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Always watch your step, there's been more Goo on floor lately.... The Goo been taking or adding from people, Hope you get the one you want??...
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Like a dragon, should not mistreat it's kobold. A bodybuilder should not mistreat it's fans. Because sometimes you don't know what they could do!!!!
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the local giant was doing his usual route but then someone just immediately grab his leg and wouldn't let go, soon he started to feel himself getting smaller and the guy holding his leg started getting bigger and now there's a new issue downtown
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Let's Play a Game: Prologue
[Story Gallery] [Game Board]
Four men wake up in spandex bodysuits with a familiar board game laid out in front of them. Only to mind a masked man willing to fulfill their wildest dreams if they're willing to play.
You stirred in your seat as you started to awaken. Your mind felt cloudy and hazy as you woke up from your deep slumber. Your eyes fluttered open and you groaned from pure exhaustion. You brought your hands up to rub your eyes of your sleepiness. As the cobwebs of your mind began to fall away, you started to take in what you could see. You weren’t lying in bed as you thought you would be. Instead you were sitting in a cold metal chair. The room you were in was extremely dark and it was only lit by a single light over a floating metal table in the middle of the room. Looking down at your body, you weren’t wearing your normal clothes either. You were in a skin tight blue spandex bodysuit that hugged every inch of your body.
“Good morning players.” A low robotic voice spoke from the darkness around you. The light above your head flickered until a hologram of a man appeared hovering over the table. The man was clad in a similar skin tight spandex bodysuit to yours, only his was black and he wore a ghost face mask. The hologram’s muscles were bodybuilder levels of huge. His pecs created a shelf with how far they stuck out from his body. His arms were pushing the confines of the bodysuit to their limit with the cannonballs he had inside. His abs looked chiseled into the suit and his legs were bigger than most people’s waists. “I am your host, the Banker.”
The hologram had lit up more of the room and you could see three other men sitting around you. Each one wearing a similar bodysuit of a different color. “Where are we? What is this place? What are we wearing?” asked the man in the purple body suit sitting to your right.
“All will be revealed in time, player,” came the voice. The Banker waved his arms and the table below him lit up. As the banker balled his hand into a fist, all of your chairs were pulled in close to the table. With a closer view, you saw a game board projected onto its metal surface. You all looked at the board and saw that it looked very similar to a common household game, but all of the pieces on the board looked different than any version you had ever seen.
“So you brought us here to play Monopoly? What the hell dude?” shouted the man in green from across the table. The man had stood up from the table and his impressive body came into your view. He was almost as big as the banker as the body suit accentuated every movement of his big muscles.
“I’d advise you to sit down if you want any of the rewards that might come with the game,” said the Banker as he turned to face the man in red, giving you a nice view of his supple bubble butt.
“No way! Fuck this! I’m out of here!” shouted the man in green as he started to stomp away from the group. Despite his massive muscles, you could tell he was one the shorter side compared to the rest of you.
“Sit Down!” yelled the Banker in a lower demonic tone. The man froze in his tracks and fell backwards as his chair honed in on him and caught him then brought him back to the table. “As I said before, all will be revealed in due time. You all will leave here as changed men once this game is over.” The four of you all looked at each other and then down at the game board.
“What kind of rewards will we be getting?” asked the man in red to your left. Getting a better look at him, you could tell he had some definition in his muscles, but nowhere close to the guy in green or the banker. You also noticed that you had to look down at him when he was speaking.
“Good question!” came the banker as his body swiveled to face him. “I have chosen the four of you because all of you share one common goal. To gain size and power.” Everyone’s eyes shot open as you all looked around at each other again, now sizing each other up. “The winner of the game will be bestowed with size and power beyond their wildest dreams.”
“How?” you asked and the hologram turned to face you.
“Let me explain the rules of the game and you will find out.” The game board wooshed upward beside the Banker and enlarged itself. “The player in green wasn’t that far off from his assumption that this is Monopoly, but it does have a twist to it. Unlike in Monopoly, you won’t be buying the properties using your money. You will be using your size as currency. Allow me to demonstrate.”
A black figurine in the shape of a chest appeared on the game board as well as a floating pair of six sided dice. “I will roll my dice and move to the respective tile on the board. This much you know.” The banker grabbed the dice and threw them out onto the board. He rolled at 3 and 5 giving him 8. The game piece then hovered from the start and landed on Bulging Bicep Building. “Now I’m given the option to either buy this property or skip it. In this case, I’ll buy it.” As soon as those words were uttered, a black circle appeared on the Bulging Bicep Building property and each of you saw the Banker’s body suit begin to glow. Flexing one of his arms for you all to see, you watched his bicep swell and stretch the fabric of the body suit as it got bigger. His suit emitting a low hum as you saw the bicep *BWOOMP* bigger with every second. Inflating even bigger than the Banker’s own head. “The cost for buying these properties is the size you already possess. As you buy properties, the rest of your body will shrink.” As he spoke, the rest of the Banker’s body began to shrink. “But it is much harder to see since the loss is distributed across my entire body.”
“And once we own a property, can we steal other people’s money? Or size I guess?” asked the man in purple. Now closer to him, you could see that the man was on the heavier side. He had some muscle to him, but there was a healthy layer of fat sitting on top of the muscle that stretched the body suit. He was also the only person that you, at 6 feet tall, could look directly in the eye.
“Another great question! Yes you will. Let me show you.” The Banker waved his hands and another figurine appeared, this time a purple dildo. “If you were to roll an 8 and land on Bulging Bicep Building,” the figurine moved forward to where to black one was placed, “then you would pay me with size.” As he said it, the Banker’s biceps began to glow and grow again. This time inflating to the size of beach balls as they grew.
“Wait, stop!” The rest of the group turned and looked at the man in purple to see his arms withering away. There was a similar glow on his body suit as his meaty arms had gone from beefy to twigs in only a few seconds. The Banker basked in the embrace of his massive biceps and hit a double bicep pose to prove his point.
“As you can see, depending on what spot you land on determines what size you’ll lose. If you are out of the necessary size to make the payment, size will be taken from either your overall body size or another specific part,” said the banker as he flexed his bicep again. “When being paid in size, you’ll always get the size of whatever the property is designated as. But any excess size you might have on one body part can always be transferred to another.”
“What do you mean by excess size?” asked the man in red.
“Excess size refers to how much more size you have above what is required. To maintain a property, you must keep a certain amount of size in that part of your body. If it ever drops below the minimum value, you could lose it to any power hungry players who land on that tile. Here watch.” The banker grunted as his giant bicep began to shrink back down. You all stared in disbelief as the Banker’s chest lit up and began to inflate until they stuck out almost a foot away from him. “I transferred some of the size I acquired from the purple player to my pecs, but still kept the minimum required size for my bicep.” The Banker brought his arms up and showed you that his arm had gone back down to the beach ball size.
“Hey, can I have my arms back so I don’t start off in the negative though?” asked the man in purple as he was still looking down at his arms in annoyance.
“I’ll do you one better. In order to make this fair, all of you will start off with the same size.” The Banker snapped his fingers and all of your bodysuits started to hum and glow. Feeling at first like your body was getting shocked from every part of you, you all let out a moan as your muscles tensed and flexed themselves. Looking down at yourself, you could see your pecs swelling out in front of your eyes. Obscuring the view of your stomach as you felt your core tightening and growing into abs.
Looking to your left, you see the guy in red let out a low moan as the bulge in his pants swelled out from him. Before, you couldn’t get a good view of any of the others’ packages, but now you could see his dick slowly crawling up his washboard abs. With his massive balls sloshing beneath it as well.
“Now this is what I’m talking about!” shouted the purple man as he grunted with strength as he flexed his renewed biceps. He reached over to one of them and squeezed the ball of muscle inside the fabric. “It’s all real!” he cried in awe as he let out another moan and continued to swell.
“Fuck yes…” you heard someone utter under their breath. Before, the Banker had obscured your view of the man in green, but now it was almost like the Banker eclipsed him as the green man’s frame grew wider. His shoulders extended out to rival a door frame’s width. You now didn’t need to peer down at him as his head bucked up and up to meet your eyes. All of your legs under the table running into one another as they elongated and thickened.
Once the transformation had finished, all of you were audibly panting as your chests heaved up and down with new size. Your bodysuits stopped humming and you saw a light flickering from your wrist. You reached down and fiddled with the light only to see a screen light up in front of you when it did. On the screen, it read as follows:
Player: Blue
Total Size: 225
Back: 25
Arms: 25
Core: 25
Chest: 25
Legs: 25
Cock: 25
Height: 75
“Gentleman, now that you’ve gotten a taste for some of the prizes that can be won in this challenge, let’s play a game.”
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Story with the Board: [Let's Play a Game]
Tuck Wants a Loan
People could tell, Rob knew. He had clients to train, he still had a workout to get in himself (if it even mattered, now), so he was stuck there at Global Gym. He had a reputation at Global as the biggest bodybuilder in a gym full of heavy competitors. He was also known as one of the most approachable guys in the gym, imposing in stature but by all means a gentle giant. He had a number of fans in the gym’s clientele, as well as the gym’s owner Clem and his idolizing son Terry. Everybody cheered when he got his pro card the previous year, all in agreement that there wasn’t a more deserving athlete around. Rob was used to having all eyes on him. But after what Tuck had done to him that day, those eyes made his veins cold.
Between clients Rob eyed the scale outside the locker room. He’d been avoiding it all day, terrified of what it was going to tell him. He tried to let his eyes, the way his body felt, be enough, but he had to know. He hopped on the scale and looked down: 240. That morning, when he’d weighed himself after getting out of bed, he’d been 284. He’d walked in the gym that size. And then, standing in the locker room, he heard the shrill laugh of his least favorite “client” and turned around to see skinny, tattooed little Tuck in his usual tight wife-beater and cargo shorts, cracking his knuckles and looking Rob up and down with a look that always made the big bodybuilder shiver.
“…just a little bit?” Rob said, side-eyeing Tuck, wishing he could get away from the little guy who was inching closer to him. “…just for a little while?”
“Big fella!” Tuck said with a laugh. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t like having me around. Yeah just a little, yeah just for a little bit.”
Rob looked around quickly to make sure no one was around when it happened (Tuck probably didn’t even care—he didn’t care about much) and then Tuck, wiggling his fingers wildly, reached out and poked him. He felt a sudden chill, and just like that, the size drained right out of Rob and into Tuck (forty-four pounds, he would find out later). His shorts fell to the ground and his tank top hung down like a dress without the rest of his bulk to fill it out. By all accounts he was still a big man, but nowhere near the massive size he’d been a moment before.
Tuck looked like a heavy-weight prize fighter with all of the extra mass, and he’d even got taller. He shadow-boxed a bit, flexed his new muscles while Rob sadly examined his own diminished form. Tuck gave him a shove (he stumbled forward, not expecting the sudden force and his own lack of mass) and then took off.
Rob had clothes he kept in the bottom of his gym bag for the times that Tuck “borrowed” from him; they were his old workout clothes from several years before, back before he’d gained the mass that made him a terror to the superheavyweights onstage. He remembered being that size and feeling big, but going back to it was too much. What was worse, the smaller shorts and t-shirt still looked baggy on him. Rob was used to stretching XXXLs to the limit, and he couldn’t even fill out an XL. Tuck had taken more that day than ever before. There was nothing Rob could do to fight it. Tuck had all the power. He had to play nice and wait until Tuck was done playing around with his mass, until he decided to give it back. That feeling of weakness was almost too much for Rob to bear.
“What’s up big man?” said Leon, a big powerlifter and Rob’s occasional lifting partner, taking a break from his heavy squats. Leon used to say Rob was the only guy big enough to spot him. Rob nodded back as they passed each other, terribly aware of the difference in their sizes. Rob hadn’t felt that small next to somebody in awhile.
Later on his client Carlos turned to him during posing practice, while holding a front double bi, and smirked in his direction. “Hey, Big Rob, my guns are looking big as yours, no?” Carlos took a step toward him to compare. Rob backed away and swatted at him.
“In your dreams, buddy,” he said. “You’re good. Hit the locker room.”
Meanwhile across the gym, Tuck was curling a loaded barbell with sloppy form, showing off for a few spandex-clad ladies doing lunges nearby. Girls had always been the core of Tuck’s objectives in stealing size from him, Rob noticed.
At the end of the day, Rob paced around the locker room, a little panicked. He hadn’t seen Tuck in a couple of hours, and after searching the entire gym Rob couldn’t find him.
“Oh, hey Rob,” Clem said, walking through the gym about to lock up. “I didn’t know you were still here. I can leave you the keys if you still want to work out.”
Rob felt a pit in his stomach. What if Tuck took off this time? It would take years to build all that size back, if Tuck’s power even allowed that possibility. “Uh… Thanks, Clem, I think I’m gonna hang out here for a bit if you don’t mind.”
Clem smiled and tossed Rob the keys. “You in a heavy cut phase or something?” Clem said, looking him up and down. “You look like you dropped some pounds.”
“I’ll be bulked back up again soon enough,” Rob said, praying that was the truth.
Tuck strode in with a loose swagger over an hour later. Rob would’ve knocked the kid out if he wasn’t so terrified of the kid.
“Sorry, Bobby,” Tuck said, scratching his crotch. “I was plowing this chick out in the parking lot just now. She could not get enough of this!” he said, gesturing to his physique. “Oh, man, what’d you think I wasn’t coming back? Bobby, you wound me, buddy. You really wound me.”
Rob shrugged and feigned a smile. “Naw, I knew you were coming back.”
“I suppose you want to go back to normal,” Tuck said. Rob bit his lip and clenched his fists. “Man, you are such a big baby sometimes, Bobby. You’re lucky I love you.” Then he flicked Rob right in the forehead.
Rob’s mass returned in an instant, and he felt a sudden pain all over as he burst through his clothes. They fell to tatters and Rob stood there, massive and naked, his posture finally relaxing after a brutal day. Tuck burst into riotous laughter at the sight of the giant man exploding out of his clothes.
“Bobby, you are ridiculous, buddy!” said Tuck, once again five feet and a hundred pounds. He walked out of the locker room and Rob patted himself down, thankful to be himself again.
That was all Rob heard of Tuck for awhile. Usually he could count on a visit from Tuck every month, whenever the little guy was itching for girls at the gym, but several months passed and Rob was relieved to find that Tuck didn’t come around. His career started turning up, as well: he got a huge sponsorship deal, a photoshoot with Flex magazine, and Clem asked him to be the face of Global gym.
The first day it was unveiled, Rob looked humbly at the larger-than-life size poster of himself, twenty-feet tall, outside Global gym. He couldn’t believe where his hard work had taken him, and he couldn’t have asked for a better place to do work. Terry, Clem’s beefy son, greeted Rob at the door.
“Your picture looks awesome!” Terry said with stars in his eyes.
“Thanks Terry,” Rob said warmly. “One of these days you’re gonna be up there.”
“There’s Big Hollywood!” Leon said and punched him in the shoulder.
All eyes in the gym were on Rob. He couldn’t feel prouder, until he walked into the locker room and saw Tuck standing there.
“Bobby! You’re a big deal now, aren’t ya!” Tuck said, arms crossed, a sly grin on his face. “Aw, Bobby, you always clench up when you see me. If I didn’t know better I’d think you weren’t happy to have me around!”
Rob looked around quickly to make sure the locker room was clear. “Uh… Tuck, I… what do you… doing?”
Tuck smiled. “Relax, big Bobby.” He pulled out a wad of cash. “This time we’re gonna train. Regular. Big man teaches little guy how to lift weights. Deal?” He extended a hand.
Rob, relieved, shook it. “Finally want to start adding some mass of your own, huh?” Tuck handed over the cash. “Look, Tuck, if you’re really serious, I can take over your diet, your supplementation… Hell, I can get you juice if you want it. Just say the word, buddy.”
Tuck started stripping out of his clothes, stood there naked, a little awkwardly close to Rob. “See, thing is, Bobby, there’s this chick out there right now who will blow your MIND. Huge tits, ass like heaven, body that looks like it was built to fuck… Man, she’s got me DROOLING, Bobby, but she’s only into massive guys. Like big giant freaks your size.”
Rob grinned as he put his gym bag in the locker. “Don’t worry, Tuck. I won’t steal her from you.”
Tuck, still naked, bounced his eyebrows. “Oh, I’m not worried about that one bit, big Bobby.” Then he grabbed a handful of Rob’s big back.
It hit Rob hard this time, like needles everywhere. His body compressed so fast everything was a blur, and he found himself stumbling around, his arms and legs suddenly tangled up. His head ached for a moment, and he felt like he was going to throw up… then the vertigo passed and he looked around, shocked at how much bigger the locker room had gotten.
His tank top and compression tights were tented around him, and as he stood he watched his whole body slide through the neck hole. His body—that couldn’t be his body! Still tan, but tiny all over, a size he’d never been even in adolescence: shoulders, arms, legs, chest, all so narrow and bony. Even his dick was tiny now, and he put one tiny hand down to block it. He felt exhausted, and like he was moving in slow motion. Then he noticed the huge shadow cast over him.
“Fuck YEAH!” roared a low, bovine voice. The sudden eruption scared Rob so much he tumbled over, his little heart pounding rapidly at the sight before him: Tuck was ENORMOUS, every part of him bloated with massive muscle, skill covered in tattoos which made the presentation all the more intimidating. Tuck aggressively hit a crab shot and grinned at the mirror—Rob had never seen anybody so big! Terrified, he scrambled backwards, eager to get away from the giant man stomping and flexing and growling.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tuck said, tossing his old wife-beater and shorts at Rob. “You agreed to a training session. Only it’s gonna be me showing YOU how to move weights, little man! Get dressed little guy. I’m gonna borrow your old clothes—seeing as you couldn’t use them for anything but a circus tent!” Tuck gave his now-massive cock a swing. “Hopefully I can fit all this in there,” he laughed as he pulled on Rob’s clothes, which fit like skin. “Let’s go little guy.”
Rob felt like he was going to be sick as he walked out on the floor. He had to take two steps just to keep up with giant Tuck’s long stride. All eyes were on them—or rather, they were on the massive tattooed beast Tuck had become. Rob was shaking. He was terrified that someone would recognize him, but as he walked out, he realized nobody was even looking at him. That was almost worse.
“Grab some dumbbells, little man,” Tuck barked. “Time to do some curls.” He crossed his arms and smirked down his chest at Rob.
Rob headed over to the weight rack—how much would he be able to lift? He looked toward the smaller weights. He reached for the 20s, but a young guy—a guy who had asked for Rob’s autograph and some lifting advice the day before—elbowed him out of the way and grabbed them himself. Rob grabbed the 15s and walked over to Tuck, who tilted his chin at him.
“What are you waiting for? Curl!” Tuck growled.
Rob strained. He couldn’t believe he could get his arms to bend. “I… I can’t…” he said quietly, shocked at how soft and high-pitched his voice was now.
Tuck laughed and slapped his knee. “Are you serious? You can’t even curl those?” He walked over and grabbed some 80s. “Lemme show how to curl, little guy!” His form was sloppy but his massive physique still impressed everybody around. Tuck winked at a blonde fitness model nearby. Her name was Catherine, Rob knew; she did only go for monsters. She’d been flirting with him a lot that week, and he’d thought about giving her his number.
“Go get some water,” Tuck said, racking his dumbbells and heading over to Catherine.
Rob was stunned by the height of the water fountain, which was now at about eye-level to him. He stood on his tiptoes to reach it, barely getting water in his mouth. He turned around and ran into what felt like a brick wall—it was Leon, who looked GIGANTIC to Rob now.
“Watch where you’re going,” Leon said politely, yanking little Rob to his feet with one hand.
Rob glanced across the weight room and saw beastly Tuck, now making his pecs dance while he chatted with Catherine. He had a little time, he figured, so he quickly headed to the locker room.
His gym bag felt massive to him as he fished it out of his locker—it was bigger than he was now! He had to text his clients and reschedule before they showed up. As he struggled with the zippers, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That doesn’t belong to you, sir!”
A strong hand yanked little Rob away from the bag, and another yanked the bag away from him. It was Terry, who was now twice the size of Rob. Terry gave little Rob a shove. “Theft is grounds for termination of membership.”
“I-I wasn’t stealing!” Rob pleaded. “I was just… I thought it was mine.”
“What’s your membership number?” Terry asked with an eyebrow raised.
“0-1-6-1-1,” Rob blurted out, suddenly realizing Terry had no doubt memorized his number.
“Uh-uh,” Terry said, grabbing Rob forcefully. “You’re outta here.”
Rob begged him to stop, told him he could explain (even though he had no idea what he would say) but still Terry very easily dragged little Rob to the door while everyone in the gym stared at the scene.
“My coach!” Rob begged, pointing at Tuck, who was too wrapped up in Catherine’s admiration of his giant body to notice. “He’ll explain!”
“Nope,” said Terry, shoving Rob hard. “Beat it, or I’m calling the cops, reporting you for theft and trespassing.”
Flat on his back outside Global Gym, Rob stared up at the giant image of himself at full-size and burst into tears. It was too much. He looked up and saw Terry on the phone inside and quickly pulled himself to his feet and walked to his car. He tried the locked doors, realizing that his keys were inside, in a bag that belonged to someone he didn’t look like anymore. He walked around to the opposite side of the car and crouched down as it began to rain. Everything would be fine, he told himself—as soon as Tuck set things back to normal, everything would be fine.
Hours later he saw Tuck strutting from the gym, holding Catherine’s hand. Rob stood up and sprinted for the two—but they were on Tuck’s crotch rocket before he could get there. Tuck sped away, never even acknowledging little Rob, stood there in shock, wondering if he was ever going to see Tuck again.
Half a Gronk is Still a Gronk
(This idea was a request pitched to me. Hope you like it, dude! And remember folks, I’ll pretty much write any story if the idea turns me on, so shoot me those requests!)
Everything looked weird to Gronk, like he was in a fun house—the chair he was sitting in felt huge, the floor too far away, his feet barely able to touch. The only thing he could wear was his shirt—it had been a tight polo shirt when he put it on, but now it fit him like a dress. The worst was other people—the cops at the station looked HUGE to him—until he looked down and remembered that he wasn’t 6’7” anymore. But he kept forgetting, and the size of things kept spooking him. He jumped like a startled bunny when one of the cops put a big hand on his shoulder.
“Sorry, little feller,” the cop said, chuckling. “Didn’t mean to startle you. But I’ve good news, little guy.”
Gronk grit his teeth at the cop’s condescending tone. He’d been at the station for about three hours and a brutal hangover had set in awhile ago. He’d about had it with this place. “Good news huh?” he said. He wasn’t used to his voice yet—even though he tried to deepen it, it still came out high-pitched, like he hadn’t gone through puberty yet.
“We checked your fingerprints, kiddo, and it turns out, you really are Rob Gronkowski.”
Kiddo?! “No shit!” he shouted—sounding more like an angry little girl than anything, but he didn’t let his pipsqueaky voice undermine his anger. He hopped out of the chair and stood to his full height—which was just over the burly cop’s waistline. He stared up furiously, though. “I’ve been telling you guys for hours to check my fingerprints if you don’t believe me. Maybe now we can find the bitch who did this to me!”
The big cop’s nostrils flared and he put both hands on his hips as he bent over, growling through clenched teeth. “Listen you little shit: I dunno if you’ve looked in the damned mirror lately but you’re not a big football star anymore! So you better learn not to talk to full-grown men like that, before one of ‘em stomps you like the little bug you are!”
Gronk felt his stomach drop away like he was on a rollercoaster. The size of the man looming over him filled him with a feeling he was unfamiliar with—intimidation. The big cop’s explosive anger overwhelmed him, and Gronk felt his knees going weak, his vision going grey, and a sudden warm wetness down the front of his shirt, and then poor little Gronk fainted dead away on the floor.
* * *
If he got up close to the mirror, really got a look at his own face, he could tell it was still him. Sort of. His whole head was smaller, his features all softer. He looked like—not his brother, since all of his brothers were twice his size now, but maybe his son? He still had a hard time getting into bars, since his ID looked like his old self. But even if people had heard about what had happened to him (and a lot of people had, since it was all over ESPN a dozen times a day), after the first few bouncers had made a spectacle of him (one of them demanding a picture while he held Gronk at arm’s length with ease) he quit trying.
In fact, he was tired of going out into public at all. It was too much when people wanted to get pictures with him—holding him up off the ground or asking him to flex his little arms next to them. Way worse than that was the number of people who would pat him on the head after talking to him, or the people who would mistake him for a kid.
Then there were the people who would chase him down, screaming, “Patriots suck!” He’d never been seriously injured, but he’d been shoved off his feet and tossed around a bunch of times. He didn’t have it in him to report them to the police.
He weighed himself daily to see if there had been any change, and checked his height against a mark on the wall, but each day it was the same: he was four foot nine and 87 pounds. Every day he wished for any other number on the scale, but it was always the same.
He bought a weight set for his house (specially made for his size) and lifted every day, but his body just didn’t seem to want to add any muscle. He ate as much food as he could stomach (about three slices of pizza filled him to overflowing now), trying to put on size in some way, but there were no changes. The doctors said he was basically healthy, although his testosterone levels were incredibly low. Strangely, his body seemed to resist the testosterone injections they prescribed him. His levels would spike for about twelve hours, then drop back to nearly nothing.
No matter what he tried, he couldn’t undo what that bitch had done to him.
* * *
They’d fucked like bunnies on meth for four hours. Gronk had decided to take a Gatorade break while the girl—some dark-haired chick he’d picked up at the club whose name he couldn’t even remember—fished around her giant bag for something.
“You’re on the pill, right?” Gronk said as he lounged in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t remember if he’d asked her before, but he’d dumped a half-dozen loads in her without a condom.
“No,” she said with a grin. She walked back up to the bed wearing this huge fancy gold necklace with a huge onyx stone on the front. With her mouth she worked Gronk’s lazily flopped-over dick into a steel pipe again while he moaned, a grin on his face, his hands behind his head. Then, as she lowered herself onto it, she said, “I’m three months pregnant.”
“Wait—what?”
But something had happened—his whole body was tingling all over, and a weird shadow flowed out of the stone on her necklace, sliding over his body like warm oil. It felt like a carpet of tiny fingers tickling him as it flowed around him, like it was sizing him up, then it covered his whole body. Through all of this he couldn’t move a muscle, and through all of this, she fucked herself on his cock.
The tingling grew, a massive crescendo that started in his loins and seemed to spread through him, out to his extremities. The sensation was so strong he almost forgot that he was paralyzed, coated with some mystical black substance, and then—
—as he came, his whole body tensed, and he felt overwhelmed by a new sensation, like more was flowing from him than his load. He felt like he’d been turned inside out, emptied out like an old purse into whatever-her-name-was, and the black matter peeled away, flowing back into her necklace. Then he could move again.
The amount of alcohol in his system, now in a much smaller body, hit him like a wrecking ball all of a sudden. His consciousness flickered like an old light, but he remembered what she’d said: “Thanks, Gronk,” she cackled. “I just took all of your strengths and gave them to my baby. He’s going to grow up to be every bit the champion you are—or, used to be!” Then he was out.
He woke up hours later and headed right to the police station, where they immediately doubted his identity and he learned his new role in the world. They never did find her--no thanks to his sketchy description of her as, “Some chick with dark hair.” He wondered if he would recognize the kid twenty years later, dominating college ball with all of his stolen skills. Even if he did, what could he do about it?
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They let him come to all practices, all games. Even got him a brand new little jersey to wear.
He tried to tough it out, show his dedication to the Patriots, but he couldn’t handle being around his old teammates. Guys he used to tower over now cast monstrous shadows over him. Being on the sidelines while those big beasts hit each other—it startled him almost every time. All that aggression coming from guys five times bigger than he was… he just couldn’t handle being around it anymore. During games the cameras spent way too much time on him, and people always waited around for an interview.
Gronk couldn’t handle the attention anymore. He was an oddity now, a circus freak. A photo circulated of Gronk walking next to Brady, with the 6’1” quarterback bending over, his hand on Gronk’s little blonde head like he was Brady’s kid. Gronk called it quits then, releasing a statement that he would always love the team but he couldn’t be a part of it anymore.
Gronk kept himself holed up in his house, feeling sorry for himself. Belicheck and some guys from the team kept in touch, but the calls came less and less frequently as time went on. A few weeks after the Patriots had won the Super Bowl, there was a knock on Gronk’s door. It was Edelman.
“How you doing big guy?” Edelman said, pulling off his shades and patting Gronk on the head. “You look good—you getting bigger?”
Gronk blushed (something he’d never done back when he was big) and turned away shyly. Gronk offered Edelman a beer and they made some small talk for a little while, until Edelman surprised him by asking, “Hey Gronk, you still got that hot tub?”
Gronk anxiously tiptoed toward the bubbling hot tub in his bathing suit, anxious about showing so much of his bony little body in front of his old teammate. Edelman had always been a little guy to Gronk—now Gronk found himself at eye level with Edelman’s abs. They both eased themselves into the tub and Edelman let out a sigh.
“You wanna grab me another beer, bud?” Edelman asked.
Gronk surprised himself at how quickly he jumped out of the tub to obey—but that was nothing compared to the surprise when Edelman’s wet bathing suit flopped over his head.
Gronk turned around to see Edelman, totally nude, his hard-on bobbing in the tub. “Sorry,” Edelman chuckled. “Seeing you running around all little just got me excited is all. You don’t expect me to coop up my rod in that suit, do ya?”
Gronk couldn’t believe It, but Edelman’s tone had started something bubbling up within himself. He felt his tiny little nub shoot to its full inch, his little raisin balls tingling hard.
“How bout you grab that beer and get back in the tub? Lose the shorts, too.” Gronk did as he was told. He couldn’t disobey if he wanted, he realized, and that scared and thrilled him.
When he got back (having shed his bathing suit on the trip), he extended the beer to the wide receiver, but Edelman just reached out and lifted Gronk up with both hands. Edelman held up little Gronk, laughing. “Oh man! I can’t believe how light you are! Man, you’re like a little toy!” Gronk’s little dinky bounced as he was shaken around. “Let’s see how much fun you and me can have together, little guy,” Edelman said, slowly lowering little Gronk into the tub, “and then we’ll give Solder a call, see if we can’t make this a party.”
He was friendly when I told him at the gym that I recognized him, that he was my favorite bodybuilder. He smiled when I asked for an autograph and signed my paper without hesitation, unaware that it’d been soaked in a chemical he was absorbing through his skin.
I got him later in the parking garage, just as he tossed his gym bag on his passenger seat. I told him it was nice to meet him, extended my hand (dusted with the potent reagent) to shake. He took it without a second thought.
The reaction was quick–he shrunk out of his clothes while I started filling up mine. The transfer of size wasn’t 1:1, but when he was done he was a barely visible lump in his collapsed compression tights, I pawed at my own new mass, filling out the tank top that had hung like a tent on me before.
Later, when he’d gotten used to the cage and my daily exploration of his tiny body (prodding his dick with a pencil eraser, gently licking the length of his hard lumpy body, swallowing him inch by inch and then spitting him back into my hand–all followed, always, with a gentle bath in the sink and gentle fingertip caressing until he’d fallen asleep on my palm), he recounted to me what the shrinking felt like:
“It was like falling, fast, but my feet were on the ground. I was naked but didn’t know how, stifled by humid heat, choked by a smell–it was my own smell, but magnified so much I didn’t recognize I until later.
"Then when light came in, when you pulled open my clothes to see me, I realized what had happened–and had to swallow the fact that the moist pocket my whole body fit in now used to house my dick. And I thought as I looked up at you–you looked different too, and I wouldn’t have known who you were if you weren’t wearing that tank top I made fun of earlier–that your grip wasn’t as rough or scary as I’d expected when your hand had approached me.”
He tells me these things as he lies, face down, on the hairy mounds of my newly ample chest, completely unaffected by the fact that its size was stolen from him. I gently draw lines with my fingertips up and down his back and he falls asleep in my warm cleavage–until he’s woken by my hot load raining down on him.
Kirill and his weaselly little assistant caught Jay as he was sneaking to his hotel room from the Expo to get a break from the mob, a little quiet time to recenter himself before he went back out there and played Ambassador to Bodybuilding again. Jay smiled and shook Kirill’s hand--as big competitive athletes, they’d always been cordial before--but he made a point to make this little interaction short and sweet so he could get a little relaxation time before the long day ahead.
“Joel, take picture of us,” Kirill grunted to his assistant as he put an arm on Jay’s shoulder. Jay squared up next to the big powerlifter, a little suspicious of his aggressive tone and demeanor. There had always been a gentle beef between strength athletes and bodybuilders, and back in his Olympia heyday, when Jay had been the epitome of sculpted beef, he’d never worried about how tall or thick these strongmen were in comparison. But since his retirement, Jay always felt like these powerlifter guys had something they were trying to prove, trying to make him look small.
Or maybe he was just being paranoid. It had been a long weekend already, and he really needed to shut his eyes for about twenty minutes. Something about the way Kirill’s assistant Joel stared at him too made him uncomfortable. Jay knew that look: hungry admiration. The guy was a skinny average nobody, probably got the job working for Kirill because he had such a hard-on for size he had to be near it as much as he could. Joel pulled out a weird-looking camera and seemed to fiddle with it endlessly without producing a click or a flash.
“C’mon, bud, just take the damned picture will ya?” Jay said through a feigned grin, hoping to mask his annoyance as friendly teasing, but then he noticed something was wrong: he couldn’t move.
Worse, it felt like things around him were moving. Jay couldn’t turn his head but he peripherally witnessed Kirill rising up and away from him as the floor grew nearer. Jay’s fake smile lay plastered on his face, his body locked into his photo-friendly pose as it dawned on him that, somehow, his frame was compacting down in size.
Meanwhile, Kirill’s was expanding. Looking as far to the right as he could, Jay noticed he was now eye-level with Kirill’s knees… no, now his shins… and as Joel advanced menacingly, brandishing the wicked device, Jay realized that he was now half as tall as Joel, and less with every second.
“Man, look how fast it’s getting the smaller he gets!” Joel taunted.
It was true: Jay felt queasy as his perspective twisted into unfathomable dimensions: the room itself seemed to stretch on forever now, and the two men in the hallway with him were like buildings--Joel like a skyscraper, Kirill an impossible structure whose frame extended up against the ceiling which seemed miles away.
Then it all stopped and Jay collapsed. Relief at being able to move was erased by Joel’s giant fingers coming at him, snatching him before he could get away. His stomach lurched as the floor dropped out beneath him and he kicked his legs in the air as he was brought up to Joel’s giant face.
“I dunno if it’ll make you feel any better,” Joel said as he turned Jay this way and that, examining his shrunken frame, “but you weren’t our first choice here. We were gonna zap Morgan Aste, steal all of his size and put it on my boss’ body where it could do some good. But finding you back here, no bystanders, with all that bulk you’re just not doing anything with anymore… Right boss?”
Joel turned to face Kirill’s new stature. The size of the gargantuan powerlifter, impossible tall, huge and thick in all directions, made Jay’s whole body spasm.
“Hey boss, he just pissed himself!” Joel giggled. “Gross little shit! I oughtta squash you for that.”
“Put him in the bag!” Kirill commanded in a volcanic voice, pointing with a finger the size of a baguette.
“Yes sir!” Joel said, producing a net drawstring bag the size of his hand and dropping Jay’s tiny body into it. Jay struggled to no avail as he tumbled upside down into containment. He struggled but even the flimsy nylon netting was too strong for tiny Jay to battle with.
Arms pinned tightly to his sides in the bag, Jay felt Kirill’s footsteps rumbling the air as he headed back toward the expo. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening, but then Jay felt himself, nylon sack and all, stuffed upside down into Joel’s jeans pocket. A hand the size of Jay’s whole body patted him a few times. “Boss it gonna take all that size now, and I”m gonna take you, and we’re both going to have a lot of fun...
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It's so fun hustling huge d-bags. I took on 3 people and had a winner take all agreement.
I cast the magic and well you guys already know who won.
It felt so good growing that i kept flexing. Although it was also fun seeing those three shrink at the same time. The look on their faces after i towered over them and took the cash prize.
Wonder who i'll give this mass to. You guys got someone in mind? Because i'll be hustling bad people again soon.
how about loser blows
Literal Body Swap - Baby-Faced Bodybuilder
Kevin had been a small kid all his life. Even now that he’s a freshman in college, he still looked like a little kid due to his small stature and smooth baby-face. He tried to look older, but it was no use, he could barely grow facial hair and when it grew it didn’t help much, most outfits didn’t look right on his small slim body, and he lamented the fact that he’d apparently stopped growing and would be stuck at 5’4” the rest of his life.
That was until he had an interesting run in with one of the bigger jocks on campus. They’d been in the same Intro to Business class, Kevin sitting up near the front diligently taking notes on everything the professor said while Bruno, the jock, sat in the back of the class with a few other jock buddies, cracking jokes and being a mild nuisance. Thankfully, the classroom was one of those big auditorium type rooms, so Kevin didn’t have to hear the jocks messing around in the back or put up with their distracting behavior.
Kevin also knew that Bruno was in school on an athletic scholarship, but hadn’t landed a spot on the team yet. Despite his size, he wasn’t quick enough on the field to make first string – But Bruno had a plan to change that, by eliminating his main competition.
Bruno took little Kevin aside after class one day, being friendly in a way that unsettled Kevin, but he was too intimidated to make an excuse to exit the conversation. Bruno, easily enough, discovered that Kevin wished he could be bigger – Not that surprising considering he was the smallest freshman guy at the school. “Not as big as you, that’d probably never happen,” he said with a sigh, “But, you know, just bigger so no one thinks I’m some little kid anymore.”
That was just what Bruno needed to hear, and what he expected to hear too. He told Kevin to meet him at the athletic complex later that afternoon and to come to the football locker room. He’d give Kevin something to help him out (and also help himself out in the process). Kevin immediately assumed it was drugs like steroids or something, but again, he was too intimidated to say no and Bruno seemed oddly insistent despite trying to be friendly with Kevin.
Kevin cautiously opened the door to the locker room a few hours later, peeking his head in to shout out “Bruno… You here? Hello?”
From somewhere deep inside the ancient locker room imbued with the combined stench of several generations worth of testosterone and masculine sweat came the reply, “Yeah, Kevin, come on in, take your first right and go straight on down to the end.”
Kevin timidly entered this sacred space, off limits to everyone not part of the team. He feared some sort of prank or ambush, was this some petty scheme to attack the little guy who had no hope of fighting back? He immediately regretted his decision to come here, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and walked in the direction Bruno instructed.
As he rounded the corner to the back alcove, he was shocked to not only find Bruno standing there, but he wasn’t alone – Not that his companion was much of a threat. Sitting on the bench next to him, hands and feet bound, mouth gagged, was a face familiar to everyone on campus: Ryan Spencer – The football team’s top Linebacker with his All-American good looks looking considerably disheveled, a shiner starting to form around one eye socket, and a few minor cuts under his eye on his cheek; the blood having ran into the fabric being used as a gag in his mouth. He was unconscious now, but looked like he had put up one hell of a fight before he ended up that way.
Kevin backed into the wall, recoiling in horror before he weakly sputtered out, “What’s going on here? What did you do?”
“Hey now,” Bruno said, standing up to his full 6’3” height, his 260lbs of massive bulk once again intimidating little Kevin, “He’ll be fine, don’t worry.” he said with a smile before continuing, “I just had to take certain precautions before we do this thing, makes things easier.”
“Do what thing? You said you were going to help me get bigger. Did you… Did you beat Ryan up for his steroids or something?”
“Steroids? HA! No man, no. I mean, yeah, we’re all juice, we kinda have to, to get as big as we do. But no, I got something easier and less painful in mind for you.” He smiled and pointed over at his unconscious captive, “How would you like to be as big as old Ryan Spencer there?”
Kevin looked at Ryan, despite his fear in the moment; he was impressed with Ryan’s size. He didn’t know at the time, but Ryan often had to get special ordered clothing to fit his massively proportioned body correctly. Kevin could clearly see every detail of Ryan’s body as Bruno apparently stripped him down to only his athletic underwear, which left very little to the imagination, hinting at something quite massive down there as well.
Almost in a dreamlike daze, considering the possibility no matter how crazy it sounded, Kevin replied, “That would be awesome… But how?” He looked down at himself and then back to Ryan before turning to Bruno and saying, “I mean, look how small I am, I’ll never be big as you guys.”
“Well, not with that attitude, you won’t. But check this out!” Bruno said, pulling out a small device, barely bigger than a remote control, and looking an awful lot similar to one too. “C’mon over here man, I won’t hurt you, and you’re going to love this anyway!”
Bruno put the remote in Kevin’s hand, while he then manipulated Ryan’s hands, still bound in his unconscious lap, to grasp the opposite side. “Good, now press that big button there in the middle. Yeah, just like that.”
Kevin hesitated for a moment, but did as he was told; and then suddenly…
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That was a few months ago, Kevin has gotten used to his new mass and size during that time, even becoming good friends with his benefactor Bruno and his crew. They’d work out together and party on the weekends, doing typical college dude stuff.
The coach had no choice but to cut Ryan from the team, after all, who ever heard of a 5’4” 115lbs linebacker? Poor kid would get creamed on the field – way too big a liability in every sense of the word. The coach tried desperately to recruit Kevin to the team, seeing as he had the size and he suspected speed to be one hell of a linebacker – But Kevin had no interest in football, playing or watching it, and only tagged along to a few of Bruno’s games to cheer on his new buddy.
And yeah, Bruno’s plan worked out perfectly. With no one else the coach could to turn to, he became the first string linebacker for the team, and even though he would never be as good as Ryan Spencer, that didn’t matter now that Ryan was seeing things from a new perspective, right?
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Me and my two brothers decided to go to the MuscleT Convention, at first it was kinda weird for me that my two younger brothers who had never been really into fitness and usually prefer to stay inside playing video games and reading comics decided to go to a fitness convention they both had short and wimpy physiques so they didn’t fit right in with other muscle men. On the other hand I was a total meathead since the day i was born i had always been the big brother, much taller than both of my brothers and since i was always working out and doing sports my muscles were huge, i had even competed and won some local bodybuilding competitions, so when my brothers told me there was some convention for muscleheads i was kinda surprised but hey maybe they want to stop being such weaklings and start working out like his big bro.
As we arrive at the convention they gave us some tank tops wich had kinda of weird desing for my two brothers they tanktops had a desing of a wimpy looking arm which was flexing but the arm was so small that it was barely noticable while they give me a tanktop that said “meat head” with a big red M. They told us we needed to wear the tank tops so we could be identified and pointed us to the entrance which instead of a regular door it was some kind of weird metal cylinder that was so long that you could barely see the small ligth at the end of the metal tunnl (man this looks more and more than one of their sci fi nerd conventions than a Bodybuilding convention i tough) regardless me and my two brothers started walking but the cylinder was so dark and long that soon lost track of them after walking for some minutes i made to the other side, as my eyes get used to the ligth after getting out of the dark tunnel
I finally saw the convention which looked like a regular fitness convention, except for one small detail EVERYONE WAS A FREAKING GIANT, I was a very tall guy at 6´7 ft but these guys were humongous they would probably be at 9ft tall ,a closer inspection show me that these giants had a similar tank top to my brothers except that instead of a wimpy arm flexing there was a huge bicep in their tankstop, and even closer inspection shows me that next to those giants they were regurlar size people more or less my size but they were really wimpy even wimpier than my brother and they were all wearing a similar shirt like mine with the “Meathead” tittle in red letters.
My mind was thinking as fast as i could when suddenly i feel a huge pair of hands grabbing by my shoulders, as i turned around i saw the face of my two little brothers, instead they were not little anymore , they were as tall as those giants in the conventions, and their skinny physiques were now fairly muscular, they were both smiling cockily while looking down at me
“Hey big bro they said at the same time”
“What is going on why are you so huge, why is everybody here so huge!!” I asked
“Well its kinda the thing that happens after you go through a size transfer machine,” one of them said
“A what??” I asked
“Yeah big bro we were kinda tired of you been the big man around the house so we decided to bring you to the Muscle T convention aka muscle transfer convention, in here both muscle guys and little guys switch sized just to see what it feels to be in the other one shoes, we are not huge you are just small now” the other one said
“What no it cant be that must be a dream i said as I grab my head trying to calm myself however as i did , i could see how my big muscular arm suddenly shrunk itself a bit not looking as ridiculously huge as usual, at the same time both of my brother’s muscles grew, their pecs and shoulder inflate, as their arms gained more size and definition”
“Yeah they told us that muscles don’t transfer as quick as height might take some minutes before you lose all your muscles,” one of my brothers said looking at my confused expression, even the arm logo in his shirts had gained some inches after I was drained
“No this cant be we gotta get out of here,” i said as i try walking back to the cylinder” However i didn’t go to far before my brother move their huge bodies and blocked the exit
“Oh but you cant do that big bro we paid for a full day event they are a lot of activities we need to go, don’t you agree dear brother?” said one of my huge brother as he looked to my other gigantic brother
“Sure they are a lot of things that you like, like wrestling, arm wrestling and even a bodybuilding competition just that this time you had to do them from our perspective so let’s go they area lot of things to do and we are already running late for the first activity”
“With that they grab my arms in a lock and between them lifted me from the ground as they started to walk towards the activities room, while I was in the air i felt how my arms and the rest of my body quicly started to lose muscles, my arms and pecs quickly dissapearing,i was getting so thin that i was about to get out of my brothers lock however at the same time, their decent arms exploded in size giving them massive and veiny biceps like the ones i used to had, their shoulder also increaded tremendously as I got squeeze betwween the two cannonballs that were now my little bros shoulders trapping me and avoiding me to escape, Both of my brothers just looked at the image of me been carried only by their shoulders and just laughed as they continue their way to the first activity…
It still feels weird seeing my friends at this angle though I should really accustomed to it having done it a handful of times now.
- Bro we can’t thank you enough for letting us borrow most of your mass. We promise to win our contests and when we’re back we’ll return you to your rightful size . . . . . also maybe we can try this in our private time? Honestly we think you’re cute like this and we can’t get enough with our new size . . . . . and we still haven’t tried if the two of us can share our mass to you.
Molnar + Curry
My grandfather here is so happy in winning his case, especially since his is the first where the criminals’ size gets transferred to him the victim. The criminal Greg was a big guy around 6′5ft and close to 300 lbs of brawn.
Everyone and anyone had flocked towards the chambers for this moment and by god what a moment it was. The pod where Greg was opened first and we saw coming out was guy smaller than what my grandpa was when he entered, then when my grandpas pod opened he needed help getting out as he was squeezed inside. Now around 7ft and who knows how heavy he is now my grandfather has welcomed his renew vitality and even helps the town with his new strength and size.
Uhm Bon I know you’re into big dudes but aren’t I big enough here?
--I’m not sure either. The book says the size we transferred should’ve been enough minutes ago . . . . unless. The freak Brock must’ve had a size fetish or something!
Don’t kink shame and so what if he’s into that we’re into size stuff too you know.
--Yeah but the spell also gets stronger with desire so here you are still growing but if this continues. . . . .
Hmmm if this keeps going let’s play for a while before I get too big and look I can carry you so easily with one hand
A Donation From Big Bro
Having been left by their father since they were kids, half-brothers Jason and Blake grew up separately. Jason, 26, the older of the two, chose to leave the house 10 years ago to try and live independently. Meanwhile Blake, 18, the younger brother, was left to grow up with his mother.
Jason got a small job when he left and when he had his first pay, he invested in a gym membership. His investment obviously paid off. Seeming to have gotten some of the best genes, he grew up to be 6'2 and 260 lbs of muscle. His body, partnered with his chiseled face, tan skin, and jet black hair could really make many heads turn whenever he walks by.
Blake on the other hand, chose to focus more on his studies. In fact, he just finished high school and is now an incoming college freshman. After moving in his dorm and unpacking, he lied down and scrolled on social media and that's when he saw it, his older brother's profile. He looked through Jason's photos and he was wowed by how his brother looked. At 5'5 and 130 lbs, he was nowhere near the looks of his brother. They do look alike but besides their body, Blake's wavy brown hair separates the two.
Blake continued scrolling on Jason's profile and he discovered that Jason is now a personal trainer and is actually the owner of the gym near his college campus. Blake put some thought into it and decided that he wanted to turn his body around in college, he wanted to be the heartthrob of the campus.
Jason was about to sleep when his phone suddenly vibrated. He checked and saw that someone had messaged him. He immediately recognized the name and photo, it's his little brother and he wants to meet with him.
Tomorrow morning came and Blake was nervous as he's about to meet his older brother after 10 years. He looked around and saw huge figure of a man. The man was wearing sweatpants paired with a tank top. His shoulders were wide, his arms defined, his back tapering into a V shape, his legs shaped like boulders.
"J-Jason?" Blake called.
The man looked behind him and down at Blake. Blake was met with the man's portruding pecs. It was Jason.
"Blake? Hey little bro. Wow, you've really grown, young man!" Jason said to his brother.
"I can say the same thing to you. Wow, you're huge, man!" Blake replied.
"Thanks man, I've put a lotta work into this body" Jason said, flexing his biceps in front of his brother. "So why did you want to meet after all this years?" Jason followed.
"I want to be built and jacked, and I think you're the one that can help me." Blake answered, touching his thin arms.
"Well, I'm flattered, little man..." Jason smirks.
"So, what do you say?" Blake followed up.
"Let’s make you huge, lil bro!" Jason exclaimed.
Jason really stayed true to his word. He began training Blake intensively. To Blake's surprise, he started gaining weight and really noticed changes happening on his body. After training for 6 months, his weight went from 130 lbs to 150. He saw his abs being visible, his chest starting to portrude, his bicep having a bump. Blake enjoyed these changes.
One night after training, Jason and Blake went to the shower room, going into separate cubicles. They were both pumped after working out and Blake was really feeling his body. But Blake wanted to see how Jason looks, so he peeked into Jason's cubicle as Jason was busy showering. Blake saw Jason's wide V tapered back leading down his ass, but the biggest treat was when he saw what was at front. Jason turned, eyes closed, and Blake saw his thick, monstrous 10 inch cock. Blake immediately felt his own cock harden. Blake couldn't help it, he took a picture of his view of Jason and went back to his cubicle.
The brothers finished showering. Blake put some shorts on and before he put on a shirt, he flexed a bit in front of the mirror, admiring his progress. Jason enters the room to change, with only a towel on his waist, when he sees Blake flexing.
"Feels great huh? Seeing your progress in the mirror." Jason says while smiling.
"Yeah but now with you beside me, damn I'm dwarfed." Blake answers.
"You'll get there lil bro." Jason says while raising an arm into a bicep pose.
Jason flexes his other arm, posing a double bicep. He puts them down and proceeded to flex a couple more poses. Meanwhile Blake can't help but stare at his brother, admiring his frame. Jason sees Blake staring and he smiled.
"It's okay bro, you can touch." Jason says to his staring brother.
Blake almost instantly reaches for his brother's pecs, feeling the size of it in his small hands. Blake can't help but let out a sigh of amazement. His hands then move to Jason's rounded shoulders, going to his biceps.
"Chest is 58 inches, biceps are 24 inches." Jason proudly states, flexing them. He then raises his towel a bit. "Calves 21 inches, Thighs 30 inches" He adds.
Jason feels his ego rise, with his little brother admiring his body that he put a lot of effort into. He flexes his abs while Blake rubs his hands on the rock-hard surface, feeling the crevices. Jason turns around, flexing his wide back, tapering into a V-shape. Blake touches the wall-like back of his brother.
Blake feels himself getting aroused and his cock starts to harden. He almost let out a moan, but he suppressed it upon realizing. He becomes afraid his brother will see so he stopped and put his shirt on.
"I need to go, I gotta pack for the winter break." Blake blurts out. "See you in two weeks, I guess?" He says.
"Actually, make that a month. I'll be going out of the country to collaborate with other gym influencers" Jason answers.
"Oh, okay then..." Blake says back.
"Continue your workouts huh lil bro. I don't want you getting smaller when I get back." Jason cockily teases as Blake leaves.
Blake gets home to his dorm, taking his shorts off and letting his hard 4 inch cock out. He takes out his phone and opens the photos he took earlier, looking at his brother’s huge body and monstrous cock. He begins stroking his cock, feeling more and more aroused as he zooms in on his big bro.
"Ughhh Jason fuck" He moans. He begins touching his body sensually, making his breaths heavier. He imagines his big bro's enormous pecs, larger-than-grapefruit biceps, washboard abs. He feels himself get closer and closer.
"Ughhh sh- shit"
"Oh fuck uh- huge"
"Ugh ughh"
"oH- UGHHHNN!" With a wave of pleasure, he cums. His cum shoots everywhere. "Ughh uhh" Blake moans and breathes heavily. He then passes out.
That's when he realizes, he wants Jason's size. He wants his height. He wants his body, from his strong arms, thick legs, to his heavily muscled torso. He wants all of Jason to himself.
Immediately, he went looking for a way to gain what he wants to take. He searched books and the web and after three days, he found one. He got it and he was excited to make his fantasies real. But in the meantime, he followed what Jason told him and he continued his workouts extensively. He chased for growth.
Finally, a month has passed. Blake was excited to see Jason again. He was thrilled to show how consistent he has been. In a month, he added about 10 lbs. Not just that, being in his teenage years, he grew an inch in height, making him 5'6 and 140 lbs. He might not be as big and lean as his brother, but he is filling out his frame quite nicely. His chest now pushes out his shirt, his abs more fuller looking, and his biceps now fit his sleeves perfectly. But beyond all of that, he was excited for his plan. He knew that in a short period of time, his biggest desire will be reality.
Blake went to the gym before the sun could rise. He knew that Jason has arrived and that he would be working out. Blake was right, he saw his brother right away. Jason was even bigger than last time, making Blake want him more.
"Hey Jason" Blake greeted.
"Hey lil bro! Long time no see. Damn bro, you're filling out quite nicely." Jason greets back.
"You're not getting any smaller either... By the way, I got us this sports drink." Blake gives his brother one.
"Thanks bro, perfect timing, I'm about to start my workout." Jason takes a few sips and went on to start his workout.
"Great, I'll join you then." Blake drinks his own sports drink and grins, following Jason to the weightroom.
Jason starts doing push-ups for warm-up. As he approaches 30 reps, he started feeling off. He felt a strange sensation throughout his body, kinda like the feeling when having an orgasm.
"Ughh- oh" Jason groans as he stops his push-ups and falls to the ground.
"Hey, you okay, big bro?" Blake asked.
"I'm fine, I think it's just my amount of sleep catching up on me." Jason answered unsure.
"Here, drink up." Blake handed Jason's sports drink to him. Blake made sure Jason drank of all of it, grinning as he does so.
"Alright then, let's help you get bigger. Let's do bench press." Jason said to Blake.
"Careful with this one, lil bro" Jason loaded 155 lbs plates on the bar and spotted Blake. Blake lifted it and did 10 reps with it. "Too easy!" he said. Jason was surprised.
"My turn, little man!" Jason said, loading 460 lbs on the bar. Jason lifted the bar and started repping. As he was doing so, his mind was flooded with sexual images. He started to get turned on.
"Ughhh" Jason started to moan and groan with every breath everytime the bar descends. He feels his cock getting hard so he put the bar back into place.
"H-hold on a little" Jason stood up, and went to the locker room to avoid Blake from seeing his hard-on. But blake already noticed it, he smirked.
Jason went into the locker room, his mind all over the place. He feels so sensitive. All that's in his mind makes him wanna orgasm. Little does he know, Blake's the one behind it.
Blake followed into the locker room and saw Jason. "Hey big bro, what's going on? Come on let's continue." Blake said to his brother.
"Blake, oh uhm. I- I'm just..." Jason explains, trying to cover his hard-on.
Blake gets closer to Jason. "Come on big bro..." Blake said, touching the tent on Jason's shorts. "Ughhhh" Jason lets out a whimper.
Jason doesn't understand what he's feeling, he's not gay, but what Blake is doing is really turning him on. Blake took Jason's shirt off and started lowering Jason's shorts.
"You want to help me get bigger, right?" Blake said to his brother.
"Y-yes" Jason staggeringly answers.
"Good, bro" Blake said as he takes Jason's shorts off, revealing Jason's hardened masculinity, growing into 11 inches.
Without any warning, Blake put Jason's cock in his mouth, making him moan. Blake started sucking, working his way on Jason's cock. Jason can no longer suppress his moans.
Jason feels this sinking feeling as he nears his orgasm. The pleasure was wild and he feels closer and closer as Blake moves up and down his shaft. A shudder ran down his body and his balls start churning.
"Ughhhh fuuu-" Jason cums. Blake made sure to swallow every bit of it as it shoots hard into his mouth. Jason was overwhelmed with pleasure. He fell into the bench behind him, eyes closed.
Blake felt himself get taller, he felt his limbs extending and his view getting higher. As his body gets lengthier, the bulk he had put on disappears, his muscles adjusting into his body.
Meanwhile, the opposite happens to Jason. He feels his spine shorten and retract. With that, his muscles enlarge, adjusting to his shortening frame. His pecs and arms bulged out, his legs grew thicker.
"Wh-what did you do to me?" Jason said upon opening his eyes and seeing his short frame.
"You helped me grow, isn't that what we wanted?" Blake answered.
"Y-yes" Jason said, but he felt something was wrong.
Seeing his brother's enlarged muscles made Blake more and more excited, so he proceeded to the next step. "I'm gonna get so massive with what we will be doing." He said.
Blake lays Jason down the bench and grabbed his brother's still hard cock. He rode it and lowered himself onto it. Blake moved up and down, filling Jason with pleasure. Jason's cock started to spew pre-cum. Blake's body started reacting to it. He felt his body start to swell with muscle. Blake touched Jason's hard pecs and squeezed it as he bounces on his cock.
Blake feels his body expand outward as he absorbs more of Jason's precum. His pecs start to form, his biceps tensing into a ball, his abs forming crevices. Jason feels Blake get heavier.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum again- ohhh!" Jason finally shoots his load inside Blake. Jason's bulk slowly shrank into him. His biceps slowly thinned out, his treetrunk legs became weak, his torso got drained of its size, his chest on which Blake is grabbing on to lowered slowly from being mountains to a flat surface.
"Ohhh fuck- ughh!" Blake can't help but groan as he feels his body fill up. He flexes a double bicep pose as his arms expand into mounds of rock. Meanwhile his legs got thicker and thicker, proportioning into his new height. His pecs grow into boulders, rivaling melons, he touches them and squeezes them.
"Fuck, yes!" Blake exclaims as he poses his muscles. He went to the scale and measured his height and weight.
"6'4 and 270 lbs, damn. Only one thing left." Blake says to himself as he gets back to Jason.
Blake stands Jason up and turns him around. "Hey bro, just one last thing and we're done." Blake said to Jason's ear, caressing Jason's cock in his hand.
Jason's cock immediately springs back up to life. Jason whimpers as he feels pleasure build up with Blake stroking his cock. While doing so, Blake slides his 4 incher into Jason's hole. Jason moans as intense pleasure fills hin again, but he can't cum.
"You're gonna help me grow right?" Blake says.
"Y-yes, anything for you ugh-" Jason answered.
"Even my cock?" Blake follows up.
"Yes, take it. Take my fucking cock."
As pre-cum comes out of Jason's cock, Blake feels it slowly dwindle into his hand while his own cock grows and more and more enters Jason's ass. Blake starts thrusting, making Jason feel more pleasure, all as he strokes Jason's cock. Blake's cock grows and grows inside Jason, going into 12 inches. Jason's, however, retracted into Blake's hand, it shrank into 3 inches.
"Ughh, please Blake... I need to cum" Jason whimpers.
"Not until I do. Ughhh!" Blake cums into Jason's ass the largest he has ever cum.
"Ughhh- shi- ughh!" Jason moans as he experiences being cummed in the ass for the first time.
The two brothers experience their greatest orgasm, but one while experiencing his fantasy and one while experiencing loss.
Jason shoots cum from his now 3 incher, moaning and passing out in the process.
Blake pulls out his brother and admires his new 12 incher shooting more load on his passed out brother. He flexes on the mirror he once flexed on with his brother a month ago, but now being the superior one.
"Thanks for the donation... little bro." He said as he leaves his brother in the locker room.
Jason gains consciousness and snaps out of the drink's effects, realizing what had just happened.
