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Short Story: The Power of Three

I followed the sound of manly grunts and the clanging of iron as I made my way across the deserted gym floor. I smelt him before I saw him. The heavy smell of sweat, musk, and cum filled my nostrils as I rounded the corner to the free weights area. And there he was, standing in front of the mirror. A beast of a man. His eyes locked to his monstrous physique as he performed rep after rep of perfect biceps curls. With each motion of the colossal weight, the muscles in his arms heaved and flexed, becoming more swollen and pumped. He roared as he pumped out the last few reps in his set before setting the huge dumbbells back on the rack. Such a raw display of strength. Our strength.

You see Brad wasn’t usually this muscular behemoth. A few days ago, Brad and I had found a ritual that purported to collate the power of many into one. Being the subject of numerous taunts at the hands of the bigger men in the gym, we conspired to funnel our strength into one of us. A bigger man to teach them a lesson and take the gym back for the everyman. We recruited our friend Phil and drew straws. Brad won. He would be our avatar.

We set up in the gym bathroom and began the ritual. After finishing the chant, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me as a beam of energy shot out of my chest into Brad. The same thing was happening with Phil on the other side of the circle. I felt my modest gym gains fading away, every ounce of masculinity being ringed from my body as if I were a sponge. My loss was Brad's gain. Brad’s body exploded with raw power. His bones cracked as they lengthened. His muscles began shifting and rippling beneath his skin as they grew and swelled. Within seconds he burst out of his clothing, the cotton unable to contain his growing bulk. Phil and I dropped to the floor weak and tired.

Brad stood above us, the epitome of a man. The strength of 3 men pulsed through his veins. Overwhelmed with the hormones coursing through his colossal body, Phil shot a torrent of cum out of his now-massive cock. After he came down his post-orgasmic bliss, he slipped on a pair of tight-fitting gym shorts and walked out into the gym to test his new body, leaving Phil and I passed out of the floor.

Brad cleaned up the gym in a matter of days. Now that the mission was completed, the three of us arranged a time to finally cast the counterspell. I waited in the showers, but the others never showed. No one was answering the phone so I made my way to the gym.

“Why didn’t you meet me in the showers?” I call as I approach the behemoth. His body is covered in a layer of sweat from his workout, his muscles glistening under the gym lights. “Sorry man, lost track of time, it’s just so intoxicating having this strength, this power,” Brad says as he pumps his biceps, marveling as they swell with power. “It’s like my body craves it. It wants me to push it to breaking point. It craves the pain” he says, transfixed on the web of veins in his forearms.

“Well let’s find Phil and get this done then,” I say as I turn to leave. “Ohh I don't think that will be happening, you see this body craves something else as well” Brad calls behind me. I turn to find Brad palming an obscene bulge his shorts. It’s then I notice Phil passed out naked on one of the benches, cum dripping from between his legs.

I look back at Phil as he peels off his sweat-soaked singlet, revealing his hulking torso. He walks slowly towards me, never breaking eye contact until he is towering above me. My nostrils are assaulted by the smell of his sweaty body, and I can practically feel the heat radiating off his massive form. He pulls his hand out of his shorts and licks some of the precum from his finger. “That’s the taste of a real man”, he rumbles, his beautiful eyes still locked on mine. “Want a taste?” he asks.

He slowly pulls down his pants exposing an obscene dick, rock hard and leaking precum. I gulp as Brad pulls me closer to him with his massive arms. His skin is so hot to the touch, he's practically radiating heat. As he holds me in his embrace, something just feels right. The strength of 3 men. The libido of 3 men. The power of 3 men. He deserves to be worshiped. And I am willing to serve.

The man dressed in black watched unseen from the other side of the gym. The Agency will be pleased with his progress.

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Short Story: Always read the contract

How are you holding up man? Daniel said, not taking his eyes off his phone. “I’m feeling a little woozy bro,” Geoff replied, swaying slightly on his stool. Daniel chuckled to himself as he put his phone down and inspected the gradual changes occurring in his body. His pecs were beginning to jut out from his chest and his arms were beginning to take on some definition again. “Having your muscle drained out of your body will do that” Daniel replied as he massaged his growing muscle tits. Shit, his pecs were already bigger than from his previous procedures and Goeff had so much more to give. Anxious to see the final results, he flicked the iv bag a few times, speeding up the flow of potent liquid into his veins.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of his body growing larger, taller, and more muscular with each passing second. “But it’s only for three months right?” Geoff asked, concern in his voice as his physique drained through the iv line in his arm. He had agreed to loan his mass to Daniel for a handsome fee, but seeing the last few years of gains vanish down the line in his arm suddenly made everything very real. 

“Sure, mostly,” Daniel said with a smirk on his face as he palmed the growing bulge in his shorts. Geoff was correct that Daniel would only have his size for a few months, but after Geoff's size faded from Daniel's body, it was lost to Geoff forever. And any gains that Daniel managed to make with his temporary size and strength boost would be permanent. And with Geoff’s physique, Daniel was sure he would be able to make some insane gains before his borrowed strength faded.

He opened his eyes to find his lower half obscured by his new huge pec shelf. Daniel chuckled to himself as he realised he had now surpassed his doner in height and mass. And this was only the first bag. Daniel was grinning from ear to ear. He only needed to convince a few more gullible bodybuilders to let him ‘borrow’ their hard-earned gains until he would permanently have the godly physique that he craved.

“Hey man, I don’t want to do this anymore,” Geoff said as he pawed feebly at the line in his arm. “Ohh I think you’ll be staying for the whole procedure,” Daniel said getting out of his chair to stand over his helpless doner, his body swelling with every step he took. Daniel towered over Geoff, his meaty hands placed on his hips to show off his swollen pecs and biceps. “You see we have a contract, and I have every intention to enforce it.”

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For Love

Calm down bro! When I came out on my 18th birthday, you sat me down and told me that I’m still your brother and you’d do anything for me. Well, you may have heard the rumour that Max Hurley is gay. Yes, that Max Hurley, Captain of the football team. Turns out the rumour is true. I was so excited that there was another gay guy at our school, and a fucking hot one as well. But he outright turned me down. Turns out he’s a total sub-bottom that only lets bigger guys top him. With my pathetic twink physique, he practically laughed me out of the locker room. I probably should have been heartbroken, but instead, I was just mad. Mad that the universe sought fit to curse a top like me with this weak ass body. I shouldn’t have to beg the only gay guy in school to sleep with me. He should be throwing himself at me, begging me to fuck him until he’s limping to class the next day. 

But in some sick twist of fate, you’re exactly his type. Instead of lusting over me as he should, he was jacking himself off to you and your alpha body. We’re only a few years apart but you had at least a foot of height on me and 60 pounds of muscle. No wonder colleges tripped over each other to offer you a scholarship. But even with such an alpha body, you acted like a beta. Saving yourself for marriage and all that shit. Those purity rings that you and your girlfriend wear are so fucking lame. 

I was walking past your room the other night and heard you moaning in your sleep. As I crept into your room, I saw your muscular body glistening with sweat and a raging hard-on tenting your sheets. You were biting your lip moaning, practically fucking your blanket, but your face looked so tortured. Whatever dream you were having, you were begging for it to stop, crying that you promised Jessica that you would wait. It was fucking pathetic. I felt all of this anger building inside of me. I put that anger out to the universe. All that power and you were literally sobbing like a little boy in your sleep. It was wasted on you. So somehow I took it.

The tent in your sheets began to wilt away as one began to grow in my shorts. My little dick surged in size until it reached truly monstrous proportions, easily three times the length and girth of my former member. My balls swelled in size, growing huge and heavy as their production of potent sperm and hormones went into overdrive. It was such a rush, standing there with a monster of a cock and a cocktail of hormones flooding through my body for the first time. 

I felt like a man, and soon I would look like one too. It started with your feet. Those wide size 13s that were poking out of the bottom of your bed began to shrink. They retreated back under your sheets as my own feet exploded in size, providing a strong foundation for what was to come. My bones began to thicken and lengthen, while my jawline, cheekbones, and nose became more masculine and handsome. My skeleton was reforming to accommodate the mass that was soon to come. 

Your hard-earned muscle seemed to shrink away into nothing as pound after pound of mass piled onto my frame. Thick veins covered the striated calves that began to jut out from my lower legs. Meaty quads forced me to adopt a wider stance as they piled on layer after layer of thick, feathered muscle. My formally flat ass inflated into a shapely bubble butt that became as solid as granite when I flexed. 

The stubborn layer of baby fat on my midsection parted as row after row of deeply grooved abs forced their way to the surface. Meaty pecs swelled forwards from my chest as solid traps began to form on either side of my thickening neck. My shoulders grew bulky and round as my back grew ever wider. Thick veins snaked down my powerful arms and forearms towards my saucer-sized hands, each meaty limb bigger than my former legs. 

I heard you whimper like the little bitch you were as the last of the masculinity drained from your body. My Adam's apple jutted out as my voice became deeper. Hair sprouted all over my body, a thick coat covering my legs and groin with a lighter coating across my chest and face. Finally, several tattoos etched their way across my forearm and chest. 

I had ascended. I was finally the alpha I deserved to be. And the best part is, I have you to thank for it little bro. You were curled up in your bed, your runty body hunched over in the fetal position, clutching your pathetic excuse for a package while I towered over you, every inch of me excluding power, strength, and toxic masculinity. I squeezed my new hairy nuts and practically came then and there, so I thudded my way back to my room to really get to know this new body of mine.

Now get lost. Max is on his way over and I’m going to breed him like the little bottom bitch that he is. 

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Thanks Dad!

“Thanks Dad, best term break ever!” Reggie said as he wrapped his arm around his much shorter father’s shoulders. His dad smiled warmly as he stared up at his son's hulking form. At 6-foot-6, it was hard to believe that the giant was his son. But that was exactly what the procedure was for.

When Reggie came back home for his mid-year break, he was prepared for another boring month on the family estate on which he had been raised. Reggie had had an awful time during his first year of university and was struggling to fit in socially with his classmates. In the age of TikTok, it seemed like virtually all his classmates were wanna-be fitness models or bodybuilders. With his short pudgy physique and acne-covered face, Reggie was a social outcast, watching his fellow freshmen's antics from the sidelines. 

Reggie’s dad knew how down his son was, so thanks to a suggestion of a family friend and a few lucrative investments coming to term, he decided to shell out a small fortune for his son to go through a transfermorphic-infusion procedure. Reggie was ecstatic when his father told him. Transfermorphic-infusion was a new medical procedure that allowed for the recalibration of a patient's physical traits by infusing their cells with those of a donor. The result was a transformation for the patient at a fundamental DNA level. For Reggie, this was a chance for him to leave his embarrassing body behind. And he knew exactly who he wanted his doner to be.

Blake was the son of the local high school gym teacher. Although he didn’t come from a wealthy family like the other kids at his private school, he was blessed with incredible genetics, with an insanely well-developed body for his age. His muscular physique and good looks made him a force to be reckoned with both in and out of the gym. Throughout high school, he tormented Reggie and ruled the school as the undisputed alpha. When they finished high school, the wealthier kids like Reggie went on to university, while Blake enrolled in a personal training course and further matured his muscular physique. 

But recently Blake had been involved in a traffic accident and was being sued for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Money that he didn’t have. Faced with being bankrupted, kicked out of his course, and potentially losing his family home, he reluctantly accepted the offer to be Reggie’s donor.

The two laid down on separate operating tables in only their trunks as nurses plugged dozens of needles into each of them. Reggie could hardly contain his excitement as he caught glimpses of Blake’s nearly naked form. The mountain of a man had only gotten bigger since high school and based on the hefty bulge in the front of his trunks, the rumours about his legendary package were true. One of the nurses pressed a few buttons and the machine whirred to life. 

Blake roared as excruciating pain tore through his body. It was as if he was being burned from the inside out. Liquid flowed out of his body into the tubes, which contained his proteins, minerals, hormones, and genetic material. As the extraction continued, his body began to condense in on itself and shrink. 

Blake’s loss was Reggies’s gain. Reggie cried out in ecstasy as the compounds flowed into his body, the cells of his body devouring Blake’s essence. The first thing to transfer was Blake’s impressive height. Reggie moaned as his bones stretched and elongated with sickening cracks. His limbs slowly lengthed giving him an incredibly gangly appearance and as his height edged slightly over 6 foot 6. 

His bones began to thicken and strengthen as he grew broader, his shoulders becoming wider and his chest cavity bigger. His feet and hands swelled with size to support his massive new frame. His facial features became stronger with the development of a wide jaw, strong chin, and masculine nose. 

Once the transfer was complete, Reggie had a truly colossal frame, but he was impossibly skinny, his fat having melted away to fuel the infusion process. Then with a moan, mounds of flesh sprang forth across Regie’s frame. Muscle rippled and twisted in thick layers under his skin, forming heavy slabs across his chest. Thick abs began to bubble to the surface of his midsection, forming a powerful core. Overlapping layers of muscle formed strong, shapely quads. His hands formed into tight fists, the muscles in his arms flexing as they swelled bigger. His forearms grew bigger than many men’s biceps, and his biceps were larger than their heads. Small pockets of fat appeared in select places on his body giving him a full, powerful physique. 

Next came a rush of muscle memory and skills. Reggie marveled as his brain was filled with knowledge of athletic pursuits and working out. His senses sharpened and the world around him became more in focus. 

Finally, Blake’s dominance transferred. Blake felt an innate feeling of superiority as his balls swelled to the size of lemons, his stance forever shifting to accommodate his hefty balls and thick quads. A flood of hormones coursed through his body as a thin layer of body hair sprouted over his body and on his strong jaw line.

Seeing the transfer was a success, the medical staff quickly left the room. Reggie shot up from his table as the wires and tubes popped off his body. The giant lurched over to a nearby mirror as he slowly began to get used to his new larger form. He gasped when he saw what he had become. 

His facial features were still recognisable as himself, but his masculinity had been dialed up to 11. It was as if his childhood of sweats and video games had been replaced by a steady diet of protein supplements and growth hormones. He stared at his much larger hands in disbelief. The power he felt coursing through his body was intoxicating. 

His attention was drawn to his cock, which disappointingly hadn’t grown beyond his previously small 4 inches, even though it was nestled on top of two colossal balls. Something must have gone wrong with the procedure. He tentatively cupped his massive balls marveling at their heaviness. 

Suddenly he felt a pang of pleasure course through his tentacles. Blood began to pump into his penis, causing it to rise to attention. He began to stroke it with one hand, relishing the feeling of it being encased in his big mit while the other continued to massage his balls. His swelling cock reached the size of his former erection, and then amazingly kept on going, becoming longer and thicker. 

Reggie’s strokes became longer and more sensual as his erection seemed never-ending. It slapped against his abs with a meaty thud. Eventually, he struggled to keep his hand around it, so he moved his other hand along the shaft to provide more area of stimulation. As blood continued to rush to his obscene member, gravity began to take hold, causing his heavy cock to rest at a 90-degree angle to the floor. 

Finally reaching full mast, his cock was truly something to behold. It was perfectly proportioned to his huge body, but in absolute terms, it was a monster of a cock with thick, angry veins and a huge mushroom tip. Reggie furiously pumped his new cock with animalistic fervor, before he finally reached climax, spraying volley after volley of thick cum all over the mirror in front of him.

Reggie turned to Blake on the gurney, his semi-hard cock flopped halfway down his leg dripping cum onto his muscular quad. Blake was furiously rubbing his now tiny prick of a cock with his small feminine hands. Reggie smirked at the pathetic display and brought his biceps up into an imposing flex. The former jock let out a squeal and spurted a pathetic load onto his skinny torso. “Guess there’s a new alpha round here now looser”, Reggie said and he towered over the smaller man.

Reggie made a mental note to wire the promised funds to the "victim" of Blake's traffic accident as he reached for his former tormentor's feeble frame.

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Thanks for the muscles mum!

In celebration of reaching 500 subscribers, I thought I'd do a bit of a longer story, even though they don't get as much attention. This was a draft I did last year that kind of got out of hand but I think it ended up turning out pretty well. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the muscles mum! Jordi said as he bent down and kissed his mother Beth on the cheek. Jordi had just won his first bodybuilding competition and was feeling on top of the world. He had blown the competition out of the water with his superior size, symmetry, and conditioning.

But Jordi wasn’t always like this. Growing up he was just like most other boys, with cute, boyish features that mothers like Beth find so adorable. But as other boys his age hit puberty and began to grow into men, Jordi stayed as he was. As he moved through high school, Jordi found himself increasingly socially isolated from his peers and eventually the subject of ridicule and bullying. By the time he had turned 18 during his senior year, he had developed a meek, and submissive personality, not wanting to draw attention to himself for fear of further upsetting his aggressors.

When Jordi started arriving home with bruises on his face, Beth decided enough was enough. She waited until her son was asleep before she crept up to the attic. She crawled over all the piles of junk and boxes of family memorabilia until she found an old wooden box. The box was locked, but the moment she touched it, the heavy metal lock clicked open, revealing an ancient leather-bound book that pulsed with a strange energy. Beth came from a long line of witches, and even though the practice had waned over the years, she was still known to cast the odd spell here and there. The case in point being the love spell she had placed on Jordie's father - although she must have done something wrong in that spell because he left her not long after Jordie’s birth.

The words in the book seemed to shimmer and dance as Beth flicked through the pages. There were spells that would make Jordi grow in height, spells to change his personality, and spells to make him incredibly handsome. But that wasn’t what Beth was after. She still wanted him to be her sweat littleJordi. She just wanted him to be able to stick up for himself a bit more and be comfortable in his own skin. 

Beth continued to flick through the pages until a spell caught her eye. Her understanding of the ancient language of the book was rusty, but the spell appeared to reference boosting one’s inner confidence. She glanced through the complicated spell, and after getting the gist of it, she snuck downstairs. Standing over her son’s sleeping form, she muttered the incantation before sprinkling a small amount of ash in the boy's hair. A slight breeze blew through the room - a sign to Beth that the spell must have worked. She creeped out of the room leaving her boy to his dreams.

The next day at school started as a typical day for Jordi. He spent the day going from class to class, barely talking to anyone and eating his lunch in an inconspicuous place to avoid drawing attention to himself. Eventually, he came to the part of his day he was both dreading and looking forward to - gym class. Thanks to his timetable, his gym class was mostly made out of jocks from the football team. If there was one thing that would ruin your confidence, it was having to watch these paragons of athleticism compete to see who was the top dog. Today was open weights. The jocks spent their time trying to outlift each other, throwing around huge amounts of iron while Jordi quietly did some bodyweight exercises in the corner.

The showers after class were usually a nightmare of taunts and jeers from the jocks, so Jordi had learned to hide away in a toilet cubicle. Eventually, the commotion outside the stall calmed down and the locker room became still. Jordi cracked open the door of the cubical just as he heard the sound of running water begin once again. He peered through the haze of steam into the shower block to see a lone figure against the back wall. Jordi watched from afar, taking in every inch of the figure's colossal physique. Trent was the star linebacker of the football team. While puberty had passed Jordi by, it had hit Trent like a freight train. His massive 6 foot 5 frame easily made him the tallest member on the team by a few inches, causing the coach to request a special higher shower nozzle to be installed just for him. 

The warm water cascaded over his powerful physique. It didn’t seem possible that an 18-year-old could have such mature musculature. His back and lats flared as he reached to soap his solid glutes. Trent turned towards Jordi, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he soaped them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. While his core lacked the insane definition that some jocks had, it was solid and powerful. Jordi’s gaze dropped down to Trent’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as Jordi's wrist.

“I see the little mouse is back again,” a deep baritone voice growled, snapping Jordi back to attention. Trent was staring directly at Jordi with a wide grin on his face. “Well come on then, you know the drill,” he said as he pumped his shaft a few times with one of his large sinewy hands. Jordi wasted no time shucking his gym gear as he entered the showers. As he approached the larger man, Trent’s strokes began to get longer and more sensual as his member began to approach full mast. As a shower rather than a grower, his cock only grew around an inch or so in length but it became impossibly thicker and girthier. 

Jordi reached his hands towards the monster cock in front of him, before he found himself being pushed away. “Beg for it little mouse”, Trent growled as he pushed Jordi to one knee. “Please let me suck your cock”, Jordi pleaded, his eyes locked on the dick in front of him. Smack, Jordi winced as Trent slapped his meaty cock against Jordi’s cheek. “Not good enough little mouse”, Trent berated. Jordi looked up into Trent’s eyes, “Please sir, let me worship your cock”, Jordi said, tears in his eyes as his hand rubbed the stinging red patch on his cheek where the dick had hit him. He looked truly pathetic. Trent smiled and placed his hands on the back of Jordi’s head, guiding the smaller boy towards his waiting cock.

As Jordi’s mouth wrapped its way around his throbbing cock, Trent threw his head back in ecstasy. The little dude was normally a good cock sucker with his tight mouth and soft lips but this time was truly wild. Jordi devoured the cock in front of him, forcing as much of the meat stick into his mouth as he could as it rammed the back of his throat. As he choked and spluttered, he felt a strange feeling grow inside of him. A feeling of confidence. Newly emboldened, he did something he'd never done before. He began to fondle his significantly smaller cock with one of his hands as he pleasured the beast that was towering over him. 

Little did the two men know, the spell was going haywire. The sheer magnitude of the emasculation that Jordi was experiencing, combined with Jordi’s willingness to be dominated in such a fashion was stretching the magic to its limits. If it had been cast by a more experienced witch, it may have held, but the unstable magic eventually burst from the confines that Beth had placed on it. 

The primal force had the single drive - to boost Jordi’s confidence to balance out this perceived humiliation. But as it was only intended to provide a small boost, the spell didn’t have the energy to perform its directive. It rushed through the room looking for a source of energy before it settled on a bountiful source - Trent. The magic flowed through Trent, analysing the very core of his being before it found what it was searching for. The source of Trent’s confidence was his superior masculinity. This was the potent source that the spell needed to complete its mission.

The spell settled in Trent’s balls where it began to strip Trent of his bountiful virility. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins was too much for Trent. He let loose a deep growl as he began to cum the biggest load of his life. Jordi choked and gagged as a massive volley of cum shot out of the huge cock inside his mouth. As Trent’s cock continued to spew cum, his balls began to shrink and shrivel. 

As Jordi took volley after volley of Trent's seed, the spell ensured that he also drained Trent of the raw masculinity that made him the titan that he was today. Jordi’s small testicles began to swell in size, sending a cocktail of hormones throughout his body. An inherent sense of confidence began to build inside him as he began to suck the rest of the potent liquid out of Trent’s cock. 

Trent’s testicles continued shrinking to the size of small grapes. The ecstasy that Trent was feeling was too much and the jock blacked out and crashed to the floor. Riding his sudden wave of confidence, Jordi stood up and jacked his small dick a few times, before sending several thick loads of cum all over the unconscious jock. Jordi had never cummed before, and the sheer volume and viscosity of this load surprised him. He looked down at the jock drenched in his seed. “Pathetic”, Jordi said as he spat on the spent athlete before turning to leave the showers.

From that day, Jordi’s life began to change. Just as he finished high school, Jordi began to undergo a huge growth spurt that continued throughout the summer until he started college standing at just over 6’5. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. He thrived at every physical pursuit he put his mind to, even beating out the senior men.

He garnered a serious amount of attention from his classmates of both sexes, quickly becoming a popular member of the student body. He was invited to all the hottest parties where people clamored to hang out with him, in the vein hope that some of his majesty would rub off on them. He stood head and shoulders above the other guys in his classes, even his fellow jocks who looked up to him in reverence. As such he commanded absolute authority and he always got first dibs on which lucky girl he'd decide to take home. He was even know to bed the girlfriends of those in his crew, sometimes several at once, just to remind the smaller men who was the alpha. When he was done with them, they'd return to their boyfriends wishing that their pricks would stretch them the same way that Jordi's monster had.

In his final year of college, Jordi discovered bodybuilding. His body responded to the more intense workout routine and strict diet by packing on pound after pound of shredded muscle onto his also large frame. His hulking physique commanded attention as no one else in his college could. Those who were lucky enough to spend a night with Jordi recounted stories of animalistic sex drive and tales of limping home the next day after a night riding his legendary cock. 

Shortly after graduation, Jordi was ready to enter his first show. His conditioning and definition were both so insane that the judges practically gave him the win the moment he stepped foot on stage. A few of the other competitors wanted to give up once they saw his phenomenal form, but Jordi pressured them to stay on the stage as their comparatively small physiques further added to the majesty of his own.

Jordi was fizzing after winning the contest. He had kissed his mum goodbye at the contest venue and had climbed into his Jeep. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, savouring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The rush he felt from dominating those other bodybuilders who were in the best conditioning of their lives was absolutely intoxicating. And in his hometown no less. His hand slipped into his shorts, massaging the kinks out of his engorged package. It had taken so much self-control to not get a raging hard-on right there on the stage as the lesser men had shied away posing next to his dominating form. He bit his lip and composed himself. A self-worship session would need to wait. 

He started his jeep and drove over to his hometown’s gym. He had never worked out there in his youth, being too weak and feeble to ever dream of setting foot in the door. But now that he was a god among men, he saw it as a personal victory to walk through the doors and let everyone witness the beast he had become.

‘Excuse me, sir, can I please see your membership card?’ a slender man called from behind the sign-in counter as Jordie confidently strode into the gym. Jordi shot a menacing glare at the man, causing him to shrink away as Jordi made his way over to the free weights. Jordi spent the next few hours working out his huge muscles until his body was swollen and drenched with glistening sweat. The other gym patrons had long since left, either to avoid the behemoth's loud grunts as he heaved double the weight they could ever dream of or to furiously masturbate in their cars as they pictured his impressive form. 

At the end of his workout, Jordi made his way into the locker room, where he proceeded to get undressed. His hulking torso seemed to swell even bigger as he peeled off his shirt, his bronzed form on full display like some sort of work of art. He dropped his shorts revealing his monstrous cock and balls as he made his way into the back of the showers, his heavy footsteps thudding on the damp floor and his oversized cock swinging between his bulging quads. 

Jordi turned on the faucet, and a hot stream of water began to pour over his hulking form. He smiled to himself, the facet came up to just below his chin. They really should install higher ones for towering individuals like himself. His calloused hands proceeded to roam his swollen muscles, cleaning the potent sweat and fake tan off his skin. 

Jordi heard someone clearing their throat behind him. “Excuse me, sir, gym facilities are for paying members only,” a high-pitched voice croaked. Jordi turned his head to find the slender employee from earlier. Jordi smiled to himself. He slowly turned the rest of his body towards the smaller man, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he continued to soap them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. The water cascaded down his brick-like abs, flowing like rivers through each of the deep valleys and ridges that made up his powerful midsection. Jordi noticed the smaller man's gaze travel downwards as he became mesmerised by Jordie’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as his wrist.

“I guess you’re the little mouse now Trent,” Jordi rumbled in his deep baritone. Trent’s eyes went wide. It couldn’t be that kid from gym class. Ignoring the behemoth's hulking body, he took a long look at the handsome face of the man in front of him. The bodybuilder could have been the kid's older, hotter brother. The kid that used to make suck him off after practice. He had stronger, more masculine facial features but those dazzling brown eyes were unmistakable.

Trent’s mind went back to that day in the showers when he woke on the floor covered in cum, his nuts shrivelled and tiny. His life had changed that day. It was like his confidence had vanished overnight. The other changes started small. First, his girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't get it up in bed anymore, his normal insatiable sex drive fading. Then the coach said his killer instinct had gone, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the football team. 

Then the shrinking began. Each morning he woke up ever so slightly smaller. No one in his family believed him, instead, they just told him to work out more and lay off the junk food. The lingering magic clouded their memories so that they believed that he had always been at his current height.

By the end of senior year, Trent had lost a couple of inches in height and his hard muscle had become soft with fat. It even got worse when he started college. He ended up dropping out at the end of his first year after he had shrunk over a foot in height and his body was bulging with soft fat. Worst of all, his once legendary package has shrivelled down to a pencil-thin prick that matched his raisin-sized balls.

Eventually, after hitting rock bottom and returning to his hometown, he managed to salvage his life somewhat. He joined his local gym and managed to fight his genetics to lose most of his flab. There were still stubborn pockets of fat in his cheeks and butt that he couldn’t seem to shift and he never managed to put on any muscle, but it was a vast improvement over his time in college. He even managed to get a job at the gym as a weight loss coach. His life had improved, but gone was the titan that he was a few short years ago, and in his place was a twink of a man. And now, somehow he was staring up at the life he should have had. 

“Jordi?” the little man stammered. “In the flesh,” the big man said as he continued to massage his swollen muscles. Trent was mesmerised by the grace and tenderness of the brute's movements as he caressed his muscles in large, arching motions, his fingers dancing along the ridges and peaks of his bulging form. Jordi caught him staring. “Yeah, I changed a bit since you last saw me”, Jordi explained as he kneaded his heavy pecs, “most people can’t get enough of the new and improved me”. The titan began to trace his fingers down his rock-hard abs. “You know I won my pro-card today - and I’ve only been bodybuilding for about a year”. “It’s like my genetics are perfectly programmed for putting on pound after pound of clean muscle at an insane rate”. Jordi put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, giving him an impressive v-taper. 

“But how? You were so small during gym class, how did you…” Trent paused mid-sentence as everything clicked in his mind. Jordi had somehow taken everything from him. His muscles. His height. His manhood. With tears in his eyes, Trent darted across the showers and started clawing at the larger man. “Give it back, give me back my body” Trent wailed with tears in his eyes, his small fists completely ineffective against the solid core of the mammoth in front of him. Jordi sniggered. His former bully couldn’t even reach past the bottom row of his abs. 

Trent felt something poke him in the chest. He looked down to see Jordi’s colossal cock was level with his chest. And it was fully erect. Trent was mesmerised by the sheer size of the monster appendage. 

Seeing the smaller man’s reaction to his fuck stick, Jordi reached down with one of his calloused hands and gently pulled back his foreskin exposing it’s thick mushroom head. The air was instantly filled with a pungent aroma of sweat and musk that seemed to pour out of his exposed glands. 

Trent found himself salivating. He opened his mouth and slowly moved his head towards the monstrous appendage in front of him. As his tongue was just about to make contact, Trent felt himself be pushed backwards as Jordi pressed him to the floor with one of his huge size 15 feet. “I want you to beg for it little mouse,” Jordi growled at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. Trent looked up at the titan towering above him, marvelling at how the water was cascading down the ridges and valleys of the man's musculature. “Please let me suck your cock!” he pleaded as he pulled himself to his knees. Smack! Trent’s cheek stung as Jordi’s meaty cock smacked him across his face. “Not good enough,” Jordi said, his deep voice laden with venom. 

Trent looked up at the man with wide eyes filled with tears and a thick red mark on his cheek. How the tables had turned. He mumbled something under his breath. “What was that runt?” Jordi roared, fire in his eyes. “I said, I’m glad you took my muscles!'' Trent squeaked, “ You took them from me and used them to become so much more. They were wasted on me. I would have never been able to get to the size you are. The definition you have. The god you are”. Tears were streaming down Trent's face as he kneaded Jordies colossal thighs with his small hands. “Please, let me worship you like the alpha you are,” Trent said, pleading to the large man. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Jordi's chest. “You see little mouse, that’s the difference between a true alpha like me, and the wanna-be’s like you used to be,” Jordi said as flexed his powerful forearms, watching the thick chords of dance underneath the surface of his paper-thin skin. “Pretenders let people worship them,” the larger man said, his gaze beering deep into Trent’s soul. Real alpha’s make them worship. With that, Jordi grabbed the back of Trent’s head with both hands and forced him down onto his cock. 

Trent’s small mouth was stretched to its limits to accommodate the sheer size of the mushroom head. Jordi began to force more of his shaft into Trent’s waiting mouth. The titan battered the smaller man’s mouth for what seemed like hours, as Trent's eyes became red and his face bruised from the battering. But throughout, Trent's tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cock that was being jackhammered into his mouth. One of Trent's hands massaged Jordi's oversized balls, while the other massaged any muscle it could get his hands on from Jordi's colossal quads to his diamond-cut abs. Eventually, he settled on using both hands to stimulate the sizable length of shaft that he simply couldn't fit into his mouth. Anything to better please the god in front of him. 

With a roar, Jordi forced the head of his cock down Jordi's throat and began to cum rope after rope of thick cum straight down his gullet. Trent greedily guzzled down as much as he could until the volume being released began to leak out of the sides of his mouth and he was practically drowning in Jordi’s potent seed.

Jordi pulled his colossal member out of Trent’s mouth, causing the smaller man to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. Some small part of Trent wanted him to look up and see Jordi passed out on the ground, as if he had somehow managed to suck his manhood back out of the titan’s cock. But as he slipped his hand into his cum soaked shorts, he found his all too familiar raisin-sized testicles. Instead, he looked up to see Trent still towering above him, a terrifying look of lust in his eyes, and his cock still rock hard as it oozed cum. As if in a trance, Trent turned away from the hulking man. He slowly pulled down his gym shorts, and bent over, offering his perky twink butt to the hulking titan.

Wild with lust, Jordi picked Trent up and lowered him down on his waiting cock. Trent wailed as the huge member pushed up against his virgin hole. Jordi grunted as he tried to push his way inside but he was just too huge. The remnants of the spell cast all of those years ago flared to life one last time, once again surging around the room. They flowed into Trent, changing him one last time. Jordi felt Trent’s hole relax ever so slightly. It was still an incredibly tight fit, but he managed to force his way inside. Jordi moaned as inch after inch of his cock forced it's way inside of Trent's perky bubble butt. It was so incredibly tight that it seemed like his ass was perfectly made to take his massive dick and provide him with as much pleasure as possible. 

Its mission fulfilled, the magic finally dissipated and faded, leaving only Trent’s high-pitched moans and Jordi’s deep rumbling grunts as Jordi bred his former tormentor like the pathetic little mouse he was. 

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Taking it all

“Damn bro, this jaw came in nicely,” Josh said as he inspected his strong jaw in the bathroom mirror. He rubbed his fingers across his prickly stubble, tracing the lantern-shaped bone beneath. “Like a fucking work of art,” Josh mumbled as he took a few steps away from the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was breathtaking. His handsome, boy-next-door features were given an edge by a dusting of dark stubble and thick eyebrows. A trendy haircut and tanned, blemish-free skin completed the look. Looks like this could definitely get a boy into trouble.

Moving down from his stunning facial features, Josh’s neck was the first sign that there was something more to this high school senior than just a pretty face. His neck was thick and wide, flanked by two broad traps. The two muscle groups weren’t usually so freakishly developed on a high school senior’s body, but Josh was no ordinary 18-year-old. Standing well over 6 feet, Josh’s broad frame was packed with musculature that was more in keeping with an athlete in their late twenties.

His rounded shoulders and back were so broad that they couldn’t even fit within the frame of the bathroom mirror. Huge swollen pecs jutted several inches from his chest. His biceps and triceps were so large that it was a small miracle that any sleeve could contain them. Powerful, ripped abdominal muscles led to the lower abdominal ‘dick pointer’ that so many men craved. A perky bubble butt and think quads stretched the fabric of his designer underwear to breaking point.

Josh put both his large calloused hands on the edge of the counter and slowly lowered his weight in a push-up-like motion. He loved how his biceps swelled, a single pencil-thick vein throbbing to the surface. As it contracted, his chest hardened into a granite shelf to power the simple movement. His body was a well-tuned machine, a perfectly balanced system of power and finesse. Such a physique in one so young could only be achieved through insane genetics, perfect nutrition, and hour after hour of tortuous workouts. And in Josh’s case, he was grateful that Harry had put the hard yards in.

Josh turned to the former Jock sitting next to him. Harry was bound tightly to a simple chair and his mouth was gagged to silence any potential outbursts. His body was pale and thin, his arms lacking any form of muscle definition to even think of attempting an escape. The boyish features of his face were centered around large, blue eyes that would have been dazzling if it were not for their bloodshot appearance and dark under-eye circles. He looked completely drained, tear’s having long since stained his pale cheeks. Harry was utterly defeated. The only thing that hinted at his former jock life was the dusting of hair covering his body, and the fat 10-inch cock swinging between his legs.

Josh bent down and stroked Harry’s flaccid member with one of his hands, the rough calluses from hours of pumping iron sending a shiver up the smaller man's spine. “Please” Harry cried, “I have nothing more to give”. Josh squeezed the throbbing shaft, noting the glob of precum that oozed from the exposed head. Harry caught the drop of white liquid on the tip of his finger just before it fell to the floor. “Can’t let this go to waste now can we?” he smirked as he ran the finger along the end of his chin. After a few seconds, Harry’s seed began to absorb into Josh’s skin. As the cum soaked into his skin, a deep cleft began to surface, further increasing Josh’s handsome looks.

“Fuck, I’m even more perfect,” Josh gasped as he continued to gently stroke Harry’s throbbing shaft. With his other hand, Josh palmed Harry’s oversized balls, marvelling in their weight and size. Even after all of the loads that they’d shot today, they still seemed to have more in the tank. Harry was trying to resist with all his might “Please, just give me my body back”. Josh smiled to himself. Typical Harry - a stupid jock till the end. He hadn’t taken his body, that was impossible. However, he had taken his vitality, his height, and his innate masculinity to further enhance his own far beyond his former genetic limits. But somewhere in the back of his mind, Josh did take pity on the former stud.

“Ok bud, I’ll give it to you,” Josh said, letting go of Harry’s package and standing to his full imposing height. His chest and lats were so thick and wide, they just seemed to go on and on forever. “Really?” Harry said, looking up at the giant in front of him, his eyes full of hope. “Really, I’ll give it all to you,” Josh said, crossing his heavy arms in front of his chest, “I wanted you to stop bullying me, and something tells me you’ll never lay a finger on me again”. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want!” Harry pleaded. “Ok, well this transfer is going to be a bit different” Josh said as he disappeared behind Harry. “How?” Harry asked, panic setting into his voice. Josh knelt down behind Harry, his hot breath against Harry’s neck. “I’m going to fuck you” whispered, his low baritone rumbling across the silent room.

In one swift motion, Josh tore Harry’s bindings off and lifted him off the chair. Josh roughly bent Harry over before tearing off his own underwear. Josh’s thin 5-inches was at full mast, and while it wasn’t impressive, it was more than enough for the task that lay ahead. He pushed his small head against Harry’s tight hole. “Do you want this to happen or not?” Josh growled. Harry knew this was the only chance he had of getting his body back, so he took a deep breath and relaxed. Josh saw his opening and slid his dick inside Harry’s waiting hole. Using his powerful forearms, he began to pump Harry’s perky rear up and down on his cock, practically using the former jock as a fleshlight. “Fuck, that isn’t so bad,” Harry panted, “good thing you have such a small dick”.

Josh’s powerful thrusts slowed to a stop. “What did you just say runt?” his voice rumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it, it was just a stupid slip” Harry stammered. His whole body was shaking as he cowered in fear. Josh could snap him in two without even a second thought. Josh calmly reached down and grabbed Harry’s throbbing erection, his huge mitt not even making it the whole way around Harry’s shaft. Frozen in fear, Harry watched on hopelessly as the larger man began to run his hand up and down his shaft.

A mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through Harry's body as the larger man’s calloused hands worked the length of his shaft. With not even a single ounce of lube, the hand job was rough, but it was working as intended as Harry was quickly brought to the brink of orgasm. “You deserve this you asshole” Josh whispered in Harry’s ear as Harry’s dick started spewing cum into Josh’s waiting hand.

As Harry came down from his orgasmic high, Josh pulled his still-hard dick out of the smaller man. Josh grinned as he slathered his thin member in Harry’s cum. When it was all good and lubed, he massaged the excess cum onto his swollen pecs. As the potent liquid quickly disappeared into Josh’s chest, a dusting of hair sprouted from the formally smooth skin. Harry stared at his own flat chest in horror as his carefully trimmed chest hair retreated back into his skin.

“This is going to be good”, Josh said licking his lips. Using the viscous liquid as lube, Josh slammed his cock back into Harry’s waiting hole. He proceeded to jackhammer the smaller man with thrusts of his powerful thighs, pulling his cock almost entirely out before slamming it back in again to the base of his shaft.

With each powerful thrust, Harry felt a pressure build inside of him. Harry looked down in despair as he saw his cock shrivelling away each time his ass was pounded. Each of Josh’s thrusts became successively longer as his dick swelled in size. Josh grunted as Harry’s hole seemed to grow tighter and tighter as it struggled to contain his growing mass.

As the growth subsided, Josh fell into a steady rhythm as breeding his former tormentor. His newly heavy balls smacked Harry’s ass cheeks with each powerful stroke. Harry’s vision flashed white from the sheer pain and pleasure he felt during the hammering of his tight hole.

Remnants of cum had dripped from Josh’s chest to cascade over the ridges of his six-pack, causing his core to tighten further and a treasure trail to develop from the top of his abs down to his perfectly trimmed pubes. Harry’s ass was so tight on Josh’s thick rod that every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure throughout his body, the nerves of his fuck stick firing with each elongated stroke. After what seemed like hours, the pressure building in Josh’s balls became immense and he neared climax.

With a roar, Josh came, spewing a torrent of cum inside of Harry’s waiting ass. All his muscles twitched and flexed as a bone-shaking orgasm pulsed through his powerful body. He radiated a pure masculine heat, causing a thin sheen of sweat to develop across his wide form. The air reeked of the smell of sweat and sex. Josh had never felt such a raw, primal power before. He lifted the former jock off his still dripping cock and turned to the mirror to admire himself once more, flexing each one of his swollen muscles in turn.

Harry fell to the ground spent. He’d never felt so used. But at least he’d get his body back. He lay there for a few moments, absolutely exhausted, waiting for his familiar strength to return. But it never came. After what seemed like an eternity, Harry opened his eyes to see Josh standing above him, his erect cock pointing straight towards him. “Want to take all of it again?” the giant said with a dark grin on his face.

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Names Will Never Hurt Me

Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.

You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me? 

You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.

You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass. 

You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.

You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.

Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is. 

What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.

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Short Story: A Gift from his fans

“Ohh shit” Alex said as a familiar tingling sensation built in his body, causing his muscles to ripple and twitch under his shink. “Dude, another one?” his friend said as he looked on with amazement. Alex closed his eyes as he rode the wave of pleasure, biting his lip and curling his meaty toes inside his trainers. As his muscles spasmed, they pulsed ever so slightly bigger. The sensation gradually subsided and Alex opened his eyes and gave his muscular body a quick once over. “Must have been a big one,” he said as he ran his hands over the curves and ridges of his torso.

“Man, that necklace is insane” his friend said as he watched the unbelievable display in front of him. Alex played with the ornate silver cross that was strung around his thick neck on a silver chain. It was an ancient family heirloom that caused the wearer’s masculinity to grow whenever someone climaxed while gazing upon the wearer. In ages past, the cross had kept Alex’s ancestors slightly ahead of their peers. But in the age of social media, Alex was able to use the heirloom's mysterious powers on a large scale.

Alex ran his fingers through the thick covering of hair on his chest. He’d been pretty hairless up until a couple of months ago. The dark hairs sprouting from his chest and armpits gave him a definitely manly aura. He sniffed his hairy pits and enjoying his manly scent as he massaged his meaty quads. His hands began to wander from his quads to the sizable bulge in the front of his shorts. Growing up, he used to be embarrassed about the size of his dick. But the 8 inch monster he currently had in his pants was something to be admired. He rubbed his mushroom head through the fabric, as he imagined the feeling of growing even bigger.

“You know what?” Alex said as he pulled out his phone “I still need to bulk up a bit more for that wrestling tv show”. Alex flexed his swollen bicep at his selfie camera, and angled it such that the outline of his hard-on was visible in the front of his shorts.

Within a few moments, he felt the tingling sensation return, stronger than ever before. The sheer magnitude of the sensation caused him to release a torrent of cum into his briefs. The swelling of his body accelerated as he heard a moan from the seat next to him. He cracked open his eyes to see a dark spot forming on the front of his friend's pants. His friend blushed a dark shade of crimson, as Alex closed his eyes and rode wave after wave of pleasure as his post begain to go viral.

Image credit: Alexander Ludwig by milosworkz

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Psst.

PSST!

Your friend Kei waves at you excitedly from a gym bench across the room. He quickly checks that the other gym patrons are not looking at him before mouthing “Watch this”. Breathing deeply a few times to prepare himself, Kei leans down and picks up a 40-pound dumbbell off the floor. A sheepish smile quickly spreads across his face.

Holy shit dude! This feels so fucking light! This used to be my max lift but now it feels like nothing! 

Kei bends forward slightly and curls the weight towards his knee with perfect form. The simple motion causes his bicep to swell. His eyes grow wide as he watches the muscle flex and contract as he easily pumps out rep after rep.

After completing a set, he quickly swaps to the other arm, his eyes never leaving his arm muscles. Finishing the set, Kei stands and returns the weights to the rack before pausing, his mind lost in thought.

If I could do my normal set that easily, I wonder how much I can actually lift now?

Without pausing, Kei make his way down to the other end of the free weights area where the larger weights were and selected a pair. Like a man possessed, he stares at himself in the mirror as he pumps out rep after rep of bicep curls. The muscles in his arms swell larger and larger as they fight to lift the heavy weight. Veins begin to push to the surface as the muscle fibres ripple and dance with each powerful rep. You watch on hypnotized as the display in front of me until Kei’s sultry voice brings you back to reality.

Don’t feel like you need to hang around bro, I’m going to mess around here for a little bit longer.

You turn and go back to your treadmill and begin to watch Kei from afar. He grabs a heavier pair of dumbbells this time. His loud, rubbing grunts began to fill the gym as he heaved the iron up towards his meaty pecs. 

Over the next hour or so, you watch Kei progressively make his way around the gym. Whether at the squat rack or a bench, he tosses around hundreds of pounds of iron like it was nothing, the whole time his body continually developing an insane pump. After a particularly heavy deadlift, he let out a loud moan before making his way to the bathroom, where he returned a few minutes later in a new pair of tight-fitting gym shorts. 

After a couple of hours, you lose sight of Kei. You make your way to the locker room to see if you can find your friend. You could smell him before you saw him, his heavy musk permuting across the room. Kei is flexing in front of the mirror, every muscle heavy and swollen from his torturous workout. His pale skin has turned a bright shade of pink from the exertion and is drenched in a thick layer of sweat. You watch on in awe as he flexes his heavy forearms, watching a spider web of veins dance beneath his skin. Without taking his eyes off his own reflection, Kei acknowledges your presence with his deep southern drawl.

I know what you’re thinking. How vain can you be? Being one of those roided-out douchebags flexing in the gym. You just don’t understand how good this pump fucking feels. It's such a rush dude. Each time I flex, I can feel my muscles straining against my skin. The strength coursing through my veins is incredible. And the hormones. My hormones are going wild. It’s like I finally understand what being a real man is like. Like I have this rage deep down inside that’s just waiting to unleash. Lifting. Getting stronger. Fucking. It’s basically all I can think about.

You notice the sizable bulge snaking down one of Kei’s colossal quads. This is getting out of hand. You let Kei know that you think it’s time to leave the gym.

Why? Because you’re tired? Am I embarrassing you? No. I think it’s because you're jealous. Jealous that you could have been the one in my shoes. The one with all of this. 

Kei motions to his hulking body, before, kneading his heavy pecs with his meaty hands. 

Well, tough luck dude. You were the one who turned down a chance at tutoring the guys on the football team because you wanted to play Dota. So instead, the coach gave me the call-up. So while you were locked away in your room gaming, I was spending long nights trying to teach those meatheads how to do basic algebra. And when Trent here was at risk of failing his final and being kicked out of college, I was the one he asked to swap bodies with so I could take the test for him. And what a fucking body it is.

Kei clenches his fists and hunches his shoulders and he seems to flex every muscle in his body in an awe-inspiring display of masculine potential. Every muscle of stolen muscle was sculpted to perfection over years of pumping iron. Seconds seem to stretch into hours as your eyes dart around the perfect form in front of you. Suddenly, Kei lets out a large exhale and relaxes. You realise you’ve been holding your breath this whole time as you gasp for air.

Breathtaking huh? Well, that’s not even the best part.

Kei unceremoniously drops his shorts, allowing his swollen cock to burst forth. Swollen, thick, and girthy, the heavy member bounced a few times before coming to rest at a right angle to Kei’s swollen torso. 

Sick isn’t it? This donkey dick was snaking down my leg the whole workout. Even soft, it’s so much bigger than what I used to. And it’s cut, so it’s so fucking sensitive. I even had to swap shorts after I got a bit too excited during my squats. It was such a high hitting that pb that I nutted then and there. 

Kei gently massaged his package as recalled the day's heroics. Even with his with one of his large hands, there was still plenty of room on his shaft. You feel a pang of jealousy. That should have been you exploring Trent’s hefty cock. Kei spied you staring.

You know what’s better than staring? Touching.

Kei reaches out and takes your hand, its small stature engulfed in Kei’s calloused mitt. He slowly brings it up to one of his broad pecs. The heat radiating off his swollen chest is intense. As your hand makes contact with his sweaty skin, you feel the firm muscle underneath. You stand motionless for a moment, feeling the strong beat of Kei’s heart. Then, without warning, the firm muscle contracts beneath your fingertips growing rock hard. You look up to see Kei smiling down at you cockily as he flexes his pecs.

You know what? I really like this body. Like REALLY like this body. I can’t imagine going back to being a nerdy Asian runt. And I don’t think I have to. Trent said the spell would end when I took the test for him. 

You panic. Kei has to go back. What about his life? His parents? Your best friend? Seeing the wheels turning in your head, Kei lets forth a hearty chuckle, a cheeky smirk painted on his face.

Don’t panic dude. The test finished an hour ago. There’s no going back now.

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Speeding

Ross slammed his foot on the gas and sped away from the gym parking lot. He was pretty sure that no one had seen him sprinting away from the building, but he didn't want to hang around and find out if he was right.

Heath, the undisputed gym alpha, had sauntered into the locker room, his body sweaty and swollen from a workout that was so intense, it would have broken a normal man like Ross. As Heath made his way to the showers, Ross took the opportunity to quickly swipe the hunk’s gym bag. Ross rummaged through the bag as he ran from the gym. Beneath all the empty protein shakers and musty gym clothes, he found the object of his desire. The keys to Heath’s legendary truck. It was huge, masculine, and complete overkill for a normal college-aged guy, but a titan like Heath simply needed the space. It was well known that Heath would take the hottest chick at any party back to his truck, only for them to limp away hours later with a dazed grin plastered on their faces. Ross knew he could get a decent price for the truck if he managed to get it over state lines.

Ross unlocked the heavy door and pulled himself up into the driver's seat. The rail-thin punk felt tiny in the large leather seat that was clearly made for a much bigger man. The size difference between the two men was so intense that Ross could hardly reach the steering wheel. He fumbled around beneath the seat to find the adjustment, his hand feeling around discarded condom wrappers and half-eaten protein bars. He pulled the seat forward as far forward as it could go before turning the key and starting the engine.

The feeling that Ross felt as he stepped on the gas and the engine roared to life caught him by surprise. He knew it was just a truck, but there was something about being encased in this overcompensating hunk of machinery that made him feel different. It made him feel strong. It made him feel powerful. Ross pulled out of the gym parking lot with a burst of speed, not caring that he cut off a small Prius in the process.

As Ross speed away, the leather of the seat began pulling at the exposed skin on his back. Ross wriggled his slender hips and pushed himself higher in the seat to relieve the tension. After the alterations, he felt slightly hunched over, like the pedals and steering wheel were a bit close, so he set the seat back an extra notch. Feeling a little hot, he also turned up the aircon before he turned his attention back to the road in front of him. That’s when he saw it. The muscles in his normally bone-thin forearm were rippling and flexing under his skin. Shocked, Ross pulled the truck over in a quiet side street.

By the time the truck came to a halt, Ross’ whole body was shifting and changing. Ross gripped the wheel tightly as his bones painfully stretched longer and broader. His muscle fibres tore and flexed as pound after pound of lean mass swelled across his frame. His swelling quads and package forced his legs to adopt a wider stance. His feet swelled in size so much that they now completely obscured the polished metal of the gas pedal beneath them. Finally, Ross tore this shirt off, exposing his newly sculpted torso to the cool air of the car.

As the growth seemed to slow, Ross looked up into the rear-view mirror before gasping. He’d taken more than just Heath’s prized truck. Heath’s handsome reflection stared back at him with steely blue eyes instead of the normal weedy little punk reflection that he was so used to seeing. Soon his hands were roaming over every inch of his new body, feeling the raw power of the muscle that he now possessed including the obscene bulge in his pants.

The feverish self-worship was only interrupted by a call coming over the truck's speakers. “I don’t know who you are, but please bring my truck back, I’ll pay you anything!” a pitched high-pitched voice pleaded. Ross smiled to himself and hung up before firing up the engine once more. With his new physique, he felt much more at home behind the wheel. His movements were much more decisive and commanding. As he pulled onto the highway out of town, he wound down the window and leaned one of his swollen forearms on the windowsill. He loved the feeling of the cool air on his exposed torso. Ross sped off into the distance, ready to start his life as a new man.

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Through The Pain

Christian knew it would be painful. The other nerds had warned him that forcing a person’s soul from their own body would hurt. But Christian wasn’t prepared for the sheer torture that he would feel as he literally tore someone’s essense away from every fibre of their being. It was painful for the other nerds, but Christian had gone for an even bigger target. He was taking the body of Luke, a fellow senior who seemed to spend every waking hour in the gym. The soul sundering process took significantly longer for the over-muscled brute, and Christian was consumed in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last of Luke’s spirit began to fade away along with the searing pain. And in its place, a sense of euphoria. The feeling of release after such an agonising experience, combined with the barrage of new sensations was overwhelming. The soft athletic fabric stretched tight over his new pecs and shoulders. The feeling of innate strength swelling deep within his swollen muscle. The potent cocktail of hormones coursing through his veins. It was all too much. Christian threw his head back and released a rumbling moan as he rode his first orgasim in his new body. His huge arms tensed as they gripped the side of the gym bench, its cool metal warping slightly against his herculean strength. His thick quads flexed and contracted in time with the bucking of his hips as he released volley after volley of Luke’s potent jock seed into his gym shorts.

As he came down from his post orgasmic high, Christian became aware of the silence that had descended over the gym. He hauled himself to his feet and surveyed his kingdom. He stood head and shoulders above the other former nerds that had gathered to watch. The old Christian would have been embarrassed by the attention. But the new Christian relished it. He craved it. With on smooth motion, Christian tore his workout shirt off his body, exposing a  physique developed well beyond its years. The other former nerds were in awe. Sensing his newfound dominance, Christian took his rightful place as the top of the food chain as undisputed alpha.

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Names Will Never Hurt Me

Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.

You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me? 

You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.

You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass. 

You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.

You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.

Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is. 

What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.

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Taking it all

“Damn bro, this jaw came in nicely,” Josh said as he inspected his strong jaw in the bathroom mirror. He rubbed his fingers across his prickly stubble, tracing the lantern-shaped bone beneath. “Like a fucking work of art,” Josh mumbled as he took a few steps away from the mirror. The reflection staring back at him was breathtaking. His handsome, boy-next-door features were given an edge by a dusting of dark stubble and thick eyebrows. A trendy haircut and tanned, blemish-free skin completed the look. Looks like this could definitely get a boy into trouble.

Moving down from his stunning facial features, Josh’s neck was the first sign that there was something more to this high school senior than just a pretty face. His neck was thick and wide, flanked by two broad traps. The two muscle groups weren’t usually so freakishly developed on a high school senior’s body, but Josh was no ordinary 18-year-old. Standing well over 6 feet, Josh’s broad frame was packed with musculature that was more in keeping with an athlete in their late twenties.

His rounded shoulders and back were so broad that they couldn’t even fit within the frame of the bathroom mirror. Huge swollen pecs jutted several inches from his chest. His biceps and triceps were so large that it was a small miracle that any sleeve could contain them. Powerful, ripped abdominal muscles led to the lower abdominal ‘dick pointer’ that so many men craved. A perky bubble butt and think quads stretched the fabric of his designer underwear to breaking point.

Josh put both his large calloused hands on the edge of the counter and slowly lowered his weight in a push-up-like motion. He loved how his biceps swelled, a single pencil-thick vein throbbing to the surface. As it contracted, his chest hardened into a granite shelf to power the simple movement. His body was a well-tuned machine, a perfectly balanced system of power and finesse. Such a physique in one so young could only be achieved through insane genetics, perfect nutrition, and hour after hour of tortuous workouts. And in Josh’s case, he was grateful that Harry had put the hard yards in.

Josh turned to the former Jock sitting next to him. Harry was bound tightly to a simple chair and his mouth was gagged to silence any potential outbursts. His body was pale and thin, his arms lacking any form of muscle definition to even think of attempting an escape. The boyish features of his face were centered around large, blue eyes that would have been dazzling if it were not for their bloodshot appearance and dark under-eye circles. He looked completely drained, tear’s having long since stained his pale cheeks. Harry was utterly defeated. The only thing that hinted at his former jock life was the dusting of hair covering his body, and the fat 10-inch cock swinging between his legs.

Josh bent down and stroked Harry’s flaccid member with one of his hands, the rough calluses from hours of pumping iron sending a shiver up the smaller man's spine. “Please” Harry cried, “I have nothing more to give”. Josh squeezed the throbbing shaft, noting the glob of precum that oozed from the exposed head. Harry caught the drop of white liquid on the tip of his finger just before it fell to the floor. “Can’t let this go to waste now can we?” he smirked as he ran the finger along the end of his chin. After a few seconds, Harry’s seed began to absorb into Josh’s skin. As the cum soaked into his skin, a deep cleft began to surface, further increasing Josh’s handsome looks.

“Fuck, I’m even more perfect,” Josh gasped as he continued to gently stroke Harry’s throbbing shaft. With his other hand, Josh palmed Harry’s oversized balls, marvelling in their weight and size. Even after all of the loads that they’d shot today, they still seemed to have more in the tank. Harry was trying to resist with all his might “Please, just give me my body back”. Josh smiled to himself. Typical Harry - a stupid jock till the end. He hadn’t taken his body, that was impossible. However, he had taken his vitality, his height, and his innate masculinity to further enhance his own far beyond his former genetic limits. But somewhere in the back of his mind, Josh did take pity on the former stud.

“Ok bud, I’ll give it to you,” Josh said, letting go of Harry’s package and standing to his full imposing height. His chest and lats were so thick and wide, they just seemed to go on and on forever. “Really?” Harry said, looking up at the giant in front of him, his eyes full of hope. “Really, I’ll give it all to you,” Josh said, crossing his heavy arms in front of his chest, “I wanted you to stop bullying me, and something tells me you’ll never lay a finger on me again”. “Yes, I’ll do whatever you want!” Harry pleaded. “Ok, well this transfer is going to be a bit different” Josh said as he disappeared behind Harry. “How?” Harry asked, panic setting into his voice. Josh knelt down behind Harry, his hot breath against Harry’s neck. “I’m going to fuck you” whispered, his low baritone rumbling across the silent room.

In one swift motion, Josh tore Harry’s bindings off and lifted him off the chair. Josh roughly bent Harry over before tearing off his own underwear. Josh’s thin 5-inches was at full mast, and while it wasn’t impressive, it was more than enough for the task that lay ahead. He pushed his small head against Harry’s tight hole. “Do you want this to happen or not?” Josh growled. Harry knew this was the only chance he had of getting his body back, so he took a deep breath and relaxed. Josh saw his opening and slid his dick inside Harry’s waiting hole. Using his powerful forearms, he began to pump Harry’s perky rear up and down on his cock, practically using the former jock as a fleshlight. “Fuck, that isn’t so bad,” Harry panted, “good thing you have such a small dick”.

Josh’s powerful thrusts slowed to a stop. “What did you just say runt?” his voice rumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it, it was just a stupid slip” Harry stammered. His whole body was shaking as he cowered in fear. Josh could snap him in two without even a second thought. Josh calmly reached down and grabbed Harry’s throbbing erection, his huge mitt not even making it the whole way around Harry’s shaft. Frozen in fear, Harry watched on hopelessly as the larger man began to run his hand up and down his shaft.

A mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through Harry's body as the larger man’s calloused hands worked the length of his shaft. With not even a single ounce of lube, the hand job was rough, but it was working as intended as Harry was quickly brought to the brink of orgasm. “You deserve this you asshole” Josh whispered in Harry’s ear as Harry’s dick started spewing cum into Josh’s waiting hand.

As Harry came down from his orgasmic high, Josh pulled his still-hard dick out of the smaller man. Josh grinned as he slathered his thin member in Harry’s cum. When it was all good and lubed, he massaged the excess cum onto his swollen pecs. As the potent liquid quickly disappeared into Josh’s chest, a dusting of hair sprouted from the formally smooth skin. Harry stared at his own flat chest in horror as his carefully trimmed chest hair retreated back into his skin.

“This is going to be good”, Josh said licking his lips. Using the viscous liquid as lube, Josh slammed his cock back into Harry’s waiting hole. He proceeded to jackhammer the smaller man with thrusts of his powerful thighs, pulling his cock almost entirely out before slamming it back in again to the base of his shaft.

With each powerful thrust, Harry felt a pressure build inside of him. Harry looked down in despair as he saw his cock shrivelling away each time his ass was pounded. Each of Josh’s thrusts became successively longer as his dick swelled in size. Josh grunted as Harry’s hole seemed to grow tighter and tighter as it struggled to contain his growing mass.

As the growth subsided, Josh fell into a steady rhythm as breeding his former tormentor. His newly heavy balls smacked Harry’s ass cheeks with each powerful stroke. Harry’s vision flashed white from the sheer pain and pleasure he felt during the hammering of his tight hole.

Remnants of cum had dripped from Josh’s chest to cascade over the ridges of his six-pack, causing his core to tighten further and a treasure trail to develop from the top of his abs down to his perfectly trimmed pubes. Harry’s ass was so tight on Josh’s thick rod that every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure throughout his body, the nerves of his fuck stick firing with each elongated stroke. After what seemed like hours, the pressure building in Josh’s balls became immense and he neared climax.

With a roar, Josh came, spewing a torrent of cum inside of Harry’s waiting ass. All his muscles twitched and flexed as a bone-shaking orgasm pulsed through his powerful body. He radiated a pure masculine heat, causing a thin sheen of sweat to develop across his wide form. The air reeked of the smell of sweat and sex. Josh had never felt such a raw, primal power before. He lifted the former jock off his still dripping cock and turned to the mirror to admire himself once more, flexing each one of his swollen muscles in turn.

Harry fell to the ground spent. He’d never felt so used. But at least he’d get his body back. He lay there for a few moments, absolutely exhausted, waiting for his familiar strength to return. But it never came. After what seemed like an eternity, Harry opened his eyes to see Josh standing above him, his erect cock pointing straight towards him. “Want to take all of it again?” the giant said with a dark grin on his face.

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Thanks for the muscles mum!

In celebration of reaching 500 subscribers, I thought I'd do a bit of a longer story, even though they don't get as much attention. This was a draft I did last year that kind of got out of hand but I think it ended up turning out pretty well. Thanks again and I hope you enjoy :)

Thanks for the muscles mum! Jordi said as he bent down and kissed his mother Beth on the cheek. Jordi had just won his first bodybuilding competition and was feeling on top of the world. He had blown the competition out of the water with his superior size, symmetry, and conditioning.

But Jordi wasn’t always like this. Growing up he was just like most other boys, with cute, boyish features that mothers like Beth find so adorable. But as other boys his age hit puberty and began to grow into men, Jordi stayed as he was. As he moved through high school, Jordi found himself increasingly socially isolated from his peers and eventually the subject of ridicule and bullying. By the time he had turned 18 during his senior year, he had developed a meek, and submissive personality, not wanting to draw attention to himself for fear of further upsetting his aggressors.

When Jordi started arriving home with bruises on his face, Beth decided enough was enough. She waited until her son was asleep before she crept up to the attic. She crawled over all the piles of junk and boxes of family memorabilia until she found an old wooden box. The box was locked, but the moment she touched it, the heavy metal lock clicked open, revealing an ancient leather-bound book that pulsed with a strange energy. Beth came from a long line of witches, and even though the practice had waned over the years, she was still known to cast the odd spell here and there. The case in point being the love spell she had placed on Jordie's father - although she must have done something wrong in that spell because he left her not long after Jordie’s birth.

The words in the book seemed to shimmer and dance as Beth flicked through the pages. There were spells that would make Jordi grow in height, spells to change his personality, and spells to make him incredibly handsome. But that wasn’t what Beth was after. She still wanted him to be her sweat littleJordi. She just wanted him to be able to stick up for himself a bit more and be comfortable in his own skin. 

Beth continued to flick through the pages until a spell caught her eye. Her understanding of the ancient language of the book was rusty, but the spell appeared to reference boosting one’s inner confidence. She glanced through the complicated spell, and after getting the gist of it, she snuck downstairs. Standing over her son’s sleeping form, she muttered the incantation before sprinkling a small amount of ash in the boy's hair. A slight breeze blew through the room - a sign to Beth that the spell must have worked. She creeped out of the room leaving her boy to his dreams.

The next day at school started as a typical day for Jordi. He spent the day going from class to class, barely talking to anyone and eating his lunch in an inconspicuous place to avoid drawing attention to himself. Eventually, he came to the part of his day he was both dreading and looking forward to - gym class. Thanks to his timetable, his gym class was mostly made out of jocks from the football team. If there was one thing that would ruin your confidence, it was having to watch these paragons of athleticism compete to see who was the top dog. Today was open weights. The jocks spent their time trying to outlift each other, throwing around huge amounts of iron while Jordi quietly did some bodyweight exercises in the corner.

The showers after class were usually a nightmare of taunts and jeers from the jocks, so Jordi had learned to hide away in a toilet cubicle. Eventually, the commotion outside the stall calmed down and the locker room became still. Jordi cracked open the door of the cubical just as he heard the sound of running water begin once again. He peered through the haze of steam into the shower block to see a lone figure against the back wall. Jordi watched from afar, taking in every inch of the figure's colossal physique. Trent was the star linebacker of the football team. While puberty had passed Jordi by, it had hit Trent like a freight train. His massive 6 foot 5 frame easily made him the tallest member on the team by a few inches, causing the coach to request a special higher shower nozzle to be installed just for him. 

The warm water cascaded over his powerful physique. It didn’t seem possible that an 18-year-old could have such mature musculature. His back and lats flared as he reached to soap his solid glutes. Trent turned towards Jordi, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he soaped them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. While his core lacked the insane definition that some jocks had, it was solid and powerful. Jordi’s gaze dropped down to Trent’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as Jordi's wrist.

“I see the little mouse is back again,” a deep baritone voice growled, snapping Jordi back to attention. Trent was staring directly at Jordi with a wide grin on his face. “Well come on then, you know the drill,” he said as he pumped his shaft a few times with one of his large sinewy hands. Jordi wasted no time shucking his gym gear as he entered the showers. As he approached the larger man, Trent’s strokes began to get longer and more sensual as his member began to approach full mast. As a shower rather than a grower, his cock only grew around an inch or so in length but it became impossibly thicker and girthier. 

Jordi reached his hands towards the monster cock in front of him, before he found himself being pushed away. “Beg for it little mouse”, Trent growled as he pushed Jordi to one knee. “Please let me suck your cock”, Jordi pleaded, his eyes locked on the dick in front of him. Smack, Jordi winced as Trent slapped his meaty cock against Jordi’s cheek. “Not good enough little mouse”, Trent berated. Jordi looked up into Trent’s eyes, “Please sir, let me worship your cock”, Jordi said, tears in his eyes as his hand rubbed the stinging red patch on his cheek where the dick had hit him. He looked truly pathetic. Trent smiled and placed his hands on the back of Jordi’s head, guiding the smaller boy towards his waiting cock.

As Jordi’s mouth wrapped its way around his throbbing cock, Trent threw his head back in ecstasy. The little dude was normally a good cock sucker with his tight mouth and soft lips but this time was truly wild. Jordi devoured the cock in front of him, forcing as much of the meat stick into his mouth as he could as it rammed the back of his throat. As he choked and spluttered, he felt a strange feeling grow inside of him. A feeling of confidence. Newly emboldened, he did something he'd never done before. He began to fondle his significantly smaller cock with one of his hands as he pleasured the beast that was towering over him. 

Little did the two men know, the spell was going haywire. The sheer magnitude of the emasculation that Jordi was experiencing, combined with Jordi’s willingness to be dominated in such a fashion was stretching the magic to its limits. If it had been cast by a more experienced witch, it may have held, but the unstable magic eventually burst from the confines that Beth had placed on it. 

The primal force had the single drive - to boost Jordi’s confidence to balance out this perceived humiliation. But as it was only intended to provide a small boost, the spell didn’t have the energy to perform its directive. It rushed through the room looking for a source of energy before it settled on a bountiful source - Trent. The magic flowed through Trent, analysing the very core of his being before it found what it was searching for. The source of Trent’s confidence was his superior masculinity. This was the potent source that the spell needed to complete its mission.

The spell settled in Trent’s balls where it began to strip Trent of his bountiful virility. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins was too much for Trent. He let loose a deep growl as he began to cum the biggest load of his life. Jordi choked and gagged as a massive volley of cum shot out of the huge cock inside his mouth. As Trent’s cock continued to spew cum, his balls began to shrink and shrivel. 

As Jordi took volley after volley of Trent's seed, the spell ensured that he also drained Trent of the raw masculinity that made him the titan that he was today. Jordi’s small testicles began to swell in size, sending a cocktail of hormones throughout his body. An inherent sense of confidence began to build inside him as he began to suck the rest of the potent liquid out of Trent’s cock. 

Trent’s testicles continued shrinking to the size of small grapes. The ecstasy that Trent was feeling was too much and the jock blacked out and crashed to the floor. Riding his sudden wave of confidence, Jordi stood up and jacked his small dick a few times, before sending several thick loads of cum all over the unconscious jock. Jordi had never cummed before, and the sheer volume and viscosity of this load surprised him. He looked down at the jock drenched in his seed. “Pathetic”, Jordi said as he spat on the spent athlete before turning to leave the showers.

From that day, Jordi’s life began to change. Just as he finished high school, Jordi began to undergo a huge growth spurt that continued throughout the summer until he started college standing at just over 6’5. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. Throughout his first year, he packed on a serious amount of mass, his muscles growing thick and strong. He thrived at every physical pursuit he put his mind to, even beating out the senior men.

He garnered a serious amount of attention from his classmates of both sexes, quickly becoming a popular member of the student body. He was invited to all the hottest parties where people clamored to hang out with him, in the vein hope that some of his majesty would rub off on them. He stood head and shoulders above the other guys in his classes, even his fellow jocks who looked up to him in reverence. As such he commanded absolute authority and he always got first dibs on which lucky girl he'd decide to take home. He was even know to bed the girlfriends of those in his crew, sometimes several at once, just to remind the smaller men who was the alpha. When he was done with them, they'd return to their boyfriends wishing that their pricks would stretch them the same way that Jordi's monster had.

In his final year of college, Jordi discovered bodybuilding. His body responded to the more intense workout routine and strict diet by packing on pound after pound of shredded muscle onto his also large frame. His hulking physique commanded attention as no one else in his college could. Those who were lucky enough to spend a night with Jordi recounted stories of animalistic sex drive and tales of limping home the next day after a night riding his legendary cock. 

Shortly after graduation, Jordi was ready to enter his first show. His conditioning and definition were both so insane that the judges practically gave him the win the moment he stepped foot on stage. A few of the other competitors wanted to give up once they saw his phenomenal form, but Jordi pressured them to stay on the stage as their comparatively small physiques further added to the majesty of his own.

Jordi was fizzing after winning the contest. He had kissed his mum goodbye at the contest venue and had climbed into his Jeep. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, savouring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The rush he felt from dominating those other bodybuilders who were in the best conditioning of their lives was absolutely intoxicating. And in his hometown no less. His hand slipped into his shorts, massaging the kinks out of his engorged package. It had taken so much self-control to not get a raging hard-on right there on the stage as the lesser men had shied away posing next to his dominating form. He bit his lip and composed himself. A self-worship session would need to wait. 

He started his jeep and drove over to his hometown’s gym. He had never worked out there in his youth, being too weak and feeble to ever dream of setting foot in the door. But now that he was a god among men, he saw it as a personal victory to walk through the doors and let everyone witness the beast he had become.

‘Excuse me, sir, can I please see your membership card?’ a slender man called from behind the sign-in counter as Jordie confidently strode into the gym. Jordi shot a menacing glare at the man, causing him to shrink away as Jordi made his way over to the free weights. Jordi spent the next few hours working out his huge muscles until his body was swollen and drenched with glistening sweat. The other gym patrons had long since left, either to avoid the behemoth's loud grunts as he heaved double the weight they could ever dream of or to furiously masturbate in their cars as they pictured his impressive form. 

At the end of his workout, Jordi made his way into the locker room, where he proceeded to get undressed. His hulking torso seemed to swell even bigger as he peeled off his shirt, his bronzed form on full display like some sort of work of art. He dropped his shorts revealing his monstrous cock and balls as he made his way into the back of the showers, his heavy footsteps thudding on the damp floor and his oversized cock swinging between his bulging quads. 

Jordi turned on the faucet, and a hot stream of water began to pour over his hulking form. He smiled to himself, the facet came up to just below his chin. They really should install higher ones for towering individuals like himself. His calloused hands proceeded to roam his swollen muscles, cleaning the potent sweat and fake tan off his skin. 

Jordi heard someone clearing their throat behind him. “Excuse me, sir, gym facilities are for paying members only,” a high-pitched voice croaked. Jordi turned his head to find the slender employee from earlier. Jordi smiled to himself. He slowly turned the rest of his body towards the smaller man, his big beefy pecs bouncing as he continued to soap them, his swollen arms bending and flexing with the gentle movements. The water cascaded down his brick-like abs, flowing like rivers through each of the deep valleys and ridges that made up his powerful midsection. Jordi noticed the smaller man's gaze travel downwards as he became mesmerised by Jordie’s monster cock. Even now in its flaccid state, it had to be at least 8 inches long and as thick as his wrist.

“I guess you’re the little mouse now Trent,” Jordi rumbled in his deep baritone. Trent’s eyes went wide. It couldn’t be that kid from gym class. Ignoring the behemoth's hulking body, he took a long look at the handsome face of the man in front of him. The bodybuilder could have been the kid's older, hotter brother. The kid that used to make suck him off after practice. He had stronger, more masculine facial features but those dazzling brown eyes were unmistakable.

Trent’s mind went back to that day in the showers when he woke on the floor covered in cum, his nuts shrivelled and tiny. His life had changed that day. It was like his confidence had vanished overnight. The other changes started small. First, his girlfriend dumped him because he couldn't get it up in bed anymore, his normal insatiable sex drive fading. Then the coach said his killer instinct had gone, and he was unceremoniously dumped from the football team. 

Then the shrinking began. Each morning he woke up ever so slightly smaller. No one in his family believed him, instead, they just told him to work out more and lay off the junk food. The lingering magic clouded their memories so that they believed that he had always been at his current height.

By the end of senior year, Trent had lost a couple of inches in height and his hard muscle had become soft with fat. It even got worse when he started college. He ended up dropping out at the end of his first year after he had shrunk over a foot in height and his body was bulging with soft fat. Worst of all, his once legendary package has shrivelled down to a pencil-thin prick that matched his raisin-sized balls.

Eventually, after hitting rock bottom and returning to his hometown, he managed to salvage his life somewhat. He joined his local gym and managed to fight his genetics to lose most of his flab. There were still stubborn pockets of fat in his cheeks and butt that he couldn’t seem to shift and he never managed to put on any muscle, but it was a vast improvement over his time in college. He even managed to get a job at the gym as a weight loss coach. His life had improved, but gone was the titan that he was a few short years ago, and in his place was a twink of a man. And now, somehow he was staring up at the life he should have had. 

“Jordi?” the little man stammered. “In the flesh,” the big man said as he continued to massage his swollen muscles. Trent was mesmerised by the grace and tenderness of the brute's movements as he caressed his muscles in large, arching motions, his fingers dancing along the ridges and peaks of his bulging form. Jordi caught him staring. “Yeah, I changed a bit since you last saw me”, Jordi explained as he kneaded his heavy pecs, “most people can’t get enough of the new and improved me”. The titan began to trace his fingers down his rock-hard abs. “You know I won my pro-card today - and I’ve only been bodybuilding for about a year”. “It’s like my genetics are perfectly programmed for putting on pound after pound of clean muscle at an insane rate”. Jordi put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, giving him an impressive v-taper. 

“But how? You were so small during gym class, how did you…” Trent paused mid-sentence as everything clicked in his mind. Jordi had somehow taken everything from him. His muscles. His height. His manhood. With tears in his eyes, Trent darted across the showers and started clawing at the larger man. “Give it back, give me back my body” Trent wailed with tears in his eyes, his small fists completely ineffective against the solid core of the mammoth in front of him. Jordi sniggered. His former bully couldn’t even reach past the bottom row of his abs. 

Trent felt something poke him in the chest. He looked down to see Jordi’s colossal cock was level with his chest. And it was fully erect. Trent was mesmerised by the sheer size of the monster appendage. 

Seeing the smaller man’s reaction to his fuck stick, Jordi reached down with one of his calloused hands and gently pulled back his foreskin exposing it’s thick mushroom head. The air was instantly filled with a pungent aroma of sweat and musk that seemed to pour out of his exposed glands. 

Trent found himself salivating. He opened his mouth and slowly moved his head towards the monstrous appendage in front of him. As his tongue was just about to make contact, Trent felt himself be pushed backwards as Jordi pressed him to the floor with one of his huge size 15 feet. “I want you to beg for it little mouse,” Jordi growled at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of him. Trent looked up at the titan towering above him, marvelling at how the water was cascading down the ridges and valleys of the man's musculature. “Please let me suck your cock!” he pleaded as he pulled himself to his knees. Smack! Trent’s cheek stung as Jordi’s meaty cock smacked him across his face. “Not good enough,” Jordi said, his deep voice laden with venom. 

Trent looked up at the man with wide eyes filled with tears and a thick red mark on his cheek. How the tables had turned. He mumbled something under his breath. “What was that runt?” Jordi roared, fire in his eyes. “I said, I’m glad you took my muscles!'' Trent squeaked, “ You took them from me and used them to become so much more. They were wasted on me. I would have never been able to get to the size you are. The definition you have. The god you are”. Tears were streaming down Trent's face as he kneaded Jordies colossal thighs with his small hands. “Please, let me worship you like the alpha you are,” Trent said, pleading to the large man. 

A low chuckle rumbled in Jordi's chest. “You see little mouse, that’s the difference between a true alpha like me, and the wanna-be’s like you used to be,” Jordi said as flexed his powerful forearms, watching the thick chords of dance underneath the surface of his paper-thin skin. “Pretenders let people worship them,” the larger man said, his gaze beering deep into Trent’s soul. Real alpha’s make them worship. With that, Jordi grabbed the back of Trent’s head with both hands and forced him down onto his cock. 

Trent’s small mouth was stretched to its limits to accommodate the sheer size of the mushroom head. Jordi began to force more of his shaft into Trent’s waiting mouth. The titan battered the smaller man’s mouth for what seemed like hours, as Trent's eyes became red and his face bruised from the battering. But throughout, Trent's tongue explored every nook and cranny of the cock that was being jackhammered into his mouth. One of Trent's hands massaged Jordi's oversized balls, while the other massaged any muscle it could get his hands on from Jordi's colossal quads to his diamond-cut abs. Eventually, he settled on using both hands to stimulate the sizable length of shaft that he simply couldn't fit into his mouth. Anything to better please the god in front of him. 

With a roar, Jordi forced the head of his cock down Jordi's throat and began to cum rope after rope of thick cum straight down his gullet. Trent greedily guzzled down as much as he could until the volume being released began to leak out of the sides of his mouth and he was practically drowning in Jordi’s potent seed.

Jordi pulled his colossal member out of Trent’s mouth, causing the smaller man to cough and splutter as he tried to catch his breath. Some small part of Trent wanted him to look up and see Jordi passed out on the ground, as if he had somehow managed to suck his manhood back out of the titan’s cock. But as he slipped his hand into his cum soaked shorts, he found his all too familiar raisin-sized testicles. Instead, he looked up to see Trent still towering above him, a terrifying look of lust in his eyes, and his cock still rock hard as it oozed cum. As if in a trance, Trent turned away from the hulking man. He slowly pulled down his gym shorts, and bent over, offering his perky twink butt to the hulking titan.

Wild with lust, Jordi picked Trent up and lowered him down on his waiting cock. Trent wailed as the huge member pushed up against his virgin hole. Jordi grunted as he tried to push his way inside but he was just too huge. The remnants of the spell cast all of those years ago flared to life one last time, once again surging around the room. They flowed into Trent, changing him one last time. Jordi felt Trent’s hole relax ever so slightly. It was still an incredibly tight fit, but he managed to force his way inside. Jordi moaned as inch after inch of his cock forced it's way inside of Trent's perky bubble butt. It was so incredibly tight that it seemed like his ass was perfectly made to take his massive dick and provide him with as much pleasure as possible. 

Its mission fulfilled, the magic finally dissipated and faded, leaving only Trent’s high-pitched moans and Jordi’s deep rumbling grunts as Jordi bred his former tormentor like the pathetic little mouse he was. 

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A new hobby

My roommate needs a new hobby. Football, weightlifting, hell even soccer would be better than all that nerdy shit that Oliver does. Instead his days are filled with nerd shit - video Games, anime, Dungeons and Dragons, the whole nine yards. It’s like he has ‘virgin’ tattooed on his fat ugly forehead or something.

So when I came home to find him painting figurines I wasn’t at all surprised. “Fuck man, you gotta stop with that nerd shit or you’ll never get a girl,” I told him. Ignoring my jests, he continued with his work, picking up a small unpainted figurine. It was a muscular barbarian carrying a huge battle axe. He dipped his brush into his paint pot and began to painstakingly paint the warrior's facial features. He worked long into the night, until he fell asleep in his gaming chair, the paintbrush falling from his pudgy fingers.

I came home the next day to find Oliver painting at his desk again. I sighed to myself. Oliver was one handsome man with his strong clean-shaven jaw and dimpled chin. He’d easily be the hottest guy on campus if it wasn’t for his short pudgy body. “Dude, you really should let me take you to the gym. Chicks would be throwing themselves at you if you put on a bit of muscle and shifted that gut of yours”. “I’m fine thanks roomie,” he said, flicking me a dazzling smile before he went back to his painting. Oliver squinted impossibly blue eyes so he could concentrate on the fine details he was painting onto his mini figure’s torso.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of grunting coming from the living room. I stumbled down the hall to find Oliver doing push-ups in nothing but his boxers while some anime soundtrack blurred out of his headphones. He spied me standing sleepily in the doorway and pushed himself up off the floor, the action causing his huge pecs to bounce slightly. “Sorry to wake you up roomie,” he said as he stretched his swollen muscles, “I was trying to get in a quick warm-up before going to the gym”. I was pretty proud of the physique I had built after years of football throughout high school and college, but Oliver made me look like a little boy. 

He had a good 5 inches of height on me, meaning my eyes were more in line with his heavy set of pecs than his handsome face. The two smooth slabs of muscle jutted out from his chest with an impressive angularity.  His bulky chest combined with his wide lats, boulder shoulders, and skinny waist to form a v taper so steep that even a competition-ready bodybuilder would be envious. His hairless torso allowed all the small striations and veins to be visible beneath his slightly pink skin. His swollen biceps were crisscrossed with a web of veins that led down into his thick forearms. He absentmindedly brushed the sweat off his abs, each of the solid bricks fighting for space in his tight core. 

Where many young men placed too much emphasis on their chests and biceps at the expense of an unbalanced lower body, Oliver’s bottom half was equally as freaky as his top was. Long, thick quads anchored his legs, their impressive size and definition forcing him to adopt a wider, imposing stance. His diamond calves had perfect separation and his bubble but caused men and women alike to turn back for a second look.  All of this was topped off by a huge pair of size 14 feet to stabilise the sheer amount of mass on his colossal frame.

But even with his godly body, there was one area where I still outsized Oliver. My eyes drifted to the flat front of his trunks. No matter how much the rest of his body swelled, he could never grow that tiny prick that he had in his shorts. I felt my own member twitch as I reminded myself that I was superior to this adonis in front of me where it really counted. I’m the top dog.

That evening, Oliver and I made our way to our local student union to meet up with some friends. As usual, despite his colossal size, Oliver was as awkward as ever. I swear that boy is like a puppy dog. He tries way too hard and is so eager to please that he somehow misses all the girls practically throwing themselves at him. He would just shy away and say some lame excuse in a voice several octaves higher than you’d expect from someone of his stature.

We both stumbled home alone that evening, neither of us having managed to score a girl. “I swear to god man, I don’t understand how you can be such a wallflower with a body like that,” I said as we made our way towards our apartment. “I’m just being myself” the big nerd smiled as I half-jogged to keep up with his significantly longer stride. “Sure, you’re nice and all but if you behaved a bit more like an alpha, you could get anyone you wanted,” I said as I broadly gestured to the quiet city around us. Oliver said nothing and looked down at his feet the rest of the way home. 

When we got home, I quickly went and passed out in my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I could just make out the dim light of Oliver’s desk lamp as he picked up his figurine and dipped his paintbrush into the paint once more.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of heavy metal blaring throughout the apartment. As I stumbled into the living room, my nostrils are assaulted by a thick haze of sweat and musk. As my eyes adjust to the light, I could see Oli’s imposing form sitting out on the deck in nothing but his skimpy gym shorts. He must have just gotten back from his first workout of the day because his godly body was extremely pumped and swollen, and the thick fur covering his chest, arms, and legs was dripping wet with sweat.

“Morning roomie” his deep voice rumbled as he painted the last few details on his figurine. He scratched the thick hairs on his chin. I swear, he had so much testosterone coursing through his pencil-thick veins that he could grow a full beard overnight. “Fucking rad,” he said as he admired his work. He placed the figurine down and hauled his massive frame to his feet. 

My eyes were instantly drawn to the mushroom cock head that was snaking down the leg of his shorts as the thin fabric strained against his hairy thigh. As he walked toward me, he reached one of his calloused mitts into his overstuffed boxers and massaged his huge hairy nuts. “I had such a fucking good workout, now I’m feeling horny as fuck” he said, as he continued to palm his huge package. “Be a good little bitch boy and take care of it would you?” he said, looming over me. “I’m not your bitch boy Oli,” I stammered looking up at the hulking figure in front of me. His entire body excluded masculinity and dominance. “What the fuck did you just say?” he said, his face taking on a dark expression. 

With one quick movement, he grabbed my head and forced me to my knees. He shucked his shorts, exposing his impossibly huge cock in all its glory. “Don't you ever challenge me you shit head” Oli hissed as he pushed his huge cock head against my lips. 

My mind told me this whole scenario wasn’t right. My nostrils were assaulted by the potent cocktail of sweat and musk coming from his hairy crotch. As I looked up at the imposing colossus towering above me any thoughts of resistance crumbled. I opened my mouth and gingerly licked his mushroom tip. I was treated to a strangely familiar salty sweat taste that seemed to warm me from the inside. I needed more.

I began to devour his cock, my tongue exploring every crevice of his mushroom tip. One of my hands slowly made its way into my own boxers and I began to furiously jack myself off as my free hand began to explore the deep groves of the titanic quads in front of me. Seeing my frenzied movements, Oli hauled his massive fuck stick out of my mouth before slapping it oughly across my cheek. “This isn’t for you, you little runt,” he said, his deep voice rumbling throughout the room like thunder, “you only exist to please me”. 

For an alpha like Oli, I was just another object for his pleasure. Just a tool to be used and tossed aside. A servant to provide selfless worship and adoration. And I was willing to serve. 

I slowly pulled my hand out of my pants and instead began to use it to massage one of Oli's hairy bull nuts as I prepared to take his cock into my mouth once more. Oli roughly grabbed the back of my head and began to ram the rest of his colossal shaft down my waiting throat. His whole body flexed as he began to impale me on his shaft with long, powerful movements. There was a selfish roughness to his movements that signaled he had no empathy for the man's throat he was battering with his oversized fuck stick, the only thing that mattered was his pleasure.

He roared as he face fucked me, clearly getting off on the domination he had over his jock roommate. "Fuck, why didn't I listen to you sooner",  he moaned as I was choking and spluttering on his monstrous tool. Tears of joy were streaming down my face as he battered my mouth. My roommate had finally found a new hobby.

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An Upgrade

Sorry for making people wait so long for another story. Needing to work some long hours which really makes it tough to write. Hopefully this one's worth the wait :)

Andre was pissed. He had been out on the town and a smoking hot Russian chick named Sofia had approached him in a bar. Sofina had the type of small, slender, supple physique that drove Andre wild as she pressed herself against his muscular frame caressing his huge pecs. Her hands drifted south, feeling the defined ridges of his abs before drifting lower still. Her eyes bulged as her hand gently brushed his sizable cock, the imprint of his boner clearly visible through his pants. 

After several hours of flirting, Sofia had asked him for a private personal training session. Andre jumped at the chance to spend more time with the bombshell. But his mood quickly turned when he turned up at her house the following morning to find he’d be giving the PT session to Sofia’s significantly older husband Dimitri, rather than her. 

What followed was a grueling half an hour of being forced to pose with the old man while Sofia took photos. “Smile my future muscle man!” she called as her husband gave a thumbs up to the camera with a cheesy grin on his face. Andre stood by clearly pissed with a dark brooding expression on his face. Dimitri had even taken his shirt off revealing his saggy old man body. Both Sofia and Dimitri had pressured Andre to strip off his shirt too, so they could see his muscular torso. If Andre had been alone with Sofia like he had planned, he would have happily complied, but this Dimitri guy was giving him the creeps. 

The old man got increasingly vulgar as time passed. It started reasonably innocently, the old man asking how much he could bench or how big his biceps were but increasingly got more and more out there from “I bet a big young man like yourself beds many many women” to “I bet your large penis would make my wife orgasm many times”. Andre was incredibly uncomfortable with the prying old man.

Eventually, Dimitri snapped - “I’ve got shit to do, so let’s get this over and done with” he grumbled as he not so gently shoved the older man away from him. “Yes, let us begin with the workouts so I can become swole”, Dimitri said, beckoning for Andre to follow. “See you soon my muscle man!” Sofia called as the two men walked away. Dimitri led Andre through the massive house until the two came to a huge home gym. Andre was in awe. The gym was completely kitted out with the latest gym equipment, large floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and a collection of free weights that put the collection at his bodybuilding gym to shame. 

“Where to start muscle man?” Dimitri said gesturing across the large gym. “Some with some basic curls I guess” Andre shrugged. “Many years since I worked out last,” Dimitri said shaking his head confused, “You show me”. Dimitri went and grabbed a pair of hefty dumbells. He grunted as he curled the heavyweights, his biceps swelling in size. “Such power!” Dimitri exclaimed, as he walked around the muscle-bound man, “You would not believe, but I was quite a specimen when I was younger”. Andre's face was red with exertion as he tried to block out the old mans rambling. “I commanded attention, a real man's man”, the old man laughed. “But now I am an old man, I am nothing,” Dimitri said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “the young men plot my downfall and my wife goes unsatisfied”. “What the fuck old man?” Andre said as he paused his exercise to turn towards Dimitri. 

Suddenly Andre felt a pinch in his neck. The heavy weights in his hands clanged to the floor as his body became paralysed. Dimitri came into his view, a thin syringe in his hands. Andre’s eyes were darting across the room, looking for a way to escape as his fight or flight instinct kicked in. “Don't worry son, the paralyze will wear off soon” Dimitri said, a wicked look on his face, “but before, we must get job done”. Dimitri adjusted a large golden ring on his finger as he walked behind Andre. 

The older man reached his hands out towards Andre’s wide back, feeling the ripping muscle under the bodybuilder’s athletic singlet. “So wide, so perfect,” Dimitri said as his hands roamed the expansive back in arching circles, “and to think it will be mine”. The ring on Dimitri’s finger began to glow red, and his palms began to sink into the larger man's back.  

As the older man's hands sunk into his flesh, Andre felt his hands go numb as a foreign presence entered his body. Dimitri on the other hand felt an incredible rush of sensations as the innate feeling of his stiff older hands was replaced by something more powerful. He pushed his arms further into Andre’s back, marveling at the strength he felt overcome him as his feeble sticks were replaced by the feeling of Andre’s colossal cannons. 

“Please don’t do this,” Andre begged. Dimitri snickered, "maybe if you didn't try to fuck my wife, I'd feel sorry for you". With that he closed his eyes and pushed his head and torso into the giant’s back. As his head disappeared into the mounds of flesh, he felt a rush of sensation come over him as the rest of his body was sucked in behind him. Overwhelmed, his head span and he completely lost his balance and fell forwards. Muscle memory kicked in and caught his weight and he dropped to one knee. 

His eyes shot open and his senses were completely overwhelmed with foreign sensations. The feeling of thick, coarse hairs all over his chin and body. The fabric of his singlet pulled tight across his chest. All the sights and sounds of the room come through more vivid and clearer. The pungent, musky aroma seeping out of his pores. The strange sensation of simply taking up more space. It was all so overwhelming.

As he composed himself, he became aware of his impossibly large chest cavity his powerful lungs inhaled and exhaled. He looked down to be greeted by a thick quad, its tremendous size, separation, and feathering hinting at the thousands upon thousands of hours it’s owner had spent in the gym to grow such a colossal muscle. And now it was his.

He pushed himself to his feet, marveling at the raw power in his lower body. He looked down at his thick, calloused hands. His eyes followed the spider web of veins up his meaty forearms, to his bulky biceps and triceps. He flexed his arms slightly, watching his arms explode in size as the muscles expanded and contracted. 

His eyes were drawn to his hulking form in the gym mirror. His athletic singlet was stretched to breaking point by his barrel chest and thick traps. He slowly peeled the singlet off his torso, the sound of several stitches popping under the strain as he struggled to get the garment over his substantial chest and shoulders. 

Demitri paused as he saw his new shirtless form for the first time. Demitri had had a decent solid physique in his youth but his new form was on another level. Every muscle of his torso was thick, swollen, and cross-crossed in thick angry veins from his heavy slab-like pecs to his cobblestone abs and impossibly wide lats. Demitri ran his meaty fingers through the thick pelt of fur that covered his pecs and abs feeling the granite muscle underneath. Catching a glimpse of his massive arms, he couldn't resist bringing them up into a double bicep flex, intoxicated by the strength coursing through his veins.

His eyes were drawn to his colossal quads next, so wide that they forced each other apart. He rolled up the legs of his shorts, exposing more and more of the solid mass. A pang of pleasure coursed through his body as the action of rolling up his short legs exposed the tip of his penis to the cool air of the gym.

Intrigued, Demitri slid down his workout shorts, causing his monstrous package to burst forth, its heavy weight slapping loudly against his thigh. Demitri stood stunned as he gazed upon the monstrous appendage attached to his crotch. It was huge, thick, and angry looking, its solid mass protruding slightly due to the hefty balls it nestled on. He gently reach out and grabbed it with one of his saucer-like hands. Fuck - he was still soft. 

The thought of the power he now possessed sent him over the edge, his hands exploring every inch of his cock as it began to slowly engorge with blood growing somehow even bigger and thicker. Within moments, he was fully hard, his beautiful cock standing slightly less than perpendicular to his body due to its sheer weight. "I’m perfect," he grunted as he took in his hyper-masculine form, a glob of thick pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. 

“Where is my husband?” a voice behind him cried. He turned to find his wife standing in the doorway, a stunned look on her face. “I’m right here babe”, Demitri said, the thick Latino accent feeling strange as it came out of his mouth as he gestured to his body, “I got a bit of an upgrade”. 

Before she could comprehend what was happening Demitiri had scooped his wife up in his arms, her thighs resting on either side of his sculpted torso. Her eyes went wide as she felt Demitiri’s python beneath her. As she gazed into his eyes, a moment of realisation flowed over her as the confused look on her face twisted into one of pure lust. 

She reached up and grabbed him by the neck pulling Demitiri’s lips to hers. They embraced for a few moments, Sofia’s nostrils being assaulted by her husband's new deep musky scent. Demitri's system was being flooded with hormones he hadn’t felt in years. Wild with lust, he tore off his wife's lingerie and lined up his throbbing member with his wife's waiting hole.

He reveled in her screams and he slowly impaled her on his cock. This was the true alpha body he deserved. He would crush the pathetic young men that had tried to take advantage of his advancing years. But first, he was going to fuck his wife so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. Sofia let out a high-pitched moan as he thrust himself into her, the first of many toe-curling climaxes she would have that day. 

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Short Story: Mismatched

What the fuck dude! I stare dumbfounded at Rich as lifts his hoodie revealing a cut six-pack and huge meaty pecs. “What?” he replies as he rubs his meaty hands down his tanned torso, feeling the light dusting of hair underneath his calloused hands.

“Look at your legs dude!” I exclaim. He pulls up the legs of his gym shorts revealing a massive set of quads, covered in a web of veins pulsing just beneath the skin. “Ohh shit,” he says as he strokes his hands along the smooth slightly pink skin of his lower body.

“You must have grabbed the wrong set of shorts!” I yell angrily. “Well how was I supposed to know?” he complains, his submissive posture looking strange with such a masculine physique. “Well those shorts don’t go with those pants, so now your upper half doesn’t go with your bottom half!” I scream, panicking that our entire plan might have been compromised, “We have to sneak back in and get the right bodybuilder’s shorts!”.

“Maybe not just yet” he smirks as he looks into the waistband of his gym shorts. He moans in relief as he heaves the biggest, thickest, angriest cock I’ve ever seen out of his shorts, its deep red colour standing out against the tanned skin of his hands. “Maybe not just yet,” I mumble as I drop to my knees and take the huge mushroom tip into my mouth.