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Antoine Vaillant

Leg pumps

Just in the right place 😈

Love how Antoine’s sweats are staying up only because of his enormous ass and package. 

Fuckin Eh!

@brandedx2 I don't think I made that one (my memory is terrible haha), but I'm always down to mess with Antoine!

Look how happy he is now that his shrunken head makes his muscles pop!

And I couldn't resist this one:

That button could totally cover up his tiny junk!

@gato-cat Did you shrink my musclegod’s head? 😈

(Do it again!!!)

“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]

(Please ignore the way the logo in the back changes hue, haha!)

“Man, these supplements you gave me suck!” bodybuilder Antoine Valliant growled as he examined himself in the posing mirror. “Where did you say you got these?”

You shrugged your thinner shoulders. “I bought them off some guy who swore up and down by them,” you lied. “He said that in just three days’ time, you’d be shredded like crazy.” You’d been working as Antoine’s personal assistant for the past two months and had really gained the trust of the muscle man, going so far as to convince him to try these new pills that you’d ordered online.

And they were clearly working.

You fought hard to hide your mischievous grin as the bodybuilder frowned as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. His body hair had increased, growing back in a short matter of hours. He’d shaved his chest just this morning, not that anyone could tell. Already his pecs and stomach were matted with thick, dark fur. That was the least of his concerns though since instead of cutting like he’d wanted, Antoine was horrified to find himself beefing up. In a short three days, the stud had packed on nearly thirty pounds of muscle and fat, giving him a really beefy and hairy look. His gut protruded much more than he liked and his thighs pressed together, shoving his large cock out in front of him as it struggled to be contained in his tiny posers. Even his pecs had rounded out and jutted away further from his hairy chest. The bodybuilder gave it a tentative poke, his frown deep on his face. None of his clothes fit him anymore, leaving him to just wearing his posers and sweats, which looked plastered over his inflated form.

“I’m sure it’s just left over water weight,” you offered, incredibly turned on. You held out another pill. “Speaking of which, time for today’s dose. I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

Antoine huffed in defeat and took the pill, swallowing it in one gulp.

[The next day]

You walked into Antoine’s apartment, setting your tablet down on the counter. As per your usual routine, you fixed a pot of coffee and helped yourself to a cup, mixing in some sugar. “Mr. Valliant!” you called out, taking a sip of the coffee which tasted a little bit more bitter than normal. “I’m here! How’re you feeling today?”

There was a low groan and the floorboards squeaked as the massive muscle man made his way over to the living room where you were. Once he made it, your jaw dropped at the sight of the large musclebear that the bodybuilder had become. 

Antoine was massive, weighing at least sixty more pounds, most of it centered on his beefy chest. His musclegut stood out proudly and his fuzzy pecs rested on top of it. Even his arms had packed on so much meat that they hung akimbo at his sides. His beard had filled in and he glared at you at you took in the sight of the bear.

“I know what you’ve been doing,” he accused, trying to cross his arms threateningly in front of him, but his pecs were so big that they kept pushing his biceps away.

“What do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence. Your façade cracked when you heard a loud rip and felt a rush of cool air on your ass cheeks. “What the—?”

You looked over your shoulder and felt the blood drain from your face as you watched your ass inflate before your very own eyes, tripling in size and jutting away to form a perfect shelf from your lower back. Before you could say anything more, the rest of your clothes ripped away from your inflating form. You were stunned silent as you witnessed your small pecs bulge and push away from your chest, resting on top of a protruding gut that rounded out away from you. Your arms packed on weight and you felt their cumbersome weight as your beefy hands itched at your skin which started to sprout dark, coarse hair all over. You couldn’t exactly see it, but you saw your blurred reflection in the TV and nearly passed out as you watched your seven inch cock twitch and pull in, stopping at a tiny, embarrassing two inches. It was practically invisible as it hid underneath your new musclegut which was hard to the touch and stuck straight out.

Antoine waddled over to you, dwarfing you completely, in height, muscle, and musclegut size. And especially cock size.

“Wh-what did you do?!” you shouted as your shaky hands ran over your bulky, hairy body.

“It’s only fair,” Antoine grunted as he reached out and caressed your inflated asscheeks. At the touch of the larger man’s beefy hand on your globes, a shiver rippled through your larger body and your little nub throbbed with want.

“Uuhhh,” you moaned uncontrollably. You had no idea what was happening, but the surge of pleasure and want that washed over you was overwhelming, and before you could even register what was happening, you dropped to your knees and hungrily began to suck Antoine’s huge cock. You winced when you felt your inflated asscheeks press against your beefy legs, but ignored it as you desperately ran your tongue all over the hard cock in your face.

Antoine chuckled as he looked down at you. “You got cocky,” he grunted, grabbing both side of your head with his beefy hands as he began to thrust his hips and mouth fuck you. His musclegut would brush up against your forehead every so often, turning you on all the more. “And now you get to pay the consequences. From now on, you’re my little cub, made exclusively for me to fuck. Got it?”

“Mm-hmm,” you moaned, swallowing the large load of cum from the beefy musclebear. Nothing sounded better to you. Well… there was one thing.

You finished swallowing and immediately turned around, presenting your inflated ass to the musclebear on all fours.

“Pl-please,” you begged.

Musclebear Antoine smirked and waddled closer to his new cub.

There is a slight cockiness Antoine has always had. What a masculine stud.

Antoine

A younger Antoine.

Antoine again

Antoine

Mighty Antoine

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