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Joey lay back across the cushioned seats, flexing his big arms and flashing his signature duck-face before snapping a selfie. He posted the pic immediately, captioning it, “Bout to check out an acupuncturist thanks to @wannabebulky’s generous gift certificate! Gotta love holistic treatment! I’ll let you all know how it goes.”

He didn’t actually believe in acupuncture, only stopped into this place because one of his client gifted him a free session as a tip, but since it was just a couple needles, what was there to lose by stopping in?

He was shocked when the door opened and a skinny little white guy with a combover and a bad moustache stumbled in. Thanks to movies and TV, Joey’d imagined his needles would be getting inserted from an old Asian woman. He’d planned on flashing some charm and wowing her with his muscles to pass the time until this was all over. He didn’t know what he was going to do with this little nerdy guy--until the guy got a look at him, his eyes widening in a way Joey wasn’t unfamiliar with.

“Y-y-you’re…” The guy took a step back as he took in the big bodybuilder’s impressive mass.

“Huge, yeah, I know,” Joey said. Maybe “wowing with muscles” wasn’t off the table after all.

The little guy’s hands trembled as he wheeled a tray up to the side of the table and set up what looked like an ornate tacklebox on top of it. “I’m sorry, I just… I’ve never worked on someone so… big… before!”

“Just treat me like anybody else,” Joey said. “What’s the clothing situation here? Shirt off, shorts on?”

“To be able to get the most of this treatment, it’s best that you strip down completely,” the man said, focusing on the tacklebox as he opened it. The guy seemed anxious, like he was afraid to look directly at the pile of beef on his table.

If he’s intimidated now, that sure isn’t gonna get any better with this,” Joey snickered as he tossed his hat and sunglasses aside, peeled off his tank top, then yanked off his shoes and socks. Hopping to his feet, he unbuckled his belt, letting his shorts fall to the ground. The whole time the little guy never looked up from whatever he was doing in his little tacklebox. Joey let the moment marinate a bit before digging a thumb into the waistband of his tightly packed boxerbriefs and yanking them down over his gargantuan legs. Then he stood there, naked and spewing bodyheat into the room, until the acupuncturist finally looked up.

He got the effect he was going for. The little guy’s jaw stared, stunned, at the sight in front of him: Joey, fists on his hips, 270 pounds of perfectly sculpted veiny muscle stripped bare, his soft, generous manhood gently swaying in the breeze of the air conditioner. The smaller man before him shook for a moment before stumbling backwards and knocking the wheeled tray over. The tacklebox crashed to the floor. Needles scattered everywhere.

Joey felt a little guilty as the embarrassed man fumbled to clean up the mess, but he never got tired of people falling apart at the sight of him. If his suspicions about this little guy were true--and he was rarely wrong when he picked up the “vibe”--he figured the little guy would be revisiting the memory of his free “show” in private later on. Consider it a tip, Joey thought as he kicked back on the table.

“I’m sorry, Mr... “

“Swole,” Joey said. “They call me Joey Swole. But now that you’ve seen every inch of me you can call me Joey.”

“Sure, Mr… Swole? Er--Joey, sir…”

“Look, buddy, if you’re gonna be sticking needles in me, you’re gonna have to relax, got it? I need a steady hand outta you, k? What’s your name anyway?”

“Seth,” the little man said.

“Well, take a deep breath, Seth, and when you’ve got yourself settled, I’d like to find out just what you acupuncturists can pull off.”

Seth held the bridge of his nose, breathed deeply several times, and then collected himself. He set the dishevelled tacklebox back on the tray and wheeled it back over.

“So, where would you like me to focus?” Seth said, producing a single needle and holding it a few inches above Joey’s chest. “Do you have any aches or ailments you’d like me to remedy?”

Joey shrugged. “I dunno bud. As you can see I’m pretty well put together. I keep my machine in perfect running order and all. Only thing I’m really suffering from is some general swelling, pretty much anywhere… although I wouldn’t call it suffering, exactly.” He looked up from the table at Seth, who didn’t even crack a smile at the joke.

“Well, I’d bet it’s not that easy carrying around all that mass,” Seth said, examining the mound of astoundingly solid flesh before him. “All the stress on your joints… I bet your knees are just dying for relief…”

Seth gently inserted a needle into Joey’s forehead, above his left eyebrow, and twisted.

“Ho-ly… jeez…” Joey was breathless for a second. He’d been unaware how much his knees had been aching until whatever Seth had done relieved it. He lifted his left leg from the table, bent and flexed the knee, astounded at how suddenly flexible he felt. A light sweat broke out over his body.

“See, most people are so accustomed to their own physical maladies that they don’t even notice them anymore. Let’s see… I’d bet your shoulders take a beating. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Seth inserted two needles above Joey’s right nipple, then gently tapped in a third. As Seth’s hand came away, Joey felt mounds of tension suddenly unwind from his shoulders. He didn’t even notice how much the joints had stung until he felt a cool, calming sensation over them. His shoulders had never felt so fucking good. He felt like he could easily press a jeep over his head.

“God damn,” Joey said, nearly breathless with relief.

“I bet a guy like you gets crazy sore after his workouts,” Seth said. “What’s the last bodypart you worked?”

“Had a huge back day today. Basically I deadlifted the equivalent of a mama elephant and then rowed her babies, one in each hand.”

Seth smiled, located a spot just above Joey’s navel, deep in the crease of Joey’s inanely carved-out abdomal muscles. Joey barely felt the needle go in, but suddenly all the ache in his back was gone, his obliterated muscles suddenly feeling rejuvenated. Even better, a sudden burst of bloodflow across his massive back gave him a considerable pump. He seemed to rise off the table as his back gently inflated.

“You’re a goddamned miracle man…” Joey said. “Can you do that all over? Give me a pump like that?”

Seth seemed to be getting a little giddy from satisfying the  mountain of muscle before him. “I sure can! Just watch.”

He stuck a few needles into the soles of Joey’s feet and watched as the big man’s traps swelled up, swallowing his neck. A few more needles below Joey’s Adam’s apple and his arms expanded into veiny cannons. More needles in his left shoulder and his chest and shoulders rose like baking dough. A few more in his elbow and Joey’s already insanely thick legs got even wider.

“This is… fuck, I feel like I’m twice the size I was when I walked in here…” Joey said, flexing his warm, pumped muscles.

“Please, don’t move while the needles are in,” Seth said, nervously swiping his thumb and forefinger along his moustache.

“Whatever you say, buddy! Just keep those magic needles coming!”

Suddenly Seth’s eyes lit up. “Oh man, if you like all that, you’ll love this!” Seth pressed two needles into Joey’s smooth, hard groin, and the big man growled.

“Oooohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck--” he moaned, suddenly overcome by waves of pleasure emanating from the exact spot Seth had stuck, traveling the length of his body, into his fingertips and toes and scalp, then back down to his groin. His dick sprang up, hard as a lead pipe in second. Joey saw stars and breathed like he’d just run a marathon, his heart pounding, sweat pouring from him in buckets. So wrapped in his own ecstasy, he barely noticed as cum spewed from his cock, splattering over his face and chest with the first few volleys. Joey’s growl rose in pitch as his orgasm continued, longer than anything he’d ever felt jerking off or fucking women before. His dick emptied itself over his midsection, less cum each time until his twitching balls finally ran dry. The big organ just stood there throbbing while Joey squealed, the gentle movement of the air conditioner feeling like a sensual massage over every inch of his bare skin.

It subsided slowly and it was minutes before Joey could gather his thoughts enough to realize what had happened--he’d just blown his biggest load ever on an acupuncturist’s table after getting a few pins in his groin. He wasn’t even embarrassed as he looked down over his wide expanse of muscles, frosted with what looked like a gallon of his own load.

“I-I-I-I’ll get you a towel,” Seth stammered. Even he seemed surprised at what he had done for the gargantuan man.

“Dude… that… oh god… I…” Joey tried to pull himself together. He lay one hand on Seth’s shoulder as an expression of gratitude. “Th-th-th-thank you… That was… Man…”

Seth relaxed his posture and leaned into Joey’s big palm. “Let me just get these needles out,” Starting with the ones on Joey’s faced, he gently pulled the pins out.

Joey was thankful his bodily pains didn’t return when the needles were removed. His mind was also still a little hazy from the mindblowing orgasm he still barely felt the effects of--so hazy in fact that he didn’t notice the faint, high-pitched whistling sound, like rushing air, that has suddenly started. As more needles came out, however, it got louder.

“What’s that sound?” Joey asked as he started to come to his senses. The shrill squeak became more noticeable with every second. As Seth dropped his handful of semen-sticky needles back in the tacklebox, he raised an eyebrow. He seemed to hear it too.

“Uh-oh,” Seth said, placing an ear on Joey’s cum-spattered chest. “Oh, jeez, I can’t believe I did it again…”

Joey’s blood-pressure spiked. Something about this kid’s demeanor, the way he was all clenched up and shaking again, had Joey worried. The sound seemed to be coming from all around him--fuck, was it coming FROM him?--and a cold numbness had started to spread across his skin. He sat up and grabbed a handful of Seth’s shirt, yanking him in close.

“What the fuck is that fucking noise? Why’s my whole body feel like I just got anesthesia?” Joey barked.

“Th-th-th-the numbness will fade!” Seth whimpered. “You’ll get feeling back in twenty minutes or so. Just hold still and let me see if I can undo what I did…”

“Fuck that,” Joey said, shoving Seth back. “Get these fucking needles out of me.” He reached down and clumsily yanked the protruding little metal points from the soles of his feet and from his abs. The sound just got louder, and Joey started to feel seriously dizzy.

“Stop! Leave the needles in!” Seth begged, but Joey had already reached for the last pins--the two above his groin.

A burst of air rushed from the hole above his groin--the whistling, of course, was the sound of air escaping from every little hole in his body. He watched, horrified, as the pecs that normally obscured the view of his feet slowly sank. He looked down as his arms collapsed, felt himself sinking as the mass emptied out of his back and his big ass.

Then it was over. Joey lay there, in shock. It felt strange to move his head, but when he touched around his face with his fingers he realized why: there was no thick neck underneath it, massive traps on either side.

Joey hopped off the table and looked down at himself--all his muscles were gone, leaving behind just skin and bones. The skin hadn’t exactly shrunk, still sagging off his body in long, ugly strips, flapping around as he moved.

“Oh man… I thought I had that groin thing down, but if you don’t do it just perfectly it makes your whole body shed its mass…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Joey shrieked. He shoved Seth, surprised at his resistance. “The fuck--how’d you get so heavy?”

“Jeez, it looks like you got shorter, too,” Seth said, holding a hand above his hand and extending it forward. It hung inches above Joey’s head.

“Fucking fix it!” Joey yelped.

“L-l-let me get you a towel, first, and I’ll have you fill out a customer complaint card… I’ll try to get you some comped return visits, too…” Seth ran to the open door. “Diane! I did it again!”

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BrandedX2: “Big Guys Taken Down a Notch”

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"Hey! Our ball!" one of the scrawny beachgoers whined as Aiden kicked their beachball off into the distance.

The muscled hunk bellowed out a devious laugh as he watched the white and red plastic ball starting to drift away in the water, caught in one of the ocean's riptides.

He stomped away from the sulking beachgoers, laughing to himself. His buddy, Edward, laughed along with him, the both of them enjoying acting like obnoxious bros at the beach.

The muscled duo were complete alpha studs, and they found immense enjoyment in bullying the smaller guys at the beach, shoving them around and making it known that they viewed them as lesser. They looked like twin muscle studs, their perfectly shaped and sculpted muscles on display as they sauntered across the beach.

Aiden felt an odd cooling sensation brush over him, and he scratched at his chest, wincing when he heard the sound of rubbing plastic.

"What the hell?" he wondered aloud as he looked down at his pecs, his eyes bulging out of his skull as he saw the shiny quality to his chest. It looked like every pore was filled in, making his skin look completely smooth. Even his body hair was gone, giving his skin a shiny sheen that was impossible. He poked at his pecs, his heart racing when his fingers pushed into them much further than they should've, eliciting a squeaky noise.

Edward looked shocked too as he stared at his friend. "Bro!" he gasped. "You look like you're made of plastic!"

Aiden panicked even more when he felt around his body, every movement creating a rubbery noise that sounded out. It wasn't just his chest that had changed-- his whole body had a shiny and plastic quality to it. Even when he felt his black hair, the alpha male paled when he felt a thick lump of plastic, as if his hair had solidified and hardened, just like a Ken doll's.

"Wh-what happened to me?!" Aiden panicked, holding his arms out in front of himself. His trepidation increased when he noticed that his biceps looked a little smaller than they should've, flattening as if he were deflating. "I'm getting smaller!"

"Holy shit, Bro!" Edward panicked, his hand shooting out as he pointed at the deflating stud. "You have a fucking nozzle!"

Aiden followed the direction of his friend's finger, eying the plastic nozzle that was affixed to the front of his crotch, totally replacing his girthy cock. He felt lightheaded as he realized that it looked like his board shorts were plastic, too. It looked as if Aiden had turned into some kind of inflatable man, being made of plastic just like a beachball.

"Bro!" he cried out, grabbing a frantic hold of Edward's tank top. "You gotta blow me up! I'm fuckin' deflating!"

"No way!" Edward balked.

"Please!" Aiden begged, his fingers even starting to flatten as he lost more air by the second. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he was terrified at the thought of losing all of his air.

Edward looked pained for a moment before sighing. "Fine!" he grunted, dropping to his knees and sticking Aiden's new nozzle into his mouth. He sucked in a deep breath of air through his nostrils before blowing it all into Aiden's new plastic body.

Aiden couldn't hold back the low moan that surfaced as his friend inflated him. It felt like pure sex as he was being re-inflated. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and if his cock wasn't a tiny plastic nozzle, he'd be rock hard.

He opened up his eyes, relieved to see that he was back to his previous proportions. However, his relief was short lived as soon as Edward blew in another mouthful of air, forcing Aiden's muscles to continue inflating past their original size. His shiny pecs ballooned further off his chest, his biceps blew up past their normal size and rivaled bowling balls, and his ass perked up much more than it should've.

"Y-you can stop now!" Aiden panicked as his muscles kept getting bigger and bigger, crossing the line into bodybuilder territory. "This is too big!"

Edward didn't listen and kept blowing air into him.

Aiden panicked inwardly as he kept inflating. His muscles were crazy large now, looking round and shiny as if he were a giant balloon man. His pecs were the size of beach balls, as were his ass cheeks. His face even inflated a little, his cheeks rounding out and muffling his words. His arms and legs grew so muscled that they were rendered inflexible, sticking out straight from his inflated body.

Edward finally looked up at his much larger friend and blushed. "Oops! Sorry, bro! I guess I got carried away," he said.

Aiden just grunted and flailed his limbs uselessly. He tried to yell out for Edward to let some of the air out, but his cheeks had inflated so much that he couldn't get the words out. Instead, he just moaned.

"Here, let's get you back to the apartment," Edward said, grabbing a hold of Aiden and carrying him as if he weighed nothing, which made sense since he was full of air now. "Maybe we can see if you can get even bigger!"

“Here you go, Sir,” the assistant said as he put on the finishing touches of the spray tan.

“Thank you,” Brad said, admiring the assistant’s work. “You really saved my ass. I have no idea what happened to my usual guy. He just wouldn’t pick up his phone for some reason.” 

It was the day of one of the big bodybuilding competitions, and Brad’s usual guy who spray tanned him to make his muscles pop was nowhere to be found. He was lucky that one of his competitors was friendly enough to recommend the current guy to him, not giving out much information but just telling him that he’d send him his way.

“Don’t thank me yet, Big Guy,” the man said, slapping Brad on his broad back, rather hard.

Brad stiffened, not wanting there to be any handprints on his tan. He quickly turned around and looked in the mirror, confused when he saw what looked like a long, black zipper running down the broad expanse of his wide back. “What the hell is this?” he demanded. “Is this some sort of prank?”

“You’ll see,” the guy mysteriously said as his arm shot out at a rapid speed, yanking on the zipper to pull it downwards, effectively opening it.

Like the air had been punched out of him, Brad felt breathless for a brief moment and then felt as if his center of gravity was disturbed. His eyes widened in horror when he watched himself deflate like a balloon in the mirror, his body losing mass as it crumbled down onto the floor. He wasn’t able to move his body at all, and even if he had been, his back was so wide that there’d be no way he could reach the zipper and close it.

“What are you doing to me?!” he yelled, his voice getting muffled as he head began to deflate and flop over onto itself. The rest of his body collapsed in on itself until he was pile of freshly tanned skin lying on the hotel floor.

“Just wait and see,” the man taunted, stepping forward and grabbed a hold of the deflated Brad. 

Brad was shocked as he watched in the mirror as the man stepped inside the hole created by the zipper. He could feel him squirming around inside of him, fitting inside of his massive body as if it were a glove designed specifically for the unknown guy. He tried to yell, tried to fight back, but it was as if he were completely paralyzed and helpless to do anything at all that wasn’t the man’s will.

“There we are!” he heard his own voice cheerfully announce.

He winced internally as he watched his own body hold its massive, muscled arms out like it was showing itself off. He even did a three-sixty turn in front of the mirror, the man inside of him demonstrating that he had completely control over all of his actions. Apparently that control extended to his voice as well as he tried to cuss him out or even beg for his body back, but was unable to do anything expect watch and feel his own body move beyond his control.

“You know, once the other guys heard that Brad Rowe was competing, a lot of them thought that they’d lose considering how impressive your body is,” the man inside of him made him say out loud. He pulled his poser away from his body to check out his cock. “Really impressive actually.”

Brad mustered all of his inner strength to fight back, but it was useless. He couldn’t do anything with the man inhabiting his body as if he were a suit.

“But,” the man made him say, a devious gleam in his eye, “I doubt you’ll win the competition if you go on stage in front of all those judges and do this…” He saw himself turn around and bend over. Making sure to glance over his broad shoulder, Brad’s heart fell when he felt and saw his body yank down his poser to flash his tight hole to the mirror. “Maybe we’ll even finger ourself? I haven’t decided yet, it depends on how much I enjoy your body. Thanks for it by the way.”

Brad screamed internally, but was silent as the man forced a smile onto his face and made him strut out of the hotel room and towards the convention area where he knew he’d be humiliated in front of the entire crowd.

He passed by a fellow competitor in the hallway and winked at him.

“Hey, why don’t you swing by my room afterwards?” he heard himself ask. “You can feel how powerful my glutes are.”