Here You Go, Sir, The Assistant Said As He Put On The Finishing Touches Of The Spray Tan.

“Here you go, Sir,” the assistant said as he put on the finishing touches of the spray tan.

“Thank you,” Brad said, admiring the assistant’s work. “You really saved my ass. I have no idea what happened to my usual guy. He just wouldn’t pick up his phone for some reason.” 

It was the day of one of the big bodybuilding competitions, and Brad’s usual guy who spray tanned him to make his muscles pop was nowhere to be found. He was lucky that one of his competitors was friendly enough to recommend the current guy to him, not giving out much information but just telling him that he’d send him his way.

“Don’t thank me yet, Big Guy,” the man said, slapping Brad on his broad back, rather hard.

Brad stiffened, not wanting there to be any handprints on his tan. He quickly turned around and looked in the mirror, confused when he saw what looked like a long, black zipper running down the broad expanse of his wide back. “What the hell is this?” he demanded. “Is this some sort of prank?”

“You’ll see,” the guy mysteriously said as his arm shot out at a rapid speed, yanking on the zipper to pull it downwards, effectively opening it.

Like the air had been punched out of him, Brad felt breathless for a brief moment and then felt as if his center of gravity was disturbed. His eyes widened in horror when he watched himself deflate like a balloon in the mirror, his body losing mass as it crumbled down onto the floor. He wasn’t able to move his body at all, and even if he had been, his back was so wide that there’d be no way he could reach the zipper and close it.

“What are you doing to me?!” he yelled, his voice getting muffled as he head began to deflate and flop over onto itself. The rest of his body collapsed in on itself until he was pile of freshly tanned skin lying on the hotel floor.

“Just wait and see,” the man taunted, stepping forward and grabbed a hold of the deflated Brad. 

Brad was shocked as he watched in the mirror as the man stepped inside the hole created by the zipper. He could feel him squirming around inside of him, fitting inside of his massive body as if it were a glove designed specifically for the unknown guy. He tried to yell, tried to fight back, but it was as if he were completely paralyzed and helpless to do anything at all that wasn’t the man’s will.

“There we are!” he heard his own voice cheerfully announce.

He winced internally as he watched his own body hold its massive, muscled arms out like it was showing itself off. He even did a three-sixty turn in front of the mirror, the man inside of him demonstrating that he had completely control over all of his actions. Apparently that control extended to his voice as well as he tried to cuss him out or even beg for his body back, but was unable to do anything expect watch and feel his own body move beyond his control.

“You know, once the other guys heard that Brad Rowe was competing, a lot of them thought that they’d lose considering how impressive your body is,” the man inside of him made him say out loud. He pulled his poser away from his body to check out his cock. “Really impressive actually.”

Brad mustered all of his inner strength to fight back, but it was useless. He couldn’t do anything with the man inhabiting his body as if he were a suit.

“But,” the man made him say, a devious gleam in his eye, “I doubt you’ll win the competition if you go on stage in front of all those judges and do this…” He saw himself turn around and bend over. Making sure to glance over his broad shoulder, Brad’s heart fell when he felt and saw his body yank down his poser to flash his tight hole to the mirror. “Maybe we’ll even finger ourself? I haven’t decided yet, it depends on how much I enjoy your body. Thanks for it by the way.”

Brad screamed internally, but was silent as the man forced a smile onto his face and made him strut out of the hotel room and towards the convention area where he knew he’d be humiliated in front of the entire crowd.

He passed by a fellow competitor in the hallway and winked at him.

“Hey, why don’t you swing by my room afterwards?” he heard himself ask. “You can feel how powerful my glutes are.”

“Hey there, Brad!” Antoine Valliant called as he saw fellow bodybuilder, Brad Rowe, walk into the locker room. 

He cocked his eyebrow when it became clear to him that Brad wasn’t so much as walking as he was sauntering in an almost seductive way. The blond bodybuilder swished his hips back and forth, his large bubble butt swaying behind him like he was trying to use it to attract attention. There was even a noticeable arch to his back, causing the muscle man to stick his large pecs out further in front of him as he moved. Antoine knew that Brad didn’t mind whenever people looked at him, but to walk like a giant billboard was definitely out of the ordinary for him.

Brad Rowe perked up and his large smile formed on his face, but it seemed to contradict his panicked eyes which had an almost pleading look to them.

“Oh heeyyyy, Antoine!” Brad gushed in an odd voice. There was a much higher pitch to it than normal and it seemed as if it was almost exaggeratedly ditzy. He even waved his hand at his friend, his wrist a little limp as he did so.

“Uh,” Antoine wondered aloud as he scratched the back of his head, his large bicep flexing, “you okay?” He looked his friend up and down, confused as to why Brad was behaving so weirdly. Brad was usually the more quiet and reserved type, so it was awkward seeing him showing off his ass and chest while behaving like the stereotypical gay himbo.

Brad giggled. “I’m great!” he chirped. “Especially now that I’m, like, next to you, Big Guy.” His eyes traveled up and down Antoine’s vast form, and he licked in his lips in an obvious manner as his eyes honed in on his friend’s bulge.

Something about the way his friend was eyeing him and licking his lips sent an odd jolt of electricity down Antoine’s back. Never before had he ever entertained the thought of doing anything with another male, yet for some unknown reason, the more Brad hungrily stared at his crotch, the more he could feel himself getting turned on.

A small blush formed on Antoine’s face as his cock hardened to full rigidity, tenting out his gym shorts. He couldn’t believe that he was hard in front of another man, or that it was another man who’d made his cock hard in the first place. Yet there was his caricature of a friend who was licking his plump lips while shoving his chiseled pecs out in front of him.

“I can take care of that for ya,” Brad cooed, dropping to his knees in a flash.

Before Antoine could say anything, the other bodybuilder had fished his hard cock out of his shorts and had began sucking it like his life depended on it. Antoine’s head rolled back and he felt his legs go weak as Brad delivered expert head, running his tongue up and down the shaft with pausing to lap at the slit a couple times.

“Fuuuck,” Antoine bellowed in his deep voice as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

All the while, Brad happily sucked away, moaning like a bitch in heat as he did so. He continued to suck in his cheeks as he blew the other bodybuilder, the expert act causing a tingling sensation to waft over Antoine.

“Ohhh,” Antoine bellowed again, moaning loudly. It was out of character for the normally silent guy to be so vocal as he got off, but he ignored it as Brad worked his magic. Another moan echoed out of the bodybuilder, this one sounding a little higher pitch than the last one.

Little by little, Brad’s technique started to falter as he coughed a little bit as he deep-throated the seven inch cock in his mouth, his own moans starting to grow sparser each moment until he was ultimately silent.

“OOooohh!” Antoine squealed as he grew closer and closer to climax. The high octave of his usually bass-filled voice made his eyes pop open in shock. “Like, what the hell was that?” He slapped a hand over his mouth at the ditzy words that left his lips and the odd inflection that he put on his words that made him sound like a valley girl out shopping at the mall.

Brad started to gag as he tried to finish off his friend, the tingling radiating like fire through Antoine. The shocked bodybuilder started to realize that, even though he was on his knees, Brad no longer had an arch to his back.  Instead, Antoine was surprised when he himself didn’t feel the cool metal of the lockers resting on his lower back anymore. His eyes wondered over towards the posing mirror at the other end of the locker room and his stomach fell when he saw himself thrusting his large pecs out into the air like he was trying to show them off.

The tingling grew and Antoine’s knees buckled as he tried to piece together what was happening. A deep pressure grew at his cock and he knew he was close to release. 

“Brad!” he squealed in his preppy voice, twittering his hands in front of him frantically. “Something is, like, totes wrong!” 

He winced at the words that left his mouth, but that and all thoughts were lost when he felt what seemed like a bubble popping inside of him.

“OOOooohhh!” he cried out, his high voice echoing throughout the locker room as he came, a cool wave washing over him and making his hairs stick up off his limbs. Antoine fell back against the lockers, trying to catch his breath as he struggled to focus after blowing what felt like the largest load in his life. Never before had he ever climaxed like that and it almost took his concentration away from his and Brad’s weird behavior.

“Finally!” Brad roared in his normal-sounding, deep voice. A deep blush formed on his face and he jumped to his feet, his normal stance and walk back as he stepped away from his panting friend.

Antoine’s heart raced in his thrusted out chest as he took a shaky step away from the lockers, his own ass swaying back and forth in an exaggerated fashion as he moved. His buff arms were tucked at his sides and pursed his lips unconsciously as he stared at his reflection, his nipples growing hard and poking through his shirt. He turned and faced Brad, putting a hand on his jutted out hip while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Like, what did you just do to me?” he whined in a ditzy voice. Antoine cleared his throat over and over, but couldn’t help his newly acquired vernacular. “Like, why the hell am I speaking like this? And why can’t I stop showing off my ass and my muscle tits?”

His blush deepened at how he referred to his pecs.

He cleared his throat again and tried another time. “I meant to say my ‘muscle tits’.” He grit his teeth and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I totally don’t have muscle tits, I have p-pe— I have huge muscle tits!” As if being punished by whatever force was making him act this way, Antoine felt his both of his hands grab a strong hold of his hard nipples and give them a rough tug, making him moan loudly. “Ooohhh!”

Brad continued to back away from his altered friend, his normal posture and walk sparking rage inside of Antoine. “Sorry, Man!” he hurriedly said as he held his hands up in front of him. “Look, long story short, I messed with the wrong person, and it’s a curse that causes people to lose their masculinity when they get sucked off by an afflicted person.”

Antoine’s cock begrudgingly shot straight to attention, bobbing in front of his as he thought of how Brad had sucked him off and had also drained him of his masculinity, causing him to carry himself with his pecs and ass thrusted out.

“So fix it!” he whined, even stomping his foot childishly. The movement caused his ass to jiggle, which made his cock twitch.

Brad’s eyebrows knit together. “You gotta pass it along,” he apologetically said as he turned and ran out of the locker room.

Antoine was left alone in the locker room. “Shit!” he cried as he tried hard to focus on walking like he normally did, but he couldn’t help but shove his pecs out in front of himself nor could get himself to stop from wagging his ass back and forth behind him. Panic and humiliation over how he was going to manage to convince some guy to let him suck him off just so he could pass on whatever curse this was filtered through him when he overheard a deep voice.

“Yeah— No, I’m just gettin’ to the gym, so I’ll call you back.— Bye.” A familiar bodybuilder, an older man by the name of Hank, walked into the locker room. He noticed the red-faced Antoine and nodded his way. “Hey Antoine.”

Antoine blushed as his cock seemed to throb with intense want and need the more he stared at the hair that covered the older bodybuilder’s chiseled pecs, and he started to feel guilty as he imagined Hank sauntering through the gym twittering like a ditzy power bottom while thrusting his hairy pecs out in front of him and shaking his ass with every step.

But it was either him or Hank.

“Like, heeeyyyy there, Daddy,” Antoine cooed as he waddled over towards the older man, his bubble butt swishing behind him and his hard nipples poking out in front of him as moved. “C’mere a sec.”

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[Photo from dPhenix]

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…

“…thank you for the pointers, Mr. Rowe,” the smaller guy, Chuck, said with a big smile on his face.

Brad grinned back and nodded, slapping a beefy hand onto the tiny’s man’s shoulder, completely engulfing it. “Of course,” he said. “I’m always happy to help guys pack on muscle. We can get you to this size soon.” For emphasis, the bodybuilder brought both of his arms in front of his chiseled chest and flexed, his pecs inflating with power. 

Brad had been approached by Chuck in the gym who wanted to ask for some workout tips, stating that he was a major source of fitness inspiration for the guy. Brad was honored and rather enjoyed it when he could interact with his fans, so he was all too happy to give the little guy a pointer or two on how to pack on muscle. Plus, he could tell by the longing stare in Chuck’s eyes that the smaller guy found him attractive, hence he figured he could be nice and flex for him.

But Brad’s generous attitude was immediately halted when he felt a cool gust of air brush over him, discovering that he could’t move out of his flexed position. He strained his massive muscles and tried with all of his might to bring his arms down and stop puffing out his pecs, but all to no avail. 

Brad started to panic when he couldn’t even open up his mouth or make a noise— he was completely frozen in place like a living statue.

“There we go,” Chuck cheered as he clapped his hands together excitedly. “I knew that there’d be no way you could resist striking a pose, and I knew that’d be the perfect position to keep you in.”

Brad couldn’t even move his eyes and he screamed internally, feeling so utterly weak and powerless as he was stuck like a stone. He wasn’t even sure if his heart was picking up speed in his panic nor could he even feel himself breathe. All he was capable of was looking out forwards while maintaining his pose.

Chuck walked circles around the helpless muscle man. “I wasn’t lying when I said that you were a source of motivation though,” he said as he looked over the wide expanse of the bodybuilder’s form. “But not so much for me, since I’m not interested in bulking up. But my clients have raved about how they would love an up close and personal inspection so that they could feel motivated to work out.”

Brad could hear what sounded like numerous footsteps approaching down the hallway, making him start to panic even further. Had he been capable, he would’ve been begging for help or trying to make a bet in order to get released. He couldn’t be stuck performing a pseudo most muscular pose for the rest of his life!

“I’m not heartless though,” Chuck mocked. “In fact, I came up with a way both parties can enjoy themselves.” He gently caressed the crazy width of Brad’s broad back.

The simple touch of another man’s hand on his frozen skin lit up fires of lust inside of Brad. Had he been able to, Brad would’ve moaned out loud at the touch and his cock would’ve been rock hard. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel a pressure growing deep inside of him as if he were getting close to orgasm.

“Nice right?” Chuck laughed. “Every touch of a man will only cause you get more and more turned on; too bad statues can’t cum. Maybe I’ll check back on you in a year or two… if I remember.”

Chuck smirked back at the petrified Brad as he exited the room. Brad wasn’t alone for long though, as three bodybuilders walked inside, each one carrying their gym bags with them. Once they were inside the small room, each one gasped as they took in the sight before them.

“Holy shit!” the one in red exclaimed, rushing forward to examine Brad. “The gym actually installed a Brad Rowe statue!”

Brad bristled inside at being called a statue and he tried to muster any strength he still had to plead with the other men to help him. It was useless though as he was completely immobile and voiceless.

“It’s so lifelike,” the one in blue mused.

The one in yellow stepped forward and placed an admiring hand on Brad’s plump pec.  Again, simply at the feel of another man’s warm, beefy hand on his muscle sent fireworks of pleasure throughout Brad. His mind immediately clouded over and instead of internally begging for help, he begged for the other men to feel up his stone muscles. Their hands were like lightening, sending darts of pleasure all throughout his core.

“Check out his booty,” the one in red laughed, going so far as to cup each muscular cheek in his large hands.

Had he been able to, Brad would’ve black out from the sheer force of cumming. The orgasm that he couldn’t reach was building up inside of him, creating such an impossible pressure that was only growing larger and larger as the three other bodybuilders ran admiring and disbelieving hands over his pecs, his biceps, his thighs. One even grazed his cock and Brad wished more than anything that he could cum.

He felt so turned on by the beefy hands on his vast form and he craved more and more. Had his cock been able to move, it would’ve been at full mast, shooting off load after load as the men felt up his petrified muscles.

The bodybuilder in blue ran over to the door and opened it, poking his head out. “Hey!” he shouted down the hall. “You guys have to come and see this!”

Brad could barely concentrate with the pleasured pressure that kept growing inside of him, making him feel like he was about to explode into a mess of hormones and cum. But the sounds of other muscle men approaching created such a sense of excitement. That was quickly fogged over when one of the men flicked his hard nipple, nearly making him black out as his horniness exploded to unforeseen proportions. 

Brad Rowe strutted around the pool, his muscled chest puffed out with pride. The bodybuilder had been invited to the pool party which was mainly an excuse for some social media influencers to take loads of sexy pictures for their profiles. At first Brad didn’t seem too excited, but in the end he figured that he could use some more followers.

Every so often Brad would notice another man looking up at him from his phone, shooting either a lustful or envious look. He ignored them.

“Brad! I’m glad that you made it!” the owner of the property, Mr. Black, cheerfully greeted the bodybuilder. Mr. Black was an older man who used to partake in bodybuilding back in the day, but now his large muscles were covered with a thick layer of fat and graying fur, making him look like a beefy bear. All of that bulk was contained in the tiniest speedo, his large cock clearly outlined by the skimpy material.

Brad politely smiled back at the host. “Yeah, thanks for inviting me,” he said, looking around at the large crowd of scantily clothed people. “Looks like your parties are pretty popular.”

The older man nodded. “Yeah, but it’d be better if my damn entertainment arrived,” he frowned. “I think they blew me off.. Oh well.”

“Yeah, sorry to hear about that,” Brad commented. “If it’s any consolation, I still think it’s a great party.”

Mr. Black warmly smiled and patted Brad on his broad shoulder, giving him a wink that sent a shiver down the bodybuilder’s spine. “Thanks,” he smirked. “I knew that it was a great idea inviting you here.” Then he walked off to go greet his other guests, leaving Brad alone by the pool.

“Weird…” Brad muttered under his breath, his tanned skin tingling from where the older man had patted his shoulder. He shook it off and started to make his way back towards the bar at the other end of the pool, eager for a drink.

As the hunk walked, he couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. Although he’d noticed people staring at him earlier, he was now hyperaware of all of the men outright gawking at his muscular form.

And he loved it.

Brad had no clue where his sudden burst of confidence came from, but he felt himself smile widely as he arched his back, shoving his large pecs out further in front of him while simultaneously pushing his famous bubblebutt out. When a smaller man looked up at him, Brad felt himself flex his enormous biceps, making the huge muscle flex with power; and he felt himself getting hard when the other man’s eyes widened with lust.

“Enjoying the view, Stud?” Brad heard himself say, making his own eyes go wide this time. He had no idea why he’d said anything like that, or why on earth his heart was racing the more the other man stared at him. “I can show ya some other things too.”

Brad felt his legs turn himself around, and he flexed his asscheeks for the other man. He screamed internally the entire time, horrified as he felt like he was a backseat passenger in his own body. He could hear himself openly flirting with the other man and could feel himself showing off his muscles, but he couldn’t control either.

The smaller man grinned hungrily as he took in the hot sight before him. “Lookin’ good, Brad,” he said.

The bodybuilder felt himself smirk back and slap his ass, wincing when he felt the sizable muscle jiggle more than it should. He managed to look over his broad shoulder, unable to scream out in shock as he saw that his ass had managed to nearly triple in size. His normal bubblebutt had been replaced by a giant ass that jutted away from his back at a near right angle, and it jiggled with every tentative step he took, lighting up pleasure centers that made his cock throb.

“Ooh, look at this giant bubblebutt!” Brad exclaimed, wanting to ask what had happened to him, but instead he was horrified to hear him drawing more attention to himself.

More of the men around the pool turned to look at the bottom-heavy stud, each of them staring with lust clearly evident on their hungry faces.

Brad wanted nothing more than to run and hide, but the growing crowd of men around him only egged him on.

The bodybuilder begged himself to stop showing off as he started to twerk his massive cheeks for the crowd, the giant globes jiggling wildly due to their humongous size. The rippling motion would not stop and Brad was helpless to do anything but show off his muscles and newly inflated ass in front of the horny crowd of men. He was beyond humiliated, but so deeply turned on.

“Uughhh!” Brad finally moaned as he blew his load in front of the crowd, his chest muscles heaving as he panted. He was blushing over the wet spot forming on his trunks, but when he realized that the men were staring at it, he felt himself get rock hard all over again.

“Nice party,” he overheard another man tell Mr. Black.

The older man smiled back at Brad, giving him another wink. “Yeah,” he smirked. “I knew that hiring Brad Rowe as entertainment was a good idea. The slut can’t help but show off his body to every man in sight.”

Brad wanted to confront the older man and demand that he turn him back to normal, however, the new himbo only tore his skintight trunks away from his body, allowing his hard cock and inflated ass to be on full display for the crowd of men to see and feel up. He couldn’t stop the hot, slutty moans that escaped from his mouth as the guys ran their beefy hands all over him, especially his ass. Their fingers sank into the expansive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body.

Despite how horrified and embarrassed he was, the bodybuilder felt himself close to cumming again, even loving it when guys would squeeze his ass. His new himbo personality was taking over fast, and it didn’t take long until the bodybuilder was full on shaking his rotund booty for everybody, barely registering the voice in the back of his head that told him this was wrong.

“Everybody check out my slutty bubblebutt!” Brad Rowe moaned loudly, his cock oozing as he playfully slapped his own humongous cheeks for the crowd.

He couldn’t stop.

No matter how hard he tried to stop his workout, Brad Rowe was horrified to find his body moving on its own accord, performing rep after rep. He tried to call out for help, but his voice got stuck in his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t stop his workout, and couldn’t stop the burning sensation deep in his powerful glutes.

He turned his head to try and signal to someone for help, his heart dropping when he spotted one of the new employees. He held a small, hand-stitched doll in his hands— a doll that was dressed in all black just like he was. The employee held his thumb over the doll’s mouth, all the while bending it and straightening it, making it look like the doll was performing the same exercise Brad was.

“Gonna help you build up that booty, Brad,” the employee mouthed to him. He momentarily let go of the doll’s mouth to fish in his pocket, pulling out a handful of cotton balls.

Before Brad could question what he was going to do, the employee began to shove the cotton balls inside the doll, padding its butt.

Brad felt his thighs stretch and could feel his massive ass enlarging, stretching his spandex pants to the limit. He looked over into one of the posing mirrors, his heart racing when he saw his normally-sized cheeks the size of overinflated soccer balls.

“Pl-please! Stop!” Brad begged when the seams of his pants started to burst, his growing ass peeking out of the fabric for the entire gym to see.

The employee simply chuckled and reached back into his pocket to grab even more cotton balls.  “We’ve just started,” he teased.