Tyler loved to show off. He got so turned on by being on display, loving it when men would comment about the massive muscleman with the microdick. Being on stage and flexing for random strangers was as good as sex, as was evident by his throbbing nub as he showed off.

“Uggh!” Tyler moaned loudly, shuddering, as he came onstage. Luckily for him, his cock was so tiny that no one in the crowd could tell that his puny nub had shot out a meager load. The only indication was the beet red complexion Tyler’s face had, and the tiny wet mark on the front of his posers.

“What an impressive set by super heavyweight Tyler Hoechlin!” the announcer boomed, letting the altered hunk know that his set was finished. “That one’s gonna be hard to beat!”

Tyler waved a muscled arm to the crowd and waddled off stage, still trying to piece together just what had happened to him. One second he was an actor bulking up for a role in the gym, and the next he’s some massive bodybuilder with a tiny dick cumming onstage at a competition. He was beyond humiliated over what he’d become… but so turned on. His heart was still racing with excitement and even though he was no longer onstage, Tyler’s pecs still twitched.

“Hey there, Tyler!” a small voice cheerfully called out, and the small guy with glasses from the gym walked over to the new bodybuilder. “That was a hot debut. And it looks like you enjoyed it too. Sorry about how small your dick is now though. It’s what? Four? Three inches?”

Tyler immediately connected the dots and knew that the nerdy guy was behind his transformation. He wanted to pummel the smaller man and demand that he be changed back. However, none of that occurred.

Instead, Tyler puffed his muscled chest out with pride. “It’s only one and half inches,” he guffawed. “But who needs that tiny thing when I got these big, sexy muscles.” He lifted a barely flexible arm and flexed a massive bicep in front of the smaller man’s grinning face.

“So I guess you like this more than being an actor?” he teased.

Tyler wanted to say that he hated being a massive bodybuilder with a microdick. He wanted to be changed back, to be his normal self. Instead, he felt himself shake his head and laugh. “No way, Little Man,” the muscleman boasted. “I love being a bodybuilder!” To emphasize his point, the inflated Tyler Hoechlin flexed his massive arms above his head, his tiny nub throbbing all over again.

Poor Superman was hit by one of Lex Luthor’s shrink rays… but it only hit his head.