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“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

Growth Spice

(GrowingGuys redux)

———

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and saw Corey rummaging through the refrigerator. I was wearing one of his button downs, loosely hanging over my tight, twink body, and my underwear. He stood confidently in his boxer briefs, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

I approached him from behind and slapped him on his ass, giving him a startle, “Good morning,” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Morning, babe,” he answered, kissing me back, “Sleep well?”

“Well enough, I think you threw off my center of gravity last night.”

He laughed heartedly, “You were pretty good too, bro,” he smiled at me.

Corey had taken me home last night after some drinks with the rest of the office staff. I had never really taken notice in him. He had aways been generally cute, but at an athleisure company you’re gonna be surrounded by cute guys. However, he seemed to have gained pounds and pounds of muscle just within a month and a half or so. Everyone thought he was on roids, which first of all isn’t an issue, and second of all wasn’t even the case, I don’t think. Even on top-of-the-line steroids, you wouldn’t be able to stack on the amount of mass he did in such a short time. Nah, there was something special he was doing, I just couldn’t place it. I looked at him sipping his orange juice as he started walking back to his room to get dressed.

“Just OJ?” I asked

“Not really hungry, you know? Just need a jolt of energy and some V-C.”

“Come on, you have to present in front of admin today. I’ll make you some eggs.”

He sighed and smiled, “Fine, just make it quick. I’ll be getting ready. Eggs in the fridge, spices in the cupboard.”

“I think I can find my way around the kitchen,” I remarked and laughed.

“I don’t know man, you white people like your food bland as hell!” we both laughed.

“Bitch please, I’m making these gourmet.” He chuckled and walked back into the bedroom.

———

I got the eggs out and started to scramble them over the stove. As they gathered heat, and before they could solidify too much, I looked through his spice cupboard for something to flavor them. Paprika, garlic salt, parsley, pepper… that ought to do it. Something caught my eye. At the back of the cupboard was a big white jug with a fine white powder in it. It had a piece of tape with “GAINZ” marked across it. I got it out, opened it, and smelled it. It had no discernable smell. I licked my finger and touched it and put it to my mouth and tasted it. I couldn’t really taste anything. Thinking there might have been some faint flavor to it that I just wasn’t catching, I pinched a little between my fingers and tried some more of it. Must have been some sort of flavorless protein powder that he could add to any recipe. With Corey looking the way he does, I’m sure he snuck protein into just about everything he ate. I dumped about half a cup of it into the eggs, worrying that I might have overdone it because I admittedly don’t know the first thing about protein powder. Once everything had mixed and incorporated well, I tried a bit of cooked egg in the pan to confirm I didn’t fuck it up too much with the powder. Nope, not too chalky, just right. I continued cooking the eggs, making sure the runny parts got adequately cooked.

Suddenly, I felt winded and lightheaded. My body felt hot and like some unseen pressure was simultaneously weighing down on it and pushing out of it. I felt an extreme nausea and a hot, energetic pulsing feeling throughout my body. I felt paralyzed, as though if I were to move a muscle, I would either vomit or faint. From what I could see, it seemed as though I was rising, not as though I was floating but as though gaining several inches in height. Then, I felt all of the muscles in my body tense at once, feeling as though I had undergone a full body workout of 500 sets with 5000 reps each. It was excruciating. In my paralyzed state, I couldn’t call out for help or yell, I could only grunt in pain, hoping that Corey could hear me and come to save me or call an ambulance or something. It started to feel as though my muscles were being pushed forward from my body, stretching my skin, my underwear, and Corey’s dress shirt. It was incredibly painful but also somehow felt intensely erotic. The constricting feeling of Corey’s button down against my chest, back, and arms suddenly disappeared as I heard the seams explode and shred in a deafening tear, the dress shirt sliding off of me in ribbons of fabric. I didn’t even notice that my pained grunts were growing into groans of ecstasy. I didn’t realize I was still holding the heavy cast iron pan with the eggs, as it felt like a feather now. Finally, I heard a strong, creaking, stretchy sound, as my underwear strained against my cock. I could feel it swelling heavier and heavier tripling in both girth and length, my testicles swelling to an enormous, churning, kiwi-sized. The stretching sound continued as I felt myself instantly growing hard, but still unable to see my true size.

The intense pain and nausea that had plagued me for the last several moments finally relinquished, just as quickly as it had began. I was released from my paralysis and began exhaling and inhaling heavily, feeling as though I hadn’t breathed in a full 2 minutes. I looked down at what I had become, marveling over the sheer size of me and the beauty of my new body. I mean, goddamn, I was almost as big as Corey in several places, and certainly taller! I looked over and noticed Corey in the archway of the kitchen in his business clothes, noticeably hard from what he had seen. Speak of the devil.

“What… the hell… was that?” I asked between pants, hearing my familiar yet new and booming deep voice for the first time.

“Well shit, I guess my secret’s out.” he adjusted himself and gestured to the jug marked ‘GAINZ.’ “How much did you use?”

“Shit… I don’t know… a little over a tablespoon to myself? Maybe two?”

“Two tablespoons?!” he shouted back. “Goddamn, you’re supposed to sprinkle a pinch of that stuff on one meal per day!”

I was surprised by his strict tone, “Sorry, Corey, I’m so sorry!” I began to feel intense guilt over what I had done, feeling as though I may cry. “I promise I didn’t mean to waste so much of it! I’ll pay you back, I swear, just please don’t hate me!”

Corey became even more aroused. Apparently seeing a beast like me in such a raw display of emotion and vulnerability really turned him on.

“Hey, hey! No babe, it’s okay,” he approached me and wrapped his beefy arms around me, kissing me on my bulging shoulders and angular cheeks. “I’m not mad, I swear. It’s just, whew, it’s a lot, I mean… Shit, man, I’m uh…” he bit his lip and grinded his hips against my side and I could feel his raging boner pressing up against me. I looked down at him and smiled and he cupped my hard package in his strong hands. “I’m really starting to think I could forgive you.”

He squeezed my package a bit harder and I let out a shuddering chuckle, feeling the guilt lift off my shoulders. I played a long and bounced my pecs for him, “I’ll just have to find a way to make it up to you.”

We both giggled, and Corey looked down at the pan of scrambled eggs. “So how much is in the eggs?” he asked.

“About half a cup,” I laughed.

“Jesus Christ…” he tilted the pan and looked at the potent eggs. “Two regular bites of this and I bet you’d hit 10 feet. Shit, even if we split that between the two of us, I don’t think we could both fit in the apartment!” he laughed.

I looked up at the high vaulted ceilings in his apartments and felt myself getting insanely hard at the thought of it. Fuck yeah, let’s do that! I’d say I’m addicted now!

“Get us some forks, then.” I said with genuine earnest.

“Woah, woah, woah, man! Take it easy… Maybe we could go camping and try that out sometime—maybe—but not today. Besides, am I supposed to present to the board 10 feet tall and wrapped in a tablecloth?” I tilted my head and envisioned the possibility and Corey just shook his head with a sly grin. I felt pretty bummed out. How hot would that be? I didn’t want to wait to camp, I wanted to try it now!

“I tell you what,” he said, clearly seeing my disappointment and trying to convince me out of the idea. Corey liked to be big, but he was clearly not as interested in my idea of getting really big. He loosened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor and shucked off his boxer briefs, his huge black cock springing up and out and slapping my upper thighs, “How about we… break in the new you, and then we’ll see if we can find something that will fit you.”

I rubbed my crotch and smiled down at him, “Sounds good to me. What about these though?” I asked, holding up the pan of eggs.

“Those unfortunately are trash,” he took the pan and dumped it out the open window into the ally below his apartment, and I gasped watching them fall below. “But you, babe,” he turned my chin away from the window and towards him again, “are far from that.” We grinned sensuously at each other and he dragged me by the front of my underpants back into his bedroom, loosening his tie.

———

In the alley below, the pile of eggs landed wetly on the pavement. A homeless guy, a skinny young man way down on his luck, woke up from his sleep at the sound of them hitting the ground. The financial firm layed him off, his wife had run off with his business partner, the bank had foreclosed on his home, and, without any living family from which he could ask for some help, he was living on the streets—riches to rags, like some cruel joke. Not hesitating, he started to crawl towards the eggs. He hadn’t had a bite to eat in days, he could feel his stomach grumbling loudly. Hell, he bet he could eat the entire pile from the filthy ground. Fuck dignity.

He scooped handful after handful into his mouth, scarfing down as much as he could and as quickly as he could until not a speck of egg remained on the pavement. He finished his meal, smiling and satisfied, heaving heavy breaths. His breathing suddenly became more laborered as his felt himself cramping and aching. Was this from eating too quickly? No this was more intense, this was something else. His curled into himself on the pavement, wrapping his arms around his stomach and praying for relief, his insides feeling like they were 1000°F. He felt like he was either going to explode like a bomb or be literally boiled alive from the inside. What the fuck kind of luck did he have? Poisoned eggs now?? Is that really what’s going to kill him? He didn’t realize it in his tortured state, but his luck was about to turn in the biggest way.

The pain began to slowly dissipate and he rolled over onto his back, still breathing rapidly and in pounding pain but no longer feeling on the verge of death. What the fuck was that? Wait…. something else was happening. He felt impossibly strong pressure in and around his body as he began involuntarily convulsing, thrashing and writhing. What the fuck? His arm involuntarily shot out from him and extended several feet. What the fuck? He looked wide eyed at it as his other one followed, then his feet. Still breathing as though hyperventilating, he began to… no, impossible. He see and feel himself swelling massively, impossibly huge, in literally all areas of his body. “Uuuuhhhgghh FUUCCKK” He groaned, his voice dropping several octaves, not entirely sure of whether or not he was going insane or his body was just on the verge of literally exploding. He looked down at himself and saw his hairy torso and legs become exposed as they poked out of his tearing, filthy, sweat-soaked clothing, his furry body still violently convulsing and thrashing, but exploding in size each and every direction with exponentially bigger muscle. He saw his cock, hard as a rock and pointed straight up and whipping around with his thrashing body, rise up and up and up and up, audibly stretching higher and goddamn thicker with every passing second. “OOOOOHH, FUUUCKK YEEEAAHHH!!!” he bellowed up to the sky, gripping his continuously swelling meat and pumping, his body continuing to convulse and grow with no sign of stopping. He still wasn’t sure what in the ever-living fuck was happening to him, but it was starting to feel erotic as shit instead of painful. If only his bitch wife and douchebag business partner could see him now. Again, fuck dignity, he was really, really gonna enjoy this.

His body finally began to develop some proportionality as his arms, legs, cock, balls, and torso caught up to each other in their chaotic, rapid, impossible, out of control growth, but still continued swelling, only this time in unity. “MMMRRRRMMFFFFFF FFFUUUCCCK YEEEAHHH!!!!” he bellowed again, followed by deep, insane laughter, as he continued pumping himself and his body continuing to grow unnaturally huge.

Commuter after commuter stopped dead in ther tracks as they passed by the alley, seeing a absolute fucking giant of a man sprawled across the alley, laughing and swearing deafeningly loud like a madman, stretching continuously across the pavement and expanding nearly from block to block, yanking his sedan-sized cock and massaging his massive beanbag sized nuts, as his gargantuan muscles and body swelled bigger and bigger.

He didn’t even seem to notice them though, intoxicated by the high of this kind of unbelievable self-pleasure. As he grew, grunting like a brute, laughing like a child with candy, he knocked back several dumpsters as if they were nothing. Nothing would impede this growth. In fact, if the commuters didn’t move from their current position, they would soon be crushed by his quickly approaching and ever-swelling feet.

———

Sweaty and spent, I finished inside Corey with a prolonged, orgasmic moan—looking down at Corey’s moaning, heaving state, I would say I successfully completed my first time topping in my life! I dislodged from him and saw rivers of my jizz spewing out of him.

“Alrighy, buddy, flip over! I’ll finish you off.”

Corey panted and laughed, still resting face down against the mattress, feeling the puddle of his own hot jizz cooling against his torso, “Nah, man, you’re good. I ‘finished off’ long ago. Fucking christ, you were deep, man…”

I grinned to myself, proud of the complement, slapped his round ass, and hopped up to wash myself. I went to the bathroom nude and turned on the shower. The water came spraying down and I absentmindedly scratched at my balls, bringing my fingers up to smell the new, powerful stretch my crotch created. Over the sound of the running water, I swore I could hear a low but thunderous grunting sound, as though one of the downstairs neighbors was blasting hardcore porn through loudspeakers. I paused and listened closer. No, it wasn’t coming from downstairs, it sounded like it was coming… from outside? In the alleyway? What the fuck? I shut off the water and I could hear the sound more clearly. It sounded like like a man, yes, but impossibly deep and low, like it was a distorted audio sample.

I left the bathroom, “Hey babe? Do you hear—“

Corey was standing nude next to his window, his cock rigid and pulsing, as he stared down out of the window towards the alley.

“What’s going on?”

He didn’t take his eyes away from the window but beckoned me over with one hand. I walked over to the window with a furrowed brow, looked down, jaw involuntarily dropping, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It looked as though a titan had fallen from the heavens and landed in the alleyway. This swelling, absolute fucking giant of a man was sprawled across the alley, nearly from end to end, with monstrously huge muscles covering every inch, or he should say foot at this point, of his body—and growing still—his arms almost a full story tall, his pecs the size of two California king mattresses, his abs like meaty boulders, one enormous hand wrapped around and pumping a cock the size of a limousine, and his other enormous hand massaging a set of nuts the size of weather balloons. He had a pleasant carpeting of hair covering his torso and chest, and had a cute angular face like—…. no, he couldn’t be.

It fucking was. I knew for sure it was! There’s this homeless dude that hung around my building a couple blocks away. I would give him whatever change I had on me when I saw him and made sure to make him a bagel in the morning along with my own before I head off to work. He was a cute, scruffy thing, just skinny as a rail and down on his luck. But not anymore. Fucking look at him! Holy fuck, no, not anymore.

His grunting quickened and he began bucking his hips up and down, nearing climax, and sending seismic tremors through the building as his hips hit the ground over and over. “Holy shit, bro, what did we do?” I could faintly hear Corey saying next to me. ‘We,’ what did we have to—… I gasped. He’s right! The fucking eggs! The giant in the alley tugged on his balls fiercely and sped up his stroking, as his eyes rolled up to the back of his head and crossed.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!” His voice thundered and shook the windows, as he erupted in orgasm unlike any mankind had ever seen or experienced. A fireman’s hose blast of cum shot out of his dick and fucking painted the side of Corey’s building in his jizz, ropes of it spraying forceful and heavy against the window where we were standing, sending a hairline crack up the middle of it from the pressure, and it started slowly dripping down, clearing our view again. So much fucking cum! It looked like he was pissing it! He was still moaning out in orgasmic bliss, as more ropes of it shot onto his hairy abs, chest, and face, and into the air, showering down loudly onto the pavement and onto his behemoth body. As it splashed around him, it formed titanic waves that lifted up and pushed away dirt, debris, and trash out of the alley.

He let go of his cock and balls, spent and exhausted, smearing his seed all over the carpet of hair on his bulging body, bringing his hands up to his face with webby trails of the ocean of jizz stringing between his fingers and trailing from his chest and torso. He greedily licked his hands clean with his gigantic, powerful tongue, and bellowed more thunderous laughter. He rolled over onto one size and started to prop himself up to stand, more jizz spilling off him, his hands and knees cracking the pavement and creating more craters, one side of his body inadvertently crushing the roof and walls of the warehouse next door. “WHOOPS…” he remarked with genuine innocence and finally propped himself up well enough in the alley that he could stand on two feet.

Standing erect, he pulled his arms back and arched his back a little in a stretch, but also showcasing his downright godly physique and tank-crushing arms. He was eye-level with Corey’s window now and turned around to face the jizz-soaked building next to him, his big brown eyes and gorgeous bearded face landing at our window. Without touching himself, Corey shot a load against the window with muffled grunts. The man noticed us and grinned at Corey, admiring his own effect on him. His eyes then landed on me. He squinted a bit—god I hope he recognizes me—and realized that the hunk standing in the window was actually the twink I used to be that he would see coming out of my building. He grinned widely, and I did too, each of us seeing dramatically different versions of the people we knew before.

Still grinning, he threw his head up in a greeting gesture and winked. Still grinning like an idiot and without touching myself, I shot my load against the window as well, gasping slightly. He grinned and licked his lips, then turned and walked away, stepping over to avoid cars and people as he started walking his way through town, leaving foot-shaped, massive indentations in the pavement as he went.

Corey stumbled back and collapsed on his bed, touching his face and uttering small ‘Oh my god’s and ‘I can’t believe it’s and ‘What the hell’s. While he tried to process what he just saw, I only had one thing on my mind.

I quickly left the bedroom—knowing I couldn’t let him get too far—and went to the kitchen, found a shaker bottle from the cabinets, poured it full of orange juice, and then grabbed the jug of the miracle powder. In a rush, I scooped a liberal helping of the stuff into the orange juice—easily ¾ a cup instead of half a cup—shook it up, and left the apartment in the nude, no time to find clothing—not that I would need it—leaving Corey in his bedroom to process what he saw.

I gotta catch up to him, I just gotta. I burst out of Corey’s apartment building in the nude and started jogging after the titan. No pedestrian seemed to care, that was far from the weirdest thing they had seen that day—or at least the weirdest thing they had seen so far. As I jogged, I popped open the shaker bottle and chugged all of its contents. I threw the shaker bottle behind me and it clonked against the pavement. The homeless man was skinny as a rail when I knew him, but I was now a behemoth in my own right. What kind of effect would this amount have on me now? I grinned, feeling my big cock harden and slap against my legs as I ran.

Oh fuck, here it comes! I continued jogging but I gritted my teeth and fought with everything I had through the pain, as my skin grew painfully tight, beet red, and boiling to the touch, watching the ground grow farther and farther away from my eyes as I shot up in height, and felt my already newly massive body begin to stack more and more mass on as my muscles bulged huger and huger, bound and determined to catch up with someone my own size. I could hear my grunts growing deeper and deeper, and started closing more distance, my swelling frame providing for longer strides. My cock grew impossibly huge, threatening to drag against the pavement at one point before my body caught up to it and fired me several dozen more feet into the air.

I was gonna let that hairy god fuck me, no matter how big I got. Maybe if we were real convincing and showed him the ecstatic, god-like power, we could convince Corey to join us.

“Yeah, that’s okay, babe! I get it,” Vannessa spoke softly through the phone in her usual higher feminine voice, looking out of the restaurant window facing the street. “Work sucks and networking never ends. It’s—no, no really, I’m fine! I’ll see you when you come back from the office. Okay….. Mmm-Ok, love you too. Byeeee.”

She hung up the phone, glaring down at her husband’s name and picture on the screen, and then looked back up to watch her husband hang up and tuck his phone back into his suit jacket pocket. He straightened his jacket, ran his hands through his hair and opened the door to the restaurant. Vannessa coughed and cleared her voice.

“This son of a bitch…” she spoke in a rich, deep voice and took another sip from her espresso. She caught the bastard cheating on her about a week ago with this stud and she’d been planning on her revenge ever since. She was fine with her husband being bi, she just would’ve appreciated some honesty and explanation before he went and embarrassed and betrayed her with some dude (whom she’ll admit is drop dead gorgeous but that doesn’t justify anything). It started with inhabiting the body of her husband’s new love, which was easy enough since he was very public on Instagram about his whereabouts. She’d left a note to her husband that she was leaving, but he wouldn’t find that until later, after she’d carried out her plan.

She intended to break his heart, like really break his heart. Hell, he’d done the same to her, so it was only right that she do it to him. She planned to use her new body to its full advantage, make her husband feel awful for a change. She would give him an incredible night out, she best fucking he’d ever had in his life, and then she’d tell him it’s over, that she’d way out of his league abs that it’ll never work—and she’d be right! She *was* way out of his league now, she was bigger, better, hotter, and thicker than anyone he’d ever hope to find again. He could try to get back with his “wife,” but she had a feeling that “she” was letting all kinds of similarly bigger, better, hotter, and thicker dudes to fill her hole right now.

For now, Vannessa felt great in her new body. She loved the confidence walking around in this studly physique gave her, she turned herself on every time she got a look at her smirking face in the mirror, and she was surprisingly adept at working her new thick cock, as 3 different guys at the gym this afternoon could attest to. But for now…

“Hey, man!” her husband pipped up at her approached the table.

Vannessa grinned and stood up. ‘Let it begin,’ she thought. “Hey yourself!”she boomed as she wrapped her arms around him, which he reciprocated, as she dove her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. Her husband was surprised but welcomed it as he caressed Vannessa’s new side muscles and abs. His cock instantly swelled and pressed against Vannessa’s hip, so she let hers do the same to him, wrapped her powerful arms around him and sliding her strong middle finger up the line of his crack over his tight suit pants. Her husband’s body stiffened and he pushed her away with a gasping breath.

Vannessa grinned widely. “Too far?” she murmured down (down! she’d never been taller than her husband!) to him.

“A little,” he gasped with a laugh. “I don’t want to bust one in the middle of this restaurant.”

“True, let’s save that for the main course,” she beamed, lightly slapping her husband’s ass and squeezing his cheek.

They sat down and enjoyed their meal; well, Vannessa enjoyed a large steak and lobster dinner on her husband’s dime (what?! a big boy’s gotta eat!), and her husband sipped water and munched on a side salad like the dutiful bottom he is. She was going to wreck him, and she was so looking forward to it.

“I’m so glad I found you, babe,” her husband grinned, reaching across the table and squeezing Vannessa’s large hand. She looked at the hand and saw the tan line on his ring finger. She felt her neck and chest muscles glaring as she tried to control herself. She simply squeezed back harder, rubbing the side of his hand with her large thumb.

“Me too, babe,” she said as she felt her cock pressing hard against her tight pants, leaking wet pre inside, wanting nothing more than to pulverize her bastard husband’s ass. “You have no idea.”

Sweet Dreams

Chase was never one to stay over at people’s houses, but 11 beers and half a blunt left him with no other options.

It wasn’t even something he thought about at this point, he knew that he could go out and have all the fun he wanted to and that he would eventually find his way back to the comfort and privacy of his own bed. It wasn’t a matter of being anti-social, he just knew that he couldn’t control his dreams, and when he couldn’t control his dreams then... well, stuff happens.

This was the first house parties he went to since he moved away for college, and it was indeed a warm welcome to his new home away from home. Justin, a kind upperclassman that Chase had met during summer orientation, invited him as a welcoming gesture, though he had no idea what it would have in store for him. Liquor poured freely, weed was shared liberally, music was blasted loudly, it was a hell of a time. So much of a hell of a time, in fact, that Chase lost his senses at a certain point.

He was sitting on one of Justin’s couches when he passed out, and the party continued on without him. Justin passed by a few times to see the quiet freshman passed out his couch and just laughed shaking his head every time. Too much too quickly. It happens to everyone once the move away from home, he knew. As the party thinned out, folks started asking Justin if they should call Chase a ride home, but Justin said that Chase could crash on the couch where he was, he wasn’t hurting anyone.

The last of the attendees left and Justin was prepared to go straight to bed. He stopped by Chase and threw a blanket next him, assuming he’d wrap himself up in it during the night. He took one last look at the scrawny freshman and went to bed.

———

Chase’s dreams always went in weird directions. In this particular instance, he was thinking back to one of his childhood friends, Manollo (‘Manny’ for short). Manny had always been daring and fun, something Chase never really considered about himself but something he loved in Manny because it got him out of his shell. He was also always so cute to look at. He had the charming sunny appearance and demeanor his Polynesian ancestry gave him, but Chase had always imagined him bigger, better, thicker. If Manny could embrace the thick, muscular body type of his ancestors, he’d be irresistible.

In his dream, Chase and Manny were running around his childhood home’s backyard, chasing each other and laughing. They were full grown adults in this dream, each of them presumably home from their respective universities, but they were behaving with such a playful carelessness that Chase missed from his youth.

They eventually collapsed on the grass and laid next to each other, panting heavily. Chase looked over.

“I miss this! We need to come back from university more often.” Chase cooed.

“Way more often,” Manny concurred, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning over to look at Chase. “But we’re so busy! You’re going to class so often and I’m always in the gym!”

Chase looked over at Manny, “In the gym?” He asked, somewhat surprised Manny had never really been a gym-goer.

“Of course, dummy,” Manny playfully jabbed at Chase’s arm. “How else would I have gotten these?”

Manny sat up from his lying position and flexed a double bicep pose. In the span of seconds, his arms swelled from average, standard limbs to massive twisting pythons of muscle. He just kept grinning widely at Chase.

“Or these?” He crosses both arms in front of him and flexes, watching his shoulders bulge larger and rounder while his pecs balloon out thick and hard. His body stretched and broadened to accommodate his huge new physique as a six pack bulged out of his torso. He was growing muscular all over, but he was also maintaining that Polynesian thickness that Chase so loved.

“Oh wow! Am I making you hard, Chase?”

Chase could hardly answer in his dream, he was so captivated by his friend’s sudden growth. But in answer to Manny’s question: yes, Chase was rock hard. To make matters worse (or better), Chase was only just now noticing that Manny was completely nude, whereas before he had been covered from the waist down. Chase could see that Manny was sporting a hard 6 incher, something he had seen plenty of times before growing up with Manny. He kept excitedly changing his sitting position, but making sure his cock rubbed against the ground each time.

“Damn, dude, me too! I’m still growing down there. It just...” Manny slowly started deliberately rocking his hips against the ground where he was sitting. If he was innocently adjusting his sitting position before, he was now clearly dry humping the ground in a way that rubbed his cock against the soft grass, “...keeps getting...” he kept rocking back and forth with more fervor, squeezing his eyes closed and teasing his nipples, “...bigger!” his rocking intensified and his cock lengthened from its 6 inch length to an impressive 9 inch length while swelling considerably in thickness. His balls tumbled and swelled between his legs, giving him a massive sack to rest his new shaft on. His cock twitched a few more times, each time swelling more in thickness until he finally let out a shuddering sigh.

“Pretty big, right Chase?” Chase was frozen in place. “Feels even better than it did before, too! Golly, you should see how much cum I can fire out of this thing, Chase! You wanna see, Chase? You wanna feel it, Chase?”

Before waiting for an answer from Chase, Manny lifted him up from under his pits and carried him over on top of himself, as if Chase was a doll’s weight. Manny aligned his cock with Chases ass and lowered Chase onto it. Chase could feel the immense size and girth stretching him apart, but was numb to any pain.

“Wow Chase, your tight ass feels amazing! Mine is feeling pretty good, too! Feel it grow, Chase,” Manny gripped onto the backs of Chases hands with his own and guided them behind Manny, where Chase could feel Manny’s ass swell and lift him up higher off the ground with its dense musculature. Manny started bucking upwards, bouncing Chase up and down on his cock as his thighs began swelling larger, too. Manny brought his and Chase’s hands forward to feel his growing thighs, but Chase could no longer see his hands being guided by Manny’s. In fact, looking down he couldn’t see his own smaller erect cock, but Manny’s swollen monster sliding in and out of its foreskin over and over again, staring him in the face. It was as though Chase had been absorbed into Manny as they worshipped his growing body.

“Damn, look at our legs Chase! We could crush a watermelon between these thighs! And our calves...” Manny kept ogling at his growing body while Chase could feel himself and Manny nearing completion

Wait...

Wait.

This was all to good for Chase, this was obviously a dream. Oh shit...

Upon realizing that he was dreaming, Chase started panicking, trying to wake himself up and hoping to god that he wasn’t anywhere too public.

“Gotta go, Chase? Awww,” Manny panted as he continued pleasuring himself and swelling ever larger on the ground. “I didn’t even get to show you how much we can cum now!”

Manny’s voice was beginning to fade as Chase slipped back into consciousness. Shit, this was about to be a mess...

———

Justin woke up in a still-drunk haze. He took a deep inhale, stretched and threw the covers off of him, exposing him in just his gym shorts, and began walking to his kitchen to get a large bottle of water. His body felt as dry as a desert and if he didn’t get some water in his system pronto he would be feeling worse than shit in the morning.

He entered the living room from the hall and could see that Chase was still there, sleeping soundly, except—oh, holy shit, he had made himself very comfortable. Chase was now lying upwards on the couch, as Justin left him, but without a single article of clothing on his body. He was plenty drunk enough to completely disrobe himself, Justin presumed, but he couldn’t imagine being so bold to go naked on a friend’s couch. Whatever, can’t blame a guy too much..

Justin sauntered into the kitchen, but heard Chase let out a lengthy moan when he had his back turned. Justin turned around and could see Chase writhing and twitching in his sleep, moaning about something. ‘Weird guy,’ Justin thought with a grin. He turned around and kept walking towards the refrigerator, hearing Chase continue moaning from behind him.

he opened the door to the refrigerator and let himself be pleasantly cooled by the brisk air. Chase was still moaning in the living room. ‘Some dream,’ Justin mused. He grabbed a water bottle from the back of the refrigerator, but heard a louder, deeper moan from the living room. It sounded like another person.

“What the hell?” Justin remarked out loud.

He walked into the living room and could see Chase still on the couch writhing, but—wait, what?! Chase’s skin seemed to be deepening considerably in color, and his hair started growing darker and longer.

“Chase, man, what—..” Justin began quietly, but was interrupted by a deeper vocalizations than before as Chase’s arms and legs seemed to stretch longer, causing him to extend his legs and put an arm around his head.

Justin was without words. What the hell was happening? Chase continued moaning, but was also smiling in his sleep and interrupting his moans with small chuckles. His chuckles grew deeper and frequent until finally he took one long shuddering inhale of his breath. After several seconds of inhaling, Chase let out a heavy exhale.

As he exhaled, Chase’s body erupted in muscle so suddenly and so severely that it almost caused Justin to faint. His chest, abs, and arms rose to the surface hugely and rapidly, his back and shoulders stacked with meat and broadened to accommodate his new size, his ass pumped large and round, and his calves and thighs thickened substantially. Justin was floored. He swore he was about to bust after not even being hard seconds before. Chase’s transformation slowed but he still kept growing thicker and thicker. Another change was underway as Justin could see the blanket over Chase’s waist begin to shift and swell noticeably from underneath. Justin had no control over himself as a soft moan escaped his lips. Chase was no longer Chase. He wasn’t sure who he was exactly, just definitely not the scrawny freshman he was before.

Justin was about to approach Chase to get a better look, but Chase began to writhe on the couch much more than usual, indicating that he was probably about to wake up. Justin’s heart dropped and he ran to his room as quickly and quietly as he could, darting back into his room but standing close enough to the door to see what was about to happen.

———

Chase finally managed to wake himself from his dream right as he felt like he was about to really lose control. He groggily opened his eyes and surveyed the room, feeling the thudding haze of a hangover beginning to set on.

Even through his disoriented state, he could tell that he was still at Justin’s house, although the party seemed to be long over, with half full solo cups of liquor sprinkled all over the apartment.

“Shit,” he groaned, immediately noticing his deeper voice. He finally looked down at himself and saw that he was his wet dream rendition of his childhood friend, Manollo.

“Shit!” he hissed, feeling the sting of his headache and the shame of making the mistake of falling asleep in a place that wasn’t his own bedroom. He knew the risks, and he always took precautions, but this time he let his guard down and risked his new upperclassman friend discovering a strange... hunky man in his living room...

Fuck, ‘hunky’ indeed. Chase looked down on himself again, now appreciating his new form for the first time. His cock had been swollen since before he woke up, but he just now noticed it’s new surreal length and girth as it twitched in response to his arousal at his own body. Damn, some hot dream.

Chase knew he had to get out of there ASAP, but he also knew that he wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything until he rubbed one out, as usual.

Chase threw the blanket off him and moaned as he got a good look at his new, stiff, coke can thick monster. Guys always said shit about “coke can thick cocks,” but he knew after all of the times of waking up with an actual coke can thick cock that such a thing—while sexy as fuck—is also unwieldy as fuck. It rested against his thigh, drooling pre, and Chase looked around for something to empty his new bull nuts into. His best option was one of the half empty solo cups on the low table sitting in front of the couch. He leaned over, plucked it off the table and swirled it around looking inside, the remains of someone’s... *sniffs* oof, gin and tonic. It wasn’t like anyone would be finishing that and he was sure Justin’s cleanup process would just be dumping trash into a bag without worrying too much about its contents. Yep, this was probably the best option he had.

Chase scooted to the edge of the couch and took his stiff, heavy cock into his hands. He played his the head with his thumb a little, stifling his moans as best as he could, and proceeded to pump his meat. Fleshy slapping sounds filled the silence of the apartment, combined with Chase’s deep, moans and grunts. He pinched his eyes closed as he spanked his meat, his arm and chest muscles twitching and flexing in time with his pumps. After about two minutes of devoted pumping, trying to get this over with as quickly as he could, Chase could feel himself getting close. He opened his eyes, lowered the cup under him, and aimed his cock into the cup.

“Ffuuuuuuccck,” Chase moaned a little more loudly than he intended as he felt himself begin to fire off into the cup. It squirted loudly against the plastic of the cup over and over and over and over again. Chase’s eyes were tightened shut and all of the muscles in his body were flexing and relaxing over and over again as he fired rope after rope after rope after rope into the cup. After what felt like a full 30 seconds of non-stop cumming, he felt himself begin to loosen, smaller and smaller spurts beginning to squirt out and soon dissipating into a slow leaking stream. He sat panting, remembering at some point in his dream Manny bragging about how much cum he could fire out of his cock now. And holy fucking shit, no kidding. He looked down into the cup and his stomach dropped upon seeing that the solo cup was almost filled to the brim after maybe having 1/4 a cup of gin and tonic left over.

Shit, his made-up wet dream Manny wasn’t kidding. Well, the fun was over, he needed to get home before anyone of Justin’s roommates or Justin himself spotted him in this state. He looked around for his clothes and saw them on the floor near the bed, assuming he must have gotten rid of them in his drunken stupor last night before he fell asleep. His skinny jeans would sure as hell not fit him, his tight pink polo shirt was a definite no, too. He likely wouldn’t fit in his shoes as he looked down at his massive feet. His black briefs were all that remained, and while they would likely be a tight as shit fit, they were probably the only thing that would fit, thanks to their elastic. He shimmied the briefs up his legs, grunting at their tightness, and barely covered his package and his thick, fat ass with it. The briefs were, of course, painfully and uncomfortably tight on him, but they were his only hope of making it home not completely nude.

He remembered at least where he was and how to get home, estimating it to be about a 10 minute jog. He gathered the rest of his things and went out the door, beginning his jog back home in the dim, very early morning light, his head pounding and his body jiggling and bouncing all over with its new size.

———

Justin had come this close to creaming his gym shorts a number of times during what he saw. In fact, the front of his shorts were positively soaked with the amount of pre he had excreted watching his new freshman friend’s display. Whatever was going on with Chase was incredible, he would kill for an opportunity like that.

Justin left his room and went to the living room where Chase was sitting. He could still smell the stench of the musk Chase had created and looked down on the couch to see the wet spot Chase had created with his sweat during his transformation and dick milking session. Fuck, what a show.

He looked down and his heart sunk. On the table right in front of where Chase was sitting was a solo cup so full of cum it was nearly spilling over the sides. Justin swallowed deeply, wetting his incredibly dry throat. Holy fucking shit that’s a lot of cum. Justin hadn’t felt his cock go flaccid in a long time and it only became more rigid upon seeing the cup.

He picked up the cup, surprised at the weight of it and could feel the warmth of the jizz from the outside of the plastic cup. Holy shit was this hot. He didn’t... he didn’t know if he could resist himself. He suddenly felt more parched and his mouth watered at the sight of the cup. Fuck it. He brought the cup to his lips.

Chase’s warm juices flowed into Justin’s wide open mouth, which he began eagerly drinking down. He took heavy, loud gulp after gulp after gulp, savoring the slightly boozy flavor of Chase’s unreal amount of jizz. He closed his eyes as he drank and couldn’t help but think of Will. He was this athlete upperclassman who sat next to Justin in one of his psychology lectures. They never really interacted, partly because Will didn’t talk to anyone and because he spent entire lectures scratching his balls and looking at Instagram supermodel babes on his phone. But goddamn, did he have an incredible body. Justin never saw him in less than a tank top and gym shorts, but the way his body bulged left only so much to the imagination. Justin had pictured him nude many times, as he was doing now, and imagined he was slurping down Will’s seed instead of some other gorgeous hunk’s.

Justin finished off the last gulp and tipped the cup all the way upside down and stuck out his tongue, letting the remains dribble down onto his tongue before he swallowed the last of it. He set the cup back down and took a heavy exhale, before feeling his gut suddenly churn as a surprise, very loud belch escaped his lips. He smacked his lips, savoring again the cummy taste it brought up, and giggled surprised at himself and the sudden reaction.

Justin began to feel euphoric. Granted, he was still slightly tipsy, but he felt more like how one does at the onset of a nice high. He could still imagine Will, coming to his party, showing off his muscles, grinding to the music with him, going to bed with him... yeah, he could really imagine it. The euphoric feeling began to pervade throughout his body.

“Mmmmmm,” Justin moaned as he savored the feeling, stretching his arms and legs. He felt looser but also tight all over.

“MMmmfff yeeaaah,” he groaned as he ran his hands up and down his torso and chest. He had always had a pretty decent runner’s build, but now he was looking a little more toned, the ridges and curves on his body feeling more pronounced.

“MMMMNNNGG Ooohhhh,” Justin grumbled deeply, feeling a thickness and a heaviness pervade his body, tightening across his chest and shoulders and changing the way he spoke. Justin had become overcome with the sensations he was experiencing and had found himself sitting on the stairs leading to his roommate’s rooms upstairs. He could feel himself getting tighter all over, his skin feeling more taught and his body feeling stronger.

“Oooohh ffffffffuuuck yeeeaaahhh,” he groaned deeply, feeling like the most talented mouth was wrapped around his dick and that his balls were getting sucked by worshippers. He could swear he felt bigger, thicker, and longer down there.

“GGGggguuuuuuhhh,” he flexed all of his muscle groups, feeling like they were swelling abnormally huge against his skin. He felt like a giant, he felt like a king, he felt larger than he had ever been or ever hoped to have been. He couldn’t help but bring his arms up and flex.

He opened his eyes from his euphoric trance and almost jumped out of his skin from shock. He was stacked head to toe with bulging, thick, twisting pythons of muscle. The arms he held up on either side of his head where incredible and huge, containing more power than he ever imagined. One look at his reflection in the living room mirror confirmed what he already thought: he was the carbon copy of Will from his psych lectures.

Just then, the dam that had held in his junk since he watched Chase undergo his transformation broke.

“FFFFUU—!!!!!” Justin felt his new huge cock lurch in his shorts and begin firing off thick, creamy loaf after load, He held onto his junk with both hands in a fruitless attempt to contain the amount that spilled out of his shorts on the floor and involuntarily bucked his hips against his hands as his swinging balls emptied themselves. Thick ropes of cum were seeping through the fabric of his shorts, between the fingers of both his hands, and out of both legs of his shorts. He bucked and bucked and bucked, moaning loudly and deeply as he voided himself into his shorts, hands, and onto the carpet of the stairs.

He eventually stopped cumming and sat for a moment to collect himself, groaning and panting. He pulled his hands away from his crotch and saw that both were covered completely with jizz, webby trails of it stringing between his fingers. The shorts were completely soaked white and there was a sizable puddle gathered below him on one of the steps of the stairs.

He stood up, panting with his hands on his hips, and surveyed his mess. It was certainly a mess, sure, but what had transpired was orgasmic, otherworldly, and insane. He had to do this again. He had to get more. He had to find Chase.

“W-what the fucks going on here??”

Justin looked up and saw one of his roommates at the top of the stairs, looking down at who he didn’t know was Justin and the mess he had made moments earlier.

“I need to find Chase,” he panted in a deep, unfamiliar voice, still dripping from his shorts. He grabbed his car keys off the hook near the door and exited quickly into the world, soggy shorts and all.

“Wh—.... what the fuck??” his roommate whispered to himself, looking at the creamy mess trail the stranger had left from the stairs to the door.

Workout Interruption

Jonny put his weights back on the rack but turned around in worry and confusion as his buddy Tony’s body was hurled backwards and landed on his back as if he was hit by some unseen freight train. 

“Woah, Tone! You okay bro? The fuck just happened?” Jonny asked in a thick New England accent.

After laying on the ground unresponsive for a few seconds, Tony’s eyes shot open and he bolted upright seemingly full of energy, causing Jonny to back up in surprise.

“Sumnabitch that was a rough fuckin’ landin’,” Tony remarked in a thick southern accent seemingly to himself as he propped himself back onto the bench, twisting his neck and rolling his shoulders back, feeling himself up a little.

Jonny was a little perplexed, “What’s up with the accent, bro? You’re from the south side of Boston, not some backwoods fucking Alabama trailer park.” Tony didn’t to pay attention to him, as he seemed to be too preoccupied with checking himself out. Jonny, who already had some trouble containing himself around his meathead straight as an arrow best bud, was experiencing

“Fuckin’ SICK, man, just look at all this!” Tony continued in his thick drawl and stuck out his tongue and flexed his chest a little, feeling up his arms. “I haven’t felt this young, this energized, this… this fuckin’ stacked in ages!! Just look… boom, boom!” he punctuated each ‘boom’ with a flex of each arm.

Then he took in shallow, rapid breaths and seemed to flex his entire body, lifting himself off the bench a bit to showcase his jacked body for Jonny. He pounded his chest like Tarzan with a grunt and brought his arms up in a massive flex one last time.

“UURRGHH! Feels so fuckin’ good to be built like this!”

Jonny was doing his best to hide the massive erection that was tenting against his gym shorts, but he knew that was a fruitless endeavor. He gulped, “T-Tony? Dude, wh-what’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, big boy, but you sure as hell seem to like it!” He remarked with a grin as he reached his index finger forward and tickled the tip of Jonny’s hard cock head over his gym shorts.

Jonny quickly twisted away blushing, “No, no man, it’s the endorphins, it’s the fuckin’ workout pump, you know? It’s—..”

“Dude, dude! Don’t worry none, I got one too,” he responded with a smirk, scooting himself forward on the bench so his shorts would tighten against him, revealing a 9 inch, thick cock pressed hard against the fabric oh his shorts. He gripped onto it with his hand and jiggled it a little, winking up at Jonny.

Jonny’s breath shuddered as he smirked back at his friend.

“Say, how’s about ol’ ‘Tony’ take youse to the showers? Youse is lookin’ a little sweaty, huh?” the imposter Tony asked in a butchered Boston accent. Jonny nodded slowly but with obvious enthusiasm.

They both stood and walked to the locker room, ‘Tony’ slyly fingering Jonny’s hole and both of them giggling.

Across the gym floor, an overweight old man shook himself awake, looking down on himself in confusion and horror. His confusion and horror intensified as he saw himself—his old body—walking back to the locker room with his best friend, Jonny, both of them sporting massive and throbbing boners.

Getting Comfortable

“Wait! Lemme get a little more comfortable before we hit the road,” Rhett chirped giddily in a high southern accent as he snatched the jeans and t-shirt out of his bag in the backseat. His small, pale, twig-like body flung out of the car in a hurry.

“For fuck sake Rhett, it’s an hour and a half to Nashville, how ‘comfortable’ you need to get?! We’re gonna be late to the show!” Tanner snapped angrily from the driver’s seat in a deep Tennessean accent. He’s been a fan of this particular band for as long as he could remember and wasn’t going to let Rhett fuck it up. He had always been the more alpha of the two of them: more body and facial hair (hell, any body and facial hair), deeper voice, loads of friends and admirers, thicker build. But that didn’t mean Tanner was some good ol’ boy hard ass. His politics emphasized justice, he tried his best to be an ally, and he even fancied himself sexually liberated, not really ascribing to any labels. They’d known each other since they were roughly the same size, but their bond didn’t have trouble lasting through their drastically different physical developments. Tanner and Rhett were inseparable. They’d been friends for years and years, and let’s face it, Rhett always needed someone caring enough but stern enough as Tanner to look after him.

“Just a sec, won’t take long!”

Tanner threw his hands up and leaned back against the headrest, rolling his eyes at Rhett’s delay. He reclined in the seat and rubbed his eyes, not excited to travel an hour and a half, but looking forward to the destination. He just hoped Rhett would hurry up inside.

Tanner lowered his hands and saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Rhett was standing just outside the car door and he had already removed his shirt. He was lowering his shorts quickly, exposing his pale, flat ass and his limp, weak dick.

“RHETT, the fuck?!!” Tanner yelled from the driver’s seat. He brought his voice down, but to a sharp, stinging hiss, “Fuck, man, you tryna get busted for indecent exposure?! Jesus H. Christ, man…”

“Chill chill chill chill chill…” Rhett responded in a carefree, sing-song voice, busying himself with his dressing/undressing and dismissing Tanner’s scolding.

Tanner threw his hands up again and brought him down forcefully on the steering wheel.

“Almost done,” Rhett reassured as he lowered the blue jeans down and stepped into them without any underwear. He wiggled each foot through the sleeves of the fabric and pulled them up. They wore pretty damn high on his waist and seemed several sizes too big for him. “And now…” he buttoned the pants at the waist, but still had to hold up the pants to keep them from falling.

Tanner didn’t want to mentioned how clownish he looked in the jeans as risk of hurting his friend’s feelings, “Good, then put the damn shirt on and get your ass in the—“

“Hhhuurrrrrnnnnnnggggghhh…”

As Rhett grunted, Tanner could see him rise up, gaining several inches in height in seconds, seemingly out of thin air. Tanner’s jaw dropped.

Rhett cocked his head down to see into the car, “Just give me one more minute, bud, I gotta-UUhhhrrrrrnnnnnggghh…”

As Rhett grunted again, Tanner watched as he inexplicably gained more height, several more inches than the last time, shit maybe even a full foot. It was hard for any 23 year old to be 5’4”, which was one of Rhett’s many crosses to bear, but Tanner guessed he could easily be around 6’7” or 6’8”. Fuck, his friend grew well over a foot, in seconds.

Tanner swallowed hard, “Rhett… Man, what’s—“

Tanner couldn’t see Rhett’s head anymore. The jeans at least looked to be the right length on his body, but Tanner saw Rhett hold his still-too-large pants up with his hands gripping the waist of the jeans, “Now, just hold your horses, Tanner, damn, just a couple more—Oh, HHRRRRNNG, Uuuuuuuhhhhh…”

Tanner felt himself chub up as Rhett’s body suddenly started to swell all over as he made his vocalizations. His body filled up well, muscles pressing up against flat, almost emmaciated skin, which deepened to a slightly darker color, as if he was gaining more health, just slightly sun kissed. Tanner could start to see, just barely, the jeans making contact with the shape of his legs for the first time. From Tanner’s vantage, it looked as though Rhett did a modest amount of gym work, maybe 1 or 2 times per week, which Tanner knew for a fact Rhett never did.

“Ah, almost there, like a said, just a couple… more…. HHHhhhhhuuuuuUUURRRNNNGGHH!…”

Tanner was at full mast as Rhett swelled up even more, his modestly muscled body gaining mass at an unbelievable rate, his vocalizations seemingly encouraging his growth. Rhett could let go of the waist of his pants, as his legs slowly filled out the jeans some more, stopping their growth when the jeans were about one size too big. The pants were caught from falling on his ample ass, which had swelled up to an impressive rounded shelf that slightly jutted out from behind him, and exposed the root of his cock and the light blonde whisps of his pubic hair. This time, Tanner could hear bones crack dully from the outside of his car, as Rhett’s body broadened to accommodate his growth. His abdominals and pecs pulsed larger and his waist tapered down to a V, which Tanner always found so sexy on dudes. His skin rid itself of any and all imperfections and deepened even darker in color. Fuck, Rhett developed a proper swimmer’s body in a matter of seconds! How in the hell was this happ—

“One more,” Rhett panted with effort. “One more second, I.. Oh…. I just—aww fuck—I just… gotta… UUUUUUUURRRRRRRNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!!!”

Tanner started absentmindedly, slowly stroking his dick over his shorts as Rhett’s body entered its final stage of growth. Tanner heard the fastest and most pronounced series of bones cracking and shifting as Rhett expanded even more. His skin deepened to a golden, spotless tan. His legs swelled larger and larger, looking like he could effortlessly crush a watermelon between his thighs. It looked like the jeans were painted on his body, hugging every curve. Speaking of curves, his ass swelled even larger, pulling the jeans tight around his impressive glutes. The tightness didn’t help the next developement, as Tanner saw the root of his cock began to pulse and his crotch began to twitch. With each pulse, Tanner saw the root of his cock plump thicker, thicker, thicker, thicker, leaving Rhett with an imposing cock the size of a Red Bull tall boy. His bulge fattened up nicely as well, as Tanner watched Rhett’s balls make large mounds in pants that were already tight as hell. Rhett grabbed onto the waist of the jeans and pulled them up to relieve his wedding tackle of the tightness his ass created, bouncing a little to make sure all his bits were settled in. With his bouncing, Tanner saw his pecs pound hard and thicken into rock hard slabs. His arms, still gripping the waist of his pants, pulsed and bulged and hardened into a set of guns that would rival Captain America’s. Fuck, Tanner had such a weak spot for arms. Finally, his abs cut into sculpted ridges and his waist developed the most mouthwatering set of cum gutters Tanner had ever seen. Rhett was now over a foot taller, and several feet broader than he was just maybe a full minute ago. Just from what Tanner could see from his vantage, Rhett could model anywhere, he’d be scouted in a heartbeat.

“Woooo!!!” Rhett yelled out enthusiastically to the sky and the (thankfully) empty parking lot as he bucked his hips, flexed his abs, and pumped his guns.

Tanner realized he hadn’t taken a breath for several seconds and inhaled deeply, feeling like he was a hair trigger away from busting all over himself and his car.

He swallowed hard, “Uh, Rhett—“

“I know, I know, Tanner,” Rhett answered in his still-high Tennessean accent, his head still obscured by the limits of Tanner’s viability from inside his car, thanks to Rhett’s massive gain in height. He started slipping on the blue shirt, which moments ago would’ve been way too big on his body, “‘Put on the goddamn shirt and get in the car,’ ya don’t hafta repeat yourself.” He pulled the shirt down from over his head.

“No, dude, it’s—“

Tanner was interrupted by another dull series of cracks, as if bones were breaking and shifting under bags of cloth, hearing Rhett grunt slightly, and seeing Rhett’s new godly pecs and his thick neck twitch. Finally, Rhett let out a hard, wet cough, cleared his throat, and Tanner watched his upper body pivot as he spit away from the car, hearing a heavy, wet slap against the pavement.

At last, Rhett swung one foot in and lowered himself into Tanner’s passenger seat. His face was sharper, more angular, and just downright more sexy and handsome. His hair was thicker, his skin was flawless. Everything, literally all things about this new creature that lowered himself into Tanner’s car bared all resemblance to the Rhett Tanner had always know, except if you took Rhett’s fuckability meter and cranked it up to 1000 and ripped out the dial. He was a fucking hunk, in literally every sense of the word.

Rhett pulled his sleeve back as he entered, knowing it would send Tanner over the edge.

“Alright, let’s move, cowboy,” Rhett said, grinning perfect teeth at Tanner, his voice an impossibly deep bass laced with a thick southern drawl.

“Rhett—!” Tanner moaned and gripped on hard to the steering wheel, cut off by his cock exploding inside his pants, without touching it at all. He moaned louder than he ever had in an orgasm, and veins popped in his arms while gripping the steering wheel as he bucked his hips, his cock still erupting thick volleys of cum.

Rhett, still grinning and chuckling while Tanner voided his balls. He was loving the impact he was having on his friend that he had always seen as a hell of a stud, and decided to give Tanner’s ‘no-hands’ ejaculation the parting shot it deserved. He took his strong hand, turned Tanner’s head towards him, and covered his mouth with his lucious, pillowy lips, shoving his new wider, thicker, longer tongue down Tanner’s throat. Tanner moaned into Rhett’s mouth as one last powerful shot burst out of his cock head.

Tanner was still gripping the steering wheel, heaving panting breaths, “Rhett, buddy, what the hell happened to you?”

“What, ya don’ like it?” Rhett asked with a feigned insultedness. He grinned and flexed his arm a bit more for Tanner’s pleasure.

“Nahnahnahnah, s’not like that at all, but like…. FUCK, man, you got a fuckin’ god bod! You’re a goddamn stud, man! How?!”

“Appreciate it, brother,” Rhett responded in his new, deep, drawling bass with a small blush and settled into his seat. He leaned his head against the seat and rolled his head to look back at Tanner with his hyponitizing green eyes, “You know that woodsy, spiritual shit you’re always giving me guff over?”

Tanner thought for a second, then cocked his head and narrowed his eyes in disbelief at Rhett. Rhett beared his pearly teeth and then spread his arms out, as if presenting his new body.

“No. Fuckin’. Shit.”

“‘Fraid so, my guy,” Rhett responded proudly. “Tried out this ritual last night. Didn’t have a lotta confidence in it, but figured what the hell. Hadta soak these britches and the shirt in this oily solution and let it dry, but once it did,” he displayed his body again as Tanner forced out a few disbelieving chuckles. “Took a helluva lotta self-control to not lose myself in hours and hours of self pleasure…”

“Shit, man, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. Why didn’t you?” Tanner asked admirably with a small laugh, picturing the image of Rhett writhing around on his floor all night, busting nut after nut, worshiping himself. Fuck.

Rhett lowered his head and went somber for a second, “‘Cus once I bust one lookin’ like this, all this,” he punctuated his words by gesturing up and down his new bod with his hand, “is here to stay.” he smirked at Tanner.

Tanner started chubbing up again, and chuckled, “Well, shit, brother, what’s the hold up?!”

Rhett’s smirk dropped and he looked dead in Tanner’s eyes, “Well, ‘cus I wanna do it with you, man.” Rhett started unbuttoning his jeans.

Tanner’s cock flooded with blood, “… Rhett, dude, I—“ Rhett lowered his zipper, “I don’t—“ Rhett pulled out his thick, uncut trouser snake and let it flop against his torso, and son of a bitch it was even bigger than Tanner imagined, “… uh, fuck, know what—“ Rhett spat into his hand and stroked as his cock thickened even more (if that were possible) and pointed straight up, his cock head beginning to peek through his foreskin, “—what to say, I…”

“Just suck it, dude, you know you want to.”

Tanner’s breath heavied. Should he? He looked at the cock. He’d never seen a boy’s dick look so goddamn inviting. He licked his lips. This was really happening.

“Fuck it.”

Tanner threw himself over the driver/passenger divider and eagerly took Rhett’s cock into his mouth and started bobbing his head and sucking with animal intensity. He reached his hand up to Rhett’s new, sculpted tits and squeezed, greedily groping his impressive rack.

“Yeah, man, get yourself a handfula that.”

Tanner gave a blowjob that would put to shame any bj he’d received in his own life, and Tanner was no slouch. Rhett grit his teeth and groaned with ecstasy, his powerful hand running through and gripping his friend’s thick, dark hair. He grinded his hips against his best friend’s face and ran his other hand and meaty arm down Tanner’s back caressing him, reaching under his shorts to squeeze his ass and play with his hole with his new, thick fingers.

“Awww, FUCK, bro, yeah keep suckin’, I gotta little surprise churnin’ in these fuckin’ sacks just for you, my man, awww fuuuckk yeah keep suckin’…”

Tanner obediently sucked, very eager to please his friend. Rhett speeded his grinding against Tanner’s face, his lower abs pressing into the side of Tanner’s head. Tanner could feel Rhett’s mushroom tip swell in the back of his throat, fuck he’s about to nut.

Tanner started to pull off Rhett’s dick, but Rhett forced his head back down, “Aww no man, you gotta take this, gotta little something special, get fuckin’ ready, I’m gonna-gonna-HHHHUUUURRRRNNNGGG!!”

Rhett groaned deeply, his head tilted back and veins protruding out of his thick neck as he unloaded a massive cum dump into Tanner’s throat and mouth. Tanner’s eyes watered as he felt hot, fresh jizz fire down his throat and fill up his mouth until his cheeks were bulging. Rhett took deep, heaving breaths, his huge chest rising and falling, wet sweat darkening his shirt around his neck and under his pits, his face glistened in the light and beads dripped from his hair. Then, like an electric jolt, he felt a cool, fizzing pulse flow through his body. Something changed. He was new. He let out a shuddering, emotional moan. This was Rhett now, he mused. Rhett with the ‘god bod.’

Rhett realized just then, in his euphoric bliss, that he was still holding Tanner’s face against his spent crotch.

“Whoops, sorry there, buddy. But I need you to listen real careful, y’understand?” Tanner furrowed his brow and grunted, Rhett still lodged deep inside his mouth/throat and his seed sloshing around his mouth. Something was off, though… Rhett’s spooge tasted strangely sweet like fruit, and fresh like pine needles, and he could feel it swirl hot and bright, like stardust. “I needja to drink all that baby batter down for me, think ya can do it?” Tanner nodded enthusiastically. “Awright, aww fuck man you ain’t gonna regret this!”

Rhett moaned as he felt the muscles in Tanner’s throat contract and release again and again as Tanner swallowed and swallowed. It took him 4 separate swallows to get all that fuckin jizz down, but the taste made it more than easy. He lifted off Rhett’s cock with a wet *sluuuurrpPOP* and Rhett shivered.

Tanner wiped his lips and chin and crashed back into his driver’s seat, “Jesus H. Christ, Rhett, you are somethin’ else,” Rhett just shrugged and flexed. “So whadya reckon happens now?”

“Well,” Rhett began as he zipped up and buttoned his pants again. “We do have a show to get to.”

Tanner paused then laughed dumbly, “Damn, that completely jumped my mind,” *guuurrgle* Tanner felt his stomach turn. “Then after that?”

“Well, man,” Rhett stared off, “I’m thinkin’ stay in Nashville.”

“Stay??” *guuuuuuurrrrrrrgle* Tanner felt and heard something turn in his stomach. What the fuck?

“Yeah, bro, stay! New me, new city, ya know?” Tanner’s stomach gave off another heavy, loud gurgle. Rhett continued, “Maybe try my hand at music. Always did love singin’.”

“Well you got the voice and the body for music now, that’s for goddamn sure!” the two laughed but Tanner felt another massive turn in his stomach, this one making him shake in his seat. Rhett stared at him greedily, biting his lip. Tanner gave out a nervous chuckle, “Say Rhett, why were you so insistent on me drinkin’ you down?”

Rhett grinned, “Well, ‘cus I want you to stay there with me, babe.”

“Wh—“ Tanner began but was stopped by another gurgling started, only this time, it didn’t stop. With his eyes wide, Tanner, already a modestly swole, tall-ish individual, began to swell steadily. It started in his neck, as it swelled and hardened, widening to a thickness similar to his thighs in his present state. “*grrrrrrgle* Shit, Rhett, what’s you do to me?” He made concerned eyes at Rhett, but Rhett just leaned back watching him, smirking and nodding at him slowly. Tanner returned with a grin, albeit a slightly nervous grin. “Awww, fuckkkkk *ggurrrrrgggg*

Tanner next felt his shoulders and back broaden, causing the threads in his flannel to snap and the seams to tear. Tanner was always keen on wearing tight clothes, but as his shoulders, arms, pecs, and abs began to slowly inflate like he was a giant balloon, a symphony of rips and tears sounded through the car as his swelling skin peeked through dozens of holes in his flannel. Rhett squeezed his own pecs and teased his nipples with his thumbs, taking in open-mouthed breaths of air, never taking an eye off his swelling new lover. As his stomach kept turning, Tanner turned a renewed confident eye to Rhett and smiled slyly. His stretching and growing hands grabbed onto the front of his flannel, and with bulging new arm muscles, he yanked sharply with a feral grunt as the flannel exploded off him in shreds, he yanked both of the sleeves off too to free his massive arms. All that was left was one of Tanner’s loose tanks he always wore under his clothing, his skin retaining the sexy dusting of hair all over him. He tossed the torn fabric over to Rhett, who brought it to his face and inhaled deeply, rubbing his crotch and moaning, still not taking an eye off Tanner, who was swelling so large he started to seem too wide for his seat. Tanner leaned back and lifted his hands behind his head to grip the headrest, his broad triceps bulging over his hairy pits. He braced himself for the next part he could feel coming.

“MMMMMmmmrrrrrfffffff….” Tanner bucked his hips and flexed his ass as he felt it round and firm up under him, lifting him a bit higher off the seat. His thighs thudded into sinewy tree trunks and he clenched his teeth at his calves lengthened and hardened, giving him about 4 more inches in height. His new massive ass and his tree trunk thighs compounded to make his gym shorts appear like way-too-tight boxer briefs. With its tightness, opaque, white jizz rose to the surface and pooled from Tanner’s ejaculation earlier. With his shorts as tight as they were, Rhett had a perfect view for the next part. “OOOOOoooooooohhhhh…” Tanner winced and moaned, closing his eyes, as Rhett saw Tanner’s cock and balls swell and fatten and bulge and rise and thicken against the taut fabric of his gym shorts. His junk now formed three massive lumps that pressed hard against the front of the shorts.

Finally, Tanner let out satisfied groans as he felt his jawbone sharpen and point. He felt the movement across his mouth as his lips involuntarily puckered, giving him a great set of fuckable lips. He again retained the sexy dusting of hair on his face as before, but he felt the hair on top of his head straighten but thicken, giving him a naturally styled, quaff.

He turned and looked at Rhett, who was slack-jawed and sweaty in the passenger’s seat staring at him, Rhett’s thick rod, hard and long, pressed against the fabric of the jeans. Tanner was proud to be the one to make this blonde model hunk bone up.

Tanner smacked his lips, “Well, fuck, Rhett, I’d say you got some pretty potent cream.”

“Hhhaaaaaaaaaa…” Rhett moaned with a deep as hell bass and a slack-jawed grin as his jeans darkened with spurting wet spots from the tip of the bulge his cock made.

“Shit, man, you had s’more of that hulk-out juice and you ain’t gonna share? Gimme some,” Tanner goofily reached a finger across and scooped some of Rhett’s jizz that he seeped through the jeans, grazing Rhett’s still-hard cock and making him shudder, and brought it to his lips, sucking his finger.

“‘Fraid not, brother, that’s all me,” Rhett said panting, grabbing some napkins out of the glove box and wiping himself off. “Plus I think we’re both gonna be cummin’ like hydrants, my guess is that our regeneration cycles have sped up like 1000%.” Rhett tugged at his crotch as though relieving his overworked balls. He paused before his next thought, “I neglected to mention that the ritual gives your last nut has these ‘special properties’ or whatever. I’d assume most guys just slurp up their own spooge, ya know, give ‘emselves a boost on toppa what they’re already gettin’… Sorry I spooked ya… wanted it to be a surprise.” Rhett scratched the back of his head and blushed.

“Woodsy, spiritual shit…” Tanner mused admiringly.

“Woodsy, spiritual shit.” Rhett confirmed with confident nods.

If that’s the case and it really worked with this kind of success, they’re gonna have to take advantage it way more. Tanner was in love with Rhett, he just realized. Nashville, huh? All he could think about was the drug scene he’d been told about there (well, that and of course the music business. Dude’s popping those little black pills and doing all sorts of things. He couldn’t see why he and Rhett would need them anyways, now that they looked like this. Nah, they would keep each other grounded, they cared for each other too much. He’s never really been one to enjoy the big city, but he was more than happy to give it a shot with his friend. His best friend. And his lover.

Tanner leaned in, “Well, consider me very pleasantly surprised,” he turned Rhett towards him and tenderly kissed him, “and very pleasantly spooked,” he kissed him tenderly again, “and very happy to join you.” Rhett’s eyes lit up and he grinned widely with excitement. “Let’s do this, babe.”

Their tongues interlocked as they exchanged one last big smooch.

“Now, let’s get this show on the road,” Tanner stated as he turned the key in the ignition, starting up the car. “Against all odds, we still got time to catch the show tonight!”

He and Rhett chuckled. Some outlaw country crooner belted deeply from the radio, ‘That’s gonna be Rhett,’ Tanner thought, knowing it to be true in his heart. He drove out of the parking lot and headed to the freeway, rolling the windows. Rhett looked over confused as the cool air passed through the cabin.

“Got to smelling like a Turkish bathhouse sauna in here, if y’know what I mean.” Tanner responded plainly.

The two erupted in laughter. Silence fell over them for a second.

Rhett broke the silence, “Y’want some road head?”

“Fuck, yes, man, thought you’d never ask!” Tanner answered immediately with childlike enthusiasm.

The two started tried to work Tanner’s shorts off of him, but they only budged slightly due to the tightness.

“Ah, fuck it.” Tanner said as he gripped one side of the shorts and tugged sharply, causing it to split wide open, his new, massive cock springing and slapping his lower torso. Rhett grabbed it and brought it into his mouth, immediately going to work with his skillful, large tongue.

Tanner writhed and grunted in pleasure. Shame about the shorts, but he had to buy all new clothes anyways.

Some clothes, a new job (mechanic? He’d always loved fixing cars and getting dirty), a new apartment, develop a new routine, and buy new supplements to maintain their physiques for his new life with his new lover.