Headshrinking Is My Favorite Photo Edit To Do, So Of Course Ian Had To Get One.

Headshrinking is my favorite photo edit to do, so of course Ian had to get one.

story idea: a guy’s butt grows as he tells lies, pinocchio style. He has some career where he has to lie all the time so it becomes a huge problem for him

"Hey there, Big Guy," Ethan smiled as he walked up to the skinny guy who'd just entered the gym. A large smile was on his handsome face as he approaches his new potential victim for his new protein powder which was really just Similac. Still, Ethan was making hundreds with his scheme, and in order to up the ante, he made sure to work out shirtless to show off his impeccable musculature; this was complimented with tight spandex leggings that clearly showed that he never skipped legs. 

The smaller guy shyly smiled back. "Oh hey there, Ethan," he said in a quiet voice. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to see if you'd be interested in buying this new protein powder," Ethan said, shuffling into his gym bag and pulling out the container of his special brand. "I swear this stuff will increase your gains like crazy."

Ethan winced when he felt his glutes tense up, followed by a subtle burning sensation as if he'd just finished tons of squats. He shook the odd feeling away and continued to smile down at the unsuspecting nerd. 

"I dunno..." the nerdy guy muttered, rubbing the back of his neck in uncertainty. "I'm just here to stay healthy."

Ethan gave a little laugh and crossed his thick arms in front of his muscled chest, puffing out his pecs with power. "Come on," he playfully teased. "See these muscles? I owe 'em all to this powder."

Again, that odd sensation returned, but this time, Ethan swore that his spandex pants felt a little tighter. He wanted to make this sale, so he shook it off and went on.

"If you start taking three scoops of this powder before every workout, then I promise you'll see gains in no time..." Ethan trailed off when his ass tingled even stronger now.

The stud over his broad shoulder in confusion, paling at the giant ass that was attached to him. His formerly perky bubble butt had somehow inflated to nearly three times its normal size. It pulled away from him at such a severe degree that it looked like it could form a perfect shelf from his back. Even worse was the way his new rear jiggled when he moved his hips.

"Wha-what happened?" Ethan gasped, stepping away from the nerd and hurriedly running off, his enormous ass bouncing noticeably behind him for all to see. Now the entire gym knew to avoid offers from the dude with the big butt, effectively ruining his money making schemes.

I don't watch a lot of Marvel, but I might have to now!

His buddy is looking at him, wondering why he didn't read the side effects on that new pre-workout.

I-is this real? I hope so. If I were his driver, you better believe I would be going every pothole and speed bump I could find!

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Peter just had to mouth off at the gym, calling one of the musclemen a "Roided up simpleton".

Over the next few days, the pompous werewolf was surprised to find himself packing on pounds of bulky muscle, complete with a protruding roid gut. All of his clothes were skintight, and despite the initial panic that he'd felt, Peter was finding himself unable to do anything but admire his vast form in the mirror as time went on. If anything, he was forgetting being a trimmed guy at all, only able to think about lifting, posing, and showing off for Stiles.

Speaking of, his boyfriend Stiles, was trying to find a cure, scanning through a magical book as Peter flexed his massive pecs.

"You're really getting big, Peter," Stiles told him, a concerned yet turned on tone in his voice. "I think I might have a lead on how I can help you fix this."

"Sounds good, Bruh," Peter laughed in his deep voice. "I'm getting so fuckin' swole! I already topped 300 pounds this morning. Check how huge these guns are!" Peter, a dim grin on his face, performed a double biceps pose, the fabric of his button down shirt ripping to shreds with the action. "Come and feel 'em, Little Man." He coyly bent forward and flexed his exposed mountain of muscle in front of his boyfriend's shocked face.

Stiles immediately tossed the magic book to the floor. "Maybe we can see if you can top 400 pounds!" he drooled as he ran admiring hands over Peter's bulging bicep.