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The Secret

“Do you think he’s ready?” Frank asked.

“I’d say so. He’s been bothering us for almost a month now,” Devin replied. They were talking as though Gavin wasn’t even there. It was true that Gavin had been ‘bothering’ them, but it was just because he wanted to know how they got so big. Obviously it had to be something that wasn’t on the market. They were just too big. Most of the other guys who they weren’t training in the gym were too intimidated to even talk to them. But Gavin faced his fear. He was done guessing how they did it. He wanted to be like them.

“Ok,” Frank agreed. They turned to face Gavin. “So you want to know how we got to be this big and strong?” He flexed his arm showing it off.

“Yeah man! I’ve wanted to be as big as you guys since I first started. Guys like you are so freakin cool. You can do whatever the fuck you want and no one will say shit cause they know they’ll have their asses kicked in. It’s just like I’ve been training so long and I want to be like you guys.” Gavin’s face still seemed to be glowing.

“You’ve got a pretty decent physique now, kid. Way better than what I had when I started doing this. Don’t you think you should just keep training like that for a couple more years?” Devin asked.

“Nah man! I want it now! I’ve been working out and it’s just not doin nuthin,” Gavin looked like he was about to start pleading the two guys.

“You’re still pretty young maybe you should wait a little bit longer before…”

“C’mon guys! I’m 23! I’ve been doing it the ‘right way’ and it hasn’t gotten me shit. Guys still think they can talk back to me. It’s annoying. I’m better than them. Just tell me how you guys did it. I gotta know. I wanna be like you.” Gavin really was starting to beg. Despite his decently large body he looked so pathetic. Devin and Frank looked at each other. They knew they had the answer they were looking for.

“Alright bud, we’ll show you,” Frank sighed. “We use magic.”

“Wha…” Gavin’s mouth hung open. “What! Don’t fucking play with me. I’m not some idiot. I get that you two are fucking massive but don’t fucking lie to me.”

“We’re not,” Devin said. “It’s already started.”

Gavin still glared at them. He couldn’t believe he’d just wasted this much time. But then he looked down at his hands. They looked different. He paused trying to figure it out. They were smaller. “Wha…” his mouth sat agape. “What’s going on?!” His voice shook. The muscle shirt wasn’t straining against his chest like it had been.

“We’re showing you how we got this big,” Devin flexed his already massive arm. It looked like he’d just done an insanely intense workout. His veins were starting to bulge out, pushing his blood through his body even faster. “That’s what you wanted, right?” He did another flex and his shirt looked like it was starting to give.

Gavin couldn’t believe it. His body was slowly starting to compress in on itself. The years of working out to get as big as he was, quickly disappearing before him. “NO! This wasn’t what I wanted! Why would you do this to me?!”

“Cause you’re an asshole.” Frank said without a hint of remorse. His voice seemed deeper and more commanding. He was already intimidating and now he was even bigger by comparison. “All you care about is getting big. You don’t give a shit about anyone or anything else. Try thinking about someone else once in a while.”

Gavin’s head was starting to tilt back from the growing bodybuilders in front of him. Not only was he shorter but they were taller. He’d been a good 6’4”. That was the only thing he had that was bigger than them. Now he hoped he was still 5’6”. He looked straight ahead, staring at their massive pecs. “But…” he sounded like he was about to cry, “but I worked so hard.”

“Look we tried to stop you. But you wanted the ‘easy way’,” Devin frowned. “Damn it,” his feet started to burst from his shoes. They were far too large to fit his size 11’s anymore.

Frank looked over and smiled. “We got more in the back. Don’t worry about it.” He turned back to Gavin. The guy was practically drowning in his clothes. The two had easily stolen 100 pounds from the guy and over 8 inches from him, plus an extra 4. Frank moved closer to the former jock. His body loomed over Gavin. It looked like the small guy was about to wet himself. Frank blew out a strong huff, “We gave you what you wanted now get out.”

“Bu-bu-but I wanted to be big like you guys! I wanted to be like you,” he really was about to cry.

“Listen asshole,” Frank crossed his arms against his chest. Gavin backed away solely on instinct. “You’ve been coming to this gym for months scaring off our customers. We don’t want assholes like you who just gloat around showing off your stuff to anyone who even gives you a glance in the mirror. Show us you’re not the asshole we know you are and we might give some of it back.”

“You can do that?” Gavin accidentally let go of his shorts. His shirt was so long that everything was still covered. He still scrambled to pull his shorts back up. He definitely didn’t want the guys in front of him to see him like this.

“Sure we can,” Devin laughed. “How do you think we have such happy clients? We take from the assholes and give to the weak. We’d already tried being 300 plus pound walking tanks but that scared too many people off. We gotta make a living. Ya know?” Devin waddled over to Gavin. His thighs were pushing against each other trying to find room; while his lats were pushing his arms out to the side of his body. He’d been around 240 before the change. Now Gavin didn’t even want to know.

“So… If I’m good I can have everything back?”

Frank’s laugh pushed Gavin hard against the wall. He leaned in closer. Gavin could feel his hot breath on his face. “We’ll see. We might give you some of this back. You just have to show us you’re a real good boy, that is.”

Just Looking

“Look man, she said she wasn’t interested and then you just couldn’t keep your hands off her,” the big guy draped his hands over the curling rack. “If you can show me that you can behave I might give these back.”

Brett was absolutely mortified. He couldn’t believe that something like this could happen. All he wanted was to get the girls number but she was just being a bitch about it. Brett corrected the thought. “She was showing that she autonomy and has every right to say no to someone she is not interested in.”

“That’s a good start. Not very genuine though.” The guy didn’t look impressed. He obviously hated guys like Brett. Brett couldn’t understand why though. He seemed like a guy who’d been around the block a few times. Someone like Brett, who usually only had to ask and girls would be all over him. But he just wasn’t taking it, “I think you can do better though.”

“Yes! Yes! I can do better!” Brett was trying not to sound like he was begging. It wasn’t very convincing. He wasn’t used to someone being so much bigger than him. Before this all happened he was the big man on campus. Everyone looked up to him. But now this guy, even while sitting down, was taller. There’s no way Brett could live like this. He was going to have to do his best to convince this guy that he’d changed. “Women do not deserve to be harassed or intimidated by guys just because they wearing tight or revealing clothing.”

The guy sighed. “At least you’re trying. But you should try to working on sounding honest. Not like you’re reading some stupid gender studies text book.”

“But I am trying!” Brett shouted. “Have I been staring at any of the girls since we’ve been talking? I know there’s several cute ones that have walked past and I’m not ‘gawking’ at them I swear!”

“I know,” it was the first time the guy smiled. “You’ve been gawking at me.”

“No I haven’t,” Brett said defensively. He crossed his arms and tried to look away. His eyes drifted back to the round arms draped over the curling rack. “I’m not gay.”

“You weren’t gay,” he seemed to love saying that, “See, I don’t mind when cute little guys like you stare at me. Kind of enjoy it actually. So I’m going to give you a little bit of a test. If you pass it I’ll give you everything back. And if you fail…” he paused for dramatic effect. “You have to go on a date with me.”

“Go on a date… with you…?” the guy nodded at Brett’s question. He’d never been on a date with a guy before. Especially one this handsome. They’d probably just go get dinner. Somewhere that was kind of nice but not too expensive. Talk about each other and then at the end of the night he’d probably pull Brett close and… “Fuck.” Brett cursed at the fantasy he’d just created. He stomped his foot in frustration, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“So what do you say?” the guy smirked seeing Brett adjust his shorts.

“I’m not gay.”

“Then the test should be easy right?”

“I’m not gay.” Brett said it even more sternly.

“Then, challenge accepted?”

It took Brett a moment to think about it. He wasn’t going to lose to this. He wasn’t gay. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t keep his eyes off the guy in front of him. “Sure. I’ll do it. What do I have to do?”

The big guy smiled and gave Brett a hearty slap to the back. “All you have to do is show that you learned your lesson. Follow me,” he led Brett to one of the empty exercise rooms. Brett hadn’t really ever been in them before. They were mostly used for Yoga and stretching. Brett was a little more shocked at how hard it was to keep up with the guy in front of him. He must have been a lot shorter than he thought. He’d burst into a sprint every couple of steps to try to keep pace but end up falling behind.

The guy closed the door and pulled off his shirt. Brett’s mouth flung open. He caught it and closed it before the guy was able to see. Before him stood a sculpture of a man. Someone who’d been at the gym his entire life. He had amazingly cut abs right beneath huge meaty pecs. The thick round arms matching his thick well developed legs. Brett could almost feel his mouth watering as his butt tightened up looking at how the man’s underwear didn’t seem to hide a damn thing.

“So,” he started out with a nice double bicep pose, “All you gotta do is not touch me. For the next five minutes. If you can last on not feeling these big, strong, powerful muscles you can have em back. But if you fail you go on a date with me.” He smiled as Brett’s hands were already starting to betray him. “Think you can handle it big guy?”

The condescending comment was not lost on Brett. But for some reason he liked hearing the man say it. He crossed his arms and popped a squat on the floor. “Got it.” He closed his eyes. All he had to do was sit there and not look for five minutes.

“Is that what you’re doing little buddy. C’mon dude. Open your eyes. I’ve got a treat that I know you’ll like.” Brett was almost willing to listen. Part of him really wanted to do it. He could hear the man in front of him purposely grunting loudly to get him to look.

Doubt was starting to fill his mind, ‘I mean just looking won’t be a problem. I just can’t touch. But just a glance…’ he shook his head at the thought. If he looked then he’d want to touch. That was the whole point of closing his eyes.

“Just a little peak. I know you’ll like it,” the man taunted him. But on instinct Brett seemed to have listened. His jaw dropped at the massive man standing in front of him flexing. He was a pro for sure. Even off season, he still had deep defined muscles that most guys dreamed of.

‘Fuck,’ his mouth with still dangling in front of him. He tried forcing his eyes closed again but to no avail. They were glued to the man’s overdeveloped chest and thick abs. The man in front of him hadn’t even shaved yet. His sweat clung to the hair on his torso from his earlier work out. He ran his hand through the matted hair.

“There we go,” he smiled deviously. “See? You like that don’t you?” Brett nodded at the questions. “Seeing isn’t touching. It’s fine to look. But I know you want to touch.” Brett was barely even listening. “You want to touch this body. Don’t you?”

Brett nodded again. His body leaned forward. Placing his hands on the floor, he started crawling towards the man in front of him. He was so big. So strong. Everything about him screamed that he was a real man. Not like little weak Brett. He needed someone like the man in front of him. He needed to feel those strong muscles.

“Go on,” the man was goading Brett to touch his bicep as he flexed it in front of his face. “Touch it. Just give it a good firm squeeze. I know you want to.” Brett was losing his rational mind. The huge arm in front of him was so big. So round. So powerful. “Do it.”

The command sent Brett over. He let out the most feminine moan filling the empty room. Brett’s hands were having too much fun squeezing and rubbing the other man’s body though. It filled him with so much glee. So much better than women. It was like he’d found something he never knew he wanted.

“So little buddy, how do you think you did?” the man asked him.

Brett pulled back realizing that he’d just failed the test. He almost felt bad thinking about how his life was going to be different. “Failed…” he said despondently. But then he looked up at the man in front of him. 

“C’mon little guy,” he gave Brett a light punch to the arm. “You didn’t do too bad. Sure it was barely over a minute but most guys don’t even last that.”

“Most guys?” Brett was almost concerned about this not lasting. “You’ve done this before? But I don’t want to lose someone like you.” He bounded into a hug around the man’s waist; nestling his head in between the man’s thick pecs.

“Awww… Man… Don’t be like that,” the man started rubbing his head. “It’s not all bad. Just when they get bored then I move on. It’s mutual. No hard feelings or whatever.” Brett looked up. Concern filled his eyes. “As long as you want to keep worshipping this body I won’t go to anyone else.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” The man gave Brett a kiss on the head. “Now let’s go show you what you’ve just won,” he wrapped his arm around Brett leading him to the locker room.

Special Security

Andrew had a problem getting drunk too often. He was known for wanting to spend his Fridays and Saturdays drinking the night away. His girlfriend was starting to have a bit of a problem with it. It was just sometimes she wanted to do something else. But today he was feeling really rowdy. He’d caught his girlfriend texting some other guy and wasn’t okay with it. She’d broken up with him and now he had to drink alone.

He’d started to make a commotion and the bartender walked over to him. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to calm down.”

“That’s not fucking happenin,” he shot back.

“Then I’m going to have to call security…”

Andrew wasn’t impressed. Guys like him always had to call for backup. Couldn’t handle a situation by themselves at all. “Just a bunch of fucking pussies!” he shouted at no one in particular.

Someone came from behind them and tapped Andrew on the shoulder. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stop for the night.” When Andrew turned around he never fell over laughing. The guy barely came up to his chest and didn’t even look like he worked out. The way this guy had said it was too much. He sounded so serious and almost threatening.

“This is your security?” Andrew turned his attention back to the barkeep but was ignored. He stood up from the stool and looked down at the guy. “Listen, you made me laugh pretty hard and I don’t feel like bustin someones face open tonight. You just walk away and we’ll pretend this didn’t happen.”

“I’m not here for that. Jason says you’ve had enough so I’m here to escort you out,” the security guard said.

Andrew let out another laugh. He couldn’t believe someone this small could think he could stand up to him. He took another step forward invading the guard’s space. “I’m gonna say it again. I don’t feel like bustin your face open tonight.” There was a growl in his voice as he enunciated each syllable.

“So it’s the hard way then?” the security guard asked. His face didn’t falter.

“Guess so,” Andrew placed his hands on the security guard’s chest and pushed. The guard didn’t move. “Huh?” he pushed harder. The guard still didn’t move. “What the…?” He kept trying to move the guy but he wouldn’t budge. It was like pushing a brick wall.

The security guard just smiled. “Love that face when you can’t just push me around.” His hand gripped Andrew’s wrist and pulled him through the bar. “See guys like you think you can walk all over me. But there’s a reason I’m still the security guard.” Andrew was being pulled around like he was nothing. He could barely hear the man speaking but he knew it wasn’t good.

Andrew’s eyes fell back on the arm holding him. ‘He was hairless before… Wasn’t he?’ He wasn’t someone who’d notice something like that but it was going to be the next thing he made fun of the guy for. ‘Couldn’t even grow body hair.’ But hair was sprouting out all over his arms and even his face. What’s more he almost seemed taller. Each step it Andrew had to tilt his head just a little further back to look the guard in the face. Then he looked around and realized the guard wasn’t just getting bigger but he was getting shorter. As they passed through the crowd of people he was barely even shoulder height of most of the guys. They all towered over him.

He thought back to his muscles thinking that if he got shorter they probably just got bigger. 230 pounds on someone who’s 5’5” looks way different than someone who’s 6’3”. He looked down at the rest of his body and couldn’t believe what was happening. He could almost see the definition on his muscles leaving them. The weight he’d been building for so long just completely gone. Andrew was pushed into a room and down onto a chair.

“What happened?” Andrew whined. He stared up at the other man almost with tears in his eyes. He had never been this weak in his life. He stares at the tall broad shouldered man in front of him. “What’s going on?” Andrew stared at the hairy barrel chest in front of him. His mouth hung wide open.

“Guys like you are so cute,” the guard moved closer holding Andrew down against the chair. His grin pushed in front of Andrew’s face. “You’re so tough and cocky and once you lose all this muscle you lose that same arrogance.” He stood back up to show off his body. “You’re a lot hairier than I thought you’d be too… You know sometimes a little hair looks better.” The guard’s hand rubbed hairy chest pushing the shirt up to rub some of the hair.

Andrew nodded in agreement. “No,” he scolded himself. “You didn’t say what’s going on…” his voice trailed off as he watched the guard play with his nipples a little more. The guard shows off his body even more completely stripping off the shirt. He struggles a little trying to get it over his head. But gets it off.

“What’s going on?” he repeated the question back at Andrew. His hands go down the sides of his legs showing off the definition hidden underneath the jeans. “I took your muscles,” the guard laughed. “Think they look pretty good on me.” He flexed in front of the mirror in the back of the room. “Not the best but better than most…”

“Mmhhmmm…” Andrew found himself agreeing. He shook his head. “No. That’s not right. What’s going on!” he was trying to get his bearings again. Just his mind started to wander as the guard turned back around. He had a presence that Andrew wasn’t used to. There was so much confidence in each stride that he couldn’t help but watch. One of his hands drifted down between his legs and rubbed the semi hard dick.

“I took your muscles. You can have them back. But do you want it anally or orally?” He stood tall over Andrew with his arms crossed. The stern gaze he gave Andrew just seemed to turn him on even more.

“But I’m not gay…” he muttered. His eyes shot around the room trying not to think of the stud standing in front of him. Or how the light coating of hair made his muscles look even sexier. “I’m not gay,” his voice cracked as he lied again.

“Course you’re not…” the guard mocked. “It’s just the spell has a nasty habit of taking a little more than your muscle.” Each flex almost seemed like he was mocking Andrew. “But if you want this body back you have to choose anal or oral.” Andrew’s eyes met with the bulge pushing at the zipper of the guard’s jeans. He knew exactly how large it was. But wondered what it’d feel like inside of him.

“Anal…” Andrew’s mouth hung open not even realizing what it’d just said. His eyes were glazed over thinking about what this man would do to him. His body was turn over in the chair as he lowered his pants down. Andrew firmly grasped his cock in one hand while the other rolled around his hole. In any other circumstance he would have never even considered getting anything close down there. But his body was opening up to the idea.

The security guard chuckled as he pulled himself closer. His pants had already fallen to his feet and he pushed the hard dick against the eager hole. “How’s that feel?” he whispered into Andrew’s ear. A light moan escaped Andrew’s mouth. The guard pushed harder. The pre dripped off his dick coating the hole. He’d pushed some of the head in separating the hole.

Andrew let out a grunt feeling the pressure building up. He breathed heavily as he gripped the chair even tighter. The guard’s hands hold him tightly to the chair. Andrew pushes back a little bit into the dick. It goes up him even more. A burst of air blows out of his nose while he bites his bottom lip. He doesn’t know why it feels so good.

“That’s a good boy,” the guard whispers again. The praise loosens Andrew up a little more. He’s more relaxed as more of the dick is pushed inside of him. “Just a little more…” his deep voice is too much for Andrew to handle. He’s trying to be nice and let the guard finish but it’s too much. He tried hard but the rhythmic pushing of the man holding him down was too much. He felt his body pulse as cum shot out onto the leather underneath him. The several pulses pushed the guard’s dick into him even harder. “That’s alright,” he hasn’t stopped going, “happens to the best of us.”

Andrew feels the guard’s hands grip his wrists tighter. He leans in closer to his body and gives a few more thrusts. The guard started to grunt. His suave confident demeanor turned more primitive. Each thrust was a little harder than the last. He tightened one last time and a blast of cum shot up Andrew’s ass. He braced himself for more.

“Damn…” the guard muttered as he looked back at his shrinking body. Each second he was losing another inch and it was going right back into Andrew’s body. He pulled himself out and watched the muscle add back onto that firm ass right in front of him. “Still looks good on you though…”

It took a second for Andrew to realize what was going on. He looked down at his expanding chest and arms. Blood flowed through his body as the muscle added back to his frame. He made a fist and flexed feeling the strength in his bicep. Looking at his body in the mirror he let out a little laugh. “Didn’t think that’d feel so good…”

“Most guys don’t,” the guard laughs back. The two got dressed. Andrew wasn’t nearly as angry as he’d been before. He wasn’t sure why that was. But his eyes kept wandering over to that small security guard. “Alright. You ready to go?” Andrew nodded and the guard escorted him to the front of the building. Andrew’s eyes caught several of the guys around the bar. But the one’s he was fixated were the ones with facial hair.

“Maybe I would look better if I grew some hair out…”

Don’t Drop the Weight

Adrian was so happy when he found this gym. He’d just moved to a bigger city to get away from everything he knew. They just didn’t get that he was going to make it big as a bodybuilder. Most of his family or the other guys at the gym said he was just dreaming too much and needed to find a more reliable job. But he said he was going to do it. He watched so many videos online of those big guys working out and emulated them as closely as possible. His favorite days were drop days. He’d just have to work out to a point of complete failure and the weights would drop out of his hands.

“Dude…” one of the guys working out next to him glared at him. “Don’t drop the weights. The manager hates it when guys do that. He doesn’t want us damaging the floor.”

Adrian was a bit taken aback by the comment. Just looking at this guy he was huge. Even compared to Adrian he had a really big physique. “Huh? But that’s what all the other guys do.”

“Not in this gym they don’t,” the guy shot back. He was still speaking in a hushed tone like he was trying not to get anyone’s attention. The music was blaring so Adrian couldn’t tell why he’d try to be so quiet. He gave the other guy a skeptical look. “Look, all I’m saying is watch out. The manager is in charge of the gym and he doesn’t like it when we don’t take care of it. He’s not a bad guy. Just don’t get on his bad side.” With that he headed away from the racks to another machine.

“Whatever,” Adrian scoffed, and then went back to his workout. He picked up the heavy dumbbells and started pumping out several bicep curls. He loved seeing his seventeen inch arms swell. Their solid round shape always got him so excited. Girls at the bar would always be all over him asking his size. He’d always say a couple inches bigger but they never said anything. By morning they would be so impressed by him a couple of inches would seem like nothing.

Adrian finished his sixth rep and the weights slipped out of his hands. “Fuck yeah,” he grinned in the mirror. ‘One more than last time…’

“HEY!” a deep voice shouted across the gym at him. It echoed through the people, the weights clanking and even the music playing around him. What’s worse Adrian knew it was directed at him. He paused for a second. A primal fear made his body unable to move. But he wasn’t some fucking pussy. He stood up from the bench and spun around. “Da fuck’s yer problem?” he cursed at the person now standing in front of him.

The man just looked down over his massive chest. He was bigger than Adrian could have ever imagined. At 6’2” Adrian didn’t have to look up to many guys but this guy was absolutely massive. He stared down over his meaty pecs glaring at Adrian. “You’re dropping my weights.”

Adrian could hear the threat behind his words. He stumbled backwards trying to regain his footing. “Yeah? So? I’m just trying to get big.” He was trying to defend what he was doing but this was one of the first times he’d been intimidated by another man. Adrian held his ground trying his best to stay confident. He’d seen other guys do it so why couldn’t he?

“Because you’re going to ruin my floor. I don’t want to buy a new floor so I made it a rule that no one drops weights in here. Got it?”

“So you’re the manager?” Adrian asked.

“I am,” he glared back. The manager crossed his arms over his chest making his already large form that much more intimidating. “Whatever I say here happens here.”

A chill went down Adrian’s spine. He was going to hold his ground though. “I ain’t no pussy. You may be big but I don’t go down easy.”

The manager laughed. “You’d go down the second any guy asked you to.”

“The fuck you say?!” he got closer to the manager poking him in the chest. “You callin me a faggot?”

“Well you aren’t straight. You don’t ever think about girls. Only men.”

Adrian’s finger rested on the chest in front of him. His mind started to wander about the man standing in front of him. He could feel blood flowing down to his dick. It was a little hard. “I ain’t gay!” he shouted. The manager just laughed at him again. Adrian tried pushing the massive gut but he didn’t move.

“You know you’re not as strong as you think you are,” the manager grinned.

“Huh?” Adrian tried pushing him again but it felt like he was trying to move a concrete wall. A powerful, sexy concrete wall. As his dick hardened thinking about the man in front of him he pulled back afraid of the new thought. He was using all his strength and the guy wasn’t moving. The harder he pushed the more he thought about how strong he much be. How powerful each of those muscles were. How tightly he could be held at night.

Adrian stopped pushing and jumped back. “I’m not gay,” he said unprompted. The manager laughed again. It just pissed Adrian off even more. He balled his fist ready to strike.

“You know you’re not as big as you think you are.” In that moment he could feel something around his body change. The shirt he was wearing didn’t quite fit him the same way. His attention turned to the mirror as he looked up and down his body. His muscles dwindled to a size he hadn’t seen since he started high school. Each second he was losing another inch around his arms and his chest wasn’t as thick as it had been. He held onto his pants as they almost fell down over his nearly flat butt. Looking up at the manager he seemed even tall than before. Adrian barely came up to his chest.

“What’s wrong with you!?” he shouted. Out of instinct he threw a punch at the man in front of him. The manager didn’t even bother dodging. It just bounced off his body. “Oww…” Adrian whined. The manager reached behind him and picked him up by the collar. He could feel his feet lift off the ground. His body froze knowing that any movement would have just made his situation worse.

“Hurt didn’t it? Maybe if you spent more time working out instead of watching the other guys work out you could be a little stronger.” The manager carried him over to the front door and tossed him out onto the sidewalk. “Come back tomorrow with a better attitude and maybe I’ll say something different.”

Adrian looked down over his weaker body. He stared at the back of the manager watching him walk away. Part of him was a little horrified at what had just happened but another part was too aroused to be upset. He’d just have to come back tomorrow to find out.

You okay Bud?

“You okay bud?” I woke up with some guy standing over me. I couldn’t quite remember what had just happened. “You went down pretty hard.”

I groaned as I sat up into a better position. My head felt like it was throbbing. Everything around me felt so strange. I was working out like usual but then everything went black. “Yeah…” I groaned trying to get my head straight. “I think I’m alright… I didn’t think I was working out harder than usual…” Rubbing my temples helped but the pain still sat there.

“Let me get you some water,” he said.

“Alright…” the darkness in my eyes was finally going away. Everything was still really bright though. He came back with a bottle in hand. “Thanks man,” I took a long drink and water rolled down the sides of my mouth. “Don’t know what happened. Glad someone was there though. What’s your name by the way?”

He let out a pretty good laugh. “You sure you didn’t hit your head on the way down?” The blank look on my face must have given away my total confusion. I didn’t know anyone his size. He was absolutely massive. If his biceps weren’t 20 inches they had to be pretty damn close. While his shirt clung to his chest despite being sleeveless. “C’mon bud. You serious?” He flipped his hat backwards and put his hand on my head. There was a cocky confidence I just couldn’t place.

“I mean…” my mind was still drawing a blank. I didn’t know anyone his size who went to this gym. Honestly I couldn’t remember seeing him at the gym at all. I looked him in the eyes. There was some a bit of resemblance to someone but he couldn’t quite place it. “No…?”

“Really?” he let out another laugh. His smile broadened. “C’mon bud. You recognize me.” He was getting even more familiar with me patting me on the shoulder. I shook my head. “It’s Patrick. Patrick Schaffer.”

‘Patrick Schaffer…’ I mouthed the name but it didn’t seem right at all. Patrick was some geeky little dork that could barely lift the 10 pound weights in gym class. Plus he was so short… “Gah!” the headache came back. My hand went to my forehead as I tried to think straight. The pain made it nearly impossible. The only Patrick I knew was that little dork but I couldn’t quite remember him that way.

“Drink some more water man,” Patrick tipped the bottle, forcing me to drink. “Just take a moment. I’m sure it’ll all come back to you.” My mind went blank again.

“Yeah…” I groaned feeling the headache disperse. “That’s right… Patrick…” Shaking my head helped me get my thoughts straight. “You played football in high school. You were like the best guy on our team. I don’t know how I could forget you.” Patrick laughed at the complement. There was a sense of pride that I could remember something so trivial. “Yeah cause without you there’s no way we would have ever made it as far as we did.”

“I knew you didn’t forget me,” he grabbed me in a hug, squeezing me tightly. “I mean you came to all my football games. How could you not remember?”

“Of course I came to all the games. I pla…” another headache was coming on. “I pl…” I knew the next word was supposed to be played but each time I thought about it, it didn’t make sense. “I mean I played,” I finally got the word out but it felt so unnatural. It just didn’t seem right as I said them. But I loved football.

He started laughing hard again. “I think you might have hit your head harder than you think.” I stared at him confused again. That’s when he started to suppress his laughter. “Bud, you watched me play. I could see you in the stands every time I was out on the field.”

I tried to fight the new memories. “No… I… I pla…” I wanted to remember being on the field as all the parents cheered for me. However those memories became blurry. They didn’t make sense. I was in the stands. I was watching Patrick plow through the other guys and loved every minute of it. Just seeing his muscles tense and his body shove past the other guy was enough to get me hard. Even back then he was so strong. He was so strong… And now… “No… that’s not…” Another headache hit me. I didn’t want to believe it. “I’m not…” I didn’t want to admit I never played. I was just too small and weak to even consider it. Even the running backs outweighed me by like 60 pounds.

“You’re not what..?” he stared at me slack jawed. It looked like he wanted me to say something. I could have sworn I saw him fighting off a grin but it didn’t make any sense. I didn’t know what he’d be grinning about.

“I’m not weak.” I finally said. There was a bit of determination as I said it but then I caught my reflection. “I’m not weak…” It wasn’t as strong as I could see the difference between mine and Patrick’s body. He was so full and muscular. There was a bit of definition on my body but nothing so intense or strong. My dick went hard thinking about just how strong he was. He was just so much bigger than me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him in the football gear tearing through the opposition like they were nothing. I loved watching his muscles tense as he put strain on them as he could bring them to the ground like it was absolutely nothing.

Patrick laughed. “Course you’re not weak,” he seemed to have trouble saying it. “That’s what I’m training you for. Just pushed you a little too hard today…” He almost seemed embarrassed as he said it. “Sorry bout that…”

However my face shot red. He didn’t have any reason to be embarrassed. “But I want to be like you…” I muttered. A thought of me having those muscles shot through my head. I could almost feel like I could be as big as him. Like at one time I was. But even if I could look half as muscular as him I could get any guy I wanted. It’d be perfect. All I’d have to do is be like him and I could have any guy I wanted.

“Why would you want that?” he looked even more embarrassed. It was a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t want to admit it. “Oh!” he suddenly realized what I’d meant. Serotonin shot through my head relieving whatever headache I’d been having.  “You think that someone would like you more if you looked like me?” I blushed hoping he wouldn’t notice. “Maybe all you have to do is ask…” He leaned in closer to me. I could feel something hard rubbing down against my leg. I blushed even redder thinking about it.

“Would you be…?” I paused not believing the situation was in. Patrick Schaffer was right on top of me. “Would you…” I paused again trying to form the words. He had to be lying. Someone as amazing as him could have anyone. But he was so nice to me. “Would you want to…”

He took his chance and placed his lips on my open mouth. His tongue entered without warning. Next thing I knew I was on my back feeling his heavy body against mine. His power held me down against the bench but I didn’t mind. “I’d love to,” he grinned.

Doing it the Right Way

“Are you sure I’m doing this right?” Matt looked up at Dimitri as he asked it. It just didn’t feel like he was. When he’d first started talking to the former pro he just wanted a few tips on how to go pro.

“Of course you are big guy!” Dimitri gave him a big pat on the back. Matt nearly fell over at the sensation. “You’re doing great!” Dimitri laughed. “Keep it up and in a few years you’ll be as big as me.”

“Are you sure?” Matt asked sheepishly. For some reason something about the situation seemed wrong. Each time he’d step on the scale he would have a thought that he actually weighed less than he had the day before. However as he’d scan through his notebook all of the weights would match up to what he was supposed to be. And it’s not like training with Dimitri was easy.

Dimitri seemed to have started their workouts pretty lightly but now Matt could barely keep up. The former bodybuilder seemed to have taken it easy on Matt at first and then kept making it harder. Dimitri would just laugh at him and tell him he had to try harder. Matt felt like he was trying his hardest but still couldn’t keep up. The condescending pat on the back.

“Hmmm… Let me take a look,” Dimitri said as he sat down on the bench. “I mean you’ve been training pretty hard these last few months. But are you willing to do anything to be in a bodybuilding competition?”

“I am! I am!” Matt stomped his foot. He felt like he’d been dedicated the entire time. Even going over to Dimitri’s to cook chicken and rice, skipping out on dates with his girlfriend and even giving up on her completely to go after his goals. He just figured she didn’t understand him.

“Ok,” Dimitri snickered. To him he knew exactly what was going on. The witch who’d sold him the spell told him he needed to find someone who would agree to using the spell with him. And when Matt had come over and said he’d do anything to win a bodybuilding competition, that was the perfect chance. Because if Dimitri was the one to win, his ‘coach’ would also be considered a winner. So Dimitri chanted the spell in front of Matt and told him to repeat the words. And then he let the magic happen.

His 50 year old body just couldn’t keep up the same way it had when he was younger. He still trained hard but wasn’t able to keep the same intensity. But after the spell it was like he was a whole new man. Each week he could feel himself getting stronger. His lithe, trimmed muscles returned to their large bloated shape. Sleeves bulged under his swollen arms and his shirt pushed out against his chest. He could feel each muscle pulling at his clothes. Even looking around the gym, he’d caught the eyes of so many people again. The wrinkles in his skin had smoothed out, making his body look even bigger. Even his hair started to grow back but he figured he’d stopped at his thirties because that’s when it started to fall out. People would just say he looked tougher without it.

But there were a few catches. Even if he was returning to his prime, Matt was losing his. Each week he’d come back just a little smaller. His dense 230 pound frame lost between 5 and 10 pounds each week and a little less than an inch in height. Matt didn’t even notice at first but then after a few weeks when, he had to look up at Dimitri he started to ask questions. Since he’d agreed to the spell it’d treated his life like he had always been that size but part of Matt’s brain told him it was wrong. More importantly it was the second catch. Dimitri had hated this one a little bit more than the first but still agreed to it.

He’d loved the thought of women praising his body again. It was what he’d missed most about growing older. Each year less and less women paid attention to him. But with the spell that wouldn’t bother him at all. He’d have to give all that up to be with the guy he’d changed. He’d felt little tugs each week, pulling him closer to Matt. He could see that Matt could feel them too. Skipping dates and going on unofficial ones with Dimitri instead. It was perfect. Matt would just give stupid excuses but Dimitri could see through it. But he had to hold back. Once they had sex that would be where he was locked in. But each week it felt harder and harder to deny.

“I think you’re getting bigger,” Dimitri snickered again.

“It’s not funny!” Matt stomped again.

“It’s not? Let me take a look over you,” Dimitri kept his same toying look. Matt blushed. Dimitri’s handsome face seemed to look through Matt. His eyes scanned every part of his body almost like he was completely naked. “Make a flex,” Dimitri commanded.

Matt held up his thin arm and flexed it. Just a few months ago it was almost 20 inches round. Now it wasn’t even as thick as Dimitri’s wrist. Dimitri wrapped his hand around it and gave it a light squeeze. Matt went weak at the sudden feeling. He stiffened back up. “S-s-see?” he tried to act tough.

“I think you’re plenty strong,” Dimitri goaded.

“Not as strong as you!” Matt whined.

Dimitri pulled Matt into a hug so he could feel the hard dick between his legs. His large arms wrapped tightly around the other man’s much smaller body. “It’s alright big guy,” Dimitri’s scruff nuzzled against Matt’s soft neck. “We’ll get you there. Just have to try a few more things first.”

The Car Ride

Dennis hated how he had to sit in the back seat of the truck. His older brother always made sure that he was back there. It didn’t matter if it was his girlfriend riding with them or one of his friends. Dennis always had to sit in the back. Even at 19 Dennis was still incredibly small. His compact and thin frame fit pretty well in the back seat. However he hated everything about it. It always felt like they treated him like a little kid even though he was an adult.

Even before they went to pick up Jerry he was forced back there. “There isn’t a reason for you to sit up front. You’ll be moving back there anyway,” his brother told him. Dennis ignored it and pulled out his phone.

‘Hey dude check this out,’ Dennis’ friend sent him a link. He wasn’t sure what it was but clicked it anyway. A website popped up that looked like it was going to give his phone a virus. Dennis’ phone vibrated again, ‘Just mess around with it. It’s great.’ He downloaded the app and wasn’t sure what to expect. There were bars he could adjust but he didn’t know what they did. At the bottom he found an open text box. ‘[Insert text here]’

Dennis decided to type something. ‘I have dark hair,’ He wasn’t sure why that’s what he typed but he waited a few seconds. His hair started to turn jet black and he smirked at how good it looked. ‘Maybe a little facial hair too.’ In an instant after typing, what would have taken him a month to grow grew in an instant. It wasn’t much but he felt like it was a perfect amount. In his excitement he accidently kicked the back of Jerry’s seat.

“What the fuck man!” Jerry shouted.

“Sorry,” Dennis said. Jerry looked back to see him grinning widely.

“Sure you are,” he rolled his eyes. “Just know why you’re sitting back there.”

For a second Dennis was about to sit silently. Then he remembered the thing he was holding in his hands. ‘Worse comes to worse I type in something stupid on a program no one will see.’ His smile broadened as he typed in, ‘Jerry is smaller than me.’ Dennis couldn’t believe his eyes as the man in front of him changed. His large thick muscles quickly disappearing as the seconds went by. Jerry’s body was nowhere near what it had been. He looked like he’d never even been in a gym; despite them just picking him up from one. Dennis stifled his laugh but he could see Jerry staring at him in the rearview mirror.

“What’s so funny?” Jerry threatened.

“Nothing.” Dennis tried to regain his composure. He knew exactly what he was going to change next, himself. It was something he’d been wanting to change for years. He hated being the scrawny kid who his brother’s friends picked on. First thing he typed in was, ‘I have huge muscles other guys are jealous of.’ Instantly his 5’6” frame started growing wider. It was hard for him to stay comfortable with his arms jammed into the window. His must have weighed over 200 pounds. He adjusted himself and bumped into Jerry’s seat.

“Really dude?” Jerry groaned.

“Sorry,” Dennis smiled. Jerry didn’t say anything. He wasn’t about to make a big deal over nothing. It was just annoying that he seemed to want to push his buttons. Besides, Dennis was so jacked it was hard to think that he wouldn’t bump his seat. He tried ignoring it.

Dennis went back to checking out his new body. There wasn’t much room to move but he knew what he wanted to change next. ‘I’m 6’6.’ He couldn’t help but grin happily as his body grew longer. His line of sight was passing the top of the chair in front of him while his knees grew towards it. He didn’t realize just how squeezed in he was going to be. His legs bumped into the chair in front of him.

“That’s it!” Jerry shouted, “Pull this car over. Your brother is pissing me off!” Peter groaned. He was so annoyed with the situation. Normally Dennis didn’t make a sound why was he being so annoying today?

Jerry jumped out of the car. His 5’6” body was ready for action. He put up his fists and pretended to punch the air. Dennis opened up the car door. He was squeezed into the backseat. ‘Damn…’ Jerry’s confidence drained in an instant. It took a little bit but Dennis was able to get out of the car.

“You got a problem little man?” Dennis’ voice boomed. “Cause we can do this if you want to.” Dennis was a good foot taller than Jerry. Sure Jerry spent a lot of time in the gym but he wasn’t able to make any of the gains that Dennis was. The guy gained muscle like it was magic. And somehow he sat squeezed in the back seat of the truck.

“No sir,” Jerry squeaked. “I don’t have a problem at all,” he paused for a second while Dennis stared down at him. “Sir,” Jerry had no idea why he would even think that he could do anything to Dennis.

“Good.” With that Dennis made his way to the front seat. He pushed it all the way back allowing his tall built body fit more comfortably. “You ready to go? Get in.”

Jerry felt like he should protest. Something about the situation seemed off. He always had the front right? But now Dennis was telling him to take the back.

“Get in.” Dennis commanded. Jerry stopped questioning anything. There was no way he was going to antagonize someone as huge as Dennis. He instantly hopped in the back like it was completely normal.

A Doctor’s Visit

(AI image created by Jammer Link)

“Alright Bradly, what seems to be—” Dr. Anderson felt the words get caught in his throat as he saw the man sitting on the doctor’s table. It was possibly the most muscular person he’d ever seen in his life. Even more surprisingly was how Bradly just decided to get undressed before he’d even entered into the room, though looking around there didn’t seem to be any clothes anywhere.

“Well doc, the problem is right here,” Bradly pointed directly at his dick. “This stuff I’ve been taking said that I’m supposed to get big all over, but this hasn’t been changing at all. I was just wondering if you might know what’s up.”

“Oh… Okay,” Dr. Anderson tried to snap out of his daze. Just looking at this man was like looking at a piece of art. His eyes kept getting lost in the contours of Bradly’s muscles. But even as he stared at the other man’s face, he couldn’t help but get lost there too. So many perfectly sculpted masculine features all worked together to make a handsome man. “Did you—” Dr. Anderson cleared his throat, “Did you bring it in so I can look at it?”

“Of course, doc.” Bradly reached into his jock and pulled out a small container. Whatever that small bulge had been completely disappeared and almost looked flat. “I’ve been usin’ it just like it says. But it’s like my cock just won’t get any bigger.”

“Hmmm…” Dr. Anderson tried his best to focus. He’d always heard about steroids causing issues like this, though this looked more like some kind of protein powder or supplement. “Has your… *Ehem* Penis shrank at all?”

Bradly laughed. “Luckily, no. But with how big I’m getting it just looks so damn small!” He flexes when he used the word big.

“That makes sense…” Dr. Anderson said. “I’ll have to send this down to a lab to get it tested. Until then I’m not sure how much I can help you with.”

Bradly nodded. “Understandable.”

“But until then, I might as well get some vitals. Let’s start with height and weight. I know you wrote down, 5’10” 175 pounds, but I think I might need to double check that.” Dr. Anderson said.

“Sure thing doc!” Bradly stood up. Already Dr. Anderson could tell the discrepancy. There was no way this man was only 5’10”, he had to be at least 6’4”. Dr. Anderson had to tilt his head way back to properly look the other man in the eyes. And the 175 had to almost be a joke. It looked like his right arm weighed that much.

Bradly stepped onto the scale. Dr. Anderson raised the bar to measure his height. Just like he thought, 6’5”. He looked down at the scale: 285 pounds. “Let me just up these stats and then we’ll do a little wellness check. Alright?” Bradly nodded. It wasn’t unlike guys like this who hadn’t been to the doctor since they had to have a check up to play any sports. Dr. Anderson just jotted down some notes.

He took out his stethoscope. “So how long have you been trying this new supplement?”

“Hmm? Oh… Uhhh about a month.”

“A month!?” Dr. Anderson nearly shouted. He tried to cool himself back down. “That’s quite the supplement!” Bradly nodded. It felt like he went a little quieter than usual. Dr. Anderson hadn’t ever heard of anything like this, but Bradly didn’t seem to be lying either. “Any other noticeable changes?” The beat of Bradly’s heart thumped louder. A little bit of sweat started to form around the man’s brow. Dr. Anderson paused the examination. “Is there something wrong?”

“It’s just… Uhh… Guys are starting to treat me differently now.”

“You are built like a cartoon character…” Dr. Anderson joked. More sweat was starting to perspire. A strong smell started to fill the room. For a second it smelt awful, but Dr. Anderson’s nose quickly adjusted to it. The strong smell of a locker room started to fill the small office.

“That’s not really it… It’s different. And then there’s this itch…”

“Where at?” Dr. Anderson asked. Bradly seemed to have gone quiet. “Bradly, if you don’t tell me where the itch is, I can’t help…”

“Okay…” Bradly breathed. “It’s in my ass.”

“In—in your ass?” Dr. Anderson repeated. A strange feeling rushed over the doctor. He couldn’t quite explain it. But it was like he was suddenly turned on. His cock quickly hardened in his pants. “Would you please bend over?”

Bradly froze up. “You know what? This was a bad idea… I should—”

Dr. Anderson quickly blocked the door. “As a doctor, I don’t think I should allow you to do that. This is a safe place and there’s full confidentiality between us.”

“O-okay… But don’t do anything funny. Alright?”

“Bradly, I am a doctor.”

“And my friends were straight…” Bradly mumbled.

Dr. Anderson didn’t quite hear it over the snap of his glove. “Ready?”

“Ready…” Bradly said. He let out a gasp as the doctor’s finger pushed inside him. Feeling the digit move around, Bradly struggled to hold down his moans. The way it wiggled inside him was too much. His hands gripped the table tightly as he fought down his sexual urges.

Meanwhile, Dr. Anderson was starting to have a little bit of fun. His cock throbbed with excitement as he watched the giant of a man squirm under the pressure he was putting him under. He suddenly felt like he had so much control. So much power. He’d long since stopped checking for anything and was just looking for the most sensitive parts inside of Bradly.

“Find—Find anything—suspicious?” Bradly grunted. His eyes went wide when he heard the doctor’s pants fall to the ground. He tried to stand up before the doctor pushed him back onto the table.

“Don’t worry boy, all part of the check up,” Dr. Anderson said. He lined up his cock with Bradly’s ass and pushed inside. The young man let out a bit of a yelp as his grip tightened against table. “How’s that feel boy?”

“G-good…” Bradly moaned. His strong body nearly collapsed onto the table in pleasure. “So gooooood…”

Dr. Anderson let out a chuckle. Each thrust felt better than the last. Watching this massive man succumb to his desires only pushed him to keep going. Bradly moaned loudly. Dr. Anderson’s lust only grew. He didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t stop. His dick craved this hole more than he would have ever imagined.

His body bucked. Dr. Anderson’s hands gripped Bradly’s sides hard, digging his nails into Bradly’s sides. The doctor lost control of his body and finished inside the other man. The sheer force of pleasure nearly knocked him out. Sweat dripped from every inch of his body, coating his dress shirt and pants. It almost seeped through to his white coat.

“Aww… Fuck doc, that wasn’t a good idea…” Bradly said as he regained his composure. He sat on the table. His veins were bulging out of his skin as he sat there. There was almost a pulsing of his muscles.

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Anderson said. “I don’t know what came over me.” He pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. It went one loop further than it had been and almost seemed to sag around his feet more. He shook his shoulders as he couldn’t help but feel like his shirt didn’t quite fit right either.

Bradly shrugged. “It’s alright.” Then pulled out his phone. “I have an opening in two weeks, but next time it’ll cost you $500.”

“W-what?!”

“Hmm? Oh, I know you already feel it. Just look at the way you’re looking at me,” Bradly smirked. Dr. Anderson couldn’t deny that he was ogling the man sitting on his table. His entire vision was focused on the other man’s hard muscles and a deep seeded desire to touch them again. “How about I just put you down and then you decide if you want to come or not.” He handed Dr. Anderson a slip of paper with an address and time.

“Oh, one more thing,” then stepped onto the scale. “6’6” 301 pounds. Better keep my medical documents up to date.” He tapped Dr. Anderson on the shoulder and left with his mysterious powder.

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Applying Myself

‘Dude, what’s Mr. Pewter doing here?’ I sent a bit of a glare his way as I passed him. Mostly because Coach had to practically beg him to give me some kind of extra credit to pass my college algebra class. It’s not like I needed that shit anyways. I was just going to go into health and fitness, not fucking rocket science.

I tried my best to ignore him as I went to the locker that I stored my clothes in. Though, it was a bit harder than it should have been as we were the only two in there at the moment and I could have sworn I saw his eyes drifting over to me. I always had my suspicions on why he really gave me that extra credit, but never directly said anything to him.

Still, I shot him another glare, that only seemed to bring a smile out of him. He seemed more distracted by his phone than me, typing something in it. I rolled my eyes and did my best to stay out of the view of what could have been a camera. Then I could almost hear him mumble something.

A strange flash of light seemed to cover him then disappear. That’s when everything got even weirder. The man was in his late 50’s for sure. But suddenly muscle just started packing onto his body. His scrawny arms instantly started bulging, filling his sleeves. The shirt quickly compressed against his body showing off his broadening shoulders and heavy pecs. He never had much of a gut, but the six powerful bricks forming underneath his ballooning pecs was still rather impressive. Even more so as his traps forced his shirt to rise, showing the bottom row all the better.

“Shoot,” Mr. Pewter wasn’t exactly known for saying bad words. He was currently struggling with the fabric that was pressing down hard against his new muscles. There was nearly no room on his body. What had been a relatively skinny guy had looked like he gained 60 or 70 pounds of muscles in barely an instant. It was the same with his ass as it full out the flexible gym shorts he was wearing. All the way down to thick claves.

I stared blankly as he struggled to get his shirt off. Only accidently ripping it and then tearing it at the collar all the way down to the base. He gave another inoffensive exclamation as he looked at the remains. “Mr.—Mr. Pewter?” I stammered. Somehow, he’d gone from an absolute chump to a bodybuilder in less than a minute. Not to mention all the hard defined muscle seemed to make him look more than 10 years younger.

He spun around, a bit further than he meant to and threw up a flex. “In the flesh,” he smiled. His arms were covered in a thick lattice of veins as though he’d just finished a grueling workout. But that only seemed to give him even more of a pump.

“How’d… How’d you do that?” I stepped forward.

“Oh this?” he went into another flex. “Uhh… Ex student sent me this app thing and I’m still trying to figure it out. Honestly, you weren’t supposed to notice a difference…”

“I wasn’t supposed to notice a dork like you turn into a bodybuilder?” my eyes narrowed as I stared him down.

His smile flickered. “Surprising. I know. But if this thing could change me so much, why wouldn’t it also have that ability too?”

I shrugged at the suggestion. “I don’t know man. Just doesn’t seem real.”

“Want me to try it out?” Mr. Pewter asked.

“Wait. What?” the devious look on his face wasn’t normal. “Like on me?”

“Who else?” he laughed. “I already used it on me. Why not you?”

I eyed him up and down. Jealousy ran through me. He was such a dorky guy and now look at him. Built like an absolute mountain of a man. “Hell yeah!” I cheered. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged his heavy shoulders. “But I’m going to try a bit of a different setting. So, you let me know if you feel any different. Alright?” He typed a few things into his phone as I looked at myself in the mirror, flexing my arms. If they could look half as good as his…

“Done?” I questioned. My eyes glanced over at him then back at my body. Nothing seemed to have changed. I still had my somewhat muscular body. Nothing compared to him, but still better than most. I glanced over again. “Did you change something about yourself?”

“Why don’t you tell me,” Mr. Pewter smiled.

I looked him up and down. “Hmmm…” I stared a bit more intently than I should have, but I knew something was off. Was it his firm pecs? Or did he make his shoulders broader? Honestly, he looked like he might have gained a bit more muscle everywhere. Not to mention how I was looking up at him now. But hadn’t I since his first change? He just looked so big and sexy. I could barely help myself. Blood was rushing through my system and it was taking everything to not touch my hard cock. With a few quick swipes, I hoped that Mr. Pewter wouldn’t notice. “I don’t know…” I finally answered.

“Really?” Mr. Pewter’s smile only broadened. “Unaware… Really does make you unaware then. Alright. How about this? Partially aware and I’ll make another change. Alright?”

“Alright,” I nodded. He continued to type away into his phone. Suddenly I felt something off. It was like Mr. Pewter was suddenly getting a lot bigger. Like I didn’t come up to his shoulders any more. But that didn’t seem right. Because it was everything. The entire locker room felt like that. My eyes caught the mirror again.

I tilted my head. “I’m getting smaller?” I questioned. I could see myself shrinking. The hard earned muscles from years in the gym dwindling away to nearly nothing. My shoulders thinned out and biceps lost any definition they had. Even my hands seemed to have gone down several sizes and any grit they had smoothed out as though they were as soft as women’s hands. I adjusted my square rimmed glasses as the weight continued to fall off of me. I must have lost at least 60 pounds.

Stranger still was the sleeveless shirt I was wearing started to grow sleeves. An emblem from a comic book hero splashed across the front of it. Even though it was a medium it still felt a bit large on me. “I’m smaller?” I squeaked. Then looked at Mr. Pewter. My cock throbbed with excitement as I stared into his firm pecs. I bit into my bottom lip then stared slack jawed. My hands reached for his body but I forced them down. “What’s—”

“Look pretty good, don’t I?” Mr. Pewter bragged as he threw up his arms for another pose. My entire body squirmed as I saw those hard muscles bulge. The biceps were perfectly sculpted. And watching those veins running across his skin.

Suddenly I forgot how to breath. Words refused to come out of my mouth and all I could do was offer a nod in affection. My hands went to my cock, gently squeezing it through my shorts. I couldn’t help myself. It was like my body was acting on its own, squirming at the mere sight of the massive man. But wasn’t I like that? I couldn’t think. Blood seemed to be going to everywhere other than my brain. And it didn’t help that my asshole felt so empty. I just wanted it feel something deep inside me.

“Something wrong big guy?” Mr. Pewter asked.

The depth of his voice sent another shiver down my spine. “I feel funny,” I said, suddenly learning how to speak again.

“Oh? You’re craving my cock inside you?”

I let out a grunt and my body nearly toppled over. Mr. Pewter let out a soft laugh. He must have known that I made a mess in my underwear. I could already see the stain starting to show through my shorts. I looked up at him again to see a cocky smile.

“It’s alright bud. You’re only partially aware of what’s going on, so let me fill you in,” he got down on my level. “All those extra study sessions, all those extra times you stayed after class with me, turned into a fuck session. All I’d have to do is mention something about my cock and you’d cream yourself.”

I felt my dick harden again at the thought. Suddenly I could remember hundreds of times going to his office or staying after class just to be with him. I remembered the first time I saw him on the college campus and searching for his class specifically to take. And I could remember every time he fucked me. A deep moan escaped my mouth as my knees went weak. My hands naturally grabbed the wet spot in my shorts as my cock hardened again.

“Someone remembers,” Mr. Pewter grabbed me tightly from behind and held me close. His strong body easily wrapped around me and held me still. Not that I was complaining as the coarse hair of his beard rubbed gently against my neck. He kissed me gently. Then whispered in my ear. “Ready?”

I nodded.

My shorts were on the floor and I could feel the tip of his cock dripping pre on my asshole. The head pressed against the hole and pressed in. He held me tighter as more of his cock split me open. Porn stars were incredibly jealous of its size and girth. I knew I was lucky as more of it pushed inside. My asshole had basically molded to it. Only increasing the pleasure for the older man. I moaned and groaned at each of the other man’s thrusts, sending all kinds of sensations through my body. But the feeling the those strong hands gripping my sides were the best part. I felt my insides filled with the other man.

“There we go…” Mr. Pewter smiled. His strong body clung to me as he dropped us both gently to the ground. I saw another mess pooling in front of me. A bit of pride at being able to finish twice filled me just as much as Mr. Pewter. “Now then… I guess I’ll be seeing you after class from now on…”

The light chuckle in his voice made me squirm deeper into his grasp. He seemed to know me really really well.

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Just a Prank Bro

“It’s just a prank bro.” Lance had no idea how many times his roommate had said that to him. It was like every time Blake ‘played a prank’ that’s all he would say. It’s not like putting flour in the shower was super annoying and hard to clean off. Or how changing his shampoo and soap to motor oil wasn’t super annoying. Or when he decided to place all of the cups of water throughout his room while Lance was sleeping and then sleep with his buddies. No. None of that was annoying at all.

However, now Lance had a way to get back at him. It was going to put that ‘bro’ in his place. There were a few times he thought that he might be going a bit too far but when he found his entire history book glued shut he knew it had to happen. These weren’t even “pranks” anymore. It was practically vandalism.

It was still going to be about a half hour before Blake got back from his class. Lance planned on putting “the prank” in his pre-workout. All he had to do was make sure he was close enough to actually see it happen. Lance knew he would enjoy watching every minute of it.

Lance patiently waited the half hour and asked if he could join Blake in the gym. “Little guy wants to watch me train?” Blake threw up a double bicep pose. Lance couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The jock was far too into admiring himself to even notice Lance’s contempt.

“Yes. I want to watch you train.” It was so sarcastic and monotone Lance thought he almost ruined his chance.

“Awesome bro!” with a slap on the back the two headed for the gym. Blake quickly downed his pre-workout and went through all the different machines. He was showing everything in the college’s gym off. It was probably close to an hour before Blake made any indication that something was off. Lance could actually feel it too.

The jock looked himself up and down in the mirror in front of him. He could have sworn that something was different. It quickly became obvious as his XL shirt started to drape over his body. The thin straps slid to the sides of his thinning shoulders. His thick muscular arms were losing their hard definition.  He was completely in shock as he turned around realizing he was Lance’s height. Everything on him was so much smaller.

“What did you do?” he threatened.

“It’s just a prank bro,” Lance smirked. Blake was furious as he grabbed Lance by the collar. So many thoughts flew threw his head he didn’t even know where to start. Even if they were the same size Blake knew he could beat up Lance. That wasn’t going to be a problem.

All of a sudden a heat wave filled Lance’s body. Everything about him felt completely different. He didn’t know what was happening. His entire body started to flex as Blake’s grip tightened.

“Wha…” Blake muttered. His head leaned back as Lance grew several inches taller. Blake couldn’t help but think that he was about an inch or two taller than his former 6’1”. He kept staring in awe as Lance’s arms thickened in front of him tearing apart the sleeves of his shirt. The rest of the shirt fell into his hands as the thick pecs and solid stomach pushed out of his body. There were dense strong muscles growing all over him.

Lance couldn’t help but laugh at Blake’s tiny body standing in front of him. Blake’s face instantly went sour knowing that all of that weight was his. To make it worse it looked like Lance weighed even more than the former jock.

“You know I didn’t know this would affect me too,” Lance flexed his arm. He watched Blake squirm uncomfortably in his weaker body. “But I can’t say I don’t like it.”

Swapping Stone

requested by musclegrowthmaker123 

‘Sorry man… I’m busy tonight.’ Ceaser looked down at his phone and sighed. It was another Friday night that John was blowing him off on. He’d been trying to back off a little thinking that something must have been bothering his friend so he decided he wouldn’t push it too hard.

“Oh well,” Ceaser said as he stood up from the riverbed. He’d gotten into colleting rocks recently and spent his days down by the river when his friends were busy. He’s found quite a few stones that looked really nice. They were so smooth to the touch from the river. He always loved finding new ones. But the sun was starting to set and he needed to head home before dark. As he was turning around, a bright glimmer caught his eye. It was a purple light that was bouncing off a stone in the river.

Ceaser took his shoes off again and waded into the water. He reached down and grabbed the purple stone. “Woah,” he smiled at how brightly colored the stone was. He’d never seen anything like it before. Just watching the light reflect off its shiny sides was getting Ceaser excited. “This is so cool!” he exclaimed.

Tossing it in his pocket he rode back to his house. The sun was almost completely gone as he entered the front door. His dad looked up from his chair. “Thought you were going out,” he said gruffly.

“Uhhh… No… Not tonight. Everyone’s busy,” he shuffled around in his pocket holding onto the stone. “I’m probably going to do something tomorrow.”

“You should go out tonight,” his dad repeated. In Ceaser’s nervousness he kept running the stone through his fingers. It helped keep him a little calm but, “You playing with yerself when I’m talking to you?” His dad stood up from the chair. “Da fuck is wrong with you?!” He towered over his 18 year old son. The two didn’t have anything in common. Even their stature was completely different. “Huh?”

“No!” Ceaser whined back. “I… I found this stone.” He pulled it out and it started to shine even brighter. “It’s really smooth and I…”

“This is what you do all day?” His father’s voice raised as Ceaser pulled himself back. “No wonder you’ve only got like three fucking friends.” His father walked around clenching his fists. “Just go around all day and play with fucking rocks. Why don’t you get yourself a girl or somethin?  You know be a real fucking man!” He flexed his body menacingly. It was something he did when he was angry. “Stop playing with these stupid rocks!”

His father reached for the stone but Ceaser pulled it in. He gripped it tightly in his hand while his dad struggled to pull it away. “No…” he fought back. Ceaser used all his strength to hold onto it while his dad tried to pry it out. For a second he was surprised at just how long he’d been able to hold onto it. Ceaser opened his eyes but his mouth dropped with it. “D-d-dad?” he asked. “What’s happening to you?!”

The question snapped his dad out of his anger. “Da fu…” he couldn’t finish the curse as he stared down at his body. The large size he’d gained over years of working outside with his body were dwindling away. His shirt that wrapped tightly around his torso was loose. It drifted to one of his shoulders. “What’s happening to me?!” he bellowed looking down at his own body. Everything around his was growing bigger. He took a step back and his foot fell right out of his shoe. “This is crazy. This is impossible.” The deep callouses on his hands faded away while the hair on his chest and arms retreated. There was barely anything left about him that screamed the big tough guy he was.

“You look like you’re as old as me…” Ceaser uttered.

“S-son…” his dad said. “Look at you…”

Ceaser’s eyes turned toward himself. “What the.!?” His voice was deeper as his exclaimed the confusion. “I’m..” he turned his hands over and back watching those fingers thicken. He could see the hair developing up his arms and covering his body. His shirt was too small as it stretched tightly around his upper body. “This is… Crazy…” he muttered feeling his shoes tighten around his much larger feet. The 8 sized shoes were far too small as one of them burst through the front showing off his toes. He took a step closer to his dad and stared down at him. “This is fuckin crazy…”

His dad took a step back almost of instinct. He wasn’t used to being around someone so much bigger than him. He held onto the waist of his pants trying not to let them fall. “Yeah… I don’t have any idea what’s going on,” he said. “Wait… Why’d I say it like that?”

“I don’t fuckin know dad,” Ceaser cursed. “Da fuck?” He couldn’t help but curse when he was feeling a little confused.

“I guess we’re developing each other speech patterns too…” his dad said. Ceaser goes and sits in what was his dad’s chair. He leans back into it making himself comfortable. “Don’t get too used to that…”

“You gonna stop me?” Ceaser flexes. Seeing his dad’s face drop in fear Ceaser grins and turns back to the TV. He’d never been interested in MMA before but couldn’t turn his eyes away from it. The phone next to him lit up. “Huh?” Ceaser grabbed it.

“Don’t look at that!” his dad shouts running for the phone. But it’s already in Ceaser’s grasp. He tries to wrestle it away but Ceaser pushes him down.

“And why the fuck not?” he stands up asserting his dominance again. His dad doesn’t respond. Ceaser scoffs at the person in front of him. His eyes turn back to the phone as he scrolls through it. It’s his friend John. There’s an entire conversation with Ceaser’s friend John. “Da fuk?” he grits his teeth as he sees large series of messages back and forth with Ceaser’s friend. “What’re you textin my friend fer? What’re meetin him for so much?” Ceaser keeps scrolling through his dad’s phone when he sees John’s nudes. His face blushes as his dick hardens. “You’ve got to be shittin me.”

‘Ceaser gone yet?’

Winner

Matt had been wandering around the mall for hours. He couldn’t find anything that his friend would like. He thought he knew what he wanted to buy but after looking at the price realized he couldn’t quite afford it.

Feeling a bit defeated Matt went and sat in the mall cafeteria. He got himself some food and tried looking around for ideas. “Something cheap that doesn’t look cheap,” he said to himself. “Inexpensive…” Matt realized how rude that probably sounded. He just wished he had more money to spend.

He ignored the thought and was about to leave. “Hey you!” Matt looked around confused. There was a guy pointing at him. “Yeah you. Wanna give it a try?” Matt looked around realizing he was standing next to a carnival game. The one where you hit the hammer down and watch as the different colors light up depending on how strong you are.

“Nah… I think I’ll pass…”

“Pass on an opportunity like this? Just five dollars and you could win a big ole teddy fer yer girlfriend.” He smiled as he twisted the hammer around. “Whaddya say? 3 hits, five dolla.”

“First off boyfriend,” he lied. Matt was wishing that he had a boyfriend. But he wasn’t about to let some carny know that. “Second. I don’t really have money to waste on this kind of thing.”

“Oh boyfriend. Sorry didn’t realize. Guess he gets to tell you what to do. Nothin wrong with being the little spoon,” Matt blushed at the insinuation.

“I’m not the little spoon.” He tried to sound confident even if he didn’t mind it being true. It was just the gall of someone he didn’t know calling him that, that pissed him off.

“Oh sure,” the other man rolled his eyes completely dismissing Matt. “I’m sure you’re a real alpha. Got all the guys wrapped around your little finger.” He leaned forward and squatted down to Matt’s height. Matt could tell he was being mocked again. He’d stopped growing in middle school. A good 5’2” and everyone in the school made sure he knew it. “Don’t worry I’m sure you can get any guy you want.”

Matt red face turned from blush to anger. “Fine. 5 dollars,” he slammed the bill down on the podium. The carny smiled handing him the hammer.

“Three swings! Five dollars!” He made a grand showing of the thing. A few people looked over but went back to what they were doing. “C’mon kid. Show me what you got.” It seemed like there was a bit of evil in that smile.

“Pfft… Sure thing,” Matt had wound himself up. Now he had something to prove. He normally didn’t care when someone challenged his ‘manhood’ but this guy was actually getting to him. The hammer was heavier than he thought it’d be. Matt wasn’t exactly known for his strength. ‘Only proving how he was the little spoon.’ He shook his head trying to get rid of the thought. He swung the hammer down with all his might.

“55 points!” the carny shouted. “Anyone else think they can do better than big spoon over here? He’s a real tough guy with a heart o’ gold.” Matt looked around and saw a few people laugh. “No takers? Alright big spoon, swing number 2.”

Now his anger was justified. This guy was clearly trying to get to him. What made Matt angrier was that now he was clearly trying to get to him. Matt tried puffing out his chest to make himself feel bigger. In high school he’d tried working out more in the gym but it didn’t really give him what he wanted as fast as he wanted it. Besides the other guys would just make fun of his height anyway. He shook his head again. ‘Swing number two,’ he thought as he swung the hammer over his head again. It hit the cushioned plate hard.

“76! 76!” the carny shouted. “Real big man over here got a 76. Maybe this is why everyone thinks these games are rigged. Even someone as big and strong as you can’t get 100.” He leaned into Matt. Making sure he knew every word was meant to tear down his, albeit small, masculine image.

Matt simply glared at his tormentor. ‘Fucking! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ he shouted in his head. Without thinking he prepped himself with the hammer again. He was going to give this shit a lesson he wasn’t about to forget. He was so mad. With this swing he put his entire weight behind it. That light was going to hit the hundred damn it!

“RING RING RING!” The lights and sounds of the machine went off around him. Matt hadn’t even realized he’d swung the hammer. He stood a bit awestruck as the carny came over to congratulate him. “Good job kid. Take this.” He handed Matt the biggest teddy bear he’d ever seen. The thing had to be at least 5 feet tall. Even hugging it against his body its feet drug against the ground. Not to mention that it had a certain amount of weight to it too.

Matt didn’t care. He took it back to his car and shoved it in the passenger seat. He buckled it up just in case. Didn’t want some cop pulling him over for nothing. Getting in his driver seat felt strange though. Naturally he checked his mirrors and they all seemed a bit off. He also felt really close to the wheel. It only took him a second to adjust his seat but he couldn’t help but wonder why it would be off. No one ever drove his car. And no one would ever play a prank as stupid as that on him.

He paused looking over himself in the rear view mirror. “Huh?” he questioned as he saw his jawline firming up. Looking down at the rest of his body he realized why he felt so cramped in the car. His shoulders were pushing out while his chest was pushing forward. He could see the two large rounded muscles stretching his shirt. “What the…” His bigger hand rolled around his body feeling the size added to him.

The dark denim jeans wrapped tightly around his legs. He scooted even further back in his seat as his legs stretched out reaching past the pedals. “Holy..!” he grinned feeling the new found strength in his body. “This is insane!” He looked over at the teddy bear sitting in the passenger seat. His body seemed to mimic it’s. “Buckle up,” he laughed. “It’s about to be a great night.”

Family Photo

“Mom said she really wants a picture,” Alex whined. He had always been a bit of a momma’s boy when it came to pleasing his mom. “She says we haven’t had one in a really long time. Look it won’t take long,” he started moving some furniture out of the way and pushing the couch against the wall. “Please…?”

“Fine…” groaned Tyler. He helped move the coffee table. Even if he didn’t want to do it, he knew that going along with Alex’s plan would just make it go faster.

“You gonna help?” Alex asked me with a bit of sass.

“Ehhh… Looks like you guys have it handled,” I leaned back into the counter. We’d moved out to the city probably three years ago and found a studio. It wasn’t very big but there was enough space for the three of us. Well it was enough for what we could afford. It was a little tough but we were able to make it by. Mom was always a little worried with us though. She didn’t like how little room we all had to share. But with a bit of ‘remodeling’ we could at least pretend it was a lot bigger.

Alex clapped his hands together, “good job! Now we just need a…” He paused as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out. He looked a lot more distracted than I’d ever seen him before.

“Alex?” I asked. I didn’t know what he was looking at. “Alex…” I said again. He started texting something not paying attention to me. I gave a look to Tyler and he just shrugged. “Alex!”

“Huh? Oh! Sorry…” he said. “Got a little distracted.”

“I could tell…”

Tyler shot me a glare but Alex didn’t even seem to notice. “Hey… Could you go get your camera?” he asked. He looked up from his phone and looked around our studio apartment like he didn’t know where he was. Every corner of it seemed completely new to him as he stared our large couch in the center. It was far better than what we used to have.

“Yeah…” I said. “You feeling alright?”

Alex looks back up from his phone confused again. “Huh? Oh. Yeah. I’m fine.” He had a weird smirk as he looked at me. I ignored it and went back to my room. Mine’s at the end of the hall, past the workout room and the master bedroom. I don’t know why I let Alex have it when I’m the oldest. He says that he’s making more money so he deserves it. I don’t fight it because I know he could afford a place this big all by himself. I try not to be too jealous but sometimes it’s hard not to feel it at least just a little.

My camera was seated next to the dresser in its camera bag. It’s a pretty nice one. Far better than any I’d ever had growing up. I grab it and my tripod and take back to the living room. “Pushups again?” I groaned seeing Tyler pumping them out in the living room. With the coffee table and chairs moved out of the way there’s so much more room to workout. “You know we have a special room for that. Right?”

“99. 100,” he jumps up all excited. His big body shakes the floor as he lands. I know the people below us hate’s it when his 250 pound body does that but they don’t seem to complain about it. But I can’t really blame them. 6’2” walking wall of muscle is pretty hard to complain to. “I know… Just trying to make sure mom knows we’re ok.”

“By doing pushups?”

“Yeah man! They work out so much of your upper body. Just look at this pump!” Ty flexes his chest out. The huge pecs push his shirt up revealing the bottom parts of his abs. He can’t help but smile as my eyes go a little wide. It’s just so hard looking at your little brother be so big! He fills that XXL so much that sometimes I can’t help but think it’s going to tear from his body. It’s not too much of a stretch when he’d wear XL and do it just to show off.

“I guess…” I turn to Alex leaning against a barstool smiling widely. The distance stare he’d been giving off before seemed long gone. Now he was too focused on his phone to notice I was back. “So ready for the photo?” I go up and ask him.

“In a sec… In a sec…” he muttered. “What else would I like to change…” his eyes drifted to Ty’s body then his own. A grin crossed his face and he started typing again. I know how hard it is looking at such a big guy. Just knowing how much time Ty had spent in the gym to get that way I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. With how big they were I always felt at least a little pressure to try. But their dedication was far above what I’d ever want to do.

I set up the camera and realized I’d set it too close. With how big those two were I had to get the entire couch. I looked over at Alex’s still texting on his phone. His huge hands could barely hit the buttons right. But that’s one of the problems with being so big. He’d started training so long ago that I was sure he was used to it by now. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“Just a minute,” Alex said back.

“No way. You’re the one who wanted the picture so bad. You’re gonna be in it,” I pressed the button for the timer and grabbed him round the neck pulling him onto the couch. Despite his bigger size I could still throw him around a little bit. Ty sat down and I pulled Alex into the frame. The timer went off and we smiled while Alex was still too focused on his phone. “Really?” I snarked.

“What?”

“Can we go to the gym now?” Ty asked interrupting us. The short time we’d forced him to sit still was obviously getting to him.

“Sure!” Alex said. He wrapped his massive arm Ty and led him out the door. “We’ll be back in a few hours,” he looked back over his shoulder.

I just glared, angry that he made me get this whole thing set up just to up and leave with one lousy photo. But part of me was jealous knowing just how much attention those two would get. I know now how long it would take to get their size but I just wish I’d started at their age. Then I’d really be able to say I was the bigger brother.

Bar Trivia Night

Dillon didn’t know how he got into the bar. Someone had invited him out and he had just said yes. Getting to know people was so hard after moving away to college and now he had to try to fit in. He wasn’t a person who went to bars all that often. Just the thought of being in a drunken stupor made him uncomfortable. But now he was being shuffled onto a stage next to a couple other guys each with a row of shots in front of them. He noticed that some of them were in his calculous classes but each of them looked just as confused as he did.

An announcer interrupted his thoughts almost scaring him. The loud microphone turned on and he felt like the speakers were right next to him. “Alright! It’s time to welcome our new contestants. Right in front of each of you are a series of shots. Unable to answer a question correctly and you’ve gotta take it. Are you all ready?!” The announcer proceeded to move around the stage to a large circle with different categories on it. “That doesn’t matter cause here we go!” The announcer spun the wheel and Dillon and the other guys watched it spin.

‘As long as it’s not sports. As long as it’s not sports,’ Dillon chanted to himself watching the wheel spin.

“SPORTS!” the announcer shouted pulling out a card. “Name a pitcher for the New York Yankees.” The group stared blankly at towards the crowd of people in front of them. None of them knew a thing about sports. He looked over at the other guys knowing full well they didn’t even know the rules of baseball, let alone a player for a specific team. “Anybody? Anyone going to give it a shot? 5 seconds. 4. 3. 2. 1. BZZT!! Alright! Everyone take a shot!”

Dillon found his hand reaching down to pick up the shot glass and bring it to his mouth. Before he knew it his head tipped back and he downed the entire thing. His mind went hazy trying to think straight. That’s not even to mention how after he finished it, his body started to feel really warm. The collared shirt he was wearing started to feel really uncomfortable and tight. He pulled at it trying to loosen up the feeling but it didn’t do much. Looking down at the other guys, they all had pretty much the same problem. He could see them starting to swagger in their seats while trying to pay attention. He knew he was in the same position. That one shot was already messing with his balance and all of his thoughts seemed to be jumbled. For some reason part of him really wanted to go to the gym right now.

“ALRIGHT!” the announcer drew everyone’s attention back to him. “Next up!” he spun the wheel watching it spin around and around. “Science! What’s the symbol for Iron?”

Dillon buzzed in, “IR,” he shouted excitedly.

“BZZT!” the announcer smiled. “Take a shot!” Dillon followed the order and took the next shot in line. This one went down a lot easier. He could still feel the warm buzz traveling around his body. All of his clothes seemed to be even smaller than he remembered. But there was also the heat of embarrassment of getting the question wrong. He knew he should have known the right answer but thought that was just for nerds. He was more interested in pumping iron not talking about it. When contestant number three answered it right he just scoffed and watched the guy next to him take his shot. “Nerd,” he said under his breath.

“NEXT QUESTION!” the announcer shouted in excitement. “Looks like contestant number 1 and 2 only have two shots left. Better get this one right or you’ll be on your last chance!” The wheel was already spinning but was starting to lose a little bit of interest. He was more focused on what he was going to do afterwards. The wheel stopped. “U.S. History! Which war claimed the most of the U.S. soldiers?” in just a second Dillon heard a buzzer. “Contestant number 2!”

“The civil war!” he shouted out nearly falling over onto the table.

‘Lightweight…’ Dillon scoffed but he could feel the effect of the shots too. That’s why he wanted to get up on stage so bad. He’d remembered them telling him that it was some kind of special stuff that would change his world. He took the third shot unprompted by the announcer. ‘Course the military brat would know that.’ He looked up and down the green shirted and camo pants of the man sitting next to him. Just looking over his body he could feel a stir in his own. His thoughts drifted off as he could feel a breeze across his muscular torso. ‘Hot. But not as hot as me…’ he grinned confidently about his own muscular body.

“Looks like one of our contestants is getting pretty excited! Too bad he’s the closest one to loosing. You know you’re supposed to get the questions right. Right?” Dillon was pulled out of his daydream as the announcer mocked him.

“Bro, I’m just here to get drunk!” Dillon shouted out over the roar of laughter from the crowd. He grinned at them all staring up at his amazing bod. He’d been wearing a shirt that was too small for him so he decided to rip it off. Might as well be a fan favorite if he couldn’t answer any of the questions right. Flexing his bicep he could see the crowd grinning. They were all staring at it’s massive size. 

“As long as you know what you’re doing,” the announcer smiled. “Next category! Entertainment! Which movie starred Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone, Jason Statham and Stone cold Steve Austin?”

‘Fuck!’ he groaned. He fucking knew this one. It was on the tip of his tongue but he was too drunk to even think about it. All those guys were like his hero. They were all such badasses. He’d trained so hard to be like them.

“Contestant number 3~~” the announcer called.

“The expendables!”

“Damn it! I knew that one!” shouted Dillon.

“Then you should have answered it,” laughed the announcer. “Go ahead take your last shot.” Dillon did as he was told and downed the last shot. Damn it was strong. He could barely think at all. He couldn’t believe he didn’t know that last one. If only that jackass at the end had been a little slower.

‘Whatever,’ Dillon tried to focus on something else. ‘Least I’m still bigger. Bet he’s fucking jealous of that…’ Dillon watched as they gave him a giant bottle of whatever was supposed to be in the shots. It looked a little different but it had the same label. Second place got something similar just not as big. It didn’t matter he had enough of a prize as it. Just being so big was completely worth it. Plus there were two more shots ripe for the taking. He snuck over and took them while the other two contestants were busy.

“Hopefully everyone had a little bit of fun tonight. I know contestant number 1 did,” the announcer turned around and set down the microphone.

Matt Experiments with the Chronivac: Roommate Temptations

“Dude! Look at you!” Matt exclaimed as he walked in the door.

Henry quickly tried to cover himself up by grabbing a pair of his underwear. He held them over his naked body. “I can explain!” he quickly said. The football frat bro looked embarrassed as he struggled pulling the underwear over his legs. He was always fairly fit with a decent six pack and some good muscle on him. Just a little bit of extra weight from all the parties that he went to covering it up. But right now he looked absolutely jacked. Barely even a couple of percent of body fat and still just as heavy as he had always been. Now his muscles were fully visible.

“Explain?” Matt twisted his head slightly. One of his hands was down in his pocket while, holding onto his phone.

“Yes! Look! It was an accident!”

“Accident?” Matt repeated. A sly smile appeared on his face as he watched Henry pull the gray underwear over his legs. It stretched against the muscles in his legs.

“Look! I don’t know what happened okay?!” Henry stomped his foot. “I was just jerking it to some porn and then I started to grow bigger. So I… Jerked off again. And then I grew even bigger. God damn! It felt so fucking good! I just couldn’t stop… And then I did it again. My clothes kept getting tighter. But it felt so damn good…” a deep moan rolled out of his mouth. His shoulders relaxed and he almost looked like he was about to fall. “So I… Did it again. Before I knew it my shirt was shredded on the ground and then you walked in.”

Matt stifled a giggle. His face seemed to be turning red as he pulled out his phone.

“Don’t take a picture!” Henry quickly covered his lower half with his hands. He tried to shrink down as much as possible as to ruin the photo.

The smile on Matt’s face only broadened. “I’m not taking a picture.” It seemed accurate as his thumbs were working overtime as though they were writing nearly a paragraph of text. “So…” he paused, looking up from his phone. “You were jerking it to pictures of me?”

Henry’s face dropped. “Yeah man… Sorry! It’s just that I couldn’t help it! I just saw a picture of you and… Uhmph!” he grunted out. His whole body seemed to jerk as his body flexed. “Damn it…” he added as he felt his dick harden. The outline of his cock grew far more visible and a bit of a stain dripped at his tip. “How am I so fucking horny..?”

“Is it because you’re around me?” Matt pried.

“Dude! No way! I’m st-straight,” he said. Though his stutter over the word ‘straight’ caught him off guard. “I like having sex with women. Seriously!” Yet, somehow his mind was playing tricks on him. He couldn’t stop staring at his roommate.

Matt stepped forward sending a shudder down Henry’s spine. “Except me?” he pried further. One of his fingers landed on Henry’s firm chest. “Hmmm?” Matt broke the almost all of the distance between them. Their faces were merely inches apart.

“It’s—It’s not like that,” again the stammer. Henry never did anything like this. Especially around someone like Matt. But he couldn’t help it. His mind and body kept sending all kinds of wires were being crossed.

“Really?” Matt eyed Henry closely. He backed off for a second. “Flex for me.”

“Wha—”

“Flex more me,” Matt repeated. “Just trust me…” The smile on his face only grew as Henry raised his arm ever so slowly and flex his bicep. The muscle tightened into a thick ball. “Woah… So big…” Matt uttered. A bit of red filled Henry’s face as his dick hardened even more. The small stain on his underwear started to grow as more and more pre dripped out of him.

Henry quickly pulled down his arm. “What the fuck..?” Confusion hit him as he didn’t understand why he was so turned on. He’d never found another man the least bit attractive. Hell, he’d never even thought about Matt. But today he couldn’t get enough of his roommate.

One of Matt’s hands landed on his chest, gently caressing it. His palms were unbelievably soft. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I know it feels a bit weird the first time, but it’ll feel good. Promise.” That’s when he shoved Henry down onto the bed behind him. Matt was quick to join him. His hands landing back onto Henry’s hard body.

“What’s–!?” Henry’s confused expression was interrupted as his hips thrust into the air. “Fu-uck!” he panted. His heart was beating wilding and he could barely catch his breath as Matt’s soft hands ran down his chest, over his abs and into his underwear. He watched as his dick sprang to life as Matt unwrapped it like a Christmas present.

“So excitable,” Matt mocked. “Hopefully you don’t have a hair trigger…” He lowered his lips down giving the tip a kiss. Henry’s entire body flexed. He gripped his bed for as much support as it could give him. Just feeling those lips against his tip sent him to another realm. But then they spread open engulfing his dick.

Henry let out an unfathomable grunt. Any conscious thought had given away to desire. His body no longer listened to him as he lay there. Every muscle in his body flexed on its own causing him to twist and turn. He barely even noticed as Matt’s hands were holding his firm ass. Slowly they were crawling their way to his anus. Then two of his fingers touched the sensitive spot. Henry’s body bucked. His cock throbbed with excitement as they pushed further in. He clawed at the sheets. But it was too much. There was no stopping it as his body released into Matt’s mouth.

But with each thrust, his body grew more and more. The 190 pound jock’s muscles quickly added more size and definition. Thick corded veins ran down his arms as his biceps bulged with more power. The same was true with his forearms as they nearly doubled in size and his hands as they grew thick and meaty, built especially for lifting heavy weights. Henry’s chest barreled out in front of him as his pecs nearly doubled in size. Hard muscle packed onto what was already there.

That same hard muscle ran up and down his legs as well. The underwear that already seemed to have had a hard time holding onto his legs completely gave up as thick quads filled out even more. The seams couldn’t contain the amount of mass inside them. “Woah…” Henry breathed heavily. He could barely even look over his chest as with each breath, it rose in front of his vision.

It took him a few seconds to reorient himself and prop up onto his arms. He recognized that he was significantly heavier. Probably closer to 215 or maybe even 220. And somehow his skin became far more sensitive than it had been. Even with the light touching that Matt was doing, Henry could feel himself being turned on despite just having the best climax of his life. However, when he finally looked at Matt, he was a bit confused. Matt was looking down at his body as though he was expecting something. “What’s up?”

“I just… I was supposed to change too. When I sucked you off, I was supposed to become your perfect boyfriend…” Matt muttered.

“Dude… You’re already perfect…”

Matt stared at him for a second. Then belted out a laugh. “Gay!” Henry felt his face go a bit red. He’d been trying to be a bit genuine but Matt seemed distracted. He continued laughing but pulled out his phone. “I guess that’s what I typed wasn’t it. Guess I’ll just have to experiment a bit more with this a bit more…”

Not Planning Things Through

“R-right now!?” Hank held up his hand. “Wait! Don’t you—” But he could already feel the growth running through him. The average built college student was rapidly undergoing a transformation. Instantly every part of him started to bulk up. His arms doubled in size. Muscle built upon muscle to give him massive biceps that bodybuilders would dream of. It was the same with his triceps. With the lightest of flexes, a strong horseshoe shape bulged from behind his arm.

Each one of his fingers grew to be able to hold heavier weight. His shoulders grew incredibly broad and round while his chest pushed far out in front of him. Underneath them, his abs formed 6 thick blocks. Each one defined without even flexing.

It was the same with his legs as they bulged with muscle and power. His quads grew to unbelievable proportions while his ass pushed far out behind him. yet, he still maintained a thin waist. Pants would be a problem as each of his legs was far thicker than the average man, and the thinness of his waist would make it hard to find any that would fit him properly.

Hank glared at his friend. “Now what am I supposed to do about clothes?” He quickly grabbed a sheet off his bed to cover him up. Their dorm room was pretty small, but they still had that.

Matt pulled up his phone and started typing. “Done. You never wore clothes before. Now you don’t need them at all.” His smile widened as he watched the sheet fall from Hank’s hands. The cock he’d been covering up was amazing. Thick and long, running halfway down Hank’s thick leg.

“I guess you’re right…” Hank felt the second set of memories taking over. He could remember walking around proudly in the nude in his less than stellar form. Now there was definitely no reason to cover up. His hands naturally started to explore the muscles over his chest. It felt so normal but different. Never had he had such firm and large pecs to run his hands across. Nor had he ever felt the power held tightly in his biceps. Each muscle was firm and strong. Even as he gripped them, they barely moved. Blood pumped faster through his body, filling his hardening cock. What already looked large, only grew as it pointed directly at Matt. “Now those frat guys won’t know what hit them. You think it’ll work?”

“D-dude! Of course it’ll work,” Matt stammer. His free hand was absentmindedly rubbing his own penis as he looked up and down the other man. “I made you so sexy that straight guys wouldn’t be able to say no to you.”

“Oh?” Hank raised an eyebrow.

“Now I just have to do me and we can—”

“No,” Hank said. Matt stopped typing in his phone. A grin appeared on his handsome face. He watched as Matt’s fingers tried to touch his phone’s screen but couldn’t seem to do so.

“Wh-what do you mean no?”

“I don’t think you need to change. Actually, you don’t want to change,” Hank said. He watched as Matt’s eyes shifted back and forth. Clearly trying to deny that he didn’t want to change. They had agreed to change together. To go to the frat party and steal all the girls. But Hank was feeling something different. “Give me your phone.” Hank held out his hand.

Matt struggled as he gave Hank the phone. “But—”

“But what? You wouldn’t want to show up this body, would you?” Hank threw up a flex watching his muscles bulge. Matt’s eyes followed perfectly as his mouth hung slightly agape. His head shook side to side at the inference. “Of course not. I can already see how much you want to feel these hard muscles.” Matt slowly nodded. His hands reached out but paused. “Go on. Don’t keep me waiting,” Hank ordered.

Matt flung himself into Hank’s body. His hands landed on his firm chest, groping it. “Oh gawd…” he moaned. It was deep and sensual. A long breath escaped him as though he’d been holding it for a long time. Matt’s hands continued to rub against the other man’s smooth skin.

“That’s it,” Hank goaded. “You feel more turned on than you ever have.” Matt couldn’t say no to the implication. His body reacted and he could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts. Hank smirked as he watched the desperation to please him from Matt only seemed to grow. Matt’s body started to rub up against him, almost as though to obey the command to the absolute best of his ability. “Alright,” Hank placed his hand on top of Matt’s head. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

Slowly, Matt nodded. “But… I’ve never done it before…”

Hank bellowed out a laugh. “It’s alright buddy,” he said. “I can fix that.” He pulled out Matt’s phone and pulled up the Chronivac. “Just go ahead and get started.” Matt’s hands slid down his firm muscles as he dropped down to his knees. His mouth hung open as he tried to lick at the thick cock pointed at him.

It took a moment but he felt like he was starting to get the hang of it. Matt’s lips kissed the head of Hank’s penis and then opened around it as he slid it inside his mouth. “That’s it,” Hank moaned. The grip of his hand tightened around the back of Matt’s head. “Keep—Going—”

The unexpected compliment, followed by the encouraging touch, sent Matt over. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to please another man. His body couldn’t help itself as it finished faster than Matt had ever before. Yet, he still had a mission. Hank’s firm hand still laid on the back of his head as he suckled on the thick cock inside his mouth. His lips slid back and forth, sending the cock to the back of his throat.

“Soooo gooood…” Hank praised.

Matt felt his body jerk again. His eyes went wide. His fingers clawed at the ground. ‘I finished again?!’ But he knew he had as it started to drip down his own leg. And somehow it felt even better than before. He let out a moan as he continued to suck on the rod inside his mouth. Never in his life did Matt think it would feel this good to please another man, but right now he couldn’t stop. Each moan exuded by Hank set him off just a little more. He could already feel his cock hardening again while Hank’s throbbed inside his mouth.

Each lick set the big muscular man just a little closer to the edge. Hank’s strong hands squeezed tightly as though to hold it off as long as possible. But it was getting to be too much. His body jerked several times, fucking the inside of his roommate’s mouth. Yet, Matt swallowed the massive loads with an untold amount of greed. “That’s a good boy,” Hank praised again.

For a third time, Matt unloaded in his shorts. He couldn’t help it. Each compliment just seemed to set him off. The strong commanding nature of Hank’s voice was far sexier than he even imagined possible. Though, his body fell after the experience. It was too much. His body had never experienced such sexual bliss. And he almost felt like his body was going to force him in a round 4.

“That’s alright,” Hank made sure his friend didn’t hit the dorm room floor too hard. Then picked him up. “You can rest. I’ll go have enough fun with the frat guys for the two of us.” He waved the Chronivac in his hand as he turned the lights off and left their room.

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