One Of My Favorite Studs: Brad Rowe; And He Looks So Hot With Little In Front But A Lot In The Back!

One of my favorite studs: Brad Rowe; and he looks so hot with little in front but a lot in the back!

Brad was at home taking a shower, rinsing off the sweat from his workout. After rinsing his blond hair, the bodybuilder looked around for his body wash, not able to locate his usual brand. For some reason, there was an unknown pink bottle in the shower with him. Shrugging his massive shoulders, he figured that he must’ve forgotten purchasing the new brand when he’d last gone to the store. 

He squirted some of the pink goop onto his washcloth, not thinking twice when there was a slight shimmer to it.

The body wash smelt of bubblegum and when he lathered it up against his smooth, muscled body, it tingled in a way that made him rock hard.

“Oh fuck,” the bodybuilder moaned as he rubbed the tingling suds all over his massive chest, his head rolling back when his beefy hands ran over his hardening nipples. 

He tensed up as soon as the hot shower water rinsed his chest clean, shooting his load all over the tiled wall.

“Damn,” he breathed, shaking his head in wonder over where that orgasm had come from. Chucking to himself, Brad finished up his shower and turned off the water, stepping out and over to the fogged up mirror.

He wiped at the condensation on the mirror to go about his usual hygiene routine. The cooler air outside of the shower felt good on his skin and he could feel his nipples harden again as they cooled off. It was odd to the muscle man since never before had his nipples ever had any sort of feeling to them.

Brad didn’t pay attention to them until the mirror cleared up and he gained an uninterrupted view of his chest.

“Shit!” the bodybuilder loudly gasped as his eyes bulged out of his skull, honing in on the large nubs that stood off his chest.

His previously small nipples had grown to the width of silver dollars and they stuck off his chest by at least an inch. They were so thick that they resembled pencil erasures and they still had a slight tingling in them, making the stunned bodybuilder’s cock twitch despite his panic.

“Wh-what happened?” Brad worried, a shaky hand moving upwards to hesitantly poke at one of the enlarged nubs. “OOOhhhh!” As soon as he made contact, his cock went rock hard and his knees buckled at the insane surge of pleasure that washed over him. Brad had to grab a hold of the counter to keep from toppling over as his cock started to leak precum, his huge nips feeling as if they were on fire with need.

Once his head cleared, panic began to fill the bodybuilder as he couldn’t stop staring at his enlarged nipples which would be close to impossible to hide, especially with their exaggerated sensitivity. He thought of going to hospital or calling his manager— anything to figure out how to fix his warped body.

The muscled hunk hurried to his bedroom to get dressed so that he could rush out to find someone who could help him. He unfortunately discovered that getting dressed was difficult with his new additions. When he put on his shorts, his bowling ball sized biceps kept brushing up against his erect nips, making him moan like a bitch in heat and spasm as he came. But his shirt was even worse. He tugged on a red t-shirt, his moan morphing into a heated shriek as he came again, a large wet spot visible on his shorts. Once he stopped, he was left panting to see that his larger nipples looked like a pair of thumbs poking against the cotton, easily visible for any passerby.

Brad took a hesitant step towards the door, the swaying motion from his gait causing the fabric of his shirt to rub up against his nipples, making him shoot another load into his shorts.  “OOooohh!” he moaned, growing red with embarrassment over how uncharacteristically vocal he now was when he came.

Unable to make it three steps before a seismic orgasm overcame him, the bodybuilder tore the shirt away from him, his huge sensitive nipples standing out in the air for all the see as he hurried out of his house.

Love this, especially his new jaw!

Tyler Hoechlin (American, Actor) - muscle morph

Brad Rowe shuffled through his duffel bag, looking for his board shorts and t-shirt. The bodybuilder and a few of his friends from the gym had come to Muscle Beach to chill and flex for a few onlookers. However, now it was starting to get late and the straight bodybuilder was ready to head home.

“Hey, have any of you seen my clothes?” Brad asked his friends, turning his bag upside down to shake the contents out. There was another pair of speedos— a red one that was the same small size of the blue ones he wore, a pair that he couldn’t remember packing earlier. There was also some protein bars, bottled water, and even his phone charger. However, the muscle man couldn’t find his shorts or shirt. He frowned as he looked through the bag one more time, his massive form only covered by the skimpy blue speedos he’d worn to the beach as a dare, joking that he could get more attention in the tiny fabric than his friends, which he did.

The other three in his group were already dressed in their clothes and the older one, Larkin, cocked his eyebrow at Brad. “Your clothes?” he asked, sounding really confused. “You’re wearing them.”

Brad gave out a fake laugh. “No really,” he grunted, looking all around the changing room that was attached to the restrooms at the beach for his clothes. His tiny speedos were really tight, so much that the sides of his cock and balls were visible if one stared at the right angle, and the back was starting to slip between his large ass cheeks.

Everyone else just stared at him blankly, each one looking confused at the hunk’s words.

“It’s getting late, Brad,” Larkin groaned, “stop playin’ around so we can get going.”

Brad wanted to argue some more, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the words seemed to vanish. “O-okay,” he numbly muttered, shoving the spilled contents back into his duffel bag before trailing behind the group.

The three bodybuilders in front wore modest board shorts and billowy t-shirts that shielded their massive forms from lusting eyes. Brad’s face turned red as he followed, clad only in his tiny speedos. He felt the back of them slip between his shifting cheeks, and the pouch containing his cock kept bouncing back and forth as his wide thighs maneuvered past each other. The evening breeze that blew over the beach was a little chilly, and Brad’s nipples grew hard, sticking out in front of him for all to see.

He knew that this was wrong, that something was up. The group left the beach and began to walk down the sidewalk to where they’d parked their cars. Even with the beach out of sight, no one seemed to look at the speedo-clad bodybuilder in an off way. Brad’s face was beet red as he walked. He wanted to say something, wanted to cover himself up somehow, but for some reason, whenever he thought about it, he knew that he never wore anything more than a tiny speedo so that he could show off as much of his massive muscles as possible.

“Lookin’ good, Sexy!” a guy called from his sports car as he drove past the group, eying Brad’s nearly naked form.

Brad’s face heated up even more, especially when he felt his cock start to twitch with the idea of people lusting after his displayed form. It didn’t take long for his nine inch cock to spring itself free of the tiny speedos, waving out in front of him for all to see.

“Fuck!” he hissed as he tried to cover himself up.

“Why so modest all of a sudden?” Larkin teased him from up front. “You always show off. Why stop now?”

Brad wanted to deny it, to plead to his friends that something was terribly wrong. Something had happened to him, he knew it. But again, for some inane reason, he also knew that Larkin was right. Fog clouded his mind and Brad winced as he had flashes of memories showing him never wearing anything more than a tiny speedo, whether it be at the gym, at the mall, the movie theater, even restaurants. His body was always on display and people loved to gawk.

And, as was evident by his throbbing cock, Brad loved it when people looked.

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Brad Rowe blushed when he saw Gabe waiting for him on the pier, the latter looking cross for some reason. The bodybuilder gulped loudly as he approached the smaller man.

“H-hello, Gabe,” he barely whispered, already fearing the worst.

The smaller man looked the bodybuilder up and down, noting his red shorts and tank top. “You didn’t get permission to wear that, Brad,” Gabe tsked, even going so far as to wag his finger at the paling muscle man.

“W-well, I thought th-that…” the bodybuilder stumbled over his words, knowing that he’d fucked up and had made Gabe angry. He’d known that Gabe had wanted him to wear just the tiny thong that’d been left at his place, but he couldn’t bring himself to wear such a demeaning piece of clothing. He’d figured that he’d compromise with a modestly revealing outfit.

Gabe narrowed his eyes at him and Brad felt that fearfully familiar tingle wash over him.

“W-wait!” he tried to cry out when he felt his center of gravity shift. Slowly, Brad’s body began to shrink.  However, the more he stared at his shortening stature, the hunk was horrified to realize that it wasn’t a proportional shrinking.  Instead of maintaining his usual muscle physique, he appeared to be compressing down, all of his years’ worth of muscle piling up on each other.  His long arms pulled inwards, his biceps puffing up until they forced his limbs out at an awkward angle.  His legs followed suit, his quads and calves inflating as they shorted, making the man to adopt a wider stance.  His clothes stretched to the limit as they struggled to contain his widening frame, giving the mortified hunk an outlined view of his cock which also pulled into his body, transforming into a little nub.  With a whine of panic, Brad instantly reached for his puny member, only to bristle in shocked annoyance when his bulky, short arms were virtually inflexible due to their new mass, prohibiting him from reaching his new nub which probably wasn’t even two inches big.  Even Brad’s torso compressed too.  His flat six-pack pushed out slightly as his stomach scrunched down.  His pecs inflated outwards as well, nearly blocking his view of the rest of his midgetized body.  Had the funhouse mirror not been close by, Brad wouldn’t have noticed his bubble butt push outwards from his altered body, forming a near perfect shelf from his broadened back.

When the dizziness passed and his head began to clear, Brad’s jaw dropped… and his chin automatically brushed up against his protruding pecs.  The hunk stared wide-eyed at his altered frame in the mirror.  He had to only be about three and half feet tall now, having lost nearly half of his height, but none of his weight.  His arms stuck out akimbo from his bulky torso.  He even tried to take a step forward, blushing profusely at the way his new thighs rolled over each other as his walk was reduced to a waddle.

Gabe nodded to himself. “I think you’ll stay like this for the day,” he teased.

“Yes, Sir,” Brad mumbled, wincing at his higher octave voice. Ever since he’d ran afoul Gabe at the gym, the warlock had it out for him, taking pleasure in humiliating the bodybuilder every chance he could get.

Last week, Brad had walked around looking like a twink with barely any muscle mass on his tiny frame, the week before that his head was the size of a plum, and before that his ass looked like two yoga balls had been attached to his back. The bodybuilder was surprised that he could even feel any semblance of humiliation still after all that’s happened to him.

“Why don’t you go flex on the beach with the other muscle men?” Gabe suggested.

Brad felt the wind blow over him and he looked over in one of the fun mirrors to see his warped body wearing a bright red poser. The back of the poser was hidden between his puffed out ass cheeks and the front pouch was a little loose as it blocked his shortened cock from view.

“Yes, Sir,” Brad squeaked again, waddling off the pier towards the beach, trying to get the hang of maneuvering with his compressed musculature. He just hoped that one day Gabe would forgive him and set him free and let him stay in his normal body.

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Bodybuilder Brad Rowe relaxed by the pool, soaking in the sun as he lied back on the chair. He’d been given a fancy room at the hotel where the bodybuilding competition was set to take place, and it included full use of the pool, which the hunk took full advantage of.

Brad had just finished his work out for the day and had thought that relaxing by the water was the perfect way to unwind. The pool area was surprisingly empty, so the muscle man enjoyed the silence and the calming warmth that greeted him. Since he was expected to show off his muscled body the next day, the bodybuilder had brought some sunscreen with him to avoid getting burned.

His new assistant had given it to him. It was supposed to be some fancy sunscreen from Europe or wherever. He couldn’t read the language that was written on the blue bottle, but there was a cartoonish picture of a bear on the front that was flashing a thumb’s up.

The bodybuilder squirted some of the sunscreen into his palms, lathering up his large muscles. It smelt a little bit like musk, making him scrunch up his nose, but his assistant had sworn by it, saying that it would quote: “Change his life”. How sunscreen could do that, Brad had no clue. However, he didn’t want to get any points deducted from the competition over something as stupid as a sunburn, so he continued to smear the smelly substance all over his muscles.

The musky smell settled into the air around Brad, and he even started to get used to it. The muscle man closed his eyes as he relaxed underneath the hot sun, feeling little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In fact, the rest of his body started to feel all the more sweaty and grimy, making him grimace.

There was a slight itching on his chest, and the bodybuilder scratched at it, his eyes springing open at what he felt.

“What the…?” Brad Rowe trailed off as he looked down at his chest, marveling at the sprinkling of dark hairs that were across his bulging pecs. Even before he’d started bodybuilding, Brad wasn’t a hairy man, so the hairs that had somehow spouted out of nowhere was a shock to see. However, it became an even bigger shock when he saw that they were growing at a rapid rate and spreading across the rest of his limbs.

Brad shot out of his seat in disbelief, unable to comprehend how his body hair could just grow out of nowhere like it was now. As soon as he was on his feet, the bodybuilder’s stomach fell as he felt an unfamiliar jiggle. 

“What the fuck!” he cried out in shock as he watched as his chiseled abs, from underneath a dense forest of hair, start to disappear. His six pack gradually turned into a four pack, then two, and then finally nothing. Then even that started to bulge outward as his hairy gut inflated. He grabbed at it in shock, noting how he could feel the hard muscle underneath it, letting him know that it was more akin to a roidgut than just fat.

Panicking, Brad Rowe looked around the pool for someone who could potentially help him. The musky scent of the lotion increased, and as the inflating, hairy bodybuilder took a step, he gasped at how heavy his footsteps felt. He saw that the rest of his body was starting to puff out like his growing gut. 

His legs packed on more meat, his thighs growing even more closer together to support the weight of his jiggling bubblebutt which rounded and jutted out from his backside. His muscled arms lost definition as a thick layer of fat grew over them, which were covered by thick hair. His pecs inflated some more and rested on the large gut that jutted out in front of him. All the while, that musky stench wafted off of the inflating muscle man in waves.

By the time he was done growing, the muscled man stood in shock, staring at his beefy, hairy body in horror. He had no clue what had just happened to him. He’d been cut and shredded one second, and then the next he had packed on weight like it was an extreme offseason and had grown crazy amounts of body hair. His hairy gut was so big that it even obscured the sight of his speedos, making it look like he wasn’t even wearing anything at the pool.

And the musky smell that wafted off of him was insanely strong, making him scrunch up his nose in disgust.

“There you are, Brad!” his scrawny assistant called out as he ran over to him. “Your manager called and said that we have to do your photoshoot now. So let’s get to your room so you can change.”

Brad Rowe couldn’t believe what was happening. There was no way he could take his competition photos in his inflated, hairy body. He held his larger arms out to show off his new bearish form. “B-but!” he stuttered.

His assistant mock-frowned as he fanned at the air in front of his nose. “Phew!” he teased. “Maybe we should get you in the shower first, Big Guy.”

Brad wanted to argue, to say that something horrible had happened to him, but the second his smaller assistant grabbed him by the hand, he lost his words.

The inflated bodybuilder waddled behind the smaller man as they entered the hotel. Blush formed on his face as he realized that he was parading his new beefy form in just tiny little speedos, the backs of which had wedged between his larger ass cheeks. His hairy gut jutted out in front of him, having a little bounce to it with every movement. Worst was the disgusted and sometimes lustful stares he received from the other men in the hotel lobby as they sniffed the air around him, taking in the overpowering musky smell that stuck to him.

Brad struggled to comprehend what had just happened to him, too freaked out over his new body to read the sign that he and his assistant passed which read: MUSCLEBEAR COMPETITION!