Brad Was At Home Taking A Shower, Rinsing Off The Sweat From His Workout. After Rinsing His Blond Hair,

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.

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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[Photo from: twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

"There's so many of those muscled up himbos showing off their large cocks online; but I have a larger following because guys are really interested in the muscle stud with a microdick."

“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]

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.

“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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[Photo from: twitter.com/viralsmorphs]