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Alex carefully glanced over his broad, bare shoulder as he slunk into the locker room, making sure that no one saw him. The young muscle stud snuck into the locker room, grateful that no one else was in there. 

The gym had an unfortunate reputation of unsecured lockers having their contents go missing, and Alex was the reason behind that. The cocky college freshman had snagged an unsuspecting weightlifter’s phone once and had sold it, telling himself that it’d solely been because of how expensive college life was. However, Alex had quickly gotten hooked on the thrill of taking the clueless mens’ belongings and hocking them, or even using them for himself.  

Best of all was that all the college jock had to do was flash one of his smiles at the angry gay men who questioned him on the whereabouts of their belongings, and they dropped it. Since a majority of the gym-goers were older, gay muscle men, the toned straight jock used his physique to his every advantage. He’d noticed quite a few of them ogling him while he did squats or whenever he posed in the mirror, hence a lot of them didn’t tend to argue whenever he showed off the slightest bit.

As soon as he was sure that the coast was clear, Alex smirked and his eyes honed in on his prize: a blue locker with the door slightly ajar, the fabric of a duffel sticking out of the crack.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” Alex snorted as he hurried over to the unlocked locker and snatched the duffel bag out of it. He eagerly unzipped it, but then flinched when he saw the contents:

A bubblegum pink thong.

“What the hell?” Alex laughed incredulously as he looked at the skimpy garment. He had a number of gay jokes filter through his mind, but as his shocked fingers grazed the soft fabric of the thong, he felt a jolt ripple through his body.

The jock’s hand recoiled at first, his heart racing in his muscled chest. For some reason, the longer he stared down at the thong, the more his mind told him to wear it.

He snickered and shook his head. “Damn it,” he spat, shrugging his shoulders and opting to humor himself. He’d never worn such an article of clothing before, but for some strange reason, he couldn’t seem to throw the duffle bag back into the locker. Instead, the jock lowered his joggers and shucked his boxers. Since he’d already been shirtless (to give the eyeing old dudes a little show), he was naked in a matter of seconds.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex slipped the thong up his legs, a little surprised at how soft and comfortable the fabric felt. The stringy back slipped between his perky cheeks, and the front pouch barely concealed his girthy package.

Alex couldn’t help but laugh at his silly reflection as he turned around in front of the mirror. “Of course one of those weirdos would own this,” he scoffed to himself, moving to take the offending thong off.

However, he couldn’t get his fingers to grip it, almost as if the thong had fused to his skin. No matter how hard he tried, Alex wasn’t able to take the thong off. In his frenzy, he went to grab his joggers to cover himself, but he was surprised when he couldn’t find them on the floor where he’d tossed them. It was if they’d vanished.

“What the fuck is even, like, going on?” he panicked, wincing at the way he’d said it. His speech had been peppered with a valley girl inflection that had been completely unintentional, making the stud blush. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Like, what was even that?”

Alex slapped a hand over his mouth and rushed over to his own locker, opting to rush home and figure out what was happening to him. He did his combo and flung the door open when he saw that his own gym bag was gone, meaning that he had no clothes to cover himself up, thus leaving himself clad in nothing but the pink thong.

“What the fuck is going on?!” he huffed, even stomping his foot in frustration, freezing when he felt an unknown ripple emanate from his backside. Alex shakily turned to gaze back at his reflection and gasped loudly.

As Alex stared wide-eyed at the mirror, he gazed at an ass that was much too big. His normally perky butt had magically ballooned out into a bubblebutt that was at least three times larger than it should’ve been. The enlarged cheeks protruded off his back at a ridiculous angle, forming a shelf from his back. He was relieved to see that he still retained all of his hard-earned muscles, but his pecs and biceps definitely looked like an afterthought in comparison to his massive ass. It looked like he was lugging beachballs behind him.

“Like, why is my butt so big?” Alex squealed, bristling both at the way he was talking and the way he was walking with an arch to his back that accentuated the large cheeks. His legs carried him out onto the gym floor against his will, almost as if they were moving on their own accord.

Alex blushed cherry red when the rest of the gym-goers gained a full view of his altered form: his large muscles on full display, only to have them overshadowed by the inflated fuck-me butt he now possessed. All of that was wrapped up in a garish bubblegum pink thong.

The rest of the men eyed him as he walked out into the center of the gym for all eyes to see. With every step he took, Alex winced at the way his enlarged cheeks bounced and jiggled.

A large burly bear of a man, the owner of the gym, Mr. Black, sauntered forward. His large muscles were concealed by a form-fitting polo that barely covered his meaty pecs and roidgut, and for some reason, the more he looked at him, the more turned on Alex got.

“Well, well, it looks like we’ve caught the gym thief,” Mr. Black mused, crossing his massive arms in front of himself, his biceps curling out of his tight sleeves. “Have anything to say, Alex?”

Alex’s heart raced and he felt an uncomfortable feeling of humiliation and being so deeply turned on. He’d shown off plenty of times before, but having his inflated bubblebutt on full display for every other man in the gym made his heart race and his cock ache in the tight confines of the thong.

“I’m, like, so totally sorry!” Alex hurried.

The large, older musclemen all laughed at his new voice. One of them even pointed at him, saying, “He’s become a total musclebutt!”

Quickly putting the pieces together, Alex dramatically gasped and shot daggers at Mr. Black. “You did this to me?” he accused, gesturing down at his huge butt. “Like, why did you give me such a fuckable ass?” 

“‘Cause you were an ass for stealing from us,” Mr. Black responded like it was obvious. “And that’s not all.” 

Alex cocked his eyebrow, confused. He hesitantly glanced towards one of the mirrors in the gym and paled when he saw the tiny bulge in the front of the thong. Instead of looking like it was strained to bursting, the pouch of the thong was baggy from having too much room. Alex estimated that his cock would’ve had to shrunk to a pathetic little nub, barely an inch long.

“Don’t worry, Musclebutt,” Mr. Black teased, running an admiring hand over the crest of where Alex’s back exploded out into his large ass, “with an ass like that, you won’t need such a big cock anymore.”

Alex knew what he meant, and the more the musclemen stared at him, the more his nub throbbed. But that was nothing compared to the unsettling sensation of emptiness that he felt in his inflated ass, a desperate desire to be stuffed full overwhelming him.

Despite himself, Alex dropped on all fours and presenting his giant butt towards the crowd of men, giving it a playful wiggle. “Like, who’s first?” he heard himself ask aloud. The gym was filled with his loud moans as he was fucked over and over, the gym thief now the gym’s own musclebutt, built to satisfy every man who entered.

[Original photo from twitter.com/viralsmorphs]

Voting (2)

Okay, so I'm getting the hang of how Tumblr polls work and the timeframes. Since I want this to be more of a weekend thing, here's the second one, and I will have the first one up whenever the poll time ends there!

This young stud is Alex, and he's unfortunately the reason why you'll sometimes find stuff missing from your gym locker when you return from your workout. Someone eventually got fed up with his antics and decided to leave him something special to steal.

Joe knew that he was a sure win for the new category at bodybuilding competitions: Smallest Cock.

At two inches hard, he knew that no one was smaller than him. Just see how happy he is with his massive muscles and microdick!

(This was from a deleted request where an anon wished to swap bodies with someone else because they were, "Short and blonde")

Blonde? A little on the short side?

Okay, I got it. Lemme just snap my fingers and… *SNAP!

“And next to the stage: The Welsh Dragon! Flex Lewis!” an announcer bellowed through a speaker system, and you heard a roaring thunder of applause emanating from what you deduced must’ve been a sizable crowd.

At first you were confused as to where you were since all you saw was a blinding light for a second. However, you felt your legs moving forward, propelling you closer to the source of the sound. Something was off about your walk. You could feel your thighs rolling around each other as you moved, making you waddle. There are also something else off about your gait that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You felt so heavy with arms colliding with lats and your front seemingly weighing you down.

Eventually your eyes adjusted to the light and you found yourself standing out in front of a large crowd on a stage. Flickerings of lights danced around, indicating pictures being taken. Your heart raced in your chest and you frantically looked around before you spotted a large screen behind you, one of the ones that concerts utilize to showcase a larger picture of what’s onstage.

You spotted the image of bodybuilder Flex Lewis looking panicked on the screen. His eyes were wide and he was looking around the stage as if he were lost. His massive muscles were pumped to perfection; his huge pecs protruded off his chest invitingly and his biceps glistened underneath the lights reflecting the posing oil he was covered in. Then it dawned on you.

Whenever you moved, Flex Lewis moved.

Your jaw dropped (Flex Lewis’s image doing the same), and you raised of both your heavier arms above your head to form a double biceps pose. The crowd went wild as you flexed the giant arms that you now possessed. You stood in place as you registered what had happened, that somehow you’d managed to swap bodies with world famous bodybuilder, Flex Lewis.

A wide smile formed on your new face and you strutted further out onto the stage to show off your vast form to the numerous spectators who all cheered with every pose you performed. You bounced your massive pecs and turned around to show off your large, globular glutes.

“It looks like Flex has definitely packed on some serious size!” the announcer commented.

You leaned forward and performed a most muscular pose, feeling so incredibly turned on as the crowd went crazy. You even eyed a cute photographer who winked at you as you posed, and you began to consider inviting him back to yours/Flex’s hotel room after the competition which you were sure you’d win. Then you’d let him feel up every inch of your massive, bulky body.

Basking in the joy that your new life was bringing you, you positioned your bulky arms behind your head and performed a front abdominals pose. 

The hot photographer’s eyes widened and he raised his camera to take a quick picture, a devious smirk forming on his face for some reason.

“Uh oh,” the announcer said, trying to hold back a laugh, “it looks like not everything about Flex Lewis had increased in size.”

You jerked back in confusion, dropping your arms in wonder as the crowd started to erupt in laughter. More lights flickered as your picture was taken some more and you grew confused as to what was happening. Just mere seconds ago, everybody was lusting over your broad form but now they were laughing and making fun of you.

“Folks,” the announcer chuckled, “let this be a reminder that roids shrink your junk.”

The laughter in the crowd grew in fervor and intensity.

“What the hell?” you asked aloud, hearing your new accented voice for the first time. You turned your head to look back at the screen that showcased your new, confused form. The screen had zoomed in on your body, more specifically the shimmery green posers that you wore. They were skin tight and traveled down low to form a hilariously small bulge at your groin.

You loudly gasped and looked down at yourself, paling at the sight of your pathetic bulge that barely tented your posers. With a shaky hand, you pulled the top of the posers away from you, and had to glance over your bulging pecs to gain a view of what you were packing.

Nestled in the green posers was a puny one-inch nub of a cock that was couple with tiny balls that were close to your body, no bigger than jelly beans.

“Holy shit!” you panicked, turning bright red when you registered all the flashing lights from the cameras that took pictures of a horrified Flex Lewis checking out his micro-dick onstage. Sure you were now a sexy bodybuilder who many muscle-lovers lusted over, and your muscles were so huge and manly that your size dwarfed most men, however, your cock was now so tiny that it was comical being attached to any man, let alone such a massive muscle frame. 

You covered up your minuscule bulge with a beefy hand, able to conceal it entirely with just one paw. You hurriedly rushed offstage, your face red hot with embarrassment. The roaring laughter was still heard from the stage.

“Poor micro-dicked Flex Lewis left the stage and is hereby disqualified!” the announced boomed over the speakers. “How embarrassing.”

Even your fellow competitors laughed at you as you shoved your way past them. Their posing pouches were all stuffed to capacity with their meaty cocks. All the while, you hid your pathetic nub from sight, humiliated beyond repair and knowing that you’d managed to ruin Flex Lewis’s bodybuilding career. You just hoped that he was having fun in your smaller body that had a much larger cock.

Flex Lewis 4/4

"The water's just really cold," the embarrassed stud told the mass of onlookers who gawked at his large and small form.

One of my favorite studs: Brad Rowe; and he looks so hot with little in front but a lot in the back!

The photographer snapped another picture, the bright flash creating little spots in Brad’s eyes, but he was able to blink them away. Brad Rowe was having a photoshoot that his manager had signed him up for, claiming that it’d help bring him more followers on social media. Brad had been a little hesitant at first when he’d learned that the pictures were going to be posted on a page that was designed to show off muscle men for other men to lust after, but at the end of the day he figured that even though he was straight, he could always use more followers.

That was how Brad found himself on the beach set, clad in just a skimpy blue poser that forced his large junk outwards like it was the star of the pictures.

“Nice,” the photographer grinned from behind his camera. “Now try another pose; maybe try to flex your abs a little bit?”

Brad nodded and leaned up against the wooden beam that was on the beach where they were doing the photoshoot. He raised one arm above his head and crunched his abs, making them pop out against his skin.

There was another flash but the photographer had a slight frown on his gruff face. He scratched at his stubble in wonder. “Hmm,” he hummed in thought. “Something’s not quite working.” He quickly opened up the bag that was by his feet and switched out the flashbulb on his camera, moving so quickly and what seemed like a purpose.

Brad just shrugged his broad shoulders and resumed his previous position, reminding himself that this shoot was meant to help boost his publicity.

“Hold that pose, and…” the photographer clicked the button on the camera and a shimmering light flashed out from the bulb, creating little spots in Brad’s vision. Not only that, but it was so large that a warmth brushed over him, making his skin prickle.

“Whoa,” Brad groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “That was a little bright. Maybe I should wear sunglasses?”

The photographer shook his head. “Nope, that was the perfect shot,” he beamed. “I think this will be the one that we put online. Wanna see?”

“Sure,” the hunky bodybuilder nodded. Once the spots were cleared from his vision, he began to saunter over towards the photographer, noting that something was off when he walked. He couldn’t exactly put a finger on it, but there was definitely something lacking in his gait.

The photographer held the back of the camera out, allowing Brad to get a full view of his picture on the small digital screen. He looked good with all of his large muscles popping out and a sexy expression on his handsome face. He studied the picture until something dawned on him.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled out, looking closer at the screen, blushing when he saw that it looked as if his posers had been photoshopped and cropped so that his junk was practically invisible. “What’s the point of that?”

The photographer held back a chuckle. “It’s just a picture, Mr. Rowe,” he snickered. “The camera just reflects what is shown.”

“Bullshit!” Brad argued. “You altered the picture! Just look at…” The words dried up in the bodybuilder’s mouth as he glanced downwards.

Just like in the picture, Brad’s blue posers were virtually flat against his skin as the pouch looked as if it’d been shrunk, barely containing anything. With a shaky hand, the bodybuilder pulled the top strap of the posers away from his smooth skin, going pale at what he saw. His previously eight-incher was reduced to a one inch-looking nub. Barely any of the shaft was visible, just a small cockhead and a pathetic set of balls the size of raisins. His heart jackhammered in his broad chest as he hesitantly reached down to grip the little nub, only able to use two fingers due to how small it was.

“Oooohhhhh!” he moaned loudly as soon as he made contact with the nub, the puny cockhead throbbing from a simple touch. Once his head cleared, he panted and looked up at the other man with panicked eyes.  “Wh-what happened?!”

The photographer shrugged as he began to pack up his stuff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Rowe,” he smirked. “Your manager contacted us, claiming that you wanted to have some photos posted on our site in order to advertise yourself.” He zipped up his bag and began to walk off. “I mean, you are known as the ‘Microdicked Muscle Man’.”

Brad wanted to argue, to plea with the man to change him back and return his cock. He opened his mouth, but the words felt wrong, especially after his frazzled mind began to fill to the brim with new memories:

He could visibly see himself being teased in high school by the other jocks for having such a puny nub, which had prompted him to grow his muscles to their currently massive size. He could see himself on stage at the many bodybuilding competitions he’d competed in, wearing tight posers that showed off just how much he lacked. And worse of all, he could vividly remember bringing home guy after guy who wanted the hunky bodybuilder to flex nude for them, showing off his vast form with his little nub barely visible from his trimmed bush. With his nub so tiny, all of his nerves were bunched up into that compact space, allowing the bodybuilder to get an overload of pleasure just by touching the pathetic thing.

“Oh fuck,” Brad panted, panicking as he felt the onslaught of new memories pushing out his old ones where he used to have a large cock that he’d use to please many women in his life. He grit his teeth as he desperately tried to hold onto them, but whimpered when they blurred away, instead being replaced by him getting sexual satisfaction from getting fucked in his giant bubblebutt by numerous men who would laugh at his puny nub.

The cool ocean breeze blew over Brad, and he shook his head, the fog starting to disappear from his confused brain. A smirk formed on his face and he began to wonder just why he’d felt so panicked in the first place, He let go of his poser strap, allowing it to snap back into place, moaning at the way the soft fabric rubbed against his nub.

With his massive chest puffed out proudly, the microdicked bodybuilder sauntered along the beach. Many of the other muscle men present gawked at his huge form, and Brad couldn’t help but smile and give them a double biceps pose or a side chest pose whenever they leered. However, he couldn’t help the growing excitement inside of him when a few of them stared at his nearly-empty posers, amused by the contradictory look of a massive muscle man with a tiny nub for a cock.

A daddy-looking bodybuilder gave Brad a wink, and the microdicked stud found himself waddling over towards him, ready to show off his vast musculature and hopefully get fucked. He couldn’t wait for the pictures he’d taken at the photoshoot to be posted on the site that was directed towards men who lust after muscles. His small cockhead throbbed with excitement at the many large cocks that he’d be able to take with his image out there. 

Brad knew that every guy would be contacting him, wanting to get an up-close and personal look at the Microdicked Muscle Man.

Brad Rowe sat in his truck, cocking his eyebrow as he stared down at his phone, wondering where the unknown app that was on his home screen had came from. He figured it must’ve been a virus or some kind of spam, but the golden-colored squared seemed to call out to him, especially with the glittery words “FREE WISH” written across it.

He shrugged his massive shoulders and tapped on the app, expecting his phone to crash. However, the bodybuilder was mildly surprised when instead of a black screen, he watched flashing colors flicker for a moment before the keypad popped up at the bottom. At the top of the screen was a simple text bar which read: Wish?

Brad chuckled to himself, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Shaking his head at the ridiculous app that was definitely spam, Brad got out of his truck and stomped into the gym for his morning workout. Upon entering the building, he saw that it wasn’t too crowded, just filled with the usual bodybuilders who were all prepping for the upcoming competition next Saturday. A lot of them were performing their workouts in their posers, trying to get cut or pumped enough so as to make their muscles pop in the skimpy clothing.

Brad waddled into the locker room to change into his own poser, a grayish one that cupped his junk and thrust it forward, making him look hung. As he was changing, he fought hard not to roll his eyes when he saw fellow bodybuilder, Trevor, changing on the other side the locker room. It wasn’t that Brad didn’t get along with Trevor, he just wasn’t a fan of the younger bodybuilder’s overly cocky attitude. The twenty-three year old stud was already packing on enough mass to give any veteran bodybuilder a run for his money, and he always thrusted out his pumped chest to make himself look bigger than anyone else in the gym. Last time he’d checked, Brad only outweighed the newbie by approximately three pounds, giving him a hint of jealousy over how the young stud had such an easy time bulking up.

“How’s it goin’, Little Guy?” Trevor chuckled as he walked over towards his locker. The cocky guy wore a bright green poser which showed off his much larger package, making it look like he was smuggling a huge grapefruit.

Brad bristled at being called a little guy by his younger rival. “Oh hey, Trevor,” he mumbled, pulling on his posers. “Gonna get a good workout in?”

The younger muscle man lifted his right arm to flex a giant bicep, one that was easily on par with Brad’s. “Definitely,” he smirked. “I’m gonna win that competition. I’m not even sure why anyone would want to show up.” Trevor’s slight glance at Brad let him know that he was trying to psyche him out.

Brad just pursed his lips and nodded, closing and locking up his locker. “Right, well, good luck,” he muttered as he made a move out of the locker room.

Trevor snorted. “I should be sayin’ the same thing to you,” he said, crossing his buff arms in front of his pumped up chest. “‘Cause damn Brad, it looks like you’ll be fighting for second. I mean, I am kinda bigger than you in every way.” He gestured down at his bulge that was begrudgingly bigger than Brad’s.

The older bodybuilder rolled his eyes. “The judges aren’t going to be basing scores off of that,” he tried to laugh it off, not wanting his jealousy to show. Trevor always got on his nerves, strutting around the gym and treating all of the other guys there like they were less than him all because he was bigger than them, in more ways than one.

“Lucky for you,” Trevor snorted.

“Yeah, ‘lucky for me’,” Brad mocked, starting to get fed up with the younger bodybuilder’s attitude. “You win, you’re bigger than me in that department. There, I admitted it, happy? What do want? Want to be all like, ‘Oh Trevor, I wish I had your cock size because it’s obviously so important…’”

Brad heard a chime ring out from his phone and he felt a strong tingling sensation in his groin that made him shut up.

It was an odd feeling, kind of like he was getting hard. The thought of sporting around the gym, especially in front of Trevor, with a hard on was mortifying. Brad’s hands quickly moved to cover his junk, yelping loudly when he felt something wrong. The puzzled bodybuilder removed his hands and gasped loudly at what he saw.

His gray bulge was inflating right before his eyes. Although it hadn’t been tiny before, the bodybuilder now sported an enormous lump in the front of his tiny posers. Frantically, Brad yanked the top of his posers away from his waist, his eyes bugging out of his skull was his saw his cock length and widen. His balls were even inflating, spilling out the sides of the skimpy material that struggled to maintain his new girth. Shocked to his core, Brad let go of the top of his posers, blushing when he saw that his new cock (which had to have been at least ten inches soft) was so large that it pushed his posers out in front of him so far that the tops didn’t even touch his smooth skin. Instead there was a one inch gap between the bodybuilder’s posers and his trim waist, giving anyone close enough a peek at monster cock and balls which made it look like he was comically stuffing his suit. He stumbled back a little, blushing madly when his humongous bulge bounced between his massive thighs, seemingly on display for all to see. The back of his tiny posers wedged in between the cheeks of his bubble butt as they struggled to contain his inflated cock.

“What the fuck?!” he heard Trevor cry, snapping him out of his dazed inspection.

The younger bodybuilder’s mouth hung low in shock and terror as he watched his large green bugle seemingly shudder. Then, like a balloon, Trevor’s massive pouch started to deflate, getting smaller and smaller by the second. His posers remained the same size though, and it wasn’t long until what had looked like a grapefruit was now a bunch of loose fabric dangling in front of the panicking bodybuilder.

In his apparent shock, Trevor yanked his posers down, his face going ghost white as he stared down at the acorn-size nub and cherry tomato balls that had replaced his previously impressive package. His mouth opened as he tried to say something, but no words came out. With a shaky hand, the young bodybuilder easily cupped the entirety of his shrunken junk.

Brad, unsure of what to do or what to say, quickly turned around and fled the locker room, his giant bulge bouncing like crazy in front of him as he moved. All the while Trevor whimpered in the background, desperately trying to figure out what had just happened to him.

As Brad waddled out onto the gym room, he suddenly remembered the mysterious app that had downloaded itself onto his phone. In his frantic state, he unlocked his home screen and began to swipe through his apps, his stomach dropping when he couldn’t locate that obscure golden square.

“Hey there, Big Guy,” he overheard one of his bodybuilding friends comment as they clapped his beefy shoulder, gesturing at Brad’s obscenely huge cock and balls that were thrusted out in front of him for all to see.

Brad’s face turned pale as he envisioned himself trying to go through his workout with his sausage-like cock bobbing in front of him and threatening to burst through his posers at any second. He was about to run out of the gym and rush home when he spotted Trevor, red in the face as he tried to slip out of the gym, keeping his hands in front of his meager bulge.

Brad, although he knew that it was wrong, chuckled. He looked down at his tight posers which did nothing to conceal his dick from the prying eyes of the gym, a smirk forming on his face. He saw himself up on the stage during the competition, the judges in awe at the massive bodybuilder with the even larger package. He’d win first place for sure.

After all, he is the biggest all around now. It was like a wish come true.

Beware of those pop-up ads...

*I realized I put the wrong "Ad" in the first part... oops.

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

"The best part about having a two inch cock is that no one can tell that I'm hard when posing," the bodybuilder told the interviewer.

"Small? Look at the size of these muscles! Oh-- that wasn't what you were talking about?"

So hot!

I'm glad he found a pair that fit him so nicely!

Jonny McKenna

This poor musclestud spends a fortune on custom posers since the usual XS-sized ones are too big in front.

The Cocolicious does some of the best morphs I've seen! Love them so much!

Shrinky Dink, Muscle boy coming up short. by CocoliciousMorphs on DeviantArt

Guess which one's the bottom of the group?

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 02: Microdicked Bodybuilder

Info │ 01 │ 02

“Derek?” Stiles called out as he wandered through the crowded backstage. He and Derek had been investigating a trickster who was making trouble in Beacon Hills. For some reason, the trickster had decided to hide out at a bodybuilding competition. Wanting to expel the mischievous creature from their territory, Derek and Stiles had decided to ambush the trickster at said competition.

However, due to the large crowd of muscled up, barely clothed men, Stiles lost sight of Derek and the two had gotten separated.

“Derek!” Stiles yelled out again, scanning the crowd for his boyfriend. He’d wandered backstage where a lot of the large musclemen where working out to get one last pump before they hit the stage, their massive bulk only clothed by the skimpiest of posers that were available.

The small human was at least half the size of the men backstage, and he drooled over a few of their vast forms… and a part of him secretly wished that Derek would look into bodybuilding.

“Stiles!” Derek’s deep voice bellowed out, making Stiles perk up.

“Derek? Where are you— holy crap!” Stiles gasped the second his eyes landed on his boyfriend.

Or what used to be his boyfriend.

The Derek that stood before Stiles was nearly three times his normal size. All of his muscles had been crazily inflated to rival those of the other men. Derek’s legs were so thick that they pushed against each other and caused him to stand almost bowlegged. His waist was thick, his abs visible yet slightly distended to show off the beginnings of a sizable roid gut. Pecs were so large and cumbersome that they blocked Derek’s view of anything below them. His shoulders were much broader than they should’ve been, and the arms attached to them were thick with muscle and they rested upon flaring lats. Derek was clad in just pair of posers like every other bodybuilder backstage. His was a silver pair that slipped between his muscled up booty, while the pouch concealed his meager meat.

Stiles nearly chocked on his breath at the sight of Derek’s tiny junk that created a small bulge that rested in front of the new bodybuilder’s wide quads. It was hilariously tiny, looking way smaller than it should’ve been.

“Derek!” Stiles gasped, unable to take his eyes off of his boyfriend’s big/small physique. “What the hell happened to you?!”

Derek only gave an uncharacteristically wide smile as he lifted a dumbbell with one hand, the motion causing his bowling ball-sized biceps to flex with masculine power. “I’m getting my pump on,” he grinned before scrunching up his eyebrows with concern at the look of Stiles’s frantic expression. “What’s wrong? Is someone bothering you?” At that, Derek bared his werewolf fangs and let out a low growl as he puffed out his massive pecs with power.

Derek took a protective step towards Stiles, wrapping a thick arm around the small human’s waist.

At first, Stiles was so turned on that he swooned and couldn’t help but rest a hand atop Derek’s inflated chest, noting that it was slick with posing oil. “Um, n-no,” he stammered, “it’s just that… you’re huge!” He gestured at Derek’s blown up body with exasperation, unable to grasp why Derek wasn’t freaking out.

Derek’s serious face fell and he grinned widely again. “You’re just noticing?” he guffawed, letting go of his boyfriend’s waist to lean forward, forming a most muscular pose. The muscles in his arms and chest popped spectacularly, bulging with such raw power that Stile grew hard a little. 

At Stiles’s awed expression, Derek straightened up only to throw both of his huge arms above his head to form a double biceps pose. 

“I’m gonna win first place,” he beamed with pride. “No one’s muscles are larger than mine!”

“I, uh, I see that,” Stiles drooled, feeling incredibly turned on by how large Derek was. But that also alerted him to something else that was drastically out of place. Stiles lowered his voice as he whispered to his boyfriend, “B-but your cock is… uh—”

“Two and half inches?” Derek said loudly, almost with pride. “Who cares about that little thing when I have an almost eighty inch chest?” To illustrate his point, Derek bounced his muscletits, the large mounds lifting and slamming back down onto his chest.

“I mean, I guess it is hard to argue with that…”

“And besides,” Derek chuckled, leaning in closer to Stiles so that his nearly flat pouch rested on his leg, “it’s better this way since no one else can tell that I’m rock hard as I pose for you.” Derek swiveled his hips, grinding his tiny nub against Stiles.

It was difficult to tell due to its pathetic size, but Stiles was able to feel that Derek was rock hard. His small cock barely tented out the pouch of the poser thanks to how little it was, but Derek didn’t seem to mind at all.

Before Stiles could try to argue some more or try to convince Derek to find the trickster to reverse whatever spell it had obviously cast upon him, the PA speaker blared out: “Next to the stage is newcomer Derek Hale, competing in the Super Heavyweight Division!”

Derek perked up, excited. “Wish me luck!” he gushed, leaning in quickly to peck Stiles on the cheek before waddling away towards the stage entrance. His thighs were so thick that they rolled over each other, seriously hindering his movement. For a moment, Derek paused and cocked his eyebrow in confusion, feeling like something was wrong.

However, he turned back to glance at Stiles and couldn’t resist flexing a large bicep for the smaller man. The way Stiles’s eyes widened caused his cocklet to go rigid, throbbing with want. However, it was nearly swallowed by his inflated thighs, barely noticeable as he waddled out onstage to flex for the cheering crowd.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 12: Bunny Boi

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“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Derek growled as he looked over the ridiculous outfit that was in the bag.

Derek had lost a bet with a fellow alpha, and as punishment, he would have to wear an incredibly embarrassing outfit for the day.

Derek grimaced at the lacy corset that had matching garters, and a cringey set of bunny ears to top everything off.

There was a loud knock on the other side of the bathroom door. “You better move it, Hale,” laughed Nate, the other alpha who was apparently a total freak.

“Son of a bitch,” Derek spat, taking off his leather jacket and jeans so that he could put on the stupid bunny outfit. The alpha werewolf slid on the panties first, rolling his eyes at how small they were. His cock was so big that it filled the tiny pouch to bursting, yanking the tops of the underwear downward to show off his trimmed bush and the base of his dick. Clenching his jaw, Derek pulled on the corset, which was at least two sizes too small for his muscular body. It was nearly impossible to close it shut around his thick waist, and his pecs completely spilled out over the top, his nipples poking out noticeably. It was so tight, in fact, that Derek felt as if his midsection was being squeezed so tightly that it shoved his pecs outwards even more. He put on the lace garters, feeling ridiculous the whole time.

When he was finally all dressed up in his humiliating outfit, Derek begrudgingly opened up the door, revealing a smirking Nate.

“Lookin’ good, Hale,” Nate whistled, making a show of eying the alpha up and down. “Oh, but wait! You forgot something.” He reached over and snatched the bunny ears off the sink before plopping them on top of Derek’s head.

“Gee, thanks,” Derek muttered under this breath, the headband attached to the bunny ears giving him a little headache.

“Well, c’mon, I’ll show you what chores you can do, and then we can call everything even,” Nate boasted as he stomped down the hallway, his broad back swaying with every powerful step he took.

Derek blushed as he took a step in his stupid outfit. His muscles squirmed against the tight fabric, making him have to almost arch his back in order to get semi-comfortable. The action only led to his large pecs being thrusted forward, his nipples resting atop the lacy corset, constantly rubbing against the soft fabric. The way the straps from the corset attached to the garters around his thighs made his steps resemble more of a mincing movement, soft and delicate.

Nate led Derek to a messy bedroom that completely matched Nate’s frat boy attitude. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, the bed was a total pigsty, and there were pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered all over the cluttered floor.

“Go ahead and start with my room,” Nate laughed.

“What a fuckin’ mess— Oh!” Derek squeaked when Nate gave his butt a playful smack. His cheeks bounced from the motion, and Derek’s face grew red.

Worse was that his cock twitched for some reason, almost thrusting out of the confines of his small panties.

“Fuck off,” Derek barked, stomping angrily into the messy bedroom, trying to shield his hardening member from the other man.

He snatched a trash bag out of the pile of cleaning supplies, starting to toss a bunch of the garbage into it. As he moved around, Derek’s nipples get rubbing up against the lace of the corset. It must’ve been due to the softness of the outfit, but it seemed as if Derek’s nipples were hardwired directly to his throbbing cock.

The alpha bit down on his bottom lip, trying desperately to resist the electrifying feelings that rippled through him as the corset stimulated his sensitive nips.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid,” Derek growled, tugging the collar of the corset downward to give his nipples some relief. However, once he let go and it snapped back into place, he had to bite back a moan as it started rubbing up against them some more.

As he continued to mince around the bedroom cleaning, Derek’s hard cock kept throbbing with want inside the tight confines of his panties. The cotton was stretched to the limit, and every so often Derek would give in and rub his aching bulge with one hand while using his other to thumb one of his nips.

Derek started to toss the other alpha’s clothes into the hamper. He flitted about the room, hard nipples and harder cock, bending down and grabbing fistfuls of Nate’s clothes. His musky scent clung to every fabric, that manly musk permeating Derek’s senses.

Derek grabbed a jockstrap off the ground, seeing that it was a size XL.

“Ooh, big boy,” he cooed, before flinching and slapping a hand over his mouth. “Why’d I just say that?”

His perky nipples still burned and his cock throbbed like crazy, at full mast. Still, it hadn’t burst through the small panties, and Derek couldn’t help but reach down again to feel himself up. His hand ran over his rock hard cock, freezing as his fingers grazed his bulge.

“I-is it smaller?” Derek gasped, looking over his pecs to the bulge in front of his humiliating panties. Sure enough, the lump in front of his meaty thighs wasn’t as prominent as it had been moments before, looking tight and compact.

Derek quickly tugged the panties downward, paling at the sight of the four inch cocklet poking out of his trimmed bush. With a shaky hand, Derek reached down at his shrunken member, wrapping his fingers around it.

“Oooh,” he moaned, unable to keep his lips shut at the surge of pleasure that rippled through him. Despite the panic that was coursing through his veins, the werewolf couldn’t help but fondle his tiny cock that made him feel even more ridiculous with his massive muscles in such a girly costume. He knew that he should be panicking even more, to tear the apparently cursed outfit off, but his frazzled mind was so clouded over with lust that it was difficult to think about anything else.

“Did I say that you could play with yourself?” Nate’s deep voice bellowed.

Derek jerked back and blushed as the other man stared him down. 

Nate smirked as he crossed his beefy arms over his large chest. Derek hadn’t noticed before, but Nate had large muscles that were so big and manly. His pecs stretched his t-shirt to bursting, and his biceps curled out the tight sleeves. His bulge in the front of his jeans was much, much larger than Derek’s diminished one. And manly musk radiated off of Nate in waves, making Derek’s mouth water.

“No, Sir,” Derek answered promptly, his voice light and almost airy. Instantly, he dropped his muscled arms to his side, his tiny cock throbbing as it stood at attention in front of him. The more Derek stared at the other alpha, the more his small cock throbbed and his perky nipples burned with want. His unknown desire was starting to creep up to higher levels, and he couldn’t help but shift his feet under Nate’s gaze, rubbing his thighs together in anticipation.

Nate gave a tsking motion with his finger. “Well, finish up then, Bunny,” he ordered. “Then I’ll let you play with your tiny nub.” He walked away.

“Yes, Sir!” Derek excitedly said, picking up his pace as he minced around the room, his pert little cock bouncing in front of him as he moved. 

He didn’t know why his heart raced at the thought of being ordered around by such an alpha like Nate. The frat boy was stacked with such manly muscles, and some of his chest hair curled over the collar of his t-shirt— a stark contrast to Derek’s smooth muscletits that bounced with every step he took. His little nub leaked precum the whole time he finished cleaning. Once he was done, Derek eagerly rushed over to Nate to deliver the good news.

“All done, Sir!” Derek reported, smiling widely at the alpha.

Nate looked away from the TV. He’d taken off his shirt, resting his arms behind his head, letting his musky, hairy pits air out in the open. “Good job, Bunny,” he grinned at Derek. “Why don’t you take your uniform off? Don’t wanna mess it up while you service your alpha.”

“Yes, Sir!” Derek happily gushed, practically ripping his panties and corset off. He paused for a moment as he looked over himself. His tiny, three inch cock was as hard as ever, yet it seemed so small and utterly tiny— especially in comparison to the large eight inches that Alpha Nate had. And even though his corset was off, Derek’s pecs were still pushed upwards and out, looking slightly larger and more bulbous than they should’ve. His nipples were hard and nubby, sticking off his muscletits like little erasures. Something was wrong, this wasn’t how Derek should’ve looked… was it? He didn’t know why a tiny voice in the back of his head shouted that he was supposed to be a manly alpha like Nate, not some sub bunny boy.

Nate unzipped his pants and fished his own cock out, letting his large member bob in the air. “You gonna stand there or are you gonna take care of this?” he bellowed.

Derek quickly squashed the voice in the back of his head and hurried forward, his muscletits bouncing with every minced step he took. Dropping to his knees, Derek leaned forward and hungrily took the entirety of Nate’s cock into his mouth, sucking it like a pro. 

“That’s a good bunny,” Nate teased, toying with the bunny ears that were atop Derek’s bobbing head.

“Mmmm!” Derek loudly moaned, his little nub spurting tiny droplets of cum as he sucked off his alpha, loving his role as his muscled up bunny boy.

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 26: Twink

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Derek bumped into some small, tiny guy. The little guy wore comically oversized clothes as he ran off, looking panicked and frightened. 

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Derek snorted, readjusting his gym bag over his broad shoulder. 

The 6’3” alpha sauntered into the gym to workout. Normally, the muscled stud preferred to lift or perform bodyweight exercises at home where he wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of people. However, after renovating his house, he didn’t want to mess it up with his musk, so he’d opted to get a gym membership. After a few weeks of working out at one of the local gyms, Derek was surprised to discover that he actually liked to work out in public. There was something about being one of the bigger guys at the gyms that filled him with a sense of pride. Towering over the other men and easily out-muscling them only cemented his role as an alpha, and Derek could only smirk as he threw his weight around the gym.

After changing in the locker room, Derek strutted out onto the gym floor clad in only tight gym shorts that strained against his powerful thighs. His impressive chest muscles were on full display as he moved towards the weight pile. His chiseled, plump pecs illustrated sheer masculine power, and Derek frowned a bit when he realized that the gym was virtually empty.

“Guess the other guys just can’t keep up,” he hummed to himself, grabbing the heavier weights on the rack and performing bicep curls like it was second nature to him. His bowling ball-sized mounds flexed with power as he lifted, and Derek couldn’t help but admire his bulky form in the large mirror.

Derek was so caught up in working out that he barely noticed when another gym patron walked up to the weight pile, grabbing a weight that was a little heavier than Derek’s.

This other guy rivaled Derek’s size, both in height and musculature, much to the alpha’s annoyance. This other guy’s thick curly hair reached the same exact 6’3” height as did Derek; that fact bothering Derek for some inane reason. Plus, this other guy also worked out shirtless, showing off his pumped up muscles that exuded manly power. His chiseled pecs were just as rounded as Derek’s, and when he lifted his weight, his bicep bulged to the same exact size Derek’s had.

The other guy glanced towards Derek and nodded at the lighter weight in his grasp. “My girlfriend likes to use the smaller weights too,” he chuckled.

Derek bristled at the obvious attempt to make him look weaker than the unknown douchebag. He just clenched his jaw as he set the weight down, opting for an even larger one than the other guy’s. Gritting his teeth, he began to rack out several bicep curls.

The subtle way the other man’s eyes widened caused the alpha to smirk, loving how his bicep pumped up to an incredible size. The arm burned with lactate and he could vaguely make out the other guy muttering something under his breath, yet Derek was too focused on trying to look like the bigger man.

Derek’s muscles burned from his workout, the burning sensation seemingly spreading throughout the rest of his body from his arm. The immense weight in his hand steadily felt heavier by the second, Derek chalking it up to reaching muscle failure. He thought that it was odd that he’d reached it in under a minute since he could usually lift heavy amounts of weight for a substantiated amount of time.

Derek grunted as he attempted to perform one more rep, yet his arm started to shake and he ultimately dropped the weight, letting it clang loudly onto the floor. 

The guy chuckled again, and clapped Derek on the bare shoulder. “Don’t worry, Little Guy,” he teased, “there’s no shame in starting off with the smaller weights. We all gotta start somewhere, right?”

Derek swallowed down a growl and instead tried to glare threateningly at the other guy to get him to leave him alone… but he stopped when he stared directly at the dude’s chin. Earlier, Derek could’ve sworn that they’d stood eye to eye.

Derek’s eyes widened when he witnessed the other guy actually growing. As impossible as it seemed, the other gym goer sprouted up in height, his muscles also packing on some serious size. His pecs plumped out even more and his arms took on some more consider meat. 

“What the fuck?” Derek muttered, freezing when he heard his voice. It was void of any baritone, making his voice sound lighter and almost squeakier, as if it had shot up a few octaves. 

Then the horror slowly dawned on Derek that the other guy wasn’t just growing, but Derek was also shrinking.

Derek watched as his line of sight kept slipping lower and lower, until he was staring directly at the other man’s plump pecs. It didn’t stop there though, as all of Derek’s muscles began to deflate. 

“What the fuck’s happening to my muscles!?” Derek squeaked out in his smaller voice, holding his arms out in horror as his biceps steadily grew flatter.

Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as all of his hard-earned muscles grew flatter and near nonexistent. His arms shrank until they looked like unremarkable sticks, lacking any bulges whatsoever. His pumped up pectorals gradually flattened as they shrank against his chest, looking smaller and smaller until his entire torso was flat— lacking major pecs or even any abs. Even his legs thinned out as quads and calves deflated, growing smaller until Derek had little twigs to stand on.

To add insult to injury, Derek paled as he squirmed and felt an uncomfortable bagginess in the front of his boxers, the front of his shorts looking flat.

When he was finally done shrinking, Derek stared at his skinny body in shock and horror, estimating that he must’ve lost well over fifty pounds of pure muscle, and that he had to have stood at a measly 5’3” now.

“Wh-what did you do to me?” Derek roared, but his lighter voice didn’t hold any sort of threatening quality to it at all. In his frustration, he tried to charge forward and pummel the now larger man, but as he swung his tiny fists at the man’s massive bulk, the other guy didn’t seem phased.

The big gym bully just snickered. “Sorry, Little Man,” he scoffed, gently shoving Derek away, yet the incredible difference in strength sent the tiny alpha stumbling backwards until he fell on his tiny butt with a thud. “There’s only room here for one gym alpha.” 

To illustrate his point, the larger man lifted his powerful arms and flexed his massive biceps which flexed to the size of small melons, easily out sizing Derek’s tiny stick-like arms.

Out of humiliation, Derek took off, sprinting out of the gym in a frenzy, embarrassed at how there was a lack of dangling sensation between his legs. He hurried into his Camaro and nearly wailed as he had to readjust his seat closer to the wheel because his shortened legs couldn’t reach the pedals.

As the tiny man sped off, a large bodybuilder entered the gym, his large muscles oddly already starting to burn the second the stepped foot inside…

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Alec sighed as he logged onto FaceTime, getting ready to talk to his classmate, Van. 

The two of them had been close friends back in high school, however, they quickly drifted apart when they went to college. Despite going to the same school, Alec had received a baseball scholarship, and therefore tended to hang out solely with his fellow teammates, living it up as the stereotypical American jock. On the other hand, Van had opted to follow in the new, mysterious paranormal tract at school. The diverting paths had caused the once close buddies to become strangers.

Which was why Alec wasn’t too keen on asking Van for some tutoring help with his Biology class. Due to his focus being on partying and trying to fuck all the girls on Sorority Row, Alec had let his grades slip and he was at risk of losing his scholarship. Van had always had impressive grades all throughout high school, so he was the one Alec had contacted.

It didn’t take long for the app to connect, and Van popped up on the screen. 

The physical differences between the two young men was also noticeable. Whereas Van was slender and wore thick glasses to help him read the numerous textbooks for his advanced classes, Alec’s body was blessed with toned muscle. Alec had a perfectly proportional body with toned pecs and a perky butt. His shaggy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes made him look like a model ripped straight from an Abercrombie & Fitch bag; and he made sure to use that to his advantage. The jock had scores of women falling over at his feet (and a few men, but he didn’t pay them any attention). Even now on his FaceTime chat with his tutor/friend, he wore a tight t-shirt that displayed his impressive chest.

“Hey there, Alec,” Van happily waved on the screen. “Long time no see, right?” In the background, Alec could barely make out a treasure trove of large books, all of them looking ancient and like they’d take years to finish. The lighting was so dim that he couldn’t make out the rest of Van’s dorm, but he could see a fancy-looking candle flickering on the desk next to Van’s open Biology textbook. There were ornate carvings on it, and the way the yellow flame danced was almost mesmerizing and Alec had to snap himself away from staring at it.

“Yeah, hey, how’s it goin’?” Alec mumbled, trying to keep this tutoring session quick so that he could go nail the girl in his English class. He snatched his textbook and flipped it open to the chapter on the citric acid cycle. “So I was having some trouble with—”

“We have plenty of time for that,” Van said, waving a thin hand dismissively. “How’s your year been going? I’ve been really busy with my studies, but it’s totally worth it. One of my professors even asked me to be his personal assistant and we’ve been studying all sorts of ancient artifacts that have been used in all of these ceremonies.”

“Wow, that’s so interesting…” Alec huffed, trying not to let his annoyance show since Van was technically doing this for free.

“It really is,” Van blabbered, oblivious. He paused, a slight smile on his face. 

The candle flickered in intensity, the yellow light growing in fervor and shining even brighter. 

“Y’know,” Van began, “I’m actually really liking your new look. Blond is a good color for you.”

Blond?

Alec cocked his eyebrow in confusion, knowing that his hair was brown, not blond. He shrugged it away and chalked it up to Van’s thick glasses not really helping his sight. Poor guy. “Uh, sure,” he muttered. “Thanks.”

The two of them began to go over some of the notes on the science chapter, with Alec having a difficult time keeping up with Van’s teachings. Much to his chagrin, Alec was starting to feel a little slow, having a hard time grasping the highlights of the section in his textbook. He scrunched up his face as he stared at the chemical formulas, none of them making even the slightest bit of sense to him.

Alec scratched at the back of his head in irritation, trying to not let his frustration show on his face.

Van could pick up on it through, and playfully said, “Don’t worry, Alec. I know that some things are a little hard for you to understand.”

The fog seemed to deepen in Alec’s mind, completely destroying any chance of him understanding anything during this tutoring session. The more Alec looked at the textbook, the dumber he felt. He struggled to piece together the information in the book, but could barely recall anything he’d learned at all in class… that is, when he bothered to go to class.

Van shrugged his thin shoulders. “At least you have a deal with the professor,” he added. “It’s nice of him to pass you just for a daily blow job.”

Alec jerked back in his chair in shock, confused by what Van was saying. He didn’t have some sort of sexy deal with his Biology professor. The teacher was a large man in his early fifties, with a trimmed beard and thick salt-and-pepper colored hair. He was a total daddy of a man, always dressed in suits that showed off his nice muscle gut.

Memories of himself down on his knees, with his face shoved into the older man’s crotch started to filter into Alec's mind. His heart starting to speed up in his chest, Alec ran a shaky hand through his hair as he easily pictured himself moaning loudly under the desk as he sucked off his professor, eagerly swallowing down his entire load that he shot down his hungry throat. 

Despite himself, Alec squirmed in his seat as he felt his own cock start to harden at the memory. His impressive seven inches plumped up to full size, tenting out his workout shorts noticeably. It throbbed with want under his desk, and Alec had to fight with himself to keep his hands above the desk.

“I, uh, I didn’t know many knew about that,” Alec heard himself mutter, blushing at the words that left his mouth.

Van chuckled. “Everyone knows that,” he laughed. “You love to show off and act like a total slut in front of everyone, remember?”

The candle flickered some more.

Alec paled as his cock throbbed even more. The hunk began to squirm around in his seat as he suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. The fog in his brain seemed to intensify, and all of a sudden Alec wanted nothing more than to peel out of his overbearing clothes— just being so covered up felt sweltering. Even though it was autumn, Alec feel as if he were wearing a parka in ninety degree weather, and he tugged at the collar of his t-shirt, stretching it as low as he could.

“Everything alright?” Van asked, a smirk detectable in his voice.

“Um, y-yeah,” Alec stammered, still unable to relax. Something deep in his gut told him that he shouldn’t be getting undressed in front of another guy, but he’d already torn his shirt away from his chest before registering it. 

The mere second that his pecs were out in the open, Alec felt leagues better. The cool air in his dorm made his nipples perk up and a dull grin formed on his handsome face, and before he knew it, his hands were already shimmying his shorts down to the ground. 

Alec’s face scrunched up in confusion as he sat at his desk, wearing nothing at all since he usually freeballed. His still throbbing cock bobbed in front of him, a bead of precum forming at the head. No matter how wrong he felt this scenario was, he couldn’t deny that there was a spark of excitement that rippled through him.

Van’s eyes got bigger as he looked the jock up and down.

Alec noticed that he’d been bouncing his pecs, blushing a little when he’d been made aware… but he didn’t stop.

The two of them continued to go over a few more science problems in the textbook, Alec having immense trouble concentrating. All of the long words on the pages seemed to blur together and he’d quickly get distracted by flexing a bicep or crunching his abs for the camera on his laptop.

The candle’s light shined brighter.

Van cleared his throat as Alec ran a hand over his pecs. “Lookin’ big there,” he commented. “Those tits are getting some serious size.”

If he hadn’t been watching, Alec wouldn’t have believed that his pecs would magically grow. However, the stunned stud went slack jawed as he witnessed his toned pectorals shudder before ballooning out from his chest. They grew larger and rounder as they jutted off of him. Even his nipples enlarged, going from tiny and perky to huge and nubby.

“Wh-what?!” Alec panicked as he palmed his giant muscletits, wincing at how they filled his hands and how he couldn’t see anything below them as they blocked his view. “What’s happening?!”

His heart raced in his chest even faster as he groped his large chest, his cock still throbbing despite his fear. His slow head started to piece together what was happening: all of his weird behavior and foreign memories.

Alec stared up at Van who only grinned from ear to ear on the screen.

“You son of a bitch!” he growled. “What are you doing to me?”

Van simply shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious, Alec?” he teased. “I was growing tired of being ignored by my supposed friend, so I decided to turn you into my own personal himbo.”

“Himbo— ohhh!” Alec snorted before getting distracted by accidentally brushing his hand over an incredibly sensitive nipple. The stud couldn’t hold back his slutty moan, and before he could react, he reached up with his other hand and thumbed his nubby nipples, all the while moaning loudly for the whole floor of his dorm to hear. He knew that he should be angry and demand that Van stop turning him into a himbo, but the pleasure was too much for his dimwitted mind to ignore. He couldn’t stop playing with his chest and pursing his lips like the slut he was turning into.

“See?” Van laughed. “It’s not so bad. And just think about how great it’ll be with that big booty of yours.”

“Uughhh!” Alec moaned as he squirmed in his seat, feeling himself lift up higher as his butt grew bigger. The altered hunk shoved himself away from the desk and stared into the section of the app that showed his own camera feed.

Alec paled as he examined this new reflection. His pecs were massive and the huge nipples they were capped with made him look like some morphed pic off of a fetish site. Not to be outdone, his ass was massive! The meaty cheeks had to have grown at least three times their normal size, rounding out and creating a perfect shelf from his back. As he swiveled his hips, he watched his booty jiggle and shake, in constant motion. The handsome jock had gone from toned to curvy in a matter of seconds. He also noticed that his brown hair was now a bright blond, just as Van had mentioned earlier.

And his hard cock spasmed as he looked at his new himbo form.

“Y-you can’t leave me like this!” Alec pleaded as he envisioned himself out on the baseball field, running around with his huge pecs and bubblebutt hindering his every movements. But then he thought about being in the locker room with all of the other jocks, showing off his warped body in the showers and having all of them either fuck him or let him suck them off— and his cock throbbed even more at the thought.

“I won’t leave you like that,” Van smirked. “Besides, there’s nothing hotter than a slutty himbo jock who’s a strict bottom. So…”

“Hnnghh!” Alec grunted as he tensed up, his pecs and ass bouncing in tandem as he came. His large seven inch cock spewed out cum. It twitched as he came, throbbing and spasming from his orgasm.

But then the jock went wide-eyed as he kept cumming, and his cock kept throbbing— and at the pinnacle of each throb, his large cock yanked itself back into his body, drastically dropping in size.

“Ugghh! Whaaat’s happening to meee?!” Alec moaned as his previously sizable cock dwindled out of sight, his large pecs blocking it from view. The stud reached down and gasped as he felt his rod get smaller and smaller in his hand. He couldn’t see them over his chest, but even his balls grew smaller, starting to look more like little grapes that were tight against his skin. His little cock settled on a pathetic three inches, looking incredibly out of place on Alec’s muscled frame; but as the himbo jock continued to cum, he relished in his pleasure, all fear evaporating from his dim mind.

A dull grin formed on Alec’s handsome face, and Van knew that the changes were about done.

Where a toned baseball playing jock had been just moments before, was a total slutty himbo who was built solely to get other men off. His massive pecs, big bubblebutt, and tiny cocklet illustrated that he was now the perfect bottom on campus, eagerly taking cock after cock.

The altered hunk swayed on his feet, the fog in his brain growing thicker by the millisecond and making it hard to think coherently. 

“Well, well,” Van smiled, admiring his work, “it looks like my little experiment was success. You’re now nothing but a dumb himbo. I don’t think that people will recognize you anymore, Alec. So why don’t we call you something else, huh? How about Brad? Brad the Buttslut? How’s that sound?”

Alec screamed on the inside as he felt himself being locked in a tight box, Brad the Buttslut taking over. The slutty himbo smiled widely and couldn’t help but flex his large arms above his head when he noticed that he was on camera. His pert little nub went hard, almost concealed by the stud’s big thighs.

“Why don’t you come over to my dorm and I’ll fuck that big slutty butt of yours?” Van beckoned.

“I’m on my way!” Brad happily agreed, snatching an unfamiliar jockstrap off of his dresser and yanking it on. The front pouch was loose and baggy, but the hunk’s enormous bubblebutt jutted out the back noticeably. Brad then thrusted his chest out with pride and sauntered out of the dorm and out onto the hall, loving all of the eyes that locked in on his himbo form.

Nobody could tell, but Brad’s tiny cock was rock hard as he waddled down to the hallway to his best friend, Van’s, dorm, throbbing as he anticipated getting his big butt stuffed full. Brad was such a huge buttslut, and he loved every second of it.

Damn! Max's quads are so big that they near engulf his tiny package!