How About A Guy Who Goes To See The Barbie Movie And Turns Into A Gay Himbo Ken

How about a guy who goes to see the Barbie movie and turns into a gay himbo Ken

Mike sighed, but nonetheless followed behind his girlfriend as she led him towards their seats in the theater. She'd been begging him to go see the new Barbie movie with her. Mike had been hesitant, not wanting to be the only guy in a movie meant for girls. Still, he figured that a few hours watching some chick flick wouldn't kill him.

With a huff, the muscle man saw down in his seat and began to focus his attention on his popcorn. The movie theater dimmed and the movie began to play, the large Barbie logo popping onto the screen with bright flashes of bubblegum pink.

The pink lights were so intense that Mike's vision was blurred for a moment, all he could see was a pink haze.

Mike tried to rub it out of his eyes, but no matter what, it was as if he were wearing a hot pink veil over his face. He began to squirm in his seat as his clothes started to feel uncomfortably tight.

His pants seemed to constrict around him, more specifically around his ass. The hunk squirmed around in his seat as he tried to get comfortable, unsure as to what was going on. He chalked it up to his jeans just shrinking in the wash. However, the same sensation started to appear along his chest-- his shirt tightening around his pecs.

Cocking his eyebrow, Mike looked down at himself. The pink blur in his eyes made it look as if his black shirt was now a hot pink. It looked tight and he could even see nubs from where his nipples poked noticeably against it. In confusion, Mike reached up and poked at his chest, his finger sinking in much more than it should, indicating that his clothes hadn't shrunk. He'd gotten bigger.

His heart racing in his larger chest, Mike knew that something wrong was going on. He looked around frantically at the other moviegoers to see if anyone else noticed something.

His eyes landed on the screen right when Ryan Gosling as Ken appeared on screen.

"Wow," Mike gushed, noticing a higher quality to his usual deep voice, "he's, like, so hot."

The big man flinched at the foreign words that left his mouth, concerned with what he'd said and how he'd said it.

"Right?" his girlfriend said, elbowing him. "You always go after the blonds though."

He didn't know why his girlfriend seemed to b playing into what was happening. In his panic, Mike bolted out of his seat and out of the theater. As he moved, he noticed that he moved with an arch to his back, thrusting his big pecs outward.

Mike hurried into the bathroom and gazed into the mirror, shocked at his altered reflection.

It wasn't just his eyes, somehow his clothes had actually taken on a bright pink color. His pecs were huge! They rounded out and protruded off his chest at an obscene angle, capped with large nubby nipples. When he turned to the side, the man wailed at the sight of his massive bubblebutt that was at least three times as large as the perky ass he'd had. His lips had puffed out, giving him a perfect set of DSLs. As a final tough, his hair was now a bright blond.

"I, like, look like a gay Ken doll!" Mike gasped, twittering his hands effeminately as he freaked out.

As he studied his new himbo body, the bathroom door opened and two more men stumbled in. They were also dressed up in bright pink, their pecs and asses inflated to slutty proportions. Their eyes widened as the looked in the mirror and studied their platinum blond hair.

The three men looked at each other, each of them knowing that the Barbie movie had done something to them.

Mike opened his mouth to ask them for help, but instead he heard himself chirp, "Why are we in here? Like, Ken is soooo hot! We should be watching him!"

One of the other men nodded eagerly, although his eyes were panicked. "Totally!" he agreed.

The three men rushed out of the bathroom and back to the theater, applauding loudly when Ryan Gosling's Ken began working out on screen.

I tried to inflate this stud's pecs, but it looked odd. So then I tried to shrink his head a bit to make his muscles look bigger, and now he looks like this! Haha, still kinda nice I think.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 05: Cursed Tape

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“Der!” Stiles voice rang out, dripping with jubilation. “Come see what I just scored!”

Derek grunted as he got out of his chair, feeling tired from his long day at the auto shop. Still, he shuffled down the hall, clad in only his white tank top and sweatpants, freezing when he saw Stiles beaming ear to ear and holding a large cardboard box.

Before he could even ask, Stiles rushed out, “I got a mystery box at the thrift store! Can you believe it?! How cool is that?”

“Mystery box?” Derek grunted, crossing his arms in front of himself as he cocked his eyebrow. “And how much did that cost?”

Stiles shrugged as he carried the box to the living room. “…um, about eighty dollars, give or take…”

Derek’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched.

Stiles obliviously set the large box down onto the floor before eagerly tearing into it, his large eyes alight with wonder over the “treasures” he’d scored for one-hundred thirty dollars. The big box was stuffed full of various items: scraps of fabric, old porcelain figurines, and some VHS tapes.

“We don’t even own a VCR,” Derek grunted, unamused. 

Among the pile that his husband was creating, Derek spotted an odd looking VHS tape. There was a gaudy neon background that looked like it was ripped straight of the 80s, with little captions indicating that it was a workout video of some kind. However, the weird part was that there was a blank outline of a person on the front instead of some obscure fitness guru. The title of the odd tape read out: Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring _____!

“What the hell?” Derek scoffed as he picked up the tape to examine it some more— the second his fingers grazed the cover of the tape, Derek felt what seemed like a jolt of electricity ripple throughout him.

The werewolf jerked back, confused over what had just happened, yet he quickly realized that he was still holding onto the tape. Derek tried to relax his grip to let go of it, but his hand refused to listen, instead clutching onto the tape with all of its strength.

“Stupid tape…” he grumbled to himself, stopping once he saw something else start to happen.

Steadily, his white tank top began to change hue, turning from bleached white to a neon blue. As the straps thinned out, the collar dropped down low to his midsection, exposing his pecs to look more like a stringer. 

The changes didn’t stop there.

Stunned silent, Derek’s jaw dropped as he witnessed his toned pectorals shudder before pushing out as they gradually inflated. The previously proportional mounds plumped up and rounded, becoming an impressive set of muscletits that jutted off Derek’s chest noticeably. His altered tank did nothing at all to try to conceal them, the enlarged nipples poking out of the sides and demanding attention. His arms packed on more muscle, becoming large and bulging, especially his biceps which rivaled melons. Derek looked down, yet his massive pecs blocked his view of his sweatpants as they tightened against his legs, suctioning to his form to become a skintight pair of spandex that showed off every ridge of his carefully crafted musculature— that was prompt ruined as his legs grew in size, becoming larger. His butt ballooned out as it beefed up and pushed itself outwards. Derek’s eyes widened as he felt a sensation like he was getting harder. When he reached down and patted at his bulge, he almost gasped at the girth package that filled his hands. His cock and balls had inflated to the point where it looked like the larger stud was smuggling a softball in the front of his spandex pants.

When he was done changing, Derek had to have packed on at least fifty pounds of muscle, making him look like some over-the-top workout guru who belonged on the front of those cheesy exercise tapes.

Derek’s face stretched out to form a large grin, despite the panic that he was feeling. The living room shifted and Derek felt as if he were falling, the walls of the room stretching upwards. Derek’s sight rapidly shifted upwards, forcing him to stare straight up at the ceiling. He tried to look away or call out to Stiles for help, but he couldn’t move. All the shocked werewolf could do was smile and show off his hairy muscletits on the cover of Sweatin’ it to the 80’s! Starring Derek Hale!

Blissfully unaware of his husband’s transformation, Stiles finally finished rummaging through the mystery box. “See?” he smiled, standing upright. “There’s tons of cool stuff in here… Derek?”

Stiles looked around for Derek, pausing when his eyes landed on an obscure VHS tape that was on the floor. He walked over and picked it up, his eyebrows rising at the image of a muscled up Derek on the cover, smiling widely. His eyes looked panicked though.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped, clutching the tape close to him. “Don’t worry! I’ll figure something out!” He sprinted out of the house and to his Jeep…

About an hour later, Stiles returned home and set up the VCR in the living room. Once it was connected, he popped the cursed VHS in and pressed Play.

Synthpop blasted over the speakers, and bright neon colors flashed on the screen before a shocked Derek appeared on screen. He was still in his muscled up body, appearing to jog in place.

“Stiles?!” Derek called out on the TV, able to see his husband on the other side. He tried to stop himself from jogging, blushing at how the motion made his inflated pecs bounce up and down. “What the hell happened— Time to get that heart rate up!” His eyes widened at his last statement, having said it was such pep that he sounded like a cheerleader.

Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation.

“How am I supposed to know?” he cried. “How the hell did you get into the TV?”

Derek rolled his eyes as he stopped and started to do lunges. “It’s that damn mystery box of yours!” he accused. “I touched some weird tape and this happened!” He nodded down at his inflated form, wincing as he couldn’t stop working out.

He paused his lunges and started to bounce his pecs up and down.

“And one, and two…” He blushed, but he couldn’t stop the muscled mounds from lifting and slamming back down. Still, he was smiling widely and speaking with immense enthusiasm. “You gotta do lots of reps if you wanna get pecs as big as these!”

Derek couldn’t stop himself from working out and showing off his out of proportion body. The whole time he kept smiling, despite his eyes looking wide and disbelieving.

Stiles, unsure of what to do, figured that perhaps the best course of action was to let the video finish. Plus, he had to admit that Derek looked pretty hot with big, hairy pecs. “Um, maybe… maybe we should just let this play out?” he suggested.

Derek screamed on the inside, but could only place his hands on his hips. “Now that we’re all warmed up,” he beamed, “I’m gonna show y’all some glute blasters!”

[Source: https://www.deviantart.com/otherguise/art/Big-smile-897599039]

I love this morph of Ryan Terry! Hopefully he sees it and gets some inspiration!

tyler hoechlin looks so good with a belly on him