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red sees a new bodybuilder at the gym. decides to give him a little preview on what hard work and dedication looks like, red has been messing with people with his abilities, now he knows how to add fat into his growth drain, he would at least in a green guy be the first to touch his new massive body

Troy’s Ex

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Troy hurried to finish the one drink he’d agreed to have with his ex, Barry, after which he planned on cutting off communication for good. He glanced down, unable to face Barry’s intense grey eyes which had been fixated on him, sizing him up, since he’d walked through the door. Barry motioned toward the bartender, snapping him out of his glass-polishing trance.

“We’ll have another round,” Barry said.

Troy shook his head. “Honestly, I really can only have the one.”

“But we’ve barely talked. I want to hear all about your life since we parted ways.”

“I really have to get going before Dylan starts to worry,” Troy said. He focused on the ice cubes clinking around in the bottom of his glass, afraid to see the look on Barry’s face when he mentioned his new boyfriend.

“Ah, yes,” Barry said, leaning in, his voice getting low. “The new boyfriend. I saw him in your Facebook pictures. He’s quite a large man, a weightlifter or something, right?”

“Powerlifter,” Troy said, clearing his throat, “and he owns his own--”

“I told you, when we were together,” Barry said, turning Troy to face him with one finger, “that I loved you, and also that when I love something, it is forever. Is that not true?”

Troy was silent. His stomach was clenched so tightly he had started to shake. Barry was a slight man, much smaller than Troy, but there was a gravity to him that Troy couldn’t ever face. He struggled to find the words to tell Barry what he’d come here to say, but he lacked the courage to speak them.

“When I let you go,” Barry said, yanking the empty glass from Troy’s hand and replacing it with the fresh Tito’s and Cran the bartender had poured, “it was to let you know how empty your life was without me. I know you know it, and this little charade with your big muscleman… You can’t even maintain it. Once a month I get lonely messages from you late at night, knocks on my door followed by sex that I’m sure you’ve never told your big gorilla about…”

“All that’s over,” Troy blurted out. “I came to let you know I couldn’t do it anymore. I want a life with Dylan. It’s nice and normal and… I don’t love you anymore.” Troy tried to still his shivering lip.

Barry leaned back on his barstool and gently stroked his chin, a look of smug certainty on his face. “If you want freedom to go play house with your big muscle toy,” he said, flicking his eyebrows, “you’ll have to buy it from me. There is a hotel around the corner. You spend one hour with me and I will grant you the freedom you claim you want so badly.”

“But… it’s Dylan’s birthday. I have to be home…” Troy’s voice was half the volume he’d wanted, and it cracked a little at the end. He’d never had power in front of Barry, and certainly didn’t now. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t do that anymore.”

Barry exhaled loudly. “This is your final chance; text that oversized child and tell him you’re going to be late, then spend your final evening with me, or… I will have to go to further lengths to prove that you belong to me. You know what I am capable of.”

Troy shivered. During his time with Barry he’d witnessed things he’d never dreamt of, things that made him question everything he’d believed. Why had he agreed to come see Barry again? Why hadn’t he just ended things over the phone?

Troy’s phone vibrated on the bar. Dylan’s name popped up: “Where u at babe?”

Barry clucked his ton. “Time’s up. I’m rescinding the offer. You made your choice.”

Troy waited for the other shoe to drop. “But… what does that mean?”

“It means go home to your little domestic charade. I can’t stand to look at you for the moment.”

Troy hated how this had gone but he jumped on his chance to get out. At the door, he turned to say goodbye, then changed his mind.

“For the moment!” emphasized Barry, who turned his back.

Troy headed out the door. He drove blindly, desperate to put distance between himself and his ex. After he was sure he was safe (although he never felt truly out of Barry’s presence) he sat down and tried to calm his racing heart. He texted Dylan to tell him he’d be right home, throwing three hearts at the end for good measure.

Troy could smell Dylan as soon as he walked in the door. His boyfriend had no doubt just returned from the gym, his body throwing off clouds of sweat and male hormones. He breathed in the delicious musk, thankful to be safely home again. “You home babe?”

“In here,” Dylan growled from their bedroom. “I found your birthday gift. Couldn’t wait to open it. I tried it on.”

At that, Troy hurried to the door and threw it open. Dylan stood proudly in front of their friend, the dense muscles of his torso squeezed sensually by the harness Troy had bought him. Dylan was 6’5” and nearly 300 dense pounds, covered in hair with a huge burly beard Troy loved to grab handfuls of while Dylan fucked him. Just the sight of him there, unshowered, muscles full and wrapped exquisitely in bands of leather, made Troy weak in the knees. His body was bloated from the massive weights he’d just deadlifted, his impossibly wide and rippling back flowing up into traps that swallowed his neck, legs so thick he had to waddle, thick arms bulging as he crossed them across the shelf of his chest over his firm keg-belly.

“Get over here,” Dylan ordered, and Troy was naked three steps later. He leapt at his lover, who easily hoisted him up and latched on for a kiss as Troy wrapped his legs around him, humping emphatically as he kissed with anxious desperation. Dylan turned around and tossed Troy, who had a larger-than-average gym-built body but was barely a wisp next to Dylan’s bulk, down on the bed.

Dylan was on top of him in a moment, pinning him in the bed, flicking his tongue and using his beard to tease and tickle. Troy felt all 300 pounds on top of him, felt surrounded by his lover’s mass, breathed nothing but his smell, and felt lost in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the moment.

He didn’t even hear the bedroom door open.

“Stop right there, my large fellow,” said a voice that tore Troy from his rapture. It couldn’t be, he thought--Barry wouldn’t come to their house, would he? Yanked from his lusty haze, Troy panicked, reassured only slightly by the idea that his gigantic boyfriend was there to keep them both safe.

But Dylan’s gaze was blank and frozen, his face locked from the moment Barry had spoken. He didn’t seem to be breathing; the thumping heartbeat Troy had felt pounding against him moments before had ceased.

“The metaphor’s a little on the nose,” Barry said, “but it seems you’ve gotten yourself trapped by this excessively large human being.”

Troy couldn’t move an inch; Dylan was frozen, and because of that, Troy was pinned to the bed, unable to wriggle at all. He felt claustrophobic, and worse, he had no idea what else Barry had in store for him. He felt even more helpless that he couldn’t even see Barry; all he could see was Dylan’s hauntingly time-stopped face.

“In case you’re wondering, it’s the harness,” Barry said. Troy could hear his footsteps pacing in half-circles around the bed. “Before our little get-together today I made a stop by here to take a look at this life you made. A few runes carved into this sexy little leather number you got for the big lug, plus an anointing with some oils, and now your beloved is completely in my power.”

“Please, Barry,” Troy begged. “Please leave him alone. I’ll do anything, I promise.”

“You’ll do anything anyway,” Barry said. “You’re mine. You always have been. And now I’ve claimed this elephantine lad as well. He certainly is impressive, if you were a big game hunter.” Troy heard the clap of Barry’s hand slapping Dylan’s massive glutes. “So much unnecessary muscle mass. Must cost a fortune to feed him. And all so he can lift heavy things for a living. You can’t love someone like this. He’s nothing more than an over-sized sex-doll to you.”

Troy felt a moment of relief as Dylan’s mass seemed to move again; it was replaced again by fear as he saw Dylan’s live-again face suddenly contort into a look of pure surprise, his mouth in a cartoonish ‘O.’ Dylan’s weight seemed to fade as the sound of expanding rubber filled the air. Warm flesh was replaced by cold plastic, facial features and nipples and hair and the harness all suddenly became painted-on decorations, Dylan’s mouth now a vacant circular crevice. Dylan’s weight was almost entirely gone, but any feeling of freedom was overwhelmed by the sight of his boyfriend turning into an unliving thing.

With one hand Barry grabbed the Dylan-doll by the shoulder and tossed it at the wall. It floated awkwardly, barely making noise as it bounced off the wall and across the floor. “Not quite as intimidating as he was before I got here, is he?” Barry said, his arms crossed. He stood up the inflatable giant; it was still over a foot taller than him. He bopped it in its face with a playful fist, laughing as it flopped away like it was nothing.

Troy lay on the bed, afraid to move. He had no idea how to debate with his ex, how to get him to turn Dylan back into flesh, and he knew the wrong word would only make things worse.

“Look at this!” Barry said, pointing at the large sex toy’s backside. It was still round and ample as it had been as flesh, but now a bit blockier in shape and lined with crinkly seams. In its center was a port identical to the mouth-hole. Barry playfully fingered it, Then his hands wandered over to the cartoonishly shaped phallis on the front, giving it a few wags, then up to the waist where he thumbed the air-nozzle that had sprouted there. “Again with the spot-on metaphors, but your boyfriend really is nothing more than a lot of air. Suppose I let it all out, rolled him up and set him in a closet. He can still see, hear and feel, you know. All of this plastic ‘skin’ is now tremendously sensitive.” He stroked the inflated “cock” a few more times. “Goodness that must be overwhelming.”

“Barry, turn him back,” Troy begged. The bedroom door was still open; for a moment, knowing what Barry was capable of, he considered making a run for it, but there was no way he could leave Dylan to whatever Barry had in mind.

“You have always lacked imagination and whimsy,” Barry said, setting the Dylan doll upright and leaning it against the wall. “All right, let him be flesh again.” The plastic’s odd skin-tone darkened back into Dylan’s tan, his beard and harness emerging from the plastic as the humanesque shape resolidified into the powerlifter’s massive bulk. He breathed again in one desperate gasp and grabbed the wall to hold himself from collapsing. His chest heaved and his eyes looked around in shock.

“Oh my God, thank you,” Troy said. He ran to Dylan, throwing his arms around him.

“Hold him there, big man,” Barry said, and Dylan’s loving embrace suddenly tightened, his hands clasping tight around Troy’s arms.

“The fuck are you doing?” Dylan said. “Babe, I… I can’t move!” Troy was trapped in his lover’s hold.

“Of course you can,” Barry said as he approached them. “But only when I say, as I say.” Something cold and metal clicked around Troy’s neck. “There we are. Now that you’re collared, I don’t have to worry about you trying to run. And just so you know, my large friend, he considered it for a moment there, almost left you there with me too.”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Dylan shouted.

“No, you shut yours!” Barry said. Dylan’s teeth clacked shut, his lips squeezed together. His face contorted but his mouth remained close, muffling him and preventing him to do anything other than groan. It sounded like he was wearing a ball-gag. Troy sobbed into his lover’s huge heaving chest, full of regret.

“Let Troy go,” Barry commanded, and Dylan did so. “Now, Troy, you remember that collar, don’t you? Go sit on the bed like a good boy while I deal with this big beast here.” Troy felt a familiar tingle spread across his chin as his body operated on its own. Before he realized it was sitting on the bed, hands crossed on his lap.

“Now,” Barry said, “big fellow, you can speak only in response to my questions and only in pure honesty. Do you know who I am?”

Dylan’s lips came apart: “You’re Troy’s abusive piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend, you looney motherfucker!” Then his mouth closed again. His eyes scanned the room nervously, the only piece of him able to move. Troy whimpered.

“And do you know how many times your beloved has made love to me since you the two of you have been together?”

“None?” Dylan said. He didn’t sound sure, and Barry’s smile grew slowly.

“Troy, tell Dylan the correct answer,” Barry commanded.

“Seven times,” Troy said. “Babe, I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t do anything…”

“What do you say now, of your precious Troy, hmm? What do you want to do now that you know the truth?” Barry taunted.

“I want… I want to smash your scrawny little ass… and sweep the pieces out the front door…” Dylan said resolutely, sneering when he again lost the ability to speak.

“How loyal. Like a dog, aren’t you?”

Then Dylan barked. He looked surprised that he had done it, seemed to struggle against barking again, but failed. “Roof! Roof-roof-rooooo!” He growled through gritted teeth. Barry snickered.

“That’s exactly what you’ll be to me, big fellow. My pet dog. He’ll be a nice pet, won’t he Troy?”

“No, Barry, you can’t,” Troy protested.

Barry inspected Dylan’s huge frame, tracing a finger idly along Dylan’s huge solid gut, over the bulges in his huge arms, down the cleavage between his meaty pecs, along the length of the six flaccid inches hanging between his legs atop two lemon-sized balls. “You’re right, I certainly can’t keep an animal this size. No, I’ve always preferred my dogs to be lap-sized.”

A gentle slurping sound, like the end of a milkshake, filled the air. Dylan’s big body began to slowly compress, his muscles reversing development as his size began to evaporate from his frame. His eyes went their widest then as the room seemed to grow around him and he was overwhelmed by a mindblowing sensation. All of the hair on his body seemed to retract into little wisps and then nothing, his beard the last to go. Troy kept expecting it to stop, but still Dylan lost size, his harnessing remaining tight to his frame as it dwindled, until he was barely four feet tall, his body a narrow wisp of pale flesh. His huge swinging dick was now a little nub, a little slip of nearly empty scrotum clinging tightly underneath.

“Much better,” Barry said, looking down on the man who’d towered over him before. “Now we can crate train him. Speak, doggie!” Barry burst into giggles at the high-pitched yelps that came from the reduced little man.

Dylan looked terrified, both at the helium nature of his voice and at his own helplessness, now by far the tiniest man in the room (a feeling he’d practically never had in his life).

“I’m guessing,” Barry said, licking his lips, “that you’ve always been on the receiving end of this gargantuan man’s sex, am I correct?” Barry reached up and stroked Dylan behind the head. Dylan leaned into the touch and whimpered, and seemed surprised to be doing so. “And I’m sure nobody has ever been man enough to top this big old beast, am I right?”

Barry merely motioned--that was all it took--and Troy’s body, operating on its own, got to its feet. Meanwhile, Dylan fell forward to all fours, arching his back and looking behind him with wide, worried eyes. Barry snapped his fingers and Troy’s dick was instantly rock hard, and he thrust into what was left of his giant boyfriend without any lube or restraint.

Barry sat back and watched as Troy pounded on the tiny man his boyfriend had become. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t protest, but the worst part of it all was… he loved it. His entire body was rocked by waves of pleasure with each thrust, and from the little Dylan’s wild-eyed glaze and the dollops of drool swinging from his jaw, he was in the same situation.

“You know, watching you right now, I really do see that you were right: you’re not meant to be with me. You’re not my equal. You’re meant for this little lap dog. You’re perfectly matched, and I think you should look the part.”

Troy was only vaguely aware of Barry’s words over his own brain-shattering ecstasy. Sure enough, as Barry commanded, Troy’s body began to reduce too. He never stopped fucking little Dylan as he shrank, his muscles draining away with the same soft slurping sound until he was as short and scrawny as the shrimp he was fucking. Or, that is, trying to fuck: by the end, Troy’s dick had also shrunk to a nearly useless nub, and he rubbed it ineffectively against Dylan’s now-gaping hole, struggling to get the right friction he needed to push him over the edge to his desperately-sought release.

“No, little Troy,” Barry said pulling the two little men apart. Each was now a foot shorter than Barry. Even their combined strength in these tiny forms was nothing to him now. Troy panted, desperate for an orgasm that wasn’t coming. “See, it’s just as I worried. Big Dylan here,” he said, affixing a leash to tiny Dylan’s harness, “walked around convinced of his own power, confused about his role as a powerful top, with you, his bottom, but in reality you’re both a matched pair.” Barry clipped a leash onto Troy’s collar and yanked the two of them toward the door. They followed on all fours. “Two weak little pups is all you are. Now your outsides match your insides, and I assure you, you’ll be happier for it. For as long as I allow you to be, that is.”

Troy looked around at their house as they were led helplessly out the front door. Little Dylan looked back, and licked Troy’s cheek and whimpered. “That’s enough,” Barry said, yanking them apart.

Outside Barry led them to his van in the driveway. He loaded each of the tiny men into a dog crate, clipping them shut. Troy sadly slumped to the floor, listening to Dylan scratch pathetically at the walls of his cage. “Now, Dylan, settle down. If you think this is bad, you have no idea how creative I can get. After we get home and I get you two settled in, you’ll be begging to return to this form.”

Jesse had the guys at the underground club thirsting for his body as he danced from atop the dais, his blue jumpsuit unzipped and stripped to his waist. These kind of gigs paid his bills--Jessi would stride into some bear bar, offer to dance, get paid by the club and walk away with his rent in tips, and if he was lucky, some built-like-a-mac-truck fella to go home with.

Tonight it was a little invite-only place called the Bear Trap. There wasn’t much to see in this crowd--for a bear bar, there was a surprising number of cubs and twinks, no real muscle in the house. That was fine--Jesse was muscle enough for everybody.

 While he was dancing, a little lost in the music (and the feeling that came along with pumping his powerful body while man reach in, desperate to get a feel) he barely heard over the music someone calling for him. He turned around to see a young, smooth blond boy motioning for him to lean down to him. Jesse smirked at the little twink and bent at the waist, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He’d expected some bills--kid like that, getting a kiss from a bull like him was worth at least a twenty. But instead, faster than Jesse could react, he slapped a chain around his neck and locked the padlock on the end.

 “Did this little twenty-year old just lock me?” Jesse thought with a smirk, admiring the way the big padlock looked sitting on his thick hairy pecs. “I think I might be a little too much man for you!” he said. “Thanks for the gift, though.” He had bolt-cutters in his truck, he could take care of it later. A wide smile spread across the blond twink’s face. He snapped his fingers--somehow, over the music, Jesse heard it like a thunderclap. Something about that snap grabbed hold of his senses--he was focused on nothing else but the twink’s fingers.

 The twink motioned toward the door and Jesse hopped off the dais obediently. The crowd grabbed at him, tried to pull him back, but Jesse roughly shoved them aside. He barely thought about what he was doing until he got outside.

“Who… who are you?” he said, still keeping up with the twink’s long strides.

 “Your new owner,” the twink said. His voice was shrill and high--kid seemed like he should be singing soprano in an a capella group, not ordering around a big musclebull.

 “Look, kid, I don’t know what went on in there, but I--”

 The twink snapped. Jesse stopped mid-sentence.

 “No talking. Only barking. Good pups bark. Got it?”

 Jesse tried to form words--they were perfect in his head--but when they got to his mouth, all that came out were barks.

 “You’re driving,” the twink ordered, and Jesse headed toward his truck, actually walking to the passenger side and opening the door to let the twink in. He wondered where they were going--when he tried to ask, all that came out were barks and whimpers--but the twink snapped his fingers again. “We’re going to your hotel room. You’ll be moving me into your permanent residence soon--it’s now my permanent residence, by the way.” Jesse couldn’t argue--could barely voice his dissension through dog-sounds even if he tried, and was too nervous to attempt it anyway.

The hotel was a cheap place, the kind where your room door opened up to the parking lot, so they headed in without having to pass a front desk. Part of Jesse was thankful--he would’ve hated to be seen in this compromised position--but part of him wished there was someone he could try to ask for help from. “Get on the bed,” the twink ordered once the door was closed. “All fours,” he said, and Jesse obeyed. The twink climbed up on the bed and inspected him like he was property, slapping his ass, squeezing his pecs and his thick lats, sniffing and tasting his pits.

 “Take my dick like a champion, got it?” the twink ordered, and Jesse arched his back without thinking--he’d never bottomed in his life, there was no way he’d do it now! But once the twink mounted him it was all he could think about--his rational mind still fought, but another instinct took over, a desire to please his master, to satisfy him with his body as his property. The twink fucked him hard and mercilessly--and as much as he didn’t want to, Jesse loved it.

 After dumping a load into Jesse’s virgin ass, the twink shoved the big musclebear onto his side. “You just got fucked like the bitch you are. It’s time you looked the part.” He reached out and placed a hand on Jesse’s tattoos. “I’ll take those, thank you.” The tattoos suddenly swirled around Jesse’s flesh, traveling along the skin onto the twink, where they settled into brand new patterns.

 “This hair doesn’t suit you either. Little bitch like you better be smooth.” A prickling traveled along Jesse’s skin as his hair visibly receded, leaving behind bare, soft flesh--not even pubes were left behind. He patted the baby-soft skin of the bare face in horror. His muscles had been covered with hair since he was 14--he shivered in the cold air, his body looking somewhat childlike despite its muscle. Meanwhile thick blond hair sprouted over the twink’s body, as well as a thick beard and moustache on the twink’s face. Their size differences aside, the twink now looked like the older man, while something about Jesse seemed adolescent.

 “What use is all that brawn and strength on a little bitch like you?” the twink asked, and Jesse stared as his body deflated, muscles he’d had for years waned and smoothing out until he was as thin as the twink--or at least, as thin as the twink was. In seconds, the twink’s body swole with powerful masculine muscles, he groaned as his voice deepened and flexed and inspected his new body, seeming satisfied with the results.

“Bitch like you looks up to a master like me,” the twink said, and Jesse felt his body compress while the twink--no, his master’s limbs expanded. Jesse started to cower, looking up at the huge, hairy tattooed blonde man crossing his arms in front of him.

 “What use is a big dick like that on a little bitch like you?” Master said, and Jesse watched as the big tool swinging between his legs dwindled to a little nub. The master’s cock slowly snaked down from his groin--and Jesse became entranced by it.

“Now all you need is a firm little ass to fuck, little pup, and you’re all ready.” Jesse felt his ass slowly rise into two soft pillows that wobbled sensuously as he moved.

 Jesse shivered as he took his new Master in--masculinity came off him in waves. It was intoxicating. Jesse just wanted to swallow gulps of the Master’s scent, bury his nose in Master’s pits, nuzzle his face between Master’s two big pecs…

 “Now you’re my pup, period. My bitch. I’ll breed you when I want to but other than that, you stay locked and plugged.”

 Suddenly he couldn’t remember his name--he was Pup, or Bitch… Pup-Bitch. Master wasted no time getting his little cock locked up tight and plugging his pup-hole with a tail. Then he pulled a rubber pup-hole over his face. Pup-Bitch felt complete. In the deepest part of his mind, something screamed that this wasn’t right--but then it faded away, and Pup-Bitch wagged his tail.

Master went through the things in the hotel room that were now his--digging cash from the wallet left behind, grabbing the keys to the truck, pulling on the jumpsuit which was a little snug on his big body. Then he snapped his fingers--Pup-Bitch hopped to attention--and headed to the truck. Pup-Bitch rode shotgun, hanging his head out the window the whole way.

Terry Hollands Week--CALL FOR ARTISTS

Anybody remember when I wrote stories about a transformed Richie Incognito every day for a week awhile ago? I’ve chosen a new victim. This big slab of meat, Terry Hollands, is going to be the new subject of a series of transformation stories, in all of which he’s going to end up on the short end of the deal (very literally in some cases). Because I lack any sort of visual artistic skill, I’d love it if anyone could offer any sort of pic (no matter the medium, no matter the transformation) for me to write a story about.

I’m open to just about any scenario in which Terry is changed in a way that puts him lower on the food chain--shrinking, twinkification, muscle drain/theft, inanimate, animal transformation, muscle inflation/immobilization, trait swap, age regression/progression, blueberry transformation... Am I leaving anything out? If any of you talented deviant-minded folks could whip something up, that would be AMAZING. In the meantime I’m going to try to cobble out 7 or more stories where this big fella ends up losing his strongman status. Please please please shoot me a line if you’re interested in collaborating in any way (and if any writers have any ideas to pitch at me, speak up!).

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, Mr... “

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

“Sure, Mr… Swole? Er--Joey, sir…”

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

“Seth,” the little man said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fucking fix it!” Joey yelped.

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

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HARDPUC’S AMAZING STORY: OILED DOWN Good god, I dunno who Hardpuc is but every story I can find of his is top-notch. This tale of a little guy using posing oil to steal the size of a champion bodybuilder is everything I want out of a TF story, and more. Every time I see Phil Heath I like to imagine he was once the skinny guy at the beginning of this story, and he stole the mass of some gorgeous super-heavy we’ve all since forgotten about. Warning: there’s relatively PG-rated vore in here (shrinking, oral), so if that’s not your thing, maybe don’t read this (or don’t read until the end).

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“Don’t Let the Myosites Bite...” There’s a parasite loose--it’s like bed bugs, bud worse. It feeds on muscles and testosterone. Here’s a clip from a recent call to the Myosite helpline: “Oh, good God. Hold on a moment. (Jeannie, we have another bodybuilder on the line! I’m gonna need the “Extreme Cases” binder!) Okay, sir, now be specific with me. When you just gave your height and weight, were you referring to current measurements?”

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NEW PATRONS-ONLY STORY AT MY PATREON “Myosites Part 2: The Treatment Facility”

The myosite outbreak is spreading wildly. This chapter visits a facility trying to figure a way to stop the outbreak and restore the shrunken musclemen to their former statures. If you like big brawny football players getting cut down to size, top-to-bottom transformations, straight-to-gay stories or feminization, you’ll absolutely love this chapter. Here’s a taste:

I personally supervised the rest of Brad’s intake exam. I went through the delousing room with him, even stripping down naked next to him. I would’ve been a little shy if he was his old titanic self, all tanned and lumpy with overgrown muscles and--no doubt--a massive cock swinging between those tree-trunk legs, but as he was I had no fear standing next to him as we got sprayed down and as the vents pumped in the pink, acrid clouds that were harmless to us but lethal to the myosites. Afterwards I got him dressed in some decent new clothes and showed him to his new room. He’d be getting the bottom bunk under Clyde, a former UFC fighter we took in last week who had started accepting this temporary situation for what it was. Clyde had just started strutting around the facility like I’d imagine he did back when he was a tattooed, bearded brick shithouse (and not a fragile little slip of a guy). He’d be a good support system for poor Brad.

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Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

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For Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Short Story: Always read the contract

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

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

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

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

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

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Thanks Dad!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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For Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Brother Betrayed

What did you do? The uncharacteristic fear in his roommate’s voice rocked Matt to his core as he fumbled to catch the football that had just been thrown to him. Paul was always so stoic - nothing phased him. And why would it? As a state-champion linebacker, he was a force to be reckoned with. His tall, broad physique was packed with layer after layer of lean muscle. Protein on legs as Matt used to call him. And here he was, the epitome of collegiate athletics quaking in his boots at the sight of his nerdy little brother standing a few meters away from him, a golden coin on a slender chain dangling from his outstretched hand. The locket was so important to Paul that it was eternally fastened around his neck or locked up in his dorm. The locket that Matt had given to Robert so he could clean it for his big brother’s 21st birthday. 

“Robert, give me the coin,” Paul ordered, trying unsuccessfully to mask the panic in his voice. A dark scowl fell across Robert’s face, the twisted emotion contorting the teen’s cute boyish looks. “Why would I give up my ticket to greatness?” Robert spat. “Robert please, we can talk about this!” Paul pleaded as he became increasingly desperate. “Talk? TALK?” Robert exploded, his face growing red with rage, “You wasted the greatest gift in the fucking world with your queer shit!”. Queer shit? Matt didn’t know Paul was gay. 

Paul remained quiet, his oversized shoulders sunken. “I’m going to take everything you care about” Robert laughed maniacally at his crestfallen brother, “and use it to get all the pussy I want”. Robert grabbed his crotch for extra emphasis. Matt was so taken aback by the uncharacteristically vulgar nature that he stood frozen. Robert was usually so meek and quietly spoken. Even his sexual mannerisms showed a childish amount of immaturity. It was like his mind was being twisted.

“See you on the other side loser,” Robert said as he brought the chain over his head and gingerly placed the necklace around his neck. The moment the golden coin made contact with his sunken chest, it began to glow a hot white. Both Robert and Paul cried out as they doubled over in pain. “Paul!” Matt cried as he ran over to his roommate’s side. Seeing him in pain was heartache for him. “Paul, tell me what’s wrong,” Matt asked as he knelt down to try and help his pained crush. Matt’s attention was drawn away from Paul’s pained expression by a strange movement in Paul’s swollen pecs. The huge mounds of muscle appeared to be spasming violently, the muscle fibres rolling bubbling unnaturally under the skin. “Please, it hurts” Paul cried, clutching his flatmate's arm, his colossal strength almost crushing the smaller jock’s hand. The spasming continued to increase in intensity, until, shockingly, the muscle began to fold in on itself. 

Matt watched on in horror as Paul’s toned chest began to cave in on itself, the plump pecs shrinking by the second. Paul’s eyes filled with tears as the spasming spread from his chest to the rest of his body, the titan’s powerful mass vanishing before Matt’s eyes. Matt sprang into action. “Come on, let’s get help,” Matt said as slid his shoulder under Paul’s armpit and tried to bring him to his feet. He easily lifted his roommate to his feet before pausing. He would have never been able to lift the linebacker’s colossal weight before. That’s when Matt realised that Paul was losing more than just muscle as his tall frame was shrinking in both length and width. He only came up to Matt’s chin now and seemed to be shrinking even more. 

Paul cried out in pain and fell to the ground once again. His frame was truly anemic now. His movie star good looks had faded as his strong jaw and high cheekbones had thinned. His golden tan faded to a sickly white, and his thick beard and hairline began to recede. “The coin” Paul cried out in pain, grasping at the grass in front of him. A deep rumbling laugh echoed throughout the field. "I guess the coin liked me more". Matt’s attention snapped over to where Robert had been kneeling moments before. Matt gasped. 

Gone was the weak feeble nerd that Matt had been expecting. In his place was an absolute titan of a man. Colossal arms gripped at the turf between huge, calloused hands. Oversized traps and shoulders flanked an impossibly wide frame. Robert looked up from the ground slowly. While his features were still recognisably Robert’s, they had filled out and shifted to be much more masculine and handsome. 

Robert pushed himself up from his kneeling position to stand at his new height where he towered over Matt and his emaciated brother. The hulking giant tore away the last tatters of what used to be a t-shirt, revealing the extent of his transformation. His physique was truly a sight to beyond. Where Paul’s physique had been stacked with lean, athletic muscle, Robert's frame bulged with sheer power. Every muscle was thick, and swollen while still being defined and cut. Matt moaned slightly as his cock became painfully hard in his pants.

Robert curled his hands into fists, marveling at the web of thick veins that sprawled across his meaty forearms. “Fuck, you queers have no idea how good this feels,” he said absentmindedly as his eyes followed the pencil-thick veins that trailed up his hulking biceps, “Going from a pathetic dweeb to a muscle god”. Robert’s hands wandered to his overstuffed package. He palmed it roughly through his shorts, moaning as pleasure coursed through his body. “Fuck, the amount of hormones coursing through my veins is incredible, I feel like I could fuck for days”. “Just pounding some tight ass pussy for hours on end, fucking her senseless as I impale her with my third leg”. A large damp spot began to form on Roberts's trousers. 

Robert laughed to himself as he realised what happened. “I’d love to say and chat faggots, but I’ve got to go take care of business”. He palmed the thick member that was snaking down one of the legs of his shorts. “If don’t fuck somebodies brains out soon, I might break something” Robert chuckled before his face dropped and turned serious once more, “Or someone”. With that, Robert turned and left the two roommates, his heavy footfalls drowning out Paul’s faint sobs. Matt moaned softly as a huge damp spot formed on his shorts.

Epilogue

Matt was alone in his dorm when he received a message from his coach telling him that he’d managed to find a new linebacker ahead of the season opener. Matt's gazed longingly at an old picture of him and Paul as the two friends posed with last year's state championship trophy. The last two months had been hard on Matt and Paul. Paul had finally been discharged from the hospital, the doctors having tested him for every muscle-wasting disease known to man. Ultimately they gave up and his sudden shrinkage was ruled a freak act of nature. Matt and Paul knew better than to try and convince the authorities of the real cause of Paul's dramatic changes. Paul was then kicked off the football team and had his scholarship revoked as his diminished stature was no longer suitable for the game he loved. The fallen athlete moved into his missing brother's room in the family home as he tried to navigate his new life as a lesser man.

Matt's daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door of his dorm. Matt opened the door and immediately took a step back. “Hey little dude, I’m your new roommate Rob,” a deep and powerful voice rumbled throughout the small dorm. Rob’s frame was so massive it took up the whole door frame as he took in his new roommate’s startled reaction. The tight-fitting black shirt and shorts he was wearing did little to cover his impressive musculature. Rob noticed Matt’s eyes wandering. “You like the kit? It’s the same stuff that little Paul used to wear” Rob bragged, as he bent his elbow forcing the seams of the shirt to stretch to almost breaking point, “Although I think I wear it better, don't you?”. Rob chuckled as he saw the tent forming in Matt’s shorts. That was exactly the reaction he expected out of the little queer. Rob pushed his way into the room and slammed the door behind him as he prepared to take one last thing from his former big brother.

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She Gave Him My Muscles

We met in the gym and my dick was hard the second I saw her. There was something irrestable about her toned body, beautiful face and confidence. With one word we were on the way to her apartment. Her name was Sheila and she told me to take off my shirt and show her my muscles and I obliged. After all, I was proud of being 220 and built like a bodybuilder.

 Muscles had always come naturally to me and I had to do very little to keep my mass. I was a natural mesomorph. Two days a week at the gym and I had the body most guys dream of, thick, ripped and hard.

 There was a big mirror on the wall and I stood in front of it and flexed for her. She ran her hands over my muscles admiring each bodypart. My arms peaked up to 19 inches and she caressed the baseball bicep. She traced my pecs and abs with her fingers and then ran her hands over my ass. Just as I started fondling her and feeling her toned body the doorbell rang.

In walked a tall, scrawney, slacker boy about 20 with spiked up hair. This is Tony, she said. Tony meet Joey. I shook the kids hand. It was like a fish and I squeezed it till he winced in pain. He was a little wimpy prick, interrupting my fun, and I tensed my pecs and biceps just to intimidate him. Hey jerk, he replied. Look at Joey's muscles Tony, nice huh? Joey, show Tony your big muscles. I obliged and put up a double bi. She reached up and felt my bi and I peaked it up even more. Feel that, she said to him. The kid reached up and grabbed it and squeezed it hard. I flexed it and it he couldn't even dent it.

Wouldn't you like to have muscles like that Tony? she said. Yeah, Tony said, and reached up and pinched my nipple squeezing hard and twisting. I was caught by surprize and squealed in pain. See, he's just a pussy, he laughed. I was just about to deck the kid when she stepped between us. Joey wants muscles like yours. Wouldn't he look good about your size, all big and buff? Take off your shirt Joey and let's see your muscles in the mirror. The kid took off his t-shirt and he was pitiful. He was tall, about 6'2", but skinny and scrawney with veins showing on his armsand shoulders. He had a little waist and kind of wide shoulders but no muscle at all. I walked behind him in the mirror. Flex your arms Tony, I said. He put up his biceps and flexed. They were flat with no tone at all. I grabbed his arm and said, I've seen little girls with more muscles! and I squeezed until he hurt. Damn, you brused me, he said. Tony needs some muscle, she said, but look at his little waist and wide shoulders. With some size he'd look great. How much do you weigh Tony? About 150 he said. How about you Joey. Two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle, I said as I popped up my pecs and hit some poses in the morror. I bet at 170 you'd look real nice, let's see. All of a sudden I reeled with dizziness. The room went black and I fell backward like I'd been hit with a hammer. The room swam as I struggled to stand, I felt so weak. I felt like I was being drained of all my strength. I looked up and saw Tony, he was fairly glowing and smiling. When my head cleared I heard the kid say, wow, look at me! He was standing in front of the mirror tensing each bodybpar. His shoulders, chest and arms had filled out and I could see a definite 6 pack of abs. Ooh, you look good, Sheila said, flex for me. He put up his arms and nice little lemon size biceps popped up. Look, muscles! he said. And he flexed his pecs and made them bounce. Sheila ran her hands over the new muscles on little Tony. Wow, you look great with muscles. You're about 170 now. and look at your little waist and broad shoulders. With more size you'd be like a bodybuilder. Let's see you legs, she said, unbuttoning his jeans. Tony stripped to his briefs and flexed his quads. Nice legs, and nice ass, too, Sheila said, feeling his butt. Look at Joey, he's down to 200 now. It was true, I was smaller. I flexed my arms and they were down a couple incles. What did you do to me? I asked. Oh, just took some of your muscle. Some people have the gift of being able to grow muscle almost without effort. You are one of those supermesomorphs. You hardly have to do anything and you look like a bodybuilder. And I have the gift of being able to take muscle from people like you and give it to others. I could tell in the gym that you were one I could take from. Now let's make Tony a little bigger.

How about 20 more pounds. Bring him up to 190 and you to 180. No, I said, and lunged at her. But it was too late. I fell back, dizzy, reeling, weak. When I looked up again Tony was smiling. Look at me Joey boy, who's the wimp now? Tony, at 190, was impressive. Six feet two, with a 28 inch waist tapering up to broad thick shoulders. Pecs bulging at the slightest move and biceps laced with bulging veins. His abs were a deep cut 8 pack. Tony put up his arms, flexed in the mirror, and a nice peak stood up. Baseball biceps, Sheila said, feeling them both, and hard as a steel. Look at your broad shoulders and powerful chest she said, running her hands over his muscles as he flexed them. Tony said, so this is what real muscle feels like. I feel fuckin huge. And look at little Joey. Show us your muscles now, puny boy, now that I'm 10 pounds bigger. I stood beshide him and put up my arms and saw about 16" biceps. Mine are bigger Tony said and put up an arm beside mine. And look at that peak. He was right, his genetics made his peak stand up like a little mountain. And look at those legs, Sheila said. I watched as Tony flexed his quads and Sheila ran her hands over the powerful muscles.

I had had enough and decided that I had to get out of there. When Sheila turned to feel his legs I made for the door and was out. The next thing I remember I was waking up on the floor. Sheila and Tony were looking down at me. Your not fast enough little boy, Tony said. And as my head cleared I couldn't believe what I saw. Tony was huge. He had to be 230 at least. His shoulders were massive and broad and his pecs were like carved marble. He tapered down to a tiny waist with deep cut abs rippling down to his briefs. His powerful quads flaired down to the knee.

What do you think now little Joey? he said as he flexed his pecs and made them stand up like rock hard slabs of muscle. And who has biceps now, he said, as he flexed his arm up. Must be 20 inches and peaked up like a mountain. Wanna have some fun with all these muscles, he said to Sheila. And I watched as she took off her clothes and started feeling him. He flexed every muscle for her and she felt him and licked him and ran her tits over his muscles. Then he pulled off his briefs, lifted her onto his rock hard dick and held her with massive biceps as he fucked her. The veins in his biceps bulged as he lifted her up and down untill his cock exoploded. Now it's your turn Joey boy, he said. He reached down and lifted me under the arms. I'd say you're about 140. Soft and puny as a little girl. Let's see your biceps. Now! he said, and he shook me in his iron grip. I put up my arms and tiny little bulges stood up, barely like golf balls. Hey, Sheila, look he still has some muscles. I want em, he said. And my head swam again. 

I came to still in his grip. ten more pounds of your muscle, he said. I'm up to 240 and it feels great. Let's see your muscles now and he lifted me off the ground and sunk his fingers into my back and chest until I winced in pain. I put up my arms and there was no muscle, just skin and bones. You're down to 130, think your friends will recognize you? Look at me with 90 pounds of your muscle. And he stood up and started to flex and pose. Awesome, so much muscle. The more I pose the more pumped I get. Look at the sweat running off me making the muscles shine. . You were such a smart-ass prick when I came in here putting those muscles in my face. Now mine are gonna be in your face. Lick em! he commanded, lick the swet off my muscles. Lick me clean. Do it, Sheila said, or I'll take ten more pounds. And Tony flexed each body part as I licked him clean. I cleaned the cut between his massive pecs and he grabbed my head and made me work his nipples. I licked between the cuts in his abs, cuts that could hide a quarter between the bricks of muscle. I licked his powerful legs and worked my way up to his ass. Heavy squats had given me a muscular tight ass and now it was his. Clean it out good, he ordered as he flexed his glutes. And I put my face in and licked as he groaned with pleasure. Now the front he said, my favorite muscle. And I slid his hard cock down my throat. He held my head and worked me as I sucked and worked it till he came. I can't wait to try out these muscles at the club tonight, Tony said. Gimme your shorts, he ordered. I took off my gym shorts and watched Tony put them on over his muscular ass. Then he pulled my tank top on and checked himself out in the mirror. I think I have a better body than you did, he said. Six two, wider shoulders, better abs, and look at the peak on this bicep, he said, as he flexed it up and kissed his own arm. There's a couple chicks I wanna have some fun with and a couple guys I always wanted to fuck. With this body, I can do anything. 

BY Spinpenna

The Power of the Kryptons - Becoming Superman

It sucks being the weak kid. It's my senior year and life as the school nerd was running me down. All the kids picked on me, even the younger kids. PE was my worst nightmare, Coach had us do hard drills and forced everyone to shower naked, the football jocks picked on me and my unathletic friends to no end. I grew tired of it. I grew vengeful, I grew angry. “I'm not going to stand for this anymore,” I said. “I gotta do something about it.”

Superman was on the scene, all the rave, insanely popular, of course; he was rescuing people and aiding law enforcement. I remember as a freshman this senior named Clark did a lot of honorable stuff, he was also popular. But a few weeks ago I made a connection: this man of steel was actually the elusive man I remember from my freshman year, Clark Kent. No one else seemed to put the two together, and I sure wasn't going to tell anyone. When Clark was a senior and I was a freshman, he gained respectable reputation for himself but he didn't talk much and kept to himself. He was good at hiding the alien that he was. But I wasn't fooled. He never helped me, after all. He even looked at me during PE one day my freshman year, I could see him contemplating to rescue me, and he didn't. I got a black eye that day from the bully Bruce, a football lineman. He's still in my PE class today. I never forgave Clark for that. Shortly after that embarrassing incident I discovered something strange about Clark. He was changing in the baseball locker room after practice. I ran into the locker room to avoid the bullies who were trying to pin me down and use me for punching practice. I hid in a locker and saw Clark undressing. On his chest was a subtle, scar-like S. It grew red every few seconds. He didn't want anyone to see it. He was hiding something. Of course I didn't make the connection until I saw the S on the superman hero outfit, a tight fitting one piece of blue and red that proudly showed the hero that he was. Then I knew, it was the same guy. Superman? Clark Kent? He didn't fool me.

A few weeks ago I discovered Clark's secret hideout at his parent's old farm in Smallville. He used it when he wasn't traveling to his fortress, or whatever it is. He didn't think anyone knew about this hideout in Smallville, but I hiked miles through the forest to find it. There I discovered everything about his past, about his alien ancestry, about his supernatural powers, about his incredible physique and stamina. I lusted for it. I wanted it, it was the answer to my own pathetic existence. But how could I get his powers?

After my second visit to the barn, I discovered the kryptonite. Apparently it crash landed fragments of Clark's homeworld. Maybe the planet was destroyed, I don't know. But after leaving his hideout I found four chunks of red meteor glowing in the forest, near the path I took to his hideout. I picked up the rocks and stashed them away, running back to Clark's hideout to read about the red meteors he wrote in his journal. This stuff was the key. It was a special kind of kryptonite, it could literally pull and move the alien's power from one body to another. I wanted it. It was going to aid me in moving his power into me. I had been studying the effects of the meteor for a few weeks and was able to use some chemistry equipment from the high school to boil it down into a liquid form. I could use a modified version of the kryptonite, combining it with magnesium, to force Kent into a hypnosis, then I could use the liquid kryptonite on his suit to aid me in pulling his powers. I knew what to do, I only had to get the man of steel under my control.

I sneaked back to his hideout on a Friday night and patiently waited for him to return. Now that he was a reporter or something in Metropolis he didn't come back to his hideout often, but I knew he'd come back tonight because he wasn't on the news. I fell asleep behind a haystack before waking to a shaking wind coming from a large hole in the barn. The man of steel, in his tight and muscle-defining outfit, flew into his domain and used his powers to barrier it, protecting him and me from the outside world. He had no idea I was there. I smiled.

I watched him write at his desk, focusing on his heroic deeds of the day. He wrote an entry in his journal and read a book for awhile. The muscles on the alien were magnificent. I couldn't look away. His thick head of dark hair waved on his scalp, and his hair prickled over his hands and face. This create was magnificent, and he was going to be mine.

He stood and stretched himself, looking around to see if anyone was looking. Of course he thought he was isolated. Then he did something that surprised me. He started to slip himself out of his suit! “oh this is perfect!” I told myself, as I needed his suit to aid me in transporting his powers into me. Superman took his left and right arm and with some struggle peeled the suit away from his arms before sliding it down his chest. Unhooking his cape and hanging it on a nearby hangar. The man peeled his suit down his chest exposing his large and bulked back and shoulders. He reached his waist and rolled it over his ass. The alien wasn't even wearing any underwear! Just his one piece suit. The man of steel didn't shave his ass or legs, and his dark hair prickled out as he slid it down his body and stepped out of the suit, revealing his naked, power-ridden body. He hung his suit and turned toward me. I hid behind the haystack. His rod was growing. The alien was getting aroused! He took his hands and slid them through his pubic hair staring at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscles, admiring his massive and sculpted physique.

“This is too easy,” I said. I needed the alien in his most vulnerable state, and this was the perfect opportunity. With his back turned to me once again I grabbed a vial of the liquid red kryptonite and pulled off the top. I had to just splash a little on him to weaken him, then I could move forward with my plan.

The man started pumping his massive rod, letting the world around him drift away. I quickly stepped behind him and flung the bottle onto his muscle-rocked back. “ARGH!” he screamed in pain. The liquid quickly sunk into the alien's body and he twisted and turned as his body seized in pain. “What the...who are you?” He said, falling onto the ground, letting go of his dick.

“It doesn't matter,” I replied. “Go to sleep now, superman, I'll see you in a minute.”

It took a lot of effort to pull the man of steel to a barn post in the center of his lair. I tied his chest to the barn post to hold him there, and took a chunk of my reduced magnesium kryptonite and hung it right above his head, just high enough to keep him weak and dreary, while still giving him some consciousness. After a few minutes the man of steel woke up.

“What? Where...who are you?” he said, still in pain from my attack earlier.

“What's it matter? I'm about to become superman.” I said smiling, watching the man of steel lift himself up, only to see himself tethered to the post behind him. “But you can call me Kyle,” That was my name, but I didn't really care at this point.

“You were at my high school, but how did you know about me?” superman asked.

“You fuckin neglected me when I was tormented, superman!” I said. “I knew you were Clark Kent ever since I saw you get naked after your baseball practice. I could see the S inscribed on your chest, you tried so hard to hide it, but you didn't know I was there, hiding in the locker room from the bullies who you neglected to protect me from! Well, it doesn't matter anymore. You let yourself get exposed. You let me find out about it. I discovered your weaknesses and I discovered what this rock can do. And now I'm going to take what you neglected, and I'm going to use it for myself.”

The Kryptonian looked at me quizzically. He had no idea. “You're trying to tell me after years of batting your foes you don't know what this shit can do?” I asked. “This is red kryptonite, it can pull your incredible powers out of your body, and deposit them into me. And I'm going to use it.” I couldn't help but chuckle, these powers were about to be mine. “Don't you get it super FREAK?! This is the end for you! You locked us into your lair and now I'm going to use your powers against you!”

Superman started to put the pieces together. He saw what the red kryptonite could do. He knew what I was going to make of him. “No, no you can't!” He started to beg. “Your planet needs me, I'm their hope for an oncoming siege, I'm here to save you not torment you! Don't do this! You don't understand!” His voice getting continually desperate.

I laughed again. “Oh so the all powerful alien is begging now? I love it. Human's aren't hurt by the kryptonite. So after I gain your powers I will be unstoppable. I will be immune to all attacks. I will take over as the planet's new savior. But only after my tormentors feel the wrath of my powers!”

I could feel my dick hardening at the fantasy. It was going to be awesome. I knew if I got this far I would get his powers. I would become Superman. No stopping me now.

The naked man of steel struggled underneath the glowing red rock. He wanted to escape but he couldn't. I had come this far, I had to finish what I came here to do. I took the suit neatly hanging on the wall and found a bucket. I needed it to move his powers into me. I stuffed the suit into a bucket and dumped two vials of the red, krypton liquid into the bucket. The liquid starting cloning itself as it integrated into the suit, creating a full bucket with the liquid suspending the suit inside of it. The liquid thickened and darkened, mixing the blue of the suit with the red of the liquid.

I sat the bucket in front of the alien and loosened his restraint from his right arm. “In order for this to work, super freak, you gotta get me some of your seed,” I said, pointing to his enormously large but now flaccid dick and balls. “Pump it.”

He knew what I was doing. He knew my plan. “No!” he said with some struggle, the power of the kryptonite above and below him. “I won't succumb.”

I smiled. “Yes you will.”

The body of the naked alien was mesmerizing. He was perfect in every way. I stepped forward and lowered the glowing rock closer to the alien, entrancing him, making it difficult for him to see where he was, what was going on. I looked down at his dick, his balls heaving behind it in panic. I reached out and lifted his dick with my hand. The weight was insane. The girth of it huge, barely able to fit my small hands around it. I gave it a tug. The alien hadn't masturbated in awhile, it didn't take long for it to jump to attention. “Umm...” he said, yelping in pleasure at my stroke. I jerked again and again, the man of steel trying to evade my strokes of pleasure but unable to hold back, the rock beckoning him to continue. “This is your power, superman,” I said, “and it's going to be mine.”

“Please don't,” he begged, his eyes shut, further losing himself in his own pleasure. Lost under the hypnosis of his own erection and the red meteor above him, superman brushed aside my hand and took his dick for himself, jerking it, lost in his own pleasure of his massive cock. His balls pulled into his body as his dick grew further, his body preparing itself to ejaculate his alien seed.

His body was perfect. I could feel the heat of the alien radiating off of him. I touched my chest. As I was to be the one to gain his powers, I needed to add my own seed, too. And I could feel my dick jerking in my shorts, eager to join in on the fun. I threw off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Superman opened his eyes, still lost in his own jerking. But looked me over as my pathetic body revealed itself under my clothes. I got to my boxers before he could see my own small erection underneath my underwear. “What are you doing?” He asked between breaths.

“We need both of our seed in here. For the first time I think I'm not embarrassed to expose my naked body. Because I won't own it for much longer,” I said, peeling down my boxers and getting naked across from the man of steel.

The massive alien was hypnotically massaging his dick, under the influence my newfound rock of power. The thought of gaining his powers were too much for me, I started pumping with the fantasy of becoming this muscular and powerful behemoth. It only took me a minute to explode with excitement, my semen landing in the bucket below me. “OH YEAH!” I whispered as pleasure wracked through my body. “This is mine! You are mine, aren't you super freak?” I asked, more confident than ever before.

Superman was not completely lost in his own hypnosis, “No, NO, NOOOOOO!” he shouted before his dick choked and started spewing his seed. It was massive, loads of cum falling out of his dick and into the bucket I placed below. “Umm, no, ARGH AWW!” he shouted in pleasure as the cum mixed with my own, the krypton liquid, and his suit below. The red liquid ate it up and started sparking streaks of power, red electric bolts moving across the bucket and the suit.

I hoisted the rock back above the alien and let his consciousness come back to him. I walked to the sink and washed off my hands. The naked man let go of his dick, surrendering himself to what was to happen. “Please, don't, do, this,” he said between breaths. “You don't know what you're gaining. The red krypton is evil. It will make you do things that you never imagined before.”

I paused, listening to the alien. “That's exactly what I want,” I said. “I didn't go through this trouble for nothing, I want my new wrath to be heard on the world, I want them to know who I am.”

For the first time in my life I didn't mind being butt naked in front of someone else. This was my time, this was my turn to become that which the world would fear, that which would succumb to my powers. “If I decide to become a hero,” I said, “it will be after I've exhausted my need for vengeance.”

The red liquid had now soaked into the suit. It looked the same as it always had, but it was now ready for it's new bearer. I unfurled it and examined it. It was at least twice my own size, but I didn't care, that wouldn't matter. The man of steel looked up at me with concern, defeat and begging in his eyes. “Please don't,” was all he could say.

I pushed my left leg, then my right, into the suit, curled it up over my dick, which was finally shrinking again, and over my skinny butt. I rolled it over my thin treasure trail and up and over my stomach and chest, slipping my arms into the right and left sleeves. The suit was huge on me, but it felt welcoming, encouraging. I was feeling more and more confident with every move I made, fitting my fingers into the gloves, attaching the back up to my neck and unfurling the cape.

I could feel the suit vibrating over my body. It was feeling me, determining me. Matching itself to me. “Oh wow,” I whispered, the pathetic alien looking at me as it tightened against my body. The latex started shrinking as it grabbed hold of my skin and shrunk down to reveal all my pathetic figure.

Then the pain started.

Hot, searing shocks of pain erupted from the suit, it felt like lava was being poured onto me and scraped off. “ARRGH!” I shouted. The suit started lifting my body. Levitating me up 5, 10 feet into the middle of the barn. “What the fuck!” I was able to shout, “god what is this?” the suit was wracking my body, causing it to twist and turn in searing and painful movements, my head felt hot and heavy as waves of energy started to encircle me. My chest started getting particularly hot as the suit's large, red “S” started to glow and spark with red, electric bolts.

The suit forced me to face the naked alien below me as the sparks shot out of the S and onto the alien. Searing him with the same pain I was feeling. “ARGH NOO!” he shouted as it burned off his ropes and pulled the muscular behemoth toward me. “My powers, NO!” he shouted again as the red bolts of electricity pulled the alien, lifting him off the ground and encircling him. As he slowly flew toward me the bolts literally drained him of his muscle and drew them upward in waves of immortal energy toward the suit and into my body. Immediately I went from pain and confusion and pleasure and confidence.

“Oh god,” I said, “Oh yes, YES YEEESSS!” I shouted as I felt the immortal powers of the alien burrowed into me through his suit. “FUCK YEAH!” I shouted again as my chest twisted and turned before spasming pounds of muscle underneath the suit. My pecs grew outward into thick, tight slabs of meat, followed by my abs quickly rumbling and forming a deep 8 pack with a defined and sharp adonis belt, pushing my suit back outward, expanding it against my ever-increasing body. I reached down to feel the washboard, every contour tightening against the suit. My legs blew outward with thick, steel quads stronger than those losers on the football team. My knees knocked and my shins expanded, before pushing outward, stretching my legs as they gained length and muscle. The powers reached upward to my shoulders doubling them in size before extending out toward my biceps and hands, growing them to match the size of the once-powerful alien's stature. I could feel my legs elongating as my shoulders doubled up toward my neck, now thickening. The masculine overdrive of the superhero powered new masculine hairlines across my face and down my chest, building a physique of a powerful alien-god. I looked upward to the former man of steel, a look of fear and pleading on his face as he reached his skinny, disintegrating arm toward me, begging me to stop, quickly losing all of his stature and stamina. He levitated closer and closer to me until we were only a foot apart, “Don't do this!” he begged underneath my power of theft removing everything he knew before. “You can still stop this!” he said, the freak becoming smaller and skinnier and more pathetic than ever before, his hair receding, his muscle mass disappearing, his features fading.

“You're mine, superman! I am now the new Superman! The most powerful being in the world!” I shouted, feeling my ass lock in and push a hard and defined bubble butt outward. As the man of steel dried and withered into nothing but the red electric bolts engulfing him, the last of his body literally pushed itself into me like a ghost, and I felt my immortal seed grow inside my package, my semen realigning itself to the pure power of the Kryptonians, growing with aggression as is pushed hard against my suit, my dick soon following with intense girth and power. The man of steel was gone. I was now Superman.

The red powers engulfed me. “YESSS! YEAAHHHHHHH!” I shouted, “my POWERS!” as I gained the knowledge of the Kryptonians, the immortality, the ability to fly, the ability to morph and transform, I was becoming more than superman. I was becoming a superbeing of all power. “GAARRR!” I shouted as my eyes turned red. Erupting a stream of power onto the roof of the barn, burning the fortress that Superman had set over his lair.

I could feel the powers coursing through me as they zapped into my body. I flew upward at the speed of light and into the upper atmosphere, feeling the burn of powers course through me. “This is who I am!” I shouted, my deep, defined voice rattling through the skies. “I am the power of the Kryptons!”

I could feel Superman's powers coursing through me. I could feel my body relishing in what I had gained. I could feel the knowledge of what I could do, and the innate, begging need for me to exact some evil vengeance. The red of the kryptonite filled me with the vengeance I sought, and I intended to use it. I had been bullied too long, pushed around, ignored by those who deserved me the ultimate respect. Now they were going to get it.

I willed my suit away as I floated in the skies and looked at my bare, immaculate chest. I turned to see my toned bubble ass, exposed with intense muscle, and I flexed my legs and arms to test their sinew and power. Stretching, I pushed my hands down to my dick just as Superman had done earlier and tugged on its power. My body rattled with intense pleasure. “Oh yeah, this is going to be fun,” I said, willing the suit back onto me and flying through the sky. “The football bullies are mine!”

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Gym Bully

Hi everyone! I’m 25 years old. I’m 5’2 tall and 120 lbs. I have always been a little, skinny guy since the elementary school. I often got bullied or felt like a loser because I am a loser. But I decided to change this, so I registered to a gym club in my neighborhood.

In my first day, I decided to start with bench press. I took an empty bar and racked it. Right before I lay down on the bench, somebody pushed me to the side (and made me almost fall) and a few other people put three 45-pound weights to the each side of the empty bar. Those people were all hunks but the guy who pushed me was the biggest of them. He was at least 6’4 tall and pretty big by the width.

“Hey! I was gonna work there!”

“Oh, you little boy. Guys, look how cute he is.” he looked down on me. “Look, you little bastard. My rules works here. I can do whatever I want. Do you have a problem with that?” I was furious but I had nothing to do against him. He was at least four times bigger than me by size.

“You’re gonna pay for this one way or another.” and I stormed off.

While I kept working out, I was checking him at the same time. He was lifting a 315-pound weight on bench. After 15 reps, he racked the bar, got off the bench, took off his shirt and gave his phone to one of the guys around him to take a picture of himself. He gave a pose with 65-pound dumbbells. After the other guy took the picture, he took the phone back and started to think about what was gonna write under it before sharing it on the social media.

“How old is he, any guess?” he showed me while I was pretending to not hear them.

“16, maybe?” another guy answered.

“So, I’m gonna write ‘Can you believe I’m only 16?’ even though I’m 23. So, more people will follow me.” After he used his phone, he put it back to his pocket.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna head off. I have an important meeting today, I gotta stay pumped.” he said and headed to the locker room. I kept working out for another 20 minutes and decided that this was enough for today. I picked my water bottle and headed off to the lockers. When I entered to the lockers, I saw an unexpected scene. The guy who pushed me earlier today was sitting on a bench, rubbing his 13-inch hard cock right in front of the door.

“Oh gosh, what the hell are you doing!” I closed my eyes.

“You came right in time! I needed somebody. Come here you little bitch!” He pulled me from my arm, held my head and forced me to do a blowjob. At first, I thought I was gonna choke because of the whole 13-inch cock entering into my mouth and throat; but I got used to it. I tried to take my head off, but he was too strong.

Then suddenly, I felt a difference. I felt like my clothes were getting tighter. At first, I thought it is because I was forced to do something I didn’t want but then, I heard a ripping sound. When I looked at my right arm, it was bulged with muscles and the sleeve of my top was ripped. Then I heard another ripping sound. This time, it was my chest -or should I say my pecs?- . When I looked at the guy, he was smaller. His torso, arms, traps were all deflated. His abs were almost gone but he didn’t seem he was aware any of this. His eyes were closed, his head was rested to the wall and he was enjoying the sexual pleasure.

With all the ripping sounds coming all off my clothes, I kept going on. I also realized I was much taller than I was. After my underwear ripped off, my 4-inch hard cock came out. I kept going on but this time, while I was enjoying myself at the same time. I was so turned on of the new muscles and height I stole. Right before I sucked all of his muscles and height, he started to moan pretty loud and cum into my mouth. I decided to swallow of it all, just in case I lost the muscles back all. He was cumming hard and a lot, but his dick was getting smaller in my mouth. At the same time, I felt my cock was swelling fast and harder in my hand.

After he was done cumming, I took his new 2-inch cock out of my mouth. When I stood up, I hit my head up to the ceiling. The ceiling was low and I was extremely tall. I was at least 6’11. When I looked at the mirror, I couldn’t see my face but I was seeing all of my big muscles. When I bent down a little to see my face, I saw that I also kind of stole his look, too. My eyes were back at my muscles. I flexed them all to from the top to the bottom. Before I got to my legs, I saw my huge, rock hard, 15-inch dick throbbing.

After I started to rub it with my hand, I saw the little guy was waking up from his orgazm. When he saw me, he screamed in a high pitched tone. His voice was very high like a 10-year-old girls. Then he saw his body and screamed again.

“What happened to me? What did you do to me?” he asked.

“I guess I drained your body.”

“No way I’m giving them away!” he said and started to suck the head of my 15-inch. I was gonna stop him at first, but I thought that if he started to get bigger, I was gonna stop him right there. Until then, I decided to have some fun.

“Sucking just the head is not enough.” I said and pushed all the 15 inches into his throat. He started to gagging and his face turned into red. To not choke him, I let him free and he took my monster out off his mouth. But he started to suck it again, he was decided to get his body back. He was pretty good at sucking. After a whole 20-minute oral sex, I was right at the edge of cumming. I was still not sure about letting him swallow my semen but I wanted to fill him with my cum so much. When I couldn’t keep it anymore, I pushed all the 15 inches in again and started to cum with a big moan. While he was gagging again, his stomach started to fill up. After 2 minutes, I was still cumming and his stomach was like he had swallowed a few oranges. After I stopped cumming, he had no transformation and my monster was still hard, dripping precum like it has never cummed before. When he was about to crying, I took him between my hands.

“Oh, you little boy. Look how cute you are. I’m not done with you, you little bitch.” and I laid him down to the bench. I was rubbing my monster to the ring of his tight, little ass. He was frightened because I was gonna put this monster into him. When I pushed the head into him, he moaned with pain and pleasure.

“Oh, I know you love this and you are gonna get more of this.” I suddenly pushed my huge dick all the way in before he screamed out. I was pulling and pushing hard and fast. After a while, I couldn’t keep it off and started to cum into him while pulling and pushing. After I was done with cumming, his stomach was like a pineapple. Since my 15-inch was not soft still, I kept fucking him and cummed into him 3 more times. His stomach was first like a melon, then a beach ball, and last a huge watermelon. After I was done, I took his clothes from his locker and put on myself. The pants were like tights on me and I wasn’t even able to button up the shirt.

Before I left, I looked at the guy who was exhausted and lying on the bench with a huge stomach and said “Good luck with that stomach. And don’t forget: my rules works here.”

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Gym Bully

Hi everyone! I’m 25 years old. I’m 5’2 tall and 120 lbs. I have always been a little, skinny guy since the elementary school. I often got bu

Late Night at the Gym

It's late and you're working out in a mostly empty gym. The only other people around are the night staff, but it's mostly a skeleton crew. You prefer the quiet, however, as opposed to working out while the gym is crowded and full of jocks and fratboys.

You're not some scared weakling, but you're not a big guy either. You've been working out at this gym for a year already, and you've yet to put on any real muscle or size. You're starting to wonder if maybe you're just destined to be a small twink forever.

You're finishing up your workout when you spot one of the personal trainers, Tyler, walking up to you. The handsome blond towers over you at 6' 4", and his tight muscle tee and gym shorts leave little to the imagination. His muscular 240-pound body is the product of years of hard work, and you've always wanted a body as ripped and sculpted as his.

Tyler grins as he approaches, "Hey, little man. Working hard, tonight?" Despite his intimidating size, the bodybuilder has always been helpful and friendly towards you. Probably because you've fooled around together in the locker room more than once after a late-night workout.

You eye the outline of the obvious semi in the bigger man's gym shorts. "Yeah, but it looks like someone wants a workout of a different kind..."

"Oh yeah? Well, if you're up for it." His biceps bulge as he crosses his arms with a smirk.

You can't help but stare at the huge muscles flexing beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Your cock twitches inside your sweatpants as you imagine burying your face in those massive pecs, worshipping them with your tongue. It doesn't take long before you find yourself sitting in Tyler's lap in the empty locker room, doing just that. Both of you had stripped off your shirts, and the muscular blond sat on the bench with his arms behind his head as you proceeded lick at the exposed muscle before you.

You licked the sweat off the handsome bodybuilder's impressive pecs, swirling your tongue around his nipples. He moans softly into the air as you suckle at his fat buds, running your hands all over him. You press against his chest, feeling how much larger and thicker he is compared to you. How could anyone possibly resist this hulking titan?

A thick, heady musk billows out of the blond's exposed pits. You inhale deeply, drinking in the scent of masculine arousal until it becomes too intense for you to bear. You break away from his torso and kneel between his legs, licking eagerly at the pungent treasure trail leading down to his groin. He lifts himself off the bench as you pull of his shorts. You moan lustily as you bury your nose deep in the dense patch of hair surrounding his shaft. His manly scent is even thicker now, and you run your hand along his impressive length.

Not only was Tyler blessed with good looks and great muscle building genetics, but unlike most bodybuilders he had a great cock too. At 10.5 inches of thick, white manmeat, it was a wonder how the blond was so humble. You wrap your lips tightly around the big tip, sucking it greedily into your mouth. You bob up and down slowly, savoring every inch of his magnificent tool as you give him a blowjob.

"Fuck! Corey, you're gonna make me cum!" The muscular blonde grabs the back of your head and starts fucking your throat. You stare up at the heaving bodybuilder as you deepthroat him. Thankfully, you don't have a gag reflex, and he slides in and out of your tight throat with ease.

You watch in awe, Tyler's impressive physique on full display. From his handsome, chiseled face to his large traps and wide, cannonball shoulders... from his massive pecs to his broad lats and amazing eight pack abs... from his bulging biceps and tree trunk thighs... Tyler has everything you've ever wanted.

A strange, burning desire pools in your guts as you worship the bigger man's cock. You want his size, his power, his muscle... more than anything. A stray thought passes through your mind, 'If you want it so badly, why don't you just take it?'

Tyler groans, a strange weakness passing through his body as he continues to enjoy his blowjob. "Mmmh, fuck yeah, little man. I'm about ready to bust my nut."

You gaze hungrily at the huge slab of meat jutting out from Tyler's crotch, your own dick twitching in your pants. You can feel the heat rising in your body, the fire spreading throughout your veins as you imagine the giant manhood inside you. No... not inside you... on your own body, as if you were the one with the huge cock instead...

You start to pant, drool running down your chin as you continue to suckle at the thick, veiny shaft. "Uhhhnnngh, mmmmm," you moan around his throbbing prick. The blond groans as a second wave of weakness passes through him. It feels like something is leaving his body, pooling in his balls as he prepares to cum down your throat.

"Ahhhhh, fuck yeah, little man." Tyler's eyes roll back into his head as he cums in your mouth. He pumps his hips, thrusting his massive cock hard and fast into your face until he can't hold on any longer. With a final grunt, the blond hilted globs of hot, thick semen explode out of his huge, throbbing tool.

You guzzle down his cum, enjoying the way Tyler's thick seed slides down your throat. It feels strangely warmer than usual. You glance upward and stare with shock as you watch the massive bodybuilder start to shrink before your eyes. Tyler, lost in the throes of orgasm, starts losing height and muscle as he continues to cum into your mouth.

An odd warm sensation fills your muscles, and you suddenly realize you're growing! You're getting bigger and stronger by the moment. You look up at Tyler, who continues to lose pound after pound of muscle as he seemingly cums his size and power into your hungry gullet. In mere moments, the blond looks more like a fitness model than a huge bodybuilder. Conversely, your skinny body has bulked up considerably as you slowly gain Tyler's lost height and muscle.

As his orgasm peters out, you pull your lips off his cock, staring down at the once enormous tool that belonged to your idol. His cock is still above average, but far cry from the massive tool it was once. Your dick is still rock solid, and you let out a low moan of lust as you stroke it through your sweatpants. You gasp as you realize how much bigger it feels.

The blond personal trainer collapses onto the bench beside you and passes out with a sigh. You stare at the still impressive man lying on the bench. You realize that you've somehow managed to steal some of his size by drinking his cum. You can hardly believe it. You stare the newly grown muscles on your formerly skinny body. You're not massive by any means, but you look like you've been working out regularly for years.

You sit up and reach out a hand towards Tyler's chest. The muscular man moans softly as your fingers wrap around his pecs, squeezing them roughly. Even your hands are bigger, covering more of the diminished bodybuilder's pecs with ease. A hardness presses against your stomach, and you look down to see Tyler's still hard now 7-incher. Could you steal even more muscle if you sucked his cock again?

Your mind races as you imagine growing even bigger and stronger. You lick your lips hungrily as you imagine the size and power you could gain if you sucked Tyler's cock. The thought of having more muscle, strength, and size than most men is enough to make your cock twitch.

It's too late to stop yourself. You've already started to suck on Tyler's big, fat prick. It's still pretty thick, but it fills your mouth much more easily than before! You gulp down the first few inches of Tyler's manhood, missing the way his meaty pole stretched out your mouth. You can't help but run your tongue all over the length of the rod, savoring its salty flavor as you take the rest of his manhood into your throat and start sucking.

The unconscious blond moans, even in his sleep, as you tease him closer and closer to orgasm. "Mmmhnnn, fuck yeah, little man. That's a good cock sucker." Tyler's voice sounds muffled as he mumbles to himself. He groans and thrusts his hips, fucking your mouth and throat. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum!"

You can't resist the urge any longer. You want his size, his power, his muscle, everything! You need his cum! As his cock swells in your mouth and he cums down your throat, you feel your own body start to grow. It's not just your muscles. Your cock grows as well, stretching out, gaining inch after inch of length and girth.

You can't get enough. You keep on swallowing his cum, filling your belly with the thick load. You pump your growing cock as you drain the personal trainer of his size.

Tyler's thick semen spills into your throat. He thrusts his hips, pumping hot cum into your mouth and down your gullet even as his continues to lose size. His muscles wither away as he shrinks to the size of a young athlete. The once impressive cock still cumming down your throat is down to about 4 inches, and continues to lose size and girth along with his balls.

On the other hand, as more and more cum fills your stomach, your body keeps on growing. Your arms and legs swell with new muscle, and pecs start to jut out from your chest. You groan as your spine stretches upward, giving you more height, and your shoulders broaden. Your lats become so wide they give you a pronounced V-body shape, and your biceps bulge to the point that your forearms are nearly as big around as your upper arm. Your abs also stretch outwards, becoming defined and chiseled, as your glutes, quads, and calves grow.

Soon, Tyler looks less like a young athlete and closer to a young boy as you siphon the last vestiges of size, muscle, and masculinity from the former bodybuilder. Your growth slows as the blond's ejaculation peters off. His dick becomes flaccid, his muscles shriveling up and disappearing as you continue to drink down every drop of cum that remains inside him.

"Ahhhhh... ahhh, fuck," you moan, staring at the now soft 1-inch cock between your lips. You can't believe how much bigger and stronger you've gotten by stealing Tyler's size. You rush to a mirror to check out your new muscles. They're incredible!

You stare in the mirror, admiring yourself. What you see isn't your usual skinny frame anymore. The bodybuilder's musculature has given you a truly massive physique! Not only are your pecs and arms bigger, everything about you is huge! You can't help but let your eyes linger on your cock. It's still rock hard, and seems even bigger than Tyler's original 10.5-inch dick.

Your cock feels like it's made of steel, and the veins and blood vessels seem to be bursting out of your member. You stroke yourself slowly, watching in awe as you jack your monster cock. It's easily twice as long as what you had before. Your balls feel swollen, your testicles huge, and your scrotum hangs heavy on your shaft. You've never felt more powerful or virile.

You freeze as you hear a quiet, high-pitched moan behind you. Turning around, you spot at the emaciated form of your former idol as he lies passed out on the bench. He's a shell of his former self, shivering in the cool air of the locker room.

A gnawing sense of guilt fills your gut. Tyler didn't deserve this. He was always kind, not only to you but to everyone who came to the gym. The blond was always willing to help, to support you, to motivate others and help you get better. He deserved better than this.

You turn back to the mirror to gaze upon your incredible form. You place a hand on the mirror as you trace your impressive muscles with your eyes. It was everything you ever wanted, but you couldn't keep it. You didn't want it, if it meant doing this to Tyler. You had to give him back everything you stole from him.

You grip your thick, veiny cock as you strode over to the bench where Tyler lay unconscious. You press the fat head of your cock between his lips. A strange weakness filled you as something seems to gather in your balls.

"I'm going to make everything right, Tyler. Don't worry." you murmur as you start to cum into the sleeping blond's mouth. Even unconscious, Tyler seems to naturally gulp down all the cum with ease. You watch with relief as his skinny form started to grow, even as you began to lose your own size.

"Fuck yeah, take it all back!" you groan as you continue to cum. You pump your hips, fucking your thick, veined meat into Tyler's open mouth. His tongue laps at your shaft as he swallows your load. Soon, the blond regains more and more of his impressive physique as he grows to the size of a young athlete, then a fitness model. Your cock shrinks along with your body as you empty more and more of your balls inside Tyler's mouth.

Eventually, the handsome personal trainer was once again at his original huge size. Every single inch of height and pound of muscle restored to his massive frame as you shake the last of the cum from your softening cock. Once again, you were nothing more than a scrawny twink. But at least Tyler wouldn't have to suffer.

You dress as the blond continues to slumber on the bench, but when you turn to leave you find yourself pinned to the lockers by a massive wall of muscle. You look up into the smirking face of Phil. The huge man was a pro bodybuilder, and at 6'6" and 270 pounds of muscle, he was even bigger than Tyler! His attitude was pretty shitty though. Unlike Tyler, the hulking bodybuilder was mean, aggressive, and totally full of himself.

"Well, lookie here..." he grunted in his deep, bass voice. "A couple of faggots having some fun? How about you service a real man, boy?" He steps back and forces your head down to his crotch where a massive footlong cock pokes out the leg of his gym shorts. You resist at first, but then realize this is a golden opportunity. The man was huge bully. An arrogant waste of space that didn't deserve his size or muscles. Why not take them for yourself?

Reluctantly, you pull down Phil's red gym shorts, revealing his huge 12" horsecock. It was massive! You'd never taken a dick that size down your throat before, but before you could even think about it, the massive bodybuilder forces his incredible schlong into your mouth and down your throat. For the first time in forever, you actually choke on a dick as your throat tries to stretch to accommodate the oversized member.

The huge cock stretches your mouth wide, filling your cheeks as the tip feels like it reaches all the way down to your stomach. You gag as he starts to fuck your mouth with his monster tool, his big balls bouncing off your chin. He grabs your head, forcing you deeper onto the shaft of his cock as you struggle to breathe through the thick, fat cockhead stretching out your esophagus and pressing against your lungs.

You try to pull away from him but he's too strong. He holds you firmly as he thrusts into your mouth into a series of powerful strokes, fucking your face. You can barely breath around the enormous cock buried so far down your gullet. But then... you start to feel a familiar desire swirling inside you.

Meanwhile, Phil pauses for a moment as a surge of weakness pulses through him, but the big man doesn't stop fucking your throat. He ignores the odd feeling of something leaving his body and making its way to his huge balls as he gets closer to shooting his load.

"Mmmhnnn, yeah, take my load, boy!" Phil groans, burying all 12 inches of his fat prick down your throat. You feel a warmth start to fill you and you realize the huge bodybuilder is cumming directly into your stomach! You're overwhelmed with the thick, hot spunk as it fills up your belly.

You hear a groan behind you and realize Tyler is waking up. "W-what the? Phil! What the hell are you doing?! Stop-" The blond tries to intervene, but pauses when he sees Phil slowly start to shrink.

"Oh my god," the blond moans as he watches the biggest man in the gym start to lose size and mass. "What's happening to him?" Tyler asks in shock as the black bodybuilder continues to unload. He glances at you, and his eyes widen when he realizes that not only is Phil shrinking, but you're somehow growing...

Phil's cock shrinks as well. His thick member and balls shrivel as his massive frame starts to wither. The once imposing man is now approaching Tyler's size and continues to shrink further.

'Is... is Corey... stealing Phil's size?!' Tyler though incredulously once he realized where Phil's lost mass was going.

You moan around the shrinking cock in your mouth as you start to grow again. Your arms and legs swell as your chest bulks up with new muscle. Every pound of muscle, every inch of height and cock the black bodybuilder loses is transferred to you. Your clothes grow tight, then with a loud ripping sound you shred your torn clothes as your new muscles burst through them.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck!" Phil cries out as he continues to shrink. His muscles soften as his bones shorten. Soon, the former pro bodybuilder starts to look more like a college freshman as you continue to drain his masculinity. Eventually, Phil is reduced to 5' tall skinny twink as you finish absorbing the last of his testosterone and manhood. He collapses to the floor, unconscious.

"Holy shit, that was intense..." Tyler murmurs, his own cock rock hard and leaking from the sight he just witnessed. He looks at you, a bit stunned as you stand up and up and up. With the height you've stolen from Phil, you're now even taller than the blond personal trainer. He stares with a flushed expression on his face.

You're about to explain when you feel a hand caress your cheek. "Incredible..." Tyler breathes in awe. "You're fucking huge! You're the biggest guy I've ever seen, Corey!" The big man strokes your muscular body, admiring the sheer size and strength that you've gained.

"Yeah, I guess I am." You say softly, looking down at your still naked idol. "Do... do you like it?"

Tyler seems to think for a moment. He smiles and nods his head as he reaches out to grip your massive cock. It's so thick! He can't believe how much bigger and thicker your member has become.

"I'm not sure what to call you anymore," Tyler says, stroking your enormous cock slowly. "You're so big..."

"Well..." you begin, unsure of yourself, "How about... boyfriend? I really, really like you, Tyler." You smile, letting him know that you're serious.

The blond bodybuilder blushes, but he can't help but nod his agreement. He strokes your huge cock, marveling at the length and thickness of it.

"So, um, mind if I try out this monstercock between your legs?" Tyler asks with a nervous laugh.

"Sounds good to me!" you chuckle. You cross your arms, showing off your impressive, massive physique as you step closer to the blond. His eyes go wide as he takes in your immense size, but then his blush returns. You grab him by the shoulders and push him down onto the bench, forcing your cock into the handsome young man's mouth.

"You're so fucking huge!" Tyler moans around your shaft, but he doesn't resist as you start to fuck his throat. The blond boy eagerly swallows every inch of your veiny dick as he moans in pleasure.

"Oh yeah," you groan as you enjoy the tightness of his throat around you cock. Eventually, the blond pulls off and turns to brace himself against the locker as he presents his ass to you. He's a little smaller than you are now, but he's still a big guy in his own right.

"Fuck, you're beautiful, Tyler!" you gasp as you position your cock at the entrance to his asshole. The blond grunts as you slowly push through his sphincter.

"Mmmmmmhnnn! Fuck yes, Corey... Oh god! That's amazing!" the blond moans as he feels your cock stretching his insides. Slowly, you press inch after inch into the bodybuilder's hot hole until you're buried balls deep in the man's ass. "Holy shit! I didn't realize you were so fucking big!" Tyler cries, amazed as you start to pump your cock in and out of his stretched anus.

"I am now," you chuckle as you reach down and squeeze the tight buns of your new lover. You stroke his hair lovingly, loving the way he responds to your touch.

"That's it, baby!" the muscular blonde cries as you thrust harder and faster into his ass. "Faster! Fuck my hole with that big cock!"

You obey the request, pounding his perfect musclebutt hard and fast. Your body is covered in sweat and you pant heavily.

Tyler is enjoying the massive cock stretching his hole when you suddenly pull out. He tries to protest, but the handsome personal trainer yelps as you spin him around and lift the bodybuilder into your arms. He wraps his legs around your waist and his arms encircle your neck as you position your oversized cock at his hole and slide back in.

"Oh fuck!" Tyler groans once he realizes what's happening. "I... I can't believe you're strong enough to pick me up and f-fuck me midair... that's so hot!" He laughs, looking over your shoulder as you slam your hips forward.

You grunt with each impact. You bury your thick meat into the muscular 240-pound bodybuilder, using his own weight to force him to take every inch of your cock.

"OH GOD! FUCK! YESSSS!" Tyler screams as he cums, shooting a huge load all over the two of you. It's impossible to miss the spurts of cum flying everywhere as you continue to plow his tight asshole.

"You're... you're gonna make me cum too!" You pant, as his inner passage rhythmically massages your huge cock. "I'm going to shoot my load, Tyler! I'm so close!"

The blond bodybuilder moans as he watches you explode inside him. He's never felt such pleasure from sex before. It makes him wonder if he could ever be satisfied by another man. He looks down at you only to realize you're shrinking.

"W-wait! Corey! Something's happening!" he protests until he realizes that he's growing alongside your diminishing form.

You grunt as you pour load after load of size and muscle into the handsome blond. "Giving you... ugh... what you deserve, Tyler. You need to be... bigger!" The growing personal trainer holds on tight, still impaled on your now shrinking cock. Eventually, your legs give out and you collapse onto the bench with Tyler in your lap, unable to handle the growing man's increasing weight.

The two of you pant as you finish cumming in Tyler's ass, the muscle transfer ending as well. After a moment, the blond asks, "What... what did you do, Corey?"

"I transferred some of Phil's size and muscle to you," you say, smiling as you feel the last traces of your orgasm subside.

Tyler blinks at you, before he slowly pulls himself off your softening cock. He stares at his body in awe. From what you can tell, the blond is now even bigger than Phil was. You probably gave him 40, maybe 50 pounds of muscle, in addition to a bit of height and cock size.

He turns to inspect himself in the mirror. Each muscle is bulkier and more swole than it's ever been before! The blond's arms are thicker, his shoulders wider, and his legs are massive. He runs his hands over the bulging muscles of his shoulders and chest.

"Holy shit!" Tyler exclaims, looking at the reflection in the mirror. "Is that a ten pack?!" he says as he traces the deep grooves and rows of his abdominal muscles.

"Yeah, I guess so," you chuckle, checking out your new physique yourself. You're now about 6'3" and 220 pounds. Still impressive and more than you've ever hoped for.

"I'm fucking huge!" Tyler chuckles. "But why? Why didn't you just keep all this size for yourself." He turns to look you in the eye.

"Oh..." you say as you start to blush. You rub the back of your head awkwardly as you reply, "Well, I just really like it when you're the bigger guy, Tyler. You'll always be the bigger man to me."

Tyler's eyes soften and he wraps his arms around you. He presses his lips against yours and kisses you gently. Your cock stirs at the feeling of his body against yours.

The two of you break apart and Tyler stares down at you with lust in his eyes. "How about we take this back to my place?"

You start to nod when you pause. "Uh, sure. But I think I'll need to borrow some clothes. I don't think my old ones will fit now, huh?" you admit.

"Oh, they definitely won't!" Tyler agrees with a laugh.

Muscle Growth

Late Night at the Gym

Hey guys. This story was co-written with NovelAI's Sigurd model, using the new Custom AI Module feature wherein I basically fed the AI train