Brad Rowe Blushed When He Saw Gabe Waiting For Him On The Pier, The Latter Looking Cross For Some Reason.

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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“Brad!” Mr. Clemmons hummed from the lawn chair he was lounging on.

The bodybuilder swallowed nervously and stepped forward, his tiny speedo so small that his permanently hard cock started to poke out the top already.  “Yes, Sir?” Brad Rowe answered, standing nervously under the gaze of his master.

Mr. Clemmons waved his empty glass in front of the muscle man. “Get me another long island iced tea,” he yawned.

“Yes, Sir,” Brad said as he grabbed the empty glass and waddled inside the house towards the bar. His larger thighs kept rolling over one another, and his movement caused his cock to emerge fully from his tiny speedo that he was forced to wear all the time— not that he could see it. Brad’s pecs were so large that they formed a shelf from his chest, preventing him from seeing his lower body without the use of a mirror.

As he was making the drink for his master, Brad kept cursing to himself about how he’d managed to get himself into this situation. He’d received a notification on his Instagram, asking for a private flexing session. At first he was going to refuse until he saw that he was being offered some serious money. Unfortunately, once Brad showed up to Mr. Clemmons mansion, his life changed forever.

The formerly 235-lb. bodybuilder was now a walking musclemorph, with his over-inflated muscles making him top off at 307-lbs. Most of the muscle was concentrated in his bubble butt and huge muscletits, making him look curvy. Worst of all was his permanently erect cock, which made him feel horny all the time. No matter how much he hated his situation, he couldn’t help but lust after the older man who’d done this him. Brad hated every second of his new life, but couldn’t help but look forward to the times whenever Mr. Clemmons fucked him, his internal wiring reworked to make it so that he couldn’t cum without the older man’s cock inside of him.

Brad returned to the backyard, handing Mr. Clemmons his drink.  “Here you go, Sir,” he said.

Mr. Clemmons took a small sip and lowered his sunglasses.

Brad felt his inflated form waddle further into the middle of the backyard without his say-so, which was an unfortunate common occurrence here. He turned around and faced the older man, putting his hands on his waist and performed a front lat pose.  His hyper musculature bulged with power as he showed off his vast form, feeling a smile forcing itself onto his face.

“I know you like to show off for me,” Mr. Clemmons commented, a smirk deep on his face.  “Keep at it for a while and then you can finish with whatever’s on the barbecue. I think you have about fifteen minutes.”

Brad wanted to run and hide, his cock was painfully hard and bobbing in front of him as he maneuvered to perform a side chest pose. Through each pose and movement, he kept grinning and fought hard to ignore the tiny voice in the back of his head that begged to be fucked by Mr. Clemmons.

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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!

Brad Rowe studied himself in the mirror one final time, running his eyes up and down his impeccable form that was tanned and contest ready.

“Ready to kill it out there?” one of his friendlier competitors, Alan, asked him. The other bodybuilder was massive, clad in just a red poser that popped out noticeably against his tanned skin. His muscles were rippling and looked like he’d spent incredible amounts of time in the gym in order to grow them to their incredible size.

Brad ran a nervous eye over Alan, suddenly feeling inadequate next to the other bodybuilder. Sure Brad was solid with hard-earned muscle, but he looked much smaller when he stood next to Alan.

“What?” Alan asked him, picking up on his friend’s nerves.

Brad shook his head and chuckled a little, trying to get over his envy. “It’s just, shit, you look so fuckin’ massive!” he laughed and then gestured at himself. “I think I can only try for second now. Kinda makes me wish I had a bigger body.” He tried to laugh at the end of his statement, but his jealousy was clearly evident in his expression.

Alan chewed on his lower lip for a second before perking up. “Gimme a sec,” he bellowed and waddled off.  It didn’t take long for him to return, handing Brad a little cup of water that looked like some Alka-Seltzer had been dropped into it.

“What’s this?” Brad asked, cocking his eyebrow at the offered drink.

Alan smirked. “It’s something some guys use,” he smiled. “It’ll make your body look HUGE.”

“Kinda late…” Brad mumbled, but wanting to be nice to his buddy, chugged down the drink in under a couple of seconds. The bubbles tickled his throat as it went down and the extreme carbonation made him a little lightheaded. He let out a loud burp.

The announcer shouted out that it was time for the competitors to line up to head out on stage.

“See ya out there!” Alan said as he waddled over towards the stage.

Brad took a step forward, but the dizziness in his head intensified. He felt like he was about to topple over and had to steady himself against the wall in order to catch his breath.

“Damn, what the hell?” he grunted as he tried to take a deep breath.

He blinked the stars out of his vision and let out another burp, the gas from the fizzy drink building up in his gut. His sight returned and his eyes went wide when he saw his muscles actually starting to grow right in front of his eyes.

The bodybuilder held out both of his jacked arms in front of him, smiling widely in disbelief as he saw them grow in size, appearing to get larger and larger with each passing second. Even his chest pushed out, his pecs pushing farther away from him and jutting out far enough to block his view of his lower body. His heart raced in his now-enormous chest and Brad couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt as he watched his muscles pump up right before his eyes as if he were a balloon being inflated. The drink that Alan had given him had actually worked!

“I can’t believe it worked— what the fuck?!” Brad squeaked, going deathly white when he heard the chipmunk-sounding voice that escaped from his mouth. It was so high-pitched that it sounded as if the muscle man had been huffing on helium.

He reached up to rub at his throat, his head hurting as if felt like he had to focus all of his attention just to maneuver one massive limb. Once his hand was in front of his face, he yelped when he noticed that his palms were giant too, looking as if they were now the size of a workout plate.

The panicking bodybuilder shifted his line of sight back towards the mirror that he’d been standing in front of earlier, gasping at what he saw.

“What happened to me?!” he squeaked in his comical voice as he stared at his new body. His muscles were their same size; they hadn’t grown a single inch. Instead, the bodybuilder stared in horror at his head which had shrank down to the size of a plum.

He looked ridiculous with such a tiny head attached to his massive bodybuilder frame, throwing his proportions all out of sync. It made his body look enormous by comparison, Brad reddening when he realized what Alan had done to him.

“That son of a bitch!” he growled in his chipmunk voice. He tried to stomp over to the stage where everyone else was, but his body felt so heavy and giant that it was hard just to move. He had to focus all of his attention whenever he picked up a muscled leg and stepped forward, careful not to topple over.

“Brad Rowe!” one of the workers called out. “You’re about to be called up on stage! Are you ready?” Footsteps sounded out and one of the employees walked back, dropping his clipboard in shock when he saw Brad and his tiny head.

“You have to help me!” Brad shouted, cupping his hands in front of his entire head to amplify his small voice. “Call a doctor!”

The employee ran disbelieving eyes up and down Brad’s form. “Whoa, Dude,” he mused. “You’re massive!”

Brad wanted to argue, but looked back into the mirror again. His body looked totally giant when his tiny head was taken into consideration. His muscles were massive, and with a plum-sized head, they’d only look all the more bigger.

“A-are you ready to go onstage?” the employee repeated.

All of the fear drained out of Brad and he threw both of his giant arms up in the air, performing a double biceps pose. His small head nearly disappeared behind all the flexed muscle. “Yeah!” he squeaked. “…I just need some help getting to the stage.”

Brad huffed as he lifted up the bright pink barbell that weighed close to nothing. It was made of lightweight plastic and even though it was perfect size for him, it did absolutely nothing to help out his workouts.

“Hold that pose!” Matt ordered, his voice booming even though he was speaking at a normal register.

Brad, although he was cursing on the inside, forced a smile onto his face and made it look as if the Barbie prop was extremely heavy for him. The flash of the camera flickered and he tossed the plastic to the the floor of the hamster cage he was in.

Matt mock-frowned. “Aww, what’s wrong, Little Guy?” he teased.

Brad looked up at the guy who seemed more like a skyscraper from his new position. The seven inch tall bodybuilder just glared and fought with every fiber of his being not to say or do anything that would piss off his master. “Nothing,” he squeaked in his chipmunk sounding voice, having to shout just so that the giant could hear him.

“That’s what I thought,” Matt huffed. “Now get on the wheel so we can take some pictures of you doing cardio.” 

It wasn’t bad enough that Matt had shrank the formally 5’9’’ bodybuilder to just seven inches tall, but he forced him to live in a tiny hamster cage with lots of plastic toys that resembled workout equipment for dolls. He’d take pictures and post them on his blog, the followers taking enjoyment in seeing Brad being humiliated and treated like he was an insignificant rodent.

“C’mon!” Brad whined in his squeaky voice, already turning red at the thought of those embarrassing pictures floating around online.

The cage opened up and a massive hand reach inside and picked up Brad by the back of his shirt. 

Brad felt dizzy as the room whirred around him as he was lifted up, being brought up right in front of his master’s enormous face. “If you’re not gonna behave, then I suppose I could always flush you,” Matt taunted. He stomped through the house which looked like an entire town from Brad’s tiny perspective. He entered the bathroom and in a quick flick of his wrist, tossed Brad into the enormous porcelain toilet.

Brad spurted as he resurfaced, splashing around in the toilet water as he tried to stay afloat. He kicked his tiny legs wildly and swam to the edge of the bowl, panicking when there was nothing for him to get a grip onto to steady himself.

“Now,” Matt taunted again, his fingers grazing the toilet handle, “are you gonna be a good pet and listen?”

Brad’s heart raced in his shrunken chest and he eagerly nodded as he treaded the toilet water. “Yes!” he screamed, his throat growing hoarse as he used all of his power to make double sure the giant could hear him.

“Good,” Matt smiled, fishing him out and quickly running him under the faucet at the sink.

Brad gasped for breath as he rested in the hands of the giant man who was now in complete control of his life. He was a seven inch tall bodybuilder, completely at the whim of the dominant man who was bent on humiliating him due to his puny size.

Once he was back in the hamster cage, he scurried over to the wheel and immediately jumped on it.

Matt grinned as he took a picture of the shrunken bodybuilder running on the hamster wheel, still wet from being in the toilet. He couldn’t wait to post these pictures online along with a blurb describing what he’d had to do in order to get his pet Brad to cooperate.

Offseason time was over and Brad Rowe worked hard to get cut so that every contour of his massive muscles was visible, especially when he was on stage and posing for the judges. He basked in the awed glances that shot his way whenever he was shredded, showing off his large abs that covered his v-shaped waist.

He’d been spending nearly everyday in the gym, working out to cut down his body fat to get in peak physical condition, and his progress was clearly evident in the cut muscles bulging out on his shredded form that garnered envy from numerous fellow bodybuilders.

Brad finished up his workout late on Friday night, staying long after every other patron had left, and waddled out of the locker room with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He passed by the in-house juice bar, his stomach gurgling since he’d been on a strict diet that had practically eliminated carbs.

“Hey Brad!” the employee, a smaller guy named Vince, waved at him. “Have a good workout?”

“You know it,” Brad smiled back, flexing a massive bicep for the little guy. “Competition’s in a  couple weeks and I’m well on my way to winning.”

Vince nodded. “Wanna post-workout shake?” he offered. “We got this new flavor and I was told to hand out samples.” He shuffled around with something under the counter before setting a styrofoam cup down onto it.

At first Brad was going to politely decline so he could stay within his caloric limits, but the gurgling in his flat, cobblestone-esque stomach resulted in him heading towards the counter. He picked up the cup and peeked inside at the dark blue, almost violet, mixture.

“What’s in it?” he wondered, frowning when he couldn’t see a nutrition label on the plain cup.

Vince scratched the back of his neck. “Um,” he paused, “if I remember the brochure correctly, it has a lot of potassium in it. Oh, and antioxidants since it’s blueberry-based.”

Brad cocked his eyebrow at the shake, continuing to study it.

“It’s low-calorie,” Vince hurriedly added.

The bodybuilder shrugged his broad shoulders and brought the cup to his lips, drinking the smoothie. It was sweet and the flavor of ripe blueberries seemed to overpower any other sort of flavor, but overall it was the most delicious shake he’d ever had. So much so that he’d finished the entire cup in under a few seconds.

“That was pretty good,” Brad mused, tossing the empty styrofoam cup into the nearby trashcan. “I might have to make that my regular.”

“Glad to hear that,” Vince grinned widely as he wiped down the counter.

Brad moved to wave goodbye to the smaller man when he paused and furrowed his brow in confusion. Upon closer inspection of his own beefy hand, his fingernails looked as if they’d been painted blue or a really deep purple.

“What the hell?” he wondered aloud in his deep, booming voice. Surely the muscle man would’ve remembered painting his fingernails such a deep and noticeable color, hence why he was frozen in spot as confusion flooded his senses.

“Everything okay, Big Guy?” Vince asked, covering his mouth as he tried to stifle a laugh.

Brad had to clear his throat twice in order to regain his voice as he struggled to comprehend what was happening, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and horror as he saw the blue-violet pigment of his fingers rapidly spreading down his fingers, to his hands, and up towards his torso until both of his chiseled arms were the purplish color. His heart racing in his chest, the purple bodybuilder looked over at Vince, wanting to ask for help when he spotted his reflection in the mirror behind the small man.

Brad’s stomach dropped when he stared at himself, his entire body from head to toe tinged a deep violet. “What the fuck just happened?!” he cried out, unable to break eye contact with his violet reflection. The sweet taste of blueberries still dominated his mouth and he swore that could still feel some of the juices left over from the fruit shake still on his tongue.

Brad started to feel funny, like there was some pressure building up inside of him. He put his hands on his stomach to ease the weird sensation, gasping loudly when he felt them get pushed further away from him as his gut expanded outwards.

“Fuck!” he roared out in shock as he watched his abs push out into a large, round roidgut-looking mass from his stomach. His shirt rode up his new gut, still feeling as if it were getting tighter and tighter by the second as his chest continued the inflation, his pecs rounding out as they pushed forward.

Vince watched the whole process, even propping his elbows on the counters as he watched the bodybuilder fill up with berry juice before him.

“Wh-what’s happening to me?!?” Brad panicked as he saw his body inflate so an obscene, round shape. His arms followed suit, feeling heavier by the moment as they packed on size. There was a loud rip as his bubble butt expanded and burst through the confines of his shorts, the purple globes rounding and filling up with so much juice that the bodybuilder stumbled a little bit as he tried to maintain balance. Brad felt uneasy on his inflating legs, noting the sloshing noises that he could hear inside his expanding gut as he moved, sounding like he was filled to the brim with sweet, blueberry juice.

His shirt finally gave way and the purple, naked bodybuilder gained an uninterrupted view of his expanding body. His gut and chest had pushed out and rounded so much that they gave him an almost spherical appearance. His arms and legs packed on so much weight that he stumbled backwards, landing on his back. Instead of staying flat, the new shape of his growing body caused Brad to rock back and forth, the sloshing noises echoing out throughout the gym as he moved.

“Help!” he yelled, flailing his heavy arms and legs as best as he could, quickly finding that they were virtually immobile due to their extreme girth and they way they kept colliding into his round torso. He began to fear that he’d pop, his purple skin feeling taut as he kept expanding.

“Relax, Blueberry Brad,” Vince tried to reassure him. “You won’t pop, but we will juice you so that we can create more blueberry shakes to sell at gyms around the area.”

Like a water balloon being filled, Brad watched his gut continue to push upwards as he rocked on his back, surprised that he was still growing. His torso expanded so much that it swallowed his neck, his inflated purple pecs firmly holding his chin in place and preventing him from turning his head. His arms were slowly getting engulfed by his girth, followed by his legs. Ultimately, it didn’t take long before Brad was lying on the gym floor, looking like his head was attached on a giant muscled blueberry. The muscle contours of his former body were visible if one squinted hard enough, but other than that, he was perfectly spherical.

He tried to wiggle his feet so he could try to run and get help, but his immense weight from the excess juice in him and the fact that his legs had been virtually consumed by his immense gut rendered the act useless. The taste of blueberries was still strong on his tongue and despite everything, Brad craved more of the sweet fruit, his stomach gurgling at the though of downing another shake.

Vince walked out from behind the counter and circled around the helpless bodybuilder. “Well, it looks like you’re just about done,” he commented, poking Brad’s hyperbolas gut, taking joy in the way it seemed like he was poking an over-inflated waterbed. “Let’s go juice you.”

He placed both of his hands on the over-inflated lat and pushed with all of his might, giving a small grunt as he shoved against the blueberry bodybuilder.

It wasn’t obvious under his purple pigment, but Brad furiously blushed as he felt himself being rolled across the gym floor like a gigantic yoga ball. As he rolled, he could hear the sloshing of the berry juices inside of him that had turned him into this humongous purple ball. He just hoped and prayed that after he got juiced, he would be back to normal.

[3 Weeks Later]

Brad stood at his locker in the locker room, changing into his workout clothes.

His friend, Ryan, entered the locker room and clapped a hand on Brad’s broad shoulder. “Hey Bro,” he said, “how’d your competition go the other day?”

Brad grimaced and rolled his eyes, shooting a glare at the other man. “How do you think it went?” he muttered under his breath.

A sheepish look crossed Ryan’s face and he looked away. “Sorry, Bro,” he murmured. “I, uh, I’ll see you later.”

Brad just grunted as he gave up on trying to pull his tank top on over his still deep purple skin, just tossing it into the trash. Even after he’d been juiced by Vince a few weeks ago, the bodybuilder was pissed to discover that his skin was stuck being a deep violet color. But that wasn’t as bad as the massive permanent roidgut he now possessed.

Despite being squeezed dry of any blueberry juice, apparently a side effect besides staying purple was being forced to keep a large muscle gut that stuck out far from the torso. Brad frowned as he looked at his side profile and saw that it looked like his gut was defying gravity with how round and how far it reached out. Driving was difficult with the huge thing in front of him, and he always had to lie down on his back now since the thing made lying on his front a thing of the past. Plus, his prominent gut stretching out preventing him from being able to wear a workout shirt since they never managed to fit over the huge mass. His large pecs rested on it and every so often, he would freeze in fear at the smallest sound of gushing juice, fearful that he was expanding again. But each and every time he’d look down, he’d be greeted with that distended purple ball that was his stomach, staying its same obscene size.

But the taste of blueberries would fill Brad’s mouth every so often and he’d have to force himself to not waddle over towards the juice bar to order another blueberry shake…